Disclaimer: As you all know, regardless of what I have dreamed and prayed for, I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or its characters; however, for everyone's enjoyment, I will continue to use them in my fanfictions. I'm sure you don't mind.

A/N: So many new stories being written! This will be the last Ouran story until I wrap up some of the others I started, and this also makes it the fourth new Ouran story in a little more than a week. This will be my first M rated story, and based on the response I received from mtnikolle, Chika/Haruhi will be my first pairing in the M category. Thanks to Crazykitcat for encouraging me to write more M rated stories after reading my first M story in the Twilight genre. I hope all of you like it, and let me apologize now, you might not be so happy with Hikaru in the beginning. Sorry.

Chapter 1 – A Wedding, A mistake

Life did not turn out the way Haruhi had planned, and she even considered not coming today, but she knew she had to. Hunny was still one of her closest friends, and this was his special day. She would not do anything to ruin it…she hoped.

It's funny. A year and a half ago, fresh out of college and studying for her bar exam, she married Hikaru Hitachiin, and she was happy. They had dated off and on during their third year at Ouran, and then got more serious during their second year in college, and when he finally popped the question, she quickly agreed. Sure he was still close to his twin, she figured they would always be close, and she understood she would probably see Kaoru more than the average brother-in-law. It was to be expected. As it was, there were time Kaoru came on their dates with them, and while she might not have liked it most of the time, Hikaru and Kaoru were special and had a harder time than most letting go. She thought it would be better after they got married. She realized now, she had been utterly delusional.

Her marriage started out all right. It wasn't perfect by any means, but when you first start living together with someone and just get married, anything is rarely perfect. Sure she had spent the night with him here and there at the apartment he shared with Kaoru, but her father had forbid her from living together with a boy before they were married. It was fine. She understood and adapted, and Hikaru seemed to have little problem with that stipulation; and thus, their lives together really did not begin until they both said, "I do."

And the moment they spoke those vows, their relationship started to fall apart. The sex was amazing. After they got married, it was like he ramped up his skill, making her feel things she never had before when they had sex. She wasn't sure what the difference or change was, but she liked it. Their first two months as man and wife, they were insatiable doing it whenever and wherever they wanted. The hall, the living room…anywhere. In fact, after they got back from a month long honeymoon, they declined hiring servants so they could have their house to themselves…to christen it so to speak. Haruhi was always hot and ready for him, which was probably a good thing since there were times he would throw her against the wall, release himself from his pants, and thrust into her without warning bringing them both to pleasure with the hard carnal way he made love to her. Those times excited her the most.

Over their honeymoon, he still talked to Kaoru at least once a day, and after they got back, it grew to at least twice a day if they didn't see each other. At first, the younger twin only visited once every 3-4 days, and then 2-3, and then every other day. After two months of marriage, Kaoru was over every day. That was fine with Haruhi. The twins were close and Hikaru needed his brother. That isn't what bothered her; it was something else entirely (sort of). After a while of the younger twin visiting every day, Hikaru started to invite his brother to spend the night periodically, and those invitations started to become more frequent. At first, she tried not to let it bother her when her husband did not come to bed at all on some of those nights, but again, her alone time in bed had started to increase. The straw the broke the camel's back so to speak is when she tried to say something to Hikaru about it and they argued. After the argument, in her mind, they talked and made up. Kissing and apologizing to each other, but that night, Hikaru asked Kaoru to sleep in their bed with them. Not for any funny business, but because apparently he wanted his twin close. Haruhi couldn't take it any longer and slept in a guest room that night. Did Hikaru come after her? No. The next morning he told her she had behaved like a child.

She was done. Instead of fighting about this any longer, instead of feeling like a third wheel in her own marriage, she left. After one year of marriage, it was over. The divorce had been quiet and easy, and she and Hikaru were no more. Not even her friendship with the twins had survived. Maybe she should have talked to Kaoru when things started to go south, but she didn't. Hindsight was 20/20.

And now, she sat on the groom's side of the church as Hunny spoke his own vows to Reiko, wishing them better luck with their marriage than she had in her own. He only had his brother, Mori, and Satoshi standing up with him. The other hosts were dispersed in the crowd, and that included Hikaru and Kaoru, who when she saw them upon entering the church, had turned their noses up and their backs to her, giving her the snub they believed she deserved. Had she been so wrong in her feelings on the matter? She didn't think so, however, even amongst her friends, she's the one that sometimes felt like the outsider.

There were moments after she got ready today, when she almost turned back to go home because she knew full well how Hikaru and Kaoru would treat her. The others seemed to try and keep from picking sides and she had maintained her friendship with Kyoya, Hunny, Mori, Tamaki, Satoshi, and Chika; and yet, she could also feel the slight strain, the heavy atmosphere, when she was with the hosts that had chosen to remain her friends. So, it wasn't all that shocking to believe she kind of didn't want to be here for this wedding, didn't want to see Hikaru, and she didn't want to cause an unsettling feeling for Hunny and his bride on this momentous day.

That all being said, she came because Chika had guilted her into it. The day before she had picked up the present she had ordered for the bride and groom, and ran into Hunny's younger brother. Believing this to be fate and perfect timing, she tried to hand over the gift to him so he could deliver it for her, but he refused telling her, "You know, my brother is going to be sad and disappointed if you don't come. I know it isn't easy to be around the twins right now, but this isn't about them or you, it's about Mitsukuni. He loves you and you're one of his best friends. Do you really want to hurt him by giving into fear and pressure from those idiots? Or are you better than that? And if it really bugs you, just hang out with Satoshi and me the whole night. We'll protect you and make sure you have a good time." He swayed her. Of course it helped that he was right and she knew it.

Ergo, here she was sitting listening to her friend recite his vows while she felt like she wanted to crawl under a rock. How exactly were Chika and Satoshi supposed to protect her if they were up there and she was in the audience? Shaking it off, she would just get through this, go to the reception, have one glass of wine, say congrats to the happy couple, and be back home in an hour…two tops.

Why didn't anything she planned work out the way she wanted? Somehow one glass of wine turned into five and she was currently spinning around the dance floor with Chika. She had been at the reception for a few hours now, and while Hikaru and Kaoru kept giving her seething looks, she somehow was having fun. Fun she hadn't had in a while. When she had arrived at the reception, she had tried to blend into the table, sitting at her assigned seat and not talking to anyone, but the twins had found her and approached her.

Hikaru said, "What's a commoner like you doing here amongst the elite. You don't deserve to be here."

Kaoru added, "She's probably here to get another rich husband so she can divorce him and make his life miserable too."

Laughing, his brother told him, "Nah. Nobody would want her. She's used goods. Hell, she wasn't even worth marrying the first time. I was only playing with a toy after all."

It hurt. More than the sneers and death glares, this cut right to the very heart of her. She wanted to cry, but she dare not give them the satisfaction. Her nails cut into the palms of her hands, she bit the inside of her mouth, and she bowed her head. She didn't even want them to see how her eyes burned and filled with tears. They may be filled, but she refused to let one drop fall. It would not happen.

"The difference between you and others, some of us know how to treat a lady. Her birth class does not mean she is not a lady," Chika snapped from behind the twins.

To his right, his best friend shook his head in disgust, "No, the difference between them and others, they don't deserve to breathe the same air as her. She's better than them, and the only reason the Morinozuka and Haninozuka are still associated with the Hitachiin family is because we don't hold the sins of the sons against the parents. I can't guaranty anything in the future though."

"How dare you?!" The twins seethed simultaneously.

"We dare because we can. Back off away from her, never talk to her again, and leave her alone before I make you," Chika threatened.

"So now she's moved on to you?" Hikaru chuckled derisively.

Shaking his head, Chika announced, "No, my parents have arranged a marriage with someone else, however, she is still a friend of mine and my family, and I at least know how to treat a friend and lady."

Hikaru and Kaoru could see they were getting in well over their heads, especially when they saw Mori start to approach. In the end, they walked away without another word. Out of all their friends, the Haninozuka's and Morinozuka's were the four that remained steadfast in Haruhi's defense, and that pissed Hikaru off more than anything. As peers and friends, they should have picked his side, and they didn't.

After they left, Satoshi sat on one side of her and Chika on the other becoming her guards for the night. They also derailed her plan of leaving early. They refused to let her leave, giving her glass of wine after glass of wine, and then pulling her on the dance floor after it had opened up, taking turns spinning her around since neither had come with a date. Chika had yet to meet his fiancée, and Satoshi's girlfriend had come down with the stomach flu. She never thought she would actually have fun tonight, but she was, and she owed it all to her two heroes.

Maybe it was after the tenth or eleventh glass of wine, when the party was winding down, she danced one last dance with Chika. They were both toasty from the alcohol and feeling good. The dance was a slow one, and his face started getting closer. Her eyes naturally closed on their own and the feeling of his lips pressing against hers made her mouth automatically open of its own accord.

She wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing she knew, they were in a hotel room upstairs from the reception room ripping each other's clothes off. How long had it been since she felt this kind of need and desire, and she wasn't even sure why. Maybe it was the alcohol. Sure Chika had always been cute, but not to this point, after all, he was Hunny's little brother. The only excuse she had was the alcohol and that it had been almost a year since she had sex because even before she ended the marriage, they had stopped pleasuring each other.

Pushing aside any thoughts of her ex-husband, forgetting for the time being that Chika had a fiancée, she relished in his touch. Her fingers pushed the shirt off his shoulders and the taught muscles she felt at those very tips made her core ache and she wanted him. Her finger nail flicked over a nipple and she heard him suck in his breath at the same time he was kissing her neck and reaching around to unzip her dress. Next, her hands reached for his belt and slid it off with ease before undoing the button and zipper to his trousers. As his pants fell to pool at his feet, her hand dove into the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his manhood. He was thicker and longer than Hikaru, and it pulsed in her hand.

Chika couldn't think. Haruhi was torturing him. Never had he ever looked at her in a sexual way. She was nothing more than his brother's friend, but tonight after all the alcohol, having a willing female in his arms…no. not just any female. There was something about her tonight. He wanted to hold her, make love to her, to drive all thoughts of Hikaru from her mind; to never again see her about to cry because of that asshole.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally got the zipper completely undone and stepped away from her for a moment before sliding his hands up her thighs, over her hips, and pulling the dress over her head. He gulped. She was beautiful. Petite and slim, her breast size had grown since high school and he figured now they would fill his palms. Never again could anyone mistake her for anything but an honest to god woman. And he wanted her. He gulped again, when she undid her bra and shimmied out of her panties.

Dropping to her knees before him, Haruhi grabbed his boxers and pulled them down. She had made the decision to go through with this and she would do everything she wanted, sating her lust and the cravings of her body. Her hands wrapped around his member and her tongue flicked the end, causing him to his and her to smile wantonly. Swirling her tongue around the end, she finally took it into her mouth and sucked ever so slightly, her tongue licking the underside, feeling the vein that ran his length. She wanted more, and sank further on his length.

Unable to handle the pleasure for too long, the hands he had subconsciously tangled in her hair, pulled her away from his dick and he breathlessly groaned, "Wait!" He wanted her to reach pleasure as well, but seeing her disappointed face, he almost caved. "You're turn," he whispered, brushing his fingers over her face. Pulling her to her feet, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Starting with her lips, he kissed her down her body, pausing at her breasts, suckling the pink sweet peaks topping each one. Once done laving attention there, he continued going lower until he could flick his tongue against her clit. She bucked and he smiled. He inserted one finger into her core and felt how wet and hot it was. He moved in and out as his mouth continued to suck and pleasure her nub, adding a second finger and pressing upwards. She screamed, and his dick got harder – he honestly didn't think that was possible – and when she came, he drank it up, returning to her lips and letting her taste herself on him. She hadn't argued.

"More," she crooned.

Who was he to deny a lady her wish? Grabbing her hips, he lined himself up with her center and pressed in slowly, moaning at the pleasure of her heat surrounding him.

"More," she begged again.

He thrust in hard and fast the rest of the way, waiting a moment so she could adjust to him, savoring the pleasure she gave him. When she lifted her hips to meet his, he pulled back and thrust in again. Over and over until they were both fighting to breath and on the pinnacle of climax; and when they both fell over the edge, it was nothing but an explosion and their senses left them.

Those both lost count of how many times they found completion in each other's arms, but by the morning, they were weary and sated. And when Chika woke up later that morning with a killer hangover, he was alone in bed. Reality had returned.

Part of Haruhi hadn't wanted to leave, but as the sun started to peek through the curtains, sense returned and she remembered about her ex-husband and Chika's fiancée. This should not have happened, and she would walk away and pretend it never did. He could do the same. Life would return to normal.