A/N: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

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Once Kyoya's 'private sessions' were over, Haruhi changed into her usual boy outfit (wig, glasses and baggy t-shirt) and went for walk on the beach.

She found Honey and Mori collecting sea creatures by the beach and went up to them. "I'm sorry for disappearing like that earlier, Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai."

"Don't worry!" Honey said with a smile. "Kyo-chan must have needed you urgently, eh?"

"Do you want more juice?" Mori offered.

"No, I'm good, thanks." Haruhi said, crouching down next to Honey to inspect the extraordinarily large sea urchin that seemed to be just lying around. "Aren't sea urchins from the deep ocean?" She wondered.

A familiar figure came to stand behind her. "Please keep that knowledge to yourself, Haruhi-kun." She turned around to find Kyoya gesturing to something beyond the cliff in front of them. Curious, she walked around, only to find the Ootori police force emptying buckets and buckets of raw seafood onto the beach for Honey-senpai to 'find'.

Haruhi gave him a 'are you kidding me' look, to which Kyoya shrugged. "They wanted to apologize for attacking Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai when the Host Club visited the tropical resort last week." She nodded, deciding that they must have had some sort of adventure at the resort. She had been spared the outing as there were no clients present, so Kyoya had helped her make her excuses.

Tamaki picked up an extraordinarily large crab and held it up to Haruhi. "Look, commoner, have you seen one of these?" He asked excitedly. "Ahhh—" He suddenly froze up.

"What is it, senpai?"

"A bug…" He whispered in a choked voice.

Haruhi looked at him incredulously. Calmly, she walked up to him, picked up the harmless centipede from the crab, and threw it over the rocks in a distance.

"Wahhh! Haruhi-kun is so brave!" All the girls around them cheered. "He's so manly!"

"Haruhi—" Hikaru started, "Weren't you afraid of it?"

Haruhi shook her head. "It's just a common centipede. It's quite harmless."

"Are you afraid of anything?" Kaoru asked.

Haruhi gave them a vague smile. "I wonder." She said as she walked away.

Unsurprisingly, Tamaki immediately took Haruhi's answer as a challenge. "Kyoya!" He said to his best friend. "Let's have a competition to spot Haruhi's fear! And if I win, you have to introduce that beautiful princess you were with the other day to me."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. He had no idea that Tamaki was so interested in the female version of Haruhi. "Why are you so interested in her? I thought I told you that she's unavailable."

"But Kyoya, I have to try! It was love at first sight, mon ami." Tamaki sighed dramatically. "I have to see her at least one more time!"

"Unfortunately, I don't think any of the others would be interested in a prize like that, Tamaki."

"Oh yes we are!" Hikaru and Kaoru chorused. "Anything to one-up Tono is good enough for us."

"Evil doppelgangers, stop trying to ruin my life!" Tamaki rushed at them.

"We're in too, Kyo-chan!" Honey declared. "Nee, Takashi?"

"Hm." Mori grunted in agreement.

Kyoya narrowed his eyes at the last two 'participants'. Why would they accept those terms, if they already knew that who Haruhi was? But he had no way out now, so he was forced to agree. "Fine. Whoever wins get to be introduced to my friend."

"Yay!" All of them cheered as they set off to search for Haruhi.

After a long day of scaring Haruhi with no significant results, the hosts trudged back to the villa in frustration. Suddenly, a loud scream rang from the cliff overlooking the lagoon, followed by Haruhi's yell of "leave them alone!"

"Haruhi!" Without second thought, Kyoya rushed up the cliff, with Mori and Honey hot on his heels. Since the twins and Tamaki were not yet aware that Haruhi was a girl, they followed at a more sedate pace.

Kyoya arrived at the top just in time to see Haruhi's petite form being thrown off the cliff. Panic like never before overcame him; and casting all rational thoughts aside, he leapt down after her.

When he managed to get her to shore, Mori and Honey immediately flanked him on both sides and escorted him straight to the villa, for which he was thankful. Haruhi's wig and glasses had been swept away by the tide, and he was not in the mood to deal with Tamaki or the twins' questions. "Haruhi, wake up, please." He shook her once he laid her down on his bed. "Haruhi, Haruhi!" He proceeded to carry out CPR on her, willing her heart to beat and her lungs to breathe again.

COUGH. Kyoya closed his eyes as relief flooded his entire being. He had not realised how fearful he felt until now. "Haruhi, are you alright?" He cradled her head in his chest.

"Kyoya-senpai." Haruhi could smell his cologne even without opening her eyes. "Is my cover broken?"

"What?" He stared at her confusedly. "Who cares about that!" He chastised her. "You almost died! What were you thinking?!"

"Glad I didn't then." She murmured. "You still need me."

"Yes." He tightened his arms around her. "Yes I do." More than I can ever imagine, Haruhi.

Kyoya leaned down to kiss her, the salty residue of seawater on her lips reminding him of how close he had come to losing her today. "Haruhi, I—"

His words were cut off by a knock on the door. "Kyo-chan, is Haru-chan alright?"

Kyoya pursed his lips and released Haruhi from his arms. "Who else is there?" He asked before opening the door.

"Just Takashi and I." Came the answer.

Kyoya opened the door and gestured them to come in. "She's okay." He said. "Did Tamaki and the twins see her?"

"Probably not. And I don't think they were in the right state of mind to be too observant either." Honey replied.

Kyoya nodded. "Do you want me to order you another set of wig and glasses, or do you want to just stay as you are now?" He asked Haruhi. "They will probably realise you are a girl though, since they saw you outside your house last week.

Haruhi sat up slowly. "I'd rather be a boy if it's not too much trouble, Kyoya-senpai. Tamaki is already getting on my nerves enough as it is. I dread how he would react if he finds out I'm a girl."

"He claims he's in love with you." Kyoya said humourlessly.

Haruhi snorted. "If he couldn't even notice that I'm actually a girl underneath the messy hair and glasses, then he doesn't deserve to fall in love with me in the first place."

Does that mean I stand a chance then? Kyoya wondered to himself.

"Kyo-chan, Haru-chan, you guys should get changed." Honey said suddenly, pointing to both of their soaked clothes.

"Oh, yeah, we should. Do you mind leaving us for a moment, then?" Kyoya asked them.

Honey gave him a stern look. "Don't be silly, Kyo-chan. You can't change with Haru-chan, she's a girl!" He turned towards Mori. "Takashi, why don't you show Kyoya to our bathroom, I'll stay here to make sure no one else walks in on Haru-chan while she changes."

Kyoya glanced at Honey calculatingly, wondering what the manipulative loli-shota boy was up to right now. Not having room to argue with the logic, he quietly retrieved a dry pair of pants and followed Mori out of the room.

After Kyoya's departure, Haruhi began to rummage through Kyoya's wardrobe for some clothes that she could borrow. True to her suspicion, she found a few pieces of lingerie that were meant for her, so she took those without guilt. Out of options for outerwear, she took one of his dress shirts and went into the bathroom to change.

"Ne, Haru-chan?" Honey called out to her from the other side of the bathroom door. "If you need anything, let me know, alright?"

"Sure, Honey-senpai. Thank you."

"If I may ask you a question, Haru-chan?"

"Yes?"

"How is Kyo-chan treating you?"

Haruhi went silent for a while. How much did Honey-senpai know? "What do you mean?"

"I know that you help make his pee-pee hard, Haru-chan." Honey's childish voice said clearly with no tinge of shame. "But is he threatening you with your debt or something?"

"Uh, no, he isn't." Haruhi replied, flustered despite the fact that he couldn't see her. "I agreed to it freely, and even added a few terms of my own."

"Really?"

"Yes. In return, he doesn't just have to pay my debt, but also impart his business knowledge to me."

"I see." Honey said. After a while, he spoke again. "Haru-chan, does it bother you, touching someone else that way?"

Haruhi opened the door sheepishly, not willing to carry on the conversation separated by a door, even though her hair was still dripping wet. "It was a little awkward at first, but I got used to it. Kyoya-senpai makes it very… enjoyable for both of us."

Honey climbed onto the bathroom counter effortlessly and picked up the hairdryer. "Your hair is still wet, Haru-chan." He said, and then proceeded to blow dry her hair for her.

"Thank you, Honey-senpai."

Honey finished his task and set the hairdryer down. "Haru-chan, do you mind helping someone else like how you help Kyo-chan?"

Haruhi turned to stare at him in shock. "Honey-senpai?"

"I know that this act goes beyond any monetary value, so I'm asking this as a favour between friends. Would you be willing to help another friend? In return, I will grant you any form of payment that you want, even though I feel like there is nothing I can offer that would be worth the service you give."

Haruhi was touched at Honey-senpai's declaration. It showed that he really respected her as a person and placed a priceless value on her virtue, but was he asking for himself? Despite his sincerity Haruhi doubted that she could help Honey-senpai in that way. It would just make her feel too much like a paedophile.

"What is this about?" A deadly voice asked from the entrance of the bathroom. Both of them looked up to find a shocked Mori and a furious Kyoya standing in the doorway.

For once, Honey stood his ground, looking like the third year senior he really was. "I was making Haruhi a very respectful offer, that's all. I won't be offended if she declines, nor will I reveal your secret to anyone else."

"Mitsukuni…" Mori looked apprehensive. "Are you…"

"No! Don't be silly, Takashi!" Honey laughed lightly as he climbed up Takashi's back like a monkey, reverting to his childish antics. "I was asking on your behalf, of course!" He hid himself in Mori's hair. "I don't want anyone to touch me that way! No offence, Haru-chan!"

Understanding dawned in everyone's eyes. Apparently, the idea of Honey having a fluffer was too much to behold.

"But why, Mitsukuni? I am fine—" Mori started to say, before he was cut off by Honey.

"You're not fine, Morinozuka Takashi! You're a Kendo practitioner, not a martial arts all-rounder like me. I don't mean it as an insult to your skills, but you know very well that your control over your body is not stable enough. It's not healthy for you to direct your chi like that every day, and don't try to deny it. I saw you faint after Kendo training last week!" Honey started to sob.

Mori realised that both Kyoya and Haruhi were listening to their argument. "Excuse us." He said, planning to continue the conversation with Honey in the privacy of their own room.

"Is it true?" Kyoya asked before they could leave.

Mori sighed. "It's not a big deal, I'll just be more careful at my practices. Mitsukuni panics easily." He bowed his head to them.

"I'll help you." Haruhi spoke up from her corner. "I'll help you if you want, Mori-senpai."

Honey stopped crying at once. "Really, Haru-chan? Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Haruhi gasped at his sudden change in attitude. "Honey-senpai… By any chance, were those… Crocodile tears?"

"So, what do you want, Haru-chan? Is it strawberry cake? My chef makes the best strawberry cake in the world! Or do you want Usa-chan? I'll miss him, but I promised you that I'll give you anything!"

Haruhi smiled exasperatedly at the tiny senior. He had fooled all of them thoroughly, didn't he? "If Mori-senpai agrees, then I'll discuss it with him personally, Honey-senpai." She looked at the wild-type host. "Right, senpai?"

A pinkish blush rose to Mori's cheek. "Ah." He answered, before making his escape with his meddling cousin post-haste.

Kyoya closed the door behind them and locked it. He took a minute to control his emotions as he looked at Haruhi. "Why?"

"He needed help, Kyoya-senpai." Without needing him to elaborate, Haruhi understood what he was asking. "And he deserves to be helped just as much as you do."

Kyoya loomed before her and pushed her onto the bed. "You're mine, Haruhi." He growled.

"Don't be silly." Haruhi said solemnly, looking straight into his eyes. "We have a contract, not a relationship. There is no exclusivity clause, and there surely isn't a clause that says that I'm your property!"

Kyoya knew that he was beaten at his game. She was the master negotiator in this case. And after his confession earlier this afternoon, she also knew that she held the bigger bargaining chip. That's why you should never reveal your weakness! He cursed himself.

Haruhi's eyes softened at Kyoya's troubled expression. She rolled over and pinned him to the bed instead. "Don't misunderstand. I will still help you and I don't mean to push you aside from now onwards. It's just that, he's my friend too, and I really want to help him. Please?" She kissed him softly.

Kyoya forced his lips to not respond to the sinfully soft ones pressed against his. How on earth did he fall so hard for this girl? "I don't want anyone else to touch you." He muttered sullenly.

"You're jealous!" Haruhi flicked his nose playfully. "Don't be, Kyoya-senpai. You know this is not a real relationship. Perhaps it's better that there is someone else now." She said thoughtfully. "We're getting confused between love and lust. Perhaps this will help us regain our perspective."

Kyoya had no choice but to give in upon hearing her very accurate description of their situation. He, too, was confusing love and lust. Having a third party would help him view their relationship more objectively. "Just promise me that I'll never have to share with Tamaki or Hikaru."

"I noticed you did not mention Kaoru?"

"He's tolerable without his twin, but at the same time I doubt he would do anything without Hikaru."

"I see. Are we good now, Kyoya-senpai?"

He buried his face in her neck. "I don't have any clients now, but I want you." He confessed. "Please?"

Kyoya felt a pang of disappointment when Haruhi climbed off him, but was astonished when she joined him in bed half a minute later wearing only the lingerie that he had stowed away in his drawer. "I want you too, Kyoya-senpai."

- SMUT WARNING - TURN BACK NOW -

Kyoya felt his cock go from flaccid to rock hard in two seconds. "Oh god, Haruhi." He felt guilty for wanting to mark her as his before Mori-senpai could have her, but he pushed it aside. Haruhi was his in the first place, and he was not going to back down.

In a flash, he attached his lips to her and began to kiss her demandingly, at the same time grinding his erection against her crotch. Even though he had broken her hymen the week before, this was the first time he was going to enter her.

"Ohhh." Haruhi moaned as the lace thong rubbed against her privates roughly. Now she understood why most lingeries were made out of lace rather than silk or cotton. The friction the lace provided was absolutely heavenly.

"Do you like the lingerie I chose for you, Haruhi?" Kyoya whispered, taking in the sight of the soaked thong clinging to her body.

"Yes." Haruhi whispered, pushing her body upwards to gain more friction against Kyoya.

"Fuck." Kyoya swore as he felt Haruhi's body pushed against his in an attempt to feel more of his cock. His erection was so hard it was painful. Quickly, he flung his shirt over his shoulders and shoved his pants down his legs as fast as he could before resuming his position. Without further foreplay – knowing that Haruhi was wet enough to handle it – he plunged into her virginal orifice.

"Kyoya." Haruhi gasped breathlessly at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't painful, as the mucus her body was producing was more than enough to act as lubricant, but it was certainly a new sensation.

Kyoya closed his eyes as he fought every impulse to pump into her. "Are you… okay?" He clenched through his teeth.

"Yes, yes, yes." Haruhi raked her nails along Kyoya's back the way she knew he loved. "Please continue."

With the consent finally given, Kyoya lost control. He pulled back slightly and began to thrust into her tight hole, moaning heavily as he felt her walls being pushed apart by his cock. "Fuck, you feel so good." He swore, using faster and deeper strokes as his continued sucking fervently at her neck. "And you taste so good."

Haruhi smiled, glad to see the normally cool and composed Shadow King lose control; as well as revelling in the knowledge that she was the only one who could see him like this. Instead of chasing her own orgasm, she simply held him in her arms and observed his pleasured expressions. Orgasms were aplenty, she thought, but Ootori Kyoya would only lose his virginity once.

As it turned out, she needn't have worried either way, because as soon as he shifted his position a little, his strokes hit something deep inside her that made her scream in pleasure. "KYOYA!"

Kyoya snapped his attention to her, but saw only lust and pleasure in her eyes, so he decided that he must have done something right. He repeated the action but with a slower stroke, and was rewarded when he saw her face scrunched up in elation. He, too, decided to watch her for a while, for a girl only loses her virginity once. He loved the signs of pleasure on her face, tinged with a slight desperation to cum, and considered himself the luckiest man in the world at that moment.

"Are you done watching me?" She half-whispered and half-moaned at him after a while. "Fuck me properly, Kyoya, make me cum."

Kyoya smirked at her as he gave her a small peck on the lips. "With pleasure."

Now ready to abandon all concerns, both of them focused on chasing their ends. Laboured breathing and pleasured moans filled the silence between them as they led one another on, each urging themselves and the other to go 'just a little more'.

Kyoya let out a large gasp as he felt the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching. Concentrating on the tight fit around his cock, he leaned forward and drove himself faster and deeper into her. Vaguely he heard her breathing increased in tempo and her walls fluttering around him as she panted his name. On the brink of oblivion, he pushed herself into her one last time and felt the marvellous rush flooding through his body, accompanied by the emptying of his seed into her. "Haruhi…" He groaned, falling on top of her in exhaustion.

- END OF SMUT - YOU CAN LOOK NOW -

In a distance, a crack of thunder sounded.