Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters within.
AN: Total crack-fic. I wrote this, by hand in the middle of Geometry class. xDD Bear with me, I actually have no idea how strip poker is actually played.
"Strip poker, eh Tamaki? I don't think that'd be… appropriate to play here and now, given the nature of the game." Kyoya muttered, eyes never leaving his computer screen.
"But Kyoya!! I heard about this game, and I just have to try it out! It sounds like so much fun!!" Tamaki pleaded, and pleaded, utilizing his puppy eyes, melting Kyoya's will.
Kyoya sighed, "Fine, but we'll have to play it somewhere else… I'm gathering that it'd be bad if your grandmother caught us playing such a… suggestive game. So, I suppose we'll just have to go to my house." Kyoya finally looked up from his computer, in order to flash Tamaki a scowl, and ensure he was paying attention.
I don't really want to do this… but he's so hard to say no to, especially when he makes that face… He's just so innocent… Hmph.
At the mention of Kyoya's concession, Tamaki's eyes lit up with excitement, and shrieked, "Really? Kyoya, you're the best!!" and proceeded to cling to him exactly the same way he had on the day they met.
Prying him away, Kyoya realized something. Turning around in his chair, he inquired, "Hey, Tamaki, where did you learn about this game anyway? Doesn't seem like something Haruhi would teach you…"
Although, the twins probably would…
"Kirimi showed me how to play!!!"
I'm not even going to ask how or why… But it does beg the question… who the hell did she learn it from?
Kyoya glanced up at the clock, eager to cut short the awkward conversation, and realized it was getting late; he'd need to be getting home.
Gathering his things, Kyoya said, "Well Tamaki, I'm going to be leaving now, it's getting kind of late." Kyoya double checked to ensure he had everything, and when he turned around, he was greeted by the Host King staring him right in the face, his puppy eyes permeating his cold exterior like lasers.
"But Kyoya!! Why can't we do it tonight?!
Damn, he really is persistent isn't he. I was hoping he would forget about this by Monday, but I suppose I was wrong…
"Well, for one, if you come over now, you'd almost certainly have to spend the night, and you're without a change of clothes, or pajamas." Kyoya was wracking his brain for more reasons to prevent the blonde from getting his way.
"Kyoya!! We're nearly the same size, and you have plenty of clothes. I've seen your drawers, they aren't exactly empty. I'm sure you'll have something."
"Tamaki, that may be true but…" Kyoya had run out of ideas.
"And Kyoya, didn't you mention today that you're Dad's on business somewhere? If you're so worried about someone catching us playing it, you're problem's solved right there!" Tamaki's grin stretched from ear to ear, whilst Kyoya attempted to hide his blush from beneath his glasses.
Well, Tamaki, getting caught is the least of my worries…
"Tamaki, I just…" Kyoya's words could do nothing to persuade the Host King; he was already too far gone.
"So it's settled then!" Tamaki grabbed Kyoya by the wrist and dragged him out of the room. "Onward! To Kyoya's house!!"