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We Will Rock You	By : Bloodysyren Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4648 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-We Will Rock You
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Tamaki swayed his hips smoothly and glided around the Third Music Room after everyone had gone home. The only other person in the room, who was eyeing him with a smug, all-knowing smile, was Kyouya, who turned back to his work with a smirk. The rock music blared over the hidden speakers in the huge room and the sound was amplified further by the excellent acoustics.

Even though Kyouya was quiet and reserved, the one guilty pleasure he had was heavy, head-pounding rock music. The other was that sultry blonde swaying his hips in low-rise tight black leather pants.

The one thing Kyouya knew and no one else was that the King of the Host Club had a weakness for leather and chains. In more than one way. Filling in all of the expenses for this week�s hosting, Kyouya finally saved his work, closed his laptop and rested his head back against the finely upholstered chair, staring up at the ceiling. This was one of his favourite songs. He lip-synched a little: �Came in from the city, walked into the door, I turn around, I heard a sound of footsteps on the floor. Was just like addiction, now I�m hooked on you. I need some time to get it right, you�re love�s gonna see me through��

For some reason, he had always liked this song. It was one of his favourites: Terminal Choice�s remake of that 80�s song Don�t Go. He leaned his head to one side and opened his eyes lazily, watching Tamaki grind and twist in the large room, his hips sliding from side to side so wonderfully.

None of the other Hosts knew that this was what they did when everyone was gone. Sometimes, when they were all alone, late at night, on a night like this one, the boys would crank up the music, slip on something cool and rock out all night long.

But, on this particular night, Tamaki had surprised Kyouya and tried something a little different. Kyouya was finishing up his work and heard the familiar buzz of the speakers and the click of the CD player. First, one or two good songs, and then this one came on. Not only that, but Tamaki was moving around and dancing so seductively that Kyouya couldn�t help but look. Whenever the blonde boy moved, Kyouya could feel his hands clench and his eyes following those sharp, exposed hips. The leather pants that clung to Tamaki�s skin were smooth and soft-looking.

Still clad in his uniform, Kyouya felt a little out of place with the unconventional rock music and his sexy counterpart dancing like a stripper. Tamaki turned to Kyouya and sauntered over, lip-synching a few lines: �Baby make your mind up give me what you got. Fix me with your lovin' shut the door and turn the lock . Hey go get the doctor, doctor came to late. Another night I feel alright my love for you can't wait.�

�Kyouya, why don�t you dance with me?�

�That�s ok, I prefer to watch you.�

�But you have to dance with me, I�m all lonely out here with no company, and you can�t just watch all night.�

�Yes I can. I like to. Do you have a problem with that?� Kyouya questioned.

�I do.� Tamaki said, starting to undo the buttons of his red silk shirt.

�You can�t just look all night, that�s no fun. And we�re both here to have fun, right?� He let the shirt slide off of his shoulders and down his arms. Taking it in one hand, he tossed it to Kyouya and drifted away, his hips swaying to the music as he bent over and looked at Kyouya for a second from between his legs. Who knew that Tamaki was so flexible?

Kyouya couldn�t do anything but stare as Tamaki�s hands slid up his legs, to his hips and above his head, body still swaying back and forth hypnotically. Kyouya stood up and shrugged off his uniform jacket, removed his glasses and loosened his tie walking over to the fiery blonde.

�So, are you finally going to dance with me?� Tamaki questioned.

�Something like that.� Kyouya answered.

Tamaki grabbed the black-haired boy by his tie and moved his hips to the beat. Kyouya gasped as Tamaki suddenly kissed him hard, wanting to taste the younger boy�s mouth. It had always looked so sweet and soft, but Tamaki had never imagined that it was more than he had dreamed of. The Shadow King�s lips were a light pink, but when Tamaki finally released his mouth from the kiss, they were a deep flushed red, swollen and moist.

Tamaki lowered his eyes to lusty slits. �I have something for you, my Shadow King.�

�Oh?� Kyouya wondered what it could be. Tamaki rarely gave him gifts. This was rare indeed. Tamaki bounded out of the room and returned with a long, dark red box. He held out his arms to Kyouya who removed the top and looked in, as if Tamaki had given him a rabid cobra as a gift. Instead, he pulled out a pair of soft black leather pants.

�What am I supposed to do with them?� Kyouya asked.

�You wear them, silly.� Tamaki answered.

Kyouya raised an eyebrow. He had to admit, he adored rock music and seeing Tamaki in tight low leather pants, but he never thought that he could wear such a sexy, eye-catching garment.

�Are you sure, Tamaki, I don�t know, they seem kind of small.�

�Don�t worry,� Tamaki reassured him, shoving him into the dressing room, �I ordered them to your exact specifications.�

Kyouya gulped. How did Tamaki get a hold of his pant measurements? And where did he get these from? A foreign country? They seemed really high quality, but so small.

He shrugged and stripped off his shirt and tie, folding them and laying them on a chair. Then followed his pants and finally, realizing that the pants wouldn�t fit unless he was completely�.naked, he pulled off his boxers and slid one leg into the pants. He let out a shudder of pleasure. No wonder Tamaki liked leather, he could never understand why the King was so enamoured with it, but now he understood.

Sliding his other leg in, he exhaled hard, remembering to breathe. Pulling the pants up he gave a little jump, settling everything and then going about sliding up the zipper carefully, not wanting to catch anything in anything else. Doing that only once had taught him a good lesson he wouldn�t soon forget.

He heard something slide under the dressing room curtain and turned around to see a studded, chained belt at his feet.

�Put it on for me, would you?� He heard a deep voice utter close by. �I want to see you in it.�

Kyouya smiled a little and put the belt on too. Sliding his hands up his thighs made him sigh, loving the feeling of the leather beneath his fingers. So soft and smooth, just like how he imagined Tamaki�s skin to be. Thinking of that caused his brain to splutter and lock onto that kiss a few minutes ago. His breath hitched and he could feel his heart racing.

�Hey, Kyo, are you ok in there? Need any help?� Came the slightly teasing voice from the other side of the curtain.

�No, I got it, just a minute.�

�Uhh, hurry up.� He could hear the pleading whine in Tamaki�s voice and smiled.

Pulling back the curtain with a sharp tug, he looked directly into Tamaki�s eyes and gauged his reaction. The blonde�s eyes were huge and sparkly, kind of like the way they were when he was imagining Haruhi in some cute outfit. But this time there was something else in them: a hint of lust and desire glinting through them.

Kyouya could feel his face flush a little bit as he walked slightly awkwardly towards Tamaki. The awkward feeling quickly dissipated as the soft leather rubbed lightly against his cock, causing him to blush a little deeper red at the sensation. Tamaki noticed his blush and smiled wide.

�You like them, huh?�

�Yeah, they�re really�.nice.�

�I bet that you�d look even better out of them.�

Kyouya blushed again as Tamaki walked up to him and kissed him, sliding a skilled hand in between the Shadow King�s legs. Kyouya�s legs buckled as he shuddered beneath Tamaki�s firm touch. Tamaki smirked against Kyouya�s mouth, noticing how hard his Shadow King was getting in his hand. Kyouya let out a little gasp of surprise as Tamaki�s lips sucked on his throat and his teeth nibbled along his shoulder.

The warm heat from Tamaki�s mouth sent a spark of fire down to his groin and Kyouya groaned in spite of himself, relaxing against Tamaki�s hands. The Shadow King felt Tamaki�s other hand slide around his waist and press their bodies together. Hips meeting hips, the constricting press of skin to skin as Kyouya draped his arms around Tamaki�s neck and the King bit roughly into Kyouya�s neck. Tossing his head back, Kyouya let out a groan and clutched Tamaki�s shoulders hard, their hard cocks pressing against each other through layers of smooth, soft leather.

Tamaki shuddered against Kyouya�s body, loving the sounds being torn from his dark prince�s pale throat. His hands roamed over Kyouya�s smooth chest and down to his hips, a thumb tracing the sharp jut of a bone.

�I wonder what you taste like?� Tamaki asked, pushing Kyouya back into the dressing room, knocking his clothes off of the chair as he pushed his prince down into the plush seat. The �whrr� of the curtain could be heard as Tamaki grabbed a fistful of Kyouya�s hair and sank his teeth into that milky flesh again. Tamaki squeezed Kyouya�s erection through his pants again and the Shadow King let out a loud whimper.

�Yes, that�s what I want to hear from you. Cry, pant, scream. No one can hear you, my Dark Prince.� Tamaki teased, rubbing his thumb over the underside of Kyouya�s cock, still encased in the cool leather. Kyouya whimpered again and looked up at Tamaki, pleading with his eyes.

Tamaki squeezed, Kyouya moaned. Biting at his neck, Tamaki sucked at the tender flesh and undid the button and zipper of the pants, finally sliding his fingers over the soft, warm flesh of the Shadow King�s erection. Kyouya nearly screamed when Tamaki pulled him free from the confines of the pants and slid his finger over Kyouya�s moistened tip, feeling the pre-cum seep out and sliding his thumb over the underside of Kyouya�s cock, hard and smooth.

It was like velvet, like silk. Tamaki had never felt anything so soft or felt anything so hard. He slowly lowered himself onto his knees in front of his prince and placed a hand on Kyouya�s thigh, the other squeezing his cock hard and sliding his hand up and down. Kyouya looked so helpless and needy. His eyes were lidded and sultry, the pants were sliding off of his hips now, exposing soft black curls. He tilted his head back and buried a hand in Tamaki�s golden hair.

�Taste me.� He said, a challenging smile crossing his face. Tamaki bent down and flicked his tongue out over the tip. The hand in his hair tightened and Kyouya�s hips thrust up, wanting to be completely engulfed by Tamaki�s sweet, warm mouth. Tamaki pulled away and squeezed with his hand again, exhaling over the tip, causing the Shadow King�s cock to twitch. Tamaki smiled and licked up the shaft, causing a gasp of pleasure from his victim.

Kyouya�s eyes drifted closed and his head fell back against the back of the chair. He lifted Tamaki�s chin and made him stand. The Shadow King then unlaced Tamaki�s pants and slid them down past his hips and thighs. Kyouya let a sigh escape his lips and he looked bewildered at the hard shaft before him. He ran his thin, pale fingers up Tamaki�s shaft, causing the blonde to bite his lip and groan, tilting his head back as he felt Kyouya�s skilled fingers squeeze him tightly.

The Shadow King slid his fingers underneath Tamaki�s balls and pressed his finger against the tight entrance. The King�s knees buckled beneath him and he moaned in spite of himself. Kyouya pressed in a little deeper, gently, up to the first knuckle. Tamaki whimpered. Up to the second, he panted, needy. Finally, up to the third, the King nearly screamed with pleasure. With his eyes sparkling and deep blue, Tamaki finally choked out,

�Take me, Kyouya.�

�Hmm?� Tamaki gazed up with his slate grey eyes at his king. Tamaki took a step towards Kyouya, his cock at attention, nearly touching Kyouya�s chest. He couldn�t help but run a teasing finger up the smooth shaft. Tamaki shuddered beneath his touch.

�Take me, Kyouya. I need it.� He grasped the Shadow King�s shoulders and pushed him back in the chair. Tamaki straddled kyouya�s hips, his cock sliding in between Tamaki�s ass. Kyouya was the one to shudder this time and closed his eyes and Tamaki moved slowly, the friction feeling so very good against his aching cock.

Kyouya reached back and slid two fingers gently into his Prince this time, watching the pale chest heave and the blonde hair thrown back, that perfect mouth open, gasping as Kyouya�s fingers moved faster inside of him. Tamaki was moaning loudly as Kyouya finally removed his fingers and lifted Tamaki�s hips gently.

�Are you sure that this is what you want, Tamaki?� He questioned. Tamaki only slid down onto his aching shaft slowly, his breath hitched and he groaned into Tamaki�s shoulder as his cock slid smoothly past the first ring of muscle. Tamaki bit into Kyouya�s shoulder as he raised his hips slightly and without warning tightened all of his muscles and slid all of the way down onto Kyouya�s shaft, impaling himself fully on the wonderfully hard member of his Shadow King.

Kyouya let out a low scream of utter pleasure and pulled Tamaki close to him, kissing his neck and chest. His body tensed up when the King�s did and he shuddered in time with Tamaki. He never knew that this could feel so good! Tamaki was so tight and hot and�oh! Dear kami-sama! So mind-blowingly wonderful! He wanted to stay like this forever. But then Tamaki started to move, rocking his hips back and forth, making little sighs of pleasure. Kyouya opened his eyes and gazed at his blonde angel, cheeks flushed, lips pink and pouty. He leaned in and devoured that perfect mouth. Tamaki slid his tongue into Kyouya�s and rocked his hips again, causing them both to moan deeply.

Tamaki grasped Kyouya�s hips and leaned back. For a split second, things went in slow motion, Tamaki had dragged Kyouya with him and with a thud, they had landed on the floor. With that force, Kyouya had slid as deep as he could possibly go into Tamaki�s smooth ass and Tamaki arched into the sensation, pushing Kyouya�s hips down hard and spreading his legs wider.

Kyouya groaned and kept up the pace, slamming hard into his King over and over again. He slid a hand around to Tamaki�s shaft, squeezing and pumping hard, his palm slick with sweat and pre-cum. Tamaki was so close to the edge and with a loud cry spilled his seed over Kyouya�s fist. Moments later, Kyouya gasped his King�s name and released into the warm, tight ass.

The Shadow King collapsed, weak and happy onto Tamaki and rested his head against the blonde�s shoulder, kissing it gently. After a few minutes Kyouya opened his eyes and kissed Tamaki gently on the lips.

�Hey Tamakai?�

�Yes, my Shadow King?�

�Thanks for the pants.�

�Anytime.�
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