Somnium

When it had first happened, it hadn't been that big of a deal. Tamaki, being the very Tamaki-ish sort, had been running around and fallen over the back of the couch and onto him in such a way that his face had come mere inches from his groin. He didn't think anyone had taken notice other than him, and he tried not to pay it much attention anyhow. Tamaki had spent the next five minutes apologizing, and he had made sure to glare at the blonde every chance he got for the rest of the day. After all, having an over sporadic king land between your shoulder blades had a tendency to make your back hurt.

All in all, however, he had decided that it wasn't something to be bothered with. But then... he had the dream.

He had decided a while ago that, out of all the members of the host club, he probably liked Kaoru best. He wasn't such a dunce as his brother or Tamaki, and he wasn't loud like Hani-senpai. Kaoru also had a rather calculating side, which he appreciated, as one who was pretty calculating himself. He didn't think, though, that he liked Kaoru enough to have a dream about him. He especially didn't think he liked Kaoru enough to have an erotic dream about him.

And yet, he had.

Most of the dream was very dreamlike indeed, in that it made no real sense to intelligent thought. He seemed to remember a portion of it where Hani's plush rabbit and Tamaki's teddy bear had been dancing a waltz, but that part wasn't really important. What was important was when the dream had shifted all too suddenly to him and Kaoru, alone in the third music room. Neither of them had been wearing any clothes, and he remembered wondering how they had ended up that way. It had been a futile thought, really, as he was much too far submerged in his dream to actually give a flying fuck. All that really mattered was that he was naked and Kaoru was naked and that Kaoru was between his legs. Yes, Kaoru had been between his legs, working his mouth around his penis. He'd been running his fingers through Kaoru's red hair, getting lost in the ecstasy of being sucked off...

And then he had woken up. When his eyes had shot open, it took him a minute or so to realize that he had been dreaming, and another minute still to realize what he had been dreaming of. He'd sat up and found his glasses, looking at the clock. It was a quarter to five in the morning, and the sky hadn't even started to lighten yet. He hadn't been able to go back to sleep, though, and he spent the rest of the day annoyed, the air of darkness surrounding him so that no one in the host club talked to him unless spoken to, not even the girls who designated him.

That night he had had the dream again, and then the next night, still. He had tried jerking off to get the frustration out of his system, but it hadn't worked. No matter what delicious fantasy he had managed to pull out (he hadn't been aware he could have fantasies like that), the yearning feeling in him just wouldn't go away. He finally had to give into the why: the feeling of Kaoru's mouth around his penis was so real in each of the dreams, that he wondered if the only way to make the need go away was to have Kaoru actually give him oral sex.

This was not an option! He was cool. He was calm. He was collected. He certainly wasn't the type to try and solicit oral sex from an acquaintance from the host club, especially when said acquaintance was quite possibly bedding his older brother in the first place. No... he had to find a better solution to this problem.

He had spent most of a week going over what options he had. The most obvious of the options was hiring a prostitute of some sort, but he had had to shoot that idea down fairly quickly. If word got out that the teenage son of the one of the most prominent families in Japan had solicited sex for money, his reputation would be down the toilet. No... that wasn't really an option at all. By the end of it all, he had decided that perhaps what the best thing to do was to get one of those "pocket vagina" toys, an item he had accidentally run across online months before while looking for something completely unrelated.

When it came in the mail, all neat and tidy in a little brown box that had no markings except for his address, he had made sure to "instruct" the servant who brought it to him not to tell anyone that he had gotten a package. He may have given away the nature of the package in doing so, but it was better that one servant know and keep his mouth shut than said servant making an offhand comment to someone and it getting around to ears of nosier folks in more powerful positions to make him talk. This wasn't like him, he knew, not like him at all. But he was becoming a bit desperate for release from this dream, and now that he had ordered this thing...

He had waited all of five minutes after the servant left, his heart thudding against his ribcage the entire time, before sinking down onto the plush carpet and prying open the box. He held the thing in his hand for a long moment, squishing it between his fingers a couple of times, before finally breaking down and reading the directions. He applied the lubricant and unzipped his jeans, feeling rather silly about the whole thing. He tried to focus very hard on the fragments of the dream that seemed to linger in his mind constantly, and very soon the pressure between his legs was very apparent.

Using the thing gave him no relief either. It had been odd, and a bit messy, and still he felt frustrated. In fact, he felt that the desire to experience the dream had become stronger. Well, fuck.

It wasn't until a few days later, during a lull in the host club activities that he was reminded of that day.

"Did you ever see a chiropractor?" Tamaki had asked him in that serious way he had that seemed totally out of place.

"A chiropractor?"

"You've been a bit out of sorts since I fell on you," the blonde had looked extremely guilty. "I've been worried that your back is still bothering you."

And now, later that same day, he was sitting alone on a couch by one of the huge windows in the music room, staring at nothing. Everyone had gone home for the day around an hour before, and he had been doing quite a bit of nothing since they had left. Ever since he had been reminded of that day when Tamaki had fallen on him and proven just how flexible he was he had been seriously distracted. He was trying to ignore it, of course. He shouldn't be this hung up on a dream, and yet he couldn't get away from it.

The light in the room shifted, and he blinked, looking through the large window at the painted sky of a sunset. Suddenly an image from his dream drifted across his consciousness and a kind of spark went through the lower part of his body. He looked down and a groan escaped him before he could stop it. Slacks were not good at hiding erections at all. He fidgeted, something he practically never did.

He paused for only the briefest of moments before leaning over, attempting to see if he could bend that way without the help of Tamaki's body. Sure enough, his body draped forward in what was sure an awkward looking way. He blinked a couple of times at the tenting in his pants before sitting straight up, his entire face burning with a blush. His heart was racing, as if trying to free itself from his chest, but he shook his head firmly. Just because he could do it doesn't mean that he should do it... but his dream drifted into his mind, the image in Kaoru between his legs, the feel of Kaoru's mouth, and a moan escaped his lips.

He would never, ever have been doing this if it weren't for that damned dream.

He looked around just to make sure that no one was really there, then went about shedding his uniform coat and tie, laying them neatly on the couch beside him. He took off his shoes, too, just because he felt that it might be more comfortable, then unbuttoned his shirt so that it wouldn't really get in the way. He didn't want to undress completely, though. He was in a public place, after all. That thought in itself seemed to make the pressure in his nether regions grow, and when he unzipped his pants to free his erection, it pushed through the hole in his boxers without any help from him.

He took off his glasses then, laying them atop his coat, then pulled his feet up so that his heals rested on the cushion and leaned over once again, coming face to face with his erection. His breathing was shallow and his body trembled, not from his position, but from his apprehension. The rapid beating of his heart echoed in his ear, as if hundreds of tiny cannons were going off inside his head. He took as deep a breath as his doubled over body would allow, swallowed hard, then darted his tongue out and licked the tip of his penis.

The sensation sent a shiver up his spine. A voice in the back of his mind screamed that he shouldn't be doing this, but he ignored it. All that he could think of properly, if you could call this thinking properly, was the dream and that relief was right in front of him. He licked the head of his erection again, this time getting a taste of precome. It was a bit odd, but he realized that he didn't dislike it. He sucked himself in as far as he could, which was only about halfway, then pulled back off slowly with a bit of a gasp.

"Kaoru..."

He took another breath, hooked his elbows around his knees, and started again, taking his length into his mouth and running his tongue over it. It wasn't the easiest thing he'd ever done, but he managed to work into a bit of a rhythm, doing his best to go as far down on his erection as he could each time. He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his body as he moved, every so often a moan escaping around his work before he could stop it. Up and down his head bobbed, sucking his penis in, using his tongue as he moved off again.

It didn't take very long for his position to start to make his stomach hurt, but he ignored the pain. The pressure between his legs was rising, and all he could focus on was fulfilling this need. He managed to move faster, the moans and gasps becoming more frequent. Without really thinking, one hand snaked down into his boxers, one slender finger pressing against his opening. The need for climax rose in him, seemingly filling up his entire body.

His orgasm shot through his body like electricity, his come spurting into his throat and making him gag. He fell off the couch, landing in a heap on the plush carpet. He swallowed from reflex, then started coughing. It took a minute or so for his body to stop convulsing, and even longer for his breathing to slow down. Even after he had moved from panting to normal breathing again he did not move. He could still feel the lingering effect of his passion, and he feared that moving would make it leave.

After a while, however, he began plotting his revenge on Kaoru. Dream or not, this was his fault after all.