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kinkfestTitle: Ruled By Our Dueling Perspectives.
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word count: 697
Summary: Only Renge would've thought that it was a safe idea to give Tamaki the chance to disguise himself as Lancelot.
A/N: I was trying for the kink, they went for the WAFF. I apologize.
Prompt: Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki: Roleplay - Enjoying a costume after everyone else has gone home.
Ruled By Our Dueling Perspectives.
“Maa, those things were heavy,” Hikaru complains, rolling his shoulders and neck. Kaoru nods his agreement, picking up their things.
“But it was a very successful evening,” Kyouya adds with a sharp smile. His glasses gleam and the twins take two steps backwards, just in case. Then, Kyouya turns towards Tamaki. “Isn't that right, Tamaki?”
Tamaki, still wearing the outfit that turns him into Lancelot du Lac, kneels in front of him, a hand to his chest, making a most charming picture. Kyouya is a bit sad that he turned off the hidden cameras already.
“It is as my lord says.”
“It's weird that Kyou-chan is the king rather than Tama-chan,” Hunny chirps, already back in his uniform and on the ex-sir-Gawain's (also known as Mori) shoulders.
Kyouya smiles, more amused than he should perhaps, but he remembers to make a gesture for Tamaki to stand up.
“Sure you don't need any help, senpai?” Haruhi asks, picking up her schoolbag. Before Kyouya can answer, Tamaki moves towards Haruhi and takes her hands on his, sparkling.
“Oh, fair lady, this humble knight requests thy favors!”
Haruhi blinks and then looks around the room. “He does remember I wasn't Guinivere, right?”
Four heads shake in a negative answer. She sighs and withdraws her hand from Tamaki's. Kyouya's smile is directed to his notebook, though he can be certain no other myth ever depicted Galahad with Haruhi's charm.
The goodbyes are interrupted by Hikaru and Kaoru linking arms with Haruhi, reminding her that they had offered her a ride home, the very brave and gallant Lancelot proclaiming that sir Agravaine and sir Perceval had kidnapped the princess, and sir Tor telling Tamaki from his perch over Mori's shoulders that if he grew mushrooms again, his clothes were going to rot.
Kyouya practically feels Tamaki's sigh, even from where he is reviewing the day's profit – and even with the part he'd have to give Renge for her most wonderful idea and help (“Nothing is more beautiful and romantic than the Arthurian Legends! Medieval Moe!”), he could see that it had been indeed a success – and the misery growing until he turns towards him, an eyebrow raised.
Then Tamaki becomes the gallant Lancelot once more, walking towards him and kneeling in front of him.
“Will my lord remain here for long ?”
“I wonder,” Kyouya concedes, knowing when a battle is lost before and how much it'd cost to try to fight it, and he knows it'll take a while before the romance of having become an actual knight for an afternoon will wan Tamaki's enthusiasm. “Will my knight escort me until then?”
“It is my duty,” Tamaki says, but then he reaches for his hand, turning it and kissing his wrist. He nuzzles against the palm and his eyes are warm and happy as he looks at him. “As well as my pleasure to guard my king.”
Kyouya makes a noncommittal sound at that, but his eyes half close when Tamaki's teeth graze the tender skin of his wrist, and when Tamaki, still kneeling, reaches for him he closes his eyes, feeling nothing but Tamaki's breath and then his lips on his, opening his mouth for the kiss.
Tamaki's lips move from his lips to his chin, tongue tracing the line of his jaw, gloved hands on his thighs as Kyouya opens his legs to welcome him closer.
Still, he can't help but offer a sigh, wondering out loud.
“You do know that Lancelot betrayed Arthur, right?”
Tamaki's lips at his throat smile and Kyouya feels himself smiling too, even before Tamaki moves apart, just enough so that he can bow his head and move Kyouya's hand to Tamaki's chest, holding it there with his gloved hand, directly over over his heart.
“I would never betray my king,” and Kyouya knows the words to be true. In a world where everyone may end up backstabbing everyone else, he trusts in Tamaki's promise.
“Very well then,” he makes another gesture for Tamaki to stand up. He follows suit, making a tilt of his head towards the exit. “Shall we?”
Tamaki's smile is breathtaking as he nods. “Yes, my lord.”
Author/Artist:
allira_dreamRating: PG
Warnings: None.
Word count: 697
Summary: Only Renge would've thought that it was a safe idea to give Tamaki the chance to disguise himself as Lancelot.
A/N: I was trying for the kink, they went for the WAFF. I apologize.
Prompt: Ouran High School Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki: Roleplay - Enjoying a costume after everyone else has gone home.
Ruled By Our Dueling Perspectives.
“Maa, those things were heavy,” Hikaru complains, rolling his shoulders and neck. Kaoru nods his agreement, picking up their things.
“But it was a very successful evening,” Kyouya adds with a sharp smile. His glasses gleam and the twins take two steps backwards, just in case. Then, Kyouya turns towards Tamaki. “Isn't that right, Tamaki?”
Tamaki, still wearing the outfit that turns him into Lancelot du Lac, kneels in front of him, a hand to his chest, making a most charming picture. Kyouya is a bit sad that he turned off the hidden cameras already.
“It is as my lord says.”
“It's weird that Kyou-chan is the king rather than Tama-chan,” Hunny chirps, already back in his uniform and on the ex-sir-Gawain's (also known as Mori) shoulders.
Kyouya smiles, more amused than he should perhaps, but he remembers to make a gesture for Tamaki to stand up.
“Sure you don't need any help, senpai?” Haruhi asks, picking up her schoolbag. Before Kyouya can answer, Tamaki moves towards Haruhi and takes her hands on his, sparkling.
“Oh, fair lady, this humble knight requests thy favors!”
Haruhi blinks and then looks around the room. “He does remember I wasn't Guinivere, right?”
Four heads shake in a negative answer. She sighs and withdraws her hand from Tamaki's. Kyouya's smile is directed to his notebook, though he can be certain no other myth ever depicted Galahad with Haruhi's charm.
The goodbyes are interrupted by Hikaru and Kaoru linking arms with Haruhi, reminding her that they had offered her a ride home, the very brave and gallant Lancelot proclaiming that sir Agravaine and sir Perceval had kidnapped the princess, and sir Tor telling Tamaki from his perch over Mori's shoulders that if he grew mushrooms again, his clothes were going to rot.
Kyouya practically feels Tamaki's sigh, even from where he is reviewing the day's profit – and even with the part he'd have to give Renge for her most wonderful idea and help (“Nothing is more beautiful and romantic than the Arthurian Legends! Medieval Moe!”), he could see that it had been indeed a success – and the misery growing until he turns towards him, an eyebrow raised.
Then Tamaki becomes the gallant Lancelot once more, walking towards him and kneeling in front of him.
“Will my lord remain here for long ?”
“I wonder,” Kyouya concedes, knowing when a battle is lost before and how much it'd cost to try to fight it, and he knows it'll take a while before the romance of having become an actual knight for an afternoon will wan Tamaki's enthusiasm. “Will my knight escort me until then?”
“It is my duty,” Tamaki says, but then he reaches for his hand, turning it and kissing his wrist. He nuzzles against the palm and his eyes are warm and happy as he looks at him. “As well as my pleasure to guard my king.”
Kyouya makes a noncommittal sound at that, but his eyes half close when Tamaki's teeth graze the tender skin of his wrist, and when Tamaki, still kneeling, reaches for him he closes his eyes, feeling nothing but Tamaki's breath and then his lips on his, opening his mouth for the kiss.
Tamaki's lips move from his lips to his chin, tongue tracing the line of his jaw, gloved hands on his thighs as Kyouya opens his legs to welcome him closer.
Still, he can't help but offer a sigh, wondering out loud.
“You do know that Lancelot betrayed Arthur, right?”
Tamaki's lips at his throat smile and Kyouya feels himself smiling too, even before Tamaki moves apart, just enough so that he can bow his head and move Kyouya's hand to Tamaki's chest, holding it there with his gloved hand, directly over over his heart.
“I would never betray my king,” and Kyouya knows the words to be true. In a world where everyone may end up backstabbing everyone else, he trusts in Tamaki's promise.
“Very well then,” he makes another gesture for Tamaki to stand up. He follows suit, making a tilt of his head towards the exit. “Shall we?”
Tamaki's smile is breathtaking as he nods. “Yes, my lord.”
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Date: 2007-07-19 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-19 05:51 am (UTC)Thanks for reading! ♥
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Date: 2007-07-19 06:26 am (UTC)However, the fic is more creepy you would think, if you have some knowdeledge of Arthurian Lore. It's kind of awesome Haruhi gets to be Galahad, since he was Arthur's son and it's kind of his fault too, that the Round Table Knights get apart to search the Holy Grial and... I may be reading too deep into it
because a bored Lynx is a conspiracy-theorist!Lynx and Logic never fails to be boring 8Dbut. But. Lancelot betraying his best friend for the love of a woman?And much love for showing Renge some love. She's great XD
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Date: 2007-07-19 06:31 am (UTC)I adore Renge XD. So much. SO MUCH. I'm almost tempted to ask her in the RPG.
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Date: 2007-07-19 06:37 am (UTC)Also? If you can lay your hands on "Under the Mists of Avalon", read it 8D Bisexual!Lancelot with Denial Issues and loving both Guinivere and Arthur is pricelessAwwww, I know, dear X3 *pats* It's just me, twisting the conveniently placed symbolism in your sweet fic! *coughs*
I was thinking of her too! But I was not very sure, probably it would be easier in JdP. She would go insane with happiness in Hogwarts
, which totally means you should take her XDno subject
Date: 2007-07-19 06:43 am (UTC)Will do my best! =DThere Is No Symbolism *shifty look.*
She'd so steal Ritsuka's camera to take pictures and pictures and pictures and YET more pictures, yes. And indeed. The amount of ghey moe. HEAVEN DOES EXIST FOR THE OTAKU.no subject
Date: 2007-07-19 07:34 am (UTC)This is lovely. I love the dynamic between them - the HOTTT!ness of everything. And it´s interesting to see Tamaki calling someone else My Lord. ^_^ And Kyouya is so sexy, answering him in "medieval style". So cute.
And it was such a clever idea. You gotta love Renge for that. ;)
(just one thing: I think you have two sir Gawain's here: ex-sir-Gawain's (also known as Mori) and sir Agravaine and sir Gawain have kidnapped the princess. Not that it matters.)
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Date: 2007-07-19 07:47 am (UTC)((*facepalm* Thanks for letting me know! *goes to change it*))
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Date: 2007-07-19 12:18 pm (UTC)I didn't realize Kyouya ever turned the cameras off. ;)
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Date: 2007-07-25 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-02 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-02 05:19 am (UTC)