Ouran Fic: One Two Three
This is my one true love. Ouran fanfiction!
Title: One Two Three
Pairing: KyouKaoHika
Rating: K (T for anti-yaoi people)
Warnings: Yaoi. Threesome. OT3
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: I don't own Ouran. I want to. If you see it for sale, let me know.
One. Two. Three.
One Hitachiin was annoying.
“You don’t like me, do you?”
The other was a menace.
“You like him more than me!!”
And both were impossible.
“I thought you didn’t like us!!!”
Ootori Kyouya could not distinguish between his anger and annoyance at that very moment. He could simply be annoyed at the twins, make some offhand comment that they would retaliate, or he could be angry, explode at them and make them leave. Since he was really too tired to do either, he just settled back onto his bed and elbowed Hikaru in the side, harshly.
After a few moments of silence, during which the bespectacled boy had almost fallen asleep, Kaoru’s sweet voice broke the comfortable tension. “Is this a threesome?”
Hikaru answered. “There’s three of us, so I guess so.”
“But,” Kaoru protested, “You and I are twins, Hikaru. We’re the same people, practically-or at least by genes. Does that count?”
If the two started bickering now, he'd never get his much needed beauty sleep. Must. Stop. Twin’s. Voices.
“Yes, Kaoru,” he cut smoothly across Hikaru’s mumbled response, “Because no matter how similar you and your brother are, you will always be different. Just because you share the same parents, geans, cloths, food-“
“-sex buddy-“
“-and habits does not make you the same person. The law recognizes you as two separate individuals. If you killed someone, Hikaru would remain home while you went to jail. If Hikaru molested some poor child, he’d go to prison, not you.”
"Why am I the pedophile!?"
"Why am I the murderer?!"
"Would you two shut up!?"
"But you just said--"
He turned onto his stomach to block out the incessant talk from both sides of him, but instead he found himself enveloped in the twin’s famous double act; Hikaru curled his arms around the older boy’s waist while adopting his brother’s uke blush and nuzzling Kyouya’s shoulders while Kaoru slid down his front to rest his head between stomach and chest and entwined their legs. Kyouya didn’t have the strength to tall them off, and plus, the feel of two sets of arms wrapped securely around him certainly helped settle him into a deeper sense of belonging.
That was the only way either Hitachiin could get the youngest Ootori to cuddle. They called it a talent and exploited it every opportunity they got.