New Ouran fic - "Good Business"
Title: Good Business
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1077
Summary: Kyouya has a new idea for how to increase Host Club business.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the order of the words.
Author's Note: Written for the IJ porn battle, here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/porn_battle/
Prompt: Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, good business.
It was Tamaki’s habit to spend any free time that came his way in the Third Music Room, even when there were no official Host Club activities going on. Sometimes other members came and went, sometimes he was alone. Most of the time, he shared the space with Kyouya, who preferred to take care of the Host Club finances here at school rather than at home. More long, lazy afternoons than he could count passed this way, Kyouya typing away at his laptop as Tamaki lounged on one of the sofas, reading novels or researching new themes for the club. Sometimes he would set his book down and simply lay, lids heavy, smiling softly to himself, utterly content with the place he’d found for himself. Occasionally, on his darker days, twinges of worry about the future - about life post-Host Club - crept into his consciousness. But on the whole, it was a thoroughly satisfying existence.
One day, Tamaki was lounging just like this, half-asleep, when he remembered something Kyouya had mentioned to him that morning. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked over at Kyouya, who was as fully immersed in his computer as ever.
“Kyouya?”
“Hmm?” Kyouya raised his eyebrows but didn’t look away from the screen.
“What was that idea you started to tell me about? Something about doubling our business?” Tamaki asked.
Kyouya typed a few moments more, then turned to face his friend. “Oh, that. Well, I’ve spent the last week or so taking polls of our guests through the Host Club website. What do you think the number one draw is for these girls? What makes them show up, more than anything else?” he asked.
Tamaki thought a moment, tapping his chin with one finger. He had a feeling the answer he was thinking of was wrong…but he went with it anyway. “Is it me?” he asked in his most pleading voice, giving Kyouya his full-on puppy dog eyes - that way, he could pass it off as a joke should Kyouya’s heartless side suddenly appear.
But the other boy just shook his head. “No. It’s the twins, actually.”
At this, Tamaki sat up straight, suddenly serious. “Really?”
Kyouya nodded. “I was surprised, too. But it seems that even those guests that request you or me or one of the others still enjoy watching the twins and their “forbidden brotherly love” act. So I followed up on this information and asked if the ladies would like to see other members of the Host Club acting as the twins do. The response was an overwhelming yes. Then, working from that result, I asked which two Host Club members they would like to see together that way. Know what most of them said?” he asked.
Tamaki could say nothing, but he knew he didn’t have to - when Kyouya got to explaining things like this, he never stopped before reaching his conclusion.
“They chose the two of us.” Kyouya turned in his chair toward Tamaki and looked at him over his glasses, watching him carefully. Tamaki shivered under such scrutiny, and for the first time, he understood why so many people thought Kyouya was cold.
Finally, Tamaki found his voice. He could feel the blush spreading across his cheeks as he spoke, but after hearing that, he had to say something. “Are…are you saying that…you actually want to do this?” he asked.
Kyouya shrugged. “Why not? It’s just good business: give the customer what she wants.”
“But I’ve never made you do anything that strange!”
Narrowed eyes flashed at him dangerously. “You don’t remember…the dress?”
Tamaki’s breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. Damn. He had forgotten…but Kyouya, of course, had not.
“And since you always make us practice beforehand if we’re going to be trying something new….” Kyouya’s words drifted into silence, and he stood up, approaching the sofa with measured steps. Tamaki watched him come, mind racing, searching for a clever and witty way out of this, something that would let him escape without offending his friend. If he was perfectly honest with himself, he couldn’t say that he hadn’t imagined it…but this was too much, too fast…and, more importantly, he didn’t want to act with Kyouya. He wanted anything that happened between them to be real.
And now Kyouya had taken his hand and drawn him to his feet, and Tamaki still had nothing to say, no way out, and now Kyouya’s other hand had gone around his slender waist, drawing their bodies close, and suddenly their faces were closer than they had ever been, and Tamaki’s heart was racing and he couldn’t slow it down. There was a line, Tamaki realized, between not-kissing and kissing, and Kyouya was waiting for him to cross it. And there, in the arms of his best friend, looking into the most sincere pair of eyes he’d ever seen, the decision, he found, was no decision at all.
It was the smallest of movements, just a slight arching of the neck, but it changed everything. Their lips met, and a deep shiver went through Tamaki’s body, arousing him and sending him flying on a rush of emotion all at the same time. Kyouya made a soft, needy sound deep in his throat and deepened the kiss, claiming Tamaki’s mouth with lips and tongue and teeth, and they were both lost in the intensity of it. Tamaki couldn’t quite think while Kyouya was kissing him - because Kyouya was kissing him! - but at some level, he felt things falling into place, a connection that went deeper than the Host Club and would certainly outlast it, and the future was suddenly not something to be feared but something to be anticipated.
Finally, reluctantly, they broke apart. Shaking himself and running a hand through his tousled hair, Tamaki grinned, breathless. “I think…we might need…some more practice,” he said, giving Kyouya his most seductive look.
The other boy smirked back. “Of course. We wouldn’t want to present the customer with a shoddy product. It’s just--”
Tamaki lunged, cutting off Kyouya’s words with a flick of his tongue over his friend’s ear - and the moan he got in response was anything but acting. He smiled, ready and willing to play Kyouya’s game if this was what let him act on his feelings. Pressing close, he whispered softly into Kyouya’s ear. “It’s just good business."
Pairing: Kyouya/Tamaki
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1077
Summary: Kyouya has a new idea for how to increase Host Club business.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the order of the words.
Author's Note: Written for the IJ porn battle, here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/porn_battle/
Prompt: Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, good business.
It was Tamaki’s habit to spend any free time that came his way in the Third Music Room, even when there were no official Host Club activities going on. Sometimes other members came and went, sometimes he was alone. Most of the time, he shared the space with Kyouya, who preferred to take care of the Host Club finances here at school rather than at home. More long, lazy afternoons than he could count passed this way, Kyouya typing away at his laptop as Tamaki lounged on one of the sofas, reading novels or researching new themes for the club. Sometimes he would set his book down and simply lay, lids heavy, smiling softly to himself, utterly content with the place he’d found for himself. Occasionally, on his darker days, twinges of worry about the future - about life post-Host Club - crept into his consciousness. But on the whole, it was a thoroughly satisfying existence.
One day, Tamaki was lounging just like this, half-asleep, when he remembered something Kyouya had mentioned to him that morning. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked over at Kyouya, who was as fully immersed in his computer as ever.
“Kyouya?”
“Hmm?” Kyouya raised his eyebrows but didn’t look away from the screen.
“What was that idea you started to tell me about? Something about doubling our business?” Tamaki asked.
Kyouya typed a few moments more, then turned to face his friend. “Oh, that. Well, I’ve spent the last week or so taking polls of our guests through the Host Club website. What do you think the number one draw is for these girls? What makes them show up, more than anything else?” he asked.
Tamaki thought a moment, tapping his chin with one finger. He had a feeling the answer he was thinking of was wrong…but he went with it anyway. “Is it me?” he asked in his most pleading voice, giving Kyouya his full-on puppy dog eyes - that way, he could pass it off as a joke should Kyouya’s heartless side suddenly appear.
But the other boy just shook his head. “No. It’s the twins, actually.”
At this, Tamaki sat up straight, suddenly serious. “Really?”
Kyouya nodded. “I was surprised, too. But it seems that even those guests that request you or me or one of the others still enjoy watching the twins and their “forbidden brotherly love” act. So I followed up on this information and asked if the ladies would like to see other members of the Host Club acting as the twins do. The response was an overwhelming yes. Then, working from that result, I asked which two Host Club members they would like to see together that way. Know what most of them said?” he asked.
Tamaki could say nothing, but he knew he didn’t have to - when Kyouya got to explaining things like this, he never stopped before reaching his conclusion.
“They chose the two of us.” Kyouya turned in his chair toward Tamaki and looked at him over his glasses, watching him carefully. Tamaki shivered under such scrutiny, and for the first time, he understood why so many people thought Kyouya was cold.
Finally, Tamaki found his voice. He could feel the blush spreading across his cheeks as he spoke, but after hearing that, he had to say something. “Are…are you saying that…you actually want to do this?” he asked.
Kyouya shrugged. “Why not? It’s just good business: give the customer what she wants.”
“But I’ve never made you do anything that strange!”
Narrowed eyes flashed at him dangerously. “You don’t remember…the dress?”
Tamaki’s breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. Damn. He had forgotten…but Kyouya, of course, had not.
“And since you always make us practice beforehand if we’re going to be trying something new….” Kyouya’s words drifted into silence, and he stood up, approaching the sofa with measured steps. Tamaki watched him come, mind racing, searching for a clever and witty way out of this, something that would let him escape without offending his friend. If he was perfectly honest with himself, he couldn’t say that he hadn’t imagined it…but this was too much, too fast…and, more importantly, he didn’t want to act with Kyouya. He wanted anything that happened between them to be real.
And now Kyouya had taken his hand and drawn him to his feet, and Tamaki still had nothing to say, no way out, and now Kyouya’s other hand had gone around his slender waist, drawing their bodies close, and suddenly their faces were closer than they had ever been, and Tamaki’s heart was racing and he couldn’t slow it down. There was a line, Tamaki realized, between not-kissing and kissing, and Kyouya was waiting for him to cross it. And there, in the arms of his best friend, looking into the most sincere pair of eyes he’d ever seen, the decision, he found, was no decision at all.
It was the smallest of movements, just a slight arching of the neck, but it changed everything. Their lips met, and a deep shiver went through Tamaki’s body, arousing him and sending him flying on a rush of emotion all at the same time. Kyouya made a soft, needy sound deep in his throat and deepened the kiss, claiming Tamaki’s mouth with lips and tongue and teeth, and they were both lost in the intensity of it. Tamaki couldn’t quite think while Kyouya was kissing him - because Kyouya was kissing him! - but at some level, he felt things falling into place, a connection that went deeper than the Host Club and would certainly outlast it, and the future was suddenly not something to be feared but something to be anticipated.
Finally, reluctantly, they broke apart. Shaking himself and running a hand through his tousled hair, Tamaki grinned, breathless. “I think…we might need…some more practice,” he said, giving Kyouya his most seductive look.
The other boy smirked back. “Of course. We wouldn’t want to present the customer with a shoddy product. It’s just--”
Tamaki lunged, cutting off Kyouya’s words with a flick of his tongue over his friend’s ear - and the moan he got in response was anything but acting. He smiled, ready and willing to play Kyouya’s game if this was what let him act on his feelings. Pressing close, he whispered softly into Kyouya’s ear. “It’s just good business."