Kyousuke pushed the door to his apartment aside, soaked through and tired to the bone. He'd been out all day, looking for him, and with absolutely no luck. He moved out of the way as Kurumi followed him in, then Manami and Takashi, their faces sober, and resolvedly as tired as his.
"No luck again." he mumbled as he pushed his shoes off, taking only a moment to bang most of the water out of them. His ire caught him at the thought of what could happen and he fumed absently, "If you just hadn't pushed, everything would have been fine!" But regretted it as soon as he saw the look on their faces, each giving him a cold glare.
"Well," Manami said, the first one to speak. "if you weren't so indecisive..." she paused, making her words cut him deep. "we wouldn't have had to!"
"That's right!" Kurumi bellowed loudly. "If you'd just choose Hikaru-chan and get it over with none of this would have happened!"
Manami glared at Kurumi icily, her own anger finding an expression. "What do you mean Hikaru-chan?! Ayukawa-san is much better for brother!"
"Ha!" Kurumi replied heatedly. "Better?! She'd leave a worthless nothing like him in no time!"
They exchanged their anger mutely only for a moment long then turned to Kyousuke, still sitting in the same position. "You're right." Manami chided, her ire now directed back at her brother. "As a matter of fact, I don't think Hikaru-chan would stay either! Not with a looser like brother!"
Kyousuke winced at the words. They didn't need to be so harsh. After all, HE was the victim. Wasn't he? "Now wait just a minute!"
"Kyousuke!" Takashi interjected, cutting his son off before everyone's anger seethed past the breaking point. "Manami! Kurumi! There is no time to argue! We must find Kyousuke's twin immediately or we might have to move again! Do you all want that?"
A sigh permeated the room, and they responded in unison, "No, father."
"Good!" Takashi bellowed sternly, amazed by his own authority in the moment. "Now, each of you eat, and get back out there. We meet back here at eight, is that clear?"
Again, in unison, "Yes, father." The three walked off to their tasks dutifully, but one could see the hopelessness in their movements.
Still, Kyousuke mumbled to himself: If they just hadn't pushed him into a decision, everything would have been fine. His mind wandered back to what had happened in the living room of the apartment not four hours before.
Kyousuke had just woken up, but Manami and Kurumi were already into it. They both had an opinion of who he should date, and didn't mind telling him so.
Their arguments ranged in his mind even now. Ayukawa was more adult, mature, and -in his mind- quite beautiful. But Hikaru was young, and gay, always happy, and always showing that bright smile that he loved so much. Then again, Ayukawa was alluring. Sexy in a way that he couldn't really describe. Even the way she moved spoke of untold treasures, laying beneath the thick exterior. But Hikaru, she was sexy in her own right. Outgoing, and bold. Willing to give if asked, and enjoy every minute of it.
But, as ever, the twins didn't leave it to him.
"Brother!" Manami chided. "You must see that Ayukawa-san is the best. Dump Hikaru now or I'll never forgive you!"
"NO!" Kurumi had answered. "Hikaru-chan is the best! Drop Ayukawa-san right away!"
The girls had squared off instantly.
"Hikaru-chan!"
"Ayukawa-san!"
"Hikaru-chan!"
"Ayukawa-san!"
Then they'd began to pull on his arms, each their way as they made their point. He'd been stuck. Hopeless.
"Hikaru!"
"Ayukawa!"
"Hikaru!"
"Ayukawa!"
Then, in one bust, each had pulled him apart. Two Kyousuke's with two very different minds. But they hadn't found that out until the doppleganger Kyousuke had started to make passes at each of the twins.
Kyousuke grumbled painfully at the memory. His twin's actions had already cost him a few slaps. "It wasn't me." just didn’t cut it when you had an angry girl staring you strait in the face. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if his twin ran into Ayukawa, or Hikaru. The ramifications would be disastrous!

Ayukawa dashed about her living room, setting the stage for her plans. She'd picked a few easy tones for the music, and a nice, deeply cut, and latticed dress that left little to be imagined. It clung uncomfortably to her body even now as she began at the feast she would tease him with. The very thought of his suffering brought a giggle to her lips. She would certainly have him begging before the day was over.
She'd just added a hint of sake into the pot when the bell rang, calling her from the kitchen. She wondered, if only momentarily who it could be. But when she'd opened the door and found Kyousuke standing there, she almost felt she couldn't go through with it. He looked an awful sight.
But even as she considered it, the old rage flew through her mind. What was he doing here? she asked herself. And the only conclusion that she could think of was that he hadn't had enough in the park. He was here to get something nice from her as well. She smiled at the thought. Oh, yes. I'll give you something nice.
"Kasuga-kun!" she voiced. "What are you doing here? And soaked at that! Come in, come in!"
Kyousuke pushed a foot through the door, gauging everything he took in. What was with all the fur? He couldn't remember a leopard skin being over the couch the last time he was over. "Hi." he mumbled as she shut the door behind them, trying to find the word to what he was going to say next.
She never gave him the chance. "Come on, Kasuga-kun." she said as she wrapped an arm in his. "Sit on the couch and I'll go get you something to eat. You look absolutely ravished!"
Kyousuke stared back at her as the word seeped through into his soggy brain. Had she said ravished? He was sure she did. But... wait, that doesn't make any sense. Except...
"Now, you sit down, dear." she said, pushing gently at his chest with a gentle caress of her fingertips. "And I'll be right.... " she paused, leaning over to him to whisper the last word into his ear. "back."
Kyousuke could feel his body humming with a new glee. Maybe he should pop in unannounced more often. But still, he regressed, it wasn't right. And as much as he did try to keep his eyes of her backside as it shifted underneath the tight, black miniskirt, he couldn't. The gallant reflex already started to nudge at his pants.
Ayukawa moved over to the stereo, leaning over to the panel slowly and pushing one, long finger into the button to start the music. She could feel the touch of his eyes on her body as she straitened back, feel the heat in his gaze. Everything was going just.... as..... planned.
She moved to the kitchen, taking care to use the time it took to give small, if bold hints to him. Once behind the curtain that cut the kitchen off from the main room, she moved all too quickly. She had planned on at least two hours to prepare. The oysters were fine, but the sauce she'd cooked up to go with the appetizers was still much too salty, tasting of vinegar and sake rather than the sweet, robust taste it should have.
She cursed at the ladle, then glared at the pot. There wasn't time to cook now! She had to serve it, or risk losing the mood. She gathered everything up quickly, depositing the various items in their places on the large crystal serving platter she'd chosen.
Lifting it, she thought she'd made too much, but thought the better of it. So much the better to shift the mood in her direction! She just hoped Kyousuke didn't mind the sauce.

Hikaru sat in her bed, lazily moving through a book she'd chosen at random. The bodice ripper she'd chosen was a good one. Not too sweet, and not so sexy that it obscured the characters. She liked romance novels. Liked them to the point that she only read romance and manga, and even that only the shiojo stuff. She liked the thrill she got of listening in on the relationships, both physical and emotional. She like the thought of a happy ending, both vertical and horizontal, although her thoughts always turned horizontal.
She'd just gotten into the third chapter when the doorbell rang, pulling her out of it. She huffed a sigh, and stared out the window. Who would be coming around in this weather? she mused. Well, she thought: whatever it is I've got to get it. Mom's expecting a package and I'm the only one home.
She rushed down the stairs, only stopping along the way to curse whoever it was outside for ringing the damn bell so much. "Hold on a minute, will ya?!" she bellowed, then continued down the steps quickly.
"Geez!" she cursed, and threw the door open. She stood agape, looking at a drenched Kyousuke. "Senpai!" she screamed, grabbing him in her patented Hikaru Hug (tm). "LUCKY!!"

Ayukawa placed the tray on the coffee table, and curved her body into the seat beside Kyousuke, using every inch of her form. She could feel his nervous twitch through the couch and felt a small part of the justice she'd wanted. Dammit. He'd regret putting me off. no. Putting Hikaru off like that.
She leaned to him, her fingers moving across the gap between them to tease at his nose, "Would you like something nice?" she said sensuously, sending her voice deep as she intoned the words.
"Ha... Hai!" he tumbled out, bemused. Ayukawa was... being rather forward, he thought. Maybe she's had enough! Maybe she really wants me! Maybe... but he couldn't finish the thought, and grappled at his nose quickly. Not one drop spilled.
"Hmm?" Ayukawa asked, seeing his reaction. "What's wrong?" she queried as she picked up a small prawn and dipped it in the sauce.
"Huh? No, no. Hahahah!" he laughed nervously. "I must be allergic to something, that's all." Then added quickly, "Hay fever. That must be it. Spring and all, you know."
Ayukawa caged a smile, not letting the giggle she felt show as she lifted the prawn to her lips and slowly curved them around it, pulling the tangy sauce from it's body. Then, with a sultry glance as it left her lips. "Would you like some?" and moved her chest slowly over to him, giving him a great view of her full chest.
"Ah... ahahhaa.." he stuttered, his jaw almost banging at his kneecaps. "S... sure."
"Mmnmm." she moaned as she closed her eyes in mock pleasure and leaned to him, placing it just out of reach of his mouth teasingly. He opened wide, and moved slightly forward. She pulled it back playfully, then slowly placed it in his waiting lips. A secret thrill grew in her spine. She was starting to be effected by the mood herself.
Kyousuke was more than effected as he chewed slowly at the prawn. He'd never seen this side of Ayukawa. The change was enormous. If he'd thought she was sexy before, this new Madoka -yes, Madoka- blew the old one away. He could hardly stand it when she smile up at him and said, "Oh, but you didn't get any of my sauce." and dipped a lazy finger in the brown liquid and lifted it to his lips. He took her finger in slowly and pulled the juice from it. He could do nothing else.
"Sweet?" she asked, her eyes alight with an energy he'd never seen in her before.
"Uh.... mm." he responded, not sure what else to say. Was he being seduced? He had no idea.
But Ayukawa knew as she scooted towards him, pulling one firm thigh up over the other as she leaned into his chest. And she was doing her best. But as she felt his lips on her skin, she couldn't denigh the thought that she might want to be seduced herself. His needy gaze, and strong body seemed all the more welcome as another tingle went up her spine, then down into the center of her. She almost had to pull back and shake herself to keep from getting carried away.

Hikaru was back on her bed, with Kyousuke sitting beside her. They'd ended up back there with only minimal protest from Kyousuke, who, Hikaru mused, felt different somehow. His allure was somehow stronger today as he leaned a bit closer to her. She could almost feel the color rising to her cheeks even now.
"You were reading?" he asked, gazing directly into her eyes.
She stuttered, caught by the intensity of his gaze, then mentally shook herself. It was just her imagination. It had to be. "Oh, uh. I was just getting into the third...." she paused, caught again by his deep eyes. "chapter."
"Hmm?" he asked, "Let me see." and glanced down to the book. She handed it over readily.
He pulled it open to her place and scanned the page. "Oo!" he intoned intensely, then began to read out loud. "She pulled him into her arms and pressed her lips to his. She could already feel the thrill grow within' her as his hands came about her waist. Could already feel the depth of his breath as his tongue entered her sweet, succulent mouth. "
He put the book down slowly, his eyes gazing strait through her. "Sounds interesting...." and caught her neck with a caress. She didn't even protest when he pulled her to him, and pressed his lips to hers.

Ayukawa was too struck by what she felt that she couldn't even speak. She had reached for the tea pot, as had he. Their hands had met in the middle, a spike of electricity had raced up her arm and strait to the core of her at the contact. For the life of her she couldn't even pull her eyes away from his.
She blushed, then he. She pulled back, then he. Things were getting much too serious now. The feelings that raced through her body too confusing to bend and shape to what she wanted to do.
She got up quickly, caught by the cowardice that seeped into her. There was no way she could go through with this. No way at all.
"A... Ayukawa." he cut into her thoughts.
She stuttered as she felt his gaze on her back. Her knees went weak and she suddenly had the urge to sit and bury herself in that strong chest. She... she couldn't. What about.... But her body paid her no mind. It knew what it wanted.
She plopped down quickly, her spine overtaken by the white hot spires that etched their way into her. She leaned back, although she couldn't really remember wanting to. And her hand found his. Then her lips found his. Then his hands found her.
She could feel the heat grow inside her. Feel the fires burn brighter by the second as she melted to him, her entire body wanting, needing to be one with his. She felt his tongue in her mouth, and pulled back slightly. Then, as the passionate blur raged into her mind, she slackened to his touch, giving him everything she was in that one kiss.
He felt the heat, and embraced it, and her, fully. His hands found her body, soft, and pleasing as she drifting into his embrace, her own heat rising his so that he could not stop himself as his fingers curled around her bottom, pulling her atop him, straddling his sex.
She felt a surge of heat as her centre grazed against his, and in that moment, knew that there was no turning back.

Hikaru lay below him a he rifled through her clothing, almost tearing it off her body in quick, heaving gasps. The heat of his intense desire excited her in a way she couldn't begin to explain, or want to. She only knew that here, and now she would finally taste the heaven she had only dreamt of in her wildest fantasies.
She gasped as her breasts caressed the bitter chill in the air. Then moaned as his hands grappled about them, giving room for his lips as her nipples perked to almost painful rigidity.
Her own hands were not idle, throwing open his shirt as her hands, and nails searched for his skin, digging mercilessly into his back in wild, feral grasps.
He moaned as the pain trickled into his body, and she as it hit hers. All the rage, all the passion, at one excruciating moment gripping her in the fierce hands of lust.

Ayukawa bit back a moan that surged up through her body as she felt his white hot hands caress her bosom. She writhed in the agony of her own desire as he squeezed, then bared one breast to him, his lips forever embalmed on hers, suckling her lips one by one, then lashing her with his tongue.
She squealed aloud, biting down harshly on his lip as she felt his body surge upwards in desperate need. And even as her sex grated against him, she could still feel where the first touch had been, inching into her and spreading from the center, as if an itch impossible to scratch.
She pulled her lips away from him, and took his hand in hers, squeezing her own breast through his touch as she licked her way down his throat, her other hand plucking at the buttons of his shirt.
He groaned aloud, his own hands falling free of his control as one massaged her buttocks, the other tautly controlled by hers, driving his passions even higher at her touch.

Hikaru screamed aloud as she felt the zipper of her pants fly open in one arrogant slash. She gasped for breath as she too pulled at his, digging deep into the thatch that surrounded his sex as her other hand pulled his pants wide. She could barely contain the urge to hold her breath, her face red, her body thrown to the shores of her own desires as she felt him edged the border of her pants down, and her underwear along with them.
She grappled him in her hand, pulling him upright out of the constraint of his pants as he threw hers down about her ankles, forcing a grunt from his sweat-ridden chest. And again, she could feel his weight atop her, thrilling her heat ever higher.

Ayukawa pushed him back into the soft, plush fabric of the couch, her legs spread about his body as she picked and tugged at his clothing, and he at hers, savoring each specific moment of their exploration. She could feel the treastie of his hands on her. Feel the heat of her build as they glided further and further down, to the very center of her being.
She choked down a moan as she felt him glaze past her center, and down, deep into her thighs as she moved to accommodate him, her need ever growing.
She could hardly control her hands as they too moved slowly downward, inviting his fly to open, button by button as his lips closed about her ear, breathing a heavy, impassioned groan to the very essence of her.
The once light fires now left no room for regret, anger, vengeance, only the heat of their love as she, with gentle, soothing hands, searched for his, and pulled it upward, between her legs.

Hikaru screamed, her body rigid, the force of her climax swallowing her up in the wake of her fulfilled desires. She quivered about him, the waves of her passion ebbing into every single nerve of her body, teasing it into attention, and extravagant pleasure.
She could feel him, still inside her, thundering in his own right, as he plowed one last time into her, the almost ecstatic pain of his brusque movements sending one last thrill to the very center of her.

Madoka clenched in ecstasy as she felt him enter her. A wave of pure bliss permeating the air about her as she felt the beginning of her sensual madness, and an end to her innocence.
She cried aloud, his hands at her hips all too hot to be ignored as she felt him probe further, their heat too much, his touch too deep, her desires too strong. She could feel the essence of her being, the very centre of her soul rise as her hands found his chest, then her lips to his.
She stifled a moan, her body raging of its own right as her very soul occluded the pain that she felt ebb at her, bringing one, then two waves into her, and through her, delighting every nerve, every end, and every beginning within' all that was her.

Hikaru lay, spent, her body wrapped around his as she felt the cooled embers die in the light of the heavy sleep she felt crowd around her. His body, warm and pleasing, held her to him with a gentle arm.
She felt alive. More alive than she had ever been. And even if the drowsy haze of expended emotion rummaged through her body, she couldn't help but wish for it again.

Kasuga screamed as he felt Madoka move about him, up and down, side to side, his own hips working in time as he desperately tried to forestall what he knew to come. He gritted his teeth firmly, his body rigid as she trembled about him, then let out her own cry of passion as her entire body clench in exquisite madness.
She gasped for breath, her body hot, and soaked to the core with the sweet essence of their expense as she slid down, then back up in slow rhythm, then felt him, heard his climax ebb through him as the last wave thundered through her.
She screamed again at the blissful entreaty, his body quaking in her grasp. Her body clutched, unmoving as the bright glow of all that she felt wafted about them, and in them. Every infinitesimal part of her in agony and pure unfettered ecstasy as she sank to him. And for the first time, she no longer felt alone.
She lay there atop him for a time long, but shorter than it seemed, both in reverence of what had come and gone, and what had remained. She wanted so much to say something. Anything that would keep the emotions that crowded her at bay. To somehow tell him, in one small sentence or word how she felt. But alas, as she curled to his chest, feeling his smile through every inch of his body, and hers through her own, she couldn't. Some things she... she just couldn't say.
"Daijo bu yo." Kyousuke intoned, almost as if he'd read her thoughts.
She looked up to him, startled by his words. How had he...?
He smiled to her, and waved aside an errant lock of hair. His eyes held, for the first time she could remember, a confidence of stature, and affection. He loved her.
She leaned to him, and kissed his lips. And for the first time in too many years, she felt a tear run down her cheek in front of another person. In front of him.

Manami phased in at the back of the alley behind Madoka's house. It was getting late. Too late by her calculations, and this was the only place that she hadn't looked, besides Hikaru's house that is. But if brother's here, she mused: he's slacking when he shouldn't. She set herself to deal with him harshly, but thought better of it as her thoughts progressed.
No, she thought: if he's here.... then.
The thought gripped her. It was just possible that he'd made a choice after all. She bounced up to the Ayukawa residence with a new spring in her step.

Kurumi knocked at the door to the Hiyama residence. It was getting too late for her brother to be out, but if he was at Hikaru's house, she had preferred not to disturb the two. But then, there was her fathers words. He'd told her explicitly to go get him at all costs. "Pluck him out of the air if you have to." he'd said. But she didn't really agree. If her brother was truly here, then he'd have made his decision, and with that she would be all too happy.
She knocked again. Still no answer.
And with a cautionary look about her, she pushed the door open slowly.

Manami stood in the doorway to the Ayukawa residence. There'd been no answer at the door, but it had been unlocked. She felt a certain, criminal pang at breaking into Ayukawa's house, but then, her errand was severe.
She looked about the room as she pushed off her shoes. The place seemed to be decked out in a sultry combination of leopard skin and dark, looming reds. As a matter of fact, if she hadn't been there before, she'd have thought she was in a bordello.
She walked quietly into the room.

Kurumi crept up the stairs, all too aware of a secret thrill that raced up her spine at the thought of her illicit entry. Her heart beat faster as she reached the top of the stairs, and quickened again as she came to Hikaru's door.
She pecked at it quietly, then pressed an ear to it. No sound came from inside. She pushed open the door slowly, then stood agape at what she saw.

Manami blushed redly at the sight before her. The vision of Ayukawa, bare in her brother's arms all too much for her innocent pleasures. It gave her a secret, almost illicit thrill to see the two wrapped in each other's arms, asleep on the couch. And her cheeks felt hot with color as she walked to them tentatively.
There was no way to separate them that would not wake Ayukawa. Her arms were wrapped about his body, and her legs entwined within' his. If she tried to wake her brother, there would surely be a lot of explaining to do. Too much explaining for her taste. But still, she had to find some way.
A worry nagged at her. Which Kyousuke was this? Her brother, or the evil twin.? She couldn't be sure. They looked exactly alike. And even if she liked to believe, from the scene, that it was indeed her brother, there was no way to know. She had to get him. And had to do it now.

Kurumi concentrated hard, bringing all her power up from her reserves to complete the feat she was about to try. Her body glowed with power as her brows sunk in. Kyousuke's body began to phase out.

Manami struggled, trying with everything she had to teleport him back to the house. Teleport, she thought: Concentrate. She must not loose him! She groaned audibly, her body glowing with power as he began to phase out.

Kyousuke and Kyousuke shot awake, their minds screaming in pain as they felt their molecules merge in their futon. They screamed in unison, one leg bent too sideways sending violent pangs up about their body.
A crack! slammed through the air, and power burst through the room, singing the walls with the heat of their reunion. They bellowed aloud as one, then, within one instant, meshed into one voice, the scream dying away into exhausted, abused silence.

Ayukawa whistled a soft, low tune as she wiped down the counter of the AaBaCaBu, the slight twinge in her hips and back not daunting for a moment the very real glow she felt about her. She pulled the rag up from the counter and ducked it into the sink, a smile moving over her features. It was as if everything made her feel good today. Made her feel alive.
The door chimed and she looked up to the visitor, chiming a welcome absently, "Irrashaimase!" Then, with a smile on her lips, looked on Hikaru for the first time in what seemed like days. "Oh, Hikaru! My you look happy today!"
"Mm!" Hikaru responded, a slight pang running upwards from her hips as she moved herself onto a stool at the counter. "I had the most wonderful dream last night!" she said, her eyes gaining a wistful glow as she looked past Madoka into her memories.
"Really?" Madoka replied. "That's strange. So did I."

Kyousuke woke slowly, an ache in his joints, and his head pounding. His arms, knees, and back popped mercilessly as he raised up from the bed, bringing a hand to his forehead to forestall the pain. Something had happened. He knew that. Could feel it. Why was he so exhausted? So full of aches and pains. As if he'd exercised too much at the health club.
He moved himself painfully to his door, then out into the hall, and down into the kitchen. Every single part of his body seemed to be filled with aches. He slumped into the first available chair and wished heartily for even a tidbit of breakfast and more than a few aspirin.
Manami was beside him like a shot. "What would you like for breakfast today, brother?" she asked, then added in an aside. "Anything you want!" and nodded to him with a knowing wink.
What had gotten into her? he thought, bemused. Then, as if in an instant, Kurumi was at his other elbow. "Would you like a back-rub brother? You look like you need it."
Huh!? he bellowed within himself. "What's wrong with you two.?"
The two sisters looked to each other, then pulled their glances away, quickly finding an interesting spot in the ceiling as they intoned in unison, "Oh, nothing."

The Seduction Of Ataru - UY/DP/Ranma crossover Lemon

Something In Your Eyes - KOR Finale'

Side Tails - KOR Lemon

Aggressiveness Kyousuke! The Wild Frying Pan Experience! - KOR Lemon

Wish You Were Here - KOR Episode

To Be A Star - KOR Episode

Not So Much Troubled - KOR Episode in ancient times

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