Non-con bondage (Kyouya/Tamaki)
Whoo! When anonymous requested this, I had to jump for joy; I had just been thinking of a Tamaki-tied-up fic with Kyouya~ ;) And props to the other writer; very good, very sexy fic there!
As Kyouya set about unwrapping his Christmas present, Tamaki all but bounced out of his set in anticipation. The last piece of tissue paper fell away and in the box was what looked to be some sort of cloth. He held it up to inspect it, and sure enough, it was a beautiful white scarf; judging by the feel of it, cashmere at that.
"So? Do you like it? Do you like it, Kyouya? Say you do!"
Kyouya resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead favored Tamaki with a smile. "Yes, it's very nice, thank you so much." He was a little surprised that he actually meant it, but he figured there'd be no harm in admitting it. "Though I wish I had thought to give you a present; it was very careless of me."
Tamaki laughed and shook his head. "No, it's perfectly all right. This present, born from my heart of hearts, shall be enough for the both of us!"
How corny can you get? But... "You know, thinking of it, there might be something I could give you. How would you like to see a magic trick?"
Bingo; as soon as he said this, Tamaki jumped out of his seat as if on fire. "Like the Great Houdini?! Oh Kyouya, that would be marvelous, simply marvelous!"
Kyouya grabbed a heavy book nearby and grinned. "Something like that. And now for my first trick," --here he bowed smoothly-- "if you would just look over that way..."
"Oooh, which w--"
One swift motion and Tamaki collapsed. Kyouya tossed the book onto the couch nearby, his face now wiped clean of expression. He knelt beside the boy and studied him; feeling the back of his neck, he concluded that he hadn't permanently damaged him. It'd hurt like hell once he woke up, but this wasn't something that Kyouya was overly concerned with. Pondering which action to take next, he gathered up the gift and inhaled the faint scent of Tamaki lingering on the cashmere. Yes. He knew what to do. Grabbing his arms, he began to drag him off.
Tamaki woke some time later to a splitting headache. He groaned loudly; what had happened to him? He attempted to move but found to his surprise that he could not. He also found he could not see.
"...Kyouya? Kyouya, what's going on?" he called out. He struggled to move and realized, quite uncomfortably, his arms were bound behind his back, each stretched slightly up and away so that he was bent forward.
This is all a really bad, really weird dream. And he might have kept believing this to be true, had it not been for the soft chuckle he heard somewhere in the distance. His body stiffened.
"Do you know how much of a pain it was, to carry you here? To tie you up like this? I hate to say it, but you're not exactly a lightweight."
Tamaki flushed with embarrassment. "Well excuse me! Had I known I was going to be knocked out and dragged around, I'd have exercised a bit more!"
More laughter. "Oh Tamaki." Then, a hand came out of nowhere and skirted across his cheek; Tamaki jerked against the touch and found there was no escaping it. He flushed further.
"I really do appreciate your gift, though," Kyouya murmured. "I shall have to make good use of it." A pause, then the fabric shifted, slowly winding from where it was tied over Tamaki's eyes to over his mouth and around his neck. "Do you have any suggestions?"
"You could just wear the damn thing..." he muttered darkly. Unfortunately, this earned him a swift tug from the scarf, causing him to choke momentarily. He coughed and sputtered for air.
"That was uncalled for. Are you going to be difficult?" The other hand grabbed his ass and squeezed; Tamaki surpressed a yelp.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Confusion and anxiety mingled and crept into his voice.