"Kaoru! Hikaru! You get back here now or I'll ….I'LL...!" Tamaki had taken to screaming after being blindfolded and left to manage alone. It was a ploy. A devious little scheme by those too foxes in quite gorgeous identical clothing. Those damn twins had found Tamaki early in the game and kindly misinformed him that the one that wears the black blindfold, becomes the seeker's "special partner". Blinded by such dazzling language Tama-chan, being the brilliant mind he is, figured that wearing the blindfold would make him Haruhi's lover (since she was the seeker this round). Yes. He was in fact…that stupid.

"..I…will…?" Tamaki's simple sentences had been broken into random murmurs as he wondered what he would truly do to punish the heinous Hitachiin horrors. A finger touched his lips delicately and another hand sat strikingly on his hip. From a distance, Tamaki might have looked deep in thought, as his face was angled towards the sky, however, his thought process was nothing more than an endless loop of the dark gray color he could see though his blindfold, and perhaps maybe if it would be called "dusty gray" or "charcoal". "Uhhmm…Kaoru? Hikaru?"

No. Had he just realized that they had been gone for at least 10 minutes now?

"Ugh…"

The sigh came from behind Tamaki, and was followed by a soft chuckle that made the Lord squeak and turn towards the sudden noise; however, due to his current obscurity, this proved to make no difference in his growing paranoia.

"H-hey…hey!" the blonde male managed, thrusting a finger out at where he thought the voice originated from. He was way, way off, but he still continued: "You two came back! Now guide me to Haruhi! Or I'll!…...I'll…I will…" And the Host Club king was trapped in the same circle…again.

"Pathetic…" the voice said again, in that soft tone. Like the person was holding a finger in their mouth.

Of course, Tamaki heard this and pouted, his arms crossed as he turned around. "Fine! I can find Haruhi on my own!" he hissed in that boyish, playful manner: his "angry voice", "Ah!"

He was in the process of walking away, making a dramatic exit that was supposed to send "the twins" following after, but a sudden hand took hold of his arm and pulled him backwards into a gripping embrace. Lips purred a smirk against his ear, a shiver melting along his spine, causing Tamaki to lean into the body that held him near. Tamaki was in a position like he was sitting in an invisible chair, and as it was very awkward, his knees gave up, placing him on the ground, the arms, keeping him from falling forward, followed his movements.

"Kaoru!" he wondered firmly.

The lips moved down his neck.

"H-h-Hikaru!" he stammered feeling the grip tighten around his arms, keeping them still. Tamaki squirmed beneath the nose in his hair and the teeth nibbling on the bit of flesh at the top of his ear. It tickled and he smiled and giggled asking the body behind him to stop quietly. This kind little plea only acted as a catalyst for the mischievous hands to be set into motion, one sliding down Tamaki's lovely frame, the other running up to the soft cheek that grinned with laughter. A finger touched the parted lips, attracted by the warmth they exuded, tempted to explore inside the mouth, but did not give in and simply slid over the blindfold gently.

Tamaki was slowly realizing that something about this situation was not right. He felt something warm and hollow in his stomach, no, on his stomach. That curious hand had the audacity to make its way under Tama's shirt and from there continued to play about his pant line! Fingers hanging over his belt, teasing the buckle and at the same time petting his lower abdomen. It was just too much for the Lord! For the virgin Lord. He didn't understand this much about these types of encounters. Would you call it sexual? Or was this foreplay? He wasn't sure, he only knew it was awkward, and felt…

"H-Haru-hi…?" he asked quietly ignoring that growing bulge poking against his backside. It made sense in his mind. He was wearing the "black blindfold of love" and Haruhi would be looking for him specifically and since they were to become lovers this would explain her behavior. It made sense…but he didn't believe it.

Ah…the Idiot King knew logic; he had not forsaken that which common sense owns.

The person who had come upon him so interestingly smirked in his ear and froze. The two looked like so sinful statue. Tamaki's shirt tail a mess, the aggressor bent over the pretty blonde prey mercilessly taking him over. Breaths mingled in the chilly wind. Silence, for they both stopped all signs of life that they could. Only that damn heartbeat proved this existed.

"Baka…" the voice uttered above Tamaki's ear. The lord gasped and began a phrase but the words met an untimely death with the hand of the person behind him. His captor. That mystery man…no more. It was, and Tamaki knew now that it could only be one person. The voice was so recognizable now, he felt like a fool for only now realizing.

"Shhh…"

The voice hushed him once more, verbally this time, and the two continued in their stillness each party wearing an unholy grin.