Hikaru stared up at the ceiling. Why didn't I come up with a better excuse? Now things will probably be really awkward and I bet he hates me right now. He probably would have lain there worrying if he hadn't heard the soft sound of crying coming from the bathroom. Hikaru felt guilt rip through him, Kaoru was crying, and it was his fault. Hikaru swung out of bed and stood up in one decisive motion. I'm probably the last person he wants to see, he realized, but that's not going to stop me from checking up on him. He opened the door slowly, glad that it wasn't locked, to the sight of Kaoru staring at the mirror. Hikaru focused his attention on the reflection, watched the tears falling, one after the other, till he could stand it no longer. He slowly wrapped his arms around Kaoru, giving him every chance to move away and fully expecting him to do so. Instead Kaoru turned and buried his head into Hikaru's shoulder. As Hikaru held him closer, an expression of pain ran across his face. Who knew it could hurt so much to love? Kaoru's arms slipped around Hikaru's neck and he pressed his face into the crook of his neck. Hikaru gasped slightly than smiled bitterly at what the mirror showed him. Well, aren't we a fine couple, he thought sarcastically.
Kaoru was sick of it. He was sick of being in love with his brother, his twin. He was sick of the lust that mingled with guilt. He was sick of the fucking pain. He raised his head from Hikaru's neck, still crying, and stared at him.
"Just hormones?" he chuckled, harshly. "Just fucking hormones?" Hikaru stared at him in surprise.
"You're, you're swearing." He said dumbly. Kaoru ignored him.
"I'll tell you about fucking hormones, Hikaru, Hormones, is wanting to jump you every fucking night. Hormones, is being unable to get you out of my head. Hormones, is wanting you every minute of every day. Hormones, is wanting to screw the act, to make it real. I understand fucking hormones. But here's the difference between your hormones and mine."
"Kaoru…" Hikaru said softly.
"The difference, brother," Kaoru continued, consequences be dammed. "is that I don't just want to screw you, and believe me, I want to do that too, I want to stare into your eyes for hours on end. I want to trace your features until their imprinted in my fingertips." Kaoru laughed again, a tad hysterical. "Get this, I fucking want to watch you sleep. And you know what? I have. And that's all I really needed until today, when, for just a moment, I thought the feeling might be mutual, only to find out, that while I'm in love, you're just fucking horny!" Kaoru finished dramatically, out of breath and crying. Hikaru stared at him for a few second while Kaoru glaring defiantly back, before kissing him.
"I love you," Hikaru whispered, "and right now, I don't care about anything else."
The End
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This has been my first story that is over one chapter long. Aren't you proud of me? Proud enough, per chance, to review? Please?