A/N: All right, so I'm taking a page outta my own book and doing what I did for my Bleach fic 'Divinity' and applying it here. Most of this will be familiar for those of yu who read 'The Snake and the Stallion: Drabbles' and new stuff won't be for a while. I just thought it'd be easier if all the pieces relating to this universe were in one place. :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ouran characters are not mine.

Warnings: TWT, fluff, shonen-ai, yaoi, some OOCness

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1. Introduction

The first time Kyouya met Mori was during the Hosts' first official meeting as a club. He thought – no, he knew – the tall, handsome boy would be quite the asset for the Club, especially combined with his small, child-like cousin with the cherubic face. He made a note to look up more details about them once he got the chance.

The first time Mori saw Kyouya, he silently thought to himself that if he looked past the obvious, past the intelligence, the cunning, and the efficient skills of manipulation, he thought that Kyouya was beautiful.

2. Love

Love was strange. It was a wonderful, terrible, painful thing that often contradicted itself. It knows no boundaries and can strike when people least expect it to. That's what happened to Kyouya one fine afternoon when he walked by the gym where kendo practice was held, stopping short to watch Mori spar with an underclassman. His eyes followed his senpai's graceful movements and it suddenly occurred to him just how deep his emotions were for the other boy as of late.

...This could possibly pose quite the dilemma.

79. Starvation

As a child, Kyouya was starved of affection, especially from the men in his family. The only ones he could turn to for comfort was his mother, the times she was actually home, and his older sister.

Now a junior in high school, Kyouya still felt starved of affection from a certain someone, someone he so desperately wanted for his own. He gave a silent sigh and turned back to his laptop, not aware of the dark eyes gazing at him thoughtfully from across the room.

5. Seeking Solace (inspired from the fic 'The Apron' by M.)

Whenever the days in the Host Club get hectic and all Mori wanted was a break after their latest clients had left, he would wander over to Kyouya's table and have a seat, maybe have a quiet discussion on this or that over peppermint tea, maybe not, and instead he'll read a book while the younger boy typed away at his laptop or jotted down notes in his portfolio. Either way, it was always a pleasant experience spending time with the bespectacled boy.

He wanted to be with him more often.

45. Illusion

He gave off the illusion of being sweet and innocent, as child-like and cute as his appearance made him out to be, and in normal circumstances he usually was, but Honey wasn't a champion martial artist and heir of the Haninozuka family for nothing. He was also rather perceptive, especially concerning his tall, stoic cousin who was unreadable to almost everyone else but him.

That being said, it was pretty obvious to the small blond that something was going on with Mori when the giant began to act differently. The changes were barely noticeable, but to Honey they spoke volumes, so during Host Club activities that day, the Loli-shota decided to help his cousin out by jumping onto Haruhi in a glomp, which caused her to bump into the twins, who stumbled back into Tamaki, who went flailing towards Kyouya, who found himself straddling Mori's waist in a rather provocative position, who was sprawled out on the floor of the Third Music Room beneath him with his big hands holding his hips steady so he wouldn't topple over all the way.

All was silent until…

"KYAAAAHHHHH~! MOE!" As the girls went into a frenzy and the others were busy gawking at the sight while gathering their bearings, both 'dark' hosts had a faint blush to their cheeks as they carefully untangled themselves from each other, rising and dusting themselves off while keeping their gazes firmly away from each other. Even so, Honey noticed how close they remained standing next to each other and smiled brightly to himself at the job well done. Well, he'd given Takashi a little 'push', now it was up to him to do the rest.

20. Cookies

Today, Haruhi had made cookies for the Host Club. Her father, in his usual over enthusiastic way, had bought too much cookie batter the one time she allowed him to go grocery shopping by himself. So, in her usual practical manner, she had baked the cookies that morning before the batter expired. If it had, it would have been such a waste.

Honey had been ecstatic to be eating Haruhi's food again as well as the twins and especially Tamaki. His daughter had baked for him! What a joyous occasion!

While the others munched and enjoyed the baked goods, Kyouya picked one up for himself and examined it. Well, it couldn't hurt to try; it wasn't Renge's baking after all. With that thought in mind, the junior took a bite, humming in approval at the taste of chocolate chip. It wasn't gourmet cookies obviously, but they were good. Maybe that was the reason why they were so good in the first place.

Just as he was about to brush the stray crumbs away, a large hand suddenly hooked under his chin and turned his head. Then, a warm, wet tongue carefully licked the crumbs away from the corner of his mouth.

All was silent, until– "KYAAAAHHHHH! MOOOEEEEE333!" Throughout the room, girls screamed and shrieked and squealed and fainted, hearts flying everywhere through the air.

The other Hosts gaped, before the twins looked at each other and spoke up, "Did Mori-senpai-"

"-just pull an us?"

Kyouya pushed up his glasses, "I could have gotten that, Mori-senpai."

"Aa," the senior agreed, licking his lips thoughtfully. Haruhi sweatdropped and sighed. She should have known better; there's never a normal day with the Host Club.

70. 67%

'According to my calculations, I have a 67% chance of a likely positive reaction from Mori-senpai if I decide to pursue him,' the Host Club's vice-president thought to himself, looking over his notes as business continued as usual in the Third Music Room. He jotted down a few more equations, which were getting more and more ridiculous, while he thought on a way to go about all of this. The junior looked up to steal a glance at his oblivious senpai before turning back to his notes. 'I do believe I'll need some help if I want this percentage to go up. …Hm, I wonder if Honey-senpai will be willing to help if I add a 15% increase to his snack expenses…'