How to Make Love Like a Host

Here's chapter two. I have no idea how long this fic will be now... I was thinking of making it longer than I originally thought... maybe 10 chapters? I have no idea.

Anyway, enjoy if you can. I totally have the hots for Tamaki and it shows in my fics *pathetic* XD

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Tamaki rushed down the hall at breakneck speed, grateful that it was too early for the other students to be out of class yet; he didn't want anyone else seeing him in this state. When he had gone to the club room early to set things up, he certainly hadn't expected to find Haruhi doing... what she was doing. The thought made him blush again and he moved faster, hurrying to reach a secluded location.

    When the host club had started trading sexual favors, things had been embarrassing at first but by no means complicated. It was a little system that worked out quite smoothly, and kept the hormones of his fellow hosts in check. Kyouya had been the one who suggested it after the twins became a little too friendly with one of their regulars and nearly caused a scandal, and it was a very convenient setup. However, Tamaki had not counted on a female joining the club, particularly not one that he had such strong feelings for, and had not counted on things getting so very complicated. He felt a little guilty for pulling Haruhi into their sordid little world this afternoon.

    "Any gentleman would have done the same," he reminded himself. "She was in need and I satisfied her. There's no harm in that."

    However, even with his usual obliviousness he was aware that today's actions had complicated things. It had been a simple matter of Tamaki losing self-control. The way she looked with her hand down her pants, her eyes closed in concentration... it was enough to rob him of his sanity.

    The thought of Haruhi's actions earlier made it impossible for him to walk straight, and he began to despair reaching one of the bathrooms. He ducked behind a statue in a nook in the wall, praying as hard as he knew how that no one would come along to catch him, and reached into his pocket to draw out his monogrammed handkerchief, undoing his pants button with the other hand.

    Immediately after Tamaki's member was free of his underwear, he began stroking it. Taking a moment to glance down at the organ in his hand, he was surprised. Never before had he seen it standing so straight up, so swollen. Haruhi's effect on him was stunning. He leaned against the wall to support himself and gasped softly, melting into the bliss of finally, finally getting what he needed. As he touched himself, he thought back on those moments in the club room, to the sight of Haruhi pleasuring herself. Her face had been so red, her eyes so out of focus... her breath coming so hard. He had always found Haruhi adorable, but before today, despite his urges toward her, he had never really thought at length about finding her sexy. Now that he had started, it was impossible to stop.

    "Haruhi..." he muttered under his breath, his hand sliding quickly up and down his member. He stopped to rub his precum along his shaft to make the going easier and then started back at his rabid pace, his face screwed up in contention. Tamaki's body was preparing itself to orgasm embarrassingly fast, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Thinking back, he recalled the hot, slick feeling of being inside Haruhi's body, the wet softness of her clit under his fingers. And then there was the soft heat of her breast in his hand, the taste of her tongue on his. He could still taste her mouth, and it made his breath come faster.

    "Does she know what she does to me?" he asked softly but aloud, trembling in the face of the great pleasure that enveloped him. He was close and he knew it, his body tense, the heat between his legs so intense he was burning. Looking down at the hand that clutched his handkerchief, he blushed when he realized that his index and middle fingers still glistened with Haruhi's moisture. Those fingers had been inside of her...

    Trembling and tense, Tamaki raised the hand cautiously to his mouth and slid the fingers inside his mouth, running his tongue over the moisture that had accumulated there. The taste of her was surreal, delicious, exotic and musky, and with that part of her on his tongue he could not hold back any longer. Tamaki barely had time to remove his fingers from his mouth and get his handkerchief into place before his passion accumulated in a hot jet of seed that splattered into the handkerchief he quickly clapped over his head.

    Breathing hard, Tamaki got himself back into his underwear and zipped his pants. He folded his handkerchief with some embarrassment and slid it into his blazer pocket to be washed later. It took a moment of leaning against the wall breathing before he could function normally again. He brushed sweaty bangs out of his face and concentrated on taking deep breaths until he was fully recovered. There was something a little bit exciting about masturbating in public, and it was with a twinge of embarrassment that Tamaki realized he would never have dreamed of doing so if it weren't for Haruhi. Her effect on him so was so strong that he hadn't even been able to make it to a bathroom. With this knowledge, his face was a bit red as he headed for music room three, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

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    As Haruhi collected Tamaki's dropped papers, costumes, and decorations, she heard someone behind her clear their throat, and she turned her head to see Kyouya staring down at her, looking both professional and amused. His hair was impeccably neat, his glasses were in place, and his uniform was free of a single wrinkle. He lacked the deep red blush that she could still feel on her own face, and she couldn't see an ounce of sweat on his face. Haruhi found it almost eerie, given the events she had just witnessed him participating in.

    "Did you enjoy your little peep show?" he asked matter-of-factly. Haruhi blushed a bit, scrambling to her feet with the armload of Tamaki's possessions. "And more importantly, did you enjoy your time with our president?"

    "I... um..." Haruhi did not want to answer him, and it was unfair the way he watched her, obviously waiting for a reply. He was a sadist, she was sure of it at that moment. Kyouya's dark eyes stayed locked with hers. They were somewhere between gray, brown, and mauve, and they were too dark to make out a definite shade. They glittered a bit at this moment.

    "I suppose you don't need to answer, because given your actions, it was obvious," Kyouya drawled, adjusting his glasses. "So, I suppose our secret is out. Yes, the host club does trade sexual favors among its members to keep morale up and tension down. There is nothing unnatural about a group of heterosexual boys doing what they need to to keep up appearances. However, what is more important in this situation is how we choose to approach it in the future..."

    Haruhi caught sight of Mori sitting on one of the sofas, watching her benignly. She enjoyed his stare far more than Kyouya's. Kyouya's was ice-cold at the best of times and made her feel like a pest at the worst. Keeping her vision on Mori out of the corner of her eye, she gulped. "I'm not really sure what you mean," she admitted.

    "What I mean is that now that Tamaki has done things to bring our situation to light and to drag you into it, we must proceed with caution. I'm sure you're aware of how complicated an open sexual relationship between seven people can be if one of them happens to female. The 'no strings attached' part of the deal goes out the window. That is, assuming you would like to be part of the situation at all. If you would rather, you can simply forget everything that happened today and we will never utter a word about it to you."

    "Can I... think about it?" Haruhi asked, surprised in herself. Normally she would have dismissed the whole thing and gone back to normal, but something... something in the way her body had felt when Tamaki touched her that way, made it impossible for her not to be intrigued. His hands had felt just right on her, and she wasn't entirely sure how willing she was to never feel that way again.

    "Certainly," Kyouya said in a businesslike manner, moving over to one of the tables where he had left his things. He pulled a clipboard from his schoolbag, looked over the sheet on top, and made a series of check marks and erasings. "But please keep in mind that you have a force of six sexually talented men at your disposal whenever you wish. The Ouran Host Club's main function is to fulfill the every fantasy of the female populace, and in your case, that mission statement can be turned toward the physical."

    "Uh... I'll keep that in mind," Haruhi said with a nervous laugh. "So, I take it you're all... experienced?"

    "All but Tamaki," Kyouya confirmed with a nod. "Though he can be quite proficient with oral sex and with his hands, he's still a virgin in the literal sense. Some nonsense about 'saving himself.' But as you've seen today, he's anything but untalented."

    "Right..." Haruhi was beginning to get uncomfortable with this conversation. She was unaccustomed to Kyouya talking this way, and it threw her for a loop.

    "I, however, am rather experienced in all reaches of the field, and would be more than happy to work that experience in your favor, if need be and if you desire," he said, his voice a bit lower this time. He was looking at her purposefully, and Haruhi could feel him undressing her with his eyes. "Please keep that in mind."

    "Sure," Haruhi's head swam a bit and she turned away, trying to gain her bearings. "I'll keep it in mind..."

    "I'm not late, am I?" Tamaki's voice cut over the silence as he burst in through the double doors, his hands in the air. "I lost track of time!"

    "Actually, you're early," Kyouya replied, turning his full attention to his clipboard. "I was just explaining to Haruhi the nature of our 'situation'."

    Tamaki turned to look at Haruhi and immediately blush broke out over his face. She blinked unfalteringly at him and he blushed even more, looking just a touch uncomfortable.

    "Oh..." he said awkwardly. "Well, as I'm sure Kyouya already told you, please feel free to take advantage of our... 'hospitality'!"

    "If one could really call it that," Kyouya said with a wry smile. Mori nodded from behind the two of them, a silent and agreeable figure in the background. "Say the word and any of us will be happy to 'help' you in any way you would like."

    "Right..." Haruhi wished they would drop the subject altogether. It was actually quite tempting, especially the thought of having another round with Tamaki. It was all beginning to come together in her mind; she had at her disposal the hands and bodies of six ridiculously attractive men, men who she was close enough to not to feel completely uncomfortable performing such acts with.

    She was dimly aware of the fact that this was going to be a rather interesting school year.