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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 Nine: “Refreshing Jealousy”
“Can I get any of you ladies some more tea?”
Renge buried her smile into the pages of the leather-bound black book in her hands, and continued on her path past the small group of guests Haruhi was currently entertaining. So far, things at the Ouran Host Club were going well. Something Renge was most grateful for.
She had not been expecting Kyoya to join her for lunch earlier that day, bringing him the news that he would be handing Renge his usual club duties and overseeing of the club today. She had accepted the responsibility eagerly; both proud and flattered that he trusted her enough to assign such a task to the younger girl. She had not been able to shake the grin off her face for the rest of the day.
“If I didn’t know any better,” the younger Hitachiin’s voice broke through her thoughts, forcing her eyes quickly to his. “I would say you look like the cat that ate the bird.”
“Mmm, yes.” Agreed Kaoru, stepping up beside his brother. “Care to let us in on the secret?”
Snapping closed the book Renge shook her head with a playful smile. “I don’t want to, and you can’t make me.”
The brothers exchanged side glances with each other, then looked back at the girl. The worried look that now covered her features was not difficult to miss; and the brothers could not stop the predatory grins from parting their lips.
“Say Kaoru?” Hikaru questioned, each word carefully wrapped around a false sense of trust. “That sounds like a challenge to me. What do you think?”
“Definitely.” Replied Kaoru, dropping his tone to match that of his younger siblings. “A challenge, indeed.”
“Challenge?” Echoed Renge, taking a noticeable step back from the brothers. “What-“
The rest of her words were cut off as the twins stepped up to her swiftly, one laying a hand on her shoulder while the other rested on the middle of her back. At the base of her spine Renge could feel their other hands meeting; fingers intertwined against the material of her school dress. Renge was barely able to swallow down the gaspy breath that caught in her throat; but was not so successful with the hot blush that spread rapidly over her cheeks. Unable to do little else with it she hugged that precious book to her chest; and let her gaze dance between the two little devils.
Never before had she been so aware of the two Hitachiin brothers. Even through their regular school uniforms she could feel the natural heat of their lean, but well maintained bodies. Their expensive cologne had a faint scent of spice to it that caressed Renge’s nose with every shallow breath she took. It was very easy to see why they had such the fanbase that they did!
On Renge’s right, Hikaru’s wolfish grin spread wider still as he dipped down slightly to nuzzle into Renge’s neck; causing the blonde to barely bury down her squeak. “We take challenges,” he whispered against her burning skin gently, “very seriously.”
“Very, indeed.” Added Kaoru, exactly mirroring his brother’s actions and speech.
Renge was confident the only reason she hadn’t fallen to the floor by now was because she was safely tucked between the same two that were currently tormenting her. Never before had she been so thankful for the long skirt hiding how badly her legs were shaking. Sure she’d seen the brother’s in action before, so to speak, but that had always been with each other. This was the first time she’d known them to bring another into their game.
Under the weight of every jealous stare from each of the club’s guests Renge squeaked again, her eyes slamming closed to block out the room. Those soft ticklish breaths still assaulted her neck, sending small shivers of electricity down her spine. That blush deepened even further when she heard those devilish twins chuckle.
Whatever they were about to say next was immediately interrupted by the familiar shriek of Tamaki. “Hikaru! Kaoru! Just what do you think you’re doing?!”
Feeling the brothers put some space between her and them Renge breathed a small sigh of relief and opened her eyes. Before her stood Tamaki, arms madly flailing about as he ranted and raved about all the things the Hitachiin’s had just done wrong. Although grateful for his timely rescue, Renge found that she could not focus on the club’s president. Not with the way Kyoya stood, looking almost smug behind the still-spazing blonde.
A smirk danced behind those lensed eyes, flirting almost dangerously with the corners of his mouth. His stance may have pretended that he was sharing in Tamaki’s annoyance, especially with his arms folding across his chest like so; but Renge was wiser than that. There was almost an air of satisfaction surrounding him. An air that she didn’t like.
Feeling as though she’d just been used in a game she wasn’t even aware she was playing Renge narrowed her eyes slightly and took a forceful step away from the brothers. Her irritation grew further when Kyoya held out an expectant hand silently. Now making a small disgruntled sound she removed the precious book from its safe place and handed it to Kyoya.
“Thank you, but that was not what I wanted.” The raven haired teen commented, letting that smirk further part his lips.
Renge could feel the blush return, mouth soundlessly opening and closing much like that of a fish’s. If he didn’t want the book, was that offered hand for her? Renge did not have long to ponder over these inner thoughts before the teen in question’s voice sharply reminded Tamaki and the brothers of their rudeness in not entertaining the club’s guests. Remembering Kyoya’s reason for handing over his duties today, Renge waited until the others had left them alone before frowning slightly. “And what about your lady, Kyoya?”
In a well-rehearsed action he adjusted his glasses, then flipped open the book to skim Renge’s daily entries. “Unfortunately she’s running late today. Seems I didn’t have to hand things over to you after all. But,” He paused to look over the top of the book at her. “I’m glad I did anyway.” Closing the book he handed it back to her. “Over-all, you’ve done a very good job. You still need to build your immunity to the twins though.”
A rare but slightly sinister smile parted Kyoya’s lips; and Renge felt her earlier anger rise. How dare he!! She was not some pawn for him to play with as he saw fit! Her mouth opened to say as such, and she was instantly silenced.
“Not all lessons are conventional. You would do well to remember that.” Onyx eyes darted past her to eye the lady now standing in the doorway, before returning to settle on Renge. “Now, if you’ll excuse me?”
It was a question that did not require a proper answer as Renge nodded and Kyoya walked away to greet his guest. To his fleeting frame Renge smiled, and slowly shook her head. Around here, every day felt like a new adventure.
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With the bitter afterthought of the afternoon still on her mind Haruhi whipped open the curtain to the changing room and dropped her bag of casual wear on the floor, drawing the curtain closed behind her. She wished she could have had the satisfaction of slamming a door at this point; perhaps it would release the heighted ire that fired through her veins.
Another wave of envious anger rose up, and this time she took it out on her school tie; firming yanking the tail of the garment to loosen it from around her neck. Giving it a swift pull she slipped it from her shirt’s collar, dropping it to the stool beside her. How dare he!
Haruhi’s afternoon had been going quite well for her, much to her own surprise. She found that if she pushed back the thoughts of her private session later, she was able to focus on the tasks at hand. Thankfully her classes had been easy, and her host club guests had been low maintenance. All in all, she had been enjoying her day. Until she made the mistake of searching the club room for a certain glasses-wearing, raven haired vice president. Why she felt the sudden need to see him, Haruhi did not know. But when her eyes finally settled upon Kyoya, she could not stop the jealousy from rising.
He’d been standing beside a blonde that Haruhi did not recognize, their hands practically touching as they focused intently on something outside the window. Kyoya’s lips were parted in a full smile, and the lady standing beside him was laughing about something. Haruhi knew she should have looked away, but found that she could not take her eyes off the sight they had found.
Then Kyoya did something Haruhi had not been expecting. From within the inner pocket of his school jacket he withdrew one of the club’s white envelopes, and passed it to his guest. Haruhi had continued to watch as the lady opened the object to remove the paper within; a heavy blush colouring her cheeks. For an unexplainable reason Haruhi could feel her eyes narrow at that moment; and her jealousy rose another notch. Since when were envelopes passed to clientele? And what had Kyoya written, to make his guest blush so?
Having seen enough, Haruhi finally tore her eyes away and focused once again on her own guests. Yet she found that regardless of the passing time, she could not shake that distracting mix of anger and jealousy that filled her darker thoughts. With these emotions came questions Haruhi was still trying to find answers for; so long now after they’d closed their doors to their guests. Who was the lady; and what did she mean to Kyoya? And more importantly, why did Haruhi care?
The frustration at having none of those answers came quickly to the young girl as she stood alone in the changing room; and she turned to attack the buttons on her snowy school shirt. She probably would have continued in this fashion had someone not cleared their throat outside her dressing room, catching her attention. Forcing a calming breath past her lips, she responded to the other. “Sorry. I’ll be right out.”
“You don’t have to on my account.” Came Kyoya’s reply, followed by a soft chuckle. “Please, take your time.”
The usual arrogance that filled those words re-kindled that toxic mix of emotions from earlier. Abandoning the thought of changing, Haruhi turned to face the curtain; and yanked open the material. “Something you need, Kyoya-sempai?”
The air of anger around her was so thick that Kyoya could practically taste it. Where the heck had it come from? When he’d earlier laid eyes on the brown haired cross dresser she’d been all smiles and laughter with her guests. It didn’t make sense that now she was fuming mad. On their own accord his eyes narrowed slightly. Had Tamaki done something to upset Haruhi?
“Kyoya-sempai?” Haruhi spoke carefully, finding the dark look that now filled Kyoya’s eyes was one that she did not much care for. It did not matter that she did not know what caused such a look. An angry Kyoya was never a pleasant thing; and Haruhi was in no mood to deal with Kyoya in such a state. This dressing room was only big enough for one angry person.
Snapping his attention back to Haruhi, Kyoya raised a hand to lightly rub at his temple; as if attempting to sooth a raging headache. “Sorry.” The apology was curt, but tone genuine. “I wanted to check in with you in regards to tonight, and see how you were doing.”
How she was doing? That was unexpected. After Tamaki’s interrupting phone call on Saturday, it was as if her private client did not exist. True to the plan their attention had been switched to Haruhi’s homework, and they spent the rest of the afternoon translating the English Language passage she’d been given. Why was he asking now didn’t make sense.
But still… He was asking her. Despite the unexplainable dark emotions, even Haruhi had to accept that meant Kyoya was concerned about her. The least she could do was be honest with him. Not bothering to mask the sigh, she raked five fingers through those short locks. “I’m nervous; and I kinda just want to get this all over with.”
“Fair enough.” Kyoya stated softly; giving her a firm singular nod. “I shall leave you to it then.”
He turned away from her, and the scene from earlier flashed through Haruhi’s mind. That had been a real smile on his lips! Not one of the fake ones their clients usually saw. The desire to have him smile at her like that rose so quickly that Haruhi barely had time to question why; before she was reaching for him.
“Wait!” Her fingers curled around his wrist, stopping him from moving. At the last second she remembered her manners, and spoke past the crimson that coloured her cheeks. “Please?”
Kyoya had stopped instantly in his tracks the second he felt her fingers against his bare wrist. She did not need to ask him to wait. Those midnight eyes trailed slowly up from where her fingers curled, to settle on those wide orbs of brown. Obviously she had surprised herself with such a bold action; and Kyoya could not stop his brow from arching in silent question.
Every drop of moisture was gone from Haruhi’s mouth, and no matter how many times she swallowed she could not seem to generate the lubrication she needed. She had never meant to grab Kyoya – She just wanted his attention. She wanted to see him smile at her. The why was still unexplainable, but Haruhi knew nothing she could do would ease that want.
Under her fingertips she could feel the blood pound through his veins. Was he suddenly nervous that Haruhi had reached for him? It was not the first time there had been physical contact between them. Quickly her mind filled with flashed memories from Saturday, and instantly Haruhi’s cheeks heated again. In comparison, what was her hand on his wrist really?
Kyoya knew he should pull his hand back, but found that he did not have the willpower to do so. Something about Haruhi’s fingers against his bare flesh was soothing. As if it were settling an ache Kyoya didn’t even know he had. Slowly and deliberately he dragged his tongue over his lips, before parting them. “Haruhi?” He prompted softly, unsure of what it was that he was really asking for.
“I’m sorry Sempai.” Haruhi’s voice cracked, but her grip stayed firm. “But I think I need a refresher.”
Kyoya’s breath caught in his throat as his brain scrambled over those words. A refresher – On what? Saturday’s lesson may have been cut short, but surely he had been more than thorough in showing Haruhi what she needed to know. Was she really asking him for what he thought she was? Slowly Kyoya forced that caught air from his throat, and dropped closed his eyes a moment.
Okay. He could do that.
When he brought the world back into focus, he could clearly see the ball of mixed emotions that filled Haruhi’s gaze. Kyoya met all of that with a smile ghosting over his lips as he turned around to fully face her. His free hand rose to cradle her cheek as he stepped towards her, closing the acceptable distance between them. “Very well then.”
Haruhi gasped softly as Kyoya’s lips brushed over hers with each carefully whispered word. It was almost surreal, how easily he’d stepped into her space and how quickly she’d let him. Kyoya’s thumb slipped under her chin, and Haruhi gladly tipped her face up to accept his lips fusing against hers. The dark emotions from earlier were gone as his tongue swept through her mouth, eagerly tasting all that she had to offer. The unison of their mouths muffled the soft moan she could not stop.
For some unexplainable – yet undeniable reason the world always seemed just right when Kyoya was kissing her. It didn’t even matter that she’d not gotten the smile she’d so desperately craved. Haruhi was getting something much better.
It took every ounce of what little willpower Kyoya had left to not take things beyond the simplicity of their kiss. With Haruhi standing before him in nothing but her thin undershirt and black pants, it would not be difficult to push for more. Her body had tucked firmly against his, allowing him to experience each little pant and soft moan he earned. All of this went straight to his pants; and he found that unforgiving garment to be tight and now too uncomfortable. She may have wanted a refresher; but he was about to push for more if he did not rein this in… Somehow.
It was the need for breath that forced them to part, both panting in deep breaths of air as they eyed each other. Haruhi’s eyes were glossy, lips parted as she moistened them with quick flicks of her tongue. In an attempt to keep his groan of want to himself, Kyoya drew his lip between his teeth a moment, before speaking.
“Is that what you wanted?”
Although it was a simple question, his tone sent shivers down Haruhi’s spine. It was almost seductive, and it made her want to claim his lips once again and pick up where they’d left off. Pushing a deep breath of air from her lungs she ignored thoughts of continuing and instead nodded slowly to his question. “Thank you.”
One eyebrow rose over the rim of those glasses; and Kyoya suddenly regretted his decision to kiss her.
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