A/N: I'm back again, and with another chapter for you, lovely readers! I thought this was going to take a lot longer.

But thankfully, while production may slow, it won't grind to a halt! Anyway, enjoy this next installment, presented in Kyouya's own twisted thoughts.

Anyway, this is the first chapter to have a lemon-y tidbit in it; my little virginal mind almost popped from the effort it took to type this up. Really, do you know how many romance novels are lying on my bedside table right now? It took a lot of research… and I just realized how dirty that made me sound. "Research", riiiiight. Even though it's only a little make-out scene here! Ha, perverts; we have to wait another chapter or two. Please don't hit me!

Disclaimer: You know I don't own OHSHC. I know I don't OHSHC. So now we're on the same page.

Haruhi hesitantly took a seat across from me, her slender legs folding neatly under the hem of her dress. She was staring at me as if I had grown a set of curled horns out of the side of my head, or something equally impossible- like do something kind.

Though, as much as I wanted to grit my teeth in frustration because of it, I couldn't blame her hesitation; I was acting out of character towards her and she was probably examining the situation from all angles, working out how this was going to benefit me or indebt her.

And I'm the one that's been invited into her house, on her own kindness. If I was anyone else, I would have been offended that she would be so wary of me; but I was the logical one, and if anything, Haruhi's behavior was logical- something that I of all people could appreciate.

I smiled lightly, thinking of how I would add something else to the list of my qualities after I got Haruhi. I smiled shallowly at the inevitable triumph, not noticing the uncomfortable look that passed over Haruhi's face at the victorious one that raced across mine.

"Well," she murmured, ripping me out of a vision of us celebrating my accomplishment. "It's nice that you were able to stay." The words were stiff, but I knew she meant them. Haruhi was too kind, too naïve, to notice a wolf in her comfortable little sheepfold.

She was fidgeting with everything her hands could reach (I was straining to keep the flash of dirty thoughts that accompanied my wayward choice of words from showing on my face… or anywhere else for that matter.), twirling her tea cup around and around in her hands.

I decided she had suffered long enough from my silence; passive-aggressive sadism was something I was known to indulge in every once and a while. "Yes, I was glad that you invited me. I would hate to have to wait outside in that heat for my ride home."

I waited for that drop of information to sink in, almost giddy from the rush of sympathy I was due to get. Really, she was making this game too easy; it wasn't even fun. No, I corrected. It's still fun. It's just not as fair.

And I was okay with uneven odds. Anything that would secure my victory was welcome in my crusade.

I picked up the tea pot, satisfied that the tea had steeped long enough, and poured the nervous girl a measure of the clear brown drink. She looked mildly surprised that I would do something like that, but I chose to ignore that unintentional slight.

"Wait, you don't have a ride home?" She looked confused for a moment; her brows pulled together like she was trying to do a difficult math problem.

I nodded, trying to put her out of her mathematic misery. My glasses were sliding down my nose and I gifted Haruhi with my trademark move: pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with a smirk. (It was a sexy thing when I wanted it to be.)

Suddenly she gasped, and I was momentarily worried that my attempt at being provocative had caused her virginal heart to expire; I was being ridiculous, but one, I was adept at keeping my own inner musings firmly in my head so I wasn't worried about being exposed, and two, I was experiencing a momentary high from the victory that seemed so close to me.

Nothing less was expected of the practical one.

Suddenly, Haruhi rocketed forward on her knees, almost breathless in apology. "I'm terribly sorry to have put you through that trouble, senpai!"

I smirked, thinking how nicely this sympathy would play into cinching my prize for me. I passed back her cup, deciding for the moment that I wouldn't move in for the kill. While I could always strike too soon, I couldn't strike too late. Not with the game that I was playing, the web that I was weaving.

I noticed the girl staring sadly down into her cup, as if she were contemplating drowning herself in it. I felt a passing pang that I might hurt her; my game- my desire for something that wasn't offered to me- could hurt her irrevocably.

But I, the selfish one, couldn't look past my own needs and desires. I wanted this girl- not because she was beautiful, or even out of the ordinary- but because she wasn't mine to take.

That's what made this prize more valuable to me than currently anything that my father's money or name could get me.

I placed a careful finger under her chin, lifting her chocolate brown eyes to meet my own. "It was no trouble, Ms. Fujioka," I assured her, pleased at the flush that her face was slowly being painted with.

"Though, for some reason, my driver isn't picking up. I may have to stay here for a little while longer," I murmured, ready to seize another opportunity. This whole situation was playing out like a poorly matched chess game, and her queen was about to fall.

"Is that okay with you?" Haruhi blanched, the flush that was stalking slowly up her face tearing a swath across her cheeks. "Erm, no… I mean yes! I mean no, I don't mind."

I couldn't help but laughed, even if the real reason for mirth was cruel. I poured myself a cup of tea to calm myself; I was almost shaking with anticipation. Only a few more moments until I reached the goal, and I knew I couldn't rush it. To do so would risk everything, making me a bad guy in her eyes. Game over.

The tea slid down my throat, the warmth from the drink easing my tense mind. Just a few more… check mate.

I leaned forward across the table quickly, my lips crashing against hers. It wasn't nearly as graceful as I had intended it, I easily compensated when we both leaned forward.

Apparently, I thought with glee, she likes it as much as I do. But that thought was crushed almost immediately as Haruhi ripped her lips from mine.

Her face was awash with scarlet, her hand clasped over her mouth.

"Was it that offensive, Haruhi?" I asked quietly, but the sentence echoed around the room seemingly. "I liked it; and I think if you were honest with yourself, you would admit the same."

I worked my way over to her side of the table, kneeling in front of her. Her hand was still clasped over her mouth and she was staring intently at the floor, as if the carpet held the answers to life.

I repeated my earlier gesture and lifted her face up to meet mine. Her hand fell away to show that her teeth were tugging on her bottom lip nervously.

I sucked in a ragged breath and pressed my own lips to her worried ones; my tongue traced along the seam of her lips, feigning permission, before slipping between her lips.

Haruhi gasped, shocked at my audacity. I smiled against her lips, leaning back to pull her on top of me. That little stunt earned me another gasp, though a significantly different kind of gasp.

I moaned as she squirmed on top of me, trying to make herself more comfortable- not a likely prospect considered what exactly was making her uncomfortable.

I ran my hand up her side, hating the layer of fabric that was separating my palm from her smooth skin. Growling against our frantic mouths, I gave up on the rest of the cloth-covered body, instead fisting my hands in her hair.

I had to be- tried to be careful. If we went too far, my whole plan could be ruined; Haruhi was not the kind of girl who would be okay with her first time being on the floor, much less with me as she knew me.

Drawing in a strained breath, I pulled her lips from mine, resting my forehead against hers. "Was that too forward?"

Something incoherent issued from her mouth, drawing a Cheshire smile across my lips. Better answer than I expected.

Haruhi, realizing exactly what position she was in, scrambled off from on top of me, leaving me with groan. "S-senpai, w-wha…? Why?"

I looked at her coolly, despite the blood boiling everywhere in my body- especially in that member. I knew I couldn't answer her question, so I did one of the things that I did best. I evaded. "Don't tell me you didn't like it; you sounded like a hungry kitten."

Her face, previously colored with passion, flooded with scarlet embarrassment. That was cruel and I knew it, but it was necessary.

Disentangled from Haruhi's tempting body, I stood and brushed myself off, adjusting my glasses. "Well, as fun as this has been, I believe my ride is here." She stood frozen to the floor- no doubt because of my cold demeanor, the heartless cad that I was- as I sveltely moved around her.

I let myself out of her house, trying half-heartedly to straighten my disheveled clothes. Of course, I hadn't even bothered to call my driver; a walk would do me some good, help me blow off some steam.

Now that was suprising, even for me. Why is Kyouya so cold? Why does he insist on treating Haruhi like a possession to be won? I don't know, but that behavior better not continue, Mr. Ootori!

Nevertheless, I'll be making Kyouya act more admirably the next few chapters. He was rather cruel in this one... but I was feeling it. Meh.

Anyway, the next chapter will be in Haruhi's point of view; it promises to be full of insecurity, angst, and confusion.

Until next time, fair readers.