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said_scarlett) wrote2006-08-01 11:29 am
said_scarlett) wrote2006-08-01 11:29 am
Duty Bound - Kyouya/Tamaki - PG-13
Title: Duty Bound
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theladyfeylene
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Episode 17
Warnings: Some angst
Word Count: 1220
Summary: It didn't matter what Kyouya wanted. The only thing that mattered was what he had to do.
“I have been hearing some disturbing rumors about you, Kyouya.”
The hallway of Ouran High School was empty. Kyouya’s footsteps echoed along it, bouncing off the high walls and arched ceiling. It was eerie, the silence broken only by footfalls. He felt a little like a man who was being led through a silent dungeon to his execution.
“I would think that a son of mine would understand the need for discretion.”
The third music room was in front of him. Kyouya sighed, his books held tightly to his chest. He wasn’t a young man who was given to bouts of emotion, but now there was a sickly tight feeling in his stomach. A part of him, the part of him that ignored logic and common sense and duty, wanted to run and flee. But he had duties.
“Embarrassments to the family cannot be tolerated. Embarrassments to the family will be punished, Kyouya.”
The third music room was nearly empty. Kyouya knew it wouldn’t be completely empty, not today, when his last class let out early and so did Tamaki’s. The door hadn’t even shut completely before there was a noise of unarticulated joy from across the room. With all the force and fury of a hurricane, Tamaki flung himself out of his chair and launched himself across the room.
“Kyou-kun!”
The pet name made Kyouya wince. As did Tamaki’s arms, flung around him. And Tamaki’s lips against his neck, nuzzling and kissing enthusiastically. The moment Tamaki drew close, he had twined himself about Kyouya.
I doubt he even knows what the term ‘discretion’ means. The thought rose unbidden in Kyouya’s mind and he smiled softly. How could he have ever hoped for discretion with Tamaki? Tamaki who wore his heart on his sleeve, who casually looped arms in the hallway, who kissed him openly in the foyer of the Suou mansion…
No. There was no discretion. And he’d been a fool to think that there could have been. But it had started so innocently…
“Kyouya? What’s wrong?”
“And why do you assume something’s wrong?” Kyouya slipped out of Tamaki’s arms and moved a little away from the other student, adjusting his glasses.
“Humph. Daddy can always tell when Mommy’s in a bad temper.”
Kyouya smiled. Here, alone with Tamaki, he dropped some of his defenses. And of course Tamaki could tell. He could always pick up on the small things, even things Kyouya tried to hide. It was as frustrating as it was endearing. But everything about the blond was both frustrating and endearing, and Kyouya found himself at turns aggravated and touched by Tamaki’s spectrum of moods and behavior.
He didn’t want to do this. He was content with his relationship. But there could be no gossip surrounding the Ootori family, and certainly not gossip that would damage a potential strategic marriage for Kyouya in the future. It wasn’t the relationship that was the problem, it was the talk that surrounded it.
“This has to end, Tamaki.”
Kyouya was not one for drawing things out. He held his schoolbooks like a shield against his chest, his expression calm. He didn’t wish to hurt Tamaki, though he knew it was unavoidable. He would wound the other to the quick, and there was nothing that could be done for it.
“Eh…?” Tamaki blinked, clearly taken aback by Kyouya’s abrupt statement.
“This has to end. I… apologize.” It was really all he could offer. A stiff and formal gesture of repentance, a small sign that he regretted this course of action. But it wasn’t enough.
“Kyouya!” Tamaki recoiled as though struck. “How can you-”
“Tamaki.” There was a harshness in Kyouya’s even tone. He didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to give Tamaki a chance to wear him down, to change his mind. And Tamaki could. The other boy knew it, too, and was already moving in. His arms slipped around Kyouya’s waist from behind and Tamaki’s chin rested on Kyouya’s shoulder.
“I got you in trouble, didn’t I?”
It was a rare bit of insight from the normally thick-headed blond. Kyouya simply stood, still in Tamaki’s arms. Tamaki was warm and soft and fit against him as though they had been made to cleave together.
“This is an embarrassment to my family,” Kyouya said, voice still calm. “Embarrassments cannot be tolerated.”
“But… you said you were keeping it a secret!”
A dry, bitter laugh slipped from Kyouya’s lips.
“A secret?” He shook his head, amazed that those words had actually come from Tamaki. “You drape yourself across me in the hallways as though I were your mistress, you speak pet-names to me within earshot of your servants, you moan loud enough to draw the attention of your maids, and you truly believe that this is a secret?”
“I…” Tamaki was deflated. Even without seeing his face, Kyouya knew the tone.
“I cannot afford this, Tamaki.” It was a cruel thing to say, perhaps, but it was the truth.
“I’ll stop bothering you in public…” Tamaki’s arms tightened around him, clinging to him, and Kyouya leaned back against him. It was such a tempting thought. To continue in secret, to silence the rumors and appease his father and have Tamaki as well. But it was a silly, romantic dream and nothing more.
“You can’t.” It was a simple, softly stated fact. It was impossible. Tamaki wasn‘t one for shadows and secrecy. And Kyouya had been such a fool to think this could work, to think it could have been anything more than one ridiculous night in summer. “It isn’t in your nature. You aren’t made for clandestine affairs, Tamaki.”
“But it sounds horribly romantic, don’t you think?”
Kyouya laughed again, softly. Of course it would sound romantic to Tamaki. But ’clandestine’ would probably turn out to be ’only slightly more discreet than a herd of rampaging elephants’. He couldn‘t afford it. “I suppose it does. Regardless… this ends here.”
“I don’t want it to.”
“You’ll find someone else to warm your bed when you need it.”
It was a low blow, spoken coldly, and they both knew it. Kyouya expected Tamaki to draw away, to wail and moan and launch into histrionics. But he didn’t. He only nuzzled Kyouya’s neck softly, still holding him. Damn Tamaki for being so understanding! It would be so much easier if Tamaki grew angry, yelled, hit him. If they fought it would be easier to walk out of this room, walk out of Tamaki’s arms and bed…
“I’m sorry,” Tamaki finally said. There was pain in the words, raw and open and honest. Kyouya’s eyes tightened and he dropped his books, one hand reaching to grasp Tamaki’s that were clasped around him. Tamaki’s hands were soft. Kyouya winced, remembering the silken feel of Tamaki’s naked form against his own. The way Tamaki’s eyes seemed to glow in low light, and how he whimpered when Kyouya touched him. And most of all, how Tamaki touched him and whispered soft words into his ear and made him feel worth something. To Tamaki, he was special. There were no expectations, no pressures, no demands. Only Tamaki and Tamaki’s devotion.
“So am I,” Kyouya replied, almost too quietly to be heard. He leaned his head back, his cheek pressed against Tamaki‘s, one final embrace as lovers. “So am I.”
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Episode 17
Warnings: Some angst
Word Count: 1220
Summary: It didn't matter what Kyouya wanted. The only thing that mattered was what he had to do.
“I have been hearing some disturbing rumors about you, Kyouya.”
The hallway of Ouran High School was empty. Kyouya’s footsteps echoed along it, bouncing off the high walls and arched ceiling. It was eerie, the silence broken only by footfalls. He felt a little like a man who was being led through a silent dungeon to his execution.
“I would think that a son of mine would understand the need for discretion.”
The third music room was in front of him. Kyouya sighed, his books held tightly to his chest. He wasn’t a young man who was given to bouts of emotion, but now there was a sickly tight feeling in his stomach. A part of him, the part of him that ignored logic and common sense and duty, wanted to run and flee. But he had duties.
“Embarrassments to the family cannot be tolerated. Embarrassments to the family will be punished, Kyouya.”
The third music room was nearly empty. Kyouya knew it wouldn’t be completely empty, not today, when his last class let out early and so did Tamaki’s. The door hadn’t even shut completely before there was a noise of unarticulated joy from across the room. With all the force and fury of a hurricane, Tamaki flung himself out of his chair and launched himself across the room.
“Kyou-kun!”
The pet name made Kyouya wince. As did Tamaki’s arms, flung around him. And Tamaki’s lips against his neck, nuzzling and kissing enthusiastically. The moment Tamaki drew close, he had twined himself about Kyouya.
I doubt he even knows what the term ‘discretion’ means. The thought rose unbidden in Kyouya’s mind and he smiled softly. How could he have ever hoped for discretion with Tamaki? Tamaki who wore his heart on his sleeve, who casually looped arms in the hallway, who kissed him openly in the foyer of the Suou mansion…
No. There was no discretion. And he’d been a fool to think that there could have been. But it had started so innocently…
“Kyouya? What’s wrong?”
“And why do you assume something’s wrong?” Kyouya slipped out of Tamaki’s arms and moved a little away from the other student, adjusting his glasses.
“Humph. Daddy can always tell when Mommy’s in a bad temper.”
Kyouya smiled. Here, alone with Tamaki, he dropped some of his defenses. And of course Tamaki could tell. He could always pick up on the small things, even things Kyouya tried to hide. It was as frustrating as it was endearing. But everything about the blond was both frustrating and endearing, and Kyouya found himself at turns aggravated and touched by Tamaki’s spectrum of moods and behavior.
He didn’t want to do this. He was content with his relationship. But there could be no gossip surrounding the Ootori family, and certainly not gossip that would damage a potential strategic marriage for Kyouya in the future. It wasn’t the relationship that was the problem, it was the talk that surrounded it.
“This has to end, Tamaki.”
Kyouya was not one for drawing things out. He held his schoolbooks like a shield against his chest, his expression calm. He didn’t wish to hurt Tamaki, though he knew it was unavoidable. He would wound the other to the quick, and there was nothing that could be done for it.
“Eh…?” Tamaki blinked, clearly taken aback by Kyouya’s abrupt statement.
“This has to end. I… apologize.” It was really all he could offer. A stiff and formal gesture of repentance, a small sign that he regretted this course of action. But it wasn’t enough.
“Kyouya!” Tamaki recoiled as though struck. “How can you-”
“Tamaki.” There was a harshness in Kyouya’s even tone. He didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to give Tamaki a chance to wear him down, to change his mind. And Tamaki could. The other boy knew it, too, and was already moving in. His arms slipped around Kyouya’s waist from behind and Tamaki’s chin rested on Kyouya’s shoulder.
“I got you in trouble, didn’t I?”
It was a rare bit of insight from the normally thick-headed blond. Kyouya simply stood, still in Tamaki’s arms. Tamaki was warm and soft and fit against him as though they had been made to cleave together.
“This is an embarrassment to my family,” Kyouya said, voice still calm. “Embarrassments cannot be tolerated.”
“But… you said you were keeping it a secret!”
A dry, bitter laugh slipped from Kyouya’s lips.
“A secret?” He shook his head, amazed that those words had actually come from Tamaki. “You drape yourself across me in the hallways as though I were your mistress, you speak pet-names to me within earshot of your servants, you moan loud enough to draw the attention of your maids, and you truly believe that this is a secret?”
“I…” Tamaki was deflated. Even without seeing his face, Kyouya knew the tone.
“I cannot afford this, Tamaki.” It was a cruel thing to say, perhaps, but it was the truth.
“I’ll stop bothering you in public…” Tamaki’s arms tightened around him, clinging to him, and Kyouya leaned back against him. It was such a tempting thought. To continue in secret, to silence the rumors and appease his father and have Tamaki as well. But it was a silly, romantic dream and nothing more.
“You can’t.” It was a simple, softly stated fact. It was impossible. Tamaki wasn‘t one for shadows and secrecy. And Kyouya had been such a fool to think this could work, to think it could have been anything more than one ridiculous night in summer. “It isn’t in your nature. You aren’t made for clandestine affairs, Tamaki.”
“But it sounds horribly romantic, don’t you think?”
Kyouya laughed again, softly. Of course it would sound romantic to Tamaki. But ’clandestine’ would probably turn out to be ’only slightly more discreet than a herd of rampaging elephants’. He couldn‘t afford it. “I suppose it does. Regardless… this ends here.”
“I don’t want it to.”
“You’ll find someone else to warm your bed when you need it.”
It was a low blow, spoken coldly, and they both knew it. Kyouya expected Tamaki to draw away, to wail and moan and launch into histrionics. But he didn’t. He only nuzzled Kyouya’s neck softly, still holding him. Damn Tamaki for being so understanding! It would be so much easier if Tamaki grew angry, yelled, hit him. If they fought it would be easier to walk out of this room, walk out of Tamaki’s arms and bed…
“I’m sorry,” Tamaki finally said. There was pain in the words, raw and open and honest. Kyouya’s eyes tightened and he dropped his books, one hand reaching to grasp Tamaki’s that were clasped around him. Tamaki’s hands were soft. Kyouya winced, remembering the silken feel of Tamaki’s naked form against his own. The way Tamaki’s eyes seemed to glow in low light, and how he whimpered when Kyouya touched him. And most of all, how Tamaki touched him and whispered soft words into his ear and made him feel worth something. To Tamaki, he was special. There were no expectations, no pressures, no demands. Only Tamaki and Tamaki’s devotion.
“So am I,” Kyouya replied, almost too quietly to be heard. He leaned his head back, his cheek pressed against Tamaki‘s, one final embrace as lovers. “So am I.”