-Friends?-
It was about a year before the Host Club was really official, Tamaki Suoh and Kyouya Ootori were discussing plans. "You can be the mommy, scince you are vice president!" Tamaki said. "Scince I will be Daddy!"
Kyouya shouldn't have let it get to him like that... but he couldn't help but pin him to the floor of the abandoned music room.
"If you're the 'Daddy' Tamaki... then why am I topping you?" Kyouya murmured into the confused blonde's ear.
"K-K-..." Was all Tamaki could really say. His face getting red as the dark haired teen leaned his legs inbetween the blonde's legs. "Whats wrong?" he snickered, his calm composure comepletely slipping away. He removed his glases letting his dark eyes peer blindly into the beautiful violet blue ones he was so envious of. "Why do you stutter at me Tamaki?"
Kyouya rested his head adoringly on Tamaki's chest. The clothing was in the way... It had to go sometime.
"K-Kyouya y-you know I am not like that." Tamaki stuttered ignoreing the question. He lightly tugged on the clothes with an annoyed expression. "Your cothing is simply annoying Tamaki."
The blonde let a yelp out for a moment clutching his clothes for dear life. "I told you no Kyouya~~!" He whined; but that only triggered Kyouya more. He pulled more harshly on the blonde's clothing and moved his left hand to the teen's spine. Breathing lightly into Tamaki's ear; "I know that." He felt a smirk cross his face as the clothing ripped at his fingertips. Tamaki's pleas were completely muted out. "Stop Kyouya! Please!" It was fallen onto deaf ears, Kyouya continued to rip and tear away at all of Tamaki's clothing. "You..." He murmured into the blonde's ear again. "You are..." He couldn't describe the beauty of the pale body infront of him. Even if it was clothed, there were still no words for him. "Kyouya...?" He sounded confused as his stare turned blank, as if Kyouya had gone away completely... Awaking the demon inside. "Kyouya?" Tamaki looked at him only to feel lips pressed roughly into his own. A new monster awakening.
Tamaki's eyes widened at the dark haired shadow king. "K-kyouya?" he asked once more. "Yes... Tamaki?" He purred; it was so unlike him to pur like a kitten... Tamaki noted the odd behavior. "Let me go." Kyouya snickered at the blonde looking into his eyes darkly "I'm afraid I cant do that." He slid his free hand to Tamaki's thigh rubbing it softly. "K--!" The blonde gasped a bit, the raven haired teen feeling the chills. He slid his hand onto Tamaki's member slowly, getting more reaction out of the helpless blonde. "N-! D--!" Kyouya let his hand explore the blonde's member as it got more hard to press on. "You're getting hotter Tamaki." Kyouya said referring to the sweat that trickled lightly onto his hand. Tamaki moaned softly into his ear... Pure music; was all it is, especially to this inner demon.