Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Riders In A Storm ❯ Riders In A Storm ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

RIDERS IN A STORM
An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES: Okay, my fourth foray into the fandom and yet another pairing. This one was heavily suggested. My inner fangirl is crying *Mori is her fave* but the muses are having a good time. WARNING for LEMON content. One-shot. Mori x Haruhi pairing. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the piece.




"Ow!"

That was the fifteenth cut in as many minutes.

It was bad enough they had been separated from their friends. But the brush they were up against kept getting higher. The forest kept growing more dense.

And they had no idea which way was home.

Home wasn't the correct word. Vacation home may have been more appropriate. The Suoh summer cabin to be more precise. What better way to spend the last two weeks of summer break than on a camping trip with friends?

Haruhi Fujioka laughed to herself. Camping was a joke. And her friends? Well, they made a mockery of the entire concept. To her "roughing it" meant sleeping in a tent and cooking over an open fire.

"Johnson, would you please fetch our lunch?"

"Of course, Master Suoh."

To the other, richer members of the Ouran High School Host Club -- Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ohtori, Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin, Mitsukuni "Hunny" Haninozuka and Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka -- it meant having to cope with only one servant.

They were used to extravagance. Riches beyond your wildest dreams. Every whim was catered to and every wish made possible. Mediocre was not an option and they all expected nothing but the best.

Even their activities were lavish and without compare. The campfire had been made by the single manservant that was in attendance, but toasting marshmallows was not an option. Instead they were browned evenly with a blowtorch. The grilled food was made on a George Foreman. What was a campfire hotdog without the black crusting? And everything was imported. From the bottled water to the food prepared at every meal. Even Wolfgang Puck sent an entire selection with his compliments.

"Just be glad Kyoya didn't make us work," Hikaru had pointed out one day. For once they could enjoy a real vacation. No doubt photos of the experience would be sold for profit at a later date, though. Still it was nice to sit back and enjoy the natural scenery.

"I have an idea."

"Really?"

"Do tell."

It had been at Haruhi's insistence that they go hiking. The trail looked small and easy to traverse. Surprisingly, there had been no complaints from any of her fellow club members. Many were excited and looked forward to the trek.

"How much further, Haruhi," Kyoya questioned.

"Mom," Tamaki whined. "Dad can't take another step."

"I'm hungry, Haru," the smallest, Hunny, griped. "Can we stop for cake?"

"This is no fun," Hikaru and Kaoru spoke in unison. They were twins after all. "Can we go back now?"

They had walked over three miles. A record, Haruhi supposed. But one look at the gray clouds coming together in the sky convinced her that perhaps the twins had a good idea.

Then the sky opened up and let loose an insistent downpour. Surprised, everyone ran for cover. Without any clear idea about which direction to run, Haruhi headed to her left, then her right. She was even more surprised when her foot missed the ground and she began falling.

"Haruhi!"

The voice sounded familiar, but any other presence was indecipherable through the torrential rain. She gasped as she continued to fall, her body hitting something solid before rolling. And rolling. And rolling. She hit another solid object, a tree she wagered. Then...nothing.

As quickly as it started, it ended. The skies turned a pleasant shade of blue and white clouds filled in where gray had once been. But it would not last. The sky to the west was already darkening, and the sun would be setting in a few hours.

Where was she anyway?

"Haruhi?"

She sat up at the sound of her name. The sudden motion made her head ache, and her body. What once felt heavy was lifted easily. She was weightless, then felt her feet back on solid ground. Through hazy eyes, her clouded mind registered another presence. A familiar one.

"Mori-sempai?"

Takashi held her until she was steady, dark eyes carefully examining her. She had several cuts on her forearms and shoulders. Many would be black and blue in an hour or so. He held out each arm, checking her reaction for signs of pain. Then he moved her legs. When she made no complaint he stood and eyed her wearily. They were in quite a predicament. He didn't even take notice to the way he came, his fear driving him to simply find her and make sure she was all right.

"I'm okay. Really. We should move and try to find the others."

He nodded, looking towards the sky. Then he nodded again and started to walk off. He paused after a few feet, looking over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping up. He did this every so often. To make certain she did not get lost.

Then he nearly lost her as she tripped in brush, adding a few more scrapes and cuts to her already battered arms and legs.

"Ouch! Not again."

Takashi didn't hesitate. They had been walking for an hour. The rain washed away any sign of the original path and they had no idea which way they had actually fallen. Standing almost a full foot taller and clearly above the brush, he reached for her in an attempt to keep her safe.

Haruhi was surprised as he gathered her smaller frame in one arm. He had carried her like that once before, at Kyoya's underground swim spa. His tall physique eminated strength, which made her feel safe. His closeness made her feel warm, despite her soaked clothing. It was an odd feeling, not one she was used to feeling, or felt around anyone else. His silent visage only added to the heat growing inside of her. Her small hands gathered in the material of his shirt to keep her steady. She swallowed hard, her mind quickly trying to refocus.

"Thanks," she said.

He merely nodded, holding her as close to his person as possible. She felt fragile in his grasp, and he worried that one wrong move could hurt her further. He took a quick moment to assess the bumps and bruises she had acquired. Nothing life threatening. But the wounds needed to be treated. Even if it was only with water and a clean

"There's a clearing up ahead. And a cave, I think. Maybe we should rest there." She looked up at the sky. "It'll be dark soon."

"It's going to rain," he stated as he, too, looked at the gathering clouds in the sky.

Haruhi blinked. It had been the first thing -- besides her name -- he'd said all day. Mori was known to be quiet, quieter than his Host Club compatriots. He was clearly a compassionate man, as anyone could tell through his interactions with Hunny. But aside from his kendo training and his family relationship with Hunny, she knew nothing about him.

Add mystery to the list of reasons why he intrigued her. And preparedness! He was like a regular boy scout! He produced a small pack of matches. Some twigs were gathered in hopes of starting a fire. Then he pulled off his jacket, lying it so it might dry, and pulled a small pouch off of his belt.

"I'll be right back."

Fear settled into her heart as her safety net left her alone in the cave. She needed a distraction, pulling her wet shoes and socks from her feet and laying them next to his jacket. Hands moved up and down her arms, hoping to add warmth. She felt lost. Scared. And it had started to rain again. What if there would be thunder and lightening? Rising to her feet, she began pacing.

"Come on, Haruhi. Think positive."

So she thought about him.

Thoughts she had never dwelled upon or even considered rose to the surface. Mori was a good looking young man. She could feel the solid muscle beneath her fingers while he carried her. He looked good in any apparel...and even without. Images of his bared chest in a number of Host Club costumes came to mind.

Heat rose to her face and she shook her head vehemently. What WAS she thinking?! He was a friend. She doubted that he had any interest in her, at least in that way. And there was a more pressing matter at hand. They were lost and needed to find the way back to the Suoh cabin.

A hand on her forehead brought her back to reality. There was no way he could miss the redness of her cheeks. She only hoped he'd dismiss it as a fever from the storm.

RIIIIP!

'What? He ripped his shirt? Why?' She berrated herself for her shyness as she realized he was tearing strips to place around her more severe wounds.

With a gentleness one may not expect from the taller man, he cleaned and bandaged several cuts on her arms. Satisfied, he moved lower, treating visible scratches and cuts on her calves and thighs. Then she watched, her heart close to stopping, as he peeled his shirt from his torso and continued to rip the article into pieces.

"Here. Let me," she said, sitting herself at his back.

As carefully as he had, she wiped dirt and mud away from most of his abrasions. His injuries were not as severe or numerous, but it saddened her to know he hurt himself for her sake. She was grateful, but sad. Smooth skin marred by red and purple, black and blue. And soft! 'Should a man's skin be so soft to the touch,' she wondered.

Her curiosity was cut short when Takashi took her hand in his. Caught off guard, she tried to pull away. His grip was firm and did not allow for escape. Caught in his intense gaze, she felt heat rise to her cheeks again, this time out of guilt for what she had thought about earlier.

Takashi wasn't sure what had come over him. Relief. Awe. All mixed with some emotion he wasn't sure he could explain. The need to protect Haruhi had been overwhelming. She was tough, he admitted, but she could only do so much.

His heart sunk when he saw her disappear in the rain. It was the painful desire to find her that led him to jump over the cliff hanging and follow her down the wooded hill. He didn't care about his safety. Only about her.

Now, alone with Haruhi and so close to her warmth, he felt possessed. Other urges were pushing him now. The need to hold her. The need to possess her. He had her to himself and he wanted to keep it that way. With her agreement, of course. Always a gentleman, he refused to push her into an unwanted prospect.

So...who kissed who first?

It mattered not to either participant. The question came and went as lips pressed carefully, then passionately together. One found niche against the other, trembling lips parting uncertainly. Takashi took initiative, running the tip of his tongue against her lower lip. Haruhi responded by moving her own tongue, delicately pushing it against his upper lip before opening her mouth in invitation.

As eagerly as his tongue entered her mouth, his hands wanted to touch her. He pulled on her hand until she sat across his lap. Fingertips pressed against her back, then his palm laid flat, pulling her closer and nearly crushing her to him. The feel of possession and the need to possess rose with each moment that passed with her in his arms.

They parted so that her t-shirt could be peeled from her body. She blushed prettily, wanting to cover exposed flesh with her arms. He stopped her, grasping her wrists in a firm grip and shaking his head. She ducked her head, embarrassed. He kissed her temple and cheek in reassurance. Placing both of her hands on his chest, he allowed her a moment of control, his desire to be touched by her overwhelming him.

Haruhi was tentative at first. The feelings and sensations were all new. Forgetting her own state of undress, she focused on exploration. His chest was as smooth and solid as the rest of him. Her mind entertained those images of him in costume while her fingers enjoyed the physical beauty of him. With his physique, one would not think of him as a spoiled, rich boy.

'Perhaps he's not,' she mused as she lightly caressed his abdomen, earning a low groan of appreciation from Takashi. The sound was too real to be inside her head. When she finally managed a reality check, she found that her upper body was as uncovered as his.

He caressed her as she touched him, her body shivering in his grasp. The trembling of her flesh, the hardening of her nipples and the feel of her small breasts in his hands sent rushes of electricity through his system. He was overcome by heat, controlled by the primal urges inside of him. His conscious mind fought to maintain a certain level of control, the need to stop at the forefront of his mind. All she had to do was say so.

But Haruhi was no longer satisfied with his chest. Her fingers dove lower and attempted to undo the belt buckle holding his pants to his waist. The button and zipper came next, giving way easily. It was her turn to enjoy the trembling of his flesh, her eyes widening as she got her first look at his swollen manhood. Hands reached down in curiosity, wrapping them around heated steel. Takashi groaned again, his body vibrating in her hold. It gave her a confidence that was short lived.

Holding him in her hand, doubt suddenly sprang to mind. He sensed her hesitation and pulled her hands away from his engorged flesh. The look of confusion in her eyes was overshadowed by a deeper emotion. A deeper need. Urgent but gentle, he rose above her so that she'd settle against the floor of the cave. As his larger form covered hers, he discarded his shorts and underwear, eager to do the same for her.

She squirmed as the last of her garments -- albeit wet -- were tossed aside. Her entire body blushed as he gazed upon her nakedness, but there was a certain spark in his eyes that gave her that feeling of confidence. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a kiss not unlike the first.

He used her kiss to his advantage, his hands once again roaming her body. Pulling away from her kiss, he touched his lips to those places where his fingers had been. Her moans drove him to madness, increasing his need to touch her. And when her hands began moving again did he dare to press his body against hers.

With his swollen manhood pressing against her wet fold, she began to panic. Again, doubt filled her mind. It was short lived, though. The need to be fulfilled forced her body to respond on its own, to beg for what it desperately wanted. His continued touches -- and one especially wonderful touch to a most sensitive area -- were all the encouragement she needed to go on.

"Mori...?"

One finger, then two, moved slowly in and out of her core. It was difficult to control his breathing, and his body, at her responses. The deeper he went the louder she'd moan. The faster he went, the higher her chest would rise into the air. He took the sweet offering, pulling one nipple between his lips and sucking hard. It was all she needed to become even wetter, her muscles spasming against his long digits. Sensing her readiness, he moved against her again, positioning himself at her opening.

Looking her in the eye, he asked, "Is it all right?"

Haruhi blinked. This was the most she'd ever heard him talk. She hoped they would talk more when all was said and done. A small smile crept to her lips as she nodded to him.

The smile faded quickly, however, as he began to push inside of her. Her breath was knocked from her as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his thickness. She was grateful for a small reprieve as he paused and looked down at her.

Before he could offer an apology, she placed a finger over his lips. "It's okay. I just need a minute...or two."

He nodded, adjusting his weight so that he wouldn't crush her. The movement caused him to sink a little deeper. His features were worried as he looked at her pained face. But she was quick to reassure him, offering a small smile.

"I'm okay." She squirmed beneath him in an effort to get comfortable.

The grass was nice, but there was a stick pushing into her back. Lifting her hips allowed him to press deeper still. The pain that followed was enough to make her want to scream.

But no sound was heard.

His lips, searing hers in a passionate kiss, muffled her scream of pain. He tried not to wince when she did. He was not happy knowing he was hurting her. It was simply a necessity of the situation. They both knew that. But he needed to distract her somehow, and kissing her was the only solution that came to mind.

When they parted she could clearly see the need in his eyes. It drew her in, causing her body to react. Carefully she moved beneath him, her hips pressing against his. This time his length slid out a ways. He quickly responded by pushing himself against her, sinking in to the point before, and just beyond. To Haruhi's surprise, the movement wasn't painful. So she did it again, earning the same response from her partner.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Please...don't stop."

Takashi caught on to the rhythm she was setting. He let her movements and the rain outside guide his actions. He worked slowly at first, his body straining with the effort to restrain his baser urges. His mind spiraled at the tightness of her, at the sensation of the friction of their bodies. Unaccustomed to the new feelings, his conscious mind started to slip. The trained mind gave in to his body, and it became the master.

Haruhi clung to the man above her, her body no longer listening to her mind. It moved without thought, seeking the feelings and sensations that their joining created. There was still a light sting of pain, but it was overshadowed by the building excitement in her gut. She felt as if she were bursting at the seams. Then she felt it, an explosion that caused her to cry out. Convulsing beneath him, she held on to his shoulders, like a lifeline. And when she thought it was over, the excitement rushed through her anew in response to his climax.

The night air once again felt cool and Mori felt her body shiver in the cold. He covered her with his jacket, adding his body heat, as he lay close beside her. He was surprised when she rolled to face him, snuggling closer in an effort to keep warm. Without thinking, his arms wrapped themselves around her smaller form. He smiled to himself as she sighed against his chest, closing his eyes to allow sleep to take over.

There would have to be a discussion later, but for now, rest was imperative.



The sun flashed first one ray, then several into Haruhi's eyes. She opened them slowly, groaning at the rude awakening. But the morning brought with it new realizations.

She was naked with only a jacket to cover her. Her clothes had been laid out to dry, but still appeared damp and uncomfortable. The fire was a pitiful mockery of its former glory, but still a welcome sight.

And someone was missing.

Panic was quick to rise, a stone knot plummeting into her stomach. Where was Mori? She searched the cave for other signs of life and found none.

Standing, she slipped into her still wet clothing, pulling Mori's damp coat over her and holding it tight. She walked to the mouth of their shelter, her weary eyes greeted with even more sunlight. Squinting and blinking did little for her vision. Now she'd be seeing spots all day! But she did happen to catch a glimpse of something familiar. Something that immediately made her body warm under her wet clothes.

"Good morning," Takashi said, walking up to her. "I flagged down a helicopter. The others should be here any minute."

"Okay." It was a bit much for her still hazy mind to process, but she understood. "Mori...Takashi...I think...." She sighed, annoyed with her own uncertainty. "We need to talk."

"At the cabin," he replied with a smile. Leaning down he kissed her cheek. "I need to make sure you're safe. Then we'll talk."

Haruhi smiled as he walked back into the cave. But shouts from far away drew her attention. The others had found them. Tamaki was the first to come into view, followed by Hunny and the twins. Kyoya pulled up the rear, along with the rest of their rescue team. They were examined briefly, then ushered into a wait limo.

As they sat in the vehicle, Haruhi molded herself to Mori's side. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, reassuring her as they -- well, she -- continued to answer the barrage of questions. Helpless as the cause was, she managed to avoid any leading questions or mention of what had transpired between them. Sighing, she was grateful when the man beside her finally spoke up:

"We're safe now. Nothing else matters."

"That's right," Hunny agreed happily.

"Agreed," the twins chimed in.

"Then lets talk lunch," Tamaki said. "All the searching has made me hungry."

"You slept through most of the effort," Kyoya pointed out.

"I did not!"

"Did too. Did too!"

Haruhi tuned out the bickering, resting her head against Mori's chest. She smiled to herself, her mind offering up images of their impending discussion. With any luck, it would rain that afternoon too. Anything to keep her by his side.


~OWARI~

DISCLAIMER:
Ouran High School Host Club is a brilliant piece of work by creator Bisco Hatori. Originally published in 2003 by HAKUSENSHA, Inc., Tokyo, Japan, this masterpiece is being translated and published by VIZ Media for fans in America and Canada. I do not own a single piece of the characters used in this story. They were kidnapped and used here without permission.