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Yes yes and honey - snuggles honey thank you all for waiting so paciently. I know this chapter is kinda short and maybe not the best, but it is needed to solidify certain relationships and carry the story along, so read it anyways. Honey the disclaimer please.

Honey: B-chan does not in any way, shape, or form own Ouran Host Club or any of its members...she does however own Benjiro, and a hampster named Rico, and a hat with bunny ears, and banana pudding, and... mouth gets coverd by B-chan

B-chan: On with the reading.

Kaoru gasped loudly, his brain temporarily turning to mush as Benjiro kissed him. His lips were warm, warmer than Kaoru thought possible, and hard, the kind of lips meant for grounding ones thoughts. They were slightly chapped, scrapping the small redhead's lips just enough to be noticed but not all unpleasant. It was a nice kiss, but that's all it was, nice, there was none of the passion that he knew should be in a kiss. But it was contact, something the younger Hittachin had been lacking recently. So he clung to the older boy, digging his large but decidedly feminine hands through the long dark locks

"You're shaking" Benjiro said tighening his grip on the boys waist.

Kaoru stared up at him and nodded before burying his face into the white silk of the others shirt. The older boy smelled nice, like his kiss. Thinking about it there were many things that were nice about him. His dark hair, his low voice, his calming presence, these were all just nice. But Kaoru wasn't looking for nice. Not when he had lived his life with the energy and fire of Hikaru...That final thought made him feel guilty like he was cheating on the beautiful dark haired boy before him, but also his redheaded double.

"Benjiro kun...I...I" The words were on the tip of his tongue. But he wasn't sure how to voice them, or even if he wanted to. "I... I mean... this is." The warmth of the older boy penetrated his clothes, causing him to sweat again but it felt...nice. Nice to be comforted, to be protected, to be cared about. Everything that Hikaru had failed to do lately.

"Shh. Its OK, I know you don't care about me. But just give me time." The older boy whispered, his breathing ragged and his voice low and tense. "Give me the rest of the summer to make you care about me...please. At least I will be able to take your mind off of...whoever it is hurt you." Nuzzling the top of Kaoru's head one last time he let the boy go and took two steps back. "I'm not asking you to love me, but you need something more to distract you than this...Host Club" He spoke the last as little more than a sneer.

"Um...I just..." Kaoru looked up into the Amethyst depths of the others eyes. They were brilliant under the dim lighting outside maybe the only thing that wasn't just...nice. The younger Hittachin sighed and opened his mouth to reply only to be cut off by a guttural, angry, almost feral cry. "The Fu-" There was a red blur and the rustle of silk before the sharp unmistakable crack of skin hitting skin.

"HIKARU!" The younger twin yelled. "What are you doing?"

The aforementioned twin sat on top of the dark haired boy glaring down at him. "Don't. Touch. My. Brother." Anger seeping through every fiber of his being, every pore of his body, every cold word he uttered. And not so deep down, in fact just bellow the surface Kaoru swelled with joy at his older brother's possessiveness, that was until Hikaru's rage was directed towards him. "Are you trying to blow our act? Your lucky it was just me who came out and not Kyoya or our fans...or worse Tamaki.

Kaoru's heart sank like a rock, shattering like glass at the pit of his stomach. "Is that all you care about? Our act?" His voice was little more than a whisper,thick with unshed tears.

"If we get kicked out of the host club, then I wont have a chance with Haruhi."

"Oh...yeah I forgot...I'm sorry." Haruhi...Haruhi...Haruhi...That word... that name swam in his mind. She's the reason..."I'm gonna...go home, I'm not feeling very well now. Um just tell the others I got a headache..." He started towards the parking lot where their shared limo waited. As and afterthought he said over his shoulder. "Have fun with Haruhi"

Hikaru watched the retreating back of his brother. His beautiful, loving, hurt baby brother. Im sorry. He thought and he was, he was sorry that he couldn't control his feelings, he was sorry he couldn't hold his younger brother with all the love he felt, he was sorry he had said those harsh words, but most of all he was sorry that it had been that long haired jerk who had kissed his precious brother. Just then, said long haired jerk, groaned loudly in protest to having the extra weight on his chest. Scratch that the thing he was most sorry for was not killing killing the older boy.

"Hittachi san." Bejiro rasped angrily glaring up at the older red head. "I will give you five seconds to remove yourself from my person." It didn't take five seconds. In less than a heart beat Hikaru was off the older boy and heading towards the door. Feeling dirty and worse than he thought possible. This is all your fault Kaoru...If you werent so damn tempting none of this would have happend. He reached for the door, his thoughts quickly changing from remorse to anger. You couldn't stop with just tempting me... you had to make him want you as well. And whats worse? you let him touch you.

"That's the first and last time I will tolerate you touching me." A deep voice said from behind him. Hikaru turned only to stare into the cold amethyst eyes of his rival. "I understand you care for your brothers well being, and THAT is the only reason you are still able to stand." He took three steps towards the older hittachin boy. "Next time you wont be so lucky." In one swift motion the dark haired boy reached out and attacked the Brachial pressure point (upper arm) sending instantaneous waves of pain shooting through the redheads arm and shoulder. (really does hurt like a bitch if you get it right) The smaller boy cried out clutching his hurt arm.

With a small polite smile and a nod of his head the dark haired boy took his leave, feeling that his point had been made. Hikaru watched his retreating back with a murderous look.

Even after Benjiro had long disappeared the redhead stood contemplating his next choice of action. Torn between finding the dark haired stranger and killing him or going home to apologize to his beautiful brother. In the end he settled fog going back through the door, back to the welcoming smiles, back to the mind numbing music, back to oblivion. There only happiness and Haruhi's open arms awaited him.

Woot woot got it up - thank you all my readers and my reviewers... I would especially like to thank Tokyo Girl 05, it is thanks to her review that I let Hikaru have his fit of violence. I wasn't originally planning on it. Also to one of my anonymous reviewers I'm dreadfully sorry about the clicheness of Hikaru being witness to the kiss. Yes I too hate cliches...but I thought this particular one was needed in order to move things along. I would also like to tell all you angry rabid fangirls that Benjiro is not a bad guy and neither is Haruhi (though god knows I hate her). They are all just static characters that help the protagonist and antagonist move to their designated end -... thank you very much...and next chapter should be up next Sunday.