The adventures of Haruhi

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or the songs used within these fan fictions. I make no money off them and they are for entertainment only.

~In the Halls of the Shadow King~

"O Fortuna velut Luna"

Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear
Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen
On both ways you can get in.
Don't think twice before you listen to your heart,
Follow the trace for a new start.
What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal.
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.

"O Fortuna velut Luna"


The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom

The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom

Try to think about it...
That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is, what's the gravity of love

"O Fortuna velut Luna"

Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice.
But if you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.

"O Fortuna velut Luna"
"O Fortuna velut Luna"


Gravity of Love ~Enigma

Haruhi stared across the table to lock eyes with Kyouya. She swallowed nervously and he smirked.

“Frightened Haruhi?” he asked in that voice like iced silk.

She blinked, spine stiffening, “No. Irritated.” she snapped, “You really shouldn’t read other people’s private things senpai”.

He pushed his glasses up with one long finger, “And you really shouldn’t leave such personal items laying about. They really do become fair game.”

She fisted her hands, “It was a diary”

He leaned back in his seat and surveyed her, like a little king. “It was…. Illuminating. But you must be careful of what you write.”

She hung her head, how had she been stupid enough to write down the details of her erotic dreams? Perhaps because they had refused to leave her in peace until she did.

Kyouya chuckled again, drawing her attention, “You really think I would charge you?”

She blanched, mentally berating herself and the smug rich bastard sitting opposite of her.

“Why not? you are cold enough” she muttered back. Did he have to be so damnably good looking. The most elusive member of the host club.

The shadow king.

“You don’t know me” he pointed out, rising from his seat with slow, catlike grace, “But I think you will.”

She lifted her eyes and wondered what he was up to, when he removed his glasses and gently set them on the table.

She sat still as stone as he moved around the highly polished table to lean over her.

“I know you are curious” he breathed near her ear, “All you had to do was say so….”

She flushed at his nearness, the scent of him that was oddly sweet and spicy at the same time. Like some exotic candy waiting to be sampled.

“I know that you have fantasized about us. Wanted us. Well Haru, here is your chance to know reality from fiction.”

“Ky..kyouua senp..” She began but his long finger pressing to her lips silenced her.

Her eyes were dilated, her breathing quickened and Kyouya caught the barest hint of arousal in the air around her.

“These are the rules” he said darkly, firmly.

“You only speak when spoken to. You address me as sir or master. And you do not come without my permission. Failure to adhere to them will result in punishment. Do you understand?”

She blinked, where had this come from. “What?”

Haruhi was confused but aroused. Was he playing with her, or was her serious?

Kyouya reached down and hauled her out of her seat, spinning her to lean over the low table, flipping her skirt up to reveal her white cotton panties. His hand flew, connecting with her backside in a solid, stinging blow.

She yelped.

“Do you understand?” he demanded.

She nodded, “Y…yes sir.”

He all but purred in gratification, “Good, then we can begin. Strip.”

Haruhi slowly removed her clothing setting is aside on the side table.

Kyouya eyed her critically before nodding, he reached into a drawer and removed a small black object.

“Come here”

She moved to stand nude before him.

He reached up sliding a soft leather collar around her slender neck. The small silver tag danced against her skin and she glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall.

It was engraved.

With his name.

She arched a brow but wisely kept silent.

“Come then Haruhi” he said softly, “It’s time to play.”

He held out his hand as though daring her to refuse him and a part of her knew that if she did, he would let her go.

This was a test.

But she knew…. She could always trust Kyouya.

She slipped her hand into his and he smiled, the barest hint of warmth creeping into the expression.

He led her through his study to his newly remodeled bedroom. She noticed right away the various chains and ropes around the room.

He lifted his brow in question, “You seem surprised Haru” he cooed, “Why is that?”

She blinked, “Well….you are into bondage.. Sir?”

“A bit yes. Does that surprise you?”

She nodded, “I don’t know why it does though, you do like control.”

His black brow lifted and she realized that she had not addressed him correctly and hurried to add a sir.

He seemed appeased.

“You understand the truth about this kind of play don’t you?” he asked her.

Haruhi had never indulged in this sort of thing so she shook her head.

He pulled her into the room and reached up to pull a long velvet cord with attached cuffs closer to her from the ceiling. He latched them into place on her wrists and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Well he wasn’t about to tell her that while he called the shots, she ultimately held the power. “I believe that you knew from the start I was dominant.”

She nodded again.

He slipped behind her, sliding his palms over her bare shoulder, “And you are a submissive”

His breath washed over her ear in a heated rush and she shook her head.

“You aren’t?”

“No sir. I don’t think I am.”

He blinked, trailing his fingernail down her spine, watching her rise to her toes and the very last moment.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m a good sport sir?”

He laughed outright at that, and moved to stand before her, “I know the truth about you Haruhi” he told her. His voice deadly calm.

He brushed his nose along her cheek, “Always pretending.”

She stiffened slightly at his words.

“Always so strong and certain. Inside you are afraid. You think you are alone. You deny that you want someone, because deep down you NEED someone, you crave someone else to make those hard decisions for you. To take that control that you cling to so dearly and MAKE you feel. To remind you how good it can feel to just be a woman.”

She shook her head, Kyouya was hitting far too close to home but she’d not be admitting that.

“From a young age you had to be so responsible. But you know what they say… all work and no play makes Haruhi… a sexual basket case.”

His fingers stroked over her fluted collarbone and she shifted into his touch, “I can make you feel. I can make that choice for you, and you won’t feel the guilt of it.”

She panted at his words even as his mouth traced the shell of her ear, a dark seductive song that she longed to give over to.

His lips flowered against her cheek, her jaw, “Say that you want me to dominate you Haru” he coaxed, “And I will relieve that ache and confusion.”

She leaned toward him, her lips a breath away from his.

His dark eyes locked on hers, “Say it. Say please.”

And from her lips, the desired word tumbled, “Please…” a whisper. But it was enough.

“Please what?”

“Please Sir!”

Kyouya smirked, “Fast learner, good. You’ll need it.”

Haruhi blinked as he pulled a length of silk free, from his pocket.

He moved to tie it in place and she met his gaze, “Sir?”

“No fear. Not yet.”

'Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear'

Then the darkness covered her and she sought to track his movements by sound but he was silent.

“I know” he told her, “About that summer fling. Arai.”

Her whole body went tight.

“Was he any good, as your first?” Kyouya knew the answer, it was all in the diary but he wanted to hear it anyway.

Haruhi hung her head, “No sir”

He smiled widely now that she couldn’t see.

“One isn’t born a lover” he whispered passing close enough that she could feel his warmth, “One becomes.”

'Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen
On both ways you can get in.
Don't think twice before you listen to your heart,
Follow the trace for a new start.'


She jumped when he trailed his fingertips lightly over her skin, her senses heightened.

"What do you smell?" he asked casually.

She inhaled lightly, "Umm, vanilla and mint? Sir?"

"Very good, what else?"

She breathed deeply this time, catching the hint of salt in his sweat, the warm scent of flesh and male spice.

"You...sir" she breathed, finding that simple thought arousing.

"Hnn" he replied. Trailing his hands over her again.

Kyouya was very diligent in touching her flesh, altering the pressure and sensation to make her entire body spark to life.

'What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal.'

His mouth pressed against the nape of her neck, teeth nipping, tongue laving and she moaned softly.

“That boy knows nothing but his own pleasures. A lover… well now they know how to make another’s pleasure become their own.”

His voice was like liquid sex. She had never thought that the ice prince could get hot enough to scorch.

His words, his touches were driving her to distraction, she rubbed her thighs together to relieve the growing ache and tickling wetness.

“No Haru” he said firmly, “You will not ease yourself in any way.”

She felt the pressure around her ankles and then her legs were parting.

“A spreader bar”.

He blew lightly over her shoulders and she shivered.

Kyouya loved his little games and petty tortures and had been looking to get her in this position for a long time.

Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she strained to hear him.

His mouth pressed to the corner of hers and she turned to face him fully.

'In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.'


Kyouya ran his tongue along the edge of her bottom lip, delighted when her own tried to catch him. With a growl he sealed his mouth to hers, catching the angle to take it deep.

His tongue stroked against hers, tapped her teeth and curled against the roof of her mouth. She moaned into him and his hands moved to her hips, fingers dancing over smooth skin.

'O Fortuna velut Luna'

One hand slid to cup her small breast, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the small pink pebble. She arched against him and moaned again.

“Sensitive” he said and she felt his hot breath ghost over the taut peak. Then his tongue lashed at her and he blew against it, watching the flesh draw and pucker even tighter.

He stepped away from her and she whimpered.

Kyouya rummaged quietly through his vast array of toys until he found what he was looking for.

Haruhi felt his hand slide over her stomach and between her thighs. His fingertips encountered her wet petals and he growled against her ear, nipping it.

“You are going to do something for me” he told her, “I am going to push your body to it’s limits tonight. If I hurt you or you need to stop say ‘Ouran’ only if you cannot go on. This is our safe word. Do you understand?”

“Yes..sir”

“Good girl. I am going to insert two items into you. I think you will like them very much.”

He turned one on, letting her hear the tiny whir of the motors inside and pressed it against her pert nipple. She arched in surprise.

“They are wireless. Once inside of you I am going to sit across the room and make you come. You are going to try and control that reaction until I give you permission.”

She nodded weakly, “But sir?”

He was already lubing the small silver bullets, “Hmm?”

“Two?”

He chuckled, “Two”.

'The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom

The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom'

His fingers trailed through her wetness and she jolted as something cool touched her core.

“Relax” he instructed.

Slowly, deftly he eased the first bulled into her body, her walls clenching around the smooth item. His fingers pressing it into just the position he wanted.

His slick fingers slid backwards from her sex to tease the tight pucker and Haruhi surprised herself with the throaty moan that ripped from her.

“More sensitive here” he noted, “That is very good.”

She shook her head as his wet finger teased her opening, “Ohhhh..”

“Shall I stop?” he asked, finger rubbing in small circles, gaining pressure.

She cried out when the tip, only the tip of his finger breached her, “No Sir!”

Kyouya pressed a kiss to her shoulder, “No? Or No don’t stop?”

His finger slid in a little farther, curling and she lifted to her toes, “Don’t stop sir” her voice was breathy.

He smirked.

'Try to think about it...
That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is, what's the gravity of love'


She bit her lip when she felt the cool slick item press against her anus. She took a deep, shuddering breath and relaxed herself as it slid in with a slight popping feeling.

Kyouya had never been so hard in all his life, watching that tiny pucker slowly stretch to accommodate the small egg. He tugged lightly on the small loop attached to it, making sure that the tight ring of her opening would be stimulated.

Then he stepped back to admire his work.

A light sheen covered her already. And she looked utterly lovely, utterly helpless in his snares.

He quickly removed his clothing and made his way to his favorite chair near the fireplace.

He studied her for a long time, simply studied her, until she began to fidget in her restraints.

His father was considering her for him, not that he minded her really. But if they were to be paired it was better all around if they shared common likes.

This, was surprisingly one of them.

'O Fortuna velut Luna'

“Sir?” she whispered.

Behind the blindfold, Haruhi wondered if he had left. Was he even now laughing in the next room?

The unfamiliar weights in her orifices made her want to press her thighs together but the bar kept her spread.

She jumped and yelped when a sudden pulse of vibration began in her backside. Followed by a second pulse in her sex moments later.

She felt stuffed from the jostling toys and then the tingling began.

A pulsing throb that wriggled inside of her causing a deep penetrating ache. Her muscles clenched and she wailed at the sensation. Her hips dancing in the air, her hands gripping nothingness.

Kyouya had thought she never looked more truthful. Most women were their truest at the height of pleasure. All people were.

Reaching to the sidetable, he took up some of the scented massage oil and ran his large hand over his hard length. HIs head fell back against the chair and his eyes narrowed as he watched her moan and writhe.

His dark eyes narrowing on her slender form. His clever fingers hit the switch on one toy and the pulsing her core ceased. She panted but the pleasure in her bottom did not subside.

"Do you like it?" he asked from the chair, hand still stroking himself, "The stimulation to your rectum?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Aloud if you please." he commanded.

"Oh....o yes....sir" she panted. Gods how had she ever thought him cold and incapable of this? He'd barely touched her, but his voice, his presence, his machinations were driving her to the brink of pleasure.

He chuckled darkly, rising from his seat to wander closer. "I read about it. In your diary" he murmured against her open mouth. "Arai couldn't get it done. I suspected that he'd not given enough time or attention."

She whimpered against his mouth, feeling the hot velvet of his lips. Wanting more, wordlessly begging.

"I will never make that mistake" he told her and then captured her mouth again, she moaned against his invading tongue. The sweet, slick slide, the barest caress of flesh to flesh and she wanted more. Needed it.

'Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice.'

His hand slid to her back, tracing small, feather light circles over the soft skin there. His head lowered to tease against her breasts. Lightly nipping and suckling against her.

His arm held her tight against him as he ravaged the valley between those small, pert peaks. Her moans were soft and breathy and he suspected that her breasts were not nearly as sensitive as the rest of her.

"Shall I make you come?" he whispered into her throat, "Make you scream my name so loudly that God himself can hear it?"

She felt nails, the smooth, hard edges of his nails rake over her throat, and chest. Followed by a hot mouth, laving over the slightly reddened lines. The contrast in sensations incredible to her highly aroused body.

Kyouya brushed his body against hers, letting her feel the hot hardness of his muscles and she longed to touch.

"Please...sir?" she begged.

'But if you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.'


He smiled, how he loved his little games. His elegant fingers dipped low and she felt the soft tug before the slide of the toy as it left her body. One finger twirled through her wetness teasing the pearl there until she cried out sharply.

"Not until I say" he reminded her darkly, he touched his tongue to his glistening finger and sighed in appreciation. "You taste wonderful Haru" he commented,"Open your mouth."

She swallowed and obeyed, feeling the wet digit slick over her bottom lip. Her tongue slipped out to greet it and Kyouya groaned at the feeling. "Suck it" he commanded quietly and gently slipped his finger into her mouth.

Haruhi closed her lips around his finger, tasting her own wetness and his singular flavor. She twisted her tongue around him, moving her head to work his digit erotically.

Kyouya pulled his finger free from her sucking mouth and attacked her lips with his own, "So hot Haru" he breathed into her mouth.

His hand ghosted over her stomach to brush through the closely cropped brown curls, delighting in the slickness that crowned them. He slid his fingers back to tease against her opening once more. Tracing the rim of it, dipping just inside, pressing, teasing.

Haruhi bucked her hips trying to take him deeper. She needed to come, her body was on fire!

"Sir!" she wailed into the night.

"I didn't speak directly to you Haruhi" he pointed out.

His hand came down on the cheek her of bottom even as his fingers drove hard and deep into her.

She screamed his name then and he felt her clench around him.

His eyes lit with unseen triumph. "I will let you come Haru" he promised, "If you look into my eyes and ask for it. Beg for it."

She felt him tug at the blindfold and she blinked several times to adjust to the low light.

His dark eyes were staring down at her and she tilted her head back to meet that smoky gaze. She wanted to play this game with him.

'But if you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove'


"Please sir..." she whispered, licking her lips, "Let me come. Make me come..."

Kyouya kissed her hard and fast and nodded, slowly sinking to his knees before her. With a flick of his finger the pulse in her backside stopped. He pressed a soft bite to the slight swell of her stomach and his hands drifted over her thighs and hips, down to her calves and ankles,

He swiftly released the bar before lifting one slim leg up and onto his shoulder.

His mouth was level with her soaked core and she panted down at him, eyes bright in the dimness. Her body already slowly rocking towards him, his fingers splayed over the globes of her backside, "Watch me pleasure you Haruhi."

Her eyes locked on his as his tongue slithered through her folds like some wet, decadent serpent. The breath left her in a rush as she fought to keep her eyes on his. His mouth ate at her, worked her relentlessly.

That limber muscle sliding to tease her opening and then slipped up to dance around her pearl with heated pressure.

Her hips bucked mindlessly, "Ohhh.....ohh sir"

He growled against her core, "You can come this time Haru. Say my name when you do."

His mouth was erotically gentle as he drove her higher, her hands gripping tightly wishing she could feel the silky texture of his inky hair between her fingers. His fingers pressed into her bottom, squeezing, pulling her pert cheeks apart, massaging them as his tongue danced in conquest over quivering vibrantly pink flesh.

The pressure in her stomach was building, like some huge unseen spring, winding tighter and tighter, the waves coming closer and closer to shore.

Kyouya felt her walls flutter, her thigh trembled harshly against his cheek and he pressed his face closer, purring against her as he slowly slide two fingers into her heat.

She fractured like glass, a thousand shimmering pieces falling haphazardly. "Kk, Kyouya!!!"

Her walls clamped down on his finger hard and he pressed them deeper within her wiggling them to prolong her orgasm. He groaned against her thigh, feeling his own juices dribbled from the tip of his aching hardness.

Slowly he rose to his feet, pressing flesh wherever he could and holding her tight against him with one arm, he reached up and freed her with the other.

He gently rubbed the blood back into her limbs and then he gathered her into his arms and carried her to the large bed. Her panting whimpers had yet to subside completely.

He placed her in the center of the large, luxuriously draped bed and climbed up over the top of her. Her eyes were liquid soft as she stared up at him. Seeing him for perhaps the first time.

His eyes were unguarded, gentle, hot and hungry.

'That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is, what's the gravity of love'

She lifted her arms to him and he moved into them, drawing her close to his longer lean body and taking her mouth in a lazy kiss. Then his hands slid to her wrists, massaging them before pressing them to the pillows over her head, he held them there with one large hand.

The other moved between them to play in her wetness, "I will have you now Haruhi." he growled to her. Lining up with her entrance, the fat plum shaped head teasing through her wetness and then, he was pressing inside, slowly.

Both moaning at the feeling. Her for the stretching, delicious burn he brought. He for the hot wet fist that closed around his length.

Haruhi's eyes closed at the bliss of his touch and her legs drew up near his hips to get him deeper. Kyouya slid forward and hit bottom making her cry out softly. He remembered that her diary had stated that her time with Arai had been lacking and for the most part painful.

He would not have that. He backed off slightly, feeling his tip only light brush against her cervix. Contrary to what most men thought women, he found did NOT like it bludgeoned.

She shivered under him and he stroked the pulse point of her wrist as he slipped a hand beneath her, pulling her close and began to rock against her. Not even thrusting, just the short inflaming slide of the smallest hint of friction.

She whined against his ear and he bit softly on her throat his hips moving with more force now. Filling her with rough hard strokes that he controlled to keep penetration pleasure filled and then withdrawing so slowly it was maddening.

When her hips rocked against him, seeking more, he smiled and slid his hand from beneath her. Reaching to the side of the bed and finding the remaining remote. With a wicked grin, he flicked the switch even as he bit her nipple.

She screamed and arched sharply against him as the pulse began once more in her backside. Amplyfing the sweet slide of his stroke.

She slid her arms over his shoulders, burying her small hands in his dark hair. Moaning as he nipped along her throat, his hips grinding against hers.

Kyouya groaned at her tightness, the faint pulse that he felt through the thin wall of membrane. Her nails grazed his scalp and he pressed his lips to the underside of her ear, whispering dark, seductive things to her, feeling the echoing wetness against his flesh as he rode her.

He gathered her close and rose, falling backwards so that she rose over him, his length buried to the hilt in her small body. He panted at the sight of it. Grasping her hips he showed her how to ride him, his thumb moving to press into her folds to tease the pearl there.

She threw her head back and howled, her hips gyrating on him. His free hand rose to squeeze her breasts. He lifted his knees and forced her back against them, changing the angle of his penetration.

'The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love'

He linked their fingers together, lifting his hips to meet her as she rose and fell over him. THe lovely flush of impending orgasm rushing into her cheeks and chest.

He grasped her hips hard and stilled them, "Not until I say"

She whimpered and he pushed her back to the linens rising over her again for a single thrust before he rolled her to her side.

She moaned at the odd feeling of his length moving and shifting within her. He pulled from her panting. His dark hair sticking to his forehead in several places. She blinked in askance.

"Your knees" he commanded hotly, "I want you on them."

Haruhi rolled to her stomach, drawing her knees beneath her and rose on her hands and knees.

Kyouya draped himself over her small back plunging into her again, her mouth opening on a long, loud moan as he parted her flesh and made it his own. His hips snapped against hers.

Her hands fisted in the sheets in a white knuckle grip, her back bowing as she rocked back to meet his every thrust. Gods he was just too... good!

His hands slid over her sides, tousled her hair, his long fingers finding her heat once again as he stroked her pearl in time with his thrusts, "I ... uhn, I want you to come for me Haru" he rasped to her.

he drove into her hard, knocking her onto her elbows, once again changing his angle.

"Oh...Oh! Kyouya!"

Kyouya leaned low over her, curling his body around hers as he slapped against her bottom. His other hand stroked her cheeks, two fingers finding the seam of her lips and Haruhi lost in passion, opened her mouth, feeling him stroke against her tongue.

She sucked his fingers even as he stroked her inside and out.

She shook in his hold, her eyes squeezing shut. "Mmmm" she moaned around his fingers.

"Gods Haruhi" he panted, "You feel... so good."

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, trailing them between her shoulder blades and wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her upwards and flush to his chest.

He sank deep into her, his fingers stroking a furious tattoo on her nub. She threw her head back to rest in the cradle of his shoulder and came hard.

'Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice.'


"Oh go....d.... Oh! Ahhh ahhhh, Kyouya!"

He felt the scalding rush of her release and the tight lock of her body on his own, the fluttering of well sated walls. And his own body responded. With a gentle tug he removed the toy from her backside, flicking the switch and flinging it away.

The pressure that had been building in his lower back grew exponentially, and his sac tightened drawing close to to his body. He felt the hot surge as his seed began to move. His muscles locked and the only thing he could so was clutch at the tiny woman in his arms as he exploded into her depths with a roar of his own.

Haruhi felt his perfect teeth press into her shoulder and she raked her nails over his lean thighs as she came again. Her body weak and sated in his grasp.

Long minutes passed before Kyouya came back to himself. Haruhi had yet to come down from those starry plains. He lowered her to the linens, rolling to his side next to her and dragging her small form close.

One long arm slid beneath her head, one curled over her. He shoved a patch of blanket between her thighs and wedged his own between them as well. Then Kyouya, Shadow king of the host club closed his tired eyes and fell asleep.

He knew the others had points to prove now. But he really didn't want to let her go. Not even for a moment.

'O Fortuna velut Luna
O Fortuna velut Luna'