Author's Note: WOAH! My first Ouran fic! This is a situation to be celebrated! A quick one shot I scribbled out while contemplating why something so wrong is soooooo delicious.
Egoism:
Noun
The ethical belief that self-interest is the just and proper motive for all human conduct.
There was a certain level of egoism involved, a fact which they acknowledged, despite their customers' blissful ignorance of it.
It was almost painfully conceited, the way they enjoyed each other, identical skin sliding against its partner, identical amber eyes hooded in identical, lustful stares. Matching hands twisted in soft, wild hair as two sets of matching lips pressed together in a room matching another just down the hallway; aside from the pristine, untouched bed and the gathering dust. Their rooms were not identical in patterns of use.
They themselves were identical, but only to an extent.
Kaoru was softer, warmer. Hikaru burned to touch.
Kaoru's moans were hushed, fearful. Hikaru's were bold, excited, boastful even.
There was a certain level of egoism involved, yes.
But they preferred to believe they were simply fortunate enough to be the mirror image of the one they loved.