Without Reason

Diclaimer: I do not own.

AN: Its not all that hard core but whatever.

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Kyoya cursed ever so softly under his breath taking his utmost care not to be heard surrounded as he was by a mass of cooing girls. Fortunately enough the attention was for the most part, not focussed on him; instead it was trained on the heated argument between the Hitachiin twins. That in itself was odd. Usually host club session composed of one of the twins getting upset with the other and the there was a touching reunion in which the brothers came together in an overwhelming display of affection.

That however was not the case on this particular day. Kyoya could tell before the heated words began to be exchanged that the twins were well and truly mad at each other. It was a rare occurrence and something that was trivial at worst and yet it was disruptive enough towards club activities to warrant a touch of agitation on the part of Kyoya.

The girls, predictably were anticipating the touching reunion of the brothers, something Kyoya was certain would not occur that day and to say the situation was cumbersome would have been an understatement. Unfortunately there was little that could be done about it. The brothers were difficult to handle when they were at odds with each other and the only one who had any success was Tamaki and yet even he didn’t have a hope in calming them down when they in front of a crowd.

“My, my they’re really going at it aren’t they?” Said a cheery voice behind him. Kyoya grimaced.

“Don’t sound so happy, this is going to cost us Tamaki.” Kyoya slowly turned so that he was facing the blond.

“Huh?” The look was pure and utter confusion and it was enough to make Kyoya push up his glasses in agitation. Tamaki could be so clueless sometimes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the girls expect to see a deeply touching scene of affection between Kaoru and Hikaru and they’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

“But it’s far more suspenseful this way.” Tamaki said in that way he had, that manner which made it impossible for Kyoya to get frustrated with him, well almost impossible.

“Our customers will hardly be appreciative of that.” Kyoya informed him.

“They won’t enjoy themselves?”

“Not at this rate.”

“Not unless they see a deeply touching scene of affection?”

“That’s right.” Kyoya found he wasn’t quite certain he liked the direction Tamaki’s thoughts had taken but he resisted the urge to cut off whatever wild and insane idea the president had come up with this time.

“But they would be happy if they were witness to any particular deeply touching scene of affection.” Kyoya silently mused about how slow Tamaki could be while nodding his head agreeably.

“Ah.” Tamaki said softly, as though in understanding. And it was then that Kyoya, if he had had his wits about him, would have retreated to the relative safety of anywhere but right next to the president Suou with his worrisomely gleaming eyes. “For the happiness of all the fair maidens who grace us with their company.” Tamaki declared proudly.

Kyoya felt a hand close around his wrist and the sharp tug that followed and found himself being dragged onto center stage (right smack dab in the middle of the Hitachiins’ argument). For all the world his face was cool and composed mask but inside his heart thundered. What on earth was the fool planning, he hardly thought he could see it through.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately he didn’t have to wait all that long to find out. Kyoya fixed Tamaki with his full attention, resigned to stand his ground for whatever Tamaki had started. Only instead of Tamaki being at eye level with him as he was used to Kyoya found that the blond was kneeling before him.

Kyoya wondered to himself how the idiot could look so elegant even dragging himself along the dirty floor. Then Tamaki opened his mouth and everyone’s attention, including his own was bound to the words that fell from his lips.

“Please, why are you doing like this? I admit I acted foolishly, in the moment, but surely that is not worthy of such scorn. Forgive me?” The was a collective gasp.

Kyoya found himself falling into character quite readily. “Do you think it’s that easy even if I did want to?” He asked in a voice little more then a whisper.

The anticipation in the room could have been cut with a knife and though in all reality Kyoya felt rather foolish, he knew that it now fell on himself and Tamaki to keep the customers well satisfied if they were to come back, and there was little he wouldn’t do for a profit, even facilitate Tamaki’s wild notions and outreaching attitude. Or so he told himself.

“It could be. You could make it that easy.” Tamaki pleaded, in his knees, an imploring look on his face. Kyoya thought he heard Haruhi scoff, or perhaps it had been one of the twins stifling a laugh, he couldn’t tell, but then that hardly mattered. Every pair of eyes in the room was focussed on him, he could feel it and he expected no less. This type of behaviour was to be expected from Hikaru and Kaoru, and a little dramatization was no surprise considering it was Tamaki, and even Hunny and Mori had their moments but this was the Shadow King himself (though that wasn’t his title to the girls), the very epitome of cool who was the centre of attention and it would have been a gross understatement to say everyone wanted to see the outcome of the little scuffle of words between the two boys.

Kyoya found himself tempted to say ‘come by tomorrow and find out what happens’ but refrained. Instead he came back with, “I wish you wouldn’t do that. Such pathetic words only make you seem more the fool.” He went to turn away, feeling a slight thrill of anticipation knowing exactly what Tamaki would do.

“Is that so?” Tamaki’s hand caught his wrist, twisting me around. “You think I’m a fool? An idiot perhaps? Could your opinion of me even get any lower?”

Kyoya wondered when this had taken an angry turn, it was meant to be soothing to the mass of girls who had been hanging on every word of the Hitachiin argument and now this little scene. Yet no solution seemed forthcoming, but the rivetting manner in which everyone was watching stopped Kyoya from turning the confrontation in new direction. It would come to an appropriate end eventually, that much he knew, and then they could be done with the act and he could back right back into the shadows without having to worry about bringing back their oddly boylove obsessed fanbase of customers.

Kyoya allowed for a moment dramatic pause before giving his answer. “No.”

“Well then I might as well do this.” Kyoya was yanked forward before his mind had the time to process what was happening. Before he could recover he felt Tamaki’s arms wrap around him and the soft insistent press of the blond’s lips on his own. His world dissolved into a sweet chaos, and all he was aware of was the melting warmth of Tamaki.

The soft probe of a tongue, Tamaki’s, caused him to open his with a gasp and his ears didn’t even register the deafening squeal that went up as one cohesive sound from the overwhelmed crowd. In fact the only thing that registered was the wonderful feeling of Tamaki’s tongue invading his mouth and the way his body clicked as it was pulled up against the President’s tall lean form.

And then it all fell away and Kyoya just barely kick started his mind to formulate a response. “You presume too much.” He hissed hotly before turning heel and striding away. There was an audible thump as half the girls watching fainted while the other half tried to avoid doing so themselves and yet the self-satisfied smirk eluded Kyoya.

“You were great out there.” Spouted an overly pleased voice behind him and Kyoya noticed that Tamaki had jogged to catch up to him, escaping the crowd of swooning girls who were left in the hands of the other host club members.

“Hn.” Kyoya responded. He found that he was still a little shaken. “You didn’t actually have to kiss me you know.” Kyoya said at last, finding himself acting a little short towards Tamaki, something he rarely did.

“Oh but I did.” Tamaki gushed, placing both his hands either of Kyoya’s shoulders as though to impress upon the brunet the significance of his actions. Kyoya felt himself tense at the touch and his mind went uncharacteristically blank, much the same as it had when Tamaik’s lips had been on his own. The room suddenly felt a little too small and too well heated and Kyoya found that his pants were just a bit tighter.

Startling at the realization, Kyoya jerked away from the blond touch and turned, walking away as fast as he could without running. It wasn’t right that he was affected so by a mere acted kiss from a friend and the thought was haunting. But then Tamaki wasn’t just a friend, Kyoya realized, he was Tamaki and there were so many things that made Kyoya irrational and uncertain, despite how hard he tried to manipulate stability into his life and rationalized his actions with the want of money.

Tamaki had always had the ability to turn his life upside down, without so much as trying, or so it seemed, and now as his heart thundered and his mind went blank. He couldn’t bear to let Tamaki see though him so easily and yet he couldn’t find the will to mask the chaos of his feelings. And Kyoyo found he could do nothing but leave, leave before he made an utter fool of himself in front of his best friend.

Off course he never really expected to get away from Tamaki so easily, he well knew how persistent the blond could be and yet he dared to hope. He slammed his back up against the wall of the dimly lit stairwell, taking comfort in the distinct click of the door closing. A meagre light filtered in from a window one story up, and Kyoya found himself breathing hard. He had been careless, he knew, and it was infuriating and yet he found he could not hate himself for it.

“Kyoya?” A soft voice called into the darkness. Kyoya felt his heart stutter before it began to race once more.

“What?” He snapped into the darkness. Slowly footsteps approached, echoing compoundly between the narrow and high walls of the stairwell. “Is something wrong?”

“You should not have done what you did. You are a King among idiots, do you know that?” Kyoya released a shaky breath and blinked up at his best friend, standing less then a foot from him.

“I had to do it.” Tamaki whispered, his voice steady despite how soft it was.

“No you didn’t.” Kyoya ground out.

“Yes I did. It was the only chance I’d ever get.”

“...”

“Kyoya-”

“Stop it.” Kyoya looked down at the ground, utterly confused by the situation. This was a dream, a bad dream and it could hardly be happening.

“You must think I’m pitiful.” Those words were full of such pain, Kyoya felt his eyes jerk up but the blond was staring resolutely at the ground, like he himself had done just a moment before.

“Tamaki, stop it.” Kyoya repeated, though this time more gently, it hurt him to see Tamaki like this and he had no clue was possessed the blond to act in such a way.

“I can’t. Don’t you get it?! I-”

“That’s enough Tamaki.” Kyoya said coldly cutting him short, he felt at though his heart was burning a hole in his chest but he ignored it. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“But-”

“No, I think it’s best if you didn’t say any more.” Kyoya muttered. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he was doing. One part of him wanted Tamaki to continue, needed to hear something he had even realized he wanted and the other part, the rational part of him knew that if he let Tamaki continue it would be disastrous for the both of them.

“Fuck you Kyoya.” Kyoya found himself shocked beyond words, Tamaki never swore. “You want this, don’t deny it, you wanted me first.”

“Stop it Tamaki, you have no idea what you’re talking about.” Kyoya felt himself trembling and found that he couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason.

“Oh really?” Tamaki stepped forward and in an instant was pressing him to the wall. His lips pressed to the brunet’s and Kyoya felt his heart clench painfully even as he opened his mouth and snaked his tongue along Tamaki’s bottom lip. At some level he knew he had wanted this for a very long time now and yet he had maintained that Tamaki was his friend, his best friend and nothing more. Only best friends did not make out in dark stairwells, best friends did not kiss with tongue and best friends most certainly didn’t get a painfully obvious erections at the mere thought of kissing said friend. Kyoya snapped his head to the side, breaking the kiss as though burned.

“Why did you deny yourself? Why are you still denying yourself?” Tamaki’s voice seemed raw and needy and it pulled at Kyoya’s heartstrings.

“Because I never wanted to see you hurt. This is not what you need.”

“You could never hurt me. And I don’t need anything more than to be pressed up against you right now.”

“Yes, now. But what about tomorrow, or the day after or the day after that?” Kyoya shoved the blond from him and instantly felt alone.

“Well tomorrow will be what we make of it.” Tamaki whispered, and then his hands were on him, spreading a sweet hot fire over his skin and slipping under his button up shirt. The felt entrancing against his skin and Kyoya found that for once in his life he did not have the will to pull away. He found himself leaning in to press a frenzied kiss on Tamaki’s slightly swollen lips. When he finally pulled away for air Tamaki reached up and slipped his glasses form his face.

“You have the most powerfully stunning eyes.” Tamaki murmured, not at all sounding like his usual bubbly self. This was a Tamaki few saw and one that Kyoya was only familiar with in passing. Kyoya felt a blush creep into his cheeks at the blond’s words and managed a weak word of thanks before he dipped in for another kiss.

Kyoya felt as though he had been drowning and Tamaki was his air and despite every bone in his body screaming at him that what he was doing was wrong Kyoya pressed Tamaki to the wall and ravished him, loving the way his heart finally sung with fulfilment at the tiny muffled moans that slipped past Tamaki’s lips, at perfect way in which their bodies molded together and at the more than eager response of Tamaki against him. This was something he had never dared to hope for, something he had been too scared to even dream of and in that moment it was perfection beyond words, beyond thought and beyond comprehension and for once that was just fine.

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AN: It was just laying around on my computer so I decided to post it. Does anyone want a sequel?

- Incessant_Darkness