Author's Note: This is all Koorime's fault. If there's a sequel it will be her fault as well.
DISCLAIMER: I Kiren, hearby do solemly swear that I do not own the characters in any way shape or form and isn't just dreadfully unfair that that is so?
Tofu
"Huh? What in Buddha's name are you doing here, Hwoarang?" Jin blinked at the young man standing in the hallway. He backed up as Hwoarang, bag, trench coat and biker goggles attached, pushed past him and into his apartment.
"Buddha's name? That's a good one, haven't heard that swear before. Had you pictured for a Taoist though," Hwoarang said, quickly plonking his bag on Jin's small coffee table and then sprawling on his couch.
"Hwoarang, what are you doing here?" Jin asked more firmly the second time. He closed his front door for lack of something better to do, and took a few hesitant steps towards Hwoarang.
Hwoarang sighed, one hand flopping across his face. Jin could still see the lower half of his face and he was surprised when Hwoarang's mouth curled into a grin. Here he had thought the red head was in trouble.
"Did you know," Hwoarang asked him after a while. "That you're grand Daddy can get mighty sulky when he doesn't get his way? Thought he'd win of course. Wasn't he pissed when I got his company."
Jin frowned. "What does any of that have to do with me?" He asked.
"Heihachi torched my new villa, and my bike - I am so pissed over that one - and then he sent his goons after me. See, I haven't got anyone to leave the company to, so if I die, due to the contract it reverts back to being property of one Heihachi Mishima." Hwoarang looked out from under his hand at Jin and then grinned. "So I'm hiding out till he gives up."
Jin snorted.
"Not here you're not. I refuse to let you bring a mountain down on my head. That man does not give up. I should know. He's been after me since I escaped his clutches in the last tournament." Jin looked around his small apartment as a thought occurred to him.
"How did you find me at any rate?" He asked. Hwoarang sat up and grinned.
"I could find you anywhere, blindfolded," he boasted. Jin rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag off the coffee table and threw it at him. Hwoarang managed to catch it before it hit him in the chest. Jin turned away and stalked back to the door.
"Get out, and take your problems with you," Jin told him. Hwoarang got up, threw his bag aside and stalked quickly across the floor to him. His face looked predatory.
"Oh, come on," he said in a low voice, getting right up in Jin's face, hand out to push the door closed before Jin could open it all the way, effectively trapping him between the door and his body. He smirked slowly and raised his eyebrows suggestively. "I swear I'd make it worth your while."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jin asked, making a face. Hwoarang grinned and leaned his face closer till they were breathing the same air; Jin continued to regard him with the same look. Hwoarang glanced up and then drew his head back.
"You have no idea what I'm offering do you?" He asked incredulously. Jin's face changed to a passive mask and he straightened a little. Hwoarang laughed and pushed himself off the door. He picked his bag up and shouldered it, ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.
"Well, there goes that plan," he said and motioned that Jin should step away from the door. "And here I thought we could have some fun."
Jin moved away as he directed and opened the door, not saying a word. Hwoarang idly examined his finger nails until the door was wide open and then he looked up, throwing a kiss at Jin and walked through the door. Jin closed it after him softly and leaned against it, his mind replaying the recent mind boggling events.
When it finally clicked into place two and a half minutes later, Jin's head snapped up and his eyes widened considerably, staring unseeing at the far wall. "Sweet mother of..." He trailed off and his mouth ran dry as his mind replayed the image of Hwoarang leaning closer and closer into him. It couldn't be, could it? Stupid joke, it had to be a stupid joke. Jin was out the door and running down the hall before he had even thought about it.
Hwoarang was walking through the foyer when he was roughly grabbed by the shoulder and turned around.
"Whoah! What the fuck?" He had his fists up before he saw who it was. Jin, wild eyed and shaky. Hwoarang blinked and raised his eyebrows. "Are... you o.k.?"
Jin shook his head and then he shook Hwoarang by his collar.
"Did you... Did you mean it?" He asked in an anxious voice. Hwoarang raised both his eyebrows again and gave Jin a 'what?' look. Jin blushed. Hwoarang hid a smirk at the blush, so adorably cute, he thought. Jin looked like his tongue was tied. Suddenly it dawned on Hwoarang what the hell Jin was going on about.
Hwoarang brought his hands up and curled them round Jin's fisted hands, tugging them away from his shirt and then not letting go. Jin's eyes bugged.
"You mean..." Hwoarang purred. "Did I mean the sexual innuendo I implied?" Jin flushed a darker shade of red and his neck turned pink. Hwoarang had a great desire to see if it spread all over his chest. Slowly Jin nodded.
"Ye-Yes," he stammered.
Hwoarang let the grin through and was well aware he looked like a human shark. He rubbed his thumbs softly over the back of Jin's hands which he still held and leaned in close so he could whisper in Jin's ear.
"... Yes."
The next thing Hwoarang knew he had an armful of shivering, red-faced Jin. "But, but... But I..." He stuttered and Hwoarang released his hands which proceeded to curl into his shirt once more as if Jin needed something solid to hold on to. Hwoarang took his chance and whispered in Jin's ear.
"... Can I stay?"
Jin shuddered and nodded. "Yes." He said and swallowed. "Yes, you can stay."
Hwoarang grinned against Jin's neck and then pulled back looking a red faced Jin in the eye and winked. He nodded that Jin should lead him back to the apartment, and Jin, hesitating slightly did so.
The elevator ride back up to Jin's floor was a lot of fun, Jin hanging back against the wall of the elevator, looking like he was expecting to be pounced. Hwoarang thrummed his fingers idly against the legs of his jeans as he leaned casually against the opposite wall. He didn't make a move. It was too much fun to watch Jin flounder in confusion
The elevator dinged and Jin stepped out into the hall, padding softly along before a swaggering Hwoarang, who was watching the sudden stiffness in his walk, suddenly self conscious. It was so good, Hwoarang wanted to laugh out loud
The door to Jin's apartment was still opened wide where Jin must have walked out after him without thinking. Jin led him back into the apartment and closed the door behind him. He hung back waiting as Hwoarang chucked his bag on the couch and threw his trench coat down with it.
"Where's the shower?" Hwoarang asked and Jin blinked and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Um…down the hall, first left." He answered slowly. "Why?"
"I need a shower, been travelling all day," Hwoarang said, watching avidly for Jin's reaction. Jin's brow furrowed in earnest.
"But... but I..." He stammered and then trailed off. Hwoarang gave him a grin.
"What?" He drawled, slowly stalking forward. "You thought we were going to be fucking like rabbits?" He snorted. "Kazama you had your chance."
Jin's face was scandalised and before Hwoarang knew it he was on his ass out the door, leaning against the hard wood. Hwoarang ran a hand over his jaw feeling the punch and sniggering to himself. His laughing got louder the more he thought about Jin's face and suddenly the door was open again and he was flat on his back, shaking with laughter looking up at a hurt cross angry Jin.
He cocked an eyebrow at Jin and grinned.
"You know, you look even better from this angle."
Jin raised an eyebrow, trying for casual but his blush said otherwise. Without warning Hwoarang grabbed at the back of both of Jin's knees with his hands and pulled. Jin fell back to the floor with a shout and some muttered Japanese curses. Hwoarang turned himself over onto his hands and knees and crawled towards him.
Jin managed to struggle back up onto his elbows and gave Hwoarang a glare.
"What the hell was that for?!" He half yelled at the red head. Hwoarang grinned and straddled Jin's hips.
"Oh, not much. Just I think the whole fucking thing would work better on a horizontal surface, don't you?"
Jin gaped. "You said - "
"I was teasing you, man, Jesus. You think I'd pass up an opportunity to rub cocks with you and more?!" He asked giving Jin an 'are you dumb, you're the hottest things on two legs besides me' look.
"Besides I really, really like how you look from this angle."
Jin blushed then smiled slowly, sliding back down onto the floor, and finally moving his hands to run up Hwoarang's thighs. "You don't look too bad yourself," he said, blushing bright red the whole while.
"Ah, he can play!" Hwoarang smirked and as Jin was furrowing his eyebrows to retort the tease he dipped down and planted a kiss on open lips. Jin jerked and his head hit the wood floor. Hwoarang laughed against his cursing lips and smattered a line of kisses over his jaw, rubbing the offended skull.
As he rubbed and laughed still, Jin laughed as well and kissed him on the cheek. Or at least that was where the kiss was meant to end up, Hwoarang turned his head at the last minute and it caught his lips. The kiss was a lot more gentle then what Hwoarang had had planned for the night. He sighed, mentally knocking hand cuffs off the list.
Well they were off the list until Jin's tongue swiped none too gently across his bottom lip. Hwoarang's eyes flew open and he started, immediately opening his mouth and dived into Jin's mouth with about all the finesse of a train wreck. Not his greatest of moments. Jin didn't seem to mind to much from the small whimpering noises he was making as well as the grabby hands. This was good. This was very good.
There was a scrambling of hands across muscles and Hwoarang was trying desperately to get Jin out of his shirt without breaking contact of the mouth, despite the shirt being without buttons. Hwoarang solved the problem by ripping it in half. Jin started to protest but Hwoarang silenced him by kissing him senseless and rubbing up against him like a cat. Jin practically became putty in his hands. Shivering all over in a body wave and moaning right into his mouth. Hello, heaven. He pulled the drawstring on Jin's sweatpants and then down.
Until Jin grabbed his hand and stilled them. Hwoarang sighed and flopped on Jin's chest, he had a feeling this would happen.
"What??" He groaned. Jin shoved him back lightly and Hwoarang rolled to his side. Here they went, denial and 'just leave'. Strangely though, Jin still had his arm under Hwoarang's shirt and he was lightly stroking Hwoarang's side.
"I just wondered... Um... what brought this on?"
Hwoarang blinked and looked at Jin's face, flushed, with kiss bruised lips and dark eyes...
"You stopped me giving you a blowjob to ask me that?!" He asked, stunned.
Jin blushed and made a 'well' noise. "Well, it's a decent enough question enough to ask - " Jin stopped suddenly and blinked, the hand on Hwoarang's skin squeezing gently. "Wait... You were going to give me a blow job?"
Hwoarang grinned. "Yeah, would it be your first, baby?"
Jin was going to snort and refute the remark but the purred 'baby' endearment stopped him. "Well... I... at least I'll be getting one from the best..." He looked up shyly from under his eyelashes and Hwoarang smiled genuinely. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well are you going to tell me what brought this on or... am I ... am I going to have to smack it out of you!"
"Oh! Spanking! Kinky." Hwoarang said in a high voice ringing with delight. Jin blinked at him. "Well... you do look kind of sexy when you go psycho, you know."
"I see... is that all?"
"No... look, can we just fuck already?"
Jin pouted. "Are you going to answer my questions... say, after?"
Hwoarang raised an eyebrow and Jin gave him a significant look. "So...bedroom?" Hwoarang asked. "I mean I like this floor, but I bet I'll like your bed better."
"Nice pad..." Hwoarang looked at the painting on the wall as Jin led him down it. He stopped him for a moment with a swift tug of the hand and brought the boy sliding back into his arms. "Who painted them?"
"My mother," Jin answered and Hwoarang mentally head slapped himself.
"Oh..." He rubbed circles on Jin's stomach with his fingers and felt Jin shift back... So easily distracted was his boy, he'd have to remember that. Hwoarang smirked and nudged Jin forward with his knees once again starting the journey down the hall. When they got to the bedroom Hwoarang had to try not to laugh.
Everything was white or black. Pristine except for the red lilies on the low dresser, everything in the room seemed crouched, being as it was based on the traditional style of Japanese furniture. Low Bed, set on four stubby dark ebony wood legs. One wall was all window. Hwoarang made a mental note to place Jin against it and fuck him for all the city to see. He wondered if the glass would break.
Jin let go of his hand and dropped it stiffly to his side. Hwoarang tilted his head to look at him through his red bangs. Right so from the walk to the bedroom Jin had gone from 'all over him like a cheap suit' to 'shyer then the virgin Mary'. He'd have to warm him up again...
But Hwoarang wanted Jin to come to him.
Hwoarang shucked off his shirt, eyes never leaving Jin's eyes and then he walked backwards towards the bed and flopped, undid the laces on one doc martin and pulled it off, undid the other and pulled it off, never. Looking. Away. Jin was staring at him with a look that read ‘dear in headlights‘. Hwoarang lay back and flexed his toes before smirking.
"Yep," He said brightly. "I like you're bed. But I'd like it even better if you were in it."
Jin startled out of his gaze and blushed, then grinned. Which threw Hwoarang a bit. The sure, steady walk to the bed threw him too. The look of concentration as Jin took off his shirt and threw it across the room and crawled straight into Hwoarang's lap just about gave him vertigo.
Hwoarang grabbed at Jin's hips as he was pushed onto his back and kissed thoroughly, he hummed and encouraged with his tongue as Jin's fingers made like a thousand spiders crawling all over his skin. He was going to laugh, it was ticklish. Touchy, check. Feely, check. Grabby, check. He really was going to enjoy this. If he could slow Jin down long enough to do so.
"Mmm! Jin hey," And obviously that was the wrong thing to say, because Jin suddenly wasn’t lying on top of him skin to skin and that was, well, bad. "No, no. Wait!" Hwoarang pulled Jin back till he was straddling his hips again and ran his knuckles down Jin's arm.
"I love you all over me, but just let..." He smiled slowly and flipped Jin who swore in Japanese finding himself under Hwoarang who laughed. "... Me take care of you, O.K?"
"You want to be in control," Jin stated the obvious.
Hwoarang snorted in the back of his throat. "Damn right. But don't worry, you'll like it."
Jin opened his mouth a few times before a cocky grin graced it. "I'm sure I will."
Hwoarang looked down at him, mock amazed-which was truthfully only part mocked-and said,
"Wait just a minute, where did the shy virgin, who didn't even know what I was insinuating go? Who are you and what have you done with Jin?"
Jin snorted and rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Hwoarang," he said and Hwoarang smiled charmingly before bending close.
"I will find him out," he promised in a breathy voice and Jin's eyes fluttered closed at the sound.
"Let's see how can I make that blush come back..."
A hot swipe of tongue across his throat later and Jin was jerking upwards eyes wide open. Hwoarang's mind shouted the victory cry, bingo. He ran his tongue down to Jin's collar bone and bit at the skin, causing Jin to shudder and groan and squirm, his hands roaming across Hwoarang's shoulders aimlessly.
Hard enough to leave a bruise and he was off, long lick down Jin's chest, hands playing over his muscles, alternating between firm and soft and hello... Jin was hard against his ribcage..
Well, they couldn't have that now could they?