Kiss Kiss Fall In Love

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Chapter Two: Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

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In the morning, there was something on Tamaki\'s chest, and in his arms. He wrapped his arms about it more tightly, welcoming the warmth and comfort it provided. He gave a low, sleepy sigh of approval. A few minutes passed. Tamaki slowly blinked open his eyes, yawning, then looking down at what he held. It wasn\'t just a something... it was a Kyoya! A fast asleep, comfortable Kyoya. A flush a appeared on Tamaki\'s cheeks, and for a second, he panicked.



What will I do when he wakes up? Will he be angry? Maybe I should pretend to be asleep till he wakes? he agonized.



Kyoya was so scary when you woke him before he was ready.... But all thought faded as his blue eyes took in how utterly peaceful Kyoya looked, cushioned so contentedly on his chest.



It would be cruel to move him, Tamaki decided, a bit puzzled as to why the tickles of Kyoya\'s hair on his bare flesh, or even his warm breath gusting outward, brought such goosebumps upon his skin.





A playful grin appeared on Tamaki\'s face, and he scooted further down till he and the sleeping Ohtori were face to face. Hee~.



"Kyoooyaaaa..."



He blew into his ear. Kyoya didn\'t wake up right away. In fact he seemed to fight to hold on to sleep for a few seconds, then his eyes snapped open with irritation. Ooops. The smile quickly slipped from Tamaki\'s features as he gazed back at darker, annoyed eyes.



"Aaaah, good morning... Kyoya..."



The sleepy boy growled, sitting up.



"What time is it?" he demanded.



He ran his hand through that rumpled black hair, looking around halfheartedly for something. His glasses...? Apparently deciding he really didn\'t care that much, Kyoya fell back onto the bed, covering his head with a pillow. The pillow Tamaki had been using. He gave an unbidden gasp as his head thumped against the mattress of the bed when it was snatched out from under it. Once he decided his well-being wasn\'t in immediate danger, Tamaki ventured warily closer. One should never be too relaxed, around an Ootori. The blond glanced at Kyoya\'s alarm clock as the other mumbled something under his breath that was probably not complimentary. All in all, not as bad as it could have been. His buttone pajama top had ridden up his stomach with the activity, he noticed, heart pounding. Once he decided his well-being wasn\'t in immediate danger, Tamaki ventured warily closer. One should never be too relaxed, around an Ootori. The blond glanced at Kyoya\'s alarm clock again. Why hadn\'t it gone off, yet?



"Ah... Kyoya... we only have fifteen minutes to get ready for school..."



Not getting a response, a ponderous look crossed the blond\'s face.



Well, it is my job to wake up a fellow comrade before he\'s late for class, isn\'t it? Tamaki thought to himself, wriggling closer to the sleeping lord, eyes on the bare expanse of his stomach.



Hesitating a moment, and then deciding seeing Kyoya\'s expression would be worth it, Tamaki lowered his lips to the pale skin and blew an obnoxiously loud raspberry on his stomach. Kyoya gasped, sitting bolt upright, wearing that sought-after shocked expression.. Luckily for Tamaki, his first act was to yank his shirt back down. Right after, his hands shot out, seeking vengeance.



"You--!" he sputtered, enraged.

His friend\'s cheeks were flushed, eyes equally aflame. Oh, crap.. Tamaki\'s eyes widened, lips parted in a perfect \'o\' of surprise and fear. The blond quickly scooted backwards until he fell out of the bed, a pillow clutched to his chest for some protection. He scrambled up and stood by the base of the bed, eying the open bathroom door so that if Kyoya followed him he would have a clear escape route on hand.



"I only wanted to wake you up, Kyoya! What if you were late for class? I would never forgive myself!”



Kyoya started to crawl rapidly towards the foot of the bed after him. He did not look appeased by the esplanation. He was just as quickly waking up and coming to his senses from the adrenaline pushing through his veins, but it remained to be seen whether Tamaki would survive until then. Kyoya had never awoken kindly. Whatever had possessed him to do that??



"Ky--Kyoya... w-wait..."



His legs suddenly felt weak, but with pillow still clutched to his chest he bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and leaning his back against it. He let out a nervous chuckle and ran a hand through his light hair. When it was quiet, and presumably relatively safe, Tamaki opened the door a crack and craned his head outside. He noticed a wide-awake Kyoya, but more important a piece of paper, smoothed out before Kyoya\'s gaze. The note he had left under his pillow last night! He remembered belatedly about it, and what he had written:



\'Dear Kyoya mon ami, if you think you wouldn\'t be a good wife please don\'t think so! I believe you would be a marvelous wife! A wife to outshine all the rest, especially when you\'re by my side tomorrow! Don\'t be shy; I\'m sure that all our customers will look forward to our union, and if you ever feel uncomfortable you have my shoulder to hide against.

Love, Tamaki (heart) (heart)\'



Heart thumping faster and eyes widening as he realized his impending danger, Tamaki stepped outside, waving his arms about and trying to distract his friend from it. He would have gladly snatched it away, but he didn\'t want to risk getting too close.



"Ahhh, Kyoya, look over here, I hurt my finger... I think I need a bandage...!"



The dark-haired boy looked up from the note slowly, face utterly still. Kyoya expressed anger very differently when he was at his full faculties.



"\'A good wife\'?" he quoted, voice deceptively mild.



He set the paper down oh-so-carefully on the bed, eyes not leaving Tamaki\'s face. He walked towards him slowly. Tamaki\'s eyes went wide again and his arms fell back to his sides. He backed away slowly as Kyoya advanced upon him.



"Yes... you shouldn\'t be so self-conscious..." he mumbled, eyes on the floor and away from the knife-like stare.



He suddenly realized that this was a very very wrong thing to say just as his back hit the door to Kyoya\'s room. He yelped, losing all nerve, and swung open the door to dash off down the hall. He was still dressed only in his boxers. Once Tamaki was safely hidden behind a sofa in the main room, huddled in a ball and mumbling to himself, the whispers began.



"Kyoya-san takes young men his age with him to bed?"



"That poor boy... did you see the look of fear in his eyes?"



"What do you think Kyoya did to him?"



They stared curiously at Kyoy, who simply turned back around and stalked back into his room..



After awhile Tamaki judged it safe. He cautiously rose from his hiding place, a heartfelt apology forming in his mind as he headed back slowly to Kyoya\'s room.



Well, if he attacks me, I\'m sure that he\'ll be merciful if I tell him I\'m willing to switch roles... even though I am a perfect daddy... he decided.



Lips quirking up a bit and waving to the maids who stared at his half naked body, Tamaki entered Kyoya\'s room.



"Kyoya, I\'m so sorry I blew a raspberry on your stomach and--"



He stopped. He looked around. No Kyoya. He looked at the clock. Five minutes passed the first bell.



He left without me.



The smile faded from his lips as he slowly dressed himself in his kimono again, which had been folded neatly on the bed. He idly wondered if Kyoya done that, or a kind servant. He was about to leave when he spotted a familiar black ledger sitting on his desk. Kyoya must have been really upset to have left it behind. He took it and placed it under an arm, deciding that the angry would be much happier to see him if he brought along this important, forgotten object.



I can\'t believe he left without me....



No matter how angry he\'d been at him before, he\'d never just... left him behind. Tamaki walked down the sidewalk, fiddling with the corner of Kyoya\'s ledger, a dark gloom hovering over him as he went. The servants had offered him a ride in the limo... but due to his depressed mood, he figured it would be easier to mope while he walked.



The blond entered the school, not caring that his hair was still mussed and he was wearing a traditional kimono. The girls tittered; the guys stared. Tamaki continued down the halls, his feet trodding the familiar path to the 3rd music room even though his mind didn\'t register it. He was too wrapped up in his unhappiness to care.



I am fated to walk these halls alone, the sad symbol of my stoic nature. Others may look on, but I will only turn my head, and they will know the history of my affairs by the pain in my eyes... Tamaki continued his speech to himself, looking much the part.



When Tamaki turned the corner, a pair of harsh words sliced across his ears like a lash "DuVoir bastard.”



He paused in his tracks. Had he heard that correctly, or had it been the rambling of his own mind? He looked up; a student stood in front of him, an upperclassman by the looks of it, leaning against the wall.He had skin blacker than the shadows he was lurking in, which was one reason he hadn\'t seen him at first, despite the fact he was half again as large as him. The color of it made his white ponytail and brilliant green eyes pop in contrast. And he was smirking at him.. Indignant, Tamaki crossed his arms in front of his chest, a small frown furrowing his brow.



"Pardon me, sempai?"



Just the fact that this person he had never seen before knew his mother\'s last name unsettled him, but he left that thought tucked away for later.



That smirk widened to a malicious smile filled with broad, shny teeth. It looked oddly at home on that strange face, bringing to mind tales of shamans and witch doctors. He flipped a coin lazily into the air and caught in, in an oddly hypnotic manner..



"Yes, I was talking to you, Tamaki."



"You are more common than that dirty boy you play with, and a bastard besides. DuVoir."



He nodded to the music room.



"I want to have a word with you concerning Haruhi\'s future. More to the point, whether or not he\'ll have one."



Tamaki\'s mouth fell open, shocked. His grip on Kyoya\'s ledger tightened. He wasn\'t quite sure how to respond or what to respond too. An image came into his mind of many sharp, poisoned arrows entering and leaving his body at critical points. He wanted a corner to hide in. As the threat to Haruhi sank in, Tamaki\'s mouth set in a grim line, and his eyes became less vacant and more determined.



"What do you want with Haruhi? Sh--he\'s got nothing to do with you!"



His voice had become deeper with emotion. Deciding that he needed to save Haruhi, as her father and protector, from an unpleasant fate, Tamaki stormed into the music room with head held high, spinning around to face this sadistic stranger.



The other moved like a striking snake. He had grabbed an end of his silk sash as he spun, effectively untying it. Before he had much chance to react to his now-gaping kimono, he was shove forcefully to the ground. The fall winded him, making him unable to cry out. He struggled to get air into his lungs, but this stranger was still moving. He found himself tied to an inner handle of the music room,.by his own stolen sash. Tamaki never minded being half naked in front of anyone, but when a stranger suddenly insulted him and threatened the welfare of his daughter, and then stripped off the sash that held his kimono together so that his bare chest was in full view... a line had to be drawn. Flushed and wriggling, chest moving up and down with his pants, Tamaki glared up at the young man.



"What is it you want with me? I don\'t even know you!"



His jaw clenched , realizing the reality of the situation he was in. A dark blush coloring his face, Tamaki let his head drop down a bit, his face covered by a curtain of golden hair. This day had gone quickly from bad to worse. His captor chuckled delightedly, which only made him tense even more. He crouched down in front of him, lifting his chin to look at his flushed face.



"Mmm. Pretty. Stupid. Spirited, but weak. You\'ll make a lovely pet," he murmured.



He pressed a finger against his lips before Tamaki could reply.



"Ah ah! One more word in my presence without permission, and I will expose your dear girlfriend for what she is--and you, of course."



Tamaki\'s lips turned down in distaste at being spoken to in such a way. He wanted to say something, but his mouth stayed closed at the stranger\'s warning; no, he couldn\'t expose Haruhi for one mistake... he would never forgive himself... and all the boys would be running after her... But how had he known...? But that wasn\'t important. The flush disappearing from his cheeks for the time being, Tamaki blinked up at him, blue eyes confused with the last part of his threat.



"What I am?" he asked, forgetting his promise to himself already.



He gave a sniff.



"I am the humble son of the superintendent of this school. I have nothing to hide."



A lightbulb appeared to go off in Tamaki\'s mind, a reason for this situation that he could readily accept.



"You\'re a fan of myself, no? Maybe you were too shy to talk to me in public, but you could have told me you rather be private about things, quite a few of my princesses are that way, too..."



Tamaki tugged at his bonds.



"Hmm? Why don\'t you let me go, now? I can\'t say I have a bondage fetish, really..." he murmured as an afterthought, eyes scanning the other\'s face for some sign of mercy.



There had to be some logical explanation for his behavior. This had to be the answer to it. No one was this coldly cruel to someone they\'d never met, surely!



"You will learn, DuVoir," the stranger murmured, lips quirked cruelly. Nothing remotely like mercy showed in those hard eyes. He stroked his blond hair almost lovingly, then he backhanded him, hard enough to leave a bruise.



"Ah...!" Tamaki\'s hands pulled at his bonds as his head snapped to the side, eyes squeezing closed as the pain blossomed outward from one cheek. He remained silent and still even as this stranger spoke to him in that deep voice, the reality of the situation sinking slowly down into the very marrow of his bones.



"You belong to me, now, cur. You will obey me. Understand?" he crooned.



His pleasant tones stood at extreme odds with his rough actions. A quick movement brought a wickedly sharp penknife from some hidden sheath. He held it mockingly before his eyes.



"Let the games begin."



Tamaki shook his head, jaw clenching in another bout of renewed determination.



"No, I don\'t understand," he responded, voice deeper than before. "I\'m not yours... I belong to myself, and only myself. I don\'t even know you, or recognize you. What do I have to do with you?"



He kept his blue eyes trained on the other\'s green ones, trying to avoid the sight of the blade and the implications that went with it. Openly denying the only real possibility it held for him. To his dismay, the other only threw his head back and laughed. His dark hand ran down his bare chest hungrily, then lower, to caress his stomach for a few moments. Then, finally, he ripped the boxers forcefully from him, the thin cloth tearing easily.



"H-hey!" Tamaki cried in surprise, eyes widening even as the resurging flush colored his cheeks scarlet.



Arms pulled at his bonds, forgetting for a moment they were tied there in his frenzy to cover his nakedness. Finding this extremely ineffective, the King tried a new tactic by pulling his legs up and letting the folds of his kimono fall into his lap. Now that his dilemma was solved for a short while, he offered a nervous chuckle.



"Ahh yes, I see what you want now, very clearly..."

He licked his lips, which had suddenly gone dry.



"B-but, you see, the Suoh\'s pride themselves on their modesty, and my services don\'t usually go as far as this. My apologies if I lead you wrong mon ami... however I\'m an exceptional kisser and cuddler if you would be so willing to do so instead..."



His voice dwindled off, eyes sliding off his kidnappers face and back down to the floor. He knew very well what his captor wanted, and by all of his previous actions, the blond was able to surmise that a kiss and a cuddle wouldn\'t quite do. Tamaki couldn\'t be called a virgin, but he couldn\'t be called utterly corrupt, either-- it was left a mystery to the rest of the host club members as to exactly how innocent their King was. Head bowed once again, the hurt cheek was in clear view, a bruise already forming on the once flawless skin.



He felt the other thread his fingers through his hair, and cried out when his head was yanked painfully back. "I told you, you are not to speak without permission," the older student murmured, pressing the flat of the blade hard against the bruise.



Tamaki winced at the fresh pain.



"Continued disobedience will result in... punishment."



...The stranger was enjoying this entire thing too much; it made him feel sick. He swallowed back bile at the next words.



"Put your legs down, DuVoir," he put a distinct emphasis on his mother\'s surname. "Or do you want me to cut your pretty little kimono all to pieces?"



Whether it was from the use of his mother\'s surname, the order to put his legs down, or the threat of cutting up his expensive and exclusively made kimono was a mystery. He simply gave in with a low moan of defeat he let his legs flop straight down upon the floor, the kimono\'s folds slipping to the sides... and revealing his body wholly for the stranger\'s greedy eyes. But even this couldn\'t quite break him, his hope that it wasn\'t as bad as it seemed to be..



This must be... a game. Yes, a game. I haven\'t quite met a person with so much insistence on keeping up a tough personage, but maybe if I play along, things will get better and he\'ll come to his senses?



The thought comforted him. Determined once again, he let his head fall a bit to the side from its pulled back position, so that he could look with shining eyes at the dark face of his keeper. Time to sooth the savage beast, if he was lucky.



"If you would permit me to speak... I hope that the sight of my body is but a pleasure for you," Tamaki began, voice a bit hesitant but picking up in its usual smooth tone as he felt out this new act.



"The only punishment that could inflict me sharply would be to disappoint you."



He gave him a charming smile, even with his scalp burning and his cheek aching, and the shame of his nakedness a tick in the back of his mind.



The young man raised an eyebrow at him and turned the knife so that the sharp edge bit into the sore cheek.



"I told you not to speak," he reproved mildly.



Those predatory eyes explored his helpless body appreciatively. Damn, it wasn\'t working! Then the other kissed him, mouth hard and demanding on his. Tamaki gave a low, startled cry in the other\'s mouth, turning his head and trying to pull away. No, he couldn\'t let this other steal his lips, his kiss; the very lips that worshiped those of princesses or sometimes princes, that gave them joy and delight and hope for a new day. How could he kiss another now, after this? He managed to break away, turning his unabused cheek towards the other, his breath coming out in hard gusts as his eyes slid shut.



"You-- you cannot do this," he stammered disconsolately.



He couldn\'t keep up this game anymore. He just wanted it to stop, to end. He wanted this dark stranger to disappear as quickly as he\'d come, and leave him alone. The chuckle he received in reply chilled him to the core. He pulled away for a moment, byt only to backhand him again, on the same cheek as before. He didn\'t strike him as hard as before. He didn\'t have the need. His cheek was throbbing and swollen already.



"Be silent."



Once more, his words were much kinder than his deeds, almost... gentle. His head was once more jerked back roughly as another searing kiss was forced onto him. This time, his tormentor left him no room to pull away from it. It was not a good thing to find out now, of all times, that he had a low tolerance for pain. But then again, no one had ever done something like this to him before, either.



The blonde stiffened up at the undedired kiss, head lurching against his hold, but found it was just as tight and strong as he\'d feared. A few seconds passed, and finally Tamaki seemed to wilt beneath his hold, lips going slack against his captor\'s assault.



So this is how it ends, he thought, letting his arms hang loose from their bonds. Ravaged and stolen from my family, forgotten...



He thought of Kyoya, of the cold stares and anger.



“...”



Suddenly he recalled each time one of his members had gotten angry or disappointed in him.



Maybe... they don\'t need me. I\'m only a burden they carry on their shoulders.



In an act of desperation, Tamaki awoke from his melodramatic reverie and kissed his captor back, recalling all the knowledge he had gained from the unexpected close-quarter encounters from certain ones among his princesses. He needed to get through this! He was pleased that he\'d managed to startled the other into jerking away this time, but his hopes were dashed when he grinned at him. He was learning to hate that particular expression, when this one used it. It looked like he was planning to eat him. The dark hand reached out to run down his chest once more. Still, at least he wasn\'t kissing him like that anymore. Tamaki breathed out through his nose in relief, eyes flickering open and downward, watching the tanned hand glide down his chest so softly toward... !!!!



"Ahh, wait, you know, that\'s really unnecessary, why don\'t you just..."



The blue eyes widened in shock. The hand wasn\'t slowing, or stopping, or thinking of slowing. Tamaki tried twisting his legs around, but found that this only made his lower region more prominent. He finally sat as still as possible, body tensed, waiting for the inevitable. His captor smirked at him. It was another look he hated on that face. The upperclassman teasingly paused on his lower stomach, carressing with his fingertips.



"Ah DuVoir," he sighed in mock pity. "You continue to disobey! Is it really so hard to keep your mouth shut? Or is it that you want another taste of this blade, hm?"



Right after he spoke, he sliced into the helpless boy\'s left nipple, just enough to draw blood.



"Nn... ah!"



Tamaki\'s head fell back against the door frame, hands clutching tight, his finger nails leaving deep red welts on his palms. Even with the blade gone he could still feel its sharp bite. Frame trembling a bit, Tamaki bit at his lower lip and clenched his jaw tight, determined now not to let a word or sound pass his lips. He didn\'t want more punishment, and he knew that\'s what he would get. He closed his eyes tightly shut and kept his head in the same position so he wouldn\'t have to watch what was going to happen below.



"Ah, now there\'s a good and obedient little mutt," the sadistic boy crooned, then chuckled in the back of his throat. "Pain and fear look so lovely on you,"



He finally let his hand slip all the way down, fondling him far too intimately. A gust of breath came from out of Tamaki\'s mouth as a cool hand enveloped his organ; his chest rose and fell much more quickly than before. He licked his lips, eyes flickering downward to take in his captor\'s face.



"Tell me, DuVoir, are you still a virgin?" he taunted, not stopping. "Have you ever been taken? Nnn. If you want to answer those questions, you may speak."



The other didn\'t seem to expect a reply, so he gave him one.



“I can say that, technically, I am a virgin,” he answered hesitantly, voice much deeper than before from the unbidden feelings his body was ushering from him. He hadn\'t quite understood the other\'s meaning, anyway; but Tamaki knew this was true: he had never done anything so intimate with another man, especially in these settings.



The other snickered.



"Well, don\'t worry. I plan to fix that little problem before I\'m through with you."



“Fix...?” His keeper started to rub him harder, up and down his length, and he couldn\'t help but react to it... a dazed look coming across his face as his sex was manipulated with more voracity. Fingernails bit red marks into his palms as release drew near, and the dazed look turned into one on the borderline of pain as he fought back what his body wanted to give him. No, it wouldn\'t be right, to find pleasure in something he didn\'t want... a sin.



And who would forgive me?



A moan escaped Tamaki\'s lips.



He had about lost hope when the other leaned close to his ear and whispered tauntingly, "If you beg, DuVoir, I might stop. If it pleases me.”



He shuddered at the sound of his voice, but it did offer a way out.



"Stop... please, stop," Tamaki mumbled, closing his eyes and concentrating, on the verge of losing all control and thrusting up with abandon into the very hand he wanted off of his body.



He remembered, then, the one tactic that never failed to help him, one that even worked on Kyoya. Puppy dog eyes. Tamaki moved his head to gaze into his captor\'s eyes, his own blue ones large and sparkling and pleading, but there was also a light haze about them. His captor chuckled again, and negligently removed his hand, cupping his face and forcing another kiss against him. It felt like he intended to swallow his tongue. Well, he had gotten his wish, but it was not what Tamaki had thought it would be. He now practically burned, body unsatisfied, a flush of shame coloring his cheeks as lips crushed hard against his. He groaned, but the sound drowned away into the other\'s mouth, and after a while he was able to pull his head away, leaning far to the side in order to avoid the other for at least the time it took to take a deep breaths. The golden hair was hanging in his face again as he panted and tried to get his bearings. Finally he looked over at him, eyes still a bit glazed.



"Are you finished with me, now? Have I satisfied you?"



His tone was not bitter but distant. The upperclassman checked his watch.



"Mmm. It will have to do. I shall find you again tomorrow, and we can play."



He petted his hair like one might a favored dog. He started to stand, then paused. He folded what was left of the boxers into a blind and tied it over his eyes.



"You never saw who did this to you, understand? Or things will get much worse than they are now. Trust me. I know how."



Tamaki listened as he opened the handle he wasn\'t attached to, leaving with a hum.



"Do enjoy the rest of the day here," the sadistic guy tossed over his shoulder as he finally left.



A panic jolted through Tamaki.



"W-wait! You can\'t just leave me here!" Tamaki cried, head snapping around.



Nothing. He really had gone. And left him to be found like this. This... could not be happening. The blond lifted up his knees again, giving his nakedness some cover, his ego already melting in a puddle at his feet. He tugged at his bonds hard now, but they didn\'t budge; he would have to break his own wrists to get out of such a tight hold. Despair filling him, Tamaki let his forehead rest against his knees, closing his eyes tight.



I\'ll have to wait for someone to find me, then. But... what if the twins find me? Or Kyoya? Or... Haruhi?



He knew, now, that none of them could have respected him before. And after finding him like this, what would they think? Maybe they would suppose it was his own fetish?



And I can\'t tell them who did this to me, either. Or he\'ll do it again....



Tamaki had no doubt in his mind that the stranger would keep his word. His cheek, nipple, head and self-confidence were witness to that. He turned his head in order to hear the sounds coming from the hall better, hoping and yet not hoping that the door would open. Was it only a few hours ago, that he had awoken with Kyoya in his arms, the smell of warm sleep and cologne all around him?



He tensed as he heard footsteps nearing. He heard them stop outside the door. Who would it be?!