Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ The Solitary Twin ❯ Stirrings Of Jealousy ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Bisco Hatori's Ouran High School Host Club and I also do not make profit of this fic

Underlined words are for when the twins talk at the same time.

Warning: Some yaoi masturbation, long-chapter.

Chapter 4

She shouldn't have said anything when the maid sent by her mother had frantically knocked on her door,

"She's so adorable!" the unknown woman that her mother had ordered her to greet was suffocating her in a perfumed embrace.

How was it that one moment Etsu was comfortably taking a nap in her room to later end up being intoxicated by a hyper stranger that gave spontanious hugs. As soon as she had taken slow procrastinating steps to the entrance hall, a colorful fragrant blur had literally pounced on her.

Being in shock, the only change in her usually cool features was a widening of her eyes as her immobile body was squeezed in a fierce hug that had her face pressed tightly against the woman's chest. Under different circumstances she would have gone off and demanded to know who the woman was but politeness and her transformation kept her in line.

She could tell that very soon she would enter a catatonic state because of the woman's daunting enthudiasm. In England people tended to be bland, keeping a respectful arms' distance from each other; nothing as affectionate as the woman exclaiming over her looking like a little porcelain doll. Since having someone touching her with such familiarity was foreign, she didn't know how to react to the new experience. Even her own mother hadn't given her a hug... well since she could ever remember. Sayuri wasn't precisely affectionate.

Guess some people are different.

The expensive perfume the woman wore wafted up to her nostrils, giving her a light headed and disconnected feeling.

I'm going to pass out if this keeps up., her cheeks were a heightened red because of lack of oxygen. She was trying her best to not inhale the clogging designer perfume.

"Sayuri! You had never told me your daughter was so cute!"

I'm not cute., She wasn't conceited and had never cared about her looks, but she had never considered herself a 'beauty'. In her eyes, she was too pale, too skinny and her face was thin which gave her a fragile appearance. She supposed that was why the woman said she looked like a doll. Her girlish looks did come in handy at times, of course. It tended to make people think she was innocent, letting her get away with bad intentioned pranks without so much as a reprimand.

"Oh, I know! A lot of people tell me how adorable she is!" her mother's voice exclaimed from somewhere behind the woman strangling her in her arms.

That's such bullshit and she knows it., her mother wasn't precisely the type of parent that liked showing her off to her friends. The only times any of her acquaintances had seen her were during short vacation breaks and during those breaks, she hadn't even set foot in Japan. Sayuri had been understandably afraid of 'unleashing' her in front of the wealthy Japanese.

Damn it. My nap was ruined for this.

"Come here, boys! Say 'hi' to your friend!" Etsu's eyes widened more than they already were, which was a feat because her eyeballs had been almost spilling out of their sockets. "You were the ones that insisted on visiting her!"

Oh, dear GOD!, her heart began to thunder in pure terror.

Suddenly, the woman that she now suspected was Yuzuha pulled away from her and soon other arms imprisoned her.

What did I do to deserve this?! I haven't killed anyone or stolen anything! I have been a good girl!, she lied mentally. Though she had never killed anyone, she had fantasized about it like she was in that exact moment.

"Can we call you Etsu-chan?!" a dreaded chorus of male voices exclaimed as two pairs of arms wrapped around her terrified trembling form, holding her firmly in place. Like only twins could, the 'chan' was said in a perfectly syncronized mockery.

She grinded her teeth. The little monsters were not only touching her, but they were so damned close she could smell their hair gel. It was a mentally scarring experience for her, mostly because her mother and Yuzuha gushed over how cute the three of them looked together. It was obvious that she would find no help from those two.

"We were so happy when you came up to us in school to apologize for being so mean!" one of the imps hugging her side to his front, successfully pinning her arms said in a theatrical wailing tone.

With his arms locked around her shoulders, the other one chimed in,"We just had to come over to see you!"

For being so scrawny looking, the twins were quite strong. Even wiggling in their hold didn't faze them. Her molars were about to crack because of how hard she was clenching her jaw. She so desperately wanted to yell and punch them, yet had to hold back. And... she had a feeling that they were aware of that and were taking advantage of her predicament.

She cringed inwardly at feeling the cloth of their shirts rubbing against her. The unwanted hug was even more invasive and smothering than that of Yuzuha. It was like they both wanted to snap every bone of her body.

"She looks so happy with them!" what Yuzuha said was a lie. Etsu was definitely not happy. She was doing an admirable job of keeping any dislike from appearing on her face. If she didn't know any better, she'd say she looked constipated.

Were Iku and I so disorienting?, somehow the Hitachiin brothers were too similar; leading her to believe that it was years of practice that had their personalities so abnormally identical. Both her and her sister hadn't been that way. In fact, people could easily tell them apart because of how different their personalities and expressions were from each others. On the other hand, the two boys violating her 'safety zone' were too alike. It was confusing the crap out of her.

"We're going to be the best of friends!" hearing their voices declaring that so cheerfully made a chill of horror go down her spine.

"Awww...!" another chorus of feminine voices sounded out from somewhere else in the large room.

These heathens are ruining my plans!

Her eyes frantically sought those of the two older women standing at a distance from them, watching the twin's attacking her. She should have known that she was alone in this one. Both of the woman smiled fondly at her desperate horrified stare as if it were endearing. Yuzuha's smile was even wider than that of Sayuri's and more openly honest, unlike her mother's own subtly smug grin. Since it was the first time she had ever laid eyes on the fashion icon Yuzuha, she hadn't known what to expect. The woman was just... overwhelming to even look at. It was like there was a barely tapped resevoir of volatile energy inside the lovely woman that had eyes similar to that of her sons.

"We should let the children play together while I give you a tour of the house!" Sayuri said smilingly as Yuzuha nodded eagerly in agreement.

What are we...?! Pre-schoolers?!, pretrified at the thought of being left alone with the grabby twins, she opened her mouth to speak out only to have a hand cover it, stopping any words from coming out.

"Now, Etsu-chan, don't tell us that you don't want to play. That would crush us!" if she knew their freaking first names, she would say that the one that had spoken was the loud-mouthed seme that had yelled at her at the club. She'd recognize that voice anywhere. He was the one holding her arms to her sides so she couldn't squirm away.

"Yeah! After we came all this way to play with you! It's a shame we didn't bring any toys!" the one that she privately deemed as the seme's 'bitch' said dejectedly. His voice was slightly different than the other boy's, so it was easy to figure out who was who without seeing them speaking.

Say what? What the hell is this guy talking about?

"You kids be good now!" Yuzuha sang as she was lead away by Sayuri as Etsu stared after them in disbelief.

What kind of mothers are they?! Can't they see that these freaks are all over me?!, the twins didn't say anything as the two women left the room, talking animatedly among themselves. It shocked Etsu that they were so dismissive... They were either too trusting or blind about how inappropriate it was to leave a poor defenseless teenaged girl in the mercy of two teenaged boys that didn't know the meaning of 'respectable distance'.

"Alone at last..."

Her left eyebrow twitched in frustration.

"Get your fucking hands off me," the words were gritted through her teeth, her angry trembling stare staring furiously into space. Maybe if she ignored them they would go away. Unfortunately imagening being alone didn't work when being squeezed between two boys.

"Wow! That's not the proper language for a lady!" the seme exclaimed, clearly faking shock.

"Yeah, we should punish her for being so naughty!" the uke next to her, rested his chin on her shoulder with such familiarity that had her blood boil in intense dislike.

Hypocrites! I bet their mother doesn't know how they fondle each other at that club! I bet they even do each other!

"You know that you brought this on yourself, right?" confused about the seme's words, she scowled and made the mistake of looking at him as the other twin slowly removed his hand from her mouth, purposely dragging his palm over her chin in a caress.

He was smirking, but that wasn't what bugged the hell out of her. What trully irritated her was what he looked like close up.

Blasted bishounen. Heard those are quite popular here in Japan.

His skin was pale, smooth and far too flawless. It was more like the skin a girl would have. No blemishes, scars or even hints of growing facial hair. The eyes that stared at her, in spite of appearing to be smiling, gave her the suspicion that he was quite bored with what was taking place. His symetrical soft features that leaned towards androgenous instantly had him and his twin fall into the 'male subspecies' category called bishounen.

What stood out the most were his eyes. She had never seen eyes quite like his which led her to believe that they couldn't be full Japanese. Their honeyed golden hue gave him a feline appearance that was further enhanced by the overall shape of his eyes. Very much like a cat's, his eyes were tilted at the corners and she even noted that he had rather long eyelashes for being a boy.

To make matters worse, even his auburn hair, that reminded her of the brownish red color of rust was perfect. His bangs were combed in a manner that framed his already too beautiful face. Seeing him up close was like a harsh slap for her, not because she found him attractive in any way, but because it was unfair for such a pain in the ass to look so damned pretty.

Stupid boys look prettier than most girls. It isn't right.

"Did you see something you like...?" his grin widened as the question was teasingly drawn out.

Narrowing her own eyes, she arched an eyebrow at him and seeing this he blinked, momentarily confused.

"You're the asshole," his jaw dropped as she slightly turned her head to the other boy resting his chin on her shoulder, "and you're his bitch." Both of them stiffened at her words as if electrified, though they had yet to release her, the damned bastards.

I'm right, aren't I?

Seeing that they were too stunned to even move or speak, she heaved a sigh.

"Maybe I said it wrong," she said boredly, looking tiredly at the floor. "What I really meant to say that, he's the ass," her head jerked towards the uke twin, " and he's," this time her head jerked towards the seme, "the one that sticks it in." The words were spoken more for her benefit, because she really wanted  them to let go of her. Hopefully shocking the hell out them would work.

Finally, her crude insults gave some results because the boys leapt away from her as if burned by acid.

About damned time.

Not suppressing her disgusted shuddering, she took a step forward and gave an exagerated display of wiping desperately at her dress as if their close contact had tainted her. In some way they had been soiling her by putting their goddamned paws all over her person.

"She definitely can't be normal," she tensed at hearing the whisper behind her.

"It's probably because she went to an all girl school. You don't think she's like one of those girls from Lobelia, do you?"

"Maybe, because she acts like a total freak."

She honestly didn't want to show them the true dark side of her. The heathens were disrespectful enough to whisper quite loudly behind her back. They wanted her to hear what they thought of her.

Relax, Etsu..., she had already shown a smidge of her old self when she had demanded to be released. It wouldn't do her any good to really explode. Everyone that knew her well had seen her tantrums. If she showed how angry she really was, everyone in all of Japan would know because she didn't precisely hold back when mad.

Her whole body trembled as she took deep breaths to steady her nerves. Closing her eyes, she started mentally counting to a hundred as the twins continued talking just a couple of feet behind her.

When was the last time I was this pissed off?

Squaring her shoulders, she turned around. The twins didn't acknowledge her since they were too busy talking with one another.

They were standing a bit too close for being siblings. Not knowing their names because she didn't waste her time on pointless things, she guessed that the seme was the one that had his arms wrapped around the uke's waist; making both of them face each other too intimately. While in England she had seen many gay couples that had shown their affection that way and it was somewhat shocking that brothers would be so open about it. Seeing them that way made her even start to have doubts on whether or not they were in a sexual relationship.

If they really are, it's fucking disturbing. I had a twin and I could have never done anything like that with her.

"Is she looking this way?" she crossed her arms and coldly glared at them as the seme whispered that into his twin's ear.

"Yeah and she looks mad." They both appeared to be amused by her as their eyes shot her sideways glances.

"This whole pretending I don't exist nonsense is irritating me," she muttered darkly. "If you don't have anything important to say, just get the hell out of my house."

"She's actually kind of cute when she's like that, don't you think?"

It took a lot effort to not drag a hand over her face at how annoying they were.

"She's cute, but you're much cuter, Kaoru." Not only were they rude, they were narcissistic.

Bluntly dismissing her, they both snickered together, their eyes on each other once more.

The girls in Ouran have to have a shitload of neurons missing to pay money to be around these idiots.

Breathing deeply through her nose and closing her eyes tightly, she put a stop to their rude conversation.

"Would you incestous retards just tell me what the fuck you're doing here and leave?!"

Hearing no response after her heatedly spat words, she opened her eyes.

They simply stared at her as if she had just lost her mind. Their expressions were abnormally similar. The widening of eyes, the slightly opened mouths of shock. They had to have spent hours practicing how to mimick each other so flawlessly.

"My, she is full of surprises, isn't she?" the seme asked dumbly, staring at her unblinkingly.

"If you want we could get you a good therapist to take care of that," the uke said, his eyes falsely sympathetic.

Is he... Is he saying that I'm crazy?!

Panting now in outrage, her whole body as rigid as a board over what they were implying, she ground out through her teeth, "Get. The. Hell. Out of my house."

"I feel really bad for her, Hikaru!" the uke wailed looking sadly at his brother, much to her growing outrage. "She's needs help! Just look at how ill she is! It makes me so s-sad!" the boy convincingly whimpered, pretending to be truly feeling for her supposed plight.

Oh. My. GOD!

She couldn't believe this! The morons were actually verbally sparring with her and winning. Usually she was the one that had the last word in situations such a those, but the two of them were actually kicking her ass!

"Don't worry about her, Kaoru. She's just a pathetic little girl with nothing better to do than envy our love."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at that.

This is a waste of my time. I could have been sleeping this whole time instead of watching this twincest drama.

Since they were both too busy looking at each other, she did the only thing she could do to keep some of her dignity intact.

She walked out on them, not even sparring them a glance while heading to the grand staircase.

"Wait! We're not finished yet!" in spite of hearing those alarmed shouts behind her, she didn't turn around.

"Too bad because I am," with those as her last words, she left the boys and their theatrical performance. Seriously, who did they think they were dealing with? She didn't get hurt easily, though her temper was easily provoked. It was just that when it came to useless emotions, she was practically immune. If they thought they were hurting her fragile feminine sensibilites, they were dead wrong.

See? I had the last word this time.

Even though it was a cowardly victory, she felt some nervousness when leaving them... because though they hadn't spoken further, she could feel their eyes intently staring after her. The heaviness of their stares didn't go away even when she was all the way to the second floor and away from their lines of vision.

I guess this is what they call 'burning a hole on your back', huh?

***

Hikaru had gone to sleep in a bad mood. Kaoru could tell by how he kept grumbling sleepily to himself. It wasn't uncommon for his older brother to mumble incoherencies in his sleep, but this night the growling low sounds that were slightly muffled by his pillow had a noticebly angry edge.

When they had left the Sakoi mansion, they had a hard to time asimilating what had happened with Etsu. The girl, in spite of showing a fair amount of anger that belied her cold attitude, had easily deflected their attack by walking away. Judging by how she had glared at them hatefully, Kaoru was surprised she had found enough strength to end the escalating argument without so much as a twitch.

And now, he couldn't sleep because of a certain problem he'd had while at her house. A problem that he hadn't voiced to Hikaru; that had already admitted to actually hating Etsu after their exchange. He just couldn't stop thinking about it and hated how the thought kept crawling back into his head whenever he tried to close his eyes to get some very needed sleep.

It was so shameful that he was afraid of even believing it himself. The instant he had noticed the issue, he had felt sick to his stomach.

Being close to Etsu had aroused him. He tried to lamely excuse his physical reaction. Thinking that it was because he hadn't been with a girl in months or that there had been a sense of naughtiness in touching her when no one else was around. That the only times him and his brother grabbed girls like that was just for show at the club and most of the time their 'victim' was Haruhi...

Having so many people watching their every move always dampened the possability of arousal, however this time, no one else had been around to see their 'show'. When he had felt the all too familiar tightening in his pants, he had almost forgotten what they were there for. His mind had gone blank momentarily, his ears barely picking up what Etsu had been saying to Hikaru.

Upon realizing the effect the moody Etsu had on him, he had carefully kept the lower half of his body from touching her for the rest of the time they'd held onto her. It had been infuriating, because now that he thought about it, Etsu wasn't even his type.

Nothing about her drew attention and her bitter demeanor added to her unattractiveness. When he spoke of unattractiveness, he wasn't saying that she was physically ugly. Etsu's inner ugliness effortlessly dulled her dainty outward elegance. The girl was pretty, he'd give her that much credit, yet the frigid atmosphere that followed her easily intimidated anyone into not noticing that.

It's like she wants everyone to stay away.

Maybe it was her lack of response that had been a turn on. Other girls tended to blush and stammer idiotically whenever he was that close, especially when Hikaru was also involved. But not being an ordinary girl,  Etsu had just become angry, showing a side of herself he would have never expected to see.

He should have known that she was hiding something.

With only some minimal light entering the darkened bedroom, he looked down at his slumbering brother that still mumbled gibberish under his breath. He couldn't tell him about what happened. He didn't like to hide things from Hikaru, but if he were ever to find out, he wouldn't hear the end of it. Even though both of them had 'experimented' with girls in spite of being with each other, Hikaru had proven time after time to be a bit on the possessive side. Whenever he noticed that Kaoru spent too much time with a specific girl, he would moodily complain about it until he had not other choice but to end any blooming friendship.

That was one of the main reasons why he had tried to convince Hikaru to explore more. To extend beyond themselves. He loved him, that wasn't a lie, but once in a while he craved for another kind of attention. No one could compare to Hikaru in his eyes, yet he couldn't help liking to show some dominance with someone that accepted it.

It was obvious that Hikaru didn't like girls unless it was for a 'one time thing' and sadly Kaoru couldn't blame him for thinking that way. Girls were invasive and needy. They craved attention and because of craving so much attention, his and Hikaru's own relationship suffered. They simply weren't used to sharing their privacy so openly.

We shouldn't have gone to her house. Yeah, the girl is hateful and everything, but she hasn't really done anything to us other than that incident at the club. We just started trouble by trying to goad her into a fight.

And part of that 'trouble' was very prominent and pushing at the front of his sleeping pants. It made him physically ill since his own brother and lover was lying right beside him, with his back turned towards him.

He refused to think of the girl. It wasn't really her that had made him hard, or so he told himself. The only reason why he was turned on was because she was a girl. Nothing else about her had made him feel that way. Not her smell, body or ghostly pale skin. Only being her a girl had put him in that condition.

But we grabbed Haruhi today on her way out of school and nothing happened. No one else had been around when we did that.

Disliking everything that was happening to his body, he grimaced, his hips jerking under the blanket. He wasn't even trying to think anything sexual and the thing wouldn't go down even with his mind blocking out the insufferable Etsu.

Realizing that he had no other choice, he shot a glance at Hikaru that hadn't even stirred. His brother only thrashed around in the early morning hours, but during most of the night he stayed reasonably still. It would be hours before he normally shoved him out of bed.

Making a mental note to put a pillow next to the bed in case that happened again, Kaoru slowly pealed the blanket off him and got off the bed as quietly as possible, his eyes watching his brother the whole time. If Hikaru were to wake up seeing him 'taking care' of his problem in the middle of the night, questions would be asked. Uncomfortable questions that he couldn't answer.

The only sounds in the dark room was that of his brother's occasional mumblings and that of his own breathing.

This will be really quick. He won't have to know about it...

Studying his brother for a couple of moments under the moonlight entering the room, he took a deep weary breath and turned around to head over to their bathroom. Their room was big, so their bathroom was a good distance from the bed. However the high ceilings and open space sometimes made sounds echo easily, which explained why they avoided doing anything when their parents were home. Their mother was a very open minded woman, but he doubted that she would be open enough to accept exactly how intimate their relationship was. Whenever she asked them why they hadn't gotten girlfriends, he always wanted to tell her that they didn't need one because they had each other.

No one would understand what they had even if they tried. The girls at the host club fancied that they understood, yet even they wouldn't be able to handle the truth of what both he and Hikaru had.

That was what made his current problem all the more unbearable for him. Hikaru had been blunt in saying 'I'm really starting to hate that girl!' when they had gotten to their room, meaning that if he were to pursue the girl (not that he really wanted to), Hikaru would become rabid and would find it offending to what he personally thought of her.

He knew his twin better than anyone and once he started holding a grudge, there was no possibility of changing his mind. If Hikaru hated the girl, he truly hated her. He was just too stubborn to back down.

Wincing at how his erection throbbed while it mockingly swung side to side within the confines of his loose sleeping pants, he walked speedily to the dark bathroom. Entering, he didn't close the door behind him, not wanting the click of the lock falling into place to echo loudly in the room.

Leaving the door slightly ajar, he instinctively sought the lightswitch in the darkness. It was close to the door, so it wasn't hard for him to find to flick it on. Once some lighting showered the vast pristine room, he headed towards a narrow stall that housed the toilet. Their bathroom had everything from large shower, bathtub, jacuzzi, two sinks with large mirrors that took up an entire wall and its own private stall for the toilet.

The stall would give him just the right amount of privacy. He only hoped that Hikaru didn't sense him out of bed.

Sighing tiredly, he reached the stall and stepped inside. He didn't bother with sliding the door behind him since from his positioning, he was safely hidden from view.

Please don't wake up.

Leaning over the toilet, he lifted the lid to reveal clean water that would soon be soiled by him. The less evidence he left behind the better. If his brother were to see something damning in the morning he would probably embarass him by pointing it out in front of other people. He had done that plenty of times before.

Straigtening his back, his cheeks reddened when his eyes landed on a certain part of him that jutted out right below his waist. His cock was so rigid that it stood at an angle, making it nearly touch his belly.

It was shameful to see it now. Not necessarily because he was ashamed of being aroused, but because he didn't like having to relieve himself. It had always been embarassing for him. In fact, the first time he had masturbated, Hikaru had caught him and had teased him for a week straight. That of course had been years before they had started having sex or even thought of being intimate with each other. The other times he had pleasured himself he had always been watched by his brother.

It was never shameful during those times, because it had been Hikaru himself that had gotten him like that.

Now he couldn't remember the last time he had done that alone. Ever since him and Hikaru had begun to have a relationship, he hadn't felt the need to do it anymore.

This will be the last time I have to do this., mentally swearing that to himself, he closed his eyes and hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his pants to pull it from his cock. Freeing himself, some cool air teasingly brushed his flushed tip that was begining to leak.

I don't think I can do this!

About to pull his pants back up, willing to endure any possible pain the lack of release would bring, he was startled by the sleepy voice behind him.

"What are you doing up?"

His breath hitched and he inwardly winced when his voice cracked in answering.

"Um... I had to go to the bathroom."

Some silence passed behind him, before Hikaru said dryly, "Well you're taking an awful lot of time in just going to the bathroom."

Turning his head slightly towards his sceptical sounding sibling, his face heated piercingly.

"I... I had a bit of a problem," Hikaru raised his eyebrows at his revelation.

"What kind of problem...?" he edged finally, leaning a shoulder against the frame of the stall.

Swallowing, Kaoru turned around and showed him what he had been trying to hide. His brother's eyes flared at the sight of his hardened organ.

"Why didn't you just wake me up, Kaoru?" like always, Hikaru didn't look away, unfazed as always.

Because it wouldn't be fair to you.

Instead of saying that, he forced a trembling smile, "Because you needed to sleep. Didn't you have a headache from school?"

Snorting and rolling his eyes at that, Hikaru said matter of factly, "You know you don't have to worry about that with me."

I know.

Chuckling a bit uncomfortably, futilely attempting to cover up his lies, he wasn't surprised to hear his brother lowly ask.

"Want me to help with your... problem?"

Kaoru almost wanted to say no because it would feel as if he were using Hikaru, yet being with him was always more fulfilling than being with anyone else or alone.

"Yes," he opened his eyes to see his brother smirking knowingly.

"Okay, but I can't say I won't do other things to you," shrugging nonchalantly at that, Hikaru approached him and Kaoru's breath sped automatically. He was now certain of it; no one could ever surpass Hikaru's effect on him.

When his identical brother reached him, he nearly yelped loudly when he was abruptly turned around and forced to face the open toilet.

"What made you so excited?" he shuddered at Hikaru's whispering voice tickling the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around his naked chest. Bare soft, silken skin brushed his and he could practically feel his twin's pounding heart against him as he pressed his front to his back.

"You," it wasn't exactly true, but now that he was there, Kaoru was truly only thinking of him.

"Hmm...," only making that sound, Hikaru's hands lightly ran down his chest, his fingertips merely ghosting over his stomach before one of his hands reached the throbbing pained organ that was seeping copiously in need of some soothing.

Smooth warmth surrounded him and he closed his eyes at how good it felt to have something easing the uncomfortable swelling. Gripping with the right amount of pressure, his brother's fisted palm moved up his cock until reaching just the underside of his rounded tip.

"You're really turned on...," breathlessly stating that, Hikaru flexed his fingers as some precum trickled down unto his hand. He wasn't lying about that. With as aroused as he had been before Hikaru had shown up, his cock was desperately begging for attention.

"Please, help me...," he whimpered, personally hating to sound so weak.

His brother's lips smiled against the skin of his neck as the hand holding him gently twisted, making him writhe his hips. Gulping, he opened his eyes to look down at what Hikaru was doing to him and seeing the hand that was just like his own, but different, grasping his flesh he gasped. He watched as his brother moved the hand around him, fisting it without causing pain. Gyrating his hips in impatience, purposely thrusting into the hand torturing him, he sighed in relief when Hikaru took the hint and started giving his cock long hard pumps.

Just like he wanted and needed, a tight anguishing burn in his lower belly had begun to wind maddeningly. With every stroke, the clenching of his stomach achingly contracted and his balls tensed, readying for him to reach climax.

Feeling Hikaru's free hand tugging down the back of his pants, he hardened even more in the tight hold, leaking more fluid that made the gliding of the palm over his throbbing flesh slide quicker.

The hand at his rear cupped one of his buttocks to squeeze before a long slender finger dragged over the crevice that hid the part that his brother liked to plunge into.

To show his own excitement, Hikaru's own breath came out harshly as his hand sped blindingly and Kaoru drank in the sight of his hard cock flushing close to a release brought by him. The finger teasingly touching him behind lowered until prodding the small hole that was already awaiting what only Hikaru could give him.

"Hikaru...!" widening his eyes, he cried out as his semen shot out of him strongly, making his blushing face go from hot to cold at the sensation. The recently ejaculated milky substance was aimed directly into the toilet. It was almost sobering to watch how it became diluded and wispy upon falling in the clean water.

Panting, he half-expected his brother's rubbing finger to enter him from behind, but no such thing was going to happen on that night.

"You weren't really thinking about me."

"Hikaru...?" confused over his bitter tone, he looked at him over his shoulder.

The cold expression on his brother's face shocked him. His cock began to soften rapidly in Hikaru's now flacid grip upon seeing it. It was very rare to see him look like that.

"You didn't have to lie about it," some hurt flashed in Hikaru's eyes as he pulled his hand away from him.

He knows.

He opened his mouth to say something, yet no words came out as Hikaru stepped away from him and silently left him alone in the stall. Kaoru stared wide eyed after him, unsure of what he was supposed to do. They rarely had any difficulties between them, but from the way Hikaru was acting, he obviously didn't want to delve into it to much because it actually hurt him. It didn't anger him, because if it had, Hikaru would have just yelled... No, he was honestly saddened by the truth.

Feeling guilt wash over him, he turned to the toilet and did the thing that had be done.

He washed away what he spewed into it. Just seeing it there was too much of a reminder. Vacantly watching as it disappeared with the swirling water, he raked his mind for answers as to how Hikaru had figured it out. They knew each other in every way possible, yet to have him know something so specifically, there had to be more to it.

I'll only know when he wants to talk about it. If he's willing to.

Knowing that he wouldn't say a word about what he was truly thinking, Kaoru walked out of the stall to return to the bed with Hikaru that was probably feigning sleep.

He could tell his brother was no longer sleeping because he could no longer hear the custumary grumblings coming from him.

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