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Mending Tamaki	By : Angebex Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High school host club or it's characters. I am not being paid to write this fiction. Contains self harm, angst, yaoi, drug use and all manner of icky/sexy things you may not wish to read.

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"Tamaki I have a surprise for you" Kyoya said casually as he adjusted his glasses. The two of them were sitting at the breakfast table. Kyoya already looking perfectly groomed and presentable, Tamaki delightfully mussed up and in his pyjamas. Obviously today was not one of Tamaki's good days.
"Hm?" Tamaki looked up from his coffee blearily. He had hardly slept seeing as he was currently trying not to knock himself out with alcohol when he was down. Kyoya gave him a small sympathetic pat on the hand. One thing he did understand all too well was lack of sleep.
"You need a real holiday and so do I" Kyoya gave one of his very slight smiles and produced two tickets, "I thought perhaps this may cheer you somewhat"
"No way! We're going to France?" Tamaki gasped, staring at the tickets wide eyed.
"We're going to France" Kyoya murmured before he was kissed like he had never been kissed before.
"How did you know mon amour? It's exactly what I need" Tamaki blinked back tears, laughing and crying at the same time.
Kyoya had to go to work shortly after but just like previously he came home to a huge surprise.
"Welcome home" Tamaki called from the bedroom when he heard the door open.
"You've been resting haven't you?" Kyoya called back as he removed his shoes and then noticed the place was perfectly clean, lit softly and realised there was soft music playing.
"Oui I caught up on sleep" Tamaki faked a yawn and Kyoya curiously made his way to the bedroom.
He paused in the doorway when he saw that Tamaki was well and truly awake, showered and looking the hottest Kyoya had ever seen him.
It was very hard not to pounce on a Tamaki dressed in a purple dress shirt that was unbuttoned just enough, black vest, black slacks and lovely black shoes. His hair was done in a slightly messy and very sexy style and a thin gold chain finished off the outfit.
"Okay Tamaki what are you up to?" Kyoya's eyes narrowed and Tamaki chuckled softly.
"Does there have to be a reason for a man to look nice for his boyfriend?" Was the reply.
"I suppose not..." Kyoya looked Tamaki over again, "I must say you look remarkable tonight... Of course you always did know how to dress well."
"Merci Mon Amour... But you must be so tired. I thought maybe we'd go out somewhere nice I know of but then I remembered how worn out you are after work... How about a massage instead?"
"You're correct. It's a shame you got all dressed up for nothing though" Kyoya entered the room and sat down on the bed with a sigh.
"I wouldn't say that" Tamaki murmured and slowly began to undo Kyoya's business shirt "the one person I was dressing up for got to enjoy it"
Kyoya rolled his eyes, "so what are you doing now? There's no need for me to change"
"I told you. I'm giving you a massage. Can't do that with a shirt on" Tamaki smiled and as the shirt came off he moved behind Kyoya.
"Ah... I don't recall asking for the massage though" Kyoya smirked
"You don't need to. Work and work and me and work... You would be in much need of one"
"In all honesty the thought of a massage has never entered my mind" Kyoya shrugged, then paused when Tamaki's piano playing fingers began to lightly knead his shoulders.
"Mon Dieu you're so knotted up" Tamaki observed and began to knead a little harder, "just relax and let me make it better"
Kyoya took time to relax but eventually Tamaki's firm but gentle hands lulled him into submission. Once he was relaxed Kyoya found the touches very soothing. After the bustle of work it turned out to be exactly what he needed. He wasn't going to admit that to Tamaki though.
Those marvellous hands worked the knots out from all the way down his back and shoulders and neck. Kyoya hadn't realised just how tense he always was until that moment.
"Mon amour... I love you" Tamaki softly murmured in his ear as the hands began to stop massaging and start lovingly caressing. The combination had Kyoya tingling and nervous suddenly.
"As I do you but... What are you doing?" He replied to Tamaki, already slightly breathless with nervous excitement.
Tamaki didn't reply. He instead smiled against the skin of Kyoya's neck and left a few loving kisses there. The hitch in Kyoya's breath was enough to tell him Kyoya was sensitive there and so he decided it best to wrap his arms loosely around Kyoya's shoulders from behind and let his chin rest on one of them.
His fingers casually traced patterns on Kyoya's chest as they sat in silence. With each teasing caress Kyoya's breath quickened. The tingles raginging through his body were driving him up the wall but he didn't want the gentle touches to stop. It did stop. It stopped when Tamaki's arms left Kyoya and a gentle hand turned Kyoya's head so Tamaki could kiss him.
Lost in the kisses that were way more intense than he was used to, Kyoya instinctively turned to face Tamaki. Tamaki gradually moved properly onto the bed and into the centre with Kyoya following, the whole time Tamaki didn't allow the heated yet gentle kisses to break.
Before Kyoya knew what was happening Tamaki had moved them somehow into a position where he was ontop of Tamaki who was now lying down. When he did notice he gasped and went to get off him, worried Tamaki would be triggered into a flashback and he himself scared about the lack of control he had somehow displayed.
"Kyoya..." Tamaki gently stopped him "it's okay... I'm okay..."
Kyoya studied Tamaki's face. Breathless and a little dishevelled Tamaki may have been but there was no fear in those expressive eyes.
"Where is this going Tamaki?" He asked softly.
Tamaki flipped them over so he was on top and with a sweet kiss whispered "As far as you want it to..."
Kyoya had to stop himself from groaning with longing. He couldn't deny wanting Tamaki. He was in love with the man after all and he was also drop dead gorgeous. However, he had his concerns and most were for Tamaki. The rest well that was just a fear of what he hadn't experienced. Was he ready?
"Mon Amour you're always thinking... Don't think right now... If you want to stop you simply have to say so. I will do the same." Tamaki said gently. Then Kyoya's hands were led to the top buttons of Tamaki's vest and Kyoya quickly got the message. Captivated by Tamaki's eyes locking onto his Kyoya began undoing the buttons of the vest and then the shirt. Tamaki allowed him to slip the garments off before their lips met once again in a passionate kiss.
Kyoya couldn't help a small noise of surprise when the tip of Tamaki's tongue artfully slipped into his mouth but he couldn't resist when Tamaki smiled wickedly against his mouth and with a chuckle repeated the action. Kyoya's curiousity got the better of him and he allowed his tongue to shyly greet Tamaki's, then when he was more confident he experimented a little with caressing it back. Soon their intimate kiss had their hands slowly exploring of their own accord. Kyoya's enjoying the silkiness of Tamaki's hair and Tamaki's lovinging reassuring Kyoya by stroking his face.
"Hmmm... You're a fast learner" Tamaki purred when they finally took a break in order to breathe. Kyoya felt the hand on his face move slowly down his neck, his shoulder and his chest. He watched Tamaki watching that hand slowly map out the sight and feel of his torso, every little bump it seemed, and realised he had wanted nothing more in his life than for Tamaki to know him that intimately. To have the same intimate knowledge of Tamaki in return. He was so in love with this man that it felt absolutely right. This surprised Kyoya because he had always thought that he wouldn't be able to stand belonging to anyone.
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