Title: Steel and Sapphires
Fandoms: Inuyasha x OHSHC
Rating: T+ (Bordering to M, be very cautious)
Genre: Romance/ Suspense
Pairing: Kagome x Kyoya
Summary: Kyoya knows her secret, and he might have one of his own. What will transpire for the pair- late at night, during a storm?

Leah: …I swear to god, Kagome and Kyoya took over this one-shot o_o

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Ouran High School Host Club

Steel and Sapphires

Come to the third music room at eight o' clock sharp. I know your secret.

—K

Blue eyes narrowed while rereading the creased and crumpled paper. It was the expensive kind— stiff and thick with a pretty border. Uncaring, she crushed it with her fist and left it on the marble floor.

The young woman of about nineteen stood in front of a large set of double doors, wearing a leather jacket with lacy tights and four-inch ankle boots. Her hair was in a messy bun, raven blue bangs in disarray. The moonlight shone through the huge windows behind her, making her skin glow ivory. Her curves were accented by the dying light, seeming to hug her hour-glass figure as she stood with one hip jutted out.

Sighing, she mumbled to herself. "Might as well get this over with."

Right before her hand came in contact with the brass doorknob, it slowly opened in an outwards motion. Bringing her hand back to her side, she smirked.

"What's my secret, Kyoya-Sempai?" Kagome Higurashi asked loudly, eyes glittering dangerously while stepping across the entrance of the host club. She halted once she was in the center of the room. It was almost pitch-black save for the moon gleaming through glass, and for that Kagome was thankful. She didn't dare peer into the shadow king's face. "How did you find out?"

There was a dark chuckle behind her. Kagome whirled around, only to come face to face with nothing.

"A little birdie told me." His voice whispered, breathing hotly into her ear. She froze, startled. She could feel her face flush in flames, however she didn't let her guard down. Kagome twisted around -and like before- he wasn't there.

"What do you know?" She questioned heatedly, eyes flashing in the dark. There was a glint out of the corner of her vision, and Kagome turned. It resembled when Kyoya's glass reflected off light. Again, the area was empty.

"I know everything." His voice murmured, grazing the back of her neck. Kagome shivered violently, swiping blindly behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, goose bumps dotting her skin. No one was there once more. She scowled mentally; she got that the answer he gave had double meaning to it. Sadistic bastard.

"Like?" Kagome's own voice was deeper, rasp like. She felt euphoric, like this wasn't really happening.

And then her hair was out of its bun, waves of silk spilling down to stop at her waist. Kagome spun, her hand clutching the back of her head while she gazed around wildly. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath catching in her throat and her mind buzzing. To her, it seemed like a century, while at the same time things were speeding at an alarming pace. Someone had removed her hair tie.

"K-Kyoya-Sempai." She sputtered helplessly. Kagome didn't like being toyed with.

Suddenly Kagome found herself blindfolded, the fabric (of course) satin. Kagome reached out and touched her covered eyes, shocked. She licked her lips nervously, eyes wide behind the cloth. Her stomach gave little jumps of either excitement or nerves- Kagome couldn't tell. She quivered as she felt she being stared at intensely. Kagome could sense his aura close by- and yet so painfully far away.

"Kyoya."

"Like…how you're desperately and hopelessly in love with me." There he was, once more, right there in front of her face. Then she heard the click of metal, and the sting of it on her wrist.

There was only one thing…handcuffs, Kagome realized.

"Kyoya?" she was whispering now. "Why am I here? What are you doing?"

"Kagome-Koi, why don't we play a little game of 'S & M'?"

And then the world exploded in fire for the time-traveling, cross-dressing, motherly and temperamental miko that was Kagome.

D-did he just say what I think he said!? Kagome thought frantically, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped to Kami that she heard right. Her cheeks blazed, a beacon in the dark it seemed, for Kyoya found her just fine.

Their lips collided, hell and heaven joined to create the passion, intensity, fever that she was melting, drowning in. Kagome's arms strained against the cuffs, although she didn't even comprehend she was struggling with them; too far gone she was lost in his embrace.

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Kyoya's lips left hers, trailing to the left to bit her ear. Kagome went rigged, and then turned to human jelly. His pecks imprinted and crawled like spiders on her skin that injected venom, venom that made her give in, made her come back for more—addiction, obsession. Yes, Kagome admitted she was obsessed with Kyoya as much as he was with his little black book of secrets, ever since she first laid eyes on him.

Kagome couldn't handle it anymore. She had to touch, feel, and know his form. See his indifferent handsomeness with her eyes.

"Kyoya. Please, let me see, let me hold you." She gasped out deeply, nose skimming his warm cheek. And Kagome was stunned to have a groan—his groan— being the loudest thing in her ear. It echoed in the room, in her head, and Kagome breathed. She breathed in his heady scent. And then promptly came to the realization that she was aroused, she lusted, Kyoya wanted this as much as she did, and there was no going back now without consequences.

His hands reached up and behind Kagome, and ever-so-carefully he pulled on the satin.

Sapphires and steel clashed, and somewhere in the background it began to thunder outside.

Kyoya took a key from his shirt's front pocket, his slate grays never leaving her sky blues, as he unlocked the lock that kept her from moving. And then everything was moving at once.

She flung herself at him, and her lips overtook his greedily. She sucked on his bottom lip, and then pulled with her teeth—

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"Kyoya, I love you!" She cried to heaven, hell and in-between. He collapsed on top of her, tired and satisfied all at once.

"What?" He whispered into her neck. Quiet encased them like a blanket of heat.

"I-I love you," She admitted tearfully, glancing away. Of course he knew it— her secret— her love. But he'd never actually heard her say the words that made his heart race, make his world stop.

There was a beat of silence, and then Kyoya moved up to plant a kiss on the center of her forehead.

"Siki desu." He mumbled into her skin, lips caressing. Her eyes widened—

—And the thunder and lightning danced outside in harmony.