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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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Chapter Eight: ”Monochrome Kisses.”

Somehow Haruhi had survived the next four days. The fog filling her brain had lifted just enough to get her through her daily routine of classes, home life, and Host Club.

Inside those four walls of their club room, Kyoya was no different to her. It was as if to him, their Tuesday lunch had never happened. As if he had never kissed her, or told her that he wanted to teach her the art of giving pleasure. Even on the rare moments when their gazes would accidentally meet, there was nothing to read in those midnight eyes to show what he was really thinking.

That more than anything else frustrated Haruhi. How could he stay so controlled and, well, normal; while she was battling so hard with herself in an attempt to find some sense in the madness? It made her want to scream; and the only reason she didn’t was she didn’t want to upset their clients. Anything that added further to her debt she was careful to avoid.

On more than one occasion she’d thought about confronting Kyoya; but found that even in thought she did not have the right words. It wasn’t as if he was avoiding her, or treating her any differently than the others. And it seemed the more she thought about saying something; the more childish-sounding her thoughts became. In the end it always seemed easier to say nothing at all to him and suffer through all of this alone.

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Saturday afternoon found a very nervous Haruhi, standing outside the largest looking home she’d ever seen; pondering if she was going to knock or ring the bell. She was not left pondering for long before the door was opened by an elderly man in black trousers, a white dress shirt and a matching black waistcoat. He eyed her for a lingering moment before clearing his throat.

“Fujioka Haruhi, I presume?”

The brown haired teen nodded, forcing her voice from the depths of her throat. “Yes – Sir.” She hastily added, bowing her head in polite greeting.

The man gave no response to such a greeting as he stepped out of the doorway and motioned for Haruhi to enter. “The young Master is expecting you. Follow me, please.”

He waited a moment for Haruhi to shed her outerwear before leading her through the expansive and impressively decorated home. Out of the corner of his eye he watched those round brown eyes widen in a mix of shock and surprise, and he could not help but wonder who this Fujioka Haruhi was.

Stopping before a closed door, Haruhi waited silently while her escort raised a white-gloved hand to knock once, and announced her. The nervousness inside her grew when Kyoya’s voice replied offering entrance. Her hand hesitated on the handle a moment before opening the door and stepping into the largest bedroom she had ever seen.

The sharp contrast of black and white was the first thing she focused on; taking in with large eyes the light ash-coloured walls, the two white leather couches and the long black dresser against the side wall. Huge floor to ceiling windows filled the back wall of the room, letting the afternoon sunlight shine over the well-polished surfaces of the desk, coffee table, and dresser. A set of stairs provided access to a loft-like space, where she suspected Kyoya’s actual bed was.

It was pristine, just as she had come to expect from the man who occupied it. It was also clear Kyoya had been outfitted with everything he needed to ensure he didn’t have to leave his room. The thought made her instantly frown, and she was quick to dismiss it from her mind. What little she’d seen of the Ootori family from the Ouran fair was enough for Haruhi to know, she really didn’t want to know any more.

A rustling sound above her caused her to raise her head, catching the sun glint off a very familiar pair of glasses. Suddenly, this was all very real. Feeling a lump start to form in her throat, she didn’t trust herself to speak. Lucky for Haruhi, she didn’t have to.
“Relax. I’m not going to pounce you.” Kyoya’s tone was dry, a hint of amusement passing through those midnight pools. “Please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be down in a minute.”

He turned away from the half-wall, and Haruhi pursed her lips before stepping further into the room. Unsure of a better place for it, she laid her school bag on his desk, a red framed photo catching her attention. Ignoring the voice in her head warning her not to snoop, she leaned in closer to get a better look. It was a picture of the entire Host Club, taken on one of their weekend trips to the seaside. She, herself was the center of the photo; sitting down on a beach chair with the rest of her club peers posing around her. Haruhi remembered the trip, but not the picture.

“That was the weekend you were sick.” Explained Kyoya, his words perfect as though he’d been reading her thoughts. “That’s why you’re the only one sitting down.”

“And the red frame?” Questioned Haruhi, turning to face the raven haired teen now standing behind her.

A rare smile parted Kyoya’s lips. “Renge.” He spoke the girl’s name as though that was the only answer Haruhi needed. “She decided I needed some colour in my life.”
Renge… That was a name Haruhi had not been expecting. Out of curiosity, she raised a questioning brow. “And you’ve kept it?”

“Why not?” Kyoya questioned, slipping both hands into the pockets of his jeans. “It was a gift, after all.”

Another answer Haruhi had not been expecting. Since when did Renge buy gifts for Kyoya? And what was Renge’s comment about Kyoya needing colour supposed to mean? Sure, his room had a very selective colour pallet to it, but there was no way Renge would have known that unless … Haruhi tried to deny that thought to fully form but it was too late. Unless Renge had been in Kyoya’s bedroom. Was there more to their relationship than either let on there was?

For an unexplainable reason, such thoughts sparked small flares of anger in Haruhi. All the extra time Kyoya had spent grooming the blond for her club responsibilities… Had that just been a front to hide their attraction behind? As though suddenly realizing the thoughts in her mind, Haruhi frowned. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought herself to be jealous. That was such an absurd thought that she flat-out refused to entertain it in the slightest. There was nothing, what-so-ever, that Haruhi had to be jealous for. Kyoya and Renge were nothing but business; and she refused to think otherwise about the two. Really, it was no different than her and Kyoya. Then why could she feel her fingertip digging into her palms, standing with her fists balled at her sides?

Kyoya had seen the frown pass over Haruhi’s face, but he had no logical explanation why. A number of mixed emotions had flashed through those round brown eyes; none of which he could name. Unsure of what else to do, he cocked his head slightly to the side and questioned softly. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” Haruhi replied almost instantly, snapping her attention back to him, and in turn the main reason she was there. “I have lots of cleaning I still need to do today. Could we just, get started on this… Or whatever?”

One brow arched over the rim of his glasses, a slow smirk ghosting over his lips. “I told you, Haruhi,” His voice still carried that soft tone from earlier. “I’m not going to pounce you. A true gentleman always shows restraint.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and accepted his words as a sign her first lesson had officially started. “No pouncing. Got it.”

Choosing to hold back the first comment that flew to his lips, Kyoya instead removed a hand from his pocket and offered it out. Surprise flashed over her features, and timidly she accepted his hand. He could feel the natural heat of her body; his fingers curling around hers as he turned and led her towards the couches.

Dropping rather gracefully onto the soft cushions, he waited those few seconds for Haruhi to do the same; then turned slightly to face her. “We’re only going to cover what you’re going to need to know for your session, okay?”

With the polite distance between them gone, Haruhi could feel her nervousness rise up into her throat. The knowledge that any moment now he was going to start kissing her was making her cheeks flush to an almost uncomfortable level. Not trusting herself to speak, she only nodded in answer.

Kyoya pursed his lips together as he swallowed the groan that threatened his throat. The sight of Haruhi all flushed like that was having a stronger effect than Kyoya had been expecting. Gritting his teeth against his body’s reaction he pushed a small breath between his lips and leaned into her.

Thanks to their previous encounter Haruhi knew enough this time to meet Kyoya, their lips touching again for the first time since Tuesday. He was exactly as she’d remembered; those soft lips warm against hers. In an attempt to curb the butterfly feeling, she slowly let her eyes drop closed. So far, this wasn’t so bad.
He carried their chaste kiss for a few seconds before parting his lips and slipping his tongue between his teeth to brush over her bottom lip. Her gasp was sharp, and exactly the invitation he wanted as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Haruhi barely had time to process that they were kissing again, when she felt his tongue sweeping her lip. The gasp had been an instant reaction, done without thought. She really didn’t mean to invite him into her mouth. But now that she had, she could feel her grasp on the situation start to slip.

This kiss was more clumsy than their last one, as each tried to learn each other. On the first clash of teeth Kyoya pulled back quickly, his tongue darting over his upper row as though to check for damage. “Point number two. Avoid that at all costs.”

Haruhi winced, mirroring his action. “Sorry Sempai. I’m still getting used to this.”

It was an honest apology, and Kyoya accepted it as such. Having confirmed nothing was chipped he exhaled a slow and heavy sigh, bringing a hand up to lightly pinch the bridge of his nose. “I suspect there’s only one way this is going to work.”

The statement seemed so abstract to their situation that Haruhi’s brows furrowed as she attempted to connect it. When she couldn’t, she shook her head slowly to show her confusion.

Dropping his hand back to his thigh he let the silence fall for a moment or two before breaking it. “You need to let me lead.”

“Is that a reference to dancing?” Haruhi questioned, a flat tone creeping into her words.

Kyoya shrugged. “Sure, if that’s how you want to think of it. In dancing the man leads and the lady follows. Kissing is really no different.”

She considered his words, than nodded. “I suppose that makes sense. I think I can follow.”

“Good.” Replied Kyoya. “That will probably make this easier.”

Not giving her much of a chance to reply, he cupped her cheek in his palm and guided her mouth back to his. There was no hesitation this time as she parted her lips for him; and he was quick to accept the invitation as his tongue swept through her mouth.

There was something very different in the way Kyoya was kissing her now. What had started as gentle and soft was now hard and demanding. There was pressure behind his lips, and a want to duel on his tongue. Eager to match that, or at least to try, Haruhi met the unspoken challenge and intertwined her tongue with Kyoya’s. The effect was instant as jolts of pleasure flared throughout her body. It brought a low moan from her throat, which Kyoya practically devoured.

The more Haruhi kissed back, the harder Kyoya pushed. It had not taken the girl long to learn the rhythm of this dance, and he found that thrilling. He matched that moan with a low growl of his own; his other hand rising to thread through those short, silky brown locks.

Haruhi was completely lost. Between the incredible sensations of his tongue and fingers she barely knew which way was up. His fingers had moved from her cheek to her neck, where he was lightly teasing and rubbing over her heated skin. Wanting more, she tipped back her head, breaking their kiss into gasping, breathy pants.

At the loss of her lips Kyoya groaned, eyes rapidly opening to see what the cause was. Instantly he wished he hadn’t. Haruhi’s head was thrown back, a dusty rose painted over her nose and cheeks. Those kiss-swollen lips glistened and through the cotton of her t-shirt he could see her chest rise and fall with every pant. It was one of the most arousing sights he had ever seen, and Kyoya was quick to stop himself from verbally saying so. He knew he needed to regain control of this; but he felt that was as possible as holding a moonbeam in his palms. Abandoning all reason and thoughts of regret he closed the distance between them again and harshly claimed her inexperienced mouth with a searing kiss.

There was no holding back that heavy, wanton moan Kyoya’s kiss ripped from her throat. The way his tongue dueled with hers was making the girl dizzy, and extremely hot. Her body felt as though it was burning, and the only cure was going to come from him. Seeking that cure, she laid a palm against his cheek, swallowing her frustration at finding his skin just as hot as hers.

Kyoya leaned into that touch, groaning softly at the contact. He had not realized how badly he wanted Haruhi to touch him until that moment. Taking that as a sign that she wanted more he lightly pushed against her.

Haruhi fell back against the soft cushions, taking a short moment to fill her lungs with much needed air again before locking her lips with his. Her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, nails raking over the soft skin she found there; earning herself another thrilling growl. She matched that with a soft moan of her own.

Accommodating to their new position Kyoya shifted his weight as he now lay over Haruhi, letting his knees on either side of her hips and hands on either side of her shoulders carry his bulk. In this position he could now feel every tremble and small shudder he wrought from her. Each and every one went straight to his arousal; that hardened length straining painfully against its silken prison. In an attempt to ease some of that discomfort he ground his hips into Haruhi’s, unable to stop the gasp and primal groan that fell from his lips.

Instinctively her hips arched to meet his, head rolling back against the soft cushions as she gasped his given name sharply. The informality was lost to her as she leveraged her hands on his neck to quickly navigate his mouth back to hers. It didn’t matter that this was Kyoya Ootori she was kissing, or the fact that he was currently following through with his threat from the last time they were in this position. All that mattered to her right now was the way his tongue moved to send deep shivers down her spine, and those small but firm thrusts that fuelled the desire through her entire body, and the vibrations from his pocket that heightened her aroused senses – wait. Vibrations?

Kyoya brought their kiss to a harsh close, growling a mix of anger and frustration. Pulling back to sit on his knees he ripped the vibrating phone from his jean pocket and eyed the caller I.D. A rather un-Kyoya-like curse flew from his lips as he flipped open the device and growled. “This had better be good…”

Haruhi watched through fuzzy eyes as Kyoya shifted to answer the offending phone. Obviously it was something important, as he was quick to remove himself entirely from the couch to continue his call. In a mixed way she didn’t understand, Haruhi was both thankful and frustrated for the interruption. She had never intended for things to go this far between them, and yet…

Slowly she raised a hand to her lips, tracing over them lightly with the pads of her fingers. She had been so willing; and he had been quite the experience to kiss. It was clear, even with her limited knowledge, that kissing was obviously something Kyoya Ootori was very good at. Thoughts of a certain first-year blonde crept slowly into the brunette’s mind and she was quick to dismiss them. The thought of someone else kissing Kyoya was one she refused to entertain. Again she briefly questioned where this new-found jealousy had come from; and quickly dismissed that also. Jealous was the one thing she refused to be. With that thought in mind she moved back into a sitting position, using her fingers like a comb to help straighten out those short locks. This was just business between them. Nothing more.

With space between them again Kyoya found his logic and reason quickly returning to him. Mentally he cursed himself for letting things go as far as they did, vowing to never let it happen ever again. Outwardly he carried a simple conversation with an overly excited best friend wanting to discuss party plans. Gritting his teeth, Kyoya acknowledged that bringing Renge in to help with the arrangements would be a good idea; and confirmed that he would handle the scheduling. It seemed that was all Tamaki had to discuss, for the call was quick to end after that.

Phone still in his palm he exhaled a heavy breath and attempted to put his brain back together. The pain and pressure from early had not dispersed, and for a fleeting moment he thought about taking Haruhi back into his arms and picking up right where they’d left off. With a firm resolve, he mentally shook his head to such foolishness. The lingering effects were his problem to deal with now. Pushing anything further with her now, would be going beyond the point of this lesson. He’d already pushed the boundary enough. Raking a hand through his hair, he adjusted his glasses then turned to face Haruhi; that signature hosting smile parting his lips. “My apologies for that, Haruhi.” He let what he was actually apologizing for lay unspoken between them. “I think we’re done for today’s lesson, so perhaps we should start on that homework?”

Not having another option Haruhi silently nodded in agreement, rising slowly to her feet. It was going to be a miracle if she were able to focus on her homework; but she had to give him credit for trying to keep this business and on track. After all, she had not missed the faint rose that still coloured his cheeks, or the way his breath still came in shallow pants. It was just safer for her not to say anything; as she knew she was in the same state.

A miracle, indeed.

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A/N: I know I’ve been told that forgiveness and apologies are not necessary, but I feel like I should give them anyway! I really did try to get this chapter written and posted in a timely fashion. Unfortunately though, it was not an easy chapter to write. But, here it is! As always, I appreciate your patience while I threatened my difficult muses and any/all feedback is welcome!

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