Hi everyone, Pandora here. Believe me when I say it all goes downhill from here. That being said, I hope you enjoy.
Hikaru's on her before she even shuts the New York hotel suite door, spinning her around to stopper her lips with his own. She steps back and lets the door click shut as he pushes her against it, kissing her deeply and hastily. His hands move from her shoulders down to grip at her waist and he groans into her mouth.
"Haruhi..."
She sighs, her heart thrumming at the need she can hear in his voice.
"Hikaru we have to get changed and go; we're meeting Kaoru for dinner soon," she says while he kisses and nips at her neck.
"We have ten minutes," he growls against her throat, one hand reaching the back of her dress to tug on the zip. "All I could think during the drive was how much I wanted to get you out of this."
Despite herself, his words (along with the feeling of his breath on her skin) send a shiver through her. There's a warmth pooling between her legs and she finds she doesn't want to ignore it.
"Well if we're getting undressed anyway..." she says and feels his answering grin on her neck. He sucks on her earlobe and she bites her lip on a moan, pulling on his tie. "We'll have to be quick though..."
"Haruhi I've been imagining doing this all afternoon," says Hikaru, unzipping her dress and pulling it off her shoulders. "I couldn't go slow if I wanted to."
She laughs and pulls him in for another kiss as her dress falls down to pool around her feet and she tosses his tie away. She unbuttons his shirt and runs her hands over his chest and stomach, dipping them into the waistband of his trousers and eliciting a moan from him. His deft fingers undo her bra and pull it off. It joins the clothes already on the floor, along with his shirt, and then he bends down to run his tongue over one nipple and draw it into his mouth. A whimper escapes Haruhi as Hikaru pinches her other nipple and she arches her back against the door. Hikaru moves lower, running his nails lightly down her sides and tugging her damp underwear off. He comes to kneel in front of her, running soft kisses down her belly while one hand goes to the back of one of her knees, pulling her leg so that her thigh rests on his shoulder.
The first lick to her cunt makes her writhe and moan, and if Hikaru wasn't holding her hips so firmly she would topple. He gives long licks to the swollen lips, dipping his tongue into her and then coming up to circle her clit. Haruhi shakes and pants, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair while her other hand forms a fist against the wood of the door. He stops to suck on her flesh, soft and wet, her head tips back and she moans, louder now. He pushes two fingers into her, pumping them in and out and feeling her clenching around them already.
"Oh my god," she groans, the words keening in her throat, feeling the tension in her curling tightly. "Hikaru..."
The thigh on Hikaru's shoulder twitches and he pushes his fingers in deeper, moving them and his tongue to make sure she rides out her orgasm. When she stops clenching he returns her to standing and gets up, pulling her to him in a kiss she tastes herself in.
Hikaru hears a crinkle of plastic and realises she's reaching into the clutch she abandoned on the side table by the door to get a condom. He grins and pulls her with him towards the bed, undoing his belt as he goes. He feels the back of his legs hit the bed and sits down, wiggling out of his trousers and underwear – just as well: things were starting to get uncomfortably tight.
Haruhi pushes him back and climbs on top of him, too impatient to open the packet with anything other than her teeth. She rolls the latex on him and then aligns his cock between her thighs before sitting down and sheathing him completely. He gasps appreciatively at the warm, tight feeling enveloping him and Haruhi starts to move, bouncing up and down and quickly settling into a steady rhythm. Hikaru's hands run up and down her thighs, settling on her hips, while Haruhi's roam his chest, her nails leaving little white trails in their wake. The room is filled with the repeated smack of flesh on flesh and pants from both of them.
"God... you look... beautiful... bouncing on me... like that," he says, sitting up and grabbing her around her waist to kiss her and thrusting with his own hips to earn a shaky moan into his mouth. She arches against him, still rocking back and forth, her breasts brushing his chest as the pitch of her moans increases.
"Hikaru..." she whimpers, and the wobble in her voice combined with the feeling of her beginning to flutter around his cock in orgasm gives him the final push over the edge, calling out her name as he comes too.
Their movements start to slow, eventually to a stop, leaving them sweaty and naked, wrapped around each other. He holds the end of the condom and she gets up off him, going into the en-suite to clean herself up. He tidies himself, and is trying to choose between two different shirts when she comes back out.
"We're late," she says, coming to stand beside him with a not-quite-reproachful expression, the illusion only ruined by the afterglow playing about her lips and sparkling in her eyes.
"Worth it," he grins, leaning down to lay a quick kiss on her forehead.
When they enter the restaurant and give their name the maître-d takes them straight over to a table, where they find Kaoru already there. He stands up to greet them with a warm smile and hugs and kisses for both. Even now, with high school and uni behind them, the twins still look almost completely alike. Their shoulders have broadened the same way, their hair grown out to a similar length, mannerisms mirrored in each other. The burnished gold of their eyes remains the same, as it always has.
"Sorry we're late," says Haruhi as they take their seats. "I really hope you weren't sitting here for long."
"Don't worry about it," said Kaoru, waving a hand cheerily. "It's fine."
"Looks like we're not that last ones here though," says Hikaru. "You said you wanted us to meet someone?"
Kaoru gives an even wider smile. "Yeah, should be here soon."
"Well, I'm going to get a drink from the bar," says Hikaru, standing up again. "Haruhi?"
"A white wine spritzer please," she says.
"Kaoru?"
"Uhh... I'm not sure. I'll come with you and see what they've got," says Kaoru, standing up too. The twins cross the restaurant to go over to the bar along one wall.
"So I don't see a ring on her yet," says Kaoru.
"No," says Hikaru. "I still haven't found the right time."
"Wow, you've been meaning to do this for, what, six months? You never take that long over anything," says Kaoru. "I'm sure she doesn't need it to be perfect, she puts up with you after all!"
Hikaru pretends to whack his brother in the back of his head. "Yeah well, even if she doesn't need it to be perfect I do," he says.
A bartender comes over and takes their drink orders; the rest of the conversation is punctuated with sounds of ice shaking in a cocktail mixer.
"But when is the perfect time?" asks Kaoru.
"I don't know, I suck at this shit," sighs Hikaru. "I feel like all the ideas I've had are really lame and not right for her."
Kaoru chuckles. "You need to stop overthinking it. You know Haruhi. Just... keep it simple and remember you've got the rest of your lives together to make things as perfect as you want."
Hikaru ponders this as they get their drinks and take them back over to the table where Haruhi still sits, only she's not alone. Sitting in the empty seat and chatting to her is a man with silky dark hair and glasses that catch the light as he inclines his head.
"Kyouya?"
Kyouya looks up at Hikaru's confused question with a pleasant smile.
"Good evening," he says, standing and shaking Hikaru's hand.
"It's good to see you again," says Hikaru as he sits down.
Kaoru, however, with a grin as wide as his own face, leans in and hugs Kyouya tightly, placing a kiss on his cheek. Kyouya responds in kind, squeezing Kaoru around his waist.
"Err..." Hikaru's brow is furrowed as he looks at the greeting. "I guess it's been a while...?"
He looks to Haruhi, who's looking back at him with a strange, tentative expression as Kaoru and Kyouya break apart and sit down.
"You're late," Kaoru admonishes Kyouya.
"How do I know you weren't early?" says Kyouya with a teasing smile.
"I told you Hikaru made the reservations for seven."
"You told me a quarter past."
"Did not!" Kaoru punches Kyouya lightly on the shoulder.
"You invited Kyouya?" asks Hikaru. "I thought you wanted to introduce us to your new girlfriend..."
Kaoru bites his lip, wearing an abashed face that Hikaru isn't used to.
"Hikaru... Kyouya is the person I wanted to introduce you to," he says slowly.
"But we already know Kyouya!" laughs Hikaru. "If you wanted us to have dinner together you could have just said; you know I'm shit at staying in touch with people myself."
"No, Hikaru..." Kaoru looks distinctly uncomfortable now.
Something finally clicks in Hikaru's mind.
"You... don't have a girlfriend, do you?" he asks.
Kaoru squirms, looking between his brother and Kyouya. "I never said anything about a girlfriend, only that I'd found someone..."
"You failed to mention that that person was Kyouya," says Hikaru.
"What's wrong with that?" asks Kaoru, seemingly emboldened by Hikaru's tone. "Yeah I could have mentioned it sooner but you don't need to act like a dick about it."
"There's nothing wrong with it," says Haruhi firmly, grabbing Hikaru's hand under the table and squeezing hard. "Is there, Hikaru?"
Hikaru turns his face to her and sees her fixing him with a hard stare that clearly says 'we will talk about this later, stop being an arse'. He bites back a retort and sighs.
"No, you're right, there's nothing wrong," he says. "I'm just... a bit surprised is all."
There's still a palpable tension in his voice and the set of his shoulders but he says nothing else for some time and busies himself with his menu. Kaoru continues to glance between the others, knowing that Hikaru is not just surprised but also not wanting to touch a nerve and cause Hikaru to explode at them all. Haruhi does her best to offer Kaoru encouraging looks while still holding Hikaru's hand and drawing soothing circles on it with her thumb. Kyouya looks disinterested in the obvious tension, almost to the point of boredom. After the waiter has come and taken their order, Haruhi clears her throat.
"So... Kyouya what are you up to now?" she asks, giving Hikaru's hand a final squeeze before letting go.
"I'm working in business and contract acquisition management for the Ootori Medical Group," he says, and they all hear the undercurrent of bitterness in his voice. Realistically he never stood a chance against Yuuichi in gaining absolute control of the company, but his determination had convinced him – and all the rest of the Host Club – that he did... Until his father had officially named Yuuichi as heir that is.
"That's really important though," says Kaoru, evidently trying to offer some comfort. "You get to do all the negotiating with other companies and stuff."
"It's not the same though, is it?" says Kyouya.
Kaoru covers Kyouya's hand with one of his own. "Hey, don't say that. Without you the company wouldn't be able to function."
Kyouya turns his face to Kaoru's, responding to Kaoru's earnest expression with a small smile. "You're probably right," he says. His gaze flicks briefly to Hikaru – who, without a menu to stare at, is taking a great interest in the cutlery on the table – before he leans in to give Kaoru a quick peck to the lips. As he draws away, he glances at Hikaru again, making the shortest moment of eye contact. Hikaru's definitely watching now, and a flush of red has begun to creep up out of his collar. Yet he says nothing, pressing his lips together in a thin line and decidedly turning his face away to look towards the bar, pretending to people-watch.
Kaoru is similarly silent and a furious shade of pink, but there's a tentative smile playing about his mouth. He covers it with his free hand and sends shy, happy glances to both Haruhi and Kyouya. Soon the waiter appears with their food and they're able to distract themselves in eating and discussing it. Haruhi is even able to coax some words out of Hikaru over the first course and eventually between her efforts and another martini, he opens up a little bit more and manages to have a semi-sensible conversation with the rest of them, though he seems to still be trying his best to ignore that Kyouya is there. Kaoru, on the other hand, spends the rest of the meal with a giddy, excited smile on his face.
Later, after Hikaru and Haruhi have returned back to the hotel suite, she goes to the mirror and starts taking off her jewellery and putting it in the box on the dressing table while Hikaru pulls off his tie.
"It was nice to see Kaoru," she says. "I know you missed him when we were away."
"Yeah," says Hikaru as he puts the tie away and starts to unbutton his shirt.
"And it was good to see Kyouya too," she says. "Unexpected but good."
"Yeah," says Hikaru, his voice much lower at the mention of Kyouya.
"I wouldn't have expected that to happen," she admits, starting to take off what little make up she put on earlier. "I'm guessing you had no idea either?"
Hikaru shakes his head and plops down onto the bed in his trousers.
They stay silent for a short while as Haruhi finishes cleaning her face and gets up from the dressing table.
"Kaoru seems really happy, you know."
Hikaru looks up and finds that she's standing in front of him, her hand going to the side of her dress to unzip it.
"Huh?" he asks.
"Kaoru. You know, your brother?" She gives him a little smile that then turns to a look of struggle. "Can you help me with this? I think the zip is stuck..."
He opens his arms towards her and she steps towards him so he can try and sort out the zip. She puts one arm around his shoulders.
"Just try not to be angry about it," she says. "I know you're not happy with Kyouya but for Kaoru's sake you need to let it go."
Hikaru sighs, still fiddling with the zip but enjoying the feeling of her hand gently massaging the back of his neck and head. "Yeah I know. Just... I really hated seeing Kyouya... touching him like that. It's... weird."
"I know," says Haruhi. "But Kaoru is happy and if Kyouya is what makes him happy then you should let them be."
Hikaru finally gets the zip free of the fabric it was caught on and pulls it down for her. Haruhi steps back and pulls the dress off, her short-bobbed hair getting mussed from the motion. She looks younger again, thinks Hikaru, especially when she shakes her fringe out of her eyes and lays the dress over the back of a sofa.
"All I'm saying is you need to relax," she says, coming to sit beside him on the bed. "They haven't even been together that long yet – who's to say they'll stay together?"
Hikaru's stomach gives a hopeful twinge. As much as he hates the idea of Kaoru being upset for any reason he really hates the way Kyouya looked at him, and the glance he shared with Kyouya just after the kiss is ingrained in his head. He can just hope that the 'relationship' (if it can charitably be called such) will end soon and Kaoru moves on from it quickly.
"You're right," he concedes, turning to look at her. "I've been a dick."
She nods. "Yep."
"Answer faster, why don't you?" he asks, but the grin on his face quickly turns into a laugh and he leans in to kiss her.
"You're amazing," he says, golden eyes tender. "And I'm sorry."
"I know," she responds with a playful smile.
Across Manhattan, in another hotel suite, Kyouya pushes Kaoru down onto a king-sized bed, pinning his arms and legs. Kaoru gasps as Kyouya's lips start running up and down his neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin.
"Ah! Don't leave a mark!" he pleads, trying to struggle free of Kyouya's hold on him and relishing the feeling of helplessness that he gets when he can't.
Kyouya pins Kaoru's hands up over his head with one of his own while his free hand unbuttons his shirt. With his chest exposed, Kaoru arches his back into Kyouya's touch, trying to get him to touch him more, move lower. Kyouya seems to read his mind: his hand drifts down and brushes the bulge in Kaoru's trousers, earning a soft moan. He catches Kaoru's bottom lip with his teeth and nibbles on it as his hand dips into the waistband of Kaoru's trousers but then it's gone again.
"Hmm... I don't know if you deserve this yet, Kaoru," he says in a low, dangerous voice and Kaoru makes a strangled, pleading noise at the sound of his name. Kyouya gets up off Kaoru, who starts to sit up, but then his hair is grabbed and he is pulled from the bed.
Kyouya sits in an armchair, depositing Kaoru on his knees at his feet.
"Show me that you deserve to come tonight."
As Kaoru unzips Kyouya's trousers and takes his cock into his mouth, he thinks fleetingly that he hopes Hikaru comes around eventually – this is too good to lose.