12 Days of Christmas; Day 11 [KyouyaKaoru]
Title: 12 Days of Christmas
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: G
Other Notes: A kiss! And sneaky!Kaoru. {Yes, again; because Kaoru isn't a Hitachiin if he isn't.}
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the holidays.
AN: Day eleven. Tomorrow's the last installment for his fic. D= How depressing.
12 Days of Christmas
Day Eleven
04 January
Word Count: 615
Kaoru couldn’t help but laugh outright when he found that his cold had transferred to Kyouya. He hadn’t expected it, really. Sure, he had kissed the Ootori while he was still a bit sick but he didn’t think that the germs would actually pass over to his lover. After his little bout of mirth, he decided to head over to the Ootori estates and. . . do something. Apologize, care for the brunet, something, he didn’t know exactly what. He felt a little guilty, after all.
Though, he supposed that this was Kyouya’s ‘punishment’ for getting Kaoru sick in the first place. And Kaoru couldn’t pass up the opportunity to exact some revenge of his own.
When he arrived at the Ootori mansion, he thanked the maids and servants quickly before heading off to Kyouya’s room. He was sure that the brunet was silently fuming. Kaoru smiled at the thought.
“Kyouya!” he fearlessly bounded into his lover’s room, uncaring whether or not Kyouya was actually awake, and raced up the stairs to the loft. He chuckled when he saw that Kyouya had hidden his head under the covers and he made a noncommittal noise when Kaoru poked lightly at his shoulder.
“I despise you so much right now,” was the eventual response Kaoru got out of the lump on the bed. Kaoru couldn’t help but laugh loudly which elicited another grunt from Kyouya.
“Aww, Kyouya, don’t be such a sourpuss. If I recall correctly, it was you who insisted on pushing me down into the snow and not waiting until we were in your room,” he said cheekily, throwing some of Kyouya’s words from two days ago back at him.
Kyouya finally pulled down the sheets so he could glare properly at the younger Hitachiin; if it were anyone else, they’d have run screaming from the room, fearing for their life, but Kaoru simply grinned some more.
“Now, I’ve learned something fascinating today. Wanna know what it is?”
Kyouya groaned and threw an arm over his eyes, “Kaoru, I am obviously not in the mood or in any condition to play any of your games at the moment.”
“Oh, but it’s real simple; I’m sure that you must have figured it out by now as well.”
The brunet dropped his arm and frowned at the Hitachiin who still had a ridiculous smile on his face. He sighed, resigned, “All right, Kaoru; what did you learn that was so fascinating?” he said sarcastically.
“Well,” Kaoru got onto the bed and started to slowly crawl on all fours towards Kyouya, “Apparently, colds can be passed to others with a kiss.”
Kyouya’s eyes started to widen, his mind obviously not working properly due to his sickness.
“And,” Kaoru whispered, straddling his lover, leaning down close so that their lips were mere centimeters apart, “I figure that maybe, since I suppose this is partially my fault as well, I should help cure you of your little. . . disability.”
Before Kyouya could fully comprehend what was happening, Kaoru sealed his lips with a kiss. This one was deeper and more passionate than the one he gave Kyouya the day before and Kaoru relished in the feeling of dominating his lover, if only just this once. A thrill of power and exhilaration ran up and down his spine as he delved into Kyouya’s mouth and ran his hands across the brunet’s chest. When Kyouya started to retaliate to reclaim dominance, Kaoru broke the kiss and smirked triumphantly at his lover.
“Shall we see if it works a second time?”
Kyouya’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Kaoru. . .” and Kaoru took that as the sign to get out of the room fast.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: G
Other Notes: A kiss! And sneaky!Kaoru. {Yes, again; because Kaoru isn't a Hitachiin if he isn't.}
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the holidays.
AN: Day eleven. Tomorrow's the last installment for his fic. D= How depressing.
12 Days of Christmas
Day Eleven
04 January
Word Count: 615
Kaoru couldn’t help but laugh outright when he found that his cold had transferred to Kyouya. He hadn’t expected it, really. Sure, he had kissed the Ootori while he was still a bit sick but he didn’t think that the germs would actually pass over to his lover. After his little bout of mirth, he decided to head over to the Ootori estates and. . . do something. Apologize, care for the brunet, something, he didn’t know exactly what. He felt a little guilty, after all.
Though, he supposed that this was Kyouya’s ‘punishment’ for getting Kaoru sick in the first place. And Kaoru couldn’t pass up the opportunity to exact some revenge of his own.
When he arrived at the Ootori mansion, he thanked the maids and servants quickly before heading off to Kyouya’s room. He was sure that the brunet was silently fuming. Kaoru smiled at the thought.
“Kyouya!” he fearlessly bounded into his lover’s room, uncaring whether or not Kyouya was actually awake, and raced up the stairs to the loft. He chuckled when he saw that Kyouya had hidden his head under the covers and he made a noncommittal noise when Kaoru poked lightly at his shoulder.
“I despise you so much right now,” was the eventual response Kaoru got out of the lump on the bed. Kaoru couldn’t help but laugh loudly which elicited another grunt from Kyouya.
“Aww, Kyouya, don’t be such a sourpuss. If I recall correctly, it was you who insisted on pushing me down into the snow and not waiting until we were in your room,” he said cheekily, throwing some of Kyouya’s words from two days ago back at him.
Kyouya finally pulled down the sheets so he could glare properly at the younger Hitachiin; if it were anyone else, they’d have run screaming from the room, fearing for their life, but Kaoru simply grinned some more.
“Now, I’ve learned something fascinating today. Wanna know what it is?”
Kyouya groaned and threw an arm over his eyes, “Kaoru, I am obviously not in the mood or in any condition to play any of your games at the moment.”
“Oh, but it’s real simple; I’m sure that you must have figured it out by now as well.”
The brunet dropped his arm and frowned at the Hitachiin who still had a ridiculous smile on his face. He sighed, resigned, “All right, Kaoru; what did you learn that was so fascinating?” he said sarcastically.
“Well,” Kaoru got onto the bed and started to slowly crawl on all fours towards Kyouya, “Apparently, colds can be passed to others with a kiss.”
Kyouya’s eyes started to widen, his mind obviously not working properly due to his sickness.
“And,” Kaoru whispered, straddling his lover, leaning down close so that their lips were mere centimeters apart, “I figure that maybe, since I suppose this is partially my fault as well, I should help cure you of your little. . . disability.”
Before Kyouya could fully comprehend what was happening, Kaoru sealed his lips with a kiss. This one was deeper and more passionate than the one he gave Kyouya the day before and Kaoru relished in the feeling of dominating his lover, if only just this once. A thrill of power and exhilaration ran up and down his spine as he delved into Kyouya’s mouth and ran his hands across the brunet’s chest. When Kyouya started to retaliate to reclaim dominance, Kaoru broke the kiss and smirked triumphantly at his lover.
“Shall we see if it works a second time?”
Kyouya’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Kaoru. . .” and Kaoru took that as the sign to get out of the room fast.