TamaHika: Speed

Tamaki blinked as he watched his boyfriend and best friend play cards. As the three sat on the floor, cards were flung onto the ground, post-haste. Kyoya and Hikaru were playing speed, and with the way both boys hands were red from flinging cards onto the pile, hitting each others hands in the process,  Tamaki thought someone was going to get seriously hurt. He watched with anticipation as both boys had only one card. It seems neither could play it, because neither were putting the card on either of the messy piles. The raven and the redhead put their hand on the flipped down pile, ready to flip the card over so maybe one of them could put down their last card and win. A muscle twitched in Hikaru's hand as he flipped his card a millisecond after Kyoya. He saw an opening and threw his card down, but Kyoya was faster. A loud protest, along with a few profanity's, left Hikaru's mouth.

"God damnit!, I can't believe I fucking lost!" The younger yelled.

Kyoya smirked, standing up and leaving with his head high. Hikaru crossed his arms, unconsciously pouting that he lost the game. Tamaki crawled behind him and hugged him around the waist, pulling him close. With his back against Tamaki's chest, he relaxed slowly, sighing and turning, nuzzling into the warmth of his boyfriend. "You fought well against the demon, my brave little soldier." Tamaki said, smiling lightly and petting the red locks lovingly. Hikaru grumbled, but leaned into the touch all the same.