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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Ouran and don’t make money off of my silly little fantasies.

Chapter List
- 1-Recover Ch 1
- 2-Recover Ch 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Recover Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 11
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- 13
Recover

Ch 12

Haruhi's mind was fuzzy with sleep when she felt someone lift the bed covers and slide in behind her. He was warm and tall, and laid one arm across her tummy, pulling her close.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “Senpai, you changed your mind.” She cuddled back into him. “I'm glad.”

She smiled as she felt his hand glide down her hip and squeeze gently. She arched her back and moaned as she felt his erection press tight against her ass. His grip tightened and held her as he pressed his hips forward, grinding his arousal against her. She was surprised the striping of welts across her bottom gave her no discomfort. She was pleased her soreness had passed so quickly. Haruhi was quickly distracted by her thoughts as she felt his hand slide under the hem of her nightshirt and massage its way up to her breast, cupping gently then squeezing it tight. Haruhi groaned in pleasure. The scratch of stubble tickled her as he trailed nipping kisses behind her ear and across her neck.

Haruhi was jarred from her pleasure as the nips got stronger. She stiffened as she felt his teeth set hard, but not painfully, into the side of her neck. “Senpai, stop. No teeth remember?”

She blinked more fully awake and froze. Stubble? She had never felt stubble on Kyoya before. She sometimes suspected he had a quick shave every time he left his room.

Ice gripped her heart. “Senpai?”

Fingers wrapped around her throat as a rough voice rumbled into her ear. “I remember lots of things, bitch.”

Haruhi opened her mouth to scream for Kyoya down the hall, but no sound came out. She tried to lift her arms to fight, push him away. Her movements were slow and weak. What was wrong with her? She was able to slide one arm over the side of the bed to where the mattress met the springs. Her hands found nothing and she remembered her knives and cleaver had been returned to the kitchen.

“No.” She whimpered as she was flipped onto her back.

“Miss me, baby?” Satou's inky hair hung in his glazed eyes. He looked ragged and crazier than before. “When I couldn't get out of the country I knew it was a sign. I wasn't supposed to leave you behind without finishing things. And now it's just you and me with nobody's leash holding me back and ruining everything.” Satou gripped the neck of her sleep-shirt with two hands. “And you've been busy haven't you, playing house with that little pussy.”

Haruhi cried out weakly as he ripped the shirt down the middle and carelessly flipped the ruined cloth to either side of her, exposing her completely. She tried to cover herself and earned a harsh slap across one cheek.

“And I've seen what you've been doing with him.” Satou hissed as he loomed over her. “I can see I was way too easy on you before.” He climbed higher on her body and straddled her chest, leaving her arms free. Haruhi's breath came in terrified gasps as Satou twined his fingers gently with hers. “You liked it, didn't you? I knew when I looked at you, you needed me. You needed me to show you, give you what you deserve.”

“No.” She gasped.

Satou only chuckled at her. “And you like the fight. I like it, too.”

He slid back down her body, keeping her hands held in his. He kicked her knees apart and Haruhi felt his pants were open, exposing his excitement. Haruhi growled and tried to free her hands and cross her legs. He was too strong, it didn't budge him in the least. He grinned wildly and pressed the head of his cock against her warm folds. She wiggled and struggled desperately. He released her hands and leaned down to set his teeth into her breast. She swore and swatted and pushed at him. She tried scratching him, but nothing seemed to phase him. He gripped her hips and forced his way inside her.

Satou groaned in pleasure. “Nice and tight, just like last time.” His teeth found her other breast as Haruhi fought him ineffectively. The feel of him pressing inside her turned her stomach and she moaned as she tried not to throw-up.

Satou cackled. “Yeah, you like it, don't you, bitch?” He plunged deeper inside her. His fingers wrapped around her throat and squeezed. “I remember how tight your little cunt got last time when I squeezed your throat nice and tight. You're just lucky it's me and not Ito. Ito would tear you in half and leave you to bleed to death. He's hung like an elephant.” He thrust harder, faster. “I'm just hung like a horse.” His hands pressed tight until black spots floated in her vision. Her fingers scrabbled against his tight hold, fighting to catch a breath.

“God, yeah.” His cock slammed into her. “You get so fucking tight and hot when I choke you.” He ground his hips to hers and then continued thrusting hard. “And when I'm done with you, I'll go see that young man down the hall. I'll give him what he deserves. It would be a waste not to, since you got him all nice and warmed up for me.” His grip didn't lessen as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Shall I fuck his ass just how I'm fucking your cunt right now?” He groaned in pleasure and increased his speed. “You want to watch, bitch? Maybe fuck his mouth with that strap-on while I tear up his ass?”

He shifted to get a better position and she felt a gasp of precious air. She used it to scream as loudly and shrilly as possible for Kyoya. He had to wake up. She couldn't let Satou catch him sleeping and hurt him.

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Kyoya had woken early and met Honey and Mori in the foyer. They were discussing Haruhi's move to Honey's when Tamaki arrived.

“How are the twins doing?” Kyoya asked.

Tamaki smiled. “It's slow but I think things are starting to improve. They take their therapy sessions together, now. That's working much better for them.” He shook his head. “It's going to be a hard road. But the nightmares seem to be getting better.

“How are things with, Haruhi? That's why I came. With Hikaru and Kaoru doing a little better, I could get away to come see her.” Tamaki said.

“She's sleeping right now,” Kyoya said as he led them into the house. “But I imagine she'll wake...” Kyoya was interrupted by a pitiable shriek.

“Haruhi!” The young men bolted, following Kyoya. Kyoya had the key to her room in his hand before they reached it. He quickly popped open the lock. Tamaki passed him as he extracted the key from the knob.

Tamaki scanned the room and ran to Haruhi, who was alone on the bed. “Check everywhere! Make sure there's no one else in here.”

Haruhi was writhing on the bed, her fingers clawing at her throat and whimpering, scratching long red marks in her flesh.

“Christ.” Tamaki swore as he wrestled her hands away, looking for a rope or ligature that could be choking her. He saw nothing. “Haruhi! Haruhi!”

Her eyes snapped open, but she seemed not to see him. She screamed again, pulling one leg back and kicking the center of his chest with all her might. Tamaki was knocked off the bed, landing on his rump. Kyoya climbed over him, gathering a struggling Haruhi in his arms.

He shushed her gently. “Haruhi,” he said firmly, “wake up. Wake up, now.” He tugged her carefully into his lap, her nightshirt bunching above her waist. She still fought him, her eyes wide and unseeing.

“Damn it.” Kyoya threaded his fingers in her hair, close to her scalp. He closed his hand into a fist, clenched in her hair. He pulled her head back hard exposing the line of her throat and laid a stinging slap on her ass.

“Kyoya!” Tamaki barked. “What the fuck?!”

“Senpai?” Haruhi blinked and shuddered. She looked around wildly.

Honey and Mori returned from searching the bathroom and closets. “We didn't find anyone. All the windows are shut and locked from the inside.”

Mori grunted his agreement.

When Kyoya saw she was aware of her surroundings, he released her hair and held her carefully. Haruhi shook her head, dispelling the last tendrils of the nightmare that had held her.

“Shit. I was dreaming?” Haruhi rested her head on Kyoya's shoulder. “That was the worst nightmare I've had so far.” She looked up at the worried young men. “I'm so sorry. I just...”

“It wasn't just a dream.” Tamaki interrupted. He sat on the edge of the bed and blushed as he gestured to her exposed backside. “Dreams don't steal panties and they don't leave marks.” He swallowed hard and gently took Haruhi's hand. “Did he have a whip? Are you hurt? What did he do to you?” He glanced down and saw the scratches on her forearm from carrying her knife. “Ah, Haruhi! You have defensive wounds!” He looked horrified.

Haruhi felt Kyoya tense behind her. She patted his knee, trying to reassure him, as she clumsily crawled out of his lap. She yanked her nightshirt down to cover her and pulled a sheet over her waist and thighs to be on the safe side.

Haruhi pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to banish the terror of the dream with it. Satou wasn't here. She was safe.

“It was just a dream, a nightmare.” She touched the skin of her throat and flinched at the stinging scratches. “One hell of a nightmare.” She blew out another breath. “But I'm ok.”

Haruhi looked up in surprise as Mori stepped next to her. He held out a damp washcloth. It hurt for a moment as she pressed it to her neck, then the cool cloth soothed it quickly. “Thank you, Mori-senpai.”

He nodded and stepped away.

“You're sure you're ok, Haru-chan?” Honey's eyes were wide as he squeezed his pink stuffed bunny. “Do you want Usa-chan for a minute, or some cake?”

Haruhi couldn't help but smile. She was startled as Tamaki jerked himself off the bed and stood.

“What's wrong with all of you?” Tamaki cried in distress. “We have to search the estate! Someone attacked Haruhi and hurt her.”

Tamaki fell to his knees on the floor beside Haruhi's bed. He took her hand and pulled it to his heart. “Were you threatened, Haruhi? Please, tell us.” He flung his other hand, gesturing to the others. “We will protect and defend you. Where is the fiend who abused you?!”

Haruhi sighed and patted Tamaki on the head. “I appreciate the sentiment, Tamaki-senpai. But it's not necessary. I'm fine. No one's done anything against my consent since I was rescued. Please, just let it go. I was upset because of the nightmare. I'm ok now.”

Tamaki looked at her, incredulous shock written on his face. “But, your butt...” He tugged at the sheet, trying to verify what he'd seen.

Haruhi smacked his hand and sighed. “Could someone, please, grab me some pants?”

Kyoya nodded and walked to the closet. Tamaki crouched on the floor, his knees pulled to his chest.

Tamaki's eyes flew from Kyoya to Mori to Honey. “How can you be so calm? She's been attacked!”

Honey shifted from one foot to the other. “I, uh, I'm not sure you could call it an attack, Tama-chan.”

Mori nodded. “Yeah.”

Tamaki looked like a confused puppy.

Haruhi groaned. “You aren't just going to let this go, are you? God, I have no desire to explain this.”

Kyoya returned with a pair of soft comfortable pants. “Is this distressing you, Haruhi? Would you like me to talk to him?”

Haruhi took the pants and shimmied into them, under the cover of the sheet. “That's better.” She stood and went to Kyoya. “He's just trying to protect me. Do you mind if I give him a small explanation?”

Kyoya nodded. “If you are alright with it that's fine, and you don't need to shield me. Honey and Mori already know what's going on.”

Tamaki's attention whipped to Honey and Mori. “You know what's going on?” He wailed.

Haruhi patted his shoulder, catching his attention. She looked desperately uncomfortable. “Right after... after the hospital, I was having a hard time. I was all torn up and I was starting to hurt myself a little bit. I hadn't started cutting myself but I was thinking about it.”

“Haruhi,” Tamaki gasped.

She held her hand up, halting his words. “I needed an organized and mindful outlet. I needed someone to help me with what was going on inside me. I needed to externalize this mess, get it out of me. And, it worked. Every time I did it I felt so much better. Careful application of pain and excitement helped me so much. But it doesn't last forever.”

Tamaki sputtered. “Careful application... Somebody whipped you, Haruhi!”

“Well, actually it was a cane.” She looked thoughtful. “It makes a really neat whooshing noise as it goes through the air. And then it's just a sharp sting. It doesn't hurt much at all.”

Kyoya closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded like, “Not helping.”

Tamaki's eyes bulged. “Who would...” He froze. His eyes pinpointing Kyoya like lasers. “You... You pulled her hair and hit her when she was in the middle of a nightmare. You couldn't have been the one that...” Tamaki seemed to deflate. “You didn't, did you, Kyoya?”

Kyoya said nothing, just adjusted his glasses.

Tamaki looked to Honey and Mori. “And you knew?”

Mori shrugged, Honey looked uncomfortable.

“That's it! Haruhi is coming to my house!” Tamaki stood tall and grabbed Haruhi's wrist, dragging her toward the door.

Haruhi dug in her heels and yanked herself free. “Do not try to make my decisions for me, Tamaki-senpai!”

“You can't stay here!” He responded. “The stress has clearly gotten to Kyoya.”

Haruhi rolled her eyes. “Not that you have any say in it, but I'm not staying here anymore. I'm going to Honey-senpai's.”

Tamaki paused, and considered it. “No, they're complicit in this. They let him hurt you!”

“Damn it, Senpai, this isn't your decision. I'll go where I want!” Haruhi stomped her foot.

Tamaki pulled his own hair. “God, does your father know what's going on here?”

Haruhi froze. “Of course not. He'd never understand.” She said quietly. “He doesn't need to know any of it... not yet.”

“He doesn't know you were kidnapped?” Tamaki was stunned. “He doesn't know the things that happened? A father deserves to know these things, Haruhi.”

Haruhi didn't like the look in Tamaki's eyes. “You can't tell him.” She grabbed his arm. “Please, don't do this. It would kill him if he knew what they did.” She shook her head. “I'll tell him some of it, when I'm ready. But I can't yet. Not yet.”

Tamaki hung his head. “You're going to Honey's? Today?”

“Yeah.” Mori said.

“We'll take really good care of her, Tama-chan!” Honey added.

Tamaki sat on the bed heavily. “Alright. I won't tell your dad.”

Haruhi sighed in relief.

Tamaki continued, “but, you have to promise me something.”

Haruhi was instantly suspicious. “What?” She wasn't sure if she was ready to stop playing with Kyoya. She felt a flare of anxiety at the thought of losing her cathartic outlet.

“You have to start seeing the twins' therapist.” He said seriously.

“What?” She repeated.

“The therapist has helped them, Haruhi. They're getting better. It's slow, but it's better.” He gently took her hand. “Please, I want you to get better, too. I don't want you to hurt yourself, and I don't want you to need to have someone else hurt you.”

His eyes were so earnest. She knew she couldn't deny him. Haruhi nodded. “Ok, I'll try.”

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