Author's Note: Sorry, I meant to post this way earlier, but I have had a hectic day: woke up late, had to run errands, and a grad party. I've got another hectic day Saturday, but I promise to post for both my stories on/by Sunday.

I do not own OHSHC, just in case you were confused. I know, the resemblance between Bisco Hatori and I is startling.

So, here is the next chapter. There's some kissing and some Kyoya. Read, review, and enjoy!

Haruhi and an Ootori

Chapter 3

Haruhi turned slightly to try and distance herself from Akito, but he had tugged her back towards his body, and she wound up fitted right against his chest. She was about to ask him to release her when his lips came crashing down against hers.

She had but a moment of logical thought before she became overwhelmed by the kiss. A small part of her mind was screaming at her for allowing this to happen, demanding that she push Akito away from her right this instant. It was overruled, however, by that animalistic part of her that was rather enjoying being kissed.

It was just that Haruhi hadn't been kissed in such a long time, and never like this. The last guy she had dated had been chased away by the hosts before she could even get a second date, never mind the last time she'd had a boyfriend.

Akito was such a good kisser, too. His hands were firm against her back, and when one of his hands began to work its way through her hair! She felt his tongue trace the edges of her slightly parted lips . . .

But no, that was going too far.

Haruhi came back to her senses and stepped hastily away from Akito, breaking his grip around her waist. She noted that his hair was messed up in the back, like she'd run her hands through his hair, too, even though she didn't remember doing that. His eyes were unfocused at first, but then he smirked, an action so similar to Kyoya Haruhi could have just—

"Well, Haruhi, you have certainly made this a much more pleasant night than I had planned. I will pick you up at your apartment next Saturday at 11:30am sharp. Don't be surprised if I call before then. It would be a shame to have to stay away from you for an entire week."

Haruhi stood there in a complete daze, watching as Akito winked at her and walked away. For a second, she forgot to breathe.

You're being stupid, Haruhi! She chided herself. He's Kyoya's brother, surely there's some sort of code of ethics against dating your friend's brother. Not to mention you're acting like one of those lovesick teenage girls you used to host. Snap out of it!

Haruhi looked up at the grand balcony to see if the reveal of Kyoya as the successor was over. The balcony was empty, and Haruhi was just beginning to wonder where Kyoya was, and whether or not he had seen her and Akito kissing, when she turned to her right and almost collided with him.

"Kyoya!"

"Hello, Haruhi. Looking for Akito?" he asked in a wry voice.

"No, actually, I was looking for you. Akito-san just left me. We're going to the Garden Party together, you know. And I'm not sure, but I think he might have a thing for me. I can't be sure, though, you know, since I tend to read people wrong all the time, but—"

"Haruhi," Kyoya interrupted. "You're rambling."

Haruhi looked down at her shoes. "I'm sorry, Kyoya," she whispered.

Kyoya could feel his heart stutter. How he had ever let this tiny slip of a woman enrapture him so completely, he would never know.

"I know you don't really get along with your brothers, and I know you probably aren't thrilled with the fact that Akito-san and I have plans—"

"Or that he kissed you."

"—or that he kissed—wait, you saw that?"

"Yes, Haruhi, I did. And why would it bother me that you and my brother are dating?"

Haruhi felt her heart sink just a little while Kyoya called himself a liar six ways to Sunday.

"I don't know, Kyoya, it just seems, well, like the kind of things friends don't do."

"Haruhi, you are fully entitled to date whoever you want. Plus, with Akito, you don't run the risk of the Host Club chasing him off like they did that college boyfriend of yours."

Huarhi gave him this funny little smile before reminding Kyoya that he had actually been largely responsible for the scheme that had ran off her college boyfriend. Needless to say, Kyoya had not been happy when Haruhi had started dating in college.

"Well, Kyoya, the party will be over soon. I should be heading home. Goodnight, Kyoya."

"I will see you soon, Haruhi," Kyoya whispered in her ear, bending down to kiss her cheek. If he hadn't known any better, he would have sworn she was blushing. Kyoya kept his eyes on her as she made the way to the door, spoke briefly with a valet, and then left.

It took Kyoya all of three minutes to figure out how to address the situation, and eight hours to act. When Akito walked into the dining room for breakfast the morning after the ball, Kyoya was sitting at the table already, his plate empty and his coffee mug full.

"You're up early little brother," Akito said with a smirk.

"Yes, and you know full well why. You are aware, I am sure, what I wish to discuss with you."

"Let me guess," Akito drawled. "You want to discuss a petite brunette with warm chocolate eyes who happens to be a fantastic kisser. Although I suppose you wouldn't know anything about that last bit, would you?"

You cannot hit him, you cannot hit him, Kyoya chanted in his head.

"I can't wait to see how the Garden Party turns out."

Why can't I hit him? He thought. What he said was, "If you want to date Haruhi, fine, go ahead. But if you hurt her, rest assured you will lose all your holdings in the Ootori Group. Break her heart, force her into something she is not ready for, I don't care; if she winds up hurt in any way because of you, the entire Host Club will be after your head."

As Kyoya talked, a dark aura started to emanate from him. While Akito had developed immunity to Yoshio Ootori's shadow aura, he had never experienced his younger brother's, and Kyoya was pleased to see Akito stiffen slightly.

"Why would I hurt Haruhi?" was all Akito said.

For Kyoya, the answer was simple. "Because you do not know her."

It was Monday, and Kyoya had been sitting in his office for hours, sorting through the different contracts that dictated the rules and procedures of the Ootori Group's various holdings. It was after 9:00pm, and all Kyoya could think about was Haruhi kissing his brother.

He had practically given the two his blessing. Why the hell had he done that? He was not okay with the two of them attending the Garden Party together. Kyoya had been planning to go with Haruhi. He had wanted to meet her for lunch today and ask her over a plate of ootoro, but he had never gotten the chance.

Kyoya knew why it bothered him that Akito and Haruhi were dating. There were several things, in fact, about the arrangement that bothered him. Without thinking, Kyoya wrote them down in his black book.

1. I have spent the past six years trying to get Haruhi to realize that when I ask her to different social events and out for dinner that it is a date, not two friends hanging out.

2. Haruhi has known me nine years, and she still hasn't realized I (am in love with) care for her.

3. Haruhi knew Akito for nine minutes before she deemed him kissable.

4. Akito kissed Haruhi.

5. Haruhi kissed Akito.

6. I have not kissed Haruhi.

In the top ledger, Kyoya wrote: Annoyances.

He closed his black book, and headed home to bed.

Kyoya was lying down on something soft. There was a figure siting next to him. The figure shifted, and Kyoya realized he was lying on a bed next to Haruhi. She moved once more, and then he was kissing her.

Her small hands were running through his hair, down his bare back, and stroking his neck. Kyoya slid his hands over the smooth skin on her shoulders, knotted his fingers in her delicious smelling brown hair. He kissed her lips, her neck, her collar bone. He nibbled at her ear, and pulled her closer to him still. He was filled with the intoxicating scent of her skin, and his nerves were running in overdrive as he touched and kissed Haruhi.

Kyoya was acutely aware of Haruhi trapping his hips with her legs, of her running her hand over his chest, of her lips blazing a trail up and down his abdomen. He responded to her touch with his own, his hands smoothing over her back and running along her slender hips. Kyoya nipped at her neck, eliciting a moan from her.

Haruhi rolled over onto her back and pulled Kyoya with her. He was on top of her now, trying to hold himself above her with his arms, but she was reaching up and pulling him against her. They were flush with each other as his tongue danced with hers. He moved his mouth down to a sensitive spot just above her collar bone. She was panting, calling his name.

"Kyoya, Kyoya."

"Kyoya! Kyoya!"

Kyoya was startled out of his dream. Haruhi, the real Haruhi, was standing at the foot of his bed. The remnants of Kyoya's dream had started to slip away, but came back to him in full force as he saw Haruhi standing before him wearing a rather revealing sundress.

"What are you doing here, Haruhi?" he bit out harshly. It was too early to be woken up from such a dizzying dream, especially when the first thing he saw was Haruhi dressed like that.

"Tamaki's called an emergency Host Club meeting. I don't know what it's about. He sent me over here to wake up you because the last time he tried you threw your lamp at his head."

Kyoya growled. "Well, he deserved it. He tried to drag me out of bed at 6:00am because you weren't answering your phone." He looked pointedly at Haruhi.

"If that's too early for you to be woken up, then what makes you think I want to be woken up so early?" she said with her hands on her hips. "Now are you getting up, or do I have to crawl onto your bed and drag you out of it?"

The idea of Haruhi in his bed was all too tempting. However, it was not an option currently, not with Akito in the picture, and not with Haruhi being so oblivious.

"Give me twenty minutes to get ready."

Haruhi nodded and walked out of his room.

Kyoya reached for his cellphone on his nightstand. There were several voice-mail messages from different people, and one text message from Tamaki. He had to read it twice, just to make sure he hadn't missed something.

Author's Note: Please, let me know what you think! I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I know that list in Kyoya's black book is going to show up again! I hope you all liked it, and a huge thank you to all those who have reviewed, favorited, or followed my story!