AN Here it is, and it's on time too! thank the fact that I'm home sick as a dog with nothing to do...and the fact that my mom lives in New York cause we just got in a huge fight and if she had the power to, she'd have taken away my computer priveleges.

SO! New chapter, mostly just filler, but it kinda defines relationships here and introduces the main plot. So R&R, tell me what you think, and I'll catcha later!

The waves crashed on the beach. Salty sea spray falling back into the water like droplets of rain. Seagulls flew through the air, picking up whatever leftovers could be found. The setting sun drooped lazily beyond the far off horizon.

"It's really beautiful here, isn't it Kyouya." It wasn't a question so much as a statement from the girl leaning on the pier guardrail, skirt billowing around her legs. In response, her silent companion stepped foreword, wrapping strong arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

Brushing his lips against her exposed neck, the man smiled at his lover's involuntary shiver. Turning his head farther into her, his intentions were awarded with her soft moan.

Pressing himself into her, he reveled at the gasp she gave as she felt his excitement. The grin was wiped from his face, however, as she leaned back, brushing against him further. It was with a lustful gaze that he took in her form as she turned in his embrace, wrapping her own arms around his neck, pressing flush against him until he could feel every slight curve.

Gazing down at her, looking lovingly into her deep brown eyes, he knew he had all he needed. Dropping his head low, he brushed his lips across hers once, twice, and paused on the third.

Slipping his tongue slowly through his own lips, he leaned farther downward, just starting to taste her sweet mouth he-

"Kyouya!"

The young man jolted up, a searing pain exploded in his head and spread quickly down to his neck. Opening his eyes, he blurrily glared at the limousine window, assuming that it had been the cause of his small headache.

Looking around as his vision slowly cleared, Kyouya became aware of several things. The first of which was that there was a familiar tightness in his groin that seemed to commonly appear with that particular dream. The second was that his designer jacket was flung over his lap, thankfully hiding any sign of 'discomfort'. The third was that there was a small puddle of drool on the door handle next to him. And the fourth was that every one was staring at him…

…including Tamaki…who was looking very pleased with himself…

…and Haruhi…who was staring at something in the general vicinity of where he assumed a very large bump would soon appear…

Feeling a slow moving tingling feeling making its way down his forehead, Kyouya reached up with one hand towards the spot. Brushing lightly against the painfully tender skin, he followed the remaining tingle down towards his eye.

Pulling his fingers in front of his face, he wasn't surprised to see a thin coating of blood on the tips.

"Kyouya?" The mild mannered man looked towards the chibi senior, pained sleep still filling his eyes. "Kyouya, maybe you should take care of that cut." The boy's statement was accompanied by nods from the others as Haruhi leaned foreword.

"Tamaki?" Said boy looked up at the girl. "Do we have any band aids?" He swooned…yes, he swooned…"Of course my beautiful flower! The sign of a true woman, doctoring the poor innocent injured!" He sighed dramatically, falling into his own world consumed by visions of Haruhi in a doctor's office, complete with uniform and stethoscope.

Haruhi only rolled her eyes as she reached over the zoned out boy, pulling the first aid kit from its place by the door.

Suddenly Kyouya's vision was filled with Haruhi's face. The sight of her eyes stopping what minimal thought had managed to make its way through his brain.

The cool feeling of a damp cloth brought him back. Suddenly his brain was flooded with thoughts, both rational and unfathomable.

Kiss her

Yes

NO!

Why?

It's not time.

Urg…

………………

Oh My God!

What?

You're still hard!

What?

Kyouya was suddenly reminded what his brain was telling him as Haruhi brushed against his leg and a certain limb returned to life. A persistent pulsing then commenced and Kyouya thought he was going to pass out if it didn't stop right now.

Shit.

You said it partner.

Well, how do we fix it?

We have a more immediate problem buddy.

Oh yeah? What's that?

The major potential embarrassment when she realizes what's wrong.

…shit.

We established that it's shit, now we must fix it.

Right! How do we get her away?

Not my problem dude.

And with that, Kyouya was back in the real world – now determined not to speak to his conscious for the rest of the month – and Haruhi was currently moving dangerously close to a certain twitching piece of his anatomy as she tried for better access to his forehead. Hastily clearing his throat, the young man sat up, unsuccessfully trying to pull away from the ever-enclosing girl.

"Kyouya, hold still, I can clean this up."

"Thank you, Haruhi, but it's not necessary." He removed her hand from his mow unbloody head. "I can handle it myself, it's just a small cut."

She hesitated a moment, pulling back. "If you're sure…"

'Thank you for your concern, but I am fine." His reassuring smile was all she needed and she returned to her seat. Kyouya could barely suppress a sigh as the stiffness in his lower region slowly receded. Looking out the window at the nearby beach, Kyouya missed both the knowing look, and the jealous glare that were sent his way.

Hunny smirked at Kyouya. The Host Club's VP actually thought no one could tell? Hunny wasn't as immature as he looked, He was still a teenage guy, and he was the oldest of the group. He could see the slight bulge under Kyouya's jacket, and he could recognize the look on the younger man's face. Glancing at Tamaki, he could only hope that things wouldn't blow themselves out of proportion too quickly.

Tamaki, however impressed, wasn't happy. He'd known Kyouya was a little interested in Haruhi, but he didn't think his friend would ever actually take it further. He'd heard the story of how Kyouya had saved Haruhi the other night, and he'd heard it straight from the man's mouth. He'd never sounded so…disgusted talking about someone as he had when he talked about the scum that he had beaten up that night. His voice had even carried a hint of hatred for the vile man.

He'd seen the subtle glances, the nondescript touches, and they were generously increasing in number.

How could he remain best friends with his largest rival for the heart and affections of the woman he loved? How could he fight for those affections against the man that had been his best friend for years?

How could Kyouya be betraying him like this?

The musings of both boys were cut off as the car came to a stop. The door opened and the piled out, Ginei – the driver – retrieving their bags as he welcomed them to the Ootori summer villa. All of them, having finished their spring break assignments, were looking foreword to the two upcoming weeks free from school.

It was late that night, as the seven teenagers slept off the tire of their first day at the beach. The halls of the small mansion were silent as small lights flickered like candles after every few doors.

A tall figure strode silently down a hall until he reached a closed door. Leaning against the door, he heard no sound from within and felt it safe to continue. Slowly turning the knob, the man pushed the door open quietly; flooding what little light was in the hall through the door to rest softly on the bed within.

A soft moan came from the girl on the bed as light washed over her face. Still asleep she rolled over to her other side, removing her eyes from the direct wash of light. The man smiled as he stepped foreword, still using quiet steps, and made his way towards the girls bedside.

Sitting down softly, he brushed a hand against her cheek. He spoke softly; "Hello, Haruhi. I can only stay a minute but don't worry, I'll come back. I will always be here for you, so don't be afraid to call me, my beautiful little flower." And with that, he bent slowly down, resting a soft kiss on the girl's temple before standing up. With a lingering gaze, he made his way back to the hall and closed the door.

Pulling a red rose from his pocket, the man set it at the door, adjusting the small card attached so that it would show when she saw the flower. Turning, he made moved slowly back down the hall, leaving it just as silent and desolate as when he arrived.

You are my flower.

Soon you will be mine.

a fudge brownie to anybody that can guess who left the rose. R&R Anna