This is the first part of the story that I wrote but, be forewarned that things are about to get spicy. I wouldn't want anyone getting an unpleasant surprise.

Later that week.

"Takashi!~"

"Hi Mitsukuni."

"I haven't seen you in days, I missed you."

"We've seen each other every day this week."

"I haven't seen you by yourself..." He frowns. "Were you avoiding me?"

"I needed a break."

"I like seeing you outside of work."

"What can I do for you?"

"Come with me to the host club."

"You're not making sense, you said out of work and it's after hours, anyway."

"No, I just wanted to show you something."

"Can it wait?" Hani hugs him.

"I said I missed you… I spent the whole weekend without Usa-chan and I only got through it because you were there it's because I got to hug you. Thanks, but I'm missing you too, now because your hugs feel way different… Having you that close made me feel different, almost like a different person."

"I'm glad I could be of service." He starts to walk away, Hani takes hold of his wrist and he can't move an inch.

"You can't spare a minute for me?" Hani takes a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth.

"I'll come in, just don't expect me to stay long..."

"Good." Without letting the firm grip he has on his wrist go, Hani leads Mori into the host club, turns the lights on and shuts the door behind them. When Hani finally lets go of his wrists, Mori replaces his hand with his own, rubs the developing bruise and resist the urge to wince. "Did that hurt?"

"Why? Are you actually sorry?"

"For some reason, no one ever complains when I hurt them... They just take it... Those times I hit Tamaki."

"No honorifics?" Mori's observation of his sudden change of character gets ignored.

I thought it was 'Tama-chan'...

"Yeah he falters and admits it hurts, unlike you, but everyone takes my side and assumes he's the bad guy… And I know 'violence is never the answer' but for me it just works, probably, because I never get my comeuppance."

"More like it doesn't really hurt."

"Yes it does!" He clamps down on Mori's slowly forming bruise. "I thought you of all people wouldn't let pride cloud your judgement."

"I won't give you the sadistic satisfaction."

"Don't tell me you actually like getting on my nerves? You want to frustrate me with your... Masochism? It just looks like it doesn't hurt. I'm a 'nasty piece of work', you said so yourself." He grumbles, tightening his grip as he lets Mori's taunting get to him. "I once knocked Tamaki to the floor without being provoked yet everyone assumes I'm too weak for it to matter." The intensity of Hani's grip increases. Mori tenses as he loses circulation in his hand and struggles to make a fist. "Why doesn't anyone think it's worth retaliating against me? I thought you were different but you only ever fight back with your words unless it's a battle. If you're looking down on me too..." He digs his fingernails in. "It's insulting!"

"I'm only saying it doesn't hurt to take the mick."

"I know and it's not funny." He releases his wrist in anguish.

"It is because you're so touchy and easily wound up."

"You're the only one that does that on purpose, it's as if you have no fear at all."

"I don't."

"Why?"

"When you're this size and this intimidating, you tend not to be easily threatened especially not by the likes of you. What did you wanna see me about? You're disrupting my quiet time a lot more these days. I don't think it's ok for you to simply barge into my life as and when it pleases you!"

"You like the company admit it."

"Never!"

"Take that back!" He slaps him.

"If it's a fight you want it's a fight I'll give you!" Hani closes his eyes then forcibly mushes their mouths together and shoves his tongue down Mori's throat his eyes widen as he struggles to take in the events that unravel before him. "Yes, such is the nature of our conversation."

"Oi, that was my first-! Wait, I mean, what a childish attempt at kissing. Your tongue is so weak! I could barely feel it!"

Why is he turning this into a competition!?

"You really think you can charm me!?"

I would've like my first kiss to be with a girl that I was in love with… Initiated by me, but I can't admit defeat! I really enjoyed that for some reason. I know he won't mind me doing it again, if that's what he wants…

"With inexperienced little pecks like that!? Ha! Let me show you how a real man does it!" He turns away from the door and puts Hani in his former place before effortlessly lifting him up off the floor and unsophisticatedly snogging him. The door creaks and rattles with the force he pushes him up against it with. It alerts a passing girl in the hallway who touches the doorknob and anxiously considers the implications of going into the host club after hours.

He's fighting me and yet things are still going my way! Perhaps this was the true way to challenge him, if he feels that this is the time to put on that bravado, I've confused him! He's slightly less cold and distant than usual… He's definitely a lot more expressive than he was before I engaged my big plan! I could be able to break him… He's a tough nut to crack but he will come to obey me! Time to put the brakes on this while he's even a slight bit under my control…

"Alight Takashi, that's enough of that, put me down, I'd really rather not be manhandled in such a way."

"Sorry."

"Now, now, it's good to see you getting carried away, but you don't kiss me, I kiss you, you don't touch me, I touch you and my feet don't leave the ground unless on my command. I've made us some tea. Come and sit down." He gestures towards a chair opposite from his.

"I'm glad, I wasn't tired or anything, since you're so light but, I was feeling a dull ache in my stomach, a bit like being stabbed with something small but not sharp."

"Your jokes would be funny if you weren't acting like such a clueless moron. Size doesn't matter it's how it makes you feel."

"The pain, I'm not joking about it, but it was tiny I almost felt like there was nothing there."

"You think you're so funny, taking the piss out of me." He gets up and slaps him.

"I'm not!"

"Good! I'm gonna deal with it so stop complaining." He slips his hand into the front of his trousers, the features of his face instantly uncrease. "Oh Takashi! What are you like, trying to put me in a bad mood before our afternoon tea. You drove me to it, I never wanted to hit you." He rubs his penis faster and his eyes loll back into his head.

"You're making a strange face. Is something the matter?"

"I'm having a bit of trouble. I just need a moment Takashi, can you look away and not peek for a minute please?"

"Sure."