Kyoya and Haruhis absence went completely unnoticed to their respective families, but their closest friends were wrought with worry about the two of them. For the most part. Actually, Tamaki was most likely the only one to suspect anything after Friday night. To lose contact with Haruhi was one thing but... Kyoya? It was unheard of. Tamaki had taken it upon himself to locate them. It was the case of the missing hosts, and soon enough he had gathered the remaining non-missing hosts to deduct their location, and they all quietly sneaked into the most top secret area Tamaki could think of. (His basement.) Tamaki explained to them with a heavy heart that Haruhi and Kyoya had most likely been kidnapped and forced into slavery in some god-forsaken poor person country, being starved slowly. Both of them had become prostitutes just to stay alive. It was all up to the almighty Host Club to find out who the culprit is, and to bring home the pair, even though they were both thoroughly raped at this point.
Tamaki had just started giving each member of the investigative team a country to look in before all attention had been devoted to the twins sneaking up behind Honey and tickling him. Chaos ensued, consisting of an all out tickle brawl between the three. Tamaki looked at Mori desperately, but he only shrugged in response. Tears of despair welled up in Tamaki's eyes as one twin flew across his line of sight, having been caught in a judo throw.
Why me?
It would be a long time before anyone would suspect what exactly was happening in the third music room of Ouran High School. Meanwhile, a very comfortable Kyoya was roused from his sleep at a very odd feeling. Haruhis mouth had gone slack and a tiny puddle of drool was accumulating on his chest. Trying to handle the situation as delicately as possible, he pulled Haruhi off of him and moved slowly towards the side of the bed, trying his absolute best not to wake the still sleeping Haruhi. She didn't exactly have the face of an angel when she slept, Kyoya observed. He had heard before that women always managed to mutate overnight, but her awkwardness and her ruffled appearance was still very... Cute, he supposed. He stumbled towards the general direction of the bathroom, cursing the darkness and the obvious lateness of the hour, and cursing more when he stubbed his toe on an ill placed footrest. Eventually, he somehow made it to the bathroom, feeling weary after making the long journey, but luckily with only a few battle scars to show for it.
What the hell are you supposed to do about a stubbed toe? Damn it.
He shook off the pain as he wiped his chest down. Kyoya looked in the mirror and grimaced.
Maybe men can mutate overnight too...
He looked almost frightening: His hair was sticking up in every direction, and his skin had lost all of its glow and he was ghost pale. His eyes were puffy and unfocused, making his face look like it was stuck in a permanent scowl. The phrase "low blood pressure demon lord" came to mind for some bizarre reason, but Kyoya waved the thought away and resigned himself to a bath in an attempt to regain some pride.
He lowered himself into the steaming tub, feeling slightly more at ease within minutes.
Kyoya savored sleep, since he always seemed to get so little thanks to his late nights, lighted only by the faint blue glow of a computer screen. He never really had a bed time, but he understood the concept of responsibility better than most, to say the least, so he always ended up getting very little sleep. Every minute of the nights sweet embrace was precious.
Bathing was something he equally savored. It was impossible for him to bring an electronic device with him, so it gave him time to relax and think about anything he felt like thinking about, something that he wasn't normally used to.
It was no different on this occasion. Kyoya let his mind wander, and this time it wandered to Haruhi. It was probably around this time the night before that he had stolen her innocence. He enjoyed it, of course, God had he enjoyed it, but there was still that little feeling of guilt, that little twinge of pain in his chest that stung him when he thought about the black bruise on her neck, about the way she walked with that loose stride she now had, but most of all about her apparent indifference towards it all. Kyoya couldn't believe that she really did feel so neutral about everything, and figured she was just hiding her true pain.
He had his own injuries and scratches from the night before, namely a circular wound on his left shoulder that would probably remain as a scar to remind him of the pain he put her through, and he hadn't dared look at the state of his back yet. He felt some raw spots, especially in the hot water, but they only made those pangs of guilt all the more intense.
But his wounds were different. He had indeed lost his virginity, but he wasn't walking differently, he didn't have a part of him broken forever.
And all that blood...
Kyoyas throat clenched as his head fell to his chest, and almost cried for the second time in twenty four hours.
Maybe having so much time to think isn't so great after all.
He smiled and tried his best to regain his composure. He had said before that showing emotions was a normal thing for him, but that was mostly a lie. He certainly felt those funny feelings, but even when no one was around, showing emotions like that just wasn't him.
Kyoya lost his cool again when a sleepy Haruhi opened the door. It took a split second for her to register what she was seeing, and to slam the door closed.
So much for a relaxing bath.
"I-I'm sorry!" Haruhi was rooted to the floor, too enveloped in shock and embarrassment to move.
"You know you're welcome to join me!" Kyoya called out.
Even after all that, I still manage to blurt out things like that. Maybe I am a pervert.
Haruhis embarrassment escalated.
"No, I'll be going,"
"I wouldn't mind the company, it has been awfully lonely being separated from you this past ten minutes or so,"
"I'm walking away now!"
Kyoya let himself smile as he slicked back his hair. He waited patiently for exactly thirty seconds.
"How's that walking away going?"
"Just fine thanks," Haruhis voice was no farther away.
"My offer still stands!"
Haruhi stood extremely still, practically holding her breath, staring at the door. For a tense moment, Haruhi reached for the doorknob, just out of curiosity to see what would happen. She stood there posed for a moment, as if scared of what was on the other side. She wasn't very good at thinking through her actions. Her fingers tapped on the brass.
What the fuck am I doing?
She started to put pressure on the doorknob, and turned it just slightly. Kyoya saw the movement on the other side and panicked. He didn't think she'd actually follow through. He barely even registered his own movement as he teleported to the door and threw it open, sending Haruhi flying backwards. She landed on her back, dazed.
Oh my God I killed her.
Kyoya rushed over to Haruhi and unknowingly straddled her as he looked for signs of life, cupping her cheek.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"
Haruhi sprung back to life.
"I'm fine, you didn't hurt me, get a grip will ya? Honestly I wasn't going to- um..." Haruhi had been trying to push Kyoya off of her when she was suddenly very aware of how very naked he was. Kyoya looked confused for a moment before reality kicked back in. With one movement he forced Haruhi onto her stomach so she couldn't see him, and ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Haruhi pushed herself up off the floor. She was beet red and more than flustered, not to mention her clothes were now damp from Kyoyas soaking body. She had been groggy and still half asleep what seemed like only a second ago, but she was now completely awake. She didn't feel like it at the moment, but she figured she'd better apologize now before he did something drastic to her for seeing him like that. She walked nervously back to the bathroom door, taking care not to touch it this time.
"Kyoya? I'm sorry about all that,"
Silence for a moment. Haruhis heart skipped a beat.
"Just a minute. Please go wait elsewhere,"
Haruhi stiffly turned around and sat on a couch, feeling distressed.
Why me? Any other time I could just leave and deal with this later...
After Kyoya slammed the door behind him, he fell on the ground, panting. His nerves were pent up, and he had the weirdest erection. He cursed his weakness and his careless action. He knows she wouldn't have actually went in there with him, why did he have to say such careless things to her? And now he was stuck in there until his erection went away. For good measure, he cursed the male anatomy.
He told Haruhi to wait, and he stood up slowly and dressed quietly, trying very hard not to think of anything even mildly attractive.
Kyoya walked out a good five minutes later, his movements almost robotic as he sat next to Haruhi, startling her. He stared straight ahead into space, everything from his body language to his face screaming neutrality. Haruhi leaned forward and choked out an apology.
"Uh... Kyoya? I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you, I promise to never do anything like that again,"
He stiffly turned his head to the side slightly to look at her, before swallowing and uttering a response.
"That last bit... Isn't something that would make me happy,"
"Then uh, why did you freak out?"
"You surprise me with almost everything you do. It's a gift I swear,"
"Your fault for egging me on. I wasn't really planning on going in," Haruhi thought for a moment and added an afterthought, "I think,"
Kyoya turned his head slightly more, becoming a bit more like himself.
"You think? Fascinating, but I don't think I feel like analyzing various actions right now. Let's just go with flow for now, so to speak,"
Haruhi bit her lower lip as something clicked in her head. It was crazy, but what the heck, she was full of all sorts of insane ideas tonight.
"Sounds like a plan," and before Kyoya had a chance to respond, Haruhi wrapped her arms around his neck and joined her mouth with his.
Kyoya felt a little bit like he was eating his own words as Haruhi kissed him. It was very sudden and unexpected, but by no means unwelcome. He didn't move. Kyoya just wasn't sure what to do.
When he didn't respond immediately, Haruhi raked a hand through his hair, causing him to close his eyes and return the kiss. He started to resume his normal dominance, embracing her and pulling her close, attempting to push her back. Haruhi wouldn't have it, and fought back, pressing herself closer to him and raked another hand through his hair. They both silently fought for dominance, moving closer to each other every second until there was nothing between them. Haruhi unwrapped her arms from Kyoyas neck and grabbed on to his shoulders, pushing him back into the couch as she straddled him quickly, never once breaking their kiss. Kyoya wasn't aware of her movements until she was on top of him, she leaning down to kiss him. Kyoya grunted as she rubbed her pelvis across his.
This is bad, I have to stop this.
Kyoya broke the kiss and grasped onto Haruhi tightly, forcing her into a hug. She struggled and groaned, but she couldn't move.
"H-Haruhi, p-please stop. I can't..." Kyoya held her close, feeling Haruhis warm body next to him and her warmth on his groin was too much. He wouldn't be able to hold back if she moved anymore. He felt strangely empty.
Haruhi didn't respond with words, but nipped at his earlobe, causing him to shiver
"You'll only hurt yourself, I can't let that happen, please Haru- Ah!" Haruhi had moved her head as far back behind his as it would go, and sucked on his neck. His eyes dilated as he let his head fall to the side. She moved her hand up his sides, her tiny fingers sending chills around his whole body.
Since pulling her closer wasn't working, he tried pushing her away. He was thoroughly weakened, but he managed to push her to the side. Haruhi hesitated when she felt the gap between her and Kyoya, allowing him enough time to stand up. Kyoya steadied himself, trying hard to catch his breath, and looked down at Haruhi. She had a hand held out towards him, but she let it fall in her lap when he turned around. Haruhi had never seen Kyoya so wide-eyed before.
"D-Did I mess up?" Haruhi gave Kyoya a repentant stare. His shoulders fell at the sight, and his remaining strength was drained from him. With great effort he worked his way over to their bed a few feet away and tossed his glasses aside as he sat down.
"No. No that was... Too much. Why would you do that? I've already hurt you once, I refuse to let myself do that again," Kyoya had never felt so tired and unsatisfied in his life, but he was determined to preserve that girl. He slouched over and let his head hang.
"Kyoya..." Haruhi stood up and quietly and sat down next to him. She placed her hand over his, and gave him a sad little smile. He glanced at her, his expression grave.
"I'm not that fragile, I can handle a lot more than you think I can. If you don't mind me saying so, I like it when you express yourself more. You really are a nice guy, you prove that over and over again, but you worry too much. I know it's hard, but it's ok to relax every once in a while, letting someone see how you feel isn't always bad thing,"
Kyoya Ootori was often under a lot of pressure. He had been strained almost since the day he was born. He was always the perfect son, the perfect student, and he tried to be the perfect everything to impress his Father. By middle school, he had certainly played the part well, and he had grown to appreciate the merits of going about his day smiling at everyone of importance, and befriending the most powerful people. He didn't care much for anyone, but that was ok, it was something he was used to.
That was when Tamaki barged his way into his life.
Tamaki let him grow beyond his cold persona, and he would never say it, but he was thankful. Things had changed for him so much since then. Kyoya would forever have a soft spot for his dear friend, and with a few rare nice words, Haruhi was starting to be a soft spot too. He had never shown much raw emotion to anyone save for Tamaki, but he could feel his heart break a little at Haruhis words.
Kyoya gently hugged her and rested his head on her shoulder.
"I'm so tired..." He let out a shaking breath, holding her close.
Haruhi hugged him back. She smiled when he couldn't see. They held each other for a million years, feeling a little more ok with the world. Kyoya pulled back, and Haruhi thought she saw the faintest glow of a single tear track on his left cheek. His face was calm as he tiredly placed a little kiss on Haruhis lips before falling back onto the bed. He wondered how late it was.
Haruhi wondered what exactly was going on in his head, and felt almost a little guilty, knowing that whatever he was thinking about that made him upset was probably her fault. It didn't seem like she had made Kyoya angry at her, there was definitely something there. She crawled over to him so she could look at his face, and was pleased to see he was still awake. He spoke quietly.
"Haruhi..." She cocked her head.
"My...slip out of character puts you in a lot of debt to me..."
Haruhi laughed.
Some things never change I guess.
"So I owe you my soul now?"
"Mmm, yes, I think that would suffice, but you know..." He turned his eyes towards her, and had to hold back a smile, "if you want, you can always pay me back with your body,"
"Yeah ok,"
"Wha- Oh," Kyoya raised a clenched fist to his mouth.
He should really learn to expect things like that more often. He wondered what the chances were of Haruhi being more compliant in the future, but his thoughts stopped when she inched closer to him and placed a hand on his chest. She opened his kimono a little and kissed his neck before pecking him on the lips once more.
"You have got to learn how to take a joke," and with that Kyoya pulled her down close enough to return her kisses.
Soon enough they were tangled in each other again, and Haruhi was again taking control, something Kyoya lamely fought back against. They took each others movements in stride, going a little farther every minute. Haruhi finally pulled away to catch a breath, and Kyoya made it decidedly harder for her to do so as he licked her neck, letting his hands wander over her back. Haruhi shivered when he hit a sensitive spot on her side, and Kyoya took advantage of the opportunity and snaked a hand under her kimono, feeling her soft skin for the first time in what seemed like years. She clenched a hand into Kyoyas shoulder, and he twitched at the slight pain.
Undeterred, he pushed Haruhi up and attempted to move on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him, making it impossible for him to move any further, and undid the knot holding his kimono together in the same second.
"You learn fast Haru-mm," She glided her hand across his abdomen, planting little kisses and nips with her teeth along his shoulder. He was becoming very aware of the way Haruhi was positioned on his lap, and tried to scoot back to alleviate the pressure, but with little success. Instead he quietly accepted it as he gripped the small of Haruhis back, pulling her closer as he traced little circles on her sensitive side.
They stopped their movements for a brief instant, bodies shivering. They both felt light-headed and a little lost, their respective bodies being the only real thing to them. Kyoya gained a sense of reality first and pushed Haruhi back, quickly regaining his normal position on top of her.
Ah, much better.
He inwardly smiled at his victory as he pulled up on her lower back, rendering her immobile. She took in a sharp breath at the sudden feeling of helplessness, and twitched. She tried to move her legs, but she was surprised to find that she may as well be paralyzed. Haruhi could only watch as he used his other hand to move her kimono down her shoulders, the cold air making her tense. and take a tiny erect nipple into his mouth.
Haruhi was used to always being the one to take care of herself, but the feeling of someone having having complete and utter control over her, with no hope of fighting back was somehow... Enthralling.
Am I a masochist? I shouldn't be enjoying this like I am.
"Ky-Kyoya," He grunted against her breast in response.
"I was uh, wondering..." This time he lifted his head from her in curiosity.
"I've heard of, um, it being 'rough.' What does that mean, exactly?"
Kyoya almost felt guilty, knowing what he would do then. Almost.
"If you want, I can show you..."
Kyoya reached around her head, stroking her cheek before clasping the back of her hair. He pulled her head back suddenly, and without missing a beat lowered his head to her neck. She gasped when he bit down on her, hard, clawing at her side with his spare hand. He shoved her legs apart with his knee as he momentarily bit at hard as he could before pulling up and releasing her hair. Haruhi raised a hand to her neck, touching the circular bruise there. She looked surprised, but not quite scared.
We'll just have to fix that then.
"Do you trust me?" Kyoya whispered as he lowered himself down so their hips were touching.
Haruhi stared up at him for a brief second, before nodding. She braced herself for whatever was to come.
"If you say so..." Kyoya placed a hand on her neck, and squeezed.
It was a strange sensation. It scared her, truly scared her, but she didn't fight back. She started taking deep breaths through her mouth as he moved back to her chest, and bit on her already tender nipple. The adrenaline and pleasure mixed with pain made her gasp. She felt dizzy when not enough air could make it into her lungs. Haruhi tried in vain to move once more, managing only a spasm, and moaned when he pulled her on her back.
Kyoya was surprised at how violently she responded to his touches when all he did was choke her a little. When her breathing picked up to a worrying rate, he released her throat and she arched her back, gasping for breath. He wondered how she could possibly be enjoying this as he grabbed her kimono and pulled it down and off of her, tossing it to the side. It left her clad only in her little plain undies. The wonder remained as he flipped her on to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. He grabbed both of Haruhis hands and pinned them above her with one hand, and pushed down on her back with the other. Kyoya sat there for a moment, waiting for a response.
Haruhi didn't try to move again. She could feel her heart pounding. The circulation was trickling out of her hands, and she ached all over. Her groin had a strange pain in it. For the first time, she felt the odd need to be truly close to Kyoya. She realized exactly what he could do with the position he put her in, and remembered the excruciating pain she experienced last time.
"I think I'm done with being rough for now, if you don't mind,"
Kyoya clenched his hand around her wrists tighter, and trailed his hand down her spine. She shivered when he reached the line of her underwear, and thrust her hips gently into the bed. It was impossible to see what he was doing. He inserted a forefinger under her the line of cloth, and traced forward towards her stomach. He hesitated on her stomach for just a moment before pushing ahead, rubbing a finger flatly along her lips.
"You're going to ruin these at this rate,"
"Sh-shut up,"
Kyoya pushed himself up on to his knees and pulled down on her underwear from the front, lifting her hips as he did so. Haruhi was now completely exposed, and she turned red the moment her underwear was completely removed from her. She felt more vulnerable than she had last time, laying there bound by Kyoyas unforgiving hand, and especially with her backside exposed to him. She wanted to turn around, but a kiss placed gently on the back of her neck calmed her slightly.
Kyoya had the urge to stop his actions and walk away the moment Haruhi was no longer clothed. He already somewhat regretted how rough he treated her earlier, and now he couldn't help but think that much of what he was doing felt like he was going to rape her. He remembered again how incredibly young she was. The thought was fascinating and terrifying all at once. Kyoya knew, however, that if he stopped now he would be left frustrated and unsatisfied, and he was already more on edge than he cared to admit. His urge to keep going outweighed his urge to stop, and he decided to go about the situation a bit more delicately, and thus kissed her bruised neck before speaking to her with as much kindness as he could muster at that point.
"I'd rather not hurt you like last, so I'd like to try something a little different. If that's ok,"
Not exactly as kind as I was hoping to convey...
Haruhis hands twitched, and Kyoya let her go. She nodded before burying her face in the bed. He eased down her body, and grabbed her hips, lifting them slightly. He could feel her tense beneath him.
"Please relax, this won't work otherwise,"
He leaned down and placed his tongue on her lips. Her legs opened slightly at his touch. Encouraged, he moved his tongue into her, making her sigh. He played with her with his tongue until she rocked slightly with each lick, her barely concealed moans becoming more and more audible. He removed himself from her, and situated himself at her entrance.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Kyoya stood up and ran swiftly to the kitchen. Haruhi turned her head towards the kitchen, and almost laughed when she saw him return with a towel. He placed it underneath him as he returned to his original position. He pulled up on her hips, sobering her up instantly.
"Alright, please relax now..." And he gently pushed into her.
Haruhi hadn't really felt the after effects from the night before. She felt a bit more sensitive during the day, but she was lucky enough to be a fast healer. This time, it didn't feel like Kyoya had intruded her with a knife, but it wasn't too far from it. She half moaned, half screamed, and awkwardly tried to raise herself up to dull the pain. Kyoya pushed her head back down. He moved his hand down to her shoulder, holding her in place. He lowered himself down until he was laying on top of her, and stopped his movements, taking a moment to collect himself.
"Shh, I told you to relax. Please Haruhi..."
"I-it hurt- I can't-"
"Shush now," Kyoya wrapped an arm around her waist and resumed moving into her.
"L-listen, if you go faster it's better," Haruhi managed to choke out the sentence as he slowly moved back and forth against her. She clutched at the sheets, relaxing the rest of her body as much as possible in preparation. Kyoya was confused, it didn't make much sense, but he obliged.
Every sigh and scream they made echoed throughout the dark room.
Kyoya was all but deaf to it. All he could focus on was the feel of their perspiring bodies becoming more and more tangled in each other, and the incredible feeling of being inside Haruhi. The angle made the difference, and he never wanted it to end. He came close to the edge over and over again, and stopped every time. Kyoya told her how he has planned on them finishing together. Haruhi struggled under him each time, wincing at the feeling of him pulsing in her. She was ready for the pain to end, and instead moved her hips to meet his, keeping him going instead of letting him stop. The pain was nigh unbearable for Haruhi, but Kyoyas moans gave her motivation to push on. He let out more noise than he would ever care to admit.
"W-wait, you haven't- I'm- ah," He moaned as he pulled out of her, letting himself fall onto her back, completely spent.
They laid still, catching their breath, their bodies still twitching slightly. Kyoya held Haruhi from behind, trying his best to steady his breathing.
He wasn't quite done with her yet.
Kyoya pulled himself up to speak calmly into her ear.
"You didn't let me follow through with my plans. Now I have to find a way to make this interesting..."
"Mm?"
He entertained the idea of simply entering her again, but it seemed too cruel. He was exhausted, but determined. An idea sprung to his mind. A crazy idea, not to mention an unethical one, but to him it seemed like a perfectly reasonable action.
Kyoya sat up completely, groaning with the effort, and grabbed his glasses.
"I'll be right back, ten minutes at the most. Don't move at all," He stumbled slightly as he stood up, then made his way to the kitchen.
Haruhi still ached, but it was true that she still felt oddly unsatisfied. It was a strange feeling, to be in pain but to still want more.
It's seeming more and more like I'm a masochist...
She raised herself up, shaking and fetched her kimono. She didn't particularly enjoy the intense embarrassment from earlier, and wanted to take measures to prevent it from happening again.
Five minutes passed, and Haruhi wondered idly what in the world he could be doing. She quietly listed off every perverted item he could possibly be grabbing. Fruit? Whipped cream? Ice? Candles? All of the above?
Maybe I'm the pervert for even thinking about it.
Haruhi smiled and tried to relax, staring at the ceiling and taking in her surroundings. The moonlight wasn't illuminating the room as much as it was earlier, so she figured it must be incredibly late at this point. She couldn't help but notice a funny smell lingering in the air, along with odd clattering noises coming from the kitchen.
Kyoya sauntered into the room twenty minutes later, a bottle in hand. Haruhi was laying on the bed with her hands behind her head and legs crossed, kimono hanging around her shoulders but completely open. He smiled.
How perfect.
Kyoya took a good long moment to contemplate how to approach the situation. Coming to a conclusion, he stretched out his hand to lean against the door frame, planning to greet her in the most seductive way possible.
"Well, hello there Haaa-" He missed by a few inches, and kept going, arm held straight until he fell with a loud thud onto the floor. Haruhi sat up quickly, and peered towards him.
"Uh, Kyoya?"
Her voice caught his attention, and he quickly righted himself to a standing position, only to fall down again.
"Stupid, stood up too fast, slowly this time..."
He muttered as he used the wall for support to right himself once more. When he was again focused, he saw that Haruhi had a disgruntled look on her face. He attempted to push up his glasses, only rendering them askew. He looked at Haruhi, and felt a warmth spread through his body. It made him feel giddy. Unfortunately, he did not note that he was shooting her "his eyes of the devil" look. He raised his arm, and pointed at her.
"You," Haruhi felt a chill run down her spine.
I didn't think my life would end this way, I really didn't. What to say what to say...
"Me?"
"You..." Kyoya stumbled forward, landing in front of her on the bed. He placed his bottle to the side and shoved her down onto her back, slamming his free hand next where Haruhis head was. He brought his head inches from hers, and looked straight into her eyes.
"What a truly fascinating coincidence it is to see you here." Haruhi's emotions turned from confusion and panic to bemused understanding, if not a little shock.
"Kyoya, are you drunk?"
"No, my dear Haruhi. No, I believe your face is the one who is drunk."
Haruhi could barely contain her laughter. It was simply too much to see Kyoya in such a state. He slumped a little further down on his arm, having problems keeping balance. Haruhi raised an eyebrow and sighed.
"Well if you're going to be like this, you should probably sit down so you don't hurt yourself."
She slid out from under him and forced him into a sitting position on the bed. All the while Kyoya kept muttering random words under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Hmm, your hands are soft," He poked at the spot on his arm where Haruhi had grabbed him.
"Uh, right. So how was getting drunk supposed to make things more interesting?"
"There was... uh... yes. I thought it'd make me more adventurous, creative if you will," Kyoya grabbed his bottle and took another swig. Haruhi sighed.
"It would have been interesting if you weren't a bad drunk. From what I can tell you shouldn't be drinking in the first place. You should just sleep this off, as funny as it is," All sexual thoughts pushed aside, Haruhi made to get up and force him to lay down, but found herself looking at Kyoya with confusion. He had gone rigid, and his face was emotionless.
"Hello?" She lowered her head and looked around at him. He looked back, wobbled a bit, then tackled her, pinning her to the bed.
"Uh Kyoya? Mind...moving back a bit?" She could feel her cheeks turning red. His face was very close to hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath from there, along with some other sweet smell... Strawberries?
Kyoya moved his face forward slightly, muttering her name into her ear. He moved back again to study Haruhis face better. It was funny, her face was a completely different color than it was a few moments ago. Strawberries?
Regardless, he moved down to look at her neck. Tiny little thing, but it somehow glowed in the moonlight, much like the rest of her. He moved closer, his hot breath on Haruhis neck sending shivers down her body. She protested some more, but he was far too distracted to hear. He concentrated on her body like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He was quite pleased with the warmth that was starting to radiate from her. He sighed, and let himself relax completely. His head fell straight onto her chest, thoroughly knocking the wind out of her.
Haruhi tried push him off, but he made a grunting noise in protest and wrapped his arms around her, burying his head in her chest. She resigned herself with slight exasperation.
"Well I guess if this is where you want to sleep..." Haruhi felt ok with him laying there. The pressure was somewhat comforting, and she had long forgotten about her desire to be pleasured.
Kyoya almost seemed to have drifted off completely, and it startled Haruhi when he spoke quietly.
"Mmm...this is soft...We could make a fortune selling these." Without lifting his head he freed one of his arms and grabbed one of his new pillows. He squished it a bit, looking for consistency.
Ah, yes, same all around, except this little protrusion in the middle, that would have to go.
"Yup, I figured out another use for you, we charge people to lay on these...Yup. Must get rid of this though...Consistency problem." He flicked that weird little spot.
They vibrate! Amazing!
"Ah I see its use now! Yes, we must keep these in, disregard my previous statement."
Haruhi groaned.
"Stop joking all right? Come on just... go to sleep," And she used all of her remaining strength to push him off of her. Kyoya was confused, one moment he was safe and comfy in some pillows, thinking up a brilliant sales strategy, the next he was cold and Haruhiless.
"I don't...what?"
"Something wrong?"
"Words are...there's so many words, don't you understand? I want a drink..." Kyoya sighed and sat up, his bottle held loosely in his hand.
"Hah-Roo-Heee... how do you even live with yourself?"
"Go to sleep Kyoya," Haruhi turned on her side away from him. The adrenaline had run its course, and she was exhausted.
"Do you ever look into a mirror and think about your actions? You're oblivious to everything, more so than that blonde thing! But you have vibrating pillows attached to you and your eyes are these big pools of big, and you're so beautiful, so...that's ok. Even though you are so soft...Made of glass... It's just not right," Kyoya slumped over and giggled. Haruhi didn't know whether to flattered or infuriated.
"I could grow to love you I think. It's not entirely unreasonable,"
Haruhi stared at him in shock for a moment, before returning to her senses.
"Kyoya, you're drunk. You're completely out of your mind, and you're not seeing things right, let's just...go to sleep, ok?" He grunted and fell back. His breathing deepened instantly.
Looks like he passed out... Sheesh who woulda thought he'd be such a bad drunk.
Indeed Kyoya seemed to have either blacked out, or he was in a daze. Either way, he needed to stop right there so he wouldn't embarrass himself further. Haruhi took the bottle out of his hand, and even in his stupor he made a whining noise.
"I was using that you know..."
"That's enough, go to sleep, you're going to have a horrible hangover tomorrow," Haruhi found it oddly endearing as he curled up and relaxed.
Kyoya merely smiled. He felt the warmth of Haruhi laying down next to him, feeling dizzy but happy as he drifted off.