"Welcome my lovely princesses to the Ouran Host Club. Please enjoy yourselves, for we exist purely for your happiness." The door swept open among a flurry of sweet smelling, red, rose petals. The petals swirling around seven strikingly handsome young men, or six men and one female masquerading as a man. The scene was something from a fairy tale. The princes of Ouran High School. The excited babble of dozens of girls met their ears, each group choosing their favorite host and heading towards their tables. The Prince of Princes, Tamaki Suoh, treating all women like Princesses. Showering them with flattery and making them feel as if they were the most special beings in the world. There was the mischievous twins, always exiting the girls with their actions, painting delicious taboo fantasies in their minds, ones they did nothing to refute, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. Then came the natural type, Haruhi Fujioka. She knew instinctively how to draw the girls to her, like flies to honey. Kyouya Ootori, the dark prince. Keeping himself always aloof, drawing girls with his calm unruffled air. Always keeping thim at arms length, though each choosing him in the hopes to be that one who could pierce his heart. The always popular Mitskuni Hunny Haninozuka. Who always drew the ladies with his big blue eyes, falsely innocent grin, and childish actions that were just too cute to ignore. Coupled with him every time was the stoic prince, Takashi Mori Morinozuka. With his quiet mystery every girl wished to penetrate. Together they created the Host Club, by far the most popular club in the entire school. At least for the females of the school.
"Isn't this good cake Usa-chan?" Honey's sweet voice chirped to his beloved stuffed bunny, the young man pretending to feed the pink plushie a bite. The girls around him smiled at the sweetness. To all who saw him he appeared the most innocent of beings. Never happier than with Usa-chan in his arms, a plate of cake, and his beloved cousin Mori nearby. None could guess at the sadistic nature hidden behind those blue eyes. Or of all the twisted games he played with his cousin. Games they could never hope to guess the nature of.
"Would you like a bite Takashi?" he asked, using the question as an opportunity to climb onto the taller young man's lap. The question coupled with such a childish action produced the desired smiles of indulgence and enjoyment, along with the crones of "aww, how cute" and "Honey does love his Mori-sempai." Under the table, where no eyes could see, Honey had his palm pressed to the bulge in Mori's pants. The small hand was massaging the cramped erection, one that had never softened once today. Not with the small tortures and the constant presence of the phallus inside him. Slowly he took the bite of cake, swallowing the groan that threatened as the small hand squeezed. How exquisite in his small teasing he was. None but Mori could see the swift dark look in his eyes. The look that revealed the true nature of him. No one in the world knew its full truth, none but Mori.
It took a lot of willpower for the larger man not to make a sound, but even he couldn't prevent the groan that startled all those at the table, Honey quickly turned the phallus off. His eyes promised retribution later as all the girls hastened forward. Asking with worry if Mori was hurt or sick. Honey himself joined in the chorus, concerned etched onto his features. At Mori's insistence that he had merely stubbed his toe on the table leg, did the girls settle back down. Frowning for him alone Honey then turned around, settling even more firmly into his cousins lap. His soft bottom pressed against the aching bulge, as the hands tightened on his hips the blond smiled. Well pleased with himself. He proceeded to delight the girls at the table with his silly dribble about cakes, sweets, and all things cute. So much so that he started to annoy himself. He had so much contempt hidden inside for these girls, how boring they were. None of them could hold a candle to his Mori, to the complexity of their world. He waited till the moment they could go home and he could punish his pet as he so sorely deserved, especially after that very naughty groan early. As he spoke he envisioned punishments. Thinking of paddles and straps, whilst speaking about his favorite sweets.
"Until tomorrow my beauties. Be prepared, we are hosting a truly marvelous event. Imagine towering columns and beautiful pyramids." Finally the last of the girls had trickled out of the room, very reluctantly. Haruhi at once commenced cleaning up as Kyouya drew Tamaki aside to discuss just how much this event would cost the club. As the one in charge of the money this was very important to the dark prince, though not important in the slightest to Tamaki. As long as it happened. The twins had already left, nothing could convince those two to clean up. Haruhi moved among the tables with the ease of one who's been doing it awhile, which she had. As she reached the table that Honey and Mori had hosted at she tsked at the state Usa-chan was in.
"Oh Honey-sempai. Look how dirty he is. You've gotten cake and tea all over him. I know you like feeding him but did you have to be so messy?" A redundant question, for of course this happened fairly often. As was apparent when the pair left together to clean him up. Of course Tamaki could never bear to be separated from Haruhi long and tagged along. Kyouya soon followed, not to clean up the bunny but to run some numbers and do other things he did to keep the club running smoothly. This left Mori alone. Not since they had gotten to school had Mori been alone. The ache of his confined erection was excruciating. The throbbing only getting worse as his body realized what he was about to do.
Fear and excitement battled in equal measures inside him, a deep breath, and then sweet sweet release. He had barely touched himself and already the tip was beaded with moisture. Glancing furtively at the door he kept an eye, and ear, out for a hint of someone. Soon though, he was lost in the feel of his hands on an organ that had been aching all day. His head fell back against the chair, a look of ecstasy suffusing his face, and darkening his cheeks pink. The hand gripping himself squeezed out another droplet of moisture, speeding up as the pressure built. Mori was fairly panting now, he hadn't touched himself in a very long time. He knew what he was doing was wrong but he couldn't resist. It felt too good, he needed this so badly. He was close, oh so close. His back arched, erection throbbing madly.
"I leave for a few minutes and what do I find?" The hiss of cold anger in that voice swept through him, Mori's hand fell away at once, fear sliding down his spine. He opened his eyes to find furious blue ones staring into his own. Honey's warm hands closed around the still twitching member, it jerked madly in his hands as he stroked it once. Mori groaned unable to help himself, the sound quickly becoming one of despair when his Master tucked him back into his pants. Not a moment too soon as Haruhi came back in clutching Usa-chan, followed by Tamaki, whom she was ignoring. Her inquisitive brown eyes swept the room, if she thought the tenseness of both boys was odd her face didn't reveal it.
"You will be in so much trouble when we get home," Honey hissed in a voice so low only Mori could hear it. A shiver of apprehension whispered down his spine. He would pay and pay dearly. He had known that when he started if he were caught. Knew he deserved it, knew he wouldn't have done differently. He dropped his eyes respectively and whimpered, whether it was a sound for leniency or one in affirmation, he wasn't quite sure. Possibly both. If the sound did anything to soften Honey's anger he gave no indication of it.
Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, the only witness to all this being a pink plush bunny, watching all with cold plastic eyes.
