This has been edited too! It had some parts missing thanks to an accident, so here's the full chapter.

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Kyouya was engrossed with watching Kaoru sleep.

The little fluttering of eyelashes, the slightly parted lips, and the rhythmical deep breathing entranced him. The way little strands of hazel colored hair fell over his forehead, the way the dimmed lights from the ceiling gave Kaoru's skin a soft sheen.

Kyouya could almost feel his heart thumping in unison with his excited thoughts. Wait – excited? Kyouya couldn't remember when he'd felt this excited, but what the heck, as long as no one knew his secret, he could indulge in his guilty pleasure as long as he liked.

Guilty pleasure? Kyouya mused, pushing his black rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. Is that what this really is?

Watching Kaoru breathe peacefully would send ripples up and down Kyouya's spine. If he stayed in the room any longer, he'd have a headache on account of too many thoughts fizzing through his brain. As he walked to the door, Kaoru's cellphone began to ring.

Ellegarden's Stereoman played with a crash of drums and electric guitar. Over in the soft bed, Kaoru stirred with a little groan. Not wishing to wake his guest, Kyouya reached into the pocket of Kaoru's discarded pants and extracted the phone. On the widescreen, Kyouya read Hikaru's name and stared at his caller photo in disgust. The twins were flashy, but did Hikaru always have to pose half naked? Still, he continued staring at the screen. Hikaru was Kaoru's twin, so their bodies must look alike…

"You gonna answer that?" Kaoru huffed from the bed. His hair was rumpled, and he blinked blearily at Kyouya. "If it's Hikaru, just hang up. Don't wanna talk to him right now."

Kyouya almost jumped out of his skin, but he resorted to his usual Shadow King mysterious façade.

It felt mysteriously satisfying to reject Hikaru's incoming call. "I didn't mean to wake you. Dinner is ready, and I figured you might be hungry later on."

"Just so you know, you're not allowed to raid the refrigerator here; my kitchen is perfectly surrounded by security lasers at eleven sharp." Kyouya added as an afterthought.

"What do you live in, a military training school? Even the bath tub had a sensor when I tried to get in!" Kaoru groused as he sat up in bed. "I wouldn't really be surprised to know that one of your maids put it there so they could tape me in the bath."

Great idea, Kaoru, I should probably do that next time. Kyouya offered Kaoru a thin smile. "I highly doubt it; they would be fired on the spot. Every room has a surveillance camera perfectly hidden somewhere. They are so small you wouldn't even be able to find it. Hence I avoid walking around naked, even in my own room."

Kaoru stared at him in shock as a light blush crept over his cheeks. "You're kidding, right? I just waltzed around the bedroom naked before going to sleep earlier."

Falling back onto the pillows with a defeated sigh, Kaoru shook his head at Kyouya. "Great, now all your household staff must be laughing their heads off at my silly dance. You'd probably already seen it, right? That's why you just warned me about it. You big bully."

Again, Kyouya resisted the strong urge to laugh. Kaoru was so cute—No, this was not the time for those kind of … thoughts. Positioning himself on the bed, Kyouya allowed a small chuckle as he tossed the cellphone into Kaoru's hands.

"My staff does not have the authority to check the surveillance tapes without me going through them first, actually. I think you're safe for the moment, Kaoru." The raven haired male tilted his head slightly, his glasses reflecting the light from the ceiling. "Would you like to see it, then?"

Regarding him with cautious eyes, Kaoru slipped out of bed and reached for his underwear. Kyouya had the decency to look away. "I'd really rather have dinner first."

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Suou Tamaki was adjusting his tie in the mirror when his butler knocked hesitantly on his bedroom door. Impatiently, Tamaki waved him in.

"Sir, you have a visitor by the name of Hitachiin Hikaru here to see you." The butler bowed low. "His message, he prefers to talk to you himself."

"He's alone? No other twin?" Tamaki whirled around, surprise showing in his eyes. "Well, that's new. Show him in here. By the way, how do I look?"

"Extremely handsome, sir," the middle aged butler smiled. "Your tie compliments your suit very well."

"Great, thanks." Tamaki grinned and winked at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, did you hear—"

Hikaru stormed in abruptly, grabbing Tamaki by the collar rudely. "Okay, the game's up, Tamaki. Where are you hiding my brother?"

With a desperate wail, Tamaki wrenched free of Hikaru's somewhat iron grip and rushed back to the mirror to sob in disappointment over his wrinkled collar and tie. "What the hell, Hikaru?"

"I mean it, idiot. I've been looking for him all day! And what's with that ugly tie? It looks like you dressed in the dark or something." Hikaru made a face and reached out with nimble fingers to untie it. "It's freaking puke green with yellow cars on it. Have you been drinking or what? Green is so not your color."

It's more Kaoru's color.

Sullenly, Hikaru shoved the thought to the back of his mind.

Tamaki submitted to Hikaru's commanding tone and watched the older Hitachiin brother rummage through his closet in search of a better looking tie. "Kaoru, you lost him? I don't know where he is; he hasn't come to see me in a long time, anyway. In fact, I haven't seen you in a while. Where the hell have you guys been?"

"Oh, sleeping around, whatever. I mean, it's what I do," Hikaru delved deeper into the walk-in closet. His voice came out muffled. "I don't know about Kaoru; haven't talked to him for at least a week."

"Sleeping around…Oh," Tamaki nodded stupidly. "Wait, doesn't that mean you've been cheating on him? Maybe Kaoru feels-"

Hikaru came out with a white striped tie, looking triumphant. "He's my brother; he's not supposed to care. We're related, anyway, so it's not considered cheating. Those guys I play with, they're none of his business."

Tamaki allowed Hikaru to attach the tie neatly in place under his crisp white collar. "So maybe he went off in search of another guy to play with too, Hikaru. I mean, it's none of your business, either, is it?"

Hikaru bit back a retort before he could hurt Tamaki's feelings. Maybe the idiot senpai was right. "What the heck, I'm his older brother; I have the right to know. Besides, what more could he want but me?"

"You're one hell of a narcissist, you know that? And a selfish bastard to boot." Tamaki brushed Hikaru off with a muttered thank you and slid onto the edge of his bed to yank on his brown leather Armani shoes. "I don't know how Kaoru can tolerate you. You guys are totally different in my point of view. Heck, you guys don't even like eating the same things."

Plopping onto the bed beside him, Hikaru heaved a sigh. "Jeez, if you had a younger twin, you'd understand. I'm just worried about him, you know?"

He waved his cellphone dejectedly. "He wouldn't even pick up, and I called at least nine times."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"You know…" Tamaki laced up one shoe, watching Hikaru out of the corner of his eye. "I think you should let him have his own fun, Hikaru. That's the least you can do for him now, since you're always all over each other. Younger by a few minutes doesn't necessarily mean you have to wait on him hand and foot. Maybe he wants some time off from you. You can be even clingier than I can be when it comes to Kaoru."

Annoyed, Hikaru stood up and crossed his arms. "Hey! I'm not clingy, okay? I just have my reasons when he disappears without telling me where he's going. I'm the one who looked after him all these years, you know? God, sometimes I don't know whether it's right to tell you all these things or not."

Shrugging, Tamaki began lacing the other shoe. "Then don't, I'm not forcing you. Listen, I really have to attend this business dinner, so you're free to stay the night here or whatever. Just don't sleep in my bed, at least not without showering first. And don't start messing about in the garden; Dad just got it mowed today, with fresh carpet grass. Also, please try not to flirt with the maids. They're all married, except for six. But then again, they all look the same so don't bother. Goodnight."

With a sigh, Hikaru offered his cheek to be kissed and watched with a pout as Tamaki whizzed down the stairs with his briefcase. He was always on some business trip or other, working, working. Sometimes he desperately needed some time out, but Tamaki usually never gave up. Hikaru wished he could be like that, too. He just couldn't help but get bored of all the usual, droning things in life.

Sauntering over to the closet, Hikaru decided to explore Tamaki's sense of fashion and throw out everything that looked even the slightest bit ugly. He started with the puke green tie. And a pair of blue striped socks that had a red anchor embroidered on them. Next was a whole pile of gaudy colored swimming trunks.

Several hours and a nearly empty closet later, Hikaru found a little box with a pink ribbon tied around it. There was a note stuck to the side of the box, but it was all in French and he couldn't understand a word. Should he open it? Would that be too rude? Was it a gift from an admirer? If so, why did Tamaki keep it all the way inside his closet? And why was it still unopened?

Hikaru's curiosity was piqued, and his fingers nimbly tugged the pink ribbon loose. He opened the box and drew out a couple of hand cuffs, body straps and something that resembled a short whip.

"Gee, I didn't know Tamaki was into this stuff." Hikaru mused, staring at the innocent objects. He had a burning desire to try everything on.

No way, what if some maid sees me?

But if you don't try, you'll never know. His conscience chided.

It's embarrassing!

So? No one's gonna come in if you lock the door.

"What the heck, he's not home anyway."

And so the oldest Hitachiin twin slid out of his clothes and tried the cuffs on, pulling the elastic straps around his upper thighs and buckling them into place. They hugged his ass nicely. There was even a strap that went round his cock and held it upright. Well, it would be upright if it wasn't limp right now. Hikaru giggled. He was having fun.

There were two other straps that went over his nipples, with round buckles over them, complete with adjustable clips to fit them into place. Hikaru frowned. Everything felt so weird; he'd even found a bottle of blue lubricant in the box. Shrugging, he decided to continue.

Next, the hand cuffs went on, but Hikaru didn't have a place to cuff himself to. Sighing, he walked over to the bedpost and linked himself to it, figuring he should take everything off immediately. With another sigh, he thought about Kaoru and was lost in thoughts. He didn't hear the door swing open, or Tamaki's shocked gasp at seeing him tied to his bed.

"H-Hikaru, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tamaki dropped his briefcase and swallowed visibly. "You're on my bed, with those…those…"

"I didn't know you were into bondage sex toys," Hikaru replied with a sulky pout, tugging at the cuffs. "Shit, they won't come off."

Seeing the blush on Tamaki's cheeks, Hikaru motioned him over with a sly smirk. "Release me. This feels uncomfortable. I think the keys are in the box. And why are you here? You should be working or something."

"Business dinner got cancelled," Tamaki reached over and unattached Hikaru's wrists from the bedpost. They were still bound, though. "They moved it forward to a later date."

His voice was strangely husky, and his eyes had a certain glint to them.

Hikaru nodded, trying to think of more ways to tease his senpai. "Oh. Well, I guess you're gonna have to—"

He was interrupted by Tamaki slamming the door shut and locking it. "Why are you undressing? I'm in need of help here."

"Help is on the way," Tamaki grinned, loosening his tie. "Don't worry."

As sudden realization sank in, Hikaru felt weak at the knees. "Easy there, tiger. Damn, I knew this was a bad idea."

Tamaki settled on the bed and tilted his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I promise to be gentle."

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Haruhi made her way to Mitsukini's place, where she decided to drop off a strawberry chocolate cake she'd made especially for him. Technically, he wasn't her senpai anymore, since they were out of school, but old habits remained, and Haruhi knew Mitsukini loved her recipes. The maid showed her in, and brought her to Mitsukini's door.

"Please go in, Fujioka-sama."

Haruhi accepted the invitation with a happy smile and walked into the room with the box of cake. She couldn't wait to see Mitsukini. The room was sort of dark, without the lights on, but she could still make out two silhouettes on the bed. One had blond hair, but he was tall, way taller than Tamaki. Or maybe it really was Tamaki, but what on earth would he be doing here?

"Tamaki, isn't this Hunny-senpai's bedroom –!"

WHUMP!

Haruhi staggered backward; hit by the forceful impact of a thrown pillow.

"We're kinda in the middle of sex, Mori and me," said a voice laughingly. "Go away now, Haruhi-kun. Tamaki's not here."

Haruhi stumbled out of the room in a half-daze, handed the box of cake to the nearest maid and left the house, musing. Well, well, it looked like little Hunny-senpai had grown.

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Dinner was great, but Kaoru wasn't expecting dessert. His glass bowl consisted of thick mango pudding, cherries, apple slices and marshmallows all covered with chocolate fudge. Kaoru stared, and then looked uncertainly at Kyouya, who was wolfing everything down.

"I…I thought you didn't like sweet stuff, Kyouya," Kaoru said meekly, and lowered his gaze as Kyouya's cold gray eyes met his.

"Not in school. The ones in school taste terrible; they used fake chocolate sauce and cream. This is the real thing, imported from Belgium. How can you resist something like that?" Kyouya spooned some pudding into his mouth.

"Wow, I guess I don't really know you after all," Kaoru laughed, trying his first spoonful of pudding. "Hey, it actually does taste pretty good."

He felt slightly awkward around Kyouya, now that the older man knew of his relationship with Hikaru. Well, if you could call it a relationship. Kaoru wasn't sure where he stood now, with Hikaru being all … cold and plastic. They weren't as close as they used to be, not anymore.

Running a hand through his orange-brown hair, Kaoru licked at his chocolate covered spoon. A dribble of chocolate was running down the bowl of the spoon, threatening to drip on his shirt. With a slow, languid lick around the inner base of the spoon, Kaoru managed to clean it of chocolate. He also managed to make Kyouya feel slightly warmer than usual.

"I like the chocolate," Kaoru offered him a sweet smile.

Kyouya could only nod with his mouth partially open in reply.

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"Nngh," moaned Hikaru, his fingers buried in Tamaki's golden blond hair. "Ah, don't! Not there…"

"Too late," Tamaki whispered as his lips traveled down from Hikaru's navel to his erect member. "Look at you, already wet like this."

The blond grinned and blew over Hikaru, eliciting a whimper from the younger male. "You're acting like a virgin, Hikaru. Are you trying to seduce me?"

Blushing furiously, Hikaru gritted his teeth and tried pushing Tamaki away. "Just … let me go. I'm never coming here again, you pervert."

"Oh, but you're the one who put that on," Tamaki replied with a smirk, pushing Hikaru back onto the soft pillows. "And you tried to tease me."

His fingers trailed up Hikaru's thigh to his cock, where he gently pressed its tip. Hikaru's breath hitched, and he produced a low moan, hips bucking to get closer to Tamaki's warm hand. Dribbles of precome slid down Hikaru's shaft; he was that impatient.

"Not so fast, Hikaru. I intend to play with you first."

"Ah, ah," Embarrassed by the sounds he was making, Hikaru shut his eyes and focused on trying to get away. Somehow Tamaki always managed to catch him and bring him back to the bed. "Nngh, I told you not to touch me there."

"Well, if you don't want me to touch you with my hands," Tamaki lowered himself down between Hikaru's legs. "Then I guess I'll have to use my mouth, right?"

Hikaru didn't have time to protest. "Ah! Ah – !"

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