I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB!

I recently watched OHSHC again. It's one of my favorites. This couple is one of my favorites as well. They don't really seem like two people who would interact with each other much, but I think they go well together. Enjoy my new story!

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Chapter 1

Tamaki sighed and closed the front doors of his house. His friends had hung around for so long the sun was now going down. Spending three hours in his library with the rest of the Host Club going over the plans for the themes they would use over the next month was exhausting. He usually enjoyed the planning. But tonight all he wanted was for them to leave. So he just gave a couple of ideas and agreed with ideas that the others came up with. He winced as he remembered himself agreeing to Honey's suggestion of a bunny themed day.

He sighed again as he finally reached his bedroom door. He closed it behind him and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains aside enough to see the cars baring his friends pulling out of the long drive.

"Tamaki-kun. The light. Please."

Letting the curtain fall closed, Tamaki turned and offered a tired smile to the shadows on the other side of his bed. "Sorry. I just wanted to make sure they were gone." He sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension caused by his evening being invaded. "I didn't invite them. They just showed up."

"I know. I don't blame you. Please don't fret, Tamaki. I will be here all night."

Tamaki sighed as slim, pale hands slid over his shoulders. He lifted a hand to the head that leaned against his, pushing aside the heavy cloth that covered it so he could touch a warm cheek. "Take it off. You know I don't like you wearing it here."

"I thought it best to keep it on in case one of your friends came up here."

"Why is that?"

"Easier to hide." He slid off the bed past Tamaki and stood in front of him. "Besides," he let the black robe fall to the floor, "I didn't think you would like them seeing me like this."

Tamaki's eyes traveled over the pale curves of the nude body before him. "The wig, Umehito."

Smiling, he pulled the black wig from his head and let it fall to the floor with the robe. He lifted his arms and ran his fingers through his hair to straighten it after being under the wig all day. He stretched and smiled again as Tamaki's eyes roamed over every curve of his body. "You only call me that when you're upset with me. Have I done something wrong?"

Tamaki stood and wrapped his arms around the other boy. "You know I don't like seeing you wear those things, Neko-chan. Not here when it is just the two of us."

"It wasn't just the two of us, Tamaki." He stepped back, out of the others arms and crossed his arms, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "You have been very firm in your desire to make sure our relationship stays a secret. I have no problem with that. But what would you have me do if one of your friends had come up here and found me naked in your bed?"

Tamaki's shoulders drooped and he wiped a hand over his face before sitting on the edge of the bed again. "I'm sorry. I'm really messing up our night, aren't I? First my friends show up unannounced, then I get upset because you still had yourself covered. I'm sorry, Neko-chan. Really. I wanted tonight to be special."

"Any night I spend with you is special, Tamaki. Don't cheapen our time together with silly worries."

Tamaki looked up when he heard the sound of a match striking. He watched as Nekozawa lit a branch of candles and set them on the table beside the bed. "You look so beautiful right now." He watched the way the soft light of the candles played over the pale skin of Nekozawa's hips, casting shadows over what lay between that had the effect of highlighting rather than hiding. "I wanted tonight to be special. I had everything planned."

"I told you, every night with you is special." He stood in front of Tamaki and took his hands, placing them on his hips. "Enough talk. I need you to touch me."

"It's our anniversary, Neko-chan. We have been together for a year now. Or did you forget?" He moved his hands up the other boy's sides and felt him shiver under the soft touch.

"No. I didn't forget. But I told you before, I don't need anything special." He moved closer and slowly straddled Tamaki's lap. "I only need you." He lifted Tamaki's face and pressed their lips together gently.

Tamaki lifted his hands to cup Nekozawa's thighs. He slowly drew his hands up, over the swell of his ass, until they rested on his hips. His lips worked their way down Nekozawa's neck. The boy moaned softly as his hands pulled their bodies tightly together. "Every time I plan something special, you sweep all my plans away. You simply have to look at me and tell me you need me and everything I had planned to make the night special comes down to your body in my arms, your lips against mine."

He moaned softly as Tamaki's hands traveled up his ribs and thumbs softly brushed his nipples. "You are all I need." He gasped softly as Tamaki suddenly flipped around and he found himself on his back in the middle of the bed. He smiled as Tamaki simply stood by the bed and looked down at him. "You're overdressed."

Tamaki blinked slowly, pulling himself out of the hypnotizing effect of watching candlelight and shadows playing over Nekozawa's skin. He shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He watched Nekozawa's face as he pulled off his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "That look on your face, Neko-chan. I will never grow tired of seeing your face while I undress."

A faint blush rose up Nekozawa's face. "I can't help it. You're beautiful. I watch you undress and all I can think is that all of that beauty belongs to me."

"And only you." He pulled off his belt and let it fall with a clatter of buckle on the floor. "You know I feel the same about you, Neko-chan." He pushed off his pants and stepped out of them, now nude in the glow from the candles.

Nekozawa watched as Tamaki crawled onto the bed towards him and held out his arms. He closed them over the smooth skin of Tamaki's back as their bodies came together. "Just make love to me. Show me with your body how much you love me, Tamaki."

"I love you more than it's possible to express." Slowly, Tamaki pressed his lips to the base of Nekozawa's throat. He spent the next 5 minutes kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of his torso until Nekozawa was writhing with pleasure and impatience.

"Please, Tamaki. Make love to me. I need to feel you inside of me." He moaned loudly as Tamaki simultaneously sucked harshly on his right nipple and slid a lubed finger inside of him. "Ohhhh yes. More. Give me more."

Tamaki chuckled lustily and slid in a second finger. He loved the way Nekozawa moaned and writhed just from a few fingers. His body was always hungry for him, any part of him. He kissed his way down Nekozawa's body until he could run his tongue over his testicles, which were pulled tight against his body by his arousal. "I need to taste you, Neko-chan. Brace yourself."

"Oh, Kami." Nekozawa gripped the bedding at his sides tight in his fists. He both loved and hated it when Tamaki did this. Love it because it felt so damn good. Hated it because he couldn't in the smallest way control his reaction to it. He let out a moan that echoed through the room when Tamaki put his tongue inside of him, between his fingers. His toes curled and his knees came up to squeeze at Tamaki's shoulder. A string of incoherent sounds and moans came one after the other out of his mouth as Tamaki removed his fingers and simple ate at him.

Tamaki smiled against the lube slick skin under him. He had purposely used the strawberry flavored lube because he knew he was going to do this. He loved it. Nekozawa didn't let him do it often because it embarrassed him, but tonight was a special night and he wasn't going to let Nekozawa stop him this time. He shoved his tongue in as far as he could and licked every inch he could reach. He circled the hole with his tongue, scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh, sucked around the sides, and basically tongue fucked Nekozawa. All the while Nekozawa's moans and cried increased in volume.

"Please. Oh, Kami, Tamaki, please. I can't take it anymore. Please. Please, please, please, please. Just fuck me." Nekozawa moaned long and loud and ended on a sob. He was so aroused it was getting painful. He loved what Tamaki was doing to his body but he needed release and he needed it now. But Tamaki had one firm rule; Nekozawa wasn't allowed to touch himself unless Tamaki gave him permission. He had to endure the pleasure Tamaki gave him with no attention paid to his cock. Which was currently throbbing painfully.

Tamaki pulled himself away from his feast and looked up the length of Nekozawa's body. His cock was twitching in a puddle of its own fluids, his skin was flushing, his nipples hard, his lips swollen. He looked so beautiful. So perfect. "Mmmmm. I think I'm enjoying what this is doing to you. You've never let me eat your ass this long."

"Tamaki please. I need to cum so badly. Eat my ass as much as you want, but please let me cum now." He put an arm over his eyes and couldn't suppress the hitch in his breathing. He groaned loudly as Tamaki moved up, his body sliding along the front of his, putting friction on his aching cock.

"Look at me. Please." When Nekozawa moved his arm, Tamaki took his face in his hands and pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss as he slowly slid his cock into his lover's body. He ate the long, loud moan that Nekozawa gave him as their bodies joined. He started a slow rhythm, sliding his entire length in and out of the tight, hungry hole. He rolled his hips, smiling as he felt Nekozawa's cock jump against him every time the head of his cock brushed against his prostate. "Tell me what you want from me."

Nekozawa could hardly speak. Even though the pace was slow, it felt so good all he could do was moan. He groaned with displeasure as Tamaki paused. "I want to cum, Tamaki. I don't care how you do it, just make me cum. Please."

Tamaki started moving again, torturously slow. He bent his head to kiss and suck at Nekozawa's neck. He wanted to cum just as badly as his lover, but he was really enjoying driving Nekozawa crazy. The boy was moaning, writhing, and digging his nails into Tamaki's back and ass trying to urge him to move faster. But even through it all he obeyed the rules. He didn't touch himself and he didn't move his hips. He let Tamaki do all the work.

Nekozawa cried out in dismay when Tamaki pulled completely out of him and sat up. "Tamaki, please!" His voice was pleading. He needed to cum. If he had to wait much longer he was going to break the rules.

Tamaki smiled and took Nekozawa by the arms, pulling him into a sitting position. "I want to try something new."

Nekozawa had a hard time focusing and sitting up at the same time. "What? What are you talking about? Please Tamaki, I can't wait anymore." Then Tamaki did something he had never done before, he laid back until he was looking up at Nekozawa. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to ride me." He pulled Nekozawa toward him until the boy, reluctantly, was on top of him. "I want you to ride me until you cum. Go as fast and as hard as you want to. Find an angle where I'm hitting you just right. I don't care what you do. But you are going to ride me until you cum."

Nekozawa blinked in surprise. It was something he had been wanting to do for a long time. But Tamaki had never allowed it. He liked being in control. He never let Nekozawa take charge. "Are you sure? You don't like it unless you're in control."

"I am in control. I told you to do it. Now do it. Put my cock in your ass. Now, Umehito."

The command in Tamaki's voice was clear. He was getting impatient at not being obeyed. And an impatient Tamaki was never a good thing. He sat up until his hips were over Tamaki's groin and took his cock in his hand. He moved until the head of Tamaki's cock was against his hole and slowly moved down. He groaned and slowly moved his hips. The angle wasn't quite right. But it felt good anyways. He tilted his hips and leaned back with his hands on Tamaki's thighs. He shouted with pleasure and almost collapsed with he moved down and Tamaki's cock hit his prostate dead on. Tamaki rarely took him at an angle where he hit dead on because it made him cum to fast and Tamaki liked to make him beg to cum. But Tamaki had told him to do this any way he wanted it. And it felt so fucking good to have that wide cock slam dead onto his sweet spot. He braced himself and began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feel of a pleasure he was rarely given. He rolled his hips and all but screamed at the sensation of Tamaki's cock rolling over that spot. He did it again, and again, slowly, over and over that spot. Back and forth, around and around. He moved his hips into angles where he was rubbed in ways he had never felt before. It was amazing.

Tamaki could only stare at the beauty moving on top of him. He hated being out of control with such a passion that he had never let Nekozawa do this before. He was both hating it and loving it. Nekozawa looked so beautiful moving the way he was. The candlelight playing over his muscles, gleaming in the sweat that beaded on his skin. His cock was dripping a pool of fluid onto Tamaki's belly, but he didn't care. Even that was beautiful. And the sounds. Nekozawa was always amazingly vocal, more than anyone else he had bedded, but the sounds he was making now were pure magic. And he knew what the boy was doing. He was milking his prostate. Tamaki knew that Nekozawa loved nothing more than having his prostate rammed, but it was something that Tamaki liked to only give him on special occasions. And it was a special occasion wasn't it? It was the one year anniversary of the day that they expressed their mutual attraction in the changing area of the music room during a Host Club event. It turned Tamaki on just to think about that day.