Indifferent Lenses

Any thoughts of the host club made Haruhi's head hurt. But, as time went on, day after day, going to the club became routine... almost necessary. It wasn't something she would think of, but if the club were to suddenly disappear, the hole it left behind would be hard to fill. Even if her paid off her debt tomorrow, Haruhi thought she might even stick around, because, well, she was starting to enjoy it there.

Hell, she was getting paid to flirt with girls, and the club members always kept things interesting. Oh, the club members... Haruhi didn't like to spend time pondering over men, but she was getting to that age. And it didn't hurt that the club members existed because of their looks.

Yeah, looks... Looks were about all they had. Tamaki was too stupid to be anything more than just a piece of meat. The twins were fun to be around, but dating them seemed like more trouble than it was worth. Hunny had both looks and personality, but come on, really... it would be like going out with your little brother or something. And Mori was like a piece of furniture or a decoration, not someone you could have a conversation with.
Wait... who else is in the club? Tamaki, the Twins, Hunny and Mori... who else? Oh right, Kyouya. Haruhi never really could figure out what was going on in Kyouya's mind, hidden behind those glasses.

The club room was always busy, whether or not they were entertaining guests. When customers were around, the club members always kept a serious tone under their masquerading. When they were alone, they would drop the serious tone and just goof off. The only two that didn't fit this theme were Tamaki and Kyouya. Kyouya was always serous, and Tamaki seemed too stupid to know when to act serious, but that was part of his charm. Today while entertaining one of his regulars, a quite girl named Madoka Kosagawa, Tamaki seemed to forget that it was only a job. Halfway though making out with her and trying to plan their future, Kyouya had to remind them that their time had ended a long time ago and other girls were waiting for their turn with Tamaki.

Tamaki pouted, grabbed Madoka and shouted, "Our love surpasses time and will not be bounded by limits or appointments." The rest of the club members seemed to die a little inside, but girls in the room were moved to tears and began to applaud. After the club closed down, Tamaki still seemed irritated, growling at anyone who tried to ask him what was wrong.

God he's an idiot. Haruhi thought as she finished picking up random debris from that day's session. As she made her way to throw out the bag of garbage, fate would have it, that the bag ripped, spilling the debris she had just picked up, all over the floor. Yeah, don't everybody help at once... she thought as the club members passed her, leaving her to clean up alone.

After she finished cleaning up, Haruhi returned to the club room one last time to get her stuff before heading home. She was surprised to find Kyouya still there, working numbers in his little black book, muttering to himself, "50,000 yen, that dumb ass cost us 50,000 yen in one afternoon. And one of the girls he didn't get attend to was from one of our families largest partners. God if he wasn't such a big seller, I'd kill him in his sleep."

"Sempai..." Haruhi's voice called out, afraid of interrupting what seemed like such a pleasant rant. When she was sure she wasn't intruding, she said, "Tamaki sempai right?"

She could feel the fire in his eyes as Kyouya replied, "I don't understand why Tamaki was acting like that. Madoka's family isn't even that powerful. And why was he still acting like that after she left? I guess Tamaki’s just not right in the head."

Without pausing to think, Haruhi answered, "Well, it seems like he might actually be falling in love with that girl."

It was as if Kyouya's mind couldn't grasp the concept, desperately he blurted out, and she wasn't even there. If he loves he should act like that somewhere else, somewhere where she could see him. All of his dopy charm was wasted on the club members."

Surprised by his naivety, Haruhi smiled, "You know, loving her has little to do with the club. Haven't you noticed how he acts around her, he's retarded for her. Haven't you noticed that their session run longer than anyone else's sessions? Even his mood is different when she's around, he's dumber than normal. He's head over heels for that girl, even if he doesn't know it."

Kyouya was dumb struck, "Head over heels... I don't follow."

Haruhi actually felt sorry for him, "Haven't you ever been in love?"

Kyouya's eyes didn't even change, he quickly replied, "No, I can't say that I have, although, I have met a few of the candidates for my arranged marriage."

Haruhi reached her hand out to his chest, placing over his heart. "That's not love. Love is a feeling, here, in your chest. It’s that wonderful painful feeling that fills you. It makes you want nothing more than to throw your arms around that person and never let go. Haven't you ever felt that before?"

The constant flow that was the hourglass that was Kyouya's mind sputtered to a stop. There was a painfully long pause as Kyouya's brain tried to figure out how to respond, "Um, aren’t those feelings you described just the normal biological response to the need to reproduce. As someone with my standing in society, I have no need to act upon those urges."

Haruhi could feel Kyouya's heart beating faster as he spoke, she could tell that he was lying. She looked up in to his eyes, feeling an intense passion burning through those indifferent lenses. "You're feeling it now aren’t you?"

Kyouya uncomfortably looked away.

Feeling like a missionary trying to save a lost soul, Haruhi leaned in close and whispered in to his ear, "It's ok, I feel it too." She kissed his neck, then turned and left in a hurry. Kyouya was left alone to ponder just what she meant by that.

The next day, Haruhi was able to sit though school like nothing had happened. Kyouya, on the other hand, wasn't as lucky. It wasn't that he was weaker or disturbed by what had happened, it was as if his whole definition of life had changed, it was as if he had been breathing something his whole life, and out of the blue someone came up to him and explained what air was. Feelings he had kept suppressed, feelings he never understood, flowed through him. Now that those feelings had a name, they felt more real. Kyouya had always been so stable, protected by the distance he forced on the world, but now, that distance seemed to shatter. Unconsciously he reached up and felt the spot where Haruhi had kissed him; his skin tingled under his fingers.

After class, Haruhi smiled at Kyouya as she entered the club room. Tension was high and Kyouya buried himself in his notebook. So now he's just going to ignore me? Haruhi plopped herself down in to her normal chair and tended to one of her clients. Lost in the casual chit chat and flirting, Haruhi found her worries drift off like steam from her cup of hot tea.

After her client’s time was up, Haruhi quickly headed over to Madoka, who was still tongue deep in Tamaki. The words Ménage à trois flashed over Tamaki’s eyes, but Haruhi quickly pushed him out of the way, saying, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you time is up. And if you don't mind, I'd like a word with Madoka."

Haruhi led the reluctant girl away from her prince and sat her down by the window. Eye's wide with panic, Madoka snapped, "What the hell are you doing, let me go back to him."

Giggling softly, Haruhi said, "Look, I'm trying to help you. I think Tamaki sempai like you more than he knows, but club rules forbid him from treating you different than the rest of his clients. But if you were to approach him on his way home, you might be able to talk him in to going on a date with you or something."

With this, Madoka's body turned red and she squealed like a newborn with a shiny new rattle. Great, now maybe Tamaki won't keep acting like such a child. Haruhi thought as she watched as the crazy girl ran out of the room to go fix her hair or something.

Purposely spilling garbage, Haruhi found herself alone with Kyouya once again. Next time, something less messy... Haruhi thought as she wiped her hands off on her uniform. Kyouya looked up to acknowledge her presents, but quickly returned to his notebook. After a few painful moments, Kyouya, still looking at his work, said, "I saw what you did for Tamaki and Madoka, and I would appreciate it if you would stop sabotaging the club."

What! Haruhi reeled back, "I'm sorry... but what exactly have I done?"

With a robotic tone, Kyouya explained, "Well you see, Madoka Kosagawa was one of our oldest customers. She had also agreed to pay double the normal fee so that she could get the first time slot with Tamaki. Not to mention her family is one or my family's major buyers. By suggesting she see him outside of the confinements of the club, you have lowered the value of her time here, to the point where she won't be willing to pay the extra fee. Not to mention now Tamaki will want us to help him when he's with her."

You heartless bastard. Desperate to defend herself, Haruhi stammered, "But maybe she'll want to see him more, if they're dating. Like every day instead of three times a week."

His tone unchanged, Kyouya replied, "I guess there is always that option. Well, if that turns out to be the case, I think I can attribute half of any proceeds to paying off your debt. If your right, I might even consult you in the future for finding ways to increase profits."

"Money..." Haruhi's heart felt shattered, "Is money all you really care about. What about Tamaki’s happiness?"

Kyouya's eyes remained hidden by his glasses, "If Tamaki’s happiness makes him a better host, then I care about his happiness. Other than that, I don't see any reason to put much effort in to anything that doesn't benefit the club or me in anyway."

Really? Haruhi's heart felt like it was dropped in a bucket of ice water. "Even if I said you could kiss me right here, right now. Even if I said you could throw me to the ground and have your way with me, you wouldn't do it just because there's nothing in it for you?"

Indifferent lenses glared back at her. Desperate for any sign of humanity from him, Haruhi flung herself at him. She pressed her chest against him and kissed him, hard, holding her lips against his until she could feel his heart beating under hers. Haruhi pulled back, grabbed his hand and placed it over his heart, trying to prove her point. Taking short breaths, she said, "See, even if you pretend not to care, I can feel the desperation in your heart."

Losing control of emotions he had kept hidden for so long, Kyouya grabbed Haruhi and held her close, hugging her like a lost child. Feeling him trembling around her, Haruhi put her arms around him, calming his nerves. After a moment, Kyouya finally regained his stone like composure. As he wiped the tears from behind his glasses, Kyouya softly said, "The only reason my heart was beating so fast was you had surprised me with that kiss, and I was having trouble breathing because your lips were in the way."

Haruhi smiled, seeing past his facade, "Sure..." I love you too...

The next day in the club, Madoka ran up to Kyouya, begging for extra time with Tamaki, which he granted with a slight nod in Haruhi's general direction. Haruhi smiled at her little victory, and then returned to the guest she was entertaining, and then it was business as usual.

This time, after the club let out, Kyouya was the one to spill garbage, all over Haruhi's book bag. There's got to be a better way for us to meet each other. Haruhi cursed. After apologizing and helping her clean her bag, Kyouya took Haruhi's hand and lead her to in to an adjacent room with a swift tug.

After catching her breath, Haruhi blurted out, "What are we doing in here?"

The room was dark, even after Kyouya flipped on the lights. The darkness loomed over them, hanging thick in the air, as if the room had never felt sunlight. It was furnished with various items, most of which were covered by dust caked fabric. Musical instruments, chairs and statues were mismatched and stacked upon one another, all of which looked weathered and worn, neglected by time. But, in the middle of the room, stood a single piece of furniture that stood out against the rest. A large, elegant bed glowed brightly with its clean white cotton sheet. The dullness of the rest of the room amplified the pure brilliance that came from the center of the room.

Kyouya's voice also cut through the darkness, "I'm going to show you that what we spoke of earlier was incorrect."

God, why can't he just speak like a normal guy? Haruhi thought to herself as she asked, "What are you talking about, Sempai?"

Kyouya cast off his school blazer, with an elegant flourish that even a trained actor would envy. The heavy cloth fell over one of the rooms many chairs. As Kyouya began to unbutton his shirt, he looked to Haruhi and said, "I am referring to our earlier conversation about my intentions involving monetary gain. If I remember correctly, you had said something along the lines of, I would not put effort in to something unless I have something to gain from it."

Haruhi's eyes moved to the bed, then Kyouya, then his blazer, then the bed again. As Kyouya methodically removed each button of his shirt, Haruhi suddenly realized his intentions. Quickly panicking, Haruhi called out, "Wait, this isn't right. How do I know that you aren’t going to gain something from this?"

Hesitating on his current button, Kyouya looked up, saying, "Such as..."

Grabbing for any idea that seemed reasonable, Haruhi stuttered, "Pride? I don't know, maybe what I said hurt your feelings and you need to prove to yourself, as well as me, that what I said wasn't true."

Kyouya grabbed her trembling shoulders. Smiling softly, Kyouya whispered, "Pride, in this world pride means nothing. Protecting one's image secures business arrangements, but pride influences nothing. It has no value, so how am I gaining anything?"

Still desperate to stop his advance, Haruhi again said, "But maybe you've got something else, like maybe you're filming this, and you're planning to sell this for the club."

Unconsciously, Kyouya looked over at the single blinking red light in the corner. Not skipping a beat, he leaned even closer and whispered, "Perhaps, all I want to gain is you and you alone. Isn't that what you meant by love?"

Haruhi pulled back, peering deep in to his eyes, desperate to find out if what he said was true. But, as usual, she found nothing but her own reflection from his infallible lenses. His dark empty eyes blurt with an inhuman passion. Her animalistic instinct told her body what was about to happen, but her mind was still in the dark. Worries and doubts seemed to vanish as her body was filled with years of suppressed urges. Her body growled with passion, begging to be set free.

Logic and reason seemed long gone as she climbed on to the bed, feeling the hunger in the air growing thick. Somehow they both knew what was going to happen, they both knew that the other wanted exactly what each of them were quickly growing desperate for. It was just a battle of wills, both of them were begging for the other to make the first move. Pawing around the bed, circling each other, moving in, but pulling away before making contact, it was like watching two animals performing a mating ritual. With a slight growl, Haruhi snapped first, lashing out at Kyouya's neck and pushing him back on to the bed.

Breathing hard, Haruhi crawled over Kyouya, who was lying on his back. Looking down into his eyes, she leaned down and kissed him, feeling the blood rushing in his lips, feeling his breath on her lips. Kyouya's eyes shimmered behind his glasses, which Haruhi reached down to remove, but was stopped by his firm hand, "No, I want to be able to see every delicate inch of your body."

Wow, Casanova needs to work on his lines... Haruhi thought as she reached back to remove her shirt. But she again was stopped by Kyouya's firm hand. "Leave it on, someone might walk in and it wouldn't be a good if they found out you're a girl. Also it suits you well."

Ok, but how are we supposed to... oh well, whatever. Haruhi bent back down and pressed her face against his bare chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as hers. They kissed briefly, then longer, then deeper. Their hands found their way around one another, desperate to get as close as possible. Kyouya would kiss her lips, holding to the point that Haruhi would get a little light headed, and then as he pulled away, he would take a sharp quick breath, literally taking her breath away. The room seemed to spin, their heads seemed to swim. Tangled between blankest and what was left of their clothes, Kyouya reached up placing his hands on her chest. Her small breast pressed in to his palms, even while they were being restricted by her many lairs of clothing meant to hide them. The look on Kyouya's face was too much for Haruhi, and she broke out in a fit of giggles.

"Yes...?" Kyouya asked, his hands still cupping her chest. His eyes were filled with amassment, like a child seeing a giraffe for the first time.

Haruhi smiled and kissed his cheek. Sliding her hand up her sleeves, Haruhi somehow managed to remove her bra without removing her blazer. She dangled the cute white fabric in front of Kyouya's face, her body heat radiating off of them. Tossing them to the side, Haruhi grabbed his hands and guided them up the front of her shirt, saying with a grin, "Here, why don't you feel them directly."

Nervously, Kyouya's hands slid under the fabric of her shirt. Excited nubs brushed against his fingers as his hands met soft warm flesh. Panic and excitement ran up his arms as he cupped the liberated mounds in his hands. Toying at the texture, Kyouya pressed and massaged as Haruhi let out soft cute gasps and moans. It was like nothing neither of them had ever imagined. Kyouya got a little ahead of himself, groping a little too hard, making Haruhi let out a deep moan, breathing, "Not too rough..."

Kyouya nodded, pulling his hands away letting his fingers brush softly against her taut stomach. Haruhi almost started to ask why he had stopped, but quit as he buried his face in her chest, feeling her breasts flowing around him, feeling her heart beating up at him with panicked desperation. Startled, he backed away and asked, "Are you sure you're ok with this, with me?"

A sweet smile broke from her tire mouth. "Yeah, since it's with you, it's ok. I like you Sempai, I have ever since the day I first met you... Um, do you like me?"

It wasn't something Kyouya had ever been asked or ever asked himself. But laying there, staring up at the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on, looking at the only girl for had ever really known him, at the only one who made his heart beat differently, he knew the answer. "Yeah, Haruhi... it seems like I do."

That was all she needed to hear, because, from what she knew about Kyouya, him saying that it seems like, meant one hundred percent definitely. Haruhi ran her hands around his sides, bringing them down to his waistband, letting her fingernails drag along his back. Then she slid her fingers down in to his boxers, grasping his firm buttocks in her hands, pulling him close with her arms.

Grinning like a hyena, Kyouya mocked Haruhi's voice and said, "Not too rough..."

Haruhi snarled and let her nails dig deep in to his skin, but only briefly. As she pulled him closer she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her body. Letting her hand travel around his waistband, she brought her hands to the front of his pants, feeling a surprise tickle of hair along with a much larger surprise. She poked at him, feeling his hot member throbbing against her finger. With a quick grasp, she wrapped her hand around it, feeling his blood pumping and pulsing, his excitement growing desperate. She let her hand and fingers run up and down the length of it, watching him twitch at her touch.

Gasping as she felt a hand enter the sacred fabric of her panties, Haruhi realized she too was growing excited. Kyouya's fingers tickled as they brushed along her sensitive spot. Kyouya matched Haruhi's motions as his hands found the source of her growing passion. Haruhi could feel spiders crawling along her back, twitching up her thighs, as Kyouya’s hand massaged her hot sex. Breathing hard, Haruhi left wet lip prints along his neck line, across his chest. Kyouya matched her again, kissing the top of her head, deeply taking in the scent of her intoxicating shampoo.

There was a brief pause, as Haruhi couldn't take anymore stimulation. "How are we going to..?" She asked between breaths.

"Leave your shirt on, but take everything else off." Kyouya commanded as he went about removing his own clothing. Kyouya stood there in nothing but his glasses, with a half naked Haruhi in front of him. Looking over at the single blinking red light, Kyouya pointed to the bed, now lie on your back..."

There was a slight hesitance, but Haruhi slowly let her body fall back, keeping her knees together. "This is my first time, sempai... be gentle."

Kyouya nodded, thinking to himself that it was his first time too. Leaning down over her, Kyouya kissed Haruhi's trembling lips, as he entered her slowly. Haruhi closed her eyes at the slight pain as she went from being a girl to being a woman. Letting out a slow breath, she opened her eyes, nodding to Kyouya that she was ready. Hot warmth filled her as Kyouya slowly started to move. Unsure on how to move Kyouya simple let his hips guide him, shallow at first, feeling her wet warmth wrapped around him. Her wet excitement made it easy for Kyouya as he rhythmically entered her, letting his entire length thrust inside her. Reaching down, Kyouya brushed the hair out of Haruhi's eyes, peering deep past her cute brown eyes, all the way in to her soul. He felt closer to her emotionally than physically.

Haruhi found her hips trying to match the motions of Kyouya, her body desperate for the unknown. Wanting nothing more than to be even closer to Kyouya, Haruhi wrapped her legs around him, plunging him deeper than before, both of them gasping out in pleasure. Holding him close, Kyouya no longer slid in and out, but his hips pushed her whole body back and forth. The bed rocked as their bodies pressed heavily against one another. Breaths became short, hearts beat wildly, everything seemed to lose color. Then as if someone through a bucket of dry ice water over her, Haruhi's body clenched tight, then starting from her stomach, began to twitch and buck as Kyouya continued to press himself in to her body.

Haruhi let out stuttered moan as her body twitch with ecstasy. The cute sound of her voice sent Kyouya over the edge. With one last trust, he sent himself deep inside of her, each twitch and spasm sending more of his love inside of her. They collapsed in a sweaty sticky heap on the bed, trying to catch their breath between kisses.

As they lie there, their breathing synchronized, chests rising falling together. Their hearts even seemed to beat as one. Kyouya looked over at Haruhi, kissed her softly, and then smiled, saying, "Well, this seems like something I might be willing to put effort in to regardless of the absence of a monetary reward."

Haruhi smiled back, saying, "Yeah... I love you too."

As they dressed and said their goodbyes, which involved another kissing and groping session, Haruhi couldn't help but notice the single blinking red light in the room. No, it's just my imagination. She thought as she made her way out in to the bright happy world.


Fin

Authors notes.


First off, if I got Kyouya wrong, please, please tell me. I don't have a clue what's going on behind those glasses, so if anyone has got any suggestions or tips, on Kyouya or anything else, please let me know.


Second, as always, thanks to
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Thanks for reading, and as always,
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even if you don't know the owner.