My Choice

Chapter 16

The sun shone in through the thin curtains cascading over the window and cast a gentle, warm in the room. Five bodies were littered around the large game room, soft snoring coming from two of the bodies. Birds were chirping their jovial morning song just outside the room. It was such a serene Sunday morning…

"Why the fuck did I allow that to happen?!"

The hushed whisper of a frantic female fell on deaf ears, the boys sleeping around the room too far deep into unconsciousness to stir at the angered whisper.

Haruhi was pacing just outside the bathroom door, peaking in every once in a while to see the sleeping form of a boy who looked just like her boyfriend. Dread and guilt swept over her with each glance she took at the sleeping Kaoru on the bathroom floor. The memories- however hazy and blurred- of the previous night were achingly fresh in her mind. She tried to blame it on the booze, on the weed, but she knew better. She wasn't that far gone to not know what she was doing, but now- in the aftermath- she wanted so badly to have bee fucked up enough to not remember, that way she could deny it happened.

No matter how many times she tried to force the memories from her mind, they kept replaying behind her eyes.

Why…?

Haruhi looked around the room, trying to find solace in the sleeping forms of her friends; Mori stretched out on a couch with Honey wedged between his side and the back of the couch, Tamaki passed out on the other couch, his hand dangling off the edge and barely touching Kyoya's shoulder as he was asleep slouched against the couch, Hikaru sitting upwards on the couch- Tamaki's feet in his lap- fast asleep. Haruhi quietly made her way to Hikaru and knelt in front of him, her hands resting on his knees as she looked up into his serene face.

How could she have done this to the boy she loved? With his twin brother no less?

"Ah, Kaoru!" Haruhi's back arched, her lust-ridden eyes snapping down to the ginger head in between her legs. Her thin fingers wound in his hair as his tongue wreaked havoc on her, filling her with such a raw passion that she had never felt before. It felt nothing like the way Hikaru would pleasure her. There was something more animalistic, raw, ardent about the way Kaoru was pleasuring her…

Tears stung at Haruhi's eyes as a foggy memory passed through her mind. She knew there was no way to recover from this. Kaoru may not remember, but she did, and she couldn't go on being with Hikaru knowing she cheated on him with his brother.

"Fuck, Haru…" Kaoru's head was thrown back against the bathroom wall, one of his hands cupping the back of Haruhi's head as she took him deep in her mouth. He briefly wondered if Hikaru had felt this much pleasure when Haruhi went down on him, but the thought quickly faded as Haruhi did such a beautifully erotic twirl of her tongue to set him over the edge. "Haruhi…"

"I'm so sorry, Hika… I'm so sorry…" She laid her head on his knee, silent tears streaking down her cheeks. The guilt was stabbing at her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She cheated on Hikaru, plain and simple. High, drunk, fucked up, whatever- she cheated, and there was no excuse that could make it okay, make him forgive her. Haruhi wasn't one to experiment with drugs, with drinking, but there was something about the boys of the Host Club- her dear friends- that made her want to try. She had heard of peer pressure, but this was a different type of pressure. It was self-pressure; Haruhi wanted to 'fit in' with the others so she drank and smoked. She was a teenager, so didn't it mean she had to experiment? Even so Haruhi was a bright girl… and she knew better. This was the outcome of experimenting…

Haruhi was a moaning mess as Kaoru moved his fingers in and out of her. Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her that this was wrong, that the boy hovering over her, giving her such a sexy smirk, was the wrong boy. Haruhi- loving the way her body welcomed Kaoru's touch- ignored that pesky buzz and clutched his shoulders, crying out his name…