An Artist's Touch

A/N: So, this is the second to last chapter. One more to go. I appreciate all the reviews. So, without further ado, I give you the chapter for why this is here! Enjoy!

Celticreeder

Chapter Three

“You must close your eyes,” Kyoya said as they stood outside two large doors.

Haruhi had nearly told Kyoya to turn around and take her home when the limo had pulled up to one of the largest homes she’d ever seen. And she’d seen large homes ever since she’d joined the Host Club. But for some reason, she’d never actually been to Kyoya’s. She wondered why but now it didn’t matter. She was here and about to enter a room that had Kyoya almost grinning like a little boy. Sighing, Haruhi closed her eyes and waited for Kyoya to take her into the room.

“You’re not going to lead me into some secured room that will cause your secret police to jump out and try to attack me, are you? And you’re not going to leave me alone in this room with the doors locked and the lights out?”

Kyoya gave a huff of annoyance. “Really, Haruhi, that’s something the twins would do. I refuse to even answer such ridiculous questions.”

He grasped her wrist gently and began to pull her into the room. It was indeed dark inside, but that was only because he had yet to turn on the lights. And he would close the doors, possibly even lock them, but he had every intention of being in the room with her. Once he felt they were far enough into the room, he let go of her wrists.

“Stay right here, I have to turn on the lights.”

“Alright, but make it quick.”

Kyoya shook his head with a small smile as he hurried over to the doors again. He closed the open one softly and then flicked the switch for the lights. The three large chandeliers hanging from the painted ceiling flooded the gallery with brilliant light. He hurried back over to Haruhi and stood just off to the side where he could see her reaction without blocking her view.

“Okay, you may open them now.”

Haruhi opened her eyes and blinked several times to adjust them to the bright lights. Once they were acclimated, she focused her gaze to the wall in front of her. Her mouth dropped open. Staring back at her was one of the first paintings Kyoya had had her pose for. She was wearing a soft yellow sundress with a wide brimmed sun hat with a basket of daisies gripped in her hand. Kyoya had painted her standing in a field of grass even though they’d been in the music room. He had, however, had a large fan set up to create a realistic breeze. Haruhi, in the painting, stood with one hand holding the hat in place while she gazed back at the artist with an almost sultry innocence. Haruhi wondered if that was even really possible but looking at the painting, it seemed to be.

Her gaze wandered up and over. Another painting of her. This one was her dressed to go to an opera in the late 1800s. She wore an evening gown of dark green velvet and lace with a long opera cape over her shoulders and pushed back to reveal the gown underneath. She’d worn a wig full of corkscrew curls and several hair combs of stunning beauty and design. She remembered how uncomfortable that corset and bustle had been but Kyoya was nothing if not historically accurate for all of his paintings and Host Club themes. Her opera glasses dangled from her hand as she lounged in a love seat as though thoroughly bored with the performance and now waited impatiently for her escort to return to take her home. She was looking off to the side but a sullen expression covered her face. Yet Haruhi could almost feel the desire the woman in the painting held barely in check for the man she was waiting for. Haruhi could just imagine how their evening would end. In bed, hot and sweaty most likely. Her cheeks heated at the thought.

She turned and caught sight of another painting. The theme had been Fantasy and Haruhi had found herself dressed as an exotic looking elf slave. Even looking at the painting, Haruhi felt her cheeks heat even more as she remembered the embarrassment of posing for that painting. She hadn’t been able to look Kyoya in the eye for the whole week afterwards. He’d used her initial embarrassment to give the elf slave that innocent and terrified look. The outfit was almost reminiscent of the Princess Leia slave outfit from the Star Wars movies her father loved to watch. Yet, the little pointed ears, makeup and long wig lent the elfish aspect to the work. Haruhi found herself slightly distracted by the unicorns in chains painted in the background. Kyoya had added additional aspects to the painting to help further the fantasy theme.

Haruhi saw that there were a couple of other smaller paintings of her and a space left empty on the wall where Kyoya had marked where the Blue Painting would reside once it was returned to him from his teacher. Haruhi swallowed and turned to look at the young man waiting almost impatiently for her reaction.

“You’ve got quite a collection of me, sempai.”

“Indeed, Haruhi. And I can assure you, it will grow over the years.” Kyoya looked around the room and an almost wistful smile graced his refined features. “This room will be dedicated to only portraits of you.”

Haruhi glanced around again. It was a very big room.

“You’re going on the assumption that I’ll agree to these paintings.”

“Oh, you will, Haruhi. You’ll be my wife and your time will belong to me in that aspect.” The light glinted off his glasses and Haruhi couldn’t see his eyes.

Haruhi turned and looked at the Opera painting again. Despite all the discomfort it had caused her, she found it was actually her favorite to look at. As she gazed at it, she could imagine Kyoya was the gentleman she was waiting impatiently for. What would it be like to live as his wife, posing for portraits for him alone? Would they only be of her or would she be able to convince him to pose with her for an artist?

“It would become a rather boring gallery, wouldn’t it though? Surely there are only so many paintings you can do of me alone?” She glanced over at him with a small smile.

“Why would I want to paint anything else?” he demanded softly, gazing up at the Opera portrait.

“Well, most prestigious families have family portraits as well, right?”

Kyoya froze at her comment. Family portraits? Yes, when he married Haruhi, they would have a family. His mind suddenly filled with little Haruhis running around laughing, calling him daddy, then father as they grew older. Perhaps a young Kyoya to take over when he retired? Kyoya slowly turned and looked at the young woman beside him as if seeing her for the very first time.

“I do believe you have given me a solution to my final portrait problem.”

Haruhi’s head tilted. “Have I?”

Kyoya stepped closer to her and gently placed his hands on her waist. “A family portrait,” he whispered.

“A family portrait?”

“Yes, marriage to you will create a family in the future. I can’t paint you even though marrying you is what I see when I think of the word future. But I can paint the children of our union, a piece of you and a piece of me. They do say children are our future, correct? Then I will paint our children and in them I will see you and in the end you will still end up in my portrait,” Kyoya explained with an almost wicked smile. His eyes flashed with passion at the thought of creating those children.

Haruhi swallowed audibly as Kyoya reached up and cupped the side of her face with his hand. His smiled widened just before he dipped his head and captured her lips with his.

The kiss was everything the first had been and more. Oh, so much more! He took advantage of her gasp and slipped his tongue deeply into her hot mouth. He moaned softly at the feel of her tongue meeting and tangling with his. He pulled her flush against his body, his hips pressing intimately with hers. Her small hands tentatively reached up and wrapped around his neck.

“I want you, Haruhi. Do you feel how much I want you?” he growled, pressing her further against his arousal.

Her breath left her in a shaky whoosh and he smirked. Only he could make her react so! The hand at her waist dipped and then slid up under her shirt. He smoothed it up and around her stomach before cupping her small breast. He felt her body shiver at the touch.

“We will have a beautiful future, Haruhi. I can guarantee it,” he breathed against her mouth.

Her head fell back as he nibbled along her jaw and down her neck, his tongue flashing out to soothe the bites. One of her hands trailed up and into his hair, clenching it tightly in a small fist.

She’d never felt this way before. Certainly not around the few boys who had kissed her. One had even tried to cop a feel but she’d slapped him and walked away. So why couldn’t she slap Kyoya? Because he made her feel things she’d never felt before. Because, she realized, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She arched her back to press her breast further into his hand. Part of her stepped back and looked at the situation. This was not like her. This was not how her father had raised her! He’d raised her to be a good girl and to wait until she got married before having sex! Where was that girl now? The side of her that was cheering for the act reached out and stuffed the practical side into a bag and locked it into a chest with a smile of satisfaction.

With her inhibitions out of the picture for the moment, Haruhi took advantage of the situation and dragged Kyoya’s mouth back up to hers. She felt him start at her sudden aggressiveness, but he quickly caught up.

Kyoya began making his way towards the large settee against the back wall facing the portraits. It wasn’t the ideal place but he didn’t think he’d make it up to his room and he certainly didn’t want Haruhi to suddenly have second thoughts. He’d allowed her to talk him out of it once before, he was not letting it happen again! When he felt his legs bump into the edge of the settee, he pulled Haruhi down with him never once breaking contact with her mouth.

She straddled him as he worked to rid her of her shirt, the buttons coming free quickly and easily. He took only a moment to pull it off before he turned his attention to her bra. He growled in frustration as he struggled with the clasp but Haruhi took pity on him and reached back to free it herself. He pulled back just far enough to gaze at her breasts. They were small, about the size of peaches. He decided right then and there that peaches were his favorite fruit. He smiled as she squirmed in embarrassment at his staring and he saw her try to cover herself. He was having none of that. He reached one hand up and gently cupped her. His hand was large but her breast fit into his palm comfortably. Leaning forward, he breathed hotly against the breast currently unoccupied by his hand. Her small nipple puckered and he latched on with a swirl of his tongue.

Haruhi thought she’d expired right then and there. His tongue was doing the most amazing things to her breast and his gentle suckling was driving her to distraction! His other hand fondled her other breast and pinched and twisted her nipple with just enough force to send her head back with a gasp of pleasure. She couldn’t sit still! Her hands gripped his shoulders and it occurred to her that he was wearing far too many clothes.

With shaking hands, she drew them to his neck and managed to pull his tie loose and off. Then, with fumbling fingers, she worked on the buttons of his shirt. Just as she had when he’d struggled with her bra, he took pity on her and helped her undo the buttons of his shirt. An annoyed chuff of air left her mouth at the site of his undershirt. Weren’t the guys of her generation all going without them these days? She made a noise that might have been a growl if allowed to grow up as she reached down and practically ripped the undershirt up and over Kyoya’s head. His glasses were knocked askew so he reached up and set them on the table to the left of the settee. Haruhi’s breath caught as he turned and looked at her. She knew he was impossibly nearsighted and she so rarely saw him without his glasses that she tended to forget just how handsome he really is. His dark gray eyes gazed at her with unbridled passion.

Haruhi reached out gently and traced her fingers down the side of his face. His eyes closed and his head tilted into her palm where he reached up and pressed her hand to him as though seeking solace.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. His eyes flashed open and caught hers.

“Men aren’t beautiful, Haruhi. Only women are. You are especially so,” he murmured.

“No, men can be beautiful, too. They’re just beautiful in a different way,” Haruhi said with a shake of her head.

Kyoya didn’t reply to that but instead brought her face down to his for a kiss. The passion that had dimmed for a moment came roaring back with a vengeance and Kyoya knew there was no stopping this time.

He swung Haruhi around until she was lying on her back on the settee. He straddled her legs and reached up to undo her belt. He glanced up to judge her reaction but she was looking up at him. Her mouth was swollen from his kisses and he suspected his was too. Her eyes were half lidded and burning with need and he was suddenly reminded of the Opera painting. He smirked and turned his attention back to her pants. The belt came loose and he moved his long fingers to the button and zipper. A quick twist of his wrist and a slide of his hands and she was divested of her pants. Her underwear was non-sensible white. There were no frills or lace and Kyoya was turned on even more than he thought he could be. He came to the conclusion that plain white underwear for girls was his favorite. But only, he amended, if Haruhi wore them.

He reached out and cupped her womanhood, his middle finger tracing along the center. Haruhi squirmed at the lightly tickling sensation. He looked up and saw Haruhi had her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed. Kyoya reached out and slipped his fingers over and under the edge of her underwear and pulled them down.

Haruhi felt the removal of her underwear and squeezed her eyes closed even more in embarrassment. They were plain white ones! Nothing like the ones her father bought her now in hopes of making her more feminine. When she didn’t feel Kyoya doing anything, she worried and slit one eye open. He was staring at her underwear with a look she couldn’t interpret. She was right! He was disappointed with her! He was going to throw the offending piece of cloth at her and demand she dress and leave!

As she watched, he lifted the underwear to his face, softly kissed it and then shoved it into his pants pocket. “I’ll be keeping this, thank you.”

Haruhi opened both eyes and looked at him in shock. Swallowing, she opened her mouth but nothing came out so she shook her head, her own face going bright red. Was this really happening? Really? With a smirk, he reached out for her face and practically dragged her up to his waiting mouth.

Haruhi gasped as he pounced. His hot mouth and tongue licked and nipped along her jaw and down towards her breasts. His hands trailed sizzling tracks along her flat stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. His fingers dipped between her nether lips and stroked from the bottom up. They paused at the little bundle of nerves and swirled her juices over it. Her hips jerked at the contact. No one, let alone herself, had ever touched her with such intimacy like that. Oh, she knew the basics of sex. Between her father and the sex education class in middle school, she felt she had a pretty good grasp on the act. But that didn’t mean she was familiar with it hands on, so to speak.

“You’re so wet,” Kyoya breathed against her mouth as he leaned up to capture her lips in another bruising kiss.

Haruhi flushed and looked away for a moment but feeling rebellious, she quickly looked back at Kyoya and then reached out and trailed a finger up between his thighs. She didn’t feel comfortable enough to actually touch his manhood, but the soft tickle of her finger along his inseam was enough to wipe the smirk off his face.

Kyoya glared down at her before dipping his head for another kiss. He captured her hands in one of his and reached down with his other hand to frantically remove the last layer of his clothing. It took him a minute doing it one handed, and his feet got tangled in the legs of his pants and boxers as he attempted to remove them simultaneously, but it wasn’t long before he was kneeling over her in all his naked glory. Haruhi’s breath caught in her throat. He was very well endowed for a young man of 18, she concluded. Not that she had much to compare him to but still. She swallowed hard and raised her eyes up to his.

Kyoya didn’t know what to feel. He could see that she was intimidated by his size and he knew he wasn’t nearly as big as some. He’d seen Mori in the changing room once and knew what big was. Yet, Kyoya had never felt worried about his own size until now. Haruhi wasn’t a large girl and he knew she was a virgin. But would he fit? Having never done this himself, he didn’t know how well a woman’s body might acclimate to a man’s penis. Yet, they gave birth to babies with heads nearly three times the size of man’s penis, right? So, surely that meant he’d fit!

“Um, do you have a name for it?” Haruhi’s question came out of left field and Kyoya found himself gaping at her. A name? For his cock? “I mean, Tamaki said he called his ‘the Glorious French Battalion’ and the twins said theirs are were originally ‘the Twin Towers’ but after what happened in the US on 9/11, they’ve amended the names to ‘Old Faithfuls’. I don’t know if Huni-sempai, Mori-sempai or the other guys have names for theirs but I’m just curious. Do you have a name for yours?”

Kyoya found himself suddenly laughing uncontrollably. Only Haruhi could make such unabashed comments like that and turn him on even more. It didn’t even occur to him to ask her why she was having a conversation about the names of the fellow Host Club members’ cocks much less how that conversation came about. When he managed to calm down, he leaned down and placed his mouth next to her ear.

“I’ve been thinking of naming it ‘Haruhi’s’.” He leaned back enough to see her reaction and smirked as she went red. He kissed her cheek and sat back on his heels while still straddling her legs. He reached out and took her hand before bringing it to his cock and carefully wrapping her hand around him. “It’s not going to bite.”

Haruhi glanced at him and carefully sat up. Her grip tightened around him and she became fascinated with the feel. It was stiff yet flexible. Smooth of texture and hot to the touch. She jumped when it twitched in her hand and she involuntarily held it tighter. Kyoya groaned at the feel. Haruhi looked up and quickly let go, an apology on the tip of her tongue. Kyoya grabbed her hand and brought it right back.

“I’m fine, well, not fine, but you didn’t hurt me. It felt good,” Kyoya reassured her, his eyes burning with his passion.

Haruhi glanced down and allowed Kyoya to work her hand along his cock. When he let go, she continued and squeezed every now and then. Kyoya’s hips jerked and he gasped in pleasure. A small smile curved her lips at his reaction. Kyoya glared at her before his eyes widened and he quickly grasped her hand and pulled her away.

“Keep it up and I won’t last,” he explained as she looked at him with a worried expression.

Haruhi frowned at his comment for a moment before his meaning sank in. Then her eyes widened and she bit her lip looking nervously away. Kyoya reached out and cupped her face before leaning forward to kiss her. It took only a moment before she returned the kiss. The passion heated up again and Kyoya gently pushed her back down on the settee. It was time to get serious, he determined.

He trailed his hand down to her womanhood and gently massaged it. His thumb worked her clit while his middle finger slid inside. Haruhi’s hips jerked and a moment later she gave a silent cry as she climaxed. Kyoya smiled against her mouth as he relished the clenching and unclenching of her inner muscles around his finger. Pulling back he brought his finger to his mouth. With her eyes fixed upon him, he took his finger inside his mouth and slowly licked her juices off with his tongue.

“Not bad,” he murmured.

He looked at her for a moment, then leaned forward and captured her lips again. His tongue tangled with hers and he was sure she could taste herself on his tongue. He reached down and grasped himself to position himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes to reassure her, and then pressed inside. He froze at her maidenhead but only for a second and then, with a harsh kiss he pressed through. Haruhi hissed and her eyes widened in pain. Kyoya captured her gaze and refused to let her look away as she adjusted to his size and the pain. When she was ready, she swallowed and gave a jerky nod.

Kyoya didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he found himself letting it out. Kyoya leaned down and kissed her eyes and then moved back to her mouth. It was addicting, her mouth. He pulled back until he was almost out and then pressed back in. Haruhi gasped, her eyes flying wide again and he repeated the motion. He smirked when her hips rose to meet his. They picked up the rhythm with only a small hitch or two as they adjusted to the new motions. When he could feel his balls tightening and Haruhi’s inner muscles start the beginnings of clenching, Kyoya knew they were almost there. He picked up speed and reached between their bodies to press and rub her clit. That set her off. Haruhi gave a high nearly silent cry and went over the edge. Kyoya was one step behind and with a growl he released deeply into her, his seed spurting hotly into her womb.

When they came down from their high, Kyoya found himself lying heavily on top of her. His face tucked against her neck while her hands gently rubbed his sweaty back. He could still feel himself inside her for he could feel her muscles clench every now and then. Lifting his upper body to maintain the connection, he gazed softly down into her face. She had an almost content look.

“Our children will be beautiful,” she said softly.

Kyoya stopped breathing and he frantically searched her expression. She gave a small but warm smile and reached up to bring his lips down to hers. Yes, he decided with a smirk, their future would be filled with beautiful children.