"Mommy has gone crazy."

Tamaki rushed in to find five blank faces staring back at him. They were all crouched around a table, discussing something more important than his obvious problems. He had needed to ease himself out of the bathroom, inching away from whatever was happening to Kyoya. The stress really was getting to him.

"What are you talking about senpai? Were you harassing him in his room again." Haruhi seemed bored like usual, brushing off his giddiness like it was nothing.

"Now you listen here, Haruhi. He said-well I can't really tell you, but he said something that just wasn't like him. He is obviously calling for help!"

"Is he the one calling for help or is it you?" Hikaru picked up his glass and took a long drink, trying to block out whatever Tamaki had to say.

"I think we all know the real nut-case here." Kaoru and Hikaru glanced at each other and nodded, knowing full well that they were on the same page with what was happening.

It hadn't taken them very long to come up with the perfect solution to Kyoya's problem. Once the girls had failed they tried to look for a new remedy, but one offered itself up in their place. It struck them one day when they walked in on Tamaki napping on Kyoya's shoulder. Kyoya was reading a book, crossing his legs like usual, looking as comfortable as ever. And Tamaki rested his head against him, completely peaceful. The room was silent except for soft classical music humming from a hidden speaker. The two looked like a scene out of a romance novel.

The twins could hardly get themselves out of the room without squealing with delight. They figured the two of them were close but this put a whole new meaning to 'mommy' and 'daddy'. They even discussed the topic of pitchers and who would fit who. How Kyoya could put with Tamaki so well and when this actually came to be. The possibilities between these two were absolutely endless.

"Hey Tamaki, why exactly do you call Kyoya mommy?" Hikaru's voice was on the verge of laughter, yet he tried his hardest to keep it serious.

"Because we're a family, of course." Tamaki looked shocked. No one had doubted his nicknames yet and he himself didn't quite have the perfect answer for it.

"Yeah but why mommy? Wouldn't that mean Kyoya was your spouse?"

"We thought you liked Haruhi but you only call her your daughter." The twins were ganging up, forcing question after question and point after point until Tamaki felt like cracking. His face was burning and he found it hard to even speak.

"In fact, you refer to everyone as your children EXCEPT for Kyoya-senpai."

"Hey, yeah, you're right!" Haruhi stood up, processing what was happening. "Are you two dating senpai?"

"WHAT!? N-no!" He held up his hands defensively. "You don't know what you're talking about Haruhi, young girls should not speak this way..."

"I'm not your daughter! And I'm not that young..." Haruhi crossed her arms, ticked off already.

"Imagine if Kyoya was to hear what you're all saying!"

"If Kyoya was to hear what?" Tamaki ducked behind Haruhi as Kyoya stepped into the room, now fully dressed and functional.

"Nothing! Nothing of course! We were simply talking about Haruhi."

"No, that's not true. Tamaki was just telling us that you were-" Honey held up a small finger, ready to get to the point.

"Honey! Isn't there somewhere you have to be?" Tamaki was getting jumpier with each second, itching to be out of this moment.

"No I don't think so..." Honey scratched his head, confused.

"I'm sure I heard some cake calling your name just down the hall!"

"Cake! Come on let's go!" He pulled on Mori's hands, pleading with his eyes to leave.

"He was telling us that you-"

"Are completely nuts." The twins continued where Honey left off, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Is this true Tamaki? Am I nuts?" He smirked, looking straight into Tamaki's soul instead of his eyes. He almost enjoyed seeing him struggle and squirm, taking full credit of the awkwardness in the room.

Every gaze was aimed at Tamaki, waiting for his untimely doom. This wasn't fair. He was supposed to be the one acting strange! Kyoya was always so calm and collected. He was the cool one, the one who kept Tamaki safe when things went wrong. What was he supposed to do now when his safety blanket was broken?

"Kyoya, I think we need to talk." The twins snickered behind them. "Alone."

"Fine, but don't kill each other!"

"Or change those L's to S's!"

"Because we all know what S can lead to..."

"Se-"

"Goodbye!" The twins sang this mockery if only to drive their point even farther home. They took Haruhi by the arms and drug her out with them, stopping right behind the closed door to eavesdrop. There was no way they were letting this slip past them.

"I don't know how to say this...any of this."

"Either do I." Tamaki looked up at Kyoya, confused. But Kyoya simply dropped his head. Either did he what? He didn't even know what Tamaki was talking about yet. Unless...

"Kyoya?"

"No, Tamaki. I'm sorry if I scared you before. I've never been very good at feelings."

"Feelings don't even begin to cover it all." They both studied the ground, trying to hide the mixed emotions slicing along the air. "But don't you want this? Is it just me?"

"I'm not exactly sure what I want in this situation. So many things seem plausible yet none unscramble my mind at all."

"I-"

"That dream was something that has never happened to me before. And, those..." Kyoya took a deep breath and swallowed hard. He was never the one to admit sensitive topics before. But this was Tamaki, he deserved to know what was on his mind. "things that happened to me were completely out of my control. But you know, I didn't exactly hate them."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you're my best friend, friend being used in a loose sense of the word, sure, but friend none the less. You really should know exactly what is happening in my mind. Even when I don't." Finally, their eyes clicked. Tamaki could see the emotions swimming behind Kyoya's glasses. He had always hidden it before, much too "cool" to let anyone in before.

"I don't think I understand. I thought you were stressed out or having some problems, what are you talking about?" Tamaki scrunched up his forehead, something he had sworn off, saying it caused wrinkles. But now he couldn't help it, the tides were changing too fast.

"Don't try." Kyoya let his hand run against the table as he walked closer to where Tamaki stood. The distance was closing slowly but it made Tamaki feel like he was in a corner. "Just let me show you."

"Kyoya..."

Kyoya placed a light touch on Tamaki's waist, "I don't know what we are exactly but I think this might clear it up."

Tamaki leaned in without even thinking, touching his nose to Kyoya's, pressing their foreheads together and snaking his hands around his neck. He was pressed against a wall, breathing only the air able to skip between their untouched lips. Neither of them knew what they were waiting for, but the longer the distance stayed apart, the more eager each of them felt.

They stared into each other's eyes for a while, testing out this closeness, breaking the boundaries that had always been there. Time passed without warning, being the only one to know what would happen in only a moment or two.

"Is it okay?" Kyoya felt like he had to ask before anything else happened. Although Tamaki looked at ease, he himself knew how deceiving masks could be.

"It's more than okay."

Their lips brushed for a moment, hardly touching. Together they were so soft, so perfect. Kyoya almost felt satisfied with this touch alone, not wanting to break the trance. But his mouth was greedier than he was and demanded only a second more. Human hormones could be such a pain sometimes.

"Will you just do it?" Tamaki's voice startled him.

"What?"

"Kiss me."

And Kyoya did just that until he knew the twins were getting tired of listening at the door.

Authors Note: Thank you again for your support! You guys are so dedicated it makes me so happy! :3 Next chapter will be coming out in the next week or so! Love all of you! xoxox- Sarah 3