Title: Second Nature
Rated: PG-15, possibly R to the more conservative
Pairing: HikaruKaoru (twincest…yes, that’s a warning!)
Comments: Let’s say this takes place after the two are out of school and Haruhi is off on her honeymoon with Tamaki (indulge me here) so the issue of Haruhi and Hikaru is taken care of. XD I actually don’t believe the twins are total reflections, as is supported and presented quite nicely by the manga, but…for the sake of this fic, that’s the premise. ^^ Hope you enjoy it anyway! EDIT: Oh yeah, forgot to mention…this is my first time writing the twins. Next time, I hope to make it more light-hearted ^^

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When Hikaru leaned forward, it seemed only natural that Kaoru do the same. Ever balanced, ever reflections. Movement isochronal and a single thought sharpening within their minds—that of all the games they had ever devised, this was the epitome of their brilliance.

Their lips touched for only a moment, breath mingling, eyes open and watching each other with alert and searching gazes despite the late hour.

“Hikaru,” Kaoru whispered. Hikaru’s hand pushed gently at his shoulder and he willingly rolled to his back, Hikaru rising over him. The sheets had fallen away, caught over the curve of Hikaru’s backside.

Kaoru watched him with slightly drawn brows. The moonlight traced contours over the curves of Hikaru’s face, whose brows were also drawn just a fraction. There was uncertainty there, but the fact that they shared that uncertainty made it somehow…less worrisome.

Because despite the hesitance, both knew that the press of Hikaru’s hips on Kaoru’s, the steady racing of their pulses, their linked hands…it was all too familiar to really question. After all, Hikaru’s mouth was merely an extension of Kaoru’s and if he wanted to reach up and cover it with his own, it would be nothing more than the natural order of things.

And so he did. Hikaru met him halfway, pressing him back down into the pillow. His hands disentangled from Hikaru’s, reaching instead for the strong slope of Hikaru’s back, muscles shifting beneath his fingers.

The twins were aware that a bridge had been crossed, that the nature of their so-called brotherly love had been altered. But as they lay together, their limbs twined in ways unimagined by other siblings, neither could argue that it was anything less than perfect.

The end.