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I Put A Spell On You	By : KohakuShadow Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School, or it's Host Club, or even so much as Nekozawa's wig, and I don't make any money off of putting the characters in improbably and highly inappropriate situations. So there you have it.

Chapter List
- 1-I Put A Spell On You
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Summary: Nekozawa is head over heels in love. He imagines the only sensible thing to do is curse Tamaki into loving him back, but he can't find the right spell to use. Before he makes up his mind on the matter, Tamaki casts a spell of his own... (Tamaki/Nekozawa, implied Kyoya/Haruhi)

Warnings: yaoi, morally questionable use of magic, Nekozawa's overactive imagination, fingering, oral, anal, autofellatio, multiple orgasms, and plenty of unrepentant smut.

A/N: Merry Christmas, (Name Omitted)! I came up with the idea for this fic and started writing it when we were rambling about Tamaki/Nekozawa, so even if that pairing isn't our current obsession, I hope you like this anyway.

Inspired by “I Put a Spell on You” - originally by, I believe, Screamin Jay Hawkins, though I was listening to the version by Credence Clearwater Revival when inspiration struck.

I was always sure my first Ouran fanfic would be a Kyoya/Haruhi, but, I guess wonders never cease.

I Put a Spell on You

There was something Umehito Nekozawa wanted more than anything else, something brighter than sunlight, warmer, and more terrifying. That something was a someone, who, Nekozawa was sure, must have jumped right out of one of his dear little sister's shoujo manga. He was a prince in every way – tall and handsome with a foolish demeanor, but elegant mannerisms and a pure, kind heart. His ass wasn't bad either, frankly.

But, Suoh belonged in the bright places in the world! The sunlight was the only natural habitat for such a perfect being! That's why, Nekozawa decided, the only answer was to ruin that perfection and bring him into the darkness!!!

He had prayed many nights of similar things for his sweet Kirimi, that she would grow to love the darkness and join him there, so he knew this alone would not suffice for such a creature as Tamaki. The only answer then, was a curse. What kind of curse, though? It must be something particularly evil, but not something that would be too painful for him, or that would upset him too terribly, but something horribly evil that would cast him astray from the world of light, so he had no choice but to join him in the darkness. It was the only way, surely, to pull Tamaki away from that gaggle of shrieking fangirls.

Oh, how he could imagine it already, Tamaki asking him to teach him the forbidden ways of the darkness! How sweet it would be!

He flipped eagerly through his book of spells. Nothing. Nothing. Why could there be no less violent curse for casting a person into darkness!? He didn't want to hurt Tamaki! He just wanted him to join the Black Magic Club as his disciple and do this, and that, and...somehow he suddenly imagined Tamaki Suoh spread languidly across the chaise in naught but a dark wizard's robe, which was cast carelessly open revealing his pale, bare flesh and his fingers idly trailing down his chest to his stomach at a maddeningly slow pace to...

Nekozawa cleared his throat. Suddenly, it felt quite warm in here, actually. Really warm.

“Senpai, I thought you were going to teach me...”

'Oh, Dark and Mighty Gods, why?! Why am I so at the mercy of such a creature?!' Nekozawa bemoaned his cruel fate and shifted himself into a more comfortable position in his trousers. It was a good thing, really, that the dark magic club was small, and most of the members seldom came to club activities. Today, he was mercifully alone to pore over the complex problem of cursing Tamaki. He continued flipping through his books in an intensified state of agitation.

There was always a love curse, of course, but as he recalled, they hadn't worked particularly well for Kanazuki. 'But that's probably because Haninozuka thinks of nothing but Morinozuka. Without removing... ah! That's brilliant!' “The first step is to make Fujioka fall in love with someone and remove her from the equation, then. So, a love spell on Haruhi...hm...who should I make Fujioka fall in love with, though?” He got up to pace, and shifted himself in his pants again. When he did so, Tamaki flashed through his mind again, those long, pale limbs bent up behind him as he knelt on the chaise, his dark robe fallen off of his shoulders and pooling about his thighs, his... Gulp!

Nekozawa slammed his palms down on his desk and tried to remember how to breathe. Resistance to this kind of psychological attack was impossible! He bit his lip and squeezed his organ as his imagination took hold.

'Senpai, what did you do to me? It's so hard. It hurts...' Tears pooling in fantasy-Tamaki's eyes as he blushed and started to stroke himself.

Nekozawa fell back into his seat, and released his own tender organ from its confines. He couldn't think clearly in this state. There was no helping it. “Mmnn...Tamaki, such a bad boy...” His fantasy grew more elaborate from there. There was a leash, and a costume – he knew how much Tamaki loved dressing up, heh – a cat o' nine tails, all the things that were wonderful in fantasy, but that he didn't think he had any particular desire for in reality – and in his post-orgasmic bliss, epiphany struck. When it came down to what one person he could make Haruhi fall in love with that Tamaki would bow and concede defeat, there was really only one person who fit the bill, the Host Club's very own Demon Lord.

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“Nekozawa-senpai, you don't need to hover by the doorway like that. Why don't you come in and have tea with us,” Haruhi said sweetly. He'd been hovering at the doorway for nearly an hour, shuffling back and forth. Nekozawa was a good guy, but honestly, it was a little creepy when he did that.

He jumped nearly out of his skin, reminding Haruhi very much of a surprised cat, and waved her over to him energetically.

She was a bit reluctant to edge over when he had that gleam in his eye, but Nekozawa-senpai had proven himself harmless enough so far, so she obliged. When she entered his obligatory circle of darkness, he held up a rather odious concoction that made her take a step back.

“I have a special tea from Russia,” he said. “I thought Ootori-kun would particularly like it. Would you make some for him?”

“Uh...sure,” Haruhi said, reluctantly accepting the small cloth bag. Was this really tea? She looked at it and wrinkled her nose. Maybe it was like cheese or wine – the older and stinkier, the better it was supposed to be? Something like that. She really didn't understand rich people. In fact, she understood them less and less the longer she attended this school. In fact, the only one she could make heads or tails of was Kyoya-senpai, and that had, admittedly, become a lot easier since...

She blushed brightly and fumbled the stinky bag of tea as she remembered the previous week, when he'd insisted on giving her a ride home due to the pouring rain. She had thought it was really strange of him to be so nice at first, and when she asked what the merit of it was for him, well, he'd...he'd told her not all merits were financial in nature and then...

Her pulse raced at the memory. Ever since, they'd been spending way more time together than they ought to, and doing much more of “and then...” than her father would be strictly happy with if he found out. But, had Nekozawa-senpai somehow discovered them? It was supposed to be a secret, since she was pretending to be a boy. Kyoya even wanted to keep it from their friends for now, he said because Tamaki and the twins weren't good at keeping secrets. It made sense, so she didn't question it, especially in Tamaki-senpai's case.

Kyoya rose abruptly with his best host smile when he heard the clatter in the kitchen. “Excuse me a moment,” he said, and as he opened the door said, “Haruhi, I do hope you're not making efforts to increase your debt,” loudly enough to be heard before the door closed behind him.

“N-Nekozawa-senpai wanted me to make you a special tea, but it smells really awful and I dropped it,” she blushed. When he looked at her like that, she couldn't help it.

“I think it is in my best interest to not drink anything Nekozawa prepares, in any case.” He wrinkled his nose. “Goodness, it really does smell rather rancid, doesn't it?”

Haruhi smiled as he pulled her to her feet.

“Perhaps we should play along, though. It may be interesting. We will linger in here for a few moments, and act as though I've indulged in it after the fact. However, please spray some air freshener to cover the odor. It really is quite horrid.”

Haruhi had already sliced open an orange, which did well to dissipate the odor, and melted when she felt Kyoya's arms wrap around her waist from behind. “More commoner's wisdom, hm?” he whispered.

“Stop taking lessons from Tamaki,” she complained, and was quickly silenced by his tongue on the lobe of her ear. It was obvious how Kyoya wanted to kill the time he was wasting pretending to drink Nekozawa's cursed tea.

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While Kyoya was getting frisky in the kitchen, Tamaki tapped his darkly clad senpai on the shoulder. Again, Nekozawa very nearly jumped out of his skin. He jumped enough that his hood fell away, he had to straighten his wig, and retreated in a hurtling ball of terror from the room, lest the light get him.

Tamaki frowned as he ran off. “I was just going to thank him,” he sulked.

“Thank him for what, boss?” the twins said in unison as they popped up to either side of him.

Tamaki just smiled enigmatically at them. “Daddy will tell you all about it when you're older,” he quipped. “Now! Why are you two ignoring your guests! How horrible of you! Ladies, I am so sorry! They're such mischievous scamps, you must forgive them!” he declared with a flourish.

Nekozawa could hear the raucous thud of fangirls collapsing several feet up the hall. He frowned, not quite comfortable with putting the word 'jealousy' to the pang of misery in his chest. He returned his mind to his dark plans. Provided the tea worked, and Kyoya fell madly in love with Haruhi, he would definitely steal her away from Tamaki. Then, from there...from there.... Hmm... He rubbed his chin. “I could make him my slave,” he mumbled, “there are curses for that, but...”

Tamaki without free will just wasn't Tamaki. It was becoming apparent he hadn't really thought this through. Removing what he deemed the primary competition for Tamaki's affections wasn't nearly enough. And, prayer was obviously not enough; he'd already tried that. Back in the dark safety of the black magic club, Nekozawa flopped, disenchanted, against the chaise he'd fantasized about binding Tamaki to dozens of times. Just how did you make a person love you without changing them? The curse charms he knew would all obliterate the parts of Tamaki he loved the most. While he considered this dilemma, he dozed, and lost himself again in sinful dreams of the Host Club's King.

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When Umehito awoke, he became poignantly aware that he was no longer alone. He blinked away sleep in the darkened room. With all the lights out, and the blinds closed, even though he was acclimated to darkness, the subtler details of his companion were lost to it.

Tall, long-limbed, sitting elegantly in a chair beside the curtained window. Male, obviously. He blinked away the last bit of sleep, remembering only belatedly to feel embarrassed. His dreams of Tamaki had left him quite hard, and he only hoped his guest had less advanced night vision than himself and failed to notice the bulge under his robes, because he was still just a bit too groggy to sit up and straighten them in a way that would properly conceal him. He could only hope he hadn't been moaning in his sleep. He'd been told he sometimes did that, much to his embarrassment. Thankfully, the maid had presumed it was a nightmare rather than teenage hormones that had worked him into such a state when she informed him of it.

“Oh! You're finally up!”

Nekozawa startled at the flashlight turning on, illuminating the features of his imaginary lover from below in a rather horrific light.

“Can I light some of these candles? I wasn't sure if I should, with you sleeping so soundly,” Tamaki babbled.

Nekozawa nodded, startled. “There is a lighter on the mantle,” he said, and soon a dim glow was cast around the room, just enough to set a mood, and cast a golden halo around his golden god, without making Nekozawa flinch at all at the illumination. He appreciated how sensitive Tamaki was to his plight. He really was such a gentle soul.

Awake now, he moved to sit up. He had to conceal the evidence of his impure thoughts before the blond noticed! At least, that was his intention; he gasped when he found his ability to move rather limited. What the hell? His arms seemed pinned to the chaise! He looked up to the right wrist, and found it bound by the tie of an Ouran uniform, around the gaps in the wrought iron filigree frame. He didn't have to see the other arm to know, from the absence of Tamaki's tie, that it was in much the same state. But, why had Tamaki tied him to the chaise?

Tamaki just smiled at his wide-eyed expression. “Sorry,” he sang. “I just couldn't resist teasing you a little,” he said as he knelt beside the chaise. “I really came down to apologize for startling you before, but you were tossing your head and moaning so cutely.” Tamaki pouted a bit. “It was really hard to resist playing with you a bit. You were so cute. But, I didn't know you would sleep so long. Everyone's gone now.” Tamaki pursed his lips. “Actually, we're probably locked in. I hadn't thought of that.”

What in the hell had come over Tamaki? Was it the late hour? He hadn't cast any spells on him yet. He hadn't found the right one, so why was he calling him cute, and why was he tying him up like this? In spite of the strangeness of the situation, Umehito's cock twitched in excitement. It said it wanted Tamaki to tease him more, which was strange, because before now, he'd always imagined himself as the one tying Tamaki up. How had it ended up like this?

“W-well, you've had your fun, so untie me,” he stuttered.

Tamaki tapped a long finger against his lips pensively and then said, “I don't think I want to.”

Was he channeling the twins? “S-Suoh-kun...”

“Don't pout at me like that,” Tamaki complained, running his fingers through what Nekozawa realized belatedly was his uncovered hair. He tried to take better stock of his situation, but it was hard to concentrate when tied up with the man of his dreams caressing his face. “You've been moaning my name for almost an hour. It was really hard to be a gentleman and wait for you to wake up, you know.”

“I! I wasn't...it's not what you think!” Nekozawa stuttered, but a moan tore itself from him when Tamaki's palm mercilessly slid over his bulging erection.

“You mean, you don't like me?” Tamaki pouted, curling his fingers.

Nekozawa's body betrayed him and bucked up against Tamaki's hand. “Ha-haah!” He felt so hot! It was so embarrassing, but Tamaki was so beautiful, and Tamaki was groping him. He'd be an idiot not to enjoy it, right? Even if he'd somehow accidentally cursed Tamaki in his sleep or something.

Tamaki continued palming his organ idly. “Before, when I startled you, I just wanted to thank you. I don't know what you did to make Kyoya get up in the middle of entertaining guests to go talk to Haruhi, but I'm glad you helped him out. He's too stubborn to admit when he likes someone, even to his best friend. Don't you think that's mean?”

Grope. Rub. How the hell was Umehito supposed to focus on what Tamaki was saying when he was about to come in his pants? “T-tamaki, please...” he whimpered. It was so shameful. He never thought he would be this submissive, but there was something about his bound wrists that made Tamaki's touch – his real touch, so much more intense. Oh, who was he kidding? This was probably just another dream. It had to be! Tamaki would never tie him up and molest him like this.

Tamaki leaned down over him and kissed his throat. “After club, he even offered to stay behind and help her clean up, without any prompting,” Tamaki whispered. “The sounds coming from the kitchen when they thought everyone had gone had nothing to do with cleaning, though,” he purred, nipping at Nekozawa's earlobe.

“T-Tamaki!”

“It really riled me up. That's why I came down here. 'To apologize' is just a convenient excuse, probably.”

“Eh?” What? Why would Tamaki come down here, just because he got horny?

“I thought, if even Kyoya can confess to the person he likes, and get such results, then I should follow my heart and do the same, even if I was really nervous you would reject me, senpai.”

What? “Wh-what?! You...mmph!”

Nekozawa's shock was silenced by Tamaki's lips crushing against his own, his tongue plunging into his mouth, and in spite of his attempts to resist, he really did come in his pants. The moisture seeped through the fabric as his body shuddered violently.

“So, I came down here,” Tamaki whispered against his lips. “I was really nervous, but you were laying here, sleeping so cutely, and tossing your head, and panting.”

Nekozawa felt Tamaki unfastening his belt and sliding his soiled pants and boxers down off of his body between kisses. He didn't protest being stripped in the clubroom at all. There was no way to resist, and he had no desire to really try.

“And then you started moaning my name,” Tamaki purred. “You said, 'I want you'.”

“I. I didn't,” Umehito whined, more out of embarrassment than as a genuine protest.

Tamaki's lips wandered down from his senpai's lips to his throat, his collarbone, and continued to meander kisses further south, bringing to Nekozawa's attention that both his robes and his shirt were unfastened and cast wide open and probably had been since before he awoke. Just how much had Tamaki 'teased' him before he woke?! When Tamaki's lips reached his nipple, the bud already felt quite tender.

“You did,” Tamaki chirped, lifting his head to grin brightly up at Nekozawa. “Shall I make your dreams come true?”

He was going to answer. Really he was, but then Tamaki's hand found his bare cock, and all words flew from his mind. Thought abandoned him, too, until one in particular came crashing in on him. 'Why am I still so hard?' He just came in his pants, so he definitely shouldn't be so...but his body acted as though it hadn't found release at all. He bit his lip.

Tamaki smiled angelically up at him as he stroked his taut rod, as if there was nothing at all improper about his actions, even as he pushed open Nekozawa's thighs. Umehito didn't mean to be so pliant. If Tamaki planned to make his dreams come true, things were going exactly the opposite way they should! Umehito realized he'd been a fool to assume just because his beloved could be a real space cadet, that didn't mean, surrounded by beautiful men at all times, he was the inexperienced virgin his imagination had made the man out to be. And Umehito himself, well, the fantasy version of himself was also quite a far cry from reality. 'The inexperienced virgin here is me.' The delighted twinkle in Tamaki's eyes as Nekozawa shuddered easily to a second premature climax told the bound teenager that the dominating young man knew it, too.

He panted for breath. Why? Why was his body so...why was he still so...? “What did you do to me?” he gasped, staring down at the younger man, and trying not to become too painfully aroused at how he licked his hand clean of Umehito's most recent release. He could feel the hot spunk pooled on his stomach and dripping over his ribcage. He didn't want it to be so arousing, but it was, and he was aroused enough already. If anything, his dick had only become harder with each climax.

Tamaki sucked two fingers languidly and released them with a soft pop. “I put a spell on you,” he laughed playfully. “It's my first one. I didn't think it would really work, but you were moaning so cutely, and your book was there, laying open, and so I looked down and there was this 'Everlasting Lust' curse right there on the page it was open to, and it sounded like such fun!”

“Ta- s-Suoh!” Umehito declared, turning impossibly red. It was true he perused that curse on occasion, with no intent of using it, but because it made for a wonderful fantasy. In this instance, it was pure accident he was open to the page, as that was the chapter on love curses, and love and lust are remarkably similar, so they were often found side by side in Black Magic texts and...by all the dark gods, he was so hard!

“Tamaki! Don't call me Suoh,” Tamaki pouted. “I've already tasted your cum, you know, so we're lovers.”

Umehito blinked. The world according to Tamaki really was a remarkably simple place. He liked that about him, but it was also a bit much to process, especially when the boy had just dipped his head and was licking the inside of his thigh. “Oh!” And there were the teeth. Tamaki chuckled against his skin.

“Ah!” Umehito's eyelids had been drooping, but they flew open when he felt a moist finger trace the hidden rim between his buttocks. That felt so... so... “Aaah-haaah!” Wow. His hips bucked against the digits of their own volition. He really had no control over his body's reactions. If he did, he'd be trying to defend himself against the onslaught somehow! As it was, Tamaki had just energetically inhaled his cock and slipped a finger up his ass, and it felt so incredible that even if it was utterly humiliating, the president of the Black Magic Club came again without warning. He came way too easily! Tamaki was going to stop liking him!

Tamaki, startled by the sudden orgasm, only managed to swallow a bit before he spluttered, and Nekozawa's seed splattered across his face. Nekozawa's anus pulsed around the invading digit and he breathed heavily, trying to get enough air into his lungs to apologize.

Before he got the chance, Tamaki slid up the chaise over him, leaving his hand where it was and slipping the digit in and out, in and out.

“O-oohh!” Why? Why did it feel so good? Wasn't he supposed to be the one making Tamaki writhe? How had this happened?

“You made a mess,” Tamaki smiled down at him.

With their faces so close, Nekozawa could only stare. Cum splattered across Tamaki's nose and cheeks, dribbling down his chin.

“S-Sorry,” he gasped, even as his cock twitched at how sexy Tamaki was with his shirt open, half fallen off his shoulder, and a mess splattered across his pretty face.

“Clean it up for me,” Tamaki purred.

Umehito's balls tightened. That purr was no request. He nodded sheepishly, blushing deeply, and lifted his head and shoulders as much as his bound wrists would allow – which wasn't actually very much at all – and timidly started to lick his seed off of Tamaki's face. He found himself wondering if Tamaki's release tasted as salty. He found himself wanting to taste it to find out. 'It's this spell. How did he do it so perfectly the first time?' Nekozawa found himself bending easily to his kohai's will, wanting to bend to it, as a second finger slipped easily into his bottom and started to properly tease him open. It felt wonderful. The taste of his own cum only enticed him, and he found himself eager for the next demand of Tamaki's libido, for the next dose of embarrassment as he lay completely at the other boy's mercy.

Tamaki caressed his hair with his free hand, and Umehito easily imagined himself as Tamaki's favorite pet. He didn't think very highly of his own loosening morals as he found himself very much liking the idea of being placed in that role. He knew he would let Tamaki put him on a leash any time he wanted. He knew he'd like being reduced to that. He was pretty sure it was just his magic-hardened cock thinking for him.

What he didn't know is when the third finger, and the fourth, slid into his bottom, or why it didn't hurt. Tamaki was spreading him open so wide. He wondered if the lack of pain was a side effect of the spell. He'd honestly never looked at the fine print. He'd never gotten far past the basic description before his fantasies distracted him. He wasn't complaining, in any case. It felt wonderful. Tamaki was wonderful. He was handsome and gentle and sexy. 'And somehow, in spite of all that, he still wants me!' Nekozawa's inner fangirl squealed, and was instantly silenced by Tamaki's kiss. The tongue running over his lips, pressing past his teeth, devouring him completely as fingers dug into his core, into his...

“Mmphaaagghkkk!!!!” Nekozawa's body convulsed. His! Into his! Oh what in the hell was that?! It felt wonderful!

Tamaki chuckled against his lips and pulled back. “Never felt that before, have you?” he teased, and rubbed IT again, reducing his senpai to a puddle of incoherent goo.

“Ah, ahhh! P-please! I...T-tamaki..o-oooh! Don't! I. Yes! Don't rub it like that!” he sobbed. “Aaah, wait, d-don't stop!”

Tamaki laughed warmly. “Well, do you want me to rub it or not, senpai,” he joked. “Make up your mind.”

“I...!” Tears welled in Nekozawa's eyes. It was so good. It was too good! Then the fingers disappeared. Tears of sexual frustration tumbled down his cheeks. He wanted to cling to Tamaki, but the warmth of his body was slipping away. He struggled against his bindings. “P-please. Tamaki...”

Tamaki kissed his tear-stained cheek. “Shh,” Tamaki soothed. “I'll make you feel even better 'hito-kun. I promise.”

Nekozawa tried to remember how to breathe as he watched Tamaki's shirt drop to the ground in what seemed like slow motion. His leather belt slipped out of the loops, and Nekozawa tried not to think so hard about the flash fantasy that entered his mind at that moment of Tamaki flipping him over and bringing that leather down onto his buttocks with a hard snap. It was just the spell making him imagine he would like being treated in such a way, taking every little thing his mind could grasp and contorting it into something sexual.

There was no contortion necessary as Tamaki slipped out of his pants. Umehito unconsciously licked his lips as he stared. He knew now why Tamaki had gone as far as four fingers when he saw the sheer length and girth of his member. Clearly, his European side was showing, because Tamaki had the cock of a thoroughbred. Rather than being intimidated by it, Nekozawa found his hormonal response spike at the sight of Tamaki's naked body.

“You know, staring is rude,” Tamaki laughed.

“I'm staring in awe,” Nekozawa replied, casting aside the last remnants of his pride.

Tamaki smirked down at him. “Then, maybe I should give you a closer look.”

Nekozawa's pulse thundered as Tamaki climbed onto the chaise with him and let his hard cock rest against his bound senpai's face. He grinned that cheerful grin down at him. “Close enough?” Tamaki asked.

Nekozawa didn't miss the not-so subtle hint. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and tilted his head so that Tamaki's organ would slip between his lips. He'd never done this before, and he certainly wasn't starting small, but that didn't stop him from giving it his best. He wanted to please Tamaki, to make him feel so good that he would cast aside the blinding light in favor of what black magic had to offer. Tamaki was, apparently, already dabbling, if the state of his bulging cock was any indicator.

Umehito did his best to ignore his own strained erection, as Tamaki's was a far more pressing concern. Literally. Tamaki had moaned, raked his fingers through Nekozawa's hair, and slowly pressed more of the thick rod into his mouth. Nekozawa didn't protest. He also didn't question the fact that this was all just making him more excited. He sucked the flesh ardently, and moaned when Tamaki moaned, which only made Tamaki moan louder, only made his fingers curl more tightly into Umehito's pale hair, and both of these things excited the older boy intensely. He'd masturbated thinking about Tamaki, often and enthusiastically, but the filthy fantasies his imagination had to offer were nothing to the reality of being turned into the younger teen's plaything – bound, painfully hard, and completely vulnerable to the slow slide of Tamaki's rod in along his tongue in short, slow thrusts as Tamaki purred and hissed his pleasure. Even in the heat of the moment, Tamaki he was careful, though. He was so gentle even at this, not daring to try to force more than a few inches of the brutal rod into his lover's inexperienced mouth, even as his thighs quivered and the customary politeness of address was forgotten; Tamaki murmured 'Umehito', assured him of how well he was doing, of what he wanted. Umehito was eager to give him everything he could, straining against his bonds to daringly take a bit more, and trying not to gag on the hot flesh as it breached the back of his throat. 'S-Sexy!' Oh, it was so very. Why? Why did it feel so good to orally pleasure the other boy? But, it did! It really did. He sucked eagerly, and every inch deeper the cock pressed past his gag reflex felt like both an accomplishment and a reward.

He was mistaken about the latter, the real reward was when Tamaki gripped the chaise behind him to prevent himself from pulling his senpai's hair out, pulled his hips back, and coated the bound boy's tongue with semen.

Nekozawa shuddered, his cock throbbed. The rod in his mouth pulsed as Tamaki cried out, spurting his release, which tasted different from his own, but Umehito decided was not unpleasant, not unpleasant at all. He sucked as hard as he could to lap up every last drop, and swallowed the evidence of Tamaki's lust greedily between whimpers of lust. His toes curled and he thrust his hips brazenly at the empty air. He didn't know what he was trying to reach with that. He just needed. It was so good! He felt so good, he felt like he was going to...going to..! “Mmphaaahggh! Hmmgnhpph!” He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and came. Came! Just from the pleasure of sucking another man's cock, just from the taste of Tamaki's release. Even this, even with his body not touched at all below the shoulders, Umehito still came. “H-haah...” he panted in utter bliss as Tamaki pulled his hips back at last and unconsciously chased the rod with his mouth for a moment before he realized what he was doing and let it slip away. He needed to breathe anyway. Really, he did. He licked his lips. He didn't meant to do it, and he saw the way Tamaki's blue eyes sparked with pleasure watching him.

They sat silent for several moments to try to catch their breath before Tamaki leaned forward over him and kissed him sweetly. “You're so cute,” he said, caressing Nekozawa's cheek. “It just makes me want to do more and more naughty things to you.”

Umehito blushed, but couldn't repress a moan when Tamaki's bulging erection brushed against his own. 'Hey, wait a second! Tamaki's bulging erection? He'd just drank down what felt like half a gallon of cum. How could Tamaki's erection still be bulging unless...!' “T-tamaki, you also...?”

Tamaki just kissed him again. He dragged his tongue along Nekozawa's, revelling in the taste he'd left all over the older boy's tongue. “Of course, mon ami,” he purred. “How could I not? I have never done magic before. I had to try it on myself several times to make sure it worked properly before I dared try it on you.” He kissed the end of Nekozawa's nose. “Lucky for me, you are a sound sleeper. I tasted myself several times waiting for you to awaken.”

“T-tasted...!” Nekozawa's cock twitched again. How much more of this was Tamaki going to put him through. His dick was seriously going to fall off!

“Mmhm! Like so!” Tamaki illustrated by lowering his buttocks to the chaise between his lover's carelessly spread thighs and dipping his head, giving his own cock several long strokes of the tongue, before closing his lips around it and sucking, bobbing his head, but never once taking his gaze from Umehito's face. He released his rod with a pop. “Sexy, no?” He grinned. “You might have noticed, I'm unusually well-endowed. It makes masturbation much more fun!” Tamaki laughed at his own joke, but Nekozawa found himself still utterly floored by the vision of Tamaki giving himself head. It made him imagine the host club king straddling his lap and riding him while blowing himself – something he earnestly hoped would really happen someday. The only thing that snapped him out of it was when Tamaki said, with a flourish, “but sharing my perfection is much more fun!”

Umehito found himself laughing unexpectedly. Only Tamaki would go on about his 'perfection' at a time like this. Umehito did think he was perfect, but he was not fool enough to tell Tamaki so. The man was already rambling about how grateful Umehito should be that he loved him enough to 'reward' him with his 'wealth' of knowledge, sexual prowess, and 'obvious' endowments. Actually, it was getting a little annoying, as cute as it was. “Tamaki, we're both intimately acquainted with your virtues, so shut up about them and fuck me already.”

'Oh my god! What did I just say?! Fuck me? But, there's no way! It's too big! He'll split me in half if he tries! I'll seriously die!'

Tamaki grinned at him and scrambled into position, kissed his lips, his throat, his lips again. “Yes, yes. You're right. Enough foreplay. All of your hard work making it nice and wet with your pretty mouth will be for nothing if I don't stick it in soon. Ready?”

Nekozawa was not given time to answer. He felt the head of the impossible cock nudge at his entrance. 'No,' he thought in answer to the question, but his mouth and his brain were apparently not at all on the same page. “Yes,” he said, and found himself panting and his pulse racing with anticipation. “Yes. Tamaki, please!”

“You want it?”

“Yes!”

“All of it?”

“Yes!” 'What am I saying!??'

“Are you sure? It might hurt,” Tamaki asked gently, caressing Nekozawa's cheek.

“For god's sake yes, Tamaki! I'd rather your cock kill me than the anticipation!” 'Oh. Well, I suppose if I'm doomed either way, I've just made a rather good point.'

Umehito didn't get the chance to follow that train of thought very far as he felt the head breach him. It was...oh, it was good.

“I'll do it all at once, so the pain will be brief,” Tamaki said, and rammed the massive meat stick deep into his sensitive senpai at full force.

Umehito screamed, but it wasn't pain that made him buck against the intrusion. They'd both forgotten, apparently, that delicious side effect of the magic. His virgin hole should have felt pain at Tamaki's fingers, but it didn't. His throat should be sore from sucking that massive rod, but it wasn't, and under normal circumstances, to be skewered like this for the first time would probably have made him faint from the pain, but instead, the brutal thrust had him screaming in pleasure.

“Umehito!” Tamaki exclaimed, misunderstanding. “I'm sorry, so sorry...” he purred, petting his face and neck. “Just breathe, mon ami. It will pass soon...I won't move, I promise...”

“Don't,” Umehito gasped, not sure how he managed to get enough air in his lungs to speak. “Don't promise that,” he rasped. “Please. Move.” Ah, he couldn't think! It was so incredible! The pleasure was making his head spin! “So good! So big and good, didn't know it would feel like this...” he babbled senselessly. “Please. Please move. Tamaki, please!” He tried to wriggle his hips to encourage the other teen, and he thought, from the way Tamaki moaned, he'd made his point. The thick rod slipped out with an almost painful slowness, only a few inches, then pressed back in just as slowly. Umehito's body shuddered violently. The first several thrusts were like this, growing gradually deeper, but with that same slow pace, that same gentle thrust. He didn't know he was still speaking, but from somewhere far away he heard a voice that he didn't recognize as his own at first saying, “Please. Please! Please! Please please please!' With each stroke, more lustful babble spilled from his lips unchecked by the brain that had abandoned him in the midst of such pleasure. 'Please!' and 'Faster!' and 'Harder! Harder, please Tamaki. Love you. Love you Please hard hard HAAARRRDD!' His bound hands dug into the iron rim of the chaise when Tamaki finally obliged him, murmuring equal senseless noises of devotion. Nekozawa could barely make them out, but he heard 'mon ami' several times and what he was pretty sure had to be very foul words in French – they sounded filthy, anyway, and 'so tight' and 'so hot' and 'so cute' and he'd even discerned the word 'beautiful' in his lust maddened haze. He felt a hot tongue on his nipple as the hips pounded him, and then, “ooooh! Yes! Yes! Love you yess, hard, bite me hard!” ...the teeth, which very nearly broke skin at his over-eager pleading. His cock was pulsing again. He could feel how close he was, and was not sensible enough to try to deny it.

“So close! Tamaki, so close!” he sobbed, blissed out tears pouring from his eyes. He didn't seem to be alone in that, because Tamaki's pretty French murmurs had quickly degenerated into gasping and grunting.

Tamaki's skilled fingers wrapped around his organ, and he was certain the kisses to his throat were a little too rough to leave his sensitive skin unscathed. Forgetting his bound arms, he tried to reach up to embrace Tamaki, to have something to hold onto, but feeling the restraint, only sobbed openly as orgasm claimed him again, spewing all over Tamaki's fingers.

At the same time, his name spilled from Tamaki's lips, the hand milking his organ stilled, his lover tensed, and hot seed filled his body. The pleasure of their coupling was so overwhelming, Nekozawa fainted mid-course.

When he roused a few moments later, Tamaki was murmuring apologies and words or gratitude as he carefully unbound his senpai's abused wrists. He kissed each gingerly and settled to the chaise with his fragile beloved, planted kisses all over Nekozawa's face.

“St-stop that, it tickles,” Nekozawa blushed. He was relieved, in taking stock of the situation, to find his cock finally sated.

“Non, mon ami. This tickles,” Tamaki grinned, and proceeded to run his fingers along Umehito's ribcage in just the right way to make him writhe and gasp for breath.

“St-stooop!” Umehito whined. It was really rather uncivilized of him, but nobody tickled him! Nobody!

Tamaki eventually stilled his fingers and swallowed the older boy's laughter with a kiss. “Never,” he answered. “Thanks to you, I don't have to worry about Kyoya anymore. I thought he might never confess his undying devotion to our little Haruhi! She seemed so lonely, and there was Kyoya brooding all the time.” Tamaki sighed dramatically and cast his arm across his brow. “Honestly, I've no idea what you did, but now that it's been done, I have time to pursue other interests!”

“Like Black Magic?” Nekozawa asked.

“Well, like a certain black mage in particular, at the very least,” Tamaki grinned and lightly dragged his fingers over that ticklish area of Nekozawa's side again.

Nekozawa fell right off the chaise in his efforts to escape. “I told you not to do that!”

“Should I do this, instead?” Tamaki purred against his ear before running his tongue along the soft flesh.

A ripple of pleasure raced up Nekozawa's spine and made him shiver. Now that the magic was fading, he was starting to realize that he had sore muscles where he didn't even know he had muscles at all! “Go to sleep,” he said, extending his arms to push Tamaki away, face a bright shade of rose. “If you think I can do that again so soon, you're crazy. It was my first time! You have to give me time to recover,” he complained petulantly.

Tamaki just pulled him close and trapped him in a tight embrace. “Yes yes,” he sighed. “Next time, I will be more gentle.”

Umehito sighed and settled against the other boy's chest. “There's no need to go that far.” It turned out he rather liked being dominated by Tamaki, after all. He didn't want to ruin that with 'gentleness'. He just wanted Tamaki to give his body a little time to recover until he was used to it!

Tamaki quirked a brow and kissed his forehead. “No?” he asked. “In that case, next time, we will try with handcuffs! And, oh! A riding crop, perhaps! I've heard good things. I've always wanted to try that!” he sang.

Nekozawa didn't want to admit there was a degree to which that turned him on. He certainly wouldn't admit it aloud and encourage his energetic boyfriend. 'Boyfriend! My boyfriend? He said 'next time' so that means we must be, right?' He tried to silence the happy fangirl in his heart that had been mooning over Tamaki for years. He sighed to try to calm the other boy down. “You've already made me skip dinner, and I've no idea what time it is, but my body says 'late'. If we're really locked in here by ourselves and you're not just teasing me, then go to sleep. I'm tired.”

“Tell me how much you love me first?” Tamaki begged, nosing at his cheek. “Tell me? Please?”

What was he, a puppy? “I love you enough to let you tie me up and cast spells on me that you've got no business knowing,” Nekozawa pouted. “And, enough to let you stay afterward. Now go to sleep.”

“Well, I love you enough to practice weird spells on myself, and tie you up, and stay afterward, even if you're mean to me,” Tamaki quipped in return. He leaned forward, nipped at Nekozawa's sensitive ear, and the poor president of the Black Magic Club admitted defeat. He wasn't going to get to sleep tonight until Tamaki was damn well ready.

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One Week Later...

Mori was a mime. Hunny was a clown. The twins – rather scantily clad acrobats. Kyoya was a magician, and Haruhi – which was just strange enough to be her own idea – a rabbit, seated in quite a large magician's hat. Hunny was quite jealous of her costume and kept begging to trade. Tamaki was the lion tamer, and somehow, he was the lion.

Nekozawa didn't know how it had happened. He longed for his black cloak, but the fuzzy mane and long furry sleeves were really enough cover from the bright lights, which had been dimmed appropriately for 'atmosphere', though he knew Tamaki had altered the lighting for his benefit. He shifted uncomfortably in his costume. He knew the Host club's guests would never know that the butt end of his tail was specially designed to hook into his...ahem, or that when the automated tail flicked periodically in a very cat-like fashion, something inside did, too. They would never know that the collar and chain leash that Tamaki was holding, or the long whip had been used in bed only two nights before, or that he found both intensely arousing when Tamaki wielded them. They also would absolutely never know that just twenty minutes ago, in the dressing room, Nekozawa had learned how to unfasten a man's trousers with his teeth. They wouldn't know that he was Tamaki's lover, so there is no way they would realize he was also quite content to be his pet. It was a secret even the other club members weren't aware of.

Well, the devil king, Ootori, seemed to look at him as if he might have a few suspicions, but given the way Haruhi shifted in her bunny suit, he thought maybe Tamaki and Kyoya weren't so different as Kyoya wanted to believe. In any case, he didn't think Kyoya would be calling Tamaki on his choice in accessories any time soon.

The doors to the Ouran High School Host Club swung open to reveal an elaborate circus spectacular! The girls squealed in excitement at what forbidden delights the afternoon had to offer at the hands of their designated hosts, who had, surely paired off in such seemingly sinful ways strictly to please their yaoi fantasies!

“Welcome!” the hosts proclaimed in unison.

Nekozawa's pulse raced as he was led by a tug of the leash that was just a little too rough, on hands and knees to cater quietly to their guests, as little more than an ornament to rest at Tamaki's side, a possession, however prized, completely bound by his sinful whims. 'How did I let this happen?' he wondered as the girls spoke to him. He couldn't focus on what they were saying.

Tamaki tilted his chin up, giving the girls the fan service they were paying for. “You look thirsty, senpai. Would you like some milk?” he purred, their faces only inches apart. Nekozawa knew well the hidden language they were speaking.

“Yes,” he purred, eyes drooping, completely under Tamaki's spell, wondering if such a thing existed in a book.

Tamaki smiled at him, a promise that later, oh later, he would have all the 'milk' he wanted. “Well, perhaps milk tea for now. We wouldn't want to spoil your dinner.” As Tamaki poured it for their guests first, then for Nekozawa, the girls squealed.

Nekozawa wondered just how far Tamaki intended to take this joke, how long it would take for him to tire of it, and if his body would break first, or his heart. As he wondered how he had been reduced to this, and how he would survive when Tamaki tired of him and cast him aside, the Host King smiled down at him, that sweet smile that made Nekozawa think they must, surely, be the only two people in the entire world, and that everything beyond them was simply a mirage. It reminded him exactly how he had been swayed to enslave himself to the younger man's every whim; he was, quite clearly, still under the influence of Tamaki's spell. It was the only reasonable explanation.

'I put a spell on you, because your mine, all right?'

And, it was. It was so very, very all right. There was nothing more 'all right' in the world.

The End.
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