Someone asked for the sequel so here it is.

KyoyaxOMC, shonnen-ai, yaoi

Implied past/future relationship

Constantly Risking Absurdity
Kyoya Ootori [TWO]

Unlike the Ootori family I was an only child. I have been told that I was a miracle child, because my parents had been informed that conceiving would be next to impossible and yet here I am. Of course being the only child I was the only heir to… well everything. This meant that I was going to be the one to keep the family bloodline going.

When my father found out that I was in fact homosexual it had been one of the worst afternoons of my life. Then again he did not find out in the way that I wanted either. Yes… my father walking in while I am giving my now ex-boyfriend head is not the way any teenager wants their father to find out about their sexual preferences. My father and I did not talk for weeks- my mother on the other hand was over the moon and immediately starting talking about me finding someone to take care of me. My father quickly came around which I was thankful for, god knows I have heard stories of others being disowned.

Honestly it's funny how some parents just know before you do.

The first time that my father took me with him to one of his pharmaceutical company convention meetings I met the head of the Ootori family and could not help but feel sorry for whoever his children were. And as I was walking along the gardens I came across a boy who sat perfectly straight and was typing away on his laptop, he was pale skinned but it was unearthly, his ink black hair framed his strong yet soft structured face, and his eyes… they were a bottomless gray.

We both sat there in silence, he typed away and I switched between watching the blue sky and the boy next to me. It continued like this for two more meetings before we started talking which I was grateful for at the time as it was a distraction from the problems I was having with my now ex-boyfriend.

On the sixth meeting Kyoya Ootori pushed me onto the ground of the gardens and kissed me. Despite the fact I was still with another I could not help the emotion and the wild desire that emerged as I felt his lips on mine. As it grew into something deeper one of his hands supported himself above me and the other caressed my cheek like it was the most delicate of flowers, my own rose and embedded itself into his black locks while the other clutched his shirt.

By the tenth meeting I was still with another but it was a formality since I looked forward to these meetings with Kyoya Ootori who seemed to bring out the parts of me that no other could. It was always the same he would push me down to the ground, a couch, a desk, against a wall… lips would meet and hands would roam, hips would thrust, mouths would tease and our release would be together. Then we would leave with our fathers back to our regular lives.

It went on like this for a year before I had enough.

I had officially broken up with the other guy seeing as all I could ever see and hear was Kyoya Ootori. I was addicted and I did not acknowledge until I was already in too deep. The next time I met him at a convention we went through the same routine until I asked him to consider being with me officially. I already knew he would say no and he did not disappoint. For Kyoya his father's approval means everything and I knew he would never actually be with me.

After that we did not see each other for another three months, and when we did it was the same routine- it was still held the same passion, the wild desires and soft gestures.

But I wanted more and if I was not going to get it, then I settled for these trysts until one day I was required to disappear for a year.

When I came back from my disappearance, I had changed. That year away from Kyoya made me realize how a series of trysts had turned into something much more meaningful.

My family moved to Japan and I was enrolled into Ouran Private Academy- I would allow nothing else. Our first day there I got lost and met Haruhi Fujioka along with her father. My first week of school was busy; I had integrated myself into a couple of clubs always making sure to stay away from him. I could not have him knowing I was here- yet.

Half a year later I led a comfortable life at Ouran but I could not wait for my plan to begin. The minute I saw him standing at the top of the stairs, notebook on hand peering down at me in surprise I was giddy. Seeing him try to act like he didn't know me at all made me want to smirk haughtily and push him against a wall to see just how well he didn't know me.

And when I saw his glare turn into that longing look I just knew that he missed me just as much as I missed him. Seeing the pink flush of his cheeks only reminded me of all our moments together and I vowed once again that this time he would be mine his father be damned.

Five days later after that reunion, Kyoya and I found ourselves locked in an empty classroom. Discarded clothes were thrown everywhere; I was sprawled across the teacher's desk, Kyoya above me both of us flushed, hands exploring, hips moving erotically slow, and mouths joined. It felt like forever until we both climaxed, we leaned against each other breathing deeply.

As I prepared to leave I turned to him, "Is it still a no?"

My only answer was hesitant, "It's still a no Akira…"

"Whatever you say Kyoya," I replied lightly with a charming smile before exiting the room.

No matter how much he says 'No' I know that I won a long time ago.

Kyoya Ootori was mine the minute I saw him in that garden, just as much as I belong to him.

He is mine, and I dare anyone to say otherwise.

I've always Kyoya better than the other host although I like Mori just as well.

loves, andy