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It's Just Good Business	By : Desert_Mango Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 13254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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A/N: Thank you AKimiB for your second review! To my latest and newest reviewer Anon, this chapter is for you!
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Chapter Four: ""Shouldering Responsibilities."
“Oh gods Tamaki – That feels so good!”
Those long, pianist’s fingers danced over Leena’s sex with practiced ease; stimulating that wet, swollen flesh. Sitting between his legs, she squirmed against that touch, earning herself a low growl of arousal from him.
“You’re beautiful when you come undone.” His velvet voice whispered against her ear, sending shivers of delight down her spine. “Utterly breath-taking, my Princess.”
Her head tipped back in bliss, a shameless moan falling from her lips. His touch felt like fire, burning through every cell in her body. Fuelled on by his words her desire continued to grow, pooling in her stomach; making her vision dance and her toes curl. It would not take her much longer; with the rate he was going.
Tamaki matched that moan with his own lower one, gritting his teeth against the friction she provided with her constant shifting. Never mind her; he didn’t know how much longer he was going to have!
Moving down slightly over her core, he rubbed her entrance with two slickened fingers; catching her soft scream with his lips. Curling those digits slightly, he slipped them inside her, pumping her with an easy, steady rhythm; working towards finding that sweet spot he knew would push her over.
With a sharp gasp she broke their kiss, a deep shudder rolled down her back. Unable to do little else she panted his name in warning; giving in to the wanton, lust-filled moan that fell from her lips as he buried his lips against the side of her neck.
He was not waiting long before Leena went over; wave after wave of pleasure crashing down upon her taunt, teased body. He stayed with her, riding out that powerful orgasm, his soft words of encouragement ensuring she could be completely satisfied. After all, a thoroughly satisfied guest was the sign of a good Host. When it came to hosting, Tamaki was the best.
“Wow.” Leena’s voice was strained, coming out between gentle pants and purrs as she attempted to regain her breathing. “Tamaki, that was –“
“Shh.” He soothed softly, withdrawing his fingers with a gentle, fluid motion. “You don’t have to say anything, my darling. The pleasure that you’ve just given me is gratitude enough.”
“Oh, Tamaki,” She cooed, once again bringing her head to rest against his shoulder. “How are you always so perfect?”
His chuckle was light and musical. “I’m perfect because that’s what you expect me to be, my little lamb.”
The words dripped like honey from his tongue; her sigh of adoration his reward. This, right here, was his greatest ability. To romance with silken words on a velvet voice. The very skill that the foundation his precious Host Club had been built upon. A skill that to this day, was still unmatched by anyone else at Ouran Academy.
The gentle chime of the room’s clock brought reality back to him. Their time was at an end. An unseen sense of relief moved quickly over his features. While it was quite evident that he had fulfilled all of Leena’s expectations; he was feeling rather small and empty. Was he not deserving of some gratification also; despite what he’d said earlier to her? Pushing away that train of thought, he answered her question in regards to where she could freshen up; and directed her to the club’s available bathroom.
It was clear to him, as he walked away, that a sort of nervousness had settled over her. Whatever magic had held them together in such an intimate moment was gone. Tamaki felt a small part of his pride waiver, and he did not hold back the frown. What part of this session had brought this out in her? Mentally he began playing it all back; right to the moment she first walked through the door.
She had been pleased to see Tamaki, her smile brightening up her face as she stepped towards him. There was no reservation from her as he reached for her, her slender body responding to his every touch. She’d told him he would be her first, but her confidence of the situation said otherwise.
Up until now, it had been refreshing to have a partner like her. A partner who wasn’t shy or awkward in regards to what she wanted. Now he could not help but be concerned.
“What’s the matter, my Tamaki?”
The blonde jumped in surprise, having not heard the bathroom door open nor her approach. Now she stood across from him, a look of deep concern filling those large, round eyes.
“Nothing,” He answered quickly, replacing his previous frown with a small, “Everything’s fine.”
“You’re lying.” Replied Leena with a soft sigh. “But I won’t pry. I don’t want to ruin what we’ve shared.” Her confidence was back, gazing at him so completely from where she stood; and Tamaki had not been expecting it. If she noticed, Leena gave no indication. “Perhaps next time, I’ll take my time to enjoy you.”
A blush was quick to heat his cheeks. “I’m flattered; but you don’t have to.” He was proud his voice did not crack or waiver over those words. “The goal of the Host Club has always been to make the ladies happy. Not the other way around.”
“Oh Tamaki,” She giggled, stepping towards him to lay her palm against his cheek. “Surely a smart, handsome man like you can figure this out? This is no longer about your precious club.”
He was unsure of what to make of those words, the confusion clear in those violet orbs. “… Leena?”
Her thumb brushed against his skin before she withdrew her hand. “You should have known. It was only a matter of time before someone fell for you.” His eyes widened in sudden shock and understanding; and again she chuckled. “And now my Prince understands. It’s a pity this is where we’ll part. I was looking forward to what would have followed. Until next time?”
Still in shock, and trying to process this new information Tamaki could only nod in response. As she slipped into her coat, he rose slowly to his feet; body acting out of instinct. Like a proper gentleman should, he walked her to the door, mind still too pre-occupied to speak.
Taking pity on him, Leena sighed softly; reaching up to brush those blond bangs from his eyes. “It’s not just you and I, Tamaki. You’ve made a point to surround yourself with the most attractive males Ouran has to offer.” Rolling up on her tip-toes to cover the height difference, she pressed her lips to his cheek. “Good night, my Prince.”
As the door closed behind her, he slumped against it. Under the weight of her words his shoulders sagged, hands sinking into the pockets of his pants. How, and when, had Leena fallen for him? This made no sense. And what about the last part – about his friends? Was their admiration with the ladies also shaping into something more? That wasn’t supposed to happen!
With a drawn-out sigh, he rolled his head back against the cool wooden door behind him. From his pocket he withdrew his mobile, and took a moment to rationalize the situation before dialing. His call was answered on the first ring.
“Mommy? It’s Daddy. We need to talk.”
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“Shall I assume, by your phone call, that this is club business?”
The third son of the Ootori legacy lay draped over one of the white leather couches in his bedroom, an amused smirk pointed to the ceiling. His night’s homework lay scattered over the large coffee table, forgotten about. The fact that Tamaki had arrived practically unannounced and interrupted Kyoya’s work had been overlooked in lieu of the stunned state Tamaki had arrived in. Clearly this was going to be much more entertaining than learning German verbs.
On the other side of the table, Tamaki occupied the other couch; his long frame stretched out, one arm draped over his eyes. Not the standard stance one would have expected from the Suoh heir. It had taken a great deal of patience and trust for these two to relax as this in the other’s company.
“I don’t know,” answered Tamaki. His usually musical voice was oddly somber and flat. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
Tamaki’s words were enough to wipe the smirk from Kyoya’s lips, leaving behind shock and uncertainty. Over the years of their friendship he’d learned how to deal with Tamaki’s illogical thought patterns, and unpredictable mood swings. In a way, it helped keep the balance between the two. Tamaki was the wild to Kyoya’s calm. The fire to his ice.
Now however, Kyoya was very unsure of where those comments had come from; and what they were leading into. He swallowed down the first comment that flew to his lips, choosing instead to probe for more information.
“Did something happen?”
The blonde sighed heavily. “Did we do the right thing Kyoya?” Whether he had not heard, or was simply choosing to ignore the other’s question was unclear. “Bringing Haruhi into this?”
Haruhi? Kyoya raised an eyebrow in question. Now things were making even less sense. The questions Tamaki were asking were indeed club related; but the teen had a nagging suspicion that was only the tip of the Tamaki iceberg. In his usual fashion, Kyoya kept those thoughts to himself.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit too late to be asking yourself that? She’s already a well-established Host, with a rather high request rate I will add.”
“That may be true – but she’s still an innocent young lady. Are we right to rob that from her?”
It was a difficult question for Kyoya to answer, given that his mind had instantly flashed back to their beach outing. He’d made moves then to remove Haruhi’s innocence from her. If the situation had been different, would he have done it? Even now, Kyoya was unsure of that answer; and that frightened him.
“Tamaki,” The raven-haired teen said; forcing his own mind and thoughts from the past to the present. “Why don’t you start from the beginning, and tell Mommy all about it.”
Exhaling a slow breath, that’s exactly what Tamaki did.
Kyoya lay in silence while his friend spoke, trying to piece together all that the other had to say. He had speculated it was only a matter of time before one lucky lady wanted more from her chosen Host. For Honey and Mori, it had already started. Repeat names written on the inside paper, with requests that extended beyond the pre-set packages. Out of respect for the two third years Kyoya had kept his questions to himself. Who they got romantically involved with, was none of his concern.
But now it was Tamaki; the closest person to a best friend he’d ever had. In an unexplainable way, Kyoya felt much closer to the situation. Close enough to ask questions, at least.
Silence fell over the friends as Tamaki’s monologue came to an end. It wasn’t a cold, awkward silence that was begging to be filled; but rather a warm, comfortable silence. Silence that indicated Tamaki was at the end, and Kyoya was just beginning.
“How do you feel about such, declarations?” Kyoya questioned, giving the silence a break.
In response, Tamaki groaned. “Confused. Unsure. Concerned.”
“Concerned?” echoed Kyoya, brows furrowing together. “I understand the first two, but why are you concerned?”
Rolling himself into a sitting position, the blonde faced his friend with a look that displayed every raw emotion he was feeling. His elbows rested against his parted knees, hands clasped together under his chin. “What if it’s not just me? What if the others are being put into similar situations?”
Kyoya sighed softly. “If they are, why would you be concerned? The others are old enough to know how to handle their own, interests.”
Tamaki pondered this a moment, lips pursed together to reflect his deep thoughts. “It’s still my fault for putting them into all of this in the first place.”
“Tamaki,” Shifting into a sitting position also, Kyoya crossed one ankle over his knee and draped an arm over the back of his couch. His lensed eyes were hard and unreadable to the blonde. “You need to stop shouldering responsibility that does not belong to you. We all knew what we were getting into when we accepted and agreed to this. If I remember correctly, other than you, there were no firm objections either. Perhaps the others had their own motives for agreeing as easily as they did.” A hand moved to push those rims further up his nose. “It’s unlikely we’ll know for sure though, so why worry ourselves about it?”
Tamaki exhaled a slow, defeated sigh. “As always Kyoya, you’re right.”
That smirk from earlier crept slowly over Kyoya’s lips once again. “For now you should focus on what you’re going to say to Miss Leena. You can’t leave her feelings unanswered as you did.”
Tamaki groaned and Kyoya chuckled. Just like that, everything was good again.
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A/N: I’d like to apologize for the delay between chapters. As odd as this may sound, this was not an easy chapter for me to write. I’m excited and super flattered about the 550+ hits though! You readers are amazing! Feedback is always appreciated!

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