King and Queen

Kyouya could feel the slender fingers gently groping his skull. Their lips were so close that he could feel his own hot breath returning to him after rebounding off of the slender male's soft upper lip. He opened his eyes to meet with the deep violet ones staring back at him. He snaked a hand under the stiff, starched fabric of the other's shirt, tracing the contours of his back with a gentle touch.

He smiled as a soft, breathy moan escaped from the other's mouth. His scent filled Kyouya's nostrils. He gently removed his glasses, placing them on the table behind Tamaki. The vacant second music room was the only place in all of the school that he had a key to, so he could ensure that he wouldn't be interrupted.

Kyouya let his hand ease back down the ridged contours of Tamaki's back, sliding his hand down into the back of his black trousers. Tamaki softly grasped onto the back of Kyouya's shirt, clenching his eyes shut. A light knock came at the door. Kyouya growled, letting his hands fall limply to his sides. Tamaki tucked his shirt back in and Kyouya returned his glasses to their proper place.

"Helloo! Is anyone in there?" A lightly low female voice called from the door. Tamaki recognized the tone instantly and rushed to the door, almost tripping over his untied shoes. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his hair was askew, and his belt was unbuckled and hanging limply from both sides of his zipper.

"Haruhi?!" He yelled, throwing the door open with a brilliantly graceful movement. Kyouya sighed and grabbed his temples, approaching Tamaki from behind.

"What's the matter Haruhi?" Tamaki asked hurriedly, trying to find out why she wanted entrance into the host club's room.

"E-erm… I was planning on studying a little before classes…" She blushed and looked away, seeing Tamaki's appearance that he apparently didn't. Kyouya wrapped his arms around Tamaki from behind, buttoning his shirt and buckling his belt. He let his head lay on the king's shoulder and put on a polite look.

"This room is occupied, please find somewhere else." He said bluntly.

"W-what are you two doing in there?" She questioned curtly, peeking around Tamaki.

"Please find somewhere else Ms. Fujioka." He grinned, putting a very heavy emphasis on the Miss. Haruhi got the message and turned around, the blush radiating off of her from behind. Kyouya smiled and gently kissed Tamaki on the neck as the door slid closed, shrouding the second music room in shadows.

The next day, Haruhi began noticing more and more subtle asides to the duo's actions. She noticed occasionally that Kyouya's hand would find its way into Tamaki's back pocket, or Tamaki would slip and fall, only to be caught by Kyouya, whose foot was conveniently in front of his legs only half a second prior, but now was crouched to support Tamaki's arching back and preventing his slender physique from touching the tainted ground. Silently, and unnoticeably to anyone who was not paying specific attention to the both of them, Kyouya would plant a gentle kiss on Tamaki's cheek, provoking the blush that seemed to come from Tamaki's clumsiness.

Later that day in class, everyone heard a slight yelp from the back of the class, and when everyone looked back, Tamaki had a prevalent blush on his face, but Haruhi noticed Kyouya's hand retreating from Tamaki's lap, a mischievous twist curling the edges of his lips, which would be invisible to anyone who hadn't been confronted by that same grin once in a dark room, his arms on either side of her shoulders, his knees pinning her to the ground.

Haruhi shook the image from her head, trying hard to concentrate on the work in front of her. Images continued popping into her head. Kyouya's washboard chest hanging parallel to Tamaki's, a bead of sweat rolls from Kyouya's shoulder onto Tamaki's, the strained expression on both of their faces as they… She shook her head again as she realized that the room was beginning to feel warmer than the usual cool condition that the school was constantly kept at. She sighed and let her head slump onto her desk, focusing on her work.

Kyouya sighed on the way to lunch, not looking forward to sitting with Haruhi, again, and listening to Tamaki obliviously flirt, again, and watch him get rejected even though he didn't realize it, again. Kyouya pulled him into a bathroom quickly, his heartbeat racing, wondering what he was planning on doing. He pinned Tamaki against a wall and planted a lengthy kiss on his lips. "Ngh- Kyouya… What about lunch? What about Haruhi?" He began spouting before Kyouya's lips smothered his words again. Kyouya grinned through the kiss.

"If you're that worried about eating, I have something that you can eat." He snickered under his breath and Tamaki swallowed audibly. He shook his head and Kyouya started into the kiss again. "I didn't think so…" He pushed Tamaki into a stall and down onto the clean, pure white toilet. He slowly grinded his hips against Tamaki's, grinning with delight as the blond squirmed uncomfortably and as his breath became ragged.

Kyouya dragged his hand along Tamaki's zipper heavily, earning a light moan from Tamaki. Tamaki reached behind Kyouya and grasped the blue fabric of his coat, dragging it towards him, and with it, the male inside of the coat. Tamaki dragged him into a kiss, exploring the black haired prince's mouth with his tongue.

Kyouya started to slide the light blue jacket from Tamaki's shoulders, and unbuttoned his shirt with his teeth. Tamaki gasped as Kyouya's tongue gently grazed his skin, warming the cool surface of Tamaki's smooth cream colored skin.

Tamaki tried to force Kyouya's head up for a moment so that he could slip the jacket from around his shoulders, which Kyouya shrugged off, letting it fall to the floor of the bathroom carelessly. He started unbuttoning his own shirt, but Tamaki did it for him, sure to tease him when he reached into his pants to untuck his shirt.

Tamaki earned his first moan from that contact, which Kyouya repayed in kind with a gentle bite to his nipple. Tamaki moaned slightly louder, clenching the crisp, well starched cloth of the dark haired student's shirt. It almost crunched under his fingers, and he pulled it toward him, and with it, the elder boy that he was breaking all of the rules to be with.

Kyouya brought his lips down hard against the blond's tender pink ones, his tongue crashing into his mouth like a wave, craving more, wanting to be with every part of him. He anxiously placed a hand in the small of his back and arched it toward him, grinding their hips together. He was granted another moan that was released into the center of the passionate kiss. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure through his tongue, and clouded his mind with the thoughts of all of the horrible, sadistic things that he could do to the frail child.

Tamaki caught the look in his eye, and immediately responded with an overexerted thrust, shoving himself into the black haired boy. This interrupted Kyouya's train of thought and gave Tamaki a chance to push Kyouya off of him. He gently caressed the back of his neck and kissed the side. "N-not now, Kyouya-senpai. I want to, but this isn't the place." Tamaki retrieved his clothes, blushing, and began to dress himself, uncomfortably close to Kyouya considering what he had just done, and what he had just stopped.

Kyouya sighed and took off his glasses. After he cleaned them on his shirt, clearing the fog from the passionate embrace. Tamaki helped him replace the buttons on his shirt, considering that his arms were pinned against the door to the stall.

Kyouya gave one soft, parting kiss on the frenchman's lips before unlocking the door behind him and gracefully stepping out. Tamaki knew well what he had to do. Wait for 5 minutes, then come out, just in case. He sighed heavily and let his head sink into his hands. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting caught, it was that he was afraid of what would happen to their relationship.

Tamaki hadn't realized it, but that one, simple, parting kiss would be the straw that broke the Roman Empire. That simple gesture of affection, that happened almost every day, would be the key to Pandora's Box…