Author's Note:

WARNING: Sort of. This is a Boy x Boy pairing. Clearly, if you do not wish to read it, then don't! No one's forcing you.

Rated M just in case.

I don't own Ouran High and I don't own the characters.

Enjoy~ :D

"Hikaru..." His body fading into the darkness of the room. He walked closer, pushing me further against the wall. He had a gentle smile plastered on his face... but his eyes were so dark... His eyes... so beautiful.

My back touched the rough wall, and I knew I could run no longer. His hand trapped mine effortlessly, using his free one to slam against the wall, purposely startling me. I tried struggling. Was there any point? I knew I couldn't get free. If only I had bigger hands...

He leaned in closer... Do I even want to know what he's planning? I shut my eyes tightly, expecting the worse. I flinched as I felt his warm breath on my neck. He was drawing near-I could feel it!

But, what could he possibly do in this situation? I felt a deep regret for angering him just before. If only I hadn't stayed with Haruhi and went home with Hikaru like he had wanted... after all, he does like her, doesn't he?

It made me a bit upset, thinking about my twin's love, so I decided to focus on the current predicament at hand. My thoughts swirled around in my head endlessly, messily, mercilessly, looking for an escape, idea, anything to get me out of here. I watched as he leaned in closer, closer, until-

A kiss. What? What? He moved away for a moment to watch my facial expression. My eyes wide, confusion reflected back at him. My ever changing emotions continued to amuse him as a smirk found its way onto his lips. His soft... warm lips... I wonder... what if he were to take it a bit further... what would it feel like to have those desirable lips exploring my body... No! What am I thinking? He's my brother, my twin, for God's sake! But... still...

He moved in closer once more, and I hastily shut my eyes, my cheeks burning. He let go of my hands. Then, nothing. Unconsciously, I let out a small whine. I opened my eyes, only to shut them again. I slowly glanced around, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light. I stared at the only other person in the room. My mind was discombobulated... again. It was then I realized the stiffness and increasing heat in my pants. I blushed a deep red, and my brother smirked once more. He put his hand under my chin, whispering in my ear.

My cheeks turned ten shades darker and he strolled out the door. I clenched my fists. "What the hell!" I yelled into the empty space. I fell onto the bed, wondering what to do about the erection my pants just had to hold.

Unable to bear it, I started unbuttoning my rather caustic jeans. Following my usual procedure, I remembered Hikaru's voice, picturing his hands were mine, feeling his breath on my neck, I shuddered. After becoming fully undressed, he started stroking my member. Heart racing, breath hard, chest pounding, I—he stroked faster. "H-Hikaru," I breathed.

"Kaoru" His whisper in my ears making it all the more erotic.

"Pleeaase..." I begged the lust filled air.

My eyes, glued shut, I didn't want to see his amusement, but more than that, I didn't want to see him not there.

I took a breath full of the pillow I stole from my love's room; the pillow filled with his scent. "H-Hikaru!" I screamed and emptied my seed all over the freshly cleaned sheets.

I shifted to lie on my back, silence surrounding me, filling my ears. Thinking back to his words, I wondered how to make them true: "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to continue? You'll have to earn that."

Was this my punishment?

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