AN: So I decided to write an alternate ending for this little story for all of you that came looking for romantic-ness instead of friendship. Hope you enjoy!
"Well, thank you for the vote of confidence. I'm sure you won't need much more help." Kyoya said, smiling slightly.
"Will you stay here?" Tamaki asked, rolling over and looking at his friend.
"If you want me to." Kyoya sat back down.
"Kyoya, why have you stayed? I know how difficult I can be to deal with." Tamaki asked.
"It's my job to take care of the host club king." Kyoya explained.
"Thank you, mommy dearest." Tamaki sighed and closed his eyes.
"Your welcome, Daddy." Kyoya smiled and faced the door. He found himself letting his eyes close, but the shot open when he felt arms wrap around his neck from behind.
"What are you doing?" Kyoya asked.
"Showing you my appreciation." Tamaki whispered in his ear.
"By getting your germs all over me?" Kyoya asked, turning away from Tamaki's mouth.
"You can take a shower if you want." Tamaki mumbled, kissing Kyoya's neck.
"Tamaki. Your sick. You should be resting." Kyoya muttered back.
"I can't rest by myself." Tamaki whined.
"You're delirious." Kyoya chuckled as Tamaki kissed his jaw.
"So what if I am? You said you would take care of me. So do it." Tamaki growled.
"You owe me your first born child's life for this, Moron." Kyoya turned toward his face. Tamaki pulled Kyoya's chin towards him and kissed him tenderly. Kyoya found it odd, but he just decided to pretend it was a girl to comply with Tamaki's sudden demand. He found himself straddling the blond, trying to avoid kissing him on the mouth.
"Tamaki. I'm surprised you didn't come greet me when I arrived home." A voice sounded from the doorway. Kyoya and Tamaki stopped what they were doing and looked toward Tamaki's grandmother. Kyoya got off of his friend and straightened his shirt out.
"I was just leaving, Madam Suoh. Sorry we didn't greet you. Tamaki has fallen ill." Kyoya bowed toward her.
"Well, I assure you, I will get him taken care of. It would be best if you leave now. We wouldn't want you to become ill as well." She said, glaring at Tamaki, who sat in his bed, ashamed.
"Of course, Madam." Kyoya rushed out of the room, and once on the other side of the door, made one final note.
10) Lock the door. Always lock the door.