*Disclaimer I don't not own Ouran Host Club

Back In Our World

Chapter 2. Guilty little pleasure.


Countless flashes of light …. Hands reaching ... People screaming …Beautiful women all around ... Questions coming at you ….

Not your everyday experience, well unless you're me…or my brother.

In the dark of night, my favorite pair of sunglasses reflect the endless bursts of blinding flashes all around me. While two rather intimidating muscular men in hideous dark suits kindly, but firmly block approaching fans. Behind the glasses, I conceal an alcohol-induced haze, but force a wide toothy grin to be plastered on my face, like some damn trained face of a huge cooperation .Oh, wait that would be me …well one of them anyway.

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With blurred eyes, I glance to my side to see the latest pretty face delicately laced around my arm .With a free hand she smooths over the material of her dress. The silky fabric tightly cocoons her every curve to almost cover what needed to be covered. Sliding her devilish tongue over her red pouty lips, before flashing a radiant smile to the cameras .She knows how to play the game and the next few minutes could launch her career into the stratosphere.

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All she needed was one eye-catching picture next to myself to set the media ablaze with rumors. She flirts with ruthless photographers vying for the best positions to flash a few dozen pictures of my flavor of the month. I have to admit, she handles her duties like a pro as my somewhat intoxicated body leans on the woman wearing the spiked four-inch heels. She gracefully works the carpet, never missing a step as we weaves through the path that my two bodyguards forged through the crowd. We stop for photographers and the occasional group selfie, before I give them a small wave as we enter the car. Once the burly bodyguard closes the door behind us all of my tired muscles sink into the seat like my body is being physically pulled into every crevice of the dark leather.

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This week had been a particularly hard week as I only have a few more days of preparation before flying off to New York's fashion week. My tired somewhat fogged head falls backwards against the leather seat. My hazed eyes stare up at the car's ceiling as a puff of air passes across my lips with a heavy sigh. A small part of me forgives my mother for all those motherless years growing up. I always knew my mother traveled quite a bit but I really had no idea, until I experienced her true schedule. The big four's biannual fashion events alone would keep me in the air for 6 months out of the year. Add Japan's and China's fashion weeks and I basically lived out of a suitcase, leaving my other half watching over the company's best interests from a single seat in Japan.

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Chunks of ice clink against a glass just before the ebony haired beauty scooted over, straddling my lap with her long statuesque legs. Her glossy red lips tuned up in a wicked smile as she offers me my brother's preferred drink. She's done at least some of her homework ….to play the game.

With my golden eyes fixated on her, I bring the drink to my mouth. Allowing the brown liquid to only touch my lips for a moment, before raising an expectant eyebrow, handing the drink back to her. Watching with heated eyes as her slick painted lips barely glide across the clear glass. Her delicious pouty lips glisten as the liquid flows pass them. With a mischievous smile my long fingers tilt the bottom of the filled glass, forcing the contents to rush down her throat. My golden eyes dance across the stream of chilled liquid splashing against the tops of her ample mounded flesh. Raveling my fingers around her lustrous ebony hair, before I firmly jerk her head back, exposing her entire neck. Allowing my soft lips to travel down her long graceful neck to leisurely take in the spilled liquid. My lips linger in several sensitive spots as I lightly pull at her porcelain skin. Her clumsy hands slowly slide over my chest to tug at my delicate buttons .Not bothering to pull my lips from her doused skin to roughly brush her hands away from my button down.

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Teasingly pressing heated kisses along her chest as one of my fingers wraps itself around her dress strap, slowly slipping it down pass her shoulder. My heated fingers gradually do the same to her other strap until the top of her dress is around her waist, allowing her aroused perky breasts to jiggle loose. The runway model plays her part well as she exaggerates her reactions that my large roving hands cause. She urges me forward with little pleasured whimpers and seductive teases coming from her glossy parted lips.

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My hands gradually shadow along her cocooned curves, slipping a hand under her dress. Lacing my fingers around the tiny bit of silky fabric that lies just beneath her dress. With one good yank the material rips free from her body causing the model to fake a seductive surprised scream. Ignoring her theatrics as my hand comes up and roughly palms her breast, my thumb rolls over her harden nipple .She throws her head back in pleasure with the feeling of my fingers toying with her aroused nipple. Reaching over with my other hand I flip open a leather covered lid to the arm of my chair, pulling a foiled square out before closing the compartment door.

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Lifting my head, holding the foiled square up with two crossed fingers and a raised expectant eyebrow. The ebony haired beauty tries to act coy, but gives herself away as her searing eyes stare into mine. She glides her tongue over her wicked lips before swiftly snatching the square from my fingertips .With the arousing sight of her big brown eyes my pants begin to tighten uncomfortably, but I soon find relief as the ebony haired model carries out her accepted duties, releasing me from my restrictive binding.

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My eyes roll back in my head as I flop back into my seat feeling her polished red nails wrap around my member. Starting at the base she begins to slide her magical fingers over the delicate skin. Arriving at my insanely sensitive head, dropping back down and repeating the pumping action swiftly. My hand quickly makes its way to her chin to gently tilt her head up to gaze into her eyes. Dropping my hand as her sexually driven actions cause me to roughly grab hold of my seat. Her hand leaves my throbbing member causing me to jerk my head back with the absence of her touch. She pulls the thin tight piece of protection over my twitching engorged member.

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An irritated feeling grows over me as she turns her head, hiding her eyes. Reaching out with two hands ,passionately trapping her head between my fingers, staring deep into my heated golden eyes .Once I know she understands my preference I blur out everything, but her large coffee colored eyes .My twisted mind begins to execute what I crave …..What I need …to breathe as another pair of eyes ….another girl begins to emerge from my distant past that I foolishly chose to let go.

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With a powerful urge spiking throughout my trembling needful body. I eagerly find her hips and pull her down roughly to penetrate deep inside, allowing her to slide further down my engorged shaft. With her intoxicating warmth surrounding me my imagination begins to blaze with the image of a girl with a boyish haircut. With her cheeks dusted pink and her two front teeth pressed against her delicate pink bottom lip.

The imagined pleasured girl passionately stares over me with intense melted chocolate eyes. Pull her shuttering needful body up before crashing her back down causing her head to roughly jerk back with my abrupt penetration. My forearms begin to bulge with my increased speed and rhythm. Watching the chocolate eyed girl scream out my name every time her body is forced down my engorged member.

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Watching the girl roughly roll her pert nipples between her delicate fingers causing a wave of blood to rush to the center of my body. With her burning swollen lips growing almost unbearably tight a numbing feeling begins to attack the top of my neck, traveling up my spine as I begin to feel my balls tighten. With two more good hard plunges my arms force her down to ensure she accepts every inch of my painfully throbbing member. My body begins to jerk almost uncontrollably before releasing deep inside my lost love.

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With my urges satisfied my wild needful imagination dies down and leaves me with reality and …depression. As the burning chocolate eyes transform back into the vapid coffee colored ones .With a churning stomach I slide her off of me, carelessly tossing her as far away from me as possible. Extending one finger, pushing a button to speak in a cold detached manner. "Driver, the lady will need a car, I'm ready for her to leave."

"Yes sir, Hitachiin-sama I have everything prepared."

"Very good." Not even bothering to look at the exposed angry woman sitting next to me….. At the moment I didn't really care, her usefulness has run its course and her presence is just a painful reminder of what I can't have.

"But…Hitachiin-sama. I thought….?" I could tell she wanted it to be more.

Ignoring the woman I peel off my protective layer and dispose of it. Grab two tissues and begin to ineffectively clean myself as my stomach begins to violently turn. My well-practiced hands tuck my tainted skin back into my pants just before straightening my clothes.

With my head turned elsewhere I begin to speak in a cold blunt manner. "Well, sweetie I would bring you home with me so my brother and I could thoroughly enjoy your talents, but I'm afraid that will never happen. It's your eye color…. he simply refuses anyone with it …..so I guess our little adventure must come to an end."

Digging in my pockets I grab a few bills. "I really have an early day tomorrow, there's a car waiting to escort you home, if you're hungry or need anything this should cover it.", Offering her the folded bills as the car rolls to a halt.

She angrily scoffs at the offered money, but yanks it from my two crossed fingers. Being just as proficient as she was with the silver wrapper. Glance over to the seat, still avoiding the person's eyes when something catches my eye. Sliding my hand across the back seat to clasp on to a torn piece of fabric, lacing it over one finger and holding it out for the model to see as I lift my head. "Oh, you mind taking this with you?"

Anger flashes in her eyes as she snatches the destroyed undergarment from my finger, tossing it in her clutch. Reaching over she adjusts her dress before climbing out of the car. Once out of the car she adamantly stands in four inch heels and her long painted fingers slide over the shiny paint before swinging her arm, slamming the door. The car suddenly shakes causing my driver to stomp on the gas, thrusting it into the street. Allowing my little guilty pleasure to fade off into the distance…..Not even bothering to inform her which Hitachiin she had the pleasure of being screwed by, not that she would care. I'm just a face that can launch her career ….nothing more…. I've seen it time and time again. At times they get these wild ideas of becoming the next Hitachiin, but that will never happen…

My brother and I will never allow another person behind our gates.


A/N Ok this is my brand new Ouran M "Back in our world" .It's in the future and the twins are fully functioning adult males. Just a warning I plan on making this dark and you may not like the twins' behavior…..As you've already read they are back to being only about themselves …..Nothing else matters…well there is one light that might break the darkness as she did before.

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