I am SO sorry, everyone who has waited so patiently. I had some major life issues come up that stopped me from even being NEAR a computer for a while. But rest assured that I have gotten everything taken care of, and plan on starting this story up again. Alright! Let's do this!
The dark prince buried his head in his hands. "That monster is- what if he- oh god I can't even imagine what she's going through right now!" Kyouya was expecting this reaction, but when Nekozawa threw his hands around Kyouya's neck and pressed his face against the shadow king's chest, a jolt of surprise ran up the black haired teen's spine. He could feel tears soaking through his dress shirt.
"N-Nekozawa?" A blush spread across Kyouya's face as he realized he just stuttered. He never stuttered. Taking a breath, Kyouya tried again. "Nekozawa, it's going to be alright..." The teen below him shook his head.
"No! It won't be alright! I'm a horrible brother! The worst! Kirimi... there was a reason she didn't tell me about that man. She must not think I'd protect her. And she's right!" Kyouya pushed Nekozawa back by his shoulders so he could look the blonde in the eyes.
"Nekozawa, never say that again. Kirimi loves you and I would give anything to have a brother like you... and I promise, once we get Kirimi back, she'll have the best treatment available to help her get through this. But you need to be strong right n-" His words caught in his throat as a pair of lips suddenly crashed against his own. Instantly his mind began to analyze the situation. "Nekozawa is emotionally compromised right now. He's transferring his panic onto me in the form of intimacy and lust. He's also very insecure about himself right now, thus further needing the reassurance that sex brings. If I refuse to return his desires, he will leave, that much is a certainty. So the best course of action..."
Kyouya pushed himself into the kiss, reaching up to run a hand through Nekozawa's hair and slid another into the small of his back. The kiss was frantic at first as the two fought for dominance, but as Kyouya won in what had to be record time, it slowed to something much more passionate and gentle. Based on his earlier deductions, Kyouya wasn't surprised when the other's lips parted with just a simple nudge from his own tongue, and their kiss deepened. Finally, when he had begun to feel dizzy from lack of breath, Kyouya pulled away slightly, staring into Nekozawa's eyes. Even in the darkness he could see that they were still watery but there was no hint of fresh tears. "Nekozawa..." Kyouya saw a faint blush, more like a shadow under the current lighting, pass over the other's face.
"P-Please... I-... Do you think..." He more felt than watched the body in his arms take a deep, calming breath. "Call me Umehito, please." Kyouya smiled, leaning back in to kiss him swiftly but tenderly.
"Very well, Umehito." Nekozawa shivered at the use of his first name. "Is this what you want to do, so you can feel better? I don't want to take advantage of your emotional state. Tell me what to do." The blonde against his chest shivered again and shifted so he had pulled himself into Kyouya's lap.
"I-... I don't know what I want to do but... I'm not scared or regretting what just happened so... could we maybe..." The unspoken word, "continue" hung in the air and that was all Kyouya needed. He turned Nekozawa around so the teen was sitting with his back against the host's chest and began peppering Nekozawa's neck with light, tickling kisses as his hands began to roam. Nimble fingers undid the buttons on both jacket and shirt and his tie was loosened to give the shadow king better access to his skin.
It intrigued Kyouya that the simplest of touches, a graze of his fingertips down Nekozawa's side, or a brush of lips against skin, brought such strong reactions out of the boy on his lap. At the mere hint of a touch, the teen's hips would twitch and his hands would grasp at Kyouya's thighs, not for the purpose of arousing him as much as for something to hold onto. And yet Kyouya was getting aroused and when he ghosted his hand over Nekozawa's crotch he could tell that his partner was becoming aroused as well. It didn't help that the most beautiful sounds were emanating from the teen's partially opened mouth.
Deciding that he had denied Nekozawa's crotch for long enough, the shadow king reached down and unzipped his pants, reaching inside to pull the other's length from its coverings. He heard Nekozawa take in a sharp breath and paused long enough to give the dark prince a questioning look and ask, "Are you sure about this?" Nekozawa nodded, biting his lip.
"Ah... yes, just please... stop delaying it." A chuckle rose past Kyouya's throat and he smirked slightly.
"As you wish." While Kyouya had never been with another male before, he was certainly not a stranger to sex, nor to masturbation, so he wasn't in the least bit concerned about his skill. He gripped Nekozawa's length, aided by the already copious amounts of precum leaking from the other and began to stroke. The noises Nekozawa was making reached his ears and his own length twitched impatiently, straining for its own release from his now much too tight pants.
"Aghn... hah... K-Kyouya..." When Nekozawa moaned his name, a hard shiver raced up Kyouya's spine and back down to his crotch. He began kissing Nekozawa's neck again, nibbling and sucking gently, not hard enough to mark. "Kyouya... b-bite me..." The black haired teen paused.
"Hm?" A devious smile spread across his lips. "I didn't hear you, Umehito..." He whispered in the other's ear, lips just barely ghosting skin. A frustrated whine made his smile wider.
"Please! I-... I like being bitten..." But still Kyouya wouldn't bite. Instead he licked up the side of Nekozawa's neck and returned to his ear, stopping his stroking. "What else do you like, my dark prince?" He felt Nekozawa's body give a hard shudder as his hot breath tickled the blonde's ear.
Even in the darkness Kyouya could see the heavy blush spreading over Nekozawa's face, and make out his lips moving. "Again, Umehito, you must speak up, I can barely hear you!" The raven haired male teased, biting down on Nekozawa's shoulder. A sharp, aroused gasp let him know that he was doing it right.
"Uhm, I-... I like... I like having my hair pulled a little..." Nekozawa finally admitted, only to let out a long, quite moan as his hair was gripped and yanked back. Kyouya began attacking Nekozara's neck with kisses and bites, nothing enough to leave a mark. His hand resumed its stroking, but soon stopped, much to his blonde counterpart's displeasure. Nekozawa got even more upset when he was lifted off Kyouya's lap.
"Wh-Where are you-?" Kyouya cut him off with a finger to his lips, smiling softly.
"Shh, it's alright, I'm just getting something, I'll be back in a second." The shadow king stood and fumbled his way through the dark music room to the door. Slipping out into the area where the club kept their bags, he first went to his own and retrieved a condom from the side pocket where he always had some handy. He never knew when a girl from a particularly influential family might want some release, so condoms were a necessity to have. Once he had slipped it into his pocket, he went to Haruhi's bagand dug around for a few moments.
"Hm," he thought, frowning. "I thought all girls carried lotion around... even someone like Haruhi... I'll have to buy her some, can't have her hands rough from all the house work she does..." Not finding what he was looking for, he went to Tamaki's bag instead and drew out a large bottle of imported lotion. Very expensive, soft as silk on the skin, perfect for lubrication. Of course, he wasn't expecting to get all the way with Nekozawa, but one couldn't be too careful. Nothing ruined the moment like scrambling around trying to find lube or a condom.
Satisfied with his little mission, Kyouya returned to the music room, chuckling when he saw Nekozawa's outline, sitting impatiently for his return. "He's like an eager puppy," the shadow king thought as he made his way to the couch and kissed Nekozawa deeply. "Umehito... what do you want me to do?" He asked with a whisper, able to feel tears on the blonde's cheeks. The dark prince gripped at his shirt, a soft, nearly inaudible whimper making Kyouya's head tilt.
"Please," Nekozawa hissed in an urgent, desperate whisper. "Please just... just do whatever you want." To any other person, to someone with less control of themselves, that would be seen as an invitation to go wild. But Kyouya saw it instead as a desperate plea for comfort, the fear of being alone transferred into a need for companionship, the same as how this entire thing started.
So he used a finger to tilt Nekozawa's chin up so he could kiss the teen again. Then he sat back down and pulled Nekozawa into his lap once more, using a small dab of Tamaki's lotion to slicken up his hand, allowing for less friction as he started stroking the blonde quickly. Nekozawa's body jerked and shuddered, head rolling back to rest on Kyouya's shoulder, breath starting to become shallower. Kyouya's nimble fingers worked beneath the dark prince's shirt and, upon finding a nipple, began to pinch and tug gently. It seemed his partner's body was equally sensitive all over, for Nekozawa let out a gasping moan and his hands once more clenched at Kyuoya's thighs.
"K-Kyo-Kyouya!" Nekozawa panted out, his hips beginning to buck upwards to meet the shadow king's motions. The way his breath was rasping out signaled to Kyouya to stroke faster. And then, just as his phone began to ring, Nekozawa gave a cry and trembled as he came. Kyouya chuckled and kissed the now panting and limp teen before using his clean hand to answer his phone, only to hang up a few seconds later.
"Umehito..." Kyouya said softly as he began cleaning the blonde up. "My team found her. Unharmed, he hadn't had the chance to do anything. She's safe, Umehito. Kirimi's safe..." He heard Nekozawa begin to cry again, this time with joy, and smiled a bit. It was the job of the host, after all, to ensure the joy of everyone who came through their doors. He was simply doing his job.