A/N: Okay so the story plot is the same and everything, I am just adding more details, and maybe some more chapters, and hopefully fixing some mistakes. So you do not need to read everything again if you do not want to. And for the sake of the story Haruhi and Kyoya are in the same grade, sorry for any confusion.

It started like any other week, graduation was 3 months away and Haruhi just got a fully paid scholarship to Yale. Of course she was planning on staying in Japan and to go to Tokyo University, that way she could still keep in touch with the host club, they were powerful people after all. But fate likes to play funny tricks on people, such as Ranka coming home early with a drunken Kyoya.

Haruhi heard the door open while she was studying in the living room. "Dad, what are you doing home," Haruhi asked keeping her eyes on her homework.

"I could use a little help here; this boy seems to have had too much to drink," Ranka huffed, trying to keep Kyoya from hitting the floor.

"Boy," Haruhi questioned. She set down her pencil and went to go help her father with whatever he was carrying. She stopped in the doorway as she noticed that the "boy" her father was referring to was none other than the shadow king Kyoya Ootori. The one member of the host club she had feelings for. Of course no one knew that, especially Kyoya.

"Well are you going to help me," Ranka asked again when Haruhi just stood in the doorway.

Haruhi quickly snapped out of her trance, "oh, sorry." She quickly ran over to the door and grabbed the other side of Kyoya's arm and helped her father drag him into the living room.

"We can put him in my room; I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

"As long as it is alright with you."

When they finally got Kyoya into Haruhi's bed Ranka left for work again and Haruhi went back to studying. After about 30 minutes Haruhi put down her books and was about to lie down on the couch when she heard a noise coming from her room. She got up and went to see if Kyoya was awake.

She walked in and saw that he was still in her bed but was tossing and turning. Even though she knew that he does not like to be woken and that if she did wake him he could have a massive hangover, but she was concerned and she still walked over to him. When she reached out to shake him on the shoulder a hand grasped her arm and she was pulled towards him.

Haruhi didn't know what to do, "Kyoya" she called quietly.

There was no vocal response but before she could get up there were lips covering hers desperately. She was frozen at first and then, next thing she knew she was responding back to him with equal force. She knew she should not have but she has always watched him and he was so drunk she figured he wouldn't remember anything in the morning anyway. Before long the need to breath was too great and she had to push him off.

"Kyoya what do you think you are doing," she gasped out; in case he was thinking straight.

She looked up into his eyes that were glazed with lust. "What do you think I'm doing Haruhi? You have no idea how crazy you make me feel whenever you step into the room it. Just your presence drives me insane. For a while I have watched you watching me. I love you." Then he continued to kiss her.

Haruhi did not know what to do or how to feel. The shadow king basically confessed to her and she was more than willing to oblige with his demands. But what would the consequences be? Ranka said he was drunk, does he even know what he is doing? Did she care at this moment?

By the time she was done brooding over what she should do both of their cloths were off. Damn he's fast, she thought.

"Kyoya wait," she pleaded.

He growled at her, "NO".

Did he just growl at me? At least she was still on top of him so she could reach into her drawer and grab a condom. Yes she had condoms in her drawer at Ranka's request, he never did trust Tamaki. She opened it quickly and put it on Kyoya blushing five shades of red. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Kyoya was growing impatient and flipped them both over. He continued to kiss her on her neck and started making a trail of kisses down her torso, sending shivers throughout her body. He brought one of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking, as if he could devour it. Haruhi's breathing quickened and she started to moan.

She gasped when she felt a finger slide between her thighs. It felt uncomfortable, but not too painful, yet.

"It is your first time so I will take things as slow as possible, but I don't think I can hold out much longer. I'm going to enter you," he said bluntly.

She knew it would hurt, all the books she has read said it would. She was prepared to feel the moment of pain when he would break her. "O-okay," she stammered.

In one quick motion he tore inside her. In that moment she changed her mind, she was not ready for the pain. She clenched her teeth and tried not to cry out in pain, but she couldn't keep a whimper from escaping.

Kyoya froze when he heard her whimper, "Don't clench your teeth," he didn't want to hurt her, but he felt her shift under him and so he started to move slowly waiting for her pain to ease.

Damn this hurts, rich bastard. After a few minutes the pain resided and she started to feel the pleasure. She moved her hips in rhythm with his movements urging him to go faster. He did exactly as she wanted, and soon she was close to the edge. That is when it happened; Haruhi arched her back and let out a scream of pleasure, gripping the sheets as the sensation subsided. With a few more thrusts Kyoya collapsed on top of her panting.

He cradled her into himself and was soon asleep. As soon as she heard his even breathing she got up, cleaned herself and Kyoya as much as she could. Knowing he was dead asleep she also managed to change the sheets with great effort. Then she got dressed and put Kyoya's cloths back on him and went into the living room and fell asleep on the couch. If Kyoya had been sober she would have stayed with him, but she knew he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember anything, so she figured it was safer to act like nothing happened, and if he did remember well at least she would not have to keep her feelings to herself. After all what's the worst that could happen?

A/N: Yeah, not too much has changed.