La langue de l'amour

By Seth

-Author's note at the beginning: I know my French isn't the best, so forgive me, French speaking people who read this. I tried my best. Please don't kill me.-

Kyouya had never know that afternoons could be this long. He fidgeted delicately in his seat and mentally cursed himself for his stupidity. He knew full well that the predicament he was in now was his own fault, which made it infinitely worse. He sighed and leaned over his laptop, pretending to be interested in the numbers and tables on the screen, but his mind wasn't on them at all.

He glanced over the top of his screen, at Tamaki. The two of them had been keeping up a relation in secret for a while now and every time Kyouya looked at his boyfriend he had to marvel at how good the other had become at hiding their secret. He smirked slightly, then sighed. The blonde was, of course, the source of his problem. And this time he had been so without realising it himself, which infuriated Kyouya; he couldn't properly blame the man for something he did not and would not ever know he did.

It had started during the last class of the day; French. Kyouya and Tamaki both took this class; Tamaki because he wanted to use the opportunity to use his mother tongue and polish his skills, Kyouya because his father's business was associated with many French companies and he wished to be able to communicate with these associates.

The reason that Kyouya had recently started to resent French was not the fact that Tamaki was good at it. He could live with that. No, the problem that French posed for Kyouya was even bigger and more mortifying; if anyone ever found it out Kyouya was sure he would never live it down.

Tamaki's voice interrupted his line of thought and Kyouya looked up from his screen, just in time to catch Tamaki flying at him, arms outstretched. "Okaa-san!" He whined as he hugged Kyouya tightly. "Our children are misbehaving! Why aren't you helping me, mon ami!"

A shiver ran down Kyouya's back and he tried to pry Tamaki off of him, with limited success. He wearily passed a hand over his eyes. "What is it now?" He asked, feigning disinterest.

"Kyouya~!" Tamaki sobbed. "Haruhi said I was overly dramatic! How mean! Why don't you scold her for bullying her father?"

Kyouya sighed deeply. "As much as I would like to help you, Tamaki, I have to agree with Haruhi on this." He said quietly.

Tamaki jumped back as if he had been stung. "Mon ami, why are you saying that to me?" He asked, tears glistening in his eyes. "Quelle horreur!" He retreated to the corner of the room and started poking his fingers together.

Kyouya sighed at Tamaki's antics. Honestly, didn't he know how to behave normally?

At that moment, the school bell went off and Kyouya barely kept in the sigh of relief that welled up in his throat. The host club was closing for the day; this torture was almost over, and then he could go home and get rid of this annoying problem that had plagued him since French class, almost four hours ago.

The host club's visitors said their goodbyes and slowly began to leave the room, ultimately leaving the host club members alone in the third music room. When the last one closed the door behind her, all of the hosts let out a heavy sigh and slumped down in their seats, except for Tamaki who remained in his dark corner.

"Tamaki, snap out of it!" Kyouya commanded. "It's time to go home."

Tamaki shifted into a dramatic position which was doubtlessly mean to show off how lonely he was in this cruel world, but which made Kyouya think about an entirely different thing. "Ah, mon ami, tu es cruel! First you insult me, then you command me. Je suis désolé!"

Kyouya felt a heavy shudder pass down his spine and he had to bite the inside of his lip not to moan. Cursing inwardly he tried to keep the blush from his face. It was too late that he realised he most certainly hadn't wanted that blood to travel elsewhere. He avoided the curious look that Tamaki sent him slightly nervously.

Tamaki watched Kyouya curiously. The man was displaying unusual behaviour. To begin with he didn't retort immediately like he usually would have; he just stood there. Tamaki saw him shudder and raised a delicate eyebrow. Kyouya must be ill, he decided. But when he looked a little better, or more specifically, lower, he discovered the reason for Kyouya's apparent discomfort.

Who would have thought that even the Shadow King gets inconveniently timed erections? Tamaki thought. But I wonder why now... I didn't say anything particularly lewd today...

Tamaki decided that it was, however, a great opportunity to get back at his boyfriend for his rude comments earlier, so he got up slowly and strode over to Kyouya, smiling slyly. "Kyouya, mon cher..." He said lowly, but stopped as he saw Kyouya shiver again and look away. It's almost like it's something I'm doing... but what...

One could practically see the light bulb above Tamaki's head flicker and switch on. His smile turned into an evil smirk. "Mon cheri..." He purred, accentuating the i to get his message across. "Est-ce que possible que c'est ma langue maternelle que t'as excité?"

Kyouya blushed deeply as he heard Tamaki say what had been on his mind all afternoon; how Tamaki's voice speaking his mother tongue excited him beyond measure. He swallowed audibly and shook his head. "N-no." He muttered.

Tamaki just laughed and moved closer. "Vraiment?" The blonde asked and dragged a hand up Kyouya's chest. Kyouya stepped back and tried to compose himself, but Tamaki was faster. In one swift movement he had pushed Kyouya against the wall. "Je n'en crois pas un mot..."

Kyouya tried desperately to escape Tamaki's arms that held him into place against the wall, but to no avail. The blonde had him trapped completely, one leg between Kyouya's and his against the wall next to Kyouya's shoulders.

Tamaki licked Kyouya's neck, then tenderly kissed him on the lips. "Je t'aime." He whispered.

The rest of the host club was absolutely flabbergasted. They all knew that something was going on between their lord and the shadow king, but the two had never expressed their feelings this clearly in front of their friends, so none of them had expected to ever see something like this.

The twins swallowed audibly at the same time and Mori clamped his hand over Hunny's eyes. Haruhi just stared slack-jawed at the two tall boys in front of her.

Tamaki's head twitched, as if he remembered something, and he looked up at his friends, the evil smirk still in place. "It might be wise..." He said, "If you leave us now. I need to help mon chere Kyouya with his French..."

The host club members didn't know how fast to run.

When the door closed behind their friends, Tamaki turned his predatory grin on Kyouya. "Wow, mon cher..." He whispered against Kyouya's lips. "If only I had know this before..."

Kyouya blushed. "S-shut up, Tamaki." He muttered. "It's not funny."

"I didn't say it was funny, love." Tamaki muttered. "I wanted to tell you how cute you look when you're all flustered like that. If I had known French turns you on so much, I would have started doing this a long time ago..."

Kyouya glared at Tamaki, but when the blonde's sinful lips touched his his eyes slid closed and he moaned softly. Tamaki's tongue licked his bottom lip, asked for permission, which Kyouya gladly gave him. Their tongues danced around each other. Tamaki shifted his leg a little and pressed his upper leg against the bulge in Kyouya's pants.

Kyouya's eyes snapped open and he moaned loudly into the kiss and bucked his hips towards Tamaki's leg. "a-ah~"

"Ah, tu commences à t'impatienter, Kyouya..." Tamaki whispered in his ear. Kyouya's hips twitched and he moaned again, for once not caring about where he was or what he was doing. All he knew right now was that he was there with Tamaki and the other was whispering in his ear and touching him...

Kyouya pulled Tamaki closer and clung to him tightly. "You bastard." He growled in between pants. "You're the only one who can make me behave like this."

Tamaki chuckled. "And that's why you love me, mon cheri." He pulled Kyouya into a kiss and moved his leg upward. "Let yourself go, cheri." He whispered. "S'il vous plait, Kyouya... pour moi."

Kyouya's back arched into the wall and he thanked whatever god he could think of that Tamaki had kissed him again, for the kiss muffled the loud moan which anyone at school would most surely have heard. He came hard in his pants and broke the kiss moments later, panting harshly and leaning into Tamaki for support.

Tamaki stroked Kyouya's hair and held his boyfriend as he recovered from what must have been a spectacular orgasm. Tamaki sighed contently and hugged Kyouya close. "Oui..." he muttered to himself. "C'est vraiment la langue de l'amour..."

-Fin-

French translations:

La langue de l'amour: the language of love

Mon ami: my friend

Quelle horreur: What horror!/I'm shocked!

Tu es cruel: You are cruel

Je suis désolé: I am so sad

Mon cher: my dear

Mon cheri: my beloved

Est-ce que possible que c'est mon langue maternelle que t'as excité?: Could it be my mother-tongue that excited you?

Vraiment?: really?

Je n'en crois pas un mot: I don't believe you.

Je t'aime: I love you

tu commences à t'impatienter: you're becoming impatient

S'il vous plait: please

pour moi: for me

oui: yes

C'est vraiment la langue de l'amour: It is truly the language of love