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Crave	By : darkdragonwriter Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4700 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could claim to be surrounded by pretty boys all day, I don't own the Host Club. Also, I don't get to enjoy the proceeds from their activities, either.

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Chapter Three: Kyouya
Kyouya began to clap immediately after Honey opened the door, giving Honey the feeling that he had been playing a video game and had reached the final boss.
"I've been expecting you for a while," Kyouya said; as usually, his notebook was in hand, a smirk on his features. "Pray tell, little Haninozuka, how on earth did you discover the location of the Ohtori second residence?"
Honey refused to answer the question, and snapped, "How did Kyou-kohai know that I was coming?"
"Fussy, aren't we Honey?" Kyouya replied, still smirking. "Not another craving, is it?"
A crisp slap sounded through the room; there was a clatter as Kyouya's notebook hit the ground, his left cheek reddening quickly. "Don't mock me! I am not a child!" Honey growled.
Kyouya's smirk remained in place. "You're acting like a child, Honey. And isn't my knack for sarcasm why you came to see me? Or is it indeed for something else?"
"How did you know that I was coming?" Honey asked again. He was not going to let Kyouya goad him into answering.
"Honestly? Tamaki. He called yesterday. Rather upset and bothered and chivalrous. You know what I mean, Honey. Pathetic. He was practically in tears, telling me about how he had slept with Honey-senpai and how he regretted it because you were fighting with Mori-senpai. Perceptive, isn't he, for someone so�clueless? My inquiry is to know why he hadn't bothered to think about the consequences of his actions before he acted in the first place."
Honey had stepped into the home by the time Kyouya had finished speaking, the brunette standing aside to give Honey room.
"You're worse than the Twins, Honey�taking advantage of Tamaki that way."
"What do you care?" Honey asked.
"I don't. It's just a rather interesting change in character. All of this because of a spat with Mori?"
Honey gritted his teeth. "What I need from you�"
"What you need," Kyouya interrupted, "is some well thought out advice. What you want from me, however�" Kyouya's eyes shone with superiority. "�is something entirely different." Taking a handkerchief from his front shirt pocket, he began polishing his glasses. "Which will you choose?"
Honey hated having to go through this; Kyouya's holier-than-thou mentality. But that was what he came to see Kyouya for, the harsh, cold truth.
Honey locked eyes with Kyouya, and began to unbutton his shirt. Kyouya raised an eyebrow. "Really? Interesting choice. Very well, Honey," Kyouya said, replacing his glasses and kerchief, beginning to unbutton his shirt as well.
"You didn't predict that decision, did you?" Honey spat, taking a step forward.
As though to counter him, Kyouya stepped back. "Not the case at all. It's just damaging, statistically, to dig yourself deeper into a hole than you can climb out of, if you'll pardon the metaphor. I expected�different from you, Honey, regardless of the numbers."
"Does that mean that you're disappointed?"
"Kyouya looked thoughtful. "�I reserve judgment for now." He flung his button-up to the side, taking another step back.
Honey pursued him, stepping forward and brushing hair from his eyes. "Ha! You always reach a conclusion about your subject."
Kyouya smirked again. "Conclusions and judgments are entirely different. If you want a conclusion of this situation, I have come to the notion that you really are worse than the Twins. Apparently, you've almost the right to be a whore, Honey." Honey ground his teeth. "Sleeping with Hikaru and Kaoru�I don't know how long you thought that was going to stay quiet�then Tamaki and you're adding me to the list? For what? To satisfy a craving that you cannot force the one person whom you love to quell? And do not delude yourself; Tamaki may care, but he loves you no more than the Twins do."
"Quiet," Honey snapped.
"No, Honey, I don't think that I shall. Who is next, Honey? Haruhi?" That word had been the last straw; Honey leapt upon the brunette with a force that drove both boys to the floor, the blond searching for an outlet to release his anger in a way wouldn't send Kyouya to the hospital with fatal injuries. And Honey found it in leaving rather deep scratches and bite marks on Kyouya's chest, the younger boy hissing in pain but determined to keep the smirk on his face. Honey regretted it immediately after�there were drops of blood everywhere: on Kyouya's chest, shoulders, on the same cheek that Honey had slapped earlier; on Honey's own fingers, in his mouth�but still, Kyouya had the audacity to begin laughing at him. "Are you done with your tantrum, Honey?" Kyouya asked, his voice still holding its haughty tone.
"You bastard," Honey said. Kyouya knew that he was irritating the blond, and Honey knew that he knew. He was doing it deliberately, but to what end? Kyouya didn't do anything without motivation, without an incentive. What was the prize here? What was Kyouya getting out of this? Looking down at Kyouya, he felt his blood boiling. He almost wanted to drag his nails across Kyouya's skin again; but having seen the result from his previous attack, he was reminded to keep himself in check. But he had to do something. Kyouya knew what Honey was here for and he had accepted it.
Kyouya looked at his own body, and then at the floor. "You certainly love to fight, don't you?"
Honey violently pressed his lips against Kyouya's. Part of him just wanted to shut the brunette up�even though Honey wanted the cold truth, to see plainly what he had done, Kyouya had a big mouth; he was unyielding. Attacking Kyouya further would solve nothing, but Honey himself was very petty. Kyouya's hands reached up to push him away; but this was where Honey asserted his superiority�not in words, not in calculations or numbers, but in strength. Honey restrained Kyouya mercilessly, holding his wrists and pushing them to the floor. Kyouya fought back a little, of course, but it was futile. Honey continued to kiss Kyouya, forcing his tongue between Kyouya's lips and taking the walls of Kyouya's mouth before he decided to pull away.
"What's the merit in this, Kyouya?" Honey rose, standing back up and leaving Kyouya amidst the mess on the floor.
Kyouya frowned, sitting himself up. "That is none of your business. You made your choice. It is not my job to validate your reasoning with my own." Honey bit his lip as Kyouya continued to stand, the blond trying to distract himself from Kyouya's humiliating comment. Focusing on this shirt instead of Kyouya, Honey began to loosen the rest of the buttons one by one.
Kyouya, on his feet by the time Honey had finished with his shirt, began walking toward an open hallway at the end of the room. Looking over his shoulder at Honey, he said, "The bed is this way." Honey tossed a shirt on the floor on top of Kyouya's, following the younger boy through the hallway and into one of the rooms. Kyouya held the door open for Honey�a small gesture, but one that Honey hadn't expected nonetheless�and closed it behind them.
The bedroom was rather large and lavish�the kind of the thing that the Ohtori family was known for. It appeared that it had been decorated in black and silver�a design Honey was sure had come from Kyouya himself. "A canopy bed," Honey said listlessly, identifying the style. "All for me?" he added, the joke sounding empty as it left his lips.
"If that is what you would like to think," Kyouya replied.
The exchange was forced; it was all cold and meaningless. Why, Honey wondered, is it so different? With Hikaru and Kaoru and Tamaki there was warmth, and even if it was wrong it had felt so good and satisfying. Kyouya just wasn't trying at all. Setting his jaw, Honey decided that he would make Kyouya try. "Take your clothes off now," Honey demanded, the authority growing on him as he spoke.
Kyouya seemed to see this, and rolled his eyes as he obeyed. When Honey had first gotten there, Kyouya had been dressed in a button up and trousers. But what was underneath the clothes? Honey wondered. What was behind Kyouya's mask of coldness? Turning toward Kyouya's bed, Honey stepped closer to it and ran his hand over the neatly arranged sheets. Silk. He should have expected nothing else from the Ohtori family. Hearing steps being taken, Honey turned just in time to see Kyouya stroll past him�naked�and sit on the edge of the bed, removing his glasses and placing them on a small bedside table not more than two feet from where Honey stood. In that instant, the blond could see that for all of Kyouya's compliance, the brunette still felt that he was in charge of this encounter. There was a moment of silence between them, with Honey and Kyouya just staring, Kyouya's wounds still showing against his pale skin. Honey moved forward first, pushing Kyouya back against the bed and crouching over him.
"You're not making this easy," Honey said frankly.
"I wasn't trying to," Kyouya replied. "You wanted to have your way with me, remember? Do I really need to do anything?" For the first time since making Honey angry at the door, Kyouya smirked.
Seeing someone else happy had never made Honey so angry in his life. "I hate you," Honey said back.
"Why, I wonder," Kyouya quipped. "�I don't satisfy your craving, Honey?"
"SHUT UP!" Honey shouted. "You're not even trying!"
"No, I'm not," Kyouya said again. "When you strip away the lust, the blind passion�is this not what you have?" Honey stared at Kyouya so hard he thought the younger boy would explode. Kyouya sighed. "Do you want me to try, Honey? Is that what you want?"
Honey was hesitant in answering. Kyouya's sigh had reminded him of Mori, how he had kept saying no even when Honey had expressed a need for him. But this wasn't Mori, he reminded himself. There were no feelings to hurt here. On the other hand, he didn't want to beg�and the idea of begging Kyouya was even more ridiculous. Unfortunately, it seemed that there was nothing else that he could do to make this any easier. "Yes," he answered quietly.
Moving away from Honey, Kyouya stood up again, clapping his hands softly. The lights went out. Honey was apprehensive in the dark, particularly with Ohtori Kyouya somewhere in it. "�Honey?" he heard a whisper in his ear, the most delicate tone he had ever heard coming from Kyouya's mouth. The blond felt a hand ease its way up his thigh, to the waistband of his pants. Honey didn't move; he could feel Kyouya's hot breath on his face, in his ear�the brunette was right in front of him, he was sure. Without warning, Kyouya kissed him, lips moving against Honey's in the way that the blond had wished for a few moments ago.
Is he really�? So happy that Kyouya was finally giving into him, Honey parted his lips, Kyouya's tongue slipping through to caress Honey's own. Kyouya's hand began loosening the older boy's pants, and Honey hastily wriggled out of them, pulling his undergarments down as well and letting both articles of clothing slip down to his ankles. Kyouya's hand slipped down to Honey's left hip, the other hand offering support to the small boy's back as they continued to embrace. Honey felt himself being pushed back by Kyouya. Following Kyouya's lead, Honey slowly leaned back�never breaking their kiss�and felt his spine touch something firm but soft. The mattress, Honey assumed. Honey felt soft, silky material brush against his skin and springy support underneath. Pulling away from Kyouya, Honey hoisted himself up onto the bed, moving away from the edge to leave room for. Climbing onto the bed behind him, Kyouya pinned Honey down beneath him, their bare bodies touching; the contact alone set Honey's skin on fire. Kyouya's lips seemed determined not to spend a moment away from Honey's skin; they began on his neck, moving down to his chest, to his waist and back again. Kyouya's touch alone was more than enough to arouse Honey, and the blond found himself containing sighs and moans, determined to show Kyouya his endurance. He could feel the organ between his legs throbbing, becoming harder with each passing second that Kyouya was touching him. It was a strange sensation to feel, knowing that the brunette was the one touching him; he couldn't see the other boy, though, and perhaps that made it easier to imagine him being as gentle as he was.
Oh so carefully, Kyouya began to massage the inside of Honey's thigh, arousing him further and tearing a deep breath and a moan from him. Kyouya looked vaguely surprised at the reaction he received, pausing for a moment before taking Honey's lips with his own again. It seemed that Kyouya's hands could work wonders. They knew when to caress his cheek; when to shift down to his thighs for a quick tease, and when to stroke Honey's arousal for deeper moans than Honey possessed the control to stop. Those pale, slender fingers knew when to retreat to Honey's back or when to reach down, deep, to that soft place within Honey for a small jolt to keep Honey on his toes.
"Kyouya�?" Honey called out, this time while nimble fingers were stretching his insides. But he received no answer from Kyouya. Honey's back arched as two fingers made a scissoring motion inside him to widen him up, one of the fingers prodding his soft spot and pulling another moan from Honey's throat. Honey turned over, pulling Kyouya with him and shifting uncomfortably. He was so hard he might burst if he waited any longer.
"Kyouya�" he said, unconsciously moving his small hand to his own manhood to help relieve himself a bit. He needed himself inside something or something inside of him as soon as possible. The brunette above him batted Honey's hands away, his own hands now on Honey's length and pumping hard, and at a slow, steady rhythm that made Honey moan and arch his back high. The blond twisted and writhed, fisting the sheets as Kyouya's talented hands brought him closer to breaking with each and every stroke of his shaft. "�Kyouya�" Honey panted again. He could feel the precum slipping from himself all over Kyouya's hands as he pumped. "Oh, God�" he arched his back again, reaching with a hand to grab a fistful of Kyouya's dark hair and pulling him down for a kiss, sharp, deep and demanding as Honey came closer and closer to the edge. Kyouya switched hands, pumping Honey now with his left as his free, sticky, precum-soaked hand inserted itself into Honey's entrance, coating the older boy's insides just a bit. Kyouya's finger pushed through to that soft, delicate spot that made Honey's vision go blank. "Oh�! Oh�" Honey's small body trembled with the anticipation of release. And then, suddenly, Honey could feel Kyouya's fingers pulling themselves out of him, his hand releasing its grip on his erection. Still blinded with the sensation of arousal, Honey moaned again, eyes shut as he tried to control his body.
"Get out, Honey."
It took only a moment for Honey to process his words, sure that he misheard. "What?"
"Get out of my room, get your clothes and then leave the premises immediately." Kyouya clapped his hands, and the lights of the room sharply lit, causing Honey to shield his eyes. Kyouya's weight left the bed, and when Honey opened his eyes, he could see Kyouya's frame reaching for his pants.
Honey began to panic, his arousal throbbing as it stood proudly, perpendicular to his body. He said again, "What?"
"I'm done with you," Kyouya said, the romantic tone his voice had previously had now gone. "I have no further interest in this scenario."
Honey's chest heaved with short, panicked breaths as he felt a sharp pain in his pelvic area. Reaching with frantic thoughts about the consequences, Honey began to pump himself once again. "�no�"
"I suggest you do that elsewhere, before I have to call the guards to put you out," Kyouya said, now through with adjusting his pants and looking directly at Honey. "Now, please, remove yourself from my bed before you soil my bedspread."
Beginning to regain his senses, Honey bellowed, "Kyouya, you son of a BITCH!" his voice cracked, though, and it didn't have the power behind it that he'd possessed before.
"Actually," Kyouya retorted, turning from Honey to rummage in the chest of drawers, "my mother and sister are the gentle spirits of my family."
The pain Honey had felt was growing sharper, spreading to consume his legs as well. The blond tried to stand on his own, but his legs were not stable at all, and the pain made it three times worse. It was a good thing, Honey supposed, that he was in pain; otherwise, Kyouya would be dead.
The brunette in question had found a new, crisp white shirt and had begun to put it on. "It isn't nice when someone essentially�fucks you over, is it? That is the phrase for it, right?" Even from behind, he could see Kyouya's face contorting�he was smiling.
"�bitch�" Honey muttered in a hiss, focusing on the pain that beginning to creep upward through his body and intensify.
"Well, Honey, you would be surprised about the percentage of people who think that of me. It's no bother to me, honestly. I'm sure you're wondering why things had come to this? I'm sure that the pain you're feeling now is not very pleasant, but I do believe it's what you deserve. Had I explained this to you when you had first arrived, there was a ninety-three percent chance that you would not have taken my words seriously and simply left. So, now that you cannot really bare to move, please pay attention."
"No," Honey said, painfully taking a deep breath and sliding off of the bed. The pain was there now, and no amount of masturbation would help. As he stood himself up, he leaned on the bed for support, trying to reach his pants on the floor.
"You don't really have a choice, Honey." Kyouya appeared to be cleaning his glasses again. "Mori really cares for you for some reason. The way that you've acted recently has been reckless. It's unforgivable. I am ninety seven percent sure that if you ask Mori if he has slept with anyone since your fight, he would say no. The fact that you believe he will openly care about you after finding out about the Twins and Tamaki is ludicrous. The chances of him taking you back are�very slim. I am sure you would not want to hear a number that small."
His pants loosely on his hips so as to not make the pain worse, Honey deliberately refused to respond to Kyouya, walking through agonizing pain to leave the room, leaning on everything insight to keep his balance. Kyouya followed him.
"Your cravings, as you put them to Tamaki, are not something that gives you license to run around sleeping with other people," Kyouya said. "You are one hundred percent wrong in this situation. Just so that you know, there is a car waiting outside for you."
Honey passed his shirt in the main hall before the front door. It wasn't important; Honey was in so much pain he wobbled with every step he took. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible. He was beginning to also feel sick to his stomach. When he did get himself to the door, he gripped it with a pale hand, trembling as he forced himself to pull the door open.
"�and Honey," Kyouya added, moving to the door as Honey stepped outside. "My judgment�is that Mori should never touch you again if that is that the thing you most desire." He knew that Kyouya was smiling. "Since you asked earlier." This outraged Honey so much that he turned around on the spot, cringing at the pain that followed. "And Honey�Tamaki belongs to me. Please attempt to remember that in the future."
Honey's chest swelled with a deep labored breath, and he tried to rush forward at Kyouya�but the door closed in his face and Honey fell to the ground, legs no longer able to support himself, the pain mind-numbing.
"�fuck you, Kyouya."
And Honey sat there, on the stoop of the Ohtori second residence, mind fading as he thought about the cold, hard truth.

A/N: So many things about this story. I still haven't had this beta'd, but I've gone back to correct some things in it. In any case, a funny note about Honey's condition at the end: ah�ladies�really, seriously, don't ever to that to a guy. This is a "Don't try this one at home" moment. It's actually a real condition, called "Blue balls", and scientifically it's caused when a guy "works" himself to a certain point but can't release. It cuts off oxygen to the balls, and it can seriously lead to worse medical conditions, including but not limited to getting a hernia and becoming sterile.
I assure you that Honey won't have to go to the hospital for this, but please, don't attempt to replicate this scenario�I wouldn't even suggest it with someone you don't like because of the health risks.
*queues music* So now you know�
"I will return, for I am the darkness�"
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