OHHC: How Kyouya Ohtori Ended Up With Tamaki Suoh
Title: How Kyouya Ohtori Ended Up With Tamaki Suoh
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Rating: PG-13
Originally posted here.
One.
"Kyouya, we should speak tonight. I've been putting out inquiries for possible brides for you."
Kyouya sipped his cappuccino and didn't look up from the morning paper. "I'm really not interested, father."
Yoshio's eyebrow twitched.
"While this can be done without your input, I think the chances of your marital felicity would be much greater if you were involved in the process."
"Marriage, father. I'm really not interested in getting married."
He raised his gaze to his father's lowering brows. Yoshio told himself he had no reason to find his third son's eyes so cold and, well, frightening.
"Then think of it as a business transaction," the elder Ohtori said shortly.
"I'm really in a very good position financially. Profits are up, stocks prices are high, and our business plan for the next six years is progressive. I really don't see any need to increase business holdings in this manner. Thank you for your input, Father."
Kyouya stood, snapped the newspaper in half, and left the dining room. Yoshio fumed, but really, what could he do to his youngest son, who owned the company for which he worked?
Nothing more on the matter was said, and Kyouya never saw reason to mention it to Tamaki. Especially not when he kissed him like that.
Two.
"Everything is lovely as usual, Ohtori-san. Though you might have outdone yourself on the menu. Delicious!"
The third Ohtori son smiled warmly at his guest, the head of a large paper manufacturing company with whom his group had close dealings. "Ah, well, it is nothing compared to what the wedding will be like. Only the best for my Mariko-chan!" The beautiful girl on his arm flushed prettily.
"You are so lucky to find yourself such a devoted husband," the manufacturer's wife told her, and Mariko agreed with a smile. The manufacturer congratulated Kyouya on his engagement before moving on to let others speak with the guest of honor. Through the crowd, Kyouya caught a glimpse of a grin, and blond hair. Tamaki's hand was on the elbow of an elegant European woman, whose own hand flashed with diamonds.
The corners of Kyouya's lips turned up. Tamaki's head inclined in the smallest of bows.
The wait until the evening would be long.
Three.
"Huh."
"Maybe it would have been better if we'd tried it the other way?"
"Doubtful."
"Yeah."
. . .
"Well, I guess that's that then."
"It seems so."
"It's one notch for experience, though."
"Tamaki?"
"Yes, Kyouya?"
"Shut up."
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Rating: PG-13
Originally posted here.
One.
"Kyouya, we should speak tonight. I've been putting out inquiries for possible brides for you."
Kyouya sipped his cappuccino and didn't look up from the morning paper. "I'm really not interested, father."
Yoshio's eyebrow twitched.
"While this can be done without your input, I think the chances of your marital felicity would be much greater if you were involved in the process."
"Marriage, father. I'm really not interested in getting married."
He raised his gaze to his father's lowering brows. Yoshio told himself he had no reason to find his third son's eyes so cold and, well, frightening.
"Then think of it as a business transaction," the elder Ohtori said shortly.
"I'm really in a very good position financially. Profits are up, stocks prices are high, and our business plan for the next six years is progressive. I really don't see any need to increase business holdings in this manner. Thank you for your input, Father."
Kyouya stood, snapped the newspaper in half, and left the dining room. Yoshio fumed, but really, what could he do to his youngest son, who owned the company for which he worked?
Nothing more on the matter was said, and Kyouya never saw reason to mention it to Tamaki. Especially not when he kissed him like that.
Two.
"Everything is lovely as usual, Ohtori-san. Though you might have outdone yourself on the menu. Delicious!"
The third Ohtori son smiled warmly at his guest, the head of a large paper manufacturing company with whom his group had close dealings. "Ah, well, it is nothing compared to what the wedding will be like. Only the best for my Mariko-chan!" The beautiful girl on his arm flushed prettily.
"You are so lucky to find yourself such a devoted husband," the manufacturer's wife told her, and Mariko agreed with a smile. The manufacturer congratulated Kyouya on his engagement before moving on to let others speak with the guest of honor. Through the crowd, Kyouya caught a glimpse of a grin, and blond hair. Tamaki's hand was on the elbow of an elegant European woman, whose own hand flashed with diamonds.
The corners of Kyouya's lips turned up. Tamaki's head inclined in the smallest of bows.
The wait until the evening would be long.
Three.
"Huh."
"Maybe it would have been better if we'd tried it the other way?"
"Doubtful."
"Yeah."
. . .
"Well, I guess that's that then."
"It seems so."
"It's one notch for experience, though."
"Tamaki?"
"Yes, Kyouya?"
"Shut up."