This is my first fanfic, please be kind. I hope to update more as and when i can, but please don't be too harsh (haha). This is Kaoru x Hikaru and Tamaki x Kyoya. I honestly couldn't tell you where it's going, and I'm really sorry about any gramatical errors or spelling mistakes. Please enjoy, and review!

Kaoru

We had always been different to others, but that was okay. So long as we understood one another, it just didn't matter.

One entity, two minds.

We both know that the one that is not me is Hikaru, and the one that is not Hikaru is me. We acknowledge that we need one another to function, yet I need him more.

But he does not understand what I harbour within me. He doesn't understand just how deeply I'm bound to our moments of forbidden touching in front of the customers. That every night, I'm kept awake by the thoughts of him touching me more, loving me more, fulfilling me more.

I like to think that I'm more mature; he lashes out and doesn't think fully before he speaks, but I'm no better. My rage is all on the inside, pent up and delirious. The way his hand brushed Haruhi's when they both moved to open the door, his arm around some stupid girl who doesn't matter, or his sideways glances to the boss when he thinks that I'm not looking.

Hikaru is mine. Why can't he see that I'm the only one that he is allowed to think about in that manner?

We are brothers - moreover, we are twins. My feelings for him are forbidden, yet I cannot help myself. Tamaki and the others think that it is just some plot to interest the girls, but I could not care less about their whimsical fantasies.

I want Hikaru. Alone, ravished, willing.

I want to feel every inch of his body close to mine, but I cannot tell him. I know that he knows, I see it in the way that he looks at me from time to time. The 'should I say something?' look. I don't mind that I'm a coward, and that I'm too scared to tell him. I'll show him soon enough.

I have been awake for over an hour, watching as his bare chest rises and falls to the sounds of his breathing. The contours of his skin are defined by the shadows of our room. The sun light is only just breaking over the horizon, sending orange light across his perfect skin. His face looks so peaceful. His lips are parted slightly, and I can feel his warm breath on my shoulder. He is sleeping on his back, facing me as I face him. His orange hair cascades over the pillows in short waves, it's orange colour unique only to him and myself. His creamy skin is disturbed along his cheek bones. There, lay a slight flush of pink, as though he is feeling shy and embarrassed. He begins to stir in his dreams, and as he exhales, he speaks dreamily; "Kaoru… I love you, please just hold me for now". I reach across to him, and pull his face close to mine. Brushing my fingers through his hair and winding my other arm around his waist, I kiss his forehead softly. I begin drifting to sleep, holding my brother close to me, dreaming of him telling me that he loves me, over and over.

Tamaki

"Oh, my dear love. Your eyes are as vibrant as a rainbow after an autumn shower. I only wish that it could be autumn forever, so that I could see your eyes this way every day". I have to admit that I, the Lord of this Club, am incredibly good at what I do. I mean every single word that I say, but there is no rule which states that I must have the customer in mind. No, with each syllable that I breath, my mind is filled with images of my Kyoya.

The Kyoya that only I truly know.

I steal a glance at him, only to find that he is looking at me too. I spin away quickly, reeling. In order to regain control, I grasp the girl's hand and proceed to spin her around, dancing to 'the tune of our ever lasting love'. One must always make the best of a situation. Because he had caught me looking, I had consequently turned a deep shade of red. To this lady, I only looked flushed with my want to spend time with her. But it is not so. I, the lord of this Club, am incredibly good at what I do, and what I do is allow many ladies to believe that I love them, when in fact, I love only one person.

Once I had successfully whisked the maiden off of her feet, Kyoya interrupted to inform me that he wanted to speak with me after Club hours, alone. About the accounts, he said. Oh god, oh god, oh god. What if I messed up, and he found out about how I felt? He would then surely cut off all ties. Would it end the Host Club? WOULD HIS FATHERS COMPANY DISSOLVE BUSINESS WITH MY FATHER'S? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GRANDMOTHER WOULD SURELY HATE ME MORE!

"Hey, boss, why are you sitting in the corner now? Isn't it a little dramatic of you? What, did Mother scold you for being so silly all of the time?" Kaoru and Hikaru spoke in unison, double the impact. "NO! Don't be stupid, I was just.. never mind." I floundered for an excuse, they could never know. I would never hear the end of it.

Haruhi walked past, looking as nonchalant as ever. This was my escape. "Haruhiiiiii, Daddy bought you a lovely new dress. Would you wear it for him?" I flipped my hair and looked deep into her eyes. She looked back at me coldly. "You are not my father, and who do you think I am? I'M NOT WEARING THAT THING!" she screamed at me, and walked away to talk to Kasanoda-kun. She carried a wedgewood tea set on a tray, filled with black tea.

Why is my little girl going through a rebellious stage?

"MOMMYYYYY! HARUHI IS GOING THROUGH A REBELLIOUS STAGE! SHE YELLED AT ME!" I roared, diving toward my perfect Kyoya, grasping him around the waist from behind. It was so hard to act normally (at least, normal in the Host's terms) when I could smell his expensive cologne, feel his rippling muscles through the uniform that he wore. He hitched up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, which he'd done habitually since… well, since I told him that they made him look cute.

Why was that?

I was lost in the warmth of this embrace, too much so to realise that I was holding on much longer than socially accepted between friends. He turned his head slightly, and our lips were mere inches apart. If I just tilted my head and moved in a little further, then I would feel his sweet, plump lips against mine.

With a start, I jumped backward, realising the ludicrous nature of my thoughts. Upon doing so, I tripped over one of the many couches which were set out for the guests, falling onto it, my legs propped up in the air against the arm of the seat. My face started to burn, and I could feel that I was blushing hard. Kyoya turned slowly, licking his deep red lips, and sauntered towards me, hips swaying hypnotically.

He stopped as he reached the arm of the couch, standing between my legs. My blush increased tenfold, and the others began to gather and whisper in the corner. I didn't care. He leaned slowly over my body, his hair brushing past my face as he whispered "Tamaki, I seem to have made you somewhat flustered. I wonder why that is? Don't forget our meeting." He spoke with an edge to his voice, amused. As if I was missing a joke. I found nothing about this funny. My breath escaped in heated gasps, my chest felt as though it was exploding. He reached out his hand, and pulled me up, into his arms. The embrace was momentary, but it enveloped me in happiness.

He returned to his mysterious black book, scribbling furiously as he often did. I yearned to know what it contained, but he guarded it so closely.

For the first time in my life, I couldn't wait for the Club activities to finish for the night.