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works/8056294.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Fujioka_Haruhi/Ootori_Kyouya
  Character:
      Ootori_Kyouya, Fujioka_Haruhi, Hitachiin_Kaoru, Hitachiin_Hikaru, Suoh
      Tamaki, Morinozuka_Takashi, Haninozuka_Mitsukuni
  Additional Tags:
      Possessive_Behavior, Jealous_behavior, Instinctual_behavior, Biting,
      Underage_Sex_(highschool_age), 16_Year_Old_Haruhi
  Series:
      Part 2 of Storms_of_Passion
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-17 Words: 4688
****** Lightning ******
by FlameWolf
Summary
     Two months after the events at the beach house and Haruhi still
     hasn't told the Host Club about their relationship. On top of that,
     the twins have scented trouble and seem determined to find out why
     Kyoya seems so cranky lately. Just a normal day at Ouran High.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything from Ouran Highschool Host
     Club. This is just for fun and no profit will be made from this,
     obviously.
     Author’s Note: Welp, you guys can thank TwothingsThreethings for
     planting this idea in my head. Give them all the love.
     Two months, two long months of not being allowed to acknowledge what had
happened between them.  He wasn’t able to talk to her or even look at her
beyond what would be considered normal by the others.  It was enough to set his
teeth on edge but he continued on, simply because Haruhi had requested it of
him.  Yet that didn’t help when the twins or Tamaki hung off her.  Every time
they kissed, petted or teased her, it made his blood boil.  She was  his  and
his alone!  Why should  they  be allowed to touch her when  he  was not?
 Still, he sat there and endured it because she had asked it of him.  She had
assured him that she would tell them when she was ready but he quickly found
himself running out of patience.
     Haruhi herself wasn’t oblivious to what he was going through, feeling his
anger and jealousy rolling off him in thick waves.  It certainly didn’t help
that the twins had also sensed this, clinging further onto her in some odd
determination to draw out the source.  Most of the time they resembled
mischievous foxes but, in the past month and a half, they acted more like
sharks that had scented blood in the water.  They had devolved from their
friendly flirting to downright rubbing themselves on her and coming dangerously
close to kissing her cheek.  If things kept going like they were, the situation
would be taken from her hands entirely.
     On top of it, even Tamaki seemed to sense something was wrong and took
exception with the Hitachiins’ lewd treatment of her.  Sighing, the teen found
herself wishing things were a lot less complicated in her life.  If she were a
normal girl with normal friends, she would be celebrating with them and
everything would be right with her world.  Instead, she was too afraid to tell
them the truth.  Heaven knew how they would react.  “Haruhi~  Aren’t you ever
going to tell us why the Shadow King has been giving us the evil eye more than
usual lately?” came the sing-song voice of Hikaru in her ear as he draped
himself over her right shoulder.
     “Yeah, seems to happen whenever we do things like this,” hummed Kaoru as
he leaned over her left.  Both pressed their cheeks to hers in unison and she
saw her secret lover go board stiff in response, his glasses flashing to
briefly hide his steely gray eyes.  For just a second, she could have sworn
they had turned violet.
If they got any closer to her, he would lose control entirely.  Just seeing
their lips so close to hers nearly made him shoot to his feet and storm over to
show them just who she belonged to.  Breathing slowly through his nose as he
fought against the rage roiling inside his veins, he heard a voice that made
his teeth grind together.  “You shady twins get your filthy paws off my
Haruhi,” protested Tamaki in a high pitched whine, his words making the young
heir’s hands curl into tight fists on top of the table he sat at.   His  Haruhi
indeed.  The only good thing about the blonde’s presence at the moment was that
he had succeeding in shooing off the ever intrusive Hitachiins.
     Still, this couldn’t be allowed to go on.  Not when every cell in his body
was screaming at him to act like the Ootori he was.  Ootoris didn’t sit and
watch while other men fawned over their women.  They made sure the whole world
knew just who she belonged to and certainly didn’t sit aside until she decided
it was time to tell others.  Still, they didn’t break their promises either
 and he had given his word before they had parted on that first night that he
would allow her to handle things.  Surely it wouldn’t be much longer until she
told everyone they were in a relationship.  Surely she was just nervous about
how her friends would take the news and she wasn’t ashamed to be with him while
appearing to be a guy to the rest of the school.  Unfortunately, the next
events made all his self-imposed limiters of pride and honor go flying out the
window.
     Haruhi, who was trying to smooth Tamaki’s feathers without further
ruffling Kyoya’s, could only watch what was going to happen unfold in slow
motion.  She could see the idea as soon as it crossed Kaoru’s face and he was
walking over in a far too relaxed manner.  Every line in his lanky body
screamed of mischief, right down to the small smirk curling his lips.  Then, as
if time was slowed down just to show her the disaster, the twin raised his
right hand and gave the club leader’s upper back a light push with his
fingertips.  This caused the blonde to lose balance, his arms windmilling
before he fell forward and disaster happened.
     Tamaki’s lips met hers and she was aware of the taste of tea as well as
something sweet as the man she saw as little more than a brother froze, seeming
unsure of what to do next.  Before Haruhi could move to push him away, the teen
was ripped from her by a black blur and thrown into a wall.  Everyone in the
room went dead silent as Kyoya slowly straightened, fixing his tie as his
glasses flashed to hide his eyes.  Then he was turning to her, her heart
leaping in her chest as he closed the distance and yanked her to her feet.
     The blood continued to roar in his ears as his vision narrowed to the
girl, no, woman on the couch.  Like a striking snake, he had yanked her against
him; letting out a feral noise of satisfaction to feel her developing breasts
against his chest.  Her soft lips parted and she whispered something he could
barely hear over the indignation and outrage he felt.  It sounded like a plea,
only serving to incense him more.  Was she asking him to come to his senses and
stop this?  When his rival was so freely able to take her lips?  His very soul
yelled out in denial and he took her lips in a fierce kiss, her sweetness only
driving him further into his frenzy.
     It had been far too long since the last time they had kissed or even held
eachother, Haruhi wanting to hold off until she had told the others.  The taste
of her flooded his mouth and something broke as his arms wrapped around her in
an iron grip, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth.  Shuddering like a
frightened rabbit and reminding him strongly of that first night together, his
Haruhi parted her lips to let him in.  He was inches from tasting heaven when
he was ripped from her in the same manner he had Tamaki.  Looking up, he saw
Mori giving him a rather shocked look.
     She had merely asked him to hold on until she explained but he had made
talking impossible.  Still, she wasn’t immune to the dominant, possessive aura
he gave off as his tongue swept into her mouth and the taste of him filled her
senses.  It was then she realized just how much she had missed him in those
months of separation and she found herself placing her hands on his upper back
as she relaxed into the assault.  She had missed him more than she had
realized, feeling at peace despite his anger.  Then he was ripped from her as
she found herself feeling dazed as well as a bit bereft.
     Blinking as she came back to reality, Haruhi look up to see Mori
restraining Kyoya as an extremely confused Tamaki pulled himself to his feet.
 The blonde’s blue eyes were full of worry as well as fear as he came to her
while keeping his eyes on the captured vice president.  “What’s gotten into
you?” whispered the stunned teen, before turning to look her over for injury.
 Ignoring his annoying fluttering, the brunette noticed her would be lover’s
face go tense with hurt as well as jealousy as he suddenly started to fight
against the taller, stronger senior holding him.
     If she would say nothing, then he would make damn sure everyone here knew
who she belonged to.  He would take her into the back room and make her cry his
name in pleasure over and over until there was no doubt.  Then he would take
her home with him and have a very long talk with her about just why she hadn’t
stopped their mutual friends from treating him like a common rapist.  Vision
filling with red, the youngest Ootori fought against Honey’s bodyguard; his
rage only building as his best friend tried to steer what was his away.
     All sense, all decorum, all rationale fled for the fury and betrayal he
felt.  Why wasn’t she saying anything?!  Why was she allowing Mori to lead him
out while the half french teen soothed her?!  Had she been playing with him all
along?  Had she never meant all those small shows of affection?  Just thinking
about it made his fury surge afresh and he began to thrash like a caught fish
until he heard a small, female voice say, “Let him go Mori, its my fault he
snapped like this.  Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru; back off for a few moments.”
     Guilt and a touch of anxiety wrapped around her heart as she watched
Kyoya’s face.  She was so shocked by what was going on, she simply froze until
the dark haired ‘stoic type’ had started dragging the ‘Shadow King’ toward the
door.  It was then she stamped hard on her confusion as well as her terror and
opened her mouth.  Everyone froze as the words left her mouth, the trio turning
to look at her as Honey came in from a side room to see what all the ruckus was
about.  “My darling little Haruhi, you aren’t thinking clearly.  Kyoya
practically assaulted you.  Come sit on the couch and have some tea.  I’ll go
talk with him and find out just what’s gotten into him,” soothed the well-
meaning leader, placing an arm across her shoulder and drawing a vicious snarl
from the subdued co-leader.  Only the child-like Haninozuka seemed to
understand and he shoved the taller blonde away from the suit clad female.
     “Do what Haru-chan says Tama-chan,” he ordered before turning back to the
younger woman.
     “You’re in a relationship with Kyoya, aren’t ya,” observed the
accomplished martial artist, once again making everyone stare.  Then Tamaki
began to laugh, only growing uneasy when no one else joined in.
     “Aw come on, you have to be joking right?” he giggled giving a pleading
look to first Honey and then Haruhi.  The disguised female only blushed
slightly as her heart thudded hard in her chest.  Of all the ways she had seen
this happening, this certainly wasn’t on the list.
     “Its true.  I should have told you all a long time before now.  I can
explain later though, just let Kyoya go.  As well intentioned as your actions
are, you’re only making things worse,” pleaded the level-headed teen, knowing
things were likely to blow up due to all of this.
     Relief flowed through the youngest Ootori as he was slowly lowered to the
ground but the irritation remained.  Straightening his tie and fixing his
uniform coat, the Ice Prince walked a couple steps forward before holding out
his right hand with the palm up in a clear demand.  If she refused, he would
close the distance himself but he needed her to come to him; to show them that
she wasn’t just telling them something to soothe conflict caused by his earlier
actions.  When she tried to move forward, only to be stopped by Tamaki, Kyoya
heard himself let out a low growl.  “Tamaki, please.  He won’t hurt me,”
pleaded the intoxicating temptress that had caused this in the first place.
     Still, a bit of tension faded from his body when she finally began to move
forward again; her much smaller hand slipping into his.  Instead of pulling her
forward like he very much longed to do, the ebony haired teen allowed her to
close the distance herself; shuddering as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
 As she pressed against him for the second time that day, he let out a throaty
groan; his eyes closing as she became the one to take charge.  Some part of him
took great satisfaction in the shocked murmurs that came from the twins and the
expression on the troublesome president’s face when she gave him a kiss that
matched his earlier one.
     Even after her explanation, she fully expected to be ripped from Kyoya by
Tamaki or even Hikaru.  It was no secret the slightly older twin had a crush on
her and she could only pray no one interfered as she used her admittedly novice
kissing skills to use.  Thankfully her message came through clearly and the
teen’s arms wound around her as his mouth angled over hers to allow him better
access.  As his tongue stroked almost lazily along hers, she felt herself get
lost in a haze of need that began to creep over her body.  “We should give them
some private time right now.  Haru-chan can explain later,” came a sweet voice
through the fog, barely registering in her brain as the boy lolita’s as her one
time lover slowly broke the liplock.
     “We both will.  Right now, Honey is correct.  I need to have my own
discussion with our dear female member,” came his voice, too calm and
deceptively neutral as he continued to hold her tight against him.  It was
almost as if he was afraid someone would try to take her from him.
     To her relief and apprehension, Mori and his tiny cousin made sure to
usher out the other members; even the loudly protesting Tamaki and Hikaru.  “It
just doesn’t make sense!  When did all this happen?!  We can’t just leave the
two of them alone if they  are  in a relationship.  What if he tries to
deflower my little girl?” the senior protested as he was drug away.  Haruhi
could only blush as mortification and indignation filled her.
     “Senpai, while you may have this fantasy that I’m like a daughter to you;
you’ve gone a bit too far.  You have no right to say who I have sex with or
when.  Also, for your information, Kyoya and I have already had sex,” she
hissed, suddenly filled with an undeniable urge to defend her lover’s claim to
her as well as her own rights as an individual.
     The last vestiges of his anger simply melted away at her confession.
 Finally, his blood sang with that word.  Finally.  All at once nothing
mattered but her scent and the feeling of her in his arms.  The way the milky
junction of her neck made his mouth water.  Inhaling deeply of her sweet
essence, he gave the pale column that called to him a hard nip.  Something
primal inside him reveled in the breathy noise she released and he looked up to
ensure they were alone.  When he saw no one, he scooped the breathless female
into his arms and carried her into a side room he had long claimed as his.  It
was the one place in the club only he had a key to, truly ensuring there would
be no interruptions.
     As much as he didn’t want to, the youngest Ootori placed Haruhi on her
feet to lock the door.  Then he was smoothing a hand through his hair as his
eyes closed and he tried to regain composure.  Someone of his station didn’t
stoop to losing himself in instinct and jealousy.  Yet the thought of just
sitting by and allowing the blonde to kiss what was his made his blood boil
afresh and he bit the inside of his cheek to maintain control of himself.  “Why
did you not speak sooner?” he whispered, not daring to turn to face her lest
the sight of her recently abused lips cause him to lose himself again.  Until
he had the answers he needed, he must keep a short leash on his desires.
     It felt as if her heart had stopped as she absorbed his words, licking her
lips as she kept her gaze on his back despite her fear.  She was her mother’s
daughter and would meet this problem head on.  If she hid from it, it would
only become larger and harder to handle later on.  Even if her excuse was
flimsy, it was the truth.  “I... I was scared and I froze.  I didn’t know what
to do in all the confusion.  Then Mori started to take you away and...  I
should have said something long before now but I was a coward.  You guys...
 Well, you’re all like my family and I don’t know what I would do if... if...,”
she whispered, something fragile inside her shivering as she fought against
tears.  Normally stoic, she found herself on the verge of breaking down at the
mere thought of losing any of the friends she had made here.
     Even though she had been watching him, his quick movement still startled
her as he took her into a tight hold.  His hands came up to cradle the back of
her head and upper back as his purple tinged eyes met hers steadily.  “You
could commit murder and they would cover up for you, even make sure you would
escape.  You’re as much family to them as they are to you.  Still, I understand
your fears a bit better.  Right now, however, we have two months to make up
for,” came a husky rumble that made warm tingles wash over her skin and collect
in a ball in her lower belly.
     The salt of her tears was what broke him and he knew he could never allow
her to escape him.  As he turned to take her in his arms and mumble things in
her ear, he paid close attention to the small tremors travelling through her
body.  Despite all the statistics saying highschool relationships never lasted,
he knew he would never be able to let her go.  She was that part of him that
had been missing for far too long, the part that made him feel passion,
jealousy and even endless amounts of love.  Yes, love.  That was what he felt
for this slip of a girl, so much deeper of an emotion than someone her age
could even comprehend.  Even he was having trouble grasping it but he
wholeheartedly accepted that was what he felt.
     As she melted into him and released a cloud of pheromones, he knew she
felt the same instinctually.  Suddenly there were far too many clothes between
them and he needed to feel her against him.  Still, he had to maintain honor
and he wouldn’t do anything unless she told him she wanted it.  “Haruhi...
I...,” he began, only to be stopped by a kiss full of a passion that mirrored
her own.
     “I need you too Kyo...  I’ve missed you more than I expected these past
few months.  I never thought being in a relationship would be much more
different than being good friends but now...  I’m so sorry, these past two
months must have been torture,” she whispered her voice holding a faint
huskiness that made his whole body shudder.
     If Kyoya felt half as hot as she did, she was surprised he wasn’t going
crazy.  Pulling out of his arms, she tugged off the jacket before undoing her
tie and beginning to unbutton her shirt.  Although it was made of the finest
silk, it scratched her skin unbearably at the moment.  As her hands moved to
the third button, they were stopped by the taller teen in front of her; causing
her to look up at meet his eyes.  The hunger in the violet tinged, gray orbs
took her breath away and the sixteen year old allowed her hands to drop so he
could open the buttons on the white shirt one by one.
     It was so quiet, the buttons coming free of the material filled the room
with sound; almost seeming more deafening than the heart beating hard behind
her bosom.  She could feel his gaze on the small breasts that were hidden by a
modest athletic bra.  For just a brief moment, the modest teen wished she had
worn more pretty undergarments; then he was pulling aside the tight spandex to
latch onto a pink nipple and everything faded to focus on that point.  Brown
haired head tilting back as matching eyes closed, the androgynous female felt a
moan bubble out of her chest as she became aware of an almost pulling sensation
centering in her womb.  Her hands tangled in his short, silky hair of their own
accord to keep him there, grasping when one of his hands licked fire down her
side to stop at the hem of her pants.
     The sounds his quarry was making were very nearly his undoing but he
forced himself to move slowly despite the heat boiling his veins and the almost
painful throbbing of his manhood.  He was more than ready for her but he made
himself to give her the foreplay she would need, the spicy smell of her arousal
filling his nose.  He longed to taste this scent at its source and let out a
soft growl as he removed her shirt bit by bit.  It was like torture, revealing
her milky skin and not being able to devour it but he still forced himself to
move cautiously.  As inconvenient as it was to take it slow, the rewards would
be well worth it.  Just the way she shuddered under his hands was proof enough
of that.
     In an almost leisurely manner, he undid the fasteners on her suit pants
and slid them down her hips.  When he saw she was wearing red panties,
something deep inside him broke and a haze came over his vision.  Next thing he
knew, he had her on the couch he had been provided in this room; struggling
with his own clothes.  He only stilled his hands when she reached up to give
him the same treatment he had given her.  As her shaky fingers began to undo
the first button and the tips brushed the skin of his throat, Kyoya closed his
eyes as he gritted his teeth against the urge to just rip his own clothes off
and just take her until this room was filled with her cries.
     Haruhi felt her breath shuddering as she slowly revealed more of this
perfect male to her gaze.  The first time they had done anything, there had
only been natural lighting available and her view had been rather
unsatisfactory.  Now that she could see him, she found her breath utterly taken
away.  His skin was so pale that it reminded her of moonlight and his body was
lightly toned, just beginning to build into muscle due to all the activities he
engaged in.  Host Club wasn’t Kyoya’s only extracurricular activity.  He was a
well accomplished Martial Artist, prided himself in fencing, even excelled at
track; having an almost pathological need to be the best at everything.
     When she had first met him, she had been guilty of seeing him as cold and
manipulative but that night at the beach house had changed all of that.  The
teen everyone else saw was a mask, something he put up to protect himself as
well as others.  Being close to someone from a family in such a high position
put the both parties in danger and he couldn’t really afford to show weakness
on top of that.  All of a sudden, a thread of sadness mixed with her desire for
this growing man above and she leaned up to give him a kiss as she slid his
shirt off his broadening shoulders.
     Those fingers dancing across his flesh, they would either kill him or save
him; he wasn’t sure which.  All he knew was that he didn’t want her to stop
touching him and that he wished he had more than the couch to lay her on.  Then
her hands were going to his belt and his mind went blank again.  All he could
focus on was her hands undoing the leather band and unfastening his pants.
 Those soft fingers closing around his burgeoning erection and beginning to
explore drew another gruff noise from him before he was snagging both her
wrists and pinning them to the mattress.  Their bodies were mere inches from
eachother as he stared down at her, the self satisfied smirk on her innocent
face unraveling the last vestiges of the legendary Ootori self control.
     Practically tearing her underwear off, along with his own; he aligned
himself with her womanhood.  The heat radiating off her made him groan and
shudder, his forehead coming to rest on her right shoulder as he took in huge
breaths.  “H-haruu-hiiii,” snarled a voice that didn’t sound like his own as
her hands came up to rest on his back.
     “I-its okay Kyo.  M-me too,” whispered the voice of his angel, holding its
own raspiness and drawing a grin from him despite the hot, tight feeling in his
lower belly.  Then he was slowly sliding into her and letting out a contented
noise that came from deep inside his chest.
     There was a slight flash of pain but mostly pleasure and a bone deep
satisfaction as he filled her to the brim.  A heavy moan of his name left her
as she arched up to rest her forehead against the top of his shoulder.  With a
soft apology, he began to move and the slow burn became a raging inferno.  Each
stroke of him drew a new and interesting sound from her but all she could care
about was the ball of pressure growing tighter, and tighter and tighter
until...  A scream of Kyoya’s name passed from her lips as he let loose a low
growl.  Then he was spilling inside her, making her dimly grateful for the fact
she was on a birth control shot.
     As she shuddered and stilled, he placed soft kisses on her slightly salty
flesh.  Even as he softened, he didn’t pull free; enjoying the feeling of
oneness far too much to want to leave.  “I love you Haru.  I mean it from the
bottom of my heart, I love you,” confessed the youngest Ootori, his hair
hanging in his eyes as his glasses dangled off the tip of his nose.  Yet the
cool-headed distance his family was famous for had temporarily fled him, his
heart racing as he closed his eyes and waited for her reply.  A hand on his
cheek made him jolt as his eyes met hers.
     Kyoya, the ‘Ice Prince’, the ‘Shadow King’ had just told her he loved her.
 Her heart was in her throat as joyous tears brimmed her eyes.  Unable to
speak, she yanked him down into a tearful but passionate kiss; hoping her lips
would do the talking.  Thankfully he seemed to understand, relaxing immediately
as his arms wrapped around her.  After a few moments, the teen was breaking the
kiss with a smirk; adjusting his glasses with a finger and making the lenses
flash.  “Tamaki and the others aren’t going to take the news well at all.  Also
we should tell your father as soon as possible.  When we’re old enough, I fully
intend on marrying you,” he announced, rolling slightly so he was beside her
instead of on top of her.
     “While I’m scared of losing them, I don’t want to lose you either.
 Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together,” she whispered, blushing at
his words about marriage.  Surely he couldn’t mean that, they were just
teenagers.  Still, she would enjoy it while she could.  So, cuddling up to the
vice president with a smile, Haruhi went to sleep; unaware of the completely
serious expression on her lover’s face.
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