Hello!
Yes, I have returned, after a long hiatus and a s**tty fic, I have decided to start typing again. Huzzah!
I was very busy for a few days *cough*, weeks, *cough* , but I am back and ready to sort of amaze.:)
And yes, there WILL be a sequel!
Huzzah! ( I need to knock it off with the 'Huzzah's, I'm gonna scare the neighbors.)
Anyway, enjoy!
P.S. The Twins aren't in Host Club Mode when it comes to women in this fic, so please excuse any, ah, brash, behavior, it's just a facade, they're really gayer than fruit juice.
Many people don't know this, but having sex on a private plane is awesome.
Let me dissect this for you; having sex is great of course, and being on your own private jet means no interruptions, and the only people you have to deal with are the one flight attendant, so... I'll say it again. Having sex on a private plane is fucking awesome. Pun intended.
These were the thoughts that were sprinting through Hikaru Hitachiin's head in between his twin brother's sucking kisses, which, if you didn't know, were very distracting. Speaking of which...
Hikaru gasped as his twin sucked a well-placed hickey onto his collarbone. The latter smirked and wrapped his arms tighter around Hikaru's waist, squeezing just enough, but not quite.
"Fuck this," Hikaru muttered, and shoved Kaoru in a way that forced his back against the opposite wall, where he tackled him, running his hands up and down Kaoru's back and whispering filthy nothings in his ear and against his lips.
Suddenly, just as things started getting good, the goddamn flight attendent decided to 'get involved', and knocked on the bathroom door, causing the twins to jump apart almost guiltily. Almost.
"Uh, sirs? Is everything alright?" her trembling voice seemed obnoxiously loud over the quiet hum of the engines.
"Yes, Dolores, everything's fine," called out Hikaru, smoothing his hair in irritation, mumbling something about the, "fucking help".
Kaoru snorted, shoving the door open and straightening his suit jacket as he breezed by Dolores, who was practically seizing up in curiosity.
Hikaru noticed this, and, with a shrug, said, "we weren't fucking, if that's what you want to know."
The flight attendant squealed and scurried off to tell the pilot, who would shake his head and land the plane on the huge, black-streaked air strip in Rome.
This is the first chapter, and I'm hoping that the next one will be longer. I promise to post when I have the time, and hopefully I'll post the second chapter soon. Please read and review, I love it so. :D