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Warning: light smut, cursing.

Ch.10 Kyoya Makes His Move!

I want him. It was undeniable. It was 11am and Kyoya had just come fully to his senses in the middle of his second morning class, but he'd spent the entire night and half the morning dazedly thinking about Tamaki. Otherwise known as his human master. Otherwise known as that blond idiot that he couldn't entirely wrap his mind around, though he did intend to wrap himself around the boy. Before the day was out, Tamaki would be his.

The demon gave his prince a long look that went unnoticed by the object of his attention, as well as everyone else in the room. Discretion was one of his best skills. He could still recall the impression of Tamaki's body, the musk of his heat whenever he was agitated. It was intoxicating even in memory. Even now, as the blond wrote his notes with a practiced, precise hand, he admired the dexterity of those elegant fingertips, and the strength contained within them through repeated contact with piano keys.

He'd never actually chosen to be with a human before, without being compelled to by a contract. There had never been one that significantly interested him, and demons generally chose to fulfill the terms of their contract as soon as possible, since there was a risk involved. In the demon world, their true forms reflected their innermost selves. It wasn't always a literal interpretation, since demons are generally masters of interpretations, functioning rather like the attorneys of the supernatural world. The longer Kyoya remained in this form, the truer all the assumed characteristics became; after all, the contract would be too skewed towards the demon's benefit if the master had no possibility to cause a lasting effect on the servant. The few demons who had spent a too many lifetimes in service to human masters had become jumbled creatures on the brink of madness, but still, they too kept the information a secret from the humans.

The professor rambled on, unheeded by the top members of the class. It was a good thing they were obviously gifted and could afford to put in less effort than the rest of the students. By now, even Tamaki had noticed that Kyoya was bound to be fully awake by now, but still hadn't made any effort to appear particularly attentive, which was at odds with the typically deferential teen's image.

Kyoya, however, was too busy with his thoughts. Then again, those demons had only lingered in their masters' company due to ineptitude, and he was anything but inept. He would taste Tamaki in the flesh before the contract ended. Based on the rate at which Haruhi was warming to the prince, he was better off doing it sooner rather than later, before the contract was fulfilled, his association with his master along with it. After all, why let such luscious fruit wither without tasting it first? His course of action had been set, and he was ready. Tamaki was ready. But they were in class. Then, class ended.

. . .

All throughout club, Tamaki wondered what had his friend so preoccupied. It was like something had sharpened his interest like a bloodhound detecting a scent, yet at the same time, it was countered by a fuzzy dreaminess. The combination cancelled each other out enough for his friend to pass as normal, but Tamaki could easily see the difference. Every now and then, the demon's eyes would dart towards him, gliding over the arch of his brow, the edge of his jaw, the slope of his nose, before slipping away like water on glass, retreating inwards before repeating the process.

. . .

Kyoya's pulse quickened. Somehow, they were finally approaching Suoh Mansion #2. Soon: locked doors, quiet rooms, and no one but Tamaki. And him. Resisting urges that would cause him to tip his hand before attaining proper seclusion, he tried to remember how his body normally moved when it wasn't busy trying to stare at his host as he scooted off leather seats onto leather soles.

Hallway upon hallway passed. Did this house have to be so damned big? But they were almost there: the door to their shared rooms.

Tamaki reached to open the door, only to find its swing impeded by a palm resting on the edge, over door and doorframe. He turned to find his friend inches away, having dropped all pretenses of a platonic dynamic.

"Tamaki," he breathed. It was involuntary, his exhalation of the desired's name. His intentions as he caged the prince against the door were clear, and it didn't take long for Tamaki to respond to it.

The blond smiled; the same smile that had dazzled countless others before, and would again, except this one held a spark of knowledge - that even his demon would succumb to his charms. It was what he had wanted ever since learning that it was possible, and he pushed away slightly from the door to encircle Kyoya's waist, running his hands up his back, to his shoulder blades, until he had the demon equally trapped in his grasp.

It was unknown which of them moved first. All Tamaki knew was that in the next moment, he was drowning under Kyoya's mouth, as he clawed at his shoulders and returned the kiss with equal fervor. He felt the demon's tongue lazily trail along the sides of his own before twining sensuously around. And slowly, Tamaki learned reciprocate, until they were both breathless, and Tamaki had to extend a hand back to keep from falling over.

He groped backwards blindly, until he found something - a doorknob - which he inadvertently twisted, landing both boys inside as the door opened. Kyoya landed on top of Tamaki, his face thudding against a hard chest before he could wonder whether Tamaki was alright.

The sound of delighted laughter from over his head answered the question, and he quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Really, Tamaki. Do you do that to all the people who kiss you?"

Tamaki giggled. "I've never actually- ah," he said eloquently, as Kyoya raised himself on his elbows above Tamaki before lowering his head to suck at the base of his neck, leaving dark red marks until the prince's breathless laughter caught in his throat, becoming uneven as small sounds escaped from his mouth.

Returning to those parted lips, he slipped his tongue inside, stroking against Tamaki until he couldn't resist subtly rubbing his hard member against the body trapped beneath him. He freed a hand to undo Tamaki's shirt, sliding his hand under to find a well toned body, until he couldn't decide whether to remain at the blond's mouth, or move downward.

At the next pause for breath, he shifted, one hand's fingers intertwined with Tamaki's as he watched the blond, flushed and tousled, and looking altogether ready to be fucked. He lightly brushed his lips against Tamaki's again before redirecting his attention to the taut body below him, tense with unfulfilled desire. He flicked Tamaki's nipples with the tip of his tongue, lightly scraping his teeth against it in a gentle tug. His thumb traced a hard line all the way down to his belly button, making Tamaki arch his back to intensify the contact.

The whimpers grew more insistent, the pressure in their clasped hands tightened as Kyoya went lower, and Tamaki sent pleading glances at the demon until Kyoya deigned to look at him again. "Please, Kyoya. Please." Kyoya noticed that his right eye seemed to be glowing faintly from a briefly visible contract mark within the iris.

Shit. He paused as Tamaki panted, white shirt parted to reveal the planes of his smooth torso. The blond gazed up at him, disheveled and devastatingly alluring, and wanting.

Tamaki was his for the taking.

OMAKE

Hikaru: Looks like the boss is going to lose his innocence soon.

Kaoru: It's about time. I'm getting bored already.

Tamaki: It's not all about sex, you know.

Kyoya: Is that so?

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Mori: Next time, Ch. 11. Tamaki's First Time!

Haruhi: Y-you spoke...