A/N: Hey all! Adderly here. Sorry it's taken so long to update. Hope you all are still enjoying the story. ;]

He blinked, letting his hand be moved and tied. It took him a few seconds to register what was really going on. He blue eyes widened, and his cock twitched. His body liked it, but his mind. Well, as always his mind was going off in a completely different direction. This was too much. He lost all power this way. His wrist twitched, then pulled, then all out struggled. His pupils dilated in fear, his body went rigid and he began to shake his head.

"Kyouya. Kyouya no. Please..Please no. Not this."

He shook and pulled and yanked and cried out in fear, frustration and love. Although his cock was bouncing against his stomach, he continued to pull like a frightened animal. Although..He sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to get out of this. He knew it was too late by now. He had begged. and begging was what gave Kyouya such a power over him. Plus, if he was good enough. He might be hurt. He slowly went limp on the bed, and then raised his hand, resting his wrist in Kyouya's hand as he looked at him with those puppy dog eyes. Usually, he got whatever he wanted using them, but not this time.

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"No, definitely not this time," Kyouya thought. There would be no puppy eyes. Even with this thought he hesitated with the hand for a fraction of a second, but the pleadings were still echoing in his brain and without a second thought, he was tying up Tamaki's other hand with a knot as careful as the first. He could tell from the way that Tamaki's cock reacted, that he was enjoying this on one level or another.

The blonde's feet were not tied up, so Kyouya considered that he would probably have to restrain those himself if Tamaki started making a fuss. He whipped his body over Kyouya's, pinning the boy down with a knee on either side of the boy's hips. His body shivered in delight, urging him to keep going. To claim the dominance over the boy again and again until Tamaki would break under his master's hands. With a sly grin, he looked back in Tamaki's eyes.

"You want to be hurt, right? All day, that's what you've wanted. I'll give that to you," he said with a hint of a primal growl rising in his chest. With one hand he caressed the bump on the side of Tamaki's head that he had inflicted earlier that day. "Didn't you say that I was the only one who could hurt you? So why are you struggling so much?" Kyouya asked wickedly. By all means he did not want the boy to stop struggling or begging, he merely wanted to toy with him.

Again, he waited for a reply.

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He gasped with each touch. His nerves being set on fire by the tender touches of his masters hands. his body quivering, his eyes looking everywhere and nowhere at once. His chest heaved. As Kyouya straddled him, he could feel his cock pressing against whatever was available, and his body felt as fragile as a butterfly's wings underneath the other boy. He nodded, quickly, speaking quickly.

"y..Yes My Master! Please! Please hurt me! I'm so-"

In the middle of his sentence, the other boys cell phone went blaring off. Tamaki stopped talking, and looked squarely up at Kyouya.

"Answer that and I'll be scream."

With his new found threat, he took a deep breath, and held it. Ready to yell if it was picked up.

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Kyouya didn't have the patience to deal with Tamaki's threats. He was the one in control, and he was going to make that extremely obvious. His right hand collided with Tamaki's left cheek and he could hear the slapping sound echo around the room. Someone was calling him, and he always had his calls screened. The person who was calling must have been someone important, and of course he would take the call. Tamaki would just have to deal with that.

"If you scream, you will definitely regret it," Kyouya hissed venomously as he got up from the bed and retrieved his cell phone. He checked the caller display and was surprised that it had come from his mansion. Someone there must have been looking for him.

Sighing, he gave one last threatening look at Tamaki, and then decided he had better answer the call in the hallway. He left Tamaki strapped down and naked on the bed as he sauntered out of the room. "This better be important," Kyouya growled into the phone. If it was a servant or something, he was going to flip out. Instead came the voice of his oldest brother. That was weird, his brother did not live at the mansion.

"Kyouya, there's been an accident. Kyoko is in the hospital, asking for you..."

"What?" Kyouya screeched into the phone. He was never under control of his temper these days. His brother continued.

"Nothing serious, she's just broken her arm," his brother said coolly, keeping calm under the circumstances. Kyouya was not cruel, he did care for his sister a lot, and he knew that his brothers were the same way. He couldn't possibly imagine how upset their father was at this time. Kyoko was his prize, the only thing tying him to their mother.

"How is father taking this?" Kyouya asked, settling his own nerves. The question was more out of morbid curiosity than concern.

"Not well. It's best to get here as fast as you can. I'll send a driver to pick you up right away."

There was no discussion. Kyouya would have to go. He flipped his phone down and rubbed his temples, remembering Tamaki suddenly. He was not sure if the boy had been screaming. If he had, Kyouya hadn't heard a thing through the door or over their conversation. Without a word he untied Tamaki, noticing already the red rings from struggling. "I have to go," he said gruffly, and picked up his briefcase and clipboard. Then he walked out of the room.

{Two week time skip}

The past few weeks had gone by fast. With his sister in the hospital, Kyouya was left with a lot of time on his hands. He continued his relationship with Tamaki, and nearly every day he would have to deal with him. It wasn't like a chore though. Kyouya was surprised that he actually liked what they were doing. It also satisfied some type of hunger Kyouya never realized that he had before.

He had been pretty sure, about a week ago, that he didn't want this to stop. As soon as he had realized this, there were no hindrances. He would give in to Tamaki's begging, choking, strangling, hitting, biting the boy until the boy would submit in the ultimate form of dominance. And every time they did this, Kyouya never got bored. Lately he had made their sessions last as long as possible, providing challenges for Tamaki, testing the boy's will power and submission.

With only a week away to the Christmas Ball, Kyouya was also extremely busy with the preparations. He had booked everything from staff to the hall itself they'd be using. Not just that, but he was also the one promoting the Ball to all the customers during the Host Club hours.

"I'm sure you've heard what we're planning for the Christmas Ball?" he'd ask as the girls would surround him for information. That was the main reason that Kyouya was ever requested. He was always selling merchandise and organizing auctions of personal belongings. Lately he had been getting more and more requests, information to be passed along to the school about the Christmas Ball.

"Is it true that there will be a horse drawn sleigh?" one of the girls cooed romantically.

"Yes. If you pay extra when you purchase your tickets, you get a special coupon for a five minute sleigh ride with the host of your choice. There will also be dancing, and then a mistletoe finale," Kyouya said seductively, roping in the innocent girl with the promises of attention and affection.

"How much more?" the girl said breathlessly, not being able to believe it was all true.

"Well of course, we've had to double our price from last year," Kyouya began, pitching the idea to her slowly. "So for a five minute romantic sleigh ride with the host of choice, the price of those special tickets will quadruple."

The girl squealed in delight. This was good, that would mean she was able to afford it.

"I'll buy one right now!" she said happily, reaching into her purse and bringing out an expensive looking wallet.

"You will have to choose first the host you wish to be in the draw to kiss under the mistletoe, and then also the host you wish to have a sleigh ride with," he informed curtly as he opened his clipboard and tallied down another sale along with the girl's name. Of course, this girl had gone all out last year too. From what he could see of her record she would choose...

"Haruhi-kun please!" she said, a dark blush creeping up to her face as she handed the tall boy her money.

Kyouya bowed slightly. He had gotten it right. This girl had been an avid Haruhi requester since day one. "Excellent choice," he said swiftly, reaching into the pocket on the front of his uniform and withdrawing a stack of tickets. He first pulled out one that was a light brown mixed with gold, and then he pulled out another that was light brown and silver. He had the tickets color coated for each event, and they had printed only a few days ago. There was a larger stack in the back that he didn't keep with him at all times. "There you go. Hold on to those until right up to the mistletoe finale," he suggested, smiling behind shining glasses.

"Thank you Senpai!" she said joyously, rushing off to tell her friends of her purchase. Kyouya opened his clipboard again and marked down various information about the tickets. The number, the date and the client's choice.

He was interrupted by Haruhi tugging lightly at his arm. Looking down he saw the same worried expression she had worn the few weeks ago when she had meddled in his business. This time was different though, he could tell that he wouldn't be able to just brush her off this time. She was actually very worried about Tamaki. Sighing, he closed his clipboard and faced her again.

"Yes, Haruhi?" he asked coolly, pushing his glasses higher onto his nose in a subconscious effort to remain dignified.

"Kyouya-senpai," she started, her eyes flickering back to Tamaki across the room. "I want to ask you about Tamaki-senpai."

"Well you're free to ask whatever questions you like, Haruhi," Kyouya reminded her. "I'll answer the ones that I wish."

This didn't seem to be the response she was looking for, and he could see her confidence shattering before him. He smirked a little slyly this time. But then she looked down at her feet, her fingers coiling themselves to make a fist. Bless her, she was really trying to do this.

"What is going on between you and Tamaki-senpai? Every day I see him he has more and more injuries, and he always hides them when I bring it up. I know you're the one that's doing this to him. Why, Kyouya-senpai?" Her voice broke in her last sentence, tears forming in her eyes.

"She's just like a kitten," Kyouya thought. Brave, but not knowing how weak she was. He thought he had gotten that across to her a long time ago. Then he sighed and grabbed her arm, walking her out of the Music Room and into the empty hallway. He didn't want her to make a scene in a place of business.

She was scared, and he knew it. The same horrified look on her face that Tamaki seemed to have, except that Tamaki was a thousand times more good looking. He faced her then, using the full force of his eyes on her. There was no point lying anymore, he knew that Haruhi was worried, and she wasn't the type to back down, even if it were to get her hurt.

"Tamaki and I," Kyouya began, dropping his hands to his sides, "have a complicated relationship. I don't think you'd understand it honestly."

Haruhi seemed to take a little offense to it, but one harsh look from Kyouya had her backed against the wall as she timidly searched for the right words she wanted. "You can tell me, Kyouya-senpai. I know you wouldn't hurt Tamaki-senpai on purpose..." she trailed off.

"That's where you're wrong," Kyouya said desperately, his arms shaking a little. Why did he have to feel the need to explain himself now? "Tamaki wants this. He wants me to hurt him. He begs me to, and I listen, because I like to hear him beg. I love the way he looks at me with a tortured expression, mixed with pain and pleasure. I have to give him what he wants. I have to be in control of him. We have a sick, sick relationship, Haruhi. I suppose you can call it love... what I feel for Tamaki. I'm not too sure myself, I've never felt it. All I know is that it satisfies me when Tamaki is mine, and if that's something you can't understand, then I'll warn you to keep your mouth shut. It's none of your business in the end."

The words flew out of his mouth as rapidly as ever. By the end of his speech he was still shaking, trying to control his emotions that had just poured out in front of the small, androgynous girl. He looked down from her, ashamed because even as he said the words he knew how she'd take them. He could feel the disgusted look he was getting, and that made him even angrier. She had no right to judge him.

"Kyouya-senpai," Haruhi said carefully after a long moment of silence. "I don't think any less of you. I... I didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to make sure that Tamaki-senpai was safe. I... I care about Tamaki-senpai too."

Kyouya looked sharply at the girl, trying to find any hint of sarcasm or mistrust. He searched her brown eyes and then his shaking stopped. He composed himself and then a slender hand found their way to her head. "I know you care about him," he said softly. "But this is something we both want."

And then he turned on his heel and marched back into the Music Room.

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The sound of the slap and the burn of Kyouya's slap was more than enough to shut the blond up. His body stiffened, and a muffled cry escaped his lips. He whimpered, but Kyouya's threat only made his cock go even more erect. The hard muscle twitched, and Tamaki squirmed, his body yearning for attention. Still. He knew that Kyouya only got important calls, and Tamaki sighed, waiting for him to go get his phone. The slap still stung upon his pale cheek, cream coloured skin turning red, and then quickly dulling to a soft rose pink. As Kyouya got up, Tamaki felt his weight lift, and he could breathe easier. The spot where he had been sitting was cold, and for a moment Tamaki felt panicked, alone. Watching the man slip away, outside his room and the harshness of his voice made him all the more hot. A fine film of sweat forming on his brow, sticking his golden locks to his forehead. He waited silently, he listened.

He caught only what Kyouya had said, the anger, then the fear in his voice. It made Tamaki's heart drop. What had happened? His heart beat quickened, but soon the boy came back. He looked angry, frustrated, and fearful. Tamaki opened his mouth, but said nothing. He blinked softly head tilting as he was untied. His hands dropped down to his sides, and he lifted himself up off the silk quilt.
"I love you."
He said quickly, but the door was already shutting. He sighed, and then frowned. Quickly, he leaned over, snatching the phone off its cradle, dialling his home number. Someone there would have an idea of what was going on. Quickly, he sat up in bed, and crossed one leg over the other. His palm idly rubbed at his cock, his chin still stinging. A soft, womanly voice answered, and for a moment he thought of his mother, a chord being struck in his heart, he sighed when he recognized his maids voice.

"Yes. I want to know what happened with the Ootori family. Yes. He left here moments ago. We were going over details for the club. Right. His sister? –Here he sighed, and then smiled softly- remind father to send them a bouquet with regards from our family, will you? Thank you. No I won't be home tonight I'll be sleeping at the school, much work to do. Yes. Yesss I'll shower. Yes! Okay! Thank you. Goodbye."

Sighed again he placed the phone down with nothing but a soft click. The ropes were draped over his arms, and with a smile he allowed the silken rope to fall to the floor. The pain in his cheek subsided, as did the pinkish mark. There was no sign of their play from before. The marks on his chest and neck also began to fade. He frowned ever so slightly, but none the less he got up, and walked to his bathroom, hips rolling and thrusting. Gyrating with each soft step. The pleasure still coursed heavily through his cock, he would fix this soon. Stepping into the shower, he quickly closed the frosted door, and turned on the water. First the hot, and then the cold so he got just the tiniest burn. This wasn't to hurt himself, but he always did this. No clue why he did, but he enjoyed it and it would continue to for the rest of his days. Warm water washed over his body, hugging his every curves. That's why he liked the water. Nothing could mar the prince's good looks, and water only seemed to enhance it.

Quickly, he grabbed at his cock, slowly beginning to jerk himself off. His moans became a rhythm quickly, and his eyes shut. He was back in his own world. Full of hard core fucking. But this time. This time Kyouya moaned. Tamaki shuddered as he listened to Kyouya's guttural groans of dominance. Deep, angry, growls emitting from the beast that seemed to constantly coil inside the man. It wasn't long before Tamaki orgasmed. Thick ropes of white spewing from the reddened head of his cock, and down the drain. A content sigh escaped his throat, and he grabbed the strawberry scented soap from its shelf, and washed himself, thinking of the weeks ahead. He wondered if Kyouya would ever love him like he did. He wondered if his sister would be alright. He wondered a lot of things. But still, he knew it would be alright. As long as he had his master he would be fine. Scrubbing his hair after he was done with his body, the blonde boy stepped out of the shower, towel dried, and went into his room. It was already nine, and he had school the next morning. With a yawn, Tamaki flopped down, and fell asleep.

{Two week Skip}

He loved it. Every bit of it. Kyouya and he seemed to develop a rhythm throughout the two weeks. A beating before classes and a beating before the club. Plus a good hard rut On Kyouya's good mood days, he'd even step on Tamaki's foot during lunch hours. All this, plus the ball was getting closer. Already he had seen yellow/golden coloured tickets around the school, and many women had come up to him. A small, brown haired girl flounced up to him, her high, squealy voice nearly breaking the boys ears.

"Tamaki-kun! Do you think we'll have a chance to dance together? So many girl's want to dance with you, I'm afraid I won't have my turn!"

Tamaki smiled his sweet smile, and held the lady close, his finger tips dancing upon her chin as he leaned In close, speaking softly.

"For you my princess, I'll make sure we have our own, special dance together. As long as you're willing to wait for me. "

She squealed even louder than she had before, and dug into a white silk purse, bringing out two golden tickets, waving them in the air.

"Look look! I already bought a ticket for you, and one for a carriage ride. Oh, do you think it will snow?"
He smiled again, and wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her in a tight hug. His sweet smelling skin making her squirm. A few practiced tears flowed from his sparkling eyes as he flourished his hand out into the air, as if he could see the night already.

"Oh princess. I'll be sure of it. White sparkling snow, so cold we'll have to snuggle under a warm blanket of our love."

The girl turned beat red, and down she went. A fainter it seemed. A soft chuckle came as two of her friends dragged her off, and then came back to buy their own tickets. One for Hunny, and the other, was for Kyouya. He hesitated only a split second, but handed her the ticket for Kyouya. A frown spread across his face, only to be replaced with a smile as he sat on one of his favourite love seats, a horde of his customers swarming around him for their turn to swoon. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Haruhi leaving with Kyouya, and panic rose within his chest. One girl poked him, and said something, but he was too distracted. Another prod, and he looked to her, speaking slowly.

"I'm sorry princess. I was just distracted by the thoughts of the sweet tender kiss we will share at the ball."

It worked well, and soon the two returned. Tamaki excused himself, and slid behind Haruhi. A slender hand went around her shoulder, and he spoke lowly.

"You know. Don't you."

She only smiled now. Now that she knew he wanted it, there was no reason to worry. The bruises he had, he had hidden well, and Haruhi only caught glimpses of them when he changed, or when he "magically" lost his shirt in front of the ladies. Still. They were enough to worry. A quick nod was all Tamaki needed, and he sighed. Then she spoke.

"Tamaki-Senpai, I know you and Kyouya-senpai have this relationship. But I think that as long as there is love, and no one is dying. Then it is alright. "

Tamaki smiled, and gave her a hug so tight her face flushed. He then asked her her plans for the weekend. He still wanted to get her in that snow bunny outfit.

"Oh. Uh. My father is going away for the weekend. So nothing, really."

Tamaki froze, and blinked, then went about his business; he waited until the club was done. Once all the women were out and going home, almost all of them sporting tickets in various colors, he turned, slammed the door, and yelled.

"HARUHI! YOU FAILED TO TELL ME THAT YOUR FATHER WAS LEAVING THIS WEEKEND! AS YOUR FATHER I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! YOU ARE SLEEPING OVER MY HOUSE ALONG WITH KYOUYA! GOT IT?!"

She refused, of course, but a sudden change in attitude, and a quick promise of fancy tuna and she was his. Once that was all said and done, everyone left, leaving Kyouya and Tamaki alone. He looked back at Kyouya, and headed straight for the back room. He knew the routine by now. Opening the door, he left it open and entered, his hands placed behind his back as he awaited his daily beating.