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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Hitachiin_Hikaru/Hitachiin_Kaoru
  Character:
      Hitachiin_Hikaru, Hitachiin_Kaoru
  Additional Tags:
      Twincest, Twins, POV_First_Person, Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-21 Words: 1091
****** The Art of Persuasion ******
by Val_Creative
Summary
     "…if I can get your clothes off of you… will you let me go as you
     downstairs…?" Not like I have much choice. My wrists are starting to
     lose blood circulation.
Notes
     Deleted scene, set in the fifth volume of the manga.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
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"That guy Arai—he's leaving." (1)
Good riddance. The jerk.
"How about we go and apologize? Okay?" (1)
How about NOTokay, Kaoru? YOU go apologize since you want to so badly.
So what if I am acting childish? I just don't like that guy. He is trying to
steal our friends. The ones we worked hard to keep. Like Haruhi. Now I know her
true colors. She would throw us away like yesterday's garbage for this lame
guy. You are tryingto make me mad by treating me like a little kid, rubbing my
hands comfortingly and using a soft voice.
And I knowyou can see my irritated frown by the way, when you smile with the
corner of your left lip all crooked like that… I know you are pretending not to
be smug and resisting the urge to rub it in my face all because you know what
I'm thinking.
And how about you MAKEme go out there, Kaoru, freaking MAKEme…
You pause a moment to examine me on the mattress, tilting your head slightly to
the right and asking with that stupid, skeptic tone, "Is that how it is going
to be, Hikaru?"
Yes.
It is.
Kaoru, you will have to drag me there as a corpse first. And there in no way in
HELLthat I am going to let you take my clothesand parade around downstairs as
me.
But that is what you want to do, isn't it? I can tell by the obvious way you
eye my red jersey.
"Bite. Me."
And you do. On my ear, you idiot! It hurts! You already have pushed me on my
back with the sheets and have pinned my wrists down at my sides, your face
lowered into the crook of my neck, the gentle ends of your short hair prickling
the sensitive flesh there.
…must…resist…urge…to shiver…
It doesn't help that you are breathing heavily in my ear canal.
"…if I can get your clothes off of you… will you let me go as you downstairs…?"
Not like I have much choice. My wrists are starting to lose blood circulation.
You sit up between my legs, and lower your face, sadly mistaken in thinking I
don't see the smirk pulling on your allegedly 'neutral' expression. Cause I
can. I cringe a little at the sensation of something wet and moist pressing
onto my stomach, sliding up my chest as your hands work up my black muscle
shirt and jersey. I don't know whether to kick you off or hope that you realize
before it's too late that we are twins. Not lovers.
Not like that had stopped us last weekend… but it can'thappen again. I
can'tjerk off alone in the bathroom to the memory of you arching and naked on
all fours in front of me, pushing back on my cock, or sucking the come off of
my fingers like a hungry kitten. It's not just noises but how you bite too hard
and drawn blood, or how you scratch too hard and draw blood…
I'm already throbbing at the thought. You take notice of it and manage to worm
a hand underneath the lip of my jeans, leaving a squeeze promising Later
without moving your mouth from my right nipple. Your teeth mock the word before
clenching down harshly.
Wait a minute… how did both of my shirts get on the bedroom floor…?
Damn you, Kaoru… if you get my jeans…
Too late. Your hands already warm from massaging my hands and my chest have
unzipped the fly and pushed down my underwear enough to free me from the cotton
material. Too tight anyway. You lick your lips (again reminding me of a
scheming, greedy cat) and blow faintly on me, watching on satisfied as my cock
grows an angrier red. At this point I would strip youdown and have my way with
you but it's painfully distracting.
Usually you would be teasing me now about what I want you to do to me, making
me begfor it, but you are strangely silent throughout the process. You must
really want to go downstairs as 'Hikaru' and apologize to everyone for my rant.
I would have never noticed how you gradually slipped my jeans from my knees to
my ankles, dragging along my underwear, as I was being too preoccupied with
biting the knuckles hard enough to leave dents on my fist to keep from moaning
aloud (and having the noise bring some curious guest at the Karuizawa to
inspect this room).
Clumsily, I dislodge my now drooled-on fist and dig my fingers into your hair,
groaning muffled behind clamped lips as you let out an amused sigh and creep
your lips over my head, swirling your tongue rhythmically and torturing me by
swallowing, the walls of your throat pressing sweetly and thickly against my
aching cock. It would never feel as good as you in my lap panting, as I would
pump into you and graze my lips possessively over yours.
Just thinking secretly about the next opportunity, risking being caught
somewhere in the hallway at the Academy riding into you against the wall,
squirming and disheveled in my arms, the pressure of your clenching legs
wrapped around my waist as an orgasm rolls your amber eyes back…
The fantasy helps me finish with a loosened cry of effort, flushing into your
mouth and you not spilling a drop. The one that did get away I reached out
affectionately and wiped clean from your chin.
A little red in the cheeks, you smile triumphant and hold up my jeans.
"Thank you Hikaru…"
You quickly throw off your shirts and jeans, pulling on my shoes and clothes
including the black briefs (which I only find it a little weird…because it's
not like anyone is going to know what my underwear looks like and ask him to
show if the underwear was 'Hikaru's). Before running out of the bedroom door,
you kiss the middle of my forehead with noticeable approval.
Grumbling under my breath, I realize when you are gone that the bag of our
replacement clothes has gone missing and that a lone thin white blanket is all
I have to cover my freezing body trapped in air-conditioned room set
permanently on HIGH.
Torn out of the fancy blue stationary personalized to the guests and decorated
with gold curly lining from the desk, on the floor the note reads: In Laundry.
Sorry, Hika-chan.
The jerk.
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End Notes
     (1) Original dialogue from Volume 5. Belongs to Bisco Hatori.
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