obligation / an ouran high school host club one-shot

Hunny loved Mori's calloused hands. They were large and strong after years and years of hard work, but felt amazing against Hunny's tiny fingers. The size difference itself made Hunny feel so safe and secure. When this thought came across his mind, it'd warm him. He'd ask Mori to pick him up and he would, holding him underneath his arms and hoisting him over his head. Hunny would reach down and caress that beautiful face. There'd be a moment of silence, and then they'd kiss.

Those were good memories. Hunny knew how disappointment felt, but that didn't necessarily soften the blow.

"So you're dating Haru-chan?" Hunny twirled a lock of his own hair. He and Mori where in Music Room Three alone. He sat nestled on a couch. "Takashi?"

"Yeah," Mori answered. He was standing up. He closed his eyes, remembering the shocked reaction of the fellow club members when Haruhi told them the news. He cringed, reliving how horrible the sight of Tamaki and the twins' crushed looks had made him feel. But Hunny's…Hunny's…

"Yeah, I am."

…broke his heart.

"But…why? We've been…like THIS for so long. How many years has it been now…?" He held onto his toy rabbit as though for dear life. "Almost our whole lives? And…I still have that same ache whenever I see you. Every time I see you. And you're telling me…whenever you see Haruhi…you feel like this? Does it hurt you this much to ever be apart from her…?" He was crying now, clinging tightly to his plush. He stared up at the man he was in love with, golden eyes filled with unconcealed hurt.

"Why…?"

Mori walked up, gently taking the toy from his hands. Hunny still weeped uncontrollably as Mori picked him up, and they were brought back to a few weeks ago when they were happy and completely enamored. Hunny rested on the Mori's long arm, trying to hold in all that he was feeling. Mori, with his freehand, wiped away a tear. He cranked his neck and captured the smaller boy's lips.

Their old kisses were purely innocent, not lasting too long—always elementary. But this one strayed from that. Mori had him against a wall, holding his chin and replacing those once soft pecks with a hot tongue. Hunny's chest was on fire as he clung to Mori's warm chest. He wasn't used to such aggression at all. He felt his shirt being unbuttoned and his pants being slipped off. He was naked under a clothed Mori, feeling dirty and ravaged, but, God, had he been waiting so long for this.

Mori fucked him and Hunny cried out in pain, but it was extraordinary and nothing like he could've ever imagined. They had never done anything like this before. Hunny's soft hands clawed at Mori's back and Mori's rough fingers clawed against Hunny's wrists, leaving cuts and bruises. When Hunny came, he sobbed out his lover's name and couldn't help but come again when he felt Mori release himself inside of him. They were wet and sticky but Hunny never felt more alive.

Afterwards, Hunny still lay against the wall, naked and just trying to collect his thoughts. Mori was across the room, uniform flawless, not facing him. He blew an even stream of smoke from his cigarette—a new habit of his neither Hunny nor Haruhi was too fond of. Hunny could still taste it.

Hunny lay there, a lifeless, beautiful body.

"Why are you with her?"

Mori took a moment to answer.

"Because I love her."

"Why are you with me?"

Mori didn't even bother to pause.

"Because I have to be."

The End.