Here comes the Rain again

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the OHSHC characters, nor do I make money off them. I just like to dress them up and play doctor with them from time to time. They might seem OOC, don’t flame, give me a little artistic license. Enjoy!

Here Comes the Rain Again~

The music room was empty, the glittering chandeliers dark. The host club long since gone for the day, no customers remaining to be catered to. Haruhi, leaned against the double doors sighing heavily. Just her luck. The sky had taken on an ominous cast this morning, and while she had hoped beyond hope that the weather would hold until she got home, she hadn’t been fortunate enough for it.

Not wanting to trouble her friends from the club, she’d conveniently offered to assist in the library putting books away on the highly polished shelves. As she did so she’d uttered a nearly unending litany to the heavens not to open the rage of the storm. It hadn’t worked. Now, three hours later, she stood alone in the darkened room. The room, she knew so well, the room that brought her joy.

At the moment it only served to make her more melancholy. Beyond the tall windows, the wind lashed and howled. Rain pelted the windows with the ferocity of tiny stones, clicking against the glass. She shivered, knowing that the far off rumbles were steadily moving closer and soon, she’d be lost. Lost in that dark fearful world of the storm.

She crossed the room, her feet making no sound on the costly red carpeting. Her fingertips ghosted over the heavy drapes, wide brown eyes sweeping the dark clouds. She couldn’t make it home now. She had no other choice but take refuge here in this room. At least she’d be spared the mortification of being seen in her terrified state.

Reaching up, she tugged her tie loose and tossed it onto the all but forgotten piano. Her slim fingers grasped the drapes, preparing to pull them shut against the makings of her fear.

“Leave them” came a soft voice, a voice that she knew well.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the cloaked man near the doorway.

“Nekozawa sempai” she whispered, “I…I thought everyone had gone.”

Of course she had. He moved silently into the room, his dark robes swaying around him, his ever present and much beloved Beelnezef, nowhere in sight.

The head of the black magic club, Umehito Nekozawa remained a mystery to the student body at large. Even to his own devotees and he had more than a few.

He was lily pale, with flaxen hair and eyes as blue and placid as the summer sky. His beauty, he tucked away, hidden in the shadows of the darkness he loved so dearly.

It was too bad really, Haruhi had often though that he was incredibly handsome. He was widely feared and only the host club knew the gentleness of the soul beneath the robes.

The dark and lonely prince. The one that cast heated looks at her when they passed. That deep gaze conveying messages never spoken. She wondered now, why he was here.

“It is very late to wait for customers” he said as he approached her, his pale hands reaching to push his dark hood back and away from his face. His dark wig not present today. Haruhi blushed and stammered under the weight of his eyes.

“No… Its not that.” she assured him.

Nekozawa cocked his head as he studied her carefully, a small smile forming on his features.

“Then why, does a girl wait alone in a dark room?” he asked.

Haruhi gasped before she could stop herself. He knew? He’d called her a woman! He knew?

Stepping closer, his arm brushing against hers, a very cat like thing to do. He towered over her.

“I knew” he told her in that voice. He turned to look out the wide wall of windows, his proximity so close that she could feel his warmth through his robes. “I know many things.”

She stared up at him, taking in his profile, dimly lit by the faint light. He really was beautiful.

“You fear it” he said then, a simple statement and she felt that the shutters of her mind had been thrown open.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice as soft as his.

He let his eyes slide to the side to look at her before returning to the glass.

“The storm. You fear it”.

A loud clap of thunder sounded and she jumped despite herself. Her heart began to race and her wide eyes fell to the darkening glass. She wanted to run, to bolt to hide, but she didn’t. She stood, nearly frozen in place.

Nekozawa smiled softly, sadly.

“I love the storm” he told her then, “I can walk freely outside at times like this. The light doesn’t frighten me, doesn’t hurt me. In the storm I can be like anyone else. I can be like you and like them. Not feared. Everyone is afraid of me.”

Haruhi shook her head softly, “I’m not afraid of you.” Her voice soothed and reassured and the dark one looked down at her again, a strange smirk moving across his pretty features.

“I know,” he told her, “That’s why I’ve decided.”

She felt a strangely magnetic pull as she stared up at him. Like she always did. There was simply something about him, that invoked dark desires.

She blinked, trying to gather her thoughts, “Decided. Decided what?”

Another clap of thunder and even as she jumped back she collided with the hardness of his chest. He’d moved behind her so quickly, how had he done it without her seeing him? His arms came around her, his robes blocking the sight of the storm in the windows.

“You helped me little Haruhi,” he murmured to her, “And now, I will help you.”

She opened her mouth to ask a hundred questions, but he merely leaned down towards her upturned face, drawing the tip of his nose against her cheek, “Let me show you why I love the dark, let me show you the wonder of the storm.”

He was so near, his scent filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. His face tucked near her throat now, his warm breath sending waves of sensation over her chilled flesh.

The musk of male, the lingering sweetness of some exotic incense, and the crisp scent of the outdoors. They clung to him, they clung to her. She was nearly drunk from it.

“Have you…” she whispered, “Have you put a spell on me?” she asked.

Her body filled with a strange lethargy, his warmth seeping into her, the weight of his robes comforting. He chuckled then, a soft, dark sound.

“Not yet” he replied, “But Haruhi, I intend to enchant and bewitch you.” His words, like dark velvet caused heat to pool in her lower belly, a strange tingling beginning in her limbs.

A pale hand caressed her cheek, her eye lids fluttering.

“Will you” he asked, drawing his nose up to her ear, and then rubbing it against her own, “Give in to me? Let me have you, let me possess you?”.

And then she heard it, so soft she wondered who had said it. “Yes.” Her voice.

A flash of lightening streaked across the sky and in his cobalt eyes she saw the light, saw something that she suspected had always been there, but had never actually witnessed. Power. A confidence, he had seemed to lack before.

His mouth closed upon hers, pressing the upper and lower lips in turn. Nekozawa felt the plum flesh soften against his and threaded his long fingers in her short brown hair, angling her head, even has his canted expertly.

He slipped his tongue along the cushion of her lower lip, his fingers pressing lightly on her scalp, making her sigh in pleasure. And he plunged deeper.

Haruhi, felt the moist slide of his tongue and the tender pressure of his fingers. She could not stop the small sound of enjoyment that slipped from her. Her lips parted ever so slightly, but then Nekozawa’s tongue slid past her lips and teeth, to tap ever so lightly against hers.

The hint of touch, so expert, so skilled that a jolt of electricity seemed to rush through her body and she whimpered softly, timidly caressing his tongue in turn. Her first kiss, well her first real kiss. Gods how glorious it was. His velvety lips, his silken tongue, wreaking havoc on her thought process.

He pulled from her, allowing them both much needed air. She panted heavily and he smiled softly, reaching down to catch her hand in his own.

“Come then” he said simply and then they were walking into the dark magic club, the storm roared behind them.

The room was dark as always, scattered with candles. The drapes for once thrown open to the fury of the storm. The scent of incense lingering in the air to mate with the soft scent of heated wax, and lemon polish. Thunder struck once more, making the windows rattle.

Haruhi jumped once more at the sound of it, but Nekozawa effortlessly pinned her to the wall, his mouth fused to hers once more. The sound of the storm lessening and soon only the pounding of her own heart reached her. His pale hands pushed the jacket of her uniform off her shoulders, letting the pale blue material fall to the floor.

Her own hands were fisted in the material of his robes, his kiss hungry and dominating now. She, lost in the maelstrom of sensation. When his deft fingers began working on the buttons of her shirt, she found herself able to move again.

She tugged impatiently at his robes, earning a soft chuckle. His hands left her to lift the material up and away from himself. He was clad only in his white shirt and black slacks. His skin shone like a pearl in the candlelight.

Haruhi swallowed hard, her desire for him warring with her fear of the storm, blending on a dangerous edge. When thunder sounded again, she threw herself against him and he caught her easily. His arms wrapped around her, stronger than they looked.

“We can’t have that.“ he said quietly. One hand slid up her back into her hair, pulling her face back gently to expose the pale column of her throat.

His lips moved over her jaw, chastely, then roved over her delicate throat. His mouth opened on the cool flesh, the hotness of his mouth making her tremble. His tongue swept out to taste virgin flesh, his teeth scraped lightly, his lips tickled deliciously.

His free hand was at her front again, pulling small buttons from the holes, pulling her shirt free from the hold of her pants and belt. Until her camisole was revealed to his eyes. Her nipples, hard pebbles beneath the silky material. He pulled back to stare at them for moment, before unbuckling her belt and tugging her slacks down to puddle at her feet.

Pale pink panties to match the camisole greeted him. Her skin was soft and pale, though not as white as his own. It carried the barest kiss of the sunlight. Her fluted collarbone drew his attention and he traced graceful fingers over the fine arches.

Her cheeks carried the bloom of rose petals, from his touch, or shyness he wasn’t certain. He only knew that he liked her this way. The men of the host club were kind, he had no issue with them. But it seemed they were also fools. To let Haruhi alone. Under the care they gave, she had bloomed and blossomed and he himself had seen it all.

He saw many things that others did not. He sensed the loneliness within her that mere friendship could not ease. She longed. As he longed. Her longing crying out to him across the classrooms and hallways.

And then he looked at her, filling his mind’s eye with images of them, twisted in carnal bliss. And it seemed that she could read it there, for she’d blushed slightly and looked away. But she’d watched him when she thought he couldn’t see.

He felt her tiny hands reach for his shirt and let her undress his torso. The act seemed to calm her, for her heart raced so fast that even he could hear it. Her touch was gentle, uncertain, inflaming. Tracing over muscles that few expected him to have.

Suddenly she pulled her hand back to look up at him, her eyes wide and nervous. He reached out to stroke her lower lip.

“It’s alright Haruhi” he murmured, “I know what you want. I know what you need.” His mouth claimed hers again and she opened at once.

He growled softly as her tongue sought his for play and he let play at her leisure, before taking control once more and crushing her slight frame against his taller body. Her small breasts flattened against his chest, the hard pebbles brushing against him, making his lower half grow hard. She smelled of sunlight and tasted of peaches. He had to have more.

Her hands were sliding down his chest to tug at his belt. He wouldn’t allow that however, not yet. He caught bother her small wrists in one of his long fingered hands and pinned them to the wall above her head. The dominance of the action causing heat to flare in her loins. She felt a small surge of wetness answer.

His free hand slid down her side, caressing cool skin as he went, leaving heat in his wake. His mouth journeyed over her collarbone, lips ghosting over the silken fabric. His teeth grazed softly over the hard nipple hidden from view. Haruhi whimpered.

Nekozawa smirked against her heaving chest, she was so responsive and he’d barely started. He closed his mouth over the cloth covered nipple, wetting the material with his tongue, swirling around the peak and how she writhed against him.

Pulling back he let the cool air touch the wet material.

In his grasp Haruhi shivered, “Neko… Nekozawa sempai!” Her breath a ragged whisper.

He nipped the line of her jaw lightly, “Umehito” he corrected softly, his voice like dark chocolate melting over her flesh. Hot and decadent.

His clever hands stroked lower, finding the lace trimmed edge of the camisole and tugged it downward sharply before releasing it. The action causing the wet cloth to slide against her fevered flesh, abrading her nipple in a most delightful way.

“Ume... Umehito” she moaned, “Please…”

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was begging him for, but the man knew. His hand slid under the hem of the material, palm gliding over her smooth stomach to tease his knuckles against her ribs, even as his mouth dropped to devour hers once more.

His touch was light, teasing, drawing her temperature higher, making her long for more, ache for something more substantial. Flashes of light shot across the room, the low growl of thunder replaced by the low growl on the man kissing her. Kissing her with a skill that belied much of what she knew of him. A kiss that made her legs go weak and if he hadn’t held her wrists above her, she might have already been on the floor.

That grip. Strong, yet gentle and leaving no doubt that he was the conqueror this night. He sucked lightly on her lower lip, and once more that liquid pulse occurred in her lower belly. The flush of need covered her chest and neck now, her body no longer chilled in his hands.

She offered no protest as he pulled the camisole over her head, tossing it to the side carelessly. She moved to cover herself, but he pinned her hands again and she almost whimpered with relief. His authority soothed her. She had nothing to worry about, she merely had to let him take all he wanted. He would see to it. This thought pushed her niggling fears aside.

Umehito had two tasks at hand. One watching the storm and two watching Haruhi. His plan was to increase her pleasures at the peaks of the storm. To ease her fear of the storm by giving her something good to associate with the sounds of it. Reading storms was something he was very good at, the softer rumbles warning him of louder claps to come.

Of course, his own need was mounting and this made it just a little harder to concentrate. But he had said he would enchant her and bewitch her and that was exactly what he was doing. His fingers and mouth, even his voice and breath weaving a magical tapestry of sensation over her. Her trust in him would not waver after today, and perhaps she would understand his feelings.

His mouth latched onto her straining nipple even as the thunder boomed loudly around them. Her hands flew into his pale hair, cradling his marauding mouth to her chest. His tongue teased over the pert peak, before sucking the pebble hard; his hand toying with the other. Pinching and plucking until she let her head fall back against the wall and cried out.

He suckled from her like a newborn babe, alternating between breasts, laving them with loving strokes of his tongue. Haruhi thought she might pass out from the pleasure of it all. Her eyes tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, her breath coming in ragged pants.

Another low rumble and Umehito bit down lightly on her breast, causing her eyes to fly open as the thunder hit, the lightening washing over the scene of him devouring her. Her surprised cry rent the air around them, and Umehito soothed the flesh with his talented tongue, his hand straying lower.

His mouth returned to hers momentarily, as his finger found the moist spot on her panties.

He pulled back to barely rest his lips against hers, “So wet already Haruhi” he purred, “I’m going to make you scream for me.” Her knees buckled when those elegant fingers pressed against her cloth covered core.

A strong arm around her waist kept her upright. Those fingers, those magical fingers sliding beneath the edge of her panties to find the slick wetness seeping from her entrance. Umehito gathered that moisture on his fingers and slid them higher to press and circle against the bundle of nerves at her apex.

She cried out loudly for him, her small hands clutching him as her arms surrounded his neck, she arched into his touch. His thumb danced in teasing circles, varying the pressure until she could not help but push against his hand seeking more.

Umehito had shuddered when his fingers found the silken fluids. His need soaring to new heights, but he was a man and gentleman and so her pleasure was paramount to him. Feeling his fingers slid in clinging folds, he clenched his jaw to keep control.

Her cries as he pressed against her made his groin throb and he pressed his length against her slim hip in an effort to relieve some of the unbearable ache. He toyed with that bundle for long minutes, until her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She was close now, not much longer.

She cried his name, pleading with him now. Mindless in her growing passion. In a few moments another loud clap of thunder would strike and at that moment so would he. Her hands fisted in his hair, dragging his mouth down to hers and he lapped at the roof of her mouth with almost lazy movements.

A soft rumble and he counted to himself silently, before sliding two fingers deep within her body. He found the ridge of tissue within her as the thunder crashed. Her head fell back, neck arching. Her eyes went wide, her mouth open on a silent scream. And Umehito was there through it all, lips lower lip resting against hers, shared pants colliding to tickle across kiss bruised lips, his hand stroking gently below.

He locked eyes with her, seeing the glisten of needful tears gathering at her lashes. With one hand he lifted one slim thigh to his hip, holding her there, while his other hand continued it’s assault on her core. This new angle should drive her over the edge fairly quickly.

Haruhi felt those refined fingers moving within her, stroking against some hidden part of her and then the world exploded with the crash of thunder and the lights danced behind her eyelids. She cried out his name, arching sharply against him.

He felt the flutter of body against his fingers, felt the tension in her muscles as her body prepared for release. With a nearly harsh stroke against that hidden area he pushed her over the edge, his name ripped from lips like some dark incantation and he growled in response, crashing his lips to hers once more. Drunk on her lusty cries for him.

Grasping her bottom in both hands, he lifted her against him, spinning to make his way to the wide divan. He laid her down against the soft material. Haruhi watched with half lidded eyes as he began to unfasten his belt and then pushed his trousers over his slim hips. His pale erection jutting out from the nest of cropped, pale curls.

Haruhi had never seen a man completely unclothed before, the sight was overwhelming. She swallowed hard, eyes racking over the smooth, pale flesh that was Nekozawa. She tried not to stare at one part in particular but it drew her curious gaze like a moth to the a flame.

Umehito was more than willing to let her look her fill, to become familiar with his body. When her small hand lifted tentatively then dropped, he stepped to the side of the divan.

“What is it?” he asked. She blinked up at him, a hot blush covering her cheeks.

“I haven’t….” she mumbled, the last of her words lost in the sound of the storm.

He took her hand, “I didn’t think you had” he assured her, and coached her hand in the way to touch him. Her slim fingers gliding over him, squeezing softly and he groaned, his eyes falling closed. After a few moments, he pulled her hand from him.

Haruhi looked up in confusion, had she done something wrong? Umehito seemed to understand her thoughts and smiled softly, trailing his knuckles over the smooth curve of her cheek.

“If you keep touching me, I might lose control and there are still great heights I wish to show you.” His voice sounded strained, breathy.

She felt his hands at her shoulder, pressing her back to lay against the rich fabric and his hands wandered over her breasts and stomach to catch at the elastic of her panties. He tugged them down and off of her, her slim, shapely legs lifting to assist him.

He grasped her ankles and trailed his fingers higher over the muscles in her calves, even as he moved forward on his knees. His fingers teased higher as he situated himself between her milky thighs. The sensitive skin on the backs of her calves and knees slid over his shoulders like warmed silk.

Haruhi blushed hotter than before, the darkly mischievous expression of Nekozawa rose from between her legs to peer over her belly.

“Not there” she managed to mutter, a tiny note of panic flooding her voice. He chuckled, his mouth so near to her core that she felt the passage of air across her heated flesh.

“Of course here” he told her.

She shook her head, opening her mouth to protest. He knew that. He also knew that all virgins did so, she’d soon change her mind.

“You can’t tou…”she began and then her voice fell away in a harsh intake of air.

Her gasp seemed to echo in the room. His mouth was hot against her, tongue dancing like liquid flame over the secrets of her body. Her hands moved to his pale head intent on pushing him away, surely this was not something that people did.

Umehito felt her struggles, he paid no mind, merely pressed himself closer to her wetness. Soon the tugging on his silky hair changed to clutching. Her small no’s changed to breath sounds of appreciation. Her wriggling to get away from his devilish mouth changed to mindless bucking to have more of him.

Haruhi felt her eyes roll back in her head, her brain frantically trying to make sense of the sensations shooting through her nerve endings. Wrong, wrong, wrong, her inner voice repeated, then traitorously switched sides half way through the battle. Good, good, so good! On some level she knew, understood that he was simply preparing her to take his body within her own. To minimize her discomfort. However, the magical mouth of Nekozawa ripped every thought from her head except how to get closer to him.

Her fingers clutched his shoulders as he all but bent her double, sliding and rubbing his tongue through pink folds dripping with moisture. When his tongue circled around her pearl, her nails bit into the perfect flesh of his shoulders, marring the whiteness.

He grunted against her, growled into her core. The small pain welcome to him. His actions were no longer gentle, he had pushed her beyond the point of fear with him. His passionate nature could be revealed fully.

She arched her back, sobbed his name, begged him for that peak she now knew existed and as the thunder boomed around them, he let her. Let her release, let her shatter under the teasing motions of his perfect tongue.

Outside the storm had reached it’s peaked, the thunder and lightening coming in steady waves, but she didn’t seem to notice. She clung to him, her body still tight with orgasm, and then she was boneless. Dropping back on the divan as Umehito crawled over her. Sliding flesh against flesh.

Haruhi lifted her head to meet his lips in a hungry kiss, tasting herself on his tongue and she moaned at the thought of what that tongue was capable of. When he lowered his head to place opened mouth kisses along her throat, she tilted her head to give him better access.

“I’ll have you now” he crooned against her throat and she nodded, knowing that she could not bear to refuse him anything. He lifted one thigh onto his hip, and slowly pressed forward into the slick depths of her body. When he felt the barrier of her innocence, he plunged forward to seat himself fully.

Haruhi’s eyes went wide at the filling intrusion, tears welling up but never falling. The swift pain was like a throbbing sting, but faded just as swiftly as he held still within her. Pressed pelvis to pelvis, nose to nose, They waited. Waited until he could take them both to heaven.

Haruhi, drew a deep, shuddering breath and met his gaze.

Warm in the darkness and the candlelight, he kissed her nose and smiled, “Better?” he asked, his hips swiveling making her gasp.

“Oh!” she moaned, “Oh yes!”

He chuckled again, taking her hands in one of his, pinning them above her. His free hand moving down to clasp her hip, to hold her close to him. He began.

Gentle rocking and swiveling that touched every place within her, made her toes curl. She had thought it would be nothing more than the simple action of in and out.

How wrong she was. Her lungs didn’t seem capable of drawing proper breath, her mind of functioning. There was only him. Him, and his fathomless blue eyes, him and his perfect control, his perfect skill, and his perfect lips falling on hers again.

He set the temp, varying between slow and deep and hard and fast. She clung to him, whimpering, moaning, wailing as he drove her higher and higher. And when at last she hit that peak again, she came screaming his name into the stormy night, holding him so tightly that he followed her, whispering her name against her ear, nipping sharply at her shoulder.

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A long while later, she lay quietly. Her head cushioned on his shoulder, his hand idly stroking her dark hair. Her eyes fixed on the windows, his on her. The storm was just starting to ease and she no longer jumped with the thunder. Odd that.

She pondered how quickly she had lost her fear of the storm, but when he shifted beside her, she smiled.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

She pressed a kiss to his chin and sighed, ‘That the storm is actually very beautiful” she admitted.

He kissed her brow, “And now you’ve nothing to fear from it.”

She nodded, “Not as long as I have you”.

He pulled her up for a long, lingering kiss, “And that you always will.”

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He waited until Haruhi had drifted off to sleep, curled against him and smiled in triumph. He was more than pleased with the results of his spell. With a stifled yawn he snuggled down next to her, pulling her close against him. He’d have to make it rain more often.

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2 months later -

Thunder sounded through the halls and all eyes of the host club turned to lock on Haruhi.

Tamaki stepped closer, “Do not be afraid Haruhi! Dad is here!” he exclaimed in his extravagant fashion. Her brows knit for a moment, feeling tell tale wetness creep into her cotton panties.

“I’m not” she assured him, glancing at the clock.

Why the hell wouldn’t the day end already? It had been storming all day and she’d found that each time the thunder sounded, she felt that need, that ache.

The one that only he could fill. She shifted slightly in her seat trying to ease the ache, poking her nose back into her book as she did so.

Tamaki clapped his hands, “Mother, mother! Do you hear that? Our daughter isn’t afraid anymore!” he skipped around the room like the loveable moron he was.

Haruhi glanced up to find two pairs of identical golden eyes peering at her. Catlike in their intensity.

“Hey Hikaru, have you noticed it?”

Kaoru pretended to study his friend closely, his brother following suit. “She blushes every time the thunder hits. Wonder what that’s all about. Shall we try to figure it out?”

She sunk lower in her seat, and the twin smiles spread widely. Haruhi groaned, “Anything but you two…”