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Fanfic: Ouran, Anniversary, NC-17, Twins/Tamaki
Author Name/LJ: kerri_is_dead
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Title: Anniversary
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Blush – Bruise – Borrow
Summary: The twins have their own ways of celebrating anniversaries. This is how they react to their own world that was once just the two of them, opening up too fast.
Warnings: Twincest. It's pretty tame.
Notes: I would love feedback guys. Also, don't have a beta-reader, I've checked it over an insane number of times so I think I've gotten most of the small errors... But if you spot any mistakes feel free to point them out so I can correct them.
Feedback: is love :D


“Taking a break, Milord?”

Tamaki looked up from where he was sitting to see two identical smirks looking down at him. The Hitachiin twins were casually leant against one another, one twin with his arms casually folded and the other resting an arm on the other’s shoulder.

“Shouldn’t you two doppelgangers be working?” asked Tamaki looking over to the twin’s table and seeing the group of girls gathered there.

“Ah, well,” began the Hitachiin on the right.

“Today’s a special day,” continued the other.

“And special days are supposed to be fun.”

“Not about work.”

“So, we came up with a way to get the work done quicker.”

“If we come and work with you too, as a group of three, then the customers see us all at once at the same time, instead of seeing us individually.”

“So, less time’s wasted.”

Tamaki was still thoughtfully digesting this information when the twins sat down either side of him. Apparently, Brothers Beelzebub weren’t going to wait for his consent to allow this new idea to pass. The twins leaned back in their seats, making themselves comfortable and it vaguely occurred to him that they were invading his personal space more than was necessary. The Hitachiin to the left of him was slouching rather listlessly whilst the one on the right was sat up straighter and more attentive to his surroundings. Tamaki made a wild guess that perhaps it was Hikaru on the left and Kaoru on the right, but he knew from experience not to rely on his guesses. It didn’t take long before the customers waiting at the twin’s table realised that the twins were staying to serve their customers at Tamaki’s table.

“Why are you serving us all together today, Tamaki-san?” inquired one of the girls of the group curiously as she sat down.

Before the Host Club King could answer, Kaoru had delicately placed his chin on his shoulder and his felt the warmth of both his and Hikaru’s hands slipping round his back and resting on the opposite sides of his waist so that he was well and truly locked in a three man embrace.

“Hikaru and I wanted to spend sometime with Milord today.”

Tamaki hoped to God that he wasn’t blushing. The way Kaoru had said ‘Milord’ just now, something that the twins used as a playful insult against his standing as ‘King’ of the Host Club, sounded obscene. Tamaki wasn’t sure whether it was the way Kaoru’s breath had fluttered across the skin of his neck or whether it was the suggestive way that Kaoru said it that felt like a brush of velvet across the tightening feeling in the pits of his gut, but something about it had made the heat rush to Tamaki’s cheeks.

Hikaru leaned in closer, “I guess we’ll just have to wait until after school.”

He looked Tamaki directly in the eyes and the blonde wasn’t surprised to find a mischievous shadow dancing in those hazel irises. However, he was surprised at the intrusive hand sweeping across his knee. He tried to will his pulse to slow down, sure that the twins were close enough to hear his heart thundering in his chest at this newfound contact. This was just how the twins served their customers, nothing more. He only hoped that they would get back to suggesting a close relationship with each other, instead of including him in the mix. Meanwhile, he tried to ignore the fact that despite his brain’s protests, the warmth of both Hitachiin’s around him felt more comfortable than it should have.

-

Haruhi sighed as she settled down onto the elegant sofa where she had been sat for the past three hours serving tea and entertaining the various customers of the Host Club. Finally, after a busy day digesting the gossip, fan girlish squeals and general idle chitchat from the girls she entertained as a male host, she could rest. She leant her head back and closed her heavy eyelids, trying not to let fatigue overtake her. With the Third Music Room almost empty, it had finally lost the buzz and energy of the small crowds that had gathered around them. Now, the room seemed blissfully calm after a hectic day.

A loud, flustered voice shattered the silence, “Haruhi!”

Haruhi had just a split second to internally grumble to herself before she felt a sharp pain from a blunt object hitting her on her head. The shock caused her to snap her eyes open in time to see the blur of blonde that was Tamaki rushing over to her. She had little time to react as he threw his arms around her with his eyes watering as though something awful had happened. She reluctantly resigned herself to a stoic position in Tamaki’s embrace, knowing the Host Club King too well to try and interrupt his dramatics now.

She sighed to herself, too exhausted to feel the need to deal with him right now. She felt him shift as he tried to inspect where she had been hit, “You two heathens almost extinguished my daughter’s delicate life! Are you OK Haruhi? Does it hurt? Do you want me to make Kyoya bring you the first aid kit? Where did it hit you?”

Haruhi opened her mouth to tell him to quit being such a drama queen but two simultaneous voices cut through the start of her sentence.

“Milord, you were the one who wanted to play catch.”

Haruhi could see the pale blazers of their uniforms just under the sleeve of Tamaki’s that was irritatingly blocking her view. Thankfully, Tamaki removed himself from her personal space to pick up the offending object that had hit her.

He thrusted it angrily in the twins faces as though it was a weapon as he began to rant, “You two have probably bruised my precious daughters head! If you cannot aim properly-”

“It’s you that can’t catch, Milord,” said the Hitachiin twin to the left. Haruhi judged from the devious glint that she had come to recognise in Hikaru’s eyes that it was him on the left and Kaoru on the right.

“Nobody can catch something if you don’t throw it properly, Kaoru!”

“We should play the ‘Which one is Hikaru Game’,” suggested Kaoru mildly, whom Haruhi knew from instinct was on the right, not the left as Tamaki believed.

“No!” replied the Host Club King indignantly, “You two, Brothers Beelzebub, need to apologise to Haruhi! You’re lucky she wasn’t knocked out, or scarred, or-”

Haruhi sunk further into her chair as she tuned out his theatrical voice, grumbling to herself. She cared very little whether the twins apologised or not, all she cared about was that it was nearing home time and she needed to be leaving soon, preferably before Tamaki’s dramatic escapades heightened and she found herself being dragged to hospital over a bruise.

“We’re sorry, Haruhi,” the twins apologised eventually, “We’re sorry that Tamaki can’t catch to save his life.”

She glanced at her watch, ignoring Tamaki’s sharp intake of breathe beside her. She needed to speak now, before Tamaki unleashed the torrent of livid incoherent ramblings upon the twins if she was ever going to make it home in time for the quick rush to the supermarket for dinner.

“It’s time to go home, Senpai. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said as she stood up.

“Wait,” Tamaki stood up quickly too and began to follow her to the door, “I’ll give you a drive home. It’s not like a gentleman to just let a lady walk home after a serious head injury.”

Haruhi had to bite her cheek to stop herself from laughing. It was so typical of Tamaki to be so overly concerned that it was almost ridiculous. She was about to calmly tell him that she would be perfectly fine walking home when the twins darted forwards.

“Are you leaving already, Milord?” asked Hikaru who was now on the right.

“I thought we were playing a game?” Kaoru inquired slyly distracting him from the fact that both the twins had snaked their arms around Tamaki’s.

“We were just passing the time,” Tamaki answered, clearly taken aback by the sudden amount of attention the twins were paying him, “I didn’t think it was something serious.”

Haruhi raised an eyebrow. She had spent enough time with the twins to know that if it were she in the middle of them, she’d be highly suspicious. However, Tamaki was unfortunately born with a severe lack of common sense that was unwisely replaced with large quantities of a trusting nature. A dangerous combination in the hands of the twins. She looked at the identical pair of grins either side of the Host Club King and was oddly reminded of the way a pair of wolves might show its teeth to a lamb before the kill. Except a lamb would have enough common sense to run as fast as its legs could carry it, Tamaki, however merely smiled back.

“Well… I’m going home now, Senpai,” she repeated, throwing Tamaki the only line for an escape she was prepared to offer him.

“No, no, Haruhi I insist on giving you a lift home. It’s the least-”

Haruhi wondered if she imagined the twins grip on Tamaki’s arm become tighter and briefly entertained the idea of whether Tamaki really didn’t notice or if he was choosing to ignore it, “Haruhi’s fine, Milord!”

“You can pay her back with something better than a drive home for the injuries you caused her tomorrow!”

“Injuries I caused her! I didn’t do anything!”

“Exactly,” said the twins in union, visibly more relaxed having distracted Tamaki again, “You didn’t catch the ball like you were supposed to.”

Tamaki launched himself into a rant again and Haruhi turned to leave, deciding she’d wasted enough time already. Kyoya chose that moment to speak up from the back of the room where he had been quietly scribbling away in his notebook, “I can have my limo driver take you home, Haruhi.”

“Thank you, Kyoya but I’m fine-”

Kyoya looked up from his mathematical scribbling, idly pushing his glasses up from the edge of his nose and pasting one of those fake, polite smiles that Haruhi had seen him give many of the Host Club customers.

“Tamaki doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon and it’s no trouble,” Kyoya stood up and Haruhi decided it would probably just be best to agree, she didn’t have the energy to be stubborn right now.

“Kyoya…” Tamaki begun, but he was cut off as the boy in question shoved a sheet of paper into his hands, “What’s this?”

Kyoya tucked his notebook under his arm as he replied, “The costume play for the autumn ball is something you decide, isn’t it? So decide already, write down what you want and I’ll try and deal with your nonsensical demands tomorrow.”

“Oh, ok!” Tamaki beamed. Coming up with costumes and themes for the Host Club’s festivities was highly important to him and something he enjoyed doing. It was probably the only ‘work’ he did too.

“We’ll stay too,” the twins chimed and Tamaki’s smile slipped. Even he had now caught onto the twin’s behaviour. The twins quickly felt the sudden awareness and went on to explain, “Well, we’d like a say in this too.”

“Oh no… I’m not letting either of your ideas corrupt this event… It’s very important.”

“Another reason not to let a babbling idiot like you plan this event on your own…”

Haruhi left the Third Music room to leave the trio to bicker amongst themselves. Kyoya followed swiftly behind in silence as they made their way down the stairs. She sighed to herself, speculating what Tamaki could possibly have done this time to anger the Hitachiin twins to deserve them plotting against him like they were now.

“Kyoya,” she said once she was out of hearing distance from the music rooms, “what exactly are the twins up to?”

Kyoya looked at her, a calculating look flashing behind his eyes as he decided whether to share the information with her. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by a harsh, unfamiliar voice.

“Ohtori, Fujioka, where’s Tamaki Suoh?”

Haruhi turned towards the source of the noise, meeting a face she vaguely recognised from another club. Probably from a sports club of some kind she reasoned, taking in his appearance. His figure was tall and well built; the type of body that came from lots of physical activity. He would have been handsome had it not been for his harsh cut facial features that made him look rather bitter.

Haruhi opened her mouth to answer him, but Kyoya swiftly cut in, “I believe he left ages ago. Whatever it is you need to say to him, I’m sure you can say it tomorrow.”

“I haven’t seen him leave,” it was a simply statement, but the tone in the boys voice almost threatening.

“Well then,” Kyoya replied, a dangerous note of malice slipping into his voice, “you must have missed him.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, having recognised the hostile edge to Kyoya’s voice, “Well, when you see him, you tell him to make sure he stays away from Rei-”

“Rei is simply a customer at the Host Club and Tamaki merely treats her as equally as he treats all his customers,” Haruhi saw Kyoya’s eyes flash dangerously before he continued, “Perhaps if you entertained your girlfriend adequately enough yourself she wouldn’t feel the need to look for entertainment elsewhere.”

He promptly turned to leave and Haruhi felt that it would be best to follow before the boy could retaliate. She expected him to follow them or at least throw some verbal abuse at them, but instead the boy stood at the bottom the stairs, his arms folded and his two friends coming to stand beside him, waiting simply because his pride, more than anything, Haruhi summarized, depended on it.

-

Tamaki looked up from the paper he had been absently doodling on for the past half-hour. The twins had been oddly quiet that it was starting to become unnerving. He found his mind had been hastily running through the past week, trying to remember if he had done something to the twins that would warrant them reaping revenge on him. He found himself hastily scrapping through the memories of the entire month and he still found nothing, which unnerved him even more. One of the twins, he identified him as Hikaru on nothing but a random guess, sat beside him, passing the time on a small hand-held game device. He looked up, obviously sensing Tamaki’s eyes on him.

“I think I’m done,” Tamaki told him.

Hikaru leaned over, a grin spreading over his face as he took in Tamaki’s ‘work’, “I love the stickman with the crown, Milord. I guess that’s all the Host club’s problems sorted out.”

Tamaki frowned at him, “Problems?”

“I think Kyoya’s been worried about the profits or something,” Hikaru replied off-handily, “It doesn’t matter. If push comes to shove I’m sure me and Kaoru can come up with something creative to bring the profits back in, Milord.”

Hikaru had obviously gotten bored and decided it would be fun to torment him, which Tamaki wasn’t sure he wanted to stick around for, not when the twins were in such an odd mood.

“The school will be closing soon. I’m going to call my driver and go home, I’ll see you tomorrow…”

“No you won’t,” Hikaru said bluntly, “Today is Friday.”

Kaoru moved away from the window and wrapped on arm around Tamaki’s shoulder. They were also being oddly touchy today, he noticed, “But if you’re so desperate for our company, Milord, you could stay at our house tonight.”

Tamaki took one look at the devilish smirks he had come to know to fear and quickly made his decision, “No.”

Hikaru grabbed his left arm and firmly gripped it. Tamaki’s skin jumped at the touch of Hikaru’s fingers wrapping themselves around his own. A soft shiver brushed against the nerves of his spine at this new contact, leaving him momentarily stunned.

“Do you know what day it is today?” Hikaru asked him, completely ignoring Tamaki’s response earlier.

“I know it’s Friday-”

“No,” interrupted Kaoru, “Like what day it is. Like an anniversary.”

Tamaki fell into a thoughtful silence and the twins cunningly took advantage of this and began to steer him out of the classroom.

“You can stay at ours,” Hikaru stated it like a fact that was going to happen no matter what Tamaki thought of the idea.

“But I don’t have any of my things with me-”

“You can borrow ours,” Kaoru replied, his hands wrapping around comfortably at the crook of the Host Club King’s elbow.

“But-”

“We’ll get the maids to tell your father you’re staying with us.”

“But-”

“You can use our toiletries too.”

Tamaki’s mouth closed limply, his protests giving into silence and defeat. He let himself be led by the twins completely confused by this bizarre turn of events today. They made their way down the stairs with the twins still saying by either side of him and it seemed Tamaki was the only one who was uncomfortable with the arrangements.

“Suoh!”

Tamaki jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice calling his name. He turned to see a big angry bulk of a teenager making his way towards him with two friends flanked at his sides. He felt the twins simultaneously let go of his arms and he breathed a sigh of relief, before sharply drawing it back in when he felt their hands intrusively slide across his waist. He reminded himself that to squeak in public was highly embarrassing and decided it was probably best to ignore the twins slowly chipping away at his personal space. He could practically feel the shift in their carefree attitudes in the atmosphere around them. It had turned into something heavy and spiteful from the disgusted looks he saw in on their faces as their eyes met the boy rushing towards them.

“You!” he spat when he had closed the distance, “You arrogant little twit. You think just because you’re the son’s chairman that you can get away with-”

“You’re Ryozo Hinasaki, the son of Mr. Hinasaki, the one who owns the sports clothes line,” Kaoru loudly interrupted.

Ryozo shot a look of venom towards him, “So, what if I am?”

“Well then, you should know that your father’s company profits have been running downhill for years now. They’re dangerously on the edge of bankrupt,” explained Hikaru, a spiteful undercurrent to his voice swimming to the surface.

“Our mother’s clothing range has been considering making a deal with yours… Unfortunately, they’re not too eager about it. Who would blame them? Just taking a look at the crap you wear…”

“I hear they’re still debating it.”

“Afraid it’s likely to be a no…”

“All it would take is one word…”

Ryozo glared at him the threat obviously being realised.

“We don’t take kindly to anyone who threatens our Lord.”

Kaoru rested his head on Tamaki’s shoulder as though he was bored of this situation already, “And you’re ruining our day.”

The Host Club King then felt himself being promptly led away and out of the building by the twins, slightly stunned by the events that had taken place.

“That went better than I thought it would,” said Kaoru conversationally.

“Yeah, for someone who’s been going on for weeks about the broken bones he was going to give you, I’d say he backed down too easily. Must be too stupid to respond.”

“Shame.”

“We can always crush him anyway, get mum to call off that deal.”

“Are we leaving that trap in his locker too?”

“Of course.”

Tamaki finally snapped out of his daze deciding to chip into the conversation and find some answers, “What… What was that all about?”

“Oh, nothing for you to worry about, Milord,” the twins reassured him in union.

Tamaki, against his better judgement, decided to trust them.

-

Tamaki had officially given up trying to understand the situation when the twins were leading him into their room. It was just too weird to even begin to decipher and moving too fast too keep up. He was even having trouble trying to remember why he was here in the first place.

“Lets find some clothes for you to borrow, Milord,” Kaoru said, the smile on his face growing wider.

He let himself be led to the twin’s closet that was almost as big as their bedroom, not surprised by the twin’s eager attitudes. They always loved to dress people up and even go as far as designing some of the clothing the Host Club wore when they costume played. He supposed their enthusiastic approach towards clothing stemmed from their mother who owned her own clothing range. They kept their possessive embrace even as they searched through their clothing, deciding amongst themselves about what would suit him best.

Hikaru picked out a light blue sweater and broke away to stand in front of him and place the shirt on his chest to judge what it would look like. His thin fingers pinned it’s shoulders against Tamaki’s, his presence leaning in a little closer than the Host Club King would have thought necessary.

“That would suit you,” he said simply as his hands sneakily slipped round his shoulders, drawing himself too close to Tamaki for comfort.

“H-Hik-Hikaru, what…?” Hikaru had now drawn himself so close that his chest was pressed against Tamaki’s, his breath gently washing over his face and his eyes staring at him challengingly as though daring him to push him away. He felt Kaoru shift from the side of him and then felt his warmth press against his back. His heart almost skipped a beat when Kaoru’s silky fingers slipped under his shirt and ran up his back. Something wet and warm quickly darted across the exposed flesh of his neck and Tamaki realised they it was Kaoru’s tongue. He jumped, making an odd, strangled sound he hoped sounded like a protest but doubted it when the younger Hitachiin responded by planting soft kisses along the trail his tongue had left.

“Kaoru!” he cried out, but was the younger Hitachiin continued trailing his tongue along his neck. Where the hell had this all come from?

Tamaki bit his lip, completely aware that his body was beginning to cave into these sensations. The devilish smirk on Hikaru’s face was far closer than Tamaki had realised, he tried to break contact with Hikaru’s eyes but the older twin quickly gripped his chin firmly in one hand, and he felt the other hands fingers gently brush against his abdomen as they hooked the top of his school trousers. Suddenly feeling slightly dizzy, a rush of urges ran amok through his brain all hopelessly caving into the twin’s game and needing to reciprocate their touches.

Hikaru’s hand had travelled to his cheek and Tamaki found himself leaning into the touch. He tried to regain control of his breathing as Kaoru’s tongue and teeth began to play with his earlobe and he decided he was fighting a losing battle. He felt his chest tighten and his body tremor slightly as Hikaru’s playful hands cradled the back of his head. When Hikaru’s lips were forced against his, all resistance was forgotten. His lips were so much softer than anybody else he had kissed before, except no girl had matched his strength as Hikaru did when he firmly held his head close, desperate that Tamaki didn’t try to break the contact. Hikaru’s lips were sensual and arousing and all that more exciting because of the added edge of how bizarre and new this all was. He heard a small sound of pleasure escape one of their throats when their tongues tentatively touched each other. How light-headed he felt was irrelevant when compared to the excitement and heat of their tongues touching, their lips caressing, becoming more demanding with their building confidence.

Tamaki had barely just broken away for air, before Kaoru had roughly turned his head to face him, forcing their lips to collide. He noted with slight surprise how much more forceful Kaoru could be when he wanted to. Kaoru tasted different from Hikaru, he used his tongue in different ways than his brother did and he kissed more deeply and intensely, his teeth playfully scraping against Tamaki’s lips every now and then. He sensed Hikaru beginning to undo his buttons impatiently and Tamaki felt his body responding more eagerly to the lips and the hands touching him. A groan was stifled by Kaoru’s mouth when he felt Hikaru’s lips brush against the skin on his chest, his tongue playfully finding and pressing against sensitive areas judging by Tamaki’s responses to them.

He wasn’t surprised when Hikaru’s fingers were fumbling with his belt. His own hands travelled along Hikaru’s, feeling their way to where his hands were trying undo his buckle and he began impatiently helping him unbuckle it, painfully aware of how tight his school trousers had unfortunately become. The older Hitachiin’s leg had slid in between his own and feeling the heat of his erection pressed against his jeans he decided to return the favour.

He heard Kaoru chuckle softly behind him. The worry and confusion of how this had all come out of nowhere, the dread of it all, the fact that he was actually doing something like this, with not just one guy, but two, began clawing up through his stomach but Kaoru’s hands caressing his back were gently melting those fears away. He hazily returned his vision to Hikaru and caught a glimpse of something that he suspected to be lubricant which completely blitzed away any doubts as to whether the twins had planned this or not. They’d definitely planned this, but Tamaki was too distracted by Hikaru’s hands slipping down his boxers to care why.

Kaoru’s spindly fingers had slipped through his hands and were tenderly navigating them towards Hikaru’s boxers. Tamaki took the hint. Hikaru’s hand on his cock was excruciating slow, drawing his gasps out slowly, so Tamaki reciprocated. A slurred laugh escaped the older Hitachiin mouth. Realising Tamaki’s game, he sped up. Kaoru was moaning behind him, rubbing against him from behind, his own breath becoming heavier, the pleasure welling up until it became unbearable. He fell back into Kaoru’s arms as he came, both the twins following not long after. He was vaguely aware of his sticky hand and boxers now and he blushed awkwardly, blushing now of all times…

The air was hot and heavy, ragged breathes slicing through the blanket of silence that had fallen over them. He closed his eyes, still leaning heavily in Kaoru’s embrace, his thoughts becoming sharper with the passing minutes. He felt that he had to say something now, before the time passed and this faded into an embarrassing incident that none of them would talk about again.

“So… are you going to tell me… what that… this… was… is… about…?”

Kaoru let Tamaki slide down in his arms a few inches to that his head was comfortably against his chest and he could effectively look down at him, “We wanted… to see if we could…”

Tamaki frowned at him, not really sure if he thought that was an adequate answer or not. Fortunately, Hikaru continued, “You were the first person that bothered to try connect with us.”

“We’re glad you’re too stupid to back down,” Kaoru laughed softly whilst Tamaki wondered whether he should be offended or not.

“We… wanted it to be you first, that’s all… We wanted to be able to… With other people, you know? But…”

“You know, today’s the day you happily intruded into our lives,” Kaoru smiled thoughtfully.

The Host Club King found it slightly surreal how quiet he was being today. He let Hikaru’s sentences fade into nothing, leaving the sentence unsaid. He didn’t really need to understand, he didn’t really need to say anything. It was all part of the fairytale the twins had built around themselves, their own reaction to their crumbling world was to bring somebody into it rather than to step out of it. There was nothing he felt he could say to that, but he did know what to do about the mess they were all standing in.

“I’m… erm… going to need to borrow those toiletries and clothes now…”

The solemn mood disappeared as the twin’s faces lit up again, “Oh, we’ll help you clean up.”