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Halloween Hunger	By : Bloodysyren Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Host Club, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Kyouya sat on the plush, overstuffed couch in the lounge connected to Tamaki’s bedroom, slowly drinking a steaming cup of tea, eyes closing blissfully at the wonderful aroma and taste of the green tea sliding past his lips. When he opened them again and gazed across the room, the Host Club’s King was still dashing back and forth, in and out of view, tearing through his closet, looking for something to wear for Halloween.

The Shadow King just reclined further against the couch, pushing off his shoes, tucking them underneath himself, pulling out his ever-present notebook, leafing through it. He opened to the information that he had on their dim-witted King. He noticed that the last few years, Tamaki had dressed as a Cowboy, Gangster, and The Phantom of the Opera. He wondered what the blonde would come up with this year.

He heard a cough and lowered his notebook, to peer over the top at Tamaki who had a Roman soldier’s outfit on, sword strapped to his side, the red horsehair plume on top swaying back and forth. Kyouya glanced down, taking in the full image of the Leader of the Host Club.

“Well, what do you think?” Tamaki inquired.

“I like it.” Kyouya replied.

“Really? You don’t think it’s too much?”

“No, if you’d like to, go ahead, it is your choice after all.”

“I know it is, but I wanted to get your expert opinion,” Tamaki said, removing the helmet and holding it under his arm, “That’s why I invited you over after all.” Kyouya smiled a little.

“What are your other options?” He asked. Tamaki shuffled back into his bedroom and Kyouya returned to his notes. Coming out for a second time, Tamaki was dressed in a frilly maid’s outfit. Kyouya only had to glance up once and immediately said “No. No way.” Tamaki retreated back into his bedroom. After a few minutes, he emerged for a third and final time wearing only tight leather pants with a black tie around his neck. Kyouya shut his notebook with a snap and tossed it on the table.

“And what are you supposed to be now?” He stood up and walked over to Tamaki, a slight glint of lust burning in his dark eyes. Did Tamaki even realize what he was wearing? Did he know what the sight, the smell, the feel of leather did to Kyouya’s senses. The Shadow King cornered Tamaki against the wall. He could feel the tingle of that smell in his nostrils.

“I…I’m not sure. I just threw something on, I didn’t really have anything in mind at the time.” Tamaki stammered out nervously. Kyouya reached up to hook his index finger into the knot of the tie, sliding it down to grip the loose end and pulled Tamaki into a searing kiss. The King of the Host Club began to protest, his hands pushing against the front of Kyouya’s shirt, but soon, his fingers were gripping the dark blue fabric as if it were a lifeline, tugging and pulling his second in command closer, crushing their mouths together.

Kyouya broke the kiss, staring down a flushed and aroused Tamaki, nearly collapsed against the wall. The Shadow King was thinking naughty things. His fingers still gripped the tail of the tie as he walked into the bedroom, dragging Tamaki behind him like a puppy on a short leash. He walked over to the bed, cornering Tamaki again, he slid his finger into the knot of the tie, undoing it, trailing his hand along that smooth chest. He could still smell the earthy, animal skin clinging to that lithe body. Kyouya bound his lover’s wrists together in front of him with the tie, knotting it securely.

“What are you doing, Kyouya?” Tamaki protested, struggling against the soft silk restraint.

“Something you’ll like, don’t worry.” Kyouya reassured him in his most commanding, yet gentle voice. He could see Tamaki shudder, his shoulders flinching visibly. The Shadow King wrapped his arms around his King’s waist and began kissing and nipping at the slender neck, pressing his body against Tamaki’s, his bound hands the perfect height. Tamaki could feel the front of Kyouya’s pants with his fingertips and this realization, this sudden thought sent a thrill through him.

He strained his fingers to conform around the prominent bulge between Kyouya’s legs and felt a shudder of pleasure as he squeezed and explored, his hands wrapping as best they could against the Shadow King’s erection. Kyouya pressed himself tighter against Tamaki’s body, feeling himself melt into those hands. After a little while, he pulled away and looked into those eyes again, brimming over with curiosity and desire. He bent down a little and scooped up the blonde in his arms, lifting him onto the huge bed, setting him down gracefully. Kyouya sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at his lover and began undoing the buttons on the front of his shirt.

“You knew what those pants would do to me, didn’t you?” Tamaki shook his head.

“I had no idea something like that would cause a reaction like….this.” He glanced longingly at the strip of skin exposed between the buttons of Kyouya’s shirt. He watched as Kyouya slid the shirt off his shoulders and let it pool on the floor. Unbuckling his pants and stripping those off slowly, he gave a stern command to the Host Club King:

“Roll over.” Tamaki instantly complied, scared at what would happen if he didn’t. Kyouya slithered onto the bed, now completely naked and settled next to Tamaki’s hips.

“Comfortable?” Kyouya inquired, leaning close to Tamaki’s ear, licking the sensitive shell, feeling a shudder from the boy beneath him. Tamaki could only nod.

“Let me make things a little better.” Kyouya purred, shoving a hand palm up between his King’s legs, earning a surprised moan. Tamaki was startled when that hand slid hard against his aching erection, making his muscles tense. Kyouya’s hand pressed up, making Tamaki lift his hips off the bed a bit, ass in the air, his back curving beautifully.

Kyouya shifted his weight and spread Tamaki’s legs further apart, sliding face first, on his back, underneath the cheeky blonde. Tamaki flinched in surprise when he felt his Shadow King shift between his legs, fingers working nimbly on the clasp of those sinful leather pants. Pushing down the smooth fabric, Kyouya could smell the powerful leather mingling with Tamaki’s own heady aroma, that strong cock jutting from a nest of blonde curls. He nearly forgot what he was doing, completely entranced by the beautiful sight now invading, dominating his vision.

He gripped Tamaki’s erection in his fist and stroked a few times, watching those hips thrust vainly into his fist, wanting to feel that friction. He wrapped his plush lips around the head, feeling that smooth, sweet skin against his tongue. Tamaki shuddered uncontrollably, feeling tremors of lust rip through his body, up his spine. His bound hands bent at the elbows, clasped together in front of him, his shoulders barely able to support him. He slumped to the bed, his lower body relaxing, backside still exposed, leather pants pushed around his knees.

Kyouya started bobbing his head, his fingers tightening and sliding up and down his lover’s cock, watching the shudders that tore through him. Kyouya’s other hand slid back farther, pressing against that space behind Tamaki’s balls, his fingers searching out that puckered entrance. Tamaki moaned softly, his head spinning from the pleasure. The Shadow King released Tamaki’s erection, sliding out from between those strong legs. He faced the still prostrate blonde and dove down to lick at that small hole, flicking his tongue against the sensitive flesh.

Tamaki, startled again by the sudden motion and attention his backside was getting, moaned loudly and thrust his hips forward. He felt that hot tongue on him, a hand sneaking around to grip his cock again, stroking smoothly. He rocked his hips against that sinful mouth, plundering his ass, tongue pressing against his tender entrance. He felt the lips kissing his tailbone, a finger replacing the tongue, pushing inside of him slowly.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Kyouya asked. He pushed his finger into that tight cavern, earning him a throaty moan, a cry of pleasure voiced into the sheets. Tamaki almost couldn’t believe it, that something that seemed so wrong could feel so wonderful! He shuddered as that finger twisted inside of him, sliding out to be joined by another, a pair of devilish digits squirming inside of him. A hard squeeze to his neglected erection made him toss his head back in pleasure, mouth gasping for air.

Kyouya’s fingers were slowly removed and he stroked himself in time with Tamaki, his hips twitching and thrusting into his own fist. He released the King’s erection and slid those amazing pants from his ivory skin, tossing them off the bed, but not before burying his face into the crotch. It did seem very unlike him, but when did he get a chance to push his face against a piece of clothing that had his lover’s smell all over it, not to mention the sexy scent of leather.

He replaced his hand on his shaft, stroking his thumb over the head, preparing himself. He gripped the back of Tamaki’s head, pulling him up onto his knees, cock sliding beneath his legs, making his King shudder violently, preparing himself for the pleasure to come. Kyouya slipped his shaft between those soft cheeks, pressing in gently. As he breached the first ring of muscle, Tamaki let out a pent up sigh. When Kyouya pushed all the way in, Tamaki gasped, his head thrown back against Kyouya’s shoulder.

Kyouya bit harshly on Tamaki’s neck, the waves of pleasure washing over him, pulling him under, feeling his cock gripped by that strong cavern, muscles clenching and constricting around him. He snaked a hand around to Tamaki’s stomach and stroked his shaft roughly, making the King moan loudly, his hips thrusting and pushing back on the strong piece of flesh claiming him, nimble fingers assaulting him from the front. He gasped loudly and shuddered, his bound hands stretching behind him to rest on top of Kyouya’s head, urging him to bite harder on his neck.

Tamaki arched his back, Kyouya’s back mimicking that of his King, thrusting deeper, speeding up the pace. Tamaki moaned, his face contorted in pleasure. Kyouya could feel himself getting close to the edge. He stroked and twisted Tamaki’s shaft in his fist, feeling the blonde shudder as his breath hitched in his throat, a cry spilling past his lips as he spilled his seed into Kyouya’s palm, the Shadow King watching it drip onto the crisp sheets. He felt those strong muscles twitch and convulse around him, making him push roughly into that spent body and shudder his release, gripping Tamaki’s strong body against his, one hand pressed to his throat, tilting his head up to bite down hard against the blonde’s neck. Tamaki moaned in spite of himself, he loved the feeling of Kyouya’s body against his, pleasure finally overtaking both of them.

As Kyouya pulled out slowly, he kissed Tamaki’s neck tenderly, leaning forward to undo the knot of the tie around his wrists. Getting up to clean himself off, Kyouya looked sweetly on the pale form lying on the bed, totally spent and comfortable. He felt something cold on his foot and glanced down to see the shiny leather pants. He picked them up and slid them on, a little surprised that they fit so perfectly. He shuddered a little at the feel of the leather on his skin, the strong earthy smell lingering in his nostrils again.

He was so distracted by the pants he had been daydreaming over that he didn’t notice the hand that was pushing him up against the wall until his back hit the cold, flat surface. His mind was snapped back to reality and there was his cheeky lover, grinning at him, holding the tie. Tamaki spun Kyouya around and bound the silk tie across his eyes, pressing his face, his chest, his crotch to the wall. A hand snaked around to grip him hard, sliding against the front of the leather pants. He shuddered when a husky voice purred in his ear.

“Those were mine, you know. But, I think they look even better on you.” A knee slid between his thighs, spreading his legs apart. Kyouya smiled smugly.

“So, what was your costume idea now that you don’t have these at your disposal?” He questioned.

“I just figured we could forget about the whole costume thing, and instead, play a little game. It’s called cops and robbers. I have a uniform in my closet.”

“Mmmm, you know, I think I need to be punished for stealing these from you.” Tamaki smiled, “I’ll go grab my handcuffs.”
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