"Tamaki, why did you keep glancing over at me when I was asking Kyoya about the ball?" a pretty girl said as she walked over to Tamaki, where he sat with two other clients.

"Because, my beautiful flower, your heavenly graces draw my eye, even as I try to look away. The sight of your beautiful smile causes my heart to race," Tamaki said smoothly, taking the girl's hands in his own.

The girl blushed deeply. "Oh, Tamaki!" she said breathily. Her friends squealed excitedly and turned red just from watching, hearts dancing in their eyes.

On the other side of the room, Kyoya rolled his eyes a little. His boyfriend was extremely flirtatious, even with other people's clients.

  Although, he thought, it was that exact attitude that had made their club a success in the first place, so he supposed he couldn't really be too annoyed. He turned his attention back to his notes.

"K-Kyoya-senpai? May I sit with you?" He looked up, surprised. He rarely ever had anyone request to sit with him, as the girls normally went for Tamaki. It had been a while since he'd actually hosted, and he really did not feel like faking that kind of charm today, but it was generally not their policy to turn down a client.

"Of course, miss...?" he said politely, closing his notebook with a snap.

"My name is Sakura Inoue. You can call me Sakura," she said, blushing furiously as she sat down next to Kyoya.

Kyoya smiled charmingly. "Hello, Sakura. Is this your first time to the host club? I think I would've remembered seeing a face as pretty as yours," he said, resting his head nonchalantly on one hand.

Sakura slowly turned redder as she fumbled for an answer. "Y-y-yes, it is," she said, starstruck.

Kyoya nodded. "I thought so. What brings you here today?"

"You," she said in a whisper.

Kyoya raised one eyebrow. "Me?"

She nodded. Kyoya smiled. "Well, I hope I don't disappoint," he said. She grinned sheepishly.

"Is anyone else going to be sitting with us today?" Sakura asked, her voice gaining a little confidence.

Kyoya shook his head. "No, just you and I."

Sakura grinned happily. "Great," she said, the blush slowly fading off her face.

Kyoya found himself smiling a more genuine smile at her simple pleasure and the two began to talk, Sakura leading the conversation wherever she felt comfortable enough to not be quite so star-struck. Her confidence slowly grew as Kyoya tried to encourage her to talk and responded enthusiastically.

Honestly, Kyoya was just gratified she seemed to be so engaged. He was not always a riveting conversationalist, and it had been a while since he had been actively hosting, let alone one-on-one with a client.  

A loud crash came from the other side of the room. Sakura giggled behind her hand as he glared across the room at the twins, who had knocked over a table. Again.

"Th-the twins get up to a lot, huh?"

"You could say that. They will be the death of me, those little-" He stopped himself. "My apologies. I very nearly said something I should not say in front of a lady."

Sakura burst out laughing. Tamaki glanced over at the two of them, a strange expression on his face. Kyoya winked quickly at him and turned his attention back to his client.

"Oh, that's nothing. You should hear about my brothers," Sakura began, and launched into quite an amusing story about something  her younger brothers had done on their first day at a new school.

Tamaki was looking over at the table as he stood up suddenly. "Until tomorrow, ladies!"

Sakura stood up from the table, smiling. "Bye, Kyoya-senpai. Thanks for a wonderful time."

"My pleasure," he said politely, though he was itching to get back to his paperwork and avoid any more human interaction.

Sakura, blushing furiously, bent and quickly kissed Kyoya on the cheek, running from the room before he had a chance to respond.

Kyoya sat in mild surprise for a moment before shaking his head slightly and turning his attention back to his finances report.

Tamaki came over to his desk, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of his chair and onto his feet. Kyoya stumbled uncharacteristically, caught off guard.

"Tamaki... What the-"

"Just c'mon."

Tamaki walked quickly out of the classroom, hand still clasped around Kyoya's wrist. As they reached the empty hall, Tamaki stopped and Kyoya pried his hand free.

"What on earth is your problem?" Kyoya questioned, straightening his glasses.

"Who was that girl you were sitting with?"

"Sakura Inoue. First time Host Club client, shy, first-year, if I recall correctly."

"I thought you weren't taking clients this week!"

"I hadn't planned to, but she walked up and asked to sit with me. What was I supposed to do, turn her down?"

"Yes!" Tamaki exclaimed.

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so upset about this? You're being weird."

"Well, because... um.... y-you lied to me, saying you weren't taking clients. You can't lie to me. Bad for business." Tamaki stammered his excuse, never making direct eye contact with Kyoya.

"I didn't lie to you, I wasn't taking clients. She walked up and sat down, what on earth was I supposed to do, turn her request down? That would be bad for business."

Tamaki seemed even more flustered than he had been before. "Still, I don't like it. She seemed.. untrustworthy."

"She was perfectly sweet. Trying a bit too hard, but nice enough."

"Kyoya, I do not like you talking to her."

"Might I ask why?"

"Because she likes you!" Tamaki burst out, face flushing deeply.

"Oh." Kyoya paused for a moment. "Well, why does that matter?"

Tamaki got even redder, if that were even possible. "Because I don't like anyone else looking at you like that. Like they want you."

Kyoya was slightly annoyed by this. "Oh, you are such a hypocrite," he said flatly. "You have more girls drooling over you than the rest of the hosts combined. They send you love letters and presents, and don't think I don't see how close you come to kissing them. All for the sake of the club, I know," Kyoya said, cutting off the beginning of Tamaki's sentence with a placating gesture, "But it still drives me crazy sometimes."

"I don't see your point," Tamaki huffed, crossing his arms over his chest..

"Yes, you do. My point is," Kyoya said, trying not to be too harsh, "that I tolerate- in complete silence- watching you flirt and be flirted with, but one client sits with me for half a session and you freak out and almost bruise my wrist dragging me out of the room."

"I was jealous, okay? I'm sorry. Let's just go home," Tamaki muttered, embarrassed. He seemed to have deflated a bit since his original protest.

Kyoya followed Tamaki back to the club room to get their things, rolling his eyes fondly. Honestly. The things he put up with. Tamaki was lucky he loved him so much.

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At Kyoya's house later that night, Tamaki was sprawled lazily across most of the bed while Kyoya sat cross-legged on one corner, typing away at his laptop.

"Whatcha doing?" Tamaki said curiously, butting his head between Kyoya's arm and the keyboard.

"Working."

Tamaki nuzzled his blonde hair into Kyoya's side. "Working?"

"Working. And you are acting like a cat. Stop it."

"Meow to you too," Tamaki retorted. "Kyoya?"

"Yes?"

"Pay attention to me," came the answering whine, "You've been ignoring me for that laptop all night."

Kyoya shut the laptop lid and smirked. "Even getting jealous of my laptop, now, Tamaki?"

Tamaki huffed and looked away. "Maybe."

Sliding his laptop onto the nightstand, Kyoya let himself drape over Tamaki's chest. "Someone has jealousy issues," he murmured in Tamaki's ear.

Tamaki's breath caught.

"Well... You're mine. I got jealous, but that's normal!"

Kyoya couldn't help his small laugh. "You're lucky you're cute when you're all up in arms about something. Particularly if you're jealous."

Tamaki rolled his eyes but gently kissed the top of his head and carded his fingers through soft black hair. "Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm," Kyoya murmured in response, humming in satisfaction at Tamaki's gentle musician's fingers playing with his hair. As good as he usually was about resisting physical affection if he was trying to work or prove a point, his biggest weakness was little things like this: being held as if he was something important to be treasured, Tamaki playing with his hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. He also loved Tamaki getting jealous, as strange as it was.

There was just something a bit gratifying in knowing your lover wanted everyone to know that they loved you, that you were theirs to love. 

And Kyoya belonged irrevocably to Tamaki. Mind, body, heart, and soul. 

So when Tamaki pushed Kyoya playfully against a pillow and braced his body over Kyoya's, kissing him long and slow, then pulled back and whispered "Mine", Kyoya's heart skipped a beat.

"Yours," he agreed, a bit breathlessly. "All yours."