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The demon's unrelenting, knowing gaze seemed to pierce straight through to his heart with her declaration, and Kyoya had to force himself to breathe when her face finally spilt into a devilishly pleased smile full of sharp fangs. Watching as she turned her head slightly to eye the rest of the Host Club scrambling all over themselves across the room, the Ootori boy took a tentative step back in an attempt to create a measure of distance between himself and the danger hovering above his head. He nearly cursed again when his foot met the lip of the marble slab that had been purchased for this ridiculously stupid—

"Ho?" Those burning fuschia orbs immediately refocused on him when he hit the floor, and a rather girlish noise escaped her at the sight of him sprawled beneath her with his blazer hanging off one shoulder. "This one had wanted to save you for last, boy, but if you're so eager to offer yourself as the first sacrificial lamb, well…"

His heart leapt straight into this throat, startled more by how quickly she moved than the fact she was suddenly latching onto the front of his blazer and hauling him up to touch him nose to nose. The first brush of her mouth was light as a feather, and yet it sent a jolt of euphoria down his spine that easily overwhelmed the rising need to panic. "Ah!" Kyoya jerked his head away, and almost delighted in the sharp pain that resulted from it connecting with the floor beneath him.

He needed to pull himself together, not… not… drown in whatever magic she was attempting to entice him with.

The demon only laughed at him, as she asked, "How can this one possibly refuse you, hm, Ky-o-ya?"

The sound of his name rolling across her tongue stole his breath again, as the fire from before began to spread outward from where she settled her hand on his bare chest. Those deadly, sharp claws created a burning sensation when they sank ever so slightly beneath the skin, and then she racked them downward without remorse. The thin, warm rivulets of blood that trickled forth made him hiss through his teeth, and he was almost thankful that it forced his attention away from the drunk, sluggish feeling beginning to course throughout his body the longer she remained in contact with him.

Gleaming in the low light of the Third Music Room, those tiny droplets seemed to snap the other Host Club members out of whatever frightened trance they had found themselves in.

"K-Kyoya-senpai!"

The Fujioka girl's frightened call was quickly followed by various other voices that rose in a fevered pitch throughout the room, though it sounded like a distant, far away sound beneath the thrumming heat of the demon's touch. The Ootori boy barely even registered a single one, sinking into glowing pits of fuschia and the sharp, glistening fangs seeking to devour him whole. The sensation was overwhelming, all consuming, and he felt like his soul was slowly accepting her call before it was all abruptly ripped away from him in an instant.

"Get up, Kyoya!"

Honey's voice was a low, protective snarl above him, but Kyoya could clearly see the slight tremble in his limbs once he managed to focus his attention on the senior student. Sucking in a gasp as the malicious energy crackling around them seemed to tighten with rage at the martial art champion's appearance, the dark haired Ootori ignored the command and swung his head around toward the floating female. Her eyes were darkened, angry slits within her face, and it was obvious her attention had focused entirely on the small blonde senior that had clipped her mouth as she wiped away the trail of black blood with the back of her hand.

"Well," she spat, "if you insist."

In a single moment, her features swiftly morphed from those of a tempting seductress into a deadly predator with no remorse.

She seemed to vanish then, moving so quickly that Kyoya nearly gave himself whiplash when he heard Mori's concerned shout of, "Mitsukuni!" before she backhanded Honey with enough force to send him flying into the other senior. Mori released a grunt as he slammed back into a pillar topped with a priceless vase, Honey's head tucked protectively into his chest, and the sound of it crashing to the ground seemed to echo within the Third Music Room like a death toll.

Her face twisted into a sneer, as she silently rose back into the air with a snap and sent an array of dark feathers cascading toward them. Raising her hand, she tapped a single claw against the jewel around her neck, as she gave off that dark, distorted little laugh that made the room so cold it was nearly unbearable. "This one knows your every desire. There's really no reason to resist."

Mori bared his teeth back at her, cradling Honey closer when the other boy gave a hiss of pain.

The response only seemed to amuse her, as she laughed again.

"Haruhi," Tamaki's voice was trembling, "get behind me."

His hand tightening into a fist beside him, the Ootori boy felt moisture begin to gather along the edge of his eyes at how hopeless the entire situation seemed when her attention shifted to the last remaining members of the Host Club to her right. The fact that he had summoned an actual demon was frightening enough, but to know she planned to devour his friends caused the first tear to slip down his cheek. Shadowing his eyes with his bangs, he whispered, "Why…?"

How did this all go wrong?

This should not even be possible, and yet...

"Hm?" Those shining eyes pierced through him and straight to his heart in that moment, and Kyoya found himself slowly looking up at her again as she tilted her head curiously at the emotional display. She almost seemed to pause at the sight of his tears, watching silently as they hit the floor in a never ending cascade of inner torment. Quietly, she repeated the question he had asked in a somber tone, seemingly confused, and it was as if that very question silenced the rest of the room surrounding them.

"Why are you doing this?" Kyoya choked, pressing a hand to the scratches that continued to burn and throb across his chest. The blood smeared beneath his fingers, and he shook his head with a tiny, desperate laugh when he lifted his hand just enough to see the liquid underneath. His glasses slipped down his nose a little with the movement, but he could not bring himself to correct it when he felt the aching desire to know, "Who are you?"

There was a quiet thrum that pulsed through the air, as the jewel around her neck dimmed.

"This one could be whoever you desire," she stated simply.

"No!" The dark haired Ootori grit his teeth, glaring at her, as he growled, "Who are you?"

Her head tilted a little more.

"You have to have a name, don't you?!" Kyoya felt like his mouth had gone dry, wondering at his own sanity and knowing that Tamaki's madness must have finally rubbed off on him with this particular venture. It seemed ridiculous, honestly, and yet he felt compelled to at least know who it was that had killed him and his friends before he met his end. At least that way… he could feel like he had the chance to possibly pay her back someday. Just the thought made him throw out his hand, splatters of his own blood hitting the floor around him, as he demanded, "Tell me who you are!"

Her feet silently touched the floor, causing the tiny drops of scattered blood to steam and evaporate once she landed. Her eyes fixated upon him in an unnerving fashion, though she did not comment on the way he flinched away when she stepped closer. "You..." her voice was softer, the distortion nearly gone, and she paused for only a moment as if she was unsure of what he had asked. "You desire this one to name herself?"

Questioning his sanity once more with the continued conversation, Kyoya felt his brow furrow as he slowly asked, "Do you… not have a name?"

Her softly floating locks swirled around her, blocking the rest of the room as she loomed over him like a fallen angel. She never blinked, those glowing eyes like a beacon that he could not look away from for a moment in fear that she would be upon him once more in a flash. Her response seemed cryptic, though, laced with promise, as she chose to ask him a question in turn. "Is this what you desire? For this one to name herself?"

The Ootori swallowed, unsure of what exactly she meant by that when she had made it clear that without the protective circle, they were all doomed. They were all merely prey, and yet… something in her softened stance made him wonder if he had somehow stumbled into some kind of demon loophole that she had merely chosen to omit before. So, softly, his heart still in his throat, he whispered, "Of course," and hoped that that would be enough to save his friends.

The sharp claws of her left hand skimmed across the swell of his cheek, brushing away the wayward tears, as she settled the other across the aching scratches she had given him before. The corner of her mouth turned up then, and the half-smile almost looked strange when paired with those demonic eyes that refused to release him. "You would give this one a great gift," she whispered back, as if she wanted to keep it a secret between them, "and as such, this one shall grant you one in return, Kyoya-sama. But know this, from this day forth, your soul shall be mine to devour once I have granted your boon. That is your price to pay."

His eyebrows going up at the honorific she attached to his name, Kyoya was unable to truly process what she had said before she was shoving her tongue halfway down his throat. He tried to push her away, his fingers crushing an assortment of soft feathers along her shoulder, but found himself immediately drowning in the heady, pleasurable sensation that seemed to burn itself into his very soul. A strangled groan escaped him, only to be devoured by her, and he felt like the world was beginning to go black when something seemed to simply click.

Then she tore away from him, panting, satisfied, as she lifted her bloodied hand toward her mouth and began to feast upon that, too. Her tongue danced across the palm, savoring every drop with a soft, echoing moan that told the world how delighted she was to have such a treat. Her fuschia colored orbs drifted halfway closed in her trance, and she looked like an overly pleased cat that had finally caught the canary when she fluttered those eyes up at him from beneath her lashes.

The dark haired Ootori could only watch, his body shaking and hot all over in a way that he had never experienced before, as he wondered what the hell he had just agreed to. What the hell was going to happen now? What had… what had she done to him?

"Mmm," she sighed in her pleasure, "you taste divine, Kyoya-sama. This one cannot wait until we feast again."

A-again?!

"W-what?" he sputtered, trying to shake off the pleasure filled haze she had easily forced upon him with one simple kiss. He felt his face beginning to darken at the thought that she would be expecting to do so again, and tried to calm the racing of his heart by finally taking a moment to push up his glasses into a comfortable position. The simple, familiar motion caused him to lower his gaze slightly, and his mind immediately boggled again at the strange, purple mark branded onto his chest above his heart. "What is this?"

The demon lifted her head slowly, blinking at him for only a moment before she replied, "It is our formal agreement, Kyoya-sama. The Faustian contract seal is a warning to any and all who may know what it's purpose is when they see it, for it marks you as belonging to the succubus you conquered." She seemed to preen underneath his attention, when he snapped wide eyes in her direction at the information. "This one, of course."

Kyoya felt his eye begin to twitch suddenly, as his mind came to an abrupt, screeching halt.

He had…

..a succubus…?

That meant… he had…

His mouth fell open in disbelief.

He had summoned a sex demon?!

Then the anger hit him hard, as he snarled, "Tamaki!"

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