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Why?	By : Anestshia Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 2040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Kyoya shuddered as the powerful body under his own surged up once again, almost throwing his balance off when that monster of a length slammed right into his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. His hands scrambled at Mori’s shoulders then, searching for anything to ground himself as he shuddered from the overwhelming feelings. “Shit Mori… give me some warning next time.”
“Che.” Mori just shook his head then, gripping the slim hips above his over as he slammed up again, groaning low in his throat from the tight heat around him. “You were going to slow.” He reached up then, wrapping one of his hands around Kyoya’s slim neck and squeezing in warning. “We were almost caught last time.” He thrust his hips up once again, licking his lips when the movement pulled another delicious sound from the man above him. “Just ride me before they get suspicious again.”
“Fucking bastard.” Kyoya gripped hard at the other mans short hair then, biting his lip as he pushed his hips down, his eyes almost rolling back from the overly full feeling. Fuck if Mori didn’t get bigger when he rode him. If being taken from behind was his favorite position, being ridden was Mori’s. He yanked hard on the short strands in his hand, leaning down to give the other man a biting kiss. “Acting like you don’t need it just as much as me.” He had traces of blood on his lips when he pulled back, his tongue flicking out almost unconsciously to lick them up. They were going to have to make up a story about a fight again the way they were going.
Mori’s hands gripped harder at Kyoya’s hips then, his blunt nails digging deep bruises into the pale flesh. “Never said that.” He shot back, closing his eyes as he met each and every sharp movement, burying himself to the hilt into the other man’s body. He kept pushing, stifling a moan as he tried to get deeper inside, tried to thrust farther then was possible. He couldn’t help it, he just really couldn’t. Kyoya likes how he treated him; he liked being used like he was nothing but a sex toy so who was he to deny him? “Just shut up and ride me.”
Kyoya let out a sardonic laugh then, shuddering as he moved harder and faster, taking Mori’s length in as deep as he could go even when the biting pain shot through his body. Shit… he loved this. “Ahhh!” His hands moved down, scratching at the other mans chest when that single exclamation caused Mori to tighten the hand around his neck, cutting off his air supply once again. One of his hands reached up to scratch at that hand instead, his eyes rolling back as he moaned from the feelings. His hips never stopped moving, his body pressing down against Mori’s almost desperately as the oxygen depravation sent him spiraling towards a mind numbing orgasm.
Mori couldn’t force himself to release his hold on the other man’s neck, his eyes halfway open as he looked up at Kyoya, just taking in his nearly debauched appearance. He loved how he looked right before orgasm, so lost in sensation that he didn’t even try to control his appearance. The hand still on his hip slid up, his wrapping around the straining length that bobbed each and every time the slim man rocked above him. He just let his hand fall back as he started to stroke, moaning out his pleasure as his hips twitched up, burying himself over and over again.
Kyoya couldn’t hold back after that, shuddering as he pressed down only a couple more times, his nails digging deep, leaving bright red scratches as his body tensed right on the edge of orgasm. The next thrust sent him over the edge, a deep moan escaping him even through the restricting hand around his throat. He trembled as he spilled his essence over the stroking hand, his eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure that took over his senses.
Mori came at almost the same moment Kyoya did, his body jerking up to bury his twitching length as deep as he could in the other man’s entrance. His own moan overlapped Kyoya’s sweet sound of release, his seed pumping deep inside the willing body still straddling his own. He barely caught Kyoya when he fell, cursing internally when he saw him passed out and bruises forming around his neck. This… was going to take a hell of a lot of explaining, Kyoya looked like he’d just gotten into a rough fight or… well, had raunchy sex.
“We’re so fucked if you’re seen like this.” He sighed then, laying the smaller body to the side before pulling back with a soft grimace. He was still too damned sensitive to be moving like that already. Kyoya had been damned right around him, making him even more sensitive then he normally would be. “Wake up.” He shook the other man gently, not wanting to jar him too much but wanting him to wake up before someone came looking for them again. He’d barely gotten out of the room last time before Hunny had been right there, looking far too suspicious. “Fuck, come on Kyoya.”
But he still didn’t wake up.
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When Kyoya’s eyes fluttered open, he was shocked to see almost the entire host club gathered around his bed, looking down at him like he had almost just died, not just passed out because of being strangled. He swallowed before sitting up, his head still spinning a bit as he looked around. “Wh… what are you all… doing here?”
“Man, Mori said he found you after a fight.”
“Yeah, another one, what the hell has gotten into you? Aren’t you the calm one of the group?” Kaoru finished his brother’s thought, pointing at Kyoya with a frown. “You could have gotten really hurt, what are you thinking? You’re all bruised up, your lip’s even split, how are you supposed to show your face at the club?”
“Damn! We don’t need to be worried about the club right now you guys!” Tamaki was the one to cut off the speech, sighing as he rubbed his forehead. “Aren’t any of you wondering who keeps doing this to him? We need to figure out who’s beating him up every week, it has to be stopped!”
“This isn’t high school anymore, Tamaki.” Mori said it almost too softly to be heard but he made his point. They had grown up, things were different in the real world then they were in the sheltered reality of high school.
“I guess not…” Tamaki sighed as he said it, looking down at the wide eyed Kyoya. He was tempted to touch him but Kyoya never really reacted well to public displays of affection.
“Even if we’ve changed venues, that doesn’t mean we can let this slide. Someone’s still hurting him!” Just because they all worked in a real host club now, it didn’t mean someone could get away with beating up one of the hosts. They definitely wouldn’t get off scott free! It all made Kaoru’s blood boil in his veins. “Unless you’re covering for someone.” He looked pointedly at Tamaki then, crossing his arms over his chest. “He is in a relationship, isn’t he?”
Kyoya jerked at that statement, standing up and holding his arms out between the two men, if a bit shakily. “You did not just accuse Tamaki of this! Just because I don’t tell you who it is doesn’t mean it’s him. What the hell are you thinking?” His breath was catching in his throat again but for an entirely different reason than it had earlier that day. His heart was beating too fast, his hands shaking as he looked between Tamaki and Kaoru. No, there was nothing good about this. This was pure panic… if he didn’t dispel the notion soon; him and Mori might just be outed to save the group. Kaoru had already threatened to leave when there was drama before and they didn’t want anyone to leave, the club relied on them all. “It’s not him, he hasn’t done anything.”
“Then why don’t you tell us who it is so we don’t have to place the blame!” Hikaru countered, spinning Kyoya to look at him. “Tell us who choked you so much that you passed out and had to be carried here, why can’t you do that?”
Kyoya just shook his head then, looking to the side and crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my problem to deal with, why can’t you all just leave it at that?”
“Because you’re hurt, that’s why!” Hikaru was getting as worked up as his brother now, stepping up beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. “You barely get rid of the bruises before you have them again and you expect us not to conclude you’re being abused by someone? What else are we supposed to think?”
Kyoya sighed again then, reaching up to push his hair back irritably. “Trust me; it is not Tamaki that’s committing an indiscretion in this relationship so, just drop it.”
“What?” Tamaki tilted Kyoya’s head up then, looking down at him with worried eyes. He hated seeing him hurt but he hated being left out of the loop more. Kyoya wouldn’t even tell him who was hurting him… shouldn’t he at least tell his lover? “What are you talking about?”
Kyoya just jerked away, sighing as he sat down on the bed. Fuck, if the sex was going to cause them this many problems, maybe they should just tell them. He shook his head then, pushing his hands through his hair again. They couldn’t do that… their reactions would just be a hundred times worse with them having hidden it so long already They definitely couldn’t risk it or their world would break apart in pieces. They just couldn’t let anyone know until they were done with each other. “Nothing. Can you all just leave me alone? I have a monster headache now.”
Most of them hesitated, only Hunny leaving right away when Kyoya asked for them too. No one noticed his sidelong glance or the look that he gave Mori… maybe they would have been a bit more suspicious if they had. Tamaki hurriedly got everyone out after that, sighing before he sat down on the bed beside Kyoya, his fingers tracing so softly over his injured neck. “You know… I’m not leaving. I won’t leave you alone when you’re hurt like this.”
Kyoya just shook his head then, scooting back farther on the bed as he watched Tamaki. “I’m fine really… I just need some sleep.” He was worried if Tamaki looked too close, he might get depressed… he always seemed to go off the deep end whenever something even remotely was wrong with him. “You don’t have to stay here…”
Tamaki just shook his head then, moving forward again and pulling Kyoya into a soft kiss. He had always thought himself a smart guy but he really didn’t know how dense he was being at that moment. He should have figured out the other man was lying long ago but he’d never really been all that good at it. “You really can’t think that I can leave… what kind of boyfriend would I be?”
Kyoya just sighed at the soft kiss, his hands settling softly on Tamaki’s knees. He didn’t want to give this up… he knew that wanting to have both of them would bite him in the ass sooner or later but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but be selfish like this. Tamaki gave him the soft, loving feelings he needed and Mori gave him the harsh, masochistic ones. How could he give either of those up? “I…” He sighed then, biting his lip a bit. “I know you won’t leave… just… please leave me alone about this.” He murmured, gesturing to the dark bruises on his neck.
Tamaki nodded softly then, pulling Kyoya forward into a warm hug before pushing him back so that he laid on the bed. “Ok, I won’t ask anymore.” He murmured, leaning down to press soft kisses to the bruises circling the other man’s neck. “Just let me make you feel better, ok?” He settled his body carefully over the other’s then, resting in the familiar cradle of his pelvis. They had been in this position so many times before. “Just lay back and let me do this for you.”
Kyoya sighed softly then, letting his head fall back when he felt Tamaki’s warm, soft lips on the slightly aching skin. His neck was a sensitive point all around, how could he get annoyed with him still being there when he was playing with his neck like that? “You know… you don’t have to do that.” He whispered, swallowing thickly as he looked up at the other man. “You just being here is enough.”
“Maybe for you but not for me.” Tamaki murmured, his hands sliding up his lovers sides, pushing the shirt up that was in his way. He saw the bruises on his torso but ignored them, blindly believing that they were also from the same fight that had left the bruises around his neck. “I need to make sure you’re still ok; touching you like this… it will help us both.”
Kyoya put up a token struggle before just sighing and giving into the touches, returning the soft kisses that the other man gave him so freely. He wasn’t thinking straight, not even trying to stop the blonde’s removal of his pants, his body already reacting in an instinctive way to the soft but sexual touches that he was receiving. It was only when the other man’s hand slid down the back of his boxers, making a beeline for his entrance that he was jarred back into reality.
Mori had just fucked him.
He hadn’t even focused long enough to clean himself out.
He was so fucked.
He jerked back, pushing at Tamaki, flailing a bit as he tried to stop the man from pushing a finger into his body, knowing exactly what he would find there. “Tamaki! Stop!” Everything seemed to move in slow motion before stopping… but the damage was done. It was already too late.
Tamaki jerked back, not quite taking in everything that was going on. He could only seem to put together scattered thoughts that revolved around Kyoya. Kyoya… with bruises… most around erogenous areas… passed out… loose entrance… He was shaking as he pulled his hand out of the other mans boxers, just looking down at the sticky, white substance on his fingers. “What…” It couldn’t be… was it… cum… someone else’s semen was inside his lover’s body!
Kyoya watched the blonde with wide eyes, pressing himself back against the headboard. He was shaking so hard and he knew that he’d been busted… that nothing would be the same after this. “Tama… you… you don’t understand…” He raised his hands in a surrendering pose, not wanting to look like he was fighting against Tamaki. “I... I can explain.”
Tamaki just looked up at him, his entire body shocked by what he was seeing, his mind roiling in confusion that was slowly turning to anger. “Explain?” He pushed his hand forward, making Kyoya jerk back against the headboard. “You have another fucking guy’s cum inside you! How do you fucking explain that?!” He switched from confusion to anger in mere seconds, jerking Kyoya forward by his hair with a sneer. “What the hell have you been doing?!”
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AN: Ok, so this story was supposed to be a oneshot but for some reason I felt like continuing it so… here we are.
I tried to set up the scene a bit more here. They are not in high school in this story, they are working at a host club that is owned by one of the members but that will be explained later.
Haruhi is not in this story… she might have a cameo but she won’t be a huge part of it.
This story is going to have a lot of angst because… I’m an angst whore and I think, over all, that this fandom has too much happiness in it. Seriously, they’re hosts. Isn’t there always angst with host clubs?
Anyway, I don’t know how long it will be but I think it will be much fun and *giggles* you all will never guess the final pairings *smiles sweetly* * looks innocent*
Well, I hope you all like what my mind came up with while I was sick! Have fun reading!
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