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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Haninozuka_Mitsukuni/Morinozuka_Takashi
  Character:
      Haninozuka_Mitsukuni, Morinozuka_Takashi, Fujioka_Haruhi, Suoh_Tamaki,
      Hitachiin_Hikaru, Hitachiin_Kaoru, Ootori_Kyouya
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Punishment, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Biting, Blood, Painplay, Consensual, it's_all_consentual,
      Love, honey_fucked_up, PWP, all_of_it_pwp, whoops, sorry_-_Freeform, pain
      pills, Alcohol, Not_really_though, Happy_Ending, at_least_I_think_so, i'm
      awful_though, Sweet, Crying, Prostate_Massage, very_mildly_dubious
      consent
  Series:
      Part 1 of Those_Days
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-24 Words: 3933
****** Hands on the table ******
by idonthavetimeforthisship
Summary
     'Mitsukuni,' Takashi's voice was barely above a whisper. 'You
     embarrassed me in front of our guests. You deliberately disobeyed me,
     and this is your punishment. Do you understand me?'
     'Yes, Takashi’
     *this is very flawed and i am terrible with commas. whoops.*
Notes
     If you don't like filthy, bloody, incredibly descriptive, mildly non-
     con, painful, punishment sex between technically underage cousins, I
     advise you leave this page.
See the end of the work for more notes
The room was filled with gasps of surprise over the scene they'd just watched
play out. They'd seen Takashi take him by the hand and throw him to the couch
and hover protectively over him. What the crowd didn't see was how hard Takashi
now gripped his upper arm, (that would absolutely bruise,) or the pure,
unadulterated, fury in his eyes. Mitsukuni swallowed hard, eyes wide and
frightened, even as he continued to kick, flail and cry, never slipping out of
his 'Honey' persona, as Takashi gripped his chin.
Shit.
He'd fucked up.
 
Mitsukuni had known about the cavity for about a week and had been waiting for
the right time to play the card on his customers. He still hadn't decided by
this afternoon, but the decision was made for him when he'd taken a bite of
cake and he'd felt the worst stab of pain yet. He winced unable to stop
himself, and considering the timing. He was suddenly exhausted and wanted
nothing more than a strong pain pill and a long shower. He didn't think the
ladies had noticed, but he saw Takashi who, as always, had his eyes on his
cousin, stiffen. Too late now. He'd been very careful to hide it from his
Takashi, who would rush him to the dentist to get it taken care of. Mitsukuni
hated the dentist. Takashi would certainly blame himself for this, somehow and
Mitsukuni wanted to avoid turning him into the uncharacteristically dramatic
and protective martyr he tended to become when his small cousin was hurt. It
was his job to keep Mitsukuni safe after all, and that included protecting him
from from any small pain or slight inconvenience.
3...2...1...ACTION!
Mitsukuni took a large mouthful of cake, this time exaggerating the discomfort
enormously. Suddenly, his corner of the room erupted into cries of concern for
his poor tooth. He tried not to look at Takashi as he walked calmly to stand in
front of him, grab his hand and extract him from the twins and Haruhi, who were
trying, and failing, to get him to open his mouth. Above him, long fingers to
pried Mitsukuni's mouth open as he shook his head back and forth forcefully, he
knew struggling was an enormous mistake, but he tooth was beginning to hurt in
earnest now. Tamaki stood over him to peer into his mouth as well. He briefly
considered biting down as the grip on his bicep tighted further, but thought
better of it. He wasn't THAT stupid.
The cavity was confirmed and it was announced there would be no sweets in the
club until further notice. Mitsukuni let 'Honey' take over for a bit, crying,
screaming, begging them not to take his sweets away. Honestly, he was glad to
have a break from cake. It gets a little old after awhile. His feeling of
relief was very short lived as Takashi scooped him up roughly into his arms and
headed towards the large storage closet they’d turned into a lavish break room
of sorts, at the far corner of music room 3, where they kept the costumes,
booze, personal items, and an extravagant bed for Mitsukuni to take his naps.
Maybe that's all they were doing! Going to take a nap! (Nope)
 
Kyouya watched them go, studying Takashi as they passed. There was worry etched
onto every face in the room. Every face but one. Kyouya wasn't phased by
Mitsukuni's tantrum, If there was a real issue, he'd know, but he felt a little
bit uneasy. Takashi's expression, normally stoic and neutral, was just a hair
over the line towards rage. It wouldn't have been a big deal if it were anyone
else. Mitsukuni pissed him off sometimes too. Kyouya had known the two for
almost a decade, and he'd only seen that stone exterior slip a few times.. He'd
seen small smiles, he'd seen relief, he'd seen anger, and once, only once, he'd
seen him cry. He'd never seen him angry with Mitsukuni. frustrated, or
exasperated maybe, but NEVER angry. Hell, he'd watched the tall boy beat people
senseless in kendo tournaments, or for even the smallest indiscretions or
insults towards his fellow hosts. But he'd never seemed to feel anything one
way or another. So, naturally, he was a little bit concerned. It seemed
different this time. it had been anyone but Mitsukuni in his presence, Kyouya
may have worried, but the sweet, child-like Honey could certainly hold his own
against anyone...Kyouya snapped himself out of this train of thought, feeling
immediately guilty for even letting that cross his mind. Takashi was probably
just very concerned and Kyouya had mistaken his anguish for anger. (He wasn't.)
But, frankly, that was none of his damn business. He watched the room settle
back down and got back to work, ignoring the odd twinge in his gut.
Takashi pushed the door closed with his foot and dumped Mitsukuni from his
arms. His quick reflexes allowed him to twist in the air and land crouched, one
hand and both feet on the ground. Takashi regarded him in silence as he rose to
his feet. "That was a very big mistake, Mitsukuni." he lowered his eyes in
shame, trying to avoid the cold, dark eyes on him. "Takashi, I..." the small
boy started, ready to grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, but he was
abruptly cut off as large hands rested on his shoulders and spun him to face
the large wooden desk Kauro occasionally used to make alterations to outfits
and shoved him forward. He stumbled forward and put his hands out to stop
himself from running into it. "Hands on the table." He rested his palms on the
dark, smooth, wood and tried to fight his instincts to turn and shove him back.
A lifetime of training fought this submission, it took every ounce of his self
control to stays still. that was the only part of martial arts he'd ever
struggled with.
Unlike Takashi, who could stay in a meditative pose for hours. He was the
picture of strength and self control. Absolutely beautiful. But, true to form,
when he let that slip he was a remarkably different person and very few people
ever saw that side of him. He'd let his guard down with Kyouya in the past.
Just the tiniest bit. But things were different with Mitsukuni. He was still
very quiet, but sweet and gentle when the situation called for it. He'd hold
Mitsukuni closely, kiss him gently, run his fingers through his hair. He'd make
love to him slowly and passionately. But he had his days.
Sometimes Kendo practice was frustrating, sometimes Tamaki, or the twins would
be particularly obnoxious, and that little thread would snap. Mitsukuni only
knew when it had been one of those days when Takashi would clench and unclench
his fists slowly on the car ride home.
Mitsukuni had developed a little bit of a Pavlovian response to that, something
between lust and fear. On those days, they'd get home and head straight to the
guest house around the back where Takashi stayed, even though the rest of his
family had moved away. He'd told them he was staying to finish school.
They'd push through the doors, Takashi dragging the smaller boy by the wrist at
this point. The door would slam closed and Takashi's hands would be on him
before he had the chance to put down his bag. Takashi would drag him to the
bedroom and shove him onto the bed. He would quickly remove his clothes while
Takashi watched dispassionately. He would fumble with with the buttons on his
shirt and pants in his haste and always felt embarrassed by his own
awkwardness. On those days there would be no kisses.
Takashi needed to blow off steam and feel in control again. Cruelly fucking
'Honey' out of Mitsukuni and watching that tiny piece of innocence he carefully
put on display every day, shatter.It was a hell of a way to get that control
back. The first time he'd done this was the first time he'd seen that look on
the blonde boy's face. The one that, shamefully, filled his head many times
when he would masturbate, Mitsukuni had been afraid of him. Not the sweet
little Honey who screamed when he saw a spider. Mitsukuni. Who could kick the
shit out of men three times his size without breaking a sweat. Who would demand
and take such a pounding that Takashi worried about breaking him. Who would
moan as teeth broke his skin and would lick the blood from your lips. That fear
in his eyes was a high he'd never imagined possible. He knew he was awful, but
that little spark of fear turned out to be the best way he was able to keep
Mitsukuni in line, and God knows he needed a handler. That’s how he justified
it sometimes.
Takashi would slowly approach him until his pelvis was face height as Mitsukuni
sat on the edge of the bed. He'd pop the buttons open and pull himself out,
placing his hand on the smaller boys head and pulled him forward. By this time
Mitsukuni would have already wet his lips and gotten ready to take him in.
Takashi would use his mouth for several minutes, until his eyes began to water
and his jaw began to ache, before pulling out and gesturing to the head of the
bed. Mitsukuni would obediently crawl up to the pillows and grip the headboard
as his cousin grabbed the lube from the bedside table. The cap would pop open
and closed a few seconds later. He would breathe deeply and will himself to
relax. The hand on his back was the only warning of two fingers entering him.
Takashi quickly moved his fingers in and out and held onto his left hip to keep
him still. A third finger would be added and once he was satisfied with the
amount of lubrication, another click of the bottle and Takashi's slick heat
would be shoved inside him. He'd grab a fistful of hair and groan as the
smaller boy cried out and tightened around him. He would fuck him roughly and
mercilessly.
Takashi was not nice on days like those.
Although he'd never admit it on those days, Mitsukuni was terrified of him. He
never had been before.
 
SO, he left his palms flat on the wood and took a few deep, shaky, breaths.
Fighting back only made it worse, he'd been there. Other than his father,
Takashi was the only person who could take him down. And hold him there. He
knew if he made a move he would be bent over this table with his arm twisted
behind his back, screaming into a huge huge hand. So he breathed.
Takashi glanced at Mitsukuni, propped on his elbows, head hanging down. He was
caught between a smirk and a sob, realizing his cousin thought he was going to
do this while he was ALREADY in pain. where's the fun in that?
Takashi walked around the room, turning lights off as he went. The harsh
florescents flickered out and the only light came from a small table lamp
behind them. The pounding in his head eased slightly. He'd all but forgotten it
was there but was starting to inch back in as some of the adrenaline wore off.
He heard the refrigerator open and close and the distinctive rattling of a pill
bottle...what? His heart began to race again as he heard soft steps approaching
him. An impossibly large hand came to rest on his shoulder, wrapping hooking
impossibly long fingers around his collarbone and pulling him back to standing.
He realized he'd dropped to his elbows. He straightened up, slightly dizzy,
headache in full force. He'd never had a cavity before, but he didn't think
they'd hurt this much. Even with his heightened pain tolerance, it was AWFUL.
Mitsukuni was not ready for what was about to happen. He was never exactly
ready, but this was different. An arm moved around him, setting a bottle of
water on the table, pulling it away and brought a small white pill between two
fingers. Vicodin. Thank god for Kyouya and his migraines. He immediately opened
his mouth to let Takashi place the small, bitter, pill on his tongue and waited
for the water to be put to his lips. The moment the pill went down he felt
immensely relieved. The pain would stop soon. He heard a scraping sound and let
himself be gently lowered into a chair.
"Time."
Whispered the soft voice behind him, and he let himself go as limp as Usa-Chan
as strong hands maneuvered him until he was cradled back into Takashi's arms.
Moments later, he was lowered onto the soft bed against the far wall. He curled
into a tight ball, eyes clenched shut against the pounding in his head. A
gentle hand touched his hair, gently rubbing his sensitive scalp. The hand
moved down to softly rub the muscles in his neck, and lower still to massage
the knots from his shoulders. Time passed and he felt a warm buzz cloud his
mind and slowly relieve the pain in his head and tension in his muscles. The
mattress shifted as Takashi stood. He heard the fridge open and close again,
and the gentle sound of the cabinet doing the same. Another pill? he didn't
need it...a few moments and the mattress depressed again. He was gently rolled
onto his back. he looked up into the dark, kind, eyes of the man he loved so
dearly. The man who fiercely loved him back. He shyly smiled his gratitude,
chastising himself for ever thinking he'd be hurt. Not like that, anyways.
Takashi looked down into his lap and the sound of a cap being unscrewed from a
glass bottle reached his ears. Mitsukuni pushed himself up slowly as Takashi
took a long swig from a bottle of very expensive looking liquor. He didn't know
any French so he only knew the liquid was a dark, golden brown. Probably
bourbon, that's Tamaki's favorite. Mitsukuni took the bottle from him and took
a long swig, enjoying the secondary buzz, the rich spicy taste, and the warmth
in this chest The bottle was passed between them one more time and Takashi
smiled gently as he closed the bottle and sat it on the bed beside him. Takashi
leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against Mitsukuni's lips. He returned it
immediately.
The larger boy licked gently at his lips before pushing his tongue into
Mitsukuni's mouth as he parted his lips compliantly and groaned as it brushed
against his own. Takashi pulled back suddenly. His eyes no longer sweet and
gentle, but cold and determined.. Mitsukuni knew this was coming, and knew he
deserved it. That didn’t stop his stomach clenching painfully in anticipation.
They both knew he loved this.
Takashi looked pointedly at the table and Mitsukuni slid off the bed and walked
shakily back to the table. The buzz in his head was a welcome distraction. He
placed his hands back where they'd been before and took deep breaths as he felt
Takashi approach him. A hand ran down his spine and reached around to unbutton
his pants. He heard the buckle of his belt hit the floor and his breaths become
more and more shallow. He closed his eyes tightly as Takashi's hands ran over
the newly exposed skin.
'Time.'
'Mitsukuni,' Takashi's voice was barely above a whisper. 'You embarrassed me in
front of our guests and the other hosts. You deliberately disobeyed me, and
this is your punishment. Do you understand me?'
'Yes, Takashi’
Takashi moved his right hand to Mitsukuni's face, and placed his left hand on
the table next to his cousin's. He touched his index and middle fingers to
Mitsukuni's lips. He parted them and tried not to moan as warm fingers touched
his tongue. He sucked on them obediently, he didn't need direction anymore. He
made sure they were as wet as possible, for his own comfort. Takashi hummed
approvingly and pulled them out abruptly. Spit dripped down Mitsukuni's chin,
but he knew better than to reach up to wipe it away. He knew better than to
move his hands from the table. He sucked in a breath when Takashi began gently
rubbing his entrance with small teasing circles. He relaxed as best he could,
but still gasped as two fingers were shoved inside him. He had no time to
adjust before a voice growled in his ear 'Move.' He ignored the discomfort and
began to move his hips, fucking himself on Takashi's fingers. 'Faster.' It
didn't hurt, but he felt hot tears run down his face. This was humiliating and
he knew how he must look, and he lowered his head, trying to stifle his
pathetic sounds as he felt Takashi's fingers shift inside him as his next
thrust made the long fingers brush his prostate. He cried out and the hand next
to his moved to quickly cover his mouth, fingers carefully avoiding the spot
that rubbed against his sore tooth. Takashi shifted to pin him against the
table with his hips and roughly moved his fingers in and out for a few moments
before pressing them all the way in to massage that sensitive spot inside of
him much, much, harder than The blonde boy would have liked. His tears were
flowing in earnest now, it was agonizing. His body shook with sobs as the
pressure increased. He was as hard as he’d ever been, He couldn’t help the
small thrusts of his hips, desperate for just a tiny bit of friction. It was
humiliating.
He was going to come, but wasn’t ready to give Takashi the pleasure of making
it happen so soon, He tried to will it away, but it was too much.His fingers
scrambled for purchase on the smooth wood, some way to anchor himself. He could
hear the pathetic sounds he was making but couldn’t seem to stop. Two of
Takashi's fingers pushed into his mouth, at the same time a thigh was forced
between his shaking legs, pressing up and giving him something to grind down
on. All the while, Takashi relentlessly massaged that tiny bundle of
nerves...and this is where he really, really fucked up. Frustrated, writhing
pathetically, long gone. Without thinking, he bit down on Takashi’s fingers.
Hard.
Apparently he was that stupid, after all.
Hot blood coated his tongue and dripped down his chin as Takashi ripped his
fingers out of his mouth and ass at the same time. There was no further
movement behind him and the gravity of his mistake began to sink in 'Takashi!
I'm so sorry, oh-' but he was cut off as his unwounded fingers wound themselves
into his hair and yanked his head back sharply as his mouth was covered again,
smearing more blood across his lips. 'Shut. The fuck. Up.' Takashi rarely
cursed, but when he did, it meant something.
'If you wanted to play like that, all you had to do was ask.'
His blood ran cold as the body behind him pulled away. His tears ran streaks
through the blood smeared on his face and he tried to calm himself as he heard
Takashi spit into his hand.
Fuck.
He heard the familiar, slick sound of a wet hand on a hard dick.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Without warning he was repositioned slightly on the table as Takashi forced his
way into him. He focused on staying quiet as he was fucked mercilessly. There
was a sharp pain as Takashi ripped his shirt down his shoulder and bit down,
harder than he could ever recall him doing, onto the sensitive skin. Blood ran
down his back, ( He was going to have to throw out this shirt) as the hand
clamped down on his mouth once more. As the thrusts became more erratic
Mitsukuni dug his fingernails into the wood as rough fingers wrapped around his
cock.
'Apologize,' hissed a warm breath in his ear and the hand moved from his mouth
to press against his throat threateningly. 'Takashi, I'm so sorry! I’m sorry I
embarrassed you, I’ll never do it again, I swear!’ The thrusts got harder and
less controlled, the hand tightened painfully on his cock,
'Come for me, Mitsukuni.’
And he did. Hard.
One more thrust and he felt Takashi spill inside him as he dropped his head to
kiss the back of the smaller boy’s neck
'Mitsukuni, I love you so much.'
‘I love you too, Takashi.’
They spent a few moments in their post orgasmic bliss , before the larger boy
pulled out suddenly, pulling him onto his feet and spun Mitsukuni abruptly
before kissing him him quickly on lips before shoving him to the floor. He
landed on his hands and knees and looked up at Takashi. He was buttoning up his
trousers, lips and chin stained with blood. He'd removed his shirt at some
point. He looked down at Mitsukuni, impassive as always, and bent down to pick
up his shirt before heading to the bathroom. Mitsukuni sat back on his heels
continuing to prop himself up on his hands until he heard the bathroom door
open and watched from the corner of his eye as Takashi brushed past him and
pushed open the door leading to music room three.
He wondered if it was obvious, if anyone could tell, but he doubted it. His
'cousin' always did clean up well.
After a few minutes, he pushed himself to his feet, sore and sticky, and
stumbled to the bathroom. On the counter was a clean uniform, two washcloths,
one fluffy town, a first aid kit, a glass of water, and 2 more small white
pills. With a smile on his face, he gratefully as he washed both pills down
with a long swig of water. He examined himself in the mirror. He looked like a
murder victim, pale and bloody in the harsh light. He stripped down and turned
on the shower and stepped into the warm water. and cleaned himself off as best
as he could, winching as the hot water ran over the sore spots. He watched in
fascination as blood swirled down the drain. He got out and toweled himself
off. He dropped the towel inspected his body in the mirror. Bruises were
blossoming on his arms and torso. He bandaged his shoulder and slipped into his
fresh clothes. Besides his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and messy hair, he
looked about the same as always. If anything, he looked like someone who's been
crying over a cavity and a missed dessert. If they only knew. He spent a few
minutes preparing to be Honey again.
He smiled at his childlike appearance once more before heading towards the
door. Feeling a dull sting with every step he took.
Mitsukuni pushed open the doors to Music Room Thee and stepped out. He was
greeted with screams of delight and tears of relief at his reappearance. He let
himself be swept back to his usual table by his adoring fans and he was Honey
once again. He winced as he sat down and glanced over at Takashi. He was Mori
again, quiet and gentle. He gave Mitsukuni his usual small nod. no one else saw
the fire in his eyes, the smug, teasing, ghost of a smile that told him this
‘conversation’ certainly wasn’t over.
God, he loved that man.
End Notes
     I enjoyed writing this, so if you want a sequel, I'll do it!
     **update, I got a little carried away and wrote this from Takashi's
     point of view. Is that too pointlessly similar?
     I gave him a very vulgar inner monolog**
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