AN: Not sure if this will be a one shot or not, we'll see.

Hikaru found himself pounding on the mammoth oak doors which barred the entrance to the Ootori mansion, demanding to see his brother Kaoru. His fists had begun to sting from the beating they received from the unyielding wood. His voice grew even louder and more insistent every time an Ootori servant politely asked him to cease his childish behavior. "Not without Kaoru!" He exclaimed. "I want my Kaoru back! I know that idiot Kyoya has him locked away somewhere, and I want him back!"

Eventually a small old man obediently opened the door, and led him through the house to a rather annoyed Kyoya. Not only was Kyoya annoyed, but he was rumpled an unkempt. Kyoya readjusted his glasses, which sat askew upon his nose, and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He then set his eyes upon Hikaru, who was slumped, hands resting upon his knees, hyperventilating, with ruddy cheeks and anger in his eyes. "I take it you've finally begun to feel the effects of that commotion on your body," Kyoya commented.

Hikaru continued to glare at Kyoya. "Where's Kaoru?"

Behind Kyoya, a bedroom door opened and Kaoru came out, shirt un-tucked and only partially buttoned. "Is that Hikaru?"

Hikaru begun to quiver uncontrollably, his gaze flickering from one boy to the other. Kaoru. Kyoya. Kaoru. Kyoya. He then marched up to Kyoya. "You'd better not take my Kaoru!"

Kyoya smirked, grabbed Hikaru's chin, and smashed his lips against Hikaru's. Hikaru brought his hands to Kyoya's chest, meaning to shove him away, but instead he found his fingers gripping Kyoya's shirt, pulling him closer. As soon as he realized this, Hikaru scuttled back, distancing himself from Kyoya. Hikaru's eyes grew wide with astonishment, and he began rubbing his lips.

Kyoya laughed.

"What was THAT for?" Hikaru gasped.

"I was curious."

"Curious? How does this curiosity involve kissing me?"

"I wanted to determine your sexual preference."

"Couldn't you just ask?"

"I wanted to know if you were as good a kisser as Kaoru."

Hikaru's eyes flashed with anger. "And?"

Kyoya's lips stretched into a cold, satisfied smile. He closed the distance between the two of them and murmured, "Better," in Hikaru's ear, before pulling Hikaru's lips to his own.

Hikaru felt himself respond to Kyoya's touch. He began kissing Kyoya back before he could fully comprehend the situation. Hikaru's thoughts began to whirl in circles. I'm not gay. I liked Haruhi. I'm not gay. I'm NOT gay. Suddenly, Hikaru bit Kyoya's lip, and shoved him backwards, towards Kaoru.

Kyoya brought his fingers to his lips and withdrew them, noticing the red stain of blood on his fingertips.

"What about Kaoru?" Hikaru shouted in Kyoya's face. "I obviously interrupted something." Hikaru gestured wildly in his twin's general direction.

Kyoya glanced at Kaoru, who had been quietly observing the scene from the doorway to Kyoya's bedroom. He arched an eyebrow. Kaoru shrugged. Kyoya returned his gaze to the baffled Hikaru. "That was then. This is now."

Hikaru gasped something intelligible and looked to his brother for help. He looked for any way to avoid the situation, but the only thing he could think of was running away, and that would make him a coward. Hikaru's world began to spin out of control. When it finally settled, he marched up to Kyoya, took hold of his shoulders, and shoved him into the wall, kissing him with ferocity.