***Authors Note: So first of all, I want to apologize for the lack of posting here but just starting university takes a toll on you. It has taken me a while to write this chapter but it's finally here and ready for you! For those asking if I'm ending the story here, no way. It isn't even close to being finished at this point and I don't even have an estimated length yet so don't worry! There's lots more to come. Thank you guys so much for everything, comments and suggestions are highly encouraged! And I hope you enjoy! -xoxox Sarah 3 ***

"Kyoya..."

"Hm?" Kyoya typed away on his computer, not giving notice to the lightly dressed Tamaki lounging on his bed.

Tamaki sighed and cupped his own chin with his hands. He let one leg hang over the side of the frame but quickly pulled it up again, scared to know what Kyoya might be keeping under there.

"Do you think the host club can tell?"

"Undoubtedly." Kyoya's eyes never left the screen while Tamaki's almost fell out of their sockets.

"No! I thought we were hiding it well."

"Tamaki...let me put it for you this way. The host club has been with us for years; they know our every anticipation before we ourselves have even considered them anything but apparitions. If they haven't noticed then they really are the imbeciles I assumed them to be." Kyoya chuckled a little bit and spun his chair around slowly. "And I was always secretly hoping for that to be untrue."

"Secrets?!" Tamaki jumped at the opportunity leaving his other half to sigh in response.

"You're unbelievable sometimes."

"And you're irrevocably fantastic!" He squeezed his eyes shut and grinned as wide as he could, doing his best twins impression that his facial muscles would allow. When Kyoya stayed quiet, he opened one eye and frowned, sticking his lip out far. "Okay."

Kyoya knelt against the bed, leaning into Tamaki as best he could. With a light touch, he ran his pinky finger against Tamaki's bottom lip, taking in just how soft it was. Before Tamaki had the chance to change faces, he placed his own mouth against it and bit down softly, causing him to shiver.

It was quite erotic letting his teeth fall into the delicate flesh of Tamaki's. Not enough to hurt him or really even do any damage but, enough to do something. He could tell Tamaki liked it by the way he moved into the movement, wanting it to happen more and more as the seconds passed. Maybe he didn't want the host club to know either. This frankly could be quite the little secret.

Then again, he didn't know how Tamaki could ever keep a straight face if anyone asked him what was going on. He pictured their king running around with his fingers in his ears, trying to deafen the assaulting questions while truly only making them worse. The thought made him smile a little.

"What are you smiling about?" The strange kiss was broken by their different facial movements but instead of answering, Kyoya simply raised an eyebrow and laid his head down, muffling the foreign creatures rising in his stomach.

"We should tell them. Formally." When he lifted his head up, the front of his hair was pushed away from his face, revealing spots that Tamaki hardy got to see. He let his hands travel into Kyoya's hair, pushing it back even further to unveil even more porcelain structures.

He was like a beautiful castle made of china dishes. On the surface he looked too lovely to be touched, in fear of letting him fall. But in reality the architect had covered his masterpiece in chains that swung heavily and honestly, taking the key with him. But sometimes, if you looked in the windows, even though they could become a little bit foggy, you would see everything you ever wanted inside. Like a museum for lost toys or lost emotions. Kyoya had all the answers and yet seemed to hold none for himself. And if you were one of the lucky ones you could find a crack and wither it away until the space was big enough to crawl through.

"What about the guests?"

"No, we might lose business. What would the girls think when they knew they didn't have a chance with the king themselves."

"That is true. They love to pair us together but if it actually happened, they would be the ones to lose out." Tamaki thought quietly, never taking his hands away from Kyoya's hair. Kyoya closed his eyes against it, just giving into the feeling.

"I don't know how I'm going to keep myself away from you sadly." Tamaki liked when Kyoya's voice sounded like that. It wasn't so harsh and authoritative. It was as if he was actually enjoying himself for once. Almost reminding him of a cats purr or the happy sounds a dog makes during a scratch. It was so un-Kyoya, but Tamaki loved every minute of it.

"So, about telling them..."

They wondered if there was a right way to this equation. Was it to tell them as a group, or each individually. Or should they keep going the way they already were and rightly assume the cat was out of the bag. All options seemed too awkward and out of their own boxes of acceptance.

They were pretty certain everyone knew in some sense of the word. But no one was going to be brave enough to come right out and say it. Except the twins of course, but they would hold it back long enough until it became some sort of a game for them. So, the risks were still high enough to hold them back. The two of them wanted to be honest, there was no reason for them not to be, but that little part of them nagged. That little part that still didn't quite understand what had been happening between them anyway.

They didn't want to fall victim to some unknown plan concocted by the twins but those two were a crucial part of the host club itself. And that left Kyoya scared that he would be placed into another pairing from them once more.

The truth was, the twins were already coming up with a plan to mess with this new relationship. They felt kind of bad but the giddy mischievous sides of them took over as soon as that feeling hit. They knew what they had to do and nothing was going to stop it. Especially if they could manage to keep it quiet until it was time to let it shine.

"I have a question."

"Yes, what is it Tamaki?"

"Are we...dating?"

Kyoya chuckled lightly at such an inconceivable word. He never imagined himself to be the one to date. Imagine it, Kyoya Ootori dating someone. The twins list was bad enough for dating and now he had to use it in a formal sense pertaining to his life. His laughter died off quickly.

"How funny."

"Funny?"

He couldn't explain the way his stomach turned beneath his shirt or how he wanted nothing more than to describe it so simply. But these colossal wave-like emotions were drowning him every time he tried to tape a label down.

"I don't think I know how to properly 'date' someone." Tamaki swore he could see Kyoya's face redden for a moment before he composed himself again.

"Well I think it's just kind of like..."

"Kyoya senpai?" Haruhi had stuck her head into the room after creating a small knock.

"Yes, Haruhi ?"

"Kaoru was just looking for you and I told him I'd help find you."

"Ah, very well. I shall go find him. I'll finish this discussion later Tamaki."

Haruhi watched as Kyoya stood up from the ground, brushing off his pants. His computer was left unattended and Tamaki was laying across his bed as if he owned it. The two of them had been very close lately and the rest of the host club had been taking bets on how long it would be before they came out as a couple. With the way Kyoya looked into his eyes like kissing Tamaki was the only thing on his mind and how Tamaki responded by biting his lower lip unintentionally, Haruhi knew it was time to step out.

As she turned the corner out of the room she heard the distinct pull of a kiss and found herself smiling for no apparent reason.

"What is it that you wanted Kaoru?"

"Oh, I just had something interesting to tell you. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important." Kaoru knew exactly what he had been interrupting.

"Hikaru? What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same thing. This is Kyoya's room, not yours boss. Unless, you have something to tell us?"

"No, I d-don't. Why are you here!?"

"I just...have something interesting to tell you."

"No, no. Of course not. I was just simply finishing up some work." Kyoya ran a hand through his hair, fixing the spots that were out of place. "What was it you wanted to tell me."

"I just found this funny photo of Tamaki-senpai and I wanted to know if you had seen it or not. I know you two are good friends so, I assume he tells you these sorts of things."

That's when Kyoya noticed the small picture Kaoru had been holding in his hand. It was turned slightly, just enough so Kyoya couldn't quite see what was on it besides a few shadows. He had no idea what it was about, or what Kaoru was about to show him, but something in his stomach told him he might not want to look.

"What could possibly be interesting to me?"

"It's about Kyoya-senpai."

"I'm listening." Tamaki suddenly had an urge to know what Hikaru was about to say. It was hard to get any information out of Kyoya on a regular basis, so hearing something that the twins even found interesting must be a good sign.

"It's just this photo..." Hikaru held up a small photo and sighed. "But I doubt you really want to see this."

Tamaki snatched the photo out of his hand before he could think to do anything else and stared at it, not quite sure what he was looking at.

And then it hit him.

Kyoya took the photo out of Kaoru's hands and immediately dropped the friendly smile he had been holding. He felt like throwing up or ripping the image to shreds. Kyoya had never really felt this type of emotion before, especially not about another human. Was this...jealously? Or...extreme hatred.

Kaoru didn't even get the chance to say a word before Kyoya was out the door, dropping the photo on the way.

"Did you do it?" Hikaru and Kaoru met back under the tree they had found earlier. Kaoru sat down slowly, crossing his legs underneath him.

"Yeah. But Hikaru...do you really think that was a good idea?"

"Of course it was. This is our best game yet!"

"But didn't you see the look on his face?" Kaoru was talking about both Kyoya and Tamaki. Although he hadn't seen Tamaki's reaction, he was heavily betting on it looking quite similar.

"He was fine. They'll get over it once the shock wears off."

"He looked so broken." Kaoru finally lifted his head, letting Hikaru see the small tears falling from his eyelashes.

"Kaoru!" Hikaru bundled his twin into his arms, holding him together.

"We should have been easier on them. Why did we have to play with this?" Kaoru yelled the last part but Hikaru only held him tighter, knowing that's all he needed at that moment.

Two photos were left in the grass as Hikaru whispered into Kaoru's ear. Each one demonstrated some form of weakness.

The one on the right showed Kyoya poised over a half-naked Haruhi, only deep longing present in his eyes.

The one on the left demonstrated Tamaki lifting the chin of a beautiful girl with amber hair into a passionate kiss. The strap of her dress was falling down and by the state Tamaki was in, the photo was relatively new.

The twins had made sure each one was given to the right host male. And they knew they didn't need to see their own secrets again.