You'll always have smokes if you always give buckets of love!
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"Where were you?"
"With Kyouya."
"I was so worried about you!"
"Yeah, well, things just happened and I went with the flow. Where were you?"
"With Tamaki."
"Should I have been worried?"
"Probably. Actually, you should've stopped me."
"From what?"
"From going to Tamaki."
"Something bad happened, right?"
"Yes and no."
"Before you tell me, is that a bruise on your neck?"
"What? Oh, no. Of course not, it's just an insect bite."
"Uh huh."
"What's that on your neck?"
"Huh? Er … something bit me."
"Really."
"Yep."
"So … are you here to stay?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Do you want me to stay?"
"What sort of question is that?"
"A straightforward one."
"I don't get you sometimes. I don't even get that I don't get you sometimes! It's confusing to me. But of course I want you to stay. You can leave whenever you want, though."
"That's not the answer I wanted to hear, idiot."
"What do you want from me, Kaoru?"
"Hikaru, I have something to say. Whether you choose to get insanely angry after that, or even if you don't care in the least, I just want you to listen to me."
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"You, with Hikaru?"
"And what about you?"
"I was with Kaoru."
"Huh. So, did you bottom?"
"As if."
"I didn't, either. How amazing is that?"
"Very. Your choice of clothes match very well today."
"Why, thank you, Mommy."
"Stop calling me that, it's been years since high school."
"Hikaru helped me pick them out. I must say he has excellent taste."
"Anyone else's taste would be better than your own."
"Kyouya, that's really mean."
"Now you have the privilege of saying something mean back to me."
"I wouldn't stoop as low as that!"
"Whatever."
Tamaki gripped Kyouya's shoulders tightly, his violet eyes boring into Kyouya's steel grey ones.
"Tell me, how many times did you do it?"
"What?" Kyouya wondered if he should've made for the exit three minutes ago. "You're confusing me."
"Sex!" Knowing full well that his best friend was evading the subject, Tamaki half screamed, half hissed. "How many times did you have sex?"
Around them, the Hitachiin mansion maids stopped mid-work and gaped at them openly. Kyouya felt insanely thankful he didn't have the ability to blush easily during exceedingly embarrassing situations. Nevertheless, he pushed Tamaki's hands away and sighed. He definitely knew he should've left before it came to this.
"Look, that's really none of your business, and I don't think –"
"We did it so many times, I couldn't keep count!"
"…More likely you forgot to count."
"Yeah, well, it was that mind blowing!"
"I see. Are you sure you topped?" Kyouya eyed him skeptically.
"What, you doubt my libido?" Tamaki glared fiercely. "Allow me to prove you wrong."
"No," Kyouya held his hands up in mock surrender before Tamaki's face. "Thanks, but I'll pass."
"Listen, I know you're hiding something from me. You always have that … constipated look on your face."
Kyouya fixed him with an indignant stare. "What? No I don't!"
Tamaki poked at his best friend's cheeks with both hands, making it hard for Kyouya to escape. "Your eyes scrunch up a little and your mouth gets into that thin, 'I'm-trying-real-hard' line. Looks like you're struggling to get something out to me."
"I assure you my health is just fine. Why'd you have to use such a gross example?" The stoic male shook his head. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing, nothing," The blond massaged his temples and trashed the dramatic act. "I'm just worried, y'know? All this fighting the twins have been doing; I know they've had fights since high school, but this is hardcore. It's way over my head, man. Hikaru told me about his cheating on Kaoru, and now I want to hear Kaoru's side of the story. Doesn't take a genius to know that he's already figured out Hikaru's lies. They're brothers, after all. But enough; how is he doing? He's incredibly bummed, I presume?"
Walking over to the nearest sofa, Kyouya sank into the plush cushions heavily. He beckoned for Tamaki to sit beside him.
"Bummed just doesn't cover it," he explained, sliding off his glasses to wipe the lenses on the hem of his cotton shirt. "Kaoru was stark raving mad when he arrived at my house. I'm amazed he didn't try to hurt himself, or do something stupid. I even wonder how he'd driven all the way from his mansion to mine. The first thing I assumed was that he'd imbibed generous amounts of alcohol – did you know he keeps a couple bottles in his Ferrari, right under the driver's seat? I wouldn't be surprised if he'd been drinking while driving."
Nodding in agreement, Tamaki stretched out lazily, like a cat. "But he wasn't, was he? No matter what, he's always got a good head on his shoulders. Don't lose your trust in him so easily."
Kyouya shrugged. "That's not it. I was just concerned. His face was pink, and he looked like he'd been crying. And later on, he did break down. Then we ended up having sex."
"Wow," Tamaki raised his eyebrows. "You guys move real fast."
"Now that's not fair," Kyouya avoided his best friend's penetrating gaze. "It's not like you didn't have those urges either."
The blond grinned, giving Kyouya's black hair a tousle.
"Hey." Kyouya frowned, swatting his hand away. "What was that for?"
"It pisses me off to see you look so perfect all the time."
"I don't. I just try my best to look neat. Unlike someone we know." Kyouya shook his head lightly to get his hair to fall back into place. "Besides, I just told you my weakness. I'm not perfect. I do get sidetracked most of the time. Look at how I ended up sleeping with Kaoru."
Tamaki chuckled, running his fingers through Kyouya's silky black locks. "Tell me more."
Kyouya told him everything, in a low tone so the nosey maids who were eavesdropping as discreetly as possible behind vases and shelves could only hear incoherent muttering. He finished with a small sigh.
"Hm, I wonder how they're doing up there."
"I don't hear any screaming, so it should be fine." Tamaki waved a hand dismissively. "Anyway, sex with Hikaru was crazy. We fucked so many times, I lost count. It was just so good. And the sounds he made … pure bliss!"
"Don't tell me that. I didn't ask you about it!" Kyouya awarded him with an icy glare and covered his ears. "And could you keep it down? There are maids everywhere!"
"Aww, come on. Since when did you get all self-conscious?" Tamaki teased, flicking Kyouya on the forehead. "You barely get angry at me now. Look at you, all bashful and shy. Were you lying to me when you said you topped?"
With an irritated growl, Kyouya launched himself at the laughing blond, toppling them both down into the plush cushions on the sofa.
"Come on, Kyouya!" Tamaki grinned. "You're so aggressive all of a sudden. What gives?"
"Just shut up!" Kyouya hissed through gritted teeth.
Burying his fingers in Kyouya's hair, Tamaki tried to pull his best friend down, but the ebony haired male resisted, pressing his palms on the blond's chest as hard as he could.
A vase broke somewhere. The shrill collision of ceramic and glass on the marble floor startled the two men on the sofa. Seconds later, several maids hurried to the broken shards, dustpans and brooms in hand to clean up the mess.
The twins were standing to the side, both staring at the scene. Their ochre eyes were downcast, cloudy. Tamaki shot to his feet, dragging Kyouya along behind him.
"So … uh … did you guys have a good talk?"
One of the twins nodded. Over the years after graduating from Ouran High, the twins had changed their hairstyles numerous times before settling on the same side-swept hairdo with little spikes styled upwards on the back of their heads. Now, they couldn't be told apart at all, unless one watched them carefully.
"Were you both about to kiss?" One of the redheads asked, while the other pouted.
"Of course not." Kyouya replied immediately.
"Hell yeah!" Tamaki answered at the same time.
Both the twins frowned simultaneously. "Which is it?"
"No. Never. Not in this lifetime, or the next." Kyouya elbowed his best friend in the ribs, hard. "Over my dead body, under no circumstances, cross my heart and hope to die."
"You're so cruel!" Tamaki rubbed at his side, feeling sore in many ways. "Yeah, we were just … arguing. Did you guys argue?"
The twins eyed each other warily, then shifted their gaze back to Tamaki and Kyouya.
"More or less." One of the twins, possibly Kaoru, stepped forward and placed his hands on Kyouya's chest. "I'll be staying with you tonight, Kyouya."
"And I with you." Hikaru mumbled with a blush, waving a hand in Tamaki's general direction. "If you don't mind, that is."
The blond grinned. "Not at all."
Both couples stood around awkwardly before the Hitachiin butler broke their silence.
"Ootori's limousine and Suou's limousine are already outside."
Tamaki took Hikaru's hand with an easy smile. "Alright then, let's get going, shall we?"
"Are you sure you don't want to stay here?" Kyouya looked at Kaoru, who shrugged nonchalantly.
Because of the bored look in his amber eyes, Kyouya couldn't tell if his insouciance was forced. Nevertheless, the Ootori led Kaoru to his limousine, forcing a tight smile at Hikaru and Tamaki before sliding in after him. Tamaki seemed carefree as always, but Hikaru wore the same mask of indifference on his face. Kyouya could tell that something was up, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He would have to call Tamaki secretly later on for juicy details.
Minutes later, they were rolling down the highway, headed for Kyouya's mansion. Soft, tinkly piano notes were playing in the limousine. Kyouya was glad for the background music. It replaced what would have been an uncomfortable, gauche silence in the car. Kaoru was staring resolutely out of the tinted window, hands loosely at his sides. He didn't look sad, or angry. He just looked like he was bored out of his mind.
Kyouya's cellphone vibrated and a short beep followed soon after. With an apologetic glance at Kaoru, who practically ignored him, Kyouya reached for his pocket to withdraw his phone.
Mine's a dead log here. How's the uke on your end?
Kyouya bit his lower lip and poised his fingers over his keypad to type his answer. Out of the corner of his eye, Kaoru yawned, gracefully using one hand to cover his mouth. Then he went back to staring out of the window.
Fine. Bored. Staring out of the window.
Tamaki replied with a laughing emoticon. Kyouya felt a small spike of annoyance.
Is that all you have to say? There's something weird going on here, and I don't like not being in the know.
Calm down, calm down. It's not like they're planning mass destruction or anything.
This isn't the time for jokes, Suou Tamaki.
Ooh, mine just asked me if he could sleep in my room tonight. Isn't that amazing? His super cute mode is back; I'm so happy!
Grounding his teeth, Kyouya ran a hand through his hair. Despite being friends for a long time, Tamaki still had a knack for getting on his nerves.
He looked up when he felt a warm hand on his arm.
"When we get home, let's take a bath together." Kaoru suggested with a small smile, one that implied layers and layers of mischievousness, lasciviousness and lust rolled together.
Kyouya ran his tongue over his lips. "If you insist."
Forget what I said. Tonight is going to go just great.
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Looking back at the date when I last updated this, I'm kind of amazed. It's been a year plus, lol! The plot has escaped me, but it should be fine since I write my stories with whatever comes to mind. Preparing to write the next chapter, which should be full of sex on both ends, with a spoonful of common sense in the middle. Hopefully. Cheers! :D
