A/N: I have been inspired to write this story and update more frequently than I normally would. I am really enjoying this. Side note; I ran into this absolutely wonderful story by "MaggieDanger" titled: "Say what you mean, do what you say". Apparently, she tackled the same concept as I am but executed it in a different approach than what I have planned. I am highly impressed with the story and I encourage you all to check it out. I have been wanting to write a dark tale concerning Kyouya for a few years now but I took a two year hiatus from writing after entering college. In my absence, a similar work of fiction was produced. It was brought to my attention from a follower of mine who favorite the story. This is no way affiliated with any other works of fiction on this site. This is purely fan-made and come from my dark twisted fantasies. Upon my discovery of a similar story, I have decided to revamp my plot line a smidge to avoid confusion. Nonetheless, enjoy.

SensuallyPassionate

If I was your Boyfriend, "Fuck me, Please me, Touch me, Squeeze me."

Zip. Soft hands grabbed my shaky ones, leading me to a stained, red couch in the corner. The bass vibrating from the surround sound speakers encasing us in the basement deafened me. Plop. Tamaki straddled my waist, grinding against my still hardened cock. His sapphire-green cardigan was haphazardly buttoned, falling off his shoulders and exposing a sweat drenched undershirt against damp, peach-colored skin. I swallowed. Mouth dry, lips chapped from feverously kissing. Fuck. Buttons fly, skin becomes exposed as the music grows louder. Nervous hands fumble with his zipper and expose his awaiting cock, hard, throbbing. Lights go out. Music grows harsher. A mist begins to fall from overhead. Like a G6

"Kyouya-kun" he licks my earlobe. Poppin' bottles in the ice, like a blizzard. "T-this is wrong, ne?"

I moan. Bite. Tamaki leaves a love mark on my neck. There is small swelling. His rough toungue glides over it gently. His cock brushes up against my exposed chest. Like a G6

"Why is this wrong, Kyouya-kun?"

My breathing becomes ragged. I begin to softly stroke him, my palms becoming caressed with his pre-cum. Squeeze. Tamaki mewls in my ear. My name is spoken in both Japanese and French dialect as I stroke faster. Hell yeah, drink it up.

"K-kyouya-kun, onegai, ah-"

Lips smash against each other, damp locks intertwining as both sweat and water drip down our faces. Nails scrape against skin. I manage to speak. "She can't please me like you can?"

He moaned and pushed me deeper into the fabric of the sofa, beginning to grind harder against my aching sex. There was a silver tray beside us with scattered white pills. Sweaty fingertips reached for two. Like a G6. Tamaki tongued me one and swallowed the other. A kiss deeper than before, rough sex. I flipped Tamaki over. His legs became wrapped around my waist, his hands clinging around my neck. Pants were violently dragged off, boxers being thrown into deep darkness. I used thick droplets of pre-cum and saliva for lube. Pleasure. Whispers of "I love you".

"Kyouya-senpai!"

I slammed into Hikaru one last time before I released. I watched silently as his cock twitched and tightened, stomach growing taut as he ejaculated onto his stomach and my bed sheets. It took me a moment to regain my breathing as I hovered over his limp body. Sweat dripped down my forehead and landed on his sticky torso. There was silence.

"That…T-that was better than last time; Ne, Kyouya-senpai, I really hope it feels like this with Kaoru."

I rolled my eyes and grunted, pulling my softening dick out of Hikaru. I removed the condom and placed it in the trash bin next to my bed. I felt Hikaru's sweaty hands begin to massage my chest, fingertips rubbing over my nipples, flicking. He kissed my neck gently. "Can I be honest with you, Kyouya-senpai?"

"You are going to tell me anyway whether I agree to it or not so what is it?"

He giggled. My fists clenched."I must admit, when I came to you to get out my frustrations about Kaoru, I was not expecting…this…."

An eyebrow rose. "Sex?"

He breathed into my ear, delicately kissing my weak spot. I grew hard. "No, falling in love with you." Then soft.

I turned to face Kaoru, face emotionless and cold. Love? "How can you love me, Hikaru? You know nothing about me other than what I allow you to see and my preferred sex position." I reached over and retrieved my glasses from my nightstand, using one of my eyeglass-cleaning cloths to dust the dirty oval lenses. "You are infatuated with the sex and with an orgasm automatically releasing endorphins that gives the feeling of "being in love" through some sort of emotional attachment, you actually are not."

Hikaru blinked. "I…am serious Kyouya-senpai." His face lowered, gaze meeting the damp bed sheet. He touched it slightly. "I can prove it to you. I don't know how just yet, but I can."

"What about Kaoru?"

He bit his bottom lip. "Things are getting messy. I love Kaoru but I am falling for you too."

"That is an unwise decision you are choosing to make on your behalf."

"How so?"

I sighed softly, moving to the edge of the bed to retrieve my boxers and lounge pants. Hikaru began to say something but I cut him off with the finger. Standing, I press a familiar small red button and grab the hidden bottle of vodka from under my mattress. My door slowly opened, revealing a maid with small, red eye mask covering her vision. They are quickly learning.

"You rang, Master Kyouya?"

"See to it Hitachiin, Hikaru gets home accordingly."

"Yes, Master Kyouya."

I retrieved my slippers. Where was my Ipod? "Clean this mess, restock my bedside drawer, and put out fresh linen."

"Hai!"

"K-kyouya-senpai!" Hikaru called out, desperate. My gaze never met his as he called out for me one last time.

"I will see you tomorrow, Hikaru."

I exit my bedroom, leisurely walking down the long corridor that leads from my room to the family study. I take a small swig of the bottle and reach for my cell phone.

1 Missed Call- Rene

I press redial.

"Moshi, Moshi?"

"You called?"

There was a thick veil of silence on the other end. I could hear Tamaki begin to sob softly. I remained silent, taking another deep gulp. I could feel that familiar warm, tingly feeling begin to course through my veins. I began to grow irate. "Tamaki…"

"….I'm leaving next week."

"To go where?"

"France."

I grew silent once more. France?

"France?"

"Yes."

I finally spoke after a few short minutes. "For how long?"

"The remainder of the school-year; I am planning on telling everyone this Saturday at our last Host Club session. I thought a nice theme of "Paris under the night-sky would seem appropriate." "

I entered my father's study and found myself making home into his brown, oversized office-chair. I removed an abandoned condom wrapper from his desk. "A bit sudden, ne?" I took a long drink from the half-way empty bottle. My throat burned. "Almost impulsive."

"I have been giving it some thought for the past few weeks."

"Tamaki…"

He cut me off. "I just wanted you to be the first to know since you are the one who inspired me to go in the first place."

"I…inspired you…"

A quick breath. "You were right, Kyouya-kun. Maybe it is best we just forget that evening and move on. You made it clear this afternoon when you tossed me around like some rag doll during sex that I mean absolutely nothing."

Nothing.

"You got all that from rough sex?"

"It was not just rough sex, Kyouya!" he yelled. "There is something really wrong with you and you won't even let me in."

"Tamaki…"

He continued. "Was it the night at the club? Did I offend you when I told you how I felt? When I dragged you away from that red-headed…slut? When we did "X" together?"

"Tamaki…" my voice served as a warning,

"Or was it the fact that you didn't push me away? That you enjoyed every minute of it? That you feel the same way about me as I do for you?"

Nails scratching, hips thrusting, lips kissing, hands clenching, moans whispering, lovemaking, cum dripping. Flashing Lights.

I clenched my fists deeper, my nails beginning to dig into my skin. My pulse quickened and my breathing grew more ragged. My head began spinning. Anger. "Fuck…You."

There was a small gasp on the other line. "Kyouya…"

"Tamaki, consider this our parting goodbyes, ne?" Silence. "You decided on your own to go back to your mother country but fail to give an advance notice to anyone about your departure, including me. You leave in roughly three days and have the audacity to use the subtle inclination that I am the primary cause of you leaving?"

More silence. More anger.

"Answer me!"

"Kyouya-kun!"

I grasped the vodka bottle by its neck. Hard glass met the red kiss of the wall ten feet away. More broken glass hitting the marbleized floor, more sounds of breaking. My father's priceless antique vase mingled in with his crystal liquor set amongst the shattering pieces of anything and everything breakable. I growled, drawing blood from the palms of my hands as clenched fists met the smooth, cool hardness of the wall besides me. Another, then another, then another. Knuckles were now blood stained as four large dents stared before me, tauntingly. I could hear Tamaki screaming in French through the phone several feet away. More anger. Books became personal Frisbees as they were tossed across the room as priceless sculptures met outside pavement through an open window. I don't remember who or what grabbed me, but I felt force as I was subdued and held down as a sharp pain entered my right arm. I could see my sister's face as small tears streamed into a pure, white handkerchief.

"She can't love you like I can." Black