The New Club in Town

Ouran High School Host Club Fic
Tamaki/Kyouya, NC-17, no real spoilers
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The New Club In Town
by redleatherlove


It was a few months after graduation from Ouran High School. Kyouya had just turned twenty-one, moved to Tokyo and was now working for his father in a lower capacity than he would have liked, but it was clear his life was about to start. He would have to get used to this new way of living, this idea of being an 'adult' before his life really began.

Leaving school also meant that Kyouya left behind everything else he knew. His friends, his little kingdom in the Host Club ... Tamaki. He didn't know why, but he missed Tamaki most of all.

All right, he did know why he missed him so much, but that didn't matter anymore. This was his new life; full of new people and new places to explore in the big city.

During his daily lunch break, he often hit the local sushi house, where other young professionals hung out. They looked a lot like he did; in their power suits, always on their cell phones and he couldn't help overhear one of them make a reference to something called the "Host Club."

I must be hearing things, Kyouya thought, sitting at the bar and putting in his order.

The young man next to him continued to babble into his phone. "There were gorgeous guys there last weekend. Yeah, that's right ... The Host Club. Come on by and we'll go together. Right ..."

Kyouya blinked. Forsaking his normally quiet manner, he waited until the guy was off his phone and turned to ask, "Excuse me, but you were speaking so loudly on the phone, I couldn't but overhear you. Is there really such a place called "The Host Club"?"

The young man smiled at him. "Sure is. But it's sort of invite only. The owner is a very particular man."

Kyouya returned the smile, the wheels in his brain working overtime. "I'd very much like to hear more about this place ... and its owner. May I buy you lunch?"

"Sure!" the guy said, sliding over to the empty seat next to Kyouya. "My name is Saruki."

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure," Kyouya said, nodding at the chef and ordering the most expensive sashimi platter they had as well as an entire bottle of fine sake.

It took a little while, but Kyouya was a practiced listener as well as practiced in the art of getting people to tell him all their secrets. It didn't take long to find out that The Host Club was in the northern part of the city, in an old converted factory with two floors. It supposedly had the latest decor, the hottest music and the most beautiful of the beautiful boys went there, as it was for mostly for gentlemen interested in finding other gentlemen, although women were welcome to come in and dance and watch.

Kyouya wasn't so naive that he'd never heard of such places, but he was surprised he hadn't heard of this one, especially if it was as fashionable as Saruki kept insisting. He prided himself on being on top of everything and this lapse nagged at him.

"Like I said, you need an invite, but I'd be glad to take," Saruki said, taking a sip of sake.

"I'd appreciate that." Kyouya bowed his head. "I'll owe you a favor for this."

Saruki laughed. "Maybe you can repay that favor later. With a kiss."

Not likely Kyouya thought. Even though the young man was good-looking with dark hair and bright eyes, Kyouya heart still ached for someone else and he wasn't ready to go exploring other relationships just yet.

He wondered if he'd ever be. Suou Tamaki wasn't an easy person to forget.

It had been toward the middle of senior year, a confusing time. Tamaki and Haruhi had dated and broken up too many times to count, until she ended up firmly in love with Kaoru, much to his twin brother's distress. The entire episode had nearly torn the club apart, just on the cusp of graduation, and Kyouya had only wanted to keep things running smoothly when he suggested to Tamaki that he soothe his broken heart in Kyouya's bed.

They spent nights together, making love, sometimes harshly, sometimes so tenderly it took Kyouya's breath away and the club continued, even as Kyouya realized he was falling in love with Tamaki. He was never sure if Tamaki truly returned his feelings - he had turned very quiet as he matured - and they finally parted on graduation day, not on bad terms, but not as lovers either.

But the damage had been done. Kyouya couldn't forget how he felt while in Tamaki's arms, the soft blonde hair falling over his delicate features, the way he moaned while Kyouya fucked him, trying so hard to be gentle ... to make it last, the whole night if he could.

He's ruined me for everyone else Kyouya thought bitterly more than once. I'll never love anyone again.

It hurt even more to know that Tamaki didn't think of him, didn't mourn what they had and every day was a battle within himself not to call or write, not to embarrass himself in front of everyone by being in love with someone so callous. Someone who didn't care.

"I'll see you at nine tonight?" Saruki asked, interrupting Kyouya's thoughts. "The club doesn't get hopping until late."

"That would be fine," Kyouya replied, smiling broadly.

He was going to find out what this "Host Club" was about, no matter what.

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As it turned out, the club was very fashionable, almost everything Saruki claimed it was. They'd had no trouble getting in, as Kyouya feared they might, seeing how many people had been turned away at the door. Even some rich people he knew were unable to get in, but Saruki and himself were ushered in immediately, straight to the V.I.P area, which was a lush room, dotted with velvet furniture, lush pillows and bathed in low, golden light.

The music was hot, not too loud, but engaging enough to dance to. Kyouya ignored it as he wasn't much of a dancer and beside him, Saruki grew restless. "Are you hitting the floor?" he asked, looking around at the men, most of them tanned and beautiful, milling all around, some of them talking, others swaying to the music, a few more making out, oblivious to the world around them.

"I'm not a dancer I'm afraid," Kyouya replied politely. "But please feel free to go and enjoy yourself."

"You don't mind?" Saruki asked, but he was already edging away.

"Not at all."

Kyouya was a little relieved when his companion left, he was now free to check out who was there in his usual searching manner. He didn't carry his notebook anymore and he missed it a little, especially when he saw a few people he knew from around the city as well as business contacts. It would be good information to hold onto, he thought, so engrossed in his observations, he hardly noticed that someone had walked up beside him and was standing so close, Kyouya thought he could feel the stranger's breath on his cheek.

Then, there was a hard pinch to his butt and Kyouya yelped. "Excuse me!" he said, whirling around to confront the stranger.

The stranger who wasn't a stranger at all. "What's a nice Mother like you doing in a place like this?" Tamaki laughed, looking as beautiful as Kyouya always remembered him, especially in his club clothes, a tight black belly shirt cut high enough for everyone to openly admire his smooth, muscled stomach matched with a pair of skin tight pants, showing every luscious curve Kyouya had the misfortune to remember so intimately.

"Tamaki-senpai, it's good to see you," Kyouya said, with a short formal bow. His heart was pounding and he prayed Tamaki couldn't see how flustered he was. He prided himself on his cool exterior, especially now faced with what was at once his worst fear ... and his fondest secret wish.

"Oh, so that's how we are," Tamaki said, his eyes sparkling knowingly. "Yes, it's good to see you too and you have to tell me what you think of my club? Is it ... full of enough merit for you?"

Kyouya blinked. His mouth dropped open and he lost a good portion of his famous composure. "You ... own this club?"

"Yes," Tamaki replied airily. "I thought it was a good investment." He leaned in close to Kyouya, so close their eyelashes were touching. "And now I can say it is."

"I see," replied Kyouya, even though he didn't really see at all.

"But it's boring here," Tamaki exclaimed suddenly, taking Kyouya by the hand and dragging him toward the floor. "Let's dance!"

It was the exuberance Kyouya remembered so clearly from their days together in school, when Tamaki would give in to impulse and wild fancies and part of Kyouya was thrilled, that Tamaki was no longer the sullen young man he'd turned into during the last few months of school.

And while Kyouya didn't dance, he wouldn't have let this opportunity pass him by for anything, so he convinced himself there would be merit in finding out why Tamaki built this place and what he was doing now.

Yes, it would be good for business. That was it.

It wasn't easy, relaxing and getting into the music - dancing was one thing that Kyouya couldn't learn from sheer force of will alone - but Tamaki was patient, holding onto Kyouya's waist and swaying with him in time to the beat. The blonde boy looked particularly beautiful this night, cheeks flushed from the heat of the bodies pressed all around them, his lips full and pouty and there was a hint of makeup around his eyes, a touch of kohl and glitter that mesmerized Kyouya, who couldn't stop staring at him.

He melted into the dance, unable to look away from Tamaki's gentle smile. Part of him want to take control of the situation, to grab Tamaki and shake him and swear at him, asking "Where have you been? Why haven't you called me? I miss you!" but Kyouya shook the notion away.

The other part wanted to kiss Tamaki, softly at first, then more passionately, convincing him of Kyouya's love and desire, a desire that still burned as hot as fire. But he couldn't ... all he could do was sway in Tamaki's arms and pray the song wouldn't end too soon.

But then, the strangest thing happened. Tamaki leaned in close, his soft lips whispering against Kyouya's ear, saying, "I've missed you."

What could Kyouya say to that? His throat tightened when he replied, "I've missed you as well. I ... I'm sorry we lost touch."

"I am too," Tamaki whispered, snuggling closer. "Isn't there anything we can do, Mother, to make things right again?"

"You can begin by not calling me 'Mother' anymore," Kyouya joked dryly. "Other than that, I can think of a few things."

"Like what?"

"Well, they are things that should have merit to them, of course," Kyouya murmured. In truth, he could care less about merit right now, but he couldn't let down his guard all the way. Not yet. "Since you are the owner of this club, I'm thinking maybe we should renew our intimate connection."

Tamaki chuckled. "You haven't changed much, have you Kyouya-senpai?"

Still holding onto Kyouya's hand, Tamaki walked off the dance floor and together, they found a quiet corner of the downstairs gallery, a place with multiple private rooms, some for karaoke, some for private parties and some ... for other things.

Kyouya's heart sank. Did Tamaki still want him after so much time had passed? He still wanted the blonde boy, more than air, but as for Tamaki's feelings, he had no idea. He was still unsure, even when Tamaki pulled him into one of the more ornate rooms, its luxurious interior reminding Kyouya of one of his fathers favorite palatial estates, the one he brought all his mistresses too.

Everything was soft and warm-looking, it looked as though you could make love on just about any surface. It was easy to kiss Tamaki in such surroundings; it was even easier to let Tamaki return the favor, stunning Kyouya, relieved he wouldn't have to be alone, at least for tonight.

Kyouya's heart pounded as Tamaki's tongue licked its way inside his mouth. He allowed himself to be pushed back, onto something soft and Tamaki climbed on top of him, murmuring sweet words, about missing him ... loving him ... wanting him so badly it hurt.

Kyouya didn't know whether to believe him or not,but that didn't matter as Tamaki's tongue ran down his neck, his slim finger pinching Kyouya's nipples through his shirt. "You wear too much clothing, you know that, Kyouya?" Tamaki murmured, pushing up the offending material.

He slipped down and Kyouya arched up as Tamaki's elegant tongue licked his abs, making him whimper in complete surrender. Nimble fingers worked at his fly, releasing him and Tamaki gasped in surprise at Kyouya's lack of underwear. "You are always a surprise, aren't you?"

"I try to be." Kyouya said, helping Tamaki push down his jeans further, until they were down to his knees. "Oh, fuck," he cried, as Tamaki wasted no time in taking Kyouya into his mouth, licking the hot shaft from root to tip, humming with delight.

He couldn't help but look down and watch while Tamaki sucked him off. Just the sight of that perfect mouth stretched around his cock made the base of his spine tingle and once Tamaki's eyes lifted to meet his own, he couldn't stop himself, coming hard down Tamaki's throat, without a hint of warning.

Embarrassed at his lack of control, Kyouya tried to apologize. "I'm sorry ..." but was cut off when Tamaki kissed him, letting Kyouya's come slip into his mouth.

"Taste how sweet you are," Tamaki said softly, between kisses and licks to Kyouya's mouth. "Don't you know how much I've missed you?"

"Not as much as I've missed you," Kyouya replied, rolling over, flipping them both so Tamaki was beneath him.

Unlike other nights, Kyouya was in no mood to take his time. Impatient with desire, he yanked at Tamaki's pants, their removal a little more difficult due to the blonde boy's raging hard-on, but they finally came off, giving Kyouya what he'd missed so much all along ... the chance to touch Tamaki. The chance to make him come and feel as good as he'd always made Kyouya feel.

Even if Tamaki didn't love him, he could give him this much. Trembling, Kyouya ran his hands up Tamaki's thighs and they were smooth, carefully shaved as always. His ass was next and that was as round and tight and soft as Kyouya remembered. He then remembered plunging into it, how tight and perfect it felt around his cock and he found himself getting aroused again at the thought.

But this wasn't about that. This was about giving Tamaki pleasure and Kyouya concentrated on his cock, as long and perfect and beautiful as he always remembered. He rubbed his cheek against it, along the side and was gratified to hear Tamaki's moan of approval.

So hard, and Kyouya pumped it once or twice, licking off the drop of precome gathering at the tip like a little oyster pearl. Most precious pearl there is Kyouya thought, reaching up to tweak a nipple.

Tamaki arched with a load groan. "Kyouya, you are killing me. Please ..."

"Your wish is my command," Kyouya replied, before sucking Tamaki's cock down his throat, deep-throating him in the way he remembered Tamaki loved. Slipping a finger in, he wet it and slipped his hand around to Tamaki's ass and without warning he plunged it inside, caressing that spot he knew would drive Tamaki wild.

Tamaki cried out and arched wildly into Kyouya's mouth, not stopping, even as Kyouya reached down to gently squeeze his ball sack, rolling his balls in the palm of his hand, one after the other. Daring to look up, Kyouya could see the sweat pouring down Tamaki's beautiful face, his make-up smeared ... he looked wild ... spent ... decadent.

He was so close and Kyouya helped him along by adding a second finger, fucking him while continuously sucking his cock. Tamaki screamed once, then went rigidly still, as he came furiously into Kyouya's eager mouth.

So good, and Kyouya had missed this so much ... had missed him. It was over all too soon, but it was worth it to have Tamaki snuggling in his arms, nuzzling his neck, being the affectionate, passionate boy Kyouya always remembered him to be.

"You are too funny, Mother," Tamaki smirked, kissing the side of Kyouya's throat. "And I'm proud to say my plan worked just wonderfully."

Kyouya blinked. "Your plan? What plan?"

"My plan to get you back. Why else do you think I bought this place and named it 'Host Club'. I knew you'd hear about and would be unable to resist showing up. All I had to was wait."

"Oh," Kyouya replied weakly. So ... the feelings between them? They went both ways. The thought was as frightening as it was wonderful, but this time ... this time, Kyouya wouldn't be so easy to set them aside. "It was all a plan then?"

"Mmmm," Tamaki yawned, curling around Kyouya's waist. "I miss you too much when you're away from me. So if I need to create diversions for you, I will."

"I don't think you'll have to waste your money on any more of these schemes," Kyouya replied. "I have a feeling I'll be sticking around, no matter what."

"That's good. Although I do like scheming. I'm not sure I'll stop."

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

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The End

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