Notes: Well, here it is. The final chapter. I've really enjoyed writing this for you guys, truly. :D I'll be editing the entire thing and posting it on my DeviantART, in one document. So, if you want to re-read it with a stronger (heh) sense of continuity, go ahead. XD
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Behold the sexiest part of A Lonesome Song. Here we go!!
Disclaimer: Would Kyouya and Tamaki be fucking in the manga or (oh my) the anime? I think not! I do not own Ouran, because if I did, they so would be.
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Tamaki's lips were softer than Kyouya could have ever imagined, and he wrapped him in his arms as they kissed.
Tamaki hummed, breathing ragged. Kyouya's tongue parted the blonde's lips and they began to explore each other's mouths. Tamaki responded, leaning into Kyouya's form, letting out little moans of pleasure. Kyouya began to feel a tingling sensation that started in his stomach and moved down.
"Tamaki…" Kyouya said, breaking their contact. His voice was almost perfectly steady…almost. "We shouldn't do this here."
Tamaki nodded and pulled his friend out of the room. Their eyes were locked, violet on grey. Kyouya was impatient, so impatient, to reach the bedroom.
They flung the door open with a crash, spilling into the room. Kyouya made sure to lock it before pushing Tamaki onto the bed. The lamps were off, only the moonlight from the window lit the room.
Kyouya turned Tamaki's body and to face him. His sculpted face was reflecting the moonlight, beautiful as art.
He took Tamaki's hand, kissed it, and drew it down to his own shirt, leading the fingers to the buttons. Shakily, the blonde began to unbutton it, face red.
The silk shirt slid off Kyouya's shoulders effortlessly.
Tamaki reached out and put his hands on Kyouya's chest, feeling the sculpted muscles, fingers dusting his hardened nipples. Kyouya closed his eyes, enjoying the feather-light touches.
"Hnn, Tamaki…" he let out a breath.
His hands flowed down to Tamaki's shirt – the tailcoat was long gone - and slipped his fingers under the hem. Within a few seconds, it was on the floor in a puddle.
Tamaki leaned forward, tentatively, and started on the buttons to Kyouya's jeans. The raven-haired teen assisted, breathing quickening, and slid the jeans off his legs and onto the floor. The bulge between his legs was very obvious, and Tamaki stared for a moment, blushing.
"Embarrassed?" Kyouya asked, tilting his head, glasses reflective.
"Just a bit," Tamaki muttered.
Kyouya smiled slightly and slipped off his silk boxers, crawling forward until he was straddling Tamaki.
"Nervous?"
"Yes."
Kyouya looked down, noticing the growing lump in Tamaki's own pants. Removing his glasses, he leaned forward, mouth encasing one of the blonde's firm nipples.
"Kyou…!"
Kyouya used his tongue, tracing lazy circles across the surface of the nipple. Tamaki moaned. He transferred his mouth to the other nipple, his hands roaming down…down, until they hit the waistband of Tamaki's trousers.
Kyouya flicked his gaze up to Tamaki's face, which was flushed and etched in a perfect expression of pleasure, and held the blonde's eyes with his own.
The raven-haired teen trailed his mouth down Tamaki's abdomen, stopping at the top of the trousers. His hands were deft, and Tamaki's pants were on the floor in seconds.
"Do you want me to…?" Kyouya paused.
"Y–yes," Tamaki gasped.
Tamaki's arousal was very great indeed. Kyouya marveled at the smoothness of the golden hairs that circled his bellybutton, winding around Tamaki's member itself.
"Have you ever been touched, before?" he asked, and a undertone of shyness laced his voice.
Tamaki took a sharp intake of breath. "N…no."
Kyouya looked straight into Tamaki's eyes, and then placed his lips – still closed – on the tip of Tamaki's erect penis. Tamaki shuddered, and Kyouya could feel his muscles tighten.
"You sure you're okay?" Kyouya was concerned.
"Kyouya…stop…talking…"
Kyouya flashed his friend a rare grin before taking Tamaki fully into his mouth. Tamaki let out a moan of sheer pleasure, hips twitching. Kyouya deftly used his tongue to play with Tamaki, sucking in rhythm with Tamaki's movements. The blonde's fingernails dug into the back of his neck.
"Kyouya…" Tamaki said, barely understandable amidst his moaning. "Under…more…oh my god!"
Kyouya pulled his mouth away quickly, letting go of the pulsating member.
"Turn over."
Tamaki obeyed, slowly, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Kyouya could barely contain himself. He quickly slicked his fingers in his mouth, and kneed Tamaki's legs farther apart. The blonde gasped in surprise when Kyouya's fingers brushed lightly over his hole.
"Wait…condom…"
Kyouya froze, realizing his mistake.
"Do…you have any?"
Tamaki pointed to the nightstand, and Kyouya raised an eyebrow.
"Prepared?"
"You always said I should be, Kaasan."
"So I did, Tousan." Kyouya smiled and opened the drawer, grabbing a (purple – he liked purple) lubricated condom. He ripped open the package and rolled it on.
"I need…you to relax. Follow my…instructions." Kyouya held his voice steady, but his entire body tingled with carnal anticipation. "Breathe in."
Tamaki did.
"Breathe out."
Tamaki did, and as his lungs relaxed, Kyouya placed the tip of his own dick against Tamaki and pushed. Tamaki cried out and Kyouya placed his hands on either side of the blonde's head, resting his stomach against his back.
"Relax, Tamaki."
Tamaki tried, and Kyouya pressed in farther. The boy squirmed in pain beneath him, and the raven-haired teen pressed a small, open-mouthed kiss against his pale shoulder.
If Tamaki doesn't relax now, I'm gonna come before I can even get in…
He pushed again, and, to both his great relief and excitement, he buried himself to the hilt. Kyouya held perfectly still, quivering, as Tamaki's gasps of pain turned slow, deep, and were laced with a pent-up orgasm.
Now…if I…
Kyouya moved slowly, pulling out, pushing in using small, short strokes. Tamaki moaned this time, his body flushing slightly pink.
"Kyou…ya…"
Kyouya changed his position, heart hammering. He thrust more forcefully. Tamaki gasped and then cried out as Kyouya hit his prostate.
"Oh…my god…Kyouya…more…"
Kyouya shuddered at the pure sex in Tamaki's voice and pushed again.
"Touch…yourself."
Tamaki dragged one hand down to his dick, lightly using his thumb on the head, rubbing down with his fist. Kyouya felt a stirring in his spine, and realized how close he actually was…
Apparently, so was Tamaki.
"Kyouya!"
Tamaki arched his back into Kyouya's thrust, his abdominal muscles tightening, and skin flushing darkly. Kyouya was squeezed from inside Tamaki, and the pressure sent him over that final edge. Heat, warm, wet, heat flowed from every pore, and he released, pupils dilated. Tamaki was crying out, and Kyouya pushed himself flat against Tamaki's back, giving little minute thrusts as they came together.
Tamaki collapsed, stomach sticky, and Kyouya pulled out. Neither could move, except to roll over and embrace each other.
"Tamaki…Tamaki…Tamaki…" Kyouya was so completely flooded with love and adoration with his friend that he couldn't contain his words anymore. The emotion shocked him, some. "Ashiteru…I love you…You're amazing, the biggest idiot I've ever known, but everybody still adores you. I still adore you. I'll give you anything, anything, Tamaki." He reached up and kissed the blonde's lips. Tamaki wrapped his arms tighter around the other boy. "You're absolutely beautiful."
Tamaki kissed him back, and then rested his head in the hollow between Kyouya's neck and shoulder. Despite being the taller, he was, by far, the smallest of either of them.
They fell asleep like that, not waking until the next morning.
"So then I talked to Hunny-senpai, and he told me that he thought you liked me, too."
Kyouya groaned.
"And then I talked to my mother, and she said that she thought you loved me."
Kyouya refused to look at his friend, choosing instead to stare out the little airplane window.
"You know those times I sent you out of the hotel or house?"
Kyouya looked at Tamaki against his will.
"Yes? The times I was told to stay out for a few hours when I had no idea what was going on?"
Tamaki grimaced. "Yeah. Wanna know what I was doing?"
"Writing my song."
"How did you know!?"
"Tamaki, I'm not an idiot."
"Of course not, but I thought I was being really sneaky about it…"
Kyouya only sighed.
"Ashiteru, baka."
Tamaki giggled, but then his expression turned somber.
"When we were in the hotel, you tried to kiss me."
Kyouya successfully suppressed a blush and nodded.
"Why didn't you?"
The raven-haired teen looked at his friend, an expression of mild incredulity taking over his face.
"Because, Tamaki, if you weren't at all interested in men, or in me, then I would have made a complete fool of myself, not only because I'd kissed you, but because I'd created much awkwardness in our relationship."
"Oh, I see." Tamaki mulled this answer over for a minute. Kyouya looked back down at his laptop. "Kaasan?"
"…What is it, Tousan?"
"Were you really upset about your ex-boyfriend, when you were crying?"
Kyouya rolled the thought in his head, wondering how to answer.
He's pretty observant…for an idiot.
"No. I was upset because I thought that I had absolutely no hope to be with you."
I'll just leave out the part about…uh…jerking off because of him…for now.
Kyouya jumped in surprise as Tamaki's lips connected with his own. He hadn't expected that.
"And now that you are with me? How does that make you feel now?"
Kyouya turned fully to face his friend, roughly grasping his chin in his hand, pressing his mouth with Tamaki's. He didn't even care that they were kissing on an airplane, where everyone could see. He just concentrated on the feel of Tamaki's tongue against his, the heat of their hands, clasped around each other. He pulled away.
"I'm very happy…and very, very turned on."
Tamaki laughed again. "Touché. I think we should do something involving tight pants and us together at the next Host Club event, ne?"
Kyouya looked back down at his laptop. "You do know that I order the costumes, right?"
"Nn."
Kyouya cast a sidelong glance, meeting the blonde's quizzical violet gaze. He leaned forward and breathed into Tamaki's ear:
"I don't think you're going to be wearing anything…at all."
Tamaki let out a yelp, and then quickly recovered himself, laying one hand on his forehead dramatically, face red.
"But then, dearest Kaasan, the lovely ladies will see things they should not…" He glanced at Kyouya.
"You have a point. I also don't think I'll allow anyone, anyone but me, of course, to see you in the nude."
Tamaki blushed.
Kyouya's Notes - Host Club Meeting #387
I'm supposed to be writing Host Club calculations here, but I'm rather apt to make other observations instead. This is probably the first time I've ever written in first person in my notebooks, but perhaps it's time I start. I think much better when I'm talking to myself, anyway.
Tamaki…Tamaki hasn't changed much, since we slept together. There is a slight growth in wisdom; he's taken to making suggestive jokes with me ever since we came back. Nobody in the club has noticed anything yet. He wanted to tell everyone right away, that we're seeing each other, but I put a stop to it. Honestly, I don't think that I can deal with telling everyone that I'm dating him. Not now, anyway. I'm trying to get used to it, myself. I don't want to overstrain myself, since I have a tendency to do so already.
Tamaki's getting better with his "sexual prowess." I've found myself putty in his hands more than once, now, but I still have higher control than he does. Less than five minutes into whatever it is we're doing and he's already on the edge. It's rather…cute, if I may use the word.
As for me…I'm not sure whether or not I've grown very much. I'm rather in shock from all of this, even though I don't let on about it. Tamaki knows, of course – I don't think I could hide things that are going through my head from him anymore unless I really tried. And I'm not trying. He gets…easily wounded if I hide things. Just the other day he accused me of hiding my emotions. That conversation happily ended in orgasm, if I may say so.
Finally reaching this goal…I don't really know where to go from here. Nobody yet knows, even though Tamaki and I are staying at each other's houses more often than not; one of the plus sides to being from rich lineage is that we're mostly left alone. I think Suou-sama might know, but he's just as observant as Tamaki, so who knows.
Haruhi's rather upset about the whole thing. It turns out that she had fallen love with him, in the end. He broke it to her – very nicely - that he doesn't feel the same way; that was the first time I'd ever seen her cry. Tamaki cried afterwards, since she told him she doesn't want to speak to him for right now. He truly does love her, but it is indeed in a familial way. He made me stay while he told her, sitting nonchalantly – and unnoticeably – in the back of the room. Haruhi had no idea that I was there, and has been skipping club activities since. Tamaki's trying not to fret, and has told me several times that he's not upset about losing her romantically. I mentioned that I understood, because I do. Truly.
The twins are looking over here. I should probably stop and turn back to calculations before they get any strange ideas. It wouldn't be the first time that they "accidentally" burned/stolen/drowned/ripped/stained/trampled/eaten (yes, eaten)/sold one of my notebooks. This one has some things written down, memories of special times, so I must keep it safe.
I'd just like to mention one last…observation. I'm honestly, truly, happy. I've bought out the Ootori Company, giving two thirds of it to my father to manage, and I've passed Ouran tests (once again) as number one in the school. I've also got the boy I love. There isn't much else that I'd ask for.
World domination? Perhaps. That's on it's way. I am the Shadow King, after all.
Ootori out.