Hello once again, wonderful readers of the world! It's been a while since I uploaded something new...well, kinda new.

You could call this a sequel or not, it's pretty much a follow up of 'Assemble the Neon Lights'. I hope you enjoy it!

What is a typical day at the host club?

To summarize, a typical day would be the entrance of young, wealthy women of the school (obviously students), to enjoy the company of the most handsome men in the school, but mostly to ogle at the seductive atmosphere all the men were oozing from their frames, even if they didn't do it intentionally.

The routines were common in an everyday schedule. Once the ladies would enter, Kyoya would hide out in his space away from the commotion, on his laptop, usually looking over the finances and other key factors of what their club stood for. Occasionally, he would look up to see how everyone was doing and smile when things were going well.

For Haruhi, being a girl, knew what most women liked in being flattered, which only added up to her reputation as one of the gentler host club members. Sometimes she would giggle to herself, but other times it was embarrassing to carry on this charade of being a man. Not to say that she didn't enjoy being part of the host club. She enjoyed it quite a bit.

The twins were usually, no, always doing their typical brotherly love act for the ladies. There were moments where Hikaru would wrap his arms around his younger twins body, kissing just below his ear, making the boy blush. Kaoru would in turn try to tell his brother to stop, that it wasn't appropriate in front of the ladies, then get all flustered when Hikaru would kiss his cheek. It ALWAYS made the girls swoon like crazy.

Mori and Hunny were together again, sitting around a table of cakes and other sweets for Hunny to sink his sweet teeth into with a big smile. And every time he ate one too many, Mori would stop him gently by grabbing his hands and whispering he's had enough, which in turn made Hunny pout. This made the women swoon over such cuddly affection just as much as the twins would.

Tamaki, being the so called "King", had most of the ladies attention, if not a good majority according to Kyoya. He would woo the girls into a state of eternal passion and desire, leaving them all speechless and starving for more of Tamaki's words. Sometimes he spoke in french, calling it the language of love and beauty, as to describe the girls.

Yes that was a typical day in the host club. Business as usual.

However...this was not one of those days. In fact, it became certain that a typical day like before wasn't going to be happening for quite a while.

Ever since that night at the bar, the chemistry between all of them changed like no other. What started as a typical day turned into an unusual display of embarrassing moments.

With the twins, their "brotherly love act" didn't seem like so much of an act anymore. Kaoru had been complaining about stomach pains all morning, but it seemed to grow more apparent during club hours. When one of the girls asked if he was alright, he nodded, but his stomach said otherwise. He figured it was only a small bit of nausea, nothing water and rest couldn't fix. Hikaru, however, took a different approach. He wrapped his arms around his brothers waist like always, only this time, he sat him on his lap like a child. Kaoru was having none of that and tried to get off, but his brothers hand made it's way into his shirt to rub his stomach gently in circles. Kaoru's blood went cold and his face flushed a little. The flush grew deeper as Hikaru's hand seemed to trail down to his belt, toying with it. Kaoru had to bite his lip to keep from moaning and Hikaru chuckled. But the mood was broken when they heard the girls squealing with joy and it was then the twins realized their position. Gasping, Hikaru pushed his brother off his lap and looked away, a dark blush forming on his cheeks. Kaoru wasn't mad at all. He was horribly embarrassed about what just happened. He couldn't look Hikaru in the eye at the moment, but the girls didn't seem to notice.

At the sweets table, Hunny was busy eating a large slice of cake, sharing with the other girls, who kindly accepted. The blond smile at them with his cute smile and licked some cream off of the fork, none too innocently. At least, not to the girls. They all blushed as they watched the boy lick cream and icing off the fork slowly, savoring it. Hunny was never one to be hugely seductive. Being cute just came naturally. But in this sense, his seductive fork licking was drawing the attention of not only the girls, but Mori as well. His body stirred, but he had to keep calm. Getting aroused by watching his own cousin lick off a fork was not doing any good for his mind. In technical terms, he was Hunny's bodyguard. Now, he was a probably cause of perversion. He gulped silently, keeping a stoic face as Hunny finally removed the icing from the fork. Unfortunately, he had left over cream all over his lips...Mori almost lost it. He reached over to turn Hunny's head towards him.

"Mitsukuni, you have cream on your lips."

"Huh? I do?"

Hunny reached over to grab a napkin, but his eyes widened when he saw Mori's hand gently grab his wrist and pulled him towards him. He whispered into his ear,

"Allow me."

Turning the boys head toward him again, he reached up and gently, oh so gently, wiped the cream off of Hunny's lips with his thumb. The girls found this to be much too cute for words. Hunny, however, found this to be quite stunning. He half expected to be kissed...he missed the feeling of Mori's lips on his. Since that night, he had dreamed about kissing him over and over again. Why he was in love with his lips was confusing, but he always found them to be much sweeter than any piece of cake. He shivered as he felt Mori's thumb sweep by this bottom lip and his eyes instantly closed, wanting to be kissed. Mori's eyes widened and he gulped again, removing his thumb and backed away from the boy, telling him to not be so messy with his sweets. It left Hunny feeling a little depressed as he nodded his thanks and turned to drink his tea. They both failed to notice the girls giving them some fascinated stares.

Tamaki had noticed something off with his friends. They didn't seem... "into it" today. Like they were trying to avoid each others gaze, blushing every so often. Then it hit him and he blushed himself. It was clear that they were a little uncomfortable around each other since that night. And who could blame them? Alcohol blinded them into doing things they never thought possible with each other. And the follow up at his house? His blush deepened as he recalled trying to come up with some story to his father as to why he had his friends stay over so late.

"Tamaki-kun, are you alright? You look so red."

Tamaki jumped when he felt a hand on his knee and looked up to meet the eyes of a curious customer. He let out a shaky sigh and nodded, smiling.

"Yes, forgive me. My mind seems to be miles away this afternoon. Do not take offense."

The girls smiled and squealed at the kindness in his voice. In actuallity, he was trying to keep his voice from shaking up. He gently turned his head to look at Kyoya, who was staring intently at something on his screen, tapping the top of the laptop. It was almost as if he was thinking about something serious. When he felt someone looking at him, he turned to meet Tamaki's eyes, which only made the blond blush more. Especially when the Shadow King gave the blond a very seductive grin. Tamaki tried so hard no to break under Kyoya's gaze.

If anything, the one who was slightly confused was Haruhi. She was more than confused; she was worried. She did feel an uneasy atmosphere when she walked into the club after class. She recalled in first period that the twins weren't passing notes to each or texting like they usually did. Instead, they tried not to look at each other. And when they did, they would blush and quickly look away.

She scowled in worry. What the hell was going on with her friends today?

Everyone knew it. The men were just not functioning today and it had to end now. Kyoya sighed, shut his laptop and called out,

"Everyone! I apologize for interrupting, but it seems as though the gentlemen are not...themselves today. Everyone needs to leave, excluding the men. We need to have a talk."

Of course, all the ladies groaned in sorrow, but all grabbed their bags to leave. Once they left, Haruhi grabbed her own bag and asked if there was anything she could do to help. Kyoya said no and waved her off.

The moment she was gone and the door to the music room shut, Kyoya sighed loudly and said,

"I think we all know why I asked you to stay behind..."

The men looked all around the room, except at their Shadow King and certainly not at each other. Kyoya pushed his glasses to sit on his nose properly on his nose, trying not to be harsh. He too was having a difficult time focusing on his work because he was staring over at Tamaki.

"Listen, I'm very aware that...things have changed between us since that night. We see each other...in a different set of ways and it's hard to grasp. But we cannot let this interfere with our work. People will start to get suspicious. No doubt Haruhi is already catching on as to why we're not in our zones today. We were all sending out signals. I'm sure some of our customers could sense it too. This cannot go on, is that clear?"

It was quiet. No one dared say a word. The tension was so thick it could easily be cut with a knife.

Finally, Tamaki stood and said, his voice stuttering,

"I feel we're all feeling rather uneasy about discussing this. This is one of those things where talking won't solve anything. It seems we have changed our comfort zone with each other much too drastically. There's no way we can continue the host club like this...what do you think we should do? Any suggestions?"

Hikaru stood and let out a shaky breath, saying,

"It's not so much the club we can't continue. But you're right. We no longer feel comfortable around each other and it's eating all of us alive...maybe...we need to find a way to block out that night."

"You know damn well we can't just do that, Hikaru. How can we block something like that out? It's impossible. Especially for you and Kaoru. That's not the answer..."

Tamaki rubbed his temples. This was stressful...he knew what happened shouldn't have happened, but it did. They all knew it, they all loved it. How were they going to block this out to do their jobs?

"I'm guessing no one has an answer?"

Silence...Kyoya sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Well, this was getting them no where.

"Alright, it seems we all have too much on our minds to think of any kind of solution. Let's go home and think it over...it'll kill me to do this, but I'll cancel upcoming club events so we don't have another episode like today. Is that clear?"

All gave a silent nod and within seconds, the music room was empty, save for Tamaki and Kyoya. The blond was so tired and so stressed out he wasn't sure what to think anymore.

He turned his head to see his friend packing up his laptop and other school supplies, but noticed Tamaki's gaze on him. The blond felt terrible. He damaged the relationship between him and his best friend. Worse, he could have ruined his own club. He never should've accepted that mysterious party invitation.

He felt tears come to his eyes and he tried to wiped them away. Last thing he wanted was for Kyoya to hear him crying again.

Kyoya, on the other hand, was feeling a little down himself. He let his animal instincts get the better of him that night and now the entire future of the club was starting to come to a crash. None of the men wanted that. He looked over at Tamaki, who had his head in his arms...sounded like his was crying. He sighed. This was not going well for them.

He snapped his case shut and turned to leave, patting Tamaki's head just before walking away. The moment his hand connected with the handle, he heard Tamaki's voice speak up

"Do you regret it?"

He turned, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

"What?"

"Do you regret what we did that night? Are you ashamed that it happened?"

"Wha...I..."

Kyoya really didn't have the answer for that. Just the fact that Tamaki suddenly brought it up was shocking alone. His eyes softened as he watched his friend walk up to him and look him in the eye. His soft hand touched his cheek...Kyoya touched his hand and shut his eyes, shaking his head.

"No, I don't regret it. Nor do I think I ever will. And I'm certainly not ashamed it happened. Tamaki, whatever happens happens. I'm trying not to think about the club collapsing over something like this. But there's no easy answer. I-"

Kyoya was suddenly shushed when he felt soft plush lips attach to his own, his eyes wide once again. The kiss ended quickly and Tamaki gave a soft sigh.

"It seems pointless to think about. We were drunk when we shouldn't have indulged. I don't regret it either. I'm just upset that it happened when we were all intoxicated..."

The dark haired man was silenced quickly by his friends words. Was Tamaki making a confession in wanting to...have sex with Kyoya again, but sober? God, he hoped so.

Tamaki remained silent, but pressed his lips against his friends again, hoping for some kind of reaction. He wanted Kyoya to kiss him, hold him, make him wild once again.

A sudden thud reached his ears, and he was suddenly enveloped in Kyoya's arms, kissing back with such a ferocious passion. He realized that his friend had dropped his case to the floor and was now in a heated lip lock with the blond male, arms around his waist and walking them towards one of the couches. All the while, Tamaki was removing Kyoya's tie and blazer, wanting everything off his body. At the couch, Tamaki nearly shredded Kyoya's shirt from his body and unbuckled his belt, throwing it across the room. Kyoya chuckled and began removing all of the blonds clothes, not caring where the landed as he threw them. Once naked infront of each other', Tamaki shivered and reached up to kiss the mans neck, whispering into his ear,

"I don't want this to end. I don't want you to hate me..."

Kyoya rolled his eyes with a smirk and removed his glasses, putting them on the coffee table near by. He took Tamaki's face in his hands and kissed his cheek, saying how he wouldn't dream of hating him. Hell, he was already pushed over that limit when they first met. Oh well, annoying seems to be cute with Tamaki.

Kyoya spread his friends legs and smirked bigger, kissing down his pale body, leaving small red marks in his wake. His finger tips were gliding all over the blonds shivering body, teasing small, pink nipples. Tamaki jumped and arched his back, yearning for more of that touch. And Kyoya was willing to deliver. In a truth, he had fantasized about the blonds body since he left his house. It seemed to set his mind aflame with desire. He wasn't sure it was 'love'. God no. Maybe just lust.

A long whine broke him from his thoughts and Kyoya stared down at the beautiful body below him. Already, Tamaki was getting impatient. His legs were spread and Kyoya saw a small vision of his finger moving in and out of his body. How long was Kyoya in his daze?

"Kyoya...please...no more foreplay. Inside please..."

Love or lust, either way, it made the two very happy. Kyoya gave a gentle smile and leaned in to kiss the blonds lips with full purpose. During the kiss, he positioned himself to the blonds wanting entrance. It seemed to dawn on him then how hard he was. He actually moaned into the kiss when he grabbed his cock to position himself. Not wasting a second, he slammed full force into the blond.

Tamaki threw his head back and let out a scream so loud, it was sure to call attention to anyone walking by. And for the first time, it made Kyoya panic. If anyone were to come in here after hearing that scream, this would be hard to explain...oh god, especially if it was Tamaki's father who walked in. That would probably be a major mood killer.

Kyoya waited for a moment, letting Tamaki adjust to the feeling. He noticed how the blond was biting his lip and a look of pain was written on his face. But somehow...he didn't seem to care. He let his lip slide from his teeth and let out a shuddering moan, pressing his hips closer and wrapped his legs around Kyoya's waist.

"Move...now."

The Shadow King smirked and pressed closer to his friend, whispering in his ear,

"You do know what happens when you talk to me like that, right?"

And then came a chuckle that Kyoya swore he never heard from Tamaki before. It sounded dark...seductive...sexy. He felt lips on his ear, licking around the lobe and heard,

"Maybe I want it like that. I kind of like when Mommy's brutal."

"...Really? You call me that now? You do realize that that almost killed the mood."

Tamaki chuckled again and Kyoya felt the blood suddenly rush back to his aching cock. Somehow, that chuckle just drove him insane.

Tamaki's chuckle was cut off, followed by a quick gasp and moan when he felt Kyoya twitch inside him. But that moan quickly changed to another dark chuckle as Tamaki said,

"I order you...move now. Or I'll have to take what I want by force."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Are you complaining?"

Kyoya smiled and shook his head, leaning over to kiss the blonds neck, before moving his hips back, slamming in less than a second later. Tamaki let out another wild scream, each one growing louder than the last as his friend pounded into his body with such brutal force. And did it hurt? Well, only for a few seconds, but it quickly vanished into such pleasure that Tamaki swore he was become very attached to. In all honesty, he didn't think he'd want this kind of pleasure with anyone else in his life...except Kyoya. This was rare that these thoughts ever crossed his mind. But oh well...all that was on his mind now was the brutal pleasure passing through his veins and core.

Tamaki wasn't sure how long this had been going on. His mind was fading in and out of conscious. His muscles were getting more and more tense with every passing second. And from the look and feel of things, Kyoya was closing in on that point just as quick. So, to help out his friend, Tamaki wrapped his legs around his waist again and pushed himself up into Kyoya's lap, giving him quite a grinding ride. He wrapped his arms around Kyoya's neck and bite down hard on his neck, grinding slowly in his lap. Kyoya was having a hard time seeing with his friend going so slow in his lap. His own hands were around Tamaki's waist, trying so hard to make him go faster. But the feel of him moving so slow...it was such a turn on.

Without warning, Kyoya felt Tamaki's body shudder violently in his arms and he felt wetness on his stomach, not to mention the tightness of the muscles in his body. He jerked up and let out a soft groan, emptying his seed into his blond friend, who in turn let out soft gasps and clung to Kyoya tightly. Then, it was quiet, aside from their soft panting.

Kyoya let out a soft sigh and rubbed his friends back, kissing under his ear. He had never felt the urge to be so gentle with someone...somehow, Tamaki always got under his skin.

"You alright, moron?"

Tamaki chuckled into Kyoya's neck, noticing how Kyoya was his usual self again. But he didn't care. His arms wrapped tighter around his friends neck and nodded, making Kyoya smirk and rub his friends lower back. It was quiet again, save for their soft pants...

Tamaki nuzzled into his friends chest, even as Kyoya gently pulled him up and away from his crotch, then sat him back down on his lap, kissing his neck. The blond let out soft whimpers, but quickly calmed down and his eyes were tired. But he was happy. More than happy...he wondered if the others had opened up to the others like this. It almost made him worried about the others...

"Kyoya, do you think this means something? Us...well, doing this again and being sober?"

"I don't see an issue with us having sex, but as far as feelings go...that could be a problem...why?"

"I'm just worried...about Mori and Hunny...and the twins...if we opened up like this, what if they didn't?"

"What if they don't want to open up like we did?"

Tamaki gasped and his blue eyes went from tired to determined. He quickly got off his friends lap and stood in front of him, hands on his hips...he seemed to forget he was naked.

"No! I won't allow them to be so closed off from each other! That night meant something to us and I'll be all kinds of damned if I allow them to just forget. I could see there was a spark between them when we were all at my house. Kyoya, I have no doubts they all feel something for each other."

"Tamaki, we were drunk."

"I don't care! I'll make them see how happy they all make each other. I could see it in their eyes that night and I want to see it again."

Kyoya stood up quickly and nearly shook the blond out of the weird idea he was planning.

"Do you even hear yourself? You're pretty much suggesting to get them laid. That doesn't even sound like you at all. What's gotten into you?"

Kyoya suddenly froze when he saw Tamaki's lip curve into a small smirk, especially when he felt a soft hand trail down his stomach. He shivered and finally understood what Tamaki meant when he said 'spark.' He wasn't going to deny that sex with Tamaki Suou was something he probably couldn't go on without. He loved it...he may even love him.

He caught his hand in his and said,

"Fine, fine, I see your point. What do you propose we do?"

"I was thinking we could take a trip to one of my beach houses. A little vacation of sorts. I'll take care of everything. I'll even go the extra mile and try to recreate that night-"

"I wouldn't take it that far. You're whole idea seems ridiculous as it stands."

Tamaki flashed his trademark smile and started jumping up and down in victory. He knew it was hard to get Kyoya to agree with his ideas, but when he did, he would feel so proud. Then, he ran to his jeans, pulled out his cell phone and called to make reservations. Once those were done, he was ready to send a mass text, but a soft hand stopped him. He then felt lips attack his neck and a whisper in his ear,

"You do realize you left out Haruhi. Should we take her with us? She might get suspicious."

Tamaki sighed, already knowing that he didn't think about their female member. He had two options:

He could just inform her that the men had things to discuss and that the school surroundings were much too stressful, so they took a small break. That way, she could take a break herself and study, like she always seems to find more fun.

Then there was option two. He could include her in their trip, but risk the embarrassment if she ever discovered the true motive for the trip, which would happen. Haruhi was defiantly not that stupid not to see it.

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, setting his phone down. He was so not sure what to do about this.

He gasped when he felt Kyoya's arms wrap around his waist, kissing his cheek and whispered in his ear,

"We don't have to worry about it right now. From what I heard, we leave this weekend. The first thing we need to do is let the others know about the trip. Then we'll worry about what to do with Haruhi."

"Don't make it sound like she's-"

He was stopped when he felt Kyoya kiss him deeply, his arms rubbing up and down his waist and groin. The blond melted in the kiss. Kyoya was right. They could worry about it later.

Worrying about the trip was the last thing on Tamaki's mind before Kyoya dragged him back to the couch, nearly throwing him on the fabric.

TBC...