Chapter 2

An hour later the sake bottle was empty as the two teenagers sat on the bed side-by-side leaning against the headboard. They had been talking the whole time while drinking. At first, it was mostly Haruhi finally letting out all her frustrations about being treated differently just because she wasn't born into money, but then it had moved to more personal stuff. Haruhi had to admit that she had learned more about Kyouya in that one hour than in the year and a half she had known him. She liked this little bonding experience with him, even though it probably had aggravated Kyouya to his limits to be in this situation.

Haruhi was also definitely feeling the sake, although she wouldn't label it as drunk. She felt relaxed and content at that moment, although her cheeks looked a little flushed. She looked over to Kyouya who was his calm and cool self. Maybe the demon lord is incapable of getting intoxicated, she thought.

"I feel a little tipsy," remarked Kyouya, as if reading her questioning thoughts. "I've never really gotten drunk, but this is definitely as close as I've ever gotten."

"What!" Haruhi looked over to the shadow king sitting next to her. "I would have thought rich bastards like you didn't have anything better to do than get drunk all the time." Ops, did I really say that?

"There's a lot I haven't done Haruhi. I guess I have been too busy trying to prove to my father that I am worthy of inheriting the Ootori fortune. Most boys my age are focused on dating, kissing a girl, going steady, even sex. I've never had time to think about those things. I just assumed they were never meant for me."

"What! Don't tell me you've never kissed a girl, especially with all those fan girls hovering around you. Even I've kissed a girl. Granted it wasn't a real kiss and Tamaki sempai pushed me into it, but it still was a kiss?" Haruhi wasn't sure if he was just pulling her leg or if he truly was serious. It wasn't like Kyouya to open up so much, but I guess alcohol can do that to a person.

"Nope. At least not a real one. Those fan girls are irritating nuisances. If it wasn't for the profit margins, I would ban them from ever talking to me again. I would want to kiss somebody I actually enjoyed being around." He looked at Haruhi with a saddened expression she had never seen before. Almost like a lost puppy that wanted to be petted.

For some inexplicable reason, Haruhi leaned into him and placed a soft and gentle kiss on his lips. It only lasted a second of two, but it felt sweet and wet like nothing Kyouya had imaged before. Leaning back she tilted her head to the side and gave him one of her natural smiles. "I guess now you can say you kissed a girl that you like being around…at least I hope you like being around me."

It took Kyouya a few seconds to register what had happened. Here he was sitting partially intoxicated with a girl who was also partially intoxicated on a bed. Next thing Haruhi knew, she was abruptly pulled into Kyouya's chest as he slammed his lips on hers. This time the kiss wasn't so pure and soft. It was full of fire and burned Haruhi's lips as she felt his sloppy kisses trying to engulf her mouth. He pulled her into his chest so hard that it knocked the breath out of her. Haruhi wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She had never been kissed this passionately before. She wasn't sure what Kyouya was doing either. Closing her eyes, she imaged her favorite romantic movie and wrapped her arms about Kyouya's neck. She felt like he was trying to devour her mouth. Something about the way he was doing it didn't quite look like the movies and it was quite sloppy, but she liked the feeling of his chest next to hers and the ways he was holding her tightly.

They had been kissing for several minutes and Kyouya's hand had been roaming Haruhi's body like he was on a mission to touch every inch of her body. He was very aware of the fact that she had responded positively to his touch, often giggling when he reached a ticklish spot. She even had let out a soft, almost inaudible moan when he rubbed his palm other her covered breasts. Kyouya rolled her over so she was now on her back and he was hovering over her. Déjà vu. Removing his hand from her back, he moved it slowly to her neck and unbuttoned the top button of her pajamas. Waiting for a sign of resistance, Kyouko broke the kiss and looked into Haruhi's eyes. "I've also never touched a women's breasts." He slowly started to unbutton the next button and then the next, never breaking the eye contact. There was no fear or rejection in her eyes. They were just looking at him. Looking at the person he was.

All the buttons were undone as he slowly pushed the pajama top aside revealing one bra covered breast. Hesitantly he placed a hand over it. Still no resistance. Gently massaging it, he could feel her nipples harden under his touch. He wanted to touch them directly. No clothes between them. Pulling the bra cup down, he released a glorious breast that looked like it had swelled and increased in size. It was so beautiful with pink nipples that were just inviting him to touch them. Before he even realized what he was doing, he leaned down and took the nipple in his mouth sucking gently.

Haruhi let out a sudden cry that sounded like a startled animal.

Kyouya jumped back, shocked by his ungentlemanly behavior. "Oh Haruhi, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to overstep our friendship. I just got carried away in the moment. It must be the alcohol. I am so sorry. I'll go sleep in the couch. I am so so…" He was mumbling apology after apology and babbling like the buffoon Tamaki usually acted like.

As he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a delicate set of fingers wrap around his neck pulling him down. Once again they were looking into each other's eyes. Haruhi thought how beautiful they looked without his glasses and without the usual wall he always had around people.

"Kyouya," he noticed the lack of any honorific. "Its OK. I was just shocked. That just felt…nice." She pulled him in for another long kiss. "There is a lot I haven't done either that I would like to do."

Kyouya smirked at that remark and quickly leaned forward to kiss those soft lips again. In their haste, they bumped their noses. Haruhi let out a girlish giggle, something Kyouya had never heard from her before. It was nice to see her acting so girly, it just made him want her more.

Oh my goddess, what am I thinking about. Haruhi is just a friend. Kyouya thought as he looked down at the giggling girl. However, he couldn't deny the fact he really liked the situation he was currently in. I really shouldn't do this, as he leaned in to silence her with a kiss. This time, one that didn't land with them bumping their noses. He also couldn't help but think that he was taking advantage of an intoxicated girl. She did encourage me on so she obviously wanted this was well... My god, why am I thinking so much. I have a willing, beautiful girl in my arms and once again I am analyzing the situation to death.

With a determined mind, he wrapped his arms around her back and started fidgeting for the bra clasps. OK, in the movies they make it seem so simple. The hero always has the heroine's bra off in half a second. Why is this so hard? Come on, I am an Ootori, first in my class. Why is a simple bra clasp challenging me!

More giggles. "The hook is in the front." Haruhi sat up and with one hand, undid the bra clasp in the front freeing her swollen breasts.

Kyouya looked a little annoyed. How was he supposed to know that these things could hook up from various directions? The anger was only momentary as he saw two beautiful breasts staring him in the face. "Haruhi, where have you been hiding those beauties? I am pretty observant and even I didn't notice you had some hoo... you were so endowed." Haruhi contemplated explaining to him that women's breast swelled when they were aroused, but that would have been too embarrassing. So she just giggled again. Oh lord, I sound like one of those crazy fangirls. What has gotten into me.

Trying to take control of the situation, she started taking off her pajama shirt. She looked at Kyouko who was sitting there with his tongue hanging out. It was exciting to be seen as a desirable woman by one of the most sought after men in Ouran. This was a new sensation she had never experienced before. "Why don't you take your clothes off." Haruhi instructed. Boy she could be bossy in the bedroom. Kyouya complied pulling off his own clothes. Haruhi stripped down to her panties, crawled under the covers and then took off the last piece of clothing on her body.

Kyouya watched her with such amazement. This woman was so confident in everything she did. He, on the other hand, was as nervous as could be, although he hid it well. Isn't the woman the one supposed to be nervous in these situations, he though as he went over to his suitcase to grab a condom. Thank goodness he was always prepared. At least he knew how to put one of these things on correctly which was more than most boys his age knew how to do properly.

Slipping the condom on, he stood at the foot of the bed letting Haruhi get a good view of his entire body. More giggles. "Oh, what do you think is so funny?"

"It's just that I've never seen a naked man before. And well, I didn't think I would find it so handsome."

Kyouya wanted to ask her if the "it" she was referring to was his body or his erection. Either answer would stroke his ego, so there was no point. Instead he crawled under the blanket and grabbed the warm, soft and naked body under the sheets and kissed her shoulders.

Suddenly Kyouya felt a pang of guilt and thoughts of Tamaki flashed through his head. "Haruhi, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I know losing your virginity is a big deal for girls and I don't…"

He was quite rudely interrupted by Haruhi, "Why is it that men place such a value on a woman's virginity. You don't hear the same about a guy. We are being smart about this, we are using protection. It seems pretty clear you want this," she was referring to the hard-on rubbing against her thigh, "and I want this. So why can't we just be adults about this and have a little fun."

She reached her hand down and gave his erection a hard squeeze making him see stars for a few seconds. Seeing the reaction on his face, she actually smirked.

"Technically, at 17, you're not an adult yet." It was like Kyouya had to have the last line. But Haruhi was not going to let him win this battle. Once again she gave his erection a hard squeeze to which Kyouya responded by sucking on her neck. Although he didn't see what was so fun about sucking on the neck, he wanted to leave a mark to remind her of their time together albeit it would only last a few days. This was at first rewarded with a soft startled moan which encouraged Kyouya to suck harder. Being new to this game, he was a little too aggressive because Haruhi suddenly let out a painful yelp. "That's too hard."

"I'm sorry Haruhi. How's this?" He started places soft wet kiss along her neck, moving up to her chin, her cheek, nose, and forehead. He could feel her relax under him and continued his kisses now moving down slowly reaching her breasts. He wanted to stick his face between them and just rub his face with them, but he restrained himself. He wasn't sure she would appreciate him using her breasts like a wash cloth. Instead he moved to her niples and slowly started sucking on them gently. He may not have been experienced in these matters, but he had seen a few porn videos online and although he was aware they were probably over exaggerated acting, there were a few things he learned from them.