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It's Just Good Business	By : Desert_Mango Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 13253 -:- 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 One: “Additional Services”
“Cassandra!” He gasped the name sharply, bare hips arching in instinct from the red velvet couch beneath him. “Teeth! Please, watch the teeth!”
With a gentle ‘pop’ she pulled her mouth from him, an embarrassed flush colouring those normally pale cheeks. “I’m sorry Kyoya. I guess I’m still really nervous…”
Cassandra’s sentence dropped, left to hang in the silence between them. He was well aware of what she had to be nervous for. After all, that’s why she’d come to him in the first place. A little practice never hurt anyone. Well, except maybe him, Kyoya thought darkly; fighting to keep the frown off his face. Another slip of the teeth like that, and he was going to have to ice himself after this appointment. An embarrassing thought, to say the least.
He hid this inner thought well however, as he pulled a hand from behind his head to brush over those long blond locks. She was paying a great deal for this appointment, and as a Host it was his responsibility to ensure that her needs were met. From between his parted thighs, she welcomed his touch, a soft purr rolling up from her chest. “It’s alright.” Kyoya soothed on a low, silken tone. “I don’t want you to be nervous with me. I want you to enjoy this experience.”
His hand found her cheek, palm and fingers curving around her heated skin. It was enough to force those pools of honey to look at him once more. Had the situation been different, Kyoya probably would have found her quite attractive – Perhaps even beautiful. But now, it was hard to think of little else but her lips wrapped firmly around him. Using his hand to guide her, he brought her attention back to his exposed, hardened length; and released the faintest of sighs as he once again sunk into the warm moisture of her mouth.
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It had been the brother’s idea to offer the Host Club’s guests more than just beverages, sweets and the shared company of handsome Hosts. It was a suggestion that had been met with mixed opinions. Honey and Mori were indifferent to the suggestion; and seemed content to sit on the sidelines while the other four worked it out. This was standard for the two seniors, so nobody minded.
Tamaki was appalled that such a suggestion would have even come up in the first place; and had been quick to demand where such an idea had come from. True to the twin’s nature, they refused any details; but where quick to provide some actual good reasons why. As usual, those reasons were lost on their princely president; but not his second-in-command.
Kyoya approached the situation as he did all of them; from a business stand point. Allowing the Host Club to offer private sessions to their guests sounded like a good idea. It was quite clear to him, through careful observation, that some of their guests desired more from their host of choice. More than any self-respecting lady would dare to ask for in such a social setting as their open club room. The additional revenue it would generate wouldn’t hurt anything either.
The dark side, however, was far more complicated. The most obvious was the school rule prohibiting physical contact between students. It was immediate expulsion, on the spot. A fate Kyoya did not wish upon any of his fellow hosts.
The matter of honour, virtue, and creating life were next. The students at Ouran were all born into positions of great expectations. The first and foremost being that the women stayed pure and the men stayed gentlemen. Altering that in any way could tear entire business empires apart. Creating life, well that was complete not up for discussion anywhere. It was forbidden to happen, and that was that.
In the end, and after much debating and arguing between the president and his vice, Hikaru and Kaoru got their way. The rules and arrangements were handled by Kyoya, and agreed to but all six members. Tamaki’s reluctance was over-looked, as usual.
*****
“Kyoya-sempai, I brought you some tea.” Haruhi set the filled cup beside him on the table. “You look like you could use a pick-me-up.”
One eyebrow rose in question, those glasses-covered eyes not lifting from the laptop screen. “Thank you.” He responded, perhaps more cold than intended. When she did not move, he allowed a soft sigh to pass through his lips. “Don’t you have guests to see to, Haruhi?”
Thursday afternoon found the Host Club open for business in the usual music room number three. As the hosts had come to expect, they’d turned out another full house of female guests. Due to a shortage of preparation time, they had decided to entertain in their standard school uniforms; each host filling those black dress pants and sky blue blazers as perfectly as they always did. All in all, things were running smoothly.
From the corner of his eye, he watched Haruhi’s smirk form. “Wouldn’t you already have that answer, Kyoya-sempai? You do have the appointment schedule right in front of you, after all.”
The surprise lasted a few short seconds, quickly being dismissed as he finally brought those onyx orbs to rest on her. “Yes. Of course.” Kyoya’s voice was short, words clipped. He was not conscious to the fact that he’d moved quickly to close the screen in question. An appointment schedule, yes. Not one for Haruhi’s eyes though.
A soft exhale moved passed her lips, and Haruhi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. As usual, Kyoya was holding secrets about his work. Did this really surprise her? No. She held his gaze a moment longer, before letting her eyes drop to the floor. She’d spent enough time around him to know a dismissal when she was getting one. “Sorry for bothering you, Kyoya-sempai. I’ll leave you to your work.”
In silence, he watched as she turned and walked away. He knew he should at least say thank you again for the beverage; but for an odd reason his mouth would not form the words. There was something almost distracting in watching her carry about her business. A smirk fell over his lips as she grabbed a tray from a side table, and moved silently to clean up the used tableware from an empty table.
Each piece of fine china was handled cautiously, stacked carefully on her tray for easy transportation. She had once explained to the other Hosts that such a want to complete a servant’s chore was related to her upbringing. She’d never shared in the luxury of having someone else to clean up after her. And since it was something that went over well for their lady guests, Kyoya could not justify changing such an odd behavior.
Haruhi could feel Kyoya’s eyes on her as she worked; that unwavering stare putting her slightly on edge. Was he waiting for her to break something? Pen poised over that leather-bound book, anticipating adding further to her debt? A look of determination passed over her features to such thoughts. That was not a satisfaction that she was going to give him.
Something else then caught her attention; and pushed all thoughts of Kyoya from her mind. A small white envelope, sealed and unmarked; placed carefully under one of the saucers. Curious, she plucked it from its resting place, turning the item over to confirm the back was as blank as the front.
From where he sat, those onyx eyes widened in startled surprise.
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A/N: Although it’s not my first fanfic; it is my first Ouran based one. It’s also the first hetro FF I’ve written in a very long time. I will admit my knowledge of Ouran is limited to the anime only; so that’s what I’ve based my characters on.
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