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Some Princes Become Kings (5/10)
041. Teamwork
Kyouya felt simultaneously numb, and like his stomach was digesting itself - when it had dinner to break down.
In his mouth, he could still taste the sulfur-tinged sweat from those lush, pliant lips. He could hear the shock, the confusion. And that maddening blush, with the sheer panic in Tamaki's eyes... Kyouya could clearly see he was still trapped.
And he wanted more.
But he never wanted to suffer a rejection from Tamaki again.
He was lucky Tamaki stopped struggling, stayed, smiled, and thanked him. Tamaki still trusted him. Still wanted to remain friends!
So more was possible... But how?
042. Standing Still
Tamaki couldn't let himself into Kyouya's room at the resort, so he phoned him.
And kept phoning.
Repeatedly.
From 6:15AM.
Actually, Tamaki woke up earlier, and spent much of the time pacing, talking to himself about Kyouya, and what should be done. His knees were protesting, but he couldn't seem to stand still.
Especially now, when he knew what to do!
Kyouya would have him all weekend, if he'd just answer the phone...
Click.
"We're sorry." The voice was female. "The number you dialed is not in service at this time-"
"It just was!" Tamaki whimpered.
Kyouya was avoiding him!
043. Dying
Kyouya hadn't been able to fall asleep until birds started chirping. When an incessant ringing seeped into his subconsciousness, he tuned it out until the ringtone stopped, and started, and stopped, and started, and-
He clawed for the offending object, glared it to death when he found it, and took some hazy degree of pleasure disassembling it, because it was 6.23AM, the last few calls were all from Tamaki, and the silence that followed his phone's clatters against the floor was so deeply satisfying...
Whatever the hell anyone wanted would have to wait until after Kyouya came back to life.
044. Two Roads
Tamaki was freaking out. Did he upset Kyouya? Did Kyouya not want him to become a host? Was that it?
But Kyouya said it himself: Tamaki looked, and sounded like a host. Why then shouldn't he be one?
If clients wanted more than they should... He could learn how to deal. None of the females he met ever went as far as Kyouya had... But, Tamaki reflected, Kyouya was obviously not female, which was actually what bothered him most.
Nearly every fairytale princess fell for Prince Charming, whereas the Dark Prince always ended up alone...
No more!
"Kyouya! Open up!"
045. Illusion
Kyouya dreamt of Tamaki wanting him back.
The boy was banging at his door, calling his name, and begging him to let him come inside. Kyouya stumbled, half-tripped his way to the door, and when he opened it, Tamaki rushed in, frantic.
"Kyouya, I'm sorry about last night! Are you still upset with me? I was surprised. That's all! It was my first kiss, an-and...
"Kiss me again, Kyouya? If you don't mind... I mean, what kind of host would I be if I couldn't even handle being kissed?"
Okay, Kyouya blinked; he wasn't really dreaming.
He locked the door.
046. Family
Faintly, Kyouya stated, "You want me to kiss you again?"
Tamaki nodded. "Yes... please. I wasn't prepared for it last night, but I thought about it more, and I'm ready now." Kyouya's normally cool gaze was suddenly smoldering. Tamaki blushed. "And I trust you," he added.
"To help you handle being kissed?" Kyouya asked after a pause.
Tamaki nodded again decisively. "Uh huh."
Kyouya walked closer, reached a hand out, and cupped Tamaki's cheek.
It felt strange, different. Tamaki knew he felt comfortable with Kyouya, the way he did with his mother... and occasionally his father...
But this was...
"Kyouya..."
047. Creation
He carefully considered his options: agree, and kiss the dummy with the prospects of never being kissed back; disagree, and risk friendship, family, and all he held sacred by demanding emotional commitment; or barter for a two-way companionship, which would at least get him a best-friends-with-benefits deal if not an actual lover in the long run.
Bartering then.
"What's in it for me, Tamaki? If I kiss you, but you don't kiss back, it wouldn't be very interesting for me, don't you think?"
"I... uh, what about taking turns?"
Kyouya wasn't above exploiting Tamaki's weaknesses.
"What about a friendly competition?"
048. Childhood
"A... competition between friends?"
When Tamaki was younger, he lived a very sheltered life. His father couldn't always be there for his mother, so he had to be the man of the house. He stayed home as much as possible, because his mother needed him more than his classmates did.
Now, he belatedly realized he finally had a friend to play with.
Kyouya nodded, and turned around, walked back to the bed, and slid on his glasses. "Let's see who's the better kisser?"
Tamaki stared. "But I... Last night... You took my first kiss!"
Kyouya shrugged, "I gave you mine."
049. Stripes
Tamaki-resistance was an acquired skill Kyouya had yet to earn his stripes for. He wasn't even sure it was possible, but some degree of it was entirely necessary, or else Kyouya knew he would end up being more impulsive around him than he already was.
"My first kiss was your first kiss?" Tamaki just had to ask. "Kyouya, why did you-?"
"Tamaki," Kyouya smiled darkly. "If you can make me admit you're the better kisser, I'll tell you why I gave you my first kiss as the prize."
"Fine." Tamaki stepped in front of Kyouya then, anxious for an answer.
050. Breaking the Rules
Tamaki eventually found himself lying underneath Kyouya, back against the mattress, and front against silk-swathed flesh.
"Kyouya," he moaned, "Kyouya... You're supposed to... ki... kiss my lips!"
The older boy chuckled against the hollow of his neck, answering, "I did... But if you insist..." Tamaki had less than half a second to register the laughter in Kyouya's eyes before their mouths met again, and pleasantly warm, tingly sensations shot down his spine.
"Ah-!"
He didn't remember what he was about to say, but it was something about what Kyouya wanted for winning this competition, and establishing ground rules next time.