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Yours Till Dawn	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I can't believe this shit!" Hwoarang muttered to himself, once Jin would have been out of earshot. 'At least I got in... normally people react a bit better to being told exactly what they want to hear. Wasn't I melodramatic enough for you, Jin? Don't make me regret this...' To say the least, he was unhappy with the current development. Nevertheless, he brushed away at the cups.

The Korean was just starting on the bowls, when he felt sleeved arms touch his sides. They slowly slid further to wrap around his waist, and a disappointed voice rang out. "I still got clothes on..."

"What?" Hwoarang continued brushing at the first bowl. 'If you still got clothes on, that ain't my fault!' He tried to muster a bit of anger, but couldn't. Jin's arms holding him could've bought forgiveness for anything.

"We need to do something about that..."

'Oh yeah? Can't say I would mind...' The redhead slowed down his breath in order to avoid any involuntary sounds. "I'm not done yet," he grumbled in the deepest pitch his voice could handle.

Jin turned Hwoarang around so swiftly that he caused the Korean to let out a gasp. "Oh come on Hwoarang, you didn't think dishwashing was what I had in mind, when I said 'anything'?" With that, Jin started laughing.

A touch of relief entered Hwoarang's mind, only to be joined shortly after with anticipation. Wanting to see what approach Jin would take, he stood still, treating Jin to a playful frown. "Oh, you tease..."

The Japanese didn't need to be asked twice. Grabbing Hwoarang by both wrists, he stepped backwards into the living room. He walked up to a stool, let go, and had a seat. "Now I'm ready for your entertainment."

Hwoarang raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect a direct prompt like that, but wasn't about to backpedal now. "What kind?"

Taking a moment to ponder, Jin let his eyes wander over his companion's shoulders and chest. The Korean waited impatiently, almost disappointed that there didn't appear to be a plan. 'What, you hadn't thought this far, had you?' Then, Jin's face lit up. "Dance for me."

With a silent sigh, the redhead met the Japanese's gaze. 'If you're trying to humiliate me, you need to do better than that...' But there was no ridiculing to be seen, nor as much as a hint of vengeance. Instead, the brown eyes were radiating enthusiastic anticipation - to a point where Hwoarang felt like the other man had great expectations. With a smirk, he agreed. "Fair enough. Can I use your stereo?"

Jin smiled approvingly, nodding towards his CD collection. Not wasting any time, Hwoarang moved over to it. He ran a finger over the titles, and settled for the first artist he recognised - at that point, he was already about a quarter of the way through. "Jin, you like funky rhythms? Didn't think you'd buy stuff like that."

Jin smirked shyly. Was that a little blush? "Actually, Xiaoyu gave it to me. But it's not that bad."

'Oh come on, you didn't think I'd be able to guess your tastes in music?' He pulled the case out and opened it. "Really, it is," Hwoarang stated with a laughter, "but I'm sure we can make do." After slipping the CD into the player, he stretched and flexed his muscles.

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It took a good amount of willpower to refrain from touching at this point. The Korean's bare, inviting skin was soon back within reach, and Jin felt his mind calming down. With his company being so direct and relaxed about everything, this had to end well. He found himself wanting to call the dancing off, so that they'd get to bed faster, but still... he wanted to see it too. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to flip-flop like that.

Standing in front of Jin, Hwoarang pushed the play button. As soon as the music started to play, his arms started moving to the rhythm, and his feet soon joined in. The Japanese soon decided he had found his favourite dancer - the movements were fluid and polished; in Jin's opinion even more so than the man's fighting moves. At least he was convinced the redhead had done this many times before. That went some of the way to explain the confidence, but Jin couldn't help but feel special.

While dancing, Hwoarang carefully avoiding all the singing parts. However, he mirrored every spoken lyric, which was mostly limited to "Oh yeah!" and "Wow!". It wasn't advanced by any stretch, but nevertheless sufficient to have Jin smile to himself. 'He says he doesn't like it, but he sure knows it well...'

For a while, Jin was entranced with the grace the muscular body in front of him moved with, but after a minute, he found himself grinning at the dangling right in front of his eyes. He abruptly woke up from that as Hwoarang's hand lifted his chin. "Hey! Is that what you wanted to watch?"

The touch sent shivers racing down Jin's spine. He let out a satisfied purr before drawing a deep breath to respond. "That too..."

"Okay." With a brief shrug, the Korean resumed dancing.

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Hwoarang turned around, and did the last refrain with his back facing Jin. Not wanting to leave more than necessary to chance, he took care to shake and roll his hips in exaggerated movements. If the Japanese didn't take that as an invitation, he didn't know what to do. The raven-haired man appeared to want exactly the same as the redhead, but it didn't hurt to be sure. Not wanting to end with an anticlimax, he finished his performance with a rehearsed 540 degree turn and a quick bow.

Jin winked at the nude man in front of him. "Not bad, Hwoarang. Help me with my clothes, now will you?"

'Finally!' It had been a long wait, but permission had now been obtained to do exactly what he had wanted to do since the very second he entered through the door. He felt quite good about his sense for pushing buttons. With an approach quite unfamiliar to him, he had just taken Jin from completely rejecting him to requesting that he pulled clothes off that captivating body in mere minutes. Kneeling down next to the Japanese, he lifted one foot with one hand, taking the shoe off with the other. When he moved over to the other foot, Jin voiced up.

"Hey! That's boring! I was more thinking... foreplay."

"Then why didn't you say so?" Hwoarang said with a teasing smirk while warm, wonderful lust filled him. It felt like the best privilege he'd ever been given; one he'd been striving for since the first time they had met. With reverence, he left the shoe in his hand next to the first. Feeling a little accomplished given that his promise of submission had made Jin forget to take off his footwear, he gazed up at the flamed suit. He had found it a bit corny at one point, but right now his mind couldn't think of other words than 'sexy'.

He brushed his hands gently together with a shallow breath. Seconds later, Hwoarang's fingers spread over Jin's feet, rubbing them with slow massaging motions. When his lips joined the fingers, a soft moan passed Jin's. The Korean enjoyed every second of it, and with this proof that he was not alone in that, he decided the Japanese was probably ready for progress. Licking the orange flame on Jin's gi pants quickly upwards, he soon reached the dark blue part. With a swift hand motion, he pulled the drawstring. Slowly pulling the pants down slightly, he brought his tongue down to lick Jin's erection through his boxers. The response was just as he had hoped; Jin panted for a moment, and then let out a content sigh.

It was strange and unexpected to be allowed this amount of control. Jin's passiveness and unmasked enjoyment made the redhead lust for him all the more; he had never liked being ordered around - the main reason he hated the military - and being treated like this minutes after promising obedience gave Jin another big plus in Hwoarang's book. It fit quite nicely there along with the hundreds of other pluses, too. 'What a man...' the Korean thought to himself as a broad, heartfelt smile spread into his cheeks. He straightened his back, letting their gazes meet for a second.

Regaining focus on what he was doing, he put one hand on the zipper of the top, and started unzipping slowly. Meanwhile, he put his other arm under it, brushing Jin's torso through the shirt and feeling the body heat beneath his fingers. Once again he found himself cursing the amount of clothing the raven-haired man wore, but at least this time, he'd soon have done something about that.

When he had fully unzipped Jin's top, he stood up and walked around him. Hwoarang caressed Jin's neck briefly with the tip of his tongue, the pleasant taste causing him to pause a little before pulling the top off by the sleeves. Leaving it on the floor, he went back to the front. Spreading Jin's knees gently, he knelt again, this time between Jin's thighs. He wasn't used to kneel, by any stretch, but it felt too right to do otherwise. Only one other man had ever earned Hwoarang's respect, and that man expected to be treated in this manner. Happy to show his heartfelt deference to the one man who deserved it - as opposed to officers he didn't even like, much less respected - he nudged Jin's legs to rest against his hips.

He soon got what he wanted, and proceeded to grab the shirt. As he pulled it ever so slowly upwards, he seductively licked his way from side to side up Jin's torso, taking in as much of the wonderful taste as he could. Not wanting that sensation to end, he stopped his upward movement for a while. Closing his eyes, he ran his tongue back and forth along the flexed muscles of Jin's chest. His orange-redly hair brushed against Jin's cheek and chin, the breath into it telling one thing loud and clear: the Japanese karate fighter he had admired for years was enjoying this. A lot.

Pulling the shirt over Jin's head, Hwoarang stood up again while licking his way over the shoulder to the back. As he started running his tongue over Jin's back from top downwards, Jin started standing up from the stool. The Korean sharpened his senses that instant, ready to yield control if that was what the other youngster wanted. However, the second that followed gave no such hints, and he smirkingly gazed downwards, knowing exactly why the Japanese had risen.

His tongue continued its route downwards, and when his lips reached the pants barely clinging to Jin's thighs, he straightened up. Without thinking, he instinctively put his nose into Jin's hair with a deep breath. He let his torso meet Jin's beautiful back, closing his eyes to enjoy the smell more. Removing his nose from the hair, he licked Jin's ear softly, and felt his own cock standing, brushing against Jin's pants.

It was hard not to have licentious thoughts at this point, but the redhead knew the risk of rejection was strongly present if any move at all was made. He wanted so strongly to slide his arms around that wonderful body, trying to manipulate his way on top with words and actions. As tempting as it was, he knew that it would be the end, so he had to resist. The Japanese had seemed less violent the last few days, thus he would probably make it out of there alive, but in all likelihood, nothing further would happen between them.

With a second of concentration, he managed to clear his mind. Not being stupid, he knew the idea that his rival could be convinced to let him have his way was extremely far-fetched. The chance of his first intimacy with Jin, which he'd clearly won at this point, was not something he was willing to gamble away. So with a little kiss, his tongue left the ear, and he walked back around to the front.

Gently nibbling at Jin's right nipple, Hwoarang ran his thumbs down Jin's hips and into his boxers. With a quick swoop, he pulled both the boxers and the gi pants down. Soon, Jin had kicked the clothes to the side. 'I guess I'll have to see just how ready you are...' Hwoarang looked up at the other youngster's face. "Can I say hello to Mr. Big?" With a slow wink, he watched the curious smile he had triggered.

Jin shook his head. "Short and polite?"

"Sure." Hwoarang kneeled down in front of him again, chuckled slightly, and stated formally: "Mr. Big, I presume?" After tickling Jin's cock briefly with the tip of his tongue, he pulled back. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he finished the greeting. "Hajimemashite."

Standing up, Hwoarang felt Jin's arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. "Thanks for the gift, Hwoarang. I really like what you gave me, even if it's just for one night."

"You're welcome." The redhead grinned. 'Ready as anything! I'm looking forward to this...'

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Just holding that handsome Korean body in his arms was a wonderful sensation to Jin, but as much as he wanted to pull it against his and just hold it tight, he knew Hwoarang wasn't the patient kind. He'd have to move on. "I guess it's time for a closer inspection of my new present. Watch your head."

"Huh?"

Jin's kick swept the legs from underneath the Korean, causing him to land on his back. Half a second later, the Japanese was sitting triumphantly on his torso. "Didn't want you to hurt your head, you know..." Jin mumbled, before bending down, rubbing his nose against Hwoarang's cheek. For a moment, the redhead looked angrily at him, but the expression left the floored youngster's face as fast as it had appeared, giving way to a friendly smile.

It was such a relief to be in this position again, this time not having to hurt the other youngster. How many times had he wanted to stop the fight right there, and just bend down and kiss those soft, inviting lips? Jin hadn't lost count. Five. That was also, incidentally, the exact number of times he'd been sitting on top of the youngster he loved. With a content sigh, he looked down at the fellow fighter, now not fighting him for power at all. Only this wasn't about power. Jin didn't want to prove himself stronger. He wanted to claim the Blood Talon as his.

Soon ten fingers were laced in red strands, and Jin was breathing in the scent passionately. Touching Hwoarang's forehead with his lips, Jin felt arms wrap around him, caressing his back. The Korean's body heated his, the warmth going straight to the young Japanese's heart. This was one of the few moments that made even his own miserable, tormenting life worth living. Perhaps the only moment so far, but the fingers gently brushing his skin spoke of even better moments to come. Just thinking about it made Jin shiver with delight.

His lips left Hwoarang's temple, and he lifted his head a little, looking down at the redhead's elegant features. He stroked Hwoarang's nose and cheek before teasingly brushing his lips against the Korean's, pulling away shortly after contact. The sheer thrill of anticipation triggered a needy throb in his manhood, and not wanting to end his exploration of that astonishing body just yet, he moved his body further down Hwoarang. As he did, he felt his torso brush against the other's erection. With a smile, his eyes drifted to Hwoarang's, and he couldn't hold back the chuckle. "You really like this, don't you?"

"You bet."

Jin nuzzled Hwoarang's throat with an almost childish fascination. The movement was caused by the redhead's breath alone; Hwoarang lay there still - submissive and trusting. The young Japanese hadn't thought he'd ever have this feeling again, but he had been wrong, there was no denying that. The strong feeling washing through his body was what he'd been missing ever since Toshin killed his mother; true happiness. Opening that door and letting the redhead back into his life had been a Right, putting a final, victorious end to an all too long series of Wrongs. He sighed happily at his memory. 'Anything? For almost an entire day?' For the first time in years, Jin felt like a truly lucky person.

When his mind returned to the present, he lifted his head a little, causing his spiked hair to tickle large parts of the redhead's face. Wrapping his arms under Hwoarang's shoulders, he slid his tongue from one shoulder blade to the other, and then back again. That feeling of his hair brushing against the other's chin... he could feel goose bumps spreading across his head like wildfire.

Soon, his tongue was encircling one of his companion's nipples, while he rubbed the other with his hand. Whereas he enjoyed getting the reactions he sensed, the lack of proper sleep and meditation meant his patience and self control were nowhere near what they had been a month before. Trying to satisfy his craving for progress, he simply caressed the torso briefly before moving on to the erection, giving it a gentle kiss on the head. "We've met before, I think."

Hwoarang gave a friendly chuckle as his response, but the touch of regret didn't get past the Japanese. The sound flowed through him, cleaning out the dark stains the recent events had soiled his faith with. The Korean beneath him had apologised, and now he wanted to make it up to him. And this was a way to do it that every fragment of Jin approved of. He gazed briefly over what he had already touched, before moving on to the remaining parts of the young Tae Kwon Do fighter that would soon belong to him.
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