The sun shone through the thin curtains at the window, hitting Kyouya's face softly. His eyes fluttered open lazily, his hand reaching up to rub them. His vision was slightly blurred when he looked to the alarm clock, which rested on the bedside table. He felt a hand touch his face softly. A slight panic rose up in his chest. That was until he heard the seductive voice of the boy laying on his chest.
"Good afternoon, mon amour ." The raven haired boy reached for his glasses, a soft yet subtle blush on his cheeks.
"Is it really that late?" he asked, looking over at the clock once more. The time read a quarter after one. Tamaki chuckled.
"It is." Propping himself up on his elbows, the megane looked at the blonde. Scenes of the previous night flashed before his eyes. Sensations stung in his body as warmth spread even further over his cheeks.
"So..." he started slowly," we did that? Last night?"
"We did," the French boy spoke, leaning forward and kissing his friend and lover. Those lips against his reminded him of the dark airplane bathroom. Of the passion and luck that had hung in the air like a smoke; you could almost see it. Almost feel it. He pulled away from the kiss, his heart beat racing. "Did I do something wrong?" Tamaki asked.
"It's not you. I promise."
"Then what is it? Please, tell me what's bothering you," he spoke again, his eyes darkening with sadness. Kyouya took a big breath, trying to tame his juvenile heart.
"I'm just new to this, Tamaki. I'm not used to this sort of attention. And in truth, I'm a bit frightened. What happens if someone finds out about us? Out families' reputations will be scared and scathed! And at the hands of teenage boys, no less!" he replied, his tone growing serious and almost chilly. Tamaki smiled.
"I'm merely a novice as well. Maybe not to the flirting and such, but a romantic relationship with someone you cherish has been a life-long dream of mine. I'm in love for the first time in my life. I'm as nervous as a blushing school girl, hoping she'll find the right words to say to the boy of her dreams. I'm as carefree as a five-year old child who hasn't a worry in the world. Oh, Kyouya, don't you see! It's an adventure! For us to feel, to experience, what real love is. I know you feel the same for me as I do for you. That's what makes this worth while! If out parents find out about our relationship, so be it! I'm willing to risk everything I have, everything my family has, and my future for you. So I can feel what I've longed to feel for so long with the person I care the most about. I want to be with you, Kyouya. For as long as my life will allow it." The blonde smiled proudly, his words hanging in the air. The glasses clad male was stunned. A smile and a tear appeared on his face.
"Oh, Tamaki," the boy said, kissing his cheek softly. The rest of their Sunday went by quickly. The two spent the day talking and cuddling. But, by dinner time, Kyouya had to leave. On his ride home, all he thought about was Tamaki. His mind was consumed by his love of the blonde. Upon his arrival home, there was on one in sight. His father was probably working late. The mansion was hollow and empty. Sure, there were people inside. But, the feeling of home and family was not present. Kyouya traveled to his room, which was on the ground floor. It was out of the way and rather secluded. He flipped the light switch at the door and dropped his bags on the floor. His room was chilly, not warm. Like the rest of the house. He missed that boy already and it had only been a half hour. Kyoya sunk onto his bed, flopping back. His hair hung in his eyes, making it nearly impossible for him to see. His glasses sat next to him on the bed, the lenses glaring back at him due to the overhead light on the ceiling. It was odd, this feeling. Never before in his life had he missed any individual person this much. He wondered how Tamaki was feeling. At least he had school tomorrow. A chance to see his love once more.
Tamaki was up in his room by this time, flipping through a manga. Even though he looked content with Antoinette laying on his legs, his thoughts revolved around one person in particular. Kyouya. It was hard to believe, even for him, that they had actually had sexy last night. The whole thing seemed like a dream. Like it didn't even happen. Tamaki began to question the previous night's events. Did it really happen? It must have. "There's no way I could have dreamed that! I couldn't have," he said to himself. A bit of a blush spread over his cheeks as he thought about it. An embarrassed look appeared on his face. He buried his face in the mange once more, trying to concentrate on his reading. By the time eight o'clock rolled around, he was asleep, the book on his face. He was sprawled across the bed, one arm nearly touching the carpeted floor. If he stayed like this for much longer, he'd end up falling off the bed and right onto his face. Slowly, his bedroom door opened. His father stuck his head in, peeing around the room. He smiled as his eyes rested on his sleeping son. Yuzuru pulled away from the door, shutting it before walking down the hall, hands stuffed in his pockets.
At the Ootori estate, Kyouya snoozed in his bed, the lights off and the room silent except for the soft intake and outtake of breath. His sleep was peaceful that night and dreams did not disturb his pleasant slumber.
At school the next morning, the two boys sat in class. They avoided eye contact as often as possible and tried to act normal around each other. After school, the Host Club opened up once more. The theme today was an underwater kingdom, all the hosts dressed as mermen. Girls flocked into the 3rd Music Room, staring at the shirtless hosts and sequin tails. Haruhi was the only one not dressed up. The theme didn't exactly work out in her favor. She was off in a corner of the room sitting at a table. The twins were seated off to the side, acting out yet another brotherly love scene. Mori and Honey, as usual, were eating sweets. Well, Honey was. Mori was just watching him eat them. Tamaki sat out in the middle of the room, his pale skin almost glowing in the dimmed blueish lighting. He looked the most enchanting with his silky blonde locks and his violet eyes. His tail was a shimmery purple, the scales sparkling every time he moved. Kyouya found himself staring nearly every chance he got. The Ouran girls seemed to enjoy this theme very much. Kyouya was as well, and for probably the same reason they were. His placement was more or less off to the side, trying to look alluring. And how could he not? With his glasses off and contacts in, he was nearly transformed into a different person, though on the inside he was the same clever boy he always was.
At around four-thirty, the hosts began to send the girls on their way. It was time for them to clean up and get home. Haruhi was the first to scurry out of the club room. She had a little bit of shopping to do. In no more that five minutes, the two lovers were in the room alone, tails still shimmering in the soft light. Though it wasn't too graceful, they managed to make it to one of the closets and began to slip off their costumes. It was a bad idea to change together. As Tamaki was pulling on his pants, Kyouya came up from behind him and gave his neck a gentle kiss. Throughout the entire day, each boy had only one thing on their mind. It was the question of when they would see each other next. The feel of love was a necessity in times like this. And there was no holding back now. Both were out of their tails when lips collided. It was passionate and it hardly seemed five minutes. But when a snicker or two was heard, they stopped almost immediately. There they were, standing in the doorway, trying hard not to laugh. Hikaru and Kaoru had their hands over their mouths, almost dying from the laughter that soon filled the music room. Haruhi stood in front of them, disgust clearly written on her face. She had forgotten one of her books and had come back for it.
"You guys are gross," she said, turning to leave. Kyouya stopped her, grabbing her arm.
"You mustn't tell anyone of this. Do you understand me? I'll make your lives a living Hell if you speak of this to anyone," the shadow king said, a dark evil crossing his face. "Alright, Hitachiins?" the three first years stood in shock. Their lives and sanity were at stake here. They all came to a silent agreement, nodding slightly. "Good. Now go," he spoke once more, his eyes glaring after them as they left. Tamaki came up from behind Kyouya and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I love it when you're like this," he said with a smirk, giving the raven haired boy a series of kisses along his neck. Kyouya blushed lightly and smiled.
"Yes, yes. But you know we can't do this at school. Someone will find out. We can't risk it," he said as Tamaki continued to place kisses on his back, shoulders, and neck.
"I know. I just can't help myself sometimes, Kyo~" the blonde replied, pulling his arms back and placing a final kiss on the other boy's lips. The boys began to get dressed again and they left the music room hand in hand. No one was around to see them anyway. Tamaki leaned over and gave Kyouya yet another kiss. The silver eyed boy smirk and returned the favor. Little did they know that someone was around to see them. At the end of the hall, a figure around the corner held a camera. The pictures just captured were of the boys holding hands, and a few shots of the kisses they had just shared. A devious smile spread over the lips of this student. Her name was Riiko Mizaguchi and she was a member of the Photography Club. But, more importantly, she was the leader of the secret group of girls who hated the Host Club. Who despised them and wanted the club to be torn apart. And with the photos, she could bring the two leading member of Ouran's most successful club to their knees. This was the big break she had been looking for. With a spring in her step, the black haired girl walked away. By ruining their reputations, the club would surely fall to bits. Tamaki and Kyouya shared one more kiss before stepping out of the building and parting ways. They had no idea that their relationship was going to be tested to the very extreme.
"Good afternoon, mon amour ." The raven haired boy reached for his glasses, a soft yet subtle blush on his cheeks.
"Is it really that late?" he asked, looking over at the clock once more. The time read a quarter after one. Tamaki chuckled.
"It is." Propping himself up on his elbows, the megane looked at the blonde. Scenes of the previous night flashed before his eyes. Sensations stung in his body as warmth spread even further over his cheeks.
"So..." he started slowly," we did that? Last night?"
"We did," the French boy spoke, leaning forward and kissing his friend and lover. Those lips against his reminded him of the dark airplane bathroom. Of the passion and luck that had hung in the air like a smoke; you could almost see it. Almost feel it. He pulled away from the kiss, his heart beat racing. "Did I do something wrong?" Tamaki asked.
"It's not you. I promise."
"Then what is it? Please, tell me what's bothering you," he spoke again, his eyes darkening with sadness. Kyouya took a big breath, trying to tame his juvenile heart.
"I'm just new to this, Tamaki. I'm not used to this sort of attention. And in truth, I'm a bit frightened. What happens if someone finds out about us? Out families' reputations will be scared and scathed! And at the hands of teenage boys, no less!" he replied, his tone growing serious and almost chilly. Tamaki smiled.
"I'm merely a novice as well. Maybe not to the flirting and such, but a romantic relationship with someone you cherish has been a life-long dream of mine. I'm in love for the first time in my life. I'm as nervous as a blushing school girl, hoping she'll find the right words to say to the boy of her dreams. I'm as carefree as a five-year old child who hasn't a worry in the world. Oh, Kyouya, don't you see! It's an adventure! For us to feel, to experience, what real love is. I know you feel the same for me as I do for you. That's what makes this worth while! If out parents find out about our relationship, so be it! I'm willing to risk everything I have, everything my family has, and my future for you. So I can feel what I've longed to feel for so long with the person I care the most about. I want to be with you, Kyouya. For as long as my life will allow it." The blonde smiled proudly, his words hanging in the air. The glasses clad male was stunned. A smile and a tear appeared on his face.
"Oh, Tamaki," the boy said, kissing his cheek softly. The rest of their Sunday went by quickly. The two spent the day talking and cuddling. But, by dinner time, Kyouya had to leave. On his ride home, all he thought about was Tamaki. His mind was consumed by his love of the blonde. Upon his arrival home, there was on one in sight. His father was probably working late. The mansion was hollow and empty. Sure, there were people inside. But, the feeling of home and family was not present. Kyouya traveled to his room, which was on the ground floor. It was out of the way and rather secluded. He flipped the light switch at the door and dropped his bags on the floor. His room was chilly, not warm. Like the rest of the house. He missed that boy already and it had only been a half hour. Kyoya sunk onto his bed, flopping back. His hair hung in his eyes, making it nearly impossible for him to see. His glasses sat next to him on the bed, the lenses glaring back at him due to the overhead light on the ceiling. It was odd, this feeling. Never before in his life had he missed any individual person this much. He wondered how Tamaki was feeling. At least he had school tomorrow. A chance to see his love once more.
Tamaki was up in his room by this time, flipping through a manga. Even though he looked content with Antoinette laying on his legs, his thoughts revolved around one person in particular. Kyouya. It was hard to believe, even for him, that they had actually had sexy last night. The whole thing seemed like a dream. Like it didn't even happen. Tamaki began to question the previous night's events. Did it really happen? It must have. "There's no way I could have dreamed that! I couldn't have," he said to himself. A bit of a blush spread over his cheeks as he thought about it. An embarrassed look appeared on his face. He buried his face in the mange once more, trying to concentrate on his reading. By the time eight o'clock rolled around, he was asleep, the book on his face. He was sprawled across the bed, one arm nearly touching the carpeted floor. If he stayed like this for much longer, he'd end up falling off the bed and right onto his face. Slowly, his bedroom door opened. His father stuck his head in, peeing around the room. He smiled as his eyes rested on his sleeping son. Yuzuru pulled away from the door, shutting it before walking down the hall, hands stuffed in his pockets.
At the Ootori estate, Kyouya snoozed in his bed, the lights off and the room silent except for the soft intake and outtake of breath. His sleep was peaceful that night and dreams did not disturb his pleasant slumber.
At school the next morning, the two boys sat in class. They avoided eye contact as often as possible and tried to act normal around each other. After school, the Host Club opened up once more. The theme today was an underwater kingdom, all the hosts dressed as mermen. Girls flocked into the 3rd Music Room, staring at the shirtless hosts and sequin tails. Haruhi was the only one not dressed up. The theme didn't exactly work out in her favor. She was off in a corner of the room sitting at a table. The twins were seated off to the side, acting out yet another brotherly love scene. Mori and Honey, as usual, were eating sweets. Well, Honey was. Mori was just watching him eat them. Tamaki sat out in the middle of the room, his pale skin almost glowing in the dimmed blueish lighting. He looked the most enchanting with his silky blonde locks and his violet eyes. His tail was a shimmery purple, the scales sparkling every time he moved. Kyouya found himself staring nearly every chance he got. The Ouran girls seemed to enjoy this theme very much. Kyouya was as well, and for probably the same reason they were. His placement was more or less off to the side, trying to look alluring. And how could he not? With his glasses off and contacts in, he was nearly transformed into a different person, though on the inside he was the same clever boy he always was.
At around four-thirty, the hosts began to send the girls on their way. It was time for them to clean up and get home. Haruhi was the first to scurry out of the club room. She had a little bit of shopping to do. In no more that five minutes, the two lovers were in the room alone, tails still shimmering in the soft light. Though it wasn't too graceful, they managed to make it to one of the closets and began to slip off their costumes. It was a bad idea to change together. As Tamaki was pulling on his pants, Kyouya came up from behind him and gave his neck a gentle kiss. Throughout the entire day, each boy had only one thing on their mind. It was the question of when they would see each other next. The feel of love was a necessity in times like this. And there was no holding back now. Both were out of their tails when lips collided. It was passionate and it hardly seemed five minutes. But when a snicker or two was heard, they stopped almost immediately. There they were, standing in the doorway, trying hard not to laugh. Hikaru and Kaoru had their hands over their mouths, almost dying from the laughter that soon filled the music room. Haruhi stood in front of them, disgust clearly written on her face. She had forgotten one of her books and had come back for it.
"You guys are gross," she said, turning to leave. Kyouya stopped her, grabbing her arm.
"You mustn't tell anyone of this. Do you understand me? I'll make your lives a living Hell if you speak of this to anyone," the shadow king said, a dark evil crossing his face. "Alright, Hitachiins?" the three first years stood in shock. Their lives and sanity were at stake here. They all came to a silent agreement, nodding slightly. "Good. Now go," he spoke once more, his eyes glaring after them as they left. Tamaki came up from behind Kyouya and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I love it when you're like this," he said with a smirk, giving the raven haired boy a series of kisses along his neck. Kyouya blushed lightly and smiled.
"Yes, yes. But you know we can't do this at school. Someone will find out. We can't risk it," he said as Tamaki continued to place kisses on his back, shoulders, and neck.
"I know. I just can't help myself sometimes, Kyo~" the blonde replied, pulling his arms back and placing a final kiss on the other boy's lips. The boys began to get dressed again and they left the music room hand in hand. No one was around to see them anyway. Tamaki leaned over and gave Kyouya yet another kiss. The silver eyed boy smirk and returned the favor. Little did they know that someone was around to see them. At the end of the hall, a figure around the corner held a camera. The pictures just captured were of the boys holding hands, and a few shots of the kisses they had just shared. A devious smile spread over the lips of this student. Her name was Riiko Mizaguchi and she was a member of the Photography Club. But, more importantly, she was the leader of the secret group of girls who hated the Host Club. Who despised them and wanted the club to be torn apart. And with the photos, she could bring the two leading member of Ouran's most successful club to their knees. This was the big break she had been looking for. With a spring in her step, the black haired girl walked away. By ruining their reputations, the club would surely fall to bits. Tamaki and Kyouya shared one more kiss before stepping out of the building and parting ways. They had no idea that their relationship was going to be tested to the very extreme.
END/Chapter 3