A/N: Hey guys, Sorry this update took so long I haven't forgotten this story and I DO intend to finish! It's just that I am working two jobs right now and finding time to update any of my stories is really hard! Thank you for all the reviews and the support and kind words! Hope you haven't given up on this story, I will finish it but it may be slow going as you can tell. Sorry to keep you waiting! REALLY SORRY!

WARNINGS: MALEXMALE SCENE AT THE TOP OF THIS CHAPTER. TOUCHING, NO SEX, FOREPLAY AND THE LIKE, NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, BUT IF YOU NEED TO SKIP go to the first page break.

The Great Divide

Part Six

Tamaki's hands rest on the slick porcelain of the shower wall, his head is bowed and his hair dangles like a wet mop as his breathing comes in soft pants. Every muscle is tense and so he gives little tremours as the hot water rushes down his body.

From the ceiling a large metal square releases water, aiming to impersonate the fall of rain. It's nearly the size of the stall he is in and as the pressure was turned up a little and the heat raised to just below unbearable his skin has taken on a light pink color while his head has been trying to fight off a small dizzy spell.

Still, dizziness is the least of his concerns as hands that are not his own continue to slide and caress his skin, massaging and touching along his upper thighs before rounding to his backside and then back around to his front.

A hand takes hold of his length and a name falls from Tamaki's lips, "Kyoya-" the uncertainty is mixed with desire yet his fingers ball into fists that press against the wall to steady himself. He feels the young man come up behind him pressing himself firmly against Tamaki's back.

"Relax," says that cool voice next to his ear and as Kyoya's hand starts to move Tamaki's eyes close and he feels his lower stomach tighten.

"It feels...wrong….to do this without telling Haruhi-" he says softly, not at all in reference to doing this with Kyoya, the boys had realized last night that they were more than comfortable being together in this way. But something in the back of his mind was telling him they should have run this by her first.

"Funny, you didn't seem to feel this way last night when the tables were turned." Kyoya chided, not stopping his hand from its movements while he gently pinched at Tamaki's nipple with his other.

The young man jerked a little at the sudden stimulation and felt his backside press into Kyoya's manhood. He pulled his hips forward a little, trying to process the feeling of another man's length when suddenly Kyoya pressed back against him, Tamaki losing his balance and before he knew it he was pressed against the hot slick tiled wall.

"Kyoya-" Tamaki started only to feel the young man's hand tighten on his length and continue to pump while his free hand wrapped around his middle and his manhood once against pressed against Tamaki's backside.

"Haruhi told us to do this. She is well aware of what we may be doing. Stop overthinking." Kyoya said in a rather ragged voice.

Tamaki was back to panting, the side of his face pressed against the tile as he felt himself growing closer to some unknown edge. He was very near falling over when he suddenly felt Kyoya start to gently rock his hips against him.

"W-What are you doing-" he started, the feeling of Kyoya's movements near shocking him out of his reverie.

"Feels good, can't stop-" was all Kyoya offers, the sloppy and unfinished sentence sounding so foreign coming from such an articulate person.

Tamaki doesn't fight it, because honestly, it does feel good, Kyoya is pressed flush to him, no air between as Kyoya grinds against him while also stroking his front. Tamaki's legs start to shake and his breathing changed more to uneven gasps until finally, he falls over, racing up and then down through the pleasure that Kyoya has given him.

As soon as he relaxes Kyoya's hand abandons its hold on his length and comes to wrap around his front, hooking onto a shoulder while his other hand wraps around his hips and presses Tamaki to bend forward a little.

"Kyoya, wait, don't-" Tamaki starts, red erupting over his cheeks as he feels a little bit humiliated by the situation. However, he is interrupted by a shaky, "Shhh," from his friend as he continues to jerk against him, never once trying to enter Tamaki's body but far too enamored by the delicious friction between their bodies to stop.

Tamaki, moans a little in duress, not because he isn't enjoying it, but having a fear that Kyoya might take things too far. He doesn't want to admit that he is enjoying the feeling, that it brings the heat back to his belly, yet he isn't sure at this point if telling Kyoya to stop is a good idea.

So instead, Tamaki takes this moment to swim in the afterglow of his pleasure, to listen to his friend's soft grunts and tightening hands, nails digging in a little as lips and teeth nip at the back of his neck and after a few more seconds of thrusting against him Tamaki feels Kyoya stiffen and he near can't breathe as the young man tightens his hold and presses him harder against the wall.

There is a grunt and then panting and Tamaki swears he can feel Kyoya's pulsing muscle against his backside. Kyoya's hold loosens but he doesn't let go, content for a few moments to just lean against his companion, press lips to his shoulder and neck while his hands gently slide up and down his front.

Tamaki is still panting though not near as hard as Kryoya is, he too enjoys the feeling of such a gentle finish. The hot water still falls on them, taking some of the remaining mess with it, but eventually, the boys have to right themselves and use soap to clean themselves the rest of the way.

They work in silence, Tamaki tilting his head back so that the water will push his hair away from his face and he can run soapy fingers through it.

"So, what do you think?" Kyoya suddenly asks. Tamaki continues to clean, wash and scrub as if nothing had happened, not because he was ashamed, but because after last night and this morning it was beginning to feel normal, comfortable. He put it down to having known Kyoya for so long, having grown so close to over the last few years.

"About what?" he asks casually, taking a clean rag and scrubbing along his body to help remove the soap.

"About what just happened, what do you think I mean, moron," Kyoya says with irritation, though it is small and not really something to worry about.

"It's fine. It didn't bother me. In fact, I think I rather enjoyed myself." Tamaki said with a small smile and a happy voice.

"Good, I thought you'd be more apt to play catcher. Glad we agree." Kyoya said with a small smirk and Tamaki's eyes bulged before he turned to his friend and with outrage, "What? What are you talking about, me being the catcher? No way! It's not like I had a choice in the matter, you just did it and I wasn't in the position to stop you and if you think about it you didn't even ask you just did it so don't think next time you will be so lucky, and anyway who says we have to ever go that far, maybe we just stick to the more physical things like touching each other on the outside-" Tamaki rambled on and on, fists flying and the young man jumping around and glaring and appearing all too much like a monkey as he did so.

Kyoya's face grew to one of frustration as he closed his eyes and looked away, "Moron." he murmured as Tamaki continued to prattle on about how there was no way he was going to let Kyoya have his way.

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It's Saturday morning and Haruhi stands in the kitchen, looking out the small window onto the street below. Her father is passed out in his room having spent Friday night at the bar until early this morning. He would be going out again tonight so Haruhi did her chores in quiet, spent a few hours studying and then after she felt like she had little else she could do at home, she elected to head to the store.

It was a beautiful day out and she wanted to enjoy the sunshine. The breeze was gentle and the air refreshing as she walked past the small homes and narrow streets of her outer city town. She waved to neighbors, laughed lightly at the small children who were playing in the tiny park or chasing each other along the sidewalks.

She turned a corner and to her surprise, she realized that there was a fresh food market set up along her way to the store.

That's odd, a little early in the year for a produce market.

Still, even as she thought it, she grew excited and walked happily among the carts and tables, looking at the crates of fresh fruits and vegetables. She also spied freshly dried herbs, spices and homemade sauces all jarred and ready for sale.

It would be a home cooks dream and for once, Haruhi wasn't stingy in her purchases. Happily, she bought several items and placed them in her bag. As she continued to peruse some of the food carts, frying rice and other yummy treats she took a moment to gaze around herself.

Happy faces, smiling people and conversations that seemed genuinely pleased and jovial to be there. The colors from the carts, the food, and the stand covers gave a cozy and comforting feel to it all. The gentle breeze continued to blow, gently moving her sundress and causing her short hair to tickle her nose.

As her eyes closed and opened she saw in her mind's eye walking through such a lovely market with her friends. Then, the thought of her Tamaki and Kyoya sharing a day as beautiful and peaceful as this. Could they enjoy something as simple as a fresh food market? Would this seem too trivial and uninteresting to them? Or could they learn to like it?

Still, images of the three talking, laughing, sharing lunch in the park, they'd sit on the bench by the flowers and watch butterflies and birds. Seeing the children play would make Tamaki yearn for a child of his own and Kyoya would mention that a child simply wasn't in his planned out budget for the year ahead. The pair would bicker as only they could and Haruhi would just laugh lightly to herself.

"Beautiful flower?" and Haruhi was pulled from her gentle thoughts to see a young man, maybe a year or two older than Kyoya and Tamaki smile gently at her, "Beautiful flower for a beautiful lady?" and to her, the young man held out a white rose.

"Oh, thank you-" she said softly as she took it and gently inhaled the scent, "My dad and I just opened up a flower shop around the corner. Please, let your friends and family know." he said kindly, the smile never leaving his lips.

"I will, thank you, again," she said even softer, looking at the delicate bloom before taking another soft inhale of its sweet fragrance. She gave a small smile to the young man, who waved as she turned to walk away and continued her stroll to the store.

Yes, this was a good afternoon, so fresh and new and alive and Haruhi for a moment wasn't worried about anything. She felt, at this moment, that she was satisfied, more than happy to simply enjoy her day off.

Daydreams continued a soft dance in the back of her mind, but in this singular moment, the world was too kind and gentle a place to worry about anything. She thought of Tamaki and Kyoya, a soft warmth filling her chest as her mind hummed and she was content to leave her problems of today for tomorrow.

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Kyoya sat on the floor in his room, the computer on the table before him as he typed diligently at the keys. It was quiet, and he was enjoying it but it wasn't something he was used to when Tamaki was in the house.

His eyes never left the keyboard as he inquired softly, "What are you up to, Tamaki. You've been awfully quiet."

The young blonde man was simply standing at the window, hands held loosely behind his back as he replied softly, "It's a beautiful day out. I wonder if Haruhi is enjoying it."

Kyoya continued to type as he replied, "I'm sure she is. Her father should be at home sleeping. No doubt she cleaned, did her studying and then went to market as she usually does on Saturdays when her father has worked the night before."

Tamaki didn't look at him but Kyoya could hear the smile in his voice when she spoke, "It's interesting, isn't it?"

"Hm?" was Kyoya's response.

"The different ways people show affection to those they care about when they aren't around." and this comment finally drew Kyoya's eyes away from the screen as he gazed gently at the back of his friend's head.

"I don't understand what you mean-"

"Well, I show Haruhi affection by my actions, by thinking about her even when she is not there and hoping she is having a good day. By sending my thoughts and feelings to her even though she isn't even aware I am doing it. But you, well, you seem to show your affections quite differently."

Kyoya's eyes narrowed as he prepared to ignore his friend's nonsense, "As far as I am aware the only affection I've shown her has been when we are together."

"You show your affection more than the rest of the Host Club put together. Constantly monitoring her, keeping her father informed of her activities in school as well as her grades. You know her entire schedule front to back and can even predict where she might be at any given time based on how well you've gotten to know her. I'd say that's pretty affectionate."

And Kyoya looked down at his computer screen, all the documents and financial pages that were pulled up filling his screen to the max. Yet, up in the right-hand corner, the smallest box there held a silent alarm, which right now was letting him know that Haruhi would be at the store around this time.

"You learned it so well, if anything were to ever happen, you could find her within minutes. You must really care for her." Tamaki says softly.

Kyoya looked from the little box to his friend before he once again returned to his screen and smirked, "Idiot." and Tamaki gave a little hum of approval.

You can try to hide it, but you're just as lovesick as I am my friend. That is why I know, deep down, this is how it was meant to be. The three of us, together, always.

A/N: I am really really really sorry this is so short! But I just wanted to get another chapter up so you all knew I hadn't forgotten. Hope you're all still here! Thanks for reading!