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Kyouya took the punch, and he felt the blood pooling on his lip as a result from it crunching horribly with his teeth. The words that Tamaki spewed burned into Kyouya. Was this what it was like to let out all the horrible bottled anger? He enjoyed it actually, and a smirk danced on his bloody lip. "Your father isn't proud of you," Kyouya whispered venomously, shoving the boy away from him. The blonde's back hit the piano that had just minutes before played the most beautiful song Kyouya had ever heard.

"Why do you think he doesn't stop your grandmother doing those horrible things? Why do you think he left your sick mother in an instant? He takes pity on you for having a bastard child. But he doesn't love you, and he lets you play your childish games because that's what you are. A child." The words spit from his mouth angrily. But he didn't have to yell. No, this would get his point across in the same way.

He inched forwards to where he had pushed the blonde, cornering him into the piano. His own feelings twisting inside of him. What did he want to do? He did not want to merely punch the boy, or scream and slap childishly. No, he wanted to do something much worse. Something to make Tamaki regret everything. For coming over, for playing the piano, for punching him.

"I didn't kiss you because I like you," Kyouya snarled at the boy's words, his hands clenching around Tamaki's wrists, pinning them against the ivory piano. This would prevent him from running away. "It just proves how egotistical and naive you are. Like a child. You're always thinking about yourself. How you're so beautiful. What if I made you ugly?"

And then Kyouya glared up at the blonde, his onyx eyes glinting maliciously. It was perfect. He had figured out what he had to do. Not only would it give him the control he desired back, but it would be something lingering and traumatic for the blonde. Maybe this would make it so that Tamaki would leave him alone. Would cower away from him in the memories of what Kyouya was about to do.

Carefully, Kyouya slipped his leg in-between Tamaki's legs, hitching up at the boy's crotch. It surprised him, how easily he was turned on by his sudden genius. Perhaps it would end up working out for him too. Smirking, Kyouya breathed on Tamaki's neck, careful to keep his grip strong. He had the boy pinned against the piano, but it wasn't enough.

"Get on the piano."

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He stopped. He plain out stopped. His back hitting the piano caused pain to well up in his back. The bruised bone pulsating softly. But that's not what he cared about. It was that look. That horrible, sickly look that told Tamaki something bad would happen. His heart pounded in his chest. His hands pinned to the ivory keys, making a deep guttural noise from the instrument. His body quivered, his eyes went to slits as he tried to back away from the other. First he went one way, blocked, then the other. Also blocked. The only way he could go..was on the piano.

About to make a run for it, he felt Kyouya's leg begin to rise. A blush, such a deep crimson it contrasted with his hair and eyes. He felt so scared. The large lump of sobbing welling up within his throat. As Kyouya's knee rubbed against him, he felt himself inwardly cringe. He felt his lower organ twitch, a soft throb coming from it as well. Pressing against Kyouya's knee. Then the command came. He widened his eyes. What? What was he going to do? How could he make him ugly? He gulped, speaking slowly in both French and Japanese.

"N..Now Kyouya..Don't do anything you'll...regret I'm s..sorry okay? I'll go..go home..and s..see you Monday."

Tears fell in greater quantities. Full, fat wet tears cascaded from his dark aqua eyes, dripping down his face to his chin. He tried anything, anything at all not to get on that piano.

"M..Mom? Think of the..the kids. what will they say if their fathers face is ma..marred.."

A slight, attempting smile came to his face. But when even that didn't work. He gave in. Reaching back, he hoisted himself onto the piano. His body gliding over the keys, so is not to make a sound. Then onto the hard back of the instrument.

"Please.."

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A small chuckle escaped from Kyouya's mouth. He liked the way Tamaki was recoiling against him, and he desired more of it. The boy was looking at him with such appalled eyes, that Kyouya felt even more satisfied. As the blonde muttered away in a mix of the two languages, Kyouya smirked again. "You're not going anywhere. Don't you want to sleep over? I thought you did so badly. What's changed?" he sneered. "Do you not like this?" he teased, hitching his knee further up to the boy's crotch.

Tamaki followed his previous order. Then looked at him with helpless eyes, saying the one thing Kyouya wanted to hear most of all.

"Please.."

The plead was enough to send Kyouya completely out of it and he pushed Tamaki onto the back of the piano roughly. Then he climbed onto the ivory, his feet tinkling the keys, and on top of the boy that was now shivering below him. "No," Kyouya answered, and he began to unbutton the boy's jacket.

After the jacket had been open, Kyouya ripped at the boy's shirt, careful to leave the tie still around his neck. It would become a useful tool later on. Even in this heated moment, Kyouya calculated everything. Tamaki's chest was revealed and Kyouya smirked again. How many times had he seen the boy's chest? How many times had the boy thrust himself into costume after costume. So why did he now suddenly realize just how nice it looked. Too nice.

Kyouya bent over the boy and bit his skin roughly, hoping to draw some blood. He wanted nothing more than to taint Tamaki's beauty in the way that Kyouya was tainted. It was the ultimate plan. Kyouya kept biting, each with seemingly more force, all the way down Tamaki's chest until he reached Tamaki's belt.

Slowly, he unclipped it and threw it across the room. Then he decided he wanted to see Tamaki squirm some more. He brought his head back up to look down at the blonde, then his arm reached around to the boy's crotch. Maybe a little teasing was in order.

He was surprised at Tamaki's arousal. Of course, it wasn't anything much more than a human reaction. What boy would be able to control such a thing? But Kyouya smirked anyway. "Looks like you might be enjoying this too much," he said casually, teasing the boy.

He was going to wait until the boy protested before he went any farther. Still, his hands carefully rubbed at hard-on skilfully, waiting for Tamaki to say something.

"Beg me to stop," Kyouya suggested.

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As the boy crawled up with him, Tamaki's breath hitched in his throat. No. He wasn't! But he was. As Tamaki tried to squirm away, off the back of the piano Kyouya's rough fingers wrapped around the silk shirt he wore. And it was ripped away from him. His tie remained, loosely falling to the side of him, dangling off his hip. He kicked slightly, a feeble effort to get Kyo off him on his part. His eyes swam, the vision of Kyouya blurry as tears once again welled. He felt so afraid, so. disgusting. He hated this feeling.

This complete feeling of being unable to do what he wanted. Unable to snap his fingers and have the world at his feet. He leaned back on his hands, his back arching as the other boy bit him. Crimson droplets of warm life swam down his paled body. He looked up, and looked around. The room was empty, the house was empty. No one would hear him if he screamed. Kyouya had him pinned, not just with strength, but with fear.

He tried to back away, his chest heaving as he panted. Soft cries, almost like moans escaped his lips as he tried to get away once more. his body thrashing, blood smearing across his body. Slowly the deep teeth marks bruised, leaving ugly red, black, blue and purple marks spread across his chest and stomach.

"Ahhn..K..Kyouya..why?.."

He asked softly, his one eye shutting, the other about to close as well, to block out the image of the one he called friend looming over him like a ghostly stranger. His body twitched, his member began to throb, to harden as the other teased him. He gasped, eyes opening wide as he stared down at his own cock betraying him.

"Ky...Kyouya..No..Don't..s.."

He gave in then, and finally began to beg like he was told to.

"Please! Please Kyouya don't do this! I'm sorry!

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The words were sweet to Kyouya. He liked them a lot, he liked to see the precious Prince Tamaki beg him. He liked to know that what he was doing was horrible and wonderful at the same time. He stared back down at Tamaki's bruised body. Had he really bit him that hard? "Not so beautiful are you?" he asked venomously, as his hands continued to slide along the boy's cock. The friction probably would feel nice.

The first emotion that Kyouya wanted Tamaki to feel, was confusion. Just as Kyouya was confused every day since he had met the boy. Just as Kyouya was confused as to why he had kissed him. That kind of confusion, without any answers. That's what Kyouya wanted for Tamaki.

He leaned back down and breathed into the boy's ear, nibbling gently and swirling his tongue along the lobe. After a minute he continued the sloppy trail down to the boys neck, sucking on it. Tasting Tamaki's sweat and tears that had rolled down his face. He bit him again, this time in a place so much more visible. Kyouya's insides filled with some sort of pleasure.

He rose again, looking sharply into the confused eyes of the blonde. Good. Confusion was good. What was next? Oh yes; shame. But Kyouya figured he had probably already started that one. Slowly, his hand released from the bulge in Tamaki's pants. It rose a few inches and unbuttoned the pants in a snap. Kyouya sat up straight and with a quick yank, pulled them off. Then he hitched Tamaki's legs over his shoulders.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you Tamaki? I think you do, but I don't think you fully understand."

The voice was sickly sweet and smooth, making the blonde beneath him crumple a little more. It turned him on, seeing his friend practically naked. Bruised and bloody because of him. "I want you to look in the mirror, and hate yourself."

Kyouya smiled pleasantly now, undoing his own buttons of his trousers. Then he pulled roughly at the boy's tie, choking around his neck. He raised the boy to his sitting position. "Get on your knees and face the other way. Oh and keep begging."

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Another moan, a gasp, both shamed Tamaki. Made him feel horrible. He was encouraging the other's..rape..yes. He was being raped. Taken against his will. His power over the other, over everyone was going away. He could feel it slipping. Yet. in some sick, twisted way. He enjoyed it. He bucked into Kyouya's hand. His warm, hardened cock pressing into the others palm. He could feel the skin tighten around his member. The heat radiated through his pants, onto the others. He seemed so innocent, so afraid.

His ear was slick with saliva, his moans grew louder with each touch. It seemed, for just a moment, that Kyouya would be gentle. But no. Another bite, more droplets of blood from Tamaki's oh so sensitive skin. And another bruise. How would he hide this?! Everyone knew where he was, where he was sleeping tonight, and probably the rest of the weekend as well. A choked sob escaped his throat. He had stopped talking for a few minutes. But as his body fell back, and his legs lifted up he let out a strangled cry. His boxers, slick and black were exposed to the other. He was almost there, almost naked and fully exposed.

He felt like he never had before. He felt hopeless, but most of all. He began to feel ugly. Still. Buried down was his ego, shining through. He even went as far as to flick his hair out of his face, making sure to wretch his head in such a way that it fell only partly over his forehead. Making him look younger than he was. But as the tie tightened around his neck he gasped, his airway being pinched shut. Eyes widened once again as he was forced back up, his hands directing themselves to his cock. Holding them in front of it. To shield himself from the other.

The order was heard, but not comprehended. All he wanted to do was sleep over! All he wanted..he just. He sobbed again, looking Kyouya in the eye as he began to beg once more.

"P..Please. K..Kyouya..no..Don't do this."

He listened though, in fear of getting himself choked again. He rolled over, turned on his knees. In front of him was the window and he gasped. The window! People..people could see him. He quickly turned back, grabbing Kyouya's shirt as he shook him, begging loudly.

"Kyo PLEASE! People..They might SEE ME! PLEASE GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!"

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Kyouya smiled at the boy's begging. He taunted him as he leaned over the boy's frame, hands smoothly gliding over the pale, soft body beneath him. "Aren't you going to do anything to stop me? I thought you were such a prince," he spat venomously, "But here you sit crying like a coward. How ironic."

The sudden movement beneath him caught him a little off guard. He looked up coolly to the window that faced the mansion's garden. "Let them see," he smiled wickedly. "Let them see you so ugly." He grabbed the boy's hips and turned him back around. His hands trailed expertly to the boy's thighs, spreading them apart a little. Then he hooked his fingers under the elastic band of the boy's black boxers.

With a quick yank he had them down around the knees. With one hand he leaned over the almost buckling frame of the golden haired boy and used it to support himself. The other was reached around, tenderly rubbing the boy's exposed cock. He stared up at the reflection in the window and smiled maliciously at the boy's contorted face.

"Look at yourself," he began again, removing the hand from Tamaki's member, to his own pants. He slid his boxers down only enough so that he could expose his own cock. "Where's that happy Tamaki?" he was chiding and teasing.

Then without any warning, Kyouya grabbed both of Tamaki's shoulders, and roughly pushed himself into the boy's entrance. It took a lot of work, Tamaki was extremely tight. But Kyouya was strong enough to thrust his entire length into the blonde and he grinned.

It looked painful.

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The thought of others seeing him. So exposed and battered. Crying and begging. It made him gag. Made him want to vomit. His head bowed as he subdued himself. His cock twitched almost violently, but it was clear there was nothing behind it. Just pure testosterone causing him to harden. There was no love, no sexual need behind it. Only fear, and the natural warm hand wrapping around him. As he felt his boxers slide down he almost screamed.

His body thrashing, fighting. But he was so tired. So afraid. His fear kept him from running. From scrambling away and going to the police. Plus..he couldn't. This was his friend. Or..was. He knew he was in there somewhere. Hiding. As the evil one slipped out to hurt Tamaki. His body quivered. He sobbed then, because he knew what was going to come. He sobbed and screamed and squealed. He was broken. And as Kyouya's cock entered his warm, tight cavern, he just sobbed again. HE barely felt it. Not because Kyo was small, in fact he felt very huge. His ass stretching open to accommodate, hugging his shaft.

But Tamaki was numb. His eyes stared at the piano, and he just screamed. His voice becoming hoarse. But he didn't stop. He screamed, louder and louder. Words spewing, but none making sense. Finally, he said it. He said it loudly, and perfectly clear.

"I'M UGLY!! IM UGLY! IM UGLY!!"

He sobbed and screamed, waiting for Kyouya to finish. Each thrust making him scream louder, and thrust forward on the piano. On something he loved. On something he was proud of. His head drooped between his shoulders, his back arched and spine exposed to the other.

"Please..Please..s..I'm ugly...I'm so ugly.."

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Kyouya didn't say anything while Tamaki screamed. And screamed. And then screamed louder. No, the boy kept silent as he carried out the primal need now taking hold of him completely. He thrust mercilessly into Tamaki. Was this who he truly was? Was it because he had bottled himself up for so long, the true self? Perhaps this was all very necessary. No longer was he going to sit idly by and let this fool control him.

Then as the harsh words escaped Tamaki's lips, Kyouya thrust harder. It was hard work, and soon beads of sweat found their way down his body, curling around his muscles. It was tiring, but somehow deeply satisfying. He made sure not to look down at the boy he had once called his friend, but couldn't help himself to a small peek.

The sight of the frail body, shivering slightly with each rapid thrust sent Kyouya over the edge. "Is it sick of me?" he wondered idly as his body tightened with the approaching orgasm. "Yes," came an answering voice that he wasn't sure belonged to him. He would have thought about it more, but he was suddenly climaxing. He gripped Tamaki's hips with rough hands, digging his nails in so hard he was sure that more blood would be drawn, and forced the boy down on him one last time.

He came hard into Tamaki, overcome by the climactic ecstasy that was the reason why people had sex in the first place. His breathing slowed, his muscles aching from how much force it had taken him to accomplish his goal. Was that what Tamaki was now? A goal? His head swirled a bit and he leaned back over Tamaki's form, steadying his breathing.

Kyouya realized, with a hidden smirk, that it was all so very cruel. Then he withdrew from Tamaki slowly, his cock aching from the roughness of the rape. Yea that was what it was. Cold, merciless rape. Without so much as a backwards glance at Tamaki, Kyouya climbed off the piano, buttoned his pants back up, and walked out of the chamber.

A few idle thoughts crossed his mind as he made his way to his room. What would happen now? Was he still going to take part in the precious Host Club? Would the Host Club even stay around? Would he ever see Tamaki again? If not, would he care?

But there was no point in guessing the future. It would happen in time.

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He held in his last scream. As warm, hot sex invaded his privacy, hot juices squirting over his inner walls, his eyes widened, and shut. But he made no noise. Not a squeak, not a cry, not a heart wrenching sob. Nothing. As Kyouya withdrew from him, he grunted. Nothing then. The room now held a secret. A horrible secret that would remain wrapped within its walls for all eternity. Occasionally spewing them back at the two, making them remember this night. As Kyouya left the room. He just sat there. Nothing was said, and except for his heavy, laboured breathing, not a noise came from him.

Slowly, he began to move. It was slow, deliberate slides towards the back of the piano. As if moving would make Kyouya come back for a second round. He paused, sliding down off the piano and hitting a few tinkering keys on the way down. The Piano was marked with tiny blood spots, and soft white spots. He sighed as he fell, grunting as a shaking, naked body hit the floor. He let off a soft cry, gathering up his torn clothes, his tie still hanging loosely around his neck, he made his way to the bathroom. Slowly he turned back to the piano, sighing as he shut the door with a soft click.

He heard Kyouya's footsteps, and waited, naked until they paused. He then walked down the hall, and up the stairs. A shudder went through him as he entered the hall. He knew he had to pass Kyouyas room, and slowly he went to it. His hair falling over his eyes as he knocked, then opened the door. He blinked, and said softly, his voice thick with tears and anguish.

"I..I'm going to go and shower now.."

After that, he left, holding in a sob. He didn't know what to do. He should run, hide. Call the police. but no. He stayed. Entering the rather large bathroom, he placed his clothes on the counter, next to the sink. Fresh towels hung from the silver rack, and slowly he bent over the shower, turning on the hot water, and the hot water only. Not daring to look in the mirror, he stepped in, forgetting about his tie. Which quickly became stuck to his blood smeared chest. He stood there, skin growing hot and red. Head bowed downward as he let the water run between his ass cheeks, over his hole, and gently clean him out with scorching water. He mumbled softly to himself.

"Ugly..ugly...ugly.."

Shaking his head, he shut his eyes and cried. He had never cried so much. He looked up at the water, wanting to burn his eyes out. But...he wanted something else. And as he took the fresh mint scented soap off its holder, he thought about it.

"I..i want him to hold me.."

He admitted, a strange sort of calmness coming over him. It was over now. Nothing left to do..but to clean up. And then confront Kyouya. He scrubbed himself softly, in a melancholy fashion. Trying to get every mark off him. Once done, he turned the water off, his skin now red and tight from heat. He slipped off his soaked tie, only just now noticing it. A quick brush with the towel, and then it wrapped around his waist. He made his way back to Kyouya's room, leaning against the doorway. He made no eye contact.

"Can..I please sleep in here?..We still need to talk about future plans. For the club."