Kyoya watched silently as Tamaki grabbed his black leather coat and sunglasses, chatting animatedly on the phone with someone or other, while shoving his foot into a shoe.
Kyoya was silent, because Tamaki had made up his mind- he was going out. And not Haruhi, not Kyoya, not even his mother would deter him from going to the party of the night.
Kyoya winced at door slamming, and the loud, incessant chatter left the apartment with Tamaki, leaving Kyoya to his own devices.
Kyoya toed the mess of shoes and the like at the door, before sighing and straightening them up. He didn't know when Tamaki would be coming home, but he knew it would be in the early hours of the morning, if not about noon the next day.
If, he came back at all.
Kyoya wasn't even sure what had started this particular argument, but he knew what it had been about. Apparently, Kyoya was too clingy.
It was enough to make anyone who'd known them a year ago burst into laughter, but Kyoya knew very well of Tamaki's many sides of himself.
And this side of him was in the mood for vodka and cheap whores.
Kyoya felt himself stiffen, before standing up and brushing off his hands.
Kyoya Ohtori was not a toy, not a silly little accessory to be picked up and discarded as the user pleased; he was more than those sluts would ever be.
Kyoya kicked the shoes over, walked away calmly, picking up his little black cell phone, and heading towards his wardrobe.
He texted quickly, pale fingers dashing over the tiny buttons, forming a message to a friend of sorts, smirking slightly.
He flipped through his closet, searching for something simply perfect for tonight. He rifled through a few pairs of jeans before an insistent buzzing on from the table distracted him
SEEN TAMAKI AGEHA. ORDER DRINK 4 U ;)
Kyoya's smirk grew, and he decided on a pair of black, very tight jeans, a white v-neck with a button-up vest, and a handcuff chain on his belt loops.
His hair had grown out somewhat in the last while, long enough to do something with, he decided. It was pin straight already, so that wasn't a problem, but getting it the way he wanted might be.
He pursed his lips through a cloud of hairspray, plucking at the hair in the back, sticking it up, and leaving some to fall around his face. He finished rather quickly, and getting other things ready, before spotting a stick of Tamaki's discarded eyeliner rolling on their bed.
Well. Wouldn't hurt to try, he thought.
He started simply, a line under his eye, ending with a tail, and a layer on his top lid, repeating the process, before dusting some glittery eye shadow on his eyelid.
He looked at himself, thoroughly satisfied. He looked himself over, somewhat entranced. Not even Haruhi would have known it was him. His black, perfectly straight hair fell across his kohl lined eyes, giving him an enticing air of mystery.
"Somebody's gonna cry tonight," whispered Kyoya to his reflection, snatching lip gloss for good measure.
He grabbed his black wallet from the bedside table, and sauntered out to grab a limo.
***
He heard the club before he saw it, the pulsing beat of the music, and the lights streaming from the windows, and the long line up in front, the huge glass doors guarded by bulky bouncers.
He slipped out of the car fluidly, the soon-to-be club goers all turning their attention to the sleek black limo.
He walked towards the biggest guy closest to the door, smiling something he never dared even try use back in the host club.
"I don't suppose," he drawled lowly, eyes flashing, "You have any room for one," he murmured, almost touching the bouncer's chest, peeking out from thick lashes.
"Oh," said the bouncer, looking startled, weak, muddy eyes widening, "Oh, yeah, sure. Go right in,"
Kyoya licked his lips suggestively, catching the entire line up under his spell, strolling in the club as if he owned it.
He searched for his friend, a spike of red hair, or two.
He found them by the bar, flirting with each other, circled by a group of young, rich men, laughing and casting sultry looks around.
Kyoya slipped through the crowd, followed by multiple pairs of eyes, all either jealous, or desperately hoping for a dance.
The Hitachiin's eyes widened when they saw him, their mouths opening slightly, then falling into easy smirks.
"Well, well, well," drawled Hikaru, "Look who's come to join us."
"Yes, it seems dear Kyoya has finally arrived, Hikaru." Kaoru purred from behind his twin, and the circle of men looked slightly flustered at being confronted with another obviously gorgeous man.
"Of course," Kyoya said in a low voice, eyeing the club completely, searching for a blonde head. "I'd never break promises to such dear friends." He darkened his gaze, sauntering over to stand to the side beside Hikaru, slightly in-between the twins.
Tamaki suddenly came into view, laughing loudly, with a blonde, simpering bimbo on his arm.
The trio's gaze hardened, but they pasted on saucy smiles, while the twins moved closer to Kyoya, Kaoru behind, Hikaru at his side, almost touching.
"I'd thought you'd never get here," whispered Kaoru, just loud enough for the entire circle to hear, before capturing Kyoya's lips in a kiss, just as Tamaki turned over to look.
Hikaru sucked at the elder's pale neck, while Kaoru and Kyoya moaned obscenely, earning heated looks from over half of the club, and catcalls from some.
Kyoya would never forget the look on Tamaki's face as he watched him in the middle of the Hitachiins, as he smirked slightly, feeling Kaoru's wet tongue.
Tamaki dropped the bottle and slut, storming over to the display at the back of the club, snapping at the rest of the party-goers to mind their own business.
"What are you doing?" he hissed, breath smelling of vodka and slightly of smoke, pulling Kyoya away from the twins.
Kyoya looked at him with a lazy smile, tugging his hand loose. The Hitachiins slinked their way around Kyoya again, resting on his shoulders, Kyoya's shiny lip gloss now partly residing on Kaoru's lips.
"We were playing with that," purred the twins, linking their arms around Kyoya's waist and shoulders, while Kyoya laughed coolly, flicking his hair back from his face.
"I'm so sorry," Kyoya had a look of false innocence in his eyes, and his tone dripped with desire. "But I belong to-"
"Someone else," finished the twins, with smug looks on their faces, Hikaru smirking around a fresh cigarette, while Kyoya and Kaoru laughed.
"Let's take this somewhere private," Kyoya whispered hotly into Kaoru's ear, smiling like it was an inside joke, while Hikaru passed the spliff to Kyoya.
They pushed by Tamaki, currently in an almost chronic state of shock, when Kyoya stopped for a second, looking malicious.
He got close to Tamaki, before murmuring, "You dropped something,"
He blew cigarette smoke in his face, before draping himself over Hikaru, licking at Kaoru's neck, both their hands in his back pockets.