Warning: Twincest/Partial Lemon (NO FLAMES)

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This is a remake of a story from my old account, so don't think I copied from someone else. It's mine. Stay calm and remember to breathe, people. anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter One

Summer. It was coming to a final closing and nobody was looking forward to it. School was back in session that day and only the smart teens had kept up their sleep schedule. The Hitachiin twins were not in this group--- every night they stayed up 'til three and woke up at noon. Now their Mother was getting them back into schedule by forcing them to return to school the first day (what a stickler!) and it was going to be Hell in the mansion.

In trotted two twin-maids, chipper and cheerful, one pulling the sheets off the conjoined twins, the other unveiling the sunlight from the drafty blinds. They giggled, chirping that it was time to get up. The only echoing response was the mumbling of the twins in unison. Suddenly, their eyes snapped open and they peeled themselves off each other and pretended to have been on opposite sides of the bed the whole time.

"Hikaru-kun!" cried one twin servant giddily.

"Kaoru-kun!" cried the other.

Despite their only clothing being a thin layer of boxers, the maids asked no questions. Their embarrassment rushed to their reddening cheeks and they quickly shooed the maids from the room before bursting out into a fit of giggles. It was a habit of Kaoru's to climb into his brother's bed in the middle of the night, whether out of simply loneliness or a bad dream. He was the softer one who cried more easily… but he was a lot smarter than Hikaru, who was tough-headed and stubborn. Still, they were two peas in a pod. Actually, more like one pea split into two pods.

As pointed out from recent explanations, Kaoru was more clumsy and softer and made more mistakes… One example of this was the fact that he currently couldn't even get a shirt over his head. They shared clothes, but kept different rooms--- Kaoru's was neat and tidy. Hikaru's, on the other hand, was scattered and cluttered. For the moment though, his brother didn't mind and simply grabbed a shirt from the floor and jammed it over his shoulders. His head was the problem, though.

Hikaru suppressed a giggle so it came out as a sort of stifled snort/chuckle. This was such a funny sight… but also a very inviting one. Biting his bottom lip in anticipation, Hikaru took advantage of the situation so beautifully laid out for him. He crawled calmly over to Kaoru and placed his fingertips playfully on his brother's chest. Slipping them down Kaoru's collar bone and over the material, he stifled another wicked giggle as he noted on his brother's shudder at such a touch. Hands finally at Kaoru's stomach, Hikaru took hold to the rim of the shirt and tugged it down so hid brother's head popped out of the proper hole.

"Such a klutz," Hikaru teased softly, tapping Kaoru's nose. He turned back to his own clothing affairs and left Kaoru blushing red as an apple, denying the sensation his brother's touch had given him.

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They arrived at their classroom five minutes late (after arguing with Mrs. Hitachiin about going to school) and, arm in arm, trotted to the back of the classroom where their chocolate-haired "male" friend sat, rolling her eyes. It was none other than Haruhi and they chortled as they cried her name. Everyone in the classroom stared back, but none from the group took any notice.

She glanced up, eyes bright as ever. She pulled a face of joy matched with a meek wave. "Kaoru, Hikaru, welcome back!" she giggled softly, stacking her books neatly. "Did you two have a good summer?"

"Yes, likewise for you, I hope?" they asked in unison, then exchanged uncomfortable glances. That wasn't planned.

"Yeah, pretty much. I just had a job at a convenience store to keep busy. I imagine-"

"FIENDS!" came a sudden dramatic cry. They didn't even turn around because they already knew. Into the classroom came charging Tamaki, who seemed to appear within an instant before Haruhi, a look of utter dismay haunting his face. He took Haruhi by the shoulders, stared at by all except for the twins, who closed their eyes in a heaving sigh. "You simply DIDN'T work, did you! You shouldn't have!" he cried, crushing her under his hug. "Haruhi-kun shouldn't HAVE to work!"

The rest of the class turned away as if not to care, while the twins found themselves chuckling at their king. At this, Tamaki glared at them, eyes demonic. "You two probably force-fed this idea of work into her mind, didn't you!" he screamed dramatically, jabbing a finger at them. He made no sense; then again, what else was new? "Ha, I knew it! Little devil types ALWAYS do that! I knew it!" He threw back his head in evil laughter and spun out of the classroom, leaving Haruhi confused, the twins rolling their eyes, and the rest of their peers staring after him in the doorway.

Haruhi chuckled nervously, then buried her head in embarrassment. How obvious the connection was between her and the King… The twins chuckled evilly and turned to their seat, hand-in-hand.

"WHY do you feel the NEED to make a scene EVERY time you enter a classroom, Hitachiin?!" the teacher howled after the ruckus simmered down. The twins chuckled and sighed in unison,

"Which one?"

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Girls chattered in the halls anxiously, their boyfriends growling under their breaths… There was an obvious buzz in the school--- Host Club was coming. All of the Hosts, arm in arm, walked to the Music Room together, as planned on the last day of school. If they did this, it would make a scene, drawing even more customers. (This was Kyoya's idea, obviously, though Haruhi did not agree with it at all.) And so it did.

When they all made it to the room, they all separated to set everything up for the first Host Club meeting of the year. Even Hikaru and Kaoru split up, seemingly to do their part evenly… Though it was truly for a different reason altogether.

Pushing discarded, plush couches to the center of the room, Hikaru glanced over at his twin, curious. For just a moment, their eyes caught each other. One pain-staking moment of contact said a thousand words… Kaoru broke the contact and averted his eyes awkwardly, pushing a coffee-table between a set of cushioned-sofas. He avoided his brother until the customers came.

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The crash shattered the chatter in the room. Everything was doused in painful silence and everyone in the entire room turned to stare at the twins. There they stood, Kaoru on his knees, cheeks as red as his hair, a mess of broken teacups and liquid on the floor before him… Hikaru bent over him, hand extended from striking his brother, face pale as an overcast sky.

The first witnesses to rush over, of course, were Tamaki and Haruhi, followed closely by some fan girls and Hunny. Mori was a figure in the background, shadowed by Kyoya, who only cared about the cost of the broken teacups.

"Kaoru! Hikaru! What happened?" Tamaki questioned, dropping to his knees, cocking his head. He was oblivious to the openly obvious situation--- Haruhi stood above him, well aware of what had just occurred, eyeing Hikaru suspiciously. She tried to force him into eye-contact, but he simply averted his eyes and stomped away from the scene.

Kaoru, on the other hand, was so deep in shock that he didn't move or speak until Host Club was over.

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The twins were on their way to enter their personal escort car when there was an anguished scream behind them. It was none other than their King, Tamaki, coming down to make the situation even worse. He was ranting and raving about something stupid--- "You idiots! You're sodding idiots! It was our first meeting of the year---our most successful, mind you!--- and you two had to go mess it up by making a big fuss over nothing!" He glared directly at Kaoru, who was still dazed and didn't hear a word of it. "You're the one who dropped it all! You-"

He was thrown to the ground by an angst Hikaru, who twitched in anger as he pressed his foot against his King's throat. "Shut up, you bastard. He didn't do anything wrong." The anger choked out between his words and Tamaki didn't dare to even blink. That… was a scary sight. Hikaru scoffed and then pushed his brother into the Limo-ish car. "Get in, Kaoru. We're going home." The instant he slammed shut the door, they sped off, away from a startled Tamaki who was growing more suspicious by the moment.

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Kaoru locked himself away in his room the instant he had the chance. He even bypassed his distracted father, his hyper maids, and even his anxious mother to just escape from reality. All he could think of doing was just dropping his bags at the door, stripping off his uniform top in the living room, and throwing himself on his soft bed, door slammed and locked behind him. He wasn't exactly strong or tough, so he couldn't stop the tears that streamed down his cheeks the instant he hit the pillow.

What a disaster. What a fucking disaster, he thought angrily. If I had just… let it be. I should've just said I was distracted… I was in a foul mood… I was upset over school… Anything! I… I just had to tell him THAT… God…

His mind flashed back to the scene in the Host Club and he couldn't help but choke on his sobs.

Kaoru flinched--- Hikaru was approaching and approaching fast. He had been carrying back the requested tea for their customers when he noticed his brother coming. He stammered on his own thoughts and got stuck trying to think of an escape plan. Before he knew it, his brother had come upon him and had a fierce look of determination in his eye. Shit. That was never a good thing, not with Hikaru.

"Uh- Um- Weren't we w-with a customer? H-Hikaru, you can't just walk off and-"

"Shut up," hissed his brother, striking a soft spot harshly inside Kaoru. No, this was definitely not a good situation. His hands shook under the tray of teacups so much that the tea shuddered within them. "You've been avoiding me all day. What the hell is up with you, Kaoru?"

He let out a nervous chuckled, trying to smile as best as he could. "Wh-What do you mean, Hikaru? I haven't been a-"

"Don't give me that shit. I know you too well. And you know very fucking well what you're doing," Hikaru growled. "I'll ask one more time--- Why the fuck are you avoiding me?"

There was a painful moment of silence between the two; the only noise reverberating was in the background, from the Hosts and their customers. Hikaru finally caught his brother's eye and his anger only intensified at Kaoru's fearful look. Finally, the meeker twin glanced away, painstakingly…

"Look, Hikaru, I… I just need some time away…" All of the courage drained out of him--- Not that he had any to begin with. He couldn't even end the sentence and Hikaru took it in the wrong way.

"Like a vacation?" Hikaru pondered, completely baffled now.

"No!" cried back his brother. A few passing customers looked back, so he lowered his voice back down to a timid mutter. "I… need time away… away from you, Hikaru…"

And, before he knew it, Kaoru was stumbling backwards and dropped the tray in shock. Hikaru had struck him.

They had fought before, but never, ever had Kaoru been struck by Hikaru. It was painful just to think of it; it was almost a traumatic experience… Every time he dared to touch the spoken cheek, Kaoru could still feel the sting inside him. Hikaru had never treated him so harshly before. They had fought and bickered an had cold-spells… But never before had anything been this... scarring! Not in the physical sense, though. I mean, there was still a small welt from the strike on Kaoru's cheek, but all of the aching was still internal. All of the pain… All of the scars…

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft creaking of the door. He turned away, towards the wall, sniffling. A few stray tears were shuffled away frantically by his brushing fingertips, so his brother would be less likely to know he had been crying… Hikaru could tell anyway. He just... Knew.

Normally, Hikaru would've beaten down the door until Kaoru let him in if they had been fighting. He was just that type of person. But this time, he simply picked the lock and slipped through the doorway, closing it behind him. Footsteps silent as the night, he gracefully made his way to the bed and sat down on it next to Kaoru's fetal figure. Kaoru tried to scoot away from his twin, but Hikaru placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder and this was enough of a shock to stop him. Hikaru was anything but gentle, so you could tell he was being serious when he turned this way.

Despite the sudden softness of his twin, Kaoru's hurt feelings still got in the way and he tensed. "Fuck off, Miein." At this, his brother flinched. Never, ever did Kaoru call him by his middle name… Unless he was seriously pissed off. Taking in a deep, long breath, Hikaru tried to control himself. But the anger gurgled up inside him and finally exploded.

"You know, just because you had to go and be a heartless little fucking bastard isn't my fault! Taking whatever type of stage you're going through out on me is not an option 'cause I am NOT going to take this shit!" Hikaru continued, words so piercing that Kaoru couldn't help but sit up. "You're so fucking selfish! You never think of me or anybody else! You go and say something as stupid as that and-"

"Why the hell do you think I need to get away from you, Hikaru?!" Kaoru suddenly spat, daringly facing his twin. Hikaru flinched not only at the sudden, out-of-character outburst, but also at the mark smeared down his brother's face. Guilt pounded through him and he had to look away. "You're horrible to me! Just listen to yourself for one second--- always cruel and cold, yelling at me constantly! Maybe it's stressful on me!"

Every word was a lie.

Every single word was a lie.

But Hikaru couldn't let himself believe this. All he knew right then was that the words struck through him like a hot stake--- he could barely breathe. Who knew… Kaoru could be so… blatant… So… hurtful… So.. Truthful. He kept his eyes on the floor, unable to meet Kaoru's. If everything his twin said was true… Then maybe being separate was a good idea. Maybe… he had been hurting his brother instead of helping him. Realization hit close to home and he clenched his fists.

Kaoru could see his words affect on Hikaru and regret flooded him. I only said this… for my own good… he thought, closing his eyes delicately. I'm being so selfish… But… I'm afraid… The waterworks were up and running again and he couldn't shut them off. His tears flowed freely from beneath his closed lids. I'm so afraid of him… Of that feeling I got from his touch… Of the way he makes me feel… Of how I feel for him… Shuddering, he tried to turn himself away, but couldn't find the strength.

How else am I supposed to react when… when I feel something so unfamiliar…

…when I feel something… that powerful… for someone I am bound at the genes with…

"This feeling of brotherhood has grown to something… something I can't handle…"

"Wh-what the hell does that mean?" Hikaru asked suddenly. Kaoru's red, swelling eyes went wide.

"Shit! Did I just- Holy shit-" Frantic and scattered, he tried to scramble off the bed. Shit! His revelation had been cleared finally in his mind, everything he felt was vivid and lucid and… God, he hadn't meant to spill it just then! He didn't want Hikaru to know!

In his attempt to flee, Hikaru grabbed his wrist and flung him back onto the bed, head colliding with the pillow. Shocked, Kaoru realized he was being straddled, pinned to the confinements of his bed, of his room when all he wanted was to get as far away from his brother as possible. No matter how much he struggled, it was hopeless. Whenever Hikaru got determined, there was no stopping him…

"What… did you mean by that, Kaoru?" Hikaru asked, face brushing against his brother's. His hot breath was intoxicating and near impossible for Kaoru to resist… "Why… can't you handle what I giving you?"

Kaoru struggled, trying to gain free reign of his own body again… But Hikaru was a machine you couldn't defend against once he got going. And he was definitely getting going.

"I… can handle… I wasn't… I can handle you, okay?" Kaoru breathed, relentless. Hikaru simply smirked and held him down, ten times stronger than Kaoru could ever wish to be.

"Really? You can handle me?" he muttered, mock-surprised.

"Yes! Now let me go!"

"Hmm," Hikaru toyed. "No." He pressed himself down against his twin, breathing sensually into his ear. He plastered himself into Kaoru's body, their separate figures becoming one. The weaker twin tried to resist even harder now, but found no hope in it. Hikaru slipped his dancing fingers up Kaoru's undershirt, trailing his belly-button and twisting himself up through the material. After tweaking with his brother's hardened nipples for a moment, giggling, he slipped the shirt over Kaoru's head. There was no longer an resistance. His mouth left a trace of kisses up his twin's chest, panting into his nipples. "I… don't think so."

Kaoru whimpered, grasping the sheets beneath himself and his brother. Why… are you doing this? His mind reeled. Why are you toying with me…? You… don't feel the same way… You can't…

"S-Stop…" Kaoru managed, panting heavily. He gasped for air, trying to restrain a moan building in his throat. Hikaru's hands were wandering and the lower they went, the harder he became. He wanted this so… so… so bad… But how could Hikaru not be simply… faking all of these emotions? "Stop it…! You don't… I know you can't…"

"Can't what…?" Hikaru genuinely asked, unsnapping his twin's pants. Kaoru writhed under his grasp, but he didn't stop. Instead, he simply just slipped his hands into the dress slacks and found Kaoru's member. With a nibble on Kaoru's chest and a tight squeeze of his member, Hikaru asked again, in a forced whisper. "Can't what, Kaoru?"

The moan finally escaped Kaoru's lips and he squirmed more vigorously. Damn it. I don't want my body to react this way…! "I know you can't… I know you don't… Ah! Stop!" Inhaling sharply at another squeeze, he waited for his body to stop convulsing and continued. "I know you don't… mean any of this… to heart… So just… stop! Unh- Stop!"

Hikaru did cease, but not because of his brother's pleads. He stopped because of his cold words. They were harsh and struck him even harder than the ones from before. "How do you know that, Koiishi?" He delicately closed his eyes and slipped his hand back into his twin's pants, but Kaoru stopped him sternly. Drawing his eyes again, Kaoru gazed right at his brother and let his panting mouth gape open.

"Wh-What did you just call me?"

He was answered by a firm kiss smack dab on the lips. He fell into it, the delight flaming up within him. He couldn't help it now--- he let all inhibitions go and gave into the fire of passion.

"I mean it… Kaoru, I love you…"

They melded together, mirror images melding together into one hot lover craze in the heat of the night.