Incidentally, the events in this chapter are loosely based on something that happened between myself and a friend. I generally don't ship Honey and Haruhi but I am very pro poly-Ouran and I wanted to have her with all of them.

Haruhi watched from the sidelines as Mori and Honey sparred with each other, both having discarded their uwagi and fighting in just their loose fitting, white trousers. Sweat gleamed off both of their well muscled bodies, catching the artificial lighting of the dojo in the most interesting way. The book that she had brought to read lay forgotten by her side, the spine sagging where she had laid it facedown, open to her current page.

Let it be said that Haruhi understood, to a degree, there were different desires that people had. She understood the purpose of the host club and how it catered to those desires. She even understood that the lolita type was very popular with many of their guests. She just didn't understand why, exactly. Deliberately seeking out someone who appeared for all intents and purposes, underage. It seemed perverse. And it was not a fantasy that Haruhi had ever indulged in.

However, strong, confident men who could throw around people twice their size with ease? Men who knew their strengths and played to them? Men with bodies like that? That was a fantasy that Haruhi was very comfortable with. She especially liked how comfortable he was within his own skin. Even if it meant cake, and pink and Usa-chan, it was still unbelievably sexy. Tamaki was right. True strength came in the acknowledgement of one's own desires and embracing them. Having the courage to be yourself, everyone else be damned. And it just so happened that Haninozuka Mitsukuni fit that bill very well.

She didn't know how it started, her coming to watch him practice his various martial arts, but it had become something of a secret obsession with her. When he was playing up the cutesy at the club, playing up for the girls obsessed with the lolita-shota, Haruhi could honestly say that she felt nothing for him but the affection of a sister for her little brother, despite him being two years older than her. But when she was here, watching him in all his powerful glory... let's just say, it was quite the turn on.

One day, after the club had wrapped up and they were about to head home, Honey approached her, eyes large and Usa-chan clutched in his arms. Haruhi gave him an indulgent smile, tilting her head.

"Haru-chan?" Honey started, smiling brightly up at her. "Do you want to watch a movie at my house tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know, Honey-senpai. I've got a lot of homework to do and-"

"Don't you like me, Haru-chan?" he asked imploringly, the beginnings of tears forming at his lower lashes and Haruhi sighed internally. Much as she had no attraction to his childlike behaviour, she also had no defence against it. She felt the natural instinct to protect and look after her older friend, despite being well aware that he didn't need it.

"Of course I-"

"Don't you like spending time with me?" he whined, one lone tear slipping down his cheek as he buried his face into Usa-chan.

"You know that I d-"

"Great!" he cheered, immediately perking up and grabbing her by the hand, dragging her out of the room and continuing to tow her behind him, keeping up a fast pace so that she wouldn't have time to escape until they were outside the school and ensconced in the back seat of his family's luxury car. Haruhi was struck dumb by the ease with which he had manipulated the situation.

A little boy, he certainly was not.

They were ensconced on the sofa, Honey on one side and Haruhi on the other. They sat quietly watching the film, a bowl of sweet popcorn between the two of them when suddenly Honey spoke up.

"Haru-chan?"

She looked over at him, tilting her head to acknowledge that she was listening.

"Do you mind if we cuddle a bit?" Honey's eyes were large in his face, his expression pleading. Haruhi said nothing but opened her arms as an invitation. Gleefully, he dove across the space and snuggled into her lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his head into the side of her chest.

Had it been Tamaki, or one of the twins, Haruhi would have pushed them away, giving them a piece of her mind, as they were surely after one thing. Honey was practically a sweet little child though, and from him, the action seemed innocent. How quickly she let the illusion of his innocence take her in once again.

At first she didn't notice, as his hands softly stroked her. His touch was light as he brushed along her legs, up her sides and across her back. Even these touches were innocent enough, keeping to areas that were not particularly intimate. And the motions were soothing to her, Haruhi saw no reason to make a fuss and ask him to stop. He was just being affectionate.

As the tentative touch of his fingers became surer, his strokes longer, she felt herself sinking into them, enjoying the sensation of just being held by another person, a feeling of contentment washing over her. She found her own fingers running through his hair, enjoying the softness of the golden blonde locks. Honey nuzzled into the touch, snuggling even closer to her body, if that were even possible.

Despite herself, Haruhi was becoming distracted from the film, her entire being becoming attuned to the handsome boy that had his legs across her lap and his arms round her. She didn't want to but she was slowly being seduced by his quiet motions, at once innocent and yet somehow... not. When he nuzzled his nose into the side of her face and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, she didn't resist. When his hand started drifting higher up her thigh, she made no move to stop him, her core only warming a few degrees and her body starting to tingle.

Haruhi found herself wishing that she wasn't wearing her school uniform. As practical as it was compared to the fluffy yellow confections the girls had to wear, right at this moment it was altogether too restrictive.

More kisses decorated the side of her face, each coming closer to her mouth until the corner of his met the corner of her and she gasped.

"Honey-senpai!"

Tears welled in the lolita-shota's eyes.

"Don't you like my kisses, Haru-chan?" he asked beseechingly. "Am I a bad kisser? You're just so lovely and sweet, I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry."

With that he slipped away from her, back to the other side of the couch. Haruhi was somewhat in a state of shock. Not so much from the kisses, as from the fact that Honey actually wanted to kiss her. She was also surprised by her own reaction to it.

She glanced down to where her hands had clasped together in her lap, the fingers twisting uncertainly. But really, what did she have to feel uncertain about? She wanted his kisses. There was no use denying it. She looked back over to the small blonde boy... no, she corrected herself, man. He sat with his own look of uncertainty, his lip between his teeth as he chewed nervously, waiting for her decision either way. She didn't want to reject him, she loved him.

Sliding closer, she reached out her hand to his and twined their fingers together. Honey looked up and caught her eye, and the shy smile she gave him caused his entire face to light up. Leaning forward, she tentatively placed her lips against his.

Honey's lips were soft and warm and Haruhi pressed closer, savouring the feel of him. Honey's hands came up to clasp either side of her face, holding her steady as he deepened the kiss. Gently, he pushed Haruhi back so that she was lying on the sofa and he straddled her thighs, one hand moving into her hair to cradle her head, the other trailing from her face, down the column of her neck, brushing against the side of her breast. The brunette gasped at the light touch, Honey greedily swallowing the sound in another kiss, his tongue tracing the shape of her parted lips and delving deeper to explore the warm recesses of her mouth as his hand continued its journey to settle on her hip.

They lay there for a while, just kissing, the soft mewls and sighs coming from Haruhi music to the blonde's ears. Haruhi's own hands were mapping out the contours of his muscular back, his thin school shirt the only barrier between their skin. Before either of them realised, his shirt had loosed itself from the confines of his waistband and Haruhi's fingers found themselves slipped beneath the material and free to touch the smooth warmth of his back.

Tentatively, the brush of Honey's hand moved from her hip, up her side to rest just next to her left breast, his thumb barely skimming the underside. Despite the layers of fabric, Haruhi could feel the heat of his touch and almost instantly felt her nipples peak. How could it be that she was having this strong a reaction, and he hadn't even touched her?

"Is it okay?" he asked, his voice uncertain and yet deep with his own arousal. "Would it be okay if I touch you, Haru-chan. You're so beautiful."

Haruhi took her lower lip between her teeth, biting down ever so slightly and looked up at him through her lashed. Honey almost groaned, clamping his lips tight against the sound. The look was so sultry, something he hadn't even known she had been capable of, but then, he didn't think she had ever even thought to look at him that way before, had never considered him a potential suitor.

Honey obviously hadn't paid too much attention when she came to watch him practicing at the dojo.

With a small smile, Haruhi nodded her ascent and leaned forward to gently press her lips to his. Honey let out the breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, leaning further into the kiss as his hand moved to cup the small yet perfect mound of her breast. They both sighed at the sensation.

Pulling away from him caused the blonde lolita to gasp in dismay before Haruhi loosened her tie, pulling it off all together before freeing her shirt buttons from their holes and slipping the garment off her arms, leaving her skin exposed to Honey's view. His eyes never left hers but a blush rode high on his cheeks as she disrobed. Swallowing nervously he allowed his gaze to slide down over her body.

"Haru-chan, you're so beautiful!" he cried, eyes sparkling as he took in svelte figure, a plain cotton bra concealing her breasts and her uniform trousers still fastened around her hips. Still, Honey looked at her as though she were a slice of chocolate cake.

As she watched, his eyes changed from wide and awestruck, to heavy lidded and sultry. Haruhi shivered. He looked almost dangerous, the way he was eyeing her hungrily. There were very few times she had seen such a serious expression on his face.

Drawing closer, Honey tucked a stray lock of hair behind Haruhi's ear, his fingers tracing the clean line of her jaw and tilting her chin, drawing her lips once more to his in a sweet kiss.

He peppered kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her jaw before working his way down her throat and licking a path between her covered mounds. His tongue swirled around her belly button and Haruhi gasped, squirming slightly under his erotic ministrations.

Stopping briefly to unsnap her trousers, he continued to kiss a path across her exposed skin as inch by inch the material was pulled down her legs until she wore nothing but her underwear. Then, with a move that took her completely by surprise, he quickly divested of her briefs as well.

The touch of something warm and wet at her core had her hips bucking suddenly, and then a firm grasp came to steady her at her hips. Honey licked at the folds of her sex, drawing the bud between his lips and sucking gently until Haruhi was writhing beneath his mouth. His hands stayed where they were and as the pressure increased, his tongue working faster, she wanted nothing more desperately than to have him inside of her, his manhood mimicking the steady rhythm he had set with his mouth, filling her and satiating her.

She was remained unfulfilled, however, as his head stayed between her legs and his fingers dug their imprints into the soft flesh of her hips. So it was something else entirely when his clever tongue started spiralling circles around her sensitive nub before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard, are the orgasm that hit her left her seeing stars. Her chest heaved and her muscles twitched, shudders wracking her entire body.

Honey sat back on his heels, a satisfied smile on his face as he licked away the remnants of her fluids from his lips, looking for all the world like that cat that got the cream.

"You taste so good, Haru-chan," Honey grinned, crawling up the length of her body to place a peck on her lips. Haruhi could just about taste herself in his kiss. It was... hot.

Her fingers carded through his soft locks and she drew him closer, deepening the kiss.

"Honey, that was... amazing."

Honey smiled widely.

Haruhi's fingers danced across his collar, coming round to undo his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders. The man watched her as she did so, uncertain but desperate to know what she thought of him. Her pleased smile as she ran her fingers along the hard ridges of his pectorals and abdominals brought a wicked smirk to his lips.

The blonde shrugged off the shirt and stripped off his trousers, standing before her in just his boxers. Tentatively, Haruhi reached a hand towards him, brushing her fingers down the hard bulge visible beneath the material of his shorts. Honey shuddered, his eyes closing in pleasure at such a simple touch.

Gaining confidence, Haruhi cautiously pulled the last remaining article from his body, letting gravity take its course and leaving them where they fell.

Haruhi took his velvet length in hand, stroking him as he rocked gently into her. As she picked up the pace, enjoying the soft moans and gasps her actions were creating, the brunette was startled when a firm grasp encircled her wrist, stopping her motions. She looked up into his face to see it was screwed up in concentration, almost looking pained.

"Sorry, Haru-chan. That feels so good, I won't last much longer if you keep that up."

Haruhi smiled shyly.

"What would you like to do instead then?"

The smile he bestowed on her was devilish enough to rival even the twins. Reaching out a hand, he pulled her to standing and for the first time she realised that Honey was actually taller than her, if only by an inch. She tipped her head back to look into his eyes as he brought his arms around her. Unclipping her bra, he left it to fall to the floor of its own accord and brought Haruhi around to the side of the sofa.

"Lean over."

The command sounded alien coming from his lips, so authoritative was it, Haruhi's eyes widened slightly but she didn't hesitate to obey, her small breasts swaying slightly as she braced her forearms on the arm of the sofa, leaving her rear on display. Honey's hand was warm as it stroked down her back and over the delectable curve of her bottom.

With no more warning, Haruhi felt the tip of his manhood rub against her entrance. Inch by torturous inch he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate him until he was fully sheathed. Just as slowly he pulled away until he had almost completely left her. Haruhi struggled to keep her breathing even as once again he pushed his way inside. She wiggled her hips, trying to rock back into him and increase the pace, but once again his hands held her steady.

"Honey... Mitsukuni... please," she begged, her head hanging down and her heart thundering in her chest.

It was all it took for his control to snap, his thrusts faster and deeper, and her breasts swayed under the force. Words of pleasure and praise fell from both their lips as her walls clamped down on his throbbing member but when his arm reached around her waist, his fingers pressing against the throbbing epicentre of her desire, Haruhi shattered again, Honey following shortly behind.

Haruhi slumped over the arm of the sofa, her body a boneless mess while Honey disappeared momentarily to rid himself of the condom before coming back to wrap his arms around her, pulling her up from the seat and lifting her.

With an unsurprising display of strength, Honey braced an arm under Haruhi's knees and one across her back, curling her into his body as he lifted her. The movement was swift and Haruhi was startled, her arms flailing for purchase before wrapping around his neck, holding tightly. Honey couldn't hide the pleased smile at the usually self-sufficient woman clinging to him so closely. He liked feeling protective of her.

They fell asleep snuggled together and Haruhi found she quite enjoyed being held by the blonde boy, his arms sure about her. She felt warm and she felt safe. Usa-chan was snuggled within her own arms, the cute bunny as much as a comfort to her as the boy who had become her lover.

This sense of security wouldn't last, though, and Haruhi would be sure to be gone by the time morning came. Honey was an early riser, to be sure, but he was very grumpy. It would be impossible to say who would be worse to be around in the morning, him or the Shadow King.

What could you expect from people with type AB blood?

For now, though, she allowed herself to be lulled to sleep in his warm embrace.