They headed back to their cabin, hearing nothing but silence as they stepped out of the treeline near the cousins' building. But as they were passing by the one their other two friends were staying in, a sound came through the window – a deep, rumbling, drawn-out moan. They looked at each other, eyes wide. That was the type of sound whose connotations they knew very well. In perfect accord they crept closer so they could look in the window...and then they stayed to watch.

The advantages to having a lover were many, Kyoya realized, especially when the one in question was infinitely curious and very open-minded. He grinned at the expression of surrender on Tamaki's face as, naked and bound to the bedposts, the blond writhed and whimpered under the Shadow King's ministrations. The boy really was a delight to play with. Kyoya was almost regretful that they hadn't come together sooner. He was crouched over the nude prince, still wearing his swim trunks though his shirt was long since discarded, just listening to Tamaki's whimpers as he begged for more.

"I believe I like you like this," the dark host said with a grin. "You are actually quite gorgeous, you know."

"Kyoya, please!" Those violet eyes were filled with need, with love, with lust. On Tamaki the expression was almost ethereal.

"I'm sorry, did you want something?" His voice was, as usual, calm and collected. He'd been tormenting the blond for a while now. Tamaki had been enthusiastic when Kyoya took the lead and had nearly melted with arousal when the brunette asked to restrain him. The youngest Ootori found it to be a massive turn on to be able to touch and stroke his lover with impunity, and seeing that the Host King thoroughly enjoyed his bondage was a drug all on its own. Kyoya had been a bit reserved to start, regardless of the fact that it had been his idea to begin with, but the encouraging words and pleas for more quickly demolished any reticence the Shadow King might have had; incidentally, it was also perilously close to destroying his determination to not actually have sex for a while.

"Kyoya...je veux que vous...please..." He doubted the blond was even aware that he was spouting French and for some reason that thought – that he'd unwound Tamaki to the point of mental distraction – was the last straw. He leaned down and took his lover's lips in a heated kiss, stretching out along the blond's lithe body, suppressing a moan of his own at the feel of that smooth skin against his own as the disheveled prince met him with equal passion. He broke off slowly, teasingly.

"If I take care of your...problem..." Kyoya said with a smirk as he trailed one hand down to rest near Tamaki's groin, drawing a desperate whine from him, "I expect you to make it worth my while."

"Anything...Kyoya please...just touch me...je ferai tout ce que vous voulez..." The brunette's eyes darkened, the coal-black depths gleaming with triumph.

"Yes, you will," he replied steadily, knowing he'd won. With a deft movement that looked far more practiced than it actually was, Kyoya grasped the blond's painfully erect member and squeezed it, tugging upwards along the length. He was rewarded with a keening moan, Tamaki's eyes rolling back as his hips thrust upward. Smiling wickedly he let go and got up off the bed.

"Kyoya!" Tamaki wailed as he thrashed against his silken bonds, his voice alarmed and frantic. It took only a few seconds for the dark-haired boy to retrieve a bottle from his bag and return, but the blond was already shaking.

"So responsive..." he murmured, making sure his lover could see him opening the bottle and letting a thin stream of the glossy liquid collect in his palm. He closed the lube and dropped it on the mattress, taking a good long look at the boy on the bed. Lavender eyes dark with need, his long, lean body stretched by the scarves, toned and slender muscles covered by miles of ivory skin, his cock twitching with desire – Kyoya hadn't just been paying lip service earlier. Tamaki was truly beautiful. With a smirk the brunette reached down and stroked him once more, smoothing the thick liquid over the other boy's hardened staff. This time he didn't tease. Not only did he feel he'd tormented his friend enough, but watching Tamaki come apart was a sight Kyoya knew he could easily get addicted to.

"Mon dieu...oui...faster, Kyoya..." Oh, that babble, that multilingual pleading; Kyoya had never considered different languages arousing, but hearing the blend of Japanese, English, and French slipping so easily from the blond's nimble tongue suddenly struck him as extremely erotic. He acquiesced to the boy's begging, moving his hand faster, squeezing harder. It didn't take long at all – Tamaki had been on the bring for a while by this point – and he cried out Kyoya's name as he arched and stiffened, his climax hitting hard. The brunette kept tugging, gently now, watching with a bit of pride as shot after shot of hot cream burst forth to rain down on the flushed, sweat-damp skin of Tamaki's stomach. His own cock was so hard that it was almost aching and the feeling of it chafing against his trunks was uncomfortable, but he knew his turn was imminent. Sure enough, once the Host King came back to earth he gazed up at the brunette with a satisfied grin, a promise in those shining lilac eyes.

"I can't thank you properly unless you untie me," he whispered.

"Well, then, maybe I should let you go." Kyoya's fingers were deft at untying the silk and it was only the work of a few short minutes before his captive was released. On shaky legs Tamaki walked to the bathroom and the waiting brunette heard the water run. When the prince emerged he was much steadier, all traces of his lust washed from his skin. With a graceful stride he walked over to stand in front of his lover, every emotion he felt utterly visible in his eyes.

"Stand still," he whispered, sinking to his knees, and Kyoya gasped as the blond ran his hand over the bulge in his swim trunks.

"So do your no-sex rules apply to blowjobs as well?" Tamaki asked innocently, looking up as he slid Kyoya's pants off in one smooth movement. The sight of the Host King on his knees, mouth but inches from his needy erection, blasted away whatever logical thought the Shadow King might normally have been able to summon. He opened his mouth but found that his voice had fled in the face of Tamaki's desire and his own.

"I'll take that as a no," the blond purred. Strong fingers wrapped around the base of Kyoya's cock to steady it and then Tamaki's tongue ran along the length of his shaft before those sinful lips wrapped around the tip. Kyoya groaned, loud and long, the sound coming from somewhere deep within. He let his head fall back, let his hands come to rest in soft golden hair, relaxed fully into Tamaki's ministrations. The feel of the moist suction on his dick was amazing, absolutely amazing, and his fingers clenched rhythmically in his lover's silky strands in time with the slow, deep bobbing of the kneeling host's head. He felt fingertips trace their way northward along his thigh and shivered. But when those fingers suddenly fondled his balls he let out a small yelp and thrust forward in shock – causing his shaft to slide deeper than Tamaki had been ready for. The blond choked a bit, pulling back to catch his breath, and Kyoya immediately felt horrible. When he tried to apologize, however, it was waved away with a cough and a grin.

"We'll just have to practice more," the other boy said wickedly as his hands maintained the motion his mouth had started. It didn't take long for him to recover, however, and soon enough Kyoya was reduced to a panting mess again. Tamaki urged him to step backward until he was pressed against the foot board of the bed, giving him something to lean against – a consideration the obsidian-eyed host was very grateful for as his knees began to shake with the strain of his impending peak. His hands were once more sliding through the soft strands of his lover's hair, his breath coming in short gasps and soft moans. He was close, so very close...at the critical moment he tried to pull back but apparently Tamaki had anticipated that, following the motion of Kyoya's hips and humming around his cock. That was all it took. Groaning out the blond's name Kyoya exploded into that hot, wet warmth, knees nearly buckling with the force of his orgasm. A dim part of his mind registered the sensation of Tamaki swallowing a few times before continuing his attentions with his hand instead, panting almost as hard as Kyoya was. With the positions they were in the last of the Shadow King's seed slid over the pianist's hands and dripped down onto his bare thighs. Kyoya's hands gripped the foot board as though it was the only thing holding him up. Truth be told, it probably was. As his vision refocused he gazed in wonder at the angel at his feet, the young man who had given him such pleasure. Said angel was regarding his fingers curiously and, while Kyoya watched in dazed surprise, he lifted them to his lips and licked them clean.

"You know, Kyoya," he said, still a bit breathless, "that wasn't as weird as I thought it would be." Kyoya goggled, his composure not having returned just yet.

"Weird?" he managed. Tamaki nodded, climbing to his feet.

"Yeah. I'd wondered if I'd be...well, if it would be, I don't know, gross." The blond sounded oddly unsure, and it struck Kyoya as...cute.

"And?" he asked. The Host King looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Well, I guess I wasn't expecting it to be som warm," he mused, mind obviously on its own tangent. The Shadow King chuckled. He wondered if the blond even realized he was still standing naked with traces of Kyoya's juices on his legs. By the way he continued talking, the brunette figured he didn't.

"And I'd heard some people really don't like the taste, but it wasn't bad at all. A bit thicker than I'd thought, more like...I don't know, a milkshake. Only hot. And not very sweet." Kyoya couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Tamaki?" Violet eyes finally met his own.

"Yes?"

"You have my come on your thighs." The Host King looked down curiously, then shrugged.

"I also have sea water in my hair. I think I'm going to take a shower."

"Probably a good idea," the brunette said cordially. To his shock the blond leaned forward and kissed him lightly, affectionately.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, mon amour. Keep the bed warm for me?" Kyoya could only nod. He watched, still a bit stunned, as the incredible young man he loved disappeared into the bathroom before shaking himself and turning to change into his pajama pants.

Back in their cabin the twins just stood and stared at each other, wearing matching expressions of amusement. Hikaru broke the silence with a chuckle.

"I wondered if those two would ever get their act together," he smirked. Kaoru was already stripping off his trunks and heading for the shower.

"I know. I mean, it was obvious that they were into each other; I just didn't think it was obvious to them." As he adjusted the water temperature his brother joined him, idly brushing sand from his hair with his fingertips, still grinning.

"That was pretty hot though," the elder said with a smile.

"Except the part where Tama choked," Kaoru laughed, joined by his brother. "He really needs to work on his gag reflex." They stepped into the shower together and Hikaru ran a finger down his twin's spine.

"Maybe you should give him some pointers, eh?" he suggested jokingly. Kaoru turned around and faced his brother, leaning his head back into the spray and sighing in relief as the damp grains of sand began to wash out.

"Maybe I should," he agreed. A thought occurred to him then. "Hey – I wonder if that's why he was so calm when we flirted with him yesterday?" Hikaru shrugged.

"Could be. If the Boss was a virgin until recently it would make sense that he'd be easily flustered." He picked up the shampoo and gestured for Kaoru to turn around, squirting some of the silky liquid into his hands.

"And if this thing between them is a recent development – oh, right there, that feels great – then it could mean Tamaki-senpai has finally learned that sex isn't something to be uncomfortable about." Kaoru's words degenerated to a low sound, something akin to a purr, as his brother's skilled fingers combined shampoo application with a scalp massage. Conversation came to a halt as they showered, washing each other with familiar motions. Only after they were salt- and sand-free and curled up in bed together did Hikaru speak.

"She didn't know it would piss you off, you know," he murmured into his younger brother's hair. Kaoru sighed.

"I know. But you know how much it bugs me." He paused. "I wonder if 'seme' and 'uke' were part of that research she mentioned?"

"Probably," the elder murmured, shifting his arm so his twin could cuddle closer. "You know Haruhi. If she'd known that it bothered you she never would have called you that, even in anger." He rubbed a hand soothingly along Kaoru's back. "She really was something, though, wasn't she? I've never seen her so mad."

"She did have a point, though. We kind of just jumped in to kissing her without thinking of how it might make her feel – especially since she lost her first kiss to another girl."

"Yeah." They lay together in the quiet night, the events of the day beginning to catch up with them.

"Kao?" The question was a sleepy murmur.

"Yeah?" The response was even closer to slumber.

"What was it like? To kiss her like that? To have her kiss you back?" The sigh that echoed through the room was both wistful and content.

"It was...magic."

"Magic?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"I'll..." Hikaru yawned, almost asleep now. "I'll have to try it sometime."

"Don't forget...to ask first..." The two rascally redheads slipped into sleep curled in each others' arms.

Author's note: Four more chapters will mark the end of the part of the story I had pre-written before I started posting. I didn't realize how much there was that I'd already had completed. Once more, it might take me a bit longer to find time to type up the next chapter as I have a ton of stuff to do on the home front with preparing for Phoenix Comic Con in May and my fifth wedding anniversary vacation next week, but I promise as soon as I have time to sit and type up the next chapter it will be done. :)

Also, here's the translations of what Tamaki was babbling in French for those who don't speak it:

je veux que vous - I want you

je ferai tout ce que vous voulez - I'll do whatever you want

Mon dieu...oui - My god...yes