((Okay a little authors note before i start, this is my first ouran fan fiction, let alone yaoi. If it sucks i'm sorry but you could give me a review to see if i can make it better? I was just being a derp and started writing and this happened. I hope it's some what good... n))

"If you break anything you'll be the one to replace it."

"Those threats don't work on me, remember?"

The dark haired second-year pushed his glasses up his nose. "It wasn't a threat, it was the truth."

"I know, I know!" the arrogant prince responded with a chuckle. "So let's go into your room shall we?"

"My room? Why?"

"It's the only room that doesn't have visitors all over. Maybe i picked the wrong day to come and study."

They made their way through the halls and went into the room, shutting and locking the door to avoid any lost visitors from wandering in. "Not at all… My house is like this very often." Kyoya Ootori, the shadow king of the Ouran host club said quietly as he put his bag on his bed, taking out his textbook. "We should just get to studying, wouldn't you agree?" he put on a smile that only Tamaki had the access to see. It was the only genuine smile he ever gave and it was only ever seen by Tamaki.

"Yeah, of course!" He replied and pulled out his own textbook. "So this is the part that bothers me the most, I just can't figure it out!" he cried as he flipped to a complicated page.

A hour went by until they had to take a break. Tamaki had finally decided to give up. "ugh! I just can't figure this out!"

"Alright… then…" He opened his laptop. "Let's take a break."

"A-alright." He mumbled and laid down on Kyoya's bed. "Your bed is really bouncy…"

"It's the egg-crate" He mumbled, not looking away from his laptop.

"Eggcrate yeah whatever…" He said quietly as he stared at the ceiling.

Kyoya stood up. "I'm hungry, lets get something to eat." He took hold of Tamaki's hand and pulled him.

"No i'm comfy!" He exclaimed and pulled back down.

It turned into a test of strength in a tug of war contest. They were equally skilled so it took a while before Tamaki finally pulled with one extra tug and Kyoya launched forwards, landing on the bed. "You win…"

"I win I wiinn!" he hollered before realizing something. "Could you get off me now?"

"But i thought you won?"

"I did but you're hurting me…"

He chuckled slightly and sat up, turning to face the blonde. "Terribly sorry, but i do believe i won after all…"

"Wh-what do you mean by that?!"

"A test of who would fall first… i'm afraid you fell…"

"What are you talking about i haven't fallen in at least a we-" he was cut off

"In love with me…"

His face turned a cherry red and he sat up as well. "What?!"

"and all your red face does for me is prove it."

"That proves nothing!" He hollered.

"Then i'll prove that i'm right…" He mumbled as he began to crawl towards him, pinning him down within seconds.

"K-Kyoya!?" He shrieked. "Get off meee!"

"And what would i possibly gain from that?"

He shut up and began squirming, struggling to get out from under the raven haired man. It was no use. He gave up and started pouting, hoping his puppy dog eyes would help him.

"That won't get you out of it this time…"

"Kyoya… please get off me…"

"Hm…" He leaned closer, his glasses slipping down, revealing his eyes. Tamaki thought he was seeing things when he saw the hunger in Kyoya's eyes. There was no way Kyoya wanted to do this… he was just acting out a show to get him all upset. right… right? "No." Wrong.

This was getting to be a little too much, Tamaki didn't know what to think or feel, he just stared up at the boy on top of him, his friend for so long. "I-" Was all he managed.

Without warning, Kyoya leaned down and kissed him surprising softly… for him. That didn't last long. All he needed was for Tamaki to make the slightest move to kiss back and he showed the shadow prince he was. He kissed him again, but harder and quicker, sliding his tongue into his mouth forcefully.

Tamaki raised his arms to push him off but ended up wrapping them around him. 'Is it possible,' He thought. 'that i actually like Kyoya?' He didn't want to believe it, didn't want to admit it, but the truth hurts doesn't it?

He broke away, staring into the eyes he had grown to know so well and saw what he had been wanting to see; those violet, pleading eyes. He chuckled and took off his glasses, his vision going to a blur as he moved back down, and kissed his cheek, moving down slowly. He moved down to the crook of his neck, and kissed him softly once, twice, and then bit down hard, sucking slightly.

Out of all the things, that was not one of the things Tamaki expected. He let out a mixture of a gasp and a moan of pain and pleasure. His back arched and he clutched onto Kyoya's uniform jacket. "Kyoya!" He cried.

"yes?"

He had nothing to say. For once in his life, the king of the host club was truly speechless.

Kyoya found it time to repeat his words, whether it was from the same situation or something entirely different. "You've left yourself completely defenceless against me." He smirked as he sat up, not moving off of the blonde. Putting his glasses back on, regaining his vision to see the embarrassed king.

"I-I-I'm not defenceless!" he stuttered as he began to squirm again.

"Tamaki…" Kyoya moved forwards and took hold of his chin, earning a blush.

"Y-yeah?"

He used his pointer finger to wipe some saliva off his chin and wiped it on a sheet. "We've made a mess."

"yeah we have…" He said, still a little shocked.

"Oh dear…"

"W-what?"

He poked Tamaki's neck. "I left a rather large mark…"

The blondes eyes widened as he attempted to get up yet again, succeeding for the first time, and ran to a mirror. He found that he had in fact left a mark, and a very dark one at that. If that wasn't bad enough, it was on the possibly most noticeable spot on his neck. "Kyooooyyya!" He whined.

A knock sounded, causing both the boys to stop dead in their tracks. "Excuse me sir, the car is here to take Tamaki home." One of the staff said.

He pushed his glasses up his nose and began to put his books in his bag for him. "I'll get some concealer and bring it to the club tomorrow." He sighed. "Now listen carefully, I know you like to forget. Don't tell anyone about this." He stood up and handed him his bag. "This will be our little secret." He put a light peck on his cheek and sent him out the door. "Also I feel the need to remind you the test is tomorrow."

"Whaaaaat!?"