"If you want to, you can pay me back with your body."

She was suddenly flat on her back, her eyes wide as Kyoya loomed above her. She couldn't move her arms as he had both of them pinned in his larger hands. She tried to pull away and he only gripped harder.

"You've left yourself completely defenseless against me…"

"Sempai…." Fear had bled into her eyes and her body trembled knowing that something bad was about to happen.

Haruhi was helpless as Kyoya started assaulting her body. There was no gentleness, no polite requests with questions or coaxing. It was rough and she couldn't get away. Her breasts were squeezed and played through the fabric with her nipples being tweaked as well. She tried to squirm but his body weighed down her legs and effectively kept her still.

She whimpered as a hand slid up her pink dress up and over her body with such skill that her hands were still pinned above her. She closed her eyes in shame when she saw his eyes sweep over her body and the resulting darkness is his eyes.

"Please don't…."

Rough hands were all over her body and she cried out when she felt cold air against her breasts as her bra was removed and again as she heard fabric rip and the felt the cold air between her legs. Her wordless pleas were ignored more and more with each passing second.

Her throat was caught around a scream as two fingers entered her suddenly and a tongue was on her nipple. She shook her head and started to cry quietly. The two fingers kept thrusting in and out of her body until he was satisfied.

"Nothing to be gained, huh? We'll see about that…" It turned out "that" was Kyoya's cock. A low, dragged out moan of the word no was all she could manage. He thrust against into her fast and hard, his harsh breathing in her ear.

A few minutes later, she felt him shudder as he spent himself within her. Her wrists her released and she felt the bed move as Kyoya got up. She opened her eyes and saw him standing next to the bed.

"Consider your debt cleared. This was a win/win as far as I can see. You are free to leave the host club and I… well, I got to have the first taste of the sweetest fruit. Now, surely you aren't naïve to think that a person's sex doesn't matter anymore – right?" With that final jab, he threw on clothes and walked out the door.