Hello there! I’ve never written a yaoi fanfiction for this pairing before so if it’s a tad OOC sorry. . .;
“what do you want?” Kyoya asked icily, pushing up his glasses as he continued reading the spread sheets, with this months explots of the budget. Tamaki however hovered just behind the screen, eyes appeared along the edge as he stared at his friend intently.

“nothin’” he said quickly, his head bobby up slightly as he spoke.

Kyoya sighed, he hated it when Tamaki was like this.

“what is your question then?” he really wanted to get back to work, but having people stare at you is rather distracting.

“nothin’” Tamaki chirped again.

“Tamaki please, I have work to be done, and you in the way of my doing so, so out with it.” Tamaki was squishing his last nerve.

“. . .nothin’”

“. . .” squish.(his last nerve)

“AAAAHHHH!” Tamaki yelped as he suddenly found himself under a very evil looking Kyoya.

“what is your question?” he asked in a low, dangerous tone.

“I-I really don’t have one!” Tamaki whimpered, this position was uncomfortable, in all the right ways.

“really now?. . “ Kyoya smirked as he leaned his face closer to Tamaki’s already red one. “I don’t believe you” his nose just bearly touching. Tamaki held his breath. He really was becoming “uncomfortable?”

“mm” that was all Tamaki could do, he didn’t truse his voice at the moment.

“ok then” Kyoya leaned a little back, only to suddenly find a pair of half French lips latched onto his own. He was stock still for a moment, not really sure of what to do. Then he felt a tounge lick his lower lip, and he did what he only knew what to do, he let Tamaki in. he smiled into the kiss, and he tasted his friend in a whole new way. It was like magic, as he felt hands fist in his shirt he relized just how much he loved Tamaki, and leaned them down completely, Kyoya delicutely resing himself onto of the blonde who seemed to have quite the lung capacity. How nice.

Once they broke apart, Kyoya’s eye fluttered back open to look into the dreamy, love-glazed eyes of Tamaki Suoh, his best friend, and now boyfriend, he smiled to himself, he like the sound of that.

“s-so what was your question?”

“I told you I don’t have one, your such an L7”

“ a what?”

“a square”

“oh” he didn’t have much time to say anything else, because his mouth had better things to do. Spread sheets long forgotten.