Kiss Kiss Fall In Love

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Chapter One: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men
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“Irrashaimase!”
It was a normal day at Ouran High School. Classes had ended, and the rich, well brought up students of the high class academy strolled down the halls and outside the grounds, greeted by black and white limousines, some longer than others. Cherry blossoms scattered the ground in a plush pink carpet, and the smells and sights of spring permeated the air, making the high school seem all the more lovely, all the more unattainable to the poor and middle class that went to school down the street. Although most of the blue clad teenage boys had made their departure, the girls, looking like yellow primroses on Ouran’s campus, all trouped to the famous Music Room 3, to be greeted by seven handsome host club members.
“Welcome, princesses! Please, make yourselves at home,” the blond one spoke up, giving a flourish with the fan he was holding to usher the shy girls inside.
All seven of them wore traditional kimonos; Mori’s and Kyoya’s being the most traditional of all. Each had a delicate floral print adorning the soft material—Tamaki wore the colors of a king, purple and white, while Hunny wore pink, Mori black, Kyouya a light beige, Haruhi a dark violet and the twins each wore white with the flowers embroidered with glittering gold thread. The girls entered, tittering, hearts already palpitating as their designated hosts led them to tables and sofas, to enjoy a cup of earl gray or green tea, or simply to hear quiet, sensual words flow from parted lips.
Tamaki, of course, had two girls at once.
They sat on each side of him, and with crossed legs and hands resting on one knee, the Host Club King easily juggled between the two of them, spouting forth bits of poetry from his innermost being.
“Tamaki, that’s a lovely kimono, it looks so good on you…” one of the girls murmured shyly, casting demure eyes at his body and then back up to his face quickly.
“Ahh, do you think so, princess?” Tamaki said, turning shining blue eyes on her now and leaning forward to clutch her hands in his. “It was made from the finest silk and thread, exclusively for our humble host club. Here, touch, I ordered these for beautiful eyes and hands such as yours to see, and feel... do you see how the primroses and cherry blossoms intertwine, like two lovers alone in a glade? Almost like a Midsummer’s Night Dream… yes, I am quite a fan of Shakespeare…”
As Tamaki continued to speak, the twins a few meters away from him, seated at their table, cast dark looks his way.
“How does he do it?” Hikaru muttered.
“You mean, where does he get it?” Kaoru answered.
From his sofa Tamaki babbled on, completely at ease in his own environment.

Yes, it was a normal day, Kyoya observed, but he didn't let that lull him. He kept his ears open. At other tables, gossip flowed, chattering about the school's newest arrival, an influential heir of a more-than-respectable fortune. Kyoya listened, as always, but nothing new presented itself. He'd know about this particular transfer student months in advance. It had always the Kurrin family's intention that their eldest son attend the final year in the country of his birth. Tradition.

The Ohtori slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he made a few notations in his ever-present accounting ledger. As usual, money was something of a problem. The set albums were as popular as ever, despite the fact that it contained little more than amateur shots, but branching out into other items might be advisable. He was currently experimenting with paper fans, each adorned with a more professional picture of each host--a success almost immediately. He glanced over at the Host Club andits Princesses, checking that everything was up to par. Everything was going better than usual, for a change. Even the twins mostly confined their mischief to the verbal variety. Haruhi was on a roll, as usual. He frowned. At this rate, 'the natural rookie' would meet quota and be gone before the end of the term. That wouldn't do at all. He would have to fix that. She brought in too many customers to allow her an escape before her final year. Another vase would be too obvious, as well as a bit expensive to waste on such a trap. Something like a dropped tea set might work better. The question was how to arrange it without arousing any suspicion.

Kyoya worked at the problem, as well as a hundred other minor details, as the afternoon wound to evening. He made the occasional note between entertaining clients of his own. Tamaki lost no steam at all; just the opposite, in fact. He seemed to gain more and more enthusiasm with every Princess. The twins theorized that the compliments powered him up, like Superman gaining energy from the sun. They were still snickering to themselves about it as the Club wound down, and soon only the Hosts were left. He made a few final notes as Tamaki stretched like a cat.
"Kyooooya!" he called out with that sparkling grin as he sauntered lithely over. "The fans were a wonderful idea, my Princesses loved them!"
The nosy blond tried to take a peek at what he wrote, but Kyoya snapped the ledger shut before he could get so much as a glimpse. He was secretly pleased that Tamaki appreciated his efforts. He fought a reaction as the self-proclaimed 'King' leaned onto his shoulder and breathed into his ear.
"You know, you shouldn't write so much, you can get hand cramps!"
Fighting reactions was second nature to him, by now. The only expressions that touched his face were the ones he put there. As was proper for a businessman. No, more than proper, quite necessary. Management was a cutthroat world, and this was suitable practice.
"The financial welfare of this club depends on it," he managed to reply quite calmly.

The Suoh, however, was no longer listening, lost in his own little world again as he stared out the large windows at the sunset. The dark-haired young man sincerely doubted the other even realized what affect he had on him. Not with the way he kept fawning over Haruhi. If the self-proclaimed King could keep his eyes from her for longer than three minutes at a time, the sun would rise in the west tomorrow. He slid his glasses up again as everyone prepared to leave. He wasn't precisely jealous; he hadn't exactly staked a claim, after all. He simply found it both irritating and amusing (depending on his mood) that Tamaki irrevocably went after the most impossible target he could see.

As the Host Club gradually filtered towards the door, waving their goodbyes to them, Tamaki spun around, blue eyes set on his friend's darker ones.
"Kyoya!" he said sharply. "I've come up with the perfect plan for tomorrow!"
Eyes flashing, the blonde prince brought the hand that had been dramatically pointing at Kyoya up to stroke his chin as he paced back and forth.
"I want to have a 'happy family' theme. I, of course, will be the affluent father, keeping his family safe and protected and sheltered, while you will be the mom, Haruhi my daughter, the twins my meddling sons, and Mori and Hunny the two crazy neighbors that have come to join us."
The serious, faraway look he had broke off, and he turned to Kyoya once again, sunny with expectation.
"Well? Isn't it perfect? Do you approve, Mom?"

Haruhi passed by them, a bag slung over her shoulder.
"I already have a dad," she said flatly, ignoring the predictable slump in Tamaki's shoulders and mood.

"Your plan is not without merit," he agreed mildly. He reopened his ledger, jotting down a fewpossibilities. Preferably one that didn't end up with him wearing a dress. He'd done that once, but it was only to keep Haruhi here, and no one he knew had seen him (besides the other club hosts). "Perhaps overnight, your idea will perfect itself." He was vaguely disappointed that Tamaki was no longer leaning against him, but he could certainly handle it. The matter of the tea set... the girl was hardly that clumsy, in retrospect. Well, chances were Haruhi would do something herself that he could find blameworthy. Tamaki could hardly protest; it would mean more time spent with her. He waited to see if the subtle suggestion for departure had hit home. He still had more work to do, after all, not to mention homework and studies. It looked to be another sleepless night. Tamaki's voice broke into his thoughts again.
"Yes yes, it does need to be thought over a bit over.." the blonde was agreeing.
"We can discuss it more at your place, Kyoya! Or mine, but you know how my father gets... and Antoinette..." he murmured. Kyoya remembered his friend's overly rambunctious dog and her tendencies to shove people down on the floor and lick their faces to death. He certainly didn't want that happening to him. Tamaki let out a gasp as another idea his him.
"It'll be a sleepover! I've never had one before..."
He turned those beautiful blue eyes on Kyoya, big and puppy dog like in their intent.
"Ah, yes, It will be an excellent opportunity to share with you the state of our fianances, Tamaki," he agreed calmly. As well as to keep you from dressing me as a woman. "I do believe my domicile shall prove to be more suitable for this endeavor." Inwardly, he exulted. This would be an opportunity, indeed. But dare he act on his secondary objective...? That would remain to be seen.

The delighted Tamaki slipped his hands in his pockets, now walking to the opposite end of the room to retrieve his brown leather shoulder bag for school.
"I'll just come home with you, Kyoya, I'm sure you have spare toothbrushes and such at your place," the boy declared off-handedly, walking to the doors and waiting for his friend impatiently.
"But of course, Tamaki," he agreed sedately, packing up the remainder of his work. He had photos still to compile, others to upload, and there was the matter of coming up with yet more merchandice—but for once, all that could wait. For now, there was Tamaki. He hid a smile. Tonight should prove... interesting, indeed.

Kyoya watched Tamaki as he practically bounced down the halls, so vibrant and full of life. He would be the first to admit that, unlike his blonde friend, he hadn't a romantic bone in his body. He found such delusion difficult to understand. However, you didn't have to be a sculptor to appreciate a statue. Tamaki was, indeed, the work of art he often declared himself. Not that he would say so, of course. Not aloud. It would only inflate his ego.
Occasionally, Kyoya made a comment as the flow of words demanded, but otherwise let him babble on uninhibited. There seemed to be no end to them, and the most fascinating thing was that he knew for a fact that Tamaki did not memorize long speeches before speaking at such length. It was, in its own way, interesting what spontaneity could produce. He personally found comfort in precision and predictability; Tamaki was certainly neither. Still, he welcomed a counterbalance personality. If nothing else, it certainly kept him on his toes.

He was startled from his thoughts when Tamaki leaned over to whisper in his ear, "We can't tell the others about this until tomorrow, so it can be a surprise."
Kyoya was grateful that he looked out the window soon after, because he had lost enough control to blush faintly.
"Nn. Yes, of course. My lips are sealed," he managed to reply.
He regained his composure quickly. This sleepover might turn out to be more stressful than he expected, if his plans turned awry.

After a few minutes the driver pulled into the long Ootori estate's driveway; Tamaki nearly pressed his nose to the glass as he gazed out at it.
"Oooh, Kyoya, I haven't been here in a while, did you change anything?" he asked, turning his head now to gaze back at his friend with sparkling blue eyes. Kyoya glance at him out the corner of his eye. In fact the last time he had been there was two weeks ago, but possibly in the blond's head, this was long enough. Before the driver even put on the brakes Tamaki sprang out, combing his fingers through his hair in the breeze and waiting for him to lead the way inside. That dog of his was a good match for him, he reflected. Antoinette and the Suoh probably wore each other out. He waited until the limosine halted completely before opening his door and calmly stepping out. He paused thoughtfully before closing it, taking a moment to inwardly admire Tamaki in his chosen royal colors.
"Not really. A few security upgrades. Nothing obvious," he replied, finally pushing the door shut with a low click.
"Where did you wish to sleep tonight?"
There were, of course, several options, indoor and out. He'd been here often enough to know the options.
"In your room, of course," said Tamaki with a smug little where-else-would-I-sleep smile on his face. He took hold of the cuff on Kyoya's jacket and dragging him bodily up the stairs to the front doors. Kyoya passively allowed Tamaki to drag him along the courtyard, then through the corridors after he let them in. His friend put his captive hand on the knob of his room's door, urging him to open it quickly. Suddenly the blonde gasped, and he took a step back to give Kyoya the full effect of heartfelt puppy dog eyes.
"Unless... you wouldn't want me in your room... but then, I would understand... after all, I am very excitable... I wouldn't want to upset the tranquil atmosphere of your sacred area..."
The Ohtori smothered a frown at the hesitant statements. That same excitability was one of the things he found so attractive. After all, Tamaki wasn't actually stupid; he just rarely stopped long enough to think things through. Almost adorable, when it wasn't causing trouble. In reply, he simply opened the door and gestured that the other proceed him.
"Nonsense. I carry my own tranquility."
He straightened his kimono, deciding he would change as soon as the opportunity presented itself. However, he would not be offering that option to Tamaki; he enjoyed seeing him dressed this way.

"Very true, very true," said Tamaki airily, stepping into the room as if he already owned it and taking a look around.
An instant recovery, as usual.
"It's as if I've been here yesterday!" he proclaimed, letting his bag fall to the floor as he sauntered about the room, examining this pen and that notebook, the calendar that he got for Kyoya during summer and a small Shisa statue along with it. He finally made his way to the window, opening up the curtains and gazing out. He turned to face Kyoya after a few minutes of daydreaming, smiling once again.
"Well, Mom? Shouldn't we get started?"
He walked to the bed and took a seat on the edge.
"It looks like you hardly sleep in this. You shouldn't work yourself so hard," he added chidingly. Tamaki's voice had taken on a deeper tone-- one of true concern for his friend. The worry rather flattered him, and took him by surprise. Characterically, he kept both to himself.
"Work will not do itself, Tamaki," he replied instead.
"I am well enough. Your concern is... appreciated," he added more softly, almost to himself. He waved a hand.
"Make yourself at home. I need to change."
He set his bag by his desk and his ledger on it, moving towards the bathroom.
"Wait! Kyoya..."
The host club king rose and walked over to his friend, looking over his face with somber, serious eyes. Then he took his hands in his own and squeezed them tenderly, looking them over as carefully as he had done Kyoya's face.
"Will you rest, tonight, if only for me?" he whispered softly, finally looking up at him.
Kyoya had been too stunned to reply right away, the words bringing an unbidden blush to his cheeks. Then Tamaki leaned forward slowly, planting a kiss right on the other's lips and holding himself there. Kyoya didn't, (couldn't!) react at first, startled beyond belief, but the small sound the other made broke through the shock. This was what he wanted, after all. He pressed his body against his, lips parting slightly to invited his prospective lover's tongue inside. He was aware of making a few small sounds himself.

Tamaki broke away from the heated kiss, which was only beginning to get hotter, and placed a couple more kisses on the side of Kyoya's jaw in apology.
"Kyoya... ah... we'll play a good father and mother tomorrow, for sure," he stammered out, pupils a bit dilated from lust.
"I just wanted to practice for tomorrow, you know how our customers are," he added quickly, looking back up to Kyoya with a smile, though with something a little more intricate going on behind azure eyes.
"...Our customers," he repeated flatly, rapidly retreating back into himself.
Damn it. Of course that's all it was.
"I will not kiss you in public," he remarked, coldly.
Let that be hint enough, if the other needed it. He pulled a pair of very conservative pajamas from his wardrobe, not even looking at Tamaki, now. Since he was, admittedly, avoiding any eye contact, he missed the expressions on his face that would have shown that it could possibly have been more than just a game. He walked briskly into the bathroom, forcing himself to close the door normally instead of slamming it. That Tamaki! He sighed, irritated, placing his glasses carefully on the counter. That Tamaki... He decided he would have a bath before dressing, to give him a chance to recollect himself.

Kyoya spent more time brooding in the water than he had intended. He dried off quickly, applied a comb to his damp, dark hair. A few wipes with a clean cloth removed the steam and dirt from his glasses. His fingers twitched slightly, unaccustomed to not having his ledger or a pen close at hand. He opened the door, glancing over at the bed, and his expression softened slightly.
"Tamaki, you idiot," he muttered, striding over quietly.
He watched him sleep for a few minutes before pulling the blanket up lightly to his chin. He turned his back, then, heading for his desk. He had, as Tamaki had pointed out, spent more time at it than the bed his guest now slept in. Opening his ledger and laptop, he began to work. First to transfer his notes and figures of the day... His fingers moved rapidly over the keys. He paused a moment, looking over his shoulder at Tamaki, then took a remote from his desk drawer. With one hand, he turned on the desk lamp, then the other pressed a sequence into the remote to turn off the ones overhead. If he knew his friend, he would probably sleep most of the night if he wasn't disturbed. All to the good. The Suoh would only try to keep him from working.

He continued on for some time, pausing to check back on Tamaki occasionally. He lay on the bed like a starfish the first time, was over on his belly the second, then once more sprawled on his back, after that, his side. He allowed himself a small smile. Even in sleep, he was full of energy. As if awoken by the thought, Tamaki's voice rang out accusingly.
"You're working!" He listened to the other pad up barefoot behind him—but he didn't stop just behind him. He wrapped his arms about him, peering over his shoulder and taking note of the ledger and laptop. He froze when Tamaki hugged him that way, leaning against him.Not tensed, simply ceased all motion. Kyoya looked up at his face when he spoke again.
"Stop working... come to bed, go to sleep... please? Please Kyoya?"
He was giving him those damnable puppy dog eyes once more, but... this time, they were serious, too.
"..."
He listened to the plea, saw the quiet entreaty in those lovely eyes... With a soft movement, he reached up to close the laptop quietly. When he stood, he abruptly noticed Tamaki's kimono had almost undone completely. He averted his eyes, pushing his chair in as an excuse. Thankfully, the blush was successfully fought back. He shouldn't be losing control this easily. He was stronger than that! Smiling now that he had gotten his way, Tamaki continued ushering Kyoya to his bed, apparently just in case he changed his mind and escaped to his laptop again. He only stopped when he saw that his friend was settling down into the bed as requested. As he walked back over to his side, Tamaki let the kimono fall all the way off his shoulders, revealing a well toned abdomen and chest, and... heart boxers. He had a difficult time keeping his eyes from the blonde, but he managed to jerk his gaze away before the other noticed his stares.
"I apologize if you aren't used to this," Tamaki whispered as he slipped back under the covers next to him, "this is how I usually sleep at my house."
Kyoya lay down, obediently closing his eyes.
"I am quite sure I will manage," he answered drily.
No, he had no problems with how Tamaki chose to sleep. Well, except for the fact that he wanted to reach out and touch that smooth skin... He quickly clasped his hands over his chest to forstall the temptation. He found himself drifting off almost immediately--all that hot water from the bath had done him in, perhaps. He was wearier than he'd anticipated. Another night, perhaps, he would try again. His last thought before falling asleep was the problem, however welcome, that was Tamaki.

Sometime during the night, he rolled over, cheek pillowed on Tamaki's bare chest. And on he slept, oblivious.

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Thanks for reading! It's only one chapter in a loooong
story that will only keep getting better. I should have
another uploaded within the week, if not tonight.
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