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The Third Music Room was silent, apart from the distinct sound of Kyouya typing on his laptop. It was the end of the day, and only Kyouya and Tamaki were left. The Host Club King lay on one of the many sofas scattered across the room, legs dangling over the armrest, attempting (and failing) to blow a strand of golden hair out of his eyes. Thoroughly bored, he craned his head round to see Kyouya.

"Are we EVER going to leave? We've been here for hours, precious hours of our valuable lives, hours which, once lost, we may never-"

"We've been here for fifteen minutes." Kyouya interrupted, not bothering to look at Tamaki. "And for fourteen of them, you've been whining." He continued to type (just what he was typing, no-one knows).

"Well I'm BORED okaasaaan! I don't have anything to do!" He fluttered his eyes shut, throwing a limp hand over his forehead, the very picture of the slighted hero. Standing, he opened his eyes and flung his arms wide open, silently proclaiming his boredom to the world.

Kyouya spared him a glance, and an idea struck him. Using his index finger to push his glasses up slightly, he stood. Wordlessly walking to where Tamaki had, unconsciously, drifted, he stood in front of him, and tapped him on the shoulder, bringing the blond out of his reverie.

"Well… if you really are bored… I have something we can do…" Kyouya smirked. Tamaki looked at Kyouya's dark eyes, and instantly regretted it. He knew that look; it meant there was a plan in The Shadow Kings' mind. He jumped as slim fingers brushed his cheek, almost… lovingly? His brain went into overdrive, "what could this mean? Did Kyouya love him? Want him?!" A thousand bewildering thoughts, although not entirely new, whirled around his head, as Kyouya leaned forward, a knowing smile already playing around his mouth.

Then, suddenly, a pair of smooth lips were gently pressed against his. Instinctively, he pulled back, and stared into Kyouya's eyes. "That… should have felt strange. But it didn't, it felt… Nice…" Slowly, he moved forward, and kissed Kyouya back. Quickly, slender arms wrapped loosely around his neck, and he allowed his own to hold the other boy by the waist, pressing him closer.

They broke apart, gasping for breath. A sly smirk firmly in place, Kyouya spoke.

"You do remember you're sleeping at mine tonight, right, otousaaan?"

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