Goodnight—a HikaruKaoru drabble (slight lime;;not incest)

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Our fingers flew over the keypads, muffled tapping the only sound that broke the silence. We sat next to each other but didn't bother to converse. We were IMing Haruhi to annoy her and make things generally irritating.

Hikky: as...nice...of a conversation this has been, i think i'm going to sleep, too. x.x;
Kao: TAKE ME WITH YOU. :3
Hikky: i thought you'd never ask!
Hikky: well nobody better call us on our cells. cause. you know. we won't pick up. ;D
astrophobiac: o-o;...too much information...
Kao: maybe we should take pics for our brotherly love section!
Hikky now, Kaoru, we wouldn't want to raise our next edition's rating to explicit…
Kao: i think your right; it might be a little too much love for the world to handle.
Hikky: well, goodnight, Haru-chan! ...but i doubt it'll be as good as mine.
Kao: or mine. [: ta :3333

"Do you think Haruhi believed we're actually gonna shag?" One of Hikaru's thin eyebrows creased. I knew what he meant — anyone with common sense would've, except, of course, Haru-chan herself. For a brilliant girl, she sure is damn dense.

I shrugged and mocked my twin's lazy pose. "Nah, even Haruhi knows that it's an act. You're as good as straight and dateable to her."

"I didn't mean it like—…"

"Don't worry, I know." I avoided his hard gaze. Hikaru and I can read each other like children's books. I don't know why I didn't tell him I felt. I doubt there's anyone who's heart doesn't stop and leap viciously back into action the moment Haruhi walks into a room — with her wide, comprehending yet blind eyes analyzing her surroundings with an intelligence that held no ill intent. Of all the girls I have charmed, I've never seen one quite like her. Honey and Mori are probably the only ones who aren't intrigued by her in the same way the rest of us are.

Hikaru chewed thoughtfully on a strand of pink hair. He abruptly stood up and grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me to the expansive bed we share. I rolled my eyes in exasperation but let his warm hands clasp around the tense muscles in my neck and gently squeeze. He repeated the process down the dip in my shoulders and I braced myself. His hands constricted, prying the stiff muscles until they gave way and loosened. Fingernails danced along my collarbone, sending chills that shook every nerve in my body. His thumb pressed against my shoulder blade and his nimble fingers squeezed, pressed, dragged along my shoulders. My shirt was pulled off as casually as though Hikaru were undressing himself; which, in a sense, was true. And then he repeated the process, adding tricks for varied parts of me, until he reached my hipbones.

Soft, damp lips danced along the places he had touched me. They weren't kisses — they held no passion or seduction — but the cold and hot mix both excited and relaxed me. I imagined smaller, plumper lips landing at the hem of my jeans, then leaving with the slightest lick ­— but that hadn't happened. Hikaru had tossed me next to him, tucking me in and wrapping his arm around the small of my back. He pulled me closer, muttering mocking nonsense words like a lover. I cracked him a smile, unconsciously masking the trouble hidden beneath it. He didn't seem to notice.

Hikaru didn't notice a lot of things.

"Goonight,"

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