A/N: Hey you guys! Thanks for sticking with me even though I'm a shitty writer and an asshole! A lot's been going on right now and I'm the middle of finals so yeah…Also I ripped a tendon in my hand and I couldn't type for several weeks, I'm sorry, I love you all!

Honey heard the squeaky noise of leather against leather as his jacket rubbed against the seat of the limousine. Kyouya looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

" What?"

" Leather, really?"

Honey huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, settling down next to Hikaru and his twin. The two were kissing again, whispering to each other between brushes of lips and tongue and he rolled his eyes. Kyouya shook his head at them, and then Honey noticed the suspicious lack of blond at the boy's side.

" Where's Tamaki?"

Kyouya shrugged and Kaoru giggled before speaking.

" Said he didn't want to- gosh, stop it, Hikaru- go out without his whole family."

Honey emitted an exhausted sigh: "Is he still having his mother hen-delusion?"

Kyouya nodded regretfully and pushed his glasses further up his nose with one of his slender fingers, peeking over the rim to glare at him. " So thanks to you and Mori, I won't be having any ass tonight."

Hikaru grinned at the boy, and Kyouya resentfully pulled out his cellphone.

" Don't bother", Kaoru said as Kyouya dialed Tamaki's number, " he's not going to change his mind."

" Might as well try", he mumbled, and the following minutes passed with incoherent twin-moans and 'but Tamaki's'. Honey's head snapped up as he heard Tamaki's voice grow incredulously louder over the phone. Even the twins stopped their make-out session as Kyouya apologized. They all flinched as he roared in anger and threw his phone down into the cushions.

" What did he say", Koaru asked silently, already suspecting what the conversation was about.

" He's really upset now. He's angry I can't fix this, am I a goddamn superhero?"

" Fix what", Honey pried further.

They all looked at him with a piercing gaze. Then it dawned upon him. Oh.

" I'm sorry", he spoke, mimicking Kyouya's former apologies to Tamaki.

" You're an asshole", the raven replied, and he tapped on the driver's window, signalling for him to stop the car.

They didn't even need fake ID's. Kyouya's dad was so well-known amongst the city clubs that his son had the privilege to skip the line and sit in the VIP-boots. He didn't like clubs at all, but the twins loved it.

And so did Tamaki, so Kyouya had no choice really. And if he was forced to spend his Saturday night in a greasy club, he'd make sure he had a good time.

Honey didn't even bother going with the others. He'd come to dance after all.

He watched Kyouya and the twins disappearing into the crowd and memorized the boot they were settling into. Kyouya wasn't much of a dancer and the twins were going to be completely wasted within fifteen minutes and do each other in a back alley, so he was going to have some fun of his own. Without Mori, he was free to do whatever he pleased.

Mitsukuni realized that it had been a long time since he'd seduced someone. At the Host Club he was just trying to stay in character. If he wasn't so awfully small, maybe he'd been the Club's 'Bad Type'.

It would've suited him better. But there he was, short as ever, looking for guys to boost his ego and buy him drinks. And at the look of things, a lot of guys were going to buy him drinks…Mitsukuni could practically feel their greedy eyes on him, drinking in the sight of his leather-clad bottom. Some dark-haired boy was checking him out from across the dancefloor, and he cheekily winked at the guy. He wasn't bad looking, so Honey took his chance and made his way over.

" Hey", the guy all but yelled into his ear, and clasped a hand on his arm, " have I seen you here before?"

Mitsukuni wanted to laugh in the guy's face for the shitty pick-up line, but smiled anyway.

" It's possible. I come here all the time."

The guy smiled and bowed further down to whisper into Honey's ear, like anybody would even hear a word of what he was about to say over the blaring music.

" I got to tell you a secret. I only just came out a few months ago. This is my first time at a gayclub!"

Honey cocked his head to the side and reminded himself he wanted this.

" That's really exciting! Do you like it so far?"

" Of course. I never thought I'd meet someone so hot right away!"

Mitsukuni grinned, despite his urge to puke on that corny dude's shirt.

" That's really sweet! You're not bad yourself!"

The guy pointed towards the bar and Honey nodded. If he wanted himself to be able to endure this man's advances, he would need some alcohol.

At the bar, the guy's hands snaked around his hips and Honey had to suppress a shudder.

" What do you want to drink, love?"

" A Martini please."

" Very well", then the guy looked as if he saw him for the first time: " By the way, I'm Carlos! I forgot to ask for your name!"

" I'm Mitsukuni. But Honey's alright."

Carlos handed him the Martini and winked.

" I can see why they call you Honey. You're adorable as hell."

Mitsukuni grimaced and took a sip, spotting Kyouya at the far end of the bar. He was amiably talking to a girl with neon-blue hair and a septum piercing. Honey could only guess why Kyouya would choose to talk to someone like her; she didn't seem like Kyouya's type. She was a little too much of a girl for his taste, but okay.

" Do you feel like dancing, Honey?"

" Sure", Honey said, and let himself be led onto the dancefloor, Martini still in hand.

Honey's hair hung loosely at wet in front of his eyes and his leather pants clung to his slender frame. He had abandoned his leather jacket a while ago, dropping it off at the boot where Kyouya was sitting with the blue-haired girl. The twins had vanished already and Kyouya looked pissed when Honey didn't even say anything before he went back to dance with Carlos.

Although it wasn't really dancing. He was slowly grinding his hips back and forth over Carlos' raging erection and he had wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck, gripping onto him for dear life.

The alcohol was buzzing in his head and the rhythm had faded away to a distant thump of bass.

They were way too close to the speakers and Honey was sure he wasn't going to be able to hear for at least a couple of days, but he was horny and he had missed it: Luring a handsome man into his trap, showing off his butt and drinking up their compliments like an attention-seeking little slut, just like they liked it. He liked playing that role to entice guys.

And he had to admit that it felt really good to have a dick pressed up against his back, even though he was technically cheating on Mori.

Mori.

Mitsukuni suddenly felt very tired and nauseous, and Carlos pressed his lips to his ear, nuzzling the skin of his neck.

" I'm sorry, I don't feel very well", Honey slurred, his words mixed up by the booze, " I think I need to go home."

" No problem at all", Carlos replied sweetly, securely locking his arms around Mitsukuni's hips so he wouldn't fall, " My place or your place?"

Honey looked up at Carlos' sweaty face and shook his head: " I'm going to my house and you're going to yours. I'm sorry for leading you on, I feel really sick."

Mitsukuni started to walk away from him, but Carlos dug his nails deeply into his arm and pulling him back against his chest.

" You're going nowhere, love. First you're being a real cocktease and now I'm supposed to just fuck off and leave you be?"

Carlos started dragging him off of the dancefloor and Honey whimpered since his arm was almost being ripped out of it's socket. The music was too loud and his head was about to burst, but Carlos showed no interest in his well-being and just continued getting him out of the club.

When Carlos let go of him, Honey tried to run for it, but the other boy was faster.

" Don't you fucking try and get away from me!"

Then it all happened very fast.

In a blur of orange, Carlos got punched in the jaw, and he heard someone faintly yelling in the background. Carlos swung back, and the redhaired boy fell to the ground, raising his arms in defense. The shouting grew louder and Carlos was dragged back and shoved to the ground. Then he got another punch and the fight was over. Mitsukuni didn't notice slipping down onto the ground until someone kneeled next to him and pushed him into a sitting position.

" Hey! Get up, we're going home!"

He was hauled onto Kyouya's shoulders and carried into the limousine, leaving a flabbergasted Carlos on the sidewalk. ik