A really long chapter this time, I'm also rather gob-smacked at how popular this story seems to be.

On Sunday this story alone had 692 hits, now that is a bloody lot, so I want to thank everyone that is reading this story.

You all rock, a cookie for each of you.

In other news I'm looking for a roleplay partner if anyone is interested - for a wide range of fandoms

But yes, enjoy the lemon.

With that, Kyouya pressed his lips together to Tamaki's softly, his eyes slipping shut.

Tamaki could hardly believe it as lips pressed to his, pressing his own back as he slipped a hand up to Kyouya's head, his fingers tangling in the soft hair. Well, he should have known really, generally when you dry humped someone in a game of Catch and kiss, you were liking them a little bit more than you should anyway.

Lifting up a leg, Tamaki slid it over Kyouya's hips, rocking against him and moaning softly. He was still aroused from his dream, and now that Kyouya was kissing him, he was more than happy to continue with the normal Kyouya, what he had been doing with candy police man Kyouya.

Kyouya shivered, parting his lips and letting his tongue brush over Tamaki's, silently begging for entrance as he shifted, pushing Tamaki onto his back, hovering above him between his legs.

This felt much better than lying in bed and sleeping, he was glad he was woken up this time. Although he wasn't quite sure how he'd be in the morning, having lost quite a bit of sleep. He was almost positive he'd be a bit sour when he awoke.

That is, if he got back to sleep.

Grinding his hips against Tamaki's, he suppressed his moans, his body trembling lightly with pleasure.

Brushing his own tongue against Kyouya's, Tamaki whimpered softly, feeling far too constricted, even though he was only wearing an over sized top from Kyouya and some shorts.

It was still hard to believe that they were such different sizes, but with Kyouya above him, embracing him, he could feel the difference, Kyouya's shoulders were wide, he was lean but well built, clearly he had been running around a lot more than he did before, and Tamaki, for the first time, felt more like a girl compared to the other Lord.

Kyouya loved listening to the moans and whimpers that Tamaki made. And he was craving more. He was starting to get really turned on himself, grinding like this against Tamaki in the bed late at night.

It felt so wrong, and that's what made it so much more exciting.

Their 'children' in the next rooms and around them which meant they could be discovered. It felt so good with that extra thrill.

Snaking his hands up Tamaki's shirt, which was his own, he teased him with ghosting touches before tweaking his nipples gently as he explored the man that he knew he would make familiar territory. He wanted to know everything that made Tamaki moan, every pressure point, every part of his body, every pressure to use that made him moan louder and drove him closer to the edge of bliss.

He wanted to know that, and only him.

Gasping softly, Tamaki pulled his face back from Kyouya's, glaring softly at him, wiggling under his touches. "Your fingers are cold" He whined softly, his hands slipping to Kyouya's shoulders, goosebumps rising over his skin.

"Warm them up before you're gonna touch me there" moving his own hands to grab onto Kyouya's, Tamaki pushed them out of his shirt and between his legs, only because it was warmer there, not because he was a pervert or anything.

"'S better" He murmured, his own hands pressing against the front of Kyouya's pants.

Kyouya chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Such a whiner," he murmured teasingly, but allowed Tamaki to put his hands wherever he pleased. He wasn't actually objecting where his hands were put either, although it gave him bad ideas.

Suppressing a gasp when Tamaki's hands were against his pants, Kyouya leant forward, kissing Tamaki's cheek. "Warming your hands or something?" he muttered, gently rubbing his hands across the front of Tamaki's, pretending to warm up his hands.

That, and also a little bit of revenge. He could be sadistic when he wanted to be.

Moaning softly, Tamaki slowly looked up to Kyouya before giggling. "I don't want to touch your bare skin if you're gonna pull away from me because my hands are cold, that's no fun~!" rubbing the front of his pants, Tamaki shuddered himself, spreading his legs wider as he felt his face flush.

Kyouya smirked, nodding. "You have a point," he admitted feeling his breathing starting to hitch in his throat.

"Feels good... how about you?" He was feeling rather awkward, this was his first time ever trying to do something like this, he really wanted to please Kyouya though, which is why he wanted Kyouya's hands away from his really sensitive parts to parts that need to be touched so that he could perhaps focus more on returning the pleasure.

Tamaki's soft and shy hands were touching him. As if his body wasn't already sensitive from lack of contact his whole life... He nodded, shivering. "Yeah..." he murmured, biting his lip. He refused to make any sound.

What if someone heard?

Oh shit...

What if someone heard?

The door was locked, but, if they heard then it didn't matter. They could still put two and two together, and he preferred the whole host club not know about their intimacy... But how could he stop this? He really wanted it- no, he needed it!

It was all that dream's fault he felt so conflicted, maybe he should have left Tamaki sleeping...

Hearing a door opening and shutting in the room beside them, Kyouya froze, lifting his head up on instinct to look at the door.

Someone was awake?

Damn it!

Why couldn't they all vanish for a few hours?

Tamaki stilled at hearing a door open, before grinning widely, squeezing Kyouya through his trousers, leaning up and licking up Kyouya's neck, whispering huskily in his ear,

"Are you going to moan for me, Daddy? Don't be afraid of the children, this is what we do to make more after all... I want your babies~" Tamaki would have broken out into song were it not for the fact he had a very hard and aroused Kyouya in the palm of his hand.

Maybe he should name it? He would be getting very friendly with it, and giving it a name might help?

Kyouya gasped lightly, biting down on his bottom lip, trying to contain his breathing, small shudders of pleasure passing through his body as he bucked lightly in Tamaki's hand. He would have normally made some quick remark about how men couldn't technically have babies, and Tamaki's words were pointless and confusing, but he was doing all he could to focus on not making a sound, especially when he could hear footsteps wandering around.

One of the twins were awake?

Oh for christ's sake!

Resting his forehead against Tamaki's elegant shoulder he tried to steady himself, rubbing Tamaki slightly harder so it wasn't flitting and soft touches. "D-Don't tempt me Tamaki," he growled softly, leaning up and gently biting Tamaki's neck.

At the bite, Tamaki bucked, letting out a desperate moan, his eyes fluttering closed. "Kyou, you don't know how much I want you to do anything you want to me" Biting his lip, Tamaki slipped his hand in-between the only fabric separating them, grasping onto the hot flesh that he wanted so much

"Just make me yours" he gasped out, arching and bucking up, flicking his wrist, to give Kyouya as much pleasure as he could without them doing something couples would do. He wanted Kyouya to ask him out properly before they went further, despite his desperate words.

The moans were getting to his head, if Kyouya wasn't careful, he knew he'd find himself stripping Tamaki and pounding into him and making him scream and moan his name in pleasure.

Nnn, that wasn't such a bad idea when he thought about it. And when warmth closed around him and Tamaki's hand gripped him, he couldn't hold back the needy groan, bucking into Tamaki's hand, teeth sinking into the pale white flesh beneath them, sucking softly, teasing him.

Make Tamaki his? He couldn't have asked for a better thing to wish for.

Lifting his head up, lust clouded his eyes, cheeks tinted a light pink. "You're mine... I want you-" Moaning ever so softly, Kyouya rubbed down on Tamaki's member harder as the blonde's hand moved.

"Be mine Tamaki... I've wanted you for so long... Don't let anyone else kiss you, or touch you here..." To emphasise he gave Tamaki a squeeze through his pants before his hands trailed up, teasing the flesh just above his pants, "You belong to me..."

Tamaki had nearly lost it at the squeeze and the words Kyouya was saying, but as Kyouya's touch turned teasing again, Tamaki had to let out a desperate whimper. He was so close, just a little bit more and he would have been in heaven, screaming with Kyouya, but no, he just had to push him.

Pulling back his hand completely, Tamaki wrapped his arms around the raven haired male, his legs gripping his waist as he bucked up, whispering huskily in Kyouya's ear.

"I swear to the heavens above, if you don't make me cum, I will leave this room and finish myself off, I'm not afraid to do it, but I'd rather come by your hand, hearing your sexy panting voice in my ear, feeling your hot meat in-between my legs, rubbing against me"

Sighing dreamily, Tamaki nibbled Kyouya's ear.

"Do it Kyouya, please, I need you"

Shivering in delight at the voice, Kyouya smirked at the blonde beneath him. He seemed desperate, and that suited him just fine. Of course, that didn't mean he was at all pleased with the fact that Tamaki had pulled back his hand and hot touch from within his pants.

Well, the words Tamaki was whispering were just as hot and lustful as he had hoped they would be; this was all he needed to hear.

Shivering once more, Kyouya dipped his hand into Tamaki's pants, gripping the hard flesh in his hands and began to pump it hard and fast. "You need me, do you Tamaki?" he purred, grinding his own painfully hard member against Tamaki's ass,

"How bad do you want me? Tell me what you want me to do to you Tamaki, beg me if you want it. I want to hear you moaning and screaming my name." How he had developed such a filthy and whorish mouth- Kyouya had no clue.

Gripping onto Kyouya tightly, his nails digging into the soft flesh of Kyouya's back, Tamaki shuddered, his pants becoming louder and more frequent "So close" He whined, rocking back against the hand and other parts of Kyouya that he eventually wanted to feel.

"K-Kyou, d-don't stop, I-I... nnhh" Squeezing his eyes shut, Tamaki bit his lip, it was too soon, was Kyouya even as close as he was?

Ah but the dream and then Kyouya's hand down his pants, he couldn't hold on forever.

"Kyou!" Tamaki arched into Kyouya, pressing his face into Kyouya's neck as he whimpered and shuddered, tightening his whole body around the male as he convulsed, letting himself go in Kyouya's hand.

Smirking devilishly as Tamaki came, Kyouya allowed the blonde to keep him close, knowing that his shirt and pants were dirtied, but he couldn't care less.

Slowly retracted his hand from Tamaki's pants, he wiped his hand roughly on the sheets, doing his best to resist temptation and lick it up and taste the blonde.

Gently, Kyouya rubbed Tamaki's hips, kissing his neck tenderly, no words needed to be said. He was glad Tamaki could find completion and experience that pleasure.

Only problem... He was left still painfully hard and aroused.

Shit.

Slowly, Tamaki let go of Kyouya, leaning back against the bed and looking up to him with lidded eyes and a heavily blushing face. He could still feel Kyouya hard against him, and it was kind of embarrassing to think that he had met his completion before the other male.

Grasping the sides of Kyouya's face in his hands, Tamaki leant forwards, pressing soft kisses to the others face, passing over his lips occasionally. "I'm sorry, Kyouya, What do you want me to do?" He muttered softly, one of his hands slipping to Kyouya's neck. He couldn't leave Kyouya like that.

Blinking, Kyouya looked down at Tamaki.

Ah.

The blonde was offering to help him with his arousal?

Well, that would help him quite a bit actually. He knew he couldn't just roll over and go to sleep; that would leave him very sexually frustrated... But he could hear the footsteps returning to the room- definitely one of the twins. He couldn't risk them hearing anything, but Tamaki's cry of his name was undoubtedly heard...

No, stuff it, he needed release, and now. "Touch me Tamaki," he purred against Tamaki's ear, leaning forward to kiss the light mark he'd left on the blonde's neck, "make me feel as good as you." How in the hell this filth kept flowing from his mouth, he didn't know, but it would certainly be awkward in the morning...

Moving his hand across Kyouya's chest and down to his trousers, Tamaki slipped his hand inside of the fabric, instantly coming into contact with Kyouya's member. Nervously, now that all of his passion was over, Tamaki gripped it, much like he would grip his own, when in doubt just stick to the things that you know.

Plus, this was finally his chance to make Kyouya love him, even if it was only because Tamaki could give good hand jobs. Using the palm of his hand, Tamaki rubbed Kyouya, starting off slowly. "Kyou..." He muttered, despite the fact he was spent, he had rather liked Kyouya's dirty mouth, it wasn't something he would ever hear from Kyouya in normal life, so it was.. interesting to say the least.

Suppressing a soft groan as Tamaki's hand gripped his painfully hard member, he shivered. The slow pace was teasing and torturous, especially because he knew he would be close soon.

Tamaki's moans and hearing his name cried out like that had turned him on so much.

Letting out a soft breathy sound pass his lips, Kyouya shut his dark eyes, resting his forehead on Tamaki's elegant shoulder, whispering Tamaki's name softly against his skin as he bucked against the hand, a silent signal for more. His glasses were slightly uncomfortable on his nose, but he didn't care at the moment, too focused on the warm hand in his pants.

Biting his lip softly, Tamaki moved his hand faster, tilting his head to one side as he sighed softly, pressing his lips to Kyouya's neck, his other hand running up and down Kyouya's back, stroking it softly.

Tamaki was now flicking his wrist, luckily for him, and probably not so much for Kyouya, his hand was well lubricated from the others pre-cum, they each moved easily against each other.

Gripping tighter, Tamaki shuddered. "Kyou... are you close?"

Trembling lightly from restraint, Kyouya nodded against Tamaki's shoulder. "Nn... So close... A-Ah Tamaki," he breathed out in a soft moan, his hands tangled in the sheets, gripping them tightly to keep him steady.

Bucking his hips into Tamaki's hand a bit he snapped, moaning lowly as he came, whispering Tamaki's name in a voice of pleasure, shuddering, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop any louder sounds. He was left panting, eyes closed with light traces of sweat across his brow, his arms trembling with strain to keep him up, feeling rather boneless.

Slowly, Tamaki pulled his hand out of Kyouya's trousers, lifting it up to his face to look at the sticky fluid that had escaped.

When the hand left, Kyouya gave a soft sigh; he wasn't sure whether it was from relief or remorse. He wanted that hand back there, but, he was not only exhausted from being woken prematurely- it was past midnight now for sure- but after this... He wanted sleep.

Pressing his fingers together, a look of curiosity passed over the blondes face, and unlike Kyouya, Tamaki couldn't suppress it, bringing a finger to his mouth, he slowly licked it, unsure of the taste before licking again, his eyes flickering to Kyouya's face, his own eyes wide as he stared with horror.

Please say that Kyouya wasn't staring at him licking cum off of his fingers?

Managing to lift himself up slightly, he kissed Tamaki's neck softly as he raised himself that bit more, only to find himself staring face to face with- oh god, he could sense a nose bleed, or the words 'rape' echoing in his head. His own eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses and the faintest of blushes of tinting his cheeks, hidden by the darkness against his pale face. He wasn't quite sure what to say, actually.

Leaning down, he kissed Tamaki's jaw gently, lips now at the blonde's ear. "Do you want to get yourself raped?" he asked, only half in jest.

Pushing Kyouya off of him, Tamaki squealed.

How dare Kyouya... He just!

Guuuh, Tamaki was completely embarrassed and confused.

"Pervert!" He yelled before grabbing the blanket and pulling it over his head, rolling over and curling up, his hands covering his ears, he was so not listening to Kyouya, even though really he was the pervert, he had just licked cum off of his fingers! And he had liked it!

Damn Kyouya and his tasty cum.

Falling backwards, Kyouya barely caught himself on his jelly like limbs, raising an eyebrow as he pushed his glasses up his nose, fixing them and sighing with a smirk.

Pervert?

Him?

No, Tamaki was the pervert.

He was the one having such dreams and then starting this all, he himself did nothing but continue it.

Oh well.

Moving back to where he had once been sleeping, he removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside drawer before smirking, gently running a hand across Tamaki's shoulder through the blanket before rolling over.

"Good night then. No more erotic dreams of me," Kyouya teased, closing his eyes.

Soon enough he'd quite easily fallen asleep.