Here's the next chapter! Same warnings and disclaimer as before.

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The host club gathered once more as Kyouya told them all about the situation that had unfolded upon them, although he did not know what they could do about it in their current condition.

The phone thrown aside, the elder man leaned back down to claim his prize as he placed a rough, hungry kiss on the frightened boy's lips as he slipped his large, rough hand up Kaoru's thin shirt, groping the soft flesh beneath. As the attacker moved his lips to lick and nip at his jaw line once more, the innocent Kaoru, trembling beneath him, whimpered helplessly as soon as he could, closing his eyes, and blocking the build up of tears from slipping from his eyes. Before he knew it the stronger of the pair was undoing Kaoru's trousers and guiding the younger's unwilling hand to do the same.

"What? Unbelievable?!" exclaimed the amazed Haruhi.

"All this happened under our noses? Inexcusable!" an angered Tamaki yelled.

"Is Kao-Chan going to be hurt?" Hunny asked with irresistible, child-like eyes, damp with tears of worry.

"That's what we're afraid of if we don't act fast," Kyouya spoke in a matter-of-fact way.

"How can you still act so cold?" Haruhi yelled with spite clear in her voice, "he's in danger and you seem to not care at all!"

"I do care but-"he was caught off mid-sentence by a still furious Haruhi.

"Well then show you care! For once in your life, show you care about something, anything more than money, or profit!" she screamed at him, her face reddening in rage.

"I do care. I care more than you could think but getting emotional is only going to waste time that we need to help him," and for one of the first times, Haruhi saw a glint of emotion in his cold, dark eyes.

"Do we have an address to find this psycho?"

"Do you expect your friends to help you?" Kazuki hissed into Kaoru's ear as he finished with Kaoru's trousers, still helping Kaoru to undo his. "That's it isn't it? You're expecting them to come charging through the door to help you. Well no one's going to arrive," he spoke menacingly, destroying any hope Kaoru still had left.

"We have nothing, not even a phone number," Kyouya spoke in disgust.

"This guy isn't getting away," Tamaki hissed, giving a sympathetic glance to Hikaru, who hadn't said a word since they had gathered.

"How are we...?" Haruhi started, her worry getting the better of her.

"I don't know!" Kyouya spat out dangerously.

"Can we get through again on Kaoru's mobile?" Tamaki asked.

"No...It's not even ringing," Hikaru whispered, putting his phone back into his pocket; "Kyouya, can we do this outside, away from this music?"

"Sure, maybe there's something out the way they went," he offered as they walked out the door Kaoru and an unknown man had left earlier.

"Th-they will come," Kaoru's whispered, almost choking on his words as they fled his tight throat.

"Why?" Kazuki asked, meeting the eyes of his victim as finally his trousers were also undone.

"Because they're my friends and they care!" he almost shouted, receiving a hard slap to the face by his attacker above him.

"Snap out of it! This is reality, not the dream!" he yelled harshly as Kaoru's eyes narrowed in pain as he looked to the side, realizing the truth that he may not escape.

"How the fuck are we supposed to find him if we have no evidence or anything!" Hikaru screamed at the world angrily as the rest of the club, minus one, watched him in sympathy.

"What's going on here then?" a tough looking bodyguard approached them as it occurred to Kyouya that he forgot to ask. Worry affects even the shadow king.

"Excuse me sir, have you been monitoring out here all night?" Kyouya asked in his official manner.

"Yes," he replied bluntly in a gruff voice.

"Have you seen a boy that looks like him," Kyouya gestured towards Hikaru, "leave with an older looking man?" he asked.

"Yeah, it looked kind of...weird though," he commented.

"Tell me what happened," Kyouya demanded.

"Fine."

His large hands clutched Kaoru tightly as he turned him over, almost suffocating him with the red cushion on the side. His hands lustfully felt over and grasped the innocent boy's ass as he positioned himself over the younger steadily.

"Please stop!" the younger cried.

"Why should I?"

"Please...I'll do anything...anything else...Please!" he cried, gasping, trying to catch the breath he lost as the tears rolled down his face.

"Tell you what...I'll let you buy some time," he offered as he pushed Kaoru from the sofa to his knees in front of him.

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