The snow was coming down hard and fast, and the moon was at its highest point in the sky by the time Kyoya and Haruhi began.

Kyoya brushed aside Haruhi's bangs and kissed her on the forehead as his hand trailed down from her shoulder, brushing past her breast, and ending up on the tie that held her kimono together. He slid the knot off with one hand. They both remained silent, both waited for a protest. In the back of his mind, Kyoya silently begged for her to tell him to stop, to run away from him screaming, lock herself away and never speak to him again. He thought about the child he was stealing away into the night as he traced a finger down her neck, then between her breasts, exposing more and more skin the farther down he went. Her breathing picked up only a little by the time he reached below her bellybutton, and he stopped there.

He placed a hand on her waist, and sighed. Her skin was so white in the moonlight it was almost translucent. Nothing was opaque on her. He felt like he could see everything, from the blue veins crisscrossing her body, to her small bones, all the way to her pretty little organs and her tiny heart, like a caged animal, trying to be free. If he wasn't too careful, she'd fall apart in his arms, like wet paper. He could break her so easily if he wanted to. She'd just disappear and fly away into the snowy night...

"Listen..." his voice was smooth. He knew he should be nervous, but all he could feel was worry and want for the nymph below him. "I have no intention of stopping once we start this. There would be no point. Please understand..." The pleading was there, but Haruhi only noticed it subconsciously.

She nodded.

Kyoya felt like crying then, not entirely sure why. He brushed the feeling aside for now, to be analyzed later. His face never betrayed his inner turmoil. For now, he placed a hand on her chest, and then glided it over to the left. The kimono still kept her covered; he didn't dare look at her like that yet. He played with it softly, fingers doing their little tap-tap before taking a tiny nipple under his thumb. Haruhi twitched, and then sighed, looking away.

"Is this OK?" Kyoya whispered it, doing his best to be kind.

"It... Your finger is a little rough." She gave an apologetic look to him.

He raised two fingers and tapped them on her mouth.

"Suck."

She obliged, grasping his hand with her little paws and twirled her tongue around his fingers. It was his turn to twitch and sigh. He never knew a mouth could be so soft.

He pulled his fingers out reluctantly, and set back to work on the same spot. She took in a long breath when his fingers hit its now hardened target. Encouraged, Kyoya leaned down and kissed her neck, careful not to hurt the glass that seemed to be holding her together. She turned her head to the side, allowing him better access. He used his other hand to caress her earlobe. She shivered at the multiple sensations. Haruhi reached up and let an arm fall over his shoulder, and ran a shaking hand through Kyoya's hair. He leaned his head into her hand, and stopped for only a moment, before returning to her neck. He lightly bit at it, then licked. Then bit again, harder. She grunted at the bite, then tightened her grip on his hair for a moment. Kyoya pushed her head to the side, got close to the hairline on the back of her head, and sucked. She gasped at the feeling, not understanding what he was doing.

"What was-?"

He breathed into her ear, making her realize how truly exposed she was.

Haruhi was not the most romantic person you would ever meet, nor was she the most sexual. She was used to putting up a big wall when she realized she was being flirted with, coldly throwing all advances back in the culprits face. Sometimes a very direct proposition was thrown her way, and she unabashedly brushed those aside as well. She did sometimes wonder what would happen if the twins actually tried anything with her, they were already accustomed to licking her face when food fell on it and kissing her earlobe as a greeting.

Her date with Hikaru had been the closest she had ever been to actually doing much of anything with anybody, and that was only a brief thought that flashed in her mind before she pushed it aside and fell asleep. With that in mind, she wasn't entirely sure what happened to put her in the situation she was in now. She tried to mentally walk backwards through her day, but was unable to think clearly due to what Kyoya's hands and what his mouth were doing to her.

Haruhi never thought much about sex, she never even understood what the point of it would be except for procreation, and she wasn't particularly fond of children either. This was a bit different though. She was willing to accept those funny little sensations every time he touched her. It felt very natural to just lay here like this, and all too easy to just let what would happen, happen. She was shocked out of her reprieve when she felt the cold air wash over her chest.

Kyoya had started tracing little kisses down her neck, opening her kimono and finally looking at her previously untouched breast. It was a tiny little white hill on the sea of glass, blue veins more pronounced. He leaned down and gave it a tap with the tip of his tongue. It was so soft Haruhi barely noticed it, but her body responded more accordingly. He placed his lips around it and traced circles with his tongue. Haruhi let out a barely audible moan, turning her head towards the back of the couch. Her hand clenched in his hair. He continued this action and let his hand slide down her side, reaching the line of her underwear. He rested his hand on her thigh and slid a finger under the little line of cloth, rubbing her hip bone with his forefinger, the line between her vulva and her thigh with his thumb. He took note of how warm it was there, and stopped his mouth and rose himself up. For the first time, he truly understood his silly innuendos from earlier that night. He slipped his thumb under the cloth, and rubbed along the side of the lips, eliciting another sharp intake of breath from Haruhi. He felt around more, noticing how soft she was all over.

"You shave." It wasn't a question. Haruhi looked at him with glazed eyes. She gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged her shoulders in response. Kyoya thought about pursuing it more, (what could she possibly have to gain from doing that?) But he had all the time in the world for that later.

For now he moved his thumb out from under her underwear, and tugged on the side. Haruhi looked away as she lifted her hips just enough to allow him access. He slipped them off with one hand and tossed them to the side. He lowered himself down enough to enable him to look towards her newly exposed rump, and made a questioning noise in his throat upon seeing it.

"Something wrong, Senpai?" Haruhi said with a light voice, crossing her legs as she did so.

Kyoya shook his head and placed his hands on her thighs.

"You're a vir - this is your first time." He rubbed the inside of her right thigh as punctuation. His voice was almost sad.

"Well, what did you expect? Honestly..." Haruhi's eyes lost expression and she stared past him at the ceiling.

"I think this is in order, in that case." He pulled himself up, and studied her for only a moment before touching his lips to hers.

Haruhi was surprised at the touch. His face was a black blur to her; it was impossible to read his emotions. She pushed her head up enough for her to return the touch, pushing a little bit to deepen the kiss as she did so. Kyoya responded, deepening the kiss further. They continued in this fashion until they were wrapped around each other, searching each others mouths with their tongues, noting how the other tasted. Haruhi broke the kiss and flung her head to the side, gasping for air. Kyoya grunted in frustration and kissed her harder than before, wincing a little when their teeth clacked together, but ignored it and continued.

Without breaking their kiss, Kyoya reached down and placed a hand between Haruhi's thighs, gently prying them open, then placed his hand on her exposed warmth. He was pleased to see she was already wet. She grunted and broke the kiss once more, trying to catch her breath, and gasped when he slid a finger along her opening. He moved smoothly, responding with his touch according to her breathing. When she let a particularly long moan, he pushed a finger inside her, eliciting a small "ah" to escape her lips.

She tried to hide her face, covering her mouth with both her hands. She suddenly had to stop herself from thinking about where exactly they were. She was almost worried someone would walk in at that exact moment. She groaned audibly.

How am I gonna explain this to the guys?

Kyoya mistook her groan for one of pleasure, and inserted another finger, silencing her thoughts.

He was pumping her faster than before, and when he leaned down and tapped his tongue along her nub, she bit onto her hand to stifle the moan that she almost let out. It was starting to be too much for her to take, and she felt her body twitch and spasm as all thought was lost to her. He used one hand to lift her hips up, removing his fingers from her and replacing them with his tongue. She had a harder time holding back her moans now. He pulled on her hips, demanding that she release.

She obeyed.

By then Haruhi had curled up around him, and when she was done she fell down gasping, and pulled herself into a fetal position, her arms between her legs. She twitched.

Kyoya sat himself up and wiped his mouth. He adjusted his glasses before turning his attention to his now painful erection. Equally painful was his realization that he was still fully dressed, and Haruhi was very much not.

A miscalculation on my part.

He looked towards Haruhi again. Proud as he was at what he had accomplished, he still had a problem, and Haruhi was nearly passed out.

Should I? Should...I? No, I really shouldn't. Oh well.

Kyoya removed his glasses slowly, folding them and placing them on the nearby table neatly. He stood up and forced Haruhi to sit up, despite her groans of protest. He knelt before her so they were at eye level with each other. She looked at his face, glassy eyed, and let her eyes travel downward, spotting the bulge under his kimono. She grabbed behind her neck and sniffed.

"I-umm...oh." The glaze over her eyes disappeared. Kyoya could almost hear the gears in her head whirring in thought. He smiled at her, daring her to make the next move. Haruhi studied his face, looking for hints.

Huh, he really does look good without his glasses on. Actually, he also looks pretty good without a shirt- ah.

Haruhi had to stop herself from smiling.

He probably planned that too.

"I'm gonna need you to stand up." He smirked, and obliged. She reached over to undo his kimono, growing redder every second as she fumbled with the knot. Haruhi felt incredibly stupid for a few more seconds before managing to break it loose.

"Ah hah!" She yelled triumphantly, feeling a little sheepish a second later.

"I wouldn't be congratulating myself just yet, you know." Kyoya was using his pleasant host voice, making Haruhi giggle. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked down at her, and his face was intense, sobering her up instantly. She shook her head and turned her attention back to the task at hand.

She reached over and placed her hands on his hips, trailing down before feeling hair underneath her palms. She hesitated when she started to move her right hand farther down. He helped guide her hand, pushing the kimono aside. Haruhi cocked her head at seeing him for the first time.

I thought they'd be a lot...weirder looking than this. It just has that funny mushroom thing on the tip of it.

Curiosity rivaled her nervousness, and she poked the head before leaning forward and giving it a tiny lick. She jumped when it twitched.

It's like it has a mind of its own!

Forcing herself to sober up when Kyoya was obviously starting to lose his patience, (He had been lightly drumming his fingers on her shoulder, as if bored,) she leaned forward and licked a few more times before taking him into her mouth, careful not to let her teeth touch it. He sighed and leaned himself forward on her shoulders, restraining himself from essentially raping her mouth. She pushed until the head was entirely in her mouth, running her tongue along it as she went. He gripped her shoulder tighter. Gaining confidence, she swallowed, took a deep breath through her nose, and picked up her pace. It wasn't until Kyoyas breathing also gained speed that she realized she wanted him to feel exactly the way she had felt several minutes ago. She forced herself to push further, a new goal in mind. She let her hands wander around his area, feeling the rough hairs then his smooth skin, all the while trying her best to keep a brisk pace.

Kyoya laid his head down on her shoulder with a little moan escaping his lips, and whispered her name.

He abruptly shot up and pushed her back by the shoulders. She hit the back of the couch, hard. Confused and stunned at the sudden action, she felt hurt. Her face turned red with embarrassment, thinking she'd done something horribly wrong. As if reading her mind, he shook his head, then caught her wrists and pinned them by her head. He looked grave.

"I told you earlier I had no intention of stopping. That still holds true." He forced her legs open with his knee, and pushed his hips forward until he was touching her still damp opening.

"Kyoya?"

"Mmm?" He felt excited hearing his name without an honorific. He shivered with anticipation.

"Will it hurt?" She sounded tiny, and her voice cracked. She felt childish asking the question.

"Yes." And he plunged into her.

Haruhi had heard before that sex felt like a lot of pressure at first. That's why people enjoyed it so much, after all. All it took was some getting used to, and before you knew it, it was addicting as all hell. Now she felt dumb and gullible for believing that. This, by no stretch of the word, felt like pressure. She barely had time to cover her mouth before she screamed. She couldn't believe that something that felt so soft in her mouth moments ago now felt like a knife ripping her apart. She found it even harder to believe that Kyoya could be enjoying this. He was moving slowly, but that only extended the pain. She tried to close herself up, but this only made him close his eyes and stay just where he was. She moaned and tried to push him away, but he only wrapped his arms around her and held her lower back where it was, preventing her from escape.

"Just grab on to me, you can bite and scratch all you want." She didn't particularly feel like disagreeing. He resumed his painfully slow movements, and she squeaked and bit his shoulder, hard. Another slow push, and she sunk her tiny claws into his back, making him hiss in pain. He responded by going faster, taking the abuse in stride. She let out her screams against his shoulder, eventually breaking the skin with her teeth and tasting blood. She removed herself from him, and begged him to come. It was impossible to stand it any longer, if he kept up his agonizing pace she really would break in two, she was sure of it. Tears sprung to her eyes. He went faster, and she noticed that the faster he went, the less pain came to her. She tried to move her hips with him, and the pain dulled even more. His pace picked up even more and she met it without feeling how tired the action was making her. He kissed her ear, and let himself breath hard into it. Haruhis screams turned to moans and she laid her head down on his shoulder. She turned her head to the side when it began to hurt again, and bit and sucked at his neck. The action made Kyoya snap, and with one last pulse and moan, he was done. He pulled out just in time.

They remained posed for a moment, gasping for breath, before Kyoya fell on Haruhi, becoming complete deadweight. She let out a slight "oof" as the breath was knocked out of her, but she let him lay there. An odd mixture of feelings hit Haruhi just then. She desperately wanted to clean herself up, she also wanted to just chop off her burning rump so she wouldn't have to deal with the shock-waves of pain hitting her. She was simultaneously enjoying the adrenaline that coursed through her body because of the mixture of pain and pleasure, and felt reluctant to let it end. She was happy that it was over, but a part of her wanted the closeness again. Most surprising to her, she felt ravenously hungry. She gingerly pushed Kyoya up. He grunted and reluctantly stood up. She moved herself out of the wetspot on the couch, covering herself up with the kimono. Kyoya swayed for a second before almost falling on the table behind him. He regained his balance, and snatched his glasses up before taking a step back and examining the couch. He winced. Blood and sperm, along with any other of the many fluids that had escaped from them, had soaked the pretty tan cushion. It was a mess.

He raised an arm, and pointed towards the spot. His glasses glinted.

"This couch," he declared with a regal voice, "can not be sat on."

Haruhi looked to where he was pointing, and sighed.

"Am I going to have to pay for that too?" She had a look of disdain on her face.

"Well even though it is your fault, given the, eh hem, circumstances, I'll let it slide." Haruhi shot an angry look at him, but relaxed when she saw him chuckling. Kyoya raised his hand in an attempt to appear sincere.

"I'm sorry, really, I forgot my sense of humor is lacking." Haruhi started to laugh, but hissed in pain at the movement. Kyoyas face dropped and he strode over to her and opened her kimono. She too, was covered in blood, though how it managed to get all over her inner thighs he wasn't quite sure. A surge of guilt went through him.

And I thought I was being so careful not to break her...

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Can you walk?"

"I... I don't think so." Haruhi moved like she was going to stand up, but the pain was too much. The adrenaline had all but evaporated, and the pain was real and sharp. Kyoya scooped her up easily and carried her to their little bathroom. He set her down slowly next to the tub, and started running a bath for her.

"Kyoya, why is there a bath in here, if I may ask?"

"I had it installed a year before you came around. The others enjoyed food fights at the time a little too much, and we can't have hosts running around the school to get to the showers looking like that, now can we?"

"Uh, right."

Man, they're so shallow.

"Now, do you require my assistance here or...?"

"Oh uh..." She wanted him to stay around, but then her stomach growled. "There's no need, I can take care of myself from here. But some food would be amazing. If it's not a problem or anything."

"I could manage that, I think. And don't worry, I won't charge you."

"Aren't we past all that?"

Kyoya thought.

"No, no I don't think we are." And he walked out, closing the door behind him.

Good to see he hasn't gone all mushy on me, I guess.

When she had eased herself into the bath, the heat stung at first, then relaxed the soreness a little. It wasn't until after she had relaxed fully that she looked down to examine herself, only to stiffen again. She hadn't before noticed the obscene amount of blood covering her lower region. For a split second she thought she was going to die, and thought about screaming for Kyoya to come help her. The second passed, and she was relieved to see that it washed away easily. She leaned back and thought about what had happened. It seemed like a blur. She wondered what time it was. Then she wondered what would happen next. She had a lot of questions for Kyoya.

After scrubbing herself thoroughly, she dried herself off and tied her kimono around her. She felt much better, but could still go for a good meal. Haruhi stepped out to the main part of the club room, smiling.

Kyoya had moved the soiled couch to the side of the room, and replaced it with the couch that was previously adjacent to it. He had also gone through the trouble to lay her out an entire sushi platter, along with two bowls of rice. He had been picking at it himself when he heard Haruhis bare feet hit the floor across the room. She was smiling, but that surge of guilt hit him again upon seeing her. She wasn't walking right. Not quite a limp, but there was definitely something off there. He couldn't help but feel worried that he really had harmed her, but as long as she was smiling... She sat down next to him and spoke a quick thank you before eating like she hadn't eaten in weeks. She looked absolutely radiant.

Leave it to Haruhi to show more passion towards the food than to me. He picked up a piece of sushi and tried not to let it bother him too much, and instead let the relief that he felt upon seeing that she didn't seem to be in too much pain wash over him.

Within minutes she had fallen on her side, groaning that she would never eat again as long as she lived.

"If it bothers you that much, why did you eat like that?"

"Your fault for bringing me so much food."

"Well pardon me for trying to be a nice-... A good person." Haruhi didn't respond. She groaned again and forced herself to sit up. Kyoya was sipping at a soda, not looking at her.

"What time do you think it is, Senpai?" Kyoya looked out the window for the first time in ages. The moon was not visible, but the snow was still coming down in droves.

"Past midnight, at least. You're free to call me by my name instead of that silly honorific you know. You did it fine earlier." Haruhi tried to remember when she said his name, then blushed.

"Uh so, Kee-yoh-yaah, where does this, uh, put us?"

He stared into his soda.

"I'm...not quite sure actually. You should know, however, I am not in the habit of having one night stands with friends. I'll figure out what to do soon."

"So we're friends then?" Haruhi looked happy.

"Well I was hoping you would have thought of me as your friend long before now, and was equally hoping you'd consider me at least a tad bit more than a friend by now, but if this is what it takes to be friends with me, I can see I was mistaken."

Haruhi was taken aback, but quickly tried to remedy her mistake.

"That's not what I meant, really. I was just worried that you didn't like me at all..." Kyoya looked at her, surprise on his face for the briefest second, but then it disappeared. He chuckled.

"Haruhi...For such an incredibly intelligent girl, you really are dumb sometimes." He laughed softly before ruffling her hair.

Kyoya being playful? Creepy.

"So...we'll decide what to do later then?" Haruhi said quietly, brushing a hand through her hair.

"I think that sounds acceptable. After all," his voice became like velvet, and an evil grin spread across his face. Haruhi's stomach sank, "we are trapped here for two more days."

Oh no...