A/N: Okay, I've decided to write some fics for my latest obsession: Ouran High School Host Club! Hooray! I love this anime, although I've only watched some episodes and I have fallen in L-O-V-E with the twins! They are so mischievous, cute and funny – perfect bishies x2!! Having twins is utter GENIUS. So because I love them SO MUCH, this is a fic dedicated to the troublesome two!
Warning: Yeah, implied twincest – don't like, I HIGHLY recommend you DO NOT read this!! If you do, go ahead!! XD
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine –sob- all I own is a Xanga layout featuring the twins, some fan art, and a couple of avatars featuring them, oh and a couple of screen shots of them doing their 'acts' or from that episode where they're dressed as Cheshire cats and…. Oh, I'll shut up now! X3
Additional Note: This is by far my most serious piece of writing yet; so if you're familiar with my writing; please don't be too shocked! Ja!
Best Kept Secret
Inuzuka Nin
"Excuse us, princesses! We must use the facilities!"
The girls smile and set down their cups, before permitting the two boys to leave for a few moments. The boys rise, smiling, and give a polite bow, before casually striding to the door, in sync with each other. They manage to stay at a steady pace all the way to the restroom, impish grin in its rightful place. They stride through the door, looking left and right for a presence. Finding no-one there, they turn and launch onto the other, something they've been waiting for all day. One pair of hands entangle themselves in messy light-brown locks, an identical pair resting on a slim waist. They pull away after a few moments, both wanting more. Then, as if thinking the same thing (which, incidentally they were) both advance to the same toilet stall; because no matter how rich a school is, they will always have cubicles. Once inside the small space, one hastily locks the door, before being pushed into it by the other. They engage in another kiss; this one deeper, more aggressive, and more desperate. Desperate for the other's taste; like a forbidden fruit both knew they were not allowed to indulge in, but did so nonetheless.
It is strange; one thinks, that although he is the one pressing the other against the makeshift wall, it is the other who is the first to heat things up; by undoing the first few buttons of the other's school shirt, revealing the pale collarbone identical to his own. It is even stranger; he thinks again, as he feels the other place kisses all over the bare skin, that he doesn't mind, not one bit. Because sometimes, he mentally adds; just sometimes, the 'attacker' needs attacking.
It isn't until just a few minutes later; after they finish their 'business' and return to the third music room, smiles a little bit wider and eyes a little bit brighter; that the two are truly happy. For it's their best-kept secret.
It's called twincest; get over it.