Chapter Twenty Three

Tamaki

I came to Kana's house with one mission: make the American love me.

It had to be simple, right? If she didn't fall for my normal charming demeanor, I would simply have to adopt the persona of someone she already liked. I, Tamaki Suoh, would embrace my inner Shadow King!

(I'm completely kidding, of course. I could never pull off Kyoya's calm attitude.)

I had just under 24 hours to finally win her over, and I had the perfect secret weapon to pull it off.

My precious, adorable Haruhi.

You see, I brought my laptop with me to pretend like I would be doing homework all night, but instead, I planned on bringing my fiancee up on a video call so she could convince Kana to like me!

Perfect, right?

It was late when I arrived at Kanami's house. In order to to raise suspicion, Kyoya sent one of his drivers to drop me off at the front so I could walk relatively unnoticed through Amelia's grounds. For a celebrity her security was less than impressive, although I had a sneaking feeling that I was somehow being watched.

Kana's house was much smaller than the mansion that occupied the majority of the estate. It reminded me of a commoner dwelling-it couldn't be much bigger than the student housing Haruhi was living in while at law school. I knocked quietly at the door, suddenly feeling anxious about spending time with Kana.

"Pack enough for one night?" Kyoya answered the door with a small smirk on his face. He nodded at my overstuffed duffel bag.

"I had to come prepared, Mommy. What if Mori-senpai decides not to show up?" I pouted.

"We are talking about the same Mori-senpai, right?" Kyoya stepped closer to me. "A word, before you come in."

"Let me guess, you're going to tell me to turn down the charm because you're afraid Kana will fall for me." I grinned.

Kyoya rolled his eyes. "I was a bit rough on her before you got here. She handled it well, but if you don't mind-"

"Giving her quite the introduction, aren't you Kyoya?" I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to get under his skin, just a little. "Couldn't resist breaking an innocent girl?"

"I won't have you talking about Kanami like that. Listen to me, if you breathe a word of this to the twins I will single-handedly ruin you." His face flushed in anger and another emotion that I'd never seen from him. Kyoya never reacted this strongly about another person.

"You love her, don't you?"

"I don't know, Tamaki." Kyoya sighed and pushed his glasses closer to his eyes. "That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Kanami appeared before I could respond. "Oh, Suoh-senpai's here." She stood just inside the door, barely visible behind Kyoya. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she wore a light pink camisole and a pair of grey pajama pants that were rolled at the waist, exposing the barest hint of her midriff. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen her.

Cute...

Kyoya seemed to immediately soften. He moved to her side, an arm coming to rest around her hip. "He seems to think that Mori-senpai will forget to show up tomorrow."

"Is that why you packed so much?" Kana regarded me with a hint of amusement.

"A true gentleman is always prepared to meet the needs of his princess." I purred, slipping back into my typical routine.

The sentiment was clearly lost on Kana. "What needs are you trying to meet?"

"Any that you might have." I teased.

"That's enough Tamaki." Kyoya let out a small chuckle. He gently tugged Kanami to the side, making room for me to come into the living area. "Go ahead and get settled, I need to say goodbye. The couch in the study has one of those pull-out beds you love. First room on the left."

My assumptions about Kana's house were confirmed. It reminded me a lot of Haruhi's student apartment. The kitchen and living room were all in one large area, with a hallway that was lined with a few doors. I made my way into the study, where Kyoya (or Kana) had already made the pull-out bed for me. Kana's books lined the shelves around me, and there was a desk that held the most complicated looking computer I had ever seen.

I could faintly hear Kyoya's voice from the main room.

"... He can be an idiot, but I trust him with everything, pet."

So that's what he called her. The sentiment sparked a memory from over two years ago…

It was the summer before our fourth year at Ouran Academy. Haruhi had already left for her summer job, the twins were travelling with their mother, and Honey and Mori were in Switzerland celebrating their graduation. That left Kyoya and I to our own devices.

I suppose I should've known something was on his mind when he asked me to join him on a trip to his family's private beach. Kyoya would normally prefer to spend the time alone with his books, but instead he nearly insisted that I accompany him. He didn't give me any details, other than to pack for as long as I thought I'd like to stay.

It didn't take long for Kyoya to make his intentions clear. Once we had arrived at the hotel suite, he nearly cornered me in my room.

"Tamaki, I have a favor to ask." His voice had been strained.

"I should've known you didn't invite me here just to have fun."

"This isn't easy for me to admit." He had sat down on the bed and motioned for me to join. "You're the only person I can trust with this. You don't have to say yes to me, nor do I really expect you to. If you say no, we can continue this little vacation as normal."

"I don't know what I'm saying 'no' to, Kyoya." I sat with him. His tone had concerned me. Something was clearly bothering him.

His face flushed. "I am a man with needs, Tamaki. And I need help figuring those needs out."

"Are you questioning your sexuality, Kyoya?" My voice squeaked with alarm.

"No, I still prefer women." Kyoya smirked. "I have desires that can't be explored on our innocent classmates."

"So you come to me." My heart fluttered. While I had only ever been with women at that point in my life, I had often found myself fantasizing about men. I had always known that my own sexuality was fluid, even at a younger age.

"Have you ever heard of S&M?"

Kyoya had taken great care to explain what he wanted from me. A submissive, just for the summer, just long enough for him to learn more about himself. Long enough for him to stop feeling guilty about his desire to exert control over those around him, even in the bedroom. He felt safe enough with me to explore.

I immediately accepted his proposal. Kyoya had always been my closest friend-why would I deny him anything?

Our first 'session' began with him tying me to a large hotel bed. I was naked, and positioned on my knees and elbows, with my hands clasped in front of me. Kyoya had bound me with leather straps around my wrists and ankles, anchoring me to the bedframe.

"You look quite lovely in this position, my little toy." Kyoya stood beside the bed, admiring his work.

"Thank you, Sir." I whimpered. While submission was never a kink I had considered, I allowed myself to fall into the role Kyoya wanted me to play.

I can still remember the first dull thuds of the paddle Kyoya had decided to use that day. Even in his inexperience at the time, each movement was calculated and well-aimed. I could only cry out through the pain, willing myself to bear it for him. It was never more than I could handle, he made sure of that.

Dominance brought out a caring side of Kyoya. It was the moments following his punishment that I found craving.

Once he was satisfied with the appearance of my ass and thighs after giving them a long, merciless paddling, he knelt down beside me and brushed his fingers along my spine. "You're such a good toy, Tamaki. I love hearing you cry."

His words brought a deep blush to my face. I closed my eyes and let my forehead fall against the mattress as he slowly kissed down my back.

"Thank you for allowing me to use you." He moved behind me, his hands snarking around my waist. I let out a small gasp as his hand wrapped around me, teasing me into my full length. "Are you up for a reward, toy?"

"Please, Sir." I moaned. This, this is what I had wanted. I craved affection from Kyoya in the worst way.

"You just want to come, don't you?" Kyoya slowly began jerking me off with one hand, while the other stroked my thighs, running over the bruises that had certainly formed there. "You endure me only to get your own release. So greedy."

"Not true, Sir." My body betrayed my words. I couldn't stop my hips from moving with his rhythm, begging him for more.

"You're allowed to be greedy, toy." He squeezed me tightly, picking up the pace until I felt a familiar tightening in my stomach. Kyoya sensed this and slowed back down. It was as if he enjoyed keeping me just at the edge, powerless to stop him.

He continued this routine for what felt like an hour, slowly building me up, then bringing me back down.

"You know what I'm waiting for, toy." Kyoya was relentless. His voice did little to hide his amusement as I struggled against the restraints.

"Sir, please. You've got to let me-"

"I don't have to do anything." I felt his hands leave my body.

My body cried in protest. "I need this Sir. Please. Please let me come."

"I don't have it in me to say no." Kyoya's grip returned. "I want you to come for me, toy."

Dammit, Tamaki. I couldn't let my thoughts get away from me, not when I was spending the night with Kana. The memories of that summer and the year following often crept into my mind. Kyoya and I both had taken on more partners than we could count since, but I did find myself longing for him on occasion.

I quietly left the study, right in time to watch as Kyoya took Kana into his arms and kissed her deeply. The way he spoke to her, the way he held her made it obvious to me.

My best friend was in love.

My new mission: make the both of them realize it.