I'M STILL GOING? Well here's another chapter of sorts. I feel like I should have made a prologue or something...

Now what on earth did I buy this for? Kyouya asked himself, staring at the notebook. There was no reason to have it on him; he already had all of his important notes in many other notebooks and planners that he had categorized about the room on shelves and in drawers. He then remembered what Haruhi had suggested earlier in the day, about writing down what bothered him and Tamaki.

I couldn't possibly write that down. He thought, shaking his head, tapping a pen on the page, wondering what to put there. Why do I even want to write anything down? I've told myself over and over again that I don't need this notebook, what on earth is it that I want to write down in here so badly that I haven't at least gone to bed?

Kyouya sat there, staring, something he very rarely did. When he blinked, gasping himself back into reality, he saw words on the page.

What else IS there to write?

What on earth? He blinked a few more times, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't believe he was dozing off in front of a notebook that, again, he didn't need. For the first time in ages he had managed to get all of his homework, studying, and host club duties out of the way before the "unreasonable" hours of the morning and here he was staying up and writing in his sleep about God knows what. You know what; I'm just going to get some sleep.

"My aren't you handsome?"

A light kiss ghosted upon his lips, a sensual touch crossed the right side of his neck which floated down to the center of his sternum, down to rest on his beating heart.

"You're going to just make me enjoy this, aren't you, pretty one?"

Kyouya lazily opened his eyes to see a pair of red, twinkling corneas staring straight into his. He blinked, stared for a bit longer, then closed his eyes again to try and go back to sleep.

"Ah, ah, ah," the eyes said, pulling Kyouya from his sleeping stupor. He tried to sit upright and instead smashed his lips into the pair that belonged to the face that those eyes were looking from. Kyouya pulled away, pushing the person atop him off and panted, disoriented by the sight in front of him.

The being was male in appearance, black hair, and cut almost identical to Kyouya's but shorter in the back. His body was a dark almost bronze color, and the shadows from the window accentuated the smooth stomach and long limbs attached to this person. Then Kyouya noticed something moving behind the person...

A tail.

It was a black TAIL WITH A POINTED END swinging back and forth. The person noticed that Kyouya had spotted it and was at a loss for words and movement, so the person leaned forward, practically into Kyouya's face again.

"Something wrong, pretty?" the person asked, batting his eyelashes slowly, carefully drawing Kyouya's attention back to his eyes.

"What on earth is going on here?" Kyouya exclaimed, heartbeat accelerating.

"Oh, I wanted to say hi was all," the person answered, touching Kyouya's chest again, the hand wandering in circles around his beating heart. Kyouya was too dumbstruck to get the person's hand off of him this time. "It seems you don't know what to think of me. Would you like me to give you something to think of me?"

Kyouya stammered, and then realized what it had to be, what it must be.

"Wait, am I..." he calmed a bit, looked down at the hand on his chest, and sighed. "…I'm dreaming. I have to be, this is utterly... unreasonable. Only my dreams could create something like you at a time like this."

"Heh..." the being chuckled, moving his hand to Kyouya's face, cupping his cheek his palm, "…If that's what you want to believe then so be it. I do want to ask though, why would you come up with something like me? I'm a dark being with a pointed tail, red eyes, and hardly any clothing on."

That's when Kyouya seriously looked at the person and realized he was in nothing but pale green shorts, of which were only covering the flesh of the obvious half-erection stuck underneath them.

"I have my reasons," Kyouya said to the now more than obvious male being. "You'd probably know since you're a part of this dream."

"I think I do know," the male said, crawling forward to sit atop Kyouya's lap. "I think you have feelings for someone. Feelings you don't think you'll ever be able to bring to a close. Those feelings are also full of... urges."

At that the male grinded his bottom painfully slowly on top of Kyouya's steadily rising length, causing the young man to hitch his breath and for his heartbeat to go back up again.

"Those urges just don't seem to be satisfied as of late," the male said, bringing his face down to Kyouya's, ghosting those lips across his. "not since the incident with that person that you've been trying oh so very hard to avoid in order to quell the fires deep within you that burn for the insides of that person to be joined with you."

Kyouya's said urges were at the tipping point as this supposed dream was rocking back and forth on top of his hardening erection. He didn't know what he was going to do with himself until he reminded himself that this was all just a dream. It was his dream, no less, so he might as well do whatever damn well pleased him, so long as it quelled the insanity raging inside of his mind, even if only temporarily.

Kyouya grabbed the male by the back of his head, twining his fingers among the strands of hair and latching onto them. The male smiled devilishly, biting his bottom lip as Kyouya brought his face towards his own.

"You're making this far too easy," Kyouya said, his breath becoming heavier by the second. "What do you want?"

The being laughed a most lustful way, his hands resting on Kyouya's chest, playing with the buttons of his nightshirt. "If you don't know by now then you might as well wake up."

Kyouya stared at the male, confused and disoriented, and gave in to the carnal desires that had been festering within him for the past few weeks. He squeezed the male's ass, exploring the soft round cheek, finally coming before the male's entrance and circling his finger around it, eliciting a beautiful moan unlike Kyouya had ever heard.

The male's penis was practically bent by the shorts that was all but succeeding to keep it down, and Kyouya decided that he couldn't stand the sight of it anymore. He let go of the male's hair and let the length out from the shorts, breath and reason-finally-flying from him.

"Well, what are you going to do?" the male asked, still swaying on top of Kyouya's member. "Are you going to tell me what I'm here for, verbally admit my existence, or are you going to just sit there and admire my gift that's all for you?"

Kyouya touched the tip, causing the male to shudder ever so lightly and sigh deeply.

"You're here to please me," Kyouya breathed. "Because nothing else will at this very moment."

He pulled the male's face towards his own and planted his lips atop the others'. The lips were warm from heavy breathing, practically begging to be used for this purpose and more. Kyouya deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into the male's mouth, exploring in a way he hadn't had the mind to ever before. The taste was strange, different, and glorious all at once, a taste that Kyouya craved and yet was unfamiliar with. This was everything he had begun to feel he needed from the people that he could never have.

The constant swaying, grinding, gasping, and moaning was driving Kyouya insane, so he flipped the male over onto his back and looked at him and all of his grandeur, wondering which part of him he was going to conquer first before his supposed consciousness ripped him away.

"What's your name?" Kyouya asked, not even realizing he was thinking of the question until it spilled out of his swollen lips.

"Whatever you want it to be, pretty," the male said, winking. He began to stroke himself, much to Kyouya's pleasure. Kyouya bent to kiss those lips again, to taste him more, before backing away with a rather odd name in mind.

"Then I'll call you..." Kyouya thought for a moment as he removed the male's hand and replaced it with his own, causing the male to groan seductively. "...Tama."

"As you wish," Tama said, chuckling as he pulled down Kyouya's shorts to release his erection as well. He played with the tip as Kyouya had done to him earlier, causing Kyouya's hips to jerk forward and his voice to call out in the most embarrassing show of pleasure he'd ever let himself hear.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you, Tama," Kyouya breathed.

SOOO... how did I do? .w. Leave comments please and thank you and I hope you at least sort of laughed if not enjoyed the awkward derp of it all~