Kyoya pushed her onto the bed. Haruhi gasped in surprise, her back falling onto the soft sheets.
"Surely you weren't so naive that you actually believe that a person's sex doesn't matter." Kyoya says, sounding menacing.
Her hair covered her eyes, making her blink, trying to get it out of her face. However, Haruhi was too frightened to move, much less move the annoying locks of hair out of her face. Instead, her hands rested up in front of her face, held up as if she were trying to defend herself.
"You have left yourself completely defenseless against me." he continues, making fear wash over Haruhi.
Kyoya's scent floated over her; a rich and bitter smelling cologne that took over her senses. Haruhi takes in a breath.
So that's it. Haruhi thinks.
"You won't do it, Kyoya-Senpai. I know, because it wouldn't do you any good. You wouldn't gain anything from it." Haruhi says, trying to reason with him.
Kyoya closes his eyes and smirks, then lifts himself off of her.
"You're right. You're a fascinating young woman, Haruhi."
Kyoya wipes off his glasses and places them on his nose and ears. Haruhi lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, then goes to get up.
"I guess that is why it will be something gained." Kyoya says.
Kyoya's hand reaches out and grabs Haruhi's delicate wrist. He holds it high, lifting Haruhi up to her knees.
"Kyo…" Haruhi tries to scream, trying to get out of her situation.
Kyoya puts a hand over Haruhi's mouth, rendering her vocal chords useless.
Kyoya wraps an arm around her waist, holding it so she couldn't scoot away from him. Haruhi tried to buck up against him, hoping it would make him release her. Haruhi's struggling was in vain; Kyoya had a tight hold on her.
Kyoya tightens his hold, bringing her closer to him.
Haruhi bites Kyoya's hand, making him yelp. He withdraws his hand and looks at it, giving Haruhi ample time to escape. She slides out from under him, trying to exit from his side. Haruhi screams again, hoping someone would hear her.
Kyoya recovers and grabs her upper arm, yanking her back. He then attaches his mouth to Haruhi's, ceasing her scream.
He lays her back on the bed, while keeping his mouth on hers.
Haruhi continues to try and scream, making her mouth rumble against her attacker. Kyoya growls lowly, pushing more force into his kiss.
Haruhi finds herself melting into his lips. She shakes her head, not wanting to give in. However, she finds herself repeatedly returning to the make out session.
Kyoya chuckles against her lips, then pulls back.
"It was an intriguing notion, in its own way." he says, jumping off of the bed.
"However, I did gain something."
Kyoya goes to the middle of the room, picking up his towel.
"Hey, Kyoya, I need to borrow some lotion, I got a really bad sunburn…" Tamaki says, walking in.
Haruhi sits up quickly, before he sees her. However, he does she her sitting on the bed, and the fact Kyoya was shirtless.
"You…" he starts, but Kyoya throws him lotion, then goes to exit.
"Here, you big oaf." Kyoya says, then goes to the door.
Before he walks through the door, he turns around, unbeknownst to Tamaki. He catches Haruhi's eye and smirks evilly at her, then shifts his eyes to Tamaki and back to her. and Haruhi gets it.
That is what he gained. Blackmail.