When we got back to the room and closed the door behind us, I pinned Kaoru against the wall, anxiety suddenly running through my veins. Was this really the right thing to do without talking first? What if this was considered taking advantage of him? What if he hated me? What if—? He seemed pretty pliant now, while I was grinding against him and leaving marks on his neck, claiming him, but that could just be his lust.

Then again, I knew my twin well enough — despite his recent actions confusing me — to know he wouldn't do something like this without wanting to. He wasn't like me and didn't do things impulsively. He'd regret it for ages and never let himself forget it. He was a martyr like that, even though he didn't know it. So, with the intention of still ravaging him in my mind, I pulled away, a little amused when he whimpered in protest.

I took a deep breath and met his identical eyes, amazed that we could actually look the same. We had always been different. We were two sides of a coin. And that's why we were perfect for each other. That thought alone took my breath away, because I finally realized it, finally admitted it. We were perfect together, as Hikaru and Kaoru. As Hitachiins, brothers, twins, lovers. Judgments be damned; I didn't care what the world thought.

I didn't care what anyone thought except my other half. He was the only one that mattered. Well, being less dramatic, I did care what a few certain people thought, but I trusted our friends enough to hope that they would accept us as we were. Even if they were a little.. disturbed. And if they didn't accept us? I still had my twin.

All of that settled, what was left was Kaoru.

Who was now looking at me curiously and a little fearfully, probably aware of the confrontation I was about to start. He spoke, his words quiet, a whisper, a plead, begging;

"Don't."

"Why not?"

"It's not right," He shook his head, his face still flushed with arousal, and wouldn't meet my eyes. Those few words tore at me, but I wasn't backing down.

"Who says?" I challenged, because if anyone was going to try to take my twin away from me they'd have to deal with me first. That counted for Kaoru, too, as he was trying to pull himself away from me. As naive and slow to catch onto things as I was, I felt kind of stupid for just barely noticing all of this.

No wonder Haruhi had been mad at us both.

No wonder Tamaki, the idiot, had been worried.

They knew. They knew before either of us did. Well... They knew before I did. Kaoru probably knew all along. Or at least I was hoping he did, because why else would he have done all of this? My eyes were suddenly hard and my grip on him tightened, angry and just as frightened as he seemed to be. I didn't want him to leave me. I didn't want him to push me away. I just wanted him, I wanted him, I wanted him. Damn it, why was it taking me this long to get hold of the resolve I normally always had?

That didn't need to be answered. I knew why. I had always had my resolve because I had always had Kaoru by my side. With him not there I hadn't known what to do. He was my resolve. I had been lost. And even though he was fighting it now, he was by my side, in my arms, mine.

I asked the question again, pressing, my tone hard enough to make him flinch — something I instantly regretted despite my frustration, "Who says?"

"You."

"When?"

He has no answer to that. Because I've never said anything of the sort. I'd never say that. I'd never see anything wrong with being with Kaoru, my literal other half. I'd never question it. Though it had taken me ages to realize how intense this all was, I wouldn't have cared.

Stupid, thoughtful, Kaoru, though, had thought about it all. He had considered my feelings — did he have feelings of his own? Surely all of this meant he did, right? — and he had thought I would push him away because of them. And to defend himself, to defend me also, he had done the pushing himself. My naive twin brother was too thoughtful. He was too considerate. And that's why I loved him. He was Kaoru. My Kaoru. Mine.

"Don't you see?" My words were a whisper, and I rested my head on his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. "I love you, Kaoru."

His own breath left him, and instead of freezing or retaliating like earlier, he simply shook. And it was only when I looked up that I realized he was crying. I smiled weakly and brushed my lips against his face, wiping away his tears. Then I kissed him, this time without the hard lust from earlier. He needed to know this was real.

I needed to know this was real.

Was it really okay now?

Was it alright?

The kiss started out without lust, I'm certain of that. With his lips against mine, though, and the heat from earlier still pulsing through me, I couldn't help myself. And things just sort of happened. We stumbled toward the bed and, since I was closest, my knees gave out against the mattress, Kaoru falling down on top of me. Not for long, however. I rolled us over, devouring his lips, his taste, him. He really was mine. I wasn't letting him escape.

I pushed at his shirt distractedly, too lazy to actually pull it off. So instead my hands wondered down, under his waistline and into his pants, brushing against his already half-hard erection.

My lips pulled away and I smirked for a split second, eyes roaming his expression hungrily. My Kaoru was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. He was better than any of the porn him and I had ever watched when we were curious; he was better than any fantasies I'd ever had; he was better than everyone and everything else. He was Kaoru and I was Hikaru, and we were the Hitachiin twins — we completed each other.

My thumb rubbed against the head of his length playfully, and me attacking his lips again was all it took for him to become completely hard, completely lost in the emotion. All it took for me was hearing him moan. Which he did. A lot. Though he was trying to hold it in, I could tell, being the naive little brother he is. I chuckled against his lips and pulled my hand out of his pants, grinding my heat against his own. My breath caught, my eyes lidded, and when I focused again I noticed Kaoru's dazed eyes trained on me, his mouth open, attempting to catch his breath.

And he whispered between broken breaths, his words catching when I'd suddenly move against him, causing deliciously satisfying friction, managing to get his words out somehow, anyways.

"I love you, too. I love you, Hikaru. I love you."

That was all I needed to hear. With that, all my control was gone. Kaoru was the reason behind every thing, the reason why I move, breathed, and the reason why I couldn't think.

Best of all?

He was mine.