Kiss Kiss Fall In Love

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Chapter Four: Sick Day
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During the night, Tamaki had flung his arms and one leg around Kyoya, thinking he was some warm type of fluffy pillow. He remained like that the rest of the night, with Kyoya's head tucked safely near his chest to protect him from his flailing limbs. Now, when the sun was just beginning to peek its face over the horizon, the blond stirred, then he sat bolt upright in bed, forgetting in a panic where he was at. Kyoya's head thunked down on the mattress below. He made a small sound and turned over, but otherwise did not react. Tamaki whipped his head around at the sound, still sleep-befuddled, but when he realized where he was he gave a low chuckle and swiped some strands of hair out of his eyes.

"Just a dream..."

Nightmare, rather. He pushed the cobwebs of slumber away. He didn't want to dwell on it. Tamaki's eyes fluttered down to where the noise had come from, curious now that he was awake. He smiled with pleasure when he saw that a Kyoya had in fact made it. Oh, and how perfectly content he looked! Getting at least eight hours of sleep did wonder for his friend, in more ways than one. With a laugh Tamaki flopped on top of him in a boyish fashion, giving his side a little tickle.

"Kyoooyaaa, it's morning now, time to put the dreams away," he called softly, watching the other's face while still half draped over his abdomen. The Ohtori opened his dark eyes, blinking sleepily up at him.

"Nnnn..."

It seemed to take him a moment, but he remembered the previous day's events.

"Ah. Tamaki?"

He pushed that soft hair out of his eyes, then wrapped both arms around him.

"When did I fall asleep...?"

Tamaki blinked at him, honestly surprised that Kyoya's arms were now around him of their own volition. But it was very welcome surprise! He adjusted himself so that he was stretched out on his side next to Kyoya again, head propped up by his hand as he contemplated the other boy.

"You fell asleep last night, remember? You said you always adored my cologne...?" Tamaki couldn't help but grin down at him.

He was delighted when he blushed, even if it was a tiny one that quickly vanished from his face.

“Perhaps...” came the muttered reply as he glanced away.

A mischievous idea occurred to him.

"I'm glad that you like it," he whispered huskily, eyelids lowering as he put himself into 'woo-the-princess' mode.

"In fact, I'll remember your lovely face each time I put some on, so that I can bring you a little bit of France's springtime every time we meet each other..."

Throughout his little speech the blonde's face had gotten closer, lips puckered, as if he might... but no, Tamaki stood from the bed with a laugh and stretched languorously, toddling about the room in search of his discarded uniform.

"Where are you going?" Kyoya demanded mildly as he sat up stretching, himself. The other looked like he might flop down again any second. .

"We are supposed to be sick, remember?"

...Oh, yeah.

"You're right, that slipped my mind," said Tamaki, pausing and turning to face Kyoya, a hand rising up and resting in his hair as indecision crossed his face.

The others were more than capable of running the club while they were away, right? For a day or two, at least, and it wouldn't be hard to make up the work for his classes. ...And of course there was that shadow-skinned student, with the smooth voice yet sharp actions... goosebumps broke out on the blonde's skin just thinking about the other day. He didn't realize it, but he had been pacing to and fro as he thought. Decision made, he came to the side of the bed with hands on his hips, face serious as he looked down at his friend.

"Ah ah ah, no more sleeping, now!” he chided his friend. “You've gotten more than enough sleep last night, thanks to me," he gave a smug little wink at his last words, reaching down and ruffling his hand in Kyoya's hair in an attempt to get the other moving.

That was his excuse, anyways. He just wanted to touch those soft locks. Besides, there were all kinds of things to do, now that they weren't in school. He never was a late sleeper. Hmm, what to do with all this free time...? He watched surreptitiously over his shoulder as Kyoya finally swung his legs around and stood. The back of his hand stiffled a yawn as he looked around for his glasses. A blush of his own touched the Suoh's face for a second before a thought shoved all previous though from his mind. He spun fully around, eyes now wide and glittering with excitement.

"Kyoya! I just remembered! Near here today, the commoners are having a festival... with food and games and prizes."

He didn't have to say the rest; his blue eyes said it for him, though he did anyway: "Please Kyoya, let's go together for once, okay? It'll be fun!"

The blond had already whipped out his cellphone before the other had a chance to open his mouth and refuse, dialing his chauffeur at the second mansion so he could get some proper clothes on before they went.

"I would not advise it," he remarked, predictably, but Tamaki ignored him, rushing headlong ahead with his idea.

The Ohtori raised an eyebrow and walked over to his desk. Rather pointedly, Kyoya sat down at it. Tamaki still refused to take his implicit 'no' for an answer. He wanted to go to the fair, with Kyoya! He continued speaking cheerfully on the phone, finally closing it and turning to Kyoya with a large smile. He walked up behind him and gave him a backwards hug, chest pressed to the others back.

"Ahh, mon ami..." Tamaki began to speak softly in French, and though his words were unclear his tone clearly expressed his gratitude for having Kyoya as a loyal friend.

He rarely spoke in French because he never had to, but when he was especially happy it was nicer to express it in his first language. The language of love! Tamaki blew playfully in Kyoya's ear and then moved away with a laugh. He switched back to Japanese.

"My chauffeur will be here in a few minutes; I'll sneak through the mansion and get changed, and then I'm coming back here to pick you up, even if you scream and kick the whole way!" warned Tamaki, enjoying his own pun.

He danced out of the room, leaving Kyoya still typing away. Ten or twenty minutes later, Tamaki's limo pulled into the Ohtori driveway again, and in another minute the sound of his feet could be heard with quick, excited footsteps to his friend's room. The blonde burst through Kyoya's door, panting a little (his room at the Suoh mansion was upstairs), and dressed in a quick get-up he had thought of himself. Tamaki made a small tutting noise when he saw what Kyoya was up to, putting his hands on his hips and sauntering up to him.

"Kyoya, you're not even dressed yet!" he chided, giving the other's hair a little affectionate tug, and then walked over to his closet, rummaging about for an outfit the Kyoya could wear.

Tamaki wasn't quite as good as the twins when picking clothes--his style usually consisted of random bits of stuff that added up alright--but he wasn't too bad, either, in his own opinion.

"Ah! How about you wear this?" he exclaimed, bringing out a black turtle-neck and long white coat. "It might be a little chilly later on, if we stay for the fireworks," he chattered, laying the clothes out on the bed and looking at his friend expectantly. The other stood with a sigh, coming to see the fruit of his labors. Tamaki was carefully scrutinizing Kyoya's face as he studied his clothing choices, eyes going big when he saw the lip turn slightly down.

“I don't remember buying these clothes,” the dark-haired boy commented idly.

"But they'll look so good on you, Kyoya," the blonde insisted, taking the coat and holding it up to Kyoya's chest, a pleased smile crossing his lips as he examined his friend. "Come on... just take these off..."

Growing impatient, Tamaki began lifting up at the hem of Kyoya's pajama shirt, fully ready to dress the Ohtori himself if the need arose. His friend reddened, pulling the hem back down.

"I, ah, can dress myself, Tamaki," he interjected hastily.

He took the clothes and retreated into the bathroom, taking the adorable expression with him. He pursed his lips speculatively, but allowed Kyoya to retreat, clasping his hands behind his back and circling about his room instead, impatient to be gone. Precious minutes that he could have been basking in fried foods and stuffed prizes were being wasted!

Tamaki spun around as soon as the door cracked open, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling back at the Kyoya who peeked out so grumpily. He looked irritated--that was never a good sign--so he approached a bit more slowly than he usually would.

"Come out all the way so I can see you," he said, hands slipping into his jeans pockets, resisting the urge to just pull him bodily from the bathroom. Kyoya stepped out unhappily, tugging at the collar of the coat.

"Must I really wear this?" he complained.

"Of course you must!" said Tamaki, relaxing a bit when he saw that Kyoya wasn't in an exactly horrible mood, only semi-horrible.

The blonde linked his arm with the Ohtori's, leading him downstairs and to the waiting limo that still sat on his driveway.

"You look perfect in it anyway, Kyoya,” he declared. “Just think of the pair we'll make!"

He opened the door for his friend and ushered him inside, closely following him onto the plush leather seats. The other grunted irritably in reply, but climbed into the limousine. Giddy and excited, for most of the way Tamaki sat very straight, hands clasped in his lap, gazing out the window with wondering eyes. It was as if at any moment he would roll down the window and stick his head out, hair flapping and tongue hanging like an eager puppy.


"Ahh, look, Kyoya! Look how small those adorable houses are! But how do they have room to live..."

Musing on this and continuing to point out more 'adorable' things, the car soon pulled up into a gravel parking lot, the tents and rides and food stalls set up in an open field, with people milling about. Tamaki was out of the car even before it was in park (again), running around to Kyoya's side, opening the door, and yanking at his friend's arm. Tamaki continued to drag the unwilling Kyoya behind him, clutching onto his hand as crowds threatened to break them apart, not even letting go when a person wanted to pass through them.

"Kyoya, let's have funnel cake!" said Tamaki, sniffing the air and pointing excitedly to a stall that sold the sugary desert.

"And what, pray tell, is funnel cake?" he demanded grumpily.

Despite his less than stellar attitude, Kyoya wasn't resisting his towing.

"It's delicious," Tamaki responded simply, already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and handing his credit card off to the cashier.

The cashier handed it right back, explaining that they only took cash, which caused the blond to turn and stare at Kyoya patiently. He was certain the other had a solution. Grumbling, his friend fished out his own wallet, thumbing through the contents.

"How much?" he sighed.

Tamaki only raised his eyebrows; in his world one bought, then looked at the bill once they got the receipt. "Ten dollars," the cashier piped in; they were only meant to be four for one whole cake, but it was obvious that by the clothing these two wore and Tamaki's shiny plastic, they could afford things much more expensive. Tamaki had already walked off to find a table for them, taking a seat at one that was nearest to the ferris wheel, watching it start up and go around with wondering eyes. The blond was very aware that he usually didn't act the way a seventeen year old should; but when he was little he was almost always staying at his sick mother's side, playing the piano for her and trying to make her happy.

"Kyoooya, over here!" said Tamaki, waving to the black-haired Ohtori as he turned with the cake in his hands.

He made his way over to Tamaki, setting the entire cake in front of him and a canned tea next to it.

"So where do we go first?" Kyoya asked in a sort of resigned tone.

"I want to go on that," announced Tamaki, taking a humongous bite of his funnel cake and making a 'mmm' sound in the back of his throat.

He pointed backwards at the ferris wheel, which shuddered to a stop, letting out passengers and letting more in. The foundations were rusted, and it swayed in the wind, and the gondolas creaked and whined as they swung this way and that.

"And then maybe on that afterwards." Tamaki pointed ahead of him at a ride that put you in little pill-shaped cars, that swung you around and turned you upside down and up and down.

Already done with his whole funnel cake in the time it took to say that, Tamaki immediately rose, smiling down and holding out a hand for Kyoya.

“Come on!” he enthused.

Standing up, the boy took Tamaki's hand and pulled him, this time, but away from the fun-looking rides.

"Let me win you a prize," Kyoya suggested before he could complain.

Tamaki's eyes lit up, attention immediately pulled away from the rides and centered on Kyoya.

"You really would, Kyoya? But you know what I've heard, the prizes are hard to get..."

Tamaki rambled on, willingly letting his friend tug him to the little booths where games were set up. He caught up to him so that they walked side by side, fingers intertwining with Kyoya's, sauntering proudly next to him even as eyes followed them.

"Didn't I say we'd make a good couple?" Tamaki flashed Kyoya a smile.

Kyoya gave him a smile of his own in return. It lasted only a split second before fading away as quickly as it had come, but it was a real smile, not the false and controlled expression he generally wore. Even if Tamaki had missed it, the firm tightening of his hold on his hand was obvious.Kyoya gave him a smile of his own in return. It lasted only a split second before fading away as quickly as it had come, but it was a real smile, not the false and controlled expression he generally wore. Even if Tamaki had missed it, the firm tightening of his hold on his hand was obvious. He felt a warm feeling inside, but before he could say anything, he was being pulled along again.

"This one," Kyoya informed him as they approached a shooting gallery.

He confidently placed money down and examined the gun. The Suoh watched with fascination.

"Which prize do you want, Tamaki?" The Ohtori repeated, jolting him out of his reverie.

Tamaki placed a hand on chin as he pondered, finally pointing to a rather large and fat teddy bear with a bored looking face that sat on the uppermost shelf.

"That one, please," said Tamaki, taking a few steps back for Kyoya to do his work, not wanting to jinx him...

He really did want that teddy bear. He had one that his dad had given him when he was just a baby, which he had named Beary; it was hidden carefully away in a cupboard in Music Room 3, for safe keeping, but he supposed, in a childish way, that it would be nice for Beary to have a friend... especially one from Kyoya.

Kyoya waved away the greasy safety goggles that was was offered with obvious distaste, hefting the butt of the gun to his shoulder with surprising expertise.

"Ready," he declared.

The bored vendor explained the basic rules, stressing the fact that neither he nor the festival was in any way responsible for personal injury or the destruction of private property. Kyoya bore the speech patiently, repeating when he finished, "Ready."

The vendor negligetnly tossed the painted disc. The way the game worked was that every disc you hit won you a ticket, and each bullseye another. Kyoya scored it easily, and the next. By the third time, the vendor seemed to awaken to fact that it wasn't dumb luck and tried to make the shots harder--even spinning a few in the air. While the latter had to be timed more carefully, he still nailed the center each time. Kyoya pointed as the vendor totted up the score with a faint sweat. There was the option of double the price of a game if you played a perfect one. The Ohtori let him fret for a few minutes before pointing to the chosen prize.

"The bear," he ordered coolly, then presented the toy to Tamaki when he received it.

"Kyoya, you never told me you were such a good marksman," commented Tamaki, a bit astounded by his friend's performance.

He tucked the teddy comfortably underneath one arm, fingers reaching out for Kyoya's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze of thanks. He ambled close to Kyoya through a crowd, spotting a promising game through the horde of people.

"Wait for me, I'm going to play this," said Tamaki, as if afraid Kyoya would go wandering off if he wasn't watching him.

The game consisted of a soccer goal with five balls; one had to kick all five balls into the goal to get two prizes. The goal was extremely narrow and small, though Tamaki didn't seem too concerned. After the man explained everything to him, Tamaki looked over his shoulder to Kyoya, holding out a hand for money. Kyoya smiled, lightly kissing the back of his hand. He gave him a few bills, then stepped away to watch from a few feet to his left, where he could get a good view without being in the way. Tamaki handed over the money, setting one ball in front of himself so that it was even with the net. Ignoring the little coos and giggles of some girls who had paused to watch the handsome rich men, Tamaki ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes and drew his leg back, kicking it hard--a little too hard for a fake goal--into the net. The next four went in just as easily, admittedly showing off, and soon Tamaki was carefully picking out his prizes, coming back to Kyoya with a little bounce in his step.

"These are for you, Kyoya." he told him proudly.

They were brain-teasers; one a puzzle made up of little plastic shapes, another a puzzle ring where one had to figure out how to take the rings apart. Tamaki couldn't quite think of anything that would be fitting, and he kind of liked the idea of Kyoya pouring over the puzzles instead of his work, elegant hands running over the ridges and grooves as dark concentrated eyes fixed on them.

"Very well-played," Kyoya praised him quietly, then curiously took the puzzles.

"Ahh, I play a little soccer now and then," Tamaki admitted, smiling as Kyoya did just as he predicted; examine his prizes carefully.

The blond took his elbow and pulled him gently through the crowd, leading him to a nearby table near an open field where some people had already staked out positions for the fireworks later that day. Tamaki gave a sigh of content and sat down beside him, crossing his legs and peering at Kyoya's prizes as well.

"This festival isn't so bad, hm?"

"Nnn. Maybe not," Kyoya admitted reluctantly. "You already want a rest? There are plenty of other games for you to play," he pointed out.

"Hnn, but I want to go on a ride," Tamaki said, leaning back on the palms of his hands.

He let the breeze play with his hair as he stared across the grounds at the ferris wheel, which was creaking and groaning, and generally having a very good time.

"Everyone has to ride the ferris wheel when they go to a festival, it's a commoner tradition, you know," said Tamaki wisely, already standing and waiting with a patient look for Kyoya to follow after him.

"A good thing, then, that we are not commoners," the other remarked coolly.

Kyoya absently fiddled with the rings, not budging. Tamaki waited a bit more, finally realizing that Kyoya would hold his ground, and then slowly dragged himself back to him and knelt down by his side.

"Kyoooya, I really want to go, when will I ever get a chance to ride a ferris wheel like that one again?" he pleaded, giving a tug on the other's pant leg, blue, almost violet eyes large, a pout forming.

"Tamaki, I will tell you frankly, that rusty pile of iron makes my blood run cold,” the Ohtori stated flatly, still not moving from his spot.

Tamaki deflated, ready to walk off and huddle in the closest corner he could find.

"I saw a large tent being set up earlier, further in the field. Perhaps there is a show,” the other went on.

At the mention of a show he perked up, eyes sparking and coming back to life, figure straightening.

"Ah, a show! A commoner show! With popcorn and fake plush seats and a projector... hurry Kyoya, we might miss it!"

With that the blond quickly motioned for Kyoya to follow him, dashing off full-tilt through the crowd... even though he had no idea which direction the tent was.

"Ah, Tamaki!" Kyoya's voice called out after him. "Tamaki, wait!" He shoved his prizes into his pockets. "It's the other way! Tamaki!"

He had to trot to catch up with him. When he finally caught up, his cheeks were flushed from the exertion. Already partially overheated from the jacket, it didn't take a lot to get the other sweating.

"Ah... I thought for sure it would be this way..." Tamaki mumbled in embarrassment, following closely after Kyoya this time to avoid that same mistake again.

As they walked he fiddled with his new bear, wondering what he would name it. One name sprung into mind. Kyoya Jr. It seemed applicable, and Tamaki christened it on the spot, a wistful smile on his face as he caught up to Kyoya and walked by his side. When he did, Kyoya patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.

"There are many people here," the Ohtori pointed out. "One would have to know the general layout beforehand to make any sense of the place."

"And I'm sure someone looked up the layout," Tamaki teased, giving his friend (or was it boyfriend, now...?)'s shoulder a nudge as they entered the dimly lit tent. Tamaki made a gesture with his finger and directed Kyoya to the very back row so he could absorb every detail of his commoner movie experience. And having a bit of cozy privacy with Kyoya wasn't too bad, either. A man walked about taking money and handing out snacks; popcorn, peanuts or chocolate raisins. As he rounded their aisle Tamaki gave Kyoya's arm a tap.

"Kyoya, let's get some chocolate raisins, those sound good."

The requested money was given up for the coveted treat as the lights darkened further, and a low hum filled the air. The projector. Tamaki scrunched back in his seat and lifted his lean legs up to rest on the empty chair in front of him. He opened up his box of chocolate raisins, munching on them contentedly, then holding the box out for Kyoya, though he didn't really think the Ohtori's refined tastes would appreciate them. As the movie started, an old romantic black & white, Tamaki gave a sound of appreciation as the actors began to speak in his first language. The blond leaned to the side so that his forehead was almost touching the side of Kyoya's head, in order to whisper to him quietly.

"Kyoya, I can translate for you if you want," he offered.

"No need," he murmured absently, putting his arm around Tamaki's shoulders.

He tried one of the raisens and wrinkled his nose, then waved the box away.

"It is based on a Shakespeare play, Romeo and Julliette." The boy's eyes were fixed on the screen. "I have seen it before."

"Really," said Tamaki, chewing on a raisin and swallowing it slowly as he now pulled back a bit to scrutinize his friend's face in the dim projector light, suddenly suspicious. "And were there subtitles when you watched this before, Kyoya?"

"No," came the distracted answer.

Evidently, Kyoya was thoroughly absorbed. He even took another of the Raisenets without realizing, chewing thoughtfully. The fact that he found it disgusting hadn't even registered. .Tamaki's eyes narrowed, the wheels turning in his brain.

Taking advantage of Kyoya's lack of attention as he gazed at the screen, Tamaki leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Vous parlez français, mon ami?"

The blonde settled in his seat again, arms crossed over his chest, a stern look on his face. If Kyoya answered that back in French, then it would be obvious that he had been hiding the fact that he was taking French lessons for a rather long time... and there were all those times when he had spoke to Kyoya in French, thinking he only understood the tone and not the words... He flushed at the memory of some of the things he'd said so unwittingly.

"Oui, mon cher," the Ohtori murmured, confirming it. "Shhh."

It took him a long moment to realize Tamaki was glaring at him, and even longer to realize why.

"...Um." Kyoya cleared his throat uncomfortably, flushing. "W-watch your movie, Tamaki," he mumbled.

"Kyoya!" Tamaki hissed, now coming to life from his once stony stance as Kyoya realized his mistake.

A couple of people sitting in front of them looked over their shoulders with dirty looks, but Tamaki didn't notice as he scrabbled to take his legs off the seat in front of him.

"I can't believe you would hide such a thing from me for so long! Why would you do that, Kyoya?!" he wailed dramatically.

Without waiting for a reply the blonde stood and moved one step to the left and sat down again, so that there was a chair between them. He sunk down low so that his head was barely above the backrest, arms crossed, a glare in his eyes and a pout on his lips. Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose at the outburst, but he didn't particularly care at the moment. He turned his back to him and glared over his shoulder when he moved to the seat he had vacated.

"... J'ai voulu vous étonner, Tamaki." His eyes were quietly pleading. "Je n'estime pas que je suis assez familier à ceci, juste encore, et j'ai voulu qu'il fût parfait."

There were additional stares as those who decided this was more entertaining than the movie looked back at the pair. Tamaki remained still, though his head inclined a bit, listening carefully to Kyoya, trying to repress a smile at the pride that bubbled up in his chest. Kyoya! His Kyoya! Speaking French back to him! But still... he could have helped him, made it easier for him. There could have been endless cozy study sessions in the Suoh mansion, Tamaki playing the role of wise teacher, Kyoya his eager student... but it was also touching that Kyoya wanted to work on it till he got it perfect. The blond slowly turned back to face Kyoya, placing a hand on his friend's knee and looking deep into the other's eyes.

"La fois prochaine, je veux être là pour vous aider à apprendre... ok?"

Then he reached up and gave Kyoya's cheek an affectionate squeeze, a grin on his face.

"Oui," he replied with a grimace when Tamaki pinched his face, quite firmly removing the offending hand. "That hurt, Tamaki. Do not pinch me, please."

He turned his own trademarked glare at their impromptu audience, and they suddenly found the movie much more entertaining. Kyoya really could be frightening when he had a mind! Now perfectly at ease again, Tamaki casually yawned, slowly moving his arm inch by inch till it was somehow wrapped snugly about Kyoya's shoulders. The heat of his body and the smell of his cologne wafting over him in a burst of... Kyoya. The blonde grew quieter and more absorbed in the movie as it wore on, sometimes bringing up the hand that wasn't resting atop Kyoya's shoulder and wiping at a speck of dirt in his eye. His other hand began to unconsciously rub patterns along the other boy's shoulder over the coat, snugging both of them closer.

"Hnn, what time is it?" Tamaki mumbled, almost in a trance-like state by the comforting tones of the French, Kyoya's body heat, and the pressure of his arm around him.

Almost as if they were... a real couple? A blush heated up his face even as he thought this, because when he thought of it something in him fluttered and sparked, a feeling that he rarely got with Haruhi. The movie was drawing to a close; the two main character had committed suicide, but that wasn't enough to dampen Tamaki's fuzzy feelings. It was no longer a simple game to him, now.

"Close to midnight," he murmured back to him. "Are you ready to go home?"

Kyoya couldn't quite keep the hopeful note from his voice, but he was going to be denied his wish to leave. Tamaki's head jolted up, commandeering Kyoya's wrist and peering at its face just as the credits came on.

"But the fireworks will start--"

There was a loud boom from outside, and then a soft crackling sound, and the noise sprung him up from his seat.

"We're missing the fireworks! Hurry, Kyoya!"

Grabbing the Ohtori's hand just in case he lingered behind, Tamaki towed him out of the tent, through the grounds and onto the open field. There was an empty spot where no trees or power lines blocked the view, and Tamaki immediately plopped down on his back, stretching out languorously and propping up one knee as he cushioned his head with his arms.

The blonde looked up at his Kyoya, blue eyes shining even in the faint glow of the fireworks.

"Lay down next to me," he implored.

Tamaki was pleased when he did so without arguing, even though the ground was dirty. He reached up with both arms and wrapped them about Kyoya's waist where he sat, pulling the Ohtori down to lay on the soft grass with him as another barrage of gold and pink fireworks burst into the night sky in smiley faces, hearts, and the more common star bursts. Arms now back behind his head, Tamaki stretched out one and slipped it under Kyoya's head to serve as a pillow, quiet and somber now as he regarded the sparkling spectacle.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" he murmured in a subdued tone, eyes turning to gaze across at Kyoya, an unreadable expression in his face.

Kyoya, however, hadn't been watching the fireworks. He didn't refer to them when he replied, staring back with those pools of endless black.

"Yes," he murmured.

His arms slipped around Tamaki's waist and slid him closer against him.

"Beautiful..."

Lips cracked open a bit, Tamaki searched Kyoya's face carefully, finally realizing what these feelings were that blossomed from the pit of his stomach and his heart in forms of butterfly wings whenever he touched or talked to the Ohtori. He had realized that he'd liked him, but... Even with Haruhi he had never felt something quite this strong... this attraction, bordering on the animalistic. And the surprising part was he didn't want to fight it any longer. He wanted it. He wanted Kyoya. Tamaki turned over on his side to face him, one elbow propping him up as he draped his other arm loosely about Kyoya's hips, head tipped to the side with a ponderous expression on his face. Without further hesitation, he leaned forward, lips finding Kyoya's, holding himself there and then withdrawing to see his boyfriend's reaction. Tamaki's eyes glimmered almost seductively in the dim light, a look that no customer or even his own reflection had ever received. When Tamaki pulled away, he waited a moment before pursuing, pressing a kiss of his own against the Suoh's lips. It was insistant, almost demanding, full of an unexpected fire. he moaned quietly into Kyoya's mouth, rolling partially on top of the other so that one leg was draped over Kyoya's legs. God, and what was this? Why did he feel as if this was his very first kiss, all over again? Kyoya's warm body below his... Kyoya's lips... Kyoya's tongue... Tamaki forgot all his skill, all his experience, and instead he burned, lips pressing hungrily now at Kyoya's mouth, one hand reaching to stroke and clutch at the soft black hair as his tongue found a way in between Kyoya's lips to dance with his.

Above them people got up and moved away, and the fireworks were reaching their crescendo, but at the moment Tamaki's attention was drawn to Kyoya and Kyoya only, and no amount of commoner games, food or fireworks could dissuade him.


But someone was not leaving. In fact, that someone was paying very close attention....