Author's note: yet another chapter that holds to my standard of porn with plot. I don't know why I bother to warn people anymore - if you read my stuff, you know that my mind knows no such thing as taboo. And what is in my mind flows out into my writing. So enjoy. *wink*
"Tamaki?" Kyoya thought, shocked to enter his friend's room and find the blond curled up on his bed, arms wrapped around one pillow while his head was beneath another one. The Shadow King had been heading out of the school to his waiting car when he saw the Hitachiins storm out of the building and slam into their own limo, watching their car as it left the parking lot and turned not onto the road that led to the twins' home but in the opposite direction. From the thunderous look on their faces Kyoya could guess something big had happened and it wasn't pleasant. Knowing the confrontation that had been brewing between them and Tamaki when he left the room, the youngest Ootori could only imagine what might have happened. A quick word had his own car headed to the second Suoh estate and when he arrived Kyoya took the stairs two and three at a time, ignoring the maids' questions and greetings as he headed to Tamaki's room to see what state his asinine best friend was in. It was worse than he'd imagined. Gone were the dramatics, the theatrics, the Host King persona. All that was left was one beautiful blond boy, crying into a pillow like his heart was breaking. Kyoya stood by the doorway a moment, struck by the urge to pull his friend into a hug until he stopped sobbing. The emotional response he got from seeing his normally annoying best friend in such a state was completely unbecoming an Ootori and Kyoya struggled with himself for a moment until something inside him cracked. He suddenly understood what it was he'd learned from his years of friendship with the flamboyant French-Japanese boy. Tamaki deserved better from him. Obnoxious, yes, the Suoh son was indeed that – but he was also the most selfless person Kyoya had ever met. He was a true friend, a concept Kyoya was just now learning, something rare and precious. Screw propriety. His friend was hurting. He walked fully into the room and closed the door behind him. Ten steps took him from the doorway to the bed and then he was sitting down and gingerly resting his hands on Tamaki's shaking shoulders. The gentle touch startled the crying host and he bolted upright, sorrow leaving a space for confusion when he saw who was sitting with him.
"Kyoya?" he said, his usually smooth voice scratchy with tears. "Why are you here?"
Kyoya paused. There were a billion ways he could respond to the question. But taking a good long look at Tamaki – the rumpled clothing, the mussed-up hair, those violet eyes so red-rimmed and puffy – there was really only one answer he could give. With a shrug he put his hand back on Tamaki's shoulder.
"You're my friend."
The two sat there like that for a moment, Kyoya watching the other's eyes as a myriad emotions played through them in quick succession. In the next instant he was nearly knocked off balance as Tamaki flung himself at him, the blond burying his face against Kyoya's chest. And it somehow felt like the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arms around his friend's shoulders. He could feel Tamaki's struggle to gather himself together, but it was a while before the distraught blond managed to pull himself away.
"I'm sorry, Kyoya. I shouldn't have broken down like that. I guess I look pretty stupid." With a careless gesture Tamaki ran his hand through his hair, a rueful and embarrassed expression on his face. Kyoya smothered a gin.
"A bit, yes. But I'm sure you have a reason for your actions." His voice rose a bit at the end, making his sentence wither a statement or a question depending on how one wished to take it. He didn't want to push but he was hoping to find out what had caused this whole debacle. Tamaki took the bait, standing up from the bed to walk over to the wardrobe. To Kyoya's shock he felt...deprived, somehow...when the blond walked away. It was such an odd feeling that he missed the first part of what Tamaki was saying. Shaking his head as though that would clear his mind, he focused on his friend's explanation.
"...and yes, I know I shouldn't let them get to me, but..." Kyoya watched, amused, as the other all but climbed into the enormous wardrobe, apparently looking for something specific, totally unaware that the wood and clothing cut his conversation to a mumble. Soon all that was visible was one leg held out behind him for balance and still the muted speech continued, causing the dark-haired host to chuckle. An exclamation of happiness interrupted the constant stream of inaudible babble and soon Tamaki was backing out of the wardrobe holding a shirt in his hands, a victorious grin on his face, still talking.
"...I know she can handle herself, and I don't want to make her mad but, well – I just want her to be safe and happy, you know?" The agreement Kyoya was about to murmur was abruptly interrupted when Tamaki began to unbutton the white shirt he was wearing. Kyoya swallowed rapidly, trying to get a grip on whatever the hell was happening to him. It didn't make sense, he thought, eyes focusing against his will on the slender blond's rapidly revealed torso. The sound of his friend's rambling faded almost entirely to background noise. Tamaki had been shirtless in the past – a lot. So why was he entranced by the creamy, unblemished expanse of skin before him? Why now? Why was he suddenly having to fight hard against the unexpected impulse to trace his fingers down Tamaki's chest, from collarbone to sternum, lower, to...
"Helloooo, Kyoya – earth to Kyoya!" Tamaki sounded confused and the Shadow King snapped back to the present like a broken rubber band. His mind was swirling. What the hell just happened?
"Kyoya," the blond murmured, his voice dropping as he approached, understanding better than most would the vacant look on his friend's face before the traditional Ootori mask descended once more. He stopped directly in front of Kyoya who was still sitting on the edge of the bed trying to get a grip. Tamaki crouched down until he was looking up at the seated brunette.
"You're not falling for me, are you?" he teased gently...and was completely amazed to see the faint widening of Kyoya's eyes before the boy schooled his expression once more.
"Don't be foolish." The ice had frosted over Kyoya's voice as he tried to gain control of the situation, but it was in vain. He'd slipped up...and Tamaki caught it. It didn't matter that Kyoya had never intended to admit his attraction – even to himself if he could help it. It didn't matter that his father would disown him if even a hint of Kyoya's interest escaped to the outside world. None of that mattered. The black-haired host could no more have honestly denied the answer to Tamaki's question than he could have ripped out his own spine. And by the way those violet eyes – staring into his own with no small amount of surprise and something like wonder – the way they darkened, Tamaki knew it.
"Kyoya," he whispered, resting his hands lightly on the other boy's tense thighs. "You could have told me, you know." Kyoya snorted scornfully.
"I think not. Do you know how much damage it would cause if my family found out that I was attracted to another guy, let alone the son of one of my father's associates? There is no such thing as a gay Ootori." The words were clipped, taut with frustration and self loathing. To Kyoya's surprise his friend smiled, his eyes lighting up as his lips curved.
"Actually, if it's any consolation, I know how deeply you love Haruhi. So technically that would make you bisexual." The cool host raised an eyebrow sarcastically.
"And how exactly is that better?"
"Well, because you'd still be able to father an heir in the traditional way," Tamaki smirked, until he saw that his friend was really not in a joking mood. The prince set aside his own troubles and climbed up on the bed beside Kyoya, settling with a 'whuff.' And if he perhaps sat a little closer than was usual, neither mentioned it. Silence ricocheted through the room for ages.
"What do you mean you've seen how much I love Haruhi?" Kyoya finally asked in a low voice. Tamaki smiled easily at him.
"Don't worry. I don't think anyone has noticed except me."
"Tamaki, if you've noticed that means everyone else already knows. Except perhaps Haruhi herself. She could give you a run for the title of 'most oblivious host.'"
"Aww, Kyoya...so harsh!" the blond joked. "Seriously, though, it's not like you've been obvious about it."
"The twins noticed," Kyoya said absently, only coming to attention when there was no reply. He looked sideways to see Tamaki leaning forward, elbows on knees, looking depressed, and he suddenly realized he never had found out the reason his friend had been crying. Sneaky, sneaky Tamaki, he thought. Turning attention from your own problems to deal with mine. Well, it won't work any more.
"Tamaki." The blond looked up. "What happened today to upset you? What did those devils do this time?" He was expecting Tamaki to leap right into that opening with both feet but once more his friend surprised him.
"They were just...being themselves. I was the one that messed up." Kyoya blinked.
"Well that's new," he muttered, confused. "Explain." So Tamaki did. The shock of falling onto Haruhi, the worry that he might have hurt her or, almost as bad, that she might have noticed him getting hard when he landed between her legs – and Kyoya slammed the lid down on those thoughts, not helpful now thank you very much – the jealousy that rocketed through him at the sight of Hikaru molding his lips to hers and later Kaoru doing the same thing...how it all boiled over.
"...so I accused them of forcing themselves on her, they denied it, they made a sarcastic comment about her being my daughter and how they were okay with incest and I...I hit them."
"You what now?" Kyoya asked, dumbfounded. Tamaki flopped backward on the bed, his lithe – and still shirtless – body stretching out fully and making the Shadow King swallow hard and force him mind back to the conversation.
"I know, I know. But this wasn't like what I normally do, whapping them with newspapers or whatever. I smacked them both across the face, hard enough that it made my hand sting. Oh, Kyoya – they hate me. I can't blame them. And Haruhi – I've driven the woman I love so far away from me...god, what do I do?" He rolled onto his eyes and met Kyoya's eyes with his own, their violet depths luminous with tears. Without even being aware that he was doing it Kyoya reached out and brushed his fingertips across Tamaki's cheek, sweeping the moisture from his ivory skin. Tamaki closed his eyes and leaned into the gentle touch and Kyoya's breath stopped. It started again – quite violently – when his friend turned and nuzzled his palm, soft lips fluttering downward over his wrist. At Kyoya's gasp Tamaki opened his eyes and looked up at the other host with a gaze so intensely passionate, yet incomparably innocent, that it shattered the bands around Kyoya's tenuous control. All rational thought stopped, all reason disintegrated. The only thing left in the world was the amazing feeling of Tamaki underneath him – and that's when Kyoya realized he'd pinned the Host King to his own bed. The feel of Tamaki's lean body beneath his own shredded whatever restraint he had left and with a growl he swooped down and captured the blond's lips in a fierce kiss.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he caressed Tamaki's lips with his own, delighting in the fact that his friend could give as good as he got. It was Tamaki's tongue that begged entrance to Kyoya's mouth but once the opportunity presented itself the Shadow King took over easily, deepening the kiss with a primal expertise that pulled a deep moan from the golden-haired one. Without breaking the embrace Tamaki had somehow managed to slip his hands under Kyoya's shirt and the sensation of slender fingers sliding up his back coupled with the feel of one of Tamaki's legs coming up to drape over Kyoya's hip had the youngest Ootori groaning and abandoning the kiss in favor of biting down on the smooth skin of his lover's neck.
"Kyoya...shirt...off..." came Tamaki's breathless demand – one the dark-haired host was happy to comply with. In short order the two were laying on top of Tamaki's luxurious duvet, clad only in slacks and sinful thoughts. Kyoya had enough presence of mind to back off a bit, regarding his best friend with a cautious gaze.
"I feel like I'm taking advantage of you in a time of weakness..." he murmured, reaching his hand out to touch the other boy's kiss-swollen lips. Tamaki let his eyes roam over the brunette's half-naked physique before meeting the charcoal gaze with a smile that was both reassuring and erotic.
"Take as many advantages as you want," the blond chuckled, flicking his tongue out to curl around Kyoya's index finger and coax it into his mouth. He kept his eyes on his companion as she gently sucked first one, then two fingers between his lips, tongue caressing and swirling around them with such ease that it drew a harsh gasp from Kyoya's throat. With a quick movement Tamaki released the digits and dove forward, burying one hand in Kyoya's dark hair and yanking his head back, running his lips over the startled host's neck and drawing yet another moan from him.
"Tamaki..." Kyoya groaned as his usually gentle friend turned aggressive, pinning him to the bed and sliding sinuously against him.
"Mmmm?" the blond replied, tongue dancing over Kyoya's collarbone for a moment before heading downward.
"Are you...are you sure?" the usually unflappable host made himself ask, trying to keep his wits about him.
"Absolutely," came the calm reply – followed by Tamaki closing his teeth on one of Kyoya's sensitive nipples. The Shadow King yelped in pleasure, staring at his friend who had raised his head with a smirk.
"Fuck, Tamaki," Kyoya gasped. In the next instant he felt slim fingers deftly open the button on his pants.
"I plan to," the golden-haired one blithely replied, lust making his eyes almost glow. By this point Kyoya's pants were completely unfastened and a quick motion from Tamaki had the expensive fabric crumpled on the floor along with the silk boxers the dark one had been wearing underneath. The blond looked hungrily at his friend's stiff rod.
"Kyoya, tell me now if you want to stop, because I don't think I'll be giving you another chance." In a lust-fogged haze Kyoya simply shook his head.
"I feel like I should be giving you an out," he chuckled. Tamaki's answering smile was full of gentleness.
"Ahh, but I have no qualms about admitting I want to fuck you senseless," he murmured, flicking his tongue out to moisten his lips. Hearing that word from the normally princely teen made Kyoya's dick jump and Tamaki grinned.
"I'll take that as a 'yes please'," he quipped...and then all Kyoya could do was moan loudly as the Suoh heir wrapped those amazingly pliable lips around the head of his cock and sucked. Bobbing, licking, teasing – Tamaki kept varying his technique in such a way as to bring his lover to the brink without ever letting him finish...no matter how much the Shadow King begged. And beg he did. The Ootori youth would never have imagined it, would never in a million years admit it, but he was nothing but a whimpering, pleading toy where Tamaki was concerned.
"Please, god...oh...yes, there...Tama...please..." With a last loving lick Tamaki sat up, ignoring the frustrated noise from the naked, panting host.
"Uh-uh," he teased. "You don't get to come just yet." Kyoya's eyes narrowed dangerously but the blond just smiled.
"And why is that, exactly?" he snarled.
"Because I want you inside me when you climax."
"The matter-of-fact tone, coupled with the fact that Tamaki had slipped out of the remainder of his own clothing to stand unabashed before him, made Kyoya growl and lunge upward, slamming the delicate-looking blond to the bed and wedging himself between his thighs. Tamaki obliged by wrapping his surprisingly strong legs around the other boy's waist, causing his erection to brush against Kyoya's and drawing strangled gasps from both of them.
"Kyoya...left nightstand drawer...hurry," the blond whimpered. A quick movement later and Kyoya was unscrewing the cap to a bottle of clear lubricant. He expected some hesitation on his part but to his shock all he felt was an overwhelming love for his best friend and an eagerness to bury himself as deeply as he could within him. Mentally shrugging – he wasn't about to stop now, regardless of how he might feel about all of this later – he smiled down at Tamaki.
"It's kind of funny when you think about it," he said, voice even despite his panting. The blond looked confused.
"What is?"
"Oh, just that you're so insistent that you're Daddy – and yet it's going to be my rod up your ass," he replied.
"This time," Tamaki quipped. Kyoya barely had time to digest those words before he was flipped over to land on his back, the muscles in his best friend's legs shifting as he straddled the darker one's hips. With quick, practiced movements Tamaki coated several of his fingers with the thick, clear liquid and – to Kyoya's surprise – slipped them between his own legs, preparing himself for what was coming. With the other hand he drizzled some of the lube on his lover's swollen prick, stroking gently from tip to base and back again as he continued to stretch himself with deft motions. Kyoya tried to sit up, thinking they were in an unusual position, but Tamaki stopped him with a look.
"I said I was going to fuck you," the blond murmured with a saucy smile. And in what Kyoya would remember forever as one of the most erotic moments of his life, Tamaki shifted and lowered himself onto his fellow host's throbbing hardness.
"Holy hell – Tamaki!" Kyoya groaned, trying to stay still as the beautiful boy above him slid down inch by slow, torturous inch.
"God...Kyoya...you're bigger than I'd imagined...ohhh..."
True to his word Tamaki did most of the work, screwing his friend with hard, slow strokes, feeling every twitch and buck as Kyoya's cock stretched his nether hole almost to the point of pain. It felt amazing, and Tamaki knew neither of them would be able to hold out long.
"Kyoya, please...stroke me..." he begged, wanting to feel those strong fingers on his hard length. The gasping brunette closed his hand around the King's staff firmly, pumping him in time to the rhythm they were enjoying. For a long while there were no words, just moans and whimpers, and then Kyoya shifted and slammed his hips upward to meet Tamaki's downward stroke and the blond let out a scream of pleasure as the dark one's dick slid perfectly against his sweet spot. With a shout of "Yes, Kyoya, yes!" Tamaki came, ropes of thick white shooting out of his eager member to splatter all over Kyoya's chest and neck. The Shadow King, unable to withstand the torment of his lover's muscles clamping down on his rampant erection, let out an unintelligible cry of his own as he shoved himself as deep as possible, flooding the gorgeous boy above him with his seed. Gasping, twitching, unable to form a coherent thought, both boys collapsed wearily, Tamaki pulling himself off of Kyoya and cleaning them both off with tissues from a box on his nightstand before falling back down on the bed. Without a word he curled up beside his best friend, laying his head on the other host's chest and letting his lavender eyes flutter shut. He felt the Shadow King sigh and the Kyoya was wrapping strong arms around him and the world ceased to matter. Later, Tamaki thought. Later I'll deal with everything else.
Right now, though, the two were more than happy to drift off, safe and secure in the feeling of being well and truly loved.