Shut Up

Summary: In which Tamaki is the lonely prince and Kyoya just wants to get some work done.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or it's characters, only my ideas.

"Does anyone really understand me, Kyoya?" Tamaki asks, sighing loudly. His long legs stretch out over the entire couch as he aimlessly flips through a magazine, searching for cosplay ideas. He's become sidetracked, however, like he often does.

"I'm sure there are plenty of people that get you, Tamaki," Kyoya answers airily, not bothering to look up from his laptop screen.

"But do they really?" Tamaki continues, handsome face troubled and bangs falling in front of his eyes. "I feel so alone even in rooms full of people; so misunderstood." Tamaki sits up, tossing the magazine onto the table and throwing his hands into the air, exclaiming "All this beauty and talent, yet I'm so lonely and depressed. It's just tragic!"

"You are way to dramatic for your own good," Kyoya grumbles, torn halfway between annoyance and amusement.

"This is a serious matter, Kyouya," Tamaki says, sounding almost like he's chastising the other teen. "I think it is deserving of such misery and woe!"

"Now you're just being ridiculous," Kyouya growls, rolling his eyes. Tamaki is making it impossible to get any work done, and he has a half finished spreadsheet of the Host Club's finances he needs to finish up today.

"But Kyoya!" Tamaki whines, frown deepening. "You don't want me to be lonely, do you?"

"Damn it, Tamaki," Kyoya slams his laptop shut and glares at his friend, glasses glinting in the light, "I'm trying to work, please refrain from being an idiot for another half an hour so I can finish."

"But mon ami, I'm full of angst and sorrow because of my awful predicament," Tamaki laments. Kyoya huffs in annoyance before standing up, setting his laptop on the table, and moving to sit next to the blond in one swift, graceful movement. Without an invitation, he takes Tamaki's face in his thin hands and crashes their lips together, shocking the king. Tamaki gasps and kisses back instinctively, letting Kyoya take control. He whines when the black-haired teen pulls away.

"Tamaki?" The Shadow King begins, smirking.

"Y-yes?" Tamaki stutters, eyes wide as he brings a hand to his lips.

"I understand you, don't I?" Kyoya asks, eyebrows raised.

"Yes mon ami!" Tamaki nods resolutely. He's blushing wildly, nodding over and over and putting his swooping blonde hair into disarray.

"Then shut up, please."