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kinkfestTitle: Restraint
Author: Elwen Skye (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 567
Summary: Sometimes there's only one way to get Tamaki to stay still.
Prompt: Bondage - "Mommy knows best."
A/N: Sorry if it seems contrived. v.v
"Kyouya~~~~ Haruhi is... Haruhi is...!"
Kyouya would never find out what "Haruhi was", because every time Tamaki got that far in the sentence, he would choke up, strike a dramatic pose, and wither to the floor.
Kyouya was used to Tamaki's melodramatic moods -- actually, most of the servants in the Ootori household were used to them, too -- so he just watched calmly in a corner as Tamaki flitted through the room.
Sometimes, he wondered why Haruhi was the only one who could induce such distress in Tamaki. Before Haruhi, exuberance was the norm. Now, it was a fairly even mix of exuberance and turmoil. It bothered him, because despite outward appearances, Tamaki was generally the type of person who could take anything in stride. Did Haruhi really bode great change for the Host Club?
Kyouya frowned. He knew Tamaki was fairly resilient when he was flailing around, but today seemed slightly different. He lunged for a teacup the blond-haired boy displaced when he swooned onto the coffee table. While Kyouya couldn't deny that the thought of losing a perfectly good teacup bothered him, the thought of Tamaki prancing over broken dishes bothered him even more.
Almost before Kyouya had finished placing the teacup in a safe place, Tamaki tripped over the corner of a chair and sprawled at Kyouya's feet.
"Kyouya~~~~" he bawled, pawing weakly at the dark-haired boy's pants.
Kyouya bent down and looked into Tamaki's eyes. "What is it?" he asked gently, as if there was nothing unusual about the situation.
"You have to... Haruhi will..." Tamaki scrambled to his feet and resumed his erratic path through the room.
This was definitely a bit more serious than usual, Kyouya thought. He needed a way to keep Tamaki from hurting himself anymore while he got the story out of him.
When Tamaki fell onto his bed, Kyouya seized the opportunity to pin him there. While Kyouya knew he himself was stronger than his slight build and studious appearance suggested, the taller boy put up surprisingly little resistance. But the moment Kyouya began to loosen his hold, he could feel Tamaki begin to flail again. He noticed a red spot on the Tamaki's cheek that was starting to turn purple in the middle, and a new rush of determination ran through him.
But they couldn't really stay that way forever. Somehow Tamaki could be both devious and an utterly brainless bag of emotions at the same time. He would lie there obediently until Kyouya got tired and let up, then it would be back to clipping furniture and tripping all over the place. Fortunately, Kyouya was pretty clever, too. He loosened the tie on his uniform and, with a bit of careful maneuvering managed to secure one of Tamaki's wrists to the bedpost. The other wrist went to the other side, with Tamaki's tie. Now he had the upper hand.
He climbed off of Tamaki and knelt by the side of the bed. "Now, do you want to tell Okaa-san what's wrong?" he asked, in the same gentle voice as before.
Tamaki looked wide-eyed at his arms stretched over his head, then blinked at Kyouya. "Haruhi..." he whimpered. He tugged at the bonds, then started thrashing on the bed.
Kyouya sighed. Well, it was better than the alternative.
And, he realized, he had a good idea what Tamaki could do with all that extra energy.
Author: Elwen Skye (
ctrl_a)Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 567
Summary: Sometimes there's only one way to get Tamaki to stay still.
Prompt: Bondage - "Mommy knows best."
A/N: Sorry if it seems contrived. v.v
"Kyouya~~~~ Haruhi is... Haruhi is...!"
Kyouya would never find out what "Haruhi was", because every time Tamaki got that far in the sentence, he would choke up, strike a dramatic pose, and wither to the floor.
Kyouya was used to Tamaki's melodramatic moods -- actually, most of the servants in the Ootori household were used to them, too -- so he just watched calmly in a corner as Tamaki flitted through the room.
Sometimes, he wondered why Haruhi was the only one who could induce such distress in Tamaki. Before Haruhi, exuberance was the norm. Now, it was a fairly even mix of exuberance and turmoil. It bothered him, because despite outward appearances, Tamaki was generally the type of person who could take anything in stride. Did Haruhi really bode great change for the Host Club?
Kyouya frowned. He knew Tamaki was fairly resilient when he was flailing around, but today seemed slightly different. He lunged for a teacup the blond-haired boy displaced when he swooned onto the coffee table. While Kyouya couldn't deny that the thought of losing a perfectly good teacup bothered him, the thought of Tamaki prancing over broken dishes bothered him even more.
Almost before Kyouya had finished placing the teacup in a safe place, Tamaki tripped over the corner of a chair and sprawled at Kyouya's feet.
"Kyouya~~~~" he bawled, pawing weakly at the dark-haired boy's pants.
Kyouya bent down and looked into Tamaki's eyes. "What is it?" he asked gently, as if there was nothing unusual about the situation.
"You have to... Haruhi will..." Tamaki scrambled to his feet and resumed his erratic path through the room.
This was definitely a bit more serious than usual, Kyouya thought. He needed a way to keep Tamaki from hurting himself anymore while he got the story out of him.
When Tamaki fell onto his bed, Kyouya seized the opportunity to pin him there. While Kyouya knew he himself was stronger than his slight build and studious appearance suggested, the taller boy put up surprisingly little resistance. But the moment Kyouya began to loosen his hold, he could feel Tamaki begin to flail again. He noticed a red spot on the Tamaki's cheek that was starting to turn purple in the middle, and a new rush of determination ran through him.
But they couldn't really stay that way forever. Somehow Tamaki could be both devious and an utterly brainless bag of emotions at the same time. He would lie there obediently until Kyouya got tired and let up, then it would be back to clipping furniture and tripping all over the place. Fortunately, Kyouya was pretty clever, too. He loosened the tie on his uniform and, with a bit of careful maneuvering managed to secure one of Tamaki's wrists to the bedpost. The other wrist went to the other side, with Tamaki's tie. Now he had the upper hand.
He climbed off of Tamaki and knelt by the side of the bed. "Now, do you want to tell Okaa-san what's wrong?" he asked, in the same gentle voice as before.
Tamaki looked wide-eyed at his arms stretched over his head, then blinked at Kyouya. "Haruhi..." he whimpered. He tugged at the bonds, then started thrashing on the bed.
Kyouya sighed. Well, it was better than the alternative.
And, he realized, he had a good idea what Tamaki could do with all that extra energy.
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Date: 2007-07-24 03:41 am (UTC)I <3 this pairing. open your eyes, tamaki!
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Date: 2007-07-24 03:01 pm (UTC)