Their beloved king was currently sat moping in the darkened corner, mushrooms sprouting around him in the gloom.

Haruhi approached the group of watching boys, quirking a curious eyebrow.

"What's his problem?" she asked, perplexed but unsurprised by Tamaki's mood. It seemed they couldn't get through one day without their club president having some kind of tantrum.

"It seems that Tamaki may be upset at being left out," stated the Shadow King disinterestedly, regarding his clipboard and jotting down a few notes.

"Left out?" she queried, nonplussed.

"Yes," chirped Honey. "Everyone got to play with Haru-chan except for him!"

Haruhi's cheeks dusted pink at the knowledge that his current bad mood was about her before she realised the implications of what the boys had been discussing, and the fact that they had all been involved with her over the past year. Her face flushed a deep red and registered a look of horror. She was embarrassed by the fact that they all seemed to have no problem talking about it when she wasn't around.

And now Tamaki was aware of her escapades. Could this get any worse?

Suddenly the club founder and king was right behind them.

"I am not feeling left out!" he cried, teeth gnashing in anger. "I just can't believe you perverts have defiled my little girl. Daddy just wants to look after you."

Haruhi nearly buckled under the sudden weight of Tamaki wrapping his arms around her before he lifted her and squeezed. Hard.

"Tamaki-senpai, please put me back down," Haruhi wheezed. "I can't breathe!"

Reluctantly, he did so, but only because he was afraid another club member would come to her rescue and pluck her from his arms. He didn't want any of them touching her.

Not his daughter.

The host club had packed up for the day and all the members had gone home, or at least, so Haruhi thought. She herself was halfway out the school before she realised that she had left some textbooks back in the third music room and with an annoyed sigh turned back around. She would miss her train for sure.

When she re-entered the room it was to find Tamaki sat at the grand piano, idly depressing the keys, a distracted expression on his face. Forgetting her books, Haruhi walked over to where he sat and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay, Senpai?" she asked, prompting him to look up at her and offer a sad half-smile. "Is this about what the others were talking about earlier?"

Tamaki dropped his head back down to stare intently at the piano keys.

"I just want to look after my daughter, to keep you safe and away from those perverts. Is that so wrong?" he asked, his head drooping further so that his hair shadowed his eyes from her. Haruhi sighed and placed her hand over his, causing him to look up startled into her face, which was a lot closer than it had been before.

"Senpai... Tamaki. You are not my father, and I don't want you to be. It's okay that you want to keep me safe, but you know that the others would never hurt me. They care about me, the same way I care about them. The same way I care about you."

Tamaki's face coloured slightly when she dropped the honorific and then flushed completely when she told him she cared. His mind was going a mile a minute. She cared about him, but not like a father. Like she cared for the others. And she and the others had...

His hand came up to cover his mouth.

Haruhi reached her hand up and her fingers tentatively touched his, then with more confidence, she gently tugged the hand down and away from his mouth. Tenderly, she entwined their fingers bringing them to rest in his lap and she leaned forwards to kiss him. The kiss was chaste, closed lips pressed softly together and she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, even as his widened.

Still with her lips pressed to his, she reached blindly behind him and closed the lid over the piano keys with a definitive snap. The sudden sound caused Tamaki to start, slightly panicked. His mind was a swirl of confused emotions and he couldn't quite get a handle on them. Kissing Haruhi felt so right and yet... it was his job to look after her... wasn't it? Didn't he have a duty of care?

Pulling away, Haruhi smiled kindly up at him.

"You worry too much," she admonished him playfully before tugging on his hand and leading him over to one of the sumptuous sofas that they had in music room number three. She directed him to sit on the large cushions and to lean back, straddling him and kissing him briefly before climbing back off to stand before him.

His heart rate was skyrocketing, forcing blood into his face in a fierce blush while the rest settled decidedly south. Between the two, it was hardly any wonder he seemed to stop functioning.

Haruhi, contradictorily, seemed wholly unaffected, radiating a confidence which was typical of her, although the sexual self-assurance was something new. Tamaki swallowed hard as Haruhi reached for her tie, loosening it before slipping it out of her shirt collar.

"I-I-I..." came his nonsensical stutter as he looked about the room in a panic, certain that this was either a dream or a prank. All thought was lost, however, when her hands reached for her first button, slipping it through its hole and exposing the smallest sliver of pale skin. Her eyes met and held his and suddenly, he couldn't look away.

Time seemed to slow down and by the time Haruhi had divested of her shirt, pulling the camisole over her head to leave her in her bra, Tamaki was almost in physical pain. She was so beautiful. A muffled squeak forced its way out of his throat as she toed off her shoes, removing her trousers to stand before him in only her underwear.

Straddling him once again, Haruhi could feel the press of his arousal against her thigh and she smiled before pressing her lips to his. There was no hesitation on his part this time and he gripped her hips, grinding against her core as his tongue explored the warm cave of her mouth.

It was with a whimper that he finally released her, reluctantly allowing her to climb off him again. Whatever it was that was happening, his feelings were far from paternal and Tamaki was feeling conflicted. What would happen if he allowed himself to see Haruhi as a woman, and a desirable one at that?

He had always liked Haruhi a lot. Maybe he could even admit that he loved her. How was it that he could have been so completely oblivious to the reality of his attraction to her. She wasn't a cute little girl, she was a beautiful woman, and he wanted her.

She was definitely not his daughter.

"I feel like maybe you're a little overdressed, Senpai."

The honorific slipped out through force of habit and she tried to play it off with a flirtatious smile but Tamaki frowned slightly at her.

"Could you call me Tamaki, please. I don't want you to think of me as your Senpai."

She nodded her agreement, smiling softly at him before looking pointedly once more at his clothed body. "It's up to you, Tamaki. I understand that this might seem to be a little out of the blue for you, but I like you a lot. You're funny, and loyal, chivalrous, and I find you very attractive. But, if you're not comfortable, we'll stop. Otherwise, I think this would go better with fewer clothes."

Tamaki's jaw dropped as the tips of his ears glowed pink. Briefly, he contemplated allowing his host persona to take over. There was no denying that he was a lot smoother in host mode. He quickly dismissed this thought though. That wasn't the real Tamaki, it was just a role he played. Sure there was a lot of his own personality mixed in there, it wasn't completely fake, but he didn't feel like he needed to make an effort to woo Haruhi the same way he did the other girls. Haruhi liked him for him, the real him, not the pretty words and the revealing costumes and the assumed tears.

The smile in his face was genuine when he stood up, shrugging off his jacket and laying it across the arm of a chair.

"You're right, Haruhi. I am a little overdressed." His tie followed his jacket and soon his shirt as well. Haruhi watched him in silence, distracted enough by his slow exposure that she didn't notice how his smile flipped into a smirk. Leaving his trousers on, Tamaki stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms, tilted her head up with one finger under her chin and kissed her deeply.

Haruhi lost herself in the play of tongue against tongue, a warmth settling into the pit of her stomach and spreading out across her body. She took a step forward and he followed her lead, allowing Haruhi to walk him back towards the sofa. Following him down, they ended up reclining along the length of it, their legs intertwined and their tongues still dancing together as Tamaki repositioned them so that he was propped up, her body pressed beneath him.

They broke apart when the need for air became greater than their need for each other and Tamaki trailed his hand down her body, palming her breast briefly before smoothing down her flat stomach, across her hip and down between their bodies.

"I like you a lot, too, Haruhi." His fingers brushed briefly across the front of her underwear, causing her to gasp quietly, then turned to undo his own trousers pushing them over his hips to get tangled at his knees.

Haruhi laughed softly and drew back, shuffling down his body to help remove the offending item. His underwear quickly followed and they both blushed when Haruhi stole a glance at his quivering member, engorged with blood. The head was almost plum coloured and Tamaki inhaled sharply as her fingers tentatively stroked it's length, the muscle twitching against her hand.

A shiver ran down her spine as his fingers danced up it. She tangled her fingers into his hair, moaning into his mouth as he unsnapped her bra, drawing it down her arms and pulling away to look at her properly, her dusky nipples peaking under his gaze and in stark contrast to her pale skin.

His fingers brushed over them and they stiffened further, eliciting a whimper from her and his hands moved down across her ribs, tracing over the soft contours of her stomach and then further, slipping beneath the cotton of her underwear and tangling in the curls between her thighs. Haruhi gasped, her fingers in his hair tightening as he dipped into the well of her sex, his fingers coming away slick.

Holding on to the waistband, Tamaki carefully pulled her briefs down her thighs and past her knees and Haruhi kicked them away, uncaring where they landed.

In one move Haruhi flipped their positions and Tamaki found himself on his back, Haruhi naked and beautiful above him. His erection throbbed almost painfully, desperate to be inside of her. It felt as though an eternity passed as they silently watched each other, neither speaking or making a move.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his and reached to where her wallet was still tucked into her trouser pocket, fumbling momentarily before extracting the foil packet. Breaking away from the kiss, Haruhi used her teeth to tear open the square casing.

Gently, her nails scraping lightly across his stomach, making him shiver, Haruhi reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around his member, her practiced hand rolling the condom into place and then guiding him towards her entrance.

Her slick heat surrounded him and as she sank lower he couldn't contain his groan of appreciation. Physically it felt amazing -nothing had felt quite as good as this in his seventeen years- but nothing could have prepared him for the emotional reaction he would have to making love to Fujioka Haruhi.

And it was love. He was completely and irrevocably in love with the woman in his lap and Tamaki didn't understand how he had ever confused these feelings for something else.

As she moved over him, her eyes closed, her lip between her teeth, it took all of Tamaki's willpower to hold on to his control. She fit him like a glove, her velvet walls tight around him. The sounds she was making pushed him right up to the edge though. Mewling pants interspersed with satisfying moans. As she moved her breasts quivered and bounced and he reached up to cup them, his thumbs gently flicking the nipples, his palms kneading the soft mounds. Her movements became faster and more erratic and as she undulated her hips, the last vestiges of his control snapped.

His orgasm hit him hard, and he grasped at her hips, trying to stop her moving too much as he emptied his seed, burying himself as deeply inside her as he could. Haruhi's own orgasm followed his and the clasping of her sex on his prolonged his pleasure even further. She cried out above him, then slumped back onto him, the two a tangled heap of sweaty limbs.

They lay that way, gasping and panting, for several minutes, willing their heart rates to slow. Haruhi pulled away and Tamaki removed the condom, tying it off and putting it into the waste bin before laying back on the sofa and pulling Haruhi back onto his chest so that they were lying flush together. He pulled the throw that was conveniently located along the back of the sofa and draped it over the two of them to stave off the cold.

Looking at him now, his face relaxed, eyes closed and arms loosely wrapped around her, Haruhi couldn't help her mind drifting to the other hosts. Takashi, Kyoya, Kaoru, Hikaru, Honey. And now Tamaki. Her boys, the boys that she loved.

Society would frown on this, her love shared with so many, but she couldn't see anything bad in it, and in all honesty, she had never particularly cared about societal dictates. Most of the time they didn't make much sense anyway. But then, that didn't mean it would be easy. She couldn't chose just one of them, how could she, when she loved them all so much? So it was all of them, or none of them. If they decided none of them, sure it would hurt, but she could respect that. It made sense really. So if this was all she was to have, these individual moments with each of them, then she could be happy, knowing that she loved and was loved in return.

If they could ignore convention, make their own happiness without other people's rules oppressing them? But Haruhi hardly dared hope that she could be so lucky.

"Are you okay, Tamaki?" Haruhi asked, placing her hand on his chest.

The blonde looked at her, his eyes holding a faraway look and a soft, almost dopey smile on his face. "I... Yes," he agreed, closing his eyes again and breathing steadily through his nose. The situation was unprecedented and he couldn't deny feeling a modicum of jealousy over her involvement with the other boys, but he had gone into this with his eyes open, and he had no regrets. He opened his eyes again, watching with a little sadness as Haruhi got up and dressed quickly before offering him a warm, loving smile.

Noticing that Tamaki seemed to be in something of a daze, Haruhi helped him to get dressed, tucking his tie in his pocket, deciding that putting it back on was too much hassle and somewhat unnecessary now that school had finished. Tenderly, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, prompting him to focus on her properly.

"I love you, Tamaki, I love all of you. I could never pick between you all. I hope you understand," she whispered to him before looking questioningly up at him, testing the waters created by her words and actions. After a brief pause and a considering look, Tamaki brushed his hand across her cheek and around her jaw, bringing her face up for him to better look at. He gently touched his lips to hers in a chaste kiss.

"I love you too. If it means sharing you, then I will share you."

She beamed happily up at him, throwing her arms around his neck and instinctively he wrapped his around her waist, lifting her off the floor.

Tamaki really thought in this moment that everything would work out. When they were together, it was just the two of them. There had been no room for jealousy, no place for hurt. When she looked at him, it was as if there were no other people in the world. How had he ever thought that he loved her as a daughter?

Outside the door the rest of the Host Club were gathered, their conversation hushed so that they wouldn't be discovered.

The situation they found themselves in was an unusual one. Each of them was in love with the secret female in their group and they were all feeling jealousy to various degrees. As much as they understood the situation, that she was also in love with each of them, they couldn't help but feel possessive of her.

Mori was stoic as ever, quietly watching the others. He thought back to his own time with Haruhi, the blush on his face so faint none of the others noticed. He certainly wouldn't mind a repeat of that experience and he was immensely pleased that he had had the privilege of being her first lover. He wasn't too sour that she had also been with the others, although knowing that she was with Tamaki at that moment left him a little down.

Honey was much of the same view. Despite appearances, he was actually very mature. He knew when he had asked her around his house to watch a movie that night that he would have to share her. As long as it was something that she wanted, he would be there for her. Honey would be fine as long as he had a part of her for himself.

Other than offering the occasional comment, Kyoya quietly scribbled in his book. In actuality, he wasn't writing anything important, it was for appearances sake mostly. He used his notebook like a shield, to hide his emotions from the people around him. It was really rather effective. The light hit his glasses just so, concealing his eyes so that the shield was complete. While he may seem as unaffected as Mori did, it was quite possible that his jealousy burned the hottest. Except perhaps Tamaki, but that idiot wouldn't recognise his own emotions if they smacked him in the face. He knew it was something that he would have to move past, he hadn't gotten where he was in life allowing his emotions to control his decisions, but he couldn't deny he wanted Haruhi to himself. He could learn to share though, if he needed to, if it was necessary for him to have a piece of Haruhi of his own. Perhaps, one day, he might even manage to convince her to be his and his alone. Patience and perseverance. He had them in spades.

It was the twins that were making the most noise, however. They were playful and mischievous, but their emotions ran strong, especially for Hikaru, who could hardly contain himself. While neither boy would consider keeping Haruhi to himself over the other, they didn't understand why Haruhi would need anyone else when she had both the Hitachiins.

"So what?" Hikaru cried in an outburst, his cheeks flushing pink. "Do we just ask her to choose?"

"Maybe that's the only option. She knows how we all feel. It's up to her now," Honey piped up, his demeanour unusually sombre.

"And then what?" Kaoru asked, staring down at his feet, his arms crossed. "We just shake hands and move on? Congratulate the best man on his win? I don't think I could do that. I... I love her, and if I had to let her go, I would, but I don't think I could carry on the way we are, knowing that she was with one of you instead of me."

"So, why don't we... share?"

The suggestion came from Mori, who as of yet had not uttered a word. Two dropped jaws, one calculated flash on glass and one excited squeal met his suggestion. Not that it was something they hadn't all thought, but to have the temerity to actually utter the words, to suggest something so unconventional, was unexpected to say the least from their quietest host brother. None of the others had wanted to be the ones to suggest it.

Hikaru, Kaoru and Honey all started to talk at once, voices overlapping as they debated the pros and cons of the suggestion while Kyoya scribbled furiously in his book. They were so involved that at first they didn't notice the handle of the door rattle.

Their mouth's snapped closed as the door opened and the group adopted unconvincing poses of nonchalance that Haruhi definitely wasn't buying. She chose to ignore this however, she was just too happy. It was obvious that the group had been talking about the situation as it currently stood and the semi-circle of hopeful faces in front of her had her believing that maybe this could all work itself out.

"Have you all figured it out amongst you?" she asked, releasing Tamaki's hand to step forward and address the group, hands clasped behind her back and a small smile on her face.

The boys looked uneasily at each other before Kyoya decided that it was up to him to take the lead on this situation. It was his usual role, after all.

"We have... come to an agreement, provisionally dependent on your own opinion, of course."

Haruhi's smile turned mischievous as she wove her fingers together behind her back, rocking forwards slightly on her heels.

"Is that so? Well, a discussion for another time, perhaps. I just need to clean up."

Behind her, a door that hadn't been there before stood ajar, giving the men a glimpse of an opulent shower room standing behind. She walked towards it, her hips swaying provocatively and the enraptured hosts could only watch as she moved. Just as she reached the door, she flashed them all a smile over her shoulder, dropping her blazer to the floor before disappearing inside, the door not quite closed.

I've got to say, of all the chapters I found this the hardest. Despite it being canon for the manga, I've only seen the anime and while obviously there are times that I can see an attraction between them, overall I just can't get behind this pairing. It's why it took me so long to write and I'm not sure if it's the best but I'm just going to leave that there. I have done what I set out to do. Haruhi's first time with each of them, very loosely connected by an almost plot. I hope you have enjoyed.