Bokura No Love Style

"So, I'll be staying after class today, Hikaru. Don't wait up for me, okay? I'll call for the car when I'm done." Hitachiin Kaoru smoothed his hair to the side with his fingers, the phone almost trembling in his hand. Hikaru sighed into the mouthpiece.

"Are you sure? Are you okay? You're not falling behind are you? I can tutor you if you need it."

"No, I'm.. I don't need tutoring." Kaoru mimicked his brother's sigh. "You okay?" He nearly dropped the phone as he shifted in his seat on the rooftop, and wondered where Hikaru was spending his free time.

"Fine, Kaoru. Just a little edgy." Shit. Was Hikaru picking up on his nervousness? Giving his hair a tug to get a grip on his voice before he spoke, he cleared his throat. This was... awkward. Why was it awkward?

"How did your day with Haruhi go?" he asked finally.

"It wasn't a date!" Hikaru snapped at him, and Kaoru grinned. He'd struck a nerve with that.

"Fine, your outing then," Outing was also a bad word to use. If Hikaru found out...

"It was fun. A lot more fun than the one you forced me into a few years ago. Besides, you know I'll never be able to see Haruhi as any more than a sister now. It was a stupid childish crush, and I'm over it. I've been over it for a long time, which is why it wasn't a date!"

"No one said anything about it being a date, baka," Kaoru said smugly. "Either way, I've got to get going. Be safe." I love you.

"Ah, sure. Bye, Kaoru." Click.

Kaoru closed his phone with a graceful wave of his hand. Why was that so awkward? he wondered again. It shouldn't have been awkward, he was only telling Hikaru to go ahead home without him because he had something to take care of. Hikaru had sounded distracted, that's what made it awkward. He wasn't putting his attention towards Kaoru on the phone, and said he was edgy.

Edgy. Kaoru snickered to himself, and slid his phone into its customary pocket, and slid off his perch. No reason to be edgy any more, he was away from the sides. Edgy...

Kaoru himself was practically shaking with nervousness. When he'd agreed to it, it had seemed like a wonderful idea, full of promise and new experiences. Now that it had come to lying to his brother and sneaking around school after hours, he wasn't so sure it was such a good idea. Still, he'd promised, and he'd already gotten Hikaru out of the way, so it was too late to back out now.

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Hikaru closed his phone with a snap, and jammed it into his pocket. He'd been feeling like a storm was brewing inside all day, and he'd even gone so far as to check the sky a few times, to make sure it wasn't just atmoshperic tensions affecting him. That was Kaoru, really, who was sensitive to things like rain and snow, but they were twins.

Sighing again, he considered what his brother had told him. Staying after, are you? I wonder what for. His curiousity getting the better of him, Hikaru wandered out of the courtyard and into the building, trying to find Kaoru by feeling alone. His gut was telling him up, so up he went, climbing the stairs two at a time. At the top floor, he felt lost, and decided to wander until he found him, or got bored enough to go home finally.

Locking his hands behind his head he grinned, fighting the urge to whistle. Today's meeting of the Host Club had been exceptionally interesting. They'd cross-dressed again, but much nicer than the first time. That time, they'd been trying to get Haruhi to stay at Ouran, and had basically sacrificed themselves on the alter of humiliation. This time, they were going for sensual girls, and their mother had come through for them big time with beautiful dresses, and kimonos, and even things as simple as jeans and shirts and bras. Hikaru twisted a bit, rubbing his chest against his shirt in an attempt to rid himself of the phantom bra he could still feel pressed against his ribs.

He and Kaoru had again opted for identical kimonos, and the memory of Kaoru's flushed face when Hikaru had 'accidentally' let slip some of his leg made him grin. He's so uke... Hikaru mused, thinking back to their games. Honey-chan and Mori had finally graduated, and it was just Tamaki, Kyouya, the twins and Haruhi left in the club. Tamaki was determined that it wouldn't end with them, though, and had 'adopted' - read, abducted - some first years to make into apprentices. Kyouya had rescued one of the more promising ones, and was training him to manage things like book-keeping on expenditures, and things to sell and the pictures that had worked so well for them. He was a quick learner, and it wasn't unusual to find the two dark heads bowed together in the corner over a laptop when the Host Club wasn't entertaining. When they were, the small group were furiously taking notes, watching everything they did and how they did it. Kaoru even had a fan, a shorter than average kid who was studious, like Haruhi. They were only a year apart, but Hikaru felt infinately more knowledgeable and elder than the small group of apprentices, and often gave them hints about the things they'd be doing.

Still, watching that brat fawning over Kaoru gave him a sickly twist in his stomach that he still hadn't identified. Especially when Kaoru showed him how to 'uke' to his partner. Watching Kaoru faint into his arms, blushing set Hikaru's teeth on edge, and suddenly he understood Tamaki's mad rush to separate anyone who got within five feet of Haruhi. And the way he simpered "Kaoru-sama," all the time... it was revolting! He didn't need to listen to that all the time. The stupid kid could learn from someone more experienced, like Kyouya. Or Tamaki. Or even Renge, who was still around making a muck up of pretty much anything that didn't already include her.

Peeking around the corner, he still didn't see Kaoru, and was tempted to call him and find out where he was, when he heard a noise. The school should have been deserted, and it was an obvious noise.

Following it, he turned the next corner, and then backed right around it again, hiding himself so that just his eye and hair could be seen. An upperclassman was pressing a smaller boy against the wall, and they were giggling. A romantic interlude after hours? Hikaru wondered, and his natural curiousity kept him watching, wondering what they'd do.

The larger boy slid his thigh between the smaller's legs, eliciting a surprised gasp. He was still blocking Hikaru's view, and Hikaru pouted, urging him to move. Another gasp, followed by a short moan proved that he was moving alright, but not in the ways Hikaru wanted him to. Breathlessly, the red-head watched as one hand deftly undid the buttons on the uniform jacket, and then the soft white under shirt, pushing the fabric out of the way. Fingers found nipples, and Hikaru was aware that he was biting his lip.

I'm not enjoying this, he tried to tell himself. I'm not. This is just ... interesting.

Not-quite-convinced that he'd convinced himself, he turned his attention back to the couple. They were daring, doing that right out in the middle of the hallway, and not even bothering to find an unused classroom, but then, everyone should be gone or downstairs at this time so maybe it wasn't daring but confidence.

Both nipples were standing at attention, and flushed a rose colour that gave away the attention they'd just received. The dark hand wound its way lower, while the upperclassman kissed the hell out of his partner. Buttons were done away with efficiently, and then Hikaru gasped along with the other boy when one hand deftly reached into the confines of his pants and pulled him out, stroking him into full hardness.

Hikaru was hard now, himself, and his mouth was dry, and he could no longer deny that this was anything but fucking hot, and he was exceptionally turned on. The situation was a lot heavier than the Host Club, but he was reminded of the various 'scenes' with his brother, where they might go if they were continued. They might lead to something just like this, actually, and wouldn't that be a fangirls' dream?

"Ohh.. god... Senpai..." The strangled voice sounded awkwardly familiar, though Hikaru couldn't place it immediately. It naggled at him, though, and he tucked it away to muse on later. Who could it be, and were they someone he could tease about it?

"Call me Nokoru, Kaoru." His voice rumbled in amusement as his hand twisted against Kaoru's skin.

"Ung..! Uhh... Nokoru...fuck." Hikaru blinked. Imonoyama Nokoru, youngest son of the Imonoyama zaibatsu, and inheritor of the infamous Clamp school, Ouran's only real competition. He'd heard that Imonoyama had transferred out of boredom, and was being followed by his friends Takamura Suoh and Ijyuin Akira as soon as they were able, much to the great sadness of the entire Clamp campus female population. As he was processing this information, Nokoru moved out of his way just as the name of his partner sank in. Kaoru? No longer hidden by the larger boy's body, Hikaru was greeted by the sight of his twin clutching the wall for support as Nokoru's hand slid over his length and Nokoru's mouth nipped at the delicate skin of this throat.

Hikaru saw red.

The next thing he saw was white, as Kaoru shuddered, gasping again in climax. His legs gave out from under him, and he sank to the floor grinning up at Nokoru, who knelt beside him.

"You're alright?" he asked, tenderly, and Kaoru gave him a look he usually reserved for Hikaru alone, a half-lidded smirk belied by the blush tinging his cheeks.

"I'm fine," he said breathlessly. "That was incredible." Kaoru moved to right himself, and Nokoru stood, brushing his blonde hair from his face.

"Same place tomorrow?" Nokoru asked, and Hikaru was grateful to see Kaoru shake his head.

"I can't. I've got plans with Haruhi and Honey-chan. Thursday?"

"Thursday's good." Hikaru was grinding his teeth so hard he felt as though they'd crack under the pressure, and he could feel his fingernails digging into the palm of his hand. He felt betrayed. How could he? What plans? Why hadn't he shared them with Hikaru? Was he not good enough? Why was Kaoru looking like he was about to cry?

Nokoru knelt beside him again, and drew him into a hug as Kaoru broke down completely. Hurt and betrayal warred within Hikaru, and he fought with himself not to reveal that he was there.

"I'm sorry, Kaoru-kun." Nokoru whispered, his breath stirring Kaoru's hair as he sobbed.

"N-not your fault!" Kaoru reassured him. "I w-warned ... you it m-m-might happen."

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?" Nokoru asked, handing Kaoru a handkerchief. Kaoru leaned back, dabbing at his eyes.

"He'd never accept it," he whispered, and the broken tone of his voice made Hikaru want to kill whoever this person was even more than Nokoru. Nokoru hadn't made him cry, and was being very gentlemanly about it. Whoever had broken Kaoru's gentle heart was going to pay, though.

"Kaoru-kun, you've got to at least tell him before you can be sure he'd reject you." Nokoru tried again. Kaoru shot him a dirty look.

"When I agreed to meet you here, it wasn't so you could give me therapy on my fixation, Nokoru-sama." His tone was frosty, a complete turn around from the beginning of the encounter.

"If you love the boy, it's not a fixation," Nokoru insisted. "Love is love. It knows no boundaries." Kaoru shoved at him, starting to smile a bit.

Hikaru had just enough time to look up and think, Hello, Bomb, just before it dropped onto his head.

"Hikaru would never love me the same way. I knew it when I saw the way he looked at Haruhi last year. I tried to get them together, I knew it would make them happy, but I couldn't stand watching them together. I'm glad it didn't work out. Am I horrible, Nokoru-sama?"

"No, you're just tired. Go home, apologize for being late, and just act like you always do."

"Like a love-sick puppy?" Kaoru asked, getting to his feet. Hikaru was still flabbergasted at everything he'd just witnessed, and barely took in Kaoru's uncharacteristic ruffled appearance. His shirt was still untucked, and his jacket was open. Nokoru reached out and fluffed his hair a bit.

"Brat. Go on, and I'll see you again thursday. Maybe I can think of some way to help you out with your brother in the mean time."

"Nokoru-sama, no! I told you, he's straight. Besides, I've been content with what I get in the Host club so far, I can continue with it."

Kaoru's breathless entreaties weren't just playacting then? Hikaru felt flattened under the weight of what he'd learned. He had just a few moments to realize that they were coming his way, and he'd better get out of the way fast before they turned the corner.

He'd already bolted down the stairs, and tried to make it look like he'd been sitting there the whole time, like he hadn't just had his entire world-view tilted on it's axis. Affixing a bored smirk on his face, he stared out into space, listening to the footsteps.

"Ah! Hikaru! What are you doing here still!?" Kaoru's voice sounded normal, and Hikaru wondered if he'd still be as mussed as he was upstairs. Turning, he noticed that the shirt had been tucked in, but the jacket was still open, half buttoned.

"I didn't want to go without you, but I couldn't find you," Hikaru lied, hoping his voice sounded normal. Kaoru visibly relaxed, though neither of them had realized he was tense until that moment.

"Ah. Sorry to keep you waiting, then. Shall we go?" Kaoru dug in his pocket for his phone, and was dialing the number for their house to call a car to take them home.

Hikaru thought over what he'd just seen, and wondered how Kaoru could be so normal after something like that. Then he realized that he'd been staring at Kaoru's rear the whole time he'd been on the phone, and if Kaoru turned around now he'd see the guilty blush.

Kaoru yawned, and Hikaru grinned. "Sleepy?" he asked, and Kaoru jumped, nodding. "Hidoi! Don't scare me like that," because Hikaru had stood and snuck up behind him while he was talking - anything to get his eyes off that ass.

"Sorry," he said, not meaning it. Kaoru averted his eyes, a tinge of pink on his cheeks, and Hikaru leaned in close, watching the blush brighten the nearer he got.

"What?" Kaoru finally asked. "Do I have something on my face?" Hikaru shook his head, and put his hands on his neck, lacing his fingers together as he walked towards the main hall.

"I was just looking," he said. "I thought you looked like you'd been crying, but I guess it was just a trick of the light."

Kaoru sounded huffy. "You could have asked. I wasn't crying, my eyes were watering. Why would I cry?"

Hikaru stopped short, turning around. Kaoru walked right into him, and their lips met briefly. Kaoru's mouth opened, though in shock or pleasure Hikaru didn't know and didn't care. He'd felt a butterfly in his stomach at the sensation, and knew that he wanted that again. Kaoru stumbled backwards, stammering apologies, his face redder than ever, and his eyes fixated on the wall.

"Sorry," Hikaru said, shushing him. "I thought I heard something." Suddenly, his phone started to ring, and he frowned, opening it.

"Moshi, moshi."

"Did you enjoy the show?" Imonoyama Nokoru.

"Did you?"

"Immensely." Click.

"Who was that, Hikaru?" Kaoru pressed, his face still red. Hikaru shrugged.

"Wrong number."

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Owari

I want to keep writing, but I keep thinking, "I'll end it here. No, here. HERE, it ends!" *still writing* I think I may make a sequel. There needs to be more Ouran fics here.

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