Tamaki loosened his tie, only bothering to take off the uniform jacket before he flopped onto his bed. It didn't make sense, how tired he was, since he was usually at his best in the evenings. But today he was just feeling off, he didn't even have then energy to stay standing another moment. It was as if his gut instincts were telling him he needed a long, deep sleep.
And Tamaki always trusted his gut instincts. Something was going to happen, he was sure of it.
Closing his eyes and giving in to his fatigue, the blond let his head relax into the soft pillow, all thought escaping his consciousness as he immediately drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Or so it was dreamless, at first.
The next time his eyes snapped open, it was already well into the night. The room was dark, the curtains drawn so that no light seeped in through the windows. The sheets had been pulled onto him, and his shirt was gone, which meant the maids must have been to his room before.
As soon as he woke up, Tamaki was immediately aware of two things: One, his mouth was hanging open, some beads of drool leaking down his chin. A string of nonsensical yet extremely perverted words were tumbling out of his mouth in mumbled sentences. He snapped his jaw shut immediately, feeling embarrassed despite being the only one in the room.
Two, there was an incredibly uncomfortable sensation tugging at the crotch of his pants. Both his hands were scrambling with his belt, trying desperately to pull it off, but only succeeding in creating a bunch of disordered twists.
Breathing heavily, Tamaki undid the buckle and pulled it off, letting out an impatient groan. But just as he hastily pulled down the zipper, the belt in his hand made him pause. It brought back the all-too-vivid images of his dream, and sent a shudder coursing through his body.
Kyouya... he thought, as he curled up slightly under the covers, lying on his side while be went about his business. Oh, how sexy the Shadow King looked in leather... glaring down at him with that evil leer...
Meanwhile, at the Ootori estate...
Kyouya bit down on his hand to muffle the sharp cry that threatened to escape his lips. He lay there, panting, for what seemed to be too short a time, before he regained his senses. Flipping around to lie on his other side, he closed his eyes and pulled the covers back over him, savouring the images of his dream.
Ah, Tamaki. Kneeling all but naked in front of him, completely desperate and willing. Completely helpless, powerless...
He groaned, banishing the thought before it kept him up even longer. He needed to wake up early the next day for a meeting.
Oh, how he looked forward to talking to his dear blond friend...