Prompt 1!
This is my first prompt of the 13 Prompt challenges thingy.
For
itsplashes who requested -
I just want a frustrated Kyouya and a submissive but still clueless Tamaki. I don't want a pr0n drabble, just hints. Oh, and let's see if you can work in an apron somewhere.
Time unwinded,
A quick rasp of his pen and he was done. Kyouya placed the now organized folder in its right place and stood up, stretching his sore muscles. A loud groan escaped his tightly pressed lips and he was glad that no one was in the vicinity. It just wouldn’t do to embarrass himself at school, groaning like some great big brute. Even after the humiliating display worthy of the air headed president of the host club, he felt none the better.
Annoyed at himself he grabbed his clipboard and starting making his way up the stairs. It was time to go home. The lights were out and the school was quiet and the only sound that could be heard was the new air conditioner system that had been installed the previous week. It hummed steadily and the common sound gave a strange sense of security as he passed yet another corridor.
Stepping up a flight of stairs and rounding a corner, he saw that light shinned out from under the door chink of a room that was supposed to be empty. Supposed, being the keyword. He felt his annoyance rise another level as he made his way over to the door. Finally he had someone to unleash his annoyance at, he was going to give the other person a piece of his mind.
A loud clank could be heard from the other side of the door and a man swore. The voice, which was now highly familiar to Kyouya, yelped. He frowned as he pushed the door open, preparing for the worst.
The sight that greeting him was to be imprinted in his mind forever.
There he stood, the air headed self-proclaimed king himself in nothing but an apron and a pair of socks. A pink frilly apron. “Ah! Kyouya what a pleasant surprise, I was just preparing for my new act.” Tamaki turned toward him, smiling brightly as if he was used to greet people in little less than what was appropriate attiring.
“Ah, yes.” Kyouya felt as awkward as he sounded. What was one to say to their friends after finding them in a highly embarrassing position? “Go change and we’ll head home. It’s getting pretty late.”
“What? But I wasn’t done! It has to perfect so I can show it to Haruhi. She’s going to be so proud of her daddy.”
He should have known that Tamaki would spurt such nonsense. “You will have other opportunities to practice your… act. Let’s just go home.”
“You’re just jealous because no one give you any performances,” Tamaki huffed and turned around which gave Kyouya a very pleasant view. Not that he looked or anything. Such behavior was beneath him and yet his eyes strayed down the nap of his neck, the sensual curve of his back, over his narrow hips and finally landing on his bottom. Tamaki had a mole on his right cheek. Hm. Fancy that.
“No I - Yes. I’m very jealous. I suffer such heartache whenever I think about it. Seeing you like this, practicing for Haruhi... it's highly excruciating.” And isn’t that the truth, he thought bitterly.
Tamaki turned around and glanced at Kyouya for a few second before bursting out, “oh, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you felt that way Kyouya. Wait and I’ll just put on my pants…” The blonde immediately bended forward and started ruffling through his bag.
Kyouya mentally complimented himself on his will of steel. It took a ridiculous large amount of willpower not to take those few steps up to Tamaki and do… Well something. “Would you just hurry up?” he managed to get out in a strangled voice.
“Are you all right? You sound a bit funny.” Tamaki asked, concerned, pants in one hand.
“Never better,” Kyouya croaked out and made a show of looking at Tamaki’s upper body.
“If you’re sure…” The blonde slipped into his pants with ease and as he buttoned the last button Kyouya felt both relived and a little disappointing. He had no idea how he managed to get into these situations and maybe, just maybe, he had let another chance of opportunity go to waist.
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I'm not really sure this is what you wanted but it was really fun writing it. My first kyouyaxtamaki fanfiction so be nice! =)
For
itsplashes who requested -
I just want a frustrated Kyouya and a submissive but still clueless Tamaki. I don't want a pr0n drabble, just hints. Oh, and let's see if you can work in an apron somewhere.
Time unwinded,
A quick rasp of his pen and he was done. Kyouya placed the now organized folder in its right place and stood up, stretching his sore muscles. A loud groan escaped his tightly pressed lips and he was glad that no one was in the vicinity. It just wouldn’t do to embarrass himself at school, groaning like some great big brute. Even after the humiliating display worthy of the air headed president of the host club, he felt none the better.
Annoyed at himself he grabbed his clipboard and starting making his way up the stairs. It was time to go home. The lights were out and the school was quiet and the only sound that could be heard was the new air conditioner system that had been installed the previous week. It hummed steadily and the common sound gave a strange sense of security as he passed yet another corridor.
Stepping up a flight of stairs and rounding a corner, he saw that light shinned out from under the door chink of a room that was supposed to be empty. Supposed, being the keyword. He felt his annoyance rise another level as he made his way over to the door. Finally he had someone to unleash his annoyance at, he was going to give the other person a piece of his mind.
A loud clank could be heard from the other side of the door and a man swore. The voice, which was now highly familiar to Kyouya, yelped. He frowned as he pushed the door open, preparing for the worst.
The sight that greeting him was to be imprinted in his mind forever.
There he stood, the air headed self-proclaimed king himself in nothing but an apron and a pair of socks. A pink frilly apron. “Ah! Kyouya what a pleasant surprise, I was just preparing for my new act.” Tamaki turned toward him, smiling brightly as if he was used to greet people in little less than what was appropriate attiring.
“Ah, yes.” Kyouya felt as awkward as he sounded. What was one to say to their friends after finding them in a highly embarrassing position? “Go change and we’ll head home. It’s getting pretty late.”
“What? But I wasn’t done! It has to perfect so I can show it to Haruhi. She’s going to be so proud of her daddy.”
He should have known that Tamaki would spurt such nonsense. “You will have other opportunities to practice your… act. Let’s just go home.”
“You’re just jealous because no one give you any performances,” Tamaki huffed and turned around which gave Kyouya a very pleasant view. Not that he looked or anything. Such behavior was beneath him and yet his eyes strayed down the nap of his neck, the sensual curve of his back, over his narrow hips and finally landing on his bottom. Tamaki had a mole on his right cheek. Hm. Fancy that.
“No I - Yes. I’m very jealous. I suffer such heartache whenever I think about it. Seeing you like this, practicing for Haruhi... it's highly excruciating.” And isn’t that the truth, he thought bitterly.
Tamaki turned around and glanced at Kyouya for a few second before bursting out, “oh, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you felt that way Kyouya. Wait and I’ll just put on my pants…” The blonde immediately bended forward and started ruffling through his bag.
Kyouya mentally complimented himself on his will of steel. It took a ridiculous large amount of willpower not to take those few steps up to Tamaki and do… Well something. “Would you just hurry up?” he managed to get out in a strangled voice.
“Are you all right? You sound a bit funny.” Tamaki asked, concerned, pants in one hand.
“Never better,” Kyouya croaked out and made a show of looking at Tamaki’s upper body.
“If you’re sure…” The blonde slipped into his pants with ease and as he buttoned the last button Kyouya felt both relived and a little disappointing. He had no idea how he managed to get into these situations and maybe, just maybe, he had let another chance of opportunity go to waist.
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I'm not really sure this is what you wanted but it was really fun writing it. My first kyouyaxtamaki fanfiction so be nice! =)