Ouran fic: What's in it for you? rated T Kyouya/Haruhi
Title: What’s in it for you?
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: Kyouya/Haruhi, implied Kasanoda/Haruhi
Warning: Mild suggestive theme male/female
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1197
Genre: Romance/suspense
Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori owns Ouran High School Host Club, not me. I make no money writing this story which is for amusement only and means no harm to the anime or manga.
A/N: My first attempt at writing this pairing since I love the stories on this LJ group. In the interest of putting out more stories with Kyouya and Haruhi in them. Please let me know what you think. Criticisms/comments welcome. It takes place after a Haruhi/Kasanoda story I wrote called Today the Host is a Tutor Part 1. and Part 2
Music room 3 had concluded its business as meeting place for the Host Club, and the others had just left. Fujioyoka Haruhi gathered her belongings to leave as well, but something impeded her by stepping in her way.
“Ahem, may I ask where you’re going?” a familiar voice said to her.
Dark eyes the color if midnight seemed to bore into hers. Yet she kept from shivering much at first. Surely he was only giving her another lesson, Haruhi thought. Since that time she had tutored Kasanoda she had felt the awakening if desires. So trying to dismiss herself to the shadow king she has not counted on his frown or his body blocking her way.
Indignant but a bit unsettled she huffed, "Do you mind moving Kyouya sempai?"
He pushed up his glasses, and muttered, "As a matter of fact I do."
Haruhi's brow creased as she asked, "Excuse me?"
His hand reached over to the knob before he leaned on the door. Scanning around the room for Tamaki she tried to push past. Yet the shadow king would not budge. So she tried to think fast.
"Kyouya sempai let me leave. Or I can't get home and rest properly. How can I repay my debt if I don't get sufficient rest?"
His brows knitted together. "How do I know you won’t go to Kasanoda's?"
Tension grew by the minute. Firming her voice she snapped, "Why is it an issue now?"
"Because you are an asset to the club, not chattel for a yakuza boss to be made into his future bride," Kyouya said firmly, eyes set with hardness.
“Why didn’t you stop me before if you were that worried about me going to tutor him that one time?” she asked, resting hands on her hips as she glared up at him.
“Because the nature of that relationship has caused me concern, which could cause you considerable trouble for your future at Ouran Academy perhaps?” he said in a hushed voice, his dark eyes unreadable but for some concern that startled her.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, sarcasm evident in her tone. "Gee I didn't know you cared."
Next she pushed against the older one's chest, only to hear his rapid intake of breath. Intrigued she leaned up so her face bobbed inches before his. The frown melted into a confused expression. He brought his lips to hers and whispered, "You would be surprised..."
“Would I?” she asked, trying to keep her voice level.
His head dipped at the same time his hands grasped her upper arm in one strong hand not holding his black book. A firm set of lips pressed to her mouth silencing her next word. Haruhi stood frozen not because she didn’t know how to kiss thanks to Kasanoda a few days earlier. Yet from pure shock because it was the person giving the gesture. Then he slid the arm holding the book wrapped around pulling her into him. She clutched his jacket lapels and stiffly moved her head to one side. Seconds later her memories of kissing a small whimper escaped someone's throat muffled by the kiss. Haruhi felt a bolt of unknown sensation slam through her and felt feverish when he pulled back. Behind his glasses his pupils dilated.
She touched her lips with one hand not on his lapel. Still processing the fact that the shadow king had kissed her. "S...sempai," she stammered.
A smirk turned his lips up a bit, and he half purred, "So you are surprised?"
With a slight smile she answered, "Of course you would protect your investments... But kissing me? What’s in it for you, Kyouya sempai?"
Dark eyes gleamed with amusement behind his glasses, light flashing across them for a moment so Haruhi couldn’t see them. That chuckle from his throat both thrilled and startled her but was far more familiar to her than the upper classmate who had just bestowed that unexpected kiss on her.
“You imply there is nothing to gain? But I have gained your attention,” he chuckled, wrapping his other arm around her so their fronts pressed together. From what she expected was a cold person his body heat was scorching. Even more surprising was the fact she didn't wish to let go.
Glancing at his glasses instead of directly into his eyes she queried, "So what’s in it for you money wise, sempai?”
“An interesting notion in its own right,” he murmured, before he bent down to taste her mouth once more, sliding his tongue along the furrow of her lips enticing.
Curious she opened her mouth slightly to grant him access. Now her hands clumsily grabbed his shoulders. Against her mouth Kyouya turned his dipping his tongue slowly but firmly inside and across her palate. A giggle vibrated her throat partly from amusement and the rest from awkwardness. Kasanoda had done the same but Kyouya used more measured strokes. At the back of her neck she felt his fingers pressing into a tight knot. Her tongue moved into his oral space eliciting a sharp exhalation through his nostrils. Why did he taste like mouthwash mingled with the instant coffee?
“As interesting that you drank some of my instant coffee?” Haruhi countered with a slight smile on her lips still tingling with his kiss once they broke for air.
“It is an acquired taste,” Kyouya murmured, his stare intense.
“So, you haven’t answered my question, Kyouya sempai,” she said with slight irritation, squirming a bit in his arms.
“Haven’t I?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. Backing her into a table where his laptop sat, he put down the black book behind her, and then pulled her towards him. She made no move to stop him, for what reason neither of them knew but guessed was curiosity.
“How much of my debt do I still owe? I guess you think you should have some fun with me or something since…” she asked him next, still resting her hands flat on neutral territory as she straightened his tie that had shifted.
“Not in the way that you’d imagine. But that can wait till another day. It’s high time you got home before you are missed,” he answered, and then bent down to kiss her forehead gently before pulling out his phone. He had released her long enough but still kept hold of her hand gently yet firmly clasped hers.
“I can walk home, sempai,” said Haruhi.
“What if I insist on staying for a cup of tea in payment?” Kyouya asked, his eyes still meeting hers.
“Fine,” Haruhi said, nodding slowly. “But this isn’t going to be a habit.”
Many unanswered questions dangled before her as she let him call for a car, and even followed him out the door still holding his hand in hers in the late afternoon once he had packed away his computer and other belongings. She couldn’t help wonder why Tamaki hadn’t stayed behind as he usually did. He seemed rather preoccupied and distracted. Haruhi then let Kyouya take her home, something she wouldn’t have done previously and wasn’t sure why she allowed this time, except because she wanted those answers.
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: Kyouya/Haruhi, implied Kasanoda/Haruhi
Warning: Mild suggestive theme male/female
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 1197
Genre: Romance/suspense
Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori owns Ouran High School Host Club, not me. I make no money writing this story which is for amusement only and means no harm to the anime or manga.
A/N: My first attempt at writing this pairing since I love the stories on this LJ group. In the interest of putting out more stories with Kyouya and Haruhi in them. Please let me know what you think. Criticisms/comments welcome. It takes place after a Haruhi/Kasanoda story I wrote called Today the Host is a Tutor Part 1. and Part 2
Music room 3 had concluded its business as meeting place for the Host Club, and the others had just left. Fujioyoka Haruhi gathered her belongings to leave as well, but something impeded her by stepping in her way.
“Ahem, may I ask where you’re going?” a familiar voice said to her.
Dark eyes the color if midnight seemed to bore into hers. Yet she kept from shivering much at first. Surely he was only giving her another lesson, Haruhi thought. Since that time she had tutored Kasanoda she had felt the awakening if desires. So trying to dismiss herself to the shadow king she has not counted on his frown or his body blocking her way.
Indignant but a bit unsettled she huffed, "Do you mind moving Kyouya sempai?"
He pushed up his glasses, and muttered, "As a matter of fact I do."
Haruhi's brow creased as she asked, "Excuse me?"
His hand reached over to the knob before he leaned on the door. Scanning around the room for Tamaki she tried to push past. Yet the shadow king would not budge. So she tried to think fast.
"Kyouya sempai let me leave. Or I can't get home and rest properly. How can I repay my debt if I don't get sufficient rest?"
His brows knitted together. "How do I know you won’t go to Kasanoda's?"
Tension grew by the minute. Firming her voice she snapped, "Why is it an issue now?"
"Because you are an asset to the club, not chattel for a yakuza boss to be made into his future bride," Kyouya said firmly, eyes set with hardness.
“Why didn’t you stop me before if you were that worried about me going to tutor him that one time?” she asked, resting hands on her hips as she glared up at him.
“Because the nature of that relationship has caused me concern, which could cause you considerable trouble for your future at Ouran Academy perhaps?” he said in a hushed voice, his dark eyes unreadable but for some concern that startled her.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, sarcasm evident in her tone. "Gee I didn't know you cared."
Next she pushed against the older one's chest, only to hear his rapid intake of breath. Intrigued she leaned up so her face bobbed inches before his. The frown melted into a confused expression. He brought his lips to hers and whispered, "You would be surprised..."
“Would I?” she asked, trying to keep her voice level.
His head dipped at the same time his hands grasped her upper arm in one strong hand not holding his black book. A firm set of lips pressed to her mouth silencing her next word. Haruhi stood frozen not because she didn’t know how to kiss thanks to Kasanoda a few days earlier. Yet from pure shock because it was the person giving the gesture. Then he slid the arm holding the book wrapped around pulling her into him. She clutched his jacket lapels and stiffly moved her head to one side. Seconds later her memories of kissing a small whimper escaped someone's throat muffled by the kiss. Haruhi felt a bolt of unknown sensation slam through her and felt feverish when he pulled back. Behind his glasses his pupils dilated.
She touched her lips with one hand not on his lapel. Still processing the fact that the shadow king had kissed her. "S...sempai," she stammered.
A smirk turned his lips up a bit, and he half purred, "So you are surprised?"
With a slight smile she answered, "Of course you would protect your investments... But kissing me? What’s in it for you, Kyouya sempai?"
Dark eyes gleamed with amusement behind his glasses, light flashing across them for a moment so Haruhi couldn’t see them. That chuckle from his throat both thrilled and startled her but was far more familiar to her than the upper classmate who had just bestowed that unexpected kiss on her.
“You imply there is nothing to gain? But I have gained your attention,” he chuckled, wrapping his other arm around her so their fronts pressed together. From what she expected was a cold person his body heat was scorching. Even more surprising was the fact she didn't wish to let go.
Glancing at his glasses instead of directly into his eyes she queried, "So what’s in it for you money wise, sempai?”
“An interesting notion in its own right,” he murmured, before he bent down to taste her mouth once more, sliding his tongue along the furrow of her lips enticing.
Curious she opened her mouth slightly to grant him access. Now her hands clumsily grabbed his shoulders. Against her mouth Kyouya turned his dipping his tongue slowly but firmly inside and across her palate. A giggle vibrated her throat partly from amusement and the rest from awkwardness. Kasanoda had done the same but Kyouya used more measured strokes. At the back of her neck she felt his fingers pressing into a tight knot. Her tongue moved into his oral space eliciting a sharp exhalation through his nostrils. Why did he taste like mouthwash mingled with the instant coffee?
“As interesting that you drank some of my instant coffee?” Haruhi countered with a slight smile on her lips still tingling with his kiss once they broke for air.
“It is an acquired taste,” Kyouya murmured, his stare intense.
“So, you haven’t answered my question, Kyouya sempai,” she said with slight irritation, squirming a bit in his arms.
“Haven’t I?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. Backing her into a table where his laptop sat, he put down the black book behind her, and then pulled her towards him. She made no move to stop him, for what reason neither of them knew but guessed was curiosity.
“How much of my debt do I still owe? I guess you think you should have some fun with me or something since…” she asked him next, still resting her hands flat on neutral territory as she straightened his tie that had shifted.
“Not in the way that you’d imagine. But that can wait till another day. It’s high time you got home before you are missed,” he answered, and then bent down to kiss her forehead gently before pulling out his phone. He had released her long enough but still kept hold of her hand gently yet firmly clasped hers.
“I can walk home, sempai,” said Haruhi.
“What if I insist on staying for a cup of tea in payment?” Kyouya asked, his eyes still meeting hers.
“Fine,” Haruhi said, nodding slowly. “But this isn’t going to be a habit.”
Many unanswered questions dangled before her as she let him call for a car, and even followed him out the door still holding his hand in hers in the late afternoon once he had packed away his computer and other belongings. She couldn’t help wonder why Tamaki hadn’t stayed behind as he usually did. He seemed rather preoccupied and distracted. Haruhi then let Kyouya take her home, something she wouldn’t have done previously and wasn’t sure why she allowed this time, except because she wanted those answers.