Disclaimer: Creative property of Hatori Bisco. Not mine.

Hello, I have not updated this story in forever. I'm sorry, inspiration for this sorta died while I was working on my Bleach fics. But a temporary burst of inspiration has enabled me to crank out another chapter for this. The plot bunnies were screaming in my head and I was itching to write it during class today. So here it is, the long awaited Tamaki x Kyouya cliché smut (a long way from completion though).

The Not So Glamorous Life of a Host - Chapter 2

Kyouya rode the rest of the way to the office in silence. As soon as Takada was turning onto the freeway, they ran into bumper-to-bumper traffic.

"Kyouya-sama, my humblest apologies," the driver called to him. "It appears we may be stuck in traffic for the next hour or so. There has been an accident up ahead and the police appear to have the roads blocked. No one can get on or off."

"All right. Get off the freeway as soon as you can and take the back roads."

"Yes, Kyouya-sama."

Normally, Kyouya would be ticked about this inconvenience, but today, he was more concerned about the brunette at the hotel lounge, so he welcomed the quiet time, choosing to allow his thoughts the rare opportunity to drift.

"If I didn't know better, I would have thought that the pianist—Toyoshima Yuki was Tamaki. The mannerisms…were so like Tamaki, yet there was something different. And the guy that I met was so thin, but the right height….No, no, that's silly. That guy must have been 20 or so pounds lighter than Tamaki. Tamaki…I haven't seen him in four years. I never did get any response to the letters that I sent. I could have sworn that the song before 'Fantasie Impromptu' was one he played on the piano in the music room we used for our club activities when he thought that no one was listening. What was with that non-sequitur?! Anyway, I guess it could be my imagination. Wait, who am I kidding?! That pianist made me cry. I haven't cried since the first time that Tamaki came that fateful day to see if we had the kotatsu.

Even when my oldest brother died last winter—I never shed a tear. People kept on asking me why I was so cold like my father, but the truth is, and was until today, was that I couldn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't, my body wouldn't let me. Why is it that today, after hearing a few bars of a song I don't even know the name of, played by a person I don't even know, in a hotel that I have never entered until today, that my eyes water and I am finally able to shed a tear?"

Meanwhile, while Kyouya was trying to piece together his jumbled thoughts and emotions, the car Yuki was in turned into the seedy red light district, Kabukichou. While during the day, the area surrounding Shinjuku station was full of shoppers and pedestrians young and old popping in and out of the pricy stores, arcades, and many restaurants, at night, the streets became filled with prostitutes, escorts, and hosts soliciting their services and clubs to the passersby that rushed in and out of the busy train station.

Today was only Tuesday, hardly busy and bustling like Friday and Saturday nights, but it was still filled with hosts on the sides of the road in their trademark expensive suits and styled bleached hair.

"Early today, aren't you," said Nobu, breaking the silence.

"Finished earlier than expected," replied Yuki, leaning against the window that reflected the neon lights and flashing billboards of the busy district.

"Got a light, Yuki? I forgot mine," Nobu said as he turned into the parking lot next to a street filled with clubs and bars. Yuki reached into his pocket and handed his lighter to the Fendi sunglass wearing driver. "Thanks," he said, pulling the cigarette he was wearing like a pencil on his ear, and lighting it before tossing the lighter back to his silent coworker.

Nobu threw the car into reverse and he backed into one of the numbered stalls, puffing on the cigarette as he killed the engine.

"Hey, Yuki," he said mid-puff, stepping out of the car.

"Mm?" Yuki replied distractedly, leaning against the car door, smoking a cigarette after having exited the car.

"I thought you were off tonight."

"I was."

"What happened?"

"The newbies quit."

"Hiro made a pass at them, didn't he?"

"Probably."

"Are you jealous, Yuki?"

"Should I be?"

"I don't know. I thought Hiro was yours."

"We just live together."

"Thought Hiro and you were, you know, together."

"What and whom Hiro does is none of my business. It's his club, his life. He's free to hire and hit on whomever he wants."

"Did he give you the old, 'Garbage and Toilets' speech again?"

"Yeah. Not like it matters anyway though."

"Yuki, why do you stay with Hiro?"

"He pays the rent," Yuki said flatly, extinguishing his cigarette under his pointy toed shoes and walking towards the gaudily lit clubs.

"You going in like that?" Nobu asked, lighting up another cigarette.

"Why?" he asked, pulling off his dark wig and the pins, stuffing the hairpiece into his bag. He ran his fingers through his hair, tousling his locks slightly.

"What about your suit?"

"Got it in my bag."

"Well go change then already."

"Why can't I change in there?"

"The party's already in full swing. You can't go in looking like that. Hiro will have a fit."

"Oh, fine," Yuki mumbled, stepping into the car to change.

"Yuki, you know if you need a place to stay..." started Nobu.

"It's okay," Yuki said, stepping out of the car in his tight white suit with the sky blue silk shirt unbuttoned nearly all the way. "Thanks, Nobu. I'm fine really."

"You sure?" Nobu said, locking the car as they headed towards the club.

"Yeah, besides, I know your girlfriend's not so welcoming when it comes to people from work. It's okay. Besides, Hiro and I have an 'arrangement' right now. It's fine. Don't worry."

"An 'arrangement?'"

"It's a long story. Okay, who's the birthday girl today?" Yuki said, changing the subject, as they neared the club's entrance.

"Ayumi-chan."

"Alright. How do I look, Nobu?" Yuki said, brushing imaginary lint off his sleeve, and running his bony fingers through his blonde locks once more.

"Did I ever tell you that if I weren't straight—"

"I know; you'd do me in a second. Thanks, Nobu."

"Alright, here we go," said Nobu opening the door for the blonde wonder.

"Ayumi-chaaaaaaaaaaaan!" shouted Yuki, bursting through the door, waltzing in to greet the birthday girl and her guests.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa! It's Yuki!" screamed her fan club.

"Princess Ayumi, terribly sorry to keep you and your guests waiting," Yuki said, bowing grandiosely to kiss the glamorously dressed young lady in front of him. "I sincerely wish you the best on this momentous occasion—"

"Ayumi-sama," interrupted Hiro. "Yes, we—"

"Is there anything I can get you, Princess?" interrupted Yuki.

"10 bottles of your best champagne," she said without so much as a bat of an eyelash.

"Coming right up, Princess," Yuki bowed. "Excuse me."

Yuki left Hiro to entertain the birthday girl and went to fetch the champagne from the back. He soon returned with a fancy cart icing the bottles in fancy buckets and plenty of glasses for the guests. He sat the cart in the middle of the club which had been rented out for most of the night by the wealthy girl and began pouring the champagne. Several of the other hosts took the filled glasses to her and her guests.

When all of Ayumi's guests had glasses of champagne in their hand, Hiro stepped forward and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"Tonight we celebrate the 25th birthday of our lovely regular, Miki Ayumi," he said to the gorgeously dressed women that surrounded the slightly blushing young woman. "Ayumi-sama has been coming to our host club for over three years now and we would humbly like to thank her for her patronage. We are honored to be hosting your 25th birthday and we wish you the best. Ladies, Ayumi-sama. We are at your service tonight. Thank you."

Hiro bowed and stepped back. One of Ayumi's closest friends stepped forward shyly.

"Please join me in singing 'Happy Birthday.'"

"Happy birthday to you…" sang everyone in the club. At the end of the song, everyone clapped and a huge cake with many candles was brought out. After blowing out her candles, the birthday girl smiled and stood up to say a few words.

"Thank you everyone. Please, everyone enjoy yourselves. Hosts, please have a few drinks with us. I insist."

Ayumi held out two glasses to Hiro and Yuki, who accepted them graciously.

"Thank you, Ayumi-sama," they said in conjunction.

"You are too kind," bowed Yuki.

The party commenced with the hosts tending to the guests, bringing out massive amounts of food and alcohol. The guests, blushing from the alcohol, settled into the booths and Hiro escorted Ayumi to one of the private VIP booths. He beckoned Yuki to bring some champagne and strawberries for her, which he did.

Yuki was pouring the champagne for Hiro and Ayumi when Nobu bowed deeply and whispered something into Hiro's ear.

"I see…" Hiro said quietly. "Ayumi-sama, you must excuse me for a moment. I have some urgent business I must see to. In the meantime, Yuki—"

"Say no more. Princess Ayumi, how are you finding this evening?" Yuki asked, sliding next to her offering a glass of champagne.

"Wonderful, Yuki."

"How is your mother doing?"

"Oh, she's doing better thank you," she said sweetly, grateful for the concern. "The treatment for her lupus is going better."

"That's nice to hear. How is your father? Surely the stress of running three international banking firms must be quite taxing on his health?"

"Oh, he's the same as usual," she sighed, downing some of her champagne, pushing the other glass towards him. "Working like a horse. He's in America now. I just wish he'd come and visit my mother and me instead of working so much. But it's thanks to him that we can live so well, I suppose."

"Did you spend a lot of time with him as a child?" Yuki asked, refilling the glass.

"Yes, I was such a daddy's girl. I do miss those days. With my mother in the hospital and my father away, I'm just so lonely," Ayumi said rather sadly as she took another sip of her champagne.

"Let's not think of such sad things on your birthday," he said drinking along with her. "Here let me get that for you," he said, pulling out a lighter to light her cigarette.

Hiro did not return for another hour or so and Yuki, being the chivalrous host that he is, cheered her up as best as he could, tending to her every need until he returned.

"Yuki, did I tell you, Daddy is marrying me off to some son of a rival company—"

"Terribly sorry to keep you waiting," said Hiro. "Yuki, why don't you go check on the other guests."

"Oh, Hiro. You're back. Are the guests all right?" she said slightly swaying.

"Yes, Ayumi-sama. Is there anything I could get for you? Would you like to join your friends out in the—"

"Yuki, see that everyone has enough food and alcohol. I want everyone to have a lot of fun."

"Of course, as you wish," Yuki smiled, standing up. "It was a pleasure. If you'll excuse me." Yuki swayed a bit too, having finished nearly a whole bottle of champagne himself to keep up with her at her insistence. The last thing he had was that sandwich he had for snack, so the alcohol was essentially working its magic on his poor empty stomach. Feeling more than buzzed, he sauntered back into the main hall where the other guests were being entertained by the other hosts.

Yuki was suddenly pulled into a booth by several of Ayumi's drunk guests.

"Yuki," whispered one, her beet red skin a sharp contrast to the 30,000 yen frilly white dress she was wearing. "Where are you going? Ayu-chan said we could have some fun with you—"

"No way, I saw him first Rika-chan!" interrupted another, pulling him towards her seat, her neck and arms covered in patches of scarlet. "Come, Yuki, have some strawberries and whipped cream with me—"

"He's having some red wine with me," called another, handing Yuki a beer mug she had filled with wine.

"Oh that's real classy, Tomo," snapped the former. "Red wine in a beer mug—"

"Ladies, please," Yuki smiled, sitting in the middle. "I will have some wine and some fruit. How's that, my lovely princesses?"

"Kya--------" they screamed in unison over the already loud music and conversation that filled the entire club. "YUUUUUKIIII!!!"

The night on into the wee hours of the morning. The girls were drunk and nearly passed out by the time the party came to a close. After the bill had been settled, the girls' drivers were called and seen that they were sent home. The club was littered with empty bottles and uneaten food with the smell of cigarettes and stale alcohol thick in the air.

When the last girl had been sent home, Nobu opened the windows and doors to let some fresh air in while the other hosts began cleaning up. Hiro closed the register and went behind the bar. He pulled out a bottle of beer and drank it lazily as he leaned against the counter, supervising the final pre-closing activities.

Yuki was in the tiny back bathroom next to the lockers hunched over the toilet with his finger down his throat and his eyes burning from having the contacts in so long. He knew no one would bother him because everyone used the bathrooms in the front that were a lot cleaner and nicer than the cramped quarters clearly made for the employees to change in he was currently in.

"Looks like I overdid it again," he thought miserably, as the stomach lurched and spewed acid that burned his esophagus. "Lucky I only drank and didn't eat a whole lot, so today it won't hurt that much…"

Half an hour later, Yuki walked out holding his bag to see that most of the hosts had already gone home.

"Yuki, where were you?" called Nobu, sweeping up the last of the trash into a dustpan.

"Sorry," Yuki apologized. "I drank too much red wine. God, I thought I was going to die."

"Geez, you always overdo it, Yuki," grumbled Nobu, dumping the food remnants into the trashcan. "Why don't you just pretend to drink it?"

"How am I supposed to do that when the birthday girl asks me to chug a bottle of red wine for her? You know we have to honor the requests of the clientele at all times. We are in a service industry selling illusions that strives to provide a high value added service!"

"Yuki, you scare me sometimes, man. Sometimes I think you should have been at Keio or Tokyo University studying law or economics or something…" trailed off Nobu. "Well, I gotta get home or Kana-chan will castrate me. 'Night."

"'Night," waved Yuki as he watched Nobu hail a cab before the door closed. Sighing, Yuki reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

A flick and he found he was not alone. Hiro held out his lighter, igniting the blonde's cigarette.

"Yuki," he said, slipping his hand into the blonde's open shirt and caressing the smooth flesh lightly, trailing his fingers suggestively south.

"What, Hiro?" spat the blonde, exhaling the nicotine filled gray vapor in one quick sigh. "Didn't you have enough of Ayumi-chan?"

"She's so boring," complained the snazzy club owner, trying to get his number one host to acknowledge his presence. "Besides, she pays me to please her and she's not half as good as you are."

Yuki, took another drag, looking out of the window watching the sunlight pour into the empty posh club and scatter off of the reflective surfaces of the crystal tables and chandelier. Extinguishing his cigarette with one fluid motion in one of the crystal ashtrays, he turned to Hiro, staring for several moments before pushing him onto the leather couch and unzipping the fitted slacks of the tanned club owner.

Minutes later, Yuki stood up, wiped the corner of his mouth with one finger, and lit up another cigarette.

"See you later," he said unzipping his bag and pulling out the brunette wig. Slipping it on his head, he walked towards the exit.

"What happened to my service with a smile?" grumbled Hiro, zipping up his pants and following Yuki to the door. Yuki ignored him and walked out into the streets of Kabukichou, hailing himself a green cab.

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Kyouya arrived at his office in a rather bad mood. Thoughts of Tamaki had consumed all night, leaving him with only two hours of sleep. He had given up on sleep at 6:30 in the morning and simply gone to his favorite coffee shop to work on his laptop until the later part of the morning.

"Good morning, Kyouya-sama," greeted the elevator ladies as they held the door open. Kyouya walked up to his secretary.

"Cancel all my appointments. I've got to review the financials and I expect it to take all afternoon. Reschedule them all for next week."

"Right away, Kyouya-sama," bowed the secretary.

"Wait—" stopped Kyouya mid-stride. "Did someone even bring them here?"

"I did not see anything this morning—"

"Hold on before you call those people—"

Kyouya stomped into his office, throwing the door open. The shuffling and rearranging of papers could be heard for several moments. Then—

"I thought I made it clear that the financials were to be on my desk!" shouted Kyouya. "What do you mean you haven't finished them?! It's almost 11:00, how am I supposed to review it ahead of time and prepare for our meeting if you haven't even put them on my desk?!...I called you last night and you told me that everything was 'going well' and that the financials were on schedule to be on my desk at the crack of dawn….what? You had a gap in your intelligence?...And that you were missing records?...Uh-huh…and technological difficulties with accessing data…uh-huh….you want an extension? Two days to fix?...You tell the rest of the board that I am not paying you exorbitant salaries so that you can be inefficient—what?...I don't care whose job it was to talk to accounting, you better find out those discrepancies and I better have full reports in addition to the financial statements on my desk Friday morning!"

Kyouya slammed the phone down angrily and walked to close his office door.

"Nevermind!" he called to his secretary, who was cringing and thanking her lucky stars that she was only a mere secretary. "Leave the appointments for today!"

Kyouya slammed the door to his office and sat back into his chair. He may have been born with a naturally low blood pressure, but right now he was feeling like his blood pressure was soaring to levels such that he would have a stroke or something soon. Then his cell phone started ringing.

"What?!" he demanded.

"I have thoroughly investigated Toyoshima Yuki and Suou Tamaki," said the voice on the other end.

"Information about Toyoshima Yuki and Suou Tamaki? Go ahead, I'm listening. Start with what you know about Suou Tamaki."

"Suou Tamaki, since his graduation from Ouran High School, it appears that he is no longer in contact with the Suou family. His father has gone missing, resulting in his grandmother being in charge of the estate and all affairs regarding the school and the family. According the embassies we have checked, no one under the name Suou Tamaki has left the country, however, there appears to be nothing registered under that name with the exception of a bank account. No cell phone, credit card, apartments, nothing."

"What's the activity like on the bank account?"

"While we were unable to obtain specific dates or other personal information, the activity appears to be sporadic at best."

"Okay, what else?"

"While information concerning was difficult to come upon, we did find something very interesting. During our investigation we discovered that someone had requested that Suou Tamaki be blacklisted from many industries. Apparently someone extremely powerful put in that request and the strength of that request is such that it would be impossible for Suou Tamaki to get a job in any respectable occupation."

"Okay, anything else about Suou Tamaki?"

"Unfortunately, we exhausted all possible avenues and that was all we were able to come up with."

"Fine, what about Toyoshima Yuki?"

"There is nothing registered under the name Toyoshima Yuki that relates remotely to Suou Tamaki. All we were able to find out is that Toyoshima Yuki is the name of a famous pianist—"

"Okay, I already know that—"

"And that there is a host or maybe an escort working in Kabukichou working under that name. He appears to be working at a high class club called Club Hiro, owned by a host who goes only by the name Hiro. This Toyoshima Yuki appears to be the most popular host at this club, after the owner."

"Do you have an address?"

"Unfortunately, we were unable to find out where Toyoshima Yuki is living, however, the club itself is a highly exclusive club catering to the extremely rich ojou-sama type—mostly the 20-something daughters of highly successful and powerful businessmen, politicians, and bureaucrats. Entrance to the club appears to by invitation only."

"I see. Anything else?"

"That is all."

"Good work."

"Excuse me."

Kyouya hung up his phone and leaned back into his chair, running his fingers through his hair as he thought about his next course of action.

"This certainly complicates things doesn't it?" he thought to himself.

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Over the next few days, Yuki found that Ohtori Kyouya appeared at least once a day to hear him play. The heir to the Ohtori group always came alone in the late afternoon, bought a drink and sat at the farthest table, staying for an hour then disappearing. Days turned into weeks. Ohtori Kyouya began bringing important clients for meetings at the lounge, sometimes coming earlier or staying after the meeting to watch Toyoshima Yuki play the piano, trying to decide whether or not this skillful pianist was actually Suou Tamaki or not.

Kyouya had decided that the safest measure is to observe and gather data before making a move, much like how he had done when he was in high school, the calculating former Shadow King lived up to his name literally, never approaching Yuki, much to his surprise, but rather just sat there like a king in the shadows. Kyouya also sat in his car in front of Club Hiro, always to afraid to go in. He saw the brunette go in but was never around to see him go home. Kyouya's car went largely unnoticed, mostly because it blended in with the cars of the clients of the club.

One day, Kyouya was standing outside of the hotel clearly talking to one of the members of his company. Yuki had just finished his shift at the lounge and was walking towards the double doors. Preferring to avoid confrontation with his dark haired former classmate, he started to walk towards another exit, but noticed something wrong when the man that Kyouya was talking started to become visibly enraged and pulled a gun on Kyouya.

Yuki pulled out his cell phone and dialed the hotel security. "Hello, there is an armed man with a gun at the front entrance—"

Yuki noticed that Kyouya was backed against his car and the man was approaching Kyouya, waving the gun.

"KYOUYA!" he shouted, running out without thinking. He charged at the man, thrusting his elbow into the man's neck, causing the stunned attacker to drop the gun and fall down. "Kyouya, are you alright?"

Yuki picked up the gun and faced it to the man, who immediately held his hands in the air. "Don't move."

Hotel security came several moments later to take the man and his gun into custody, fussing over the Ohtori heir, at which moment Yuki started to walk away from the scene.

"TAMAKI!" shouted Kyouya, breaking free, running after the brunette. "SUOU TAMAKI!"

Yuki broke into a jog and began fleeing as fast as he could.

"TAMAKI! I know it's you!" shouted Kyouya, trying to catch up, the crisp, almost icy air nipping at his face. "WAIT! TAMAKI, STOP! SUOU TAMAKI"

The brunette finally stopped in the middle of the road. "I'm sorry, you seem to be mistaken, sir," he said quietly, refusing to turn around.

"Cut the crap, Tamaki!" Kyouya yelled, running up from behind. "Quit pretending you don't know who I am!"

"Ohtori-san—"

"Never mind the 'Ohtori-san!' Why are you doing this?!" shouted Kyouya, losing his cool, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to face him.

"That is none of your business," he said shrugging backward, trying to free his bony shoulder from Kyouya's grip. "Now if you'll excuse—"

"NONE OF MY BUSINESS?! You haven't returned my letters for over four years. Your family does not seem to know or care where you have gone. You're so thin; you look like you'll break if I even touch you. I have been wondering what the hell happened to you!"

"Life," he said quietly.

"Tamaki—"

"Look, 'Tamaki' died four years ago," he cried angrily, shuddering. "My name is Yuki. I play the piano at the lounge at the Tokyo Grand Prince Hotel. Won't you please leave me alone and let me live out the rest of my life in peace—"

"Tamaki, who do you think you're kidding! Weren't you the one who told me that I am the only one who can change—"

"Please," the thinner man begged, almost on the verge of tears. "Can't you understand?! Tamaki is DEAD! He no longer exists. Why can't you just accept it like everyone else?!"

"You idiot! Do you honestly think that I could let the person who changed my life simply disappear off the face of the earth?!" shouted Kyouya, as it began to drizzle slightly in the lonely street where they stood. "No one knew what happened to you! I have been looking for you, some trace, any trace of you since graduation. At first I thought you were just busy or had moved, but every time I tried to contact you, someone always told me you would get back to me when you were available. NO ONE EVER CALLED ME BACK!"

"Kyouya…"

"Now that I think about it, I realize that one of the maids at your house was probably instructed to tell me that you returned to France so that I would stop calling. I was worried about you. I looked for you for the past four years and had almost given up hope that I would ever see you again. You," Kyouya said, reaching forward to cup Tamaki's face to draw it closer to his own just as the rain started coming down. "Tamaki, you changed my life—"

"Kyouya…" Tamaki whispered, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Don't say another word," Kyouya whispered back, brushing his lips gently against Tamaki's. Tamaki, tears running down his sharp cheekbones, running together with the cold rain, pressed his lips into Kyouya's. They would have continued in the middle of the street, had it not been for a clap of thunder that startled them.

"Come," said Kyouya, tugging Tamaki's hand. "Let's get out of this rain before we both end up with pneumonia."

Tamaki nodded and ran after his ebony haired friend. Moments later, they arrived at a fancy looking apartment complex, soaked to the bone. They took shelter under the eave of the building. Kyouya pulled out a flat piece of metal on a key chain from his pocket and placed it in front of one of the sensors in front of the door.

The doors opened with a whoosh, leading to a room with several elevators. Kyouya gestured for Tamaki to follow him into an empty elevator that had just arrived on the first floor. They rode the elevator in silence aside up to the eighth floor, where Kyouya opened the door to the first apartment in front of the elevator.

"After you," he said, allowing Tamaki to enter the well-furnished spacious apartment.

"Kyouya, is this one of your company's suites?" Tamaki asked wide-eyed, looking around at the living room, which was quite simple with a few pieces of leather furniture and a glass coffee table.

"This? No," said Kyouya, closing the door behind him. "Please make yourself at home. This is an apartment that I recently purchased. I bought it with plans to lease it out next year. But, I ended up having to do business in this area, so I live here periodically."

"Where ever did you get the money to buy an apartment like this?"

"I bought it with the returns I got from another investment. Let me go turn on the hot water, so you can take a shower." Kyouya said, as he opened a closet, pulled out several fluffy white towels and a robe, and put them on the table. "Take off your clothes, so I can wash them," he said throwing the robe at Tamaki. Kyouya went off in search of the breaker, taking one of the towels with him.

Tamaki, starting to shiver from the cold, wasted no time and quickly took off his drenched clothes. He slipped on the robe, which was amazingly warm and picked up his clothes. When he looked up he saw a half naked Kyouya with a towel wrapped around his waist approaching him.

"I started the hot water, so you should be able to—what?" he said to the space cadet.

Tamaki was nearly drooling as he stared at Kyouya's perfectly lean body that somehow looked extremely sexy with Kyouya's barely towel dried hair.

"Tamaki? Are you feeling okay? The shower should be ready in about five minutes. Here, let me take your clothes," he said, relieving his friend from the dripping bundle.

"Your…uh…" Tamaki managed to get out, without drooling too much and embarrassing himself in front of Kyouya, who by this time had gone to put his and Tamaki's clothes in the washing machine next to the door.

"Sorry," he called, as he started the washing machine. "There was only one robe, and I figured it would be a waste for me to change just so I could take a shower and change again, so I just—"

"Join me," Tamaki whispered into Kyouya's ear, kissing his neck, as he wrapped his thin arms around Kyouya's torso, reaching up to caress Kyouya's bare chest with his cool hands. Kyouya, surprised, nearly choked on air at the request.

"I couldn't possibly," Kyouya started, turning to face Tamaki, blushing slightly.

Now, Tamaki was not about to give up so easily, especially since Kyouya had started it all with his half naked sexy body. Noticing that Kyouya being the gracious host that he was, went to turn on the heater, the switch of which was conveniently located next to the bathroom, Tamaki walked over to the kitchen sink while Kyouya's back was turned. He touched his middle finger to his eyeball, gently removing the contacts that normally eclipsed his amethyst eyes, setting them in a small dish of water. He then quickly pulled the pins out of his hair and removed his wig. Setting the wig on the counter and running his thin fingers through his golden locks, he strode back out into the hallway to stalk his prey.

"Kyouya, won't you join me," he purred, approaching his dark haired friend.

"Tamaki, just go take—" Kyouya started exasperatedly as he closed the thermostat, but stopped mid-sentence, when he saw the familiar features that made him melt. "Tamaki…"

Tamaki, pleased with the general reaction, strolled up to Kyouya and wrapped his arms around Kyouya's neck, kissing the speechless Kyouya on the neck. As he nibbled on Kyouya's earlobe he whispered, "Join me, please, Kyouya…Let me make it up to you…All the worry and trouble I caused…"

Kyouya was defenseless, and nearly powerless to resist Tamaki's natural charm, especially since Tamaki oozed sensual energy. Tamaki's hands, lips, and tongue were driving his senses crazy and before he knew it, he found himself conceding to taking that shower.

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Okay, sorry, that was a little rushed, but I wanted to get to the juicy part. I hate setting up, so I cheated and kinda sped things up. Sorry, people. Reviews always welcome. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu. –Mayonaka no Taiyou