Fic: Make me (1/2?)
Fic: Make Me
Rating: R 'cos I should give this a go The story decided to twist on me so I'm guessing this is PG-13?
Warnings: Er...I think there's definite OOC?
Summary: Includes (er...mention of? -_-u) a tea party with alcoholic shots, maybe some rain and an aggressive!Tamaki.
A/N: This was inspired from the chat last week, but Kyouya and Tamaki were shy and so it didn't get to porn status. ^-^ Guess I'll have to do a chapter two. I could just wait to post it all when it finally comes together but I wanted to post something.
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Tamaki blinked owlishly as a cup of tea was placed in front of him. "Kyouya~! Did you put something in the tea? Why is everyone else acting weird! And why does this tea," here, Tamaki took a cautious whiff of his tea, "smell like alcohol?"
Kyouya smiled back pleasantly, "Why, Tamaki, are you accusing me of something?" His glasses glinted and Tamaki shrank back. "Why,noofcoursenotIwouldn'teverimplythatyouwouldmakethehostclubdrunkforextraphotoprofit-!"
Kyouya's smile widened as Tamaki quickly grabbed his tea and downed it to cover up his blathering. "Oh, but Tamaki! I have been putting alcohol in the tea." Kyouya negligently waved a bottle of brandy as he gracefully fell into his seat. He was pleased to note the slight flush on Tamaki's face as the alcohol ran through the blonde's system. "You know, Tamaki, I've never seen you drunk. You always seem to drink a lot but I've noticed that you don't drink as much as the amount of times you brink a cup to your mouth suggests." Kyouya leaned forward, resting his hand on his head as he observed the other boy. "I'm curious as to know why. As the others are so helpfully demonstrating, there are a variety of drunks out there and I thought it would be good idea to take note before our visit to the commoner's clubs, as there is a large amount of alcohol usually consumed at these places. Now, Hikaru seems to be a hyper drunk, while Kaoru is a sleepy drunk. Mori seems to be making up for his lack of words when he's sober, Honey seems to be a strangely dramatic drunk and Haruhi is a rambling drunk. Now all that's left is you to take care of."
Tamaki blinked as his body weaved from side to side and watched uneasily as Kyouya filled up his teacup again. "Kyouya, I don't think this is a good idea."
Kyouya raised an eyebrow at the blonde as he took a sip of his own alcoholic beverage. "Oh? And why is that?"
Tamaki fidgeted under the scrutiny. "Well...that is to say- you know I...but I can't-WHAT ABOUT YOU? What type of drunk are you, Kyouya?" panicking, Tamaki downed his drink again, unintentionally proceeding to get himself more drunk. By now, Tamaki's face was flushing on and off as if he was battling with himself.
Kyouya smirked. "Me? I'm not telling."
Tamaki slammed his cup down, startling Kyouya. "Reeeally, Kyouya. Now that's not fair. You get to see everyone else but you won't tell me what type of drunk you are?" Tamaki smiled at Kyouya, but there was something off about it that unnerved the black-haired boy slightly. He cautiously filled Tamaki's cup again, before watching speculatively as Tamaki drank it down this time without any pause, the blonde's smile turning predatory.
Kyouya took another sip of his own drink. "If you really want to know what type of drunk I am," here, Kyouya allowed himself to smile provocatively, feeling the buzz of his own drinks, even as his eyes sharpened carefully to watch Tamaki. "I already told you that I'm not telling so you're going to have to either get me drunk or make me tell you."
Kyouya started again when Tamaki suddenly shot up and walked out of the room. Kyouya frowned as he picked up the bottle of brandy and proceeded to go after the host club king, casting a negligent glance at the rest of the members before passing through the doors to the hallway. The servants could take care of them.
He walked through the darkened hallways that were illuminated by the candle shaped lamps, searching for the blonde but already guessing where he would find him. If he was right, then it would all work out to his plan anyway. Kyouya finally reached his room, and as he predicted, Tamaki was there, standing at the window, watching the rain falling softly outside in the night sky.
Tamaki turned to observe Kyouya as he entered, "Ne, Kyouya, how did the tea party turn out like this?"
Kyouya smiled innocently even as his glasses glinted in the moonlight. "I spiked everyone's drinks with strong brandy and the cake too?"
Tamaki growled. "And why would you do that Kyouya?"
"Because I dra-" Kyouya clicked his mouth shut. He'd almost given himself away and that just wouldn't do.
"What was that, Kyouya?" Tamaki was now stalking towards him.
Kyouya shuddered slightly, struggling to suppress it. At that moment, Tamaki looked very, very good. His mouth curved to one side as he arched his neck, giving the king an inviting look at the pale white column of his throat. "Nothing. I can't be giving myself away now, can I?" Kyouya took another drink of the brandy still in his hand, a bit of it deciding to trail down the side of his mouth and down his throat.
Tamaki smiled disarmingly. "But, Kyouya, I don't think it was nothing at all. In fact, I think it was something very big, and I demand that you tell me!" By now, Tamaki's voice had been reduced to a low rumble.
Kyouya smirked dangerously, although the effect was slightly ruined by the faintly pink tinge that lay across his cheeks and the hand loosening his tie. Strolling nonchalantly forwards, he proceeded to invade Tamaki's personal space, jabbing the other boy in the chest and forcing him back. "Demand, Tamaki? Now that is really rude, don't you agree? In any case, the only way that I would do anything that you demand me to, were if you were to make me!" Kyouya looked down his nose at Tamaki as if from a greater height, despite his slightly smaller size and smirked sardonically. "And I don't think that you're in any position to make me do anything right now. Do you?"
At this, Tamaki growled, aware that he was backed almost to the wall next to the window. Suddenly, his hands shot out to grab Kyouya by the lapels of his dress suit, and he whirled them around, slamming Kyouya into the wall. Kyouya gave a surprised gasp of pain and almost dropped the bottle of alcohol. Kyouya then continued to raise an eyebrow at the mop of blonde hair he could see, whilst taking a mouthful of the drink still in his hand, carelessly spilling more of the liquid down his face and soaking the collar of his shirt, causing the fabric to cling to his shoulder.
At the smell of more alcohol, Tamaki tilted his head up to look at the other boy. Kyouya presented an enticing image, his suit jacket falling off one shoulder and the wet fabric of the white dress shirt underneath seemingly turning transparent and hugging the skin underneath. His tie hanging low, and the top two buttons undone also gave Tamaki prime view of Kyouya's collarbone, with brandy trailing down into the dip at the base of his neck.
His head bent low, his bangs falling over his face so that his violet eyes glowed malevolently from the moonlight from beneath the blonde strands, Tamaki glared hungrily into Kyouya's face, a predatory smile forming. Kyouya flushed, pulling the bottle of brandy slowly from his mouth, a strand of saliva still connecting the lip of the bottle to his mouth, his head still tilted up, until Tamaki was pressed against him, lips moving urgently against his own, Tamaki's tongue invading his mouth, sucking the liquid that remained inside and drinking it down like a man dying of thirst.
Kyouya moaned minutely, slumping back into the wall, only being held up by Tamaki's own body. And than he was pushing Tamaki back, even as the other boy trailed his tongue over the taste of brandy on Kyouya's skin. "Stop, Tamaki. We can't do it..."
Kyouya groaned again as Tamaki pulled away his jacket and pulled insistently at his top, all the while sucking at the his collarbone through the damp patch of his shirt. Then Tamaki paused as Kyouya's words registered in his hazy mind. "Stop?" Tamaki grabbed Kyouya's hands, which had still been pushing at him and shoved them at the wall above his head. "We're not stopping now. You've been teasing me all night and I think I have the right to take you right here, right now, hard against the wall." Tamaki's hard voice turned into a seductive one as he leaned close to Kyouya's ear. "Don't you think? Because if you want to stop," Tamaki's voice turned slightly mocking, as he rubbed one of his legs at Kyouya's groin, "you're going to have to 'make me', Kyou-ya-kun."
Kyouya snarled at Tamaki. "Dammit, Tamaki. If I didn't want this I wouldn't have started it, but you're not bloody well fucking me without lube!"
Tamaki paused, and then Kyouya watched as he began to shake. It took just a moment to realise that Tamaki was chuckling, rumbles vibrating up through his chest and translating into Kyouya's own body through their connecting bodies. "Kyouya! You planned this?" Tamaki pressed closer to Kyouya's body sounding breathless. "Kyouya, all you had to do was ask."
Kyouya scowled. "I didn't plan this." Kyouya flushed a little. "At least, I didn't start out planning this."
Tamaki peered up into Kyouya's face curiously. (AN: Maaaa! How did the sex scene suddenly change??!?) "Ne, Kyouya-kun, you're blushing. You're blushing? You're blushing! Now you have to tell me how this happened!" Tamaki gleefully poked the other boy in the side repeatedly, unheedful of the irritated expression growing on Kyouya's face.
Kyouya finally slapped the other boy's hand away and sauntered towards his bed, sighing and flopped down onto it, completely ignoring the other boy. "I need to drink more..."
Kyouya jerked as the other boy jumped on him, straddling the darker boy's hips and trapping him to the bed. "Kyouya! Tell me why you spiked the tea! And the cake! Tell meeee~!"
"Ah! Tamaki! Get off! The alcohol has worn off, so I don't nee-...let's go back to the tea party."
Tamaki pouted but allowed Kyouya to lead the way back to the other members of the ouran host club. Kyouya in front, however, missed the momentary devious smile behind his back.
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A/N: more alcohol and a continuance of the tea party in the next chapter? And porn. Maybe crossdressing as well to fulfill
dolens_torpeo's request of "TAMAKI KYOUYA. TEA PARTY. DRESS UP AS WOMEN ENCOURAGED." Yes, I realise that the flow of the story is really disjointed, I'll try to work on it in the next chapter.
Rating: R 'cos I should give this a go The story decided to twist on me so I'm guessing this is PG-13?
Warnings: Er...I think there's definite OOC?
Summary: Includes (er...mention of? -_-u) a tea party with alcoholic shots, maybe some rain and an aggressive!Tamaki.
A/N: This was inspired from the chat last week, but Kyouya and Tamaki were shy and so it didn't get to porn status. ^-^ Guess I'll have to do a chapter two. I could just wait to post it all when it finally comes together but I wanted to post something.
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Tamaki blinked owlishly as a cup of tea was placed in front of him. "Kyouya~! Did you put something in the tea? Why is everyone else acting weird! And why does this tea," here, Tamaki took a cautious whiff of his tea, "smell like alcohol?"
Kyouya smiled back pleasantly, "Why, Tamaki, are you accusing me of something?" His glasses glinted and Tamaki shrank back. "Why,noofcoursenotIwouldn'teverimplythatyouwouldmakethehostclubdrunkforextraphotoprofit-!"
Kyouya's smile widened as Tamaki quickly grabbed his tea and downed it to cover up his blathering. "Oh, but Tamaki! I have been putting alcohol in the tea." Kyouya negligently waved a bottle of brandy as he gracefully fell into his seat. He was pleased to note the slight flush on Tamaki's face as the alcohol ran through the blonde's system. "You know, Tamaki, I've never seen you drunk. You always seem to drink a lot but I've noticed that you don't drink as much as the amount of times you brink a cup to your mouth suggests." Kyouya leaned forward, resting his hand on his head as he observed the other boy. "I'm curious as to know why. As the others are so helpfully demonstrating, there are a variety of drunks out there and I thought it would be good idea to take note before our visit to the commoner's clubs, as there is a large amount of alcohol usually consumed at these places. Now, Hikaru seems to be a hyper drunk, while Kaoru is a sleepy drunk. Mori seems to be making up for his lack of words when he's sober, Honey seems to be a strangely dramatic drunk and Haruhi is a rambling drunk. Now all that's left is you to take care of."
Tamaki blinked as his body weaved from side to side and watched uneasily as Kyouya filled up his teacup again. "Kyouya, I don't think this is a good idea."
Kyouya raised an eyebrow at the blonde as he took a sip of his own alcoholic beverage. "Oh? And why is that?"
Tamaki fidgeted under the scrutiny. "Well...that is to say- you know I...but I can't-WHAT ABOUT YOU? What type of drunk are you, Kyouya?" panicking, Tamaki downed his drink again, unintentionally proceeding to get himself more drunk. By now, Tamaki's face was flushing on and off as if he was battling with himself.
Kyouya smirked. "Me? I'm not telling."
Tamaki slammed his cup down, startling Kyouya. "Reeeally, Kyouya. Now that's not fair. You get to see everyone else but you won't tell me what type of drunk you are?" Tamaki smiled at Kyouya, but there was something off about it that unnerved the black-haired boy slightly. He cautiously filled Tamaki's cup again, before watching speculatively as Tamaki drank it down this time without any pause, the blonde's smile turning predatory.
Kyouya took another sip of his own drink. "If you really want to know what type of drunk I am," here, Kyouya allowed himself to smile provocatively, feeling the buzz of his own drinks, even as his eyes sharpened carefully to watch Tamaki. "I already told you that I'm not telling so you're going to have to either get me drunk or make me tell you."
Kyouya started again when Tamaki suddenly shot up and walked out of the room. Kyouya frowned as he picked up the bottle of brandy and proceeded to go after the host club king, casting a negligent glance at the rest of the members before passing through the doors to the hallway. The servants could take care of them.
He walked through the darkened hallways that were illuminated by the candle shaped lamps, searching for the blonde but already guessing where he would find him. If he was right, then it would all work out to his plan anyway. Kyouya finally reached his room, and as he predicted, Tamaki was there, standing at the window, watching the rain falling softly outside in the night sky.
Tamaki turned to observe Kyouya as he entered, "Ne, Kyouya, how did the tea party turn out like this?"
Kyouya smiled innocently even as his glasses glinted in the moonlight. "I spiked everyone's drinks with strong brandy and the cake too?"
Tamaki growled. "And why would you do that Kyouya?"
"Because I dra-" Kyouya clicked his mouth shut. He'd almost given himself away and that just wouldn't do.
"What was that, Kyouya?" Tamaki was now stalking towards him.
Kyouya shuddered slightly, struggling to suppress it. At that moment, Tamaki looked very, very good. His mouth curved to one side as he arched his neck, giving the king an inviting look at the pale white column of his throat. "Nothing. I can't be giving myself away now, can I?" Kyouya took another drink of the brandy still in his hand, a bit of it deciding to trail down the side of his mouth and down his throat.
Tamaki smiled disarmingly. "But, Kyouya, I don't think it was nothing at all. In fact, I think it was something very big, and I demand that you tell me!" By now, Tamaki's voice had been reduced to a low rumble.
Kyouya smirked dangerously, although the effect was slightly ruined by the faintly pink tinge that lay across his cheeks and the hand loosening his tie. Strolling nonchalantly forwards, he proceeded to invade Tamaki's personal space, jabbing the other boy in the chest and forcing him back. "Demand, Tamaki? Now that is really rude, don't you agree? In any case, the only way that I would do anything that you demand me to, were if you were to make me!" Kyouya looked down his nose at Tamaki as if from a greater height, despite his slightly smaller size and smirked sardonically. "And I don't think that you're in any position to make me do anything right now. Do you?"
At this, Tamaki growled, aware that he was backed almost to the wall next to the window. Suddenly, his hands shot out to grab Kyouya by the lapels of his dress suit, and he whirled them around, slamming Kyouya into the wall. Kyouya gave a surprised gasp of pain and almost dropped the bottle of alcohol. Kyouya then continued to raise an eyebrow at the mop of blonde hair he could see, whilst taking a mouthful of the drink still in his hand, carelessly spilling more of the liquid down his face and soaking the collar of his shirt, causing the fabric to cling to his shoulder.
At the smell of more alcohol, Tamaki tilted his head up to look at the other boy. Kyouya presented an enticing image, his suit jacket falling off one shoulder and the wet fabric of the white dress shirt underneath seemingly turning transparent and hugging the skin underneath. His tie hanging low, and the top two buttons undone also gave Tamaki prime view of Kyouya's collarbone, with brandy trailing down into the dip at the base of his neck.
His head bent low, his bangs falling over his face so that his violet eyes glowed malevolently from the moonlight from beneath the blonde strands, Tamaki glared hungrily into Kyouya's face, a predatory smile forming. Kyouya flushed, pulling the bottle of brandy slowly from his mouth, a strand of saliva still connecting the lip of the bottle to his mouth, his head still tilted up, until Tamaki was pressed against him, lips moving urgently against his own, Tamaki's tongue invading his mouth, sucking the liquid that remained inside and drinking it down like a man dying of thirst.
Kyouya moaned minutely, slumping back into the wall, only being held up by Tamaki's own body. And than he was pushing Tamaki back, even as the other boy trailed his tongue over the taste of brandy on Kyouya's skin. "Stop, Tamaki. We can't do it..."
Kyouya groaned again as Tamaki pulled away his jacket and pulled insistently at his top, all the while sucking at the his collarbone through the damp patch of his shirt. Then Tamaki paused as Kyouya's words registered in his hazy mind. "Stop?" Tamaki grabbed Kyouya's hands, which had still been pushing at him and shoved them at the wall above his head. "We're not stopping now. You've been teasing me all night and I think I have the right to take you right here, right now, hard against the wall." Tamaki's hard voice turned into a seductive one as he leaned close to Kyouya's ear. "Don't you think? Because if you want to stop," Tamaki's voice turned slightly mocking, as he rubbed one of his legs at Kyouya's groin, "you're going to have to 'make me', Kyou-ya-kun."
Kyouya snarled at Tamaki. "Dammit, Tamaki. If I didn't want this I wouldn't have started it, but you're not bloody well fucking me without lube!"
Tamaki paused, and then Kyouya watched as he began to shake. It took just a moment to realise that Tamaki was chuckling, rumbles vibrating up through his chest and translating into Kyouya's own body through their connecting bodies. "Kyouya! You planned this?" Tamaki pressed closer to Kyouya's body sounding breathless. "Kyouya, all you had to do was ask."
Kyouya scowled. "I didn't plan this." Kyouya flushed a little. "At least, I didn't start out planning this."
Tamaki peered up into Kyouya's face curiously. (AN: Maaaa! How did the sex scene suddenly change??!?) "Ne, Kyouya-kun, you're blushing. You're blushing? You're blushing! Now you have to tell me how this happened!" Tamaki gleefully poked the other boy in the side repeatedly, unheedful of the irritated expression growing on Kyouya's face.
Kyouya finally slapped the other boy's hand away and sauntered towards his bed, sighing and flopped down onto it, completely ignoring the other boy. "I need to drink more..."
Kyouya jerked as the other boy jumped on him, straddling the darker boy's hips and trapping him to the bed. "Kyouya! Tell me why you spiked the tea! And the cake! Tell meeee~!"
"Ah! Tamaki! Get off! The alcohol has worn off, so I don't nee-...let's go back to the tea party."
Tamaki pouted but allowed Kyouya to lead the way back to the other members of the ouran host club. Kyouya in front, however, missed the momentary devious smile behind his back.
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A/N: more alcohol and a continuance of the tea party in the next chapter? And porn. Maybe crossdressing as well to fulfill
dolens_torpeo's request of "TAMAKI KYOUYA. TEA PARTY. DRESS UP AS WOMEN ENCOURAGED." Yes, I realise that the flow of the story is really disjointed, I'll try to work on it in the next chapter.