Kyouya had made a mistake. The plan for the evening was for the Host Club to all stay at one of his mansions, become pleasantly tipsy and allow Renge to take pictures for their new photo book. Their lower inhibitions were supposed to be the big selling point for this new edition.
The only problem was that Kyouya hadn't realized just how low Tamaki's alcohol tolerance really was. The blonde was now weaving around the room spouting poetry at random and declaring undying love to his friends. By the time he reached Kyouya Renge had already snapped an entire roll of film and was taking sound bites.
Tamaki stared at his friend for a long moment before dropping gracelessly into his lap and throwing his arms around him.
"I love you the most, Mommy!!!" HE cried, burying his face into the crook of Kyouyas neck.
"That's great Daddy, now it's time to get up." Kyouya said slowly, trying to lever the younger boy off of him.
Doesn't Mommy love Daddy back?" Tear-filled violet eyes turned on him full force.
Kyouya sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Mommy?" Tamaki wibbled.
"Of course I love you Daddy, now please stop—"
Kyouya was cut off by warm lips covering his. Tamaki tasted of wine and the spices from dinner, but underneath it all was a taste unique to Tamaki and Kyouya found himself searching the flavor out. Gentle hands carded through his dark hair and rested at the base of his skull. Kyouya was surprised when his own arms rose in response, pulling Tamaki closer.
Distantly, Kyouya heard Renge's camera clicking and the awestruck gasps of his friends. But really nothing seemed as important Tamaki's mouth on his, his hips shifting restlessly in his lap and the low purr of content that reverberated low in his throat.
When Tamaki finally pulled back both boys were flushed and panting. Kyouyas glasses were slightly askew and fogged from Tamaki's breath. Kyouya pulled his wits about him and cleared his throat loudly. Slowly he removed his glasses and cleaned them on Tamaki's shirt.
"Would you be so kind to tell me what that was for?" He questioned, insanely proud of his steady voice.
"Just because." Tamaki grinned merrily before pulling unsteadily to his feet and lumbering towards Haruhi.
Kyouya found himself transfixed as he bent down to talk to her. An emotion he refused to recognize as fear fluttered in his stomach as h wondered if she'd get the same treatment as he.
"I'm sorry Mommy and Daddy had to embarrass you like that. Just be sure you don't bother us later, alright honey?" He patted the girls head clumsily and walked to the door.
"Coming Mommy?" He turned to Kyouya and suddenly his voice didn't seem as inebriated as before.
Kyouya shrugged then followed his friend. Once in the hall he was pinned against the door and as his mouth was plundered once again he couldn't help thinking that maybe he hadn't made a mistake after all.