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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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Honey had to endure more trouble than it was worth getting back to his home. He had been gone for a few days without warning, and he had already accepted the reality of having to face his father with an excuse. Regardless, he was sure that he was going to end up as the punching bag for the rookie martial arts classes for the next few weeks.
As soon as he set foot on the Haninozuka property, he was set upon by the help-most of whom were Morinozuka-but after looking around, he saw no sign of Takashi at all. Everyone kept asking how he was doing, and more than a few of them were concerned when they finally noticed that he was a bit lightheaded. Silently he thanked Haruhi for a taking care of him, but no all wounds healed in a day or two and he couldn't avoid this any longer. Every step he took, however, he had to convince himself to keep going.
Matters with his father were as expected. He was furious, particularly because even Takashi hadn't known his whereabouts when asked. As punishment he wasn't allowed cake in the house for three days, and he was to help teach the rookie classes for two weeks. The cake deprivation hurt the most-his stomach did flip flops when he went more than twelve hours without cake, and while he was sure that he could stave it all at Host Club it wouldn't be enough. Despite how serious that problem was he would have to deal with it later. As much as he didn't want to believe it he was sure that Takashi's reaction to the news he was bringing would hurt more than a loss of cake. So, he accepted his punishment politely, which seemed to surprise even his father (Otou-san usually relented after some whining and flailing and the throwing about of Usa-chan) before leaving to search for Takashi.
It wasn't much of a search; he had already known where Takashi was going to be. The answer was frightfully simple: his room, where Honey was supposed to have been. Sure enough, the crisp feeling of Takashi's presence fell over him as he entered the room. The black-haired boy sensed him as well, rushing to the entrance in large strides as soon as the door opened. When Takashi skidded to a stop, his expression was intense, eyes glaring. Honey paused nervously; Mori wasn't wearing a shirt for some odd reason, and Honey began to feel his craving creeping up on him.
"Mitsukuni...!" Takashi said. It was enough. There were too many things he was asking, and Honey felt overwhelmed despite only hearing one word. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Who had been with? Why hadn't he been informed?
Honey looked at him calmly in the eyes. "I'm alright, Takashi-kun."
The raven-haired boy's eyes simply widened at his lack of address of the other questions. "Mitsukuni." It was a statement, a serious one that demanded answers Honey was reluctant to give.
Honey's eyes traveled to Takashi's chest as he made his way down the greeting hallway to his bed. Takashi's shirt was there, lying across sheets made up much more neatly than he could do himself. Takashi had stayed and slept in his room patiently waiting for him. He didn't deserve that treatment. He deserved what Kyouya had given him earlier, as much as he hated to admit it.
"Mori," he said, distancing himself from his companion further by using his Host Club nickname, "�I've done something bad." He sat on his bed, unsure of whether he could go through with this; his eyes were beginning to water. "�and I don't think that you'll be able to make this go away."
"�Mitsukuni?"
"�I�" Honey began, but he bit his lip, suddenly scared. He knew what the outcome of this was going to be. He knew that he was going to hurt the most important person in his life. Takashi was standing beside him now, having followed him to his bed, and the tall boy placed a reassuring hand on Honey's shoulder.
"Mitsukuni," was his word of support. Honey knew that he was being giving and accepting, and was bracing himself to be forgiving regardless of what it was that Honey had done. But he wasn't exactly sure that things would be that easy.
So he took in a deep breath and began to speak. He explained that he'd been upset about the other day with Takashi; he explained about his moment with the Twins, with Tamaki and Kyouya. He lied about the reason why he hit his head�said he'd fallen after tripping when leaving Kyouya's�but even mentioned seeing Haruhi to be looked at because he'd been too afraid to come home instead. When he was finished speaking, Takashi was silent for a long while. "I'm sorry, Takashi," he added, when he was finished.
Takashi didn't say anything in response at all�he just continued to stare at Honey as the blond sat on his bed. With each passing second, Honey could fee his heart breaking, and his chest swelled painfully. He felt short of breath. He folded his arms to try to hide it.
There were at least two minutes between them, riddled with silenced before Takashi said in a strained voice, "�Mitsukuni�" Takashi seemed to be honestly lost for words. He took a step forward, and he seemed unsure of whether or not to reach for Honey. The blond just sat there, clutching himself. If there was one person that he couldn't fool or charm, it was Takashi. And so there was nothing to say in response. The black-haired boy finally steeled his own resolve, taking another step to close the distance between himself and Honey. "Mitsukuni�?" he asked, eyes imploring. Why did you do this?
"�I just�" Honey couldn't really say anything but the truth, regardless of how invalid it was. "�I needed you, and you wouldn't�" he couldn't finish his statement, however, he'd enjoyed everything he had done but it was completely unjustified.
"Mitsukuni," Takashi said, and his hand swept up Honey's arm and cupped his chin. Honey shivered visibly.
"�please, don't do that, Takashi-kun," Honey said. He turned away, sighing�or at least, he tried to; Takashi's firm hand wouldn't let him turn his face away. Honey was very close to jerking away but before he could do so, Takashi stooped down, hand moving to muzzle his hair. Was he actually trying to cheer Honey up? "�are you saying you're not angry?" he asked, pouting. He felt like a child�he wanted Usa-chan, so that he could hold him and reassure himself that things would be okay. But Takashi's glare was almost like his father's and the blond knew he would not be so easily forgiven.
�and that was why it took him a few moments to realize that Takashi was slowly moving in and finally, after a few moments, had pressed his lips against Honey's. The blond pulled back a bit, at first, but when Takashi's lips pursued his own he didn't see a reason to fight it.
It was a deep kiss from beginning to end, Takashi's tongue barreling in between Honey's lips and into his mouth. Hands wound themselves into blond hair, pulling him closer and not letting Honey more away. Takashi's lips were hungry, urgent; it was as though he was trying to take him in and taste him like a delicacy�the thought turned him on even more so than before; he was Takashi's own personal cake. Takashi's lips moved against his own until Honey felt lightheaded. He needed to take a breath and the black-haired boy wouldn't let him. The small puffs of air from his nose weren't quite enough, but he wouldn't dare deny Takashi what he wanted and kept their embrace going even at the risk of suffocating. It wasn't until Honey's chest began to seize that Takashi pulled away, breathing just as hard as Honey. There was a pained look in his eyes even after their intense kiss, and the blond watched as Takashi's eyes filled with tears.
"�M-Mitsukuni�" the taller male shook his head but didn't bother wiping them away.
Honey was still regaining his thoughts, but the look on Takashi's face said it all. "I'm sorry, Takashi-kun. I'm so sorry�"
The black-haired man took Honey into his arm, holding him almost like a doll. After a moment, he bent down to lightly kiss the top of Honey's head. The arms wrapped around the blond moved deftly; it was another second before Honey noticed that his shirt was being taken off. He looked up at Takashi, waiting for an explanation. He didn't receive one. When his shirt was pulled from over his shoulders, Takashi neatly set it to the side and very calmly moved to work on removing Honey's pants. The moment passed in silence while he unbuttoned and unzipped; Honey lifted himself up to kick them off, following along. Takashi removed his clothing soon after, and everything else Honey was wearing came off as well.
Honey's eyes couldn't help but stray to the bare Takashi. Looking only led to him wanting to touch, as he could clearly see the modest erection between the raven-haired boy's legs. Honey reached out tentatively to touch Takashi's arm, testing to see if the other boy would let him. When he received no opposition, he continued with soft touches and caresses, slowly leading Takashi down onto the bed with him. He wanted to make Takashi feel good; that was what he'd forgotten in the first place, and he wanted to make up for it.
They made love together, there on his bed�or at least, Honey thought so. There was something there that wasn't present with the Twins or Tamaki. The guilt? The remorse? No, he thought. It was how much he cared for Takashi and how much he wanted to make things up to him. He insisted that Takashi top him, and while their movements together weren't as synchronized as the Twins or as deliberate at Kyouya's had been they slowly, in their own way, worked towards their own harmony. There were some moments where Takashi had no idea what to do, but Honey's voice was a gentle guide and it didn't take long before the blond was writhing and moaning like he had with the others. Honey had been hoping that sex would help make Takashi a bit more vocal, but if anything he became more quiet, only calling his name when the black-haired boy was a bit unsure of what to do or if he wasn't convinced that he wasn't hurting the slighter male. Honey himself tried not to be so loud, but it was difficult with Takashi inside of him moving this way and that. Their moment together wasn't infinitely long, however; apparently Honey's small frame was a bit more than Takashi could take. Although Honey coaxed himself to come with his raven-haired partner he still ached for more, loving everything about their encounter: the way Takashi held him, the way their bodies felt pressed together, the way it felt to have Takashi in him�it was all so wonderful. But when Takashi fell onto the bed beside him Honey, he didn't ask him for anything more than he'd been given.
Takashi's breaths were a little labored, like they were when he'd trained with Honey at the dojo at Ouran, and the familiar sound comforted him. He relaxed into the pillows, ready to sleep, turning over to snuggle his body up to the taller boy's. Takashi, however, had other plans. Although he hadn't stopped Honey from lying on top of him, once he'd caught his breath, his chest rising and falling softly at a steady rhythm, he rolled away from the bed. He stood and made his way to the personal bathroom inside of Honey's room.
"Takashi?" Honey questioned, leaning up from the bed, but when he heard the shower going he wondered if he should have followed him. The black-haired boy only took a quick rinse and he was back in just a moment or two. As soon as he returned he began dressing. This wasn't odd in the least�if he had been in the Haninozuka household for the last few days and it was very possible that his own family were missing him. What was odd, however, was that he hadn't spoken to the blond since he'd risen. "Takashi, are you�"
"Mitsukuni." The tone was crisp, cold, and the message was clear. It was something that Takashi had never told Honey in his life. Shut. Up.
He'd known that Takashi had been upset, but he thought�he'd thought�"Takashi-kun," Honey said, clutching the sheets of the bed to himself. The taller boy was fastening his pants and moved to quickly re-place his sock and put on his shoes. "I know you're still upset, but�"
"Mitsukuni!" The voice had been raised this time, so much different from the soft grunts and pants from before.
But Honey climbed out of bed, pulling sheets from the bed to wrap around his small frame. Takashi was tying his shoes. "Wait, Takashi," he said, realizing he hadn't understood the extent of his lover's anger. "You don't have to leave�" he wasn't quite sure how to deal with this, not sure whether it would be best to given Takashi his space. It seemed like the best course of action for now but he didn'twant to be without Takashi.
The tall, raven-haired boy now had his complete ensemble on and without another word he turned to leave. Honey grabbed his left wrist to stop him but he wrenched free. Honey stood there, dumbfounded after that display. He'd never had Takashi pull away from him that forcefully. Now he was really worried. Would Takashi ever come back? "Please, Takashi�" he whined, sniffing as tears came to his eyes. Takashi had never walked away from him before. The blond was surprised at how quickly the tears came. His vision blurred, but he couldn't still see Takashi heading down the hallway to the door. His head began to throb almost immediately and Honey was unsure of whether or not it was the crying or his injury; he began to feel the loneliness creep on his skin like goose bumps. He tried one more time, body sliding down to the floor in exhaustion. "Ta-ka-shi�" he sniffed, pleading, imploring. Begging.
But Takashi opened the door there�right in front of him�and as Honey wiped his eyes so that he could see more clearly, he saw Takashi exit without a single glance back.
Honey lay on his side on the cold floor of his room, a sullied sheet wrapped around him. Why was everything so messed up? He sniffed away, trying to dry his eyes on his the fabric beneath him. He'd known and it was so obvious that Takashi would be angry; but he had walked away from him. Honey held himself, not sure what to do from this point, because Takashi was the person he saw when he needed to be forgiven.

Another open ended story. Does Takashi come back? Maybe; maybe not. It's up for you to choose.
I was very split about this chapter in particular-I knew how I wanted it to end, but I had to make a decision on whether or not there was going to be a lemon or not; the other chapters rather indicate that there should have been, but I don't think that any self-respecting person would actually remain in a relationship where they've been cheated on�at least, not without some very serious talks and discussions and agreements. So I ended up in the middle. I figured that the lemon here was more for aesthetic appeal to go along with the pattern. But it's not the same as the others�not even Kyouya's chapter, and I think you can tell that by the kind of detail that's given and its format.
I do apologize for those who were expecting a happy ending out of this, but I really didn't think it was possible to tie the ends on this bow so neatly.
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