Chapter 3

AN: Dear all, thank you for all the private messages and your invitation to AO3. I do understand your concerns that this content is a bit over M. I'll try to tone down future chapters a little bit. But as some readers have pointed out, the warnings are there, and it is really up to the reader to decide whether to read it or not.

To those who still insist on taking down the stories, it is not my loss as I still have all of them. The only people you are depriving are your fellow readers, whose only 'wrong' was to dislike different story genres than you. Such a special snowflake.

To the rest of you awesome people, here's some more fluff from The Fluffer!

Warning: Smut, of course.

The next day, Haruhi met up with Kyoya before heading to the Host Club. Kyoya noted that Haruhi was still dressed the same way as the first day they met, despite already having a stylish haircut and contacts given to her. Apparently, her wish to not be treated any differently was strong enough to cause her to wear an ugly wig and thick glasses to school.

"Oi, Haruhi, you're late. Go get me an English tea set from the storage." Tamaki called out.

"Afraid not, Tamaki." Kyoya said smoothly. "Haruhi's debt has been transferred to me. He's going to be my assistant from today onwards."

"Come on, Kyoya, you can't be serious." Tamaki stared at him in shock.

"I am. On that note, I will be able to start my hosting duties from today onwards, is that acceptable?" Kyoya flashed him a fake host smile.

Tamaki stared at both Kyoya and Haruhi in confusion, before deciding not to look the gift horse in the mouth. If Kyoya was able to resume his duties, then he would not question it too closely. After all, he was the one who told Kyoya to use whatever means he could. If Kyoya truly preferred the same gender, then Tamaki was ready to look the other way. "Fine. If that debt is repaid, then I want to have that ski trip this weekend."

"Sure thing, Tamaki." Kyoya jotted down the request in his black notebook. "Follow me, Haruhi."

In the dressing room, Kyoya changed into his Balinese costume. He thanked all the gods that he had Haruhi to fluff him when he noticed that the simple covering around his hips did not consist of any form of underwear attached. Well, it seemed like he was in luck today. "Haruhi, please do your thing."

Haruhi had taken off her messy wig and glasses once Kyoya closed the door behind them. With bright brown eyes she approached him, causing a shiver of excitement to run through him. Kyoya thought with unrestrained glee how devastated the others would be if they actually saw Haruhi without her glasses.

Haruhi's examined Kyoya's costume interestedly. "Today would have been a make or break day, isn't it?" She commented, eying the tiny straw-like material barely covering his front.

"Yes, and I have a lot of 'private sessions' scheduled today." Kyoya said. Normally, his tone would have been more sullen at the prospect of having to go to a 'private session' practically naked, but today he was ready to create some new rumours.

Haruhi began to undress as Kyoya handed her another costume. "Put this on." It consisted of a single piece of sarong, a piece of traditional, hand-woven, hand-painted cloth the Balinese women wear. It covered all of her legs, but Kyoya knew that she wore no underwear underneath the sarong he gave her. Similarly, her top was uncovered as well, because apparently both men and women in the Balinese community used to walk around topless in the past.

He admired her breasts as she presented herself to him. They were small, no doubt, but Kyoya loved them all the same. He was tired of girls pushing their voluptuous racks into his face during the 'private sessions' anyway. He reached out his hand and began to massage them sensually, causing her to arch into his touch. He watched as her dark nipples began to harden under his ministrations and felt his manhood began to stir. "Haruhi." He mumbled.

Haruhi understood at once and slipped a hand under his covering to stroke his length. She pulled back the foreskin and used her thumb to smear the fluid there, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

"Yessssssss." Kyoya closed his eyes in abandonment at the sensation. Back and forth her small hand travelled on his erection, slowing gaining momentum as he began to grind into her hand. Just as he was about to spill, however, she ceased all motion and pushed him out of the dressing room. "Go get those girls, Nyoman." She teased him sultrily using the Balinese language.

Kyoya smirked at her and marched up to the curtained area where his 'private session' client was waiting. He was not surprised to see Renge waiting for him. She was, after all, his regular.

"Kyoya-sama. How are you?" Renge asked happily.

"Excited to see you as always, my princess." He replied as he laid down on the reclining couch opposite her.

Her mouth watered as she took in his state of undress and gasped aloud when she saw the hint of his massive erection underneath his costume. "Kyoya-sama, you're…"

"I can't help it, princess. You and me, in our private paradise…" He whispered, pretending to look ashamed at having such thoughts.

"No, no, don't look away, Kyoya-sama." Renge said, although her eyes had yet to leave the bulge in his waist piece.

"I can't undress, princess, you know that." Kyoya said. "But if you would just lower your head a little…" He shifted his legs so that they were laying just slightly apart.

Renge immediately fell to the floor and peeked between his thighs. "Oh my god, Kyoya-sama." Her mouth was wide open, her tongue coming out to lick at her lips absentmindedly.

"You're dripping on the couch, Kyoya-sama." Renge pointed out in a daze, entranced by the clear liquid that seemed to be leaking out of the tip of Kyoya's erection.

"Oh dear." Kyoya shifted his legs further apart to examine the small stain on the couch. "What shall I do? I can't help it when I see you, princess."

"I'll pay, I'll pay for cleaning!" A flustered Renge offered at once. "Kyoya-sama, do you – do you think I'm attractive?"

Kyoya made his erection twitch a little bit, instantly capturing her full attention. "Was there any doubt, princess?"

"KYAAAA—"

"Unfortunately, our 5 minutes of paradise have come to an end, princess Renge. Please come visit me again soon, my body and my heart will miss you sorely."

Predictably, once word got around, Kyoya's designations increased sharply. Haruhi had to work longer and longer hours due to the increased demand, and Kyoya was collecting many classified secrets from his clients. He found that he could make the clients spill anything, even their deepest, darkest family secret, when they were preoccupied with staring at his cock. His black notebook had never been so happy, as was him.

One evening, Haruhi was just packing up when Kyoya walked into the room and started changing out of his policeman outfit. "Are you free this Saturday?" He asked.

Haruhi frowned. Was Kyoya going to take Host Club customers on weekends too? "I suppose."

"Good. I'm going to meet with my father's employees at our upcoming tropical resort, would you like to come?"

Haruhi looked at him in shock. "Do you cater to your employees too?"

"What?" Kyoya poked his head out of his shirt. "No! It's a business meeting. I thought you wanted to learn about the tips and tricks of the business world?"

"Oh yes, I do!" Haruhi grinned widely. "I'll be there, senpai!"

"Good. I'll pick you up at 8 in the morning. Do you have something appropriate to wear?"

"What's the dresscode?" Haruhi asked wearily.

"Something that screams 'I may be young but I'm powerful enough to kill your children before they are born'."

Haruhi raised an eyebrow at Kyoya, who simply smirked at her as he buttoned up his shirt. "I'll send you something, but it goes under your debt."

"Then don't pick something excessively expensive!" Haruhi said with a sense of foreboding.

"It has to be, or it won't have the necessary impact." Kyoya shrugged on his light blue school blazer. "Are you in or not?"

Haruhi crossed her arms grumpily. "I'm in."

"So, how much does this stupid outfit costs?" Haruhi asked as they made their way into the newly constructed tropical resort.

"I'm not sure if you really want to know." Kyoya said softly so as to not reach the ears of his bodyguard.

"How many days' work will it costs me?"

"About 3 months' worth."

"WHAT!" Haruhi shrieked, before Kyoya gave her a sharp jab to her waist to remind her to keep it down. "You mean this costs as much as that stupid vase?" She whispered furiously.

"Those shoes are worth half that amount already." Kyoya told her. "And don't worry, you'll be working with me for 2 years, right? There's plenty of time to earn it back."

"Well, seeing as this is only the first month of our relationship and you've already managed to double my debt; forgive me if I am less than keen to trust you!" Haruhi hissed.

"We'll talk later. Now, follow my lead." Kyoya directed as he plastered on his host smile. "Manager Kawamura, how are you? It has been such a long time. I hope your wife and son are well?"

"Look, I'm going to be crude." Kyoya said as they flopped into the back of the limousine after an entire day's worth of business meetings. "I want you to finish me off after my 'private sessions'. It's just sad to be have to jack myself off every other day. I feel like a hentai who spends too much time watching porn."

"And you're telling me this because?" Haruhi gave him the evil eye, still annoyed about the cost of the outfit he had gotten her. It was true, however, that everyone she met today had examined her outfit most critically, and seemed to inadvertently take a step back upon inspecting her shoes.

"I'll pay you double a day." He looked at her as he admired the outfit he had chosen for her. It suited her well, he thought to himself. She looked like a rich heiress from every angle. And very, very desirable.

"Fine." Haruhi agreed for two reasons. Firstly, finishing him off would just be a small additional task compared to what she was already doing; and secondly, she did learned a lot just from attending an employee briefing with him today. She knew that she would need more outfits like this if she intended to follow him around in the future.

Kyoya nodded. "I'll draft a secondary contract tomorrow. For now, do you mind?" He ran his fingers against the curve of her hips.

"What for? You don't have hosting duties today." She snapped at him.

"To seal the deal, or have you forgotten our tradition?" Kyoya gave her a lust-filled look.

Haruhi blushed at the memory of their last deal. Throughout her one month's work as his fluffer, he was often too busy entertaining his clients to arouse her. More often than not, he would just ask her to strip for him or to give him a handjob and would leave once he was adequately aroused.

She looked at him and thought that he looked exceptionally handsome as a young heir as well. Money isn't everything, she decided, but it can definitely make you look more attractive. "Just don't spoil my new outfit."

Kyoya growled under his breath and immediately bent down to unhook her 4 million yen shoes for safekeeping. "Get out of those clothes as fast as you can before either of us lose control."

Once both of them were stripped bare and their clothes safely set aside, they sat back and looked at each other. "This is the first time I've seen you naked." Haruhi commented, taking in the beautiful taut lines on Kyoya's body. No wonder his fan club was growing by the day! She might have been tempted to join too, if it didn't cost a million yen a month. Damn rich bastards.

"Come, Haruhi." Kyoya patted his empty lap. "May I kiss you?"

Haruhi looked at him, startled. She had not realised that they had not kissed a single time! How is it that a guy had seen her naked, made her cum from oral sex, and whom she gave handjobs to everyday had not kissed her?

"I didn't want to take the liberty." Kyoya said, looking a little embarrassed at the confession. "But if it makes you feel better, it'll be my first kiss too."

Haruhi's eyes widened. A thought of 'I want to be his first' flashed across her mind and she found her lips on his the next moment without realising it. Oh my god, I kissed him first! She screamed internally. He must think I'm as desperate as his clients.

Her fears were assuaged completely when he returned the kiss passionately, imparting so much desire that Haruhi wondered momentarily if it was really her that he wanted. His kiss was hungry, consuming and demanding, and for a moment she could not understand what is it about her scrawny, flat-chested self that made him want her in that way.

His tongue dug its way into her mouth and all her worries were wiped clean. The kiss was messy, rushed and full of slobber trickling down their chins, but she could feel the eagerness in his actions – the way his tongue was trying to bury itself as far down her throat as possible, and the way his hands were pressing her so close to him that she could hardly breathe.

Kyoya relished in the warmth of Haruhi's bare skin pressed against his own. He could smell her unique fragrance dancing on her skin. If possible, he would keep her pressed to him forever.

(Censored - for my eyes only apparently - PM me if you want a copy!)

Sweaty and exhausted, Kyoya sat up and eyed the pile of tissues in the discarded bin. It was fortunate that he was distracted today, but he had a feeling that they probably should be safe than sorry. So much for avoiding penetrative sex, his brain taunted itself. "Uh, do you want to…" He broke off, uncertain of how to continue.

"I would like a good doctor, please." She said quietly.

Kyoya nodded and jotted it down in his ever present notebook. "I'll make an appointment as soon as possible."

"Kyoya!" A loud, obnoxious voice called out as soon as they stepped out of the limousine in front of Haruhi's apartment. Both of them had put on their business suits once more and looked like a rich heir and a rich heiress.

"Tamaki?" Kyoya frowned, before spotting the rest of the hosts behind the blond prince. "Why are you guys here?"

"We've come to visit Haruhi!" He declared aloud, looking pleased with himself. "We've been trying to locate you, but your phone kept directing me to voicemail! And we went to your house but your butler said that you were out—"

"Enough." Kyoya interrupted his rambling. "Why are you visiting Haruhi? After all, he's no longer associated with the Host Club."

"Well, Haruhi is a commoner, isn't he? And I had this dream, you see, that Haruhi is really, really poor. Kyoya, what if he's starving himself to death at this moment? Or if he gets sold into a labour camp! Don't you want to find out how your dear assistant's life is like?"

"For your information, Tamaki-senpai—" Haruhi started yelling at Tamaki, before Kyoya covered her mouth with his hand.

"And who might you be, my beautiful princess?" Tamaki's demeanor changed immediately upon spotting her. "It is impossible that I do not remember a face as exquisite as yours. But again, I am a forgetful man. Please tell, princess, have we met before?"

Haruhi realised her mistake at once. He had not recognised her! Even when they first exited the limo, he only greeted Kyoya, but not her. "I'm sorry. I—"

"She hears about you from me often." Kyoya inserted smoothly. "She is younger than us, so she attaches the 'senpai' honorific for all my friends, even when she talks to me."

Tamaki bowed and took Haruhi's hand. "What a perfect lady of wonderful breeding! Please tell, princess, what is your name?"

"Aren't you supposed to be looking for Haruhi's house?" Kyoya asked, gesturing for Haruhi to go back into the limousine and shutting the door behind her.

"Kyoya, why did you hide her away? I want to meet that beautiful princess too!" Tamaki whined.

"She's not available." Kyoya said shortly. "And if you guys have nothing planned, then I'm leaving too."

"No, wait!" Tamaki held out a hand to stop Kyoya at once. "Can you please accompany us to Haruhi's house?"

As it turned out, Haruhi's house was empty. "Did you guys at least call ahead before you came?" Kyoya asked, knowing very well that they did not.

"No, but what could he be doing?" Tamaki asked.

"Oh I don't know. A part-time job, fishing with his dad, dating a girl, or perhaps a weekend labour camp?" Kyouya replied sarcastically.

Tamaki's face paled. "A weekend labour camp! Kyoya, summon your private police force! We have to rescue Haruhi!"

Kyoya felt like smashing his head against the wall.

"Nee Takashi?" Honey asked once he and Mori got into their limousine.

"Hm?"

"Why was Kyoya here, if he didn't know that we were coming to visit Haruhi?"

"Hm."

"And that girl, doesn't she look familiar?"

"Ah."

"Takashi, you do know that Haruhi is a girl, right?" Honey eyed his cousin suspiciously.

"Umm…"

"I know you do. There is no way that you didn't find out her real gender when you rescued her from the twins and Tamaki. I found out when I offered Usa-chan to her." Honey told him.

"Oh."

"Do you think, maybe that girl we saw…"

"Mm."

"Yeah, you're right, Takashi. She looks beautiful dressed up like that."

"So why did Kyoya hide her away?" Takashi finally spoke out the question that was lingering in his mind the whole time.

"You're right. He could have told us that she was Haruhi. Do you think he's trying to hide something else?" Honey asked.

"Mm."

Honey rubbed his hands together in excitement. "Looks like we have a new mystery to solve!"