The Snake and the Stallion: 100 Themes Challenge Drabbles
A/N: Wah, school is consuming my life. D: I'm actually procrastinating right now in order to post this. XD My muse is back, but only in spurts, so drabbles are good right now and I thought I'd give the 100 Themes Challenge a go. Also, I wanted to make another contribution to the dark, sexy pairing that is MoriKyouya. :3 Gods, how I luv them so, especially together~! So, here are the first 10. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Ouran characters are not mine.
Warnings (in general for different drabbles): A/U, PWP, TWT, some OOCness, fluff, shonen-ai, yaoi, a bit of angst, lime/lemon/smut, and everything else I didn't manage to list.
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1. Introduction
The first time Kyouya met Mori was during the Hosts' first official meeting as a club. He thought – no, he knew – the tall, handsome boy would be quite the asset for the Club, especially combined with his small, child-like cousin with the cherubic face. He made a note to look up more details about them once he got the chance.
The first time Mori saw Kyouya, he silently thought to himself that if he looked past the obvious, past the intelligence, the cunning, and the efficient skills of manipulation, he thought that Kyouya was beautiful.
2. Love
Love was strange. It was a wonderful, terrible, painful thing that often contradicted itself. It knows no boundaries and can strike when people least expect it to. That's what happened to Kyouya one fine afternoon when he walked by the gym where kendo practice was held, stopping short to watch Mori spar with an underclassman. His eyes followed his senpai's graceful movements and it suddenly occurred to him just how deep his emotions were for the other boy as of late.
...This could possibly pose quite the dilemma.
3. Light
Every morning, Mori awoke with the sun as it slowly rose from the horizon to bless the land with its light. Before, the stoic boy would be reluctant to leave his warm, cozy bed in order to start his day, but would get up anyway because he had to. Right at that moment, he was very thankful for that because now, he had his Kyouya-kun and had started a new habit of watching the sunshine slowly illuminate his kohai's soft skin. Shadow King or not, wrapped up in his arms and pure white 100% Egyptian cotton sheets, Mori thought that Kyouya looked like an angel. His angel.
If only he stayed that way when he woke up, Mori thought, remembering all the broken alarm clocks piled up from only this week in his trash can. Low blood pressure evil lord, indeed.
4. Dark
They were considered the 'dark' hosts. It made sense; each had soft, black hair and smoky, obsidian eyes as well as a certain mysterious air about them. Tall, dark and handsome; they were a girl's dream. But those two together were a crazy, moe-loving fangirl's fantasy. With the Ouran Host Club, anything was possible, so when one day the girls opened the door to the Third Music Room, and were greeted with the site of Mori and Kyouya sharing a piece of mildly sweet pound cake, all hell broke loose.
Kyouya turned to his partner and they shared a knowing look as they fed each other another bit of cake. The vice-president could just picture the raise in profits, and Mori was just happy to be able to make his Shadow King smile.
5. Seeking Solace (inspired from the fic 'The Apron' by M. Y. Ame)
Whenever the days in the Host Club get hectic and all Mori wanted was a break after their latest clients had left, he would wander over to Kyouya's table and have a seat, maybe have a quiet discussion on this or that over peppermint tea, maybe not, and instead he'll read a book while the younger boy typed away at his laptop or jotted down notes in his portfolio. Either way, it was always a pleasant experience spending time with the bespectacled boy.
He wanted to be with him more often.
6. Break Away
It was nice to break away from the rest of the Hosts for a while and just take a breather. They were all off on yet another adventure upon Tamaki's request, to a hot spring resort this time, and as 'okaasan', vice-president and best friend, Kyouya made it happen. He was currently outside, enjoying the night sky and his moment of peace until he had to retreat inside lest Tamaki panicked when he couldn't find him and called a search party or something as equally idiotic.
Kyouya took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his muscles relaxed. It was so tranquil here. So, it was no surprise that he was startled when a pair of strong arms suddenly encircled his waist, before he allowed himself to melt against the solid chest behind him comfortably, his body lax once again.
It was nice to break away from everyone else to find some peace and quiet, but it was ever nicer having Mori to share it with.
7. Heaven
Kyouya didn't really believe in Heaven, but if there was one, it probably wouldn't even come close to the feeling of Mori's arms around him. He nestled closer, breathing in the scent of warmth, and home, and something distinctly Mori, and felt his boyfriend nuzzle back. Ah, this was definitely his idea of Heaven.
8. Innocence (inspired from the fic 'Needs' by The Dream Whisperer)
On the outside, there was nothing innocent about Kyouya at all, unlike his cake-loving little cousin. Kyouya was viewed as the untouchable Shadow King, the evil vice-president whose main priority is making profit, and occasionally 'okaasan'. Mori knew that he was smart, clever, and could get whatever (and whoever) he wanted if he set his mind to it (Mori was a testament to that).
But what other people didn't know was that there was a side of Kyouya they couldn't see. They couldn't see the Kyouya hiding behind the mask, the one who felt but is forced to keep those feelings locked away deep inside his heart. They couldn't see the boy (because he wasn't yet a man, they all weren't) who wanted to be seen, yet cannot reveal himself because of what he was taught by his family and how he was brought up. But unlike other people, Mori could see him through the mask just fine, and he made sure Kyouya, all sides of Kyouya, received what he so desperately craved: love, respect and acceptance.
Equality.
9. Drive
The bed creaked under the flurry of their impassioned movements, making his Kyouya-kun gasp and his own breath hitch. "Ta-ungh…Takashi-sama…" His sex slave's soft, breathy moans were like music to his ears. The boy's slim, beautiful body arched up into his touches beneath him, those gorgeous ebony eyes silently begging for more, so Mori gave it to him. "Uhhhn, yes," Kyouya bit his lip sexily, slender hands caressing his Lord's muscled chest and abs in worship as he shivered in delight under the man's dark, hungry stare. "Please…" Faster and harder Mori went, driving his hips in and out of his pet like a well-oiled machine, raising long shapely legs high onto his shoulders and relishing in his Kyouya-kun's pleasured cries at the deeper penetration. They were almost there, he could feel it, so close, so close- "Master!"
Mori gasped, his eyes snapped opened as his body sat up abruptly on its own. He shuddered violently, the last images of his erotic dream still vivid behind his closed eyelids. Sighing, he ran a large shaky hand through his hair and was about to lay back down to go to sleep when– "Takashi?" a voice spoke from beside him, still groggy from sleep. He turned and found unfocused, half-lidded eyes looking up at him. "What's the matter, darling?" He shook his head, but Kyouya wasn't convinced. The younger boy's eyes trailed downwards and he quirked an eyebrow at the tent in the sheets between Mori's legs. Slowly, those obsidian eyes trailed back up to Mori's face, and the taller male shifted uncomfortably at Kyouya's sudden sultry smirk. "Do you need help with that…Takashi-sama?" he purred seductively, lightly dragging his fingertips down Mori's chest to where the 'problem' stood erect. It was the kind of temptation Mori couldn't resist, so he didn't. Instead, he pounced.
10. Breathe Again
Without Honey to look after, Mori grew restless, his blood agitated. Without Kyouya, Mori felt like he was suffocating. Only with the bespectacled boy safely by his side once more could Mori breathe easy again.
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A/N: Hee, these are really fun. :D More next week. If yu review, please mind yer manners. :3 Flames will be ignored.