Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran high school host club. I don't even go to high school.
Warning: The following contains language unsuitable for minors. If you're under th age of 18 and have never come across the words "Damn" and "Bitch" before…well you have now.
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Haruhi smiled seductively and kissed her way down Tamaki's chest.
"I'm so hungry sempai."She whispered. She unbuttoned his jeans, and-
Tamaki came back to reality.
"Son of a bitch!"
"What's wrong sempai?" Haruhi asked.
"Haruhi you took psychology, why do my daydreams always end right before the really sexy part?" Tamaki asked.
"I don't know, maybe we should work on that…together. " It was with that the two hosts started to lean in.
Tamaki's inner theater ran out of batteries.
He found himself leaning in to thin air while Kyoya watched curiously.
"Damn it!"
"Calm down Tamaki." Kyoya said. "and enjoy yaoi love." The shadow king leaned in for a kiss.
'Snap out of it!'
Their faces were now dangerously close.
'ABORT!!! ABORT!!!'
"STOP IT I DON'T HAVE GAY JUNGLE FEVER!!!!!"
He came back to earth to find Mori staring at him with a look that said "Did you take your medicine today?"
"Okay, we should go?" Mori asked.
Tamaki just nodded.
