King of the Host Club

Prompt: Tamaki/Haruhi, future!fic, prostitution, coffee, cigarettes

2007-11-16T00:19:07Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

There is no need for words between them, for nothing can be said in the fading light of the day, when they come together under the sheets of Haruhi's meager bed, that hasn't already been said before. They know each other completely, and so, sun sinking low on the Tokyo horizon, they move in silence and reverence, careful of the memories they have drawn around each other in this hour. They speak in hands, caresses, looks; they speak not only with their selves but with the others lost or forgotten. What might have come to be, had everyone survived the changing world? They question each other, and find no solace but in the fleeting joy of love-making. For love, Tamaki once told her, helps them remember the past. And Haruhi believes it in those hours.

Later, he gives his money over to the man behind the bar, never to Haruhi directly; in the first instance he proclaimed it shameful to buy such time with her, but every week finds him back in the same place, with the same amount of cash, with the same apologetic expression. She smiles at him in forgiveness and he fidgets with the hair over his left eye. The coffee they drink is too bitter to be served to proper folk, but as there are nonesuch left, they make do, noting that at least it's warm. Haruhi lights a cigarette.

"Are you going to the ceremony next week?" She looks at him, puzzled. "It'll be eighteen years since then." Tamaki smoothes at his faded argyle sleeve, picks at a stray thread near the elbow. "Katsumoto made the announcement over the wire, so I figured..."

"It might be a good idea?"

He shrugs. "Something like that." He pauses, seeming to resolve some conflict within him before pressing on.

"You sure you don't want to come with me? I know someone from... from Ohtori who can secure us passage through Asia into Europe. They're rebuilding there, he says, so our best hope-"

"Your best hope." Haruhi dashes the cigarette into the ashtray and adjusts her coat. "You know I can't leave, I have too much here. I have... roots here, now."

He leans in, tears welling in his visible eye. "Don't lie to me, dammit. You and I both know there's nothing here anymore, nothing for either of us. Please, please Haruhi, let's just get away, go to Europe, France..." His voice cracks as he squeezes her hand, cold and small within his. "Japan is dead. It's dead, and there's nothing left. Please."

She musters but a small shake of her head. Nothing new can be spoken between them, all their words old and used. It's the same argument, and Tamaki leaves with the promise to return the following week. Haruhi believes it, but all the same, wishes in some part of her that he'd break that promise. For they, she once told him, are too tired to keep belief in their hearts. But Tamaki never listens, only drawing her down again, smoothing away the worry of her brow with his hand. In the fading light, perhaps anything is possible. Perhaps it is why in those times, she believes him.

Prompt: Kyouya/Kaoru, wing/feather fetish

2007-09-01T06:06:10Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

Tonight, Kyouya is an angel.

Led upstairs to the waiting bed replete with goosedown pillows and softly textured linens, wrapped in but a blindfold, Kaoru shivers. He shivers with the knowledge that Kyouya knows, knows his secret and accepts it and uses it to his advantage. Kaoru lets him; it's all right, because Kaoru, his skin pebbling with anticipation, relinquishes his control this night so that he may fully revel in the care and attention Kyouya will give. And Kaoru knows he will be generous.

He lies against the sheets, blindfold off, and Kyouya is above him, splendid with wings upon his back. Kaoru can barely breathe at the sight, too beautiful to witness without awe. Kyouya moves cautiously, mindful of the harness he wears with its weight and inherent awkwardness—but Kaoru doesn't notice, too taken in by the majesty, the idea of flight with its soaring, wheeling, falling, lifting. Freedom above him in the form of a man with glasses and a smirk that promises heady exhiliration beyond imagination.

And Kaoru believes this promise and builds a faith to it as he clutches hard at Kyouya and flies.

Prompt: Tamaki/Haruhi, domination

2007-09-01T06:03:42Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

This isn't like Tamaki, is Haruhi's first thought. It's a rich, flashy sort of club, the kind where the young and bored go to franticly forget their lives outside. She looks around at the strange, chaotic environment, watches as lights dance over the writhing mass of people, and when she turns back to look at him, his face is inches from hers. Not even giving her a chance to be startled, he whispers:

"Close your eyes."

There is an imperative in his voice that is unlike him, but somehow she cannot find a compelling reason to disobey. With eyes shut Haruhi is led forward against the stream of bodies. Though the music is still omnipresent, the voices around her seem to get fainter, and she hears a door swinging open.

A bathroom, she thinks, if the odor and splashing noises are any indication. She wants to open her eyes, protest, complain, but she cannot. She will not. Something in her keeps her from looking, and it is his voice in her memory that she hears.

She is drawn into a stall. Haruhi looks.

Before she has time to understand what's going on, she is shoved against the wall, legs fumbling over the toilet. His hands on her shoulders, Tamaki rushes toward her and meets her at the mouth with his. She feels him grind and surge, feels his erection there at her belly, and though she squirms and tries to protest, he is unyielding.

And suddenly he withdraws and takes a step back. He immediately goes for his fly and says, "Pull down your pants."

She stares at him. She wants to cry out or hit him or laugh or any number of contradicting actions, but she only stares at his face, harsh and inscrutable. As if Tamaki has been transformed before her into an unrecognizable creature who takes on his form and commits heinous crimes in order to frame him. As he or it is doing now, the front of his pants open and his penis exposed.

When the moment draws out too long he raises his hand, flat and across him in a position to backhand her.

"Fucking turn around and take off your damn pants, you slut."

Bullets or knives couldn't have struck her any more fatally, but still she complies. Numbly her thoughts turn to the possiblity that this is a dream, or a nightmare. This can't be happening, she thinks. This isn't Tamaki. This isn't Tamaki.

She hears a quiet rip but doesn't not turn to see; she feels him come closer and put his hands on her hips, nudging her forward slightly. Then he drives into her without warning, the smack of flesh loud in her ears, the pain of virginity overriding her senses. She cries out, the force of his entry making her stumble and grab at the toilet seat.

He does not pause or relent. His fingers dig into her skin and almost make her forget the ache between her legs, but the constant pressure, the rawness of it all...

She loves it.

Rationally, Haruhi knows she shouldn't. By all rights, what Tamaki is doing is rape (and even that thought is laughable, because it's Tamaki). Yet she doesn't protest. Her grip on the seat tightens as he pumps in and out, and it is an wonderful pain she feels. Why, why, she has asked herself, time and again, should the prospect of abuse such as this make her shiver with want? Women the world over find themselves in this same situation, against their will, and she revels in it? She, who would defend these same women from their attackers?

And now it is truly happening, here, with Tamaki. She doesn't know how he figured it out, how he could have intuited this well-buried secret of hers, but for the moment, she doesn't care. All she can do is moan with pleasure and rock back against him. Savor the hurt and abandonment of control, wrap herself in it like a warm blanket, and forget about rationality for a while.

He falters and shakes behind her; she can hear his breath sawing in irregular fashion, can feel his skin turn clammy and cool. A hesitant hand brushes the back her neck and sweeps aside the sweat-slick strands there. How gentle, she thinks. How like Tamaki in an unTamaki situation.

She whispers his name and pushes against him, wanting everything from him. The shaking stops, and once more he thrusts into her. The pain of it swells and mixes with pleasure, and his movements become frenetic. His fingers bite into her hips, hard enough to bruise or draw blood. Then she hears him cry out, his whole body trembling with elation, and it is too much for her. She lets out a low groan, her eyes squeeze shut, and she rides out that high wave of bliss until it finally crashes to the shore of reality a million years later.

She is still shivering when she realizes Tamaki is no longer against her; she turns her heavy-lidded gaze toward him and gets the second shock of the night.

He's on the floor, curled up in a familiar position and rocking back and forth, muttering darkly. She doesn't understand this; what could possibly be wrong?

"Tamaki..."

His head jerks up, eyes wild and pained. Tears stream down his cheeks, and though she has seen them before, she still doesn't comprehend his actions.

"Haruhi, I-I can't. I'm sorry, I can't, I didn't mean to... I didn't want to!" He shakes his head, his hands making fisting motions on his knees. "I wanted... I wanted you... to..." And he does not continue, fresh sobs pouring out from him as he breaks right in front of her.

She sits down hard on the cold bathroom floor as the realization hits her. And though she knows now why he did it, she cannot find the words to tell him that it's okay, that everything's fine and she's all right. Because even if she is, she can't be sure of him. She has up until now only dealt with her anxieties, but in the face of his admission, as heartbreaking as it is, she cannot find the words to express her feelings and bridge the gap between them.

Haruhi closes her eyes and mourns for both of them.

Prompt: Kaoru/Hikaru, school and cock bondage

2007-06-19T03:55:51Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

"Fuck," Hikaru hissed for what had to be the tenth or so time. He was close, so very close, but the black leather around his cock made it nigh impossible to do anything about it. He wasn't sure how Kaoru had squirreled this particular toy into his bag without being noticed, or how he had acquired it in the first place, but for the time being, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Kaoru was taking his sweet time sliding in and out, and making sure Hikaru's hands didn't stray to free himself.

A hand brushed over his hip. "What have I told you?" Kaoru murmured into his ear, his pace never quickening or faltering.

"Dammit, please, Kaoru..." Hikaru's fingers twitched against the wall, against his brother's which held him tight. He tried not to rock back and make things worse, yet he couldn't stop himself. Everything felt too good, despite being trapped the way he was.

"You need to learn some control." The fingers moved a little closer, the touch a faint promise on his skin. Kaoru's breath was hot against his neck as he whispered, kissed the flesh there and sighed. "I told you, didn't I?"

"Kaoru." Here his voice hitched and he shook with the knowledge that he wouldn't last much longer, leather be damned.

Then, with a few nimble movements, Hikaru's cock sprang free and he came with a long moan as Kaoru's fingers wrapped around him and pumped him. Another sigh against his neck and Kaoru slowed, his breath ragged.

Moments passed before Hikaru had the voice to ask, "Where'd you get that thing?"

Kaoru chuckled. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He pressed a kiss to his twin's cheek and winked slowly. "C'mon, we're already late for class."

Hikaru could not help but grin back. "I think I already got a lesson."

Prompt: Mori/Honey loyalty/obeying

2007-06-10T21:07:51Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

They're down for the count now, on the bed, wrestling and clawing and fumbling with belts and shirts and ties. Clothes scatter and they fall together, joined at the mouth and joined at the hip. Every touch is warm or electric, soft and hard meeting and releasing and meeting again. Hands kneading flesh gone rigid, and now a moan escapes, lost between them as they shiver against one another.

"Say it," Mitsukuni whispers, his nails raking over Takashi's muscled abdomen, hips tilting back and forth as he savors the sight of Takashi's parted pink lips.

Another moan, this time louder. "I will... be..."

"Say it," he hisses. He rocks and feels the length of Takashi within him, long as he was tall, hard and hot.

"I will be loyal to you," Takashi says in a rush, hips snapping helplessly as his eyes screw shut. Mitsukuni lets a hand trail along his face, fingers brushing over those lips, breath fluttering like a butterfly.

He is split, he feels, and deliciously so; every thrust divides him further and he is undone, two pieces of his whole grasping and begging as he shudders in finality. Hands clenched over Mitsukuni's knees, Takashi charges forth, hastening his own release.

They're down for the count now, on the bed, chests heaving and palms sweating. They curl, stretch together; arms wrap and twine and for the moment, they belong only to each other.

Prompt: Sex with mentally/emotionally screwed up/angsty/issues-having Tamaki

2007-05-31T02:20:06Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

Haruhi lost her virginity on a drizzly Wednesday afternoon to the one man she had ever loved in some fashion other than platonic. This was not to say she knew this particular fact, but she had a hunch that, in one way or another, having sex with Tamaki was different than having sex with any other person she might have considered. The act itself was all right for their first time and considering it was completely unplanned. She did not reach orgasm, which left her feeling rather unsatisfied, but she said nothing of this to him, for she knew it'd do no good. When he rolled off of her after he finished, he had immediately started another bout of crying, mumbling "I'm sorry" from time to time. He did not look up at her as she sighed and set about cleaning herself up, and did not stir when she started gathering her things to leave. As the door opened:

"Would you come back tomorrow?" His voice, barely audible, rasped and creaked from sobbing. Haruhi wanted to bite off something cynical, something suitably dry and typical and appropriate to the fact that, for god's sake, they'd just had sex the day after his mother died and wasn't that terribly disgraceful? She could not though; he sounded too pathetic, too pitiful and lost and confused for her to say anything with harshness. Instead, she gave a small smile and said yes, Tamaki, she would come back tomorrow. And so she returned home that way, unease settling in the corners of her heart as she mulled through the events of the past couple of days.

She went to her room upon entering and collapsed onto the bed, glad for once that her father wasn't home to interrogate her about where she had been and what she had been doing and with whom. And when she had dutifully told everything, he'd scoop her up into a great big hug and tell her how happy he was just to have her back home safe. Though probably not this time, not if she was truthful. Oh yeah, and Dad? I gave my virginity to Tamaki earlier this afternoon. No, it was good he was at work.

She set about doing her homework but flashes of memory creeped their way into her mind. Skin on skin, arms and legs tangled around and between and within, fingers crawling, lips and tongue and mouth everywhere. Nerves raw and emotions rawer still, they blindly tumbled headlong into something neither of them had experienced or had expected, each hoping that maybe, maybe it would be okay after. When the dust settled, they could think, but in the now, in the present, everything flew and rushed and pulsed and sung.

That was how Haruhi remembered it. That was how, in the midst of studying, she wanted more. And that was how it came to be that, the next day, she arrived at Suou Mansion #2 after school. With the Host Club still closed due to circumstances being as they were, she had nowhere but home to go. Or here to where she was drawn, so in she went and up to his room she walked.

Tamaki sat perched at the window looking forlorn but otherwise tear-free, staring out at the dreary conditions in the yard. Saying nothing, knowing he knew she was there, she went to stand near him, deciding to study him until he stirred. He looked withdrawn, shrivelled in a way; his eyes were red and puffy as was his nose and, she noted, his mouth. Strange dark marks dotted his neck, and his clothing was the same as yesterday, wrinkled from sleep. In short, he looked horrible.

Long seconds passed before he murmured, "I don't understand." He shook his head, blond locks falling to shield his eyes. "How could she... She was... She wasn't so unhealthy. This can't have..." His voiced hitched and shuddered. He clutched at his chest as he struggled against tears, again.

"Why?"

She did not know the answer, for if she knew, her own painful questions might be finally put to rest. Tentatively she reached out a hand and rested it on his shoulder, trying to will a bit of wordless peace into him. Immediately he snatched it, drawing it to his mouth to press a kiss there on the knuckles.

"Haruhi." Here he stood, now very close and very warm in front of her. As she looked up she was reminded of how much bigger, how much taller he was, and how this little fact made her heart thump all the louder. His breath tickled her face as he leaned in; his eyes were a dark glimmer of plum in the shadow.

His kisses, she noticed somewhere along the way, were not soft as any of his fangirls might have imagined. They were clumsy and rough and needy, the same way his fingers felt as they crisscrossed her body in random designs. It felt bizarre to be the shier of the two, but this time he gave her no pause, no instance to turn away. Tamaki loomed and guided her to the bed where she accepted her fate and gave in.

Off came the clothes as he knelt before her, hungry with desire. He wasted no time once they were naked, not waiting for her to brace herself. She bit her lip from the pain but did not stop from rocking back against him. And it did feel good, certainly. She didn't doubt there was desire burning just below the surface of her skin, judging by her nails scraping his arms or her breath coming out ragged. Yes, determination would win her this small victory, no matter how utterly wrong the circumstances were.

"Maman," he whispered.

A knot, unsettling and puzzling, formed in her stomach. Haruhi was no expert at French, but was that not...?

"Maman," Tamaki said again, then began rattling off a long string of unknown words. His pace quickened as he streamed along, his voice switching from questioning to demanding to pleading. Waves of quiet French lapped against her body as she lay under him frozen with horrible realization. His hands creeped up over her body as he shook his head, his tone now insistent but fearful.

His eyes, beautiful and wet and wanting, bore into hers when he suddenly grasped her neck and squeezed. Fear flooded her and she started clawing at his grip, which held fast and sure. His fingers curled further, breath and life and willpower seeping away from her; he never stopped rolling his hips against hers. Dark spots dotted her vision as she struggled in vain. She could not look away from his face, lovely, violent, euphoric. She could not break away.

When he finally released her, she came harder than she'd ever had before. Panting, feeling sore and elated and shaken, Tamaki nuzzled her cheek as he murmured foreign words into her ear. She pushed him aside and rolled over, clutching a pillow close to her chest.

At the bottom of her heart, a voice called to her.

You're glad she's dead.

Prompt: Hikaru/Tamaki, SM fetish

2007-05-31T02:15:51Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

"Please..."

Hikaru loved hearing that word. So sweet, so needy. And pleasure, deriving from it, was something else he loved.

"Please what?" he said, feigning boredom.

"Please, Hikaru, let me--"

Slap. That was unacceptable. "What have I told you?" Another slap, harder this time, enough to elicit a gasp.

"Hikaru, I just--" Tamaki was cut off again as leather struck his side; he cried out, tears threatening to overflow.

"Time and time again I have told you, and still you don't listen?" A flick of the wrist, and another welt sprang up on Tamaki's skin. Beautiful pale skin. He reached out to gently touch his shoulder; yes, wonderfully soft. "You're so stupid."

Sobbing, shaking, Tamaki hung his head low and moaned. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master, please forgive me, I won't do it ever again..." He babbled on a moment as Hikaru sighed. Such a good boy, despite his faults. And completely hard, he saw; Tamaki's erection bobbed up and down, red and shining with precum at the tip. He licked his lips at the sight. Yes... that was very good, but it was not yet time for that.

He smoothed his hand against Tamaki's cheek, swollen slightly from when he had been slapped. Such a good boy.

"I forgive you. This time. You might not be so lucky if it happens again." Tamaki's head came up, a grateful smile blossoming there.

"Master... Master, thank you. Thank you!" Tears rolled down his face as he stared up reverently at Hikaru.

Hikaru smiled back as his hand trailed up to Tamaki's sandy blond hair. Perhaps a little reward is in order. His fingers curled tight around the strands and he yanked him forward. Tamaki bit out a yelp as he struggled to keep his balance from where he knelt.

"You can thank me," he said as his other hand tugged at his zipper, "with that chatty mouth of yours."

Yes, it would be a good reward indeed.

Prompt: Tamaki/Haruhi, tongue-piercing, kissing

2007-05-31T02:11:29Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

"Adventurous" was the word she chose to describe what she did that faithful evening a month ago. But "adventurous" just did not cover it. Crazy! Insane! And, dare I utter it? Yes! It was perverse!

How, how could she do such a thing to her beautiful, perfect mouth? How could she let another man (who assured her that the procedure was completely sterile and one hundred percent safe, as if) touch her, invade her, penetrate her and... and... pierce her tongue!

She held my hand as I wept bitter tears at this defeat. Was this behavior fitting for a future lawyer, I wondered? What would her father think? Surely he too would be devastated at the news! Oh Haruhi, my dear sweet Haruhi, think of your fathers and how they feel!

It has been a month since I've accepted this cruel truth; she has taken every care to ensure she would not be infected or harmed further. I must admit (and only a little) that she has handled it remarkably well. She's treated it as no more than an everyday occurance, completely happenstance and ordinary. Haruhi! If this is the path you have chosen, then I will walk beside you every step of the way!

I am now cleaning up after dinner (a delectable meal made just for me, she said!) while she relaxes in the living room of our apartment. Yes, dear reader, you will be happy to know we are two happy lovebirds, coexisting in nuptial bliss. The day she agreed to become my wife was the happiest of my life!

"Tamaki." Oh her voice is sweet heaven to my ears! Yes my love, what is it you wish of me?

"Could you come in here a moment?"

Of course! Anything, anything at all for you, Haruhi! I set the plates down and rush to her side and--

And--

Oh.

There she kneels on the floor before me, naked as the day she was born. Her hand brushes against her breast (ohh) and comes to rest upon her stomach. "Tamaki... come here."

I am all but paralyzed from seeing this beautiful vision; my legs act accordingly but I am stunned to my core. She holds out her hand and I take it and am led down on my knees, facing her. Haruhi...

She smiles, and it is brighter than the sun! Her cheeks are painted with a gentle, maidenly blush... O delicate femininity!

"Tamaki..." she whispers, and I am helpless to resist her kiss (not that I ever would!). But this--this is new and, I am surprised to note, very pleasant. Extremely pleasant, as I can feel my desire rising. How could I have ever cursed such a wonderful thing?

As she kisses me, the stud in her tongue tickles my lips, sending shivers down my spine. She hums and the piercing hums with her, her tongue darting in and out, swirling against mine. I am taken in completely, utterly! She tries to move away, but I am the faster, grasping her shoulders and holding her here so I may continue to taste and lick and suck upon her beautiful mouth.

"So," she says against me, "do you like it?"

I love it! I match the fervor of my statement with my kisses, and I am surprised again as I feel her hand begin to move at the crook of my legs.

Fantastic joy! Haruhi, I am yours forever!

Remix of Kyouya aphrodisiac fic, Haruhi POV

2007-05-31T02:07:16Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

Oh...

You feel a blush start to creep up around your neck and ears; yes, you think to yourself, you'd seen Kyouya shirtless before, and you knew that he was only human too (mostly, anyway), with needs and desires just like the rest of them. But, you think, to see it like this...

He's burning up, you'd said. Cold compress, take off his jacket, you'd said. Kaoru, though, had known better and mentioned there wouldn't be time for that. Just like the twins to pull a stupid stunt like this!

But they did it anyway, and off the jacket went, as did the shirt, tie, and then, you saw, the pants.

And there it was, and is still. A bold, helpless erection standing for all of them to behold; you know this has everyone's attention, as you can hear so clearly no one's breathing except Kyouya's. And he's panting. Moaning. You feel embarrassed to be witnessing this, both for him and for yourself, but you can't take your eyes away.

"Hold him down, we don't want him hurting himself." Tamaki. "What the hell were you two thinking?" You hear the fear and worry rolling within his voice.

The twins, abashed but abiding, move to Kyouya's legs; Mori and Honey stay by his head, one cradling it gently as the other caresses his face, his shoulders, his chest. Kyouya stirs, his eyes fluttering. "What..." His voice is slurred and heavy, the effects of the drug apparent here too. And Tamaki is immediately there, kissing and whispering affection and assurance.

Then it hits you like an epiphany as you look at their faces and see it there. Love, completely unashamed, shines through, surrounding them, directed at Kyouya, at each other, at you. Your breath catches; is this what I've been looking for?

The last piece of clothing is off now, and Kyouya begins thrashing, resisting. He cries out and your heart goes out to him. This is it, you know with absolute certainty. And as Tamaki takes your hand and guides it down to Kyouya, as you slide it against the velvety heat of his skin, your fingers intertwined with Tamaki's, you know you have never felt more right about anything else.

You hear your voice now: let go. Let us help you. And he's relaxing, tensing, struggling with them and not against them. Does he know? you wonder. Does Kyouya know just how much we care for him? A gasp and a shudder are your only warnings as you feel sticky warmth flood into your hand.

You cannot help but smile. Thank you. Thank you.

You are infinitely warm.

Prompt: Kyouya overdosing on aphrodisiac, bordering semi-con, bordering hurt/comfort

2007-05-31T02:02:36Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

down, down, slipping further into the flames, burning all around him, intensifying, licking him everywhere, everything melting, together, forever, slide over and under and to and fro, again and again and again

"He's burning up. Someone get him a cold compress, and take his jacket off, just in case."

who was that no matter nothing mattered wait wait haruhi

"Haruhi, there's no time for that," someone else murmured. "It's only going to get worse if we don't do something now."

hands everywhere touching pawing clawing drawing circles around him, where when how what?

"Nnng," came the faint groan.

me? no not me i'm good so good too good, please please please burning!

"Hold him down, we don't want him hurting himself. What the hell were you two thinking?"

thinking cold yes hot no, never no, slow slow down, hands here there everywhere where

"What..." His eyes slid open a fraction; he could barely make out the faint outlines of multiple figures looming around him. They were moving and speaking and touching him everywhere, but he could not say who or what or where for certain. Yet he knew--

feel good, so good, please please here, touch, pet, taste, feel!

He felt the cool presence of lips upon his temple, felt more than heard the whisper of "It'll be okay" as hands roamed freely, gently tugging away clothing. Something rippled over his body, the strange sensation of instinct coursing through him, telling him to flee.

"No... no!" He began curling up, trying weakly to hide away from the exposure of sights and sounds and touches and emotions crashing against him, wave after wave. Trembling, hands again smoothing against his body, his arms, his legs as they were slowly coaxed apart with gentle promises.

Hands to cup his cheeks. Hands to brush his hair. Why? His eyes fluttered open a moment more as those same hands beckoned him toward sweet release.

Let go, someone said. Hands and more hands. Faces surrounding him, loving him, loving him. He felt weak and frightened and protected as he came, again and again.

Hands to lift him. Hands to catch him. And there, in that tapestry of arms, he slept.

Prompt: Kyouya/Tamaki, non-consensual bondage/confusion

2007-05-31T01:58:44Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

As Kyouya set about unwrapping his Christmas present, Tamaki all but bounced out of his seat in anticipation. The last piece of tissue paper fell away and in the box was what looked to be some sort of cloth. He held it up to inspect it, and sure enough, it was a beautiful white scarf; judging by the feel of it, cashmere at that.

"So? Do you like it? Do you like it, Kyouya? Say you do!"

Kyouya resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead favored Tamaki with a smile. "Yes, it's very nice, thank you so much." He was a little surprised that he actually meant it, but he figured there'd be no harm in admitting it. "Though I wish I had thought to give you a present; it was very careless of me."

Tamaki laughed and shook his head. "No, it's perfectly all right. This present, born from my heart of hearts, shall be enough for the both of us!"

How corny can you get? But... "You know, thinking of it, there might be something I could give you. How would you like to see a magic trick?"

Bingo; as soon as he said this, Tamaki jumped out of his seat as if on fire. "Like the Great Houdini?! Oh Kyouya, that would be marvelous, simply marvelous!"

Kyouya grabbed a heavy book nearby and grinned. "Something like that. And now for my first trick," --here he bowed smoothly-- "if you would just look over that way..."

"Oooh, which w--"

One swift motion and Tamaki collapsed. Kyouya tossed the book onto the couch nearby, his face now wiped clean of expression. He knelt beside the boy and studied him; feeling the back of his neck, he concluded that he hadn't permanently damaged him. It'd hurt like hell once he woke up, but this wasn't something that Kyouya was overly concerned with. Pondering which action to take next, he gathered up the gift and inhaled the faint scent of Tamaki lingering on the cashmere. Yes. He knew what to do. Grabbing his arms, he began to drag him off.

Tamaki woke some time later to a splitting headache. He groaned loudly; what had happened to him? He attempted to move but found to his surprise that he could not. He also found he could not see.

"...Kyouya? Kyouya, what's going on?" he called out. He struggled to move and realized, quite uncomfortably, his arms were bound behind his back, each stretched slightly up and away so that he was bent forward.

This is all a really bad, really weird dream. And he might have kept believing this to be true, had it not been for the soft chuckle he heard somewhere in the distance. His body stiffened.

"Do you know how much of a pain it was, to carry you here? To tie you up like this? I hate to say it, but you're not exactly a lightweight."

Tamaki flushed with embarrassment. "Well excuse me! Had I known I was going to be knocked out and dragged around, I'd have exercised a bit more!"

More laughter. "Oh Tamaki." Then, a hand came out of nowhere and skirted across his cheek; Tamaki jerked against the touch and found there was no escaping it. He flushed further.

"I really do appreciate your gift, though," Kyouya murmured. "I shall have to make good use of it." A pause, then the fabric shifted, slowly winding from where it was tied over Tamaki's eyes to over his mouth and around his neck. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"You could just wear the damn thing..." he muttered darkly. Unfortunately, this earned him a swift tug from the scarf, causing him to choke momentarily. He coughed and sputtered for air.

"That was uncalled for. Are you going to be difficult?" The other hand grabbed his ass and squeezed; Tamaki surpressed a yelp.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Confusion and anxiety mingled and crept into his voice.

Kyouya just laughed.

Prompt: Kyouya/Tamaki, weight gain, tight clothing

2007-05-31T01:50:44Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

How pitiful, the whispers would start. It was such a shame, really, that such a fine body would go to waste like that. Truly terrible.

Oh, the twins had teased at the onset; how could they not? It was simply too easy, and they certainly wouldn't pass up an opportunity to make fun of him. Yet all he would do was turn that cheerful, now-doughy smile upon them and not say a word to the contrary. After a while, though, there wasn't much point in saying anything.

Honey-senpai began to worry that perhaps his penchant for sweets would turn south and he too would gain a few extra pounds; Mori-senpai did all he could to dissuade him of the idea, and enthusiastically joined him in extended sparring matches.

All Haruhi could do was shake her head and sigh; if he was going to let himself go, then that was his problem. She couldn't say she wasn't disappointed, and hoped that maybe one day he'd wise up and shape up... But she doubted it.

Kyouya, of course, noticed right away the marked decrease in requests; he could graph it, make it into a formula, burn into his memory for all eternity the dates and numbers of which girls and who they turned to, if they didn't stop coming to the club altogether. Yet he said nothing of this to Tamaki, who could only look on gratefully as another sweet something-or-other came his way.

"Kyouya..."

"Yes?" On that particular evening, after their meal, they relaxed at the dinner table over cups of coffee, one fiddling with a button on his shirt as the other scratched notes onto a clipboard.

"Do you... do you think I'm fat?"

Kyouya looked up from his writing to stare at Tamaki, his expression lined with unease. There was certainly no doubt that Tamaki had grown immensely. The once-fine features of his face were now rounded with pudge, and his jacket strained over his rotund belly. Perhaps on another person, it would look altogether grotesque. And yet...

Kyouya let a slow smile slide over his face as he reached toward Tamaki. "Of course not. I think you're beautiful." He squeezed his ham-like hand momentarily before his fingers tickled at the ample stomach.

Tamaki tittered.

"Would you like some cake? I hear it's delicious."

Prompt: Kyouya/Tamaki, docking/foreskin play

2007-05-31T01:46:08Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

Tamaki could not help but gasp as Kyouya's (skillful, darting, playful) tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and he could not help but gasp further as that same tongue flickered beneath the foreskin. So simple, so pleasurable; why hadn't they thought of this before? Long, languid strokes around his shaft matched the flash of tongue and lips in perfect time.

Momentarily (but far, far too long) they all left his skin, but a stray hand returned as Kyouya stood up. Heavy, lust-filled eyes gazed upon him, raking once over his body before settling on his cock; curious, Tamaki followed his line of sight.

There, he caught it just then: the brilliant sight of Kyouya's own cock moving inside Tamaki's own, the bulge of two-as-one growing as the foreskin stretched and rolled. Tamaki felt sure he would collapse from this fantastic new feeling, but Kyouya held fast as he pushed further within. Tamaki moaned; he did not know if or how this sensation could compare to the excitement of Kyouya's own cock deep within his ass, but, as he came with a low, rumbling cry, his hazy mind came up with one, conclusive answer: good.

And he wanted more.

Prompt: Kasanoda masturbating while watching Haruhi

2007-05-31T01:41:14Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

Kasanoda wasn't sure how, or why, it all began, really; on one of his occasional visits to the Host Club, he requested Fujioka as per usual and, in the middle of the conversation, started to feel the familiar tightening of an erection. She must have thought whatever he was doing was pretty strange, as he made every possible attempt to hide this from her, but she didn't seem to notice what had happened.

Eventually he made some lame excuse and fled the room; once in the safety of a stall, he jerked off with relative quickness. He felt guilt, shame that he would think of Fujioka in such a fashion, not to mention do something about it. But, he realized, what was done was done, and though the act would surely be a mark against his family for generations to come, there was nothing he could do but clean up and return to the club. He'd forget about the whole thing.

However, further visits proved just as problematic, to the point where he was rushing off to the bathroom nearly every time he saw her. It was no use, he knew; there had to be some solution, some way to get final relief. As the days lengthened, he began to devise a plan that, hopefully, would provide real release.

"Fujioka," he said one day, standing above her, blushing.

"Yes, Casanova-kun?" She was just too damn cute... too damn sexy.

"If... if it'd be all right with you, could I..."

His stammering trailed off. Be brave, Kasanoda! This is for your, and Fujioka's, sake!

Her big brown eyes gazed up at him innocently. "Hmm?"

"Could I... comeovertoyourhouseoneday?"

Everything crashed to a halt. The other hosts and guests all turned their eyes at this sudden request; Tamaki started gasping for air as Renge fumbled for a camcorder.

"I suppose so. Since it's the weekend, how about tonight? You could meet my dad and we could have dinner together."

Tamaki finally fainted, and dozens of fangirls squealed in unison.

Later that evening, as he entered her humble abode ("Dad's not here just yet, but please make yourself at home."), he took stock of the situation. He could smell some savory sort of meat cooking in the kitchen, and Fujioka herself was dressed simply in a light blue dress.

So cute!

"Ah, Fujioka..." He cleared his throat. "Where's your bathroom at?"

"Just to your right there, through the first door." She began humming a tuneless melody, and he could see her tapping her foot as she stirred the pot on the stove.

He could feel the telltale signs and hastily made to the restroom, yet when there he did not fully close the door. In a matter of seconds he had shoved his pants down, grasping and pulling at his hard cock as he watched Fujioka cooking. Within a few minutes he came into his hand; as she continued to prepare the meal, Kasanoda knew he'd be able to function normally again.

The stew, incidentally, was heavenly.

Prompt: Tamaki/Kyouya, urine, sex, peeping tom

2007-05-31T01:35:34Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

"Ah, if you'll excuse me a moment..."

Tamaki nodded and Kyouya left the room toward the bathroom. He kept flipping through the magazine, idly reading the articles within. Time passed and Kyouya still hadn't returned; looking at the clock, Tamaki saw that nearly fifteen minutes had gone by. He wondered if his friend was all right.

Abandoning the magazine, he rose and made his way to the bathroom. He rapped his knuckles on the door and called out Kyouya's name. No response, or noise of any kind, came through. He frowned and wondered what he should do. Should he go inside, to see if he was all right? What if he had fallen in, or injured himself somehow? What if he was unconscious? Of course, what if he was just too embarrassed to let Tamaki know that he was okay, and thus would be even more embarrassed (and most likely, infuriated) if he barged in?

Anxiety welling up within him, Tamaki decided that he would bear the brunt of Kyouya's anger, if need be, and turned the knob. If Kyouya was hurt... then it was simply better this way.

Slowly he pushed the door in a little; after hearing and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he pushed a little further. Cautiously he peeped through the opening and gasped at what he saw.

There stood Kyouya, perfectly healthy, poised by the toilet with his penis out and his trousers about his knees. With a sigh of relief (and... something else?), he began to urinate. Tamaki watched in stupefied horror at the scene he was witnessing, yet, knowing how horribly wrong it was to watch, he could not tear his eyes away. Seconds dragged on excruciatingly long with the only sound being the one coming from Kyouya. At last it ended; for a moment neither of them did anything. Then Kyouya began to slowly turn his head toward the door.

Gasping again, Tamaki jerked out of his daze and ran back to the bedroom, his mind awhirl with a thousand million thoughts.

I just saw Kyouya... In the bathroom, he... But he was fine! He must have heard me at the door...! What was...

Soft footsteps and the call of, "Sorry that took so long," made him let out a frightened squeak; too bewildered to say anything, he sat on the bed quaking slightly. At the touch of a hand upon his shoulder he gasped a third time; he twisted his head to look up at Kyouya, who stood above him with a gentle smile on his face.

"Are you all right?"

It took him a moment to find his voice. "Y-yes. Yes, I'm fine." A nervous laugh. "Perfectly a-okay!"

Kyouya nodded. "That's good. Did you want to start studying now?"

As they worked on their homework throughout the night, Tamaki could not stop thinking about what had happened. He knew in his gut that Kyouya (his very bestest friend in the entire world, Kyouya) had waited, yes waited for him to show up at the door (which he noted had been unlocked) so that he could begin... begin... The thing that he did. Yes. Tamaki was certain of this, but he could not fathom why. He dared not ask though; Kyouya had acted completely nonchalant after the... incident, as if it had never happened.

Without any answers, Tamaki decided it was simply best to forget about the whole thing. And for a while, this almost worked.

After the second accidental sighting occurred (Tamaki once again worried about Kyouya after a significant time had passed since he'd gone to the bathroom), he began noticing small things. Such as, Kyouya drinking a lot more fluids than normal. Very slight squirming in his seat just before he'd excuse himself.

Tamaki was mystified, yet he could not help but find himself strangely fascinated at his friend's unusual behavior. So when Kyouya once again disappeared for a period of time while heading to the bathroom, he did not find it overly odd that he followed.

All right, Tamaki. This is it. You can just... just ask him. He's your friend, and you're his friend, and if something is wrong or is bothering him or-or-or whatever, then it'll be okay. We can work this out together!

With these inspirational thoughts in mind, he turned the knob again and pushed the door forward. But what awaited him there was something a bit different.

There before the toilet was Kyouya as per usual, but this time he was bent over, his hands upon the tank and his pants pooled at his feet. His anus, testicles, and penis were in full view. Slowly, very slowly, he turned to look backwards.

"Ah, Tamaki. This is rather embarrassing to admit, but I'm afraid I'm in need of your help. You see, I can't quite get myself to go..." He paused a moment, licking his lips slightly. "Would you be able to lend a hand?"

Tamaki stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock; his breathing sounded unnaturally loud in his ears. He blinked and, with sudden realization, noticed his free hand had moved down to smooth at the cloth of his crotch, an erection half-formed there.

It all made sense now, he knew; another gut feeling that he was sure was correct. In that instant, a generous smile bloomed across his face.

"Kyouya. I'm sure we can work this out together." They were friends, after all.

Tamaki closed the door. And he made sure to lock it.

Prompt: Kyouya/Tamaki, topping from the bottom

2007-05-31T01:25:59Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

"Harder," Tamaki moaned. "Faster..." He half-sobbed into the sheets and rocked insistently.

This only served to make Kyouya roll his eyes; he had no intention of deviating from the pace he'd set, especially not after last week when Tamaki gave him a blowjob at a record-breaking slow speed. It had been all he could do not to come out of sheer frustration, and now he was going to make Tamaki pay. He rolled his hips forward gently, cautiously, ignoring the protests coming from beneath him.

"Is... is this payback for last week? I'm sorry, Kyouya, I won't tease you like that ever again--"

"Shut up." Kyouya grinned wickedly as Tamaki whimpered again. "Don't you know you should listen to Mother? I'm the one in charge now."

Tamaki stilled at once, staring at Kyouya with wide, violet eyes. "In charge...?" he asked wondrously, as if he couldn't believe what his ears were hearing. Then suddenly, wide hands pushed hard against Kyouya's chest, causing him to tumble away onto the waiting pillows behind him. The loss of Tamaki's warmth around his cock sent goosebumps spidering all over his body, but the look he was receiving made him shiver.

"You think you're in charge?" Tamaki laughed, getting to his knees. He began to crawl forward, pinning Kyouya with a sultry, dangerous gaze. "Daddy gets... what Daddy wants."

His head dipped down to take a long swipe at Kyouya's thigh with his tongue, one hand grasping his cock. Kyouya gasped, a low chuckle his response. After a quick squeeze and release, the hand slides up, up along his flat, taut abdomen, and Tamaki made sure to brush his cock against Kyouya's as he begins to straddle him.

Seeing him stare down with that smug, exultant expression upon his face, knowing the balance of power had turned in his lover's favor... Kyouya was helpless against the sheer force of Tamaki's presence. And he reveled in it.

"Kyouya..." Here he smiled, his expression almost (almost) benevolent. He reached around and once more took Kyouya into his hand. "What do you think Daddy wants right now?"

He gaped, his breath coming out in short, abrupt gasps. "M-me," was his breathy reply.

"Of course, of course," Tamaki purred, and without warning, drove himself down upon the other. Kyouya's eyes widened and he moaned, arcing his back as that warm, tight sensation returned to him at last.

"Now," --here he paused to affix Kyouya with a steely look, making him wonder if he'd inadvertantly been giving Tamaki lessons-- "fuck me hard, and fuck me fast, Kyouya."

He could only respond with a snap of his hips upward as he began to do exactly as he was told. Tamaki mewled above him, scraped his nails against Kyouya's skin, then took hold of his own cock.

"More," he whispered, his eyes closed in rapture. Here Kyouya faltered a moment, wanting to savor the wanton visage before him, but it was not to be. The second he slowed Tamaki's eyes flared open.

"I. Said. More." The other hand darted behind him and squeezed Kyouya's balls, none too gently either. With a choked exclamation, he bucked and jerked.

This earned him an eager moan. Damn needy little bitch, he thought. Yet as he thought this, Tamaki gasped and said, "Open your mouth."

Puzzled, Kyouya moved his gaze from Tamaki's eyes to Tamaki's cock, which was being pumped hard and fast and now coming in hot little spurts all over his face.

Kyouya shrieked as the semen hit him, yet as he did, he felt his own orgasm pulse through him once, twice; he opened his mouth and let it in him, determined to make the most of it, because damned if he wasn't going to give him what he wanted at this juncture.

After a few moments, they stilled; still panting, Tamaki got off and slid beside Kyouya, rubbing against him like a sated cat.

"Mmm didn't I tell you? Daddy gets what he wants." He sighed and began tiptoeing his fingers across Kyouya's chest.

He thinks he's just going to get away with this...?

"Tamaki."

"Hmm?"

"It's in my hair."

The hand stilled.

"It's on my glasses."

The hand withdrew, and Kyouya turned to look at him.

"You really should listen to Mother." The squeal he got in return let him know his lesson would be learned well that night.

Prompt: Mori/Haruhi wallsex in public

2007-05-31T01:10:08Z

Written for the Ouran High School Host Club Anonymous Kink Meme; original thread found here.

How is anyone supposed to get any studying done with all this racket? Haruhi wondered. Every single library in this school was the same: filled to the brim with chatty students, all of whom were clearly not taking advantage of the natural peace and quiet that libraries possessed. As well as books. Can't forget books.

Reaching up for another book on Descartes, she felt something brush slightly against her hair; turning to look, she saw Mori-senpai standing before her, scanning the area ahead.

"Ah, Mori-senpai!" She smiled and held up the current book in her hand. "Come to brush up on philosophy? Though it's hard enough to concentrate in here, what with all this commotion..."

"Yeah..." He paused, then looked down at her. "I know a quiet place."

Her eyes lit up. "Really? Thank goodness! And here I thought I'd just have to check the books out and go home." As she said this, he was already moving past her. Quickly, she grabbed the Descartes book and hurried after him. She followed him through the winding, random path he took through the stacks, noticing the din slowly trailing off. Finally he stopped at the end of one row, a wall halting his progress. He turned and waited.

Haruhi looked around, puzzled. "This... this is it? But there's no table, not even a chair. And it's not even that--"

Whatever she might have said next was cut off by a swift kiss. The books fell from her suddenly nerveless fingers as two strong hands guided her against the wall, a knee parting her legs neatly. She broke the kiss with a jerk of her head, gasping and reeling from the contact.

"S-senpai! What are you--"

One hand ghosted up her shirt (somehow untucked now) to her backside, deftly unclasping her bra, as the other smoothed her cheek, altogether too gentle, too unreal to be happening.

This whole situation is what's unreal, the detached and watchful part of her mind echoed. Though isn't this what you wanted?

She had to admit, it was true; in the evening hours, just before she'd drift to sleep, she let her mind wander and imagine: what would happen if so-and-so (any six might do) did something... what would happen...

Except it was happening. Rather forcibly, at that. Yet, she could not bring herself to say the word, the one that would bring everything to a halt, because she knew that if she said it, it would stop. Despite this, she trusted that in him.

"Trust me," she heard him murmur against her neck, a warm tongue darting just beneath her jaw. She squirmed (it was just a bit ticklish), and she knew that she implicitly did.

Then she noticed that her pants had somehow come undone and were around her knees. And that his hand was under her panties.

The alarm bells in her head began to sound off in earnest.

"You, you can't. I! I--"

She cut off with a squeak as the first long finger entered her. One hard squeeze at her breast distracted her momentarily, but it could not full dispel the strange, insistent feeling that began welling up within her. Unconsciously, Haruhi rocked forward and gasped, partially because her body wasn't responding to any of the frantic protests her mind was sending out, partially because it felt really, really good. When the second found its way in, it felt even better; scissoring, wriggling, excitable fingers, going this way and that as they danced to some unknown tune. She couldn't stop a stray moan from escaping her lips, yet as this happened, the hand between her legs vanished.

Her hips jerked forward in response, her body shaking; this couldn't be happening. Of all people, silent, stoic Mori-senpai--it was unfathomable! She had to get a grip, else her hold on reality would surely be lost forever. But when she felt it--long, hard, warm--against her stomach, she knew immediately what was in store for her.

Well honestly, Haruhi, you knew all along, she thought. Don't play dumb now.

Skillful hands grasped her hips and slid her up the wall to eye level, her pants now around her feet. She gazed into Mori-senpai's eyes, his intense stare at once unnerving and enthralling. He said nothing, waiting, watching; she knew what he was asking of her.

And Haruhi knew her answer exactly.

Clutching at his shirt, she leaned forward and kissed him; to hell with rational thought. In a world full of rich bastards with their own insane brand of logic, she needed to adapt. She needed to survive. And at that moment, she very much needed to be fucked.

Her panties slipped sideways and she felt the rush of his cock within her, making her gasp against his mouth. Her whole body trembled around him, quivering with fulfilled anticipation; he held like this, as still as possible, for a few agonizing seconds. Then slowly, ever so slowly he began to move back and forth, rocking against her in sweet motion. She groaned and shifted her hands to run aimlessly through his hair. As he set about kissing and licking at her neck again, her half-lidded gaze turned toward the stacks before them--and spied a student volunteer stopped at the end with a cart full of books.

Her eyes widened as she watched the student idly check a sheet of paper, fiddle with a paperback, check her watch. This is it, Haruhi thought frantically. Oh god we're going to be caught we're going to be expelled put in jail I'm never going to get to eat ootoro Dad's going to kill me oh god!

"Mori-senpai!" she whispered into his ear.

Three things happened in quick succession:

Mori-senpai shuddered then surged forward, his thrusts wild and careless, intermittent grunts escaping him.

Haruhi's body seized up as her orgasm charged through her like a bolt of lightning.

The random student pushed her cart out of view, never taking notice of the pair.

Her entire being was on fire--no, she was completely burnt away--no, she never existed and this was all just an immensely satisfying dream. Her breath came out in heaves as she leaned against him spent and shivering. He too was panting as if at the end of a marathon; his grip on her hips eased as he moved back and set her on her feet. A small whimper escaped her as he did, earning her a small, Mori-senpai-styled smile. As Haruhi busied herself with straightening her attire, he held out the two books she had dropped earlier.

"Good luck studying."

With that, he turned and walked off. She sighed; there'd be no studying tonight, she knew. Tonight, there'd only be a warm meal, a hot bath, and maybe a long phone call...

いらっしゃいませ～

2007-05-31T00:25:23Z

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