Disclaimer: Ouran characters are not mine.
Warnings (in general for different drabbles): A/U, PWP, TWT, some OOCness, fluff, shonen-ai, yaoi, a bit of angst, lime/lemon/smut, and everything else I didn't manage to list.
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71. Obsession
Not many people knew this, but Mori loved cute things. Oh sure, he took care of Honey all the time who was the epitome of cuteness, but that could be chalked up to their families' master-servant history, and the two were best friends so that wasn't really anything unusual.
But the taller boy did indeed adore the adorable, especially baby animals. It was the main reason why he'd gotten Piyo-chan at the festival. The little chick was like his baby and with the addition of the furry little tanuki he'd found at school, the two animals were like his own mini fan club. They made him happy, but even so, it felt like something was missing.
"Takashi," his koibito murmured into his ear, "I believe this is yours." The stoic boy turned from helping one of his clients cradle his tanuki as Honey and a couple other girls played and petted Piyo-chan, only to be greeted with a slobbery lick to his face.
Ah, right.
"Arf!" the energetic ball of fur yipped as his little tail tagged excitedly, panting happily at seeing his paternal master. Mori's eyes softened and he carefully took his husky pup away from Kyouya and sat him down in his lap, rubbing his head affectionately. The girls squealed and cooed at the puppy before one shyly asked if she could hold him. Mori nodded and helped her get situated, feeling content to see all his animals given loving attention and being cared for properly.
He felt the couch dip a little beside him and wrapped a strong arm around Kyouya's waist, kissing his silky hair when the younger boy laid his head on his shoulder. Yes, he loved cute things, but Kyouya would always be his not-so-secret obsession.
72. Mischief Managed
They were gathered around the Marauders' Map they'd borrowed off of Harry, peering down at it to try and see if their plan had worked.
"Hm, where are they?" Tamaki mumbled from behind his Gryffindor scarf, their eyes scanning the parchment for two particular set of tiny footprints.
"There they are, tono!" the twins chorused together, their breaths coming out in puffs above their own red and gold scarves as they both pointed at the hallway where the Room of Requirement was rumored to be located. On the map, there were indeed two pairs of footprints standing facing each other, the names Takashi Morinozuka and Kyouya Ootori attached to each pair.
"Yey! They're together!" Honey said cheerily, throwing his arms up in his excitement when he was the footprints move into the RoR. The short Hufflepuff was happy that his hard-working, taciturn cousin was going to finally be with the one he wanted for so long.
"Now that we know they'll be all right, don't you think we should leave them alone now?" sighed Haruhi, the ever so practical Ravenclaw.
"Right, mission accomplished!" her friends exclaimed, pumping their fists into the air.
She sweatdropped, and shook her head, "Mischief managed," she muttered, watching as the ink on the parchment slowly fade away, the last being the two names of the tall Hufflepuff and the Slytherin Shadow King.
73. I Can't
"I'm sorry, Mori-senpai, but I cannot return your feelings," Kyouya intoned before turning on his heel and leaving the heartbroken senior behind. After rounding the corner, he whispered, "I simply can't, I'm not allowed."
74. Are You Challenging Me? (Disclaimer: Mori and Kyouya's mothers' names are from other fics I've read. :3 Dunno if they're really their names, but they somehow…fit, ya know?)
Black eyes met black eyes as father and son stared each other down.
"Are you challenging me, Takashi?" Morinozuka, Akira asked, his voice severe.
"I am," his son murmured, eyes serious.
Akira narrowed his own eyes, "Then so be it!" They drew their swords.
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Morinozuka, Megumi sighed, gently rubbing her temple in exasperation. Her husband could such a fool sometimes, she thought woefully as Akira lay comatose in the hospital room. Like her young nephew Haninozuka, Mitsukuni-kun, Takashi wasn't to be taken lightly during a fight or a duel, even by his own father, and obviously Akira had underestimated him. Not to mention her foolish husband wasn't as young as he used to be either, so his defeat had been immanent.
She glanced over at her oldest son, finding him cradling the third son of the Ootori family as lovingly as she'd ever seen him, even more so than with Mitsukuni. Her eyes glowed warmly at the sight of Kyouya reaching up and placing a delicate kiss on the bandage stuck to Takashi's face, the minor nick the only thing her son had sustained during the duel. It was clear to her and everyone else who'd witnessed the duel that Takashi was a formidable opponent, even more so now that he had someone to fight for.
Megumi sighed dreamily. Ah, young love. She'd have to make a mental note and call Ootori, Yazuko about wedding arrangements now that Takashi has beaten his father into submission about the whole thing, sort of speak. She quietly squealed to herself. Oh, she couldn't wait!
75. Mirror
They were standing in front of the floor length vanity mirror in their bedroom, Kyouya pushed up against it onto his forearms above his head with his back arched as his lover pounded into him with deep, powerful thrusts from behind. The younger man could see his breath fogging up the surface as he watched himself being sexed up, eyes riveted to the sight of Takashi's big hand slowly dragging itself down his sweat-slicked chest and stomach towards its ultimate goal. Hazy ebony orbs took in the wanton flush staining his face which slowly crawled down the rest of his body following the hand, closing them for a moment and biting his lip to stifle any embarrassing noises when his lover closed the hand around him and also found his prostate at that exact moment.
"No, let me hear you," a husky voice growled into the shell of his ear, Takashi's body now covering his, pressing against him and fitting them together like two puzzle pieces. Kyouya opened his eyes again only to be caught up in a dark, hungry stare looking back at him through the mirror.
He parted his lips, breath hitching when the other hit his spot again, "Ta-ah!-Takashiii…" was his breathless moan, mewling when his lover nipped and nuzzled at his ear.
"Kyouya," Takashi rumbled just before they both reached their climax. They slumped to the floor, exhausted and sticky but sated, and Kyouya made a mental note to tell Takashi his fantasies more often from now on, his lips curling up when he felt his koibito purr in satisfaction before carefully pulling out and lifting him into his arms for a nice, hot post-coital shower.
76. Broken Pieces
Kyouya lifted his head up when he heard the front door bell ring. A slim black eyebrow rose in curiosity when he noticed what time it was. Standing up from the couch, he made his way over to the door, unlocking and turning the knob. A gasp left him when his wide eyes took in the sight of his boyfriend standing out in the rain, a lost puppy look in those usually blank eyes.
Quickly, he took a big, cool hand into his own and tugged the taller boy inside where it was warm. Mori followed his lead obediently as the slimmer boy pulled him towards the couch, taking off his heavy rain coat, and when Kyouya was about to go over and hang it up in the closet, the normally stoic male let out a low, pitiful whimper.
"Shhh, Takashi, it's all right," Kyouya soothed, "I'll be right back, ne?" He leaned up and gave him a chaste, reassuring kiss before hurrying off to put the coat away and returned with a towel, gently pushing his lover down to sit and beginning to dry his wet spikes. All the while, the vulnerable look remained and Kyouya felt his heart ache in sympathy, his eyes reflecting a little of it in the light or the fireplace before an idea hit him.
Raising his fingers to his lips, he whistled and a fuzzy ball of fur zoomed into the room. "Arf! Arf!" Tsume panted, propping himself up against Mori's legs when the puppy saw him. He whined when he noticed how sad his other master was and nuzzled against his knee, wanting to be picked up. Slowly, Mori obliged and cuddled the husky to his chest, stroking his back. Tsume whimpered, and licked at his face.
Kyouya sat down next to the duo, and held Mori close when the bigger boy leaned against him, curling up against his side. The younger male grabbed the blanket laid out on the back of the couch and threw it around their shoulders to make a cocoon. Several moments later, he noticed Mori had drifted off into an uneasy sleep, with a snoozing puppy in his limp arms. Carefully as to not wake them, Kyouya somehow managed to maneuver them all in a more comfortable position, lying down on the couch with Mori's cheek resting on his chest while Tsume was curled up in the crook of the other's arm next to his side.
Though he knew it would take time and lots of TLC, Kyouya was confident that with his abilities and resources, he would bring all the broken pieces of his lover back together again.
77. Test
Final exams were upon them, and Kyouya was busy going over his notes in the library. He picked up his mechanical pencil and wrote down a couple more things from the book he was reading before he nodded to himself in satisfaction, confident he would pass his tests with flying colors. As always.
He looked at the large ornate clock hanging on the wall, the bell chiming to signal the beginning of the lunch period, and gathered his things before leaving the library to meet up with his lover and the rest of the Host Club in the dining hall. As he walked, he suddenly remembered there would be fermented natto soybeans on the menu today.
…Huh, he'd have to make sure to hand feed Takashi in front of their usual crowd then, adjusting his ever present portfolio under his arm.
78. Drink
A drunk Mori was quite the sight to behold. When the taller man was wasted, he didn't turn flirty or playful like when he was sleepy, nor was he the slinking, sexual predator when Honey was away. He wasn't a raging stallion like when he became (seldom) angry, but more like a wide-eyed innocent child who giggled at every little thing. Like right now.
The normally stoic male was currently watching the alcoholic beverage in front of him fizzle and bubble, laughing out loud when a bubble floated up and popped in front of his nose. The laugh was nice and rich, something Kyouya and his other friends have never heard before, not even Honey. They all looked at each other and shrugged, smiling at the sight, before the other dark haired man made his way to Mori's side. "Takashi?"
His husband turned to him, and grinned childishly, "Hm?"
"Time to go, darling," Kyouya said. Mori blinked.
"'Kay," he chirped, which was a little odd coming from such a deep voice, yet so endearing. He was led to the door and outside, standing a little unsteadily as they all waited for their limos. He hummed and whistled, bending down a little to cuddle into Kyouya's side with a happy smile on his face. The shorter man hid his own smile by burying his nose in Mori's soft spikes, inhaling his earthy scent. He'd have to remember to drag him back to this place more often, smirking when Mori let out a giggle at seeing his own breath in the cold air. Yep, they'd be back here definitely soon.
79. Starvation
As a child, Kyouya was starved of affection, especially from the men in his family. The only ones he could turn to for comfort was his mother, the times she was actually home, and his older sister.
Now a junior in high school, Kyouya still felt starved of affection from a certain someone, someone he so desperately wanted for his own. He gave a silent sigh and turned back to his laptop, not aware of the dark eyes gazing at him thoughtfully from across the room.
80. Words
Words can have powerful meanings, and as the saying goes, 'A picture's worth a thousand words.' Mori kept this in mind when he held up the photograph of Kyouya and his father and brothers for a closer look, noticing how the youngest male seemed to be pushed into the background behind the others. He looked over his shoulder when a pair of slender arms slid across his stomach and felt Kyouya nuzzle against his shoulder.
Well, no matter what people had said about the third Ootori son, Kyouya will always be intelligent enough, talented enough, and prestigious enough for him, and most importantly, his for the taking.
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A/N: Review and tell me what yu think, but no flames plzkthx. :3
