"WHAT?! But I can't do that!"
The Host King's voice choked on the last of his words while a familiar dark blush crossed his cheeks and over the bride of his nose. Wide, amethyst eyes watched the redheaded prankster before turning toward the small, giggling crowd of dandelions occupying a particularly large tea table.
Disdain flickered in the amber eyes of the Hitachiin boy as he also looked over at the crowd of girls as they continued to whisper as if the two hosts weren't even in the room. This was stupid but it was their job as hosts to fulfill each and every girl's desire.
Tamaki held Hikaru's full attention again and the redhead gave Tamaki a fickle shrug of his shoulders. "It's what they want, boss." Hikaru turned his bored, half-lidded gaze to the side and folded his hands behind his head.
"And this isn't by choice either. No offense, but you're just not my type, boss." The Hitachiin boy turned a devilish smirk on Tamaki, which only made the King recoil unpleasantly. Ooh, the silly girls and their hobbies. Tamaki would never understand their fascination with two boys kissing.
Tamaki's blush only darkened the more he thought about it. He'd never kissed anyone before, at least nothing as intimate as lips against lips. He was innocent, as were the girls in his Host Club and aimed to keep it that way. He only ever pecked their hands or their cheeks and that was all.
This would be his first kiss.
He would give his first kiss to Hikaru.
Tamaki swallowed hard and gave a resigned sigh that only made Hikaru's brow quirk in offense before he turned his back on his elder.
"I guess if it's what the guests want,"
Surprise lit in the Hitachiin's amber eyes when the king was suddenly so compliant to the audacious request. Tamaki's hand reached out for Hikaru and tugged the younger host around before the devil could even think of a retort or smart-ass remark. Lips pressed together in an awkward kiss as Tamaki's hands held the redhead steady by the shoulders. After a moment, the kiss ended and the two hosts looked at each other in astonishment that neither tried to struggle and that neither felt like retching right after.
"There." A hint of wistful finality rang in Tamaki's voice as he looked back into wide, amber eyes.
It was only a peck but the kiss received the reaction the boys were looking for as all of the guests burst into a fit of giggles and squeals. After all, no matter how deep the kiss was, it was still a kiss shared between two of the most handsome men at Ouran.
Even Kaoru guffawed after the kiss was shared.
"That was brilliant! Simply perfect! A kiss! Shared between the phony prince and his loyal and equally as handsome knight! The Knight's unrequited and undying love for the prince kept him from straying in hopes that one day! The Prince would return his feelings and today is that day!"
The crowds scattered as a platform rose from the center of the abandoned music room with Renge, the club's manager, perched just at the top with a video camera in hand. She just barely hung off the side of her stage as she tried to get a closer shot of Hikaru's and Tamaki's faces.
"Hey! Shut it off!" Hikaru covered the camera with his hand and attempted to shove the device through the strawberry blonde's face. Tamaki continued to stand in complete awe and covered his mouth with his hand. "And you! It wasn't that bad! If you're going to blow chunks then do it somewhere else and don't make it so obvious!" Hikaru yelled back as he lifted an accusing finger at the Host King when he noticed how ill Tamaki looked.
"Excuse me." Tamaki mumbled just before turning on his heels and fluttering his way into the Prep Room where the club dressed for their events; leaving Hikaru and most of the host club in complete confusion.