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"Our souls sit close and silently within, and their own webs from their own entrails spin; and when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, that, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch."
It is a foggy, grey, rainy day out and most all the Host Club has left. Only Tamaki and Kyouya remain. Tamaki sits in his lush arm chair, rambling such things as "Poor Haruhi!" and "I hope it doesn't begin to thunder!"
Kyouya, whom sits at his computer desk, ceases his work and listens. How it irritates him. Is Haruhi all Tamaki ever thinks about? He stares with the slightest of longing evident in Tamaki's direction, wishing, but he then stops himself. Wishing was for fools; and how foolish he felt.
Tamaki peeks at Kyouya from the corner of his eye. He could have sworn Kyouya had been looking at him. If he had, not anymore; he is now contently typing away at his laptop.
The blonde mentally curses. Tamaki was positive that his "Make Kyouya Jealous Plan" was fool proof.
It looks like he will have to make the first move. He glances at Kyouya once more who is now staring blankly at his notepad. He is definitely going to home late tonight. Now all Tamaki has to do is come up with the perfect plan of seduction.
Kyouya taps his index finger on the table top.
What to do, what to do? Kyouya knows he can't wait anymore. He is to make Tamaki his tonight. Even if he had to put on a dress it is going to happen. He steals a glance at Tamaki who is supporting his chin on knuckles in deep thought. Now is his chance.
Kyouya soundlessly stands from his chair and creeps behind Tamaki. Resting his hand on the back of the chair he tilted it back, and with a loud thump Kyouya looks down at Tamaki's startled eyes. His bright violet orbs staring up at him.
"K-Kyouya! What in heaven's name…" before he can finish his sentence Kyouya leans down and slips his tongue into Tamaki's mouth. Tamaki's face flushes as Kyouya's tongue brushed against his own. It almost makes him forget that he is lying on the ground in the most uncomfortable position. His legs in the air, bottom still in contact with the seat's cushion. Then Kyouya suddenly stops and walks calmly in to the next room.
Tamaki begins to panic. Did he do something wrong?
"Kyouya, wait up!" Tamaki throws his legs over from the chairs legs, stumbling a bit, and leaps towards where Kyouya had gone. His right arm stretched out as if to catch hold of the other boy.
Tamaki enters the room; it is draped with velvet curtains, classic furnishings, and a pot of still steaming chamomile tea upon the coffee table. But what does Tamaki care about those things? He looks frantically around the room, but Kyouya is nowhere in sight. Where could he have gone?
Then at that moment he hears a click from behind him. He whips around to see Kyouya with his hand on the knob; the slyest look in those dark eyes as he pushes in the lock.
"Well…" he chimes.
"What happens when a fly gets trapped in a web?" Kyouya queries with a glint in his eye.
Tamaki's mind is blank.
"Well, I…I …"
"The fly is devoured".
Tamaki's lips part as he raises his brows.
Kyouya steps forward and grips Tamaki's left arm. He drags Tamaki to the dim side of the room, and thrusts him on to a pile of over-fluffed pillows.
"Kyouya!" Tamaki cries out in shock. He had expected Kyouya to be gentler, but then again he also expected to be in charge.
"Hush now, Tamaki. I won't take no for an answer." Kyouya reprimands.
Tamaki leans back on his elbows for support; this is an interesting turn of events. He watches in silence as Kyouya walks over a cherry wood supply cabinet and pulls out Haruhi's first-aid kit. He returns to Tamaki's side with the small white box and leans over the blond. Tamaki can't help but wonder what the brunette is going to do first.
Kyouya leans in a bit more, a devious grin upon his face. He grips Tamaki's right shoulder and pushed the blonde down on the pillows, at the same time stealing his lips.
Tamaki's words are muffled by Kyouya's lips against his own; he lies there not moving as Kyouya continues on down his neck. Nipping and sucking, making Tamaki arch his neck and part his lips with silent gasps. Kyouya removes Tamaki's uniform, fiddling with the fabric when his fingers come to Tamaki's pants, causing Tamaki to tingle underneath.
Once all the retched clothing has been removed, Kyouya takes the first aid kit and pulls out some thick white string and begins to snap the thread with his teeth in long portions. He takes Tamaki's wrists and stares into the blonde's light violet orbs warningly, silently ordering him to lie still and not resist.
He wraps Tamaki's right wrist in the thick string and then ties the other end to the off white column post that once held vases and were elusively nailed to the ground to the left above the blonde's head. He did the same with Tamaki's left wrist and tied it to the right post.
Kyouya then resumed nibbling at Tamaki's nipples. Tamaki moans and arches his back; Kyouya then pushed him back down. All the while without moving his head, he begins to spread Tamaki's long legs and wrests them on his hips. He reaches to his side and digs through the kit without looking and pulls out a tube of ointment, he popped the cap and squeazes a generous about onto his fingers.
He covers two fingers with the slippery substance thoroughly and shoves one digit into the blonde's entrance.
Tamaki whines and arches once more, this time Kyouya lifts his head, happy with the redness of his victim's nipples.
"Does it hurt, my pet?" Kyouya queries huskily with a wicked smile. "Prepare for much more." he warns silkily with a chuckle, looking forward to hearing his name whimpered by those rosy petals of Tamaki's lips.
Tamaki finds the way Kyouya speaks to him strangely erotic and groans as his erection grows even harder against Kyouya's smooth thigh.
Kyouya traces his tongue around the shell of Tamaki's ear as he forced another digit into the blonde's puckered hole.
Tamaki arches his neck and releases a shaky breath. He tries to the lift his arms up so that he could wrap them around Kyouya's neck but only results in having his restraints dig into his flesh.
Kyouya smirks as he coats his member with the ointment and then positions himself at Tamaki's stretched entrance. Then he thrusts deep into Tamaki, in reaction to this said startled blond bucks his hips.
"Kyouya!" he grunts, feeling as if his breath has been knocked from his lungs from the force of the intrusion.
Kyouya chuckles to himself as he hears what he has been waiting for. Tamaki grips the ropes with his fingers as he whimpered in pain and pleasure. His sight grows blurry as he realizes he is crying. Kyouya looms over the blonde and licks at the tears before he begins thrusting.
Kyouya's thrusts grow faster and faster, he at the same time fondles Tamaki's neglected member. Tamaki writhes in pleasure while Kyouya used his free hand to hold Tamaki's hips in place, he began to pant as he reaches that spot deep inside Tamaki, whom lets out a loud moan.
As Kyouya rocks his hips into Tamaki he stretches above the sweaty mop of blond hair and nipps the threads with his teeth, releasing Tamaki whom immediately grips Kyouya's broad shoulders and gritted his teeth.
"Kyou…ya!" he gasps he as comes into Kyouya's awaiting hand.
Kyouya sinks his teeth into Tamaki's neck as he releases his seed into Tamaki.
Kyouya leans back and licked up the white substance on his hand and then looked down at the half conscious fly before him. Tamaki subconsciously pulls Kyouya forward nuzzling the crook of his neck. In response, the brunette smiles lazily and leans into the embrace.
Kyouya awakes later and glances towards the Grandfather clock to see that it is 8 minutes past 9 'O clock. Breaking from Tamaki's loose embrace, he gets up to go to a miniature fridge in the far corner of the room.
"Are you leaving?"
Hearing Tamaki's voice from behind him Kyouya turns not the least shy at the fact that he is in the buff. Kyouya smiles.
"What?" Tamaki queries with a bit of a jump at the random cracks of lighting outside.
Kyouya blinks, shakes his head, and opens the mini fridge.
"No. I'm not leaving, and neither are you." he says as he begins to shake a can of whipped cream.