I'm on an Ouran kick right now XD. And so, this time it's a KyouyaxTamaki fic! On a totally bizarre and off topic note, I splurged on a printer today and then spent a couple hours printing yaoi pics. Yes I am a very sad human being with nothing better to do. Anyway, enjoy the fic and look forward to part 2! (If I ever finish it -_-)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

Warnings: This is Yaoi/MalexMale/Homosexuals engaging in…well…do I really have to explain XD. If any of this offends you, kindly go to a different fanfic. ^_^

Tamaki knew that he shouldn't have done it. It was only a matter of time before someone came back to find out what was taking him so long. But he just couldn't bring himself to care. The object that so captivated him was slowly brought up to his nose 'Just a little sniff' he thought as he tentatively breathed in. 'Ahh, it smells just like-' His thoughts were interrupted by a cool but slightly amused voice. "Tamaki, what exactly are you doing with my shirt?" Kyouya asked, sunlight from outside glinting sharply off his glasses. Tamaki flushed and began flailing his arms, trying desperately to find an excuse. "I-I just…umm..thought I should fold your shirt up for you! Yeah! Wouldn't want a nice shirt like this getting all dusty from the floor right?" Tamaki said, swiftly regaining his composure as he gently folded the shirt. Kyouya just sighed and turned to leave, 'forgetting' to mention the shirt had been folded when he'd left the change room.

Moments later Tamaki stepped gracefully out of the change room and into the adoring eyes of his princesses. Today was a 'Jungle' theme and he had made sure his and Haruhi's outfits had matched. Tarzan and Jane. Of course the plan had fallen through when Haruhi had mentioned that no one knew she was a girl. For the millionth time. Tamaki, crest fallen, had slumped in a corner and sulked for the next half hour until it was time to get ready. It was Kyouya who had brought him from his pitiful state with a gentle "Time to get to work, Daddy." Tamaki had glanced up, ready to pout some more when he realized Kyouya was wearing a loincloth. Only a loincloth. Good thing Kyouya hadn't stuck around long enough to catch the blood flooding to Tamaki's cheeks, as well as…other places.

His little 'crush' on Kyouya had begun quite some time ago but it was only recently that it had gone beyond the fantasies he sometimes indulged in. They simply weren't enough anymore, he needed the 'real thing' so to speak. That was hopeless of course. Kyouya had never shown interest in being anything more than friends and Tamaki didn't want to risk that by confessing to him. And so he resigned himself to unrequited love, watching Kyouya's every move from a safe distance. Hoping that he would never recognize the way Tamaki felt and at the same time wanting him to see it. 'Well this is just not fair.' Tamaki grumbled to himself, trying to keep himself immersed in conversation but unable to pull his eyes away from Kyouya. Mostly because of the way he was sitting. Tamaki could almost see his boxers. Which he actually should have been able to see, at least partially. Wait, was he even wearing underwear? Tamaki forced his heart beat to slow and dragged his eyes upward, directly into the gaze of Kyouya. 'Shit, did he see me staring?' Face red as a strawberry, Tamaki brought his attention back to the girls in front of him and tried to stop thinking about it. But the way he was sitting…he had to know Tamaki would be able to see. 'That's crazy. Why would Kyouya want me to see that? Unless he- No! Don't start thinking like that. This is Kyouya we're talking about after all.' Laughing half heartedly, Tamaki forced his mind to focus on being a host and managed to keep it there for the remainder of the day with only a small fantasy here and there disrupting his conscience.

As the host club began to dissipate that night, Tamaki couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Something being Kyouya. It had started with little things like 'accidentally' being able to see under Kyouya's loincloth and 'bumping into' each other more frequently than usual. But while they were changing things had taken a turn. Tamaki was always the last one to finish, so the fact that he was last again this time wasn't surprising. What was surprising was that Kyouya was still there after everyone else had left. Most days, he was the first one finished. Actually besides today Tamaki couldn't remember a day where he'd even been second. Kyouya had blatantly stared at Tamaki as he changed, quite obviously enjoying the 'show'. The prince squirmed uncomfortably, unsure of what he should do. Before he could say anything, Kyouya walked forward until they were only a few inches from each other and said in a voice just above a whisper, "Come to my place for a while. I have some things to…talk to you about." and promptly left, not even waiting for a reply. Not that Tamaki would've been able to form a reply. He stood in a state of shock for a few minutes before regaining enough sense to throw his clothes on and run out the door.