Title: Control

Rating: PG-13 (?)

Genre: Romance

Pairings or Characters: KyouyaxHaruhi

Warnings: hinted adult content

Summary: Her husband, so decided, had way to much control for her likings.

She knew he had control. He had patience too. Anyone who's sane enough to call Tamaki his best friend needs both a vast amount of patience and control. What she never noticed was how annoyingly aggravating both were. Specially his control......

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If Control was a human being, Haruhi would have most likely tied it to a rock, man-handled it into the trunk of her car (courtesy of her husband), drove to the nearest dock and thrown it into the water, watching with a sinister smile as it sunk, struggling fruitlessly to get loose.

But neither was Control a human being nor did Haruhi want to be sent to jail. Unlike her husband, she probably had less of a chance of getting away with murder (talk about a depressing figure of .01% of a chance to his near 100%). But that was okay, she figured, because she, Ootori Haruhi, had a plan. She was going to win this time. She was sure of it.

Of course her husband, she knew, found it quite amusing that she would boundlessly try to ruffle his feathers, so to speak. It became a sort of game between the two, seeing who could get the other annoyed first. He won.....

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..... all the time.

But not this time. This time, her plan was flawless.

Nights like these were quite peaceful.

Kyouya would be sitting there, leaned back against the headboard of their bed with his handy laptop, the glow from the screen reflecting across glasses. The sleek silver of the top would glisten in her direction as she would lay there, book held loosely between thin fingers as honey-brown eyes traced the thin black lines that painted itself into a centered white pineapple of the top. Sometimes, Haruhi would find herself wondering what would take her husband away into clicky-clack mode, but she knew with his growing industry.... well, the possibilities were endless.

But today wasn't the day to wonder about what company her husband was currently overtaking. No, today was going to be the start of her winning streak.

Placing her book down she crawled forward, resting up against her husband's shoulder, wrapping slim arms around his neck, burying her head closer to the crook of it.

"Haruhi....?"

"Long day."

"Hn."

She began running her fingers lightly up and down Kyouya's arm, which was flexing against his fingers quick movements across the keyboard, but it was to no avail; her husband simply ignored her. She sighed, a fake cover for the attention she knew she wasn't going to get.... yet.

"How's work going?" Haruhi asked, looking innocently down her nose at the glaring screen. The words printed there swam before her eyes, having no meaning to her as the complex plans of graphs and letters spread from frame to frame.

"Well," Kyouya replied in his usual smooth monosyllabic way.

"That's good. Any new plans I should know about?" She tried again to distract his attention from the computerized words, but the attempt was futile. There was no reply this time.

Haruhi looked up, watching Kyouya's molten gray eyes flicker quickly from line to line, progressing rapidly threw the multiple tabs and pop-up windows. Sighing she rested her head better into the curvature of his neck, the random jerks of her husband's arm indicating the opening and closing of documents. Haruhi laid there patiently for awhile, letting her breath caress his skin. With a small movement she nudged her head gently against the underside of his chin, her breath ghosting hotly against his Adams-apple. Another jerk, another document closed and opened.

Sliding her hand down his shoulder she drew patterns on Kyouya's shirt, her fingers running lightly across his chest and over the soft, exposed skin between his collar bones at the base of his neck. As fingers slowly slithered their way up his muscular neck, feeling a pleasant tingling sensation running through the tips of her digits as she traced the underside of Kyouya's jaw, Haruhi couldn't help but blow teasingly at his skin. This produced no visible effect either. Kyouya's breath was coming out evenly from under the palm of her hand. Clicky-clack.

Encouraged by the lack of response, she began to place light kisses along the skin previously traced. As her lips continued their hot path along the underside of Kyouya's jaw to below his earlobe, Haruhi reflected that she would never usually be this direct at starting any form of foreplay. But this was different. This was a direct challenge, and goodness knew that the little Kyouya in her loved a good challenge. But only when she won, and right now, she was not winning like she planned. No, her husband's eyes just have to continue to eat up the data on the screen, paying no heed to what his wife was doing. In reply, her kisses became more adventurous, bolder, and she nipped and licked and sucked at Kyouya's skin lightly with her teeth and tongue and mouth. Clicky-clack.

What Haruhi failed to notice through her expedition was that her husband's eyes were no longer rapidly moving across the open windows, the same ones open two minutes ago still up on screen. In fact, if she were more observant she would have noticed that not only were Kyouya's eyes glued at one point on the screen, there was a look of utter concentration shining thhrough them as he tried to keep them there.

However Haruhi did not notice these things and instead stopped her teasing of his now abused earlobe, huffing in annoyance at her "obvious" defeat, and rolled over onto her stomach, grabbing the book she previously discarded and flipping to page sixty-six, continuing her reading in reeking waves of sullen sulking.

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Abruptly the other broke the silence. "Don't be so miserable," Kyouya said flippantly, snaking an arm around his wife's waist, laptop discarded as he lent up against her back, lips brushing against her exposed neck.

"Don't be miserable!"

"Yes. It doesn't suit you, Haruhi," he purred, nibbling at her ear.

Turning around she tried to push him away, one of her random bouts of childish actions coming into play. "I just got trumped by an inanimate object!" she complained, trying resentfully to resist the pull of the older male who was, provenly, much stronger than her.

Kyouya chuckled darkly, raw ways of lust rolling off him as he leaned forward, dark eyes locking hers in a swirl of passion. "Not really, Haruhi. If you paid attention better, you would have noticed that I was just teasing you," he said, a small mischievous smirk on his face. She was about to interject when Kyouya drew her into a searing kiss.

Pulling away he whispered huskily, "By the way, I still win," before going back to previous engagements. But she didn't see how he won. She was about to voice that not only did she finally win and prove that her husband could lose control.... but.... but....

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oh who cared? She was too preoccupied to even bother arguing. This could be saved for another time..........

I have this issue with Kyouya. I can't stop writing him. So.... if you couldn't tell by now, then yes, Kyouya-senpai is my favorite character. A writer can be biased to ya know. Anywho, I'll try to make another pairing. Maybe a Kaoru Haruhi Friendship. Yeah! I like that idea ^^ Anywho, if you didn't get why Kyo still won it's because Haruhi stopped half way through. So it's like she forfited. To bad too, cuz if she continued our poor Demon Lord was sure to moan. Heheheee ^//^

R&R Please