Author Notes: Hello everyone and welcome to One Night Leads to Others. This is an Alternate Universe Ouran High School Hosts Club story that takes place when everyone's adults. It features the hosts and the Original characters that are featured in my series "Girls Of The Host Club". This story is focused primarily on Haruhi who is with her lover from my series. This is an alternate take on how they met and how their love progresses throughout the story. This story has mature themes and language so if you're under 18 please please leave now and go read some of my other fluffy non-18+ work. The story idea was also thought up by my younger sister JBaby1121 and I co-wrote it with her, She also owns the Sakurai family that appears in the story. So without further ado grab a cup of commoner's coffee and relax as we dive into One Night Leads to Others.
Disclaimer: Ouran High School Hosts Club is the property and copyright of Bisco Hatori. We do not own any of the characters or settings. The Girls of The Hosts Club is the property and copyright of myself, J-Baby1121, Roselite, THWT, BunnyChu, and MiracleRaverDJMelody. Do not use our girls without our permissions.
Chapter 1: After the First Night
Haruhi groaned out her awakening. Somewhere in the distance of her room, she could hear her phone ringing with the alarm for her to get up and start packing. She groaned again when her unadjusted eyes caught a glimpse of the sunlight filtering through the curtains, burying her face into the pillow again as she shifted in the covers. Her head was reeling still from her going away party. Damn those guys, she never realized how much liquor law students could chug.
As she shifted again, she found herself being drawn into the comfort of the soft mattress and sheets. That was odd, her bed in her dorm was far from comfortable even with the help of a foam top for the mattress. And her sheets didn't feel as...luxurious for lack of a better word...as these did. They had to have been a thousand thread count or more. Though, the selling point that made Haruhi realize it wasn't her bed was that the pillow and the sheets smelled of vanilla and coconut with a hint of an exotic-smelling scent.
She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand as she looked around the room. She was right. The spacious elegantly decorated bedroom was not hers nor any of her classmates. Gray marbled floors that were covered by black area rugs bounced off the white walls that were decorated with oddly familiar art. Shelves on those walls contained the platinum, gold, and diamond records that were awarded to Miss Mitski for some of her earlier albums and two of her newer ones. How did this person get those? With Mitski's persona being a close friend of hers she had to wonder when and how those ended up in this person's house. Her eyes explored the shelves more, noting football trophies and awards and the person's college degree was in the center of two of those trophies.
Too bad she couldn't see them. Damn it, that's what she got for falling asleep with her contacts in. She groaned as she started to shift to get herself together, patting her body to make sure no harm was done. Her hands stopped when she felt her lack of clothes. Her eyes immediately darted around the room before gazing at the floors. Those same floors were decorated with the young law student's clothes from the night before.
Her face paled at the sight, eyes trained on the discarded garments as she tried to get out of the bed. Her feet touched the floor and her legs buckled under her. She let out a sharp curse, propping herself up with the aid of the mahogany bedside table. She scrambled and grabbed her shirt first, pulling it over her torso as she gathered the rest of her things. Okay...she had sex with a random. Everybody does that at one point in their lives. She just needed to get out of...wherever she was so she can pack. Haruhi sighed though she froze when she heard the shower turn on and deep singing coming from behind the door located next to the flat-screen TV. Her curiosity called to her to at least get a glimpse of who she spent the night with. She pushed the door open slowly, steam from the shower billowing out and clearing.
When it did, Haruhi could see the outline of them in the glass of the shower door. They were tall and muscular, that much she could tell without any details. She watched quietly, clutching her clothes to her chest ignoring her common sense tanuki screaming at her to go home so not to miss her flight. For some reason she was drawn to the person in the shower, their voice calling out to her somehow. Her eyes watched, trailing down the outline of what she believed to be their torso when they turned to their side and stared at what most definitely made them a man. Haruhi felt her head tilt to the side, her eyes trailing down trying to see more. She let out a small, high-pitched yelp when she heard him stop singing and the water turn off.
"That you baby girl?" he called, his voice laced with a thick southern drawl.
Haruhi had begun to scramble to leave but froze when she heard him. She shivered, a chill running up her spine. "A-Ah yes…. I was just about…" she stopped when the door slid open and he stepped out of the shower.
He stood in front of her and her eyes took in every detail of his body. From his dark brown braided hair sticking to his face and shoulders to the details of the dragon tattoo on mocha skin that started on the left side of his broad and muscular chest and ran to the second row of his six-pack. She dared her eyes to not travel under the deep "V" of his abdomen but they defied her and stared at his not so little friend. She gasped quietly, hearing him laugh but choosing to ignore him as her eyes stared at it. No, she wasn't ignoring him, her mind was preoccupied with how his third arm even managed to fit.
"Baby girl." He said once more, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
"Uh...ah...yes daddy?" Haruhi squeaked again. Damn it...it was senpai's fault for her developing that fetish. She peeked up at him, having to crane her neck a little to do so. He was as tall as Mori-senpai...maybe a little taller. "I-I mean yes?"
She saw his hazel eyes flicker in amusement as his full lips twitched into a smile. "Did you get enough sleep?" he asked as he moved to the medicine cabinet over the sink.
"I uh...yeah." Her eyes followed him, still documenting every detail to memory. She did think it kind of odd for him to ask that but what question after a one-night stand wouldn't be weird. She peeked over his shoulder, trying to make out the name on a medicine bottle. She squinted, making out a first name and a portion of his last name.
"I'm Marcus baby girl," he said with a laugh.
Haruhi let out another squeak. How the hell did he do that?! She laughed nervously and played with her clothes. "I uh...right. Um, Marcus-san, I should be going. I need to get home." she said quickly.
"Okay, if you give me a few minutes I can drop you off." Marcus offered.
Haruhi blinked, staring slack-jawed until her brain began working again. "What? You should be going to work...uh...you do work right?"
Marcus chuckled, having grabbed his shaving supplies from the cabinet. "Yes, I do work." Haruhi watched him close the cabinet and rub shaving cream on the sides of his face and upper lip.
"Ah okay." Watching him shave was mesmerizing for some reason; she had seen her dad shave a couple of times, but he always made ridiculous faces when he did so, unlike Marcus. She bit her bottom lip, gaze trailing from his face in the mirror to his broad back. "So uh did we…?"
"Have sex? Yes." He looked at Haruhi in the mirror and smiled. "Don't worry, I used protection every time."
"Oh ok...wait, every time?!" she cried, her eyes wide in shock meeting his gaze while her face blazed. "Oh...that was a joke, right? Funny." She laughed nervously while playing with her clothes.
"If you think it is," he splashed water on his face and turned to face her while wiping his face. "Do you want to shower?"
"Ah, no," Haruhi said softly, looking at his freshened up, close-trimmed beard. "Um, so I'm gonna get dressed now."
Marcus nodded with a small smile and grabbed a few things before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Once he left, Haruhi sighed heavily and began getting dressed. Great, I slept with a rich bastard, a rich jock bastard...if I had thought I would do that I would've stayed in Bunkyo to go to school. She sighed as she began smoothing her hair down, running her fingers through it and stopping when she realized her hair smelled different. Raising some of the locks to her nose she realized it smelled like his bed. Curious she did the same to her shirt and realized her clothes smelled like his cologne. The scents surprisingly complimented each other and succeeded in calming her nerves.
It was odd to feel calm, but she did. She looked at herself in his mirror, her blush fading but her cheeks were still tinted a bright rose though it flared up when the thought of the two of them together crossed her mind. Gods, this was going to be a long car ride back to her dorm. Just being around him made her drop her guard.
A few knocks followed by his voice jolted her from her thoughts. "Baby girl, you almost ready?"
"Ah, yes!" Haruhi opened the door to see him pulling down a black, form-fitting V-neck on. She gave a tiny squeak at the sight. "Ah...um…"
He smiled at her and patted her head while grabbing his wallet and keys. When he moved away from her his cologne filled the air; it was a different scent than the one from the night before but still had the same calming effect. Brown eyes followed his movements, watching him grab a gray jacket and put it on while grabbing a pair of designer black shades.
"Ready?" he asked with a teasing smile.
"Yeah," Haruhi said softly with a small gulp. Her gaze went to the records once more considering asking him about them before shaking her head free of the thought and grabbing her messenger bag and shoes.
The ride to her dorm was relatively normal. They talked about a plethora of subjects, his relaxed nature made it easier for Haruhi to let herself open up, and realized that they had a lot in common. She learned that he had two younger sisters and an older brother who had two children of his own. She also learned that he was, in fact, half-Japanese and could speak a few different languages, including the language of his father. According to him, that was the reason he could understand her drunken advances.
If it wasn't for the fact that she had just met him in a bar she could have sworn they'd known each other for years. They cracked jokes on pedestrians when they were caught by lights, talked about music. Haruhi found herself rambling on and on about Miss Mitski but never found herself asking him about the records. Maybe she'd ask the idol herself when she returned home.
"Thanks for the ride Marcus-san," Haruhi said with a small smile when he pulled to curb outside of her dorm building.
"It's no problem baby girl," he flashed her a smile, his cheeks dimpling in the process
She could feel her stomach flip, but she shrugged it off and gave a small smile. "Um...if you're ever in Japan," she rummaged through her bag while speaking, "we should hang out sometime." She held out a minimalistic designed card and handed it to him.
He took the card, his fingers stroking the back of her hand and causing Haruhi's stomach to flip again. He looked at it and smiled, winking at her from behind his shades.
"That sounds like a date baby girl."
He leaned forward, grabbing her chin in his large hand much to her surprise. Haruhi watched him; he seemed to be moving in slow motion as her heart pounding loudly against her chest as his lips brushed against hers. They were as soft as the kiss, warm and a little sweet too? Ah, fuck it. She leaned into the kiss, her hands resting on his chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue ran along her bottom lip before entering her mouth. She hummed softly, a familiar warmth pooling in the bottom of her stomach the longer they held the kiss.
She needed to go inside. She had a flight to catch and the longer she stayed in the car with this man the more likely last night was to be repeated. Haruhi pulled away, a small whine leaving her as she did so. She touched her fingertips to her lips and gave a smaller whine when she watched him lick his lips slowly.
"I uh...better go. Bye Marcus-san." She hurried out of the car and into her dorm with a loud sigh. She touched her face, feeling it heat even more at the kiss before throwing her bag down and rushing to take a shower.
The longer she thought about the kiss the more her memory of last night began to return. His lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth brought back the feeling of his lips everywhere on her body. Everywhere his lips began to heat at the memory. Everywhere. Haruhi gave a curse, slapping her cheeks to bring herself out of her thoughts and back to the task at hand. She needed to pack the rest of her things once she grabbed a shower, suddenly thankful that she let Kyouya-senpai talk her into packing the majority of her belongings and sending them ahead weeks ago.
After her shower, Haruhi went to work despite her mind drifting off in order to piece together last night and the correlations to her group of friends. She gave a mirthful laugh at the thought of the girls' reaction to her story. They'd want to know every detail especially China-chan, the raver and the loli-someone you'd never expect to be a pervert. Haruhi gave a small laugh, all but imagining their overblown reactions at the news of their tanuki friend having a one-night stand with a tall...dark…handsome...sexy...larger than most men that made her tremble with almost every move he made. Haruhi shook her head. Damn that man. She sighed and went back to packing. If she told them, as good meaning as they were, they'd probably let it slip to the hosts and then she'd have to listen to Tamaki going on and on about how his "darling daughter" would do such an unsavory thing.
She shuddered, mad at herself for thinking that in Tamaki's voice. She looked around, smiling softly at her final bags she had packed, surprised it didn't take as long as she had thought. She stood and stretched, walking over to her discarded bag and grabbing her phone. She blinked when she saw that she had nearly ten missed calls from the girls and the hosts combined. Of course! Haruhi gave a groan of realization and smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand. She told the guys that she would call them after getting home from her goodbye party. She sighed, grabbing her laptop and opening it to Skype. As soon as the home screen for the app turned on she was being called by the group chat the others insisted on making.
"Geez, you guys must have a tracker on me." Haruhi told the group with a blank stare once she accepted the video call offer.
"HARRUUUUHIIIII!" Tamaki's plaintive wail sounded over her speakers as his tear stricken face was the first to pop on her screen. "How dare you not answer daddy's calls! Don't you know how worried he is about his darling daughter being alone in America without him by her side?!"
Haruhi rolled her eyes, laughing to herself at his idiocy. "Senpai please, I am alright. I just crashed at a…" she blushed slightly at the thought of what to call Marcus. "At a friend's place."
"You didn't call us Haru-chan! We thought you had gotten hurt or something!" Honey said with a small pout. "Tama-chan almost forced Kyo-chan to have his family's police force go to Boston to get you."
"And we told the boss that would be kidnapping." The twins said from their respective windows.
"So, are you all packed Haruhi-dear?" Romey Myers asked as she popped into Kaoru's window.
"Yeah. Did my other things get to my apartment okay?"
"Uh...er...not quite."
"What do you mean not quite?"
"Uh well…"
"B totally made your landlord think you moved out and had him forward all of your shit to his place." Chinatsu Sakurai, better known as China, said from her place next to Hikaru.
"SENPAI YOU DID WHAT?!" Haruhi shouted in fury.
"He was going to kick you out anyway!" Tamaki cried in protest. "A father was only doing what was best for his child."
"Even though I told Rene that you would be pissed." Sally Moore said with an annoyed roll of her eyes. "Sorry Haruki, it looks like you're staying with us until you get yourself a new place."
Haruhi groaned, rubbing her temples in frustration. Well, maybe she could stay in the guest house. No, she'd still have to deal with senpai's forcing himself inside to visit. She sighed but hid an amused smile when she kept hearing Tamaki say "daddy" and "daughter" in his continuing rant. Those words had nowhere near the fraction of sex appeal and domination that they did when Marcus said them. She cleared her throat when she felt her face heating up at the memory.
"Haruchi, are you okay?" Jennifer Anne Moreau, known personally as Jenny and any form of a rabbit and professionally as Miss Mitski, asked with a tilt of her head. She touched her finger to her chin in curious thought as she looked at Haruhi's flushed composure. "You look warm, you're not sick are you?"
"Ah! No, I'm fine!" Haruhi waved a hand dismissively. "Anyways, I uh...um…"
Sally blinked and started laughing loudly, speaking in rapid Spanish before she trained her devilish and nosy attention on Haruhi. "Oooh. Did our Haruki have a one night stand last night?"
"What?! No! Why would you say such a thing?!" Haruhi cried. Damn that Dominican raver.
"Honestly Sally-dear! Why would you accuse Haruhi-dear of such a thing?!"
"I mean just look at her! She's got that 'I-got-my-back-blown-out glow!" Sally cackled. "Baby Mama just look at her closely!"
China blinked and leaned closer to the screen before she snorted and started laughing. "Oh my God she does!"
"WHAT?!" Tamaki cried louder. "NO! MY DARLING DAUGHTER WAS DEFILED!"
"Tamaki shut up." Kyouya sighed in annoyance. "If Haruhi wanted to partake in carnal relations her last night in Boston then it was her choice."
"Kyo-pon, you're not helping." Jenny pouted cutely.
"Who was it? Was it one of your classmates?" Ren asked with a small smile.
Haruhi felt her face flare up red. "No…"
"Oh? So, you had sex with a stranger? You at least used protection, right?" Romey asked, blushing softly as well.
"Of course I did!"
"Hey, wasn't Haruhi a virgin?" Hikaru asked with a devilish smirk.
"You're right!" Kaoru laughed.
"Boss how does it feel knowing Haruhi gave it up to a stranger?" the twins asked Tamaki with a laugh only to be hit by their respective girlfriends. They laughed harder though when they saw Tamaki's face blanched and heard him scream loudly before retreating to corner to grow mushrooms.
"Goddamnit, Rene! I still haven't gotten rid of the last batch of mushrooms!" Sally cried in anger before shaking her head and groaning. She turned to Haruhi. "You know we're calling a ten-fourteen as soon as you land. I want every damn detail!"
So, did Haruhi. Haruhi simply sighed and nodded despite giving them all a blank stare as she pulled her legs under her and leaned back against her wall as she watched them bicker amongst themselves. She was grateful they weren't paying attention to her and that they didn't dare ask more about him. She watched the way China laughed, her nose crinkling much like Marcus's did. Her eyes were the same shade of hazel as his.
Oh no. Shit. Fuck. Damn. No way in hell. Haruhi stared in shock at the realization that she slept with China's older brother and the brother-like figure to Jenny. She cursed mentally, feeling her face burn more in embarrassment at just the thought of the ridicule that she would succumb to once they found out. She slept with an older man, but she also slept with a Sakurai sibling. Seeing how protective China was over Jenny with her only being a "play" sibling made her imagine just how protective she was of her blood siblings.
"Eh? Sweetcheeks you okay?"
"Yeah, you look scared Haru-chan." Muireann McGinnis said with ask tilt of her head. "Are you okay?"
"I...uh...I'm fine. Don't worry about me." Haruhi waved her hands quickly. "I uh...gotta go now! The shuttle to the airport is coming soon!" She ended the call quickly and sighed as she ran a hand through her hair.
That sealed the deal. She wasn't going to tell the girls about him. They forced her to spill her innermost secrets for many years, but this was one secret she was going to keep to herself. She'd be able to keep her composure around him if they ever met again. The others wouldn't know, and she was somewhat certain that he wouldn't tell the others if they ever met. It was kind of exciting in a way that she'd finally have a secret that no one would try to pry from her. She smiled softly, touching her lips once more before sitting up and repacking her laptop into her messenger bag and gathering her suitcases to wait for the shuttle.
To Be Continued