Don't ask me where I pulled this from. I don't know. But that aside I quite like it.
The first Tamaki/Kyoya I've ever written, hope you like it!
The Third Music room was all but deserted.
"Tamaki," Kyoya said from where he was seated.
"Yes?" The blonde said turning towards his best friend.
"Who do you love more? Your daughter or your wife?" Tamaki was quite taken aback by that question.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Who do you love more? Your daughter or your wife?" Kyoya repeated, talking as he would to a young child.
"Oh," Comprehension dawned on Tamaki's face making him seem incredibly innocent, "Why my wife of course!" He answered. Kyoya nodded satisfied. And silence resumed.
"Kyoya..." Tamaki began.
"Yes?"
"Are we married?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You said 'your wife'"
"Well we should be married shouldn't we? It'd set a bad example for the children otherwise."
"Oh. I see," Tamaki was silent for a moment then; "Kyo..?"
"Yes?"
"If we're married, then I suppose it would be ok for me to do this wouldn't it?" There was a rustle of cloth as Tamaki leant over and pressed his lips against Kyoya's.
When they broke apart Kyoya was quiet for a time, "Yes I do believe it would be," he said thoughtfully. Then he smirked and reaching up pulled Tamaki down, so that their faces were a hair's breadth apart. When he spoke, his breath brushed against Tamaki's lips.
"That," he said "and more."
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