Tamaki and Kyoya sat together on Tamaki's bed, taking shots and having a very sluggish conversation. At one point, Tamaki had even told Kyoya about his feelings as if it were no big deal. Kyoya, however, took it as a huge deal.

"Wait, Tama, what'ja say a m'nut ago?"

"You mean 'bout the dancin squirrel?"

"No. Sumthin 'bout me n' you."

"Oh, that." Tamaki chuckled. "Yeah, I'll d'mit ya turn me on. But'choo got that ornge head guy."

"Kaoru? Naw, we broke up."

"Why?"

"He loves 'is brother. Can ya believe it? 'Is own bruther."

"Naw, man, that's crazy. That ain't true, I'm bettin."

"It is, he said so."

"Well, now that yurr single..." the drunken boy crawled across the mattress toward him. Kyoya didn't stop him; instead, he met Tamaki in the middle, and Kyoya forced him backwards, straddling him. Their lips crashed on one another's and alcohol was the only taste they could imagine. Kyoya was quick to take his shirt off, and quick to unbutton Tamaki's also, not breaking their kiss.

Tamaki forced his tongue past Kyoya's soft lips and battled the other. Tamaki gained dominance when Kyoya finally gave up, letting the boy explore his mouth as he pleased. Kyoya slipped the boxers off of Tamaki and Tamaki reached for Kyoya's zipper.

Sweating and panting, they broke the kiss for a few moments so Tamaki could slip Kyoya's pants off. Once they were off, their lips reconnected, and Kyoya's hands were exploring the lower regions of his French friend. Tamaki moaned into his mouth.

That's when the maids came in to alert Tamaki of...well, something. They didn't really hear anything that they said. (Of course it was part of the maids' job not to question anything the boy was doing, not even being straddled by an almost-naked boy with several bottles of alcohol strewn everywhere.)

Everything was a blur to Kyoya when he woke up. Immediately he hated his position; he was curled up next to a pillow. Wait, no, that wasn't a pillow. Pillows don't have mops of yellow hair. His eyes widened. He sat up slowly, his mind screaming 'what the hell have you done' as slowly memories of getting wasted and having sex came back. He looked from the stained bed sheets to a naked Tamaki to a naked himself to the alcohol.

His head was pounding. He was quick to slip off the bed and throw on any clothes he could find, which happened to be Tamaki's shirt and boxers mixed in with his jeans, but he didn't care. He could still taste alcohol on his breath and knew he had to get to a bathroom. He ran to Tamaki's en suite bathroom, and when he came out, he saw Tamaki stirring awake.

As anyone else would do in this situation, he sneaked out the window before Tamaki had completely come to.

Kyoya's heart raced as he though of how much trouble he would get in for not coming home in time. He was sure to be slapped and kicked. He almost didn't want to go home, but that would lead to more beatings when he did get home.

All he could think of when he dialed his driver and was riding in the car was:

How could I let myself get so drunk to have sex with Tamaki of all people when I don't have feelings for him?

Do I have feelings for him?