Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ The Only One ❯ The Only One ( Chapter 1 )

"Here," I tell her. "Don't do it like that." I push her hand lower, lower, even lower. Lower until it reaches a place only I knew, before now. "Yeah, like that."

 

"Oh." Her eyes are so beautiful. I can see little golden speckles in those eyes, when she opens them up so wide. "I didn't know boys liked to be touched there?"

 

"All the time." Hikaru smiles back at me. I don't have to see it; I know he is. "She's so damn honest, brother."

 

"Be nice, for your own sake." I told him, earlier. Not that it would do any good.... that idiot.

 

No. I can't be thinking about that, now. No. Not when Haruhi is laying naked between us. Like we always talked about, always dreamt about, always wanted. Ever since she came between us, there's nothing we've wanted more than to be this way with her.

 

The only one we ever wanted. The only one, outside of ourselves, that is. Because we love Haruhi, Hikaru and I. And we love loving her. This feeling is so strong and new. It's a tidal wave, and she's drowned us in all this wanting...

 

"Ah..."

 

"Hikaru?"

 

I can see him, now. Not with my eyes; but with my heart. With love. She's holding him, rubbing him. "Be gentle." I guide her with my own hands. I know the way. How many times had we laid down together? Touching each other- mirror selves who know the other as well as he knows his own soul? To touch him is touching myself. To touch myself is to be him and know I am never alone. Never. Never, ever. And now? To love is to love with him and to love her is to give her to him with these hands.

 

"Ah..."

 

He can see stars when he's touched, there. I know, because I can feel it, too.

 

"Hikaru..." It's her voice and my heart.

 

We move, again. We accommodate the tug of sex. The throb in our bodies, the wet feel between her legs, the smile in her eyes that I see in his, in mine.

 

I don't even have to see to know they are smiling.

 

I don't know who is in her. It doesn't matter which of us. Which of him. Which of me. It is so good to feel her voice cry and slide over our sweating, slick bodies as we all roll together, all three of us. I can't tell the difference- there is no me, no him, no her. There is no here, no now. It is all one, all happening, all exploding.

 

"Kauro..." Then she takes my face in her hands and gives me myself. My name. My body. My end. I come in that sound. I come and become one person.

 

They are smiling down at me, laughing at this naked mess we've made... the three of us.