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Torn Betwixt Them	By : AngieBop Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 26262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Haruhi closed her eyes, trying to take in this onslaught of sensation. This had to be a dream.. or a nightmare.. or something. The shadow prince.. Kyouya Ootori.. was basically holding her hostage against her dorm room door. She could feel everything..time had slowed down. She didn't think this was a good idea, and Oh..oh wow, was that Kyouyas teeth on her collarbone? Her eyes opened as she blinked at him, her large brown eyes meeting his own silver accusing ones. "I don't know what you're thinking about.. but I want all of your attention on me.." He emphasized the end of that sentence with a slow thrust against her, his hand sliding from the delicate indentation of her waist to pull her leg up to latch about his hip. Haruhis lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she whimpered, feeling him against her core, his heat through both of their clothing.. the heat of his stare. The lust in his voice. "Look at me, damn it" He growled, one arm gripping and lifting her so that her only choice was to wrap both legs around him and trust him not to let her fall. "So help me god.. you will know that it's ME giving you this pleasure.. not your precious host club king"

   Haruhi inclined her head, peering at him pleadingly "Kyouya... You don't want to do this. This isn't..mmh..who you are" Kyouya smiled slowly at her halfhearted struggles as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder lightly, sucking on the delicate skin and slipping his hand up her thigh. "On the contrary, Fujioka Haruhi, this is the closest anyone..even Tamaki.. has ever come to seeing the real me" His voice was raspy as his hand found its way between her thighs and started applying a maddening..rhythmic pressure on her very core against her jeans, he pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and grinned almost maniacally at the mark.. the dots of blood he left there. "And you have no one to blame for my showing you but yourself, your simplistic beauty, and your god damned naivette." Haruhi gasped sharply against his touch as her hips arched, helpless to his sensual attack, all too aware of his teeth gripping the sleeve of her tanktop and slipping it down her arm. "Kyouya, no-" She was cut off by his incredibly talented mouth, his hand cupping her cheek as his tongue slid past her lips and dominated hers. He ended the kiss with a small nip to her lower lip and a gruff.. harsh whisper. "Stop talking Haruhi.. you're only delaying the inevitable.. You've been mine for a long time now and I grow weary of you pretending you aren't. Be quiet or.." he smiled that charming host club smile, yet it was tainted by feral malice in his eyes "Or I'll have to punish you.." With that last word, he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, all she could do was sigh and succumb to the pleasure, to his dominance..

Kyouya smiled wickedly as his hand kept its slow rhythm, watching her arch and writhe in pleasure.. pleasure that HE was causing. He took a sharp breath though, as her hips suddenly wriggled and lifted, her legs tightened hard on his hips and pressed him closer, so close that her breasts brushed his chest and her soft lips grazed his neck, his eyes widened and his face actually flushed. He looked down at Haruhi.. at her smile and realized that was her way of taking control. He suddenly grinned, this little battle would be most definitely...fun. He let go of her hands with a flicking gaze to make sure her wrists weren't bruised, and his lithe fingers moved to throw her shirt above her head and off, then sliding up her stomach to cup her breasts through her yellow lace bra, revelling in her moan as she clawed at his own button up shirt. His thumbs flicked her nipples through her bra as he watched her reaction heatedly, breathlessly noting that she dropped all attempts at innocence, at modesty. His hips thrust against hers in an even pace.. he was so hard he was sure she could feel him, his hands clenching against her breasts. She moaned at the grip, pushing his half-shredded shirt off of his shoulders and he watched her cheeks flush at the sight of him. His eyes lowered to her breasts as he growled, head dipping to tug at the top of her bra with his teeth, thumb deftly flicking off the front clasp and leaning back to look at what he revealed. Kyouya stood, almost stunned as he looked at her.

   Haruhi leaned against the door, using that and his own body for support as she gazed up at him, her huge doe eyes lowering slightly. Her dark hair tumbled into her flushed face, tousled and tangled against her throat.. her parted lips, ruby red from his kissing. Her hair fell past her neck, half covering the mark he left on her shoulder, and one stray tendril curled about her breast.. inches from her pink nipple, which had hardened simply from his gaze.. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing as his eyes slid past them to her flat stomach, her small waist and supple hips. Her pants hung loosely off of them as his eyes narrowed on them. Kyouya reached out to unbutton them, hurriedly jerking at the waistband as he jerked them and her yellow lace panties down, going down with them. Kneeling on the floor before her, his hand splayed on her stomach as his eyes stayed trained on the trimmed brown vee between her thighs. She was so.. so god damned beautiful.

He ran his hand down her stomach to cup her, moaning aloud as he felt her. She was hot.. and wet.. and so ready for him that he nearly came at the feel of her.. at she choked sound she made. "Kyo-" "Shh" He murmured, then lifted her leg to rest it on his shoulder as he leaned forward. "You want me" He demanded gruffly, seeming to have snapped out of his awe.. his eyes glaring up at her darkly. "You want me, You are mine." With that he leaned forward, his gaze never left hers as he dragged a hard lick along those slick lips. Twirling his tongue around the small bud of nerves, he grinned when she cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he nipped gently on the bud and thrust his tongue into her slowly, partway.. then harder and deeper. One hand gripped her rounded thigh as he took her, as he feasted. His nose grazed her clit each time,and his free hand pressed against his arousal. He moved his mouth up to suck on her clit hard once more, tugging with his tongue, before standing. "Tell me you want me.."

She turned her head shyly and he jerked it back. "Damn it, tell me!". "I.. I want you..Kyouya-Sempai" He snarled victoriously as he unbuttoned his slacks and let them and his briefs fall dismissively to the ground. He indulged in male satisfaction as her eyes widened shyly at his size, before slipping on a condom. ( God knows when he had time to get it ) and stepping closer. He then kissed her, his tongue delivering her own taste to her as she kissed back helplessly.. shyly, backing into the door as much as she could. "Tell me again" he whispered into her ear, nipping it slightly. "Kyouya.. I want you.. please I want you." He growled and jerked her leg onto his hip, sinking into her in one hard, demanding thrust. Haruhi screamed as she went completely still... Kyouya stilled soon after, then bared his teeth in a feral smile. "No one has had you, have they?" Haruhi shook her head tearfully, biting her lower lip as she trembled from the shock, Kyouya merely licked away a tear and lifted a hand to posessively cup her breast. "Fucking Glorious" With that he pulled back slowly, then thrust hard again. He paid attention to her cries.. they were pained at first, but each time the hand on his ass jerked him closer again. He moaned and sped up, head dipping to nibble and suck hard on her breast as he thrust. All that could be heard were their moans.. the slap of skin on skin and skin on wood.. and his name in that beautiful voice. Her cries came with each motion now as she chanted his name, he grinned viciously at the sound and pressed into her as hard as possible. While pressing her rotated his hips, then moaned loudly as he felt her spasm around him, climaxing and screaming his name. "Finally" He murmured, one hand squeezing her breast and the other cupping the back of her head and pulling her to him for a hard.. needy kiss as he thrust hard and fast.. without rest. Kyouya suddenly shouted as he felt her climax again.. her shriek joining his voice, and he came with her, clasping her hips to his hard for a moment, fingers sinking into her skin, before relaxing. Kyouya growled and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then rested his head on the door beside hers. His eyes opened suddenly as he just happened to peer out the peephole.. what he saw made him smile again.. posessively.

   Hikaru stood outside the dorm door to Kyouya and Haruhis room.. shocked. He had been standing there for a good ten minutes.. His head lowered as his hand clenched the box of chocolates with the calligraphy "Sorry" on the lid so hard they smashed and crumbled. He dropped them onto the ground and ran off recklessly toward the cafeteria.. the sound of Haruhis screams of pleasure and Kyouyas husky moans resounding in his head
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