11. Whaled (TamakiKyouya)
"Tamaki! For the last time: no!" Kyouya whispered harshly.
Tamaki had been asking Kyouya if he had time for a date for the past week and a half. Every time he had asked, he had received the same answer. This time he was prepared.
Tamaki whispered, "but you do have time, Kyouya." The sweet smile on his face was morphing into a sly smirk.
About to scold Tamaki again, Kyouya closed his mouth and raised an eyebrow. Confusion was clearly written across his face. "What?"
"You have time today; I made sure!" Tamaki said, sounding quite pleased.
Kyouya slowly shook his head. "No. I have to do all of the work for the Club's budget-"
"Haruhi wanted to see how you worked, so I gave her that duty this weekend," Tamaki interrupted.
Kyouya was not done either. "-and I have to go to that party your father's hosting tonight-"
Tamaki countered again, "I informed both our fathers that we, regrettably, can't attend the party."
"-and we have an essay due on Monday morning." Kyouya felt that he had presented an argument that Tamaki could not even challenge.
His stomach sunk when he saw that the smirk remained planted on Tamaki's face. "What did you do?" he asked, voice full of dread.
Tamaki leaned toward Kyouya, his eyes, half-lidded, becoming darker with desire. When he spoke, the timbre of his voice was much deeper. "I can have my way with the ladies, Kyouya," he rolled the name on his tongue like a delightful sweet, "don't ever doubt that." His voice and face returned to their normal state. "Your essay is due on Tuesday."
A shiver ran down Kyouya's spine and his face flushed. Tamaki leaned close again, whispering, "I win."
Kyouya could only nod in agreement.
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...I wrote that during church. O.o