Tamaki sat with his hands in his lap. His expression was gloomy and sullen. He was waiting for Kyouya to get out of the bathroom. Crowds of people passed by, hardly noticing him. That was good, at least to him. The dark haired boy exited the men's room, wiping his still damp hands on his pants ever so slightly. The blonde's face lit up. But the megane wouldn't look at him. He walked over, his hands in his pockets.
"Let's go," he said, grabbing Tamaki hand roughly. Tamaki had a slight blush on his cheeks, but the glasses clad boy's face held no expression. He kept a straight face. They walked out of the airport hand in hand. Outside the airport, it was sunny and warm. Kyouya nearly glared at the sun, the light glinting off his glasses as he looked up. The show they were going to see, Anything Goes, wasn't to start for another four hours. In that amount of time, the two had originally planned to go to street venders, odd shops, eat, and go to the National Museum of Modern Art. Already the this day was too long and sadly it had only just begun. The dark haired boy dreaded everything at this point. He let go of Tamaki's hand abruptly, trying to get the warm, gentle touch out of his mind. "Do you want to visit the shops of would you rather stand here like a fool?" he asked, sarcasm think in his voice. Of course they weren't going to stand there all day, but Kyouya's tolerance for anything now was low. Tamaki was a bit taken back, but answered quickly.
"Shops. We should go to the shops," the blonde replied hesitantly. He wasn't too keen on spending his day with Mr. Grumpy, but he really didn't have a choice. They headed off into the city, stopping at a few places. Most of the time, however, they were walking. The boys stopped to eat lunch at a little ramen shop, Tamaki lugging a rather large tote of souvenirs. The older boy hadn't approved of this, but he hadn't said anything and wasn't going to either. Besides, there wasn't much use trying to stop the French lad when he was purchasing useless nick-knacks. By that time, it was a little past twelve. The museum was next. Kyouya hardly paid any attention as they looked at exhibit after exhibit. Tamaki hardly talked and really it was just a waste of time. But eventually, 1:30 rolled around and they headed to the Shiki Theater. For the longest time, Tamaki has wanted to see this musical. Sadly, the French boy had also hoped that both he and his best friend would be in better spirits for this production. Neither were too happy. They reached the theater with ten minutes before the curtain would rise. Seating wasn't as issue; Tamaki's father had reserved them two of the best seats in the house. They took them and prepared for the show. Throughout the entire performance, they blond couldn't concentrate. During the huge dance numbers he was somewhat paying attention, but really his mind was on the boy sitting next to him; he did his best not to show it, but Tamaki was constantly looking that way. And as far as he knew, the other hadn't caught on yet. For three hours this went on. Kyouya stared at the stage, trying to absorb as much as he could and desperately trying to ignore the obvious glances the violet eyed boy threw at him. Soon, the musical was over. Neither boy was satisfied. Another waste of time and money. Slowly, the lights in the theater came on and people began filing out. Kyouya lead the way and the two managed to get out onto the streets. At exactly that moment, Tamaki accidentally pushed into a guy and knocked him over. Immediately, the French boy began spewing apologies as he helped the man up, who appeared to be in his early twenties, smiled and dusted himself off.
"Really, it's fine! I'm perfectly alright! Don't worry yourself'!" he said, putting his hands up. He had dark hair, almost black, and hazel green eyes. His skin was slightly tanned and he wore a black and purple t-shirt underneath his black bomber jacket. His hair was long and sleek, his bangs pinned back with two bobby pins. Otherwise, they would have been in his face. The dark locks fell just above his shoulders. His pants were belted at the waist, the red and black studded belt barely visible underneath his shirt. They were black and clung to his legs. On his feet were black and white sneakers, probably Converse. He had a light stubble that lined his chin and cheeks. His smile was kind and friendly.
"I'm still awfully sorry about knocking you over. Are you sure you're alright?" Tamaki asked again.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Everything seems to be intact. No harm, no foul," the man replied, adjusting one of the pins in his hair. The blonde relaxed a bit. Kyouya just stood there and watched, his hands in his pockets. It was then that those hazel eyes darted his way, looking him over from top to bottom. He nodded slightly in approval. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by Tamaki. "Hey there," the man said to Kyouya, a bit of a flirty smile coming over his features. "I'm Gabriel. But, you can call me Gabe for short."
"It's a pleasure. I'm Kyouya," the glasses clad male said, extending his hand for a shake, a friendly smile on his face. The one he used for business affairs. Tamaki noted the smile on his buddy's face. He hadn't smiled at him all day, but he did so to a complete stranger. Rejection surged through his body. "And this is my friend, Tamaki," Kyouya said, gesturing toward said blonde.
"Nice to meet ya," he said with a wink. After a minute or so of contemplating, Gabe looked back at Kyouya. "So, Kyouya, you wanna get a bite to eat with me? Your friend can tag along if he wants," he asked, that cheeky smile still plastered on his face. Tamaki wanted to speak up and decline, but the offer wasn't for him. He was fairly sure, however, that Kyouya wouldn't accept. There wasn't anything for him to gain from this. The megane's eyes darted toward Tamaki for only a second.
"I suppose so," he said with a smile. "It wouldn't hurt to get a little something. We've got some time to spare." Gabe's smiled widened.
"Then it's settled. How about we go get some sushi? I've been to this really great place nearly every time I come to the city. What do ya say?"
"Sounds lovely. Let's go," Kyouya replied. With that, the older man grabbed his hand and began to pull him from the crowd. Tamaki followed right behind them, grabbing Kyouya's hand as well. No, this wasn't weird at all. Within a few minutes, the trio reached the little sushi shop. Gabe was greeted with a few fond hello's. They knew him. And apparently well.
"I love this place! Their sushi is the best," he said. Kyouya smiled a little brighter as they sat down at a booth by the window. He slide in first, Gabe following right next to him. Tamaki sat opposite of the two. "How about I order for both of you? Let me surprise ya!" he said enthusiastically. They both nodded.
"Sure, why not?" Tamaki spoke, a slight hint of sarcasm that Gabe chose to ignore. As on of the rather cute waitresses walked over, she greeted them formally and Gabe leaned her down to whisper in her eat. A light blush spread over her cheeks as she nodded, scribbled something down on her notepad, and scurried off in a flustered fashion. The boy chuckled. "So, tell me Gabe, how old are you anyways?" Tamaki asked.
"I'm twenty-two, turning twenty-three in four days," he said, eying the blonde. "And what about you two? I assume you're still in high school, right?"
"Yeah, we second years to be exact." Gabe nodded.
"So, seventeen, huh?"
"Mhm."
"That's cool. I remember being seventeen. Not a particularly good time of my life, but hey, when is high school ever a good time? Eh?" he said, hoping to get a chuckle or two out of them. At the same time, he put a casual hand on Kyouya's knee under the table. And just as slyly, the megane brushed it away. He was not going to put up with anything of that sort. The girl came back with a tray and three dished. Each held three different types of sushi and in all different colors. "I hope you guys like this. I get one of these almost every time I come here," Gabe said.
"Thank you," Kyouya said, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and digging in. the three boys ate, conversations popping up here and there, but never between Tamaki and Kyouya. The older of the two was still angry and wasn't going to say anything until the blonde apologized for his rash behavior the night before. His eyes darted to the window, spotting two men in black suits pass by. It was them again. Still doing their job, too. Soon the sushi was all gone and Gabe was paying for the food.
"Say, there's a party going down at my friend's apartment tonight. How about you two come with me? Just for a little while," he asked, rising from the booth. Kyouya didn't really want to go; he was ready to go home and sleep. But, at the mention of party, Tamaki's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, let's go! I think it would be fun!" the blonde exclaimed. Gabe nodded to him and looked to Kyou.
"What about you? What do ya say, Kyouya?" he asked.
"I suppose. But only for a little while." Once that was said, the bill was slapped on the table and they were out the door. The apartment complex was just down the street and within a matter of minutes, they reached apt. 269. Music blared and shook the walls. They both were anxious. Gabe smiled.
"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the door. He opened it and stepped in, both boys following after him. There were so many people. Some were dancing, others had drinks in their hands, and even a few people were smoking off to the side. They were awestruck. Gabe wrapped an arm around Kyouya. Tamaki didn't even notice. He was making his way to the dance floor, already swaying with the music. "I wanna introduce you to a few people," the hazel eyed boy said, leading the glasses clad male away.
It went like this for an hour; he met people, chatted a bit, met a few more, sipped a beer, and talked with Gabe. At about 8:23, he had the urge to use the bathroom.
"Excuse me, but could you point me in the direction of the restroom?" he asked politely. Kyouya was seated on the couch with Gabe to his left, once of the man's hands resting on his thigh. He hadn't really noticed it was there.
"I'll show you myself," he replied, getting up and helping the megane to his feet. They traveled across the apartment, holding hands. They found the bathroom no problem. Then something happened. Gabe pushed Kyouya inside, following in after him and locking the door. The room was dark when he felt the wall behind him and lips against his. It was an odd feeling. Kyouya brought his hands up to his chest and pushed Gabe away. His hand found the light switch and flipped it on.
"I think it would be best if you let me be. I'll be leaving after this," the boy said harshly. His eyes were cold and icy. It was evident that this hurt the older male a little bit, but he went with it.
"Have it your way," he replied, exiting the bathroom after that. Kyouya relaxed against the wall, catching his breath. It was a little weird that the Ootori security hadn't interrupted the party. Ah well. They were probably waiting outside the apartment in case anything ran a muck. The megane used the facilities, then left the bathroom. Finding Tamaki took an awfully long time. Longer than it should have, at least. But, eventually he found him and dragged him away from the dancing and music.
"We're leaving now," he said, opening the door. They hailed a taxi once they got out onto they streets and arrived at the airport at quarter of nine. Kyouya approached the front desk, asking the woman there if there was any availability on the next flight back home. She told him there was and he told her he would like two tickets for it, giving his father's name and such. By nine o'clock, they were both on the plane home. It wasn't too long after they boarded the plane that Kyouya fell asleep. While he slept, Tamaki got up to go to the bathroom. The plane was empty in first class, oddly enough. He was fairly sure, just like Kyouya was, that their family security was on the plane, keeping the boys safe.
About five minutes after the French boy left for the bathroom, the dark haired awoke from his slumber and looked around. His friend was no where to be seen. Kyouya felt a small wave of panic wash through him. Where had that boy gotten to? He stood, heading first to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Tamaki? Are you in there?" There was no answer. At least not at first. A soft moan pierced the silence. It came from the other side of the door. It aroused the megane both mentally and physically. Why was that sound coming from the bathroom? And why was he so drawn to it? Before he could act on his curiosity, the door opened swiftly and Kyouya was pulled inside. His mind raced as he felt a wall behind him for the second time tonight. "Tamaki?" he asked, his voice shaky as his heartbeat soared.
"Hush." the voice said in the darkness, thick with lust. It made an already growing tension in his pants grow just a bit tighter.
"Tamaki, is that you?" Kyouya asked again. Without an answer, he felt soft lush lips lips against his own. They were fierce and needy. Hands felt their way to his hips and up his shirt. They were warm, yet at the same time, they left goosebumps on his ivory skin. Lips that were against his just a moment ago moved to his ear, biting down on the lobe softly.
"Yes, it's me, you fool. Who else would it be?" the voice said, a smirk visible only through the sound of that sensual voice. This realization made the glasses clad male blush a hot blush.
"What do you think you're doing" he asked, trying his best to sound firm.
"You know perfectly well what I'm doing. And you won't stop me either," the blonde said, his fingers rubbing Kyouya's nipples. A small shudder rippled through his body.
"What makes you so sure?"
"You want me to do this to you."
"I don't!"
"You do."
"I already told you this, Tamaki! I don't love you! I don't want any kind of intimate relationship with you! Now, let me go!" Kyouya said, moving his hands up and pressing them against the blonde's chest, all the while trying to squirm free.
"Why do you lie to yourself like that? We both know you want me. You've always wanted me. And I'm giving it to you free of charge," he said, kissing the megane's neck. Kyouya sighed softly; Tamaki's lips and tongue against his skin felt so good. His head rested back against the wall. How could he get out of this?
"Tamaki, stop. I don't want you to love me. I really don't."
"Lies, lies. You like this, Kyou. I know you do. I can feel your body succumbing to my every touch," he spoke, kissing down his neck to his collar bone. The dark haired boy shook his head, his voice caught in his throat. "Don't deny it, Kyouya. You know there's something between us," he said, his voice becoming softer. "And I'm going to make you see that tonight." His hand caressed Kyouya's nipples as these words tugged at his heart strings. Would it be so bad to give in? Just for one night? No one was around to see them. Kyouya couldn't hide his growing affection and attraction for the blonde. Those lips kissed his neck again, the dark haired boy sighing again. His hands moved to the boy's head, bringing it back up so they were face to face again. Silvery eyes behind glasses searched for the violet ones he knew so well. The anger he had felt earlier had melted away.
"I love you," he whispered softly, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Lips moved against lips, making Kyouya's head spin. He pulled away for air and to remove his glasses. He set them in the sink basin, hoping they'd be safe there. The two moved from the wall to the counter of the sink. Tamaki lifted Kyouya up and set him on top of the cool metal. His shirt was removed, revealing his erect nipples. They kissed again, Tamaki wrapping his arms around the other. Kyouya's arms wound their way around his neck, pulling him closer. Tongues danced as the French boy moved his hands to the button on the raven haired boy's pants. His shirt disappeared just as quickly, his warm hands working on his own pants now. Both of the boys were hard. "Tamaki," the megane said in a breathy voice, "be gentle with me."
"I will." Sweet French words of love were whispered into Kyouya's ear as he slowly lowered himself onto the blonde's cock. It hurt, it hurt so much. Tears sprang from the older boy's eyes, spilling onto Tamaki's shoulder. He laid his head on that shoulder, his eyes shut as he tried to block the tears. He whimpered as Tamaki thrust slowly into him, hands holding his hips firmly. Kyouya's arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as he continued to shed tears. But, soon the feel of his lover's dick inside of him began to feel pleasurable. "You're so tight," Tamaki said softly, a bit of a smirk on his face. "Just relax, I won't hurt you." He picked up speed as Kyouya exhaled, loosening his tensed muscles. He could feel his whole body heating up, his cheeks the warmest part. His lips were at Tamaki's neck, licking, sucking, and nipping at it. His lover replied with encouraging moans and grunts. The violet eyed boy thrust into Kyouya harder and harder, faster and faster. Moans filled the metallic restroom, some of them echoing off the walls. A loud moan ripped from the shadow king's throat as Tamaki his his prostate.
"Ahh~" Again, he hit that spot, bringing the boy closer to cumming. "Tamaki!" he exclaimed, his breath hot against the blonde's ear. "I'm going to cum!" With another thrust into him, Kyouya felt his body growing warmer and warmer. He began to shake a little, gripping onto the boy thrusting into him. Tamaki thrust himself into Kyouya once more, hitting his prostate dead on. The megane's voice rang out, the word he uttered nearly bringing Tamaki nearly to his end. "Ahhh! Tamaki!" He could feel himself cum, his fluids spilling out as he threw his head back. Sweat flung from his forehead as he felt that wave rush through him. Semen coated the blonde's abdomen, just barely missing the waist of his pants. Almost immediately after his partner came, so did Tamaki. That same wave of warmth spread through his entire being as he felt his body tense and release. His cum rushed into the boy before him. Kyouya felt the liquid enter his body, warming him again. It was one of the most intense things he had ever experienced. The French boy pulled out of his lover, collapsing on the floor. Kyouya soon joined him, his breathing heavy and labored. He reached up for the light switch, feeling around for a moment. He found it and flipped it on.
The dark haired boy saw the mess they had made. Clothes strewn about and spots of jizz here and there. His eyes wondered to his own sticky mess which was splattered across Tamaki's stomach. "I love you," he spoke softly, kissing the blonde gently on his lips, lingering just for a moment.
"I love you, too," he replied, returning the kiss. The two cleaned up as best they could and exited the bathroom. Within a matter of minutes, the plane landed and they walked off hand in hand. In the lobby, one of the Suoh security guards was waiting for them.
"Mr. Suoh is not happy with you two arriving home so late," he said in a deep, manly voice.
"Yes, I know. And rightfully so. Come, let's go home," Tamaki said, still holding Kyouya's hand. Dragging his large tote of things and his new lover, they reached the car and sat in the backseat. Tamaki fell asleep in the megane's arms soon after they left the airport. Kyouya stared up at the stars for a little while, smiling to himself. Then, he too fell asleep. They were awoken by the guard that had driven them home. Groggily, the two boys held onto each other as they entered the house and made their way to Tamaki's room. Together, they collapsed on his king sized bed, far too tired to change out of their street clothes.
"I love you so much, Tamaki. I really do," Kyouya said in a sleepy voice. The blonde by his side chuckled.
"Yeah, I know. I love you, too. So much, Kyou. So much." They kissed for a moment and before Kyouya finally dozed off, he made a wish. A wish that they would be together forever. Whatever lied in wait for them in the future didn't phase them. They'd face it not alone, but together. And that was all that mattered.
"Let's go," he said, grabbing Tamaki hand roughly. Tamaki had a slight blush on his cheeks, but the glasses clad boy's face held no expression. He kept a straight face. They walked out of the airport hand in hand. Outside the airport, it was sunny and warm. Kyouya nearly glared at the sun, the light glinting off his glasses as he looked up. The show they were going to see, Anything Goes, wasn't to start for another four hours. In that amount of time, the two had originally planned to go to street venders, odd shops, eat, and go to the National Museum of Modern Art. Already the this day was too long and sadly it had only just begun. The dark haired boy dreaded everything at this point. He let go of Tamaki's hand abruptly, trying to get the warm, gentle touch out of his mind. "Do you want to visit the shops of would you rather stand here like a fool?" he asked, sarcasm think in his voice. Of course they weren't going to stand there all day, but Kyouya's tolerance for anything now was low. Tamaki was a bit taken back, but answered quickly.
"Shops. We should go to the shops," the blonde replied hesitantly. He wasn't too keen on spending his day with Mr. Grumpy, but he really didn't have a choice. They headed off into the city, stopping at a few places. Most of the time, however, they were walking. The boys stopped to eat lunch at a little ramen shop, Tamaki lugging a rather large tote of souvenirs. The older boy hadn't approved of this, but he hadn't said anything and wasn't going to either. Besides, there wasn't much use trying to stop the French lad when he was purchasing useless nick-knacks. By that time, it was a little past twelve. The museum was next. Kyouya hardly paid any attention as they looked at exhibit after exhibit. Tamaki hardly talked and really it was just a waste of time. But eventually, 1:30 rolled around and they headed to the Shiki Theater. For the longest time, Tamaki has wanted to see this musical. Sadly, the French boy had also hoped that both he and his best friend would be in better spirits for this production. Neither were too happy. They reached the theater with ten minutes before the curtain would rise. Seating wasn't as issue; Tamaki's father had reserved them two of the best seats in the house. They took them and prepared for the show. Throughout the entire performance, they blond couldn't concentrate. During the huge dance numbers he was somewhat paying attention, but really his mind was on the boy sitting next to him; he did his best not to show it, but Tamaki was constantly looking that way. And as far as he knew, the other hadn't caught on yet. For three hours this went on. Kyouya stared at the stage, trying to absorb as much as he could and desperately trying to ignore the obvious glances the violet eyed boy threw at him. Soon, the musical was over. Neither boy was satisfied. Another waste of time and money. Slowly, the lights in the theater came on and people began filing out. Kyouya lead the way and the two managed to get out onto the streets. At exactly that moment, Tamaki accidentally pushed into a guy and knocked him over. Immediately, the French boy began spewing apologies as he helped the man up, who appeared to be in his early twenties, smiled and dusted himself off.
"Really, it's fine! I'm perfectly alright! Don't worry yourself'!" he said, putting his hands up. He had dark hair, almost black, and hazel green eyes. His skin was slightly tanned and he wore a black and purple t-shirt underneath his black bomber jacket. His hair was long and sleek, his bangs pinned back with two bobby pins. Otherwise, they would have been in his face. The dark locks fell just above his shoulders. His pants were belted at the waist, the red and black studded belt barely visible underneath his shirt. They were black and clung to his legs. On his feet were black and white sneakers, probably Converse. He had a light stubble that lined his chin and cheeks. His smile was kind and friendly.
"I'm still awfully sorry about knocking you over. Are you sure you're alright?" Tamaki asked again.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Everything seems to be intact. No harm, no foul," the man replied, adjusting one of the pins in his hair. The blonde relaxed a bit. Kyouya just stood there and watched, his hands in his pockets. It was then that those hazel eyes darted his way, looking him over from top to bottom. He nodded slightly in approval. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by Tamaki. "Hey there," the man said to Kyouya, a bit of a flirty smile coming over his features. "I'm Gabriel. But, you can call me Gabe for short."
"It's a pleasure. I'm Kyouya," the glasses clad male said, extending his hand for a shake, a friendly smile on his face. The one he used for business affairs. Tamaki noted the smile on his buddy's face. He hadn't smiled at him all day, but he did so to a complete stranger. Rejection surged through his body. "And this is my friend, Tamaki," Kyouya said, gesturing toward said blonde.
"Nice to meet ya," he said with a wink. After a minute or so of contemplating, Gabe looked back at Kyouya. "So, Kyouya, you wanna get a bite to eat with me? Your friend can tag along if he wants," he asked, that cheeky smile still plastered on his face. Tamaki wanted to speak up and decline, but the offer wasn't for him. He was fairly sure, however, that Kyouya wouldn't accept. There wasn't anything for him to gain from this. The megane's eyes darted toward Tamaki for only a second.
"I suppose so," he said with a smile. "It wouldn't hurt to get a little something. We've got some time to spare." Gabe's smiled widened.
"Then it's settled. How about we go get some sushi? I've been to this really great place nearly every time I come to the city. What do ya say?"
"Sounds lovely. Let's go," Kyouya replied. With that, the older man grabbed his hand and began to pull him from the crowd. Tamaki followed right behind them, grabbing Kyouya's hand as well. No, this wasn't weird at all. Within a few minutes, the trio reached the little sushi shop. Gabe was greeted with a few fond hello's. They knew him. And apparently well.
"I love this place! Their sushi is the best," he said. Kyouya smiled a little brighter as they sat down at a booth by the window. He slide in first, Gabe following right next to him. Tamaki sat opposite of the two. "How about I order for both of you? Let me surprise ya!" he said enthusiastically. They both nodded.
"Sure, why not?" Tamaki spoke, a slight hint of sarcasm that Gabe chose to ignore. As on of the rather cute waitresses walked over, she greeted them formally and Gabe leaned her down to whisper in her eat. A light blush spread over her cheeks as she nodded, scribbled something down on her notepad, and scurried off in a flustered fashion. The boy chuckled. "So, tell me Gabe, how old are you anyways?" Tamaki asked.
"I'm twenty-two, turning twenty-three in four days," he said, eying the blonde. "And what about you two? I assume you're still in high school, right?"
"Yeah, we second years to be exact." Gabe nodded.
"So, seventeen, huh?"
"Mhm."
"That's cool. I remember being seventeen. Not a particularly good time of my life, but hey, when is high school ever a good time? Eh?" he said, hoping to get a chuckle or two out of them. At the same time, he put a casual hand on Kyouya's knee under the table. And just as slyly, the megane brushed it away. He was not going to put up with anything of that sort. The girl came back with a tray and three dished. Each held three different types of sushi and in all different colors. "I hope you guys like this. I get one of these almost every time I come here," Gabe said.
"Thank you," Kyouya said, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and digging in. the three boys ate, conversations popping up here and there, but never between Tamaki and Kyouya. The older of the two was still angry and wasn't going to say anything until the blonde apologized for his rash behavior the night before. His eyes darted to the window, spotting two men in black suits pass by. It was them again. Still doing their job, too. Soon the sushi was all gone and Gabe was paying for the food.
"Say, there's a party going down at my friend's apartment tonight. How about you two come with me? Just for a little while," he asked, rising from the booth. Kyouya didn't really want to go; he was ready to go home and sleep. But, at the mention of party, Tamaki's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, let's go! I think it would be fun!" the blonde exclaimed. Gabe nodded to him and looked to Kyou.
"What about you? What do ya say, Kyouya?" he asked.
"I suppose. But only for a little while." Once that was said, the bill was slapped on the table and they were out the door. The apartment complex was just down the street and within a matter of minutes, they reached apt. 269. Music blared and shook the walls. They both were anxious. Gabe smiled.
"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the door. He opened it and stepped in, both boys following after him. There were so many people. Some were dancing, others had drinks in their hands, and even a few people were smoking off to the side. They were awestruck. Gabe wrapped an arm around Kyouya. Tamaki didn't even notice. He was making his way to the dance floor, already swaying with the music. "I wanna introduce you to a few people," the hazel eyed boy said, leading the glasses clad male away.
It went like this for an hour; he met people, chatted a bit, met a few more, sipped a beer, and talked with Gabe. At about 8:23, he had the urge to use the bathroom.
"Excuse me, but could you point me in the direction of the restroom?" he asked politely. Kyouya was seated on the couch with Gabe to his left, once of the man's hands resting on his thigh. He hadn't really noticed it was there.
"I'll show you myself," he replied, getting up and helping the megane to his feet. They traveled across the apartment, holding hands. They found the bathroom no problem. Then something happened. Gabe pushed Kyouya inside, following in after him and locking the door. The room was dark when he felt the wall behind him and lips against his. It was an odd feeling. Kyouya brought his hands up to his chest and pushed Gabe away. His hand found the light switch and flipped it on.
"I think it would be best if you let me be. I'll be leaving after this," the boy said harshly. His eyes were cold and icy. It was evident that this hurt the older male a little bit, but he went with it.
"Have it your way," he replied, exiting the bathroom after that. Kyouya relaxed against the wall, catching his breath. It was a little weird that the Ootori security hadn't interrupted the party. Ah well. They were probably waiting outside the apartment in case anything ran a muck. The megane used the facilities, then left the bathroom. Finding Tamaki took an awfully long time. Longer than it should have, at least. But, eventually he found him and dragged him away from the dancing and music.
"We're leaving now," he said, opening the door. They hailed a taxi once they got out onto they streets and arrived at the airport at quarter of nine. Kyouya approached the front desk, asking the woman there if there was any availability on the next flight back home. She told him there was and he told her he would like two tickets for it, giving his father's name and such. By nine o'clock, they were both on the plane home. It wasn't too long after they boarded the plane that Kyouya fell asleep. While he slept, Tamaki got up to go to the bathroom. The plane was empty in first class, oddly enough. He was fairly sure, just like Kyouya was, that their family security was on the plane, keeping the boys safe.
About five minutes after the French boy left for the bathroom, the dark haired awoke from his slumber and looked around. His friend was no where to be seen. Kyouya felt a small wave of panic wash through him. Where had that boy gotten to? He stood, heading first to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. "Tamaki? Are you in there?" There was no answer. At least not at first. A soft moan pierced the silence. It came from the other side of the door. It aroused the megane both mentally and physically. Why was that sound coming from the bathroom? And why was he so drawn to it? Before he could act on his curiosity, the door opened swiftly and Kyouya was pulled inside. His mind raced as he felt a wall behind him for the second time tonight. "Tamaki?" he asked, his voice shaky as his heartbeat soared.
"Hush." the voice said in the darkness, thick with lust. It made an already growing tension in his pants grow just a bit tighter.
"Tamaki, is that you?" Kyouya asked again. Without an answer, he felt soft lush lips lips against his own. They were fierce and needy. Hands felt their way to his hips and up his shirt. They were warm, yet at the same time, they left goosebumps on his ivory skin. Lips that were against his just a moment ago moved to his ear, biting down on the lobe softly.
"Yes, it's me, you fool. Who else would it be?" the voice said, a smirk visible only through the sound of that sensual voice. This realization made the glasses clad male blush a hot blush.
"What do you think you're doing" he asked, trying his best to sound firm.
"You know perfectly well what I'm doing. And you won't stop me either," the blonde said, his fingers rubbing Kyouya's nipples. A small shudder rippled through his body.
"What makes you so sure?"
"You want me to do this to you."
"I don't!"
"You do."
"I already told you this, Tamaki! I don't love you! I don't want any kind of intimate relationship with you! Now, let me go!" Kyouya said, moving his hands up and pressing them against the blonde's chest, all the while trying to squirm free.
"Why do you lie to yourself like that? We both know you want me. You've always wanted me. And I'm giving it to you free of charge," he said, kissing the megane's neck. Kyouya sighed softly; Tamaki's lips and tongue against his skin felt so good. His head rested back against the wall. How could he get out of this?
"Tamaki, stop. I don't want you to love me. I really don't."
"Lies, lies. You like this, Kyou. I know you do. I can feel your body succumbing to my every touch," he spoke, kissing down his neck to his collar bone. The dark haired boy shook his head, his voice caught in his throat. "Don't deny it, Kyouya. You know there's something between us," he said, his voice becoming softer. "And I'm going to make you see that tonight." His hand caressed Kyouya's nipples as these words tugged at his heart strings. Would it be so bad to give in? Just for one night? No one was around to see them. Kyouya couldn't hide his growing affection and attraction for the blonde. Those lips kissed his neck again, the dark haired boy sighing again. His hands moved to the boy's head, bringing it back up so they were face to face again. Silvery eyes behind glasses searched for the violet ones he knew so well. The anger he had felt earlier had melted away.
"I love you," he whispered softly, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Lips moved against lips, making Kyouya's head spin. He pulled away for air and to remove his glasses. He set them in the sink basin, hoping they'd be safe there. The two moved from the wall to the counter of the sink. Tamaki lifted Kyouya up and set him on top of the cool metal. His shirt was removed, revealing his erect nipples. They kissed again, Tamaki wrapping his arms around the other. Kyouya's arms wound their way around his neck, pulling him closer. Tongues danced as the French boy moved his hands to the button on the raven haired boy's pants. His shirt disappeared just as quickly, his warm hands working on his own pants now. Both of the boys were hard. "Tamaki," the megane said in a breathy voice, "be gentle with me."
"I will." Sweet French words of love were whispered into Kyouya's ear as he slowly lowered himself onto the blonde's cock. It hurt, it hurt so much. Tears sprang from the older boy's eyes, spilling onto Tamaki's shoulder. He laid his head on that shoulder, his eyes shut as he tried to block the tears. He whimpered as Tamaki thrust slowly into him, hands holding his hips firmly. Kyouya's arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as he continued to shed tears. But, soon the feel of his lover's dick inside of him began to feel pleasurable. "You're so tight," Tamaki said softly, a bit of a smirk on his face. "Just relax, I won't hurt you." He picked up speed as Kyouya exhaled, loosening his tensed muscles. He could feel his whole body heating up, his cheeks the warmest part. His lips were at Tamaki's neck, licking, sucking, and nipping at it. His lover replied with encouraging moans and grunts. The violet eyed boy thrust into Kyouya harder and harder, faster and faster. Moans filled the metallic restroom, some of them echoing off the walls. A loud moan ripped from the shadow king's throat as Tamaki his his prostate.
"Ahh~" Again, he hit that spot, bringing the boy closer to cumming. "Tamaki!" he exclaimed, his breath hot against the blonde's ear. "I'm going to cum!" With another thrust into him, Kyouya felt his body growing warmer and warmer. He began to shake a little, gripping onto the boy thrusting into him. Tamaki thrust himself into Kyouya once more, hitting his prostate dead on. The megane's voice rang out, the word he uttered nearly bringing Tamaki nearly to his end. "Ahhh! Tamaki!" He could feel himself cum, his fluids spilling out as he threw his head back. Sweat flung from his forehead as he felt that wave rush through him. Semen coated the blonde's abdomen, just barely missing the waist of his pants. Almost immediately after his partner came, so did Tamaki. That same wave of warmth spread through his entire being as he felt his body tense and release. His cum rushed into the boy before him. Kyouya felt the liquid enter his body, warming him again. It was one of the most intense things he had ever experienced. The French boy pulled out of his lover, collapsing on the floor. Kyouya soon joined him, his breathing heavy and labored. He reached up for the light switch, feeling around for a moment. He found it and flipped it on.
The dark haired boy saw the mess they had made. Clothes strewn about and spots of jizz here and there. His eyes wondered to his own sticky mess which was splattered across Tamaki's stomach. "I love you," he spoke softly, kissing the blonde gently on his lips, lingering just for a moment.
"I love you, too," he replied, returning the kiss. The two cleaned up as best they could and exited the bathroom. Within a matter of minutes, the plane landed and they walked off hand in hand. In the lobby, one of the Suoh security guards was waiting for them.
"Mr. Suoh is not happy with you two arriving home so late," he said in a deep, manly voice.
"Yes, I know. And rightfully so. Come, let's go home," Tamaki said, still holding Kyouya's hand. Dragging his large tote of things and his new lover, they reached the car and sat in the backseat. Tamaki fell asleep in the megane's arms soon after they left the airport. Kyouya stared up at the stars for a little while, smiling to himself. Then, he too fell asleep. They were awoken by the guard that had driven them home. Groggily, the two boys held onto each other as they entered the house and made their way to Tamaki's room. Together, they collapsed on his king sized bed, far too tired to change out of their street clothes.
"I love you so much, Tamaki. I really do," Kyouya said in a sleepy voice. The blonde by his side chuckled.
"Yeah, I know. I love you, too. So much, Kyou. So much." They kissed for a moment and before Kyouya finally dozed off, he made a wish. A wish that they would be together forever. Whatever lied in wait for them in the future didn't phase them. They'd face it not alone, but together. And that was all that mattered.
END / Chapter 2