Gray eyes flitted up to meet the clock as a towel was rubbed lazily across his dark hair. The blinds had been left open and moonlight filtered inside, partially inhibited by the thin strips of material. Soundlessly he strode back into the bathroom, replacing the towel as he closed his eyes, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. He began to run over the scenario in his mind, analyzing every last possible outcome. Calculating. He was forever calculating. Numbers were easier to understand than people and when you turned people into numbers they were suddenly easier to understand, too.

He exited the bathroom once more, crossing back to the blinds where he let his hand drift up slowly, closing upon the device to shut the blinds. He watched impassively as the outside world slowly disappeared from sight, the lights, cars and people below disappearing from his mind. After it was done he stood still for a moment, his gaze fixed upon the blinds. "How long have you been there, Ms. Akuma?"

The tanned girl laughed softly, the sound entirely devoid of humor. It was cold and cruel like rain in the city. "Does that even matter?" Her voice was still reserved but with a sort of lilt to it and a dangerous purr.

"No, it does not." He turned to look at the girl. He decided his word did not fit her as no girl could look the same as she did. She was most certainly a woman and her outfit had proven that fact quite well. He had his fair share of girls, none from his school, rather easily persuaded things that held little value for themselves, and he grew tired of them. He was a man and why should a man be content to be satisfied with mere girls? "I see you paid attention to the stipulations," he spoke calmly, his eyes raking over her form. She was exquisite in her dress. It was simple- charcoal gray with a green Chinese dragon covering her side. It fit her a tad bit looser than he would have preferred or imagined, what with the way he assumed she was built but he didn't really mind. It would be off soon anyhow.

"You said to dress attractively," She stood, crossing to him now. Beneath her dress laid the body of an Amazonian warrior, figuratively speaking. She wasn't a terribly thin thing; rather she hid firm muscles beneath a deceiving layer of softness. Her makeup was done for once and it made the blue of her eyes pop vividly, framed well by her dark lashes. "So here I am. Now," her voice had dropped and her eyes flashed, "Let's get down to business, shall we?"

Kyouya sighed, silently scolding himself for believing this would be easy. He may loathe her, yes, but he would admit openly that she was a brilliant woman. And brilliant women knew that there would be legal issues to discuss. When she spoke she didn't mean rip off my clothes and screw me like the wanton whore I am, no not at all. She meant bring out the papers because I'm not letting you get away with this easily. "Of course, here," he disappeared momentarily to return with approximately four pages stapled neatly. He had been wanting this for awhile, ever since she first mouthed off to him when they met, and knew it would one day come down to this. In typical Ootori fashion, he had prepared for this with a contract, simple but without any loopholes. In it entailed the nature of what this night was, what was to be expected afterwards and what this meant. There was also the possibility…

"Do you always come with one of those?"

"'Those'?" Kyouya inquired, looking up at her from the contract slowly, the shadows making his face look sharper and more severe.

"You know…the papers in which we sign our souls to you and are forever damned from His light?"

"May I remind you, Ms. Akuma, that though I understand what you are referencing to, I am not Christian," His voice was the same monotone from before though his eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance.

"Infidel," Tinashi muttered under her breath as she picked up the papers, the contrast between her skin and the white papers startling. She was aware that he was eyeing her the entire time she read through the papers. She was impressed with his generosity towards her, allowing her certain liberties. There was a long pause before she spoke, "pen."

Kyouya produced a single blue pen, handing it to her. "Are you sure about this? Once you sign this cannot be reversed." He warned.

Tinashi lifted her gaze to his and smiled a bitter smile, "do I have any other choice?" She signed her name in angular, slanted letters, contrasting against his neat, perfect cursive.

Kyouya was silent for a moment before her smiled slightly, "no, I suppose not." He stood, extending his hand to her, "are you prepared to fulfill my needs?"

"Didn't I sign my name on those papers?"

There was a pause before he smiled coldly, the air of the entire room feeling as if it just dropped twenty degrees the moment his lips curved upward. The moment their hands touched, fire spread through their veins. This was it- once the clothes came off they would be past the point of no return. Another moment passed before he swept her completely into his arms, whispering in her ear. "I expect this to be a night I will never forget," he held her against him, his breath hot on her ear as the last bits of self restraint began to release their already tenuous grip on him.

"I doubt you will," Tinashi murmured, closing her eyes. She shivered; stiffening the instant she felt his lips upon her. No, not her mouth, rather, trailing down her naked neck, exploring the sensitive skin there. As she felt slender, pale fingers coax her dress down her body she began to shake minutely. It was unnerving but she would not let him see that. She refused to let him know what this would mean until it came to the end…

The moon rose higher as the sounds of soft sighs and the occasional groan filled the room. Both wanted it to last but for entirely different reasons- one to prove they could please beyond a shadow of a doubt and the other to prolong the inevitable. Pleasure was felt, yes, but it was a hollow pleasure, one that merely satisfied the urge but didn't quell the craving. It was as if only the bodies were capable of feeling and all emotions were removed, save lust. When at last the act was drawing toward the grand finale, the actual joining two things happened.

The first was something inside the youngest Ootori snapped. Whether it had been the stress from his everyday life, pent up inside for so long, or whether it had been his frustration at the fact that the woman beneath him refused to feel anything other than lust… If I had wanted that I could have procured an easier means of getting it… He thought darkly. No, this may just be a business endeavor but his male pride wanted more than that. He wanted to ruin her for other men- make it so that no other could satisfy her and she would always recall the memory of this night when his name would pass through her lips like a prayer.

In any case, he growled, suddenly thrusting himself forward into her warm body. He had been too focused upon himself to hear when the second thing was uttered from her lips. It was quiet, hardly even a whisper but in it contained vulnerability. Three simple words that hung in the air, "please, be gentle."

Had he listened he would have done things differently. He was harsh but not cruel, not even towards this woman who from day one proceeded to wear him down and coax all his venomous anger at her with only a few mere words. He hadn't listened though and from the scream that left her lips he realized he had made a mistake. Wide gray eyes stared down at the pained form beneath him, feeling a rush of liquid about their joined bodies. His stomach churned as he stole a glance to confirm his suspicions. For a brief moment guilt threatened to make him ill as he saw the glimpse of the deep red stain. Damn! Why didn't I consider that she could have been…?! He knew why he hadn't. Her flippant and often innuendo filled remarks made her appear as though she was well versed in such matters. Asking to confirm his theory seemed foolish.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm and even. Her eyes hadn't opened the entire time and he could feel the tremble of her body beneath his.

"I'll be fine."

"I'll wait-"

"I'm fine!" Tinashi growled, her eyes opening to glare up at him. He grew even more shocked to see the tears that welled up in them. Never before had he seen this figure so fragile, so weak. There was emotion in her eyes, finally, but he suddenly preferred the lack of them to this. He felt as though he were a monster when he gazed into her eyes. "Move!"

The rest of the evening was hurried, frantic. She wanted it to be over and so did he. Neither being truly sought gratification so when it came time…they faked it. She arched her back and moaned and he did the same. After what seemed like the proper amount of time, Kyouya withdrew and moved away from her, his voice icily calm as always. "You can clean up in the bathroom if you wish. Stay or leave, it is your choice but this room has been paid for and I am returning home." He had already cleaned himself off and dressed, heading for the door with a controlled haste.

"Ootori…my debt is paid, isn't it?" Tinashi asked, dressing now though her movements were hindered with pain.

"Yes…fully…Will you continue to work with the host club now?" He paused, his hand on the door knob.

"Yes. They are my family and God knows Haruhi needs someone to knock some sense into Tamaki," Tinashi spoke as if it were obvious. "And…this…tonight?"

"Will be like it never happened. Good night, Ms. Akuma." Kyouya strode out of the room then, leaving her to collect her thoughts. His own mind raced and he resigned himself to accept the fact he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

Tinashi remained where she was. She was clad in the dress once more but no longer felt the confidence it had once given her, the idea that she oozed sex appeal. Instead it made her feel even more dirty and cheap than she already did. She crossed to the bed and stared at the stain for a long time before she sighed, "it's that easy to forget to him…that this ever happened. And what do I get? " She shook her head, knowing the answer already. She got this as the memory of her first time, her carefully saved innocence ended quickly and messily. With an angry growl she stomped out of the room with the contract, leaving the only evidence of what had transpired between them on the sheets for the maids to see.

Eff yeah! Finally updated! So, for those that read I bet this was not what was expected. Alas, do not worry so! (Pretty sure I stole that line from Taming of the Shrew.) This is only the beginning and in the next chapter we will see the repercussions of what has transpired between the youngest Ootori and the newest host! There will be comedy! There will be drama! There will be ROMANCE! And….probably more smutty goodness with actual description. Feel free to ask me questions! Reviews would be appreciated and the more in depth they are the more I tear up. Please keep in mind that I can only update this when I have the opportunity to as I am in school and currently writing…four other fictions. (Black Butler, Vampire Knight and two Avengers fics!) I will try to get out the next chapter soon but no promises!

Tata for now, my lovelies!