Chapter 1

"If you want to, you can pay me back with your body."

"You wouldn't do it. There is no merit in it."

Those statements were something that had strung a cord with both Haruhi Fujioka and Kyoya Ohtori. From that night on they became intrigued with each other and what the true meaning of "merit" was to them. Slowly, the attraction built. It was subtle, a witty comment there or a simple gesture here.

Slowly…they ended up here.

At the moment, Kyoya and Haruhi were about to question their relationship. The other members of the Host Club had left a half an hour ago, leaving Kyoya to help Haruhi study for a math test that was coming up. However, one simple gesture made both realize that these subtle gestures needed to be discussed.

Haruhi had asked a question regarding a math problem and in order to get a better look Kyoya decided to look over her shoulder. Leaning in, he looked over at the problem and was about to answer when Haruhi looked up at him. Something about the close proximity, the innocent look in her large brown eyes, and the fact that they were alone made it an easy decision. He kissed her.

It was brief and sweet. They both stared at each other with a slight red tint on both of their cheeks. Haruhi broke the silence, "Kyoya-senpai…?"

The question made him straighten a bit and take a step back. Was it possible that he had a crazy moment? Him, Kyoya Ohtori, the supposed refined and cool one of all the Hosts?

Haruhi stood up and looked at him, "Kyoya-senpai…is there something you want to tell me?" She walked up to him and took his hand in hers. There was no need to be subtle anymore, right? After all, did he not just kiss her?

Kyoya looked at his hand in hers. It just felt so right. He saw the questioning look in her brown eyes, and he finally felt like he could say something. He used his captured hand to squeeze her hand, "I believe there is something we do need to discuss Haruhi, and it is not math."

She nodded before pulling on his hand, "Then shall we discuss this on the couch? It feels like we are at a standoff in this position." She pulled him once again and they both walked over.

Once sitting, they looked at each other. Kyoya leaned a bit towards her, "Haruhi, I love you and ever since that moment at the beach I have been trying to figure out a way to tell you."

She shifted away a bit, "What about the fact that there is no merit? Being with me is only because you want to be with me. I do not bring any benefit to you or your family."

Kyoya looked at her, "You bring no merit in the way of my father's requirements; this is true. However, I don't care."

Haruhi leaned in this time, looked at their hands that were still intertwined, and then looked at his warm steely grey eyes, "Then I have something to confess too Kyoya. I have fallen in love with you too. I just…I thought you wouldn't be with a girl that didn't have any merit."

Kyoya shook his head, "I thought that too. Guess today is just a day for surprises." He leaned in again and reclaimed her lips. The time for talking was over. This time he wasn't brief. He needed to let her know that merit was something that wasn't important to him. Kyoya wanted to show Haruhi how much she meant to him. He leaned her back into the couch while he slid his tongue against her soft lips asking for entrance. She complied as her arms encircled his neck to pull him closer. She enjoyed feeling the pressure of his body over her.

Soon Kyoya just wasn't satisfied with kissing. He broke away from her mouth and started to trail kisses from her lips to her neck while he unbuttoned her long sleeve white shirt. Kissing the base of her neck, Haruhi leaned into him with a satisfied moan while arching her back. That small motion gave Kyoya enough time to reach behind her back and unhook the white bra. Leaning away he looked at her a moment before pulling her up just enough to slide her bra and shirt off, throwing them to the side. Slowly, he went back to her lips and made a trail back to her neck. His hands tentatively touched her breasts, first brushing them lightly before adding more pressure to them. She leaned into his touch, and soon his lips found her breasts. While one hand stayed on her left breast, his mouth went to her right breast. He licked the nipple before he sucked on it.

Haruhi moaned loudly as she took in the new sensations that she was feeling. One hand wrapped around his shoulder as another entangled in his hair. She leaned into his touch, feeling completely overwhelmed. Kyoya switched from her left to her right and she moaned again, "Kyoya…"

He didn't stop. Kyoya's hands moved from her breasts down to her stomach and then to her pants. Slowly, he started to unzip her pants and pushed them off of her. She was left in nothing but her panties before he pulled away. Kyoya looked at Haruhi; here was the woman that the uniform hid every day. Here was the woman that he fell in love with that night they first talked about what merit meant.

Haruhi blushed before kissing him again. It wasn't fair for her to be the only one in her underwear. She started to unbutton his shirt and then started to unzip his pants. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to shift to make this easier for her. He shifted and helped her pull them off of him gladly before pulling her onto his lap facing him. Haruhi blushed more, feeling a certain hardness against her thigh.

Kyoya kissed her again before pulling away, "Haruhi…I love you. We just told each other this. If you think this is too soon…you will let me know right?"

Haruhi leaned in closer, "I love you Kyoya. I don't think that is about to change anytime soon. You don't think this is too soon, do you?"

"No. I just need to make sure you're sure about this," Kyoya answered, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

She tilted her face so that she could kiss his inner palm, "I love you Kyoya, and I will not regret this."

That was all Kyoya needed before kissing her again and moved his hands back to her chest to continue fondling her. Haruhi moaned as she arched her back and started to rock her hips gently against him. Kyoya moaned then, liking the friction she was creating. He pulled her away again after a short while though; if she continued doing that he might just lose it too early. He laid her back on the couch and pulled her panties off. He took in the sight of her fully nude form, "You're beautiful."

Haruhi's face was really red then. Kyoya smirked before kissing her while tracing her entrance. Haruhi bucked her hips, which caused the finger tracing her entrance to sink into her. She moaned as he wriggled the finger inside her, trying to let her get used to it before he pumped it in and out of her. She moaned, wriggling a bit under him, "K-Kyoya…" He added a second finger then and continued with the ministration. Soon he felt her walls tighten around his fingers and felt herself stiffen before relaxing. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her and looked at her.

She was breathing heavily and was looking straight back at him. She smiled at him, before sitting up and tugging on his boxers. She removed them before sitting back on his lap. Haruhi kissed his lips and rocked against him, enjoying the friction. Slowly, she stopped rocking and kissed a trail down to his hard member. Haruhi was on her knees in front of him before licking the tip of his penis. Kyoya jerked a bit, before Haruhi took his whole member into her mouth. Haruhi then started moving her mouth up and down the shaft. Kyoya groaned, entangling his hands in her short hair, groaning. He let this go on for a few minutes before he pulled her away.

Kissing her, he leaned her back on the couch. He gently parted her legs and positioned himself between them. Kyoya looked up at her for permission and she nodded. He pushed himself in slowly, letting her get used to the feeling before pushing further. Haruhi reached around and started to dig her nails into his back. The pain was just barely bearable, and soon he was fully inside her. He waited, looking at her, "Tell me when to move."

"M-move."

That was all Kyoya needed to hear as he began to thrust in and out of her. Soon, the pain was replaced with pleasure and she was moaning again. She bucked her hips, matching his thrusts with her own. He pulled her from her laying position back to sitting, with her moving on top of him. Kyoya moaned, feeling the now familiar sensation of her walls tightening around him and knew she was as close as he was. With a few more thrusts, both of them came. Riding out their orgasms, both collapsed onto each other, gasping for breath.

Kyoya unsheathed himself from her before grabbing the blanket by the edge of the couch. He wrapped the two of them in it before settling next to her. They held each other and smiled. "I love you Haruhi."

"I love you too, Kyoya," she murmured back before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

To Be Continued…