First Time for Everything (Kyoya x Male!Reader)

For anyone who knew Kyoya Ootori, professional or otherwise, the very last place they'd ever expect to find him would be at that one dance club just downtown from his University. The one with the Pride flag hanging just above the front doors for all to see.
It wasn't the biggest secret in the world that the youngest Ootori boy was gay. Hardly the barest gossip material. Nobody really paid a lot of attention to it. Sure, it was whispered behind hands when he spoke to some of his male classmates, but that was it. No one dared to suggest that his sexual preference made him incapable of running his family's company. There were very few who would've actually believed such a bigoted statement, besides.
Then again, they also never questioned when he would finally settle down with a nice husband. Especially if his father was within hearing distance.
Kyoya himself wasn't all that bothered by the whispers and rumors that buzzed around his personal life. He had never held stranger's opinions of him or his decisions in the highest regard, anyways. And if anyone did step over the line, he was prepared to hear them out, and afterwards completely ruin their name. His friend, Hikaru Hitachiin, had once used a phrase to describe Kyoya's method for handling bigots:
'Do no harm, but take no shit.'
Kyoya felt it fit his sentiments accurately enough.
Of course, despite his mentality to not care if strangers or otherwise knew of his sexuality, it had still taken him an embarrassingly long time to work up enough courage to actually enter the dance club he'd had his eye on for the past few months.
It was just as noisy as he had imagined it. Loud, bass-heavy music that made his chest ache seemed to repeat on loop, not a single difference between one song and the next that the ravenet could place. Sweaty bodies pressed in close to one another on the dance floor, strangers and friends who had no regard for personal space or perhaps just too drunk to care. Almost every table in the establishment was either occupied, or had coats and purses thrown all over the chairs so their owners could dance their hearts out, leaving their designated driver to sit alone with a glass of water and their eyes on their friends.
Not all of it was bad, of course, or else Kyoya would've left the moment he walked in. The architecture was well done. Even though it was undoubtedly crowded, the building felt… open. Perhaps it was because the club was basically one big room. There was the entrance, which was nice and wide and had a few couches for those who didn't want to 'get the party started' until everyone in their group had arrived, and came from an era when it wasn't necessarily safe to wait for everyone outside. Then you walked past that and the huge bar started on the left side of the building. There was a long line of stools lined up along the counter, and it was at one of those stools that Kyoya was sitting at as he took in the rest of the room.
Behind his back, mirroring the length of the bar, were all of the group-booths that could easily fit eight people. More if they squeezed in or a couple shared the same spot. Then, the room opened up even wider once the bar curled into a corner. To the left of the larger space was the dance floor, and to the right were far more tables and booths than Kyoya could care to try counting. It was also very dim save for the lights overhanging each table, the bar counter, and the neon colors flashing all over the dance floor. Occasionally when the bathroom doors opened, a little extra light spilled in, but it wasn't much.
Kyoya could appreciate the design, for sure, but what had perhaps kept Kyoya from just turning back around as soon as his foot touched black and gold tile, was the sense of acceptance the place held.
Sometimes, when he had the luck of finding another member of the LGBT+ community to simply talk with, Kyoya would be shocked at how little regard they had for some of their fellow members.
He had been told on numerous occasions that he should encourage his bisexual best friend to 'fully come out of the closet', despite the fact that Tamaki had been in a relationship with his girlfriend for four years running. Or, that Kyoya should call said girlfriend 'they/them' because, even though she said she preferred 'she/her/hers', since she was non-binary it was disrespectful to call Haruhi by female pronouns. Or, perhaps the best one of them all, was when someone had the audacity to suggest that both members of the couple were just saying they were bisexual/non-binary so he wouldn't feel awkward by being the only 'gay' person in the group, and that they were really sorry but bisexuality and non-binary people weren't really a thing.
To say the least, he'd had a field day with that last person.
But back to the present. Kyoya had stuck around because, hung up all over the walls were not only rainbow flags, but there were also flags in the colors for demisexuality, asexuality, bisexuality, pansexuality, transgender… you name it, they had it. By the front door, as soon as you walked in, you would be marked on the back of your hand. And while they did have the usual black 'X' on the left hand for those under the age of 20, the right hand had a more specific job. Glow markers that helped specify if you were looking for a male, female, either, no gender in particular or lack thereof in a partner, if you were looking at all, and what pronouns you preferred. Of course, you could choose whether or not to have your hand marked at all, or which information you wanted broadcasted, but it was a fairly adaptive and effective system.
All of this was almost overwhelming for Kyoya. After living in a not-100%-accepting home and feeling the need to defend not only himself but his close friends at every turn, it was a nice feeling to step into a place where everything was just… okay. Nobody said, at least out loud, that someone was wrong or faking it. If they did, it was likely they'd be shut down hard. The club had a reputation to uphold, which Kyoya could respect.
And all of this is what had lead to Kyoya sitting alone at the bar, a small Thai Bomber martini is his right hand -which displayed a single dark blue line that glowed faintly in the dim light- as he quietly observed the scene… as he had been for the past hour or so. He still wasn't completely sure about his stance on the place. It was nice, he supposed. Clean, too. Perhaps not totally his style or taste in music, but not some place he would write off immediately, either.
Kyoya crinkled his nose a little when a redhead shorter than himself quickly darted for a table, waving frantically at his friends and leaving behind a trail of very strong cologne that lingered. Yes… the smell of the building was in a neutral zone for the upper-class gentleman. It was the smell of sweat, which was not great but oddly not unpleasant at the same time, mixed with different perfumes, colognes, body sprays and… something muskier. The ravenet's cheeks had brightened very subtly when he'd tried to come up with possibilities for that last scent, so it went unnamed for now.
"Another round?" A bartender who was passing by shot Kyoya and his drink a teasing smirk before continuing on his way. Kyoya smirked to himself before taking a small sip. He pulled the glass away and noted how he might've finally drained the first half of it. He was doing great. Half a drink in the space of a hour.
Kyoya licked a drop off of his lower lip, savoring the spicy kick. He'd been pleased to learn that the bar offered spicy drinks along with the typical sweet or normal alcohol, and the Thai bomber was tasty. A drink he wouldn't mind having again. But with such a high alcohol content in the one martini, Kyoya was making sure to pace himself really slowly. He was nothing if not cautious. Still, with the previously mentioned alcohol content, the half of the drink already in his system had given him a nice buzz. The loud pounding music wasn't as grating on his nerves as it had been earlier.
But that didn't mean he was suddenly going to throw his jacket onto the ground and join the mass of sweaty flesh on the dance floor, though.
His grey eyes were suddenly fixed upon the line of bottles in front of him, shoulders stiffening as his mind raced. Half of it tried to hold onto that image of him abandoning all pretense and try to enjoy what this place was practically begging him to do, while the other stuck with the reason he'd used to work up his courage just outside the front doors: He wasn't here to dance or catch anyone's eye, just to get a feel for the place. Have a drink, maybe two, and later decide whether to come back again.
But, in that other half of his mind, the really annoying and stubborn half, Kyoya knew he had come here to look at the eligible guys.
When he was in one of his classes, or at a business dinner, Kyoya flat out refused to let his mind be distracted with the aesthetically pleasing men he spotted here and there. No need to kid himself, and he knew he'd accomplish nothing but making someone uncomfortable. But here? He could stare shamelessly and to his heart's content if he really wanted to. There was a high possibility that the men who noticed would be attracted to him as well. He'd been told many times that he was very easy on the eyes by the many girls who'd requested him at his club back in high school.
Kyoya could only hope the same could be said for the guys.
Except that wasn't something he was used to. Only once had a boy ever flirted with him, and he ended up becoming Kyoya's best friend… after Kyoya had yelled and screamed and contemplated premeditated murder.
Kyoya raised his glass to his lips once again, enjoying the hot fire erupting along his tongue and down his throat. Maybe he should leave? He'd gotten all the information he needed. This was a nice little club, he might come back again next week…
But the mental image of his father's amused smirk when his young, gay son tried to slip back into the house after a failed attempt at 'clubbing' kept him seated.
Kyoya's nose scrunched up in distaste. Didn't his father realize it was his fault Kyoya was even here at all? If he didn't want Kyoya to associate himself and his family's name with an honest-to-god gay club, then he should try to find other eligible gay bachelors in their 'upper crust' world to arrange a marriage with. Kyoya wouldn't exactly be that upset, it would take some of the pressure off his shoulders. Surely there were some his father knew of?
Apparently not.
Still, Kyoya refused to make a big issue out of it. He was quite used to his family ignoring him day-in and day-out, even as the family's heir. And it could've easily been so much worse.
"A lot on your mind?"
Kyoya started, drink sloshing around in his glass but thankfully not spilling.
While his mind had been elsewhere, another club-goer had appeared at his side. The man smiled kindly at Kyoya before looking forward again, waving down one of the many bartenders. He ordered a Grasshopper and the bartender had moved away to prepare the drink before Kyoya found his tongue again.
"I suppose you could say that."
"He speaks!" The (h/c) laughed, shooting another big smile in Kyoya's direction, "I was beginning to wonder if you had even heard me!"
"Well, it is pretty loud in here."
The man snorted, his broad shoulders hunching a little before looking to his right at the dance floor. Men and women were dancing like crazy in the open space, bright colors flashing sporadically all around them in time with the music. Kyoya watched in somewhat patient interest as a couple suddenly peeled away from the crowd, giggling and playfully chasing each other back to their table. The ravenet cocked an eyebrow, hoping he'd never be that drunk while in the presence of complete strangers.
"One Grasshopper, (M/n). It's already been placed on your tab." The female bartender set the drink on the counter with a smile before hurrying down to the other side of the booth where she had been low-key flirting with another patron.
The stranger picked up the drink and took a small sip, turning around so his back was pressed against the edge of the counter. Kyoya studied him for a moment. His (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and… Kyoya's eyes suddenly took in everything about the other man's appearance… he was quite handsome, actually. His gaze dropped to the man's right hand, but quickly redirected himself when the (h/c) spoke again.
"So, are you here by yourself?"
Kyoya blinked at the question, and suddenly his guard went up. His grip on his drink tightened. He hadn't seen the man look at the color on his own hand… but if he had and knew Kyoya's sexuality-
The man looked panicked, though, backing away a half-step, "Wait, wait, that came out wrong! I swear I'm not gonna roofie you or anything! I was just conc- I mean, curious! I've never seen you around before, and you've been here for a whole hour without talking to anyone! I wasn't sure if you'd been brought here and then ditched… or something."
The man's face changed into a nice shade of pink as he went back to his mint-green drink. It took Kyoya a moment to regain his ability to speak. After all, how did you continue a conversation with a man trying to flirt with you? That's what this was, right? Flirting?
He looked at the back of the man's hand. Well… looks like I'm in his pond, too. For some reason, that made Kyoya feel a little better.
Falling back to his old high school habits, Kyoya leaned his elbows on the countertop and offered a well-practiced smirk, "I am alone tonight. And while I don't think that will change by the time I'm going home…" he let his grey eyes meet with the (e/c) ones that had returned to him, "I've certainly found a reason to come back next week."
Instead of the blush he had expected, Kyoya was gifted with that dazzling smile once again. It was a sincere smile. He liked it.
"Is that so? Well, I should probably go thank whoever convinced you. You know, if I can hide my jealousy for that long. Would you mind sharing a description?"
"I'd much rather a name."
Those (e/c) eyes sparkled playfully in the dim light before he turned fully to face the ravenet. It was at this moment Kyoya's brain helpfully supplied that his new "friend" was taller than him by a few centimeters. The thought made him feel... strange. He also noted, half-heartedly, that his original plan had fallen to pieces without so much as a fight. Not that he particularly minded, considering his present company.
The man stepped back and bowed a little, skillfully balancing his drink so it wouldn't spill, "(M/n) (L/n), at your service."
Kyoya smirked appreciatively at the little ending tacked on to the greeting, "Kyoya Ootori… at yours."
The man, (M/n), grinned at Kyoya once again before a loud voice called out from behind him. "(M/n)!" A pretty girl suddenly latched herself onto (M/n)'s arm. The boy's smile disappeared. "Come on! Get on the dance floor you dummy!"
"(B/f/n), go away!" He tried to shake her off, but she refused to let go. She giggled, grabbing his drink from his hand and taking a quick sip before (M/n) could snatch it away, placing it on the counter out of her reach. Kyoya was a little grateful to him for that, the girl looked like she was already pretty drunk. Still, she had quite a grip on (M/n)'s…
Kyoya's eyes flicked away from tracing the well-defined muscles of (M/n)'s forearms, blushing at the direction his mind had just wandered down.
"It's your birthday party, you stupid head. Which means it's my job to get my best friend to show off his moves for all the hot men in this place. Maybe you'll finally get laid…"
"(B/f/n)!" It was clear (M/n) was mortified. Kyoya, however, was much more interested in a different part of the girl's outburst.
"It's your birthday?"
(M/n) chuckled, running his free hand through his hair, making it beautifully tousled, "Yeah. My 22nd. How old are you?"
"21."
The (h/c) was in the process of smiling again, when his best friend tugged on his arm, "(M/n), stop procrastinating!" The shorter girl began dragging (M/n) away. He struggled, looking over at Kyoya for help, but the ravenet simply smirked and took a sip of his drink.
But, upon noticing Kyoya wasn't offended or entirely upset at their interruption, (M/n) managed another smile before grabbing his drink from the counter and downing it.
"I think I'm gonna need that."
A laugh escaped Kyoya before he could catch it. He stopped almost immediately, surprise etched all over his face, but (M/n) grinned just before he vanished into the crowd of dancing people.
The ravenet turned back towards the countertop, his face feeling unnaturally warm. What was that? Did a cute guy really just come up and flirt with him? Kyoya was surprised. He thought he'd been putting out that 'don't-talk-to-me' vibe pretty strongly… Perhaps that only affected the female population? Or did that just not work when it was pretty obvious what gender he preferred?
Still, he couldn't deny that he had greatly enjoyed talking to (M/n)... a lot, actually. And, to steal a particular phrase, (M/n) was 'easy on the eyes'.
Glancing back towards the dance floor, he spotted a familiar head of (h/c) hair just above the crowd. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell who (M/n) was dancing with. If there was some random guy standing behind, or in front of Kyoya's conversation partner, hands all over-
"Is this seat taken?"
Another man quickly moved into Kyoya's line of sight, sliding onto the empty bar stool without waiting for an answer. He was also smiling at Kyoya just like (M/n) had been… but it wasn't like (M/n)'s smile. This smile was more… predatory. He hadn't come up here for a drink.
"It looks like it is now." Kyoya faced forward again, taking another sip of the martini. It was suddenly being drained a lot faster than it had been earlier.
"Cute drink. Which one is it?"
Cute? Kyoya bristled, "The Thai Bomber."
The blond raised his eyebrows, "Oh. So you can handle your alcohol. And a spice lover, too? That's rare around here." Kyoya didn't respond, hoping the guy would just go away. He didn't really want to cause a scene.
"So… I haven't seen you around here before. First timer?" Kyoya jerked his right leg closer to his left, away from the other man's foot. Above the countertop was the same story, the blond slowly moving further into Kyoya's personal space.
"Could you move back, please? I would hate to have to call on my bodyguards."
At that statement, the blond laughed. But again, Kyoya couldn't help but note how it wasn't anything like (M/n)'s. For one thing, this guy's laugh set his teeth on edge, whereas (M/n)'s had given him gentle butterflies in his stomach. Kyoya was pulled out of that pleasant memory when a strong hand clasped onto his wrist, refusing to let him move.
"Bodyguards, huh? That's certainly a new one. But if you're trying to play hard to get, I should probably tell you that I don't appreciate playing those kind of games."
"Let go of me!"
Kyoya twisted his arm, trying to escape the grip and spilling his martini all over the counter in the process, but the blond was much stronger than he looked. For a split second, Kyoya felt a seed of panic take root. He had been bluffing before… his bodyguards weren't in the building. They were with his limousine, wherever that was parked at. He'd told them to stay away so no one would hit on them and cause a fight or argument to break out. But now he regretted his decision. If Kyoya wanted their help, he'd have to call them using his cell phone, which was in his right pants pocket. The blond was holding his right hand, and if Kyoya tried to go for it with his left, he'd probably grab that hand, too. He was trapped.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoya spotted a bartender rushing over, but before the woman could even speak-
The blond's head was forcibly slammed against the countertop.
He let out a pained shout and released Kyoya's wrist, allowing the ravenet to scramble off his stool. He looked up at his defender and blinked in surprise.
"(M/n)?"
The (h/c) didn't look up at Kyoya, preferring to glare dangerously at the other man cupping his nose. "Didn't you hear him, Fucker? He told you to let go."
The blond cussed loudly, looking down at his blood-covered hand before bringing it back up to his nose. "What the fu…" He finally looked up at his attacker. (M/n) was at least a head taller than him, and his glare was frightening. The blond swallowed.
"Leave."
The blond scampered away, grabbing a handful of napkins as he did. Kyoya was mildly grateful that (M/n) chose to glare after the man instead of instantly checking up on him. He was still shivering a bit, but not just from the way the blond had grabbed him. (M/n)'s voice had dropped a whole octave when he gave that final command, and suddenly Kyoya understood why his friend Takashi Morinozuka had been so popular back in high school. That deep voice didn't come out often, but when it did…
"You alright?"
Kyoya didn't know exactly when (M/n) had gotten so close to him, but his heart jumped into his throat when he craned his head back a little to meet those (e/c) eyes. Now that they were both standing, their height difference was that much more pronounced.
(E/c) eyes swept Kyoya's form up and down before settling on his wrist, "May I?"
Not trusting his mouth at the moment, the ravenet simply lifted his right arm for inspection. Gentle fingers carefully pushed Kyoya's jacket sleeve away from his wrist, making him shiver once again. (M/n) gave him a silent 'I'm sorry' look, like the shiver was a bad sign, before going back to his original task. The (h/c) was barely touching Kyoya's pale skin as he checked for bruises, but it was a far more intimate act than he had ever experienced before.
"I don't think you'll bruise up that badly. Just try to keep a distance from Jackasses for a while, okay?"
"No one's ever done that for me before."
(M/n) raised an eyebrow as Kyoya mentally facepalmed. Wow, way to go Ootori. What happened to that silver tongue of yours?
Oh, the cherry on top: His inner monologue was starting to sound like the twins.
"Done what? Defend you from a complete Dick or smash said Dick's head into a countertop?"
"Ah… the second one… but I've never had someone do that to me, either."
(M/n) looked surprised, "Really? You've never had anyone hit on you like that before?"
A shake of the head.
"Wow…"
"Why so surprised?"
"I'm just… I assumed…"
"That I only attracted Assholes?"
"No!" (M/n) looked almost panicked again, "No, I mean… I figured that you got hit on a lot… and I was surprised that was your first time dealing with someone like that."
Kyoya blinked, quickly realizing his wrist was still lightly clasped between the (h/c)'s hands, "I'm not usually the one being hit on. My first time here, remember?"
"Even so, with your looks-" (M/n) cut himself off, dropping Kyoya's arm like he'd been burned, "I-I just meant that… I'm pretty sure every guy in this room thinks you're really attractive, and even (B/f/n) said you were hot, and she's as gay as they come! Not that you're just a pretty face, you seem like a smart guy- I mean-!" As (M/n) started stumbling over his words, Kyoya couldn't help but wish he hadn't let go of his arm.
"Oh, for fucks sake!" The two men looked over the bar counter where the bartender who had rushed over to help earlier a millennia ago stood, her arms crossed, "(M/n), just ask him for a dance already. Then make-out against the back wall. You're both thinking it."
She walked away, leaving the two surrounded by awkwardness.
"Well… she certainly doesn't waste any words."
"No. No she doesn't." (M/n)'s face was complete red, all the way up to his ears and down his neck. Kyoya felt a strange temptation to discover exactly how far down it went, but he pulled himself out of that line of thought. For the moment.
The (h/c) looked over at Kyoya, an apology in his eyes, but Kyoya spoke first.
"Aren't you going to ask me for a dance?"
(M/n)'s jaw dropped. Closed. Then somehow managed the words, "You… you want to dance with me?"
Kyoya cocked an eyebrow, "That's a strange way to ask, but I suppose it gets the message across. The answer is yes, by the way."
"Ah…haha…" The (h/c) rubbed at the back of his head, arm muscles catching Kyoya's eye once again before he was captured in a surprisingly intense gaze, "Well, shall we?"
Kyoya smirked, shedding his jacket, "If you have a place I can leave this, then you can teach me exactly how two might dance together at a club."
(M/n)'s eyes lit up with excitement.