chineseink | [OKHC] Camera Shy, PG, Humor, Kyouya/Tamaki (Reply)

Remeber the cigarettes fic? Yeah, this isn't it.

Camera Shy
Ouran Koko Host Club, Kyouya/Tamaki, PG, 793 words
Kyouya has never been anything less than mercenary.

For

7snogs: theme #3 embrace

Camera Shy
by

meitachi

The twins were not a problem; they never were when it came to displaying their "brotherly affection". Honey and Mori were also complying readily enough, Honey’s actions often accompanied by a bright peal of laughter. Haruhi, however, was shooting him dirty looks and Tamaki looked on the verge of a tearful breakdown.

"Kyouya," he whined, voice wobbling pathetically. He turned his pleading expression on his vice-president.

"Listen to Renge," Kyouya replied crisply as he bent his head back over his notebook. He could hear Renge ordering Mori into another pose as he tallied up the figures. They’d posed for twenty-two photos already--another flash exploded to his left and that made twenty-three. Kyouya figured another twenty-seven was needed for their Brand New and Improved Limited Edition Host Club LoveLove Photo Book. Profits would hit an all time high with Renge doing the artistic direction.

"Closer!" Renge demanded, leveling her pointer stick at the twins. "None of this lovey-dovey stuff you guys usually play around with. Girls like real passion! Grab his shirt! Rip it off! Oh--oh. Perfect!" Another flash went off as Kaoru looked down at his shirt in dismay.

"Well, I guess no one will mind too much if I don’t wear this the rest of the day," he said, gingerly poking a finger at the loose threads remaining after the buttons had popped off.

Hikaru leaned in with a leer, slinging one arm over his twin’s shoulder, the other still fisted in his shirt. "I know I won’t," he purred and Renge captured Kaoru’s faint blush along with Hikaru’s predatory grin. Twenty-five.

"Now, you!" She turned on Tamaki, her pointer imperious.

He frowned at her. "I want to be in more photos with Haruhi!"

Renge shook her head sharply, hair flying around her face. "Absolutely not! You already had the group host club shots! Now it’s time for solos and pairings and the lonely prince is always alone." She put her hands on her hips and gave him a severe look before falling into dramatic raptures. "The emotion! The pain! How can that properly be conveyed if he has someone with him to ease his agony? Oh, how no one understands him!"

"Senpai," said Haruhi, approaching Kyouya as Renge continued on in the background, Tamaki wilting more with her every word. Kyouya looked up, an eyebrow raised.

"Senpai," she said again, looking disgruntled. "Why are we doing this?"

Kyouya smiled. "Ah, but it’s for your benefit, Haruhi," he replied, tapping his pen against the notebook. "One-seventh of our profits will go towards your debt. Surely you would want to sell the most you can?"

A conflicted expression crossed her face. "But--"

"The alternative, of course, is that we give our beautiful manager a camera and let her take candid shots. And the appropriation of your personal belongings might result."

"Continue, you mean." Haruhi scowled. "I’m not sure this is much better."

Kyouya uncrossed his legs and stood, snapping his notebook shut as he leaned into Haruhi. He pressed a finger to her cheek and put his mouth by her ear. "Oh, but think of the possibilities," he murmured, aware that Renge’s dramatic posturing had come to a halt.

"Oh!" came the breathless, rapt gasp as the camera flashed. "Perfect!" Renge squealed. "The cool type falling for the shy charms of the studious type! Lean closer, Kyouya-sama. Kiss him!"

"Uwah," cried Honey, clapping his hands together, eyes wide.

"We don’t like this idea," said Hikaru and Kaoru, exchanging looks.

"Hmm," said Kyouya, his breath still stirring the fine hairs by Haruhi’s ear. He eyed her startled expression with a touch of amusement. "In the name of profit..." He turned his head slightly, angling.

"Noooo!" Haruhi was jerked away and Tamaki stood before Kyouya, red-faced and panting, eyes wild. His arms were flung out before Haruhi, defending her from Kyouya’s clearly unprincipled advances. "Daddy will protect Haruhi’s virtue! Even--even from Mommy!" He looked horrified and appalled. "Kyouya!"

"Idiot!" screeched Renge, waving pointer and camera in the air furiously.

Kyouya chuckled. "Well, if you’re that insistent in getting in the way, Tamaki..."

"Ahh," said the twins knowingly as Kyouya leaned forward again. They shared evil smirks and Hikaru snatched the camera from a still-flailing Renge.

"Hey!" she protested.

"Ah," said Mori as Kyouya grasped Tamaki’s chin with his hand and brought their mouths together.

"Oh!" said Honey, staring avidly.

"..." said Haruhi, mouth falling open slightly, looking stunned.

"Perfect!" cried Renge again, remarkably recovered.

The camera flashed and Kaoru and Hikaru high-fived. Twenty-seven.

Tamaki shoved Kyouya away from him, face flushed. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and only Kyouya saw the way he licked his lips first. "Not in front of the children," he wailed.

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Started/Finished: 07.11.2006

Notes Going to be on a plane to China in about 18 hours. Forgive me if I don't reply to your review. ^_~.