As I said in the summary, these all should be pretty short and to the point. Some will include boylove (shounen-ai) but nothing more than K+, of course, you know, to keep the K+ rating true. You've been warned.
I'll be updating this at least three to four times a week, each with a different pairing. I found a list of about sixty promps on livejournal (check my profile for the link!) and I'll be using an online random generator to pick one word and one pairing, then write from there.
So enjoy, and I own nothing at all!!!
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Prompt #1: Itch
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Kyoya/Tamaki
Rating: K
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The feeling was a tantalizing one. And it sure would go away on its own accord. It was there, mocking him, almost, laughing in his face.
It was an itch in one of the worst places imaginable:
Right smack dab between his two shoulder blades. You know the feeling, I'm sure. He had been on his laptop, updating the some of club's fiscal statuses, doing nothing out of the ordinary when it came upon him.
So he did the only thing he knew to do. Kyoya compromised. He could squirm and writhe his arms in awkward fashions in attempt to reach the particular region of his back. Or he could rub his back up and down on the cloth of the sofa. Both of which would make him look like a complete idiot, right in front of the on-looking customers.
And, well, that was Souh's job. He may have been the president of the host club, but the young man could be a downright nincompoop when he put his mind to it.
Tamaki…
No, Kyoya would never sink so low as to ask him, of all people. Though he knew that the lord would do so the instant it was asked of him, Kyoya knew that then he would then feel obliged himself to do something in return. You know, 'scratch my back and I'll scratch yours,' and all. Literally.
But then… how could he go on with his work when he was in such discomfort? He couldn't, he knew. Kyoya would just have to ask. Right… about… now.
Alas, he remained silent. As much as this was necessary to him, he could not help but to be hesitant. The feat was simply unavoidable, and he feared that his immediate sanity was soon to be at sake.
So, after unclenching his slim jaw, Kyoya made himself break his lips apart in order to communicate his request, taking the needed inhalation of the perfumed air of the Third Music Room. Everything was going to plan. Everything, that is, until an almost adolescent voice beat said teen's in making itself heard,
"Kyoya, why are you struggling so much?" The bespectacled one turned only slightly so as to glance over his shoulder at the , whose purely sincere look of concern was fixed in his direction, "Why… you look as if you have a pestering itch. Is that it?" Kyoya said nothing in return, "It is an itch, isn't it!" Tamaki continued, the expression depicted on his face growing jovial, "An itch that you are unable to scratch, right?"
With that, he made his gallant gait over towards to where his friend was seated, and got right to work in all the right places, apparently knowing just were his assistance was needed. Finely trimmed fingernails started to gently rub at the linen of the uniform, Tamaki chuckling happily to himself all the while.
But Kyoya, out of an involuntary tendency to flinch at the slightest contact of another, had contracted his back muscles as if readying himself for some unseen enemy. At this, he heard Tamaki give an amused sigh, saying,
"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. You have an itch, and well, I'm scratching it. You've just got to learn to trust others every now and then." The treatment then turned into a massage, Tamaki using his to knead Kyoya's tense shoulders.
Perhaps the optimist was right. Perhaps trust was among the few things that Kyoya had yet to learn. Perhaps Tamaki could teach him. Perhaps.
