Mommy Dearest
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+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
12,674
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rooftop Pursuit
Chapter 2- Rooftop Pursuit
He wasn't running away. He was *walking briskly* away. People like Kyoya didn't run no matter what kind of horrific things might be right behind.
Horrific things like half-French guys scolding you for not being a good wife. Kyoya's walk became brisker.
What used to be an amusing joke had become much more in the past ten minutes.
Tamaki had pressed him against the wall with one hand, his other slowly undoing the front of Kyoya's jacket.
“Don't act so ridiculous.” Kyoya was still restraining his anger, but it was escalating at an alarming pace. To be honest, this type of thing had happened before when the two of them were alone. But that was privately. And a joke. This was in front of a live audience and (as horrifying as it was to contemplate) most likely serious.
His blond friend didn't say anything, just parted the front of Kyoya's jacket and pressed his face to the front of his shirt. As he looked down into Tamaki's blond hair the shrieks of the surrounding girls filled his ears. Every pair of eyes in the room was upon them. And most of them were encouraging the situation.
Haruhi's face caught his attention. *She could stop him* he thought, and tried to tell her through expression alone. But she just smiled at him. What kind of reaction was that?!
“Mau, your heart is beating so fast, Mommy,” Tamaki purred. “Are you so excited by Daddy's touch? We could find out.”
Tamaki ran a finger down Kyoya's stomach (the volume of shrieks in the room increased) but Kyoya caught both of his hands in time.
“What do you think you're doing? This isn't funny-” and he was cut off as Tamaki jutted his head upwards and their lips met forcefully.
His first kiss, from Tamaki.
The excited wails and commotion of the crowd seemed very far away now as a thousand thoughts rushed through his head. Irritation, embarrassment, and most of all frustration; this wasn't a closed room where he could tell Tamaki he was a fool and push him off. His reputation was at stake here. Whatever his next move would be, it would be spread around the school (and possibly the business world) as quickly as the information could possibly travel.
Why hadn't Haruhi done anything? It was this thought he kept coming back to. He knew the girl was dense when it came to romance, but she usually got jealous when it came to the president.
Tamaki reached a hand up to his cheek and snapped him out of his paralysis. As gracefully as possible he ducked out of the other man's arms and without a word hustled out of the room. Not the most positive response, but the only one he trusted himself to make; any words exchanged now would be extremely dangerous.
And that was how he now ended up fleeing as efficiently as possible. Kyoya wasn't sure where he was going, only that he needed to be as far from his friend as he could muster. The situation was ridiculous. Almost since she had first arrived at the host club he had silently worked to encourage Haruhi to love Tamaki. He was confident Tamaki would love Haruhi as well. And probably still did; after all, that was what had motivated this entire ordeal.
It hadn't been ruined, but certainly this made his dream that much harder; he could almost hear his father's reproach upon hearing of this situation. All because of those twins. He still wasn't sure exactly where they were coming from, but he suspected it had something to do with controlling Haruhi's feelings. They had made a big mistake by messing with him. He would be sure they paid for it.
A call from Tamaki sent a shiver of horror down his spine and Kyoya to escape via the nearest door, scaling the stairs he found there to the second floor and then the roof. He searched for a way to lock the door but it was no good; he decided his best option was to hide behind the enclosure of the stairwell. Yes, hide. He was hiding from his best friend.
Within a moment the door was flung open. “Kyoya, why do you run from me? My feelings are greatly hurt.”
He turned the corner and caught the object of his 'desire' sitting dejectedly against the wall. “Are you alone?” Kyoya asked him.
Tamaki smiled. “It's just you and me now-”
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Kyoya grabbed the other boy's collar and shook him. “That went way farther than a joke! You... you are so stupid...”
Tamaki only looked back at him. “You can say whatever you want, but I'm going to do what I intend to.”
“But why?! Can't you see they were joking? Haruhi doesn't really want you to do this. She was kidding!”
Tamaki grabbed his wrist and pushed him back against the wall. “She's not! She told me very clearly that she would not talk to me again until you and I had worked it out.”
Kyoya froze. Worked WHAT out?
Now Tamaki was dedicating his attention to undoing the belt securing Kyoya's pants.
“What-”
“Stop talking.”
“N-no!”
“You can't possibly complain, no one can see us here.”
“Tamaki, we're outside in BROAD DAYLIGHT! And I have more complaints than that!”
The blond covered his mouth with a hand. “I don't care. You're going to do this and you're going to like it.” He gave him a heavy-lidded gaze and smirked. “I bet you're wishing you had taken gym more seriously.”
Kyoya could only glare at him. He felt a strong hand slip into his pants and against his bare skin, and his world fell into confusion.
He wasn't running away. He was *walking briskly* away. People like Kyoya didn't run no matter what kind of horrific things might be right behind.
Horrific things like half-French guys scolding you for not being a good wife. Kyoya's walk became brisker.
What used to be an amusing joke had become much more in the past ten minutes.
Tamaki had pressed him against the wall with one hand, his other slowly undoing the front of Kyoya's jacket.
“Don't act so ridiculous.” Kyoya was still restraining his anger, but it was escalating at an alarming pace. To be honest, this type of thing had happened before when the two of them were alone. But that was privately. And a joke. This was in front of a live audience and (as horrifying as it was to contemplate) most likely serious.
His blond friend didn't say anything, just parted the front of Kyoya's jacket and pressed his face to the front of his shirt. As he looked down into Tamaki's blond hair the shrieks of the surrounding girls filled his ears. Every pair of eyes in the room was upon them. And most of them were encouraging the situation.
Haruhi's face caught his attention. *She could stop him* he thought, and tried to tell her through expression alone. But she just smiled at him. What kind of reaction was that?!
“Mau, your heart is beating so fast, Mommy,” Tamaki purred. “Are you so excited by Daddy's touch? We could find out.”
Tamaki ran a finger down Kyoya's stomach (the volume of shrieks in the room increased) but Kyoya caught both of his hands in time.
“What do you think you're doing? This isn't funny-” and he was cut off as Tamaki jutted his head upwards and their lips met forcefully.
His first kiss, from Tamaki.
The excited wails and commotion of the crowd seemed very far away now as a thousand thoughts rushed through his head. Irritation, embarrassment, and most of all frustration; this wasn't a closed room where he could tell Tamaki he was a fool and push him off. His reputation was at stake here. Whatever his next move would be, it would be spread around the school (and possibly the business world) as quickly as the information could possibly travel.
Why hadn't Haruhi done anything? It was this thought he kept coming back to. He knew the girl was dense when it came to romance, but she usually got jealous when it came to the president.
Tamaki reached a hand up to his cheek and snapped him out of his paralysis. As gracefully as possible he ducked out of the other man's arms and without a word hustled out of the room. Not the most positive response, but the only one he trusted himself to make; any words exchanged now would be extremely dangerous.
And that was how he now ended up fleeing as efficiently as possible. Kyoya wasn't sure where he was going, only that he needed to be as far from his friend as he could muster. The situation was ridiculous. Almost since she had first arrived at the host club he had silently worked to encourage Haruhi to love Tamaki. He was confident Tamaki would love Haruhi as well. And probably still did; after all, that was what had motivated this entire ordeal.
It hadn't been ruined, but certainly this made his dream that much harder; he could almost hear his father's reproach upon hearing of this situation. All because of those twins. He still wasn't sure exactly where they were coming from, but he suspected it had something to do with controlling Haruhi's feelings. They had made a big mistake by messing with him. He would be sure they paid for it.
A call from Tamaki sent a shiver of horror down his spine and Kyoya to escape via the nearest door, scaling the stairs he found there to the second floor and then the roof. He searched for a way to lock the door but it was no good; he decided his best option was to hide behind the enclosure of the stairwell. Yes, hide. He was hiding from his best friend.
Within a moment the door was flung open. “Kyoya, why do you run from me? My feelings are greatly hurt.”
He turned the corner and caught the object of his 'desire' sitting dejectedly against the wall. “Are you alone?” Kyoya asked him.
Tamaki smiled. “It's just you and me now-”
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Kyoya grabbed the other boy's collar and shook him. “That went way farther than a joke! You... you are so stupid...”
Tamaki only looked back at him. “You can say whatever you want, but I'm going to do what I intend to.”
“But why?! Can't you see they were joking? Haruhi doesn't really want you to do this. She was kidding!”
Tamaki grabbed his wrist and pushed him back against the wall. “She's not! She told me very clearly that she would not talk to me again until you and I had worked it out.”
Kyoya froze. Worked WHAT out?
Now Tamaki was dedicating his attention to undoing the belt securing Kyoya's pants.
“What-”
“Stop talking.”
“N-no!”
“You can't possibly complain, no one can see us here.”
“Tamaki, we're outside in BROAD DAYLIGHT! And I have more complaints than that!”
The blond covered his mouth with a hand. “I don't care. You're going to do this and you're going to like it.” He gave him a heavy-lidded gaze and smirked. “I bet you're wishing you had taken gym more seriously.”
Kyoya could only glare at him. He felt a strong hand slip into his pants and against his bare skin, and his world fell into confusion.