[Dammit! I hate myself -.- I originally had planned for this to be a one shot, but now a plot (which I know that I will never finish because I a) procrastinate b) have school and c) I just… tend to get bored.) has emerged… I had also intended for this to be my first Ouran T rating… OH WELL ON TO THE FUN ^^]

King and Queen

Tamaki spent the rest of the day wondering what Kyouya was thinking. He first figured that he was angry with him, thought he was a tease, and would silently resent him for weeks. Then he thought that he would understand, knowing that their relationship had been a very shaky one at the start, that he realized that Tamaki wanted to build a slightly stronger base for their relationship. Then he imagined that Kyouya was afraid that he had done something wrong, that he had been too rough, or too soft, or his breath smelled, or he wasn't attractive, or something ridiculous like that. Tamaki then figured that he was just over thinking everything, and he decided to just forget about it and let the knot work itself out.

After school, Kyouya hooked arms with Tamaki and started heading to the second music room, but Tamaki pulled him toward the entrance, out the door, down the steps, and into a waiting limo that he had called. "W-where are we going?" Kyouya exclaimed, startled. Tamaki grinned and pulled him into the long black car.

Tamaki sighed and let his arm drape over the black haired host's shoulder. "Tamaki, we have customers today. We have to turn around." Kyouya said sternly. Tamaki simply responded by laying his head lightly against Kyouya's shoulder. Tamaki let out a soft sigh and let his eyes slide shut, enjoying the moment. He was almost certain that what was coming would change the friendship between the two forever, for better or for worse. All that he knew was that he had an urge that could only be satiated by the same man that he had pushed away earlier that day.

Tamaki opened his eyes and softly grazed his lips against the ghostly pale skin of Kyouya's neck, nuzzling into the small crevice between his narrow neck, and his sharp shoulders. Kyouya stopped complaining as he realized what was going on. "Y-you planned this?" He asked, realizing that Tamaki had originally had preparations to leave after the Host Club had been dismissed. "You planned… something???"

Kyouya was in utter shock. The only reason that he hadn't seen it until now was that he was not used to Tamaki actually having something of a will that wasn't focused on being a male whore for the ladies, or a pretty figurehead of the Host club.

A smile played across Kyouya's lips. He was highly stimulated by the idea that Tamaki had come up with something that he hadn't seen through, that he had wanted, but hadn't seen coming. He greedily took Tamaki's lips, seizing the moment. Tamaki gently let the kiss go, and backed up slowly. "too many eyes. I have a place." He grinned, tracing the gentle curve of Kyouya's lips.

Tamaki wanted more. He craved to taste more of the delicious skin that was only a few threads away. He had to contain himself until he had played out his plan. He knew that being smart turned Kyouya on, and he wanted him to want it as much as he did.

Once they had entered Tamaki's house, he was sure that no prying eyes could see them, he quickly pulled Kyouya up the stairs and onto the third floor, and into a room that was bare except for a mattress and a thick layer of dust. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, the only light coming through an intricate window, filtering the light through in different colors and shapes. Kyouya let his eyebrows droop.

"You do know that we could have used one of the secondary houses…" Kyouya stated bluntly. Tamaki shook his finger at Kyouya, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "This way, It's more fun."

Tamaki crashed into Kyouya, their lips locking passionately, sharp, heated breaths being exchanged between the two.

The clothes came off quickly, starting with the jacket, and within a minute of passionate fumbling, they were both shirtless. Tamaki tried the more affectionate approach, holding Kyouya close to him, the warm feeling of his skin transferring to Tamaki's. He lined the contours of Kyouya's back gently with a slender index finger while gently kissing the crook of his neck. He sucked on the tender pale skin, leaving a light bruise.

Kyouya let out a warm breath that breezed through Tamaki's golden hair and flowed over his ear. Tamaki shivered and withdrew shakily from Kyouya's neck, returning to his flushed lips. He wrapped an arm behind Kyouya, dipping his hand into Kyouya's back pocket. He gently fondled the boy through the fabric before withdrawing his hand and returning to rubbing his back.

Kyouya's breath began to grow slightly more ragged as his heartbeat escalated. 'This is it. It's actually happening. The most beautiful, romantic, and sexy student at all of Ouran Academy is actually-' Kyouya's thoughts were cut off by Tamaki's lips gently teasing the sensitive skin above Kyouya's waist, causing him to release an astonished gasp.

Tamaki gently fumbled with the button of Kyouya's well-ironed black slacks. His lips brushed against the fabric as he bit on the zipper and pulled it down in a swift motion. The combined feeling of Tamaki being so close to him, and the vibration of the zipper going down his hardened length caused him to moan more loudly than he had intended.

Tamaki assisted in guiding Kyouya to the bare mattress, a thick cloud of dust rising from it as his slight frame landed hard on it. Tamaki teasingly slid Kyouya's pants down with his teeth, letting his nose run in a straight line down the pale right leg of his friend. When he had finished removing them, he tossed them to the side carelessly, disturbing more dust on the floor.

Tamaki gulped. He could see part of Kyouya's member sticking up from the waistband of his boxers. He blushed and gulped again…

"H-here I go." He said shyly, wondering what exactly had gotten into him that he was about to do this to his best friend, possibly ruining their relationship and causing trouble for both of their families. Tamaki traced a finger up Kyouya's leg and began pulling down his boxers. Kyouya stopped him and pulled him up into a kiss, tossing his black framed glasses gracefully on top of his discarded clothing. When the kiss broke, Tamaki realized that he probably wanted this just as bad as Kyouya did…

Tamaki giggled and stroked one of Kyouya's defined abs. "I always wondered when I would get my queen." He kissed him one more time on the lips before proceeding down…

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