Limited Paradise

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya or any of it's characters.

Warning: It is called yaoi for a reason. This fanfiction is rated M for a reason. If two boys have sex disgusts you, I suggest that you read no further.

Further warning: I have watched only the first season of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. 'Nuff said.

It would have been easy to fall in love with Mikuru. She was kind, soft-spoken, beautiful, and gave off such warmth that it affected everyone around her. In short, she was as close to the perfect girl as any human could get. Falling in love with Mikuru would also have been safe, because she would always comply with Haruhi's requests, meaning Haruhi wouldn't have to worry about losing her control over Kyon to outside influence.

Falling in love with Haruhi would have been the easiest option. After all, she was the unaware, all-powerful supreme ruler of the world. Or was it the universe? Either way, it didn't truly matter. Despite her boisterous, over-bearing personality, Haruhi was just as beautiful as Mikuru and extremely alluring to the male population of her species. Falling in love with Haruhi would have made the crazy girl happy and effectively help ward off some of her more violent moods, which in effect would help decrease the number of enclosed spaces.

Falling in love with Yuki would have been understandable. Not beautiful, she was extremely cute. Also, she was incredibly intelligent and powerful. Many guys would kill for a girlfriend such as Yuki. And she, too, silently complied with Haruhi's wishes and would keep Kyon within the realm of easy control.

However, his heart hadn't gone for the easy route. No, he had fallen in love with the mysterious, infuriating, annoyingly secretive, and devilishly handsome Itsuki Koizumi. And the worst (best?) part was that he couldn't blame his feelings on Haruhi's selfish desires anymore. He hadn't been able to for a long time. It had been weeks since her interest in yaoi had faded. After forcing the only two male members of the club to pose for countless pictures, she had grown bored with homosexual romance and moved onto her next source of entertainment.

The only problem was that Kyon hadn't, because he couldn't. Haruhi's yaoi kick hadn't created Kyon's feeling for Itsuki, merely awakened them. And looking back, he could recognize the time months before Haruhi had become interested in yaoi when his feelings for the esper had already begun to develop. He'd always thought he'd been straight, what with his reaction to Mikuru and all. He still recognized her beauty, and her warmth still touched his heart. But nothing could make Kyon's heart beat as fast or steal his breath away as quickly as a single look or touch from Itsuki.

"Kyon, we're going on a date," the words came from Haruhi's mouth, not in the form of a request but a demand. She had dropped the bombshell quite suddenly in the middle of an ordinary brigade meeting. He had been in the middle of turning over othello stones, and his body had frozen. The other's had told him to expect something like this to happen, but he had vehemently denied it. Because he didn't want Haruhi to like him, he never had and had realized long ago that kissing her in that enclosed space was a major mistake. The room was tense, everyone waiting for his response and eventual compliance. Unfortunately, this was one thing he could not give them.

Sighing, he stood up and watched as the others relaxed, already assuming that he would be going on this date with Haruhi. However, instead of walking over to where she was waiting with her hand outstretched, he merely picked up his backpack and headed for the door. Undaunted, the brown-haired girl ran over, grabbed his hand, and began to pull. This was the one battle Kyon had chosen to fight, and he wasn't going to give up. So, he pulled his hand away and crossed his arms while leaning back, his body language screaming his unwillingness to go with her.

"What's wrong Kyon?" Haruhi asked, oblivious to all but her own desires. "We're going on a date; it's only natural to hold hands. Now, come on, let's go."

For one moment, the brown-haired young man hesitated. There was no telling what his planned future actions would have on Haruhi's mood; he'd already had more than enough demonstrations of her power to shudder at the thought. However, he'd already decided, and he was going to see this through. Taking a deep breathe to steady himself in preparation of what he was about to do, Kyon stated in a voice as firm as he could manage, "I'm not going."

Silence reigned as the room exploded with anxious fear, and he could feel all four pairs of eyes on him. The silence was broken by a simultaneous combination of sounds: a gasp, squeak, sigh, and angry screech. The squeak came from Mikuru, the gasp from Itsuki, the sigh from Yuki, and the angry screech, obviously, from Haruhi.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" the brown-haired girl shrieked at the top of her lungs, a sound anyone would be hard-pressed to compare to anything other than a shrieking banshee.

"I'm not going to go out with you," Kyon said as slowly and calmly as he could with an almost imperceptibly quick glance at Itsuki. "Because I'm in love with somebody else." And with that said, he left a room full of people sitting in stunned silence.

That was the first night Kyon's dreams came. In his dream, the esper visited him in the middle of the night, wearing casual clothes. It was still a sight that made Kyon's heart race.

"That was a stupid thing you did today," Itsuki said, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over Kyon. "She's pissed as hell, but I am curious. Who did you end up falling for?"

"You're awfully stupid for a byproduct of my subconscious," Kyon said with a sad smile, reaching up to cup Itsuki's cheek with his hand. "It's always been you."

The Itsuki in his dream looked much more surprised at his confession than the real life one would, and he found himself liking that a little too much. But he sure was glad his subconscious was much more imaginative than his conscious.

Laughing weakly, Itsuki replied, "I was afraid you would say that." However, his actions failed to match his words as he leaned down and captured Kyon's lips in a hot, searing kiss, tasting exactly as Kyon remembered from their yaoi photography sessions.

And the next thing he knew, Kyon was waking up to the sound of his sister pounding on the door, yelling at him to get up. It was morning, and Kyon had never been so disappointed to see a dream end.

When he got to school, Haruhi had already taken her seat, silently fuming while glaring daggers at the seat directly in front of her. When she glanced up and spotted him in the doorway, she shifted her gaze to the window. Sighing, he took a seat and spent the whole day trying to ignore the palpable tension in the classroom caused by Haruhi. It was so bad that he almost considered not going to the S.O.S. Brigade meeting after school. However, he figured he was already in enough trouble with the other members of the club and decided he could listen to Haruhi's ranting for a couple hours if it meant there were fewer enclosed spaces being created. So, he braced himself and marched straight towards the clubroom, knocking twice on the closed door once he got there.

After waiting for a few minutes and hearing nothing, he opened the door and was greeted by the sight of all three of the club's females in various states of undress. With a glance, he observed a stoically silent Yuki, a Mikuru who was shedding floods of silent tears, and an angry Haruhi with an expression that showed she was obviously expecting something from him. Sighing, Kyon quickly apologized and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Scowling, he turned to lean against the door and closed his eyes, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Is there any reason I shouldn't go in there?" Itsuki's voice shocked him, causing him to jump.

Shaking his head, Kyon merely shrugged and said, "No, just that Haruhi had all the girls getting naked."

"Ah," the esper said and was about to say more, but a shout from inside the clubroom cut him off. "That was a complete waste of time! He didn't even blink. Even Mikuru's boobs didn't even faze him!"

"Ah," Itsuki repeated, but the tone held a kind of frustrated understanding. "She was extraordinarily angry last night, you know?"

Frowning, Kyon noticed that Itsuki's voice sounded extremely tired, something that his mind had failed to register before. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the esper looked like he had been through Hell and back. Kyon's heart broke knowing he was the cause. Even though he was quite sure he didn't want to know, the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. "How bad was it last night?"

"No one died," Itsuki replied in the infuriatingly calm, calculating voice. He was judging Kyon's reaction. Having a feeling that that statement really wasn't a joke, Kyon had flinched slightly. "And the enclosed space really wasn't all that big, only extended around the school. And all the attacks were focused on one place, the clubroom. However, there were seven shinjin rather than the usual one or two, and they were far more aggressive than normal."

"I'm sorry," Kyon said, not able to meet his gaze.

"It's going to happen again," was the simple reply, not a guess but an assurance. "Unless you acquiesce to her demands."

"I can't," Kyon said looking up, straight into the esper's eyes, trying to communicate everything he felt with his gaze alone. "I can't go out with her, but I am sorry you're being hurt." And those words were more true than Itsuki would probably ever know. He hated knowing that his actions might cause harm to the one he loved, but he'd been pushed around by Haruhi far too much to let this slide.

"I was afraid you would say that," he replied with a sad smile and turned to face the door just as it was opened by a frowning Haruhi. She beckoned them in with her hand, sending a glare toward Kyon just for good measure. Shrugging, the two male teens walked in and took their usual seats.

"Your tea," Mikuru said, in a somewhat quieter voice than normal as she set the hot liquid down in front of him. It was obvious she was still feeling extremely embarrassed due to Haruhi's latest stunt.

"Thank you," Kyon replied, offering her an apologetic smile. In turn, she turned bright red, squeaked, and scurried away, causing him to sigh again.

"OK!" Haruhi shouted, halfway between anger and excitement. She had a new plan, and Kyon had a sinking feeling that it was his fault. "Today, we're going to start researching the next person we're going on the hunt for: Kyon's secret love!"

Groaning, said boy commented, "You could always just ask me who it is."

"Where's the fun in that?" Haruhi demanded, flipping over the white board to feveal a chart with the title Who's the girl that Kyon loves?. With an annoying smirk adorning her face, she said, "Now, start talking."

Not in a hurry to correct the gender she had incorrectly assumed, he just stared and stared and stared, halfway tempted to bang his head against the table. After a long period of silence, he looked around and noticed the other's were looking at him with slightly pleading expression, even Yuki. With a heavy sigh, he looked back at Haruhi and asked, "What do you want to know?"

By the end of the meeting, he almost wanted to cry. Kyon had spent the last two hours struggling to answer all the questions in a way that satisfied Haruhi but didn't give away too much detail. He had refused to take the easy route, which would have been to lie. So, at the end of the day, Haruhi had a list that looked something like this.

Hair: Short brown

Eyes: Brown

Age: 18

Height: Tall

Looks: Breathtaking

Personality: Annoying

There was more, but that was the general gist of what the rest of the list looked like.

"What are her hobbies?" Haruhi persisted, making Kyon wonder why she even wanted to know all this information.

"Playing games," he grumbled out, as it was the first thing that popped into his mind.

"Mind games or board games?" Itsuki asked in a voice that told he was extremely amused by the current situation.

"Both," Kyon groaned, slamming his head down on the table to hide the blush he knew was now staining his cheeks.

"Okay," Haruhi exclaimed. "That's enough for today. Tomorrow, we'll commence with the searching." And with that said, she left, everyone in the room breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for cooperating with her today," Itsuki said getting up to leave. "I don't think it'll be so bad tonight as it was last night."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Kyon replied following suit. He hurried ahead of the esper, making sure they wouldn't be walking together at all. After the dream last night and the grilling he had just received, he wasn't sure he could handle a normal conversation with Itsuki.

That night, Kyon dreamed of Itsuki again, another visit late in the night. This time, no words were exchanged. Before he was even aware what was going on, Kyon felt Itsuki's lips pressed firmly against his own and a warm tongue beseeching for entrance into his mouth. Without a moment's hesitation, Kyon entangled in hands in the esper's hair, pulling their heads closer together as his lips parted with a groan. Itsuki thrust his tongue into Kyon's mouth, coaxing the other teen's into action. As the kiss became more headed, more passionate, the esper slid one of his hands under Kyon's white cotton T-shirt.

As his hand brushed over a nipple, Kyon broke the kiss with a throaty gasp. Smirking, Itsuki took the opportunity to remove Kyon's shirt and throw it to the floor. Then, he attached his lips to Kyon's neck and continued teasing his nipples with light brushes of fingertips. As the esper sucked on the junction between the shoulder and neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, he thrust his hips forward, rubbing their cloth-covered erections against each other, causing Kyon to let out a loud moan. And even though it was just a dream, Kyon was still extraordinarily glad that his parents had invested in a house with sound-proof walls.

Anyway, without pausing, Itsuki moved his ministrations lower and licked Kyon's left nipple. The loud moan the submissive teen released was all the invitation the esper needed. As he continued to suckle Kyon's nipple, Itsuki's now free hand found its way down to the wasteband of Kyon's jeans. It rested there a few moments before diving below both the pants and boxers and firmly grasped Kyon's raw erection. His hand began stroking Kyon at an agonizingly slow pace as a sound halfway in between a pleasured moan and a strangled gasp escaped Kyon's lips.

Itsuki captured Kyon's lips in yet another searing kiss as Kyon bucked his hips forward and let out a whimper, begging for more. Complying, Itsuki began pumping faster and harder as he kissed Kyon fiercely. When they finally broke apart for air, the boy underneath knew he was close to release, but all of a sudden, Itsuki just stopped, pulling away from his body which was desperately aching for a release.

But before Kyon had time to wonder why, he noticed that Itsuki was repositioning himself and slowly beginning to pull Kyon's pants down. Despite everything that had already happened, Kyon blushed once again.

As soon as his cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, Itsuki's talented lips attached themselves to its head and began sucking as his tongue dipped into the slit. He hands moved, one to the base of the shaft to play with the twin sacs and the other to finger tease the puckered opening of his ass. Slowly, Itsuki took more and more of Kyon into his mouth, continuing to suck and twirl his tongue around Kyon's shaft until he had taken Kyon's entire erection inside his mouth and was deep-throating it. Then, the esper started humming lightly, and the vibrations around his cock shot waves of pleasure through Kyon like never before, causing him to moan out Itsuki's name as loud as he could. The last thing he remembered before waking up the next morning was the bright white haze that clouded his vision as he orgasmed into Itsuki's awaiting mouth.

When he awoke the next morning, Kyou couldn't help the groan of frustration that escaped his lips as he noticed the morning wood that awaited him. Even though he was already late in waking up, he knew he couldn't skip taking a shower, at least the dream provided him with some fresh material, really good material too. He'd never been able to imagine anything as pleasurable as that dream.

Anyway, he jerked off in the shower imagining the feel of Itsuki's mouth of around his cock, quickly got dressed, skipped breakfast, and arrived in class about ten seconds before the final bell rang. Fortunately, Haruhi was in a much better mood than she had been the day before, probably because she had found herself another mission. So, the classroom wasn't filled to the brim with nervous tension, and the students weren't distracted by wondering when WWIII would break lose. Unfortunately, it also meant Haruhi had gotten unagry enough to drag Kyon by the tie to the clubroom.

"Okay," Haruhi shouted once all the brigade members had assembled. "Today, Operation: Search for the Girl Kyon Loves commences. Yuki, Mikuru, and I will begin the hunt while Koizumi and Kyon remain here."

"Is there any reason to leave us behind? Kyon grumbled, not too keen on being left alone in a closed classroom with the object of his affections.

"Because we're going to the best place for information gathering," Haruhi stated like it was an obvious answer. After a few moments of awkward silence, she added, "Boys can't go into the girls' bathroom."

"What a wonderful idea Suzumiya-san," Itsuki said with a mysterious smile. Haruhi nodded her agreement quickly before dragging Mikuru out the door as Yuki followed silently after.

"That was a good idea you had yesterday," the esper said once they were alone as he pulled out a shogi board.

"What are you talking about?" Kyon asked, wondering whether Itsuki was referring coming to the meeting or actually giving their brigade leader information about his love interest.

"You intentionally gave her vague answers," Itsuki commented. "Regardless of why you did so, it will keep her mind occupied for quite a while, and because you did so willingly, she feels as though she maintained some level of control over you. However, she is still angry that she isn't the target of your romantic desires, so there was another enclosed space last night. But you don't have to worry, it was about the same size as normal with only one shinjin."

"That's good," Kyon replied with a huge sigh of relief. "But if she's mad about me having feelings for someone else, why is she so intent on finding that person?"

"That, Kyon, should be obvious," the esper replied shaking his head. "She wants to assess her competition and eliminate the threat. Suzumiya-san is accustomed to getting what she wants, and Hell nor Heaven hath fury like a woman scorned. We're just lucky she wasn't angry enough to destroy the whole world and decided to focus on one person."

"She never thinks about anyone else, does she?"

"She wants you, Kyon, and she is going to do everything in her power to get you."

"Then, why doesn't she just change my feelings and redirect them towards her?"

"Because, even gods can't change something as natural and pure as true feelings of love."

"Oh," Kyon said, as a burning desire to tell everything he felt to the teen sitting across the table erupted within him. At that moment, he had never wanted to confess his feeling more, feelings that were, apparently, too powerful for even Haruhi to change. However, he kept his mouth firmly clamped together, because she could come back at any moment. And Kyon knew that she could make Itsuki disappear as easily as she had made him appear.

"So, are you going to tell me who is both the lucky target of your affections and the unfortunate source of Suzumiya-san's ire?" Itsuki asked with an almost mocking expression aimed at him. Startled out of his reverie, Kyon just shook his head fiercely.

A/N: O_o Hello readers old and new, welcome to the end of the first chapter of Limited Paradise. I must confess, I never imagined it would be this long. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter enough to want to read more. Funny thing is, I got a very good friend hooked on this fic after she read only a few pages. And this is where I tend to start rambling, so before I start, I'll stop myself and add the usual ending…

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