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Four Ouran Lyric Ficlets!
You know, when the forecast says only a 15% chance of rain, I don't expect to be caught out in a damn downpour. :/ Ah well.
It's that time again! Needed to stroke the creative muscles, so I stuck my playlist on shuffle and the firstfive four songs that came up, I wrote fics for. The fandom I chose this time around is Ouran High School Host Club.
Title: As Lover's Go
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 824
Summary: Haruhi made him feel things he'd never felt before - she left him feeling clumsy and tongue tied. Surely, this was real love!
"She said "I've gotta be honest,
you're wasting your time if you're fishing round here."
and I said "you must be mistaken,
cause I’m not fooling...this feeling is real" - Dashboard Confessional
Suou Tamaki was a young man possessed by many emotions. But the one that he rarely felt, the one that preyed upon him so rarely that he nearly didn’t recognize it, was fear. A specific sort of fear, a nervous and twisting fear. But he felt it now, dancing from foot to foot surrounded by the comforting wall of the rest of the Host Club. Minus Haruhi.
“Eh. Just do it, my lord.”
Tamaki couldn’t tell which of the twins had spoken. And it really didn’t matter. His attention was riveted on Haruhi, bent over some school book studying. For some reason, walking across the room and speaking to her was a task that seemed more difficult than scaling a mountain.
There was more speaking around him, but he didn’t hear. Not until he was grabbed on either side, each twin holding and arm, and was dragged protesting across the room.
“Eh?” Haruhi looked up as Tamaki was pulled, twisting and protesting, right up to her. Tamaki didn’t like how this was going at all. He cleared his throat, already flushed, words not coming for once.
“Haru-chan!” The twins spoke in unison. “Our Lord has something to ask you!”
“Tamaki-sempai?” Haruhi was watching him with calm, curious eyes. Tamaki felt like he was going to melt. Had any other girl been possessed of such beautiful eyes?
“Ahem.” Tamaki cleared his throat once more and shook off the twins. Vultures, they were, hanging about like this! He glared at them both, but they only stood there grinning. “You oafs!” Tamaki flung his hand out, as though banishing them. “Can you not give a man privacy?”
They laughed, and Tamaki’s face burned, but they withdrew.
“What’s going on, sempai?”
Sempai. Tamaki cringed at the word. How could Haruhi still see him as nothing but another student?
“New years is coming,” Tamaki managed, hating how Haruhi left him groping for words. He’d never had a problem before her! But she made his heart skip a beat and his knees grow weak. “I… are you doing anything?”
“Eh?”
Well, that had gone pathetically. Tamaki drew himself up to his full height and clenched his hands into fists.
“My family is hosting a gala for the new year,” Tamaki spouted out, drawing on reserves of strength he didn’t know he had. “It would be an honor if you would accompany me!”
“Eh?”
Haruhi was gaping at him. Tamaki offered a smile. He knew he was being watched. He didn’t care. All he cared about was Haruhi’s answer. Oh, he could see it now! He’d walk into the gala with her on his arm and all eyes would be on them! They’d be so jealous over his beautiful date, and so impressed that a mere commoner could hold herself with such grace and dignity!
“Thank you for the invitation,” Haruhi said, in her usual calm and amiable tone. “But I’d rather just stay home. Besides, you’d probably rather bring a real date to a family party.”
“A…a real date?” Tamaki recoiled, color draining from his face. But it was a real date! “But…”
“Besides, I don’t have anything to wear to a fancy party.”
“I…we…” Tamaki found himself at a loss for words.
“I was planning on cooking dinner for my dad anyway,” Haruhi just kept talking, seemingly unaware of Tamaki’s turmoil. He needed to do something!
“Then I will join you!” he announced, and Haruhi’s mouth dropped open.
“That isn’t necessary, Tamaki-sempai.”
“But… Haruhi!” Tamaki flailed. He opened and closed his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was torture, how casually Haruhi dismissed his affections! “We could…. I could…”
Haruhi tilted her head, watching him closely. “I guess it wouldn’t be a problem if you came by for a few minutes…”
Tamaki couldn’t restrain himself. He flung his arms around Haruhi and embraced her tightly. She squeaked and he didn’t release her.
“Oh Haruhi!”
“Tamaki-sempai… I can’t breathe.”
Tamaki released her, beaming. “You won’t regret this,” he promised her, and his expression radiated pure joy. Haruhi gasped, a small and quiet sound, and her eyes narrowed in thought.
“Tamaki… this isn’t a date,” she said, slowly. Tamaki flushed and glanced down at his feet, sheepish. She said that now, but once she realized how wonderful it was to be alone with him…
“Ahem. I hate to interrupt this touching moment, but customers are going to be arriving shortly.”
Tamaki hadn’t even heard Kyouya approach. But there he was, discreetly clearing his throat for attention. Haruhi closed her book and stood, giving Tamaki one last searching look before moving to join the twins.
One of these days, Tamaki vowed, Haruhi would realize that they were perfect for each other. He’d just have to help her along the way!
Title: He Went To Paris
Fandom: Ouran Host Club
Pairings: Kyouya/Renge, Kyouya/Haruhi
Spoilers: Episodes 4 and minor spoilers for episode 17
Rating: R
Word Count: 781
Summary: France was nothing like Japan - there was no Host Club here, and there was no Haruhi...
"He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own." - Jimmy Buffet
“I must say, Kyouya-san, that when my daughter joked she wanted to marry you I never expected to be welcoming you into my home as my son-in-law!”
Kyouya only inclined his head, politely. “It does both me and my family a great honor, Hoshakuji-sama. I am pleased you find me an acceptable match for your daughter.”
“Acceptable!” Kyouya restrained himself from wincing when the older man clapped him on the shoulder.
Yes. Acceptable. It was, all around, an acceptable situation. Renge’s family was wealthy, worldly and a marriage would strengthen the bonds between the families. It was a better match than had ever been expected of Kyouya, and yet another point in his favor. He regretted some that a trip to France had been necessary, but it gave him time to clear his head.
Or would, if he didn’t have to deal with Renge clinging to him. She was… a nice girl. Hardly the sort of woman that Kyouya honestly wanted as a life long partner, but he had long ago put aside what he wanted in favor of what was needed. And marriage to Renge was needed.
“Kyouya!” She was waiting for him, dolled up in the latest Parisian fashion and gripping a handbag. “You promised you’d go shopping with me, remember?”
“Of course.” It was easy enough to keep up his Host Club persona with her. He could be smooth and cool and collected, slightly distant and unaffectionate and it hardly bothered her. She was affectionate enough for the both of them.
Paris was nothing like home. In a way, he was thankful for that. Home carried too many memories right now, and Paris was a pleasant get away. There was no Tamaki to question and berate him, no twins to tease him, and no Haruhi….
Kyouya pushed the thought from his mind. It was silly and foolish to think on the girl. Ignoring the fact that she had never shown any interest in him, she was a commoner. She would never be accepted into his family and she would ruin any chance he had of succeeding his father.
He didn’t protest when Renge slipped her arm into his. She was his fiancé, after all. He didn’t protest when she dragged him to boutique after boutique, and carried her bags like good boyfriend would. And he didn’t protest when they stopped for dinner, and she fed him small treats off the end of her fork. He smiled and made polite conversation and appeared to be enjoying himself.
He didn’t protest, either, when they were back home and she pulled him gently into her room. He made a few remarks on propriety and chivalry, but Renge dismissed them. They were practically married, she was quick to inform him. So he didn’t protest when she eased him onto the bed and straddled his thighs and kissed him. She was pleasant enough to take to bed, though she was slightly too vocal for Kyouya’s tastes. How anyone could carry on a conversation the entire time, he had no idea.
Afterwards, he lay in bed beside her. She curled up to him, resting her head on his chest and speaking on and on about things Kyouya didn’t care about.
He doubted that Haruhi would consider coupling and the post-coital aftermath a prime time for conversation. And then he cursed himself mentally for thinking of Haruhi, and tried to focus on the woman that was nuzzling his neck and telling him that she loved him. Renge was the woman he was going to marry. And Haruhi would most likely give in to Tamaki’s demands for attention, and Tamaki’s family certainly wouldn’t care who their son married.
At least she would marry well. Tamaki could make her happy, Kyouya supposed. It didn’t do to dwell on what could have been. He would marry Renge and please his family and perhaps he’d stay on in Paris for a while. There were certainly plenty of opportunities in the city to make a name for himself.
Eventually, Renge drifted off to sleep. Kyouya slipped out of bed and dressed, quietly so as not to wake her. He would sleep with her and play the part of the attentive fiance, but he wouldn’t spend the night until they were married.
As he paused in the doorway, listening to the silence of the mansion, Kyouya wondered briefly if Haruhi ever thought of him.
Title: Everything
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count: 689
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Only Tamaki could make him feel that way. Only Tamaki could break down his walls. Only Tamaki could make him smile.
"You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?" - Lifehouse
“What do you think?”
Tamaki twirled, the long coat floating around his thighs like a woman’s skirt. Kyouya glanced up, his glasses low on his nose.
“You look like an idiot,” he said before glancing back down at his laptop. He was sitting on Tamaki’s bed, his back against a mountain of pillows while the other boy fretted and fussed over his wardrobe.
“Kyouya!” Tamaki pouted, his hands on his hips. “You’re so cruel.”
“Mmm.” There really was no arguing. Tamaki flounced and pranced a bit more, admiring himself in the mirror. Now and again, Kyouya would sneak a glance at the boisterous blond.
“Well…” Tamaki turned dramatically, his hair falling over one eye like some rakish pirate. “How about this?” Tamaki slipped the coat off of his shoulders and let it flutter to the floor. The sleeveless shirt he wore beneath clung to his lean frame.
“Better,” Kyouya said, lifting an eyebrow in appreciation.
“What are you busy with?” Tamaki demanded, throwing himself onto the bed at Kyouya’s feet. “It can’t be more interesting than me.”
“There are a good many things more interesting than you,” Kyouya said. To anyone who simply caught that snatch of conversation, they would assume the two were arguing. But both were smiling, and both knew the words were shared in flirtatiousness. Kyouya had never been anything close to romantic, not naturally. “But if you insist on knowing - I’m researching Universities.”
“Already?” Tamaki rolled over onto his back. “You’re going to give yourself an ulcer one of these days, you know.”
“It will impress my parents,” was all Kyouya said. Tamaki sighed and rolled once more, and Kyouya’s eyes narrowed as his laptop screen went black.
“Forget about your parents for now,” Tamaki said, the cord of the laptop held in his hand.
“Tamaki…”
“Don’t you ‘Tamaki’ me.” The blond sat up and tossed aside the cord. “You’re going to go mad if you don’t take a break.”
“I’ll take breaks at my own leisure, not yours.”
“If I waited for you, it would never happen.” Tamaki moved, and plucked the computer off of Kyouya’s lap.
“What do you want?” But Kyouya knew what Tamaki wanted. Attention, mainly, because the blond could never stand to be off to the sidelines in private moments like these.
“To see you smile,” Tamaki said, sprawling out between Kyouya’s legs now that the laptop wasn’t blocking him any longer. “You haven’t really smiled all day.”
Kyouya just stared. From anyone else, he would have dismissed the statement as mere flattery and flirtation. But Tamaki meant it. Tamaki meant everything he said. It still managed to surprise Kyouya, who never said what he meant. Kyouya was a walled fortress, Tamaki was an open field.
“Perhaps you simply haven’t exerted enough effort,” he said, tilting his head. Tamaki grinned and slid further up Kyouya’s body, until his hips were nestled between Kyouya’s thighs. Tamaki’s weight was warm and comfortable and he smelled like lavender and lemon.
“Is that so?” Tamaki’s lips found Kyouya’s neck, and Kyouya closed his eyes. Everything about Tamaki was passionate and warm and alive. His words, his actions, his kiss… Kyouya shivered as Tamaki licked and kissed his neck, moving up to his narrow jaw line. And here, in Tamaki’s bed, at the mercy of Tamaki’s lips, Kyouya could forget the pressure from his family, the demands of his father, the need to prove himself. Here, he could let go of fear and worry and simply give himself over to Tamaki’s attentions.
Here, in Tamaki’s bed, he could find some semblance of peace.
Title: I'm Still Here
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: Mori/Hunny
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Episode 7
Word Count: 565
Summary: With Hunny, Mori never felt that words were needed. There were other ways to say all that needed to be said.
"And you see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
And I want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?" - Goo Goo Dolls
“It’s late.”
There was much more that Mori could say, but the two simple words were enough. Words were, when one got right down to it, overused. It didn’t take much to say most things, so why bother wasting words?
“Aw… I’m not tired!”
Mori only raised his eyebrows. He bent and picked Hunny up, tossing the smaller teen over his shoulder easily. Hunny laughed, and grasped Mori’s neck. They made such an odd pair, the tall dark silent teen and the sunny, loud blond one. But they had always been together, and they always would be. Mori had promised.
“Bed,” he said, carrying Hunny up the stairs. He took his oaths seriously, and it was a school night. Midnight was certainly time for both of them to be in bed. And there were no protests from Hunny, who knew the ritual as well as Mori did.
Hunny’s room was strangely stark, considering the boy’s love of stuffed things and colors. There were small traces, here and there, but books and expensive statues were the main décor of the small teenager’s personal room. The decoration had been handled by a professional.
Mori dropped Hunny onto his bed and Hunny wiggled under the covers, grinning broadly. Mori perched on the edge of the bed and stroked Hunny’s hair, not speaking. He didn’t have to speak, not here. Everything he wanted to say was conveyed by actions. He twined his fingers through Hunny’s soft curls, a small smile curbing up his lips.
“We should go to the park this weekend,” Hunny murmured, slipping down further between his blankets. Mori only nodded. He drew the covers up to Hunny’s chin and smoothed them down, a warmth in his eyes that was reserved for these moments and these moments alone.
“You can stay, you know…”
“No.” Mori shook his head and his fingers trailed briefly over the warm round of Hunny’s cheek. He knew he could stay, but he shouldn’t. He never had and he never would. And they both knew that was the way it was, and Hunny only protested because he always had. And he always would.
“Wake me up?” he asked, eyes big and wide. Mori nodded. He bent and pressed a kiss to Hunny’s forehead, and Hunny tilted his head to catch Mori’s lips for only a minute. It was a brief kiss, sweet and fleeting and the only sort of kiss they had ever shared. But it was enough, because it said everything that Mori never bothered to say with words. With Hunny, he needed no words. Hunny knew him better than anyone else, understood him in ways no other could. And that simple, single kiss shared each night before bed was a constant reminder.
“Sleep,” Mori said, standing up and smoothing down his pants. Hunny mumbled something and turned onto his side, already giving in to sleep. Mori watched him for a moment and then left to retire to his own room. His alarm was set for five in the morning, so he could awaken Hunny before anyone else.
Even if he never spent the night, they were both the last thing the other saw before sleep and the first thing upon waking.
It's that time again! Needed to stroke the creative muscles, so I stuck my playlist on shuffle and the first
Title: As Lover's Go
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: Tamaki/Haruhi
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 824
Summary: Haruhi made him feel things he'd never felt before - she left him feeling clumsy and tongue tied. Surely, this was real love!
"She said "I've gotta be honest,
you're wasting your time if you're fishing round here."
and I said "you must be mistaken,
cause I’m not fooling...this feeling is real" - Dashboard Confessional
Suou Tamaki was a young man possessed by many emotions. But the one that he rarely felt, the one that preyed upon him so rarely that he nearly didn’t recognize it, was fear. A specific sort of fear, a nervous and twisting fear. But he felt it now, dancing from foot to foot surrounded by the comforting wall of the rest of the Host Club. Minus Haruhi.
“Eh. Just do it, my lord.”
Tamaki couldn’t tell which of the twins had spoken. And it really didn’t matter. His attention was riveted on Haruhi, bent over some school book studying. For some reason, walking across the room and speaking to her was a task that seemed more difficult than scaling a mountain.
There was more speaking around him, but he didn’t hear. Not until he was grabbed on either side, each twin holding and arm, and was dragged protesting across the room.
“Eh?” Haruhi looked up as Tamaki was pulled, twisting and protesting, right up to her. Tamaki didn’t like how this was going at all. He cleared his throat, already flushed, words not coming for once.
“Haru-chan!” The twins spoke in unison. “Our Lord has something to ask you!”
“Tamaki-sempai?” Haruhi was watching him with calm, curious eyes. Tamaki felt like he was going to melt. Had any other girl been possessed of such beautiful eyes?
“Ahem.” Tamaki cleared his throat once more and shook off the twins. Vultures, they were, hanging about like this! He glared at them both, but they only stood there grinning. “You oafs!” Tamaki flung his hand out, as though banishing them. “Can you not give a man privacy?”
They laughed, and Tamaki’s face burned, but they withdrew.
“What’s going on, sempai?”
Sempai. Tamaki cringed at the word. How could Haruhi still see him as nothing but another student?
“New years is coming,” Tamaki managed, hating how Haruhi left him groping for words. He’d never had a problem before her! But she made his heart skip a beat and his knees grow weak. “I… are you doing anything?”
“Eh?”
Well, that had gone pathetically. Tamaki drew himself up to his full height and clenched his hands into fists.
“My family is hosting a gala for the new year,” Tamaki spouted out, drawing on reserves of strength he didn’t know he had. “It would be an honor if you would accompany me!”
“Eh?”
Haruhi was gaping at him. Tamaki offered a smile. He knew he was being watched. He didn’t care. All he cared about was Haruhi’s answer. Oh, he could see it now! He’d walk into the gala with her on his arm and all eyes would be on them! They’d be so jealous over his beautiful date, and so impressed that a mere commoner could hold herself with such grace and dignity!
“Thank you for the invitation,” Haruhi said, in her usual calm and amiable tone. “But I’d rather just stay home. Besides, you’d probably rather bring a real date to a family party.”
“A…a real date?” Tamaki recoiled, color draining from his face. But it was a real date! “But…”
“Besides, I don’t have anything to wear to a fancy party.”
“I…we…” Tamaki found himself at a loss for words.
“I was planning on cooking dinner for my dad anyway,” Haruhi just kept talking, seemingly unaware of Tamaki’s turmoil. He needed to do something!
“Then I will join you!” he announced, and Haruhi’s mouth dropped open.
“That isn’t necessary, Tamaki-sempai.”
“But… Haruhi!” Tamaki flailed. He opened and closed his mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was torture, how casually Haruhi dismissed his affections! “We could…. I could…”
Haruhi tilted her head, watching him closely. “I guess it wouldn’t be a problem if you came by for a few minutes…”
Tamaki couldn’t restrain himself. He flung his arms around Haruhi and embraced her tightly. She squeaked and he didn’t release her.
“Oh Haruhi!”
“Tamaki-sempai… I can’t breathe.”
Tamaki released her, beaming. “You won’t regret this,” he promised her, and his expression radiated pure joy. Haruhi gasped, a small and quiet sound, and her eyes narrowed in thought.
“Tamaki… this isn’t a date,” she said, slowly. Tamaki flushed and glanced down at his feet, sheepish. She said that now, but once she realized how wonderful it was to be alone with him…
“Ahem. I hate to interrupt this touching moment, but customers are going to be arriving shortly.”
Tamaki hadn’t even heard Kyouya approach. But there he was, discreetly clearing his throat for attention. Haruhi closed her book and stood, giving Tamaki one last searching look before moving to join the twins.
One of these days, Tamaki vowed, Haruhi would realize that they were perfect for each other. He’d just have to help her along the way!
Title: He Went To Paris
Fandom: Ouran Host Club
Pairings: Kyouya/Renge, Kyouya/Haruhi
Spoilers: Episodes 4 and minor spoilers for episode 17
Rating: R
Word Count: 781
Summary: France was nothing like Japan - there was no Host Club here, and there was no Haruhi...
"He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own." - Jimmy Buffet
“I must say, Kyouya-san, that when my daughter joked she wanted to marry you I never expected to be welcoming you into my home as my son-in-law!”
Kyouya only inclined his head, politely. “It does both me and my family a great honor, Hoshakuji-sama. I am pleased you find me an acceptable match for your daughter.”
“Acceptable!” Kyouya restrained himself from wincing when the older man clapped him on the shoulder.
Yes. Acceptable. It was, all around, an acceptable situation. Renge’s family was wealthy, worldly and a marriage would strengthen the bonds between the families. It was a better match than had ever been expected of Kyouya, and yet another point in his favor. He regretted some that a trip to France had been necessary, but it gave him time to clear his head.
Or would, if he didn’t have to deal with Renge clinging to him. She was… a nice girl. Hardly the sort of woman that Kyouya honestly wanted as a life long partner, but he had long ago put aside what he wanted in favor of what was needed. And marriage to Renge was needed.
“Kyouya!” She was waiting for him, dolled up in the latest Parisian fashion and gripping a handbag. “You promised you’d go shopping with me, remember?”
“Of course.” It was easy enough to keep up his Host Club persona with her. He could be smooth and cool and collected, slightly distant and unaffectionate and it hardly bothered her. She was affectionate enough for the both of them.
Paris was nothing like home. In a way, he was thankful for that. Home carried too many memories right now, and Paris was a pleasant get away. There was no Tamaki to question and berate him, no twins to tease him, and no Haruhi….
Kyouya pushed the thought from his mind. It was silly and foolish to think on the girl. Ignoring the fact that she had never shown any interest in him, she was a commoner. She would never be accepted into his family and she would ruin any chance he had of succeeding his father.
He didn’t protest when Renge slipped her arm into his. She was his fiancé, after all. He didn’t protest when she dragged him to boutique after boutique, and carried her bags like good boyfriend would. And he didn’t protest when they stopped for dinner, and she fed him small treats off the end of her fork. He smiled and made polite conversation and appeared to be enjoying himself.
He didn’t protest, either, when they were back home and she pulled him gently into her room. He made a few remarks on propriety and chivalry, but Renge dismissed them. They were practically married, she was quick to inform him. So he didn’t protest when she eased him onto the bed and straddled his thighs and kissed him. She was pleasant enough to take to bed, though she was slightly too vocal for Kyouya’s tastes. How anyone could carry on a conversation the entire time, he had no idea.
Afterwards, he lay in bed beside her. She curled up to him, resting her head on his chest and speaking on and on about things Kyouya didn’t care about.
He doubted that Haruhi would consider coupling and the post-coital aftermath a prime time for conversation. And then he cursed himself mentally for thinking of Haruhi, and tried to focus on the woman that was nuzzling his neck and telling him that she loved him. Renge was the woman he was going to marry. And Haruhi would most likely give in to Tamaki’s demands for attention, and Tamaki’s family certainly wouldn’t care who their son married.
At least she would marry well. Tamaki could make her happy, Kyouya supposed. It didn’t do to dwell on what could have been. He would marry Renge and please his family and perhaps he’d stay on in Paris for a while. There were certainly plenty of opportunities in the city to make a name for himself.
Eventually, Renge drifted off to sleep. Kyouya slipped out of bed and dressed, quietly so as not to wake her. He would sleep with her and play the part of the attentive fiance, but he wouldn’t spend the night until they were married.
As he paused in the doorway, listening to the silence of the mansion, Kyouya wondered briefly if Haruhi ever thought of him.
Title: Everything
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count: 689
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Only Tamaki could make him feel that way. Only Tamaki could break down his walls. Only Tamaki could make him smile.
"You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?" - Lifehouse
“What do you think?”
Tamaki twirled, the long coat floating around his thighs like a woman’s skirt. Kyouya glanced up, his glasses low on his nose.
“You look like an idiot,” he said before glancing back down at his laptop. He was sitting on Tamaki’s bed, his back against a mountain of pillows while the other boy fretted and fussed over his wardrobe.
“Kyouya!” Tamaki pouted, his hands on his hips. “You’re so cruel.”
“Mmm.” There really was no arguing. Tamaki flounced and pranced a bit more, admiring himself in the mirror. Now and again, Kyouya would sneak a glance at the boisterous blond.
“Well…” Tamaki turned dramatically, his hair falling over one eye like some rakish pirate. “How about this?” Tamaki slipped the coat off of his shoulders and let it flutter to the floor. The sleeveless shirt he wore beneath clung to his lean frame.
“Better,” Kyouya said, lifting an eyebrow in appreciation.
“What are you busy with?” Tamaki demanded, throwing himself onto the bed at Kyouya’s feet. “It can’t be more interesting than me.”
“There are a good many things more interesting than you,” Kyouya said. To anyone who simply caught that snatch of conversation, they would assume the two were arguing. But both were smiling, and both knew the words were shared in flirtatiousness. Kyouya had never been anything close to romantic, not naturally. “But if you insist on knowing - I’m researching Universities.”
“Already?” Tamaki rolled over onto his back. “You’re going to give yourself an ulcer one of these days, you know.”
“It will impress my parents,” was all Kyouya said. Tamaki sighed and rolled once more, and Kyouya’s eyes narrowed as his laptop screen went black.
“Forget about your parents for now,” Tamaki said, the cord of the laptop held in his hand.
“Tamaki…”
“Don’t you ‘Tamaki’ me.” The blond sat up and tossed aside the cord. “You’re going to go mad if you don’t take a break.”
“I’ll take breaks at my own leisure, not yours.”
“If I waited for you, it would never happen.” Tamaki moved, and plucked the computer off of Kyouya’s lap.
“What do you want?” But Kyouya knew what Tamaki wanted. Attention, mainly, because the blond could never stand to be off to the sidelines in private moments like these.
“To see you smile,” Tamaki said, sprawling out between Kyouya’s legs now that the laptop wasn’t blocking him any longer. “You haven’t really smiled all day.”
Kyouya just stared. From anyone else, he would have dismissed the statement as mere flattery and flirtation. But Tamaki meant it. Tamaki meant everything he said. It still managed to surprise Kyouya, who never said what he meant. Kyouya was a walled fortress, Tamaki was an open field.
“Perhaps you simply haven’t exerted enough effort,” he said, tilting his head. Tamaki grinned and slid further up Kyouya’s body, until his hips were nestled between Kyouya’s thighs. Tamaki’s weight was warm and comfortable and he smelled like lavender and lemon.
“Is that so?” Tamaki’s lips found Kyouya’s neck, and Kyouya closed his eyes. Everything about Tamaki was passionate and warm and alive. His words, his actions, his kiss… Kyouya shivered as Tamaki licked and kissed his neck, moving up to his narrow jaw line. And here, in Tamaki’s bed, at the mercy of Tamaki’s lips, Kyouya could forget the pressure from his family, the demands of his father, the need to prove himself. Here, he could let go of fear and worry and simply give himself over to Tamaki’s attentions.
Here, in Tamaki’s bed, he could find some semblance of peace.
Title: I'm Still Here
Fandom: Ouran
Pairing: Mori/Hunny
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Episode 7
Word Count: 565
Summary: With Hunny, Mori never felt that words were needed. There were other ways to say all that needed to be said.
"And you see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
And I want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?" - Goo Goo Dolls
“It’s late.”
There was much more that Mori could say, but the two simple words were enough. Words were, when one got right down to it, overused. It didn’t take much to say most things, so why bother wasting words?
“Aw… I’m not tired!”
Mori only raised his eyebrows. He bent and picked Hunny up, tossing the smaller teen over his shoulder easily. Hunny laughed, and grasped Mori’s neck. They made such an odd pair, the tall dark silent teen and the sunny, loud blond one. But they had always been together, and they always would be. Mori had promised.
“Bed,” he said, carrying Hunny up the stairs. He took his oaths seriously, and it was a school night. Midnight was certainly time for both of them to be in bed. And there were no protests from Hunny, who knew the ritual as well as Mori did.
Hunny’s room was strangely stark, considering the boy’s love of stuffed things and colors. There were small traces, here and there, but books and expensive statues were the main décor of the small teenager’s personal room. The decoration had been handled by a professional.
Mori dropped Hunny onto his bed and Hunny wiggled under the covers, grinning broadly. Mori perched on the edge of the bed and stroked Hunny’s hair, not speaking. He didn’t have to speak, not here. Everything he wanted to say was conveyed by actions. He twined his fingers through Hunny’s soft curls, a small smile curbing up his lips.
“We should go to the park this weekend,” Hunny murmured, slipping down further between his blankets. Mori only nodded. He drew the covers up to Hunny’s chin and smoothed them down, a warmth in his eyes that was reserved for these moments and these moments alone.
“You can stay, you know…”
“No.” Mori shook his head and his fingers trailed briefly over the warm round of Hunny’s cheek. He knew he could stay, but he shouldn’t. He never had and he never would. And they both knew that was the way it was, and Hunny only protested because he always had. And he always would.
“Wake me up?” he asked, eyes big and wide. Mori nodded. He bent and pressed a kiss to Hunny’s forehead, and Hunny tilted his head to catch Mori’s lips for only a minute. It was a brief kiss, sweet and fleeting and the only sort of kiss they had ever shared. But it was enough, because it said everything that Mori never bothered to say with words. With Hunny, he needed no words. Hunny knew him better than anyone else, understood him in ways no other could. And that simple, single kiss shared each night before bed was a constant reminder.
“Sleep,” Mori said, standing up and smoothing down his pants. Hunny mumbled something and turned onto his side, already giving in to sleep. Mori watched him for a moment and then left to retire to his own room. His alarm was set for five in the morning, so he could awaken Hunny before anyone else.
Even if he never spent the night, they were both the last thing the other saw before sleep and the first thing upon waking.