Haruhi and Her Hosts, Chp 5, NC-17

After what happened between them, Tamaki and Haruhi couldn't bear to see the other club members or their clients, and instead departed via a secret escape tunnel Tamaki's father had built in case anything should happen to the school. It seemed impolite for Haruhi to ask if these tunnels were simply meant for Tamaki and not the students, but the thought did cross her mind.

At least, the girl thought, this gave senpai the opportunity to hold my hand like he's always wanted to. In fact, the boy was practically dancing as they headed down the dimly lit corridor. He was so happy.

Kyouya was not. Despite the fact that these were secret passage ways, he had managed to set up several night-vision cameras with which to capture any suspicious behavior. Not out of civic duty. Out of distrust of almost every living thing (although when it came down to it he knew pretty much exactly to expect of every person he met, except for Haruhi).

And it was this slight error in judgment that left the vice-president with a spastic penis and a foul mood. Every time one of the clients approached him for anything he had to try very hard not to snap at them, and several times his self-control lost the battle. Eventually the girls just stayed away, asking Honey for help instead.

God. The day could not get worse.

Then his palm pilot rang. And the day got worse.

He had set his computers to alert him when any motion was detected in the tunnels- and often, it was nothing. Small animals and custodial workers sometimes stumbled into the dank and boring areas and deemed them too pointless for any further review. This meant that Kyouya would disappear for twenty minutes at a time only to return with a slightly annoyed expression because a bat had flown into the wrong cave.

Today, however, his sour disposition was not due to rodent interference in his schedule. It was caused by the sight of two teenagers holding hands and smiling at each other and laughing and enjoying each other's company and just really getting on his nerves altogether. Damnit Tamaki, must you have everything?

Wow. That was a bit of a possessive thought. Considering you blew her off and everything.

Kyouya ignored his common sense and stabbed a finger at the computer screen he'd installed in one of the back rooms, "This isn't over, Fujioka."

"What's not over with Haru-chan?" Honey was standing in the doorway, smacking his lips as if he had a strange taste in his mouth, "Did you two have a fight?"

It took Kyouya about ten seconds to remember that this was a senior standing in front of him, not a five year old. His first reaction to the question had been, "Yes, yes, we had a very violent fight with lots of heads knocking together," But he decided that was probably inappropriate considering the boy seemed rather well-versed on sex and would get what was actually going on.

"She's with...she's with Tamaki, Honey-senpai." Somehow, showing weakness to the small bunny-bearing one seemed alright.

"Oooh...." Honey looked a little sad, feeling at least in part responsible for Kyouya's hurt feelings, "I didn't know...that part."

"What? What else is going on?" Kyouya barely hid his anger, flashing perfect white teeth like a territorial primate and immediately regretting the unsophisticated gesture.

"Ah, well..." A hot flush stained Honey's cheeks and he looked at his feet, "I overheard Haruhi talking to herself and brought Mori over to listen-"

"You didn't...SHARE her, did you?!" Kyouya looked mortified. He had known about Mori doing something with her, however minute, and it was disgusting to think that the youthful face in front of him had had sex. And Honey swore he could smell a twinge of jealousy in the air.

"No..." He looked up, frowning, "Mori took it upon himself to...help...her..."

Kyouya flopped down in his office chair, as if his legs simply chose no longer to hold him up, "Oh...well...that's nice. He fucked our only other 'pure' type."

"He didn't..." Honey offered, but Kyouya didn't seem to be listening, and was instead furiously sorting the papers on his desk.

"I do everything in my power....I didn't even need to give her an alternative, I could have just made her pay it off...there's no reason for me to feel like this...but then again, Mori-senpai doesn't ever seem to feel either....and Tamaki, he's just ecstatic isn't he, what did he do with her...fuckers, all of them, I don't need them, I'll just stay here and do work until I die..."

Honey stared, a bit frightened, as this went on for about a minute and a half before Kyouya collapsed against the desk in a heap. Deciding it was safe to approach, the blonde stepped forward and placed a hand on the lamenting boy's back. He tried to smile, but found he was too started at the situation to really move his face much.

"Maybe I could...talk to Haru-chan..." Honey offered, but Kyouya simply shook his head and waved a hand at the screen, where Tamaki and Haruhi were entering a car somewhere on the east end of the school, smiling and holding hands. The senior frowned, thinking of the twins for a moment, and then looked down at the vice-president.

And realized- no matter what, they're all going to be affected the same way. Haruhi made her choice, as far as they could see. And that choice was Tamaki.

"We could go visit her. See what she has to say, together." Kyouya sat up and faced Honey, his face a bit more relaxed than before. He was nodding.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. Although I think I'd rather go alone, but maybe you can wait in the car just in case I need you to come in and lighten the mood. Or something." He smiled weakly, running a hand through his hair.

Honey smiled and turned to leave, only to hear a more familiar voice calling after him

"You do know that I have enough blackmail material to send you into hysterics at the very mentioning of me releasing them to the media, correct?"

Honey chuckled wryly, "Yes, Kyouya-kun."

********

The next day (which luckily was a Saturday and left them all with a whole lot of free time, Honey met Kyouya a block from their target's house. From the looks of it, Kyouya had already been there a long time, but perhaps the several cups of coffee had been consumed and thrown into the gutter in a matter of minutes rather than hours.

"Uh...how are you holding up, Kyouya-kun?" Honey smiled awkwardly, wondering if perhaps the glasses-boy had lost his nerve. However, when he was quickly picked up and tossed into the backseat of the Mercedes Kyouya had arrived in, it was obvious there were no second thoughts crossing the boy's mind.

"I'll be back...whenever." Was all he said before slamming the car door and walking towards the stairs in a jittery fashion. Honey sighed and leaned on the window frame, his arms propping his head up. He wished he'd thought to ask Mori to come. But the thought of Kyouya attempting to hurt the kendo-fighter was unsettling for him.

******

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

The bell was ringing about every five seconds, but Ranka didn't hear a thing. There had been a party the night before to celebrate...someone's birthday, and he had drank just a bit too much. Haruhi had dragged him off to bed and checked on him every hour or so, but he was fine. Just in a very deep sleep.

However, Haruhi was reading in her room and found the noise very irritating. After losing her virginity her personality hadn't changed much- she really did prefer to be in quiet places doing schoolwork or reading. And now she didn't have those pesky thoughts of sex and kissing clouding her mind.

Or rather she didn't until she opened the door and saw a ruffled-looking Kyouya standing at her doorstep, finger still pressed into the doorbell. They stared at each other for a minute, both flashing back to the classroom where they had nearly done something irreversible. And both got very aroused.

"Ky...Kyouya-senpai." She bit her lip, an uncharacteristic sign of her stress, "Come in...are you here to see Dad?"

"No. I'm not here for your father." He stepped inside, brushing past her roughly and kicking his shoes off as he went. She frowned, noticing his sharp tone and even sharper motions.

"Then...is there something wrong?"

"Yes, Haruhi."

"Ah...what then?" She clenched her fists in the long shirt she was wearing. It was practically a dress. She was practically a girl.

He was practically pouncing on her, "You did something with Tamaki as well, didn't you, Haruhi?"

The girl winced, feeling the sickened edge to his voice, "....yes..."

"So when are we going to do it, you little slut?!" Even as he shrieked, the girl's father slept peacefully, but Haruhi immediately looked to the bedroom door. Kyouya put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing hard, "Why are you driving me mad like this?!"

Haruhi's eyes widened, "What are you...I didn't mean to do this to you, Kyouya-senpai. Tamaki-ku- er, senpai, and Mori-senpai are just friends you know...."

Kyouya shook his head, "Just friends don't get to touch you. Just friends don't get to fuck you."

"I...I love them. I love all of you." Kyouya blinked releasing her shoulders a bit, enough for her to wiggle away, "And I don't want to just be with any one of you. They understand that. Why must you be greedy about everything?"

Haruhi's words rang in his mind, repeating over and over as his mask finally cracked in half, "I don't just...you're wrong, that's not what it is..." The words were vulnerable, frightened, weak.

"I know you don't know how else to be. I love you for you, Kyouya-senpai. Tamaki-senpai and the others appreciate who you are. There's no reason for you to be violent and angry about this." Although...she had a sudden vision of Kyouya shoving her into a wall, groaning loudly as he fucked her hard and deep. Her panties grew even more wet.

The sudden glazed look in her eyes must have mirrored his own, for he was suddenly on her, kissing her fiercely and holding their bodies so close. This was so intense, their minds raced, so scary, so very erotic. He gripped her thighs and raised her up, slamming her against the wall.

It did hurt, but the pain was lost in his hand skimming quickly under her shirt and over her breast, squeezing it firmly. She groaned, surprised at how even if he was harsh the touches still sent strong signals. Between him and the wall, she stayed high enough for their lips and tongues to tangle and his hips to press into hers.

Not enough, she thought as she ran her hands down his expensive looking yet simple white dress shirt and began to unbutton it. He gasped, for the first time leaning back to look at her, his glasses foggy with heat. She had a determined, decided look on her face. Although it seemed like it, she wasn't being forced into anything.

With the shirt undone enough to expose his chest, she traced her fingertips over his skin. He was surprised at just how much this affected him, and dropped her as soon as she whimpered at the pressure he was putting on her thighs. She was forward as hell, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Kyouya..." She murmured, pressing her ear to his sternum and listening to his heartbeat. It was so fast. She was doing that to him.

He took her hand and led her to her own bedroom. It didn't surprise her that he knew exactly where it was. Although, she wondered if it was simply his resources that gained this information or if her father had seen fit to disclose something like that.

Kyouya kicked the door closed behind them and dove down to kiss her again, shedding his shirt as he did. Haruhi was just wondering whether she should remove her shirt herself or have him do it when he rolled it up her sides and nudged for her to lift her arms. Her chest bare, she immediately went to cover it, but Kyouya moved her arms and took her in, his face rather calm suddenly.

"So cute..." He muttered, and guiltily Haruhi thought of Tamaki. Until, of course, the vice-president began caressing and kissing her breasts. Then all she could think was "Kyouya".

He lowered them both to the ground, his lips never leaving her chest.

"Mmm...." He moaned against her, making it obvious that he was enjoying himself too. She laced her fingers in his hair and sighed, tugging slightly to get him to pull away.

"I said I wanted to help you..." She was blushing furiously and not quite looking him in the eye. He nodded, a bit flustered himself, and flipped over so she could straddle his hips. She un-zipped his dress pants and pulled them down a bit, then, after a moment's hesitation, lowered his boxers.

His member practically sprang out and bit her like a viper. It was bigger than Tamaki's, she thought worriedly, but if she was on top she'd have a little control. God, she was turning into such a pervert.

Kyouya didn't seem to mind, and moaned deeply as she studied him. He leaned back on his elbows and waited for her to do whatever she planned to do. After a few minutes though, she didn't seem to know what that was.

"Are you- are you alright?" He managed, eyes squinting at her through his frustration.

"I'm just nervous. I don't know...how to make you feel good."

"Ah." He nodded, a bit of the intelligent-type host returning in this instance, "I'll show you then."

He gripped himself, his stomach caving in at the sensation, and began slowly stroking up and down, slipping his thumb over the tip ever once and a while, which made his legs tremble beneath her. She nodded after a few strokes and reached out to try herself.

Unfortunately he hadn't told her about pressure. She squeezed ruthlessly hard, garnering a yelp of pain from the teen. He snatched her hand, surprising and upsetting her, but he calmed himself enough to smile weakly.

"Just...softer. Not so tight."

"...okay," She seemed upset at her own foolishness but he only berated himself for not telling her straight away.

She tried again, her hand skimming about his cock quickly and nicely. He leaned back, collapsing against the pillow. After a few moments of tentative touching, Haruhi leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his tip. She started, amazed at how salty a taste it was, but he gasped so loudly she knew she was doing the right thing regardless.

"Haruhi, yes..." He moaned, his voice finally returning to him after minutes of stunned silence. She bit back a smile and licked him again, from base to tip and back again, his entire body simply pulsing with desire.

And hers too.

She couldn't take it anymore. Remembering how close she had come to completion with Tamaki simply from feeling his body inside of hers, she released him (which gained an angry grunt) and moved to undo her own pants, sliding them down her hips along with her panties. She positioned herself above him and looked up into his eyes.

They were so hidden by the fog on his glasses that she removed them, to find he was looking at her sadly. She sat on his knees and brushed her fingertips across his cheek.

"What's wrong?"

"I...I'm sorry for treating you so roughly before. And being so cold."

"It's alright."

"I want you so much Haruhi..."

"I know."

She kneeled over him again, and this time his hands gripped her hips and helped guide her down. Her body enveloped him. The heat and wet and tight all sent delightful feelings down his shaft and to his brain. And the fact that she was a virgin registered as well, but not as strongly.

"Kyouya..." She moaned, wrapping her arms around him for balance as she adjusted to his particular feel. He kissed her neck lightly, not sure what else to do. His body ached with the need to move, but he didn't.

After a few deep breaths Haruhi gained the courage to start their motion. Sliding as low as she was willing to go, she felt his fingers dig into her hips. A small whimper brought his attention to this and his palms skimmed up to her waist where he wouldn't be able to squeeze her quite as tightly. She rocked back up and tore a surprised cry from his throat.

Kyouya hated losing control. Having her on top bugged the hell out of him. So when he began trying to push her in certain directions, she understood why. However it certainly didn't make things pleasurable for her.

"Ky-kyouya..." She murmured, hands leaving his shoulders to cup his face, "Please, just...kiss me..." This seemingly innocent request had an ulterior motive that the demon of business didn't catch- while he focused on kissing her, it's be harder for him to direct what their lower halves were doing. Micro-management was much more difficult in bed.

"Yes." He hissed, eyes squinting to keep her image in focus as she bent down to meet his hungry lips. They slid and shifted and savored and rocked throughout their bodies. No part of them was discluded- eyelids fluttered open and closed, tongues flicked about each other's mouth, fingers clenched in hair and against skin, toes curled as their pleasure rolled higher and higher.

"Haruhi," Kyouya moaned, leaning away from their kiss to catch her attention, "I need to do something."

"What?"

"Make your fantasy come true." He hissed, and swiftly he drew her off of him, causing both to groan at the loss of contact, and proceeded to carry her over to the wall by her thighs, returning to the position they'd been in before, and fuck her against the wall.

Even as she was being ravished desperately, she had to ask, "How- ng!- did you- *pant*- know?"

"That this was your fantasy?" He slowed down to punctuate his poetic nature at this very moment, "Isn't it everyone's?" And thus he began thrusting harder, moaning louder, and grabbing at the last threads that composed the perfect climax.

"Kyouya~!" Haruhi easily out-screamed him, her voice shrill and girlish in the throes of passion. She came deliciously about his cock, tightening like her fist had earlier. That was enough. With stars behind his eyes and already weakening, he gave one last strong thrust and came hard within her, voice going hoarse in his shout.

"Kyouya," She said his voice again as he set her back on the ground, leaving her body and holding her loosely against him. His arms were shaking from the exertion he'd put them under, mostly from how hard his thrusts had racked her body, "Kyouya...do you understand now?"

He blinked, squinting at her through his bad vision, "I- yes. I, uh, I do."

She had to keep herself from smiling and instead pointed in the direction of his glasses, knowing he needed something to ground himself. Kyouya nodded, releasing her to go put them on, making himself the most completely clothed out of the both of them. This occurred to Haruhi as she crossed one arm across her chest and the other spread over her crotch.

Kyouya frowned, worried, "Why are you doing that? I already told you you're-"

"But that was /during/. People say lots of things during." Kyouya considered this, nodding thoughtfully.

"Well, I hope you didn't say anything incriminating with Tamaki."

"He...he understands. Though he was really hurt at first. He really cares for you, you know."

"And you."

The teens were silent, dressing in silence as the truth hit them. Tamaki was the same as Haruhi in this instance- he loved all of them but didn't know how to express it. Yes, perhaps he loved Haruhi best, or Kyouya. But he still loved Mori and the twins and Honey as well. It wasn't a matter of who was loved /more/. Fortunately Haruhi had been able to coherently decide her feelings and use them as an excuse to have hot sex with some gorgeous men.

Kyouya laughed at the thought, and Haruhi cocked her head to the side. "It's just," he explained, "that while Tamaki feels for all of us as you do, you're the one that thinks fucking is the best way to describe it."

"Well, it's probably more disturbing for Tamaki-senpai to think of that." She shrugged matter-of-factly, "And besides, until after Mori-senpai I didn't realize that the love was that sort of love. Perhaps Tamaki-senpai will discover what sort of love his is- at the moment he doesn't seem to have any idea. 'Family' doesn't quite cut it, but 'lovers' doesn't either."

Kyouya was stunned at her monologue, but agreed anyway, "Perhaps his love is less fatherly and more motherly." He smiled, hoping that someday he'd be free of that humiliating nickname. Haruhi grinned at him.

"Or you're just hoping it's not sexual like mine, okaa-san."

Kyouya was silent. His shirt was buttoned, pants pulled up, hair smoothed. He was no longer a desperate teen begging a girl for sex. He was a future businessman and a gentlemen. Even so, he found it difficult to hide his amazement at her insights once again.

"You may be right. Thank you for the wonderful time, Fujioka-sama." He added the overly dramatic name in mockery, but she took it in stride.

"I thank you as well, Ootori-sama."