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Within My Fantasy	By : cdreaiton Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 5222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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A/N: Special thanks to Victoria Schmitt for the wonderful review!

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He was in hell. Irrefutable, eternal suffering, fire and brimstone hell. And it was all due to that conniving, infuriating, delectable Tamaki.

The day had started well enough. A brisk, icy shower had rid him of his morning problem, and he had managed to maintain his nonchalant attitude during the entire ride to school. Classes had been harder. The material covered was mostly review, so Kyoya had had to be creative in order to find things to occupy his attention other than staring at Tamaki. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to hold his interest, which gave his mind plenty of time to wander. And wander it did; straight to his extremely erotic dream from the night before.

He could remember every detail. The smells of sweat and sex; the sound of the sheets rustling beneath them; the feeling of skin against skin; the taste of Tamaki’s kiss. They were all so real, so vivid.

Kyoya jerked slightly in his seat glancing hesitantly at his lap. His little problem was back in full force. Panic began to swirl around his mind and he made a rapid, yet discreet check to make sure no one saw. Luckily, the other students were all to busy taking notes or daydreaming. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Catastrophe averted. For the moment at least. A quick glance at the clock informed him of a new problem. The last class of the day was ending in less than five minutes.

Running a hand through his hair, he searched his mind frantically for a way to resolve the problem without bringing attention to himself or the bulge in his pants. Three minutes. Every option his brain popped out seemed more impossible than the last; feigning sick (the principal would call his father at work), spilling something on himself on purpose (he’d finished off the water in his water bottle at lunch), or carrying his bag in front of him (like that wouldn’t draw immediate attention to the problem). The last plan his genius mind came up with seemed more plausible. As soon as the bell rang he would jump up and run down the hall to the bathroom. It really was the best option. He could reach the restrooms down the hall before the other students even had time to collect their bags.

RING!

Kyoya swung his head up a gaped at the clock. Damn thing was a minute slow! Now he had no time, and no where to run. He dropped his head on his desk silently praying everyone would just leave quietly and without bothering him.

“Kyoya!”

No such luck.

“Come on Kyoya, we’ve got to got get dressed for club activities today. Won’t Haruhi look wonderful in her kimono?”

His heart lurched and caught in his throat. He knew Tamaki loved Haruhi, but knowing didn’t make the pain any less. Tilting his head slightly, he watched dejectedly as the blonde gazed off into space, lost in some fantasy about himself and Haruhi. As his heart sank back into his chest, the tightness in his pants lessened. Rejection, however unintentional, was an instant erection killer.

“You know she’ll never wear it.” Sitting up, he adjusted his glasses and glared softly at his daydreaming friend.

Tamaki’s shoulders fell sharply as Kyoya’s words brought him back to reality. “I know, but why? Why doesn’t she wear the clothes Daddy picks out especially for her?”

Kyoya tapped the blonde head with his notebook. “Stop being such an idiot.”

Violet eyes glinted from beneath the school papers, shining with sheepish amusement. “Sorry.”

“Let’s go. We’re going to be late if we keep dawdling around.”

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With club activities to focus on, Kyoya’s mind didn’t have as much time to wander, and the day began to go much smoother. For about an hour.

Hikaru had been playfully chasing Kaoru around the club room. Kaoru swerved around a table and ran right into Tamaki, who had been showing some young ladies a flower arrangement. The two had rolled around on the floor for a minute, trying to untangle themselves from one another. While Kaoru had been able to right himself without difficulty, Tamaki stay on the floor grasping his right ankle.

Kyoya had managed to clear all the clients out of the room, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience and promising that the King would be just fine and that club activities would continue the next day. Then he and Mori had helped Tamaki down to the school doctor, where his ankle was put in a soft brace and he was given orders to take it easy for the next few days. While the other club members headed home, Kyoya had stayed to finish up some paperwork, and Tamaki had stayed with him.

“You need to go home and rest Tamaki. Your ankle won’t get any better if you don’t listen to the doctor’s orders.”

“I can rest just fine on the club’s couches. Besides, I don’t want to go home. It’s so lonely there. I promise I won’t bother you.”

Kyoya sighed and gave in. When it came time for the two of them to leave, Tamaki insisted on staying the night at Kyoya’s house and he gave in again. Which was what landed him here; sitting on the floor of his bedroom, watching over the blonde as he slept in his bed.

Blonde locks fell softly over the innocent face. A gentle smile graced the full, pink lips, which parted slightly as he breathed. The rise and fall of his chest was hypnotic, and Kyoya found himself breathing in time as he stared at the broad expanse of smooth, pale, exposed skin. Why Tamaki had felt the need to remove his shirt only the Gods knew, but Kyoya certainly wasn’t complaining.

The more he watched, the more difficult it became for him to stay away. There he was, the object of his desires, sleeping not five feet away. All he had to do was reach out a hand and he would feel the warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair, the very thoughts which consumed his dreams.

Quietly, cautiously, he moved closer to the sleeping beauty and gingerly brushed a strand of hair away from Tamaki’s face. His heart began to race, threatening to beat itself out of his chest, and his pants started to feel tight. Everything seemed surreal, as thought the world had slowed down, allowing each moment to be savored.

He knew this was wrong, knew he should just pull away and run as fast as he could in the other direction, but he couldn’t. Everything he’d ever wanted in the world was right in front of him, spread out like a feast before a beggar. There would never be another chance like this again, and he knew it. So why not? Why not allow himself a little freedom, just this once?

Tamaki moaned softly in his sleep and Kyoya’s mind made itself up. He gently leaned over the blonde and breathed deeply. The King’s scent washed over him, filling him with emotions he’d never even imagined existed, and any last amount of hesitation vanished. A few more inches and he would finally feel the softness of Tamaki’s lips on his own.

At that moment, violet eyes opened, sleepily gazing into his own black ones.

“Kyoya?”
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