Well, this chapter was a bit longer than the first ^^ It was also a bit more random, and I hope that by now you have all figured out this is going to be a crazy and random story. Anyway, I do not own Host Club or 'Love Bites', so now that you know that, enjoy!
Guide to an Unsuccessful Relationship
Chapter Two: Spying
It's just like when two people in love go for a long walk except one of them doesn't know they're being followed.
Is spying as bad as it sounds? C'mom. They're in your thoughts, you're in their bushes. It all evens out.
It started with a phone call. One mid-sex. One for Kyouya. One he took. Kaoru moaned loudly in pleasure and disappointment, brushing one hand haphazardly through his hair and reaching the other one up to tug the cell from his dark haired boyfriend. The brunette viciously yanked it away from the boy under him and growled under his breath. Kaoru shrugged in response.
"Hello?" Kyouya greeted, his voice perfectly calm as he stopped moving. "Oh yes, hello Suzuki-sama…No, this is a great time."
Kaoru rolled his amber eyes and ground his hips upwards suggestively, craning his neck upwards to leisurely suck on the other's collar bone. He hummed contentedly.
"The order was for forty thousand sets of scrubs, Suzuki-san, not four hundred. How are we supposed to distribute four hundred sets of blue pants and shirts to over fourteen hospitals. The staff per quota is at least a hundred per settlement."
Kaoru smirked and slowly began to work his way up his lovers neck and eventually found himself tonguing his upperclassman's unoccupied ear. "You know…" he drawled. "You're so incredibly sexy when you talk business on your cell phone…Have you struck fear in the heart of 'Suzuki-san' yet?"
Kyouya glared. He pushed the offending red head back onto the pillows and growled, "You're more trouble than you're worth," under his breath, covering the mouth piece with a few fingers before resuming his conversation, resisting the hitch in his breath whenever Kaoru shifted.
"What…no, our male employees would be very adverse to wearing pink tutus until the order is refilled…No, the females would not wear swimsuits--this is a medical profession, Suzuki-san!! …Fine, I'm coming into the office right now."
"What!?!" the younger of the two demanded as his body jerked from the sudden lack of warmth and skin. Kyouya didn't even look at him as he dressed, generally ignoring the shocked Hitachiin on his bed. "Ky--Kyouya, we aren't even done!"
Now hunting for his shoes, the bespectacled boy tossed his head and held up a black leather patten lump. "Have you seen my other shoe?"
"Under the shelves," Kaoru pointed before he objected again. "Come on! They won't kill you for an extra twenty minutes."
"Maybe not…"
Kaoru threw his hands into the air exasperatedly. "Fine, five minutes! Just…come on!"
Now having successfully donning both shoes, the boy swung his arms into the sleeves of a large coat and exited his quarters. "Don't forget to go out the back way."
"Whatever," Kaoru snapped, but Kyouya was already gone. Standing the red head managed to spy his boyfriend out of the glassplated windows, walking into the limo that awaited him with a slight limp.
'Serves him right for deserting me right now,' the boy thought viciously, laying back on the bed for a good ten minutes of "self consolation".
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And it's a good way to protect your dumpling' from danger. Like the danger of meeting somebody better than you.
Since he had officially staked his claim on Kyouya, it became increasingly difficult for Kaoru to stomach the Host Club. The Brotherly Love act's material suffered due to lack of inspiration; none of the things the younger Hitachiin twin suggested would go over well with the girls and Hikaru wasn't used to pitching the ideas, just the acts themselves.
Not to mention the open hostility. Not only did the girls not know about Kyouya and Kaoru's flawed relationship, but they had unwittingly requested that Kyouya and Tamaki play the part of a couple. Needless to say, the blond feared for his life those few days, and both Kyouya and the younger of the red headed twins were both at their wits ends, but for different reasons.
"What do you mean this thing is going to go on for a week!?!?!" Kaoru demanded, roughly shoving three tea cups into the cupboard while Kyouya did the same opposite him in the store room. Ever since Haruhi had joined the host club, Tamaki had insisted on doing things the "commoner way" and designated them cleaning shifts. Since sex was a rather important part of their relationship, Kyouya and Kaoru had usually overridden Tamaki's cleaning duties and delegated this time to fool around. But this particular session appeared to be more centered around the two screaming at each other now that the girls were gone.
"I didn't ask for this, Kaoru," Kyouya snapped back, slamming the cupboard closed and rounding on the red head.
Kaoru spun to face his boyfriend as well, face pointed into a scowl. "Well, you certainly didn't fight against the idea!"
"It's for business!" Kyouya cried, exasperated and getting his blood pressure worked up. "Will you give it a rest?!"
"No!" Kaoru yelled, fisting his fingers in his hair with frustration in a rather Hikaru-like fashion. "He's stealing you!! Why can't you see that? The act should be with me; not Tamaki!! Those perving fangirls can rot in hell, for all I care. He's stealing my boyfriend!!"
"You're forgetting that I don't care about either of you in that sense and this relationship is purely for merit. What kind of relationship would this be if I stopped working to higher out stock points in order to make this a better experience for you? And, may I ask, exactly why you were watching myself and Tamaki; you had your own clients and there was no reason to spy on us."
Kaoru ground his teeth. "You're still mine!"
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And beside, isn't spying just another way of saying "I luv you so much I'm willing to invade your privacy to prove it"?
Subconsciously, Kaoru pulled the hem of his too short maids outfit down as far as it would to cover his thighs, only to have the springy mat4erial jump back up higher than it was originally. However, before he pulled it back, he managed to find exactly what he was looking for.
On the outside, it looked like a regular notebook, the letters 'L-E-D-G-E-R' were stamped across the front in silver embossment and it was displayed in a deceptively obvious place. Other random notebooks were splayed across the desk, so strictly speaking, it was just pure luck that Kaoru had picked this one up first.
His brown wig slipped and landed with a whoosh on the carpeted floor, but he made no move to pick it back up. Far too enraptured by Kyouya's journal, amber eyes flicked from left to right as fingers drifted across the cover, lingering on the word 'ledger' with something akin to awe in his eyes.
Shaking his feet to relieve the pressure his heals had built up, Kaoru settled into Kyouya's desk chair and prepared to read, completely ignoring his skirt hiking up another inch or so.
"So this is where the great Ootori Kyouya keeps all his great secrets…Interesting…" and he slowly slipped his fingers under the front cover and opened the diary. On the first page was Kyouya's handwriting in one neat word: 'Kaoru'
The next page: 'Don't'
The next: 'Flip'
Then: 'The'
And then: 'Next'
'Page'
'Or'
'I'
'Will'
'Kill'
'You'
'Put'
'The'
'Ledger'
'Down'
'And'
'Step'
'Away'
Kaoru's brow knit as he flipped randomly through the rest of the diary. It was blank.
"Having fun?"
The red head screamed, jumping out of the chair and flinging the notebook back onto the desk, twirling to face the newcomer. "K…Kyouya?"
"You know," the brunette drawled, eyeing his boyfriend from head to toe with a predatory gaze, "It's rude to spy."
Blushing to the roots of his hair, Kaoru lifted a hand to his mouth, turning his gaze down to the floor, he cursed girl's clothing and wigs; they weren't meant for boy in disguise, he decided.
"Well, you never tell me anything," he murmured into his fingers, reaching his other hand down to smooth out his skirt. Again, it didn't work, serving only to make Kyouya's eyes dart back downward.
"So you dress as a maid to infiltrate my study in hopes of finding something? Apparently this is not a trusting relationship on your part. Don't you trust me enough to let what I don't tell you lay to rest?"
The red head continued to blush but, in his own defense, he cried, "Well at least I like you! I wouldn't dress up like this for anyone!"
And thus Kyouya smirked again, taking a step towards his red faced lover. "I should hope not."
MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! That was the closest I've ever written to smut! -munches self congratularily cookie- I also love the idea of this relationship being flawed. I hope that fact is communicable through this fic! XD ^^
-kisses- Please review! It'll make my day! ^^
