Harlequin

They were in the Suoh secondary mansion sitting room, sipping their cups of tea, and Kyouya was about to die of boredom listening to Tamaki’s endless chatter.  How could someone talk so enthusiastically and for so long about absolutely nothing?  Kyouya checked his watch.  He could have sworn Tamaki had been babbling without significant pause for the last thirty minutes.

He roused himself from his thoughts when he realized the other boy was asking him a question.  

“Kyouya!  What do you think, Kyouya?  Is Kyoto or Akami better?”

“I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Kyoooouyaaaaa!  You aren’t even listening to me, are you?”

“Not especially, no.”

Tamaki frowned.  He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, sulking like a little boy.  “You’re so heartless, Kyouya.  Sometimes I  don’t think you take me seriously at all.”

“I can’t say that I do.”

Tamaki sat up straight, his mouth falling open in a pout.  “You know, you shouldn’t treat me like that.  I’m your boss.”

Kyouya was unable to hold back a laugh.  

Tamaki made an angry face, which just made him look cuter and more childlike.  “No, I mean it!  Your respect for my authority is severely lacking!  I think some discipline may be in order!”

Kyouya laughed even harder.   
   
Tamaki jumped to his feet, overturning his chair.  He pointed a finger.  “Kyouya, I demand you apologize for your disrespectful behavior.  If you don’t, I’ll…I’ll…I’ll punish you!”

Kyouya’s lungs were starting to hurt.  He struggled to get himself under control, letting his laughter subside into an amused smirk.  He looked up at Tamaki.  “What are you going to do?  Chatter me to death?  I’ve had enough of that already, thanks.”

Tamaki clenched his fists tight at his sides.  His face was red.  He looked like he had absolutely no idea what to do with himself.  

Then suddenly, bizarrely, without any warning, he lunged forward and yanked Kyouya out of his seat, planting a hard kiss on his lips.  Kyouya’s brain froze.  He didn’t react to the kiss because he lost all ability to think.  He stood there, motionless, as Tamaki plunged his tongue deep into his mouth.

When Tamaki pulled back, all Kyouya could manage was a very confused, “w…what?”

Tamaki’s expression turned devilish, though adorably so.  “I warned you.  You really have no one to blame but yourself.”  

Kyouya opened and closed his mouth a few times.  His vocal cords didn’t seem to be working.  All he could manage was a very shocked intake of breath when Tamaki pushed him to the floor and straddled him.  

Tamaki yanked the edge of his shirt out of his jeans and slid his hands up beneath it.  Kyouya tried to curl up on himself, reaching his arms to shield his body, but Tamaki had no trouble grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.  He wasn’t really that much bigger than Kyouya, but he was a great deal more athletic, and much stronger.  He held Kyouya’s wrists easily.    

Kyouya’s ability to speak was slowly returning.  “Tamaki…” he gasped, his voice sounding panicked.  “What are you doing?”

Tamaki leaned in close and nuzzled Kyouya’s neck softly.  Kyouya trembled.  “Just a little bit of punishment.  To remind you who’s in charge here.  Don’t worry.  You know I won’t hurt you.”  

The words made Kyouya panic even more.  He thrashed about in the Tamaki’s grip, trying desperately to free himself.  

“Tamaki, get off me!  GET OFF ME!”

Tamaki shifted a bit, moving Kyouya’s wrists so that he was holding both of them in one hand.  He put his other hand over Kyouya’s mouth.  He held him like that, a patient expression on his face, while Kyouya writhed and bucked and struggled beneath him.  

Eventually, Kyouya realized this was getting him nowhere.  He collapsed flat on his back, panting and sweaty.  Tamaki smiled warmly.  “Is that enough of that?  You’re going to cooperate now?”

Kyouya shut his eyes tight.  This could not be happening to him.  

He squirmed a bit, but the movement was mostly instinctive, not a real attempt to fight back.  As always, the logical part of his brain kicked in.  There was no stopping what was going to happen.  He might as well obey and get it over with.

He nodded.  Tamaki removed his hand.

“Good.  This is for your own good, you know.”

Tamaki let Kyouya’s wrists go, and Kyouya fought the urge to start struggling again.  It wouldn’t do any good, and he would just end up looking even more undignified than he already did.  Tamaki reached back under Kyouya’s shirt and pulled it up over his head.  Without meaning to, Kyouya put his arms over his chest.  Not in an attempt to fight, just covering himself.  

Gently, Tamaki took his hands and placed them flat on the floor on either side of his hips.  He placed a kiss at the top of Kyouya’s sternum.  Kyouya made a little frightened sound in the back of his throat as Tamaki kissed his way down his chest and belly.  He brushed his lips over Kyouya's ribs, then over the slightly concave area above his navel.

He went to unzip Kyouya’s jeans, and Kyouya tensed all over.  He tried to scoot backwards to get away, but Tamaki grabbed his shoulders and held him in place.  It took a few more minutes of struggling before Kyouya gave up and went still again.  He was covered in sweat and completely out of breath, though Tamaki seemed perfectly composed above him.  He felt exhausted already, and Tamaki hadn’t even really done anything to him yet.  He didn’t want to imagine how he would feel in a few minutes.

Tamaki had his hands tight around Kyouya’s upper arms.  He was still smiling that infuriating smile.  “I see I can’t trust you to do what you’re told.  I guess I’m going to have to do something to keep you in place.”

Still straddling him, Tamaki took his hands off Kyouya’s arms and undid his belt, pulling it out of the straps.  It was soft denim and very flexible.  He was able to tie it quickly and easily around Kyouya’s wrists, securing each wrist separately and then tightening a larger loop around both of them.  He tied the ends of the belt in a big knot.  Kyouya knew he could wiggle out of it in a few minutes, but right now he didn’t have a few minutes.  As a method of bondage, it was quite effective.    

Tamaki finished by flipping him over onto his elbows and knees.  He yanked Kyouya’s jeans down with a quickness that made Kyouya jerk his head up and gasp.  

“Tamaki!”

Tamaki lowered himself until his chest touched Kyouya's back, his body encircling him, one hand stroking his bound wrists reassuringly.  “Shh.  I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.  I would never hurt you.”  

Kyouya bit his lip.  There was a rustle of clothing as Tamaki stripped.  Kyouya lowered his head and shut his eyes.  He felt Tamaki press against him, and then in one smooth motion thrust inside.  Despite never having done this before, despite the complete lack of any preparation, Tamaki entered him easily.  All the strength went out of Kyouya’s arms and his chest sank to the carpet.  “Ahh!”         

Tamaki thrust again and again, each motion a little harder than the one before it.  Kyouya’s body forgot to be afraid.  It pushed backwards against Tamaki, tightened down on him encouragingly, completely out of Kyouya’s control.

He let out little inarticulate moans.  His face was pressed against the carpet, rubbing against it, hard enough to cause a slight burn.  It made him feel abused and violated and dirty.  For some reason, this heightened his arousal unbearably.   

“Nngh!  Ah!  Ah!”           

Just a few more hard thrusts were all it took.  Kyouya’s entire body went rigid as Tamaki took him over the edge, a wave of intense heat radiating from his belly outward, until every nerve ending in his body sizzled.  He arched his back, threw his head upwards.  Wave after wave flowed over him.  It went on and on and on…                     

“Kyouya?  Kyouya!”

Kyouya snapped out of his daydream.  “Hmm?”

“You’re not listening to me!” Tamaki whined, looking despondently into his tea cup.  

“I am giving you one hundred percent of my undivided attention.”  Kyouya waved one hand dismissively.  His other hand was cradling his chin as he stared off into space.  “Keep talking.”

Tamaki glared at him, a suspicious expression on his face.  Kyouya moved around a bit in his seat, making room for what had appeared between his legs.  

Unfortunately, but rather expectedly, Tamaki just laughed and shrugged the whole thing off.      

“Okay!  So anyways, like I was saying…”

Kyouya allowed his eyes to glaze over and went back to daydreaming.