DISCLAIMER: i own nothin, ya hear? nothin...so sad...anyway i got this idea cuz every fanfic you read with handcuffs and whipcream is rated M and is a lemon. i decided to change it up a bit. review plz

WHIPPED CREAM, HANDCUFFS, AND HOSTS?

Whipped cream, handcuffs, and make believe cops… sounds like something out of the latest romance novel. Only, it's not. The doors to music room 3 opened and all of the boys of the ouran high school host club stood, arms outstretched, inviting the richest girls in the country to be their guests. This time the theme was cops. Each of the boys was decked out in different ranks of police uniforms.

The girls marveled at how good the uniforms looked on them. The boys in returned flashed them brilliant smiles. Only, two of the boys were missing. Hunny-sempai, and Mori-sempai weren't present. Their usual customers looked around confused. Kyouya-sempai, the ever present 'shadow king' of the club gave the girls a reassuring smile and answered their silent questions.

"Hunny-sempai and Mori-sempai are in the back dealing with whip cream and handcuffs. They will be out in a little while. For now, I apologize for the delay." he said in a calm and collected voice.

The girl's faces all flushed at the words. Thoughts of steamy romance novels including the two kinky objects crossed their minds. Instantly they nodded, mouths agape, and started to fantasize of all the things that could be going on. Especially with Hunny-sempai's love of sweets.

Finally the two appeared, Hunny skipping delightfully with a grin on his face, and Mori looking stoic and moving at a much slower pace.

When they arrived at the table they both apologized for keeping them. The girl's blushes instantly deepened as they laid eyes on the two and Hunny hugged Mori's arm. Then he said cheerfully, explaining their delay, "Usa-chan got into the whip cream, which was very bad of her, so Taka-chan suggested she be handcuffed as a time out." the little blonde boy seemed almost sad talking of his pink stuffed bunny, but then cheerfully smiled again and hugged it.

The girls felt very ashamed at this and refused to look at both each other or the two hosts in front of them. Of course it had been innocent, it was Hunny-sempai after all.

After that the group conversed and Hunny ate more cake. And, though no one noticed it, the shadow king leaned against the wall, watching the two hosts and their clients, and if you squinted, you could see the faintest hint of a smile, and an evil gleam on his glasses.