Tamaki slowly woke up, dimly aware of the fact that he was not in his own room. The bed wasn't as soft as he remembered and the room was slightly cooler than he would have preferred it. He attempted to snuggle deeper into his pillow, trying to find some warmth, only to realize that what he was resting against was most certainly not a pillow.
He felt warm flesh against his own, and a languorous smile stretched across the golden prince's lips.
Oh, yes…now he remembered.
He continued to grin, unable to wipe the smile from his face. He was now fully aware of the fact that he was most definitely in the same bed with their host's club very own shadow king, Kyoya.
Realizing where he was, he reminisced on what had brought him there. The two of them had stayed up late into the night; exchanging kisses and soft conversation long after the moon had risen and had begun to make its trek across the night sky, and then had fallen asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.
He knew that it should feel more strange, but the truth of it was that it felt like that most natural thing in the world.
As though it had been meant to happen.
With that idea lodged in his mind, he absently ran his fingers across the young man's side, his eyes catching on the bruises left by their senior host, Morinozuka Takashi.
That was the one thing that hadn't come up in their nighttime conversation. Yes, there had been the brief, almost-discussion when Tamaki had first entered the room, but other than that, nothing had been said about it.
At that thought, his hand stilled against his lover's skin, and he began to wonder…did anything really need to be said?
Tamaki wasn't an idiot; he knew what had happened between the two of them, and even though he didn't fully agree with the actions of either host, he could still see and understand both sides of it.
Ah, the curse of being empathetic.
He understood things too much…and yet, at the same time, not enough.
Brushing his maudlin thoughts to the side, he instead focused his energies on thinking up a creative way to rouse Kyoya so that he woke up in a very good mood.
However, before he could even begin his devious planning, he felt a hand gently rubbing his shoulder, and he quickly became aware of the fact that Kyoya was already awake…and smiling?
In absolute disbelief, Tamaki stared at his bed companion, who now had a faint smile on his lips, his eyes barely open.
"Good morning, Tamaki," he drawled, knowing full well that he had his undivided attention. "Sleep well?"
Deciding to simply go with it, the blonde host flashed Kyoya a bright smile.
"The best in a long time," he said, sincerity lacing his tone, his voice soft.
They fell silent for several long seconds, enjoying the feel of each other; Kyoya's hand continued to make small circles on Tamaki's shoulder, and Tamaki reciprocated by placing his own right hand on the shadow king's chest, tracing irregular patterns across the smooth expanse of skin, marveling at their situation.
Several times, however, the thought of saying something entered into both of their minds…but they remained silent.
Finally, after several long minutes, Kyoya was the one to unexpectedly break the silence.
"I saw something interesting last night, Tamaki…" He paused for dramatic effect, and then continued. "…Involving Mori-senpai and a certain female host."
He waited expectantly for a burst of anger, most likely to be accompanied with exclamations of "Daddy says no!" or something of the sort…but there was nothing. He looked down at the blonde head resting on his chest and watched in amazement as a faint smile crossed Tamaki's mouth.
"Good for them," was all he said, but at hearing it Kyoya felt a surge of affection for the young man.
It was amazing how he could hold grudges over the smallest things for indecently long amounts of time, but could also let some of the biggest things go so easily.
He supposed that it had something to do with the fact that Tamaki was finally happy, so it became easier to let others be happy as well.
Kyoya was pleased to see this; it was nice to see his friend turning into a more mature adult. He still wasn't entirely there, yet, but he was certainly improving.
The two of them continued to lie there, enjoying the peace and quiet of the room…the only sound lingering was the sound of their soft breathing and the slight hum of the air flowing through the room from the fan above them.
However, both of their stomachs suddenly rumbled in unison and the serene mood was broken.
Tamaki chuckled, and then looked up at the man he would soon call his lover.
"So…care for some breakfast?"
Kyoya gave him a faint smile and then it stretched into a full-fledged grin.
"Only if you bring it to me."
With that, Tamaki reluctantly pulled himself from the young host's body and walked to the door, grabbing Kyoya's gray silk robe from the back of it, sliding it over his shoulders.
He walked into the hallway and headed for the dining room. His stomach grumbled once more and he smiled to himself.
Yes…breakfast in bed for two sounded like a great way to start the day.
A.N. - This chapter is focused on Kyoya and Tamaki because I felt that we needed to see Tamaki letting go of his miscontstrued feelings towards Haruhi, and not just have it happen all magically. Poof! He doesn't care anymore! That wasn't how I wanted it to look, so please enjoy it! The next chapter, I SWEAR, is focused on our favorite couple once more. Love you!