Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. That honor belongs to the great Bisco Hatori!
A/N: Thank you so much for the input regarding how I did with writing a one-shot. I really enjoyed writing them as they are fun, quick ideas without too much planning. As said previously, these one-shots will each be Haruhi with one of the hosts and what their future would be like if they got married. This one-shot features Haruhi with Kyoya. Enjoy.
I would like to dedicate this one-shot to Caysun, who was hoping for a Haru/Kyo story, since she is a fan of the ravens just as I am. Thank you for your kindness, your happy thoughts, and your words of inspiration. Here's a little Kyo love for you.
"Father, must I attend this party tonight?"
"Yes," Kyoya said, not even looking up from his laptop.
"But Rene has been working my last nerve today. Do you know he started calling me at six o'clock this morning?"
"Heh," Kyoya chuckled as he looked up at his eldest son.
"It's not funny, Father," his son said glaring at him.
"I know, Taizo, believe me, no one knows better than I do what it is like to deal with an overtly excited Suoh. Rene is just like his father. I cannot tell you how many times Tama-oji called me at six am."
"Well, how did you deal with it?" Taizo asked.
"Not very well," Kyoya said, smirking at the memory. "I usually said horrible things before hanging up on him."
"I know Ojiisan made you put up with Tama-oji because it benefited the Ohtori family, but you don't make me do that. Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with Rene," Taizo said, frowning in thought.
"I was not friends with Tama-oji only because it benefited the Ohtori's. Tamaki reminded me that life was not all work and no play. He came up with the most ridiculous ideas I have ever heard of, and most of the time he dragged me through it mentally kicking and screaming, but in the end I couldn't deny I was always amused," Kyoya said.
Taizo sighed before a grin appeared on his face.
"I know what you mean, Father. Rene says things that make me want to smack him upside the head, but he always makes me laugh."
"You are good for him too, Taizo, the same way I am good for Tama-oji. The Suoh's remind us not to be so serious all the time, but we Ohtori's keep them grounded. Without us they'd never take their heads out of the clouds."
"I know, he's just so annoying sometimes, like today," Taizo complained.
"Your mother often made Tama-oji cry when he was too much for her to take, but many times she handled him a lot less harshly than I did. Perhaps you should seek her advice," Kyoya suggested.
"I did, and I tried all the things she recommended. I just don't have mother's patience. I have to study now, Father, thank you for reminding me of why he is my friend. Although it's not just the party I have to endure him through, they also invited myself and my brothers to sleep over. Ugh, this is going to be a long night."
"I'm here for you anytime, Taizo, my door is always open," Kyoya said.
He watched his eldest son leave his office. He was grateful his sons sought him out freely for his advice, or just to talk. At 12 his oldest was seeking him out more and more. Kyoya had never had that luxury as a child. He only entered his fathers study when he was commanded to do so. He always stood outside the door scared to death, even though he never showed that fear. Kyoya made sure his own sons never felt that way.
He glanced at the most recent family photo in the frame on his desk. It was hard to believe his sons were 12, 10, and 8 already, but they had freely entered his office without fear their entire lives. Another thing he made sure of was that his sons knew they were loved equally and not ranked in order of either their birth or their worth.
All three of his sons look exactly like him, not a trace of their mother could be found in any of their physical features, but she was there in their laugh, their compassion, and in their ability to love freely without judgement.
"Haruhi," he whispered, as he traced his index finger over her picture.
Haruhi, common by birth, uncommon in every other way, and the only woman he has ever loved.
He had challenged his father for the right to marry her. His father put many obstacles in his way, some were nearly impossible to overcome. His father assured him he could marry Haruhi if he overcame all the challenges he had put in his path, and overcome them he did; each and every one. He never considered conceding. Failure was not an option, for no other woman could stand by his side, he couldn't even conceive it.
His father had reluctantly stuck to his word when he exceeded all his expectations, regardless of how challenging he had made it, and he was allowed to marry her without further argument.
As his marriage went on his father began to add up all the merits she brought to their family, and Kyoya suspected he was named the Ohtori heir, in part, because of his marriage to Haruhi, not despite it.
Meeting her in high school had changed the course of his life. Because of her, he laughed, he loved, and was now blessed with a happy family of his own. He felt an overwhelming urge to see her so he saved the file he was working on, closed his laptop, and left his office.
He searched for her in all of her favorite rooms; kitchen, laundry room, her own office, but she was no where to be found. He tried one more favorite place, the family library, but she was not there either. His two younger sons looked up from their studies when he entered.
"Hello, Father," his 8 year old greeted.
"Hello, Kioshi, have you seen your mother?"
"Mother is swimming laps. She said she would rather take her frustration about attending tonights party out on the pool rather than on Tama-oji," Benjiro said.
"She said that?" Kyoya asked frowning. "She doesn't normally put up a fuss about attending a party."
"This isn't a regular party, Father, it's a costume party, and you know how Mother feels about dressing in costume," Taizo said, entering the room with his own laptop.
"Yes, I do," Kyoya said with a smile. He chuckled quietly when he thought of all the groaning she did though out high school over the cosplay themes they enacted in the host club.
"I think she's also worried about what kind of costume Hika-oji and Kao-oji have designed for her. They still haven't dropped any of our costumes off and the party is tonight," Taizo said.
"I don't know why they had to design them anyway," Benjiro said. "There were plenty of cool costumes available on line."
Kyoya sighed.
"We've been over this before. Tama-oji wanted them to design the costumes for his family. Once they heard we were also attending, they insisted on making ours too. I wouldn't worry too much, Benjiro, those two pride themselves on being the best. They would never make a costume for you that would embarrass you. Now, if you will excuse me," he said, leaving the room to find Haruhi.
Kyoya walked across his plush lawn, entered the cabana, and went to open the sliding glass door that led to the pool. He had just grabbed the handle to slide it open when he stopped, mesmerized.
Haruhi had been underwater and had just broken the surface. Her hair cascaded behind her like a chocolate waterfall. She was blinking lazily, trying to remove the water clinging to her long lashes. Her skin was beaded with water droplets. Her beauty was drawing him in. She looked like a siren of the sea.
He chuckled at that thought. Her singing voice was horrendous. It would shipwreck a crew faster than it would lure one to her, but voice aside, her beauty alone would attract any man.
A few drops rolled down her face, clinging to her lips. Kyoya gasped, wanting nothing more than to lick those droplets off of that extremely kissable mouth of hers.
The hell with just talking to her, Kyoya thought as he entered the men's changing room, and threw on a pair of board shorts. He stepped outside watching his wife's sleek form as she glided underwater.
He dove in after her and was right behind her when she broke the surface. He wrapped his arms around her causing her to gasp.
"Kyoya, don't scare me like that," she said, trying to pull away.
He merely tightened his grip, turning her around to face him. He leaned forward and ran his tongue across her lips. He made a slight face. In his longing to lick away those alluring water droplets he forgot they contained chlorine.
She giggled at the face he made. He dragged her away from the shallow end hoping to keep himself somewhat submerged so he could get used to the chilly water. He stopped just before the drop off to the deep end. He placed her body between his own and the side of the pool.
He leaned down, kissing her, his hands ran along her sides, pulling her nearly bare body against him. He ran his hands lower until his fingers traced the knots on each side of her bikini bottom.
He nearly sighed into their kiss, not in bliss, but in frustration. It annoyed him that the twins, Hikaru in particular, must study her every curve, every bump, to design so perfectly for her body. It anger him to know they were picturing his wife's body in detail as they sketched their designs for her.
Yet, he could never stay mad for long. How could he when he was the one who got to see her in their fantasies? His thoughts made him possessive, as they always did where she was concerned. He pulled her flush up against him, deepening their kiss. His hands roamed her bare skin, then began to wander into more dangerous territory.
"Kyoya, don't," she whispered, as his hands skimmed her chest.
"Don't pretend you don't like it, Haruhi. We've been married for 14 years. We dated 5 years before that, I know exactly where you like to be touched," he said, teasing his lips across her ear.
"I never said I didn't like it," she admitted. "But we're not alone here today. The boys could come out here any time."
"They're inside studying, I saw them all for myself," he whispered, his hands still moving.
"They study everyday, so they never need to study for long. They will be out here before you know it," she said.
"They're not here yet, so I see no reason to stop."
"They can't walk in on us like this," she said, trying once more to push him away.
He caught her wrists and pinned them to the side of the pool.
"There is nothing wrong with modeling how to show a little affection. They know how much their father loves their mother," he said, nipping at the skin of her neck.
"Seriously, Kyoya, stop it. Would you want to walk in on your father pawing at your mother?"
"Ugh," he said, shuddering at her words. "Haruhi, unless you wish to turn me off from sex forever, please refrain from making me conjure up that awful image."
"Pfft, you're not the only one, Kyoya. That's my point exactly. No one wants to imagine their parents like that, let alone walk in on it."
"Hhhhh," he sighed. "I know you are right, just as you know I can't keep my hands off of you if you are within arms length. It's your fault for growing into such a sexy woman."
"Stop being ridiculous. I've hardly changed since high school and I passed as a boy back then. There's nothing sexy about me. Only you think that for some strange reason."
It was all he could do to not laugh in her face. Some of what she said was true. In some ways she hardly changed. She hadn't grown one inch since high school, and she hadn't gained more than five pounds, but having three children shifted her weight around to all the right places.
She was sexy as hell, and he was hardly the only man who thought so. She was the one who was blind to it, but that was not surprising. She was always oblivious about her looks since she didn't care about such things. Her face had slimmed, her lashes were thicker, her hair longer. Her breasts had grown and her hips had rounded slightly. Everything else was as petite as it had always been, which made the womanly changes stand out evenly more.
Ignoring her protests, he grabbed her hips and pulled her in for another kiss.
"Mmmm," she moaned into his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair just before they were nearly drowned from the wall of water that hit them.
She wiped the water off her face just in time to see her sons straightening underwater from their cannonball positions.
"I told you," she said, as Kyoya wiped the water out of his eyes.
He spun around giving his boys his best glare, but they didn't even flinch.
"I'm losing my touch," he sighed, wishing for the days when the shadow king could intimidate anyone with a single look.
"You haven't lost your touch," she assured him. "You easily instill fear into all of your business associates, you just never wanted your children to fear you and I thank you for that."
His eyes softened at her words. He moved toward her again when Taizo's words stopped him.
"The pool is for swimming not for kissing. None of us wish to swim in your love-love germs. If you can't control yourself, Father, might I suggest you and Mother get out of the pool?"
"Ewww, Taizo's right, don't put cooties into the pool," Kioshi said, eyeing the water suspiciously.
"Enough," Kyoya said teasingly, before cutting his arm through the water sending a huge wave toward his sons.
After yelling and screeching, an all out water fight began. That was Haruhi's cue to get out. After wringing out her hair, she laid down on a lounge chair to dry in the sun. About twenty minutes later Kyoya joined her.
He smiled as he watched his sons playing in the pool, laughing together. Kyoya reached out and took Haruhi's hand in his own. He ran his thumb gently over the back of her hand.
"It doesn't get much better than this, does it?" he asked.
"No, I guess it doesn't," she replied, looking at their boys.
"This is the life I dreamed of since high school. The life you made me desire. The happy family I wanted to build with you. I have it all only because of you, Haruhi," he whispered.
"It's not all my doing, Kyoya, we are building our family together," she said.
"I know, but I never wanted this, never even dreamed this was possible before meeting you. If I never met you there is no doubt I would have been just like my father. You changed me. You showed me what love was, not the love of money or power, but true love, Haruhi, the kind that comes form the heart. You showed me what was truly important and you made me want more than I ever had before. So, thank you, Haruhi, for this warm family. I love you and our sons more than I ever thought I was capable of," he said kissing the back of her hand gently.
"Then I guess I should be thanking you as well," she said.
He looked puzzled by her words.
"I entered Ouran with a one track mind. Study, do well in a prestigious school, get into a great law school, and become a lawyer. That's it, that's all I dreamed of, but knowing you changed me as well. You made me want more too, Kyoya. So, thank you," she said.
"We've created something really beautiful haven't we?" he asked, the uncharacteristic words fell easily from his lips. This always happened. His mask always dropped around her.
"Yeah, we really did," she said.
They looked at their children. Kyoya smiled. He was completely relaxed. This was the most content he had ever felt in his life. She had softened him, but it didn't ruin him as his father had feared. It empowered him. He could act that way around her and their children, and that relaxed state only strengthened him when he had to play hard ball in the conference room.
"Yuck, just look at their faces,"Taizo said.
"All lovey-dovey as usual," Benjiro added.
"Oh man, does that mean they're going to kiss again?" Kioshi asked.
"Well, I'm going inside just in case they decide too," Taizo said, getting out of the pool.
Before the boys had a chance to dry off and leave, Tachibana came outside with the phone.
"A call for you, Lady Haruhi," he said handing her the phone.
She raised her eyebrow questioningly. As head of their security he didn't usually handle phone calls.
"I wanted to discuss tonight's security with Master Kyoya, so I told Hiro I would bring the phone to you, Lady Haruhi," he explained.
She sighed.
"How many years are you going to know me before you drop the Lady and just call me Haruhi. You know I don't like titles, especially at home," she said.
"Forgive me, Lady Haruhi, but you know that day shall never come," he said.
"One of these days, I will figure out a way to get you to stop," she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I look forward to seeing you try." His words were laced with a bit of humor, but his face never lost its stone mask. She sighed again, taking the phone from him. "Thank you, Tachibana."
"You are most welcome," he said, before turning his attention to Kyoya.
"Hello," she said.
"Haruhi, there's not a lot of time before this costume party you are attending at Tamaki's tonight," Hikaru said. "I want all of you to shower so you're ready for us to get started with your costumes and make up as soon as possible. We should be there within the hour."
"Okay, oh, by the way, what kind of costumes did you come up with?" she asked curiously.
"That's a secret. You'll see it when we get there. Get everyone moving. Don't forget you only have an hour. See you soon."
She stared at the phone and sighed.
"Something wrong?" Kyoya asked.
"I don't know," she said.
"What does that mean?"
"Hikaru won't tell me what kind of costumes he made. That makes me a little worried," she admitted.
"Don't worry, Haruhi, their names are attached to this. They wouldn't make you look foolish."
"Foolish isn't what I'm worried about. I'm just wondering how exposed I'll be," she said.
"They know it is a party for our business associates. Even they are not foolish enough to expose too much of your skin," he said trying to reassure her.
"I hope you're right. Alright boys, everyone in the house for a shower. Hika-oji and Kao-oji will be here in an hour."
"I hope our costumes are really cool," Benjiro said.
"As long as they're not something really stupid I don't care, but I'm not wearing tights no matter what they say in the name of fashion," Taizo grumbled.
Haruhi laughed as she led the boys into the house. After reminding them to be ready on time she headed for her own bedroom. She had just tied the belt on her bathrobe when Kyoya walked in their room.
He must have used the bathroom in the hallway since he himself was freshly showered. He wasn't wearing his glasses, a towel was draped behind his neck, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. She nearly smiled, as his image reminded her of exactly how he looked at the beach house all those years ago.
Well, maybe not exactly. Although older now, he was far more handsome than he had been as a teenager. His shoulders were broader now, his abs tighter. His hair was still damp, causing a few droplets to run down his neck.
Her breathing increased as she looked at him. She found it ridiculous how much he could affect her, her, whose heart had never fluttered until she met him.
He put his glasses on and gazed at his wife.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, an almost knowing smirk on his face.
"Nothing," she said defensively.
"Liar. Your face is a little flushed and you're breathing is faster than usual. Are you having dirty thoughts?" he asked, as he closed in on her. "Tell me, Haruhi, what are you thinking about right now?"
"The beach house," she admitted quietly.
"Which one?" He asked curiously.
"Nekozawa-senpai's," she said.
"Oh? Are you remembering a certain position we were in?" he asked as he grabbed her wrist, threw her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. He was on his hands and knees looking down at her, duplicating that night exactly.
"How could I not when that was the moment I realized I was interested in you," she said. "Well, not that exact moment, at the time I was only thinking about the message you were trying to send me, but from that night on I would dream about this position and think about what my changing interest meant."
"You never told me that. I thought you had no interest in me until college," he said.
"Not true, I was interested in you from that trip on," she said.
"Why didn't you ever tell me? We could have been dating that much sooner."
"Oh come on, Kyoya, did you really expect me to admit that to you back in high school? You were an Ohtori…you were the stage and I a mere player. You admit I am as intelligent as you are, so you know I wasn't foolish enough to admit how I felt about you, only to be told there was no merit in you returning those feelings," she said.
"I wish you had told me," he said, "Then I could have confessed my feelings that much sooner."
"Well, it's not like you gave any indications of your feelings either," she said.
"True. I was interested in you from that very same night, but you had Tamaki and the twins draped over you every minute, and you did nothing but voice your displeasure over it. The last thing I was going to do was force my intentions on you as well. That doesn't mean I ever forgot how it felt to have your body beneath mine."
"I never forgot it either, how you looked staring down at me with those beautiful black eyes, or how your legs felt pressed up against mine as you straddled me, or how much I thought about your bare chest and wished that I had touched it," she said as she ran her one hand down his chest.
"Probably as badly as I had wished I leaned down and kissed you," he whispered, as he leaned down and placed his lips against her own.
They continued to kiss, each one growing deeper, getting more intense. He had just reached for the belt of her bathrobe when a knock came on the door. She glanced over at the clock surprised by how long they had laid there kissing each other. It was well past the time the twins said they'd arrive.
"Yes," Kyoya called, remaining above her body.
"Excuse me, Master Kyoya, but Master Hikaru said he will be ready for you and Lady Haruhi in a few minutes," one of the maids said from the hall.
"Thank you, tell him to come here whenever he is ready," he said.
"Very well, sir," she said.
"Interrupted once more," he said leaning down and kissing her fiercely. "Why is kissing you so addicting? Do you know how lost I have gotten kissing you since college?"
"I have an idea," she whispered. She leaned up, pecked him on the lips, and pushed him off. "Perhaps we can continue this later."
"Oh, you can count on it," he said.
They had no sooner stood up when Hikaru knocked on their door.
"Come in," Haruhi said.
Hikaru walked in carrying two garment bags.
"Well, the boys are all dressed. Kaoru is just finishing up adding any make up or accessories necessary to their costumes, so its time we got started on you two. Kyoya, this bag is yours, please take it and find somewhere to get dressed while I help Haruhi get ready."
"Any reason I can't get ready right here in my own room?" Kyoya asked, annoyed that he had to leave.
"Two actually, first of all I have no desire to watch you get changed, and two, I want you and Haruhi to see each other once you are all dressed up. Now go, we don't have much time," Hikaru said, practically pushing him out the door.
Hikaru turned to face Haruhi and grinned.
"Now, Haruhi, take this bag into your bathroom and get changed. Once you're dressed we will go from there."
"What costume is it?" she asked.
"If you want to know, go put it on," he said, still grinning.
She took the bag from his hands hoping it wouldn't be as bad as she has been fearing.
Haruhi opened the bag, pulled the garment out, and wanted to kill him.
"What the hell is this?" she asked as she jerked the door open and stared at her idiotic best friend.
"Just put it on. You'll understand once we add your accessories," he said.
"There is no way in hell I am putting that on," she said, glaring at him.
"Well, considering you only have forty-five minutes until the party starts you don't have much choice, now do you?"
"You did this on purpose. That's why you didn't drop them off earlier, you knew I would hate it and refuse to wear it," she accused.
"Hmm, I wonder," he said, staring at her.
"HIKARU!" she yelled growing more annoyed by the minute.
"Stop yelling, you're wasting time," he said.
"What did you make for Kyoya?" she asked.
"I'm not telling. If you want to know you will have to get dressed and get ready and then I will let you see each other," he said.
"I swear…" she said, but he interrupted her.
"You're going to look amazing, I promise. Now, as you said, you have no time to get something else, so get in that bathroom and put it on."
"I could kill you right now," she said.
"Ahhh, if only I got a kiss for every time you said that, I'd be in heaven," he said.
She slammed the door in his face, removed her bathrobe, took the garment out of the bag, and began putting it on.
She looked at herself in the mirror realizing it was much worse on her body then it looked on the hanger, and that was really saying something.
"Haruhi, you have one minute to get out here. If you don't come out, I'm coming in," he said.
"I can't come out there. This is horrible, and I can't even get it zipped," she complained.
"You aren't meant to be messing with the zipper, now get out here and I'll help you," he said.
"No way in Hell," she said.
"Haruhi, I will bust down this door if I have too, you know I have the money to have fixed anything I damage."
He heard her sigh before she opened the door. She glared at him as she stalked into the room.
"Turn around," he said as he grabbed the zipper at her lower back and zipped it all the way up to the back of her neck.
Kaoru walked in just as he had finished zipping her in.
"You look amazing," he said, as he put the make up kit down and pulled her into a hug.
"Hey, I haven't even had a chance to hug her yet," Hikaru said pulling her back against his front as he held her tightly.
"Will you guys knock it off," she said pulling out of his grasp. "Please tell me you brought something else as a back up just in case I didn't like this," she said.
"Sorry, now sit down, I'm going to do your make up while Hikaru does your hair."
She stood there glaring at Kaoru until she felt Hikaru grab her shoulders and push her into a chair. He grabbed a hair brush and got to work as Kaoru did the same. Fifteen minutes later they declared her almost complete. Hikaru was just snapping the last accessory into place when Kaoru entered her room with Kyoya.
Kyoya stepped inside and instantly froze at the sight before him.
Haruhi was standing not two feet away dressed in a black, one piece body suit made of lycra that fit her like a second skin. The only skin showing at all was her hands, most of her throat, and her face. Her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner, long lashes coated with black mascara, a dusting of blush on her cheeks, and red lipstick gracing her beautiful mouth. Her side bang was slicked to her head and pinned in place just above one ear. The rest of her hair was pulled back into a french braid. She was wearing flat, black boots, a chunky watch, a black ear piece, and a wide, black utility belt. He allowed himself the luxury of eyeing her from head to toe once more. She looked incredibly hot. He should have been furious, but the only thing he felt at the moment was gratitude at the sight before him.
Haruhi stared at Kyoya. She was trying to gauge his reaction to her costume, but found herself lost in how he looked in his own. He looked great in the tight, black leather pants, and form fitting black turtle neck. He also had matching flat black boots, a chunky watch, an ear piece, and utility belt. His jet black hair was slicked straight back instead of parted like usual, and she had to admit he looked really hot.
Coming out of her dazed she frowned.
"Hey, if we're both dressed as spies, why does Kyoya get to wear pants and a turtle neck while I have to be dressed in this?" she asked pointing to the lycra suit.
"Because regardless of how in shape Kyoya is, no one wants to see a man in full body lycra, whereas you look fabulous," Hikaru said.
"Kyoya, say something," she said, surprised that he has not reemed out the both of them yet.
"You're breath taking," he whispered, still eyeing her up and down.
"What!?" she cried, unable to believe his reaction.
"Hey, lets give Kyoya a minute to tell his wife how he feels about our creation," Kaoru said to Hikaru.
"Fine," Hikaru said, still eyeing Haruhi himself. "You have ten minutes to meet in the foyer or you're going to be late. We'll have the boys at the door and ready to go."
The second Hikaru closed the door, Kyoya pounced. He grabbed her in his arms, pulled her up against him and crashed his lips into hers. He moaned as he pulled her closer. She moaned softly herself before pushing him away.
"What is wrong with you?" she said frowning at him. "You have lipstick on your lips now, and you're not saying anything about this awful outfit."
"You know I enjoy having the best of everything, that includes wives, you know. I can't name one man who wouldn't be proud to introduce you as his wife," he said, still taking her in.
"So, you're completely okay with me dressed like this? This might as well be painted on, Kyoya, you should be furious. I am," she said.
"You were worried about them exposing too much of your skin, now you are completely covered and you are still not happy," he said.
"This leaves very little to the imagination, Kyoya," she said.
"Yes, it does, I shall be the envy of every man there," he said.
"I can't believe you," she said.
"Far more of you is exposed in a bikini, Haruhi, and you wear those all the time," he reminded her.
"Yes, in our pool or at the beach with our friends. I don't wear them to business meetings," she said.
"This is a costume party, and you make one hell of a beautiful spy. I'm sorry you're unhappy, but if we don't leave now, we aren't going to make it," he said ,taking her hand and dragging her down stairs.
Her boys looked great, Taizo was dressed as a vampire, Benjiro a knight, and Kioshi was a black ninja. The twins took so much care with their costumes, they looked like they walked straight off a movie set, or right out of a novel. She sighed, why was she the only one who had to be so exposed.
Her boys, being young, thought nothing of the fit, they only saw the accessories.
"Awesome, you and Father make such good spies," Taizo said.
"Yeah, you guys look great," Benjiro added. Their youngest just nodded his head in agreement staring at them.
The twins had left, while the boys security team secured the car and packed their overnight bags in the trunk. The security team got in the limo followed by the boys. Tachibana walked into the foyer, took one look at her, and stopped in shock.
"Not one word, Tachibana," she said, in anger.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Lady Haruhi," he said composing himself quickly.
The ride to the Suoh's was a loud affair as the boys chatting excitedly about the party, and their sleep over. Even Taizo seemed to have forgotten his earlier complaints.
They stepped inside the Suoh mansion and Haruhi nearly groaned out loud.
"I bet your costume doesn't seem so bad now, does it?" Kyoya asked, chuckling beside her as he followed her line of sight.
The entire Suoh family was dressed as a royal family, but not a modern day royal family, but one of old. Tamaki was wearing a kingly jacket, some kind of pumpkin shaped pants that came to his knees, and tights. He was adorned with gold, and velvet and tassels. His wife, Colette, was wearing a queenly type dress with a huge bustle, a long train, and a towering white wig. Haruhi wasn't sure how she was balancing it on her head. Their children were the prince and princess, Rene dressed identical to Tamaki, and Juliette, dressed like her mother minus the wig, thank goodness.
"There is no doubt in my mind that Tamaki designed each of these costumes. There is no way they are one of the twins own designs," Kyoya said.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Haruhi said, thankful for the first time for her stupid spy outfit. As bad as it was, at least she could breath, and she didn't have to balance a tower on her head.
"Those costumes are hideous, I'm surprised they agreed to make them," Kyoya said still staring at Tamaki.
"Are you really surprised? The twins jump at any chance to make a fool out of Tamaki. The only times they restrain themselves is for business, if Tamaki insisted on this they would agree knowing he wouldn't be able to stop himself from bragging about designing it himself. Therefore, no one can blame them for any thing but pleasing their customer. As ridiculous as he looks, Tamaki looks proud of himself."
As they neared the Suoh family, Haruhi noticed the potential business partners they were here to meet. They were from America, and the children voicing their homesickness of their country is what prompted Rene into begging his father to have a costume party. Apparently the children were sad they would still remain in Japan when their Halloween rolled around. Rene thought this would be a nice gesture. In truth it was, Rene was just like his father.
Haruhi observed the group as they neared. One man was dressed as a pirate, his wife dressed nearly the same beside him. Their son was dressed as a magician, while their daughter was a witch. A single man beside them was dressed like a cowboy.
As they neared, Haruhi heard the cowboy compliment Tamaki on having such a pretty wife. The way he looked at Colette made her dislike him immediately.
"Ah, and here is my business partner in this endeavor," Tamaki said when they joined them.
"Pfft, Rene, you look like a…" Taizo started.
"Taizo," Kyoya said sharply, cutting him off before he insulted him in front of guests.
"I'm sorry, father, it's just he looks…"
Kyoya glared at his eldest son. Taizo closed his mouth, instantly remembering his social etiquette. He could tell Rene how stupid he looked later.
Rene, ever his father's son, couldn't comprehend Taizo thinking anything other than him looking grand.
"I look like a real prince, don't I?" Rene said, bowing before them. "Papa, designed these himself. Aren't they something?"
"Oh, they're something alright," Benjiro said, glancing at Taizo. Haruhi could tell her boys were on the verge of laughing, so this time she sent a glare their way.
Luckily they composed themselves.
"Children, I think it is time for you to go to the party set up for you in the other room," Tamaki said. "Rene, don't forget to take care of Thomas and his sister, Amanda, remember they don't know anyone else here."
"Boys, I expect you to do the same," Kyoya said. "Help them feel welcome. Security will escort you to your party, and remain with you. They shall also be present for the entire night. Only Tachibana shall be returning with your mother and I."
"Yes, Father," Taizo said answering for them all.
"Be on your best behavior," he reminded them.
"And have fun," Haruhi added.
"Well, now that the children are being settled, I think introductions are in order," Tamaki said. "This is my business partner in many ventures, although we each have our own individual corporations. Ohtori Kyoya, head of Ohtori Enterprises, may I introduce…"
"Thomas Weston Sr.," Kyoya smoothly interrupted. "Age 39, Graduated with a 3.74 from the University of California, Berkley, well known for its business studies. A self made man who started his own medical supply business six years ago. The first two years went well financially, until it struggled in its third year. It made a rebound for the past two years and has currently doubled its revenue from the first two years. Married twelve years to Linda Weston, formerly Anderson, a house wife who raises their two children Thomas Jr. and Amanda"
The westons stared at Kyoya as he turned his attention to the cowboy.
"And Michael Weston, age 35, a former business major who dropped out of the University of Chicago to marry at an early age. The marriage ended in divorce rather quickly, and just as quickly he remarried resulting in the same unfortunate end as the first. Deciding to remain a bachelor he has lived the life of a playboy, only taking his brothers business ventures seriously the past two years," Kyoya said.
"You certainly do your homework," Michael said, looking none to pleased to hear Kyoya spout out his life story.
Sensing this, Tamaki intervened.
"May I introduce his wife, Ohtori Haruhi," Tamaki said.
"You don't just have a good head for business, but a good eye for women as well," Michael said casually. "You are a very lucky man, Ohtori, if I may be so bold, your wife is absolutely stunning."
"I am well aware of my wife's beauty, but I must disagree with the lucky part. I never leave anything to luck. When I see something I want, I work very hard to earn it, luck had nothing to do with it," Kyoya said. This man was irritating, and the looks he has given Haruhi since they arrived were rubbing him the wrong way. Of course, none of this showed on his face, as he continued to give this man his best host smile.
Kyoya could feel Haruhi bristle a bit beside him, though she too kept her feelings hidden behind a host smile of her own.
"Oh, Tamaki, if you will excuse me, I just saw Chii-san walk in. Haruhi, the ladies from my symphony club are just dying to meet you. Will you join us, Linda-san?" Colette asked, as she linked her arm through Haruhi's.
Kyoya repressed a smile, as he watched Haruhi struggle not to roll her eyes.
"Excuse us, gentlemen," Colette said to the group.
Haruhi looked at Kyoya, hoping he would save her, but he gave her a small smirk. "Remember, the watch and the ear piece really work, feel free to contact me," Kyoya said.
"I'll remember that," she said kindly, but Kyoya knew she meant she would remember this in a bad way. He was amused as he wondered how she would repay him for this.
"I don't care how hard you worked, I'm still going to call you lucky for landing such a woman as your wife," Michael said, never taking this eyes off Haruhi's lycra covered ass as she walked away.
"I came here tonight to talk business, Mr. Weston, not to talk about my wife," Kyoya said coldly.
"But it's one and the same, is it not? I mean, there's only one reason powerful men marry beautiful women," Michael said.
"And why is that?" Kyoya asked.
"Because even if the women can't understand the business dealings going on around them, even if they have no idea what is being discussed, a good bit of arm candy goes a long way for sweetening the deal right?"
Tamaki could see a slight shift in Kyoya's stance. Hoping to avoid the shadow king making a full blown appearance, Tamaki tried to redirect the conversation.
"Kyoya is right, we came here to discuss business, not wives," he said. "Kyoya, have you had a chance to go over the initial business proposal Thomas presented us with?"
"Yes, and I handed it over to my legal team. The head of my team did find some cause for concern, however," Kyoya said.
"In what way?" Thomas asked.
"Some illegal activity that I wish to discuss before making any further decisions," Kyoya said.
Michael looked shocked, then annoyed.
"Perhaps if your legal team, particularly your legal head is here tonight, we might speak to them and clear a few things up," Michael said.
"As you wish," Kyoya said. "Tachibana, would you get the head of my legal team please."
"Of course, sir," Tachibana said.
Tachibana returned moments later with Haruhi by his side. Michael looked confused.
"I have already met your lovely wife," he said, frowning.
"Yes, but you wished to talk to my legal head. My wife is the top legal advisor for the Ohtori Group," Kyoya said, enjoying this man's shock. "Haruhi, Mr. Weston wishes to discuss some of the concerns you found within their business dealings. Do you mind discussing them now, I know you were busy with Colette."
She gave Kyoya a look. He knows she would much rather discuss business, than talk about symphonies, she didn't mind in the least.
"I'm always ready to talk business, Kyoya, Colette and I can catch up later." She turned her attention to Michael. "While gathering information on your past business dealings, I was concerned to find that some of the money made several years ago was made through illegal gambling, there was also talk about a drug deal gone bad, but it appeared to be a one time offense, and the records were sealed, the final point of concern had been a legal pay off to a family after an accident where your passenger was an underage girl who was drinking."
"She told me she was 22," Michael said, then clamped his lips together. "Most of what you have brought up were more personal matters even though they did get tied into the business name. The sealed records should have been private, and therefore, none of your business."
"Any businessman worth his salt does a thorough background check on all dealings involving a company they may get involved with. The Ohtori and Suoh names both have an impeccable reputation for doing everything legally, and fully above board. It would be detrimental to both families if I did not access all information," Haruhi said calmly.
Michael continued to stare in shock. Thomas stepped in hoping to keep this business deal.
"I understand your concerns," Thomas said to her. "And you are correct, Michael had some personal issues that I am sad to say got him into some trouble and wrapped him up in the illegal side of things, but I assure you he has only remained my business partner, not because he is my brother, but because he has cleaned up his act. I guarantee you will find nothing but a clean business record for the past two years."
"Yes, I am aware of that, and while that is true, it is also true that you have only been in business for six years. There are no records long enough that ensure this pattern will not be repeated," she said.
"Forgive me when I say, I find that a little insulting," Michael said. "I slipped up, it doesn't mean I will do so again. My brother has already told me I will be without a job if that ever happens again."
"It is nothing personal, Mr. Weston, it's just smart business. We have to protect our own interests."
"Please, do not make my brother pay for my mistakes," Michael said to her.
"That is not my decision to make. My job is to find out all of the legal dealings within the business we may associate with and I have done that. The rest is up to Kyoya and Tamaki," she said.
Before the conversation could continue, a middle aged gentleman walked up to them.
"Good evening, Ohtori-sama, if I am not interrupting anything, might I have a word with your wife. An urgent business matter has come up and I need her advice rather immediately."
"Of course, Ichinose-sama, we can continue our discussion when Haruhi has finished helping you," Kyoya said.
"Thank you, I shall return her quickly," he said bowing to the group of men.
"Ichinose? Isn't that the name of one of the big hotel conglomerates here in Japan?" Thomas asked.
"He is the hotel conglomerate in Japan," Kyoya said.
"And he seeks your wife out for legal advice?" Michael asked.
"She is his legal advisor on the side. He refuses to make any business deals without consulting Haruhi first. As you can see, Mr. Weston, my wife is much more than a pretty face attached to a beautiful body. She is one of the greatest minds of this generation. It is an insult to her brilliant intelligence to call her mere arm candy. If you refer to her that way again, I will personal see to it that the Westons never do business in Japan," Kyoya said.
"Surely your word alone does not influence the business done all over Japan?" Michael said, shocked by Kyoya's threat.
"Doesn't it? Feel free to test that theory if you must," Kyoya said.
"There is nothing to test, Mr. Ohtori," Thomas said glaring daggers at his brother. "You must forgive him, he is used to more casual business settings."
"Then perhaps you should remind him that you are no longer in America," Kyoya said smoothly.
Haruhi returned to his side. He put his arm around her waist.
"I think I have had enough business for one night. Please leave your full proposal with Tamaki and after careful consideration we shall get together for any further discussions. Haruhi, would you like to dance?" Kyoya asked, giving her his full attention.
"I would love to," she said taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
After a bit of dancing, they circled the room twice, making sure to talk to every one who mattered, and some who didn't, because…you never know. After that they returned to the dance floor.
Haruhi looked at her husband. "So, what do you think of the Weston's?"
"I think Thomas is a fool for allowing his brother to be a business partner. I think that man is dead weight who will surely drag his brother down with him. Which is a shame, for I rather liked the older one," Kyoya said.
"Then you're not going to do business with them," she guessed.
"I will not make that determination until I read his final proposal and have you do a little more digging. Right now, I have no interest in the Weston brothers," he said, looking down at her and smirking.
"Is that so," she said. "Might I ask what you are interested in at this moment?"
"All evening I have been interested in a certain spy who has captivated my attention," he said.
"Oh, what a coincidence, I have had my eye on a certain spy as well," she said.
"Is that right? Care to tell me what it is about him that caught your eye?"
"Well, for starters, he is too good looking for his own good. I am not the only woman who has had her eye on him. Not that I can blame them, he does do justice to a tight pair of leather pants. But if I am being honest with you, his looks are not his most attractive feature," she said.
"Really? What is his most attractive feature?" he asked.
"Well, you see, I've known him since high school. We used to call him the shadow king because he is so ruthless when doing business. He takes no prisoners, but I will admit I get quite turned on by how scary he can be," she said.
"So, you're into dangerous men?"
"Maybe. What about you?"
"What about me?" he asked.
"What about the spy who has caught your attention?"
"Like you, I have known her since high school. Her mind is as hot as her body, but I must confess, when she is dressed for a mission, I have a hard time concentrating on her brain," he said.
She looked at him. He was facing away from the dim light, so there was no glare on his glasses to hide his emotions from her. The passion in his eyes stirred something inside of her.
"I think I am done with this party," she whispered as she pressed herself against him.
"Oh, is there something else you would rather be doing?" he asked.
"Yes, I would rather take that spy home with me," she said.
"I think he will whole heartedly agree," he said.
"That's good news," she said.
"Indeed," he said, grabbing her hand and taking her off the dance floor.
After saying goodbye to the Suoh's, the Weston's, and their boys, they got into their limo. Kyoya raised the dividing glass and yanked Haruhi onto his lap.
"You really did look incredible tonight. Every time that Weston guy looked at you I wanted to punch him," Kyoya admitted as he began kissing her neck.
"A cowboy has nothing on a spy, and that man has nothing on you, Kyoya, no man does," she said, before running her hands through his hair, pulling his head back, and kissing him for all she was worth.
"I don't think I can make it home," he said fingering the zipper at her neck.
"You have to, love, unless you want Tachibana to open the door for us in the middle of it," she said.
"I shall pass on that," he said running his hands up and down her petite frame.
They were home in no time, and Kyoya didn't even wait for their door to be opened for them before pulling her out of the limo and racing her to their bedroom. Once inside, he pushed her against the wall, and pressed himself to her back.
"What are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly.
"I am getting you out of this as quickly as possible. While you look delectable in it, I have been tortured long enough," he said pulling the zipper down roughly.
"Tortured?" she asked.
"You still don't understand, do you, what your body does for lycra, what your body has done to me," he said pressing himself against her. "Can you feel it, Haruhi, can you feel what you do to me?"
He ran his fingers along her back as he peeled the body suit off of her. She spun around making quick work of his utility belt.
"I know what you mean, you and leather were made for each other, Kyoya," she said as they continued to undress each other.
He grabbed her face and kissed her as he backed her up to their bed. She fell down upon it, he landed heavily on top of her.
She barely flinched and when he went to move so he wouldn't crush her, she pulled him closer.
"Don't," she whispered. "I want to feel your weight upon me."
He growled into their kiss, biting her lips then soothing the slight sting with his tongue. His lips moved down her neck, nipping and sucking and soothing.
"Kyoya," she moaned, and he wanted her more in that moment than he had all night long. He straddled himself above her so he could reach over and place his glasses on the night stand.
When he looked down at her he made no move to get closer. He just stared at her.
"What is it?" she asked, surprised he suddenly stopped.
"Nothing, just thinking about that night at the beach house, and how badly I wanted to kiss you. I wanted you as badly as I do right now," he said.
"As far as I know I have no lessons to learn, so what's stopping you?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said, before running his lips along every inch of her skin.
"Kyoya, please stop the torture," she whimpered as her body moved beneath his.
"How do you wish for me to do that, Haruhi?" he asked.
"You know how," she panted.
"Tell me," he demanded, as he pinned her wrists above her head.
"I want you, I always want you," she whispered, arching her body into his.
He kissed her fiercely, and in one swift move, he became a part of her. His kiss deepened as he moved above her. She whimpered into his mouth moving right along with him.
She bit his bottom lip, pulling it, sucking on it, until he growled and let go of her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her and pull her tighter against him.
He had no idea if it was the way that Weston guy looked at her, or the way she was dressed all evening, or the way she felt in her bikini pressed against him earlier in the day, or a combination of all of those things, but he couldn't get close enough to her.
After all the years they had been together, he still felt like a teenager around her. Still felt the way he did in college when he knew he couldn't make it home, and so he ravaged her in hidden rooms, secret stairwells, and once on the beach beneath a wooden board walk.
She felt so damn good, and she kissed him so perfectly, and moaned so seductively. She was hot, and sweet, and she was all his. He had never loved another, never wanted any other girl, never would.
"Kyoya," she cried his name as she raked her nails down his back. The sweet sound of her voice combined with the hot sting on his back pulled him from his thoughts. Her body was tensing, she was close, he was pushing her further and further, and when he pushed her as far as she could go, he felt her free fall, but she didn't go alone. She pulled him right along with her, just as she always did.
"Haruhi," he moaned as he stilled above her, whispering her name like a prayer. He collapsed on top of her, holding her close. He tried to move so he wouldn't crush her, but once again she stopped him.
"Don't move yet," she whispered. "You're so warm, and your heart is beating so fast. I want to feel it slow down with mine."
He looked at her. Her red lipstick was long gone, probably smeared on his own lips, but he didn't care.
"I love you, Haruhi," he whispered.
"I love you, too," she whispered back.
He closed his eyes and savored her soft, warm skin pressed against his own. He had been wrong earlier by the pool, this was the most content he had ever felt in his life.
A/N:(again) well, here it is. I felt like it got a little too wordy and descriptive for a one-shot. Sorry, I'm new to these. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoyed Haruhi and Kyoya's future, or at least my take on it. Hope to hear from you. Arigato!