|The Prince's Crush
Author: YummyYaoiSandwiches PM
He could do this. He was Tamaki Suoh. Beloved by hundreds of beautiful girls. The handsomest face the world had ever seen. The infamous president of the Ouran Host Club! He could do this. ... Couldn't he? Can Tamaki confess his feelings for his adorable senpai? What will happen if he does? What will Mori have to say about the situation? Honey/Tamaki, shounen-ai, boyXboy.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Tamaki S. & Hunny/Honey/Mitsukuni H. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 16,995 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 04-27-13 - Published: 11-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8732124
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Chapter 1- Something of a Prolouge
Tamaki brought his thumb to his mouth and bit down on the tip of it as he watched the other boy silently, out of the corner of his eye, so entranced he didn't even blink.
With rapt attention, his eyes followed the bite of cake as it made it's way off the plate, onto the fork, and into the waiting mouth of the other boy. It was almost like the scene was playing out in slow motion. Lips parting ever so slowly, mouth open just long enough to slowly slide the cake inside before they closed again, almost more slowly than before, before opening once more just enough for his tongue to slip out and lick away the crumbs that had been left behind.
The club's prince gulped, telling himself the whole time what he was feeling and thinking was wrong, but still unable to tear his eyes away. The other boy continued to eat his cake with a happy grin, oblivious to the pair of blue eyes watching his every move.
It wasn't right, he thought to himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't seem to shake the thoughts he was having about the smallest member of the host club. Mitsukuni Haninozuka. Devourer of cake, destroyer of Green Berets, lover of all cute things.
Of course, that was exactly the problem. In Tamaki's eyes, Honey was the cutest thing of all. His laugh, his smile, his cheerful and kind personality, the way he was always cradling that stuffed bunny, it made his heart beat faster every time he saw them. Even for all his incredibly naive ways, even Tamaki could no longer kid himself. He'd force fed himself every excuse he could possibly think of until he sincerely couldn't come up with even one more.
He had a crush on Honey-senpai.
And absolutely no idea what to do.
"Tamaki? Is there something wrong? Your face is all red."
"Oh no, does he have a fever?"
His eyes snapped back to his guests, his signature charming smile appearing on his way once more as he instantly slipped back into charming prince mode. He leaned in close to the nearest girl, gazing into her eyes, as he had so many times before.
"I'm sorry my love, I truly didn't mean to worry you. It's just that my love for you has grown so large and so strong that it can no longer be contained by my heart alone and seems to have spread all the way to my face!"
He tried his best to push his previous thoughts to the back of his mind as he went back to entertaining his guests, just like he always did. He could not simply neglect the lovely ladies to ponder his own horrid thoughts.
But by this time, he knew all too well that no matter what he did, they would resurface again. Soon...
Being flipped head over heels into the floor and subsequently picked up and slammed face-first into the wall by Mori-senpai was a frequent thought of the blonde prince these days. Not that it was something he wanted to think about, but it was a thought he couldn't shake.
The tall, silent male stood next to Honey, just like always, as he was sitting at a table in the corner finishing up some cake before they all went home. The rest of the club members were all getting ready to depart for the day, merely idly hanging around while Kyoya finished calculating the days data.
What WOULD Mori-senpai do if he ever found out?
He snuck another glance at the pair of cousins from his seat on the couch. A small smile somehow managed to worm his way across his handsome features as he watched the small boy devour his cake, looking for all the world like a happy child on Christmas.
That was another thing. How on earth could such a small, adorable creature as Honey-senpai really be his senior? How could such a creature really be a whole year older than he was?
His thoughts began to wander at that. What would Honey-senpai look like if he was of normal size? Tall, handsome... taller than Tamaki was? A less rounded face... deeper voice... perhaps... soft hands. Soft hands reaching out to stroke his cheek, those lips raised in a small smile, slowly drawing the prince closer, closer, closer to his own face until-...
The soft, high voice catapulted him out of his thoughts as fast as he imagined Mori-senpai could fling him into the wall. Confused, his eyes darted back and forth for a moment before settling to where they had been in the first place. Engrossed in his own perverted fantasies, he hadn't noticed that at some point, Honey had looked from his cake and caught him staring in his direction with a dreamy look on his face. The older boy was looking at him with curiosity and just a hint of concern, big brown eyes blinking slowly at him, expectantly. Mori was also watching him, with his equivalent of a curious expression.
Tamaki jerked, caught of guard. "Ah-... Uh-... Er-... I was just-..." The prince fumbled for words, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. In panic he switched to gesturing erractically, all too aware of how ridiculous he must look, all the while trying desparetely to force sound out of his throat.
Honey frowned and blinked a few times, seeing this was going nowhere and spoke up. "Are you okay? Your face is really, really red. Usa-chan thinks so too."
"Mm." Mori grunted.
He froze, mind-racing. Okay, so he had just made a complete and total fool of himself. Calm down. Think. There's a way out of this.
"I... I... I-I-I-I... I'm just fine, Honey-senpai! Thanks for asking! Ha... ha..."
With record speed, he leapt up from the couch, grabbed his things, and was standing in the doorway to the clubroom.
"I need to head home now! See you guys tomorrow!"
The doors slammed shut behind him. The entire rest of the club stared at them, mouth agape, not sure what in the world they had just witnessed. I mean sure, the host's resident princely character had always had a penchant for overly-dramatic performances, but where had that even come from?
Tamaki stood there, heart racing, just holding onto the door handles. He took a deep breath - and slowly released it, before turning around and slumping back against the door with a sigh.
What was that? Why had he acted like such a fool? Surely they were all discussing the incident already. What was he supposed to tell them? He could only be thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, and he wouldn't have to see them at school, giving him that much more time to come up with a plausible excuse for his behavior. Yes, yes of course. Everything would be fine.
... everything would not be fine. Who was he trying to kid? Every single thing he could think of had already failed. Even if he came up with an excuse to appease the other hosts, it didn't change the fact that he had fallen for his senpai. Hard.
As much as he hated to admit it, there was only one thing to do. Things would only get worse if left as they were. Honey would hate him, Mori-senpai would slam him into the wall, and once he regained consciousness, he would slink off to some dark corner, never to be seen again.
He had to tell Honey-senpai how he felt.
He could do this. He was Tamaki Suoh. Beloved by hundreds of beautiful girls. The handsomest face the world had ever seen. The infamous president of the Ouran Host Club! He could do this!
... Couldn't he?
This is a pairing I find really interesting. While it's one of the more unusual, I wonder how it would play out. There are really far too few fics for it in my opinion, so I'm adding my own to the list. Next chapter soon! Please tell me what you think, and thanks for reading!
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