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Fanfic: Ouran, Long Flight, Twins/Tamaki, PG-13
Title: Long Flight
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humour
Pairing(s): Twins/Tamaki mentions of Tamaki/Haruhi
Warning(s): Slash, suggested incest (twincest). Just the twins being their usual evil selves and dragging poor Tamaki along for a laugh.
Spoiler(s): None
Disclaimer/claimer: Don't own, if I did, Hikaru and Haruhi would be canon :D
Summary: The twins get bored on a long boring flight and poor Tamaki gets caught in the firing line.


This was going to be a dreadfully long flight, Tamaki thought.

The ‘King’ of the Host Club sat in his cramped commoner seat with his curiosity rather deflated at the sight before him. He wasn’t quite sure what he had imagined a commoner’s jumbo jet to consist of, but he had certainly never imagined this. Where were the kitchens? Where were the entertainment rooms? Where were the game consoles? Heaven forbid, where on earth were the rooms for people to even sleep in? Instead, it seemed every nook and cranny of the jet had been filled with rows and rows of seats. Surely even commoners weren’t expected to sit an ungodly hour-long flight without a bed to sleep in? Surely we’re not expected to sleep in our seats?

Normally, he would be thoroughly amused at the commoners ingenious ability to use up every scrap of space available, but that would only be the case if he was not in a particularly fowl mood. The special holiday he had completely mapped out and planned (with a considerable amount of much needed help from Kyoya) had started off on disastrous footing. It was meant to have been a holiday for all of the Host Club so that he could conveniently show Haruhi how wonderful the foreign world outside of Japan was whilst she was comfortable with the rest of the Host Club. Needless to say, with Haruhi’s nonchalant attitude, it had not been easy to convince her. Tamaki had lost count of the times that he had to remind himself that gentlemen such as himself did not give-up easily every time Haruhi had so cruelly and bluntly put down his proposals for an exotic holiday (that and the possibility of seeing her in a bikini).

Finally, after months of persuasion, the unwilling Haruhi reluctantly agreed. Tamaki suspected that Kyoya informing Haruhi’s father of the proposal of the free holiday had something to do with it, but he liked to think of it as being purely down to his own ability to convince his daughter, rather than the true father being able to convince her. Haruhi now had a passport and could now travel abroad. Tamaki had every event, every word he would say to his precious daughter planned in his inner theatre and everything was ready for the holiday. When everything had seemed perfect was when Haruhi had shot down his delicate plans with an arrow of pure oblivion to any of the hurt her blunt words delivered.

“Sorry, Sempai, but I promised Mizuzu that I’d work for her in Karuizawa.”

Tamaki had assumed his dejected pose and immediately commenced growing mushrooms in his dark corner as soon as the sentence had left his precious daughter’s lips. If it were not for Kyoya coolly informing him that it was only for the first five days of the two-week holiday that Haruhi would be missing, he was not sure if he would have been able to bring himself out of his severe state of depression. Kyoya had also informed him that he also had some business to attend to before being able to leave for the holiday and so would accompany Haruhi. Tamaki reminded himself of the prospect of Haruhi in an adorable, frilly bikini. His daydreams of helping his beloved daughter shop for a suitable swim wear that would compliment her adorable figure were abruptly interrupted by one of the formidable Hitachiin brothers.

“Milord, this unbelievably boring,” said the voice to his right.

“Yeah, where do you suppose the living room is here?” asked the voice to his left.

“There’s a T.V at the front… Maybe this is the living room?”

The Hitachiin to his left shifted around in his seat, craning his neck to get a better look at the minute television at the front of the plane, “No way, I can hardly see it. It’s way too crowded in here for this room to be the living room.”

Tamaki wondered to himself whether it was against commoners’ rules to switch the seats that you had been assigned. The jet consisted of three columns of seats that were made up of sectioned rows of three cramped seats with hardly any legroom. It meant there was a total of 9 seats in each row, with the two aisles separating them into groups of three. Unfortunately, for the Host Club King his ticket had meant he was to sit in seat 34B, with brother’s Beelzebub in seats 34A and 34C. Hunny and Mori were sat further in front of them. He decided that due to that fact that (what little) logic he possessed did not apply to the commoners’ realm that it was not safe to make such a bold move as to change the seating he had been assigned.

“Milord,” spoke the voice to his left (his gut feeling told him it was Kaoru, but he couldn’t be sure), “can we swap seats? We’re bored.”

“No, you can’t deviate from the seats we’ve been given!” Tamaki replied indignantly.

The reason he had given seemed rather flimsy, but it was true. He didn’t want to get into trouble in the commoners’ realm without Haruhi to guide him through any trouble he might encounter. He was also rather angry with brothers Beelzebub for daring to come on this holiday. When he had imagined the ‘Host Club’ on holiday, he had imagined the part of the Host Club that did not pose a threat to his precious daughter’s sacred innocence. That was everyone except the treacherous doppelgangers. Whenever he had thoughts about his vulnerable daughter in her cute bikini clad body anywhere near the twins, his inner theatre went into overdrive. He also knew that the twins were perfectly aware of Tamaki’s discomfort at them being on this holiday too and were likely to be plotting some way to cause him trouble. He wanted them to be separated so they didn’t have any more time to prepare their devious plans.

The Hitachiin to the left of him leaned back in his chair, “What should we do, Hikaru?”

Ah, so he had been right. It was either a lucky guess or the twins wanted him to think it was Kaoru on his left. He never put anything past the twins, especially now that he knew for sure that they were planning some sort of revenge for almost not being invited. Tamaki tried to comfort himself with the knowledge of them all knowing that he was not as mean as to not invite the twins, after all, he was a gentleman. It was just sorely tempting.

Hikaru leant over Tamaki so that he was closer to his brother and managed to rest his elbows on the armrest Tamaki’s and Kaoru’s seats shared.

“What do we usually do to entertain ourselves when we’re bored and alone?” purred Hikaru with a sly grin.

“You’re not alone, though, are you?” Tamaki reminded him shrilly, knowing full well what the Hitachiin had in mind.

It was Kaoru’s turn to invade the Host Club King’s personal space, as he looked him straight in the eye. Tamaki tried not to show that it made him feel uneasy, however, he was less successful at hiding his uneasiness when Kaoru brushed the soft touch of his hand over his arm. He was aware that he was blushing furiously as Kaoru’s breath fluttered over his skin as he leaned towards him.

“Does it,” his hand slid and lingered on a particularly sensitive spot on Tamaki’s neck so that he found himself suppressing a shudder, “bother you, Milord?”

Somewhere inside of himself, he was able to grasp hold of his senses and ignore the fact that Kaoru’s warm washing over him was rather… pleasant.

“It-it doesn’t bother me,” he said, managing to slap away the Hitachiin’s wandering hands, “I just don’t want you two making out with me in the middle.”

“Well,” Hikaru grinned, “If you’d just swap places with one of us-”

“No,” Tamaki snapped straight away, “This is a commoners’ plane and we will sit how and where commoners’ sit!”

The King folded his arms, his face set, to enforce the fact that he wasn’t budging on this one. The matter had become a battle of pride, and as a King in a very sour mood, it was important that he won this one. The twins should feel lucky that he was allowing them of all people to see his dear daughter’s perfect skin in all it’s swim wear glory. As far as he was concerned, daddy did not feel they were worthy of such a sight. He slipped back into his fanatical daydreams of escapades with Haruhi and her grateful blushes as he showed her all the things her commoners’ life could not offer. Barely five minutes had passed in silence before the twins had begun flirting with each other again. Tamaki remained oblivious to their voiced interactions even when they had become so loud and obscene the air stewardess had to speak to them, which only seemed to fuel the twins more. He was blissfully lost in his fantasy world where Haruhi wore cute pink-laced dresses and blushed when he brought her the best ice cream he could find at the beach. Meanwhile, in reality, the twins had grown bored of their recent game of ‘see-how-much-twincest-talk-the-stewardess-can-handle’. Obvious to them, talking about it was no longer gaining them any attention after half an hour of doing so.

Tamaki was rudely torn away from his daydreams as he noticed that the twins were both leaning over his chair towards each other. His initial reaction was to interrupt them, but he realised that it would just be embarrassing if he were to do it now. Hikaru’s hand clasped Kaoru’s chin, a typical uke blush crept over the younger Hitachiin’s cheeks, and Tamaki found himself wishing his seat would spontaneously swallow him as he leant as far back as he could in it. He tried not to twitch at the realisation he was really going to get a front row view of the twins’ ‘brotherly love’ display. It would be insanely hypocritical to stop them, not when he was the one who invited them to the Host Club to suggest these types of acts. That’s right, the argued rather pointlessly to himself, only to suggest these types of acts. They’re not really gay? He wished this thought could comfort him, but as he watched the twins he realised he wasn’t very sure at all.

He tried not to notice the small indents in Kaoru’s lip where he bit it tentatively and Hikaru’s dominant smirk as he leaned closer, they were so close Tamaki could feel the heat radiating off their blushes. Unsure of what to do, he did the thing that came naturally, he hid his eyes behind his hands. It wasn’t the best plan, but he had panicked, the only thought that had come to his mind was to break his eyes away from the sight.

Tamaki felt a tightening feeling in gut as shifted nervously in his seat. It was terrible how vulnerable he felt with no sight and the twins in ghastly close quarters. He tried not to listen, tried to deny his brain’s automatic response of sharpening his other senses. Kaoru’s fragile gasps and Hikaru’s playful moans were loud enough whilst trying to convince himself he wasn’t listening never mind actually concentrating on them. He was innocently trying not to be aware of the slight hitch in one of the twins’ breaths when he felt Hikaru’s hand slide across his right leg and slip down dangerously close to places that officially stepped over friendly touching. His leg jerked automatically, successfully ridding his leg of Hikaru’s hand, but evidently the older Hitachiin had been leaning on that arm and it resulted in knocking him off balance and unfortunately landing in Tamaki’s lap. Hands abandoning his eyes, the he lost all cool at this new intrusion. His fears confirmed as he saw it was Hikaru had fallen onto his lap.

“Hikaru,” Tamaki exclaimed loudly, “get your head out of my lap!”

A soft giggle escaped Kaoru’s lips as two passengers in front of them, a rather large old man and what appeared to be his daughter, turned around disapprovingly.

“Do you mind,” said the woman indignantly, “you’re making a racket.”

Tamaki was too busy trying to shove Hikaru off of his lap (he seemed just as shocked as the Host Club King at where he had fallen) to notice Kaoru’s arms wrap possessively around him until he was well and truly locked within his embrace.

“Do you mind? We’re kind of busy here,” he replied, and to Tamaki’s horror he indicated to Hikaru with a slight nod of his head.

“Kaoru!” Tamaki’s voice must have sounded as frightened and confused as he felt because Hikaru stopped struggling to remove himself from his lap, “Hikaru, what on earth are you doing?” he asked as the older Hitachiin made himself comfortable. He didn’t reply, but he could practically feel his predatory smile through his jeans.

The younger Hitachiin pressed his cheek against Tamaki’s, his arms around his neck keeping him drawn close, “Ah, Milord, you get embarrassed so easily.”

Tamaki was aware that he was blushing furiously, desperately wanting to convince the disgusted old man in front of him that this really wasn’t what it looked like, but tragically failing to successfully push either of the conniving twins off or away from him. When Kaoru turned one of his protest pushes into something that looked to the rest of the world like a loving caress by slyly moving into it and adding seductively, “Being rather frisky today, Milord,” Tamaki decided it would probably be best not to even touch either of the twins. Ever. The old man turned away from them, appalled, and the young woman followed soon after she had met Hikaru’s eyes and he had evidently made some obscene gesture which Tamaki hadn’t seen, but the look akin to shock and horror washing over her face as she turned away was enough to indicate the Host Club King of the subject.

“Ok, you two,” he hissed, “You win. I’ll swap seats.”

“Nah,” said Hikaru bluntly, “where would be the fun in that?”

Kaoru rested his head on Tamaki’s shoulder and his fingers began to idly play with the lose fabric of the Host Club King’s shoulder, “You know, Milord, what you were saying earlier about us making out with you in the middle… Could be rather interesting, don’t you think?”

Tamaki had to remind himself that gentlemen did not blush and squeal with panic and discomfort before answering with as much dignity as he could muster, “This isn’t funny.”

Hikaru laughed as he shifted himself in the other teen’s lap so that he lay on his back and he faced the ceiling. Tamaki could see his mischievous smirk as his thin fingers grabbed his collar and roughly pulled him down so that their faces were so close, their noses were almost touching.

“Correction, Milord. It is rather funny.”

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Hunny and Mori waited out side the exit of the plane, waiting for the twins and Tamaki. They had been caught up in the thick crowd of people all desperate to escape the confines of the plane and had no choice but to wait somewhere where there was more space for them not to be pushed or shoved. Hunny sat happily on a silent Mori’s shoulders, on the lookout for a blonde or identical pair of strawberry blonde heads amongst the buzzing crowd. However, they did not have to wait for long before they could hear the Host Club King’s familiarly, loud, dramatic voice.

“Will you two perverts STOP molesting me?”

Hunny could see the owner of the voice rushing through the crowd, taking huge fast paced strides as though he was trying to escape from someone.

Hunny called out to him, “Tama-chan! We’re over here!”

However, Tamaki apparently did not hear him and even rushed straight past the pair. Mori quickly turned and followed, assuming the Host Club King was leading them somewhere.

“Milord,” Hunny heard the twins say in union from behind them, “slow down a little!”

“He’s so shy,” he heard one of them say deviously, “You’d think he was ashamed of us.”

“Hey, hey, Milord,” he heard the other call, “when we get back to the hotel, you can share our room!”

“Yeah,” agreed the other, “isn’t that how commoners save money? By sharing rooms?”

Tamaki’s didn’t reply, his only indication that he had heard them was he widened the distance between them by walking faster.

“Poor Tama-chan,” Hunny sighed as the sound of the twins scheming laughter filled the air.

Mori silently agreed.