Err... Hello? x3
I'm Yuuka, I just joined this community, but I've sort of lurked on and off in the past for the fics. ;3
Thought I'd post something. Uhhh. If I can figure out how.
Anyway, this fic was a request from a friend of mine, so basically I tried my best even though it's not really my style I guess. It was haaaaaard. >.<;; Constructive criticism welcome.
Perhaps it was their mother’s fault the Hitachiin brothers enjoyed dress-up and pretend so much. Hikaru swept the possibility away; he wouldn’t blame his mother for the rules they were breaking.
Mrs. Hitachiin used to dress them up sometimes - cutesy, frilly little things that made them look like two porcelain dolls; like neither would look quite complete without the other.
The need for each other was still obvious. However, the frills, and any dying remains of cuteness left in the Hitachiin twin’s bedroom was about to evaporate. They were playing a new kind of pretend - one they’d been practicing for some time, and were getting much better at.
Kaoru’s hands were cuffed together, and that set of handcuffs was attached to Hikaru’s headboard with a second set of cuffs. He wore nothing but a pair of simple white boxers and, sitting stiffly and warily in the centre of the bed, his whimpers were the only sound that could be heard in the room, save for the occasional creak of floorboards beneath Hikaru’s feet.
Hikaru was fully clothed, if not sent to the extreme of overdressed. In an expensive-looking black suit, he took his time walking towards his imprisoned brother, a teasing smirk playing across his lips. His face was, for the most part, boastful and cruel-looking, though his eyes still had trouble playing along with this sherade.
“H-Hikaru?” Kaoru uttered, and Hikaru had to hold his breath. Despite the number of times they’d done this routine, Kaoru was always better at acting his part than Hikaru was.
“Shut up.” Hikaru said finally, and sat down on the side of the bed.
They both paused for a moment, and neither could tell whether the other was still acting or not. They just stared at each other, startled once more (as they always were when they played this game) that they were, in fact, two different people.
Kaoru got them back on track.
“Hikaru, I -”
Hikaru reached up and grabbed his brother’s chin, roughly. He seemed to almost lift Kaoru off the bed.
“You may address me as ‘Master’.” He said, calmly, though a hint of real satisfaction shone through.
“Y-yes… Master…”
Kaoru turned his head away from his brother, hiding the pink in his cheeks. However, Hikaru wouldn’t allow it, and he forced his brother’s head back up so they were looking at each other. Kaoru’s eyes were watery with practised fear, and Hikaru tried to turn his soft smile into a menacing smirk. He wasn’t sure how well it was working and, half in frustration and half because he couldn’t wait any longer, he kissed his brother, full on the lips. Hard.
He could hear Kaoru try to protest and feel his body squirm and thrash in an attempt to get away, but Hikaru was hungry now, so he pressed his full body weight against his captive. Pinned to the bed with his hands held helplessly above his head, Kaoru’s complaints soon disintegrated in a fury of hot kisses.
Hikaru was running out of air, but he couldn’t bring himself to part from Kaoru - partially because he wanted to outdo his brother. As if sensing Hikaru’s pride was in danger, Kaoru began struggling beneath him again, like he trying to say he too needed air.
Gasping as Hikaru pulled away, Kaoru let out a moan that made the hair on Hikaru’s neck stand up straight.
“Hikaru… Please…”
Hikaru lifted a hand and slapped Kaoru across the cheek.
“I said Master!” he hissed, and Kaoru tearfully nodded.
“Master… P-please, no!”
Hikaru sneered.
“That word, coming from you, means nothing in here. You know that.” He snarled into Kaoru’s ear, and he felt Kaoru shudder. He paused to feel Kaoru’s still-recovering breath against his neck before lifting himself up slightly. He was fairly sure Kaoru wouldn’t try to get away now.
“M-Master?”
“Unbutton my shirt.”
“Yes.”
Kaoru did as he was told, and Hikaru enjoyed the familiar dominance of his role. When Kaoru was finished with the buttons, Hikaru reached up and almost tore his tie from his neck, tossing it against the headboard. It slid down to the pillow beside Kaoru’s head.
“Kiss me.”
“Y-yes, Master,” Kaoru breathed, and leaned in towards Hikaru’s already-swollen lips. Hikaru grinned.
“Not there.”
Kaoru whimpered and Hikaru raised a hand as menacingly as he could. His younger brother winced, then nodded, and Hikaru pulled a key out of his right pocket and undid the handcuffs that secured Kaoru to the bed. Half-freed, Kaoru glanced up at Hikaru, but after receiving a threatening glare in return he simply leaned forward and undid his Master’s pants.
Suppressing his moans was more difficult tonight, but Hikaru was rather pleased with himself by the time his brother came up. He almost laughed at the bitter look on his brother’s face, but remembered his role quickly.
“Swallow.”
Kaoru swallowed.
“Good boy,” he said mockingly, patting his brother on the head. “You’re getting pretty okay at that.”
Hikaru thought he saw Kaoru’s true questioning gaze shine through for a moment -- "What's that supposed to mean?" -- but he chose to ignore it and instead took the opportunity to grab the younger boy’s shoulder fiercely and turn him onto his stomach. Once more, he pinned Kaoru down to the bed under his own body weight.
“Master!”
“Spread your legs.”
“Master, please! No!”
“Spread your legs and lift yourself up.”
There was somewhat of a struggle as Hikaru became impatient and forced Kaoru up, eventually accidentally backhanding his brother in the face. Kaoru hung his head and sobbed, and Hikaru worried for a moment that he was in actual pain from being hit. However, Kaoru’s current position called to Hikaru much louder than the sobbing did, and Hikaru just hoped his brother was still acting.
Yanking Kaoru’s boxers down violently, Hikaru’s impatience and greed was becoming apparent. He didn’t think he was alone, however; Kaoru’s body was shaking his anticipation and the sobbing had stopped - apparently he’d been acting after all.
Hikaru considered a rough entrance; just getting right into it seemed like a welcome plan. However, a sly grin broke across his face as another idea came to mind, and instead he licked his forefinger and traced it down his brother’s back, watching as his pale body shivered. Pressing the finger into his brother, he bit his lip to fight back the satisfied smile that threatened to steal across his face at the loud moan Kaoru let out.
One finger. Two fingers. Three.
He was slow, and unusually patient. He was just about ready to burst with anticipation himself, but he was determined to make sure his brother burst first. Finally, he did.
“H-Hikaru! Just put it in!” Kaoru cried urgently, and Hikaru knew they weren’t acting anymore.
Suddenly Hikaru was Hikaru again and Kaoru was Kaoru again and they were each other and the same, mentally and physically. The urgency in their movements were not pretend.
---
Some time later, Hikaru woke slowly and peeled himself away from his brother. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
He grinned as he turned to look once more at his brother’s pale, sleeping figure. Kaoru’s breathing was slow and steady, though it sounded a little raspy. It was understandable; his voice would be raspy too if he’d done that much yelling.
Hikaru grinned and tore his gaze from his brother, instead looking over at the handcuffs still half-attached to the headboard. His grin changed from affectionate to thoughtful.
The Hitachiin twins were getting better and better at dress-up and pretend. However, it wasn’t the innocent, playful pretend their mother had taught them, but a dark and unspeakable pretend that wasn’t actually as far from the truth as sometimes pretend seemed to be.
Maybe they still liked pretend because of the memories. Or perhaps because they needed to find an excuse for the rules they were breaking. Or - Hikaru grinned - maybe they were just bored.
Or maybe they liked pretend because it meant that for a short period of time they really were two different people - so when they merged once more into one, it was ever more significant.
FIN.
Eheheh... Tell me what you think? ^^;;
Thought I'd post something. Uhhh. If I can figure out how.
Anyway, this fic was a request from a friend of mine, so basically I tried my best even though it's not really my style I guess. It was haaaaaard. >.<;; Constructive criticism welcome.
Perhaps it was their mother’s fault the Hitachiin brothers enjoyed dress-up and pretend so much. Hikaru swept the possibility away; he wouldn’t blame his mother for the rules they were breaking.
Mrs. Hitachiin used to dress them up sometimes - cutesy, frilly little things that made them look like two porcelain dolls; like neither would look quite complete without the other.
The need for each other was still obvious. However, the frills, and any dying remains of cuteness left in the Hitachiin twin’s bedroom was about to evaporate. They were playing a new kind of pretend - one they’d been practicing for some time, and were getting much better at.
Kaoru’s hands were cuffed together, and that set of handcuffs was attached to Hikaru’s headboard with a second set of cuffs. He wore nothing but a pair of simple white boxers and, sitting stiffly and warily in the centre of the bed, his whimpers were the only sound that could be heard in the room, save for the occasional creak of floorboards beneath Hikaru’s feet.
Hikaru was fully clothed, if not sent to the extreme of overdressed. In an expensive-looking black suit, he took his time walking towards his imprisoned brother, a teasing smirk playing across his lips. His face was, for the most part, boastful and cruel-looking, though his eyes still had trouble playing along with this sherade.
“H-Hikaru?” Kaoru uttered, and Hikaru had to hold his breath. Despite the number of times they’d done this routine, Kaoru was always better at acting his part than Hikaru was.
“Shut up.” Hikaru said finally, and sat down on the side of the bed.
They both paused for a moment, and neither could tell whether the other was still acting or not. They just stared at each other, startled once more (as they always were when they played this game) that they were, in fact, two different people.
Kaoru got them back on track.
“Hikaru, I -”
Hikaru reached up and grabbed his brother’s chin, roughly. He seemed to almost lift Kaoru off the bed.
“You may address me as ‘Master’.” He said, calmly, though a hint of real satisfaction shone through.
“Y-yes… Master…”
Kaoru turned his head away from his brother, hiding the pink in his cheeks. However, Hikaru wouldn’t allow it, and he forced his brother’s head back up so they were looking at each other. Kaoru’s eyes were watery with practised fear, and Hikaru tried to turn his soft smile into a menacing smirk. He wasn’t sure how well it was working and, half in frustration and half because he couldn’t wait any longer, he kissed his brother, full on the lips. Hard.
He could hear Kaoru try to protest and feel his body squirm and thrash in an attempt to get away, but Hikaru was hungry now, so he pressed his full body weight against his captive. Pinned to the bed with his hands held helplessly above his head, Kaoru’s complaints soon disintegrated in a fury of hot kisses.
Hikaru was running out of air, but he couldn’t bring himself to part from Kaoru - partially because he wanted to outdo his brother. As if sensing Hikaru’s pride was in danger, Kaoru began struggling beneath him again, like he trying to say he too needed air.
Gasping as Hikaru pulled away, Kaoru let out a moan that made the hair on Hikaru’s neck stand up straight.
“Hikaru… Please…”
Hikaru lifted a hand and slapped Kaoru across the cheek.
“I said Master!” he hissed, and Kaoru tearfully nodded.
“Master… P-please, no!”
Hikaru sneered.
“That word, coming from you, means nothing in here. You know that.” He snarled into Kaoru’s ear, and he felt Kaoru shudder. He paused to feel Kaoru’s still-recovering breath against his neck before lifting himself up slightly. He was fairly sure Kaoru wouldn’t try to get away now.
“M-Master?”
“Unbutton my shirt.”
“Yes.”
Kaoru did as he was told, and Hikaru enjoyed the familiar dominance of his role. When Kaoru was finished with the buttons, Hikaru reached up and almost tore his tie from his neck, tossing it against the headboard. It slid down to the pillow beside Kaoru’s head.
“Kiss me.”
“Y-yes, Master,” Kaoru breathed, and leaned in towards Hikaru’s already-swollen lips. Hikaru grinned.
“Not there.”
Kaoru whimpered and Hikaru raised a hand as menacingly as he could. His younger brother winced, then nodded, and Hikaru pulled a key out of his right pocket and undid the handcuffs that secured Kaoru to the bed. Half-freed, Kaoru glanced up at Hikaru, but after receiving a threatening glare in return he simply leaned forward and undid his Master’s pants.
Suppressing his moans was more difficult tonight, but Hikaru was rather pleased with himself by the time his brother came up. He almost laughed at the bitter look on his brother’s face, but remembered his role quickly.
“Swallow.”
Kaoru swallowed.
“Good boy,” he said mockingly, patting his brother on the head. “You’re getting pretty okay at that.”
Hikaru thought he saw Kaoru’s true questioning gaze shine through for a moment -- "What's that supposed to mean?" -- but he chose to ignore it and instead took the opportunity to grab the younger boy’s shoulder fiercely and turn him onto his stomach. Once more, he pinned Kaoru down to the bed under his own body weight.
“Master!”
“Spread your legs.”
“Master, please! No!”
“Spread your legs and lift yourself up.”
There was somewhat of a struggle as Hikaru became impatient and forced Kaoru up, eventually accidentally backhanding his brother in the face. Kaoru hung his head and sobbed, and Hikaru worried for a moment that he was in actual pain from being hit. However, Kaoru’s current position called to Hikaru much louder than the sobbing did, and Hikaru just hoped his brother was still acting.
Yanking Kaoru’s boxers down violently, Hikaru’s impatience and greed was becoming apparent. He didn’t think he was alone, however; Kaoru’s body was shaking his anticipation and the sobbing had stopped - apparently he’d been acting after all.
Hikaru considered a rough entrance; just getting right into it seemed like a welcome plan. However, a sly grin broke across his face as another idea came to mind, and instead he licked his forefinger and traced it down his brother’s back, watching as his pale body shivered. Pressing the finger into his brother, he bit his lip to fight back the satisfied smile that threatened to steal across his face at the loud moan Kaoru let out.
One finger. Two fingers. Three.
He was slow, and unusually patient. He was just about ready to burst with anticipation himself, but he was determined to make sure his brother burst first. Finally, he did.
“H-Hikaru! Just put it in!” Kaoru cried urgently, and Hikaru knew they weren’t acting anymore.
Suddenly Hikaru was Hikaru again and Kaoru was Kaoru again and they were each other and the same, mentally and physically. The urgency in their movements were not pretend.
---
Some time later, Hikaru woke slowly and peeled himself away from his brother. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
He grinned as he turned to look once more at his brother’s pale, sleeping figure. Kaoru’s breathing was slow and steady, though it sounded a little raspy. It was understandable; his voice would be raspy too if he’d done that much yelling.
Hikaru grinned and tore his gaze from his brother, instead looking over at the handcuffs still half-attached to the headboard. His grin changed from affectionate to thoughtful.
The Hitachiin twins were getting better and better at dress-up and pretend. However, it wasn’t the innocent, playful pretend their mother had taught them, but a dark and unspeakable pretend that wasn’t actually as far from the truth as sometimes pretend seemed to be.
Maybe they still liked pretend because of the memories. Or perhaps because they needed to find an excuse for the rules they were breaking. Or - Hikaru grinned - maybe they were just bored.
Or maybe they liked pretend because it meant that for a short period of time they really were two different people - so when they merged once more into one, it was ever more significant.
FIN.
Eheheh... Tell me what you think? ^^;;