The world around them never came back into focus. It was them against everything else. Everything else not even becoming a consideration.

There were too many feelings to control, too much riding on the moment at hand. It was like they couldn't get close enough. Their palms couldn't feel enough skin. Their mouths couldn't

make enough kisses to keep them satisfied. Tamaki wanted to press his lips to any surface of Kyoya's body he could. And Kyoya wanted Tamaki's lips pressed to any surface of his body that he

could. There wasn't enough time in the endless urgency to make proper give-and-take, so their movements were rapid and clumsy. This didn't bother either of them even a bit.

Kyoya's blankets were in a bundle on the floor, along with random pieces of clothing. Tamaki was missing his shirt and Kyoya had lost only one sock and the pants he was wearing in the

mess. Everything that had once been packed neatly in Kyoya's bag was now spread along the floor, open for anyone to see. But, before anything else was able to be removed, Tamaki stopped the

both of them.

"Wait. Are we sure? Is this really the way this is going to happen?"

"Yes. We're very sure. Trust me…" Kyoya's voice melted into Tamaki's hair, but Tamaki took hold of his face and stared as deeply into his eyes as he could. He had to admit, Kyoya looked

even cuter with his cheeks squished like that.

"Are. You. Sure."

Kyoya reached up and placed one of his hands over Tamaki's. "I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life. And that means a lot coming from the 'Cool type' of the host club."

Kyoya's wink sent tingles up Tamaki's spine, reaching places he thought could never be touched in that way.

"Besides," The wink was replaced with a smirk as Kyoya pinned Tamaki down on his now barren mattress, his arms above his head in Kyoya's grasp. "They say make-up sex is the best,

right?"

"How did I go that long being mad at you when this was waiting for me?"

A strange wave passed over Kyoya's face, lessening his hold on Tamaki's wrist. He was sitting over him, with his legs on either side of Tamaki's torso. But as these thoughts started flowing, he

sat back, resting himself on Tamaki's legs.

"What is it? Are you changing your mind?" Tamaki sat up on his elbows, worry crossing over him.

"No, it's not that. I'm very sure this is what I want to do. It's just that…we haven't really discussed how we aren't 'virgins' anymore." The word felt acidic on his tongue.

"Oh yeah…I guess we haven't."

Kyoya ran his hand through his now messy hair and tried to adjust his glasses before realizing they weren't on his face anymore.

"Does it really matter anymore?" Tamaki's voice was soft against the warmth of the room.

"Huh," Kyoya laughed slightly, testing the waters. Suddenly everything made sense. Both Noriko and Haruhi were completely right. How could he have missed any of it. It didn't matter

whether you were a virgin or not, because you would know when the time was right, you couldn't force it. And that's exactly what he had been trying to do this whole time. He now assumed it had

just taken longer for the message to really sink in. But now, there was no doubting how ready he was. He could feel it in every fibre of his being. And it didn't matter if he had experience or not

because this was so much different than it had been before.

Staring into the face of this beautiful boy shattered his heart and sewed it back together again all at once. He had never felt such incredibly strong emotions before, and they all hit him at once.

Kyoya took a breath and realized nothing would ever be the same again.

", I guess it really doesn't." Kyoya touched their noses together, making Tamaki smile into the approaching kiss. Their movements became less frantic and more sweet, more sincere. It wasn't

just about touching and moving anymore, they formed into two distinct people ready to explore this opportunity.

As Tamaki reached to unbutton the long strand on Kyoya's shirt, Kyoya finally noticed his bag on the floor. It didn't strike his as very interesting until three simple things caught his eye.

*Item one: The poetry book Noriko gave back to him after he insisted she kept it. She told him he needed it more than her and that she was only a phone call away. When he looked inside it a

couple days back, there were hundreds of drawings and markings beside the ones he himself had created. This made him smile more than Noriko could ever understand.

*Item two: His black book flipped to a random page, laying on its spine. A tiny crumpled flower pressed into the middle, lonely but not forgotten.

*Item three: A taped up note that had once been thrown into the garbage only for a set of mischievous twins to find. Only a few words were scratched onto the paper, barely legible between the

creases and rips interwoven in the page. "Monday — How does someone live surrounded by love when they themselves have not loved?"

In some weird way he wanted to thank the twins. He wanted to thank everyone. Without them, he wasn't sure he would be the person he was right then and there.

Tamaki kissed his forehead and everything he had been thinking about slowly disappeared past the world they had created for themselves there in each others arms.

When Tamaki awoke with his head on Kyoya's chest, it took him a few minutes to realize he wasn't still dreaming. He never had to simply dream about this again. He thought out different

ways to tell the rest of the host club but quickly came to the decision that it really didn't matter. He knew no matter what, it wouldn't make a difference to any of them in the long run. He also

decided that it didn't matter if Kyoya wasn't his 'first'. He was the most important first. His first love, his first heart, his first soul. His first real best friend. And nothing could ever change that.

When Kyoya awoke with Tamaki's blonde head on his chest, it took him a few minutes to realize he wasn't still dreaming. He never had to simply dream about this again. The thought of

telling the host club didn't even cross his mind because Kyoya was so sure they already knew. There was no way they didn't. He was sure, no matter what, it wouldn't make a difference to any of

them in the long run. He also decided that it didn't matter if Tamaki wasn't his 'first'. He was the most important first. His first soul, his first heart, his first love. His first real best friend. And

nothing could ever change that.

"Hey, Tamaki?" Kyoya's throat was slightly sore from the night before, but he almost enjoyed the pain. It was a tiny reminder of everything they had experienced.

"Yes, Kyoya?" The name fluttered along his ribcage, right where it was supposed to.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

Tamaki craned his neck so he was able to look at Kyoya, searching his face for any hints of sarcasm. "I'd love to?"

"Okay but you have to be ready. This one is really powerful. It might be my biggest secret ever." Kyoya had to hold back the laughter as he stared into Tamaki's curious eyes.

"I'm ready!"

Kyoya got as close to Tamaki's ear as possible, melting his voice into silk.

"You light up my life."

The End

~Authors Note: Weeelllll...I was very hesitant to upload this chapter because it is the end and that kind of hurts a little. I'm sorry it took so long but there was no way I was getting this one right in a short amount of time. I hope you all enjoyed this world as much as I did. And if you want to see anything else with the Ouran characters, let me know! I'd love to do more and take any suggestions out there. I was thinking possibly a spin off type of thing in Noriko's point of view if anyone is interested in something like that? Let me know! And in the mean time, thank you so much for everything. It has been a huge pleasure writing this and getting to share it with all of you! ~ Sarah xoxoxo 3