Fanfiction: [OHC] -LeSS pt.1.5

2007-05-14T05:41:56Z

Title: Sleepless
Rating: R; Wet Dreams
Pairing: Kyouya x Tamaki
Disclaimer: I'M SORRY FOR DOING THIS TO YOUR CHARACTERS, BISCO HATORI-SAAAAN. D:
Comical Summary:

-Kyouya - Dammit. >:|

Date started: May 6th, 2007
Date finished: May 7th, 2007
Notes: Really, really short with really, really vague descriptions. I figure the point was made clear though. That and I'm kind of dancing around actually writing sex. >__>
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Kyouya woke up with a jolt, sitting up as soon as his eyes flew open. Kyouya was hyperventilating and he felt as if his body on fire. The whole room was covered in a dark blue hue and the only thing that could be heard was his own heavy breathing.

He looked around still a bit shaken up. The sun hadn't risen yet and when he looked over, his alarm clock blared the neon green numbers 3:42.

Kyouya heaved a sigh and fell backwards onto his pillow. After such a shock, Kyouya was wide awake and started to note the condition of the rest of his body. His heart still pounding, while his body still hot, drenched in sweat, and... sticky.

Dammit.

Kyouya got up again and slid to the edge of his bed. He slouched over and rubbed his temples with his index fingers.

This was all Tamaki's fault. How dare he show up in Kyouya's dreams naked.

The dream was stuck in his mind. Like mental replay, it played over and over again.

Tamaki on his knees again and again.

Tamaki panting again and again.

Tamaki writhing again and again.

Kyouya fucking Tamaki. Over and over again.

Kyouya rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand and heaved another sigh.

God, dammit.

Kyouya stood up, turned around, and tore the sheets off his bed.

Fanfiction: [OHC] -LeSS pt.1

2007-05-05T07:47:29Z

Title: Loveless
Rating: PG; Mean thoughts
Pairing: Kyouya x Tamaki
Disclaimer: Ouran owned and by Bisco Hatori.
Comical Summary:

Kyouya - TAMAKI MAKES ME HAVE FEELINGS.
Tamaki - OH NO. I'M FALLING.
Kyouya - ROFFLES.

Date started: May 4th, 2007
Date finished: May 5th, 2007
Notes: MY FIRST FANFIC. HOMG.
And I'm planning out more chapters, too! Maybe.
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"We're leaving, my lord~!" One of the Hitachin twins called out in a sing-song voice. Kyouya didn't even bother to look up from his laptop screen. He already knew the scene all too well. The twins strutting out with smug looks on their faces, their hands all over an exasperated Haruhi. And in about three seconds, "Father" will chase after them, without a single glance at "Mother". And in that brief moment of time, Kyouya would hate Tamaki more than usual.

Day after day, in that brief moment of time, Kyouya could imagine himself getting up from his chair. Kyouya imagined himself grabbing Tamaki and whirling him around and punching him across the face. Kyouya dreamed of the expression on Tamaki's surprised face. And in midst of all the confusion, Kyouya would grab Tamaki by the collar and open his mouth and yell really, really loud.

But despite all the feelings festering inside him, Kyouya could NEVER figure out these large angry words. And this bothered Kyouya. Mainly because it wasn't hate Kyouya had for Tamaki. It was something else. Something unnerving.

Excitement?

No...

Well, maybe a little bit.

Kyouya wrinkled his nose at that thought. No no no. That's dangerous thinking. Kyouya has an image to uphold. Calm. Collected. Intelligent. Kyouya wasn't going to be lead around by feelings and certainly not over another boy.

Fuck Tamaki. Who cares what he does and doesn't do?

Apparently the little part of Kyouya's brain that DOES care.

Kyouya sighed as the sound of the freshmen foot steps started to fade. When you can barely hear the clack of their heels against the linoleum floor, that's when you count down.

Three.

Two.

Que Tamaki.

"WAAAAAAAAIT!" Tamaki yelled, stumbling out of the dressing room. Kyouya rolled his eyes and let them fall back back on to the laptop screen. Kyouya found that burying himself in work, helped keep half of his mind off of Tamaki.

But today was different. Instead of a combination of light blue and black gracefully flying past, clumsy mass of black and white caught Kyouya's eye.

Tamaki missed his que and ran out in broad daylight with his white dress shirt untucked and buttoned incorrectly, his heels sticking out of his shoes, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his belt yet to be done.

One of the laws of physics states that a object in motion stays in motion, until an outside force acts on it. If were were to apply this rule on say Tamaki, the outside force acting on his would be his pants which contains the potential energy to cause Tamaki to fall on his face. And that's what happened. Half way across the room, Tamaki's pants fell and caught his ankle in mid stride and Tamaki went down with a yelp and a crash. And Kyouya saw the whole thing.

Tamaki groaned, lying on his stomach... on his knees... blue boxered ass in the air... And despite being mooned at, Kyouya's lips started to twist into a grin. He quickly brought his hand up to his mouth to hide it, but Kyouya's whole body trembled from trying to stifle a laugh and whatever else was boiling inside him.

Tamaki slowly extended a shaking arm towards. "Wait for father~..." Tamaki's whined, but didn't make any attempt to get up. He just laid there in a state of dazed shock. Tamaki grunted as he got on his hands.

"Nice view." Kyouya thought to himself with a smirk. Tamaki on all fours.... Kyouya felt heat start to swell in his abdomen and that smirk quickly died and turned into a cringe. What was he thinking? He quickly turned away from Tamaki and cleared his throat very loudly. Anything to get Tamaki up and that image out of his mind.

Tamaki sat up with a start, instantaneously recognizing that voice. "KYOUYA!" Tamaki yelled in an embarrassed panic, he quickly got to his feet and pulled up his pants. He anxiously tried to work with his pants. "I didn-... I thou-..." Tamaki stammered, finding it hard to string words together and belt his pants at the same time.

Kyouya grinned again. This was better than any punishment Kyouya could inflict on Tamaki. Kyouya found it amusing to watch Tamaki in a flustered panic rather than an arrogant playboy. It was a nice change of pace. Kyouya's laugh winded down as he got up from his chair and made his way over to the taller boy. Kyouya grabbed Tamaki's shoulders and turned him around.

"I-... You-... They-...," Tamaki studdered, pointing in random directions with his thumb and index finger. Tamaki turned redder when he faced Kyouya's smiling face. Tamaki stopped talking, he retracted his fingers, his arm limply fell to his side as he watched Kyouya undo the buttons on his shirt and re-button it in the correct order.

Kyouya looked up to see a new expression on Tamaki's face. Dazed eyes, red cheeks, like a child who had just woken up. Kyouya cocked a brow and felt his heart beat faster. "Tamaki? Tamaki."

Tamaki snapped back into reality and his nervousness picked back up from where he left it.

"I-I didn't know you were here." Tamaki finally blurted out. Kyouya froze and stopped smiling all too suddenly that even Tamaki noticed it.

"...didn't know?" DIDN'T KNOW? What was he? Invisible!? Sitting there in the same spot every damned day! Everyday Kyouya stayed behind, punching numbers, filing papers, taking and reviewing notes while Tamaki flirted women and chased after Haruhi. Was Tamaki really that oblivious to the world around him? Kyouya never felt so insulted in his life. All at once, the bad thoughts came rushing back.

Oh, how easy it would be to clock Tamaki right there.

But with a hard gulp and every ounce of self control in his body, Kyouya continued to focus on fixing Tamaki's buttons and keeping his face expressionless. Though he damned his hands for shaking on the last two buttons.

"Kyouya?"

"I was just checking on the club's finances." Kyouya muttered flatly, grabbing Tamaki's tie and tying it into a knot. Tamaki averted his eyes sheepishly. "Not that you care." Kyouya fumed as he slid the tie knot up to Tamaki's neck, just shy of strangling the taller boy.

"T-thanks." Tamaki said nervously and sheepishly. Tamaki wasn't completely sure what he did or said, but the tension in the room was so painfully awkward and quiet, he dare not move. Kyouya turned and walked back over to the table.

"It's nothing." Kyouya muttered flatly as he pushed the top of his laptop down, snapping it shut, and picking it up. Tamaki watched Kyouya with a lot of his body, leaning his wholeto the side, trying to follow Kyouya's face.

"Leaving?" Tamaki asked Kyouya, who didn't answer as he gathered his things. "Do you need a ride home?" Tamaki asked, hopefully making up for his stupidity. Tamaki quickly straightened up as Kyouya turned back around. He looked at Kyouya hopefully, with a small smile on his face.

"No." Kyouya said starting towards the door. Tamaki frowned as Kyouya walked past, then turned and followed Kyouya, despite his cut throat mood.

"There was a misunderstanding," Tamaki started. But it wasn't a very well thought out explanation. "Y'see, you caught me off guard and I-" Kyouya stopped and Tamaki stopped in time with him. Kyouya grit his teeth. First he didn't exist. Now, when he does he gets blamed over nothing.

Kyouya rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I SAID ITS NOTHING." Kyouya yelled. Tamaki was stunned and Kyouya was rather surprised, himself.

There it was.

The really, really loud yell Kyouya dreamed of. But those weren't the right words, nor did Kyouya get to punch Tamaki. But it did get some frustration of it out of his system, leaving Kyouya feeling calm again.

It took a few seconds for Kyouya to collect himself back into the emotionless "cool type". It was then, Kyouya realized Tamaki was being honest. They've known each other for a couple of years, this shouldn't a surprise at all. Tamaki was just being dumb ol' Tamaki. Lost in his world of beauty through rose tinted glasses, that's just how Tamaki was. Kyouya shouldn't be worked up over this.

But he did and still kind of was.

The question was: why?

Maybe...

Maybe, Kyouya was being overworked.

Yeah, that's it...

Or at least that's the theory of mind Kyouya could pin blame on for every emotion he felt around Tamaki.

Irritation and frustration all came from being overworked.

The excitement Kyouya felt around Tamaki?

...

...Hallucinations... From being overworked.

Kyouya blinked and found himself staring blankly at the door, his hand resting on the knob. Kyouya took a sideways glance at Tamaki who stared with big purple eyes that pleaded forgiveness. Kyouya's heart skipped a beat.

What did he want from Tamaki? Why is his heart racing?

Kyouya had half a mind to apologize(the other half focused on Tamaki's body), but Tamaki went first.

"Kyouya, I'm sorry~." Tamaki said sheepishly scratching the back of his head. "Please don't be mad." Tamaki half begged. At this point, Kyouya didn't even remember what Tamaki did, he was too busy scrutinizing over the taller boy, staring at him.

Thinking about him.

...

Kyouya snapped out of it and shifted his weight, hoping he wasn't too obviously spaced out. Luckily, Tamaki was checking his watch when Kyouya finally came back to reality.

"Your zipper's undone." Kyouya said quickly and turned his head to look outside a window. The sun was starting to set and Kyouya wanted to get out as soon as possible. Tamaki blushed, looking down at his pants, and quickly tended to the problem.

"Well then..." Kyouya said turning slightly red, his body rigid. "I'm leaving." He stated obviously, mechanically opening the door.

"R-right! I'll see you tomorrow..." Tamaki said awkwardly, stepping back and away from the door.

Kyouya stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him, his mind clouded with thoughts of Tamaki. He started to walk down the hall, his mind filled with Tamaki. With each step down the stair case: Tamaki. Tamaki. Tamaki.

Kyouya furrowed his brow.

This isn't healthy.

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2006-07-08T07:28:26Z

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