Kiss Kiss Fall In Love

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from Ouran High School Host Club, or any affiliated works. Contains Original Characters/Places; these are intended to be works of purest fiction. Any relation to existing, real or created, people or places is purely coincidental.



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Wow, you guys gave me such wonderful reviews... I\'m honestly sorry it\'s taken me this long to continue the storyline with such a great fanbase. I finally found a job, you see. xD But it\'s no excuse, now that I\'m settled into it! Expect more and more frequent updates!



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Chapter Six: Gilded Guilt



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Tamaki had cradled his badly abused boyfriend close the entire trip there. He felt incredibly guilty, sure that every injury had happened because of himself, and that if he\'d just kept his mouth shut, they wouldn\'t even exist. At least, that\'s what the stranger from school had kept telling him, and there was plenty of evidence to back that fact up.



All that was ages ago; the giant of a man, Wolfgang, had toted his Kyoya off like so much luggage, still quite unconscious. That he\'d been directed to take him to some sort of testing lab did nothing to ease his current worries.



He\'d been here a good while, but he didn\'t know how long, exactly, that was. He hadn\'t seen hide or hair of his kidnapper since he\'d brought him here---not that he was complaining! \'Here\' was a smallish room with no windows and a veritable mound of pillows in the middle of the floor, with one entire wall of the place given over to some sort of screen, black in its current disuse. There was a sink and a toilet in one corner, and the door had a slot in it for food trays to be taken in and out. Aside from a single requested meal of milk and ramen (he had actually asked him what he\'d wanted to eat, a token of good will that stood at odds with his normal behavior), he hadn\'t eaten so much as a bite of the bread or sip of water. He couldn\'t, not know how Kyoya fared. So, not too much time... long enough to be really hungry, but not long enough to be sick over it. Not that he could probably eat anything, anyways... his stomach was all in knots from worry and waiting, the main reason he\'d been ignoring the meals.



His mind kept going over the situation, worrying at it like his dog with a bone. Kyoya had been abducted because of him... punished, because of him. If something happened, if he died... A small but very vital piece of him broke inside. He couldn\'t let his Kyoya get hurt anymore, not if he could help it. Even if it meant giving this horrible person what he wanted.



Wishing that Kyoya was there in the room with them, Tamaki grabbed a pillow and walked to the far left corner of the room, huddling up against the wall. A tear slid down his cheek and dripped off of his chin, landing on the pillow which he clenched tightly to his chest to keep from crying more. He pretended that it was Kyoya Jr., the giant teddy bear he had won and that now lay on the lawn at the abandoned festival ground, and this made the corner of his lip quirk up.



He wasn\'t allowed to stay that way for long; the dark-skinned boy entered with a tray of food--same as he had requested before--and a pale green denim sack.



Given the fact that he was sleep-deprived and the sluggish track his thoughts had been taking, Tamaki thought for one wildly optimistic moment that it was his lover come to save him, but his hopes were bitterly dashed. Letting out a huff of disappointment, Tamaki nevertheless craned his head over his shoulder to see what this visit was all about, eyeing the food with the hunger of a growing teenage boy (the smell made him decide that maybe he could eat a little bit after all), then lingered with misgiving on the suspicious-looking bag.



"Hello, to you, too, my dear," that silky voice greeted him mildly. He dropped the bag to the floor and nudged it away with a foot, even as he held that tray of entice food towards him. "Come on, if you\'re hungry," the upperclassman coaxed.



He didn\'t sound angry or evil today; maybe he would let them go after all? Maybe it was over? Tamaki still felt wary, even with that bait of food and hope both, but the hollowness of his stomach soon won over caution. He stood shakily to his feet and walked to him, taking the tray from him and plopping down onto the floor with a pillow over his lap before any more of his nakedness could be on display for another.



"Will you want me any more longer, now?" he asked hesitantly. He had to know! "I\'m really... not as interesting as I look, you know," Tamaki added, flashing him a forced smile before stuffing and slurping up noodles at a fast pace, in case the other decided to take it away.



He was still very aware of his presence as he ate; the glinting eyes, the soft voice, the smile that he was sure was still there. He could almost be mistaken for a kind person, but somehow all his good attributes added up to something very bad. He already knew what the answer would be before the other spoke, and he wished he\'d stayed silent.



"Tsk, tsk. Have you forgotten all your lessons in only two days?" That smile touched the corner of his lips, in a way that could be attractive if it wasn\'t quite so cruel. "Well, I shall be sure to let Mr. Wolfgang know."



He watched him rummaged around in that mysterious bag, withdrawing a remote. He aimed it at the wall, and it lit up like a television. In showed a sterile-looking holding cell, all white walls and bright light. Curled up in corner with his bruised back facing whatever was recording him lay Kyoya. Tamaki\'s heart leapt into his throat as the food turned to ash in his mouth; Kyoya! He still wore those same pants he\'d been abducted in, and they had obviously not been washed, either. The dirt from the fairground still stained it. The sight about broke his heart in two, but... At least he was still alive. That was better than dead, right? Even if he was hurting...? He wished desperately that he knew how badly he was hurt.As Tamaki\'s eyes fastened on the screen, the rest of what had been said drifted to the back of his mind. My fault, all my fault you\'re so hurt... The blond leaned forward to brush his fingers across the screen where Kyoya\'s bruised back was situated, as if this touch could really send him some ounce of comfort. Jaw clenching hard, the usually peaceful blonde set his jaw and jumped up to take the remote out of his captor\'s hand and slam it hard into the wall, pieces scattering everywhere.



Shuddering and turning away from the monitor (his little act of violence hadn\'t done anything to the image on the screen, unfortunately), Tamaki gripped his hair in his hands with a whimper, eyes shut fast.



The larger boy strode over swiftly and backhanded Tamaki harder than he had before.



"Try that again," he murmured in that oh-so-pleasant tone, "and I shall have to restrain you. Do you want to be tied up again? Such fun, remember?" He grabbed a handful of his short hair, forcing him around so that he faced the wall again. "Look at him," came the soft demand. "Your friend suffers each time you displease me. Every single bruise is because of you."



Tamaki took in a deep and ragged breath, wanting to turn away, but the tight grip upon his hair held him fixed. His lips parted and his throat worked as if to say something, to take away the tight ball of pain in his chest and heart that continued to grow stronger as he looked at the bruised and battered Kyoya curled up hurting on the floor, but a soft whimper left his lips instead. Shoulders sagging and body relaxing in defeat, the dark blue eyes left the image on the screen, shifting a bit in order to look at his captor\'s feet. He remembered his earlier resolve to give him what he wanted, to keep Kyoya safe.



"I am forever yours," he whispered hoarsely, so quietly that one would think that it was the voice of a thought, because Tamaki knew he hadn\'t been given permission to speak yet.



His already badly bruised cheek ached, but Tamaki dealt with it as his due, for doing all this to Kyoya. All his fault, and poor Kyoya had many more bruises, cuts... all because of him. He apparently hadn\'t been heard, or he\'d let the sub-whisper slide unnoticed. He let go of the blonde\'s hair with obvious approval.



"Good boy. Now, finish your noodles, then you may come and take a bath." He gestured to the screen inside the wall, openly contemptuous. "Since you broke the remote, you will have to live with that sight. I assure you, he does more than enough on his own to be beaten than you have."



Tamaki\'s hair nearly stood up straight at the remark, like an agitated cat, but he quickly calmed himself down and sat down on the floor again, taking up his bowl of noodles and slurping them up with less relish than before, keeping his eyes moodily focused on anything that was not his captor, or anywhere near said white-haired boy. There weren\'t really a lot of options in the small space he\'d come to think of as the Pillow Room, so he concentrated mostly on his disappearing food. It felt like a lead weight in his stomach.



The tall one, to his surprise, sat down behind him with his knees to either side. He wrapped an arm about his shoulders and held him close to his chest, making it extremely difficult to ignore him.



"Don\'t worry, pet," he murmured into his ear. "I will let you take this bath alone." His tongue licked the back of his ear while he tried not to shudder. "I even have a nice little outfit picked out for you. If you behave, I might even let you wear it on the way." One of the dark hands ran down his bare chest and stomach. "Are you going to be a good litte boy for me, Tamaki?"



"Ahh, I suppose so," he replied, as if he had just been asked if he would like to go for a stroll, putting his spoon down after one final lick.



He didn\'t exactly warm up to that tone, but it was definitely preferred over the icy coolness, the knife-like smirks and remarks... though the term "little boy" grated heavily on his ears. However, his content meant a safe Kyoya, and that was the most important thing.



"May I ask you something?" Tamaki said, in a barely audible whisper, which combined with a deep, smooth voice, could be mistaken for a lover\'s tender words.



Turning his head a bit so that blond hair tickled across his captor\'s cheek, blue eyes met those unnerving eyes and then flickered down a respectful few inches. He still wasn\'t quite sure about the rules, but this seemed the best way to go about it, to tread softly and surely around the tiger.



Kyoya would be proud of me, he thought desperately.



He was smiled at indulgently, the dark fingers running through his hair again.



"Nnn. You may." His captor lightly pressed his lips against his, not really giving him a chance for the promised question. The hand on his stomach slid suggestively lower. Only half his attention, really, made any note of the blonde\'s words, but he hoped desperately to at least distract him from going much further. How far would he play the submissive pet this time, until he couldn\'t keep up the ruse? How many times would they go through this same routine until the part he played became an act no longer? He didn\'t want that to happen, but he couldn\'t see any other route out of this safely, for both him and his poor Kyoya.



"I love those eyes of yours," he finally pulled away to murmur, petting his chest and stomach again fondly.



Tamaki\'s chest was rising and falling slowly now, soothed by his captor\'s tone and administrations compared to his previous encounters with him. He didn\'t precisely glow in exuberance, but everything was going much more smoothly then when he chose to rebel; he would have to think more on that, when he was alone, with fewer confusing thoughts.



"Thank you," he replied, lips quirking up in a slightly cocky smile-- so not even the big bad one could resist the charms of his eyes? Tamaki took another mental note. "I want to ask you what I should call you. I don\'t even know your name. Or would... lord be more appropriate? Sir?"



Tamaki paused, not quite liking the last title by the inclinations that went along with it, but saying it for effect nonetheless, "Master?" Tamaki\'s eyes slid up to the hard-angled face, lids half closed. "Woo the princess" mode was in full swing.



"Mmm. Master will do."



The hated other pressed more kisses against his lips, starting to explore his mouth. The hand slipped even lower, starting to stroke his... nakedness. Despite the sudden resurgence of terror (how could he have let himself lower his guard for even a second?!), Tamaki gathered up his remaining courage and sanity and began to kiss him back, trying to pretend it was Kyoya\'s lips, Kyoya\'s breath, and as he felt the hand squeezing and pumping at him, he pretended that was Kyoya too, until he was kissing him back with equal ferocity, his imagination adding in Kyoya\'s face, Kyoya\'s soft black hair beneath his fingers. The Suoh moaned in his mouth, a small frown on his brow. He found himself shoved down onto the pillows with unexpected force quite shattering the delusion he had been clinging to.



"Ah...?" Taken aback, Tamaki was about to protest, but his lips were sealed again by hot demanding ones.



He tried to find some equilibrium in the kiss, but soon found that this one wasn\'t about to let up or relinquish the dominance he held over him, something the blonde was alien to. After a few more seconds of this, Tamaki pulled his head away, taking deep breaths in, his cheeks flushed, lips red. The need to scramble away pressed down hard upon him, but he fought it back and laid still instead, blue eyes turning almost lazily up at him, one arm rising up to tuck itself beneath his head, as if he were merely sunbathing. His tormentor looked down at him greedily, but there was a pause there, as though he was making some sort of decision behind that piercing gaze.



"Are you finished eating?" he finally murmured, almost teasingly, eyes now hooded speculatively.



Tamaki studied his captor\'s face, suddenly feeling very much less comfortable than before, if that were possible. He sat up and looked at his empty bowl a bit sadly. Not a chance for delay.



"Yes," he mumbled, eyes snapping back furtively to him, waiting for something inevitable that he could feel in the air... mostly by the way the other was looking at him, as if he were a nice juicy slice of giant tuna, something he remembered Haruhi was particularly fond of.



A little sparkle came into his eye, and for the moment he forgot about his situation in the escape of a daydream as he thought of his \'adopted\' daughter. I wonder what she\'s wearing today? She usually wears a little dress when she goes out to market... perverted men better not be looking at her... Tamaki submerged himself in his mind, far from here.



The older boy lightly petted his face with the back of his hand, bringing him back to the here and now with a thud. A very proprietary look camped on his tormentor\'s face.



"You want more food, pet?" the sempai murmured. He stood and offered him his hand. "Come on. We will finish this elsewhere, before you get your bath."



Finish what, exactly, elsewhere? Tamaki thought, a puzzled expression crossing his face, but nevertheless he took the proffered hand and stood. His captor really was more gentle when he followed his instructions... and so far the instructions weren\'t so bad, were they? Maybe they\'d get out of this in one piece, after all! The Suoh gave a wan smile.



"No thank you, I\'m not hungry anymore."



He had only wanted food as an excuse not to put up with other plans because he was still eating, but it couldn\'t be anything bad, could it, compared with being tied up to a door knob and ravaged? Tamaki let out a sigh and stretched his arms up to the ceiling. Yes, everything would be fine. His captor would be more gentle, then he would be bored, and Kyoya wouldn\'t be hurt anymore. Then they would be let go.



"Mmm. You are being a very good boy," his kidnapper commented. "I do believe I shall let you wear the outfit I got for you." He reached out to fluff his hair a little. "Go look in the bag," he ordered.



Tamaki walked over to the bag, eager for something to cover up with, face falling as he took out the two items. Inside it lay a red leather collar with tiny little bells all along it. There also rested a filmy little green scarf thing that apparently was meant to go around his waist like a loincloth. It was several layers, so nothing would be obvious, but it still didn\'t leave all that much to the imagination.



This... this was...



Grateful that his back was turned, the blonde dressed hurriedly, feeling like some type of prostitute or cave man.



No! I musn\'t think like that! These are... exotic clothes. Yes. I\'m sure that in the places to the south the men wear things like these all the time to keep cool while they hunt.



He spun around with one hand on his hip, chin raised, one hand going through his hair as he modeled the clothes. "How do they look?"



When the green eyes took in the sight, intentions stamped clearly on his face.



"Yes, yes, those will do nicely. Come, lovely." He crooked his finger at him imperiously. "I am going to have fun taking those off you." He paused, considering. "Well, the loincloth, anyway. Might leave you the collar."



The dark boy grinned at him wickedly. A protest rose up in the Suoh\'s throat, but he managed to swallow it down and follow behind, the bells jangling with every step he took. A little part of his brain still didn\'t believe that this senpai really wanted to do those things to him... hadn\'t he had his fill in the music room?



Probably just a... a joke. I\'m a good kisser. Maybe he just wants to kiss. Yes, I\'m sure that\'s all he really wants...



Finally persuaded by his own thoughts, the blonde picked up his pace a bit, looking about at the many halls and rooms they passed, naturally comfortable in his own skin by the way he still sauntered. The other slowed a bit, waiting for Tamaki to cath up. His strong arm snaked about the blonde\'s waist and pulled him firmly against him.



"Stay close," he admonished him, "I don\'t want you getting lost. You\'ll get shot. Be a good boy and don\'t wander off, hm?"



The sadistic boy\'s hand slid down, now resting against his rear, but Tamaki scarcely noticed in light of this new information. His eyes went very big.



"Sh-shot? Isn\'t that a bit too much?"



As a Suoh, he perforce was used to strong security, but getting shot merely for wandering the halls seemed rather extreme. His and Kyoya\'s hope for escape seemed much, much thinner, now, so much so, that he had to lift up a hand and run a hand tiredly through his hair. Nerves getting the better of him--he knew that they must be getting closer to their destination--Tamaki did the first thing that came to him when he was nervous; talk.



"Ahh, you know, at the Suoh second mansion our security is top of the line. We have a coded gate and front door, and the Ohtori family has offered to let us use their secret police... they\'re actually a bit scary, come to think about it... my father has recently installed bullet proof glass after he heard girls were trying to break into my room... really unnecessary, I think..."



He might have babbled further, but his tormentor cut him off with narrowed eyes.



"You are speaking, Tamaki," he pointed out mildly. "I do believe I have been quite patient with you. However, you must learn." He stopped abruptly at a door and tapped in a code at a security keypad. "I will train you, never fear. You will be the perfect pet, Tamaki, and that will please me."



The look on his face... his eyes were almost wild as he spoke, belying the calm and quite rational tone he used. It made the situation all that more frightening. Tamaki sucked in his breath and took a step away, more afraid of the expression then his words. Suddenly wanting the calm, uncaring expression back on the other\'s face again, the blonde ducked his head down.



"I--I\'m sorry for speaking out of turn. It\'s a bad habit of mine." He said all this in a rushed murmur, hoping that this would buy him back some favor.



He was jerked back against him a little roughly, but it seemed his tactic had worked.



"I told you not to wander off," he reminded him, but now the voice held the familiar, softer tone; less frightening, less (he hoped!) dangerous. "And you spoke again. Without permission."



Emerald eyes narrowed further, until they were practically slits. The door slid open with a soft whoosh of escaping air. The other stepped in without a second thought, despite the fact there were no discernible sources of light anywhere--and the door slid shut behind them both, cutting off what came from the hallway before more than a glimpse of a vague outline of a rather large bed (considerably bigger than king-sized) reached the brain. Only a soft tinkle of bells as Tamaki shifted uneasily from side to side broke the sudden silence, still pressed up against the doorway and unwilling to move--because it was too dark to walk around, but mostly because that glare had frozen some vital part of his brain needed for motor functions. The fact that he was still on the other\'s bad side didn\'t exactly help, either. The inky blackness held an almost palpable weight. A weight that did not seem to bother Tamaki\'s captor.



"Come, pet," the disembodied voice ordered silkily. It sounded from somewhere on the far side of the room. "Over here. Do hurry."



That made him close his eyes and wish he was far away from here, and safe, with his Kyoya. Tamaki swallowed hard as he considered his options, and the various consequences. He could run out the door, but he would amost be certainly shot in the halls, and he didn\'t know where the exit was. He could curl up beneath the bed, or simply refuse to come, but the repercussions were too painful to even think about. Letting out a shaky breath, the Suoh fumbled toward the voice till he bumped against something warm and solid. That something--his pale-haired kidnapper--lifted him up bodily and tossed the boy up onto the mattress.



"You need to learn your place, pet. It is time to teach you a lesson in obedience."



He spoke as softly and calmly as before, with every indication of patience. His strong fingers lightly stroked Tamaki\'s cheek, not the slightest hint of a miss--as though the other could see him perfectly. That was a very uncomfortable thought, but he had no time to think about that; the hands moved abruptly, tying the blonde\'s wrist tightly to the headboard with him flat on his stomach. The gibbering edge of panic started bubbling up again. Not this again! He pulled hard at his restraints. Naturally, they wouldn\'t budge. It wouldn\'t do any good if he got them off, anyway-- his sempai seemed capable of seeing in the dark, like some feral type of cat. Turning his head to the side, he could just make out the other\'s outline as his eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, body stilling and stiffening as he tried to anticipate the next move. The hated hands slid down Tamaki\'s ribcage and started untying the scarf about his waist. Slowly. Tamaki\'s hands were tight fists as he felt cool air touch the places that were once covered, and he was grateful now that it was dark, so that the other couldn\'t see his dark blush at the whole situation he was in. Despite his earlier thoughts, he couldn\'t possibly really see in the dark; it was only panic that made him think that way in the first place.



"Do you understand why you are being punished, my pet?" the cruel one was demanding quietly. "Tell me what you think yiou did wrong."



It was quite clearly not a request. At the question, he tensed even more, debating what or what not he should say. His head turned more; he was trying to look at him, like it might somehow help to meet his eyes.



"I know that I\'ve broken your rule, that I spoke out of turn... but I don\'t think that\'s wrong! I\'m not your pet, or plaything, so please..." he begged as he gave another pathetic tug at the ropes, eyes squeezed shut.



He just wanted all this to stop, to be left alone by this cruel madman! Was that really too much to ask for? The other boy was speaking again, and he forced himself to pay attention. He didn\'t want to miss something that he\'d hurt him for later. Or now.



"Ah! That, perhaps, is the source of your problems," was the murmured remark. "You are mine. You have no choice." Fingers danced lightly up and down his spine in a way that made him shudder, but not in revulsion. Somehow, that just made it that much worse. "I want to hear you say it, pet. Say that you belong to me, that you are mine."



Tamaki let out a tired sigh, murmuring something to himself in French.



"Why would I say that?" he asked, a touch of sadness in his voice.



A little shiver passed through his body from the massage, and for awhile, the blonde could almost pretend it was Kyoya. The fingertips changed angle, marring the start of another desperate daydream, and suddenly sharp nails raked down his spine instead.



"That was not a request," he reproved mildly. "Say it, pet. Now."



Another moment of stubborn silence, even in the face of the painful scratches, and Tamaki squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn\'t say it. That would be like giving up, allowing this mean person to have the satisfaction of hearing him say it. He couldn\'t do it, he just couldn\'t!



"I don\'t belong to you. You know that." His voice was somber and quiet; resigned. What would happen to him now?



"Now, now. That will not do. We must nip this in the bud." The whisper of something stiff sliding against cloth reached his ears. "You are being punished for your flagrant disobedience of my rightful authority over you." A disapproving tut. "So unbecoming in a pretty young man like you." At those last words, something descended rapidly, biting sharply into the flesh of his back.



"Ah!" Bells jangled as Tamaki\'s head jerked up right, wrists tugging at their binds again.



He hadn\'t been prepared for that, and the pain came biting and sharp, leaving faint ripples and aches afterwards. He\'d hit him with his belt, he realized suddenly. Tamaki clenched his jaw tight, head thumping back down to the pillow.



"Why does it matter, whether I belong to you or not? We could just... get to know each other... this could have been different." He couldn\'t help but say it, because there was still that little part of him that still believed with the right words he could change it all. "So, what do you say?" Tamaki lifted up his head again and craned his neck back, blue eyes shining in the dark, a the corner of his lip curled up in a small gentle smile hopefully.



They were dashed the very next second.He struck him again, harder, ovrlaying the previous lashing.



"That is not what you were told to say," come the nearly growled words. "Obey me! Say. It. Now!" Without waiting for a reply, he jerked his head back up and forced a kiss against his lips. "I will make you learn," he breathed into his mouth obsessively, "If it takes me all month, or even a year, to teach you."



Tamaki held back his cry so that it came out as a pained, muffled moan into the pillow. After the forced kiss, he panted raggedly in his held up position, debating with himself, again, on what he should say. The Suoh\'s eyelids dropped closed, wishing for once that he wasn\'t so prideful of who he was.



"I belong only to myself... you can\'t teach me anything else!"



The blond let out another frustrated groan, tugging and thrashing about the bed, trying to buck Kotaru off of him and loosen his bonds.



"Hnn." Tamaki was sure he was doing that thing, where he narrowed his eyes at him. "We will see, my pet."



He let the head drop and pulled back. The soft sound of cloth moving against cloth sounded as the dark boy removed his own clothing.



"This will be a most eventful weekend. For you, especially, heh." He felt pressure on the back of his thighs as the other sat on him. "I think I shall show you what you have to look forward to for the rest of your life, however short that may turn out to be."



There was a smirk in the words as that calm coldness replaced the earlier fury. He didn\'t like how that sounded. His whole body stilled as he listened to what the other had to say. If he had puppy ears they would have perked up to full attention.



"W--what do you mean?" he asked, head craning, trying to see him from his perch on his legs.



Hadn\'t he seen enough of Kotaru\'s surprises? And how would his life be short? He slept well, ate a good diet, got regular exercise... unless... eyes widening in realization, the blonde began tugging hard upon the ropes again, determined to do anything but lay there and let his captor have his fun... and then dispose of him later.



"What have I ever done to you?" he cried out. "Why do you treat me like this?!"



This stranger that he knew far better than he could have ever wanted chuckled when he saw that the realization struck Tamaki, and seemed rather pleased with the reaction.



"Shh, shh," he murmured. "Calm down, pet." He ran a consoling hand up and down his side. "See, I only need to be rid of you if you refuse to obey. Cannot have you going off to tattle." He bent over so that his mouth was very close to his ear and his growing arousal was pressed against his entrance. "And if you are not around, there is no need to keep Kyoya about. Hn, I\'ll let you watch Amadeus kill him. Heh, maybe I will let you live with that memory, after all, while you get all sorts of needles poked into you." He licked the back of his ear, enjoying himself immensely.



Tamaki\'s head slowly lay back down onto the pillow, eyes wide as the dark oppressed him on all sides, Kotaru\'s words working into his blood stream like a poison, the pressure of his... erection, and his tongue, making the blonde shrink further into the large black vortex that his mind was currently grappling with. His lips formed vowels, consonants, but nothing seemed able to come out. Images flashed through his mind, unavoidable nightmares dredged from his all-too-graphic imagination; a blood splattered Kyoya, glasses broken and twisted on the ground like his own body. The blonde jerked out of its grip by the sound of a soft sob--his own. The pillow was damp where his cheek pressed against it.



He closed his eyes, lips opening to say in an uncharacteristically monotonous and solemn tone, "I belong to you, Master. You\'ll have me for as long as you desire." Just don\'t touch Kyoya. Don\'t touch my Kyoya. He hated the fact, but he was broken, and knew it. And this cruel monster in the disguise of a schoolmate knew it, too.



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I have a question for you, new and old readers alike; I have since created an entire storyline in which my darling villain stars from his own perspective. I do plan on posting it when that part of the plot comes into play, but I don\'t know if you would want it inserted as an occasional chapter of his own, or an entirely new fanfic (since it\'s loosely based in the Ouran universe) updated as appropriate to the timeline of this original (no new stuff in advance to spoil things). Please answer in a review, or feel free to email and IM me! I\'m sharritus@aol.com