Further

Further

A/N: Hello, everyone! Nice to see you all. This is your authoress Tara speaking. First off, I wanna start with the disclaimer (classic way to start a fic, after all)— I do not own Ouran High Host Club. All I own is a smutty mind.

So, anyways, getting to it, this DOES contain spoilers from the third volume. If you want to be surprised, DON’T READ!

That being said, the reason for the title “Further” is because the first part of the fic is taken almost directly from the beach chapter. I just reworked it a little to make it seem a little bit more full-bodied and not a direct transcript.

(Pst. The reason for the minor tag is because Haruhi is sixteen and Kyoya is seventeen, their canon ages. Just wanted to clear that up.)

Reviews are welcome and very much appreciated. Not flames, though. Flames will result in deletion, sorry about that. If you can’t find a way to constructively express your dislike for my fic, then I’m not sure if I want your concrit anyways. Nyah!

Well, on with the fic, then.

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Haruhi retched one more into the toilet. With a blatant look of disgust, she pulled the handle and down the vomit went. She went over to the sink, cupped her hands under the water, and the liquid pooled in her hands. She rinsed her mouth out before blotting at her lips with a nearby hand towel.

“Whew,” murmured Haruhi. “But I do feel better. That was a waste, though. I wonder how much a plate of crab costs,” she mused to herself, turning the knob to open the door. Then she remembered with a rush of embarrassment that she just ran into the nearest room.

Oh, well, she thought. This must be someone’s, so I’ll just apologize. She glanced over at the nearby tea table—snobby rich folks custom, I suppose, thought Haruhi— and noticed the glasses resting on it.

“Are you done?” came a voice. It was flat, deep, and like all the people in the mansion(including the servants!), it was laced at the corners with something that Haruhi was never quite able to put her finger on. She called it “refinement,” or sometimes it even seemed like “pedigree.”

A young man just strode into the room, in that elegant way that all rich people possessed. At first glance, Haruhi couldn’t recognize him. At first she thought it was Nekozawa, minus the angry cat puppet and cape. But that idea was quickly dashed with logic, as ideas often are. For one thing, this man was only wearing a pair of pajama bottoms, unless you counted the towel slug around his head. The teenager— at least, that’s what Haruhi assumed, since he looked to be about her age— was attempting to dry his wet hair, letting the messy bangs drip. A water bottle hung idly from between two fingers. The young man’s dark eyes pierced hers in a distinctly bored way.

Haruhi blushed slightly, dodging past the unrecognizable man and heading for the door.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk into a stranger’s room! But I cleaned up your bathroom!” she called, not even able to glance over her shoulder out of embarrassment.

“Hey!” called the young man, slightly alarmed. “It’s me. Kyoya,” he insisted, picking up the glasses from the table and holding them up to his eyes as proof. Haruhi looked back and was surprised.

“Ahh... right, Kyoya, sorry,” she said, her blush still faint but visible. Kyoya looked amused. Haruhi changed the subject quickly.

“Kyoya, where is everyone?” she asked, re-entering the room.

“They established the ‘Committee For Finding Out Nekozawa’s True Identity’ and began harassing him,” he said dryly. “Bothersome, if you ask me. I was just showering,” he added.

A slight pause followed.

“Well, what about you?” he asked her. “Are you going to apologize to Tamaki?”

Haruhi rubbed her temples and sighed. “I’m sorry. I seem to have worried everyone.”

Kyoya gave a little shrug and unscrewed his bottle of water. “I wasn’t worried,” he said bluntly, taking a sip.

“Really?” asked Haruhi.

“I had to stop the twins from beating those b...” he caught himself. “...creeps,” he continued, stressing this word, “to death. I also had to send flowers to the customers as an apology.”

Haruhi gulped. “That must’ve been a lot of trouble,” she commented, looking a little guilty, “are the flowers added to my debt?”

Kyoya shifted slightly. He set his water on the table and took a couple steps toward her. Haruhi didn’t think anything of it. She was used to much more from Hikaru alone, anyways.

“Never mind that,” he said. The space between them was almost nothing. Haruhi reminded herself she was used to this; after all, Tamaki had offered her kisses and invaded her personal space many a time. Then she realized that suddenly his voice had changed. It was lower... huskier. “Since we have the opportunity, Haruhi, would you like to do something else?” he asked her, softly, the gentleman aura melting away from him.

Haruhi blinked. “Somthin’ else?” she repeated, in her unrefined accent.

“Yes, Haruhi.”

“Like what?” she asked, slightly nervous. Haruhi was not used to this kind of attention from Kyoya. He usually stayed a good two feet, at least, apart from her. Now, though, he was leaning down and in her face. If he descended just a few more centimeters, he would be able to touch their lips together. His arms were up above her head, against the wall she was leaning against; this position had her almost shut in a little bubble; wall, her, Kyoya.

“Like men and women do?”

“Ehh?”

Kyoya winced at the childish sound, but didn’t let that spoil the mood. His eyes took on a more intense stare, right into her eyes. He pushed her onto the bed without warning. He dimmed the lights and hovered over her. Their legs tangled together, and with one quick movement, Kyoya took each of her wrists in each of his hands, in a surprisingly gentle grip.

“You can pay for the flowers with your body,” he said in a whisper. “You say that being a man or a woman doesn’t matter. As a man, I could go after you... anytime I wanted. As a woman, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

He said this all in a deadly serious calm. Haruhi was mildly alarmed, but told herself that this was Kyoya, for god’s sake. The chances were that he was “teaching her a lesson.”

“I think it might be time to rethink your naivete, hm? Just remember, Haru,” he said, stressing this familiarity, “that your inclination to act natural is fine. It’s a mistake to keep your guard down. You never know when something might come along that you just might’ve been able to prevent if only you had been more alert,” he reminded her.

“Kyoya,” she said, gazing blankly up at him as he pinned her down in this compromising situation. Kyoya raised one eyebrow in a questioning manner, pursing his lips as if to dare her to continue.

“You wouldn’t do this. You have nothing to gain from me,” she said, blinking.

Kyoya smiled. It was a cold smile that caused Haruhi to fill with dread.

“Nothing to gain, eh?” he asked, mimicking her. “You seem to misunderstand, my dear Haruhi,” he said. His smile faded in a blink. He leant down and whispered into her ear...

“I have everything to gain.”

Haruhi was seriously disturbed now. Kyoya didn’t seem like himself, and the uncomfortable-looking bulge that was evident in his pants was enough to confirm it.

“What...” she gasped, but she was cut short by a sudden kiss.

She struggled at first. This was her first real kiss— with Kyoya. The accidental kiss from the girl that won the most at a gambling game last Christmas was just that... an accident. To think, she was laying on Kyoya’s bed, snogging him! Oddly enough, Haruhi had always thought that her first kiss would’ve been with Tamaki.

Kyoya broke away and glared down at her.

“Haruhi, for your well-being, I think you should cease struggling. There are plenty of places I could dish out punishment and nobody will ever catch on.”

Haruhi’s eyes widened. She nodded her head just a fraction of a centimeter. Kyoya smiled and nodded.

“Good girl. Now, sit back and enjoy it...”

Haruhi felt her mouth taken over by Kyoya again. She gulped and tried to kiss him back, tried to make this less uncomfortable. Kyoya almost purred with delight at her cooperation. He made the kiss deeper, and somehow it turned erotic. He tilted his head to form their mouths in a perfect fit. Haruhi moaned as Kyoya began to lap at her open mouth. His tongue dipped into her wet cavern, enticing the girl for more— make her want this....

Kyoya felt that she trusted him enough— or was at least intoxicated enough with his kiss— to carry on. First, he brought his hand down from her wrists to slowly slide the frilly little straps of her sun dress off her shoulder.

One slid off. Then the other. Haruhi willingly slipped her arms out from their cloth holes. Kyoya moved away from her lips, leaving a trail of kisses down to her neck. There he bit and suckled at the soft flesh, relishing the way that underneath him, he was giving Haruhi so much pleasure. She gasped when he began to suck at her collarbone. Miraculously, she didn’t even notice it when he managed to slide the entire sun dress from her body, tossing it aside. The act left her almost nude.

Kyoya dipped his head down further, into the hollow between her collarbones, tonguing it. Haruhi’s stomach tightened at the sensation.

Kyoya only paused there momentarily. Soon he was tracing a path down her chest and into the little valley of her breasts. First he licked the slight mounds clean, deliberately avoiding the place that offered the best pleasure. He moved and gave her left breast the same treatment as her right. Haruhi whimpered slightly, a quiet plea for more. Kyoya smiled slightly but complied.

He bit down, somewhat hard, onto her nipple. Haruhi let out a cry, much to Kyoya’s delight. He sucked on the hard nub, running his teeth along it. He pulled her nipple slightly, causing the younger teen to sigh happily.

Kyoya smiled slightly and moved downward further. He stopped at her pelvis, his smile turning into a smirk. She wore a pair of innocent, practical underwear; these were yellow and blue. He chuckled a little and slipped them off.

“Kyoya...” Haruhi sighed.

“Haruhi. A little... excited, are we?” he asked her, slightly amused at the fluid that had gathered at her entrance. He tapped one long finger against her clit with a sudden swift movement. Haruhi arched her back a little with a gasp of surprise.

He dragged his finger down her slit, pausing only to roll the petals of her cunt between his index finger and thumb. Haruhi had begun to breathe heavily.

He repeated this movement many times, each time dipping his finger deeper into her; noting all the little places of skin that would’ve been missed if he had simply taken her with a good, hard fucking.

Kyoya took his time teasing her, deliberately avoiding her clit. He traced designs and languid, looping paths around her private area. He had turned her body into his personal amusement park.

He soon grew tired of Haruhi’s pleading whimpers and moans. He finally dipped one finger into her vagina.

“Ohh...” Haruhi moaned, elated. Kyoya smirked and began to explore her inner cavern, figuring out all the little nooks and crannies to form a mental map. He added another finger once she was sufficiently stretched out, and then another, before he really began his assault.

He pumped his fingers and and out of her, flicking her clitoris with one other hand. He rubbed against her g-spot sparingly, earning his cries of pleasure and frustration. Finally, after maybe a minute of this vicious action, he finally sensed her orgasm. She clamped down on his fingers, and he pushed her over the edge by slipping his fingers out of her and replacing it with his tongue.

“Kyoya...” Haruhi whispered as she arched her back in sheer ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut. The force of her orgasm was so strong she was forced nearly upright. Kyoya kept licking and sucking for all he was worth. Finally, she came down from her high.

Kyoya smiled and removed his tongue from her tight pussy with a slight wet sound. He licked his fingers of her juices, which were slick and clear. He smirked at her and slipped next to her on the bed.

“Like that, princess?” he asked, nuzzling her neck. Haruhi smiled tiredly.

“Very much. Thank you, Kyoya.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, propping himself up and laying with his hands splayed behind him, leaning his weight against them. “I mean, really, don’t mention it. You know the others would kill us for—. Haruhi. What’re you... ohh!” he moaned, as suddenly his pants and boxers were yanked down and Haruhi engulfed his cock, which was almost painfully hard. He moaned again slightly, leaning back and letting her diligently suck him off.

He had thought that the slightest touch would’ve set him off, but he was wrong. Haruhi didn’t give him a chance to, with all the little tricks she was doing. She pumped him with her hand, while simultaneously sucking at the head. She could only get down about halfway his eight inches.

She continued this brisk pace for only a few moments before he erupted in her mouth with a hoarse, low moan. Haruhi gladly took as much as she could, letting the rest dribble down her chin with a smile.

Kyoya, worn out a now limp, beckoned her to join him. She did, settling down next to him. Kyoya wrapped an arm around her shoulder, placing him in the little crevasse of his neck where they fit perfectly together.

“Mm... very nice,” he said with a slight smile, turning his head wearily to look at her.

“Yeah. I was disappointed you didn’t let me ride you this time, though,” she said with a sigh.

“All in due time,” he said with that pleasant little smile of his.

“Oh, and Haruhi... I don’t think you need to worry about the flowers anymore.”


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Hi again! Thanks for reading. By the way, if you didn’t understand the end part, this is NOT Kyoya and Haruhi’s first time together. I think they’re just being a little kinky and making it seem like Kyoya was forcing her. I don’t think he really is. But if you want to think so, go ahead. I don’t mind. Haruhi sure seems to be enjoying it, though. By the way, Haruhi was just getting extremely in-character when it was said that it was her first kiss; they’ve probably kissed a lot before.

However, this does introduce a nice little foreshadowing for sequels. Who knows, I might just do something with Tamaki/Haru, since it’s a pairing that I also like. I might even do the Hitachiin brothers if enough people like this. It’s all up to you, dear readers!

Edit, Jan. 11 '06: Thank you all my readers! ^____^ I'm so glad you all like it, even if I personally don't think it's anywhere near my best. I'm working hard at a Twins/Haruhi pairing, to hone my skills as a lemon writer. I'm currently just starting the good part of the Twins/Haru fic. I really hope you guys will read it.