
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/149699.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club
  Relationship:
      Tamaki/Kaoru, Hikaru/Haruhi
  Character:
      Tamaki, Kaoru, Hikaru, Haruhi, Kyoya, Honey_-_Character, Mori
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_help_pakistan, Comedy, Romance, First_Time, New_Relationship,
      Jealousy
  Series:
      Part 3 of The_Three_Fs_of_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-08 Words: 5085
****** To Finalize ******
by takebuo_ishimatsu
Summary
     Tamaki's on the run from Hikaru, but maybe he'll manage to run right
     to where he needs to be. Tamaki/Kaoru with non-incestuously
     jealous!Hikaru.
Notes
     Written for arizonaicerose for Help_Pakistan. 3rd & final in a 3-part
     series.
     Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC.
See the end of the work for more notes
Lips attached to his right nipple and he arched forwards, head thrown back with
a gasp. Said lips curved into a smirk around the little bud, and he just about
shot off the bed at the wicked look in the blond's eyes.
 
What the hell had happened to sweet, innocently dumb Tamaki?
 
“Would you like me to go lower, my love?” he whispered seductively, tongue
darting out once more to flick the very tip of the tiny mountain.
 
Shit, he had to leave and warn someone. Sex aliens had obviously eaten Tamaki's
brain in the middle of the night and taken over his body. They were no doubt
poised for world domination right at that very moment.
 
Pink lips pulled away again, only to start trailing kisses in a steady downward
line.
 
He had to...had to warn...
 
Reaching the waistband of his school pants, Tamaki undid the button and slowly
took the zipper down with a coolness that would have put Kyoya to shame.
 
Oh fuck it. Let the sex aliens have the world for all he cared.
 
“What's this? Daddy's little boy is hiding toys in his pants? So naughty,”
Tamaki murmured, running his fingers along Kaoru's hardened length through his
briefs.
 
“Hmm, what could it be? Shall Daddy try to figure it out?”
 
The blond leaned forwards and ran his tongue up alongside the cotton before
stopping to actually suck on his base through the cloth. He turned his head
slightly to the right and preceded to kiss and suck up Kaoru's entire cock,
without ever actually touching skin, before grabbing it and placing the tip in
his mouth.
 
The redhead hazily wondered how the other could be so kinkily suave while the
entirety of his thoughts consisted of:
 
Sogoodsogoodsogoodohfucksogoodsogoodsogood.
 
“Looks like son's hidden a lollipop away in his pants,” the blond looked up
directly into gold eyes before asking, “May Daddy have a lick?”
 
Kaoru just about burst in his pants from that alone.
 
Damn. Tamaki's weird “Daddy” thing was just...weird.
 
Tamaki pulled down his underpants, slowly unveiling his pulsing cock. He looked
at it as if it really was a lollipop and he'd not eaten for a week.
 
Oh yes. So weird, but so fucking hot.
 
Eyeing the red curls, the other smiled, “Cherry-flavored? Daddy's favorite.”
 
He leaned forwards and took the tip in his mouth, running his tongue over the
slit inside, before slowly sliding it all the way in. Kaoru's eyes widened and
he wondered just where the other had learned his skills. Surely he couldn't
have been with another boy before? Unknowing of his lover's suddenly dark
thoughts, the blond kept at his task diligently, one hand grasping onto Kaoru's
left leg while the other slide down into his own black pants.
 
Just as the redhead was sure he was about to blow, they heard rushed footsteps
outside the door. Two sets of eyes widened before Tamaki's mouth slid off of
him and he jerked to the side of the divan in one fluid motion. Kaoru might
have admired the grace of the move, if air hadn't suddenly hit his wet cock,
causing his hands to automatically jerk up to cover himself. He had just enough
time to see Tamaki slide under the bed before the door opened and his older
brother burst through it, a small plastic item held up for him to see.
 
“Kao-”
 
Hikaru's eyes seemed to follow a path of their own choosing as they drifted
down towards the hands covering his penis, before the other had the mind to
dart them back up. The object fell from his hands without either of them really
noticing.
 
Identical flushes formed on their faces at the exact same time.
 
“HIKARU! You should learn how to knock!” he yelled, throwing one of the pillows
at the other once he'd come out of his shock.
 
His brother seemed to blush harder, if that was even possible.
 
Taking a stern stance, the other snapped back with, “You should learn how to
lock the door! This is my room too, remember!”
 
“Yeah, like you locked it with Haruhi that one time!”
 
Hikaru seemed to wither at that, “Um...” He rubbed the back of his head
sheepishly, not having a response.
 
They sat in silence for a moment before Kaoru shifted awkwardly, “Um...” he
began rubbing his head in the exact same way, “Could you, like, go away?”
 
Hikaru blinked before letting his eyes shift down to his brother's now openly
displayed erection, which was by then starting to die down a little. His eyes
widened as if he'd just then fully taken in the situation and he promptly
turned on his heel and marched out of the room without a sound.
 
Kaoru fell back onto the bed all the way and put his arm over his eyes.
 
“What a mood-killer.”
 
“Kaoru? Can Daddy come out now?” Tamaki whined. His lips twitched.
 
“Yeah, definitely. There's still something Daddy needs to take care of,” he
joked.
 
“Yes, there is,” Tamaki whispered in his best “Prince” voice as he came up.
Good thing the maids cleaned under there regularly. The last thing he wanted
was dust bunnies molesting him.
 
“Daddy still has to taste--Big Big Mountain Tinkertown!”
 
“Yes he...wait, what?” Kaoru removed his arm and sat up to observe his lover
fondling the video game his brother had accidentally dropped in his trauma-
enduced shock.
 
“Kaoru! Kaoru! Can we play? Can we? Can we?” the blond whined, rubbing himself
against the other's leg just like a horny dog, while still cradling the game.
 
“Don't you think there's more important things to take care of?” Kaoru said,
trying to keep the disbelief out of his voice. It was Tamaki, after all.
 
“Like what?” the blond asked dumbly, looking away from the precious item in
order to blink at him cutely. Very puppy-like and sweet.
 
He was still rubbing himself on the other too.
 
Kaoru rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to ask how the other had so easily
forgotten about such pressing matters when he got his answer in the form of
something wet leaking through the other's pants, onto his leg. His mouth stayed
open in pure horror.
 
“Did you seriously just...?” he trailed off and Tamaki had the grace to blush.
 
“Um, Daddy was very ready.”
 
They sat there quietly for a moment, Kaoru trying to decide if he was offended,
amused, or horny at the thought of the other rubbing himself off on him.
 
Of course, Tamaki couldn't stay silent for long, and he asked hesitantly, “Can
we play now?” He held up the video game for the other to see, his eyes wide and
hopeful.
 
Kaoru smacked him with his pillow and told him to get the hell out.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
Hikaru sighed, leaning his head against the back of the couch and closing his
eyes. He hummed along to the music blasting from his mega-headphones, as if the
noise could drown out the familiar image of the flushed cock sticking up from
blue briefs. Of course, usually he was on the opposite end of the identical
member, never having actually seen his brother doing anything like...that. He
felt the flush creeping back up on his face and he squeezed his eyes shut
tighter.
 
Still, it was better than having that bastard Tamaki touch him. He was wise to
the blond's game: pretend to be stupid and then steal his brother's innocence
when his guard was down.
 
Well, ok, he probably really was stupid. Unfortunately, the only thing the ditz
seemed good at was being “seductive & pleasureful.” (Or, so said Kyoya's
brochures that he'd made up for each member of the club.)
 
Sighing, he sat up and reached for the soda on the table in front of him before
catching sight of someone wandering by and freezing entirely. His eyes narrowed
into dangerous slits and Tamaki seemed to tense up, giving him a horrified look
from his position in the hallway.
 
“He-Hey, Hikaru,” he said pathetically, turning to wave at him.
 
Gold eyes were instantly drawn towards the dark stain on the front of the
other's pants. Tamaki glanced down at himself carefully before slowly looking
back up and giving the other a shaky smile.
 
“Um, it's not what you think. Daddy was just-”
 
The redhead jumped up from the sofa, hands clenched, and the other boy was
gone.
 
Hmph. Tamaki would have made a good addition to the track team, if he hadn't
been about to die.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
“Hey, Kyoya, have you seen Tamaki around anywhere today? I'm...I'm worried that
Hikaru might have done something rash,” Kaoru asked softly, allowing a little
worry to seep into his voice.
 
He'd not seen either Tamaki or his brother since that morning, when he'd caught
sight of Tamaki running from the house, Hikaru not far behind. With neither
picking up their phones, he was beginning to wonder if he should file some kind
of official missing-persons report. He sincerely hoped not.
 
Granted, he was still angry at the jerk for pleasing himself and forgetting
about him, and he wouldn't normally rat out Hikaru to anyone, but that didn't
mean he wanted to find the blond's mutilated body in the school's fountain the
next day.
 
Kyoya gave him an assessing look before turning and indicating for Haruhi to
come towards them. The girl extracted herself from the young club guests
fawning over her, and wandered over, looking a little confused.
 
“Something wrong?”
 
“Which one is he?” he said monotonously, indicating the redhead.
 
“Hmm? He's Kaoru,” she answered easily enough.
 
“Are you certain?” he asked, the light glinting off of his glasses in a way
that indicated she would be very sorry if she was wrong. They both jumped back
a little at the evil look, but she nodded surely.
 
Suddenly the dark aura was gone and he was all smiles, “Then, in that case, I
might have an idea.”
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
“Usa-chan wants more mints!” Honey declared happily before skipping over to the
extra closet he'd had put into his room just for his sweets.
 
Maybe he'd get some more cake too. He'd certainly need it, since Takashi seemed
to be insisting on him finishing up all of his homework during their slight
reprieve from club duties. While it was nice to spend some time alone with his
closest friend, he did worry about why Kyoya had told them they weren't holding
a full session. Apparently, Tamaki and Hikaru weren't to be found anywhere.
 
Maybe he'd pull out some extra cake, just in case he saw them? He beamed in
response to his own thoughts.
 
Opening up one of the cupboards inside the extra storage room, he blinked twice
before tilting his head to the side cutely, his pink sparkles swirling about
him in confusion.
 
Suddenly, he smiled with delight. “Are you playing hide-n-seek? Usa-chan wants
to play too!” he declared, holding up his bunny as if to show the other its
enthusiasm.
 
His eyes widened as the frantic individual yanked him forwards, blue eyes
darting around the room quickly as if looking for something, but only finding
Takashi.
 
“Honey, you mustn't tell anyone where I am. Mother already knows, if he needs
to find me. Well, I suppose you could tell Kaoru. Maybe Haruhi...” the other
seemed to trail off, frowning in concentration before continuing, “Yeah,
Haruhi's fine. I don't think she'd betray her Daddy for that murderous fiend,
right?”
 
Honey blinked.
 
“ Right! So, you can't let him find out, ok? He'll never think to look for me
here!” he whispered harshly before slamming the cupboard shut again.
 
Honey blinked once more before trying to pull open the cupboard again, only to
have it seemingly stuck. Tears began welling up in his eyes.
 
“Mitsukuni,” Mori said softly behind him.
 
Wiping away at his eyes, he turned to look at his long time friend. His face
lit up and he launched himself at the other with a loud “Takashi!” upon
sighting the mints in his hand. Wrapping himself around the bigger boy, he
allowed himself to be carried over to the table, where his double-chocolate
fudge sunday sat in waiting.
 
The thought never crossed his mind to even wonder how the other had gotten the
mints out of the cupboard in the first place. Though, Usa-chan did worry a
little as to how Tamaki had gotten into the house.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
Kaoru sighed with no little worry, checking his phone for the hundredth time
that day as he plopped down on the bed.
 
Still no sign of either Tamaki or Hikaru, and no messages either. He buried his
head in the nearby pillow, briefly wondering if perhaps Shadow King had been
wrong for once and both boys were actually lying in a ditch somewhere after a
brutal fight to the death.
 
He could just imagine it: Hikaru would have come at Tamaki yelling, the other
would have whipped out his infamous rose and stabbed him in the eye. (Well,
that was probably pushing it, more likely Tamaki would scream and yaoi fangirls
would pop out of the woodwork to save him, then demand a saving fee and rip off
all of his clothing...Moving on...) Hikaru would have blindly kicked him in the
balls and thrown him into the street, Tamaki would grab hold of him out of
reflex and they'd both go tumbling in front of the oncoming bus...
 
He banged his head into the pillow, trying to get the depressing thoughts out
of his mind. Suddenly his attention drifted back to the box Kyoya had given him
when he'd (not very) nonchalantly asked if he knew of any “practice” Tamaki
might have gotten before getting into a relationship with him.
 
He wasn't quite certain he liked the smirk he'd gotten in response, but he
supposed it wouldn't hurt to open the little black box anyway. Now that he was
in private, like the other had demanded. He hoped it wasn't some kind of a bomb
or something; it wouldn't surprise him to be one of the first people to go when
the other boy finally snapped.
 
Sitting up, he grabbed hold of the package and removed the lid. His brain
glitched a moment before he was fully able to process the fact that Kyoya had
given him porno and sex toys.
 
He blushed as he lifted up the pink dildo and picked up one of the DVDs in the
other. His gaze darted back and forth between the two before he finally decided
to push the thoughts of why the other carried around boxes full of illegal sex
contraband at school or how he'd managed to get it in the first place. Instead,
he shrugged and got up to pop the DVD in the player, making sure to lock the
door on his way back to the bed.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
“Homework's all done! Let's go play, Takashi!” Honey said just before taking a
big bite of cake, his legs swinging back and forth underneath him in
excitement.
 
“Mitsukuni,” the tall boy said blandly, dropping a can of fish food and a box
of crackers on the table in front of the other, “Don't forget to feed your
pets.”
 
Honey blinked cutely before his gaze wandered over to the fish tank in the
corner, and then the extra snack closet to the left of it.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
“Now, unless you practice sword-swallowing at home, you have to just admit that
some guys are too big to take in fully. In that case, you can wrap your hand
around their base, like this.”
 
Kaoru frowned, holding up the huge 10-inch pink Phallic of DOOM. No way was
that going in all the way.I f Kyoya had given Tamaki something similar to
practice on, no wonder he could take him in so easily.
 
The image of the blond boy slurping on his own toy came to mind. He flushed as
he thought of how he'd probably hide away from the servants in the dark, lock
his door and pretend that the piece of plastic was his lover. Tamaki was crazy
at the best of times, and so Kaoru had no doubt he'd get fully into his
imaginary love-making.
 
Ignoring the DVD in favor of his own imagination, Kaoru's hand slipped down to
his half-hearted erection as it slowly came into full fruition. Reaching down
to play with his balls, he squeezed a little rougher than he would normally,
pretending it was an inexperienced Tamaki touching him. Someone that wanted
desperately to please the other but didn't quite have feel of the redhead's
body down.
 
Groaning in semi-disappointment, he pulled his hands away to reach for the
lubrication bottle in the box. He paused momentarily to wonder at the complete
weirdness of using something like that from Kyoya, but he didn't feel like
getting his own KY out of hiding. (Considering he and his brother still shared
the same bed, it was just awkward to leave that kind of stuff in the top
drawer.)
 
He gasped as it started warming up and he quickly rubbed it vigorously over his
cock with both hands. Hmm, seemed Kyoya liked the special heated kind.
 
...And that was just way too much information.
 
Ignoring his slight mental trauma, he continued touching himself as if it was
actually Tamaki there touching him. He didn't bother to smother his moans; his
brother was probably being scrapped up from under a school bus and the maids
could fuck off for all he cared.
 
Oh, that was so good. He rubbed harder and arched off of the bed completely as
he came all over himself. Relaxing, he lazily milked the rest out. His
attention drew back to the television and he sleepily observed the sexy (but
way older) man pushing a vibrator in and out of another man, while at the same
time talking as if he was on an insurance commercial.
 
Kaoru noted absentmindedly that his toy was purple with sparkles.
 
He wondered if any of them actually came in normal dick colors.
 
He'd ask Kyoya.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
The silence caused by the sound of a body hitting the wall was deafening, and
Hikaru only wished he could fully savor it. If only the other was the one he
really wanted to be throwing into walls.
 
“Tell me where he is!” he yelled, not bothering to beat around the bush.
 
He'd been looking for that rapist all of yesterday and most of the night, only
stopping long enough to come home, take a little nap, and take care of his
brother before darting off to school that morning. Running on only four hours
of sleep, he was hardly in the mood to play nice.
 
Ever the cool cat, Kyoya merely pushed his glasses back up to their previous
place after they'd been jostled loose by the other's unprovoked attack.
 
“I'm afraid I don't know who you're talking about. You'll have to be more
specific.”
 
“Don't give me that bullshit! I know you know where Tamaki is! Tell me, or I
swear I'll-”
 
“You'll what?” Kyoya whispered, the light glinting off of his glasses in just
the right way to make the other suddenly remember the hundreds of men in the
brunette's private police force. Hikaru swallowed.
 
“ He touched Kaoru! He walked out of my house with cum on his pants! I can't
just let him get away with that,” he said, switching tactics. He pointedly
ignored the sounds of fangirls fainting behind him.
 
“ Be that as it may,” Kyoya removed the other's hands from around his collar
before straightening out his uniform methodically, “I can honestly say I have
no clue as to wear he is now. Perhaps you should have come earlier? As this is
the start of a new day, I'm certain he'd have moved to a new hiding spot by
now.”
 
Hikaru snorted, crossing his arms defiantly. “He's not that smart.”
 
Kyoya shrugged in response, not trying to refute the statement.
 
“ Maybe Kaoru hid him away then.”
 
Hikaru glared at the other, wondering if it'd be worth it to knock the smirk
from the other's face. Seeing the challenge in the other's eyes, he decided
against it and stormed off, careful to step over the fallen girls in his path.
 
After scaring off enough people to make even “pre-yaoi” Bossa Nova look like a
little girl, he was just about to give up his search when he caught sight of a
patch of blond hair peeking up from a bush. He smirked, unable to believe his
luck.
 
Suddenly, Mori looked up from observing Honey talk to the bush and gazed
directly into his eyes with a challenging look.
 
Maybe not so lucky. Apparently the worthless idiot had allies. Honey was
clearly too innocent to recognize a pervert when he saw one.
 
He darted through one of the side doors, ignoring the weird looks the French
club was giving him. Whipping out his comb, he carefully began changing his
identity.
 
They'd never let him get close to that brother-molester, but Kaoru...
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
Kaoru stomped through the halls in a way that was unknowingly reminiscent of
the other terror redhead that had just passed through them. Though ignorant of
the fact, it was probably the only time in his life when he was 10 percent more
ornery than Hikaru.
 
When he found his brother, he was going to do horrible things to him. So
horrible, he'd not yet thought of anything horrible enough, but he was getting
there.
 
How dare he tie him up to their bed when he was sleeping and go off to school
without him! Not only had he missed his first class, but, knowing Hikaru, he
could probably kiss whatever remained of his boyfriend goodbye. If they ever
found the body.
 
He flushed slightly before clenching his fists. Even if he could forgive his
brother, he had to kill him to get rid of the only eye-witness left. He'd
fallen asleep with his cock hanging out after masturbating once more to a
different video in what he'd dubbed “Kyoya's Playbox.”
 
Unfortunately, he'd woken to find himself carefully tucked back in, a warm
blanket pulled over him and his box safely moved off to side dresser. The maids
knew better than to use the emergency key to get into the room unless
absolutely necessary and his mother was never home. (Thank goodness!) That
could only mean...
 
He groaned in utter embarrassment.
 
His heart skipped a beat upon seeing a familiar figure marching determinedly
towards something on the other side of the courtyard. Following his brother's
gaze, he started to speed up his pace steadily until he was almost running
towards the confrontation he was sure to be too late to arrive at.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
“Hey guys, what are you doing?” Hikaru asked cheerfully, hoping he was less
“ornery” enough to pass as his brother. He resisted the urge to snort. Not like
anyone but Haruhi had ever seen the difference anyway. Not like Tamaki ever
would, the dumbass.
 
Honey smiled at him easily, though Mori did give him an odd look, no doubt
wondering how Kaoru had suddenly stopped being “sick” at such a convenient
moment. (He'd disguised his voice and called in for the other, not wanting him
to get a black mark on his attendance record just because he was tied to the
bed at home.)
 
“Have you guys seen Hikaru? I called to tell him I was feeling better but he
never responded.” He looked around the grounds for added effect, as if hoping
to catch sight of the missing redhead.
 
He stopped suddenly and made a show of just then seeing Tamaki hiding right
next to him, “Is that you, my lord? Come out here, I'll protect you,” he said
with a smile, holding out his hand for the other.
 
The blond reached for him and allowed himself to be pulled out of the bush.
 
He allowed his faux smile to shift into a real one, pleased that his plan was
working so well. Now all he had to do was drag Tamaki away somewhere in private
so that he could dispose of the body without witnesses.
 
“We should get out of here before-”
 
“Your smiles are different,” Tamaki said softly, giving the other a considering
look as if seeing him for the first time.
 
Hikaru frowned. “Whose? Mine and Hikaru's? No their not, we're identical,
stupid,” he joked, making sure to keep the actual malice out of the world
“stupid.”
 
“Identical, yes, but different. I'd never noticed before...Hikaru.”
 
Honey and Mori tensed up as if waiting for a fight to break out.
 
Hikaru swallowed uneasily. Trust the moron to finally guess right in the game
when it was least expected and least wanted.
 
“I'm Kaoru, and that doesn't make any sense. Something can't be identical and
different at the same time,” he said perhaps a little too forcefully, judging
by Mori's frown and Honey's confused sparkles.
 
“Apparently it can,” Tamaki said softly, carefully extracting his hand from the
other's death grip, “The proof is right in front of me. Your smiles may be
identical on the surface but...” The blond trailed off for a moment, his eyes
going towards something behind the redhead.
 
Hikaru turned slightly and winced as he observed his brother's angry rush
towards them.
 
“But, yours doesn't make me feel so...inadequate.”
 
“What do you mean?” Honey asked tilting his head.
 
By then Kaoru was in hearing distance and the blond seemed to have forgotten
all about the angry big brother in front of him as he gazed into the other's
eyes.
 
“Whenever Kaoru smiles, I feel useless because at that moment I would give my
soul in exchange for his eternal happiness, but I know even that wouldn't be
worthy enough.”
 
All at once, everything seemed to stop and everyone's gaze directed towards
Kaoru, waiting for his response.
 
He crossed his arms and smirked, “Well, well, my lord. Have you been practicing
your lines for the next ball?”
 
Tamaki's face shifted from sincere love and devotion to his usual vapid, ditzy
smile.
 
“But of course! A Prince must always be prepared to please his lady!”
 
He bowed down before producing a red rose for the other.
 
Kaoru scowled, “So I'm a lady now, am I?”
 
“Uh...” Tamaki sweatdropped.
 
“I'm going back to bed,” Kaoru snapped, turning his back on the other and
briskly walking off.
 
Tamaki looked devastated for a moment before his brain seemed to turn back on
and he had enough sense to follow the other, “Kaoru! Kaoru! Wait for me, Kaoru!
The pervert might be lurking in the bushes!”
 
“Not anymore!”
 
“What do you mean? Did you see him? Where!?”
 
“Aren't you going to go after them?” Kyoya's voice sounded from behind Hikaru.
 
He turned to note that the rest of the club seemed to have come together and
was forming a half-circle around him, no doubt ready to stop him if he tried
anything.
 
He smiled at Haruhi and shook his head. Reaching a hand out, he pulled the
surprised girl away from the group and started off.
 
In the opposite direction of his brother.
 
TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI TAMAKI KAORU KAORU TAMAKI
 
“Tamaki!” Kaoru groaned as the other thrust into him once again, hitting just
the right spot inside to drive him crazy.
 
The blond, for once, kept his mouth shut, his face drawn in concentration as if
the fate of the world relied upon completing his task. Considering the sex
aliens, maybe it did.
 
“TamakiTamakiTamakiDaddy!” Kaoru arched off of the bed as his impending climax
came to the breaking point, spurting hot liquid all over both of their
costumes.
 
Perhaps he should have suggested they undress once he'd finally managed to
guide their roleplaying to Rinshitsukin, a dark world in which the local Prince
had taken to molesting his innocent gardening boy. With the stains, there was
no way they'd be able to just shove them back on the racks like normal. In
fact, he was pretty certain he'd managed to get some on the pile beneath him as
well.
 
Oh well, he'd give them all to the twin maids. Maybe he'd finally manage get a
rise out of them.
 
Not far behind him, the blond came with a guttural moan as he thrust in one
last time. Pulling out his slowly softening member, Tamaki collapsed onto the
other, causing the air to whoosh out of Kaoru's lungs. Idiot.
 
Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around the exhausted looking boy with a
gentle smile before starting to pet his hair.
 
A shiny black outfit, if it could even be deemed an outfit with it's extreme
lack of cloth, drew his attention and he was suddenly taken back to that
afternoon long ago.
 
By the way, about your strategy for yesterday's date, did you ever consider the
possibility that it might have gone too well, and fostered feelings of love?
 
His lips twitched. He should give Kyoya something in exchange for all he'd done
for them, though he still wanted to know how it looked on the blond boy. Maybe
he'd ask his mother to make another one and claim it was for a school project.
(He still refused to think about why his mother was designing bondage gear in
the first place.)
 
Unfortunately, he feared the other had finally wised up by now and probably
knew what kind of a costume it actually was. (Considering the Uncle Kimichi's
Guide to Love in Leather Kyoya had gifted them with randomly, most likely
having been paid for by the very funds they made for the club.)
 
Hmm, maybe he should draw some random kanji on it and claim it would protect
the other from the pervert stalker? Yeah, that'd probably work.
 
After all, the idiot still hadn't noticed that the head groundskeeper had
officially retired a month ago.
 
Not that he was complaining. It gave him a nice excuse to stay locked inside
all day with him.
 
Though, Hikaru running after Tamaki with a pair of scissors, after he'd found
out Kaoru was no longer a virgin, was probably a better one.
End Notes
     Woot! Hopefully the timing on this fic wasn't too confusing; I went
     in and added some time indications as best I could so that people
     would know. (Though, I didn't manage for everything, so let me know
     if you're really lost. X_X)
     Well, what'd you think of my mini-Ouran series? I wrote this one
     slightly more cracky (more like Ouran...I hope) so hopefully it
     doesn't feel too different from the other two parts.
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