My first Ouran drabble-thing. It's not really a story, more like an insight on character and the thought process during that one special scene in episode 8. Somewhat dark (for my standards)...

There was something dark within Kyouya Ootori that went beyond the scheming and the greed. There was this strange way of thinking, put into a logical pattern that seemed to project an air of class from the brunette's head. And though he seemed to think rationally, something twisted and malevolent grew inside him, and he relished the feeling it gave him to think past the now and into what could happen in the dark dismal future that seemed to follow the host club, despite its happy atmosphere.

But the matter at hand (it was actually pretty ongoing, from the beginning of their friendship, but Kyouya prefers to think it stemmed from even before that point) was Tamaki Suoh. At least, that's what he had told himself as the he placed himself in a strategically awkward position over Haruhi, who lay frazzled on his vacation bed. He had always lost to Tamaki; it was his job to make the blonde look good, no more no less. It had been his father's orders, after all. Yet somehow he couldn't help but salivate over the thought of Tamaki's face if he let his hormones get the better of him. The look would be striking upon the blonde's perfect features, full of confusion, betrayal, and anger. He could picture it in his mind's eye, how much he wanted to see that face.

He could already feel her thighs between his, the soft material of her dress, and the smoothness of her skin beneath him. And he could already feel her nails digging into his back, and could taste the tears blotching her face at the thought of what she was doing. It was so tempting to just let it all out and unleash his fury and madness onto her in a sick sort of release, that only he would enjoy. Never had he wanted to beat Tamaki so badly, and the thought of his victory made him ravenous for her.

But deep inside he knew there was a more important battle, silent and unofficial, interweaving the actions and emotions of the three of them: self-control. Tamaki would not last as long as he would, when it came to taking advantage of this young prey, and perhaps that is why he kept his distance in his subtle ways, such as labeling it their relationships as family, to keep as personally impersonal as possible. But Kyouya would always win that battle, no matter the situation, no matter how strong the urge. He wanted to touch her face, to make her large brown eyes open wide in shock, and for her lack of experience to be his to make bloom into something equally as wanting as he was right this moment. All in the guise of a "lesson learned".

But he would win this battle of self-control. And so he backed off reluctantly, not able to resist thinking he'd still be able to feel her imprint in his sheets when he crawled in after her. And when Tamaki barged in, the face he placed when he noticed the rather suspicious circumstance that he and Haruhi had placed themselves in, the third Ootori son decided it had all been worth it; a hint of the reaction to the inevitable loss of Kyouya's self-control when it came to this very special girl.

She had said there was no merit in sleeping with her. She was highly mistaken. Though he would not steal his much-earned victory out from Tamaki's hands tonight, there would be an inevitable break in their "shining friendship" in the very near future. Being able to say "I finally am going to have something good in my life, and I won't have to share it with you, Tamaki," was worth more than enough merit, and he would have his fill.