Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Help Fallen ❯ Prince of Darkness ( Chapter 2 )

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

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Can't Help Fallen
By: Nara
~~~~~Chapter 2: Prince of Darkness ~~~~~
It had been many hours before Kyouya was allowed to see Nekozawa, his wrists strapped to the bed with only enough room to move in order to prevent further suicide attempts in the next 48 hours. Nekozawa had to have emergency surgery and where Kyouya saw the gash on his wrist before, was now wrapped in bandages and his dark robe was now replaced with a thin hospital gown. As Kyouya walked over to Nekozawa's bed, he demanded that the nurse close the door to prevent the hallway lights from hurting him when he wakes up, and turn of the lights due to his condition. So, the nurse left, leaving Kyouya and Nekozawa alone behind closed doors, in the dark.
Kyouya sat next to Nekozawa for a few moments before reaching over to see the wrist he had slit. The bandages covered only a small section of Nekozawa's whole arm, exposing deep scars up and down, around the bandages. Kyouya traced each scar and wondered if all these were because of him, too. All those times, Nekozawa had cut only deep enough to feel the pain, but never enough to kill him. As he finished tracing the last scar he heard Nekozawa mumble, “Kyouya,” as a tear escaped his eyes.
Kyouya followed the tear to the boy's slightly open mouth. Suddenly, he was hit with the fire inside him once again and started to breathe harder than before. Kyouya turned away, trying to control these foreign urges. As he glanced back he decided to give in and stood up to barricade anyone from entering. Carefully he loosened Nekozawa's straps to make room, but only enough to prevent him from bringing his hands together. Slowly, he crawled next to Nekozawa's restrained body and laid down next to him. Kyouya stared at Nekozawa's serene face until he finally fell asleep himself and as he drifted to sleep the fire inside him died down as he placed a hand on the sleeping boy's chest.
Later that night, Nekozawa awoke to the darkness he had been accustomed to. “Where am I,” he said as he tried to move.
“What the - !”
Nekozawa started trying to wiggle out of his restraints, waking the sleeping Kyouya.
“Nh . . . what. . .THE HELL, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT WAKING ME UP!”
Kyouya, not being a happy riser as everyone knew, started yelling at the source that disturbed his precious sleep. Nekozawa blinked, “Kyouya?”
Kyouya suddenly remembered where he was, trying to calm himself down as he felt the body next to him moving around.
“Wh . . .what, where am I? Is that you Kyouya?”
Kyouya got off the bed to go open the room's curtains and in doing so, shined moonlight in the room. Nekozawa saw it was Kyouya and turned away and trying to escape those torture some chains. Gradually, Nekozawa started to remember his suicide attempt, but nothing else beyond that. He didn't know why Kyouya was here, why he was restrained, or where he was, but somehow he felt that all this was because Kyouya had saved his life.
Just as Nekozawa was finishing his thoughts, he felt the straps on his wrists release, but before he could even move Kyouya pinned Nekozawa's wrists above his head with one hand and sat on top of him, leaning with the other. “K-K-Kyo - ”
Nekozawa was interrupted by soft lips pressed firmly against his own as Kyouya forced his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Kyouya started to feel the fire once again and his breathing became hard as he tried to keep his tongue in Nekozawa's mouth for as long as possible. Unable to hold his breath any longer, Kyouya broke the kiss, panting as Nekozawa looked up with half closed eyes.
Kyouya smirked, “In your confession, you asked me to be your `Prince of Darkness', is that what you still want?”
Kyouya looked down to find a flushed, panting, Nekozawa. With his free hand he caressed the blissful boy's cheek, bringing it up to remove a dark-haired wig. Nekozawa's blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight as strands fell on his blushing face. Continuing to smirk Kyouya bent down to kiss Nekozawa's neck and, in doing so, bit tenderly at his nape. Nekozawa let out a gasp as he tilted his head, exposing more flesh to Kyouya as he started to pant and moan in pleasure. “Nekozawa, is this want you want.”
A long silence passed before Nekozawa managed to speak, “. . . I don't. . .”
Kyouya stopped his attack on Nekozawa's tender neck and looked up into those deep blue eyes.
“I don't want you to feel obligated. I can't live, later, knowing that you'll have only done this because of my suicide attempt and not real love.”
Kyouya could see his eyes welling up with tears as he rejected his dream coming true; cutting himself emotionally, rather than physically.
“I don't want you to do this and then, later, leave me alone in the darkness once again. Don't worry, I won't try killing myself again,” he cried as he tried to get free from Kyouya's grasp. Kyouya softened his gaze, tightened his grasp around Nekozawa's wrists (making the boy cry out from his wound), and put his mouth near his ear to whisper, “I'm not doing this out of obligation, you idiot. I'm doing this because . . . I've found something besides money to love. I've found a complete, an utter, idiot who would love me enough to kill themselves. Telling me that I can trust you won't break my heart . . . you've made be fall for you, Nekozawa.”
Kyouya's hot breathe in Nekozawa's ear made the young boy shiver as he heard Kyouya's words of confession, “I love you . . . Nekozawa. Will you please, just let me have you? Let me be your Prince of Darkness”
Nekozawa could hear Kyouya panting hard as the boy pinning him down started to tremble uncontrollable. He could tell Kyouya need to relieve himself of his, newly found, pent up love. Kyouya's body was getting warmer against his thin hospital gown and he could feel his need grinding into his own.
“Kyouya, promise me you won't leave me,” Nekozawa whispered, giving the shadow king permission to have his body.
“I promise you, Nekozawa.”
Luckily, Kyouya had requested a fresh set of clothes be brought to him from home in order to maintain the Ootori image because among the garments was a tie. Kyouya swiftly pulled the tie off and bound Nekozawa's hands to the top railing of the bed. With his now free hands, Kyouya reached under Nekozawa to untie his gown. He could feel Kyouya's slender fingers caress his back, causing him to blush from the dark lord's hands and his heart to beat out of control as he realized how close Kyouya was to seeing his naked body.
Suddenly, Nekozawa's heart monitor started beeping faster and faster. Kyouya panicked, fearing that he would be caught doing this forbidden deed. Kyouya removed his hands from Nekozawa's back letting out a heavy breathe, “We can't do this here, not with your heart rate being watched.”
Kyouya, still needing a release, untied Nekozawa only to strap him back into the hospital bed. He carefully got off Nekozawa and unbarricaded the door. Kyouya could feel the fire inside burning more than ever before and his breathing harder by the minute. Trembling, he managed to stumble into the patient bathroom, clicking the lock in order to take care of his unsatisfied needs. Nekozawa could only stare helplessly at where his prince of darkness had disappeared to as he drifted to sleep remembering the feel of Kyouya's touch.