Apologies for the three year delay. I can't say much, except that life got in the way and I got lost. Feedback is very much appreciated.
"Urgh," Kyouya groaned, shifting to his side, and covering his eyes, slowly emerging from the recesses of his nightmare. This has got to stop. This replay of kissing Tamaki is getting a little tiring –especially when he wasn't getting the real thing.
He peeked from his hand down to the bottom of his body. "Fuck."
Wasn't he getting too old to have a wet dream? At age 25?
Annoyed, Kyouya dragged himself up and rested his elbows on his knees. Sighing in frustration at his erection, he looked at his bedside clock. 3A.M. Great.
He glanced at his silent mobile, it's silver gleaming side poking out from underneath the pillow. Lifting the pillow up, Kyouya reached for his mobile and thumbed through his contacts, stopping at his best friend's name. An annoying thumbnail of Tamaki chewing his lip shyly stared back at him. Back in the day, Tamaki had decided to take a photo of himself to save it as a thumbnail on Kyouya's cell. He hadn't had the heart to remove it, though he rolled his eyes skywards as Tamaki figured out how to work the camera and ended up with the unintendedly bashful picture of him chewing his lip thoughtfully.
Smiling a little grudgingly at the picture, Kyouya reached to press his thumb on the green dial button, and then hesitated.
Groaning again, he shifted his thumb to the cancel button, and the screen reverted back to the home menu. Calling Tamaki at three in the morning after a nightmare? What was he thinking? Hello, Tamaki, I have an erection because of you. Could you please help me relieve it? Kyouya smiled wryly at this.
It wasn't that. It's not like he wanted a booty call. He just wanted to talk. But it was more of the fact that Tamaki would probably answer, and would probably guess that something had happened, seeing as Kyouya wasn't doing the calling very often in their relationship. The rare times that he did, were the times where he really needed to talk to him, when something troubled his mind. He wasn't really prepared to talk to Tamaki… about Tamaki.
He threw his mobile away again, and it landed with a carefree plop in the middle of a mountain of sheets. Sighing for the umpteenth time that night, Kyouya hauled himself out of bed and trudged slowly to the bathroom, a tissue box in one hand.
"Tamaki is here aga-" Hiro barely finished his conversation on the intercom with Kyouya, when Tamaki stormed into Kyouya's office, like a whirlwind, his face lit up like a bulb.
He left behind trails of paper and stationery, and a flustered secretary, presumably flirted with prior to Tamaki's entrance.
"KYOUYA!" Tamaki slammed his fists down onto Kyouya's gorgeous hardwood oak table, handcrafted by the finest carpenters in the region, and polished with the finest veneer, now defaced with a tiny dent from the impact of Tamaki's vile dirty fists.
Kyouya shot him a murderous glare. A dangerous gleam in his eye would have scared off anyone, but Tamaki was immune to this. "Kyouya! I've thought of the perfect solution for a fundraiser!"
"Would that be selling furniture made from secondhand wood?" Kyouya asked sweetly, slowing down his speech word by word to the last note, each word more pronounced than the last.
"A…Ahahaha…" Tamaki looked around him, finally realizing what he had done. He beamed his brightest smile at Kyouya and danced around his table to get to the other side so that Tamaki ended up right beside Kyouya, increasing his irritation ten-fold.
Kyouya shook his head. He knew putting up an angry front was futile 10 years ago, why bother trying now.
"WE SHOULD HOST A DANCE!"
"Tamaki I gave you that idea yesterday, remember?" Kyouya bopped Tamaki on the head.
"I know you did! But this time, we should host a dance for both parents, students, AND influential people. All in one ballroom," Tamaki grinned, and put his shoulder around Kyouya, who hunched his, unwilling to participate in such a boisterous conversation so early in the morning- especially when he had been up half the night.
"That sounds like a recipe for disaster," Kyouya said tiredly.
"But getting the rich to mingle with the rich is just like any other fundraiser. If we could get well-behaved students to attend the dance, and have them talk to those people, it could potentially be more successful compared to just a strictly adult-only ball," Tamaki explained eagerly, proud that he had come up with this idea himself.
"And how do you suggest hosting a party with no alcohol seeing as minors would be attending the party?" Kyouya asked.
Tamaki's bright smile faltered.
"And how would you ship all the minors home before twelve midnight? Would you suggest that the ball end at 11pm?"
Tamaki's smile flatlined.
He drooped visibly, and exhaled loudly, dropping his head onto Kyouya's shoulders. "Mou, I thought it was a good plan. I'm not a very good president."
Kyouya pressed his cheek to Tamaki's head, his blond hair ruffling slightly from the chill wind of the air conditioner and tickling Kyouya's skin. It was so easy, to reach out, to cup his cheek, to steal a kiss. Too easy.
And yet, an unwilling kiss is not quite a kiss.
"AHA!"
Kyouya jumped from the outburst, and wondered for the fifth time that morning, why he put up with Tamaki the way he did. How could he possibly like such a ditzy idiot he would never begin to comprehend.
"WE COULD REENACT OUR OURAN HOST CLUB DAYS!" Tamaki gestured wildly, excitedly, talking more to himself than to Kyouya. "We could reenact what we were so good at, entertaining guests! We could raise money for the fundraiser ourselves! Haruhi was an outstanding scholarship student. The guests would see that! She would be a positive influence on them to hand over their cash!"
Kyouya started to protest. He would be too busy, his schedule did not have any room for attending balls, and his weekends were booked back to back with meetings for months on end…
Tamaki would have none of it. "Please Kyouya," he begged feverishly. "Wouldn't you do it for the sake of the needy children who do not have enough money to go to Ouran Gakuen? Wouldn't you do it for me whose bank is running out of cash to sponsor these children? Wouldn't you help out a friend in need? Wouldn't you?" His eyes grew bigger and more imploring by the minute.
When Kyouya did not answer, Tamaki bounced out from his crouch and whipped out his cell phone from his back pocket. He dialed a few numbers, and while he waited for someone to pick up on the other end, he hoisted himself up onto Kyouya's table, his long legs dangling and swinging of the edge.
Kyouya eased himself off his executive chair, and shooting a dark look at Tamaki, he gestured for Hiro from the open door that Tamaki had conveniently forgotten to slam shut on his way in. He could guess from the way that Hiro was positioned- leaning towards the door with a stretched out ear- that he had been eavesdropping on their entire conversation. He jumped when Kyouya called out to him.
When the man entered, Kyouya spoke to him hurriedly. "I have meetings back to back till September right? I do not have a single hour available for social meetings, correct? Please ensure that it stays that way."
Behind him he could hear Tamaki chattering cheerily away.
Hiro fumbled for his planner, which was littered with dates and doodles. He flipped through the pages, pausing at each day, scanning through Kyouya's itinerary. "Nope," he confirmed. "You are booked through the teeth."
Sighing in relief, Kyouya loosened his tie, and ran a hand through his hair. He felt hot. It was a combination of irritation and nerves. Perhaps he should take an early day off. Too much of Tamaki in one day can be a bit unnerving sometimes. All this despite his grudging affection for the guy. He wondered if he needed a shrink.
A hand clapped him on the shoulder. "Everyone is good to go. It's just you Kyouya." Tamaki beamed happily, and waited expectantly for Kyouya's approval.
Kyouya shrugged. "I'm fully booked. Ask Hiro."
Tamaki looked at Hiro in dismay. Hiro nodded solemnly and tapped the planner in his hands.
Dejected, Tamaki's hands slumped to his sides. Kyouya smiled, thinking that Tamaki had given up at last. But he was wrong. Oh so very wrong.
"If you go, I'll give you 5% of the night's earnings," Tamaki said grimly, pointing a finger at his best friend.
Kyouya paused.
Well…
How could he say no to money?
"Cancel a night which suits Tamaki-san here," Kyouya said shortly to Hiro, before dragging Tamaki out of his office. He took Tamaki's hand and walked out resolutely, through the office, past the water cooler, past the potted plants, past the huge windows that gave way to a magnificent Tokyo skyline, and through the glass doors into the reception area. He stabbed the down button repeatedly, and when the doors open with a cheerful 'bing', he pushed Tamaki into the lifts and barked "Don't come back for another two days."
"Bye bye Kyouya!" Tamaki called out as the doors closed on him. "Remember to find a date!"
Kyouya froze, before he sighed inwardly, and walked back slowly to the direction of his office.
A date indeed.