Authors Note: It's been a while so I would advise you to re-read the last chapter for this one to make the most sense! I am such a horrible procrastinator when it comes to writing lately...! But thank you for sticking with this story and me, it means so much! Any comments/suggestions will be gladly taken. (: Thankkk youu! xoxo - Sarah
"Hey Kyoya, I was just wondering...do you think any of those girls are pretty?" Kyoya looked at Tamaki strangely. He was getting a sudden abundance of deja-vu for the moment, leaving him to think through if the whole twin thing had just happened or not. Either one of them were anywhere to be seen and with the way Tamaki finished the question, he had guessed he was daydreaming somewhere along the way.
"Girls..." Kyoya touched his cheek, still trying to determine how real he was.
"They seem to think you are really something, that's for sure." Tamaki narrowed his eyes, decoding the lost look on Kyoya's face. He was acting like something was wrong even though he was the one originally sitting here.
"The girls are merely guests. My opinion is irrelevant here." Kyoya sighed. He really had hoped the twins were together like the way he dreamed. He almost felt bad for Kaoru now, in a way that he would never get such a fairy tale revelation. And they had looked so happy too.
"That's not true, they must have some impact on you. Why else would you continue coming back if not for the money and fame?" He smirked and brushed his blonde bangs out of his face. In his mind, Kyoya made note of a haircut soon, for their king.
"Did you ever think I might come back for the other host members...and you?" Tamaki's laugh was high and twinkly, a sound that matched the glow in his eyes. Kyoya smiled too, despite himself. It made his mouth feel numb, but in a good way. Like the little things were unhinging inside him and this idiot was making him laugh again. He didn't know why he stayed for so long, but still, seeing Tamaki like this...
"Just for me?"
"I didn't say that-"
"No but that's what I wanted to hear." Kyoya pictured the both of them a few years back. They had changed so much since then, but this face was unmistakably his. Something inside him wanted to reach out and hold the moment, hold what was always theirs in his hands and make it real. But instead he left it floating, ready for anyone else to catch.
"I know you're busy, but maybe we could hang out for a while." Kyoya looked at the growing pile of things needed to be done for the club and almost said no. "Never mind, it's okay."
Tamaki began to move away, shot down before he could hardly get the question out. He shouldn't have asked anyway. "No, let's go. Why not? I'm going to spend the night working anyway."
Tamaki bit his lip to stop from smiling too hard.
The sun was still shining dimly against the horizon of the small park they landed at. The two of them looked severely out of place seated under a large tree, still dressed for the club. But they were used to over-the-shoulder glances and second takes. It was hard being this beautiful in public. People weren't as forgiving to perfection.
Kyoya sat against the tree, letting his legs cross evenly in front of him while Tamaki was propped easily on his side, allowing himself to drape lightly across the grass. Together they probably looked like something out of a magazine, but each of them knew this outing was less likely to happen than a photo-shoot. And by the not so secretive photo's girls were busily snapping, that opinion became fact.
"This is nice, isn't it? We haven't gotten to spend much quality time together." Tamaki picked at the grass growing around them, it was longer here and contains small things like clovers and pink flowers. He plucked up one flower and handed it to Kyoya. There was something about the way he looked up that made this feel completely different than some host stunt. This was a genuine offering, something the real Tamaki was capable of doing for nothing. Kyoya took it from him, lightly brushing fingers on the way. He was probably expected to throw it away or give a weird look, but he did neither. Instead he pressed the tiny petals into his book and reminded himself to not forget it was in there.
The sun was shivering away with each unspoken word between them. The only people left in the park were couples or runners with dogs and headphones. Kyoya wondered which category they would fall under when people looked at them up on this hill.
"It's going to get dark soon."
"Let it." Tamaki was surprised by the tone of Kyoya's voice. He usually wasn't this lenient toward time frames.
"Are you sure? We can go back if you want."
"I haven't seen the stars in a while." Kyoya scooted down onto his back so he was side-by-side with Tamaki. Tamaki couldn't help but notice the flecks of grass attaching to his dark hair. He wanted to stare, just like the girls who were supposed to be focusing on their own boyfriends.
"Hey um," He reached out and began picking out a few stranglers from random points in Kyoya's hair. Kyoya covered his eyes with his hands, pushing his glasses out in the process, almost like a little kid rubbing his eyes from sleep. Tamaki laughed to himself, finally realizing how small Kyoya could look. Beside the usual roundup of girls, he stood tall and strong, but laying here under the first flecks of stars, he was reminding Tamaki more of the teenage boy he was supposed to be.
"Are they gone yet?" His words were mumbled a little from his hand covering.
"They're gone." When Kyoya took his hands away, he let out a soft hmm at the soft covering of stars above. This sky was truly immaculate tonight. Kyoya placed his arms above his head, creating a makeshift pillow of sorts. Tamaki worked to enjoy them as well but he struggled to take his eyes off of Kyoya.
The moonlight balanced off the bridge of his nose, down the curve of his cupids bow and across the sharpness of his collarbone. Tamaki sat on his hands to keep his fingers from roaming. He didn't know how he made it this long without doing something. And as his eyes circled Kyoya once again, he didn't know how he hadn't done anything either. Wasn't he supposed to the one everybody wanted? Then why didn't Kyoya.
Kyoya loosened one arm and let it fall beside him, uncomfortable with this position already. His face felt hot under Tamaki's eyes but for some reason he couldn't get himself to say anything about. He couldn't say anything because something inside him wanted Tamaki to look at him. It was almost embarrassing to think about. They could barely hear the livelihood of the park over the beating of their hearts. One by one, the stones from the walls Kyoya had always been building around him started tumbling down, rolling right over Tamaki and their awkwardness.
Disguised as a struggling yawn, Tamaki let his hand fall beside Kyoya's. Just enough so their skin barely touched, only enough to feel the electricity amplified briefly. Kyoya's pinky branched off, hooking loosely around the other boys. They didn't speak; they didn't even breathe. Kyoya swore his heart had stopped completely, at least for the moment.
He shivered and let their hands clasp under the blanket of glittering atmosphere. The world was hushed around them, barely moving an inch. Tamaki's chest felt like it was full of helium, lifting him up higher and higher until it felt almost impossible to breathe anymore. But for some reason, it didn't seem important.
They inched closer and closer, until the gap between them turned into stale air, turned into the breath they weren't taking in. Tamaki could feel his cheek touch the smoothness of Kyoya's, felt his nose take in the deep scent of his skin, felt his lips move slowly against the grain of every emotion he had ever wanted to feel between the two of them. His name was slipped from between Kyoya's kisses, but he shushed him instead. Nothing could ruin this moment, not even his own name.
Kyoya tried again to say the name stuck in his mouth but he never got the chance. Between the shade of the tree and the darkness of the hour he knew the unmistakable feeling of leather detaching from belt loop, button from pants, hands from face to hips. This was the moment of failed attempt he suffered too many times before. Yet he swallowed hard and forced his body to not break out into a nervous sweat.
Tamaki moved quickly, fumbling hand-over-hand in an awkward balance. He was just as lost as everyone else, as every other virgin, or so people liked to label. It isn't fair, Kyoya thought, this isn't fair. But before he got the chance to say anything he moaned in a way he had never experienced yet.
"Kyoya...wake up." Tamaki himself groaned the words, making them seem dreamlike.
"What?" He sighed the word, still feeling the unmistakable trance of Tamaki's hands in his hair.
"Hey, are you okay?" Kyoya's eyes shot open and he felt around, grabbing handfuls of sheets and leftover dreams. The twins both twisted their heads in wonder. It was strange to see Kyoya in such shambles. They knew he wasn't much of a morning person, but this was different. They weren't even sure if had real pajamas on.
"I-I..."
"Maybe you should just go back to sleep. We just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the park with us."
"It's alright though, we get it." Before he had a chance to explain himself properly, or even find the glasses he seemed to have misplaced, they were gone again. He touched the bridge of his nose and let his head drop. Wake up Kyoya, this was all a dream.