Ok, so I don't have many reviews which makes me sad, so I thought I'd write another chapter to try and get things rolling.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN OURAN!!!!! But if I did oh, so much yaoi I would add XD
Do not make me kiss, and you will not make me sin.
On Monday, all of the students of Ouran returned to the expensive school muttering about their weekends, and other irrelevant things that their adolescent minds deemed important. Among these youths was the Ouran High School Host Club, all of whom where curious as to why they had not heard from their king since Friday. "Well, not hearing from him on Saturday made some sense." Hikaru announced "True" Kaoru agreed "He told us that his father was taking him to one of those dull parties that he hates so much, so naturally he'd have spent all day preparing for that and all night there." as the group finally entered the school building they all split up each heading to their first classes of the day leaving Kyouya Ootori to walk to his class alone finding the trip to be very lonly without sunny blonde with him constantly pestering him about something or other. When the raven reached his destination he took his seat and looked around expecting to see the blonde, but sadly the missing piece was still just that, missing.
When the teacher arrived all of the students scattered to their rightful seats prepared to learn, "Class" their teacher began "There is to be an assembly held this morning so I would like all of you to head to the auditorium right away." that being said all of the students proceeded out into the halls along with all of the other students from the other classes, all heading to the same destination.
Once the students of Ouran were seated in the auditorium the chairman of the school Mr. Suoh walked out on the stage, his mere presence calling attention from the students. Mr. Suoh, who was always one to dress and appear very elegant was looking very worse for wear, his white suit was very neatly pressed and his hair was perfectly styled but his face sported dark circles under his eyes and he clearly looked sad, as if some great tragedy had befallen him and kept him from sleeping. The look on his face caused worry to stir within Kyouya, hoping that that dismal look had nothing to do with the absent boy. Kyouya's thought were interrupted when Mr. Suoh addressed the audience. "On Sunday morning something terrible was brought to my attention." he announced, all the students were paying very close attention wondering what said terrible thing was. "My son, Tamaki Suoh," Mr. Suoh continued "Was kidnapped." gasps were heard throughout the room, along with sobs and wails of girls. "No ransom note was left and the police have so far found nothing but my son to have been taken and no clues left behind." Mr. Suoh went on "I insist that anyone with ANY information on this serious matter come forward immediately, because..." he broke off voice shaking and fighting tears "I want my son back." with that Mr. Suoh walked off stage leaving the students of Ouran in shock. Girls were crying, boys were thanking whatever higher power out there that it wasn't them and the host club was left speechless.
When school let out, many girls found that the host club had closed it's doors for the day, to deal with the loss of their king. Hunny was in tears, being comforted by Mori, the twins and Haruhi were yelling about how stupid Tamaki was for getting kidnapped and demanding to know what kind of monster would do this. Kyouya however, sat silently in one of the plush chairs that furnished the room, unaware for the first time of what action to take.
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When Tamaki opened his eyes he was in a room he had never seen before, he bolted upright looking around the unfamiliar area. He had been lying on the floor, on top of a very fancy red purssian rug, in front of a grand marble fireplace, a fire lit and blazing within. The room was full of shelves with thousands of books filling them, also in the room was a big plush red chair with a single side table beside it. A diamond chandelier hung above head but was not emitting any light. The only light in the room came from the fireplace. Tamaki, although frightened, found himself thinking how beautiful the room was and how warm the fire was. When Tamaki then took notice that he wasn't wearing his regular blue pajamas. Instead he was clad in a white silk button up shirt that was left unbuttoned, and tight black pants that reached his hips and no higher. Tamaki blushed at his outfit and scrambled to do up the shirt only to find the buttons on the shirt were missing. Tamaki was torn from his thoughts when the sound of laughter reached his ears.
In the doorway of the beautiful room was the man he had met at the party Dima Ivanov. The dark man was no longer dressed in his suave Armani suit but a red turtle neck, black pants, a matching black sports jacket, and black loafers. Tamaki jumped to his feet once the man began to walk towards him. "What's going on!" Tamaki demanded Dima laughed once more "Try to remember our last conversation Angel moy(1)" Tamaki stared in confusion, Diam snapped his fingers "remember" is all he said and then all of the memories of last night came flooding back to Tamaki. This rush of information caused Tamaki great pain and he let out a scream, before falling to the floor once again, clutching at his head trying to will the pain away. Dima then closed the distance between himself and the moaning teen on the floor. He knelt down, and took the blonde in his arms, Tamaki's hands were pinned between him and the Russian while his head was resting on Dima's chest. Once the pain subsided Tamaki was left drained of energy and unable to break free of the powerful arms that held him. Dima looked down at the blonde in a loving way and began to gently stroke the boys soft hair.
Tamaki looked up at the Vampire "Let me go." he weakly demanded Dima placed a finger to the younger boy's lips "Shhh Angel moy" Dima said "soon you will be mine forever." Tamaki began to fidget in a vain attempt to struggle "I'll never be yours, you un-dead bastard." Tamaki hissed. Dima laughed once again "Oh, I think you will be." he squeezed Tamaki to him " All I have to do is bite you three times." Tamaki glared "three? but I thought..." Tamaki was cut off "Oh, you silly boy you don't actually believe those stupid vampire myths do you? That real vampires are scarred of crosses, garlic and sunlight. Give me some credit." Dima laughed "The only things those legends got right about my people was, our ability to change others, our thirst for blood, the ability to turn in to smog or bats and hypnotize others." Tamaki looked away only to have Dima take hold of his chin and turn him to face the other once more. "Oh, Tamaki." he said "If I bite you once, it will mark you as mine and no other vampire will touch you also you will be unable to resist me as I will be seen as your master in both the eyes of others and yours, twice and your system will weaken and the third will release the venom that will change you into one of my kind and you will be mine forever." Tamaki glared "That will never happen" he spat "you'll never be my master." Dima laughed one again "Once I bite you Tamaki a bond will form marking you as mine, and even you will feel it." Dima explained "You'll be unable to refuse anything I ask of you and will take any roll I give you without hesitation, weither that roll is slave or mate."
Tamaki's eyes started to tear "no" he whispered as Dima kissed his tears away "yes" Dima whispered back positioning Tamaki so he would have better access to the blonde youth's slender pale neck. "Priyatnyh snov (2)" Dima said before sinking his fangs into the weak boy's jugular. Tamaki gasped as the pain of the insition soon turned to an odd sense of pleasure as he could feel his blood flow change direction and flow from him in to the awaiting mouth of the man who wished to claim him. The last thing Tamaki said before he lost consciousness was a name "Kyouya..." and then his eyes shut and he knew no more. Dima let go of the boy as soon as he heard the foreign name. He wiped the blood from his lips and lifted the boy off the carpeted floor. He carried the unconscious body bridal style throughout the gigantic manor until he reached a gorgeous bedroom suite, with a double bed with red silk sheets, a softer comforter and matching goose down pillows. He rested the boy on the bed and covered him with the blanket, he then brushed the stray blonde hairs from the beautiful, peaceful face and exited the room, but not before hissing out a name "Kyouya"
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TRANSLATIONS:
I found these on a Russian phrase site!
1. "Try to remember our last conversation Angel moy(1)" "My Angel"
2. "Priyatnyh snov (2)" "Sweet Dreams"