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Kaoru finishing tying the bow on the back of the Ouran girl’s uniform, and walked around to stand next to Hikaru. They admired their handiwork, and Tamaki fidgeted under their matching gazes.
“This will definitely fool him.” Hikaru said, reaching out to straighten the long, blonde wig Tamaki wore.
“It’s almost creepy how pretty of a girl you are, Boss.” Kaoru said.
Tamaki straightened, thrusting out his padded chest and smiling flirtatiously at the twins. “Oh boys, you do know how to flatter a lady.”
Kaoru grinned and shoved Tamaki through the door to the private rehearsal room off of Music Room Three. “Hurry up, Boss, he’ll be here soon, and you know he’s always on time.”
The door shut behind him, and Tamaki felt his heart flutter in his chest. He couldn’t stop the peal of giggles that broke free as he imagined the look on Kyouya’s face when he realized just who his new client was.
Sometimes, Hikaru and Kaoru have good ideas, he should utilize them more. Tamaki made a mental note as he settled onto one of the plush sofas, stifling more giggles daintily behind his hand.
The door opened behind him.
“Have you been waiting long?” came the smooth voice of Kyouya as he made his way around the sofa.
Tamaki pitched his voice up, playing up the role of the girl he was pretending to be. “Oh, not at all.”
He watched as Kyouya slowed to a stop and let his gaze meet Tamaki’s.
Recognition flashed behind his glasses, and Tamaki giggled once more.
Oh, what a good joke, he will have to take the twins out to lunch for this.
*
Kyouya checked his watch, getting up from his seat. He was due to meet a new client today, and they were…secretive.
This was something that Kyouya was used to. A few of his clients asked for private meetings, given the nature of their attraction, and the stigma they could garner if they were seen in the Host Club. While Kyouya felt no shame in being part of the Host Club, he knew not everyone felt the same.
Especially given more than a few of his clients were male.
It was not something he advertised, though he knew he was the only Host with such a high number of male clients. Kyouya protected his own client’s privacy, but was privy to the all the goings on behind the scenes for the rest of the members of the Host Club.
When he received this request, it came at no surprise, and Kyouya expected the telltale blue of the boys uniform when he walked in.
The golden blonde hair and daisy yellow uniform dress that greeted him however, was a surprise.
The girl sat primly on the edge of the plush sofa, and there was something familiar about the line of her shoulders that Kyouya could not quite place. He must have seen her around the school, though it was odd. He made a point to know everyone in the school, and he could not place this girl.
As he walked into the room, softly shutting the door behind him, he checked his watch. They were both early.
“Have you been waiting long?” Kyouya asked softly, making his way around the sofa.
She let out a high pitched giggle and in a strained voice said, “Oh, not at all.”
That voice…
Kyouya stopped in front of the sofa and met the distinctive vivid violet-blue eyes of Tamaki.
He was going to kill him.
Tamaki kept the charade up, giggling behind his hand as his eyes lit with joy.
Well…
If Tamaki was going to pretend, Kyouya would play along. He was not going to let him get away with this easily, and was ready to watch the fool squirm as he turned the full force of his Host charm on him.
Kyouya smiled and gestured to the seat beside Tamaki. “May I, Princess?”
Tamaki squeaked, and Kyouya sat, shifting so his knee brushed the very edge of Tamaki’s dress.
“I am glad to be here with you today.” Kyouya said lowly, gazing over the top of his glasses at the boy beside him. “If I may be so forward to ask your name, Princess? I am afraid I have never met anyone as beautiful as you, and I dare not go another minute without knowing more about you.”
He held out his hand and watched as Tamaki, almost in a trance, placed his own atop it. Kyouya wrapped his fingers gently around Tamaki’s and brought his hand to his lips.
Tamaki squeaked again, his eyes wide as Kyouya kissed his knuckles.
“T-T-Christine.” Tamaki stuttered, nearly saying his own name.
Kyouya smiled, gently laying Tamaki’s hand back in his lap. “Christine.” He whispered. “I am overjoyed to make your acquaintance, Princess.”
They sat in silence for a long moment, Tamaki’s wide eyes never leaving his face and Kyouya smirked internally.
It was cute of them to try and pull one over on him, but Kyouya will always win.
He shifted closer on the sofa, his leg pressing more fully against Tamaki’s and he heard the other boy’s breath hitch.
Kyouya smiled.
*
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Tamaki’s heart pounded in his chest as Kyouya moved closer, and he felt as if he would explode.
This was not what was meant to happen, Kyouya was supposed to yell at him for wasting his time, he wasn’t supposed to…
To…to flirt with him.
And Tamaki…was not supposed to be enjoying it as much as he was.
The warmth of the other boy’s leg radiated into him through the thick material of the uniform dress he wore, and Tamaki began to sweat beneath the long blonde wig.
“Kyouya…” Tamaki whispered, casting his eyes down and forgetting to put on his girl voice. “I don’t know what to say.”
A gasp left his lips when Tamaki felt Kyouya’s finger under his chin, lifting his head to meet his eyes again.
“You need not be embarrassed, Princess.” Kyouya whispered, tilting his own head closer and Tamaki felt his breath against his cheek. “I am here for you, and only you.”
Tamaki’s heart stuttered, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to lean forward and capture Kyouya’s lips with his own.
As he shifted forward, following the delicious feeling of Kyouya’s warmth, Kyouya pulled back.
“I am sorry, Christine, but the rules…” Kyouya said. “I am afraid Tamaki would have my head should I break them, not matter how desperately I want to.”
He stared at Kyouya, stunned. He had…he was going to…
Maybe this was a bad idea.
*
Kyouya had not expected Tamaki to lean into the near kiss. He knows Tamaki and despite the homosexual tendencies, Kyouya had not thought…
A miscalculation.
Kyouya felt his own heart beat a little faster as Tamaki stared at him, shock written over every line of his face.
Perhaps the game had gone on long enough.
He opened his mouth to speak, when Tamaki moved.
Tamaki lifted his hand and slowly pulled the wig from his head, leaving his normally perfectly styled hair in a sweaty disarray. He met Kyouya’s eyes.
“Kyouya…” Tamaki whispered, his eyes wide, and Kyouya knew the fragility in them was not a ruse.
He brought his hand up to cup Tamaki’s cheek, feeling the heat of his flushed skin against his palm. “Tamaki. Why did you do this?”
“I…” Tamaki started and took a deep breath. “I did not think I would feel so strongly. You truly are a masterful Host, Kyouya.”
Kyouya didn’t smile, moving his hand to pinch Tamaki’s chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I take my job very seriously, Tamaki. I am not fond of broken rules, when I am not the one breaking them.”
“I know, I’m-”
Kyouya cut him off, tilting Tamaki’s head up further by his chin. “There are no clients here now, Tamaki.”
He moved in closer, his dark eyes on Tamaki’s glossy pink lips.
“No rules being broken.”
Kyouya watched as Tamaki’s eyes slipped closed.
Tamaki leaned forward, closing the distance.
And Kyouya kissed his best friend, his business partner, the thorn in his side, and what felt like the other half of his soul.
He kissed Tamaki Suoh.
With a gasp, Tamaki pulled back, dropping his forehead to rest against Kyouya’s shoulder.
“Kyouya.”
Kyouya rolled his eyes, a fond smile he knew Tamaki could not see spreading over his face. “Yes, Tamaki?”
“I’m sorry for trying to trick you.” Tamaki whispered.
“That is alright, Tamaki.” Kyouya said, leaning his head against the other boy’s. “Just know if you try this again, I will make it very unpleasant for you.”
“Kyouya!”