Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, or any of the characters used in this story. They belong to the series' creator. This story was written solely for the amusement of those choosing to read it and no copyright infringement was intended. All original ideas/concepts and the story itself are original (duh) and belong to me. Do not steal or archive elsewhere without my permission. WARNING: not beta'd. The actual lemon has been removed in order to comply with FFN's rating policy. You can find the uncensored version on my AO3 account under the same username. Suffice to say that there was a blowjob at the beginning of this chapter, and now it's over. Enjoy.

"Wha. . .what's wrong, Mori?" the boy asked hesitantly when he finally regained some shred of composure, propping his upper body up on his elbows. He caught the third-year's somber gaze with a questioning glance, the shadow of a smile sneaking its way onto his boyish face. Morinozuka ran his tongue over his lips slowly as he carefully weighed his options, thinking hard before opening his mouth to commit to any given action. A hundred questions were racing through his head, but now did not seem like the best time to ask any of them. "Come on, what's on your mind now?"

"You are," Morinozuka answered honestly as he got to his feet, straightening the waist of his hakama. The boy below him was one of the Hitachiin twins, to be sure, but Morinozuka had never been able to tell one from the other. In the last week, he had awoken to find himself spending time with each brother, always groggy and never quite certain what the conversation had entailed. But was it Kaoru, or Hikaru, that he had just. . .? Morinozuka shook his head, sighing as he silently chastised himself. It was a strange thing not to know, but the name still eluded him. He opted for a less condemning, but equally important, question. "Can I ask why you're doing this?"

"What do you mean?" the boy feigned ignorance, and Morinozuka redirected his attention to his underclassman. Hikaru or Kaoru, whichever one he was, had pulled his pants back up, and was in the process of fastening them. Morinozuka stepped out of the way as the younger boy also stood, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he did so. The boy placed a hand on his hip, trying to cover his embarrassment with forced indignation.

"Hikaru," he was guessing at the name when he said it, was hoping that he was right when his gaze narrowed to a glare and his tone turned harsh. The boy's eyes widened when he realized that he had been caught, and his mouth worked silently for a moment. Once the moment was over, Hikaru sighed, shoulders slumping and hand slipping off his hip to fall limply at his side. He looked vulnerable, small and insecure, standing half-naked in front of Morinozuka like he was awaiting execution. The older boy got the distinct impression that there was something he was missing.

"I just. . . At first, I just wanted to know why Kaoru wanted to spend so much time with you," Hikaru confessed, staring pointedly at the dojo floor. This was not quite what Morinozuka had been expecting, but then again, nothing in the last week had been quite what he had expected. In light of this, he kept his mouth shut and let Hikaru continue. "I mean, you're a robot. A boring, weird, seasonally defective robot. Why should he want to spend his time with you instead of with me? But then, I started getting closer to you, and —"

"I don't believe this."

Hikaru's head jerked up, his expression a mask of pained confusion. Morinozuka turned away with a disgusted shake of his head, walking towards the sliding door. The brunet reached out to him tentatively, but pulled back at the last second before touching skin. He watched, devastated, as his companion left, the door slamming against the frame as Morinozuka practically threw it shut in his frustration. Hikaru dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to hold back tears. . .

Tears that were quickly replaced by a mischievous smirk and cunning gleam in his eyes. Kaoru dropped the abandoned lover act, hand back on his hip at that jaunty angle as he whistled for his twin. The real Hikaru peered into the room around the edge of the sliding door, mirroring his brother's smirk. They met half-way, Kaoru clasping Hikaru's arms just below the elbow and Hikaru tucking his fingers into the front of Kaoru's pants.

"Think he has a clue?"

"Maybe," Kaoru responded happily, thumping his forehead against Hikaru's, grinning. "But I just love torturing him when he's sleepy, you know?"