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Recover	By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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
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Recover

Ch. 4

Haruhi stood at the threshold of the intimidating Ootori residence. She shifted her bag on her shoulder.

“My dad really said he was cool with this?” She asked Kyoya.

Kyoya turned from where he had been speaking with a servant. “Of course, he did. When I reassured him you would be spending time with myself or Honey and Mori and not with Tamaki, he was fine. He said it would be good for you to get out of the apartment and relax.”

Haruhi sighed and stepped through the looming doorway and walked awkwardly to Kyoya’s side. “And you didn’t… tell him anything?” Haruhi looked at the floor.

Kyoya stilled. “No, I didn’t. It's for you to tell him, and I think you should.” Haruhi looked up at him sharply and he continued. “But he won’t be hearing it from me.”

Haruhi looked relieved.

“Now then,” Kyoya gestured to the stairs. “Let me show you your suite.”

Haruhi followed Kyoya, trying to pay attention to the turns they took in case she needed to backtrack her way out of the house.

“You are welcome to stay as long as you need to.” Kyoya said as they turned down another hall. “My family will be gone for several more days at least. That should be enough time to deal with the… unpleasantness. After my family returns you certainly can visit with us for longer, but my father will require an explanation. I’m not sure that's something you want. Ah, here were are.”

Kyoya opened a thick oak door that looked heavy but rotated silently on its hinges. “If there is anything you need just let someone know.” He nodded to the right. “My door is three down if you should need me. It's the one next to the picture of the woman with a green dress on. Or you can just call my phone.” Kyoya looked at his watch. “I’ll just let you get settled. Does that sound alright?”

Haruhi nodded. “Thank you, Senpai.”

He turned and walked back in the direction they had come from and Haruhi ducked into the fanciest set of rooms she had ever stayed in. The bed was huge and so soft she wasn’t sure she would be able to get out of it once she laid down. There was a sitting area and a small area to have tea or a meal. A door led out onto a sun-dappled balcony that looked out over a garden. She leaned over the worked-metal railing and drew in a breath perfumed with flowers. The knot that had been holding hard and tight in her gut ever since she was kidnapped seemed to loosen just a little. Her eyes wandered and she noticed cameras watching the fence and the doors. None appeared to be pointing at windows or the balconies. Security and privacy sounded like a perfect combination right now. Haruhi had no doubt that man, Satou, would be found. Hopefully, he wouldn’t cause any trouble before he was tracked down. Haruhi knew it wasn’t just Ritsu’s people and Kyoya’s family police looking for him now. Tamaki had hired detectives. Honey and Mori had been in contact with mysterious people. The Hitachiin family had called in some favors. Satou would not be free for long. Haruhi tried not to think about what would happen to him when he was finally found.

Haruhi pressed her fingers to her eyes. They felt hot, like she should be crying, but they were dry. She still felt tired and numb. She had spent that night in the hospital and hadn’t slept much. She had showered at least three or four times in the little white-tiled bathroom. They had been nice hot ones with lots of soap. She had finally gotten the feel of him off her skin and the sting from the soap on some of the bite-marks had left her wincing but happy to be feeling anything.

Kyoya seemed to be in charge of taking care of her. Tamaki seemed to be in charge of taking care of the twins. Mori and Honey seemed to be helping out wherever they were needed. Tamaki had been there when Hikaru and Kaoru had told their parents some of what had happened. They couldn’t bear to tell all of it. Tamaki had been included in the supportive group hugging afterward. The best trauma therapist in the country would be making regular house-calls.

They had tried to get Haruhi to see him as well, but she just couldn’t say yes. Maybe eventually that would be something that would be alright. Right now she just wanted to get her head straight without some doctor poking at it and telling her she wasn’t a “victim” she was a “survivor”. She hoped he could help Hikaru and Kaoru, though. She had barely had a chance to say two words to them before she left the hospital and those had been awkward. She knew she was eventually going to have to talk to them and make sure everything was okay between the three of them. Haruhi thought it would be best to give them some time with their therapist first.

Haruhi stretched and left the sunshine to find out just how soft that bed actually was. She would just relax for a few minutes and then she would get busy putting her stuff away. Several hours later, Kyoya looked down at the young woman sleeping deeply on top of the coverlet. He had come to tell her dinner was ready. He tugged a soft cotton blanket from the foot of the bed and tucked it carefully around her. She murmured and rolled to her side then settled again. Her hair fell to the side, showing the long column of her throat and the half-moon of teeth marks marring it. Kyoya stood for a moment, watching her. He turned and strode from the room. Perhaps some more officers needed to be devoted to catching that rat-bastard. Definitely.

A few days passed without incident. Haruhi’s marks hadn’t bruised badly and were fading quickly. A person had to look closely to see them for what they were. Unfortunately, they still hadn’t tracked down Satou. They had been close a few times, but he had slipped away. He certainly was too busy evading capture to be able to concentrate on finding Haruhi. The activities that had been tracked so far indicated he was desperately trying to flee the country. The man who had hired him for the job had been found barely alive in his bed, with an array of body parts missing. He hadn’t lasted long. The boss who had taken his place seemed very interested in helping however she could in Satou’s capture. His contacts and people he had called friends were no help, as well. If the bounty on his head didn’t interest them, the pressure from very important people above did. Satou had thought he would be able to slip away, track down that tasty chick he hadn’t finished with, and have a day or two to play with her before he bought a fake passport and hopped a plane to a better life. He now had no access to the people who could have gotten him a passport and all his bank accounts were inaccessible no matter which of his aliases they were under. He knew what would happen to him if he were caught. The question was how long they would keep him alive and how creatively they would fill that time. Satou had worked a few jobs where those sorts of creative acts had been called for. It had been fun then. Now he wished he had never taken those jobs. He wished he didn’t know precisely what might be waiting for him when he was caught. He shook his head hard. If. If he was caught. Not when. He tucked his sunglasses tighter on his face and hunched his shoulders as he blended with the crowd.

Haruhi stretched and patted her tummy in satisfaction. She could get used to breakfasts around here. Her pain on the first day had subsided into sore aches, but today she didn’t hurt at all. Her only discomfort was the tight ball of tension that still sat inside her. Even that was better than it had been, but it wasn’t going away as quickly as she had thought it would. She thought a little time soaking in the monstrous tub might let her relax and keep her mind off things she didn't want to think about. When he mind started flashing to things she didn't want she would swallow the memories and thoughts back. She had gotten pretty good at it. She could imagine the old TV in her apartment when it wasn't working right. The badness could be swallowed in static. It shushed invitingly and drowned the image of Satou's eyes stroking over her with soft affection as he had dug his fingers into her flesh and set his teeth into her skin.

In her bath, she rested in the steaming water and looked at herself. She looked normal, but she didn't feel that way. She ran the soft washcloth over her arms, feeling the warmth drag along her skin. They felt normal to the touch. She pushed the dripping fabric over a knee poking out of the water like an island. Her skin actually felt kind of nice, the hot water had banished her lingering aches. Haruhi sunk lower in the water and rubbed down one leg and across her ticklish feet and toes. Then up the other leg, past the knee and up her thigh. She paused as she reached the top of her thigh. She skipped over that sensitive area and ran the washcloth slowly over her tummy and up to her ribs. She bit her lip as the back of her hand grazed the underside of her breast. She closed her eyes as she drew the cloth up and over her breast.

Haruhi scooted lower in the water until just the tips of her breasts showed above the surface of the water. Her breath left her on a sigh and blew a chill across their wet surface causing them to tighten. Haruhi lifted her hand from the water and hesitantly drew a finger across the pebbled tip. The moist heat tingled across her chilled nipple and left her squirming in pleasure. Her other hand mirrored the first, stroking her damp skin. She cupped her breasts and squeezed tight and tighter. She groaned as she brought herself to the edge of pain, then backed off. It was a delicious sensation. Haruhi wanted more. She needed something more.

She held a nipple between her middle finger and her thumb and rolled it slowly. She paused and bit her lip. She felt a tingle of shame or embarrassment but shook it off. She shifted her hold to point the tips of her fingers inward. Haruhi increased the pressure of her hold until she felt the sting of her nails digging into her nipple. Her left hand did the same on the other side leaving her gasping with pain and pleasure. She released her right nipple and placed the pad of her thumb tightly over the tip and nail of her middle finger, making an o-shape. She pushed her finger then released her thumb. The tip of her finger snapped out, flicking hard across her nipple. Haruhi bucked an moaned. That had almost been too much. Her nipple throbbed in such a way she thought it would be pretty sore later. But the sensations left her throbbing between her thighs, and not in pain. Haruhi stroked her breasts soothingly and slid them down her ribs and tummy. She hesitated at her soft short curls, then plunged her hand down and pressed it tightly against herself. She stifled a moan as he hips lifted to increase the touch even more.

Haruhi's eyes slid closed as she focused on the feelings bubbling up hot inside her. It left her ears buzzing as she parted her nether-lips and dipped a finger inside and gasped. The water was different than the wetness inside her. Inside her had a slickness that made it easy to exert just a little pressure and push a finger and then two inside herself. She didn't notice the splash as she kicked one leg up over the edge of the tub, leaving her open and exposed under the warm water. The cool air on her warm damp skin made her shiver. She pumped two fingers of one hand in and out as the fingers on her other hand tickled and stroked the folds around her opening. A sweeping caress caught the nub hidden above her thrusting fingers and she felt the muscles inside her clench her fingers in pleasure. She stroked the nub again, touching it gently through the hood protecting it.

Haruhi found a stroking rhythm not directly on her clit produced a deep pleasure that seemed to slowly fill her up with a tingling heat. The fingers thrusting inside her lost their rhythm as her body jerked and her back arched. She shoved them inside her as far as she could as that lost drop of fire filled her and spilled over. Haruhi's body tightened as her orgasm rolled over her. She pulled her fingers from inside her but kept stroking her clit. Her free hand found her breast and squeezed tight, making her orgasm spark brighter.

She came down slowly, breathing hard. She held the feeling to her as long as she could, trying not the think, just feel. A stinging pain brought her back to herself. Her eyes cracked open. Her hand had been so tight, it hurt a little to relax it. She opened her fingers and laid them against the lip of the tub, steadying herself so she could sit up a little. The source of the burning sting were a set of nail marks in her flesh next to her breast. As she watched, a tiny drop of blood welled and slipped free. It tracked down her chest to hit the warm water, dissipating with a swirl of crimson.

Haruhi sucked in a shuddering breath and pulled her knees to her chest. Her arms wrapped around them and she pressed her forehead to her knees. Her eyes burned with tears she fought to keep inside. She didn't move when she felt something warm and fluffy drape across her shoulders. She didn't register the metallic click behind her or the sound of water chugging down the drain. The water didn't go down fast enough to keep the bottom half of the towel dry. It darkened quickly as it absorbed what it could until the water disappeared. A hand pressed against her shoulder, urging her from the ball she had curled herself into. She blinked but didn't fight as she was lifted, naked and dripping from the deep tub. The towel somehow stayed on her shoulders, the wet edges slapping the cold porcelain tub edge as she was pulled to a warm chest.

She blinked and it took her a moment to focus on dark hair and dark eyes, a familiar face. She closed them again.

“Kyoya-senpai.” She rested her forehead on the front of his shirt. “What are you doing?”

Kyoya tucked the towel more securely around her. “I came in to find out your plans for the day. I heard noises in here. A splash and it sounded like you were... distressed.” He shifted and Haruhi shivered at a cold draft. When he pulled her closer to his warmth, she felt something long and hard pressing against her stomach. He didn't pull away. “Perhaps I should have left when I saw you didn't require any assistance, but for some reason I had trouble tearing myself away from the intriguing sight I stumbled upon.”

Haruhi bit her lip and focused on the young man holding her. His clothing was dampening where it touched her skin and the towel was dripping on his shoes. She frowned. “You're getting all wet, Senpai.” She tried to pull away from him.

“I find,” he paused as he swept an arm under her knees, lifting her easily, “that I don't really fucking care at all.”

Kyoya waited for Haruhi to object to being carried. Her demands that he put her down didn't come. She lay passive in his arms. That alarmed him more than the blood she smeared on the front of his shirt as he held her to him. God, she was light.

His knees bumped the edge of her bed. He leaned over to flick the covers aside and laid her gently in the middle of the bed, tossing the wet towel onto the floor. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he flung the towel aside. When Kyoya slid in beside her, she snuggled into his warmth. Kyoya reached over and pulled the soft comforter over them. As he rested back against the pillows, Haruhi tried to slide her arm into a more comfortable position. She was surprised when she accidentally bumped his still-noticeable erection. She pulled her hand back as though burned, then hesitantly put it back where it had been. His cock jerked under her touch.

“What are you doing, Haruhi?” Kyoya's oh-so-reasonable voice rumbled on her cheek against his chest.

Haruhi was quiet for so long Kyoya thought she wouldn't answer. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “If you wanted to... to do things to me, it would be ok.” Her voice was quiet. “I would let you, Senpai.”

“I didn't lie down with you to try to pressure you into anything, Haruhi.” He tilted her chin up to look at him.

Haruhi's eyes slid her gaze from his, though she didn't move her head. It flicked back to him when his fingertip booped her nose.

“I believe an important question is, are there 'things' you want me to want to do to you?” His eyes were serious but patient as they held hers.

Her voice froze in her throat. Did she? Did she want him to touch her? Touch her the places she had touched herself? She thought of the stinging marks on her chest and her tender breasts and nipples. Did she want him to touch her like that? She imagined his long fingers caressing her gently and it stirred her arousal. When she imagined his touches turning harsh and cruel as she had treated herself, things low in her belly clenched and she felt wetness between her thighs. She realized she would have let him do anything to her and not objected. Haruhi smothered a flicker of fear and shame when honesty forced her to admit to herself that she wouldn't just let him do anything, she wanted him to. It was a pulling need. The need wasn't pulling her in a direction of warm fuzzies, either. Her body wasn't clamoring for gentle love-making. She would accept hugs and cuddles from Kyoya, but that wasn't what her body was burning for.

As she had huddled in the cooling tub-water she had been fighting shame and horror. She had been unsure of what had happened, but she had liked it. Liked it very much. When she had come it was like she could breath again. A weight had lifted from her and the painful knot in her chest unraveled. She hadn't really felt happy, it was more that she hadn't felt much of anything at all. Like all of her had been submerged in that static she imagined when she was fighting off memories and thoughts that were trying to pull her in. The light numbness had been so wonderful, but it hadn't lasted. Her brain caught up with her, and it hadn't been pleasant. Her mind had sharpened and she was horrified. What was wrong with her? When she had been... her mind stumbled back from the word “rape”. When those things had happened to her it had been bad and wrong and she hadn't wanted it, right? She thought that it would be a long time before she felt any kind of desire. When she imagined herself getting over what had happened she thought it would be a long slow process, that over time she would work herself up to feeling sexual desire again.

What sort of person would come back from what she had and not be able to keep herself from jerking-off in someone else's bathroom? Was she some sort of whore? As she had curled in on herself, not hearing Kyoya walk up and stand over her, she had wondered if maybe those men in that warehouse had seen something inside her she didn't know was there. Even if that was the case, what they had done was terrible and wrong. And the things they had done to Hikaru and Kaoru, the things they had forced them to do... Those men had been filthy criminal bastards. Maybe she wanted and deserved something that would be seen as awful by normal people, but that was hers to give not theirs to take. Maybe her desires were... more than a little off, but they were hers and she was sick of pain and shame. She had been walking around like Satou was hiding in every closet waiting to victimize her again.

Her mind skittered away from thinking of the things Satou had done and said. Did she desire those things? No. No, absolutely not. That was too far, too extreme even for whatever she was. The idea of Kyoya hurting her like that turned her stomach. Definitely not anything that sparked her desire. Maybe she wasn't a total nutcase. But other things, things that involved no teeth and a more reasonable level of pain were a different matter.

As Haruhi looked at Kyoya, waiting for her answer, she made a decision. She pushed back her shame. Before she had been kidnapped, sex and lust hadn't been wicked things. When she had given Tamaki a hard time for being into kinky bondage she had just been teasing him and making it clear she wasn't going to be playing those kinds of games with him. She didn't actually think that sort of thing was evil or wrong as long as everyone involved was having a good time. Maybe Tamaki had seen something in her too. Had she been wrong to push his not-so-subtle invitation away? Kyoya had invited her to tell him what she really wanted. Would he be disgusted if she told him the things she could imagine him doing to her? He hadn't seemed horrified by the bloody scratches next to her breast or the red marks that were fading from when she had pulled and squeezed her own nipples and breasts. He had heard the things the men had done to her and the twins. He had seen the aftermath when he and the others had swept in for the rescue. Still, he was here with a tent in his pants and understanding in his eyes. Maybe telling him wasn't so great of a risk.

Did she want him to do “things” to her, want him to want it too?

Her fingers squeezed his cock. “Yes. Please.”
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