Tiny piece of my Tamaki/Kyouya fic

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Logic and good judgement are long gone for Tamaki and it's hard for him to take even one step without stumbling over his own to feet to get to his room so Kyouya ends up doing most of the walking for him as Tamaki remains draped over his shoulder. This is more than a little annoying for the former shadow king and he's glad that alcohol consumption isn't something Tamaki partskes in regularly. He's almost certain that of he had to deal with this again he'd send Tamaki right back to his own house, whether Haruhi wanted him there or not. For now, though, he tolerates it. Kyouya takes Tamaki to his own room because the guest room is farther away and the blonde is not easy to carry by any stretch of the word. Kyouya tries to set Tamaki down on the couch so that he can finally go to bed, but he's clinging to Kyouya's arm and it's clear that he has no intention of letting go no matter how had he pulls.

"Tamaki." Kyouya's look is hard and cold and his tone is laced with a warning that should clearly say something along the lines of 'let go or I will murder you', but Tamaki's drunk mind can't process that.

"Just stay with me for a little while..." Tamaki's words are slurred and hard to make out, but Kyouya manages to understand them. Understand the , but not comply with them.

At least, he doesn't comply with them immediately. Tamaki begins tugging on his arm until finally Kyouya just gives up and settles next to Tamaki on the couch. It's too late to put up with this nonsense, he thinks and his expression darkens to show twice as much annoyance as it did just seconds earlier. Tamaki either chooses to ignore this or honestly can't see Kyouya's face because at the same time as this change in expression, the blonde snuggles I closer to Kyouya. The position isn't very comfortable for him, but at least his expression lightens a bit. It would do neither of them any good if Kyouya were to get so angry with Tamaki over this when all it would only being about Tamaki's infamous childish tantrums so he may as well just go along with it.  He doesn't have to go along with it for very long, however, because the moment he managed to get settled his phone starts ringing. Tamaki, who had very nearly been sleeping jolts back awake with a sharp intake of air and brief tightening on his hands on Kyouya's arm before letting go and scooting over to allow Kyouya to get his phone. 

Haruhi's name flashes across the screen and while one man's expression drops, the other becomes much less readable and far cooler than it had been all night. Kyouya is good at masking his emotions around other people; it's only Tamaki who manages to bring the human out of Kyouya.

The phone is answered and not much conversation is bad. Tamaki can only make out short, clipped sentences, which is enough for him because he's almost certain not much more is being said and it's true. Kyouya doesn't particularly want to speak with Haruhi when he has a drunk and upset Tamaki to deal with so he keeps everything very basic.

Is Tamaki with him? Yes, of course he is. Where else would she expect Tamaki to take refuge during a time like this? 

Will Tamaki be staying the night there? Unless she wants to come and take Tamaki off his hands, yes, he will be spending the night.

Does she wish to speak with him? No, she only wanted to know where he'd be tonight.

And that's all. Neither are very good at making conversation and they aren't particularly close that they would care to make any more conversation without some sort of prompting.

"I am getting ready for bed. Feel free to go back to your room and do the same."

Tamaki watches Kyouya as he leaves the room for he bathroom and frowns a little. He's being a burden on Kyouya and he knows it and Tamaki hates knowing that. He doesn't appreciate the brunette enough, he thinks. For everything that Kyouya has put up with in the time that they've known each other, Tamaki has never appreciated everything that Kyouya has done for him any where near as much as he should. He wonders how Kyouya really feels about the way Tamaki treats him and if maybe the real reason Kyouya gets annoyed is not because Tamaki is being childish, but rather because he's tired of doing things for Tamaki and getting nothing in return.

Tamaki doesn't think he could ask for a better friend. There aren't many people who would do what Kyouya had done for him on the class field trip to Paris during their second year of high school. The thought of the trouble that Kyouya went through (and the alcohol, too, most likely) just to find his mother brings tears to his eyes and he really wonders why he never appreciated Kyouya more. He wonders if Kyouya ever feels like Tamaki doesn't spend enough time alone with him like best friends should because some times Tamaki feels like he doesn't focus on Kyouya enough. Sometimes, when Tamaki has nothing else to think about he feels guilty for spending so much of the time they were alone together thinking of Haruhi, or the Host Club, or something else that isn't Kyouya. 

Sometimes, Tamaki felt all those things about Kyouya, but what right did he have to feel that way? Kyouya  did a lot of things for him that he never appreciated the way he should have. Now that he really took the time to think about it, he really had no place in thinking that Kyouya didn't spend enough time with him when it really is the other way around. His frown deepens and Tamaki gets up to go look for his friend. He's still stumbling around a little, but not quite as much as he had been. He doesn't have any real sort of plan - all the really knows is that he wants to apologize to Kyouya and make things okay between them because in his mind nothing is okay between them. Tamaki has convinced himself that all of those realizations he just had have suddenly ruined their friendship. It doesn't matter that Kyouya can't read his thoughts and half of what he had been thinking may not be true. If he weren't drunk the ridiculousness of what he's about to do might have dawned on him by now, but as it stands he is drunk and determined in his way of thinking. Now is the time to kiss and make up and make things better. 

Tamaki likes kissing; he likes it a lot and he misses having someone to kiss at least once a day. He wishes Haruhi would just forgive him already so that he wouldn't have to feel so upset all the time. He knows he screwed up, he knows it and he's sorry, and he doesn't mean to keep screwing up by doing the same thing but it's just part of who he is. He wishes a kiss would make everything better between them, but he knows it can't, not with the way things are between them right now. Oh, God, he can feel the tears starting again and it dawns in him that this is why he doesn't drink very often. He's an emotional guy in a regular basis, but the alcohol makes it ten times worse. 

Where is Kyouya? The bathroom never seemed so far away before and Tamaki wonders if he's just been walking in circles this whole time without realizing it and that's why this walk feels so long. His eyes are too blurry with the tears that have started falling now, though, so it's hard for him to figure out if he's made any progress on his journey to the bathroom or if he really has been in the same place the whole time. 

Three more steps and Tamaki has started stumbling even more than he had been before and in five more steps he's about to fall over completely, but there's a body in front of him now that keeps him from hitting the floor. 

"What are you doing?" One of Kyouya's eyebrows is quirked and for once tonight he only looks curious, rather than annoyed. All of his annoyance has been drained already. 

"You am Haruhi are angry with me and I don't know eh because neither of you will tell me and I don't know how to make you forgive me!" Tamaki's arms make their way around Kyouya's neck so that he can properly cling on to his friend for some sort of comfort and also so that he doesn't fall over. He's tired and drunk and he really shouldn't be awake, but he is and this is what has come of it. 

"Tamaki, you don't know what your talking about. It's time for you to go to bed." It's a demand, not a suggestion, but Tamaki chooses not to see it that way and rather than letting go, his grip tightens up.

He doesn't want to go to bed alone. He wants to go to bed with his wife and he wants to be happy with her, but she doesn't want him at home. He wants his best friend to comfort him and to say that everything is going to be fine, but that's not the kind of guy Kyouya is and so this whole situation is lose-lose no matter how he looks at it. Kyouya is so warm and Tamaki pulls himself closer and presses his face against Kyouya's so that their cheek to cheek and be can get as much of the warmth as he can. They're so close now. Tamaki can feel his breath against his ear and his previous thoughts about kissing come back and he wonders what it might be like to kiss Kyouya.

The bespectacled man pushes his best friend off of him and takes a step back. He isn't a fan of having Tamaki cling onto him like that, despite the fact that it happens quite often and he rarely ever bothers to push  him off. It's something that comes with being this idiot's best friend and he's trained himself to  deal with, but when Tamaki is drunk and crying about things he made up in his own head he really sees no need to tolerate it.

"Kyouya..." Tamaki pauses and opens his mouth to continue speaking, but no more words ever come out of his mouth. Words have suddenly become very difficult for him and he's really not sure if he should continue to stand here and stare at Kyouya or listen to him and go to bed.

"If there's something you have to say, say it. I'd rather not stand here all night." Kyouya is getting annoyed again, it's all too evident from the tone of voice he's using and it almost physically stings to hear that.

Maybe that's why Tamaki does what he does next. No prior thought or planning goes into Tamaki's actions when he brings himself closer to Kyouya again and kisses him right now the lips. Neither move for a good few seconds, both shocked that Tamaki would actually do something like that. At some point, time seems to thaw from its frozen stare and Tamaki grabs Kyouya's hand and presses deeper into the kiss.

Theres a split second where Kyouya closes his hand around the one holding it and responds to the kiss - its only a split second, though. Once that time passes, his better judgement kicks in and he shoves Tamaki away. The blonde is drunk and upset and acting completely irrational, and Kyouya will be damned if he puts up with he idiotic and rash decisions Tamaki makes in a state like that, least of all when they involve him.