Within My Fantasy
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+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,338
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Within My Fantasy
He was perfect. Everything about him shone with an intense beauty. His movements were more graceful than any dancer, and his voice was smoother than all the silk in the world. The sunlight from the open window turned his golden hair into a halo, framing a face that would make an angel jealous. And his eyes: deep seductive pools of amethyst that pulled you in and held you captive in their gaze. No human alive could resist the charm and allure of the Host Club’s King. And Kyoya Ootori was nothing, if not human.
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He sat at his desk and stared sedately at the screen of his laptop. Endless strings of numbers danced their beautiful dance across the page, adding zero after zero to the ending count. This was his favorite part of the day; no more girls to entertain, costumes to wear, fights to break-up, records to keep, bills to pay or debts to collect. But especially, there was no more need to hide behind his mask of apathy while the person he loved fawned over countless other people and fell hopeless in love with someone not him. No; for now, there was just him and the never ending line of zeros.
Kyoya removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. As much as he hated playing the gentleman for the clients and keeping the peace between the other club members, he truly appreciated the distraction. If not for that, he would spend the entire time just watching Tamaki. It was easier to keep his eyes from wandering during class periods, (letting his grades slip because he was too busy mentally undressing the top student was completely unacceptable) but it posed a very serious problem during club hours. Several times Haruhi had come up to him to ask if he was feeling well, that he seemed dazed and out of it. He’d brushed her off with some weak excuses about not getting enough sleep and returned to what he was supposed to be doing with no one the wiser. He hoped.
If anyone ever found out that the third son of the Ootori family was gay, and for the heir of the Suoh family no less, his life would be over. His family would disown him, he’d be thrown out of school and he’d lose the reputation he’d worked so hard to build. And Tamaki? Tamaki would hate him for the rest of his life. Possibly longer.
He sighed and lay his head down on the desk. Being renowned or popular or even recognized by his family wasn’t really that important to him, but loosing Tamaki, even just as a friend, would destroy him. That was why he stayed in the Host Club, forcing himself to be pleasant and sweet to the young women of the school. The club made Tamaki happy, and it was a perfect excuse for Kyoya to spend more time with the man he loved. Sitting back up, he replaced his glasses on his nose and got back to work on his finance report.
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The skin beneath his hands began to quiver in anticipation. He gently touched his lips to the soft flesh just under his partner’s ear and smirked pleasantly when he heard a soft moan in response. Leaving a trail of kisses behind, he slowly kissed down the exposed abdomen until he reached the hot, straining member between his partner’s legs. He licked along the shaft, teasing and tormenting until there was no pause between the moans of ecstasy. Hands on his head gently urged him to move back up where soft lips enveloped his own, kissing him so passionately he could feel his own erection begin to strain. As he pulled away from the kiss for air, his partner reached up and brushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes.
“I love you Kyoya.”
“I know. I love you too, Tamaki.”
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Kyoya started as his alarm clock shocked him out of his dream and he leaned over and hit the off button violently. Tossing aside his covers, he found that his dream had left him a bit more than slightly aroused. He was about to take himself in hand to take care of the problem, when someone pounded on his door.
“Kyoya? Suoh is here and wants to know if you’d like to ride to school together today.” His sister was always annoyingly chipper in the mornings.
“Sure. Tell him to wait in the parlor. I’ll be down in a minute.”
After her retreating footsteps assured him she was no longer standing outside the door, Kyoya sighed and glared at his little problem, willing it away. He thought again of taking care of it, but knew that as soon as Tamaki knew they were riding to school together he’d be up in Kyoya’s room, urging him to hurry. And so, putting his dream behind him and grabbing his uniform, he went to take a cold shower.
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He sat at his desk and stared sedately at the screen of his laptop. Endless strings of numbers danced their beautiful dance across the page, adding zero after zero to the ending count. This was his favorite part of the day; no more girls to entertain, costumes to wear, fights to break-up, records to keep, bills to pay or debts to collect. But especially, there was no more need to hide behind his mask of apathy while the person he loved fawned over countless other people and fell hopeless in love with someone not him. No; for now, there was just him and the never ending line of zeros.
Kyoya removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. As much as he hated playing the gentleman for the clients and keeping the peace between the other club members, he truly appreciated the distraction. If not for that, he would spend the entire time just watching Tamaki. It was easier to keep his eyes from wandering during class periods, (letting his grades slip because he was too busy mentally undressing the top student was completely unacceptable) but it posed a very serious problem during club hours. Several times Haruhi had come up to him to ask if he was feeling well, that he seemed dazed and out of it. He’d brushed her off with some weak excuses about not getting enough sleep and returned to what he was supposed to be doing with no one the wiser. He hoped.
If anyone ever found out that the third son of the Ootori family was gay, and for the heir of the Suoh family no less, his life would be over. His family would disown him, he’d be thrown out of school and he’d lose the reputation he’d worked so hard to build. And Tamaki? Tamaki would hate him for the rest of his life. Possibly longer.
He sighed and lay his head down on the desk. Being renowned or popular or even recognized by his family wasn’t really that important to him, but loosing Tamaki, even just as a friend, would destroy him. That was why he stayed in the Host Club, forcing himself to be pleasant and sweet to the young women of the school. The club made Tamaki happy, and it was a perfect excuse for Kyoya to spend more time with the man he loved. Sitting back up, he replaced his glasses on his nose and got back to work on his finance report.
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The skin beneath his hands began to quiver in anticipation. He gently touched his lips to the soft flesh just under his partner’s ear and smirked pleasantly when he heard a soft moan in response. Leaving a trail of kisses behind, he slowly kissed down the exposed abdomen until he reached the hot, straining member between his partner’s legs. He licked along the shaft, teasing and tormenting until there was no pause between the moans of ecstasy. Hands on his head gently urged him to move back up where soft lips enveloped his own, kissing him so passionately he could feel his own erection begin to strain. As he pulled away from the kiss for air, his partner reached up and brushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes.
“I love you Kyoya.”
“I know. I love you too, Tamaki.”
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Kyoya started as his alarm clock shocked him out of his dream and he leaned over and hit the off button violently. Tossing aside his covers, he found that his dream had left him a bit more than slightly aroused. He was about to take himself in hand to take care of the problem, when someone pounded on his door.
“Kyoya? Suoh is here and wants to know if you’d like to ride to school together today.” His sister was always annoyingly chipper in the mornings.
“Sure. Tell him to wait in the parlor. I’ll be down in a minute.”
After her retreating footsteps assured him she was no longer standing outside the door, Kyoya sighed and glared at his little problem, willing it away. He thought again of taking care of it, but knew that as soon as Tamaki knew they were riding to school together he’d be up in Kyoya’s room, urging him to hurry. And so, putting his dream behind him and grabbing his uniform, he went to take a cold shower.