An Unconventional Family

Title: An Unconventional Family

Author: Shirahime

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Tamaki/Kyouya/Haruhi

Word Count: 2,203

Summary: Takes place several years post series. A peek into the Suoh-Ootori household.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and I make no money off of this.


A sleek black car headed up the winding driveway toward the large residence. Getting out of her car, Haruhi paused for a moment to regard her home before climbing the stairs to unlock the door. There were times that she still couldn’t believe that she lived in such a place. She had never been one to dream of palaces, princes, or large estates when she was a girl. But for her, the reality of things had turned out to be far better than anything that she could have imagined, as a young boy with light brown hair bounded toward her.

“Hi, Mom!” he cried out as he wrapped his arms around her legs. “Did you win your case today?”

“Yes, I did,” Haruhi told him as she looked down into his large eyes, reaching down to smooth his hair.

“That’s good to hear!” Tamaki called out, approaching from the room that his son had just run out of.

“Tamaki?” she asked, the blonde leaning down to kiss her briefly. “You’re home already?”

“I took the afternoon off. I’m going to help you cook today!” he proclaimed.

Haruhi barely stifled a groan. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” She hadn’t forgotten what had happened the last time that the blonde had attempted to cook. Kyouya still reminded Tamaki on occasion of how much it had cost to repair the scorched kitchen.

Tamaki started to pout. “But… you always prepare our dinner with motherly love. I wanted to add my fatherly love today as well.”

Haruhi sighed as she was confronted with not one, but two sets of puppy dog eyes as their son joined in on behalf of his father. “Fine,” she relented, “you can make the salad.” She was still wary of letting Tamaki even approach open flames.

A short time later, Haruhi was stirring the contents of a pot on the stove, looking over at Tamaki cheerfully cutting up vegetables to place in the salad. Their son leaned on the table as he sat in a chair, gazing at Tamaki’s motions as if entranced. She smiled faintly at the scene. It was strange to some, Haruhi supposed, to have such a life with two husbands. But she had never been the type to be concerned with the opinions of others, so she largely ignored the whispering behind her back at work, or the discussions that suddenly seemed to change direction as she entered the room at one of Tamaki’s or Kyouya’s business-related functions. She was content with the state of her life, however unusual it appeared to outsiders. Kyouya and Tamaki seemed to be night and day in some respects, and all too similar in others. They balanced each other’s natures, with hers as an added harmony.

It’s selfish of me, isn’t it? To want to keep both of the things that are precious to me, to have two loves, and be unable to choose. Tamaki’s voice echoed to her from years ago, and soon the vision of his kneeling form as she and Kyouya sat on the couch in Tamaki’s home rose from the depths of her memory. Haruhi had gazed over at Kyouya after Tamaki’s confession to them, his face revealing little if anything as he silently adjusted his glasses. She had mulled it over for a few moments as Tamaki waited anxiously with his head bowed for the angry words from the two of them that never came. She ended up breaking the strained silence between the three of them to say, “It might be selfish of me if I wanted you to choose,” which had drawn shocked gazes from both men.

Subsequent events had led Haruhi to become the wife of both and mother to their children. Technically, she was married to neither, but this didn’t bother her. She figured that it had something to do with her upbringing, where she had learned to accept situations that weren’t the norm for the average person. Haruhi had initially suggested their untraditional relationship out of deference to the depth of what she knew the two men shared, finding that she didn’t want to sever the bond between them. It had surprised her to find that she didn’t mind the idea of sharing Tamaki with the other brunette. But she had possessed a fondness for Kyouya then that had been partly returned. Over time, this had grown into much more than that. The sound of the man in question walking into the kitchen broke Haruhi’s reverie, but reminded her of the subject of it as he leaned down to peck her on the cheek.

Haruhi peeked around Kyouya to see a middle school girl reaching into the salad bowl to draw a piece out, chewing on it. She turned to peer over at her mother through round glasses, waving in greeting with the faintest of smiles on her face. Haruhi was able to read her daughter much easier than the girl’s father, although this task had become easier over the years. No, Haruhi found that she couldn’t complain about her current life at all.

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Finished with her shower later that evening, the children already in bed, Haruhi donned her robe to head out into the bedroom. Gazing over at the bed, she was met with the sight of Tamaki reclining against Kyouya, who was propped up against the headboard. They were both topless, the aroused flush of the blonde’s skin visible from where she stood. Tamaki’s head was tilted back, Kyouya nibbling on his throat as he fondled the blonde, a hand exploring the contents of his pajama pants. The brunette eyed her with interest as she exited the bathroom.

“Aww! You two never wait for me,” she complained. Haruhi had a feeling that they often did this on purpose just to greet her with such a scene.

“You know how impatient Tamaki gets,” Kyouya told her, the motion of his hand causing the protest that Tamaki was going to make to die on his lips as he groaned.

Haruhi edged toward the bed, her robe slipping off one shoulder as she moved to sit on it, facing the two men, Kyouya kissing Tamaki deeply as he pulled him close. There were times when Haruhi just watched the two of them, stroking Tamaki’s blushing face as she watched Kyouya move within him. Or, as Kyouya rode Tamaki’s erection as the blonde lay on his back, her hand would encircle his length, making the brunette toss back his head and groan at the dual sensations. But this time, Haruhi felt a familiar stirring within herself, the desire to be held, to have hands roving across her skin, to be filled by one or both of her lovers.

She moved forward to interrupt their kiss, first claiming Kyouya’s mouth before moving to kiss Tamaki in turn. She felt Kyouya’s hands slide around her from behind as he sidled closer, bending to kiss the skin of her throat as he slid the robe down from her shoulders to pool on the bed.. Haruhi tilted her head back as Tamaki’s lips trailed down her neck, pausing to kiss Kyouya deeply before continuing down Haruhi’s body. Hands slid up from her waist to cup her breasts, massaging the soft flesh. Kyouya peered over her shoulder as the blonde’s lips reached their destination, the sound of Haruhi’s subsequent moans making his erection twitch.

A few moments later, the three of them shifted, Kyouya laying Haruhi on the bed as Tamaki quickly got rid of his pants before moving between her parted thighs eagerly. He captured her lips, his tongue echoing his actions below as he slid into her warmth. Haruhi’s hands slid up his back, cupping his shoulders as she moaned into the crook of his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, raising her hips to match his motions. She could hear his smooth voice near one ear, whispering into it of the wonder of being inside her between soft moans.

Turning her head to one side, Haruhi noticed Kyouya gazing at them, now naked, the fire in his eyes belying his calm outward expression. She saw how his fingers dug slightly into the mattress, as if he was trying to restrain himself from moving, to allow them their moment together apart from him. She found herself smiling, her hand reaching out as she called his name softly. Kyouya took her hand, pressing it to the side of his face before moving to draw two of the fingers into his mouth, suckling them. Haruhi heard Tamaki groan above her as he witnessed it, watched as Kyouya moved to claim Tamaki’s lips to swallow his vocalizations, feeling him caress her cheek gently as he did so.

Haruhi soon made Kyouya shiver when she reached out to stroke his erection. Kyouya pulled away from Tamaki’s lips long enough to moan his pleasure, pushing into the circle of her fingers.

It wasn’t long before Tamaki’s efforts had Haruhi’s thighs tightening around his waist. She cried out, the sound muffled by his shoulder as she clung to him. The blonde pushed raggedly into her orgasmic body, stiffening after a few more thrusts to spill deep within her. The pair rested for a few moments before Kyouya broke the sound of the intake and exhale of their breaths to call Haruhi’s name softly. His erection still jutted out proudly as he eyed her hungrily. She reached out to him as Tamaki shifted over, allowing friend and lover to take his place as he sat nearby, watching intently. Kyouya lapped at the column of her throat, entering her swiftly in his need, his sudden entry making her gasp.

Whereas Tamaki would coo to her at moments like this, Kyouya was largely silent, gazing down at her as he began to set up a rhythm, the only sound from him that of his deep breathing. But words were largely unnecessary between them. Haruhi could see everything in the burning dark eyes that he trained down onto her. She could feel it in the deep kiss that soon turned searing and the possessive grip of his hand on her thigh.

Soon, Kyouya stiffened, shivering as he groaned into her mouth. He broke the kiss to pant, muttering Tamaki’s name breathlessly as his fingernails bit into the sheets. She could see the blonde crouched behind Kyouya. Though her vision was partly obscured, she could surmise that the motions Tamaki was making were what had Kyouya biting his lip, his face twisted in pleasure. She raised a hand to cup his cheek, which made his dazed eyes focus on her again as he smiled apologetically for forgetting her momentarily. Kyouya began to thrust into her again, his movements made more heated by Tamaki’s lubricated fingers moving inside of him.

Haruhi watched Kyouya’s eyes widen suddenly, his brows knitting together as he shuddered. He cried out softly as the length that had started to breech his entrance slid inside, stretching him with its girth. Kyouya cast his glance over his shoulder at Tamaki, who leaned over to engage him in a sloppy kiss. The blonde pulled away to concentrate on moving in and out of the tightness that surrounded him, kissing the back of the brunette’s neck occasionally as he pushed into him.

Haruhi gazed up into Kyouya’s blissful face, dark eyes at half mast, moaning aloud as he filled her and was filled in turn. She loved moments like this, moments when the usually reserved Kyouya indulged in losing control. She reached up to thread fingers through short dark locks, pulling him down to seal her lips to his, swallowing his cries as he shifted against her. She ran her free hand across the skin of his back moistened by sweat, trailing down to find one of the hands that Tamaki had placed on his hip. The blonde intertwined fingers with hers as she gazed over Kyouya’s shoulder to peer at his flushed face. He smiled at her, the beads of perspiration that trailed down his face and chest glistening in the ambient light.

Kyouya soon uttered a strangled cry as he fisted the sheets on either side of Haruhi’s body, undone by the warmth that surrounded him and the heat that filled him from behind. He collapsed against her, propping himself up on an elbow so as not to weigh upon her smaller frame too heavily. He shuddered, muffling his cries in the crook of her shoulder as Tamaki pushed roughly into his tightness until the blonde groaned, emptying inside of him.

The trio now spent, they separated to lie next to each other on rumpled sheets, trying to recapture their breaths. Moments later, Tamaki broke the sound of panting. “I’m so hungry.”

Kyouya turned, cracking an eye open. “You’re hungry at a time like this?”

Tamaki sat up. “Yes, as long as it’s a Haruhi sandwich,” which made Kyouya start to chuckle. Soon, both men turned to grin at her.

Haruhi groaned, turning her face into the pillow. “Can’t you two let me rest first?” She sighed as Tamaki started to whine and Kyouya began to lightly stroke her thigh, now reminded of why having two husbands was sometimes troublesome.


End