A/N: Written as part of the 17fragments challenge on LJ. It's open to all fandoms and I suggest checking it out if you're interested. This is fragment 6; "I'll be your love suicide."
Warnings: Twincest-y.
The Last Kiss
by Shimegami-chan
He doesn't understand why his brother would disagree with him over something like this.
"This is the last time," Kaoru gasps out against his ear, breath hot and vocal chords rumbling enticingly against the muscles in Hikaru's neck. "We have to stop this."
Hikaru doesn't answer because he knows it isn't true. The first time was supposed to be the last time and since then there have been one, two, ten, twenty, a hundred million last kisses. The truth is that he doesn't want to stop; is past caring what parents or their peers think. Why does it matter, he wonders, when nobody liked them in the first place?
But Kaoru is too cautious and worries for some reason about the family name, about what The Outside World would think and about the consequences once they are past this initial thoughtless, graceless courtship. Hikaru doesn't really care who Mother expects him to marry or who will "officially" control the Hitachiin resources. Never for a moment has he imagined doing so without his twin and doesn't intend to. That's a betrayal of the worst kind, and he has a hard enough time thinking when Kaoru's mouth is not pressed feverishly against his and their hands are fisted into opposite blue uniform jackets and bright red hair.
Hikaru wants to give up the ghost, especially to the rest of the Host Club, who can't possibly be naive enough not to see what's happening right in front of their faces. What he would really like would be to tell the world, because the whispers of the ignorant are far easier for him to deal with than the D-class girls who cluster around them sometimes, the kinds of girls who would take one twin or the other without playing the game. Half the time he senses their eyes on him and knows that the rest of the time they must be looking at Kaoru instead, like vultures over a piece of meat, ready to strike. These girls are neither Host Club guests nor classmates; they do not know the first thing about the twins, nor are they interested in seeing past handsome faces and the promise of money, and it makes Hikaru's blood boil.
His hands clutch Kaoru possessively, hard enough to bruise, and Kaoru is used to this even if he doesn't always understand why. "I don't want to."
"I'm not worth it." Beneath the surface: This isn't worth it. It stings Hikaru knowing that his brother would hang back so hesitantly when he wants to dive headlong into this chasm and fall until no one can reach them again. "Hikaru, we can't keep doing this. This is the last..."
"I know, I know," he growls into the kiss, biting back words until they are bitter in his throat. "The last time."
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