I want to apologize for a mistake I must have made posting up chapters. I named them spelling out the numbers in the 'Doc Manager' and alphabetically three comes before two, so I ended up posting chapter 3 up as chapter 2 when I had gone back and had the story manager refresh the chapter, so if you noticed I had a chapter repeated, I am so sorry, but it has been fixed. Now, let's get on with the story!

As the clients started pouring in Haruhi Fujioka got really busy in her role as the servant of the club. She brought fresh brewed tea to the tables, delivered teapots, and fetched an alarming number of cakes from the cafeteria. Honey-sempai sure does eat a lot. I don't know how he does it without inflating like a balloon. The process was made all the more difficult by her two favorite doppelgängers, following her around like some impish lost puppies. They had already tried a number of things to trip her up, sometimes literally. The worst so far was when Hikaru tied her apron strings to Tamaki's chair leg while Kaoru distracted her. It had ended in calamity when Tamaki's chair had been yanked out from under him as he went to sit causing him to end up splayed on the floor; she herself had fallen on her ass from the unexpected weight and, to top it all off, during her fall she ended up dropping the tea set she was carrying on a client spilling hot tea all over them. Why do they have to hound me like this? Don't they have princesses to charm or some shit? She soon realized those princesses only thought it added to their charm, it played up to the roguish character traits that they all adored. She had to admit it would be kind of funny, if it wasn't her they were toying with. Kyoya seemed to be getting irritated with their hijinks as well. After he finally went off on a tirade at them for spilling tea on a client and causing the ruination of the new tea set Haruhi had dropped the twins stopped their nonsense, or so it seemed.

"Pssst, Haruhi, come here" she heard Kaoru's voice spoken in a near whisper as she walked past. Hesitating, thinking he may be trying to distract her so Hikaru could pull another prank on her again, she quickly heard him call out quietly again, "Don't worry we're not fucking with you this time" I swear it's almost like they can read my mind sometimes. Looking around and noticing the dressing room door cracked open she figured they were in there, she carefully slipped inside, unnoticed by the rest of the hosts.

"Ok, why are you guys hiding in our impromptu locker room?" Haruhi asked curiously.

"Because Hikaru rushed, the Shadow King is going to seriously blow a gasket" Hikaru rushed.

"We kind of had one more prank set up before he yelled at us, and it's too late to stop it now," Kaoru quickly explained at Haruhi's confused stare.

"What did you –" Haruhi started, "Wait, screw that, why did you drag me into by making be an accomplice?" she hissed.

"Well we were bored hiding in here, and by the way this is a closet, so we thought you could hide with us," Hikaru spoke. Wait, this room is a closet? But… but it's bigger than my bedroom. Fuckin' rich people. No focus Haruhi! As she snapped back to attention she realized how close they were all standing, the twins, as usual acting as her bookends. She felt a blush start to creep up her face again. I have to get out of here.

"Well guys, I'm getting out of here, before whatever the terrible-something-you-have-planned happens and I somehow get dragged down with you,"

"Don't you want to hear what we did first?" Kaoru asked,

"Sure, go ahead," she said, wanting to be far away from the scene when the inevitable happened.

"Well, you know how Tamaki loves sugar in his tea? We swapped his sugar bowl with one filled with salt," Kaoru swiftly spoke.

"Guys, that really isn't so bad," Haruhi said, chuckling softly at her imagining Host King's face when he took a sip of his tea.

"That's not the worst part," Hikaru plunged on, "see, the next client he is seeing is known for, well… being a bit touchy,"

"What, like bitchy?" Haruhi asked confused

"No," Kaoru said, hesitating briefly, "she likes to try to grab our junk, well Tamaki's really, he's her favorite,"

"Wait, aren't there rules against stuff like that? And how would that be your fault?" Haruhi asked, concerned but not seeing how the two things related. Seeing her confusion,

"Well yeah of course, we have rules against it, doesn't stop some of them from trying though," Hikaru murmured, "anyway, she'll be looking for an excuse, any excuse –"

"So she doesn't get banned from the club" Kaoru interjected. Hikaru scowled quickly at his interrupting younger brother.

"When Tamaki takes a sip from his tea, in his shock he'll drop the cup right in his own lap. She'll see he's all wet and quickly start to try to dry him off with a napkin, and where it'll go from there, we aren't exactly sure" Hikaru finished nervously. "Do you think Kyoya will be mad?" he asked Haruhi fearfully. Haruhi just looked at the two troublemakers, deciding honestly was the best route to take,

"He is going to fuckin' strangle both of you," she said, feeling a lack of sympathy towards her two friends who had just dug their own graves. "Now really, I am getting the hell out of here before the shit hits the fan,"

"Traitor!" they shouted in unison. Haruhi started to slowly creep out of the closet door, to get back to work unseen. As she was half way out of the room she saw it, the terrible-something-they-had-planned, unfolded right before her eyes. It happened just like they said it would, the girl started rubbing Tamaki's crotch with a napkin, kneeling between his legs. The look on Tamaki's face as he attempted to act princely, while this girl was essentially rubbing his cock, was hysterical. Haruhi was frozen, half in the room, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of her, trying not to chuckle. From her angle she could have sworn she saw Tamaki's pants tent a little, and she knew she hadn't imagined the look of delight plastered on the girl's face as Kyoya plucked her off of the Host King's limp body, by this point he had passed out from a rather severe bloody nose. Haruhi just decided it would probably be better to just slip back inside the room with the twins.

While she explained to them how the act had unfolded leaving nothing out, since she had monopolized the view, they listened raptly. By the time she was finishing the tale they were all rolling on the floor trying not to howl with laughter. With tears in his eyes Hikaru looked over to his twin,

"Best prank yet," he cackled, "I don't care if Kyoya does strangle us, we'll go down in a blaze of glory."

"So how long are you guys planning to hide out in the closet?" Haruhi asked.

"At least until Kyoya leaves," Hikaru looked down at his watch, "which should only be about another fifteen minutes, the club is starting to close."

"Alright, I'm sure I wasn't missed with the bedlam you guys caused, I'll see you guys on Monday" she chortled. As she stepped back into the room, nobody seemed to notice her entrance. Whew, nobody noticed me, and nobody is asking me where I was either. What luck, they're still concerned over the blood on the floor from Tamaki's nosebleed; and slightly annoyed that Tama is still passed out. As she went about her duties as if she hadn't been absent, she overheard Kyoya asking Honey if he had seen the twins. When Honey said he had no idea, Haruhi decided to protect her newfound friends.

"I heard the say they weren't feeling well, I think they went home a bit earlier," Haruhi easily lied.

"Oh," Kyoya simply stated, "I haven't seen them since before the incident," he casually observed.

"Well, they were complaining to me a bit before then, I don't know if they went home right after, I was a little busy at the time," she calmly fabricated, sounding just blasé enough about the matter to fool the Shadow King. He sighed wearily,

"When Tamaki wakes up, I'm sure he'll be able to tell us what happened; he knows to be extra careful around that girl, due to her… tendencies," Kyoya finished with some slight hesitation. He had been thinking "being a whore," but figured it wouldn't make for very polite conversation. As Kyoya finished the sentence the Host King's eyes started to flutter open. So they all crouched down on the floor around him curiously

"Ahhh! Get her off me," he shouted suddenly, jumping back a good three feet.

"Tamaki calm down, she's gone," Honey bubbled next to him.

"Did she molest me much after I passed out?" He questioned, a fearful whimper in his voice.

"No, we stopped her almost immediately after," Honey babbled on happily, "well, Kyoya did." Tamaki breathed a sigh of relief at the news.

"What caused you to drop the tea on yourself Tama" Kyoya asked nonchalantly. At this Haruhi held her breath,

"You know, I can't really remember. I think it had something to do with something the young lady said," Tamaki humbly stated, so princely that he was still refusing to call the woman who groped him anything other than a lady. Haruhi released the breath she was holding, but figured she should still redirect the flow of conversation just to be safe.

"Why did you pass out sempai," Haruhi asked curiously, "I mean, girls are throwing themselves at you all the time, with the amount you've done that surely couldn't have been that intense." Everyone just stared at her for a moment, Tamaki blushing like crazy.

"Oh, nobody told you yet Haruhi," Honey cooed sweetly, although he had an odd glint in his eye.

"Our little Tamaki is still a virgin," Kyoya finished blandly, pushing his glasses further up his nose, and standing up straight. "Well, I'm going home, have a good weekend everyone," he called behind him as he waved.

"WellI'mgoingtoo,bye" Tamaki shouted in a slur as he popped up and sprinted out the door, his face beet red. As the remaining hosts stood Haruhi turned to Mori, a quizzical expression on her face, he just shrugged and smiled as he turned to leave. Honey motioned for her to bend over slightly so he could whisper something in her ear.

"I don't think Tama-chan wanted you to know he was a virgin," Honey chuckled.

"I don't see what the big deal is about it though, I mean, I'm a virgin," Haruhi mumbled.

"Yeah but he's a guy Haru, and he's a year older than you," Honey added. Haruhi just shrugged, still not seeing the big deal; I mean it's not like he should be embarrassed because he couldn't get laid, he definitely could if today was any indication, so obviously it was a choice he made. She sighed saying her goodbye to Honey. She walked over to one of the tables to gather up her things when suddenly she was tackled to the floor by two redheaded blurs.

"Guys, what the fuck are you doing!" Haruhi shrieked, immensely startled by the sudden attack.

"You covered for us," Kaoru said happily.

"Now we won't get strangled," Hikaru added with glee.

"Tamaki didn't remember what happened anyway guys, I'm sure it would have turned out fine without my intervention, really," Haruhi laughed. Hikaru sighed, she was oblivious sometimes,

"It's not that it made a difference, hell even this had turned out the opposite and Kyoya had found out anyway, you still tried, it was so sweet," he said as they stood up.

"Really, it was nothing," Haruhi said, blushing at their earnest joy, and at Hikaru calling her sweet; she looked down at the floor trying to hide her blush again. Without warning Hikaru gently caressed her face, turning it towards his own, until she was looking directly into his eyes. Haruhi gasped at the unexpected contact, blushing even more heavily she gently tried to turn her face away, but his hand stopped her. She was about to step out of his embrace when the look in his eyes caused her to hesitate

"Why are you turning away from me," he asked, "didn't I tell you before that you're really cute when you blush?" Before Haruhi could even blink his lips were on her and he was pulling her against him. At first she was stiff from the shock, but she momentarily ended up melting into his arms; and kissing him back, much to her surprise. His tongue gently ran along her lower lip, asking for permission, which she quickly granted, his tongue slipping into her mouth to caress hers. As she tasted the unique flavor that was Hikaru's she quietly moaned into his mouth; she felt him smile into their kiss at her quiet outburst. As he started sucking on her lower lip Haruhi lost all ability to focus just letting the sensual feeling overpower her. Before she knew what she was doing, she felt herself grind her pelvis against his thigh sending a pleasant jolt through her body. Realizing that if he didn't stop now he was going to have a very hard time controlling himself, Hikaru reluctantly ended their kiss, nipping her lower lip as he slowly pulled away. When Haruhi pulled away, breathing heavily, chest heaving, she noticed that, to her embarrassment, Kaoru had been watching the whole episode and shyly buried her face in Hikaru's neck. She didn't know what happened, but when she looked up again, her chin resting on Hika's shoulder, Kaoru was gone. Hikaru just stood and held her for a few minutes like that, barely moving. When her breathing calmed back down he slowly stepped back. Haruhi flushed as she thought about her brief loss of self-control.

"That was amazing, we should do it again sometime" he smirked.

"Well it was enjoyable," Haruhi mumbled. She didn't want to make anything of it, like some lovesick child; it was just a kiss. From what I've heard listening to those shallow girls here at the host club, Hikaru kisses lots of girls. Hell from the things they say, he's done a lot more than just kiss. I don't want to mess up my current relationship with by one of my best friends by making him feel awkward. It felt great, but I'm not some swooning fangirl that he's going to have to pry off. As they both began heading for the door Haruhi hugged him goodbye, it seemed only normal to after the blazing hot kiss they shared.

"See you on Monday Hikaru," she said as she turned to walk towards a different exit than the one he was headed to, "say goodbye to your doppelgänger for me," she laughed, waving over her shoulder.

"I will, have a good weekend Haruhi," waving at her.

I just wanted to say please read and review, as always. And that Haruhi really means what goes on in her italicized thoughts, you cannot lie in your thoughts, unless you have some serious problems. Haruhi is not the kind of girl to assume a relationship based on a single kiss, or to cling to a guy. She doesn't think it's a big deal, because he has kissed so many girls; it doesn't make her special or unique. She's the girl who just goes with the flow, yeah she can get pissed when the guys over react (Tamaki), but other than that she's pretty mellow. This was my first time writing a scene that was a little steamy, I hope I did ok. If not feel free to tell me how I ruined it for you, so I don't do it again in the future!