Author's Note: Hello and thanks for clicking! This is my first venture into slash and the OKHC fandom. If you didn't bother to read the summary, please note that this story contains slash. So please, no complains, you have been duly warned. Other wise comments and constructive criticisms are very much welcomed.
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club is the creation of Bisco Hatori and not licensed by me. I gain no profit, except maybe personal mental satisfaction writing about two males boinking each other.
Of Secrets & Weaknesses
As the Ice Prince of Ouran High, and the Shadow King of the Host Club, Ootori Kyouya has no weaknesses; well, anyone will be hard-pressed to force him to admit that he has them to begin with. They could try, and then find themselves fending off a hundred or so of the Ootori secret police.
Yet everyone in the club knows, that if their vice-president does have a weak point it will most likely be one Suou Tamaki. Nobody knows how the half-French idiot does it, but somehow all he needs to do to get his way with the youngest and coldest Ootori is to flash his puppy eyes at him.
What the rest of the club doesn't know is how irresistible their King is when sprawling naked and tangled on the sheets of his best friend's bed. Nor do they know how absolutely vulnerable he looks when his cheeks blazed a deeper shade of rose pink and his lips bruised a wet red with punishing kisses.
If it were up to Kyouya, nobody would ever know that how violet eyes glazed with tears of frustration can strip him of his control and at the mercy of his hormones. Helpless, Kyouya would acquiesce and thrust deeper, faster and harder into that tight, welcoming heat.
Kyouya would like to think he has no flaw, no chip in his frosty shield. Yet one look into those dazed amethyst orbs and one caress through those soft gold locks, and his body would feel like sunrise. In these moments Kyouya would perhaps admit that maybe, just maybe, the one thing that can overcome his indomitable coldness lie softly snoring in his arms.