fic: 12 Days of Christmas
Title: 12 Days of Christmas
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: G to light R?
Other Notes: uh, none?
Disclaimer: Nopes.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the Holidays.
AN: I've had way too much fun writing this series. But, I'm not completely happy with this first part. *sighs* Oh well. So, I hope everyone enjoys and be sure to check back daily for the following parts. ^__~
12 Days of Christmas
Day One
25 December
Word Count: 1,292
“Kyouya!”
He looked up and couldn’t resist smiling when he saw his redheaded, energetic lover bounding towards him, a large, wrapped box in his arms. Kaoru was beaming and Kyouya had realized a long while ago that the Hitachiin’s happiness was infectious. “Kaoru,” he said, placing his pen down on the desk, “I wasn’t expecting you this early.”
Kaoru stuck his tongue out, “Don’t lie, Kyouya; you were waiting for me.”
He shook his head, still smiling lightly, but didn’t refute Kaoru’s statement. He had indeed been waiting for Kaoru but he wasn’t about to admit it. Not in words, at least. Though, he was sure that Kaoru knew the truth nonetheless. “What is that?” he asked, indicating the box in Kaoru’s arms.
Kaoru raised an eyebrow but said nothing about the sudden change in subject, “It’s your present of course, idiot.”
Ah. “I see. Shall we exchange them now, then?”
He nodded happily, slightly flushed, “Yeah!”
Kyouya got up and motioned for Kaoru to follow him up to the loft. In actuality, he was a bit nervous. After all, this was his first real relationship and he never would have thought that his boyfriend would be a Hitachiin and with all the stuff that they had went through before they actually became a couple. . . well, how could he not be nervous?
He had had the most difficult time picking out a present for Kaoru, something that really irked him; he wasn’t supposed to be worried about such frivolous things. Though, Kaoru did make him feel and do things he never would have dreamed of feeling or doing before. Sometimes calculations weren’t enough and he definitely hadn’t counted on falling for the younger twin. He shook his head a little to clear his thoughts and reached for the top drawer of the dresser next to his bed.
“Here,” he sat on the bed after pulling out a relatively large rectangular package.
Kaoru eagerly took it and all but shoved the huge box he was carrying into Kyouya’s arms. “Together?” he asked excitedly, eyes shining brightly.
Kyouya couldn’t help but chuckle at Kaoru’s enthusiasm. “All right,” and he slowly, methodically, started to tear at the wrapping of his present. He unwittingly had blocked out the sounds of Kaoru ripping apart his own meticulously wrapped gift, not quite wanting to see what Kaoru’s reaction would be. Who would’ve thought that the twin was so goddamned hard to shop for?
He casually tossed the paper aside and lifted the cover of the box only to have his eyes widen considerably. “Did you. . . make this?” he asked haltingly, staring at the younger twin.
Kaoru looked up and briefly met Kyouya’s eyes before blushing and ducking his head. “Yeah, I designed it while we were-” he paused then continued, looking back up at him, “I thought that it would suit you so I sewed it a couple days ago. Is it-“
“Beautiful, Kaoru,” Kyouya smiled, softly, genuinely, as he fingered the collar of the coat. “Thank you.” He didn’t ask about the falter in Kaoru’s words; he trusted Kaoru to tell him anything that was of importance and if Kaoru deemed that whatever he was about to say was not, then he would leave it be.
Kaoru looked relieved and now Kyouya felt that his own gift was a bit silly. After all, being the ever practical person he was, he had gotten his lover-
“A sketchbook! Oh, great! I was actually going to ask Mother for another one since I’ve almost completely used mine. It’s the perfect size, too!” Kaoru gushed then added as an afterthought, “How did you know the kind of sketchbooks designers use? . . . Wait, never mind, you probably looked it up, didn’t you?”
Kyouya stared stupidly for a moment; he didn’t think it a bit ridiculous? Disregarding the question, he started to voice his thoughts, “It isn’t too-“
“Too what? Too practical?” Kaoru asked, “Of course not, Kyouya. Hikaru and I are heirs to a fashion designing company; I’ll be needed a whole lot of these. Besides,” a wicked grin tugged at his lips, “I wasn’t quite expecting anything extravagant from an Ootori.”
Kyouya frowned, forcing down a blush. What a brat! It’s a wonder why he even put up with the little devil. Oh, right, he was kind of in love with said brat. Damn.
He knew that Kaoru was jesting, of course, but it still stung him a little. Sure he was Ootori, but that didn’t really mean he was a complete asshole or an insensitive bastard. Hell, being in a steady relationship with the twin should prove that tenfold.
Before he could say anything, Kaoru sealed his lips with a brief kiss and all thoughts of reprimanding the twin flew out the window. “You worry too much, Kyouya,” he said when he pulled away, “And think too much, for that matter. I’ve told you before, right? You really ought to relax more. After all, I’m sure that I read somewhere that people with higher stress levels have a lower life expectan-“
Kyouya tugged Kaoru forward and effectively shut him up, giving his lips and tongue something else to do. The brunet leaned back on to the bed, bringing his lover with him so that Kaoru was half lying on top of him. He rubbed small circles on Kaoru’s back which elicited a happy sigh from the twin. When he tried to remove the offending sketchbook from between them, Kaoru stopped him and broke the kiss.
The brunet lifted an eyebrow in question. Kaoru sighed and buried his nose in the crook of Kyouya’s neck, “Mother and Father are actually both home for Christmas so we planned on spending the night together as a family,” he explained, giving the brunet a light kiss behind the ear, making him shiver a little. “I have to leave soon or Hikaru’ll probably throw a fit.” He chuckled and Kyouya could feel a small, regretful smile against his neck, “Sorry.”
Kyouya shook his head, “It’s fine, I understand.” Family, huh?
“But tomorrow?” Kaoru lazily drew circles on Kyouya’s chest.
He blinked, confused, “Tomorrow?”
The redhead lifted his head and grinned, “I made reservations at this restaurant I’ve been dying to try for awhile. I’ll come by around eight or so?”
He let out a little laugh; leave it to Kaoru to be this spontaneous. “And if I said no?”
Kaoru shrugged nonchalantly, “I can just ask Hikaru to come with me.”
Kyouya sighed, “Well, can’t have that now, can we?”-Kaoru laughed at this-“All right, eight.”
“Great! I’ll see you then, Kyouya!” He gave Kyouya another lingering kiss before getting up and picking up the wrapping paper off the bed and the floor, and Kyouya noticed that Kaoru was still clutching the sketchbook close to his body.
“Do you really like it?” he asked in all seriousness.
Kaoru looked up from his cleaning and smiled, “Of course, Kyouya. I’ll cherish anything you give me. Even if it were a rock I’d like it,” Kyouya made a face and Kaoru laughed, “But really, it was very thoughtful of you, despite your thinking otherwise. Thank you.”
Kyouya wasn’t entirely convinced but took it in stride. “I’ll be sure to think of a better gift next time.”
Kaoru smirked and winked, “If you’re so intent on doing so, maybe you can make up for it tomorrow night, ne? Kyou-ya.”
His innuendo wasn’t lost on Kyouya and he couldn’t help but laugh. Kaoru laughed with him as he skipped down the stairs and left with another wave. Kyouya was then given the opportunity to contemplate what exactly he could do to ‘make up’ for his ‘impractical’ gift.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: G to light R?
Other Notes: uh, none?
Disclaimer: Nopes.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the Holidays.
AN: I've had way too much fun writing this series. But, I'm not completely happy with this first part. *sighs* Oh well. So, I hope everyone enjoys and be sure to check back daily for the following parts. ^__~
12 Days of Christmas
Day One
25 December
Word Count: 1,292
“Kyouya!”
He looked up and couldn’t resist smiling when he saw his redheaded, energetic lover bounding towards him, a large, wrapped box in his arms. Kaoru was beaming and Kyouya had realized a long while ago that the Hitachiin’s happiness was infectious. “Kaoru,” he said, placing his pen down on the desk, “I wasn’t expecting you this early.”
Kaoru stuck his tongue out, “Don’t lie, Kyouya; you were waiting for me.”
He shook his head, still smiling lightly, but didn’t refute Kaoru’s statement. He had indeed been waiting for Kaoru but he wasn’t about to admit it. Not in words, at least. Though, he was sure that Kaoru knew the truth nonetheless. “What is that?” he asked, indicating the box in Kaoru’s arms.
Kaoru raised an eyebrow but said nothing about the sudden change in subject, “It’s your present of course, idiot.”
Ah. “I see. Shall we exchange them now, then?”
He nodded happily, slightly flushed, “Yeah!”
Kyouya got up and motioned for Kaoru to follow him up to the loft. In actuality, he was a bit nervous. After all, this was his first real relationship and he never would have thought that his boyfriend would be a Hitachiin and with all the stuff that they had went through before they actually became a couple. . . well, how could he not be nervous?
He had had the most difficult time picking out a present for Kaoru, something that really irked him; he wasn’t supposed to be worried about such frivolous things. Though, Kaoru did make him feel and do things he never would have dreamed of feeling or doing before. Sometimes calculations weren’t enough and he definitely hadn’t counted on falling for the younger twin. He shook his head a little to clear his thoughts and reached for the top drawer of the dresser next to his bed.
“Here,” he sat on the bed after pulling out a relatively large rectangular package.
Kaoru eagerly took it and all but shoved the huge box he was carrying into Kyouya’s arms. “Together?” he asked excitedly, eyes shining brightly.
Kyouya couldn’t help but chuckle at Kaoru’s enthusiasm. “All right,” and he slowly, methodically, started to tear at the wrapping of his present. He unwittingly had blocked out the sounds of Kaoru ripping apart his own meticulously wrapped gift, not quite wanting to see what Kaoru’s reaction would be. Who would’ve thought that the twin was so goddamned hard to shop for?
He casually tossed the paper aside and lifted the cover of the box only to have his eyes widen considerably. “Did you. . . make this?” he asked haltingly, staring at the younger twin.
Kaoru looked up and briefly met Kyouya’s eyes before blushing and ducking his head. “Yeah, I designed it while we were-” he paused then continued, looking back up at him, “I thought that it would suit you so I sewed it a couple days ago. Is it-“
“Beautiful, Kaoru,” Kyouya smiled, softly, genuinely, as he fingered the collar of the coat. “Thank you.” He didn’t ask about the falter in Kaoru’s words; he trusted Kaoru to tell him anything that was of importance and if Kaoru deemed that whatever he was about to say was not, then he would leave it be.
Kaoru looked relieved and now Kyouya felt that his own gift was a bit silly. After all, being the ever practical person he was, he had gotten his lover-
“A sketchbook! Oh, great! I was actually going to ask Mother for another one since I’ve almost completely used mine. It’s the perfect size, too!” Kaoru gushed then added as an afterthought, “How did you know the kind of sketchbooks designers use? . . . Wait, never mind, you probably looked it up, didn’t you?”
Kyouya stared stupidly for a moment; he didn’t think it a bit ridiculous? Disregarding the question, he started to voice his thoughts, “It isn’t too-“
“Too what? Too practical?” Kaoru asked, “Of course not, Kyouya. Hikaru and I are heirs to a fashion designing company; I’ll be needed a whole lot of these. Besides,” a wicked grin tugged at his lips, “I wasn’t quite expecting anything extravagant from an Ootori.”
Kyouya frowned, forcing down a blush. What a brat! It’s a wonder why he even put up with the little devil. Oh, right, he was kind of in love with said brat. Damn.
He knew that Kaoru was jesting, of course, but it still stung him a little. Sure he was Ootori, but that didn’t really mean he was a complete asshole or an insensitive bastard. Hell, being in a steady relationship with the twin should prove that tenfold.
Before he could say anything, Kaoru sealed his lips with a brief kiss and all thoughts of reprimanding the twin flew out the window. “You worry too much, Kyouya,” he said when he pulled away, “And think too much, for that matter. I’ve told you before, right? You really ought to relax more. After all, I’m sure that I read somewhere that people with higher stress levels have a lower life expectan-“
Kyouya tugged Kaoru forward and effectively shut him up, giving his lips and tongue something else to do. The brunet leaned back on to the bed, bringing his lover with him so that Kaoru was half lying on top of him. He rubbed small circles on Kaoru’s back which elicited a happy sigh from the twin. When he tried to remove the offending sketchbook from between them, Kaoru stopped him and broke the kiss.
The brunet lifted an eyebrow in question. Kaoru sighed and buried his nose in the crook of Kyouya’s neck, “Mother and Father are actually both home for Christmas so we planned on spending the night together as a family,” he explained, giving the brunet a light kiss behind the ear, making him shiver a little. “I have to leave soon or Hikaru’ll probably throw a fit.” He chuckled and Kyouya could feel a small, regretful smile against his neck, “Sorry.”
Kyouya shook his head, “It’s fine, I understand.” Family, huh?
“But tomorrow?” Kaoru lazily drew circles on Kyouya’s chest.
He blinked, confused, “Tomorrow?”
The redhead lifted his head and grinned, “I made reservations at this restaurant I’ve been dying to try for awhile. I’ll come by around eight or so?”
He let out a little laugh; leave it to Kaoru to be this spontaneous. “And if I said no?”
Kaoru shrugged nonchalantly, “I can just ask Hikaru to come with me.”
Kyouya sighed, “Well, can’t have that now, can we?”-Kaoru laughed at this-“All right, eight.”
“Great! I’ll see you then, Kyouya!” He gave Kyouya another lingering kiss before getting up and picking up the wrapping paper off the bed and the floor, and Kyouya noticed that Kaoru was still clutching the sketchbook close to his body.
“Do you really like it?” he asked in all seriousness.
Kaoru looked up from his cleaning and smiled, “Of course, Kyouya. I’ll cherish anything you give me. Even if it were a rock I’d like it,” Kyouya made a face and Kaoru laughed, “But really, it was very thoughtful of you, despite your thinking otherwise. Thank you.”
Kyouya wasn’t entirely convinced but took it in stride. “I’ll be sure to think of a better gift next time.”
Kaoru smirked and winked, “If you’re so intent on doing so, maybe you can make up for it tomorrow night, ne? Kyou-ya.”
His innuendo wasn’t lost on Kyouya and he couldn’t help but laugh. Kaoru laughed with him as he skipped down the stairs and left with another wave. Kyouya was then given the opportunity to contemplate what exactly he could do to ‘make up’ for his ‘impractical’ gift.