Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Rubbing The Lamp ❯ ch 8 Huni's Second Wish ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: Ouran Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori, not me. I make no profit off this story. If Bisco Hatori-san wishes, I will remove this from the web upon her personal request.

 

 

This chapter was written as a response to the week 63 Makin' Lemonaide challenge theme: “You have to hold very still or...”

 

 

 

Chapter 8

 

`Today is Huni's second wish,' she thought in her head yet again.

 

(Are you still calling him that? In your dream he was Mitsukuni, remember?)

 

She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. The 50th such attempt thus far today. `That was just a dream. Only a dream. Just my unconscious trying to file away the memories of the past week.'

 

(Right. Filing. That's what your memory was doing filing. And NOTHING ever comes of FILING…)

 

Unbidden, she felt the heat rush to her face at the memory of Kyoya's warm hand under her own. Kyoya. She swallowed hard. `This is silly. I've got a debt to repay.' Grimacing, she continued her march toward the third floor music room. `Dreams are just dreams. They don't mean anything.'

 

(Ri-iiiight.)

 

`Oh, shut up! I'm just going to go in there and find out what wish I'll be filling for Mitsukuni.' She cringed at her own mental slip and heard what seemed to be passing for her own counterpoint to her inner dialogue chuckling in response.

 

(It isn't what Mitsukuni wants, it's what you want. Remember?)

 

Exhaling hard in an attempt to blow her hair out of her face, not in exasperation, she kept herself from shaking her head again and threw open the door to the host club's haunt. `Yeah. What I want. Whatever THAT is.' The bang from the door crashing open was loud, and resounded well with the tension she felt.

 

X

 

Inside the room, the club's oldest member had been waiting for the only woman he'd ever really looked at as a woman to arrive. Today, she was going to grant him another wish. It had to be wrong that the excitement this thought brought was so all-encompassing.

 

She wouldn't end up with him. Most likely any way. He'd known that when they'd been drinking. Known that as he declared loudly, brashly, that she liked him best because he listened to her. But heck, if everyone else was going to swagger with bravado, why couldn't he throw out a line or two.

 

And then, Kyoya had made the suggestion about how they could each share something precious with her - something beyond their regular club moments… something that could potentially be more than friendship for at least a few moments. The question, really, was what would they be willing to pay to have a moment alone with her like that.

 

Kyoya had sounded certain that Haruhi believed that sex was not just something to be shared between a man and a woman who were “in love” but could just as correctly be a way for two people of any sex to share their love for each other. “In love” made it better, but as long as love was present, it was still okay. And he'd also sounded certain that Haruhi had that type of friendship-love for all of them. All they had to do was stick to the plan. And agree that they didn't care whether or not she was in love with them.

 

She wasn't in love with him.

 

Not yet, anyway.

 

And this was where his current state of tension was sourced.

 

Because he could take the easy way out that Kyoya had provided, and live out his fantasies with her - oh, not on this wish, but on the next one. That had been his initial plan during the first wish. Until she started to respond to him. Until he determined that perhaps… Perhaps he could - instead - try to make her fall in love with him.

 

But he had to decide now. He had to lay the foundation HERE on THIS WISH. Because subtle differences in his actions now could make the success of one outcome more likely while greatly hindering the likelihood of the other. The decision wouldn't affect what he asked for in this wish - merely his reactions to her reactions, and how far he took it.

 

So what was it he really wanted?

 

Oh, he wanted her. Now. Tomorrow. Forever. She was beautiful, smart, funny, caring. And so perfect in his arms. She was simply wonderful.

 

But then there was the host club. The host club were all his friends. Friends that he cared for deeply. And Takashi. Takashi was his best friend - he'd been there for him his entire life. And each of them loved her, too.

 

What did he want? What did he want?

 

On that thought the door was flung wide with a sudden resounding boom that made the diminutive man jump, and then grimace. Looking up, he saw it was her and couldn't help bursting into a shy grin. “You scared me.”

 

She looked a bit chagrined, even through her obvious tension. “Sorry.”

 

He walked over and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Haru-chan, are you okay?”

 

The smile that she gave him warmed him deep inside - like nothing ever before. And as simple as that, he had his answer.

 

X

 

The loud bang felt good. Like blowing off steam. Until she saw the wide-eyed senior in front of her.

 

Holding a hand to his chest - no Usa-chan, she noted, in fact now that she thought about it, he hadn't had the stuffed rabbit by his side in weeks - and his eyes wide, he gasped and then smiled as he saw her come in. “You scared me,” he whispered.

 

She should have known better than to let her emotions take over. “Sorry,” she said softly, not quite meeting his eyes.

 

He stood and walked to her, taking her hand in his own. His thumb was rubbing the back of her hand softly as he led her back into the room. His soft eyes gazed up at her, capturing her own. “Haru-chan, are you okay?”

 

Huni. (Mitsukuni.) He had always been one of the first to pick up on her moods - to see when something was bothering her and to try to help, no matter what the source. She couldn't help but smile at him. “I'm fine, thanks for asking.” She squeezed his hand back. “So what wish do I get to grant today?”

 

“Well...” He blushed as he held onto her hand a little tighter. “I… I kinda… I kinda pulled my back when I was sparring with Chika last night and… could you…” he blushed fiercely red. “Could you give me a massage?”

 

His thumb stopped its motions on the back of her hand. In fact pretty much everything in the room stopped. Paused in waiting for her response.

 

“Ma- massage?”

 

(You'll have your hands on him.)

 

`Thank you, I AM aware of what a massage entails'

 

“Do you mind?” his voice was clear, betraying nothing. And still the room waited.

 

(ALL over him.)

 

Fighting the need to swallow, she answered, “I… okay. I don't know much about actual massage...”

 

He smiled at her warmly, the room's light changing subtly somehow as it moved forward in time again. “Anything you could do would be wonderful. I'd be very grateful.”

 

The look in his eyes, gazing up into hers, was too much. This time, she did swallow. Hard. “Where…? How…?” It was amazing how much this task had set her off balance.

 

A slight tug on her hand alerted her to the fact that he was guiding her to one of the back rooms. It was one of the prop rooms. In it, there was a chaise lounge. “I thought this could work,” he said softly.

 

She gazed at it and imagined - if he put his feet over the roll back, legs bent at the knees, he could lie flat, and then she could sit on the edge on either side of him. It was even better than having him lie on tatami mats because she wouldn't have to be stooped over throughout the massage.

 

“Ok. Um. Well, where does it hurt?”

 

He went to gesture and realized he was still holding her hand. With pink cheeks, he responded, “My upper back, right here,” he pointed to the area between his neck and his right shoulder blade. “Down here,” he pointed to his lower left side, just below his waist. “And both of my legs - pretty much all over - are sore, but especially… uh…” He blushed a bit further and pointed at the area right where the legs joined to his ass - which she took great pains not to notice by looking away quickly and blushing.

 

Noticing her reaction, he found himself smiling and blushing as well.

 

“Um. Okay.” She quickly scanned the room and found some dark soft fabric, most likely slated to become a costume some time in the future. Grasping it like a viper that might twist to strike her, she thrust it out at him.

 

As he took the fabric, she turned from him, turned toward the door so he wouldn't see her cheeks burning. Speaking way more rapidly than he'd ever heard from her, she crossed to lay a hand on the door as she said, “I'llwaitoutinthemainroom. Letmeknowwhenyou'reready.”

 

“Uh… I'm sorry, Haru-chan?”

 

Still refusing to turn and look at him, she explained, “While you get undressed. I'll wait out there.”

 

“I… Undressed?” He was forcing his face calm as he attempted to focus on his breathing.

 

“For the massage.” She waited a second and he didn't respond. Maybe he didn't know anything about massage and thought she could do it through his clothes. But if he was really hurt from his sparring with his brother, that wouldn't really be of any help. “If… If I'm going to… help at all, with the massage… it should probably be… you know… deep tissue massage - like in sports therapy. Like what my dad had to get when he threw his back out at work from trying to lift too many kegs in a night. And for that… to get into the tissue, I… you… I need to be able to…” her last words came out very quietly, “touch your skin.” She turned and faced him, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “You're the one that wished for a massage!”

 

Quietly, with no expression on his face that she could read, he responded. “You're right. I did. Sorry. I forgot about… that part. I'll…” His face grew determined. “Down to the underwear should be enough, right?”

 

Startled at his practicality, she stuttered out, “Y- yes. I'll… be outside. Call me when you're ready.” Then she quickly spun and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

 

X

 

As soon as the door was shut behind her, she collapsed somewhat, leaning against it and breathing heavily. `Breathe, Haruhi. It's not a big deal. It's just skin. You've touched all of them before - at one time or another. It's nothing.'

 

(Yes, that's right. You've given all of them deep tissue massages where they relax into your hands.)

 

`That's not… It doesn't mean anything. We're just friends.'

 

(Just friends? Didn't he tell you in his last wish that he liked you?)

 

`No. No. He didn't. He just said that he… liked me as a teacher. I'm sure he didn't mean…'

 

(He's an adult - remember? With adult thoughts and adult feelings? And he reads Balzac and Nabakov, remember? Maybe he wants to teach you right back.)

 

`I'm sure he… I mean… He's just sore from his sparring with his brother. I'm just doing this to help him.'

 

(Okay. Maybe you're right and it means nothing. But either way, you're going to be touching his naked flesh in there. His muscular, adult, naked flesh.)

 

 

She closed her eyes tightly and breathed deep. `I just need to focus. That's all. Like the Monopoly game.' She remembered fingers stroking up her thigh. `No! Like… Filing. It'll be like filing.'

 

(That's right. Filing. Because nothing ever comes of…)

 

`SHUT UP!'

 

“H- Haru-chan. I- I'm ready.”

 

X

 

As the door shut behind her, he didn't know whether to do a little happy dance or hyperventilate. So instead, he quickly sat on the edge of the chaise lounge and concentrated on his breathing. `In, and out. In, and…

 

`Okay, not the right words - that is NOT helping.

 

`Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale...

 

`It's not like she meant… But she was blushing. Still, she's only doing this as a favor to me. She's very practical. She just wanted to completely fulfill the wish.

 

`Oh, but if she was to REALLY fulfill my wishes…

 

`Stop thinking like that. You're turning into a pervert. Okay, so maybe I'm already a pervert. Just think of it as going to the doctor's office. I'll just get down to my underwear and lie down and cover up…

 

`If there is a God who loves me, either help keep me under control, or let her give me a sign that she might… she might…

 

“H- Haru-chan. I- I'm ready.”

 

X

 

The door opened, and she entered the prop room again. He looked just as she'd pictured him in her head, lying on the chaise lounge, when he'd first brought her into the room. Only his shoulders were a bit wider than she remembered from when she had her arms around him for the first wish. And his back was… Whew. Lean muscular ropes. When had this happened?

 

Probably during that last growth spurt. All that work at karate was… apparent now. He was definitely an adult.

 

Swallowing hard, she crossed over to him. `You helped your dad with his back, this is just the same.'

 

(Right. This is EXACTLY the same.)

 

Gingerly, she sat on the edge of the lounge while briskly rubbing her hands together for warmth. The last thing she needed was him to jump up from cold hands touching him. One more deep breath and then she placed both palms flat on the planes of his back.

 

Firm, hard warmth, his skin was soft and smooth, inviting her continued touch. But the softness was belied by the strength beneath. It was the strength of a martial arts master.

 

(Have you realized you are alone with a man two years older than you, who happens to be mostly naked? And whom you are touching? A man who could pin you to the ground and do… anything?)

 

`First, Huni would never do something like that. And second, he sees me as a friend - that's all.'

 

(You keep thinking that… You just keep thinking that...)

 

Her brow crunched into a “V” as she forced herself to ignore the sarcasm of her own inner voice and concentrate on helping her friend. This might be the first of all the wishes where she was actually doing something helpful. It was right that it should be for one of the two who were most wronged by her breaking the vase.

 

Her palms, flat on his back, rubbed lightly, building up warmth. Each muscle twitched as her fingers brushed them. From the contact, she could tell where he was having difficulty. It actually helped her focus, and she began tenderly kneading at the knots. A soft sigh of contentment from her senpai made her smile - she was truly helping - and she continued to manipulate the tissues, forcing them to yield to her will.

 

Alternating fingers' pressure dug into the muscle under the muscle that covered the shoulder blade. Up toward the neck, over the shoulder, down to the blade, small movements pressing out the tension continued unceasingly.

 

Soon his sighs became moans of pleasure. Even through her concentrated focus, the sound burned into her belly, making her hands tingle where she was touching him. Taking a deep breath, she put more effort into her task. She would help him, she would succeed in filling his wish, despite the strange flashbacks to her odd - so odd - dreams. She would grant his wish in spite of the sarcastic voice that was getting louder and louder.

 

As she felt the knot in his shoulder loosen its hold, her fingers trailed down his spine, down to his lower left side. Her fingers worked underneath the waistband of his boxers to work that area, as he'd requested.

 

X

 

The door opened, and he heard her footsteps as she crossed the room to where he lay on the lounge. His face was purposely turned away from the door. If he saw her come in, if he saw her walking into a room where he was mostly naked, he might just lose control.

 

`All right, Haninozuka. You have to keep very still, or else…'

 

Her hands were on his back, breaking his concentration. He was in nothing but his cotton boxers and a sheet, and she was touching his bare skin. He'd dreamed of her touch, and it was even softer in reality.

 

Eyes closed at her touch, but he kept himself still. Still and quiet. Even as he felt himself harden, uncomfortably, while pressed against the firm padding of the chaise, he kept quiet and still. If he moved, she might see. And if she saw…

 

Well, there was no telling what would happen, but he was fairly certain she wasn't ready to address him in that state. He just needed to relax.

 

Oh!

 

Her fingers began digging into the muscle at his shoulder that had been like a rock buried in his back all day. Where the heck had she learned how to do that? Without realizing it, a soft sigh of contentment escaped him. He'd imagined her hands as talented, but this… even if it was platonic in her mind, it was sheer bliss.

 

He tried to keep his sounds of pleasure to himself, he really did. Magic. Her hands were magic. And for once, he didn't mean anything perverted when he thought that. He needed to relax? Yeah. Okay. That was so doable with her fingers erasing his stress. This was better than cake.

 

`A martial arts expert is supposed to have more self control,' he thought to himself as another moan sounded. The muscle had completely relaxed now under her ministrations. If she kept this up, he'd turn into pudding in her hands. Or fall asleep.

 

Moaning happily, he felt her hands slide down on either side of his spine until they reached his lower left back.

 

And then her fingers slipped under his waist band.

 

He tightened reflexively. Her fingers were entering his underwear.

 

Self control. Right. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, allowing himself to focus on the feeling of her fingers rolling through the small mass of tightness.

 

Mmmmm. Pudding. He'd be pudding for her anytime she wanted.

 

X

 

`What the hell am I doing?!' she thought as she noticed the muscles in his ass clench.

 

(Well, you're reaching into his underwear.)

 

`I… I'm not! I'm just… trying to reach the knot he wanted me to work out.'

 

(Yeah, and to do it, you're reaching into his underwear. Kyoya didn't tell the half of it when he said you needed to wake up.)

 

Her fingers kept up the rhythm on the knot, even as she argued with herself. `It's not a big deal. It's just a massage.'

 

(And one that Mitsukuni's enjoying greatly, judging by the way his ass clenched when you reached in.)

 

`Oh, god. I hope I didn't hurt him.'

 

(Are those the sounds of someone who's in pain?)

 

`No… and… this knot seems to be relaxing, too.'

 

(Sure it is. You just keep it up. You're fulfilling his wish nicely. Now if you could just decide what you want. Like touching him. You do like it, don't you?)

 

`I… like helping him out.'

 

The knot was pretty well gone now, so she began tracing down his legs, starting at his ankles and working up, switching back and forth between the two to ensure both were receiving her attention.

 

(It feels nice. Warm and firm.)

 

She continued up and his moans crescendoed as she went.

 

(Mitsukuni likes having you touch him. But what would it feel like if he were to touch you? You could ask him to switch places.)

 

`This is his wish. I couldn't ask him for anything like that. Besides, who said I wanted him to touch me?' Her thumbs were rubbing the back of his left thigh, her fingers wrapped around toward the front of his leg, gripping it firmly but gently. Another sound between a sigh and a moan spoke of sheer contentment.

 

(Yeah, and you still haven't decided what you want, so you better leave the wish-making up to those who know what they want.)

 

It was ridiculous to try to scowl at your own inner dialogue. So instead, she continued up his firm, thigh. She had reached the bottom edge of the sheet covering him, but hadn't yet gotten to the part he'd indicated was really hurting.

 

`Should I…?'

 

(Why not? It's not like it means anything, right? You're just friends, right? And it's not like you're doing it because you want to. So do it. Help your friend with his injury.)

 

She decided to ignore the obvious sarcasm coloring her inner voice and agree with the words alone. Still, as she reached under the sheet, massaging up and under the bottom edge of his shorts, up to the area where he was having a problem, she couldn't help but feel flushed. `It's just his butt. Why would touching there mean anything? It doesn't. Oh god. I'm just going to… do this and get it done. That's all. It doesn't mean anything. I don't want him to touch me. I don't.'

 

“Oh, god, Haruhi!” his voice cried loudly, and she froze, pulling her hands off him quickly.

 

X

 

It had been easy to relax with her hand on his lower waist. After all it was just his waist. Okay, bare skin. But still his waist.

 

And when her hands began grasping each leg, starting at the ankle and working up, rolling the tension out the whole way, it just felt good. Like when his private masseuse at home worked on him.

 

Yeah, he could have had his masseuse work these out. But then he wouldn't have felt her hands on him.

 

As he thought this, her hands reached the upper portion of his thigh, her fingers wrapped around it, dangerously close to parts that were untouched by anyone except his doctor since he'd reached adolescence. They stopped for a second at the edge of the sheet, and he sighed in relief.

 

Of course she wouldn't go -

 

And then her hands were under the sheet, reaching up the last little way. Working at the area that hurt, yeah, but more importantly, her hands were grasping his firm ass. Massaging it.

 

Suddenly, his fantasies didn't seem so impossible. They were here and now.

 

In his head, he was finally kissing her, making love to her, and she was telling him she loved him, too. Her hands were on him, grabbing him, pulling him to her. She was better than magic and she was his and for once, he was in her. In her, and she was sighing his name softly in his ear as he rode her.

 

Her hands were massaging him and his fantasies were riding the rhythm of her hands.

 

And then his inner theatre came to climax - he came inside her and called out his love's name. “Oh, god, Haruhi!”

 

And at that moment, he realized that he'd been in his head, because suddenly her hands were gone from his ass. Oh, shit.

 

Keep very still indeed! Now, he couldn't move until she left, or she'd see the mess she'd made of him.

 

“Di- Did I hurt you, Mitsukuni?”

 

Why did his name have to sound so good spilling from her lips? He turned his head and looked at her, smiling his shota-loli smile. “You're really good at that, Haruhi! I feel so much better.”

 

She visibly relaxed. But although he could tell she was still tense from the whole thing, he couldn't tell if she was excited too, or if she could tell that he'd had an issue there.

 

“Oh. Okay. I… I'm glad I could help. I'll… just go outside, and you can… get dressed. Okay?” With those words, she turned and walked toward the door, forcing herself to not run.

 

Once the door was closed, he stripped his underwear off, using them to soak up the sticky through-leakage. Their resting place was wrapped in some old school papers in the garbage can, WAY at the bottom. `Guess I go commando,' he thought as he pulled up his pants.

 

After he buttoned up his shirt, he turned to exit the dressing room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AN: My apologies to Erin-chan, and my oldest sister (who will never read this anyway). This is written about a non-professional masseuse and is not intended in any way to be a reflection on what happens during a professional massage - which I highly value, and if I lived in the same city as you, I'd probably be one of your clients. Oh! A massage. If only I knew a good masseuse in this city in which I now reside.

 

 

Secondary Disclaimer: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. While that might seem unlikely - as three of the characters are only sophomores in high school, I figure it this way: if Bisco Hatori-san can ignore the students graduating for two years in a row and keep everyone in the same grade, I can then apply that logic to their ages. Therefore, Haruhi, Kaoru and Hikaru are just 18. Kyoya and Tamaki are about to turn 19. Mori is about to turn 20, and Huni already is 20. (Therefore, according to Japanese figuring, Huni is the only adult. :P )