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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Hitachiin_Hikaru/Hitachiin_Kaoru
  Character:
      Hitachiin_Hikaru, Hitachiin_Kaoru, Morinozuka_Takashi, Haninozuka
      Mitsukuni, Ootori_Kyouya, Fujioka_Haruhi, Suoh_Tamaki
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Twincest, Frottage, Sex_Toys, Oral_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      Boys_Kissing, Rough_Kissing, ugh_idek_i'm_going_to_special_hell_for_this
      sob
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-10 Words: 1887
****** because I want it all (it started out with a kiss) ******
by Rivers
Summary
     The Hitachiin twins never seem to have a moment alone.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
   1.        Mori
It wasn’t a conscious decision. At least, not the type that required talking.
They’d been considered one entity since before either of them could remember;
sometimes, conversation just felt excessive.
Their fingers are entwined, palms cool and dry against each others’, life line
to life line. Hikaru leans forward until they’re inches apart and breathing the
same air, and Kaoru takes the rest and presses against Hikaru. Their eyes drift
into slits, feeling the softness of their lips. The only sound is the rustling
of their uniforms and the quiet gasps of their breathing.
Hikaru nibbles at Kaoru’s lower lip, his hands moving to cup the back of
Kaoru’s neck, and in return he feel hands sliding down his back and holding his
hips in place; he licks into Kaoru’s mouth and lets himself get lost in the
smell and feel of him, the swaying of their bodies as they give and take as
natural as the tide –
“Oh.”
They break apart and find Mori’s dark eyes level with theirs, mouth slightly
open. He closes it, opens again, and presses his lips together.
“Can we help you, Mori-senpai?” Kaoru says, his nonchalant smile somewhat
forced as Hikaru stares back boredly.
Mori looks at each of them in turn, shakes his head, flushes ever-so-subtly,
and shuts the door.
“Ne, he was wearing his kendo uniform, wasn’t he? Was he looking for a place to
practice alone?” Kaoru looks at his brother, who shrugs and tugs Kaoru back
into his arms.
They’re both lounging in a comfortable state of dishevelledness when he returns
for his bamboo sword. 
 
   1.        Honey
They don’t have gym class. Instead, Ouran is outfitted with state-of-the-art
physical training facilities, which students could take advantage of at their
leisure. And when you’re as affluent and young as they are, leisure is
abundant.
 “Hi- Hikaru,” Kaoru whispers, fingers tightening on Hikaru’s shoulder. “I
can’t – it’s too hot –“
Hikaru blows across Kaoru’s neck, earning a shiver and a cry as he slides
against wet skin.
“Shall we stop, then?”
“Hrgh – no – “
The sauna is empty, as it should be past midnight. They had deliberately waited
until the last person left the Olympic-standard swimming pool before indulging
themselves.
Steam rises up from the floor, condensing on the ceiling. The small room is
like a sound amplifier, making each slick sound more apparent than the next as
they share the heat and sweat.
Hikaru’s hand reaches down to pull the fabric of Kaoru’s swim shorts down his
thighs, and Kaoru returns the favour, slightly light-headed and fumbling. He
whimpers when Hikaru lines them up and rocks a long, luxurious trail up his
body, and down again.
“Not – not going to last if you do that– “
 “Hi -  Hikaru!”
 The note of alarm in Kaoru’s voice makes him look up toward the glass panel of
the door.
 Honey-senpai is staring at them, dripping wet and with a towel hung across his
small shoulders.
They stare at each other for a long moment.
 Honey simply shrugs, then, and offers a sly smile that looks completely
incongruent on his shouta-face.
 “Oh my god,” Kaoru whispers, listening to the padding footsteps fade. His face
twitches, either from embarrassment or heat, he couldn’t know. He makes the
mistake of meeting Hikaru’s eyes, and they both burst into laughter.
 
   1.        Kyouya
 
It’s the usual host meeting on a Wednesday, and there is a general haze of
boredom on campus, coupled with a stifling heat that heralds an oncoming
thunderstorm. It practically makes you itch to do something reckless. 
Hikaru watches as the regulars file in, laughing and chattering, and shifts
subtly in his seat.
Next to him, Kaoru offers a bright smile to the girl who has requested their
companionship, and pulls out her chair with effortless grace and gallantry. He
shoots Hikaru a knowing grin as he slides into place beside him, enjoying the
way he jumps as he places one hand lightly on Hikaru’s knee.
“How’ve you been,  Aoi-chan?”
The conversation flows easily, though Hikaru’s silence grows more conspicuous
by the minute.
 “ – Are you feeling alright, Hikaru-san?” the girl asks timidly. Kaoru turns
to see Hikaru’s pale face, sweating slightly, and the way he’s crossed his legs
under the table.
“I’m – I’m fine,” Hikaru says, his smile somewhat strained.
Kaoru presses the Up button a few more times in his pocket.
Hikaru cries out and pitches forward into the table.
“Oh, no. Hikaru, are you alright?” Kaoru turns his concerned-brother act to
full volume, the hypocrite. “It must be the heat! I’m so sorry, I’ll just have
to take him to our room for a lie-down.” He slides an arm under Hikaru’s and
drags him to his feet.
 Hikaru feels the object shift inside him and lets out a low moan, which is
fortunately covered by the girls squealing and giggling at the show of
“brotherly affection”. Everyone else seems to be minding their own business. He
sags a little from relief and stress, looking around for any sign that anybody
else has noticed. 
And meets Kyouya’s gaze.
It’s not a concerned gaze, or even a casual gaze. His eyes are coal-black and
calculating and  intense , like he’s x-raying Hikaru through his clothing and
analysing every jerk of his hips and hitch of his breath. Hikaru’s heart rate
ticks up a notch.
Then Kyouya raises one eyebrow, and nods toward the door.
“I hate you,” Hikaru mutters to his twin, as they make their way to the dorms.
“Love you too,” Kaoru replies.
 
   1.        Haruhi
It was going to come to this eventually, Kaoru guesses. He tries, he tries so
desperately hard to be happy for them, but as Hikaru’s fist connects with his
face, something inside him snaps and shatters into slivers of glass.
He pounces on Hikaru, knocking them both to the ground with a crash. “What do
you want?” he half-growls, half-pants into Hikaru’s ear, feeling the pain throb
and blossom on his cheekbone. Fuck, it’s going to bruise, and everyone will see
it –
Hikaru bucks and flips them over, pinning Kaoru’s hands either side of his
head. He’s breathing hard, too, and there’s a scratch on his forehead, and
another at the base of his neck, just above his collarbones. “I want you to
stop being such a fucking martyr and start  telling  me what  you  want.”
Kaoru looks straight into his brother’s eyes, swallows, and says, “I just want
you to be happy. And Haruhi makes you happy –“
“Haruhi isn’t you,” Hikaru yells, “don’t you see?”
“No, frankly, I don’t,” Kaoru yells back, “why won’t you just accept that you
want her? Is this some kind of game to you? We can never be you and her, this
thing we have, it’s not even –” he stops. The  real  hangs in the air between
them, poisonous and saturated.  
“Is that what you think?” Hikaru asks, quiet.
He lowers his body and hooks his feet around Kaoru’s calves: limb to limb, face
to face. They’re so close, like carbon copies, completely similar and yet
completely separate.
“Wha – What are you doing?”
Hikaru kisses him, harsh and fast and full of teeth and tongue, and Kaoru lets
him for a moment before raking his nails viciously down his back, feeling the
raised welts with the tips of his fingers afterwards, the way Hikaru shudders
and breathes  fuck .
“What are we to you, Hikaru?” Kaoru says, and he sounds so tired and so kind,
like he’s ready to simply release his hold on everything and walk away, even
though it may kill him. Hikaru isn’t going to let that happen.
He kisses Kaoru again, sweeps a hand up under his shirt and over one nipple,
and revels in the light gasp.
“We’re real,” he says. “We’re solid. We’re real.”
“What about Haruhi?”
Hikaru exhales in staccato. “I have you. And I’m not the one she wants.” He
kisses Kaoru again, gentle but insistent. “To me, we’re all that’s real.”
Kaoru’s blinks rapidly and smiles, knowing they’re both hurting the same way, a
good way, a way that means they still matter, even though they may grow older
and the world will intrude on them always.
Hikaru noses at Kaoru’s neck and licks a crease there, tasting salt and skin.
His other hand reaches down, but stops short of the waistband. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Haruhi carefully closes the door and steps lightly down the hallway.
Beside them, Kaoru’s phone blinks a message: “1 missed call, Fujioka Haruhi.”
 
   1.        Tamaki
They wake up during summer vacation in their own double bed at home, as always.
“Nrgh - what time is it?” Hikaru asks sleepily, hugging the blankets closer to
his body.
Kaoru roots for his cell phone with one eye shut, finally catching it before it
falls off the bedside drawers. “Seven fifty-five.”
“’S too early – I want to sleep – “
“We agreed to meet dono at eight thirty. For the,” he pauses, yawns, and scoots
back into Hikaru’s bedsheet-wrinkled arms, “the commoner’s fashion parade.”
“Mmm,” Hikaru says, already half-asleep again, his embrace loose around Kaoru’s
waist.
“Hikaru,” Kaoru says, fondly exasperated, “Hikaru, we need to shower. And
change. And get to the venue on time – “ He turns to find Hikaru’s blissful,
sleeping face and shifts to shake Hikaru’s shoulders, and – something – brushes
against his thigh.
An insidious idea occurs to him.
A few minutes later, a hand comes to grasp at his hair, as he licks his way
decadently up Hikaru’s cock. He feels the thigh muscles tensing, and allows
Hikaru to thrust up, savouring the way it fills his mouth and leaves a vaguely
bitter aftertaste.
He pulls off, grinning at the whimper, and touches the tightly furled hole,
lightly, a mere suggestion.
“Yes,” Hikaru says feverently.
 Kaoru works in one finger – dry – and laves the glans thoroughly with his
tongue while he reaches for the familiar place he knows would make Hikaru
thrash and curse.
“Oh – more, Kaoru,” Hikaru cries out, his grip tightening.  
Kaoru emerges from under the blankets and offers his hand to Hikaru, who
obligingly takes two fingers into his mouth and tongues at them, while Kaoru
jerks him at an agonising pace.
“I like you when you’re insatiable,” Kaoru says, “I like it when you take me
inside you all the way and still ask for more.”
Hikaru’s reply is garbled, but the moan gets the message across. A hand comes
up and squeezes Kaoru’s cock, making him gasp and laugh.
“Okay, then,” he says, withdrawing his fingers from Hikaru and drawing a wet
line down his torso. He writhes beautifully on penetration and screams even
better as Kaoru rubs and taps against his prostate mercilessly.
“I’m – gonna – “
Something warm wet hits Kaoru’s chin just as the door flies open.
“Hikaru! Kaoru! I know I said to wait at the venue, but our car was passing by
anyway and –“
Two redheads swivel around simultaneously to look at the frozen figure of
Tamaki at the doorway.
“Sir, we asked you to wait in the lobby,” says the voice of their long-
suffering maids.
Tamaki is rapidly turning tomato-red. “I’m – I’m – you and him – “
Kaoru sighs. “Would you mind closing the door, please?”
“You think he’ll be alright?” Hikaru says as the door slams shut.
Kaoru thinks about it. “He’ll come around,” he says at last.
After all, there’ll be everyone else to help him along, too.
End Notes
     It took a while to decide to post this because 1/ my fics are all
     over the place fandom-wise... really need to write more than one in
     each fandom /o\; and 2/I would never ever endorse incest IRL but
     these twins - just -
     /deep breath/
     Anyway. I hope you liked this. And many apologies if this doesn't
     really measure up to your expectations and/or it's too short, I'm
     actually just coming out of a deep writing funk and am due to fly out
     for a con tomorrow morning.
     I hope you're happy, Mel.
     All comments are deeply appreciated. Please do come and find me on
     twitter or tumblr :)
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