**Authors Note - Oooh heyy! So it's been like...forever? I apologize a million times but soo much has happened in the last little while. I went to a new province and made a bunch of amazing friends, I graduated high school and got a job! It's been incredibly difficult to find the time to write anything or even sit down and think. And I also apologize for this short chapter but it's the best I could do. But, I hope you enjoy it never the less and thank you so much for your support it's crazy! Next up, university! (: **

"Hello ladies!" Tamaki threw a princely grin to the group of girls eagerly waiting for the host club to get started. It had been a few weeks since his encounter with Kyoya and although it had changed so much between the two of them, it hadn't changed their host club duties.

Tamaki found himself constantly torn between entertaining the guests and peeling his eyes away from Kyoya. Weeks had been passing but nothing more than short kisses in the halls or late night cuddling had happened. He was frustrated by the fact that Kyoya never seemed to want him for more than what was on the surface. He understood at first because he realized the source of fright, but with this much time under their belts -no pun intended- he was getting anxious.

"Tamaki, which one of us do you like the best?" One of the girls was brave enough to ask as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and sat up a little straighter. For a moment, Tamaki just looked at her, contemplating what he should say next. There was the obvious answer, something about them all being perfect and how he couldn't possibly choose.

"Well," He looked at her from under his eyelashes, inflicting a hard amount of charm all at once, "There is one. But shhh, I'm not allowed to tell."

He shushed her with his finger to his mouth and knew the girl was under the dreadfully wrong impression that it was her. Not only was she wrong but she made Tamaki sigh for her courage to even try.

Kyoya stood in the corner, watching the commotion go down. He was slightly proud of Tamaki for not using his usual answer, but he wondered what exactly he meant by the one he chose. It could have been him, but some explanation would suit him well enough. Kyoya decided to ask Tamaki about it after the club. And when all the girls had left, he did just that.

"Tamaki. I noticed you admiring your guests today and I was just wondering-"

"Of course it's you, Kyoya." Tamaki spun around and placed both hands on Kyoya's. The room was mostly empty, aside from a few rustling papers and untouched teacups.

"Oh.."

"Mommy?" Tamaki's eyes were the size of large tomatoes and he stared into Kyoya's. "The twins were making you play that game, right?"

"That game?"

"You know, they were trying to make you...er, lose it."

"Ah, yes. Why? Were they harassing you with it also?"

"Sort of. But you said you were still...you said that you hadn't right?" Tamaki didn't want to come right out and say the words incase it would dilute the conversation with the awkwardness he felt.

For a moment Kyoya just laughed and fixed his glasses. A darkened look came over his face. "No, nothing happened for me to change."

"Oh, good!" Tamaki realized what he had just said and began to back up. "No! Not good as in...! That's not what I meant."

"It's okay Tamaki, calm yourself." Kyoya placed his hand on Tamaki's shoulder and let it slide down to his waist. The movement was so smooth and calm, Tamaki tried to imagine how the girls hadn't forced him into it anyway.

"So why didn't you then? What was stopping you." The atmosphere was slightly more serious now but Tamaki continued to pull Kyoya closer, bringing the two of them face to face.

"Hm, I haven't thought about it in a while. I guess it just wasn't the right time."

"When is the right time?" Tamaki knew he was prying but the words kept coming out without his permission. He couldn't get them to stop for some reason, a skill he had always struggled with. Especially towards other host club members.

"I don't know, I'll suppose you'll know when the time comes." Tamaki had never heard Kyoya say something so utterly seductive that it almost made him fall over. If Kyoya hadn't of been holding him, he was sure the room would have turned a lot darker than it was. Even just standing there, his knees felt extremely weak.

Tamaki was supposed to be the master of charm, but in moments like this, he felt like he had nothing on Kyoya. As jealous as he should have been, he only felt grateful. These pieces of time were dedicated to him and that was something he tried hard to feel. In the host club he got a lot of attention from girls, but none of it really mattered. They were there for his character, for Tamaki the prince, not Tamaki Suoh, confused high school student.

Something about being there with Kyoya made him feel much younger than he was. He was reminded of when they first met and Kyoya had showed him to so many places. Even then, he knew there was something special and different about him. There was no getting around the fact that they had always had something between them waiting to break through.

Maybe these were the days to make up for everything.

"Are you thinking about anything special?" Tamaki realized he was daydreaming as Kyoya spoke into his ear.

"I was just thinking about you. Us."

"Us? That does sound special."

They started swaying lightly in a short dance. The two of them fell into small circles and steps, waltzing without really doing much. Tamaki put his head into the space of Kyoya's shoulder. They seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces every time the chance was given to be this close.
He found it so easy to forget about the room and the club. Even to forget about who he was. He could hardly remember who Tamaki was, instead he felt like air floating around the sky. And for the first time in weeks he had forgotten how much closer he had wanted to be because suddenly this was truly enough.

When the dance finished, Kyoya bowed to him and glanced up. "My prince."

Tamaki Suoh snapped back into his body and continued to forget how to pull himself away from this god.