Author's note: Welcome to my usual style of fanfic, where the story begins to really deserve it's M-rating. Fair warning...there is no such thing as taboo in this fic. It would go against the grain of the story. So if you're bothered by graphic sex...well, what the hell are you doing reading my stories, anyway? LOL That said, on with the story!

"They'll be here in 20 minutes," Hikaru called out, hearing Kaoru's muffled reply through the bathroom door and the sound of rushing water. If they didn't have company coming over, he would have likely joined his twin in the shower – it really had been a while since they'd 'played' together – but he knew if he got his hands on Kaoru's water-slick skin it would take a lot longer than twenty minutes to be done with him, and it wouldn't do to keep Honey and Mori waiting when they're invited the cousins over in the first place. Hikaru sighed and resigned himself to an evening of mild frustration. He looked up as the bathroom door opened.

Check that. Major frustration.

Kaoru wandered into their shared bedroom, completely uncaring of his nudity, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. Hikaru's mouth went dry as he watched a stray drop of water glide down his brother's chest, over his trim stomach. Not realizing how preoccupied Hikaru was, the younger Hitachiin carelessly tossed his towel over the back of a nearby chair and crouched down in front of the dresser.

"So once Honey and Mori agree, we should be able to convince Haru to -" he broke off as he turned around and saw his twin standing at the bedside, eyes passion-dark and half lidded, clutching the antique footboard in a white-knuckled grip. Comprehension hit him immediately and his devilish side sprang to the surface.

"Hikaru, is everything okay?" he asked nonchalantly, leaning one hip against the dresser and raking his fingers through his hair, letting his clothing dangle from his other hand with careless insolence. "You seem...strained." Knowing it could be dangerous to play this game when Hikaru was this wound up didn't deter him in the least. "Maybe we should get you in bed – you look a bit flushed." The low snarl was all the warning Kaoru had before he found himself pinned to the dresser by five-feet-ten-inches of very aroused male.

"You've got three seconds to get on your knees or I'm going to put you there," Hikaru growled in his ear as he ran his hands across Kaoru's naked chest. Never one to deny his brother – or himself – anything, Kaoru sunk gracefully to the ground and nuzzled his cheek on the prominent bulge in his twin's slacks. He leaned forward and opened his mouth against the material, exhaling warm breath that made Hikaru gasp.

"For fuck's sake, stop teasing me, Kao," Hikaru pleaded, moaning when his brother took pity on him and unfastened his pants, pulling them down in one practiced movement. Usually this was the point that Kaoru would get playful, teasing, but he knew how badly Hikaru needed this release – and really, they didn't have time for much more than a quick interlude, so he simply leaned forward, relaxed, and sucked the full length of Hikaru's shaft down his throat.

Being twins made it easy for them to please each other. Kaoru could read every moan, every whimper, even every silence, working his lips and tongue in rhythms he was well versed in, pulling gasps and groans from Hikaru as he bobbed his head. He ran his fingers up his elder brother's legs, wrapping his hands around the backs of his thighs. With Hikaru it was a dead giveaway – as soon as his taut leg muscles began to quiver, he was close to climax. Kaoru took great pride in being able to bring him to that point so easily. Sure enough, a few hard sucks was all it took. Hikaru's legs began to shake and he threaded his fingers through Kaoru's hair. Knowing what it would do to him Kaoru slowly looked up, eyes wide and innocent as his cheeks hollowed around his brother's stiff member. The effect was instantaneous.

"Kao – my god!" Hikaru gasped as he thrust forward, shooting load after load of hot cream into Kaoru's waiting mouth, gasping in bliss as the younger one swallowed eagerly, determined not to miss a drop. Completely undone, he sank to the ground and lay back, pulling Kaoru into his arms and melding his lips to the ones that had just given him so much pleasure. He could feel his brother's naked erection pressing against his hip and gently stroked his fingers down the length.

"Kao, you are so beautiful. I promise, I will take good care of you tonight," he murmured, the two laying there kissing gently.

"Aww, and we weren't invited?" a small voice spoke up, laced with amusement. Too shattered to move, the twins raised amber gazes to the two in the doorway who were regarding them with fond smiles.

"Well, Honey, if we'd known you wanted to play we'd have waited 'til you got here to start our game," they said in unison. Honey laughed out loud and bounced over to flop down on the enormous bed. Mori just closed the door, shaking his head and chuckling. With a final kiss and a sigh Hikaru sat up and gave his brother a gentle push.

"You should put some pants on at least," he murmured as he pulled his own back up and fastened them. "We do have things to talk about, you know. And," he said more loudly, "we don't want to make our guests uncomfortable." They looked over at the cousins, laughing out loud at Mori's wry grin and Honey's expertly innocent smile. Truth be told, the Haninozuka heir was far more kinky than anyone else they knew, something no one outside the Club – no one except the twins, in fact – were aware of. His cousin wasn't far behind, either. They'd played with the twins on a number of occasions, a situation that left everyone well pleased.

"Oh don't get dressed on our account, Kao-chan," Honey said blithely. "You've got a a gorgeous cock."

Even knowing Honey's true devil-may-care attitude towards sex, hearing such a blatantly dirty phrase come out of such an exceptionally childlike mouth never failed to make both twins blush...something the eldest Host enjoyed using to full effect. His laughter was the soundtrack to Kaoru's reverse striptease and soon enough all four were lounging, fully clothed, awaiting the maid bringing refreshments.

"So since you obviously didn't invite us over to play," Honey said with a smirk, "why are we here?"

"Haruhi," was all Hikaru had to say, the single word snapping their guests to attention like nothing else could have.

"Is everything okay? She's not in trouble or anything, is she?" Gone was the happy-go-lucky boy – in its place was a darker, more serious Honey, his obvious protectiveness coming to the fore. The expression on Mori's face said the same thing without words.

"No, nothing like that," Kaoru reassured them. "It's just -"

"she isn't helping her father's friend."

"She just wants a mini-vacation -"

"- where the Boss won't annoy her -"

"- and she can have some alone time to think and relax."

"We're trying to convince her to come with us -"

"- but it'll only work if we all promise to leave her alone and not tell Tamaki -"

"- 'cause he's oblivious and obnoxious and she's already annoyed with him." Honey and Mori didn't even need to think about it.

"What do we have to do?" the blonde asked.

"Well, we've already talked to Kyoya and he's on board. We just have to talk Haru into it. But if she knows we're all in this together and willing to give her the space she needs, we're sure we can convince her."

"Count us in!" said Honey, Mori nodding in agreement. "We can't have a vacation without Haru-chan, even if she doesn't want to hang out with us all the time. It's better to have her there than to have her...not there. We'd all worry about her."

"That was our thought," the twins agreed simultaneously. "The only question is – where will she stay?"

"She can sleep in my room," Honey said in his most adorably guileless voice.

"No WAY!" laughed Kaoru.

"Not a chance!" his twin echoed, also laughing.

"Aww, why not?" The expression on the small host's face would have been believably sinless to anyone less versed than the Hitachiins in recognizing devilry and mischief.

"We KNOW you, Haninozuka. Keeping Haruhi naked and handcuffed to your bed for four days at your mercy isn't the type of vacation she needs."

"I suppose you're right," he responded with a rueful sigh. "Still, it sure would be fun." They all laughed in amused agreement. And the gleam of wickedness in Honey's eyes reminded everyone that the cherubic host was far from being the pure, innocent child he was so good at playing.

Despite her apprehension at cooking for a man who had professional chefs at his beck and call, Haruhi was quite pleased with the way things turned out. And if the way Kyoya cleaned his plate, as well as having a second helping, was any indication, he'd enjoyed the simple fare as well. Conversation had – after a bit of a rocky start – become easy and carefree, ranging from schoolwork to law to medicine to family life. Haruhi was amazed. Not only did her companion open up more than she'd ever heard, but she found she felt comfortable talking about anything and everything with him. He had a dry wit, a sharp sense of humor and a sharper tongue, and more than once she felt her temper flare in response to one of his offhanded comments only to see a gleam of amusement from behind his glasses. She realized quickly that he had fun baiting her and, honestly, she enjoyed the challenge of keeping up with his quick mind and flowing thoughts. To her surprise he insisted on helping her carry the dishes to the sink and on refilling their tea while she put everything to soak. They returned to the living room and Kyoya took advantage of a lull in conversation to change the topic.

"Haruhi," he began softly. "I know that the Club can be a bit much to handle every day. But you've integrated yourself into our world, our lives. I would be lying if I said I didn't...think of your well-being. And you are very important to the rest of them as well. The Hitachiins seem to think the sun rises and sets on you. Honey-senpai is completely infatuated, Mori-senpai is protective, and Tamaki is...well, he's Tamaki." They both chuckled before he continued.

"We would love for you to come with us to the beach. I can thoroughly understand your need for peace and quiet – lord knows I have that same wish so often. And I can promise that all of us will try our level best to ensure you get the solitude you wish for. But I must be totally honest. We want you there for selfish reasons as well. You've become a...touchstone, of sorts, I suppose. In all truthfulness none of us would be able to relax if we weren't certain that you were okay. We want you there as much to assure ourselves of your comfort as much as wanting to make sure you are safe." He could see her independent nature beginning to burn in her eyes and he held up a hand, silently asking her to let him continue.

"None of us deny your ability to handle yourself – especially with your recent...confrontation...with Tamaki," he added wryly. "And it's not because you're female or weak. It's because we care about you and because the only way we get to show that is by pampering and watching out for you. Coming from the families we do, it's not like we have a chance to spoil one another." He smiled and Haruhi felt some of her anger drain away. "Is it any wonder, then, that when someone comes along that we all care for, that person gets rather...doted upon?" He paused, giving her time to think about his words. However it was at that precise moment that the front door opened to admit a worn-looking Ranka, heels in hand.

"By god, that was a rough night," he began, dropping his shoes on the floor and slumping against a wall, passing a hand over tired eyes. "A whole group of tourists and not a single ounce of manners or class among them. I have to say, Haruhi, I am so thankful you've found friends in more responsible families. Knowing you're around people who know how to be polite and decent to others puts my mind at ease." Finished with his rant he opened his eyes, which opened wider when he saw who was sitting beside his daughter. Immediately his entire demeanor changed.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Kyoya-san," he gushed. "Had I known Haruhi was entertaining a guest I never would have spoken so freely. Please forgive my behavior!"

"Nonsense, Ranka-sama, it is fine. I had simply come over to drop off some of Haruhi's classwork she accidentally left in the Club room today. She was kind enough to offer me refreshment. Unfortunately I must be going. I have my own schoolwork to complete, after all," he said teasingly to Haruhi, making her shake her head and smile. Gathering up his bag amidst Ranka's protests that he didn't need to rush off so soon, really, he looked one more time at the girl beside him.

"You will think about the idea?"

"I will," she nodded.

"Very good. We'll talk tomorrow. Have a pleasant evening." With that he disappeared out the door, heading out to the waiting limousine. Haruhi had the most absurd urge to watch until he made it to the car – ridiculous, really. Instead she squashed the temptation and closed the door, turning around to find her father, still shoeless, regarding her with a knowing look.

"What?" she asked, a bit snappish. Ranka just raised an eyebrow, the motion as full of meaning as any words he could have said. She huffed her annoyance and walked over to the pile of papers on the table. Stuffing the incriminating-looking conversation in between pages of biology work she took the pile and calmly walked to her room. Just as she knew he would be, when she turned back around her father was standing just outside her doorway.

"What are you supposed to be thinking about?" he inquired innocently. She figured she may as well tell him. Perhaps he'd have some insight that would help. She briefly explained the offer she'd had to accompany the club and the terms therein.

"So basically, they want you to come along but they promise to respect your wishes for company, whatever those wishes may be?" She nodded. "Sounds like it could be a good idea. Because honestly, Haru, you know that if you went anywhere else without your boys you'd be bored and listless by the end of the first day. You're far too much a part of their lives now – and they yours – to be content apart. I'll admit I never thought you would find such a close group of friends, let alone that they would all be boys, but I'm very happy that you did." He swept her up in a hug and she let him, allowing herself to enjoy the loving comfort that came from being wrapped safely in her father's arms. Eventually, though, he yawned and shook his head. With a silent gesture she shooed him off to go change clothes. By the time he came back out she had his dinner ready and waiting for him. His grateful smile was all the thanks she needed.

"Just leave the dishes for me when you're done. I'll wash them before school tomorrow. I'm going to get some sleep now. Love you, Dad," she said, kissing his upturned cheek as he mumbled what might have been 'good night' around a mouthful of rice. All in all, Haruhi thought as she readied herself for bed, it had been a fairly pleasant evening.

Her last thought before dropping off was that she really felt she should go along with the Club. It just seemed...right.