They awoke to the sound of impatient knocking at their hotel room door. "Kyouya? Tamaki? Are you guys still asleep? We're going to leave for the tour of the beach in a few minutes. If you wanna come, you're gonna have to hurry up and get dressed," said one of the Hitachiin twins. It was most likely Hikaru but both of the young men were still rather drowsy and couldn't distinguish whose voice it was. With a groan, Kyouya rose first, walking over to where he had his suitcase and pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and a pale green polo shirt. He pulled them on slowly while Tamaki rolled out of bed, nearly hitting his head off of the night stand nearby. The blonde practically crawled over to his own suitcase and pulled out a floral Hawaiian shirt paired with white denim shorts. As he began to dress himself, his eyes wandered over to Kyouya, who was combing his hair and searching for his flip-flops. He looked terribly tired but didn't seem to be in a bad mood, especially since he had been woken up rather abruptly and rudely. Usually when the young man was awoken in such a manner, his gaze could chill one to the very bone and his mood was one of the foulest. Tamaki slipped his clothing on quickly and found a pair of boat shoes amongst his belongings. He too slipped these on and ran a hand through his golden locks, glancing back over to the dark haired teen to find him staring back at him. Kyouya crossed the room to the boy on the floor and offered him a hand up. Tamaki grasped his hand as he was lifted from the ground and pulled into the elder boy's arms. They embraced for only a moment before Kyouya leaned up and gave him a tender kiss on his lips. It seemed to last for an eternity which was certainly fine for Tamaki; he really didn't mind if they missed the boat tour at all. He would have much preferred to stay lip-locked with his handsome lover. However, what would the rest of the group think of them? They'd certainly feel second best and that was the last thing the young blonde wanted. Reluctantly, he pulled away from Kyouya, his eyes opening and looking into the silver depths of the young man's eyes before him. God, he was so gorgeous. No matter how many times he saw him, Kyouya's simply beauty would continue to utterly amaze and captivate Tamaki.
"You're so damn beautiful. You know that, right?" he said, giving the glasses-wearing teen a sweet peck on his still-puckered lips. He only blushed softly and cast his eyes to the side.
"Don't say such absurd things to me, Tama. You know I can't accept such a fanciful compliment. I'm not beautiful; if anything, I'm very, very plain," he answered, his arms still holding the blonde to him.
"Stop being so cute, okay? We'll be late," Tamaki replied, kissing him again and again and again on his cheeks and lips. "And you are beautiful. Even if no one else can see it, I will always look at you and have to catch my breath for you take it away from me with such ease." Kyouya blushed a deeper pink and smiled gently, his hand cupping Tamaki's cheek and kissing him with the love and passion of a man who has found his one and only reason for living. They stood a few moments more, Kyouya's head resting on Tamaki's chest listening to his heart beat lightly underneath his skin as they held each other contently. Eventually, they let go and were out the door, making their way through the halls hand in hand. They rode the elevator down to the lobby where the rest of the group was heading out the door to board the boat that would take them along the coast of the beach and probably out on the water for the day. They rushed over to the group and were greeted with 'Good mornings' and 'Hellos'. Both of the boys nodded politely and answered back with similar greetings.
The sun outside was scorching and they could see the boat not too far away. People were already boarding it, mostly the girls from their school. They waved enthusiastically as the Host Club approached. Of course, most of them would assume their hosting roles and entertain the girls; after all, it would bring quite the amount of business to the club if they were to show they were still gentlemen even on vacation. As the group of young men approached, the faces of the many girls came into view, one in particular very, very clear to both Tamaki and Kyouya: Riiko Mizaguchi. A chill went down Tamaki's spine and Kyouya stiffened beside him into a defensive position. She, however, didn't seem to have noticed them in particular. That was clearly a farce but nevertheless she looked to be just as thrilled as the other girls. The raven haired teen leaned over to Tamaki to whisper into his ear. "I'm fairly sure you saw the same thing I did. Don't worry your pretty little head about it; I'll make her life a living Hell," he said, his voice icy and terrifying.
"You don't need to do that, Kyo. Really, you don't. I don't want to cause any trouble. Just let it –"
"Shut up, you idiot. I don't think you've quite grasped the concept yet. She hurt you without cause. Because we have something she wants, she felt it was appropriate to hurt you, to hurt us, and send you back to me in a fit of tears. That was clearly a miscalculation on her part. We're the most influential club in the whole damn school," he laughed, sounding much like an evil mastermind, "If she thinks she can get off scotch free, she is terribly mistaken. No, she will suffer a fate worse than death. I will make sure of it." Tamaki stared at Kyouya wide-eyed. Even though Riiko had done a very mean thing to him, he feared for her life. The dark haired young man looked back over at him and smiled ominously. "You have nothing to fear, Tamaki. I'll take care of you and this little issue." As they boarded the boat, Tamaki felt a little better. But he was still rather shaken up about the whole situation. Girls began to flood around him and the other hosts, so he really didn't have much time to give it much thought. He immediately went into host mode and entertained a few of the young ladies on the boat. They spent the morning on deck, looking at interesting landmarks along the coast and waving at people on the beach. By mid- afternoon, the lot of them went below deck for lunch; Tamaki was starving. As they sat in the dining hall, he looked around for Kyouya but saw no sight of him. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the room for Riiko. She was also missing. The blonde teen gulped and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.
In the shade provided by the wheel room stood Kyouya, his hand on either side of Riiko's head. A warm breeze whistled by them and Riiko felt a surge of panic in the pit of her stomach. The Shadow King had a menacing smirk on his face but his eyes were a cold as ice, shooting sharp, icy dagger at the girl before him. "Miss Mizaguchi, am I to understand that you wish the Host Club out of your way? Is that correct? Answer me." She began to shake, her knees terribly weak beneath her. Luckily the railing surrounding the wheel room was present. Otherwise she would have fallen into a nervous pile onto the deck.
"Yes, that's correct," she replied, trying her damnedest not to let her voice shake and give away her inner fear. Kyouya cocked his head to the side, his smile still present and widening by the second.
"Ah, I see. So, blackmailing the club was the answer, then?"
"Yes, it was." Kyouya chuckled forebodingly and removed his glasses from his face. He deposited them into his breast pocket.
"Bad move, my dear. You see, there's no way that would work. I have connections that you wouldn't believe. You're fucking with one of the wealthiest families in the whole damn school. Actually, if you think about it, you're fucking with five. And you better be damn sure that they'd back up Suoh and me if we needed the help. I hope that's enlightened you a bit because you see, I don't play these petty games with people like you. You think by printing out pictures of two fine young men who clearly care about each other and threatening to expose them to the public unless they give you what you want will solve all your problems? You're an idiot if you think that shit will fly with me or any of the other members."
"Oh, cut the crap, Ootori. It's not like you can do a damn thing to stop me from printing out thousands of your disgusting pictures and putting them up all over the damn school. I'll show them to the Chairman and he'll expel the both of you from the academy. Do you really want both the Suoh and Ootori names ruined because you can't just be a normal guy and date a fucking girl? I can ruin your whole life with these. Then you'll never surpass your brothers. Heh. It's funny. I don't have to worry about being better than my older siblings. I've already been guaranteed to be the successor to my father's business. It must really suck being second best. Oh, sorry. I meant third."
"You shut your fucking mouth when your Sempai talks to you. Worthless thing. Learn your fucking place in this school if you know what's good for you," spat a mysterious voice from the far side of the deck. Kaoru and Hikaru walked over to the wall and glared at Riiko.
"Didn't he tell you how it's going down? We've already wiped the photos from your computer and your camera. Not to mention we've got some 'dirt' on you already. Oh, we do," said Kaoru, his voice furious and mocking.
"Don't mess with our friends, okay? Otherwise things will go really bad for you. We're not the kids you want to mess with," replied Honey atop Mori's shoulders. Mori stood silently, his eyes staring directly at Riiko. If looks could kill, she would have been dead at least five times over. Haruhi appeared behind them, her arms crossed over her chest and her look extremely disapproving.
"Learn some common decency and stop being such a homophobe. It's not really an attractive personality trait. These are good people. They don't need you ruining their lives with your petty thoughts and actions," she said, her voice taking on an icy edge. Riiko had finally had enough. Tears sprang up from the corners of her eyes and her hands immediately went to cover her face. With her legs feeling like jelly and her confidence dashed, she pushed past Kyouya and ran off down to the ladies bathroom where she spent the rest of the afternoon crying. The glasses clad teen leaned against the wall, his face one of utter shock and surprise. The twins picked up Riiko's camera from the ground and threw it into rolling waves of the ocean.
"I'm at total loss for words. How did all of you know about this?" he asked, replacing his glasses and peering around at all the members of the Host Club. They all smiled knowingly as Tamaki stepped onto the deck, looking bashful. At that moment, Kyouya knew immediately what had happened: the blonde had told them about the whole thing. It was all rather overwhelming in that sudden instance and the young man really needed to sit down. So the group retreated below deck and managed to find a pool that no one else had happened to find. They spent the remainder of the afternoon there relaxing and shooting the bull. When the boat finally got back to the hotel, they went out for dinner at a rather nice local restaurant and had a lovely evening. They didn't get back until late and they all went to their rooms to get some sleep considering that tomorrow was their last day there and they were leaving the following afternoon. Once everyone was in their rooms prepping for bed, Kyouya and Tamaki snuck out for a midnight stroll along the beach.
The night was very humid, so they both had taken their shirts off. A soft, light breeze blew across the sand and gentle waves perfectly. The moon was almost full, casting down silvery light that sparkled off the water and gave everything a pale glow. Tamaki's hair looked simply stunning in the moonlight and his skin was ever so flawless; Kyouya couldn't help but stare at his bare chest as they walked along the beach, leaving footprints in the sand that were soon washed away by the waves. Their fingers were laced together the whole time. If they were to be observed from afar, they would have looked simply perfect, as if one had snapped a picture for a postcard. Tamaki glanced over at the raven haired teen that walked beside him. Though Kyouya was maybe half a head shorter than he was, he still managed to look so much older than the taller young man beside him. Tamaki just needed to kiss him now to wipe that serious look from his features and make him smile that smile that killed the blonde every time he saw it. Suddenly, he spun the elder boy toward him and drew him in by his shoulders for a tender, affectionate kiss. Of course, Kyouya returned the advance with another kiss, one equally as caring and intimate as the one he had just received. They exchanged smooches and saliva under the light of the moon for some time before they stopped for air. Tamaki's cheeks were flushed a vibrant peach that was stunning and tantalizing in the pale light. Kyouya also had a soft flush, one that stood out in contrast to his dark hair and monochrome eyes. In a flash of movement, both young men were on the cool sand, their bodies hot against each other as they continued to lock lips. Hands touched skin intimately and lips fluttered to necks, collar bones, and chests. Everything happened in a hazy, sexy fog. It was as if Kyouya had done this before… He stopped abruptly, his body going stiff under Tamaki's touch. The blonde let out a little huff as he propped himself up on his elbows as the glasses clad boy scrambled off of him. "Kyo, are you alright? What'sa matter? Kyo, you can't get me worked up like this and then just stop. Come on," he whined as he looked over at the young man next to him, sitting up rigidly with his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees. "Kyooooo, what is it? Did I touch you weird or somethin'?" Kyouya shook his head.
"No, you didn't. No, I just, uh, have to go do something. I'll, um, uh, see you back at the room," he said awkwardly before getting up from the sand and practically sprinting away from Tamaki, who was feeling terribly hurt and let down. What had just happened? As the megane was making his exit as quick as he could, he wiped stray tears from his eyes. He was such an idiot. How could he have forgotten what had happened two nights ago when he had gotten angry at Tamaki for falling asleep on him? How could he have forgotten about Kaoru's text? How could he have forgotten about the things they did on the beach together? The moans? The groans? The scratches on his back? God, he was such a stupid, stupid idiot and he hated himself for what he had done to Kaoru and what he was doing to Tamaki. As he ran away, he had tears streaming down his face. It was the worst Kyouya had every cried in his life since his mother had passed on. He had balled his eyes out at her funeral. But this, this was terrible. The tears just wouldn't stop. Even when he locked himself in the bathroom and Tamaki came into the room and tried to get him to come out and talk about what was going on. He was scared about the elder boy. He had never done anything so emotional. Tamaki was supposed to be the one always blubbering, not his precious Kyouya. Eventually the blonde went to sleep. Kyouya stayed in the bathroom the whole night, crying silently and wishing to God he hadn't been so weak and lonely and selfish.