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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Wow, i lied... XD Very very sorry and here's your chapter.

Mori sighed and got out of his car. He looked back into the window to check his reflection. He hadn't been sure what to wear to a club, so he had worn jeans and a designer t-shirt. The clothes felt comfortable, and it wasn't like he planned on going home with anyone tonight. He headed for the line in front of the club. At least ten people stood ahead of him; none of them were Kyoya or Hikaru.

"There you are," Hikaru's voice came from behind him. Mori turned to see Hikaru in a black wife beater, showing off his tattoo. Kyoya stood behind him with a bored expression on his face; he wore a blue button up shirt that only had some of the buttons done, exposing most of his chest and an amber pendant. Mori attempted to not look at those uncovered gray eyes.

"Shall we go in?" Kyoya asked.

"The line," Mori gestured.

Kyoya walked past him, and pulled out his wallet. Hikaru and Mori followed him to the bouncer, who Kyoya handed money to. Kyoya gestured with his head to the other two and they went into the club. Mori followed the two to a staircase. Kyoya headed off to the bar as Hikaru began climbing up the stairs. After looking between the two, Mori opted to follow Hikaru. They passed several tables, which many of them had people doing drugs or drinking strong liquor. Hikaru plopped down at the last table and waited for Mori to join him.

"We usually hang out up here," Hikaru told him. "You have to pay the guy at the bottom of the stairs to be up here, but it's worth it."

Mori nodded as he looked around.

"First time in a club?" Hikaru asked.

Mori nodded again.

Hikaru nodded. He looked out over the dance floor before speaking again. "Kyoya says you already know what we do, so let's get the shit out of the way: we drink, we fuck, and I do some simple drugs." Hikaru looked back to Mori waiting for a response.

"You 'fuck' each other?" Mori questioned.

Hikaru grinned. "If you help me get him smashed beyond telling what gender I am…I may have a chance."

Mori chuckled.

"So, what do you want to do?" Hikaru grinned. "We could dance, grab a smoke, just hang out, or maybe play around." Hikaru leaned in closer. "Think Sayuri would care if you hang with a guy?"

"New rule." Kyoya suddenly appeared with three drinks. "No hitting on friends." He set the drinks down on the table and sat down.

Hikaru pouted. "It's not my fault all my friends are sexy."

Kyoya leaned back in his chair.

"What about roomies?" Hikaru ran a finger down Kyoya's chest, popping open all but one of Kyoya's buttons.

"Definitely not," Kyoya grabbed his drink.

"Come on, Kyoya." Hikaru leaned forward, his lips near Kyoya's ear. "You know you want me."

Kyoya turned; his face was only an inch from Hikaru's. "Do I now?"

"Yeah." Hikaru leaned forward but was stopped by Kyoya's hand.

"I think you've made a slight error," Kyoya pushed Hikaru away.

Hikaru sighed. "I seriously need some gay friends."

"You'd make them go straight." Kyoya took a drink.

"You would think that there would be at least one gay guy in the host club," Hikaru muttered.

"That would be you." Kyoya grinned, though his eyes shifted to Mori in amusement.

Hikaru looked at Mori, "Want to go gay for the night?"

Kyoya looked over to Mori as well, "think you could handle it?"

Mori blinked and then shook his head.

"Damn it." Hikaru downed his drink. "I bet I'd have more luck with Tamaki."

"Actually he's just French." Kyoya took a drink.

"Whatever." Hikaru grabbed Mori's hand. "We're dancing." He dragged Mori away. Kyoya watched them go and looked back at Mori's almost empty glass.

It was strange to Mori, the way the women flocked to them. It was a lot like high school, but different. This wasn't the flirty, friendly attention he would get with Mitskuni by his side. These women were downright blunt about their intentions, and one even tried to pull him toward the bathroom. He felt like a piece of meat left out in the savannah. Hikaru did not help the matter at all. He would hang all over Mori, which made the women look almost carnivorous.

After about an hour of dancing, Hikaru disappeared with a brunette leaving Mori alone. After several gestures to the bar, Mori finally managed to get away from the women and he quickly headed back up the stairs. As he sat down at the table and Kyoya handed him a tall glass of sake. Kyoya held up his own glass and they both drank in silence.

After drinking about three quarters of the drink, Mori began to feel a bit woozy. He held up the glass, looking in it, curious about the contents.

"It's pretty strong, even when you're not dancing." Kyoya told him, his drink still over half full. He noted Mori swaying slightly. "You don't drink very much do you?"

Mori shook his head and the room swam. He felt a chill hit him as he caught the evil glint in Kyoya's eye.

"So," Kyoya started conversationally. "What has Kaoru told you?"

"Doesn't matter," Mori slurred.

"It must if you're taking time out of your day to watch Hikaru," Kyoya said coolly.

Mori frowned. "Not here for Hikaru."

"Then why are you here?" Kyoya demanded.

Mori sighed and fingered the glass. "You already know; you always know."

Kyoya tilted his head in question.

"Wanted to get away…" Mori took another drink.

"From?"

"…Mitskuni." Mori looked down in shame.

Kyoya's face didn't show a reaction. "Did you two have a fight?"

Mori shook his head slowly. He took a deep breath. "He cheated on me."

Kyoya frowned. "You don't-"

"I saw them in bed together." Mori took another drink. "Mitskuni doesn't know that I know."

"Them?" Kyoya asked tentatively.

Mori gave him a dirty look and finished off his drink.

"Are you going to exact any revenge?" Kyoya eyed the now heavily drunk Kendo champion.

"No." Mori sighed. "Not Tamaki's fault."

Kyoya nodded. He opened his mouth to say something else but was stopped when a hand snaked into his shirt.

"Kyo." Hikaru hiccupped as he nuzzled Kyoya's neck, his fingers feeling up Kyoya's chest.

"Can you stay somewhat sober for 2 seconds?" Kyoya asked agitated.

"I don't think Mori's here to watch me." Hikaru hiccupped again.

Kyoya eyed the kendo champion. "He's not."

"So I was thinking-" Hikaru gave a sly grin.

"An amazing feat for you," Kyoya said.

"Mori should be like us if he's going to hang out with us." Hikaru patted his right shoulder. "Let's go get him a tattoo!"

"No." Kyoya glared at him. "Not a chance in hell."

"Tattoo?" Mori asked.

"I have one on my shoulder." Hikaru told him as he patted his shoulder again. Then with his hand still in Kyoya's shirt, he popped open the last button. "And Kyoya has this one."

"Which was a giant mistake," Kyoya ground out. "I would remove the damn thing if it wasn't such a hassle."

"Ok." Mori grinned.

Both Kyoya and Hikaru turned to look at him.

"I always wanted a tattoo." Mori stood and swayed.

"No." Kyoya told them both.

Hikaru pulled away and headed for Mori. "There's this one place where Kyoya and I went to when we were-"

"No!" Kyoya slammed his fist on the table.

"The chick is amazing at tattooing. Want to go?" Hikaru continued. Mori nodded. "Kyoya, we need a ride."

"Hell no!" Kyoya crossed his arms. "You two are drunk, and there's no way I'm letting you do this."

Hikaru looked at Kyoya and then back to Mori. "If you hold him down, I can get his keys."

"Over my dead body." Kyoya glared. Both men froze for a second.

Hikaru frowned. "Just throw him over your shoulder and bring him with us."

"Wha-" Kyoya started, but was cut off as he was grabbed by the waist and hoisted up. Mori had flung him over his shoulder like he was a doll. "Put me down," He ordered.

"Onward!" Hikaru headed for the stairs.

"If you put me down, I will take you two dumbasses," Kyoya growled.

Kyoya fumed as he drove down the road. Hikaru seemed quite pleased with himself sitting on Mori's lap. Mori looked out the window, distracted by all the bright lights. Kyoya looked over to the two drunks and saw Hikaru's hands reaching down to Mori's inner thigh. Both Mori and Kyoya smacked his hand away.

"Kyo?" Hikaru laughed. "You jealous?" His hand immediately went to Kyoya's inner thigh.

"He has a girlfriend," Kyoya stated. "Leave him alone."

Hikaru nipped at Mori's neck, making Mori pull away. "I swear, I would kill right now for a nice big-"

Kyoya blared the radio. Hikaru glared at him, jerking his hand all the way up to Kyoya's crotch. Kyoya's brow twitched and he pushed Hikaru's hand away.

Mori shut off the music. "We've passed that place before." He pointed out the window.

"There are several restaurants just like that one," Kyoya told him.

"We're going in circles." Mori glared.

"No, we aren't. It just takes a while to get there," Kyoya lied.

"We walked there." Hikaru stared at him. "And pretty quickly too."

"Stop the car. We'll walk," Mori told him.

Kyoya swore under his breath. "Give me a minute." He made a U-turn. So much for them sobering up.

Kyoya swore a bit louder when they entered the tattoo shop, causing a blond man and a brilliant red haired woman to look up.

The woman grinned. "You two are back? And you brought a friend." She laughed. "What have you been doing this time?"

"Drinking sake!" Hikaru grinned.

She turned to look at Kyoya who growled, "yet again, not my idea."

"So what can we do for you?" The blond asked.

"I want 'Discipline' in Kanji." Mori patted his right hip.

Kyoya shook his head and approached the woman. "I need a favor," He whispered. "I will pay you to not tattoo these idiots."

"I have a better idea," The woman grinned as she eyed him.

"Discipline?" Hikaru scoffed behind them. "You should get something cooler like an alien or something." He looked around the walls that had pictures all over them. "How about a tiger?"

The red head pulled on one of the sides of Kyoya's shirt. "I have to make sure his tattoo healed all right," She called to her friend.

"Kyoya," Hikaru called. "What do you think Mori should get?"

Kyoya looked over his shirt. "I would write 'wild' before 'discipline'." He looked back pointedly at the redhead.

"Hey Raiko," She called to the blond. "They are too drunk. You know the rule, no tattoos!"

The blond shrugged as Hikaru and Mori moaned. "Hey, it's the rules."

Mori watched the door shut behind Kyoya. "I want the tattoo."

"We have money," Hikaru said in a sing song voice.

Kyoya buckled up his belt with a smirk on his face as he watched the redhead readjust her top. She grinned at him.

"That may be one of my best tattoos," She told him. "I should check up on it again soon."

Kyoya chuckled. He pulled out his cell to check the time. Took longer than I thought it would. He headed back through the door with the redhead. On a barstool, Mori sat with his left side to him. Raiko was busy outlining a tattoo on his hip.

"I said 'no'!" The redhead yelled at Raiko.

Raiko looked up from his work and shrugged.

Kyoya glared at the redhead, and then headed for Mori. "Get up, we're going! Enough is enough!"

Mori glared at him. "I want this." Kyoya glared right back.

"Plus we already paid out the ass to make him do it," Hikaru grinned.

"I want this," Mori repeated.

"Fine." Kyoya shook his head. "Finish getting the damn thing, but I don't want to hear you bitch when it has to be removed." He turned and headed for the exit. "I'm going to get some smokes."

"I thought you didn't-" Hikaru started, but was cut off as the door slammed. Hikaru looked back to Mori. "I don't think he realized you got the other one, do you?"

Mori looked over to his right hip where the word 'discipline' had been freshly tattooed.

Hikaru let out a curse as he held his head. His head pounded as he started to sober up, and Kyoya had hid all the booze in the house. Hikaru rubbed his temples. Kyoya was also beyond pissed off. Hikaru headed for the kitchen toward the fridge but had to pause and do a double-take.

Mori looked down at Kyoya who kneeled in front of him. It took a moment for Hikaru to realize that Kyoya had been inspecting the freshly tattooed skin. Mori swayed slightly; whatever Kyoya had given him had been strong; especially for a man who didn't drink often.

Kyoya rose to his feet. "Hikaru," He said as he turned. "I have to bathe. Can you attempt to watch him for a minute?"

"Can't it wait?" Hikaru groaned as his headache started to pulsate.

"Seeing as it's your fault that this has happened and what I had to resort to-Yes, I would like you to watch him while I get the smell of cheap whore off of me." Kyoya bit out as he pushed past the stunned twin. Kyoya called over his shoulder, "I am going to leave the door unlocked. If you come in there and you or Takashi aren't dead-you will be."

Several minutes later, Kyoya leaned back in the tub with hot water lapping at his sides. He looked over to his jeans, which had been discarded on the floor. He then looked back at the door. Kyoya let out a sigh and leaned over and grabbed the box of cigarettes and his lighter out of his pocket. He tossed them both back on his jeans after he lit a cigarette. He leaned back in the tub and tossed a washcloth over his eyes and contemplated his future. Now that he had become completely sober, he became very aware of the consequences to be had from the night. I should just let Hikaru take the fall for this one; after all it is his fault. Though if by some stretch of the imagination, Mori is actually here for Hikaru then it would be counterproductive for us. Then again it might make the dumbass take a shred of responsibility. Kyoya sighed. I could possibly take the fall for this one. After all, Honey already is pissed off at me. Though he is liable to kill me over this one. Physically he is capable, but would he do it?...Either way it will be a miracle for me to get past this week without a black eye.

Kyoya's thoughts were disturbed by a faint click of a door shutting. Kyoya mentally reminded himself to have Hikaru quartered. "Hikaru, get out!" Kyoya snapped.

Silence answered him.

"I mean it."

"Am I a pet?" Came Mori's voice.

Kyoya decided he needed to tie Hikaru to the horses himself. He pulled the cloth off of his face and saw Mori standing at the door with a depressed look. Kyoya took a drag off his cigarette and tossed the cloth forward to cover himself. "If you are going to be this type of drunk then you can't hang out with us."

"Hikaru says I'm Mitskuni's pet." Mori sat down on the toilet seat lid. Kyoya eyed Mori's tattoos which were still outlined in red irritation.

"You're not," Kyoya sighed. "Hikaru said that because you tend to be on a short leash with him."

"Mitskuni gets jealous," Mori told him.

"Generally, those who've cheated fear that others will cheat on them. That's why he fears Hikaru and me." Kyoya sat up more.

"Not Hikaru," Mori stated and looked to Kyoya. "You."

Kyoya furrowed his brow. "Out of the entire host club, I'm the straightest. Why would he even worry about me?"

"I like you." Mori looked down at the floor.

"You…" Kyoya began and then stopped. He put out his cigarette on the side of the tub. Hikaru is definitely taking the fall for this one.

"Mitskuni doesn't understand that I would never…" Mori frowned. He fiddled with his hands. "I don't blame him." He sighed. "I never did."

"You don't?" Kyoya asked.

"He was drunk. Didn't know what he was doing." Mori sighed. "It's the lie. How he's kept it from me."

"So, if Honey told you," Kyoya raised a brow. "You would forgive him."

Mori nodded vigorously.

"So, he just has to tell you."

Mori nodded again.

"But you want him to do it on his own." Kyoya frowned. "And it's been months. So, highly unlikely."

Mori stood with a sigh. He began to pace. "He'll be mad." He gestured to his hips.

"So what?" Kyoya leaned back in the tub. "It's your body. You didn't do anything wrong."

There was a sudden yank on Kyoya's wrist and he found himself in a tight embrace. Mori's face had been buried in his neck, water drenched the floor, and there was no way for Kyoya to escape the tight hug.

"I am wrong." Mori squeezed even harder. "He said 'no'."

Kyoya's eyes shifted to the washcloth on the floor and wished that there was more separating them than just Mori's jeans.

"You are your own person." Kyoya tried to reason. "You did something you wanted. He can't blame you for being happy."

Mori pulled back slightly. "Happy."

"Yeah, like earlier. Mori, you were-" Kyoya stopped as Mori gripped his upper arms.

"Takashi." Mori stared at him.

Kyoya grimaced from the pain in his arms. "Let go!"

"Takashi." Mori repeated, staring into his eyes. His hands tightening with misjudged strength.

"Takashi." Kyoya repeated in gritted teeth as he tried to not gasp in pain. "Let go."

Kyoya took several steps backward as Takashi released him. "I like it when you call me that." Takashi told him.

Kyoya watched him head out the bathroom door. His upper arms pulsated; there would be bruises tomorrow.

So i hope you liked and I will start working on the next chapter as soon as i'm done posting this one. As always:review!
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