Kyoya closed the bathroom door gently behind them, turning and facing Tamaki. Tamaki just stood there, blinking, as if waiting for something. Kyoya flicked the lights off, and they couldn't see a thing until their eyes adjusted- even then, they could barely each others silhouettes. Kyoya didn't say anything for a moment, and didn't move.

"...Uh, Kyoya?" Tamaki finally broke the silence, getting a little worried. He knew what he'd agreed to, but he probably didn't know just what his body was getting into. He... understood Kyoya's situation, and he wanted to help, but... there was still just a bit of uneasiness. Disturbance, even... It was hard to imagine that Kyoya was, some kind of... monster. He outwardly cringed at that thought, no. Kyoya wasn't a monster, he was a friend, he'd never... hurt him, not either way around. Right?

Before he could say or think anything more, he felt hands on his chest near his shoulders, pushing him back slowly. He stepped backwards along with the push and soon hit the wall lightly. He slid down the wall on his back, Kyoya coming with him.

Kyoya situated himself on Tamaki so that he was somewhere between straddling him, and sitting between his legs, but he still didn't say anything. Tamaki blinked, avoiding his eyes even though he could barely see them. He cleared his throat,

"Kyoya... this is a little..."

"Be quiet."

Those were first words he'd said since they arrived at his home.

Tamaki shut his mouth.

He felt Kyoya's hands start to travel around on his neck, feeling on his skin. When he got to his uniform shirt's collar, he paused. He resumed just as quickly, undoing the tie and pulling it off, tossing it to the side. He hastily unbuttoned the shirt all the way. Tamaki stayed deathly still, holding his breath slightly. It was strange to be in this kind of position with Kyoya, with him, undressing him this way. This entire situation was very strange, and he was maybe more than slightly uncomfortable with it. But if what he was doing would help Kyoya, then... well, he'd go through with it. Kyoya was his best friend, he couldn't just let...

His thoughts were cut off. He felt Kyoya push the shirt away from his chest and neck but not pull it off all the way, leaving it just around his shoulders and on his arms. He touched the spot where he could find Tamaki's pulse.

"Your heart rate has quickened." He stated simply, in a tone that Tamaki almost didn't recognize at first. It was odd, low... It made this a bit more difficult, Kyoya was making him nervous. Kyoya stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. "Try to stay calm. I need your body in a relaxed state, otherwise this may hurt you more than is within my control."

"Th-That's not really helping." He found himself stuttering. Jeez, he hadn't even realized. He recognized the fear building inside him, though, and took a deep breath. He wasn't scared of Kyoya... Not really. He was scared of what he was about to do to him. It can't be that bad, right?

"I'm not going to hurt you, Tamaki." He said in the same low tone he'd been using, but probably not on purpose. He glanced to the side, as if reevaluating what he'd just said "...Not intentionally."

"Heh... Still not helping." Tamaki laughed nervously, voice audibly shaking.

"You don't have to go through with this." As those words left, his voice cracked ever so slightly, but Tamaki noticed. Kyoya wasn't even looking at him- he was staring at his chest.

Tamaki took another deep breath, "No, I do... It's okay. I know you don't want me to change my mind now." He looked straight at Kyoya's eyes finally, but Kyoya was still staring down at his chest. He didn't say a word in response.

"You are making me nervous, though." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice, mixed with the uneasiness he was feeling. He tried to stay calm as he was told to.

"Mm..." Kyoya breathed, eyes going half lidded as he stared. Tamaki only watched him. This Kyoya was very different than the one he'd come to know, but there was a reason for that. Right now, though, he couldn't think about that.

His eyes took on a cloudy, tranced appearance.

Tamaki's own eyes widened a bit. He'd never seen that before. But still, he forced himself to stay calm, to not get his pulse quickening again. He slowly looked to the side, more so to move his neck than to look at anything- encouraging Kyoya. He gulped faintly.

Kyoya took his glasses off, setting them to the side. He positioned one hand on Tamaki's neck in an odd way, as if he was mapping something. He traced his index finger along a certain area with his other hand lightly. Tamaki fidgeted. He stayed still as he could manage, letting his eyelids drop slightly. His breathing slowed. What was Kyoya doing to him?

"I apologize for this..." Came Kyoya's voice in an half whisper as he tilted Tamaki's head back and to the side. Tamaki's lips were parted slightly. He stared off into nothing. He felt Kyoya's lips meet that spot on his neck, but didn't feel teeth.

Kyoya's eyes were nearly closed as he sucked at Tamaki's neck. Considering their position, if anyone walked in and saw this, they would immediately assume something very different from what was actually going on was happening here. But Kyoya couldn't help that. What he was doing was not meant to be sexual, though it appeared. He was numbing Tamaki as far as he could, in his abilities. He knew that what he was about to do was going to hurt, and it was going to hurt a lot. The least he could do was put Tamaki into the calmest state possible, and try to make this certain spot less vulnerable to pain, if only by a small amount.

He moved away, staying not inches away from that spot.

He opened his mouth wide, revealing two pointed fangs in the upper row of his teeth. There wasn't much time to admire, though. Because as soon as that was done, he bit down.

Tamaki's eyes shot wide open, he took in a sharp breath. "Nn-nn!" he grunted loudly, right away, echoing off the bathroom walls. His breathing picked up but he was taking in only short, quick little breaths that seemed to cut off from going all the way down and start again, in rhythm with Kyoya as he audibly gulped. This situation got very intense, very fast. His hands came up, trembling, and gripped at Kyoya's back. His nails raked Kyoya's skin through his shirt, but Kyoya seemed to ignore it.

It hurt. It burned. It was the most excruciating pain he could ever recall going through physically. His teeth clenched and he tried to breath in regularly, but he couldn't manage. He just kept taking in cut-off breaths that his lungs spit back out the moment the oxygen entered. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching Kyoya harder. He wanted him to stop. Tears spilled from his closed eyes, he couldn't hold back. He'd definitely underestimated what he was getting into. He couldn't think straight, couldn't think at all. The only thing that registered was the burning sting, and how amazingly relaxed Kyoya seemed to be.

"Ah-ahh!" he cried, panting.

Kyoya didn't seem to notice at all. His eyes were shut completely, and he was breathing in and out slowly, heavily. He didn't even react when Tamaki's back arched, his nails probably making bruises on his back. He was in some kind of trance. He got this odd sort of satisfaction throughout his entire body and he wrapped his arms low around Tamaki's waist mindlessly as he quaked.

"K... Kyo..." He breathed, trying to reach him. He couldn't take this much longer. He thought he might black out, he was getting lightheaded, and though it wasn't visible in this darkness, his skin was becoming paler. If taken too far, blood loss can, no doubt, kill.

Kyoya opened his eyes half way. He closed his eyes once more, sliding his hands up Tamaki's back instinctively and holding him. He stopped drinking and pulled his teeth out of Tamaki's flesh. Tamaki took in a overly deep breath and collapsed over into Kyoya, as Kyoya was still sitting on his middle. He gripped at the back of his shirt weakly, hands trembling. Kyoya pushed him back against the wall with his own body and lowered his mouth again to that same spot. Tamaki was too out of it to notice. He licked at the wound he'd left, a trail of blood running down Tamaki's chest. He licked it up, feeling Tamaki's shaking turn into shivers as he did so. He was too out of breath to speak. Kyoya's eyes were just barely open and the look in his eyes made him seem like he wasn't even there anymore. He went back to the wound and started sucking on it.

Tamaki's head was tilted far back, mouth open and jaw a bit shaky. His eyes were closed. He was relieved that it had stopped, but now he just felt sick. He had a small head ache but to make that worse was his lightheadedness and the ringing in his ears.

The sickness started to ease slowly as Kyoya continued. The burning left behind on the wound started to disappear. His panting finally began to settle down and he closed his mouth, brow furrowing lightly. He had his back straight as a board, but started to relax and lean back into the wall once more. His fingers spread and curled against Kyoya's back as he sucked at his neck.

"M-Mm." He moaned quietly, but stopped himself. His brow furrowed, he tried to ignore it. This situation was hitting a little too close than he'd like it to. He didn't look forward to Kyoya waking up, from whatever sort of odd state he was in, mainly because it might be... somewhat awkward. For himself, at least, he knew it would be.

Kyoya's mind had practically gone completely blank. He was acting on instinct. Having someone volunteer willingly to let him do this was rare, and he was indulging in the taste. The taste of Tamaki's blood, of his skin. His scent, being familiar, made it more intoxicating than any some girl he'd go after. He only went after them because he knew they would forget afterwards, and they'd hold him over, so he didn't break. He felt horrid about it, but that was the reality to the situation, and this situation now was his resolve to stop hurting all those innocent girls. He'd never let this side of himself stick as a permanent image in anyone else's head. But Tamaki, he knew he could trust not to tell anyone. If he could trust anyone to know what he'd been doing, and not leave his life for it, it was Tamaki. The guy was, maybe, more accepting than was for his own good...

Kyoya was finally starting to regain his senses. His eyes opened once again and he pulled away lightly.

The wound was bare and remained as it was.

Tamaki was left breathing a bit heavier than normal, face tinted red. He had his head turned to the side, away from Kyoya, eyes closed. He was admittedly embarrassed by this entire situation, by the way he was reacting to the closeness between the two of them. He was thankful for the darkness hiding him from full clarity.

Kyoya moved away, sitting up straight. His eyes began to regain their normal visage. When it completely returned, he blinked rapidly. He looked down at Tamaki, who was leaning back head and all on the wall, looking exhausted.

"Tamaki-" He started, placing a hand on his face and turning it to look at him. "Tamaki, are you okay?" He asked, sounding worried, mildly panicked.

"Y-Yeah, I'm... fine." He sighed out unsteadily, laughing at himself shakily. He took in deep breaths.

"What?" He said, raising an eyebrow, not understanding what was funny.

"N-Nothing. Just... it was just very, uh, intense. M-More than I was expecting, is all."

Kyoya let his hand drop, "I'm sorry. I put you through more than you could handle."

"I'm still alive, aren't I?" Tamaki smiled weakly.

"Yes..." Kyoya looked away, eyes half lidded. He stared for a moment, and then started to shift, swinging one leg over off of Tamaki and standing up. He bent down to get his glasses, placing them back on his face neatly. He held his hand out for Tamaki to take. Tamaki took his hand, Kyoya pulling him up on his feet. Tamaki wobbled a bit, and Kyoya steadied him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you going to be alright walking?"

"Yeah," He said, nodding once. He straightened his shirt around his form but didn't button it up quite yet. He grabbed up his tie off the floor. Kyoya went to the door and flicked on the lights.

Tamaki was the one to groan a bit and squint at the light instead of Kyoya, who turned back to the blonde- His eyes widened. Tamaki blinked, rubbing his eyes, and caught notice of Kyoya's face.

"What?"

"Oh... Maybe you shouldn't go home just yet..." He blinked, eyes still wide.

Tamaki turned and looked in the mirror. He took a step back in surprise.

He'd gotten very, very pale, and there was that gaping wound left on his neck where Kyoya had been... uh, eating. He wondered why he couldn't feel it.

"Jeez..." He whispered, just staring at himself in the mirror, or more specifically, the mark. He touched at it with the tips of his fingers.

"It'll look suspicious if we walk out together this way." Kyoya said. Tamaki's eyes widened, looking his way.

"Y-You don't mean...?"

"It's a possibility in other's minds, considering our friendship."

Tamaki turned red, covering his mouth with one hand and looking away. Now that he thought about it, playing the scene back in his mind, if someone just heard them, the situation could be conveyed in a completely different way than what it actually was. They would have to cover up that mark on him, and it could turn out to look like he was hiding something else. Oh, god. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Calm down." Kyoya said, walking across the room, past him. He straightened out his clothing as he went, "Put your clothes back in order."

Tamaki, flustered, set his tie on the counter and worked at buttoning his shirt back up. He fumbled around with the buttons at times, but eventually got done. He put the tie around his neck, but suddenly found it difficult to recall how to tie it up. He fumbled around with it uselessly.

When Kyoya came back, carrying a towel to the spot where they had been on the floor, he stopped when he caught Tamaki struggling with his tie in the mirror. He sighed, setting the towel on the counter and going over to him.

"Stop being so hopeless." He took both sides of the tie in his hands, doing it up quickly and tightening it. Tamaki sighed quietly, hanging his head.

"Sorry. I'm just, really..."

"I know. It's my fault. It's alright if you feel uncomfortable around me..." He finished tying it up, and picked up the towel again, looking back to Tamaki's face. "I needed to nourish myself..." He looked down a bit, "You know what would have happened, otherwise. So... thank you." He said, and turned away to clean up the drops of blood that had gotten on the floor.

Tamaki didn't look back, he stayed the way he was standing, head down slightly. His eyes shifted to the side, to see Kyoya cleaning up. His lips parted a little, and he looked back down at the floor. He took in a breath through his nose and sighed out, leaning back on the counter, facing Kyoya.

"You're welcome."