A Love So Great, A Love So Small

Title: A Love So Great, A Love So Small

Author: Shirahime

Rating: NC-17 overall

Pairing: Tamaki/Kyouya

Summary: A relationship blossoms amid thorns on the vines. Vague series spoilers.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and I make no $$$ from this.



Chapter One


The scent of flowers hung in the air of the Third Music Room, which was decorated with garlands of foliage to give it the ‘spring feeling’ that the Host Club president had been looking for. Kyouya stood near one corner of the room, looking up from the book in which he was jotting down notes. Their clients seemed to like the change in atmosphere. Nearby, Tamaki had grasped a rose from the vase on the table beside him, drawing the soft petals down the cheek of the client seated next to him on the couch as she giggled, her friend watching the two of them as she blushed. Kyouya shook his head, noting that their leader was as popular as always. He gazed at the expression on Tamaki’s face. Curious, how he was able to affect such charm for those he didn’t truly love. Even Kyouya had fallen victim to those beautiful eyes when Tamaki was trying to talk him into some scheme.

Kyouya sighed, suddenly feeling embarrassed for daydreaming briefly while gazing at his friend. He looked around furtively to see if anyone had noticed his behavior, which didn’t appear to be the case. Casting his eyes upward, Kyouya noticed that a garland of flowers was starting to slip from its position on the wall. He reached up to adjust it, but hissed, pulling back as a thorn from one of the roses pierced his finger. He frowned at the bead of blood rising from the small puncture.

“Kyouya, are you alright?” Tamaki asked as he approached.

“It’s nothing,” he told Tamaki as the blonde took his injured hand to examine it. “It’s just a scratch.”

“It wouldn’t do if Mother ruined her lovely hands,” Tamaki remarked before drawing the injured finger into his mouth, suckling gently.

Kyouya gasped, his grip on his notebook tightening as he felt heat rising to his face. He heard some of their clients start to giggle in delight at the scene the two of them made. After a long moment, Tamaki withdrew the finger, smiling gently at him.

“Better, yes?” Tamaki asked his friend.

“You didn’t have to go that far,” Kyouya responded quietly, noticeably flushed, not meeting his friend’s eyes.

The tittering nearby suddenly annoyed Kyouya, bothering him that he was being made a spectacle of for the club’s benefit. Or perhaps it was the type of spectacle that he was involved in that had begun to trouble him.

“Excuse me,” Kyouya said curtly before escaping to one of the inner rooms to compose himself. Tamaki watched him go, slightly dejected. He hadn’t intended to embarrass Kyouya. Somehow, he just hadn’t been able to help himself.

“Did you see how gently Kyouya blushed!” one girl said happily.

“Yes! I had no idea he could be so cute!” her friend answered.

The pair of girls watched Tamaki head off after his friend, whispering about the possible implications.

Standing in the middle of the smaller room, Kyouya turned as he heard the door being pushed open. As he’d partly expected, a blonde head poked into the room. “Kyouya,” Tamaki asked, “why did you run off so quickly?”

Kyouya turned from him, starting to walk toward the window, hearing Tamaki’s approaching footsteps. “I just wasn’t in the mood for your latest game. It was embarrassing.”

“Aww! Mother is so cute when she pouts!” Tamaki said as he embraced Kyouya from behind, laying his chin on his friend’s shoulder.

Kyouya stiffened. “Sometimes, it’s annoying, you know,” he told his friend sharply without turning around. “I know why you do it,” he started to explain in a more gentle tone when he felt Tamaki stiffen from either hurt or surprise and begin to pull away. “I know it’s because of your own family situation that the idea of creating one here appeals so much to you. But always referring to me like that… wouldn’t ‘brother’ be more appropriate? It’s not as though you really mean…” Kyouya trailed off, fearing that he was letting on too much with his tone of voice and the words that he’d spoken.

Tamaki’s arms began to tighten around him as Kyouya felt himself pulled back against Tamaki’s chest. “No,” the blonde said as if he had been considering it, “not unless we were trying to take over the twins’ job.”

Eyes widening, Kyouya turned to look at his friend over his shoulder. He was met with Tamaki’s smiling face before the blonde leaned in quickly to give him a peck on the lips, rendering him speechless. Tamaki chuckled slightly, that tinkling laughter making his knees feel weak. “You’re so smart, Kyouya, but you can be dense when it comes to things like this.”

Kyouya finally found his voice. “W-What are you trying to say?” he asked quietly, gazing at him intently.

Tamaki started to blush under his friend’s scrutiny, moving to hide his face against Kyouya’s shoulder. “You know what I mean! I’ve always… I’m a coward, you know. I was afraid to say anything because I didn’t know how you’d feel about it.” He pulled back to turn Kyouya to face him. “When you would play along with me and say such domestic things, didn’t you notice how my eyes would sparkle?” Tamaki asked, his eyes glittering as if as an example.

Kyouya sighed, shaking his head as he started to chuckle despite himself. “Your eyes always sparkle, Tamaki,” he told his friend who started to pout until he gazed into Kyouya’s face, noticing the faint flush to his cheeks. Taking a risk, Tamaki leaned in to press his lips to his. When this kiss was allowed, Tamaki planted a series of brief kisses on Kyouya’s lips, growing bolder with each one until he had pulled him close, exploring Kyouya’s mouth as he parted his lips with his own.

Kyouya’s hands slowly glided up Tamaki’s back as he began to kiss his friend in return. Tamaki moaned softly into his mouth at his affections being returned, one hand moving to thread through short dark locks as he pulled Kyouya flush against him. His heart pounded in his chest at the closeness of their bodies, a fluttering building in his gut as heat settled in his loins.

After a few moments, Kyouya pulled away, his skin flushed as his chest heaved. “We should probably stop,” he suggested. “Someone might come in and see us.”

Tamaki smiled softly, raising a hand to stroke his friend’s face. “Mother is modest as always.”

The pair stepped apart as they heard a knock at the door, Haruhi poking her head in after a moment. “Is everything alright?” she asked, then adding in way of explanation, “You’ve been in here a long time, and your clients are starting to ask for you.”

“Everything is fine,” Tamaki told her brightly as he approached. “How cute! You were worried about us!” he exclaimed as he moved to gather her into a tight embrace.

Haruhi groaned. “I told you why I came. I wasn’t worried at all,” she insisted as she squirmed.

She watched Kyouya smile as he moved to walk past, only to be pulled by Tamaki into the same tight embrace, the two boys now cheek to cheek with Haruhi nearly smothered between them. “What a happy family we make!” Tamaki exclaimed, squeezing harder as his ‘wife’ and ‘daughter’ groaned.

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“Don’t worry, Chief,” Ukyo told the Newspaper Club president as they sat on the school’s front steps. “We’ll think of something.” Their newspaper had been selling rather badly as of late, and their previous run-in with the Host Club still lingered in their minds.

Komatsuzawa sulked as he sat next to his only club members, their loyalty unable to soothe him. If things kept up like this, their club would possibly be disbanded. And he was sure that Kyouya and Tamaki would have a big laugh at his expense.

“If only things had gone differently,” Akira said, the other two boys knowing the debacle that he was referring to, “we wouldn’t have any problem with selling papers. Why can no one appreciate the service that we are doing for this school?”

Just then, the two people that Akira least wanted to see went past him as they walked down the steps. They hadn’t even noticed him! Looking more closely, Komatsuzawa had suspicions as to why, observing how Tamaki had an arm draped loosely around Kyouya’s shoulders as he leaned in to speak softly into his ear.

Akira grinned unkindly. “I’ll get back at them both for their previous humiliation of me, and I think I now know exactly how to do it.”



“Chief?” Ukyo asked, curious about their president’s newly found enthusiasm.

“Think about it,” Komatsuzawa continued, turning to the other teen. “What possible reason could a person as intelligent and talented as Kyouya have to use all of his abilities to help a complete fool? Something else must be going on between them, yes?” His eyes narrowed as he watched his two targets walk off together into the distance. “All we need to do is to get some degree of proof of their sordid relationship, and we can print a newspaper edition that people will be talking about for years to come. We won’t even be able to print enough copies!”

The other two boys leaned in conspiratorially as their president told them of his latest plan.

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After school days later, Ukyo and Sakyo stood outside of the Third Music Room, with Ukyo kneeling to set his camera down onto the floor, pulling an object out of his pocket as he began to fiddle with the lock to the door.

Sakyo sighed as he watched his companion work. “I hate how we always get stuck with all the work! We’ve been following those two around for days and haven’t been able to gather any dirt about their relationship.” He frowned. “And now we’ve even resorted to petty crime. What happens if we get caught?”

“Stop whining,” Ukyo told his friend as he succeeded in picking the lock to the room, rising to turn the handle. “We’re bound to find out something if we snoop around in here. Who knows what kind of things that they keep hidden away in this place. The risks may turn out to be worth it.”

Entering the room, the pair set out to look for any incriminating evidence, not finding much of anything that would prove useful to them. Sakyo followed Ukyo into one of the smaller rooms to the side. Looking around briefly and not seeing anything of note, the pair froze as they heard the sound of the outer door to the music room opening, followed by two voices and approaching footsteps.

“What’ll we do?” Sakyo whispered to the other teen.

“Quick, that closet over there,” Ukyo whispered as he spotted it. The pair managed to conceal themselves within the small space before the door to the room opened, and Tamaki stepped inside, tugging Kyouya along with him.

“Tamaki,” Kyouya began, “I’m not sure that this is such a great idea…”

“Oh, don’t worry so much,” Tamaki insisted. “The others have already left. There’s no one here but us.” He pressed his friend back against the wall, sliding arms around his waist as he moved closer. “There’s no one here to see us, so no worries.” He leaned in to kiss Kyouya’s lips, the other teen sliding arms around his neck.

Ukyo cracked the door to the closet across from the pair enough to get a look. Eyes widening, he grasped his camera, zooming in on the pair engaged in an intimate embrace. “This is just the type of thing we need,” he whispered to his friend as he snapped a shot.

They watched as the pair made their way from the wall over to the adjacent couch, Tamaki sitting and pulling Kyouya down with him. Tamaki cupped the other boy’s face, kissing him passionately before moving his hands down to push his uniform coat off of his shoulders, allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor. The blonde’s hands moved to loosen Kyouya’s tie before unfastening the buttons of his shirt. Kyouya sighed, turning his head to the side as he was pushed gently down onto the couch, his head resting in the crook between the back and arm of the sofa as Tamaki nibbled on his throat. Hands spread Kyouya’s open shirt apart as Tamaki’s lips trailed down to his chest. Lips fastened onto one of his nipples as Kyouya moaned, not believing that so much pleasure could come from such a small action. Aching, he hissed when one of Tamaki’s hands began to caress him through his pants. Kyouya fisted short blonde locks, moaning as he hardened under the blonde’s ministrations.

His eyes wide, Ukyo zoomed in with the camera onto Kyouya’s blushing face and exposed torso. He took rapid shots of how Kyouya shifted against the couch as Tamaki’s mouth began to trail lower, the blonde now kneeling on the floor in front of the reclining brunette.

“Hey,” Sakyo said, “save some film for later.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry,” he told his friend, taking another shot. “I brought plenty.”

Sakyo frowned as he crouched next to his friend in the darkened closet, watching him snap photos, Ukyo’s face giving away his excitement. “A person might think that you’re getting into this with the way that you’re acting,” he remarked, but received no answer as Ukyo continued to peer through the viewfinder.

Kyouya rose up partly as he felt his pants being unfastened. “Tamaki, what…?” he trailed off as the kneeling blonde reached in to grasp his erection. He soon arched back against the couch as the boy began to stroke him.

Tamaki blushed, gazing from the motion of his hand to his friend’s blissful face. “Do you like it?” he asked, needing to hear the words despite being able to tell from his friend’s actions.

“Yes,” Kyouya moaned, spreading his legs wider as he shifted against the sofa. “Feels good.”

Tamaki bit his lip as he watched the motion of his hand on his friend’s erection, Kyouya placing a hand onto his shoulder, kneading slightly in encouragement. His own pants feeling tight, Tamaki couldn’t resist placing a hand between his legs to massage himself. He wet his lips, bending to place a kiss on the crown of Kyouya’s erection, earning a hiss. Tamaki watched a bead of moisture form on the tip as he bent to draw the head into his mouth, suckling gently. Crying out softly, Kyouya couldn’t prevent his hips from pushing up suddenly into the heated cavern, causing Tamaki to pull back.

“Sorry,” Kyouya said, embarrassed at his lack of self control.

Tamaki smiled, still stroking his friend. “It’s okay. And I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to do this right,” he remarked before bending to take Kyouya’s erection back into his mouth.

Kyouya groaned as he was surrounded by moist warmth, Tamaki’s head bobbing slowly in his lap. Grasping the blonde’s shoulder, he pushed up tentatively, more gently than before, thrilled when he was allowed to do so. The two soon found a rhythm, with Kyouya thrusting gently up into his friend’s waiting mouth. Tamaki flushed, freeing his own erection to stroke it in time with Kyouya’s motions. He was surprised to find himself aroused over an act that seemed so dirty, but was somehow less so because it was Kyouya. Tamaki cut his eyes upward to look at Kyouya’s face, turned to the side and twisted in pleasure as he bit his lip. The brunette’s groans spurred Tamaki on, his hand working his own erection faster as he moaned around the flesh between his lips.

His toes curling inside of his shoes as his body stiffened suddenly, Kyouya arched as blunt nails bit into Tamaki’s shoulder, spilling inside of his mouth, making the other boy swallow before coughing slightly and pulling away. Kyouya sat up, embarrassed as he watched Tamaki briefly before he pulled a handkerchief from his pants, reaching over to wipe traces of his essence from the blonde’s lips.

“Sorry,” Kyouya told him. “I didn’t know that I was about to…”

“It’s okay. I didn’t really mind,” Tamaki answered as he smiled up at him reassuringly.

“Do you want me to do the same for you?” Kyouya asked, wetting his lips in anticipation as he watched Tamaki turn to the side.

“I already…” he started to say, embarrassed at the mess he’d made of the floor. “I couldn’t help it,” he explained.

Kyouya bit his lip, the fact that Tamaki had gotten aroused by performing the act on him causing him to harden again. “That’s alright,” he told the blonde. “Next time, then.”

“O-Okay,” Tamaki said, rising to sit next to the brunette on the couch. Kyouya pulled him into a heated kiss, enflamed by tasting himself on the blonde’s lips.

From within the closet, Ukyo took a few final shots of the couple’s kiss and subsequent cuddling. “I can’t believe what I just saw,” the teen remarked, breathless, shifting where he was crouched due to the tightness in his slacks.

Sakyo tried not to notice his friend’s movement or the bulge that was only partly concealed by Ukyo’s uniform jacket. “I hope the two of them leave soon,” he whispered, uncomfortable. “I’m getting a cramp sitting in here.”

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In the darkened developing room at the school, the pair of amateur reporters from the Newspaper Club watched their leader develop the film that they’d given him. Komatsuzawa lifted one photo from the pan, hanging it to dry as he grinned at the image imprinted on the photo paper, Kyouya’s blissful face and eyes at half mast staring back at him.

“Sometimes, I really love the two of you,” Akira said, to which Ukyo smiled.



To be continued.