Fanfic: Mine [R] {Ouran Host Club}
Title: Mine
Rating: R
Realm: Ouran Koukou Host Club
Pairing: Tamaki/Kyouya and implied Tamaki/Haruhi
Warnings: slash, sexual situation
Word-count: 973
Notes: This scene takes place during episode eight in the anime; directly after the argument between Tamaki and Haruhi.
Part two can be found here
The two boys left the dining room in silence, Kyouya a little ahead of Tamaki. The two of them both knew where they were heading, even though Tamaki had fended ignorance of it earlier on. Walking through the many hallways they finally arrived at the room where Tamaki stayed, just across the hallway from Kyouya’s own room.
“Thanks Kyouya,” Tamaki said, just briefly glancing at his friend, completely missing the glint in the eyes, before looking back at the hallway with a concerned look on his face. “Why can’t she get into that thick skull of hers that she needs to be careful?” He murmured.
Before he knew what was happening Kyouya had grabbed him and thrown him against the door, pinning him there. Tamaki’s groan of pain turned into a low moan when Kyouya licked a trail along Tamaki’s neck, pressing down to bite gently at the base of the neck, then making up for the pain by lapping at it. Semi-unconsciously Tamaki leaned his head backwards, giving Kyouya more room, all the while pushing himself closer to the other boy. Kyouya stopped the movement by holding his hips in place, right at the back of the door.
“Are you trying to make me jealous… Daddy?” Kyouya murmured as his face came to hover an inch or so in front of Tamaki’s face.
The blonde’s eyes widened at the predatory look on Kyouya’s face and very slowly raised his hands to pluck away the glasses from Kyouya’s face before slinging them around the other’s neck, bringing them closer still.
“Never,” he breathed, pressing his lips to the other boy’s.
Kyouya manoeuvred them into the bedroom, never once breaking contact from the kiss. Hands touched and pawed at clothes, Tamaki’s shirt falling to the floor and then he felt how the back of his legs knocked at the edge of the bed and let himself fall back against it, Kyouya not far behind, pinning his wrists as his hips rested just inches away from his own, thighs securing him down to the mattress. Tamaki’s eyes were wide open as he stared up at Kyouya, unconsciously licking his suddenly dry lips. Then, realizing the calculation and that dark glint in the other’s eyes Tamaki tried bringing up one of his legs, brushing the other’s groin very lightly in the process before lowering it again, feigning innocence as Kyouya’s eyes first widened to then narrow sharply.
Kyouya buried his face at Tamaki’s neck, altering in kissing, nipping and biting, bringing low urging noises from the blonde who fought to move his wrists and hips, though the dark-haired young man would allow him no such things as he moved lower, an appreciating hum escaping Kyouya as he momentarily paused to look at the lightly toned torso.
Tamaki made a low sound in the back of his throat as Kyouya laved at the other’s torso, teasing the sensitive skin. Eyes occasionally drifting up to look at the other Kyouya continued, breath ghosting over a sensitive nipple, causing the blonde to shiver. He paused and stared at the other’s facial expression, watched purplish blue eyes flash open in shock, the horror of that he had stopped clear on his face.
“Kyo,” Tamaki gasped, head falling backwards and back arching from the bed. He needed more, needed the touch, and needed to touch, his fingers balling into fists. “Please.”
The other shifted his weight, straightening out one of his legs and bringing it around Tamaki’s right leg, the major part of Kyouya’s weight on his legs; which pressed so sinfully good against his trouser clad groin. Legs finally freed Tamaki wound the one that wasn’t pinned down around the other’s leg, bringing them as close as this would go with their clothes still on; which in a part of Tamaki’s brain was bothering him.
Still he couldn’t help grinding his hips against the other, causing more of that lovely friction. He could feel the shivers through Kyouya’s body, but other than that the other was still fully in control of himself. Head bowing downwards Kyouya took in one of the rosebud coloured nipples, sucking lightly before biting down hard, bringing a gasp from Tamaki who arched his back to get closer. Occasionally he’d jerk at his wrists, tugging restlessly, but the grip was ironbound. Distractedly Tamaki wondered why Kyouya hadn’t just tied him down; he knew there were tools for it in the room.
At some point Tamaki had started making these low mewling noises and the tugging at his wrists getting more and more frantic. It could be noted that not once had Kyouya done anything but using his mouth on the other’s upper body, and a very light pushing of his leg, which just happened to be the seam where the push-pull-tug movement made it all border between pain and pleasure.
The buzzing of a phone rang through the room, and Kyouya rose instantly, leaving Tamaki almost screaming in protest.
Kyouya barely paid him a look as he answered and then held a short conversation before hanging up.
“There’s been a breach of the security. I’ve got to go.”
Tamaki looked at him, mouth wide-open. How the? Why the?
“Kyouya….” He said in a dangerously low tone. “Don’t you dare walk out that door.”
Kyouya just looked at him before walking towards the door. “I’ll be back later.”
With a soft click Kyouya closed the door, smiling to himself.
‘That ought to teach him.’
Brushing a thumb over his lips he ensured himself of that there were no outer tell-tale signs of what he’d been doing, then making his way towards his own room.
Now all he had to do was to figure out a way to completely bring out Haruhi from the picture.
Ohtori Kyouya did not share unless forced to; and this he wouldn’t tolerate.
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Part two can be found here