"Truth or dare?"
"No."
"Spin the bottle?"
"No."
Both men merely sat on the bed; each observing the other carefully, and each hesitating to be the one to start it.
"Then what DO you want to do?" Acting frantic, Tamaki pounced towards the other man, causing the bedsprings beneath him to creak under the sudden weight. "We only have one night left. One night!"
Kyouya shrugged. He was – again – faced with Tamaki's overly-dramatic state, towards which he chose to remain unaffected.
Though, his mind also had the same goal in mind, as did his partner…
I wonder who's going to be the first to crack?
"Kyouya! Come on! You're not being fair!" The blond man bounced lightly on the bed, as he pleaded. "I've given you ideas, but you aren't saying anything! YOU tell me what you-"
With a sudden, uncalled-for burst, the glasses-clad boy seized Tamaki by the shoulders and slammed him into the pillow. Tamaki now lay beneath him.
I guess I failed to keep my sanity. But this is so… revitalizing.
Tamaki was pleased. Kyouya kept his eyes fixed on Tamaki's triumphant grin. Then in the perfection of the moment, they drew closer together, and the Japanese boy brought his lips to the French boy's.
With more confidence than their last moment of union, Kyouya did not hesitate to slide his tongue through Tamaki's mouth, curving it perfectly around the blonde's.
Moaning lightly with his higher-pitched tones, Tamaki wrapped his arms around Kyouya's neck and shoulders, before they began to venture towards his torso.
I can feel him smiling… How odd; this feeling against my mouth. As Kyouya analyzed, he had barely noticed that a similar smile was pressed against his own face.
Breaking apart for air, Tamaki threw himself into Kyouya, becoming completely enveloped by his warmth and touch.
"Where did all this energy come from?" The playful Tamaki asked curiously, gazing his open eyes up to Kyouya's smug face.
In an honest answer, Kyouya spoke thoughtlessly, "I don't know."
"Good. Let's keep it that way, hm?"
Kyouya almost laughed. In a rush of lust and playfulness, the vicious boy put his head to Tamaki's shoulder and used his tongue to feel around the soft flesh.
It was Tamaki's turn to giggle. Amused, he crooned once more, "Are you going to eat me, mama? –Ah, ouch!"
The blond boy gave a jolt, as Kyouya's teeth softly bit through his shoulder. As Tamaki's body jumped, the light nibble only worsened, and Kyouya's teeth unintentionally dug in further.
Immediately feeling ashamed and perhaps frightened, Kyouya retreated, taking care to take a look at the bite marks on his beloved's shoulder. He felt his eyes widen and his stomach clench; he could see a bit of blood leaking out of the mark.
Leaping from the bed and his lover, the charcoal-haired boy rushed towards the bathroom to retrieve a bandage.
In his frustration, he nearly stumbled through the doorway on his way out, but upon hearing Tamaki's voice laughing, he paused momentarily. It was obvious to him that – though he was worried and felt guilty – Tamaki remained nonchalant, ever-optimistic.
"Goodness! You're so vicious, my love! Don't worry about my shoulder, it's fine!" Tamaki's soft voice giggled. "But don't scare me like that!"
Kyouya's mood then lightened, but regardless of the other's words, he still put the band-aid on. The feeling of their bedroom, again, was light, and the men nearly laughed themselves to sleep.
After the two boys settled themselves into a cuddled heap, they welcomed sleep. That was as far as they decided to take their last night.
They then welcomed the challenge the next morning would bring.
The following morning, Tamaki and Kyouya shared another breakfast together. This time, Kyouya would prepare something special for his guest.
Surprising to him, there were no signs of his father as of yet. Yet the two cherished the moments, fear still lingered. After all, it was only a matter of time…
Snap! Thud, thud, thud… A shocking noise from the second floor stopped the two boys in mid-meal. The thudding noise quickly translated into footsteps, and sounds of a door slamming open only alarmed Kyouya further.
To comfort his partner, Tamaki Suou reached across the table to grab Kyouya's hand, which – Kyouya noticed – was trembling slightly.
Why would they be sneaking in? Then again, maybe that's more suited to my father… Kyouya thought, regrettably.
As if waiting for Kyouya's cue, Tamaki and his dark-haired friend simultaneously rose from the table, to head upstairs.
For some reason, it seemed that the staircase had expanded, and time passed at an odd, unfamiliar pace. The sounds of voices then echoed from above, following more footsteps.
"Sir! We've found blood on the mattress!"
"Blood? On the mattress?"
"S-Sir, there's evidence of two people sleeping in this bed. You don't think that, well-"
Blood on the… Oh, Tamaki! That's right… I bit him, and it bled a bit. But it was so little, I can't believe they'd – this could be bad. My dad's not thinking very clearly, so I'm sure that could definitely be misleading…
They arrived to find that their bedroom (formerly Kyouya's bedroom) had been broken into. At once, they spotted three men; two of which were dressed in dark suits, and the other they recognized immediately as Kyouya's father, Mr. Ootori.
The two men were searching the room, knocking things over, and tossing various things aside; wrecking the room almost completely.
Tamaki watched in silence, and given that opportune moment that Kyouya and his father reached eye-contact, Kyouya stepped forward.
"Father, what's all this?" The boy firmly demanded.
Unreadable was the first word to describe the father's distressed face. "Kyouya, I don't understand it."
"Understand what? I've spelled it out to you plenty of times before."
Well, Tamaki? You've been waiting for me to prove myself to you. If I haven't done so already, here it goes.
First stopping his men from doing any further damage to the room, he then countered by way of interrogation, "What is it that you want? Are you trying to ruin the Ootori name for yourself? Or are you just trying to go against my wishes for the thrill of it?"
I gave up everything. I gave up money, what little power I had…
After all, with power comes responsibility. I never once found the principles of royalty to be anything more than burdens; stress and expectation that was nearly impossible to live up to…
These things that slowly threatened my happiness.
"I don't mean to ruin our reputation, father. I'm merely doing what I know to be honest. I'm in love with Tamaki Suou."
But perhaps soon… No, NOW… I'm bound to my happiness: Tamaki. I can now live freely.
I believe it was him who really taught me the joy of truly living, without fear.
Careful not to hide, but careful not to also put himself in the spotlight, Tamaki stirred beside his lover. Watching his opponent's every move, Kyouya noticed those hateful eyes flicker at Tamaki, who merely stood; proud and uplifted.
"Then alone you will be. I was here hoping to bring you back, but that stubbornness of yours will be the death of you." Mr. Ootori added, "I will cut all ties between you and us, and you'll support yourself – and that lover of yours – until you realize the truth."
Tamaki IS my truth. It's a distant, impossibility to my family, who will never able to see that. They are the ones blinded by fearing the unknown. By closing their minds and hearts towards what my true happiness can be.
Standing before fate and a life-long change, Kyouya realized how useless it was to argue with someone as opinionated as his father. Kyouya's feelings, morals, and thoughts, he kept inside. Later on – he decided – those would be shared with the one person who mattered.
Finally, Mr. Ootori summarized, "From here on out, you are no longer my son. You'll drop your last name, to keep from putting the rest of my family to shame."
And with that, the father left the son.
I left my family's accursed name, I left my entire fortune, and just about everything else, just for you, Tamaki.
All for you.
"Be a dear and make dinner tonight, 'kay?" I could hear Tamaki's soft voice ringing throughout our kitchen.
I was sitting peacefully on my favorite couch, typing away on my keyboard, when I heard his pleading request. "Why?" I asked, simply.
"Why? Well, because you love me, am I right?" That ever-familiar cheerful tone reached my ears, causing me to give him a straightforward, typical response.
"…Something like that."
I could hear him make a typical, yet strangely cute huffie, then stomp from the kitchen to my face, "After ALL this time, you still can't speak to me like a lover? So cruel!"
There is much truth in that, honestly. But I've never been one to express words very well.
For a moment, I thought to take that face and press his pouting lips against my own. But something compelled me to instead succumb and make dinner for him, and so I set off from the living room to the kitchen.
Content, Tamaki trotted behind me, sitting playfully at the dining room table, watching me with a grin glued to his face. After taking note of his presence, I merely pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose; as was habitual.
Time had moved on, and I felt like we were settling into life's more natural flow. Many months had passed, which was readily turning into our second year of living together.
We were both pursuing our dreams together, and we – as from the day we met – were truly growing together. We share our lives together, now under the same roof.
As I was whisking the batter for our meal, a thought pressed my mind, which escaped through my mouth towards my partner, "Tamaki, I've been thinking about changing my last name."
"To what?"
"Suou. Is that all right with you?"
I believe that we will settle on just being together. And that's enough for me.