Chapter Five

Experimenting

As Kyoya and Tamaki reached the Ootori Estate, Kyoya found himself unable to look anyone in the eyes. He led Tamaki through the main hall and up the main staircase to the upstairs corridors without even as much as a glance from the ground. They reached the top of the stairs and the two boys turned to the left, walking down the rest of the corridor to his room.

As they rounded the corner, one of the doors ahead opened up and Kyoya couldn't help but look to see who could be up so late at night. Down this corridor, all four doors led to Kyoya's two brothers and sister, as well as his own room. So it was a surprise to him to see Ayaka, one of the housemaids exit his older brother's room. It took him a moment to piece together why she was up so late at night. All of the maids clocked out before nine at night, usually afterward they would either go run errands or go to sleep in the back hallway leading to the maid's quarters. And Kyoya remembered distinctly being tipped off by one of the other maids, saying that Ayaka may be sleeping with one of the Ootori brothers.

Ayaka was fixing her hair, as though it was out of place, and then fidgeted around with her apron, which was twisted over to the side. As Kyoya looked closely, he noticed her black stockings, which were the uniform for all the maids, were missing. Her bare legs glowed yellow in the dimly-lit hallway, but still had perfect definition in the shadows.

As the two boys neared her, she gasped and then covered her mouth to hush herself. Kyoya only stopped to smirk in front of her.

"M-Master Ootori," she said, "Excuse me. I was only going for a walk."

"Oh?" Kyoya said, raising his eyebrow to increase his intimidation, "You know roaming any corridors of the Ootori mansion other than the ones in the maid's quarters are forbidden after nine? I could have you fired."

Ayaka twiddled her fingers in front of her. Her smile was tight and tensed, "I would hope you wouldn't fire me on such a petty rule. Especially if this is the only rule I broke in my entire employment with your family, Ootori-san," to show her apology, she bowed very low.

Kyoya smiled slowly and shook his head, "This isn't your first offense, because you've been caught down here before," Ayaka's eyes shifted from Kyoya to Tamaki really fast, as though doing so would save her skin from hot water.

"I'm sorry, Master Ootori," she said, "You are right."

"And," he continued, "You also weren't roaming the halls. You were roaming Itsuki's bedsheets."

Ayaka's eyes widened, and her fists clenched, but she didn't respond.

Kyoya leaned into her as though to tell her a secret, but he spoke clearly, "Do you love my brother, Itsuki?"

Ayaka looked at Kyoya, afraid to answer, but did anyway, "Y-yes. I do, Master Ootori."

"Are you sure?" he asked, "You aren't just roaming his bedside to get a fair share of the family fortune?"

"Why, no, Master Ootori."

Kyoya nodded, "Good, because you would be a fool. The family fortune is going to my older brother Kanto," he glared at Ayaka, as though to figure out if something in her eyes changed. Disappointment or anger, anything to indicate that Ayaka was after more than only Itsuki. Unexpectedly, her expression remained the same: scared beyond all reason.

"Master Ootori..." she said, "I know it's not my place to be here at night, nor is it professional of me to be in your brother's room while employed with you."

"You're right," Kyoya said, still leaning into her intimidatingly close, "I suppose you need to answer a tough question. What matters to you more right now: Itsuki or your job?"

Ayaka hung her head low. Both choices were tough decisions to her, and to choose one on the spot was heart breaking.

"I really love Itsuki..." she whispered.

"Enough to lose your job?" Kyoya pried.

Ayaka didn't answer, but it was clear the answer was 'yes.'

Kyoya stood up straight, thinking to himself, "Well, now we're caught in a situation here. Do I fire her to let her keep the relationship with my brother, or do I let her keep the job, but forbid anything from going further?" he shrugged, "What do you think Tamaki?"

Tamaki's eyes widened. He didn't expect to be brought into a family affair. He didn't know Ayaka or even Kyoya's brother Istuki, so to be brought into a situation was a bit uncomfortable. He was used to Kyoya intimidating people through threats or blackmail, but he never did it with such force and hostility before. Kyoya was a bit off his game today, so Tamaki figured that was the reason behind this ridiculous ordeal with how he was treating Ayaka.

"I don't know," Tamaki answered, "She loves Istuki, but I bet she loves her job, too."

Kyoya nodded, "That's apparent," he turned towards Ayaka, who had tears welling in her eyes, blurring her vision and threatening to roll down her cheeks at any moment, "I will pretend this never happened tonight," he said.

"Sir?" Ayaka asked, in disbelief with Kyoya's decision.

"Go back in his room, and go fetch your stockings," he continued.

Ayaka looked down at her bare legs and gasped, just noticing she had forgotten them, "Ah, yes, Master Ootori," and he excused herself back into Itsuki's room. She was only in there for a few seconds and she returned outside the door, slowly closing it, her black stockings clenched in her fists.

"In addition, what you do is your own business," he said, "You're an adult, so I can't tell you what or what not to do and expect you to listen. But I can ask to you question yourself what is more important to you: Itsuki or your job? For the time being I'm letting you keep both. But when you do decide, you should at least not let me catch you in the act again. Understand?"

Ayaka wiped at her tears and bowed for a long time, "Thank you, Master Ootori, I will do just that. Is there anything else you would like me to do for you?"

"Yes," Kyoya said with a nod, "Please be sure to wash your uniform before tomorrow."

Ayaka nodded and smiled nervously, "Yes, Master. I will go wash everything now."

Kyoya looked pleased to see her walk off quickly back to the maid's quarters. He expected the next day Itsuki would confront him about everything that happened, but Kyoya wasn't worried about it. He merely continued to walk down the rest of the corridor to his bedroom door. With a quick turn on the knob, he opened the door and the two boys walked back inside.

He plopped down on his bed and Tamaki resumed his spot on the floor. As he looked up at Kyoya, he was reminded of waking up to see him locking lips with him. The memory sent shivers down his spine, but some how it didn't bother him.

"Do you think she is cute?" Tamaki asked, to derail his thoughts away from the memory.

Kyoya shook his head, "There's something about women that are already taken that makes them unattractive. Maybe it's my conscience telling me to stay away."

"Are there any girls who look attractive to you?"

"You mean more than yourself?" Kyoya asked. Tamaki's face flushed bright red when he said that. Kyoya couldn't help but think he looked so adorable when he blushed, "There are some cute ones. At the club, I mean. Some others that are maids, I suppose. None of them really turn me on enough to pursue them. Not more than you have, I mean."

Tamaki scratched the back of his head. He had been called good-looking before, but to hear someone say it with such sincerity gave him a weird, warm feeling. He hated to admit it, but he liked it.

"How about you?" Kyoya asked, "Do you find any girls attractive?"

That was an easy question for Tamaki, "Yes, plenty. I think all the girls at the club are pretty. None of my maids at home are, they're a little older than the ones you have here," he thought a moment, "I really thought Haruhi was cute..."

Haruhi's name struck a cord with Kyoya. His expression turned hard upon hearing it, "Haruhi is cute at the most," he said, almost insultingly, "But there are plenty of better looking women in the club. Look at Renge."

Tamaki thought about Renge. He had to admit, Renge was a diamond in the rough when it came to attractive girls. Her baby face was cute, but her body didn't match her completely. She had the body of a woman, the complete opposite of her face. Her boobs were perfectly proportioned with her toned torso, and her perfect legs were soft, but still firm. And to top it off, she had an attractive backside too. Normally, the school uniform would cover up such things, but Renge was known to cosplay, sometimes in skimpy outfits, too. So Tamaki knew almost all the areas of her body. Her physique was enough to make a man drool, but Tamaki didn't stir as he thought about her.

"She is very good-looking," Tamaki agreed, "But not more than Haruhi. Or should I say not like Haruhi. Haruhi is pretty in her own way."

Kyoya couldn't disagree. Haruhi did have a certain charm that didn't appear often in the girls he had met. Still, it wasn't enough to say she was good-looking, at least in Kyoya's opinion.

"How about men?" Kyoya asked, dropping the ultimate question. Tamaki's blush deepened, "Do you ever think about men?"

Tamaki thought for a moment, "I do," he said finally, but then quickly added, "But never in a way that I would date anyone. I just never thought about it. I thought it would never come about."

Kyoya shook his head, "You know damn well a lot of young men at school want you," he said smoothly, "The gay and the straight ones all want the Host Club King."

Tamaki shrugged. He had to admit, he knew about a few men crushing on him. He didn't mind it, but now that one of them was someone he was close to had acted upon it, it was scaring him.

"You just have the most exotic looks," Kyoya added, "You're an odd mix: French and Japanese. You look like one of us but your hair is so different. No one with looks like ours have blond hair. Automatically, people will look at you. Soon enough, they will want you."

Tamaki smiled nervously, "Geez, you're making me blush."

"Am I turning you on?" Kyoya joked. He laughed shortly and adjusted his glasses.

"Yes," Tamaki admitted. That took Kyoya by surprised and he stopped laughing. He stood quite for a moment, staring into Tamaki's eyes, hoping he would show signs on him joking, but he didn't.

"How can you be?" Kyoya asked.

Tamaki got up from the floor and joined Kyoya on the bed, sitting right next to him. Kyoya could feel the body heat coming from Tamaki, and it drove him crazy. He just wanted to grab him and kiss him again.

"Enough of the questions, Kyoya," Tamaki said sternly, "Time for you to start answering," Kyoya gulped, back Tamaki continued, "What else looks so exotic about me?"

Kyoya didn't have to think to answer. He took his hand and placed it on the side of Tamaki's face, slowly tracing the outline of his facial structure, "Your jawline is softer than a Japanese's man. It makes you appear innocent like a child."

"What else?" Tamaki asked.

Kyoya finished tracing the jaw and made it to Tamaki's chin, "Your lips," he stammered, running his thumb across Tamaki's bottom lip, "They are thinner than usual..."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Very good..." Kyoya whispered, and couldn't help himself anymore. He sealed the gap between them with his own lips, kissing Tamaki once again. He expected Tamaki to draw back or push him away, but he actually sat still and let him be kissed.

Kyoya quickly broke the kiss, completely taken aback by Tamaki allowing the kiss to happen. He was about to apologize, but Tamaki leaned into Kyoya, and kissed him back. He could tell by the quickening of Tamaki's breath that he meant it. Kyoya couldn't control himself. He brought his hands to Tamaki's hair. It was still wet from going out into the storm, but it felt so good to run his hands through it. He felt Tamaki's tongue enter his mouth, and Kyoya couldn't help but feel the need to rip Tamaki's clothes off and take him. He pulled at the bottom of Tamaki's shirt, half expecting Tamaki to draw back. But he merely broke the kiss, and took off his shirt himself.

Kyoya resumed the kiss, his hands traveling everywhere. He couldn't help but notice how soft Tamaki's skin was and how beautiful it looked in the dark. He felt muscles on Tamaki's shoulders that he never noticed was there before. He breathing got louder as he brought his hands to Tamaki's pant buckle. It was then that Tamaki softly broke the kiss and said, "No."

Kyoya dropped his hands. He felt bad for letting his thirst overcome him for a split second. He just took the moment to stare at Tamaki, his heart beating frantically from the crazed moment that just happened.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Tamaki smiled, "It wasn't that..." he said, "I'm just afraid...of doing it now."

Kyoya nodded. He understood. He was afraid, too, "I love you, Tamaki."

Tamaki didn't seem surprised, "Do you?" Kyoya didn't respond, but he didn't need to, "Well, then. What matters to you more now: me or our friendship?"

"It's at a tie right now..." Kyoya replied, reminded of his similar question he asked Ayaka only a few moments ago.

Tamaki nodded, seeming pleased with his answer. He reached to the side of him and grabbed his shirt, pulling over his head, "I have to admit," he said, "I never thought I would like kissing a guy so much."

Kyoya smiled, "Thanks for reminding me how good it was to kiss you."

Tamaki blushed again, "I'm just confused on what I should do now."

Kyoya gave him a questioning look.

"I'll figure it out," he added, "I will let you know soon."

Kyoya felt it would have been perfect if Tamaki would have just said 'I love you too.' But he wasn't surprised to hear what Tamaki really thought.

"I won't pressure you to do anything," Kyoya said, "Take all the time you need to figure things out."

Tamaki nodded. He wanted to explain more to Kyoya, that he was suddenly deciding on either pursuing feelings with Haruhi or Kyoya, but he figured that telling Kyoya that would only complicate things. He was sure Kyoya already knew anyway, so he decided to keep that thought to himself.

"I do want to do this again," Tamaki said, "I really liked it. Didn't think I would, but I really did."

"Yeah?" Kyoya said, and he smiled, "You know where to find me."

A/N: I was so excited to write this chapter, I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. I was up pretty late writing it, too. Thanks for the kind reviews. You all make me want to keep writing! I thank those who have noticed my change in writing. My earlier fan fiction were written in middle school and high school, so the writing was a bit more childish and incorrect. I'm glad some people have noticed my improvements. I will update the next chapter ASAP!