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Intimate Rivals	By : Salysha Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 5835 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Pronounce �succession.� Does it
sound to you like... sex session?
This chapter features romance at NC-17 rating.
--
Chapter 14: Succession
Hwoarang fiddled with his end of
the boarding pass for the umpteenth time, until he caught the futility of that
particular exercise and pocketed the paper slip with a �hmph.� He wasn�t
nervous or uncertain, but as he looked at the thoroughly uneventful bed of
clouds--again--he found himself
missing the futile distraction. He could tell that the passenger in the next
seat welcomed the break, though, and he refrained from nabbing the slip back
out. Instead, he stuck with the boring sky.
He had thought about this over
and over during the week, and it hadn�t been to any use. There wasn�t anything
to think about: he wanted to do this. He wanted it to be a difficult decision,
but no matter how much he sought some kind of an inner conflict to conquer, he
knew it with certainty: he was going to do this. He was compelled to go.
He had played with the idea of ripping
the ticket and getting one himself, to show he didn�t need Kazama�s money. The
idea had stopped sounding like a great display of independence pretty soon and
had instead taken a tone of idiocy, since the money was already spent. He didn�t
know what he was after; the predicted progression of events never got past him
landing in Japan and them being in the same city as Kazama. He didn�t even have
a vision of them meeting.
The signal went off--the landing
procedures had started. He would know the follow-up soon enough.
--
It wasn�t Jin he found in the
lounge--it was a uniformed driver holding up a swell sign:
Hwoarang

화랑

花郎
Thoughtful, Hwoarang thought as he went to introduce himself. Minutes
later, he found himself being chauffeured on the wrong side of the road and
addressed with a nifty new name, Hwoarang-san.
Destination: Kazama Jin�s residence. He had to admit a grudging respect for Jin
having learned to exploit the company resources so quickly. He was also
secretly glad he had dressed up a little: picked a nicer outfit in darker tones
and left the more ornamental jeans at home. Found something suitable to keep
his hair in place. The driver beat him at formal dress, but at least he didn�t
stand out so badly.
It wasn�t until they arrived at the
destination that the visit became real. They pulled up by the high-rise, and
the driver was prepared to escort him inside, when Hwoarang called a halt.
�Listen, I�ll take care of something first. Just tell me where to go, and I�ll see
to myself . . . fine, thanks. You can tell your boss I�ll be right up.�
He couldn�t afford to care what
the driver thought of his sudden backing out; he picked his duffel and took off
with a nod.
It wasn�t like he had stage fright,
but he suddenly felt like having some air around him, instead of being hauled
in front of Kazama like for the show. It wasn�t that he didn�t appreciate the
ease of this, but he needed space.
He didn�t go far; a small park
area of grass and deciduous flora was located opposite of the building. He
found a bench and took a seat. He noticed as the driver came out and started
off--out to celebrate a Saturday, to hazard a guess. He breathed in the air and
tried to clear his head. He wasn�t looking for answers or guidance on the next
step of going in and facing Jin. This was a breather--no great drama involved. This
was his chance to think this through, in case something innovative came to
mind.
He didn�t even realize that the
time had passed. Hwoarang stirred to reality and finally picked himself up,
along with the bag, and headed in.
--
Jin opened the door, and
disappeared out of sight silently as a phantom. Hwoarang was barely even sure
it was him when he mostly saw a receding back and the shining black hair, but
he shrugged it off and took his time to put his shoes and bag out of the way
and straighten his back. Then, he ventured in.
Nice place. He hadn�t known what to expect, but it was definitely a
nice place. Not a studio, despite being compact, but it looked like it had all
the right rooms, starting from the lounge. Sleek and sparse, clean, not overly decorated
or unbearably small. The lighting was dim. Jin himself was through hiding, too:
he sagged on a sofa. At his arrival, Jin looked at him sidelong. His hair hid
his eyes, which didn�t rise very high.
Hwoarang halted by the door.
�I wasn�t sure if you�d come.�
Jin sounded sad and downcast. A
little hoarse, his tone cut at Hwoarang�s heart. He shouldn�t have taken so
long outside, pretending he was making his mind up about something. A crippling
doubt set in. �...That guy did tell you I was coming, didn�t he?�
Jin nodded, and his head sunk
further. �I thought that maybe--� he breathed audibly �--you changed your
mind.�
�No, I didn�t,� Hwoarang said,
and damned if he didn�t feel guilty.
Jin nodded to himself and rose. He
visibly composed himself and then faced Hwoarang. At a distance, Hwoarang
suddenly realized the truth: Jin had been crying.
This wasn�t the way it was
supposed to go. Hwoarang�s throat tightened. He took a step forward and opened
his arms. �Come on.�
Jin froze, but Hwoarang held his
arms wide. Jin approached him cautiously, at length, but Hwoarang shook his
head distractedly and beckoned to him. As soon as Jin was within his reach, he
engulfed Jin within his arms. After the initial disbelief, Jin held him onto even
tighter.
Jin was warm and whole. He
smelled good. Jin felt so good, and Jin felt right. This was them--this was
what they were supposed to be. He snuggled to Jin firmly, and rested his chin
on his shoulder.
�You sorry bastard,� Hwoarang said, but he wasn�t angry.
�Don�t call me that.� Jin�s voice was teary.
�I won�t,� Hwoarang promised in a murmur and hugged the back
of Jin�s neck tightly against himself. Jin shouldn�t cry. He didn�t want Jin to
cry. Not on his account--not ever. He was going to lose it, too, if Kazama kept
it up. He hugged onto Jin tighter. Don�t do
this, baby.
They didn�t need to worry about etiquette; their embrace was
a close one. It was just the two of them, which meant that they could touch
each other any damn way they pleased.
They eventually pried apart, and
Hwoarang forced them to look each other in the eyes, even though he would have been
more comfortable showing his eyes at another time, and Jin sure as hell would
have. No more lies between them. He wasn�t sure if Jin wanted to kiss, but he touched
Jin�s chest, and Jin didn�t follow through. They shouldn�t rush into any
kissing stuff. They should try to figure each other out; make sense of things.
Whatever Jin�s thoughts, he
settled for the verdict. He blinked a little and cleared his throat. �Are you
hungry?�
Hwoarang cracked a grin, though
he surmised it didn�t look that great below the red-rimmed eyes. �Famished.�
--
�You don�t make food much, do
you?� Hwoarang said and scraped his bowl empty of the last crumbs.
Jin freed himself from meditating
on the dirty dishes. �That bad?� he asked, startled.
Hwoarang faced him blankly. Then,
he cracked a grin. �Just teasing,� he said slyly.
Jin was disbelieving.
�I�m messing with ya. It was
good.�
Jin turned back to the offensive
sink, hanging his head a little, scarcely suppressing a pleased look while looking
adorably self-conscious at the same time. Hwoarang laughed silently, as Jin�s
admonishing glance failed to have an effect.
--
It was just like that throughout
the evening: laid-back and comfortable. The uncertainty didn�t start until it
was time to go to bed. Not that Hwoarang hadn�t thought about it, but the
question was tangible--and imminently topical--as finished a light wash and ventured
into the bedroom.
�Jin had obviously been thinking about it, too.
He was carefully avoidant. �I wasn�t sure what you�d want to do. I can make a
bed for myself in the other room.�
Hwoarang scouted the room, but
he wasn�t about to idle on the cupboards or the walls. It was the double bed that
drew his notice entirely. �No, same bed.�
�Yeah?�
�Yeah,� Hwoarang said. He felt
good about this. �Which side is yours?�
�Either. Pick which you like.�
Hwoarang claimed the right side
with a proprietary air and went to spread the towel airily. He idled about a
little, but then pulled and fluffed a pillow for himself and couldn�t really
think of anything else to do than duck under the covers and settle in.
Jin soon made to accompany him,
impressive as ever in dark sweats--no shirt--but he remained on top of the
covers. Glances were exchanged vacillatingly. They hemmed and hawed until Jin
took the initiative. He crouched to Hwoarang, who rose sitting and pulled the
pillows behind his back. On all fours, Jin snuck close and slowly leaned in for
a kiss. He noticed Hwoarang�s reluctance and altered his course: he landed
kissing his neck.
Hwoarang wasn�t against the
kissing stuff as such; he just wasn�t sure if they should be jumping at it
straight away. He didn�t react one way or the other; he didn�t shake Jin off
because his overtures weren�t appreciated--they were appreciated--but he didn�t
initiate any himself because he couldn�t be sure. He sat passively as Jin moved
around his neck with care, kissing around the collarbone and anywhere he could find
bare skin. He didn�t resist when Jin pried his shirt apart and felt up his
stomach. The response was visceral, but he crooned a little.
He let Jin roll up his shirt and
pull it aside. Hwoarang soon realized Jin had barely started: with more of him
exposed, Jin ventured to straddle him loosely and lunged to cherish his chest.
The kisses were dallied across his chest hungrily, and they sent tingles of
shivering to his brain. He could only take in the shining black locks and the
clean scent, and found both very pleasurable. He reached a hand to brush
against Jin to thank him, but Jin was too absorbed in his quest, and Hwoarang dropped
his hand.
With Hwoarang�s chest worked on hurriedly, Jin seemed to
calm down. He paid a loving kiss on each side of his chest, but then proceeded
to crawl down. His position couldn�t have been comfortable, but he placed a
diligent path of kisses along Hwoarang�s washboard stomach. Apprehension
settled only when Hwoarang realized Jin wasn�t stopping.
Jin pried his mouth under the waistband, down south, and
Hwoarang fidgeted. He wanted to call out Jin�s name, but he was paralyzed. Jin
stopped in his tracks and looked at him straight in the eye, all invitation and
sex drive. The eyes were dark and daring, and yet, he was asking for
permission.
�You don�t have to do that,�
Hwoarang said hoarsely.
�I want to.�
Jin moved a little further, still
on all fours, and then settled fully on worshipping his midriff with caring pecks.
This time, as he proceeded and ducked between Hwoarang�s legs, he pulled the waistband
down before his lips. More was exposed, until all was exposed. Hwoarang knew
what was coming, but still he couldn�t help it: as Jin took the tip of his
penis between his lips, he promptly kicked Jin on the side.
�Hmph.�
�Sorry, sorry!� Hwoarang shifted
on his backside and dug his heels into the mattress. Jin gave him a preoccupied
smile of sorts before lifting his shaft up and placing a kiss underneath it,
still with a smile on his face. Then, Jin opened his mouth and engulfed him.
It was unsanitary; he would have washed it better if he had
known.... He should have said no, except it was too damn nice. Hwoarang gulped
and licked his lips; he craned his head and didn�t know which way to look. He
ventured a peek but had to stop and forcibly keep himself from whinnying out
loud, pleased. He could only take what was happening. He sat back and tried to
wrap his head around the enormity of the fact that Jin Kazama was gently fellating
him.
The heat began to descend from his face and trickle down. It
passed his stomach with a tingly feel and rushed down into his thighs and
culminated in-between. Jin was still working his length, somewhere between
careful tugs, licks, and sucks. He was painfully hard, aroused-excited-embarrassed,
and not far.
The heat scorched him with a flare. He barely had time to
push Jin�s head aside before the peak hit and sent his body vibrating. Jin fell
on his legs, with a hand still warming his length, a slightly accusing look on
his face. Yet, Jin took in his rapture with a collected look, all the while
holding onto his length, still giving it light, periodic squeezes, looking at
the pearly spread on his hands with a mix of dubiety and restrained satisfaction.
Hwoarang returned to the world after the most intense,
blank-out-inducing orgasm he had had. All the anger and disappointment and
anxiety had come together and blown his mind. It should have drained him, but
instead of leaving him in a lazed state of daze, his senses had sharpened up
with a warp. Jin had crawled to sit next to him, throwing uncertain looks to
his feet, and he sensed Jin with uncanny acuteness. Without even bothering to tug
himself in, he grabbed Jin by the shoulders and pinned him down on the
mattress.
Jin�s alarm cleared his head in
an instant. No, what was he doing? Not like this. Never like this. Hwoarang
willed his head straight and released Jin�s shoulders like they burned, bracing
himself against the mattress instead. Jin was still pinned down beneath him,
but no longer trapped, and if he didn�t want to stay there willingly, he would
only have to rise. Hwoarang brushed a hand against Jin, surprising them both
with his tenderness. He managed a smile, though the natural instinct was to
give a mix of grin and smirk. Jin returned the smile shyly. Hwoarang rubbed at
Jin�s lips, indicating that they could have been a little cleaner, and then
buried the prissy instinct and kissed Jin. To think what Jin had done without
them even kissing was unbelievable.
He was met enthusiastically. Jin
pulled him in with the kiss and bucked up quite innocently, squeezing him
deliciously in the process. Hwoarang took an embarrassed second to make himself
decent again, and then dove back to the kissing. He lay on top of Jin, who
welcomed his body heat to mingle with his own, and motioned his mouth to fit over
Jin�s lips. Jin welcomed his mouth and accepted him in, and Hwoarang explored
his mouth gently with his tongue. He had the heart to pry apart only when they
had to come up for air, and a breath of air was all he could take before diving
back. Though enthusiastic and lusty, he eventually had the heart to call a
break and drop on the mattress. Jin turned automatically, and Hwoarang readily
spooned him. He felt how their chests rose, slightly breathless and moist, and
wiggled closer.
�I�ve been studying this.... I
think we did it wrong the first time,� Hwoarang murmured in a low voice,
savoring the feel of Jin against him. �Want to try it again?� You don�t have to.
Jin turned in his arms like a
cogwheel and settled onto his back. �Yeah....�
�Yeah?� Hwoarang hated how
hopeful he sounded, but at the same time, he held his breath for an answer. He
didn�t want Jin to do it just to please him, even if he wanted nothing more.
�Uh-huh.� Jin ventured to look
at him almost timidly, while Hwoarang could only lean over and settle their concurrence
with a kiss.
--
It started a whole new ballgame;
the fooling around and the kissing stuff suddenly changed into something more
serious, more mature. They both felt the change and were charged with new
vitality to couple with the want that hadn�t flagged in the least.
His erection still hadn�t waned.
He couldn�t expect the same of Jin, though, and he smuggled himself to sit on
Jin loosely and snuggled a palm to feel around his front. He found the luscious
curve. It pleased him, and he felt it through Jin�s pants, flattered that Jin wasn�t
at all averse to what they had just agreed on; he was quite up for it. Hwoarang
felt Jin�s length through his pants, and going by how Jin panted or sucked in
the middle of the kiss, Jin wasn�t indifferent to his efforts.
Hwoarang picked himself up on
all fours, giving Jin a chance to rise up on his elbows. Jin found himself in
the exact same position as Hwoarang earlier--only now their positions had been
reversed. He upped the stakes by gently prying between Jin�s legs and leaned
over for a kiss or few. His courtly modesty was quickly foiled, as Jin was determinedly
depantsing him.
He felt the fingers touch his
hips breezily and then his pants and underwear were pulled down and his erection
bobbed free. He would have felt awkward at the quick exposure, except for the
devoted hunger on Jin�s face, which sparked even a flair of rivalry: he wasn�t
going to be second in who was more turned on. He knocked Jin down, even though
the man was most reluctant to comply, and went to tug back Jin�s waistband,
mindful to give attention to Jin�s length, which distended through his pants
with a shining dark profile. With a kiss on Jin�s lower abdomen, simultaneously
feeling a feathery brush to his shoulder and reluctantly relinquishing his
clothed hold, he unearthed Jin. Hwoarang gathered all the rag-tag clothes discarded
on the bed, mashed them into a ball, and threw them out of the way from being
an annoyance.
�On the floor, next to the bed,�
Jin said suddenly.
Hwoarang looked over the bed curiously
and nearly fell over, trying to see better. He scrambled on his hands and felt
Jin grab his legs to stop him from toppling over, and even then, stark naked
and sprawled across Jin, he could see some humor in his present stance. He
thought he heard a stifled sound, which didn�t help his mirth one bit.
Laughing, despite it all, he scooped a hand around the floor and landed it on a
pile of wraps and a flask. He scooped the materials in his hand and scrambled
up.
�Aw.�
Hwoarang shot Jin a reproachful look.
�Don�t you start.�
Jin merely looked back with
polite interest, but even he couldn�t help with twitch of his lips when
Hwoarang reached to brush at his inner thigh, not-so-accidentally brushing his
fingertips on his package as well, with the same knowing smirk on his face.
Then Hwoarang quickly assessed the loot: rubbers and something to smooth the
glide. He pushed them to wait on the sheets next to them.
��Right you are,� he said and smacked Jin�s
thighs. �Up, baby.�
�Hm?� Jin raised himself anyway
and lifted up into a better position.
�I think you should be on your
knees.�
Jin looked uneasy.
�Just until I get it in.�
Jin hesitated, but he did
fulfill his wish eventually and scramble up on all fours. Hwoarang saw how Jin
psyched up, but the hesitation didn�t die: Jin threw a worried look back.
�Trust me. Please?� Hwoarang
rubbed at Jin�s thigh appealingly.
Jin looked blue, but he couldn�t
refuse such a request. He nodded and faced the headboard.
He could understand Jin�s
unease: it seemed very animalistic and, to Jin, probably like he wasn�t
appreciated very much, when the opposite was the true. Hwoarang wavered a
little, but he chose not to break the moment and settled on petting Jin�s
buttock comfortingly. He picked one of the foils... and hesitated. Did they
really need these things? He did consider asking how Jin felt about it, but Jin
had already gotten the things. He proceeded to open the foil and don one with
care. He was glad his shaft had proven immune against delays, and he patted it
in thanks.
Hwoarang picked up the bottle
and uncapped the cork, delighting in passing in the pleasant whiff of the smell
it gave. The cool tingled on the tips of his fingers.� �I�ll work you a little?� It would have been
so much more comfortable to have Jin read his mind rather than have to ask. He
made a mental note to perfect their telepathy.
�If it�s the same to you, just
do it. Slowly.�
The same to him? More like a
mouth-watering fantasy come true. Hwoarang kissed Jin�s lower back fiercely,
and felt Jin relax in turn, even if only by a margin. Gently, he parted Jin�s
legs for more room and caressed his inner thighs. Hwoarang took a moment to
coat the tip of his erection and dab some wetness onto Jin, without indulging
in additional finger play. He leaned over to kiss along Jin�s spine, even
finishing with quick pecks below the waistline. Then he grabbed his erection,
gave it a few hearty strokes to keep it in the game, and inched closer. �All
right... let�s do it.�
With his shaft in hand, Hwoarang
drew close until he touched the head of his penis to Jin�s rear. The head
briefly glided on his skin intimately. Light though the touch, Jin flinched.
He directed the slippery head again
and spiraled it around its destination, getting Jin used to the sensation that
something was there. The lead-in was sexing him senseless, too. He played with
his dick a little, and again advanced his target in lazy circles until he
finally ventured to probe in, careful not to make surprise moves. Lubricant
bunched up, but some filled its function and followed him in as he slowly edged
the head into Jin. Jin grunted. He kept it there, gave Jin a chance to get used
to the feeling, and then pulled out.
�Okay?�
�Jin grunted in return.
�I�ll go again,� Hwoarang
cautioned. He wanted to fall forward and slip a hand around to give Jin�s dick
a squeeze, but he feared Jin would bolt on him for good. He petted Jin�s hip
comfortingly and waited to push in again. �You got to want it,� he said gently.
Jin figured what he was trying
to say and, with gratifying slowness, half an inch at a time, Hwoarang was
allowed to proceed. The tightness was incredible and so nice... and just like
that, he was fully sheathed. He was in all the way. He relished the feeling and
then took an experimental nudge back and forth. He allowed Jin to get used to
the feeling before trying a larger arc that, satisfyingly, ended in his pubic
hair flirting with Jin�s ass.
Jin gave just the slightest
sound: a low, voluntary, and painfree sigh.
Hwoarang had never felt so sexy.
His voice sounded husky even to his own ears. �Jin, baby. I�m going to move a
little. Just lean on me tightly.�
Obligingly, Jin didn�t withdraw.
He even backed up a little into Hwoarang�s length and rolled his hips.
Hwoarang groaned. The pressure
on his shaft was incredible. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he wiped the salt
off with his arm. He wrapped a strong arm around Jin and supported himself
against the mattress with the other one. Jin was quick on the uptake and, with Jin
in his arms, Hwoarang carefully tipped them on their sides. He gently guided
Jin�s legs apart to get more room. They fumbled their limbs together, until Jin
braced himself on his leg and steadied them both. Hwoarang pulled the blanket
to cover them both and snuggled closer.
Hwoarang had dislodged
momentarily and grabbed the base of his shaft, easing back into Jin. He found
the position relaxing, even if it called for more concentration to control his
movements. He gyrated his hips experimentally, teasing inside Jin with the tip
of his head, until he ventured to stretch further and flexed his hips
swimmingly. Each move came more suavely, and the friction was perfect, like
sliding on satin. It was arousing past belief.
�Hey...,� he said and pulled out
minutely, unwilling to retreat fully. He stretched carefully until he was
leaning over Jin�s shoulder and moved his mouth until, precisely and infinitely
gently, he reached to press a light, respectful kiss on Jin�s lips.
Jin had trouble believing it; it
reflected in his entire being. Then he himself lifted carefully, and Hwoarang
captured his mouth again, more eager now--less chaste. He was roaming on Jin�s
lips freely, until Jin suddenly took his lips in, and he was suddenly everywhere:
inside, beside, and around Jin all at once. He wrapped his biceps around Jin
and, even as they were still kissing, started moving his hips again.
Jin moaned into his mouth. He
felt Jin ease and tense in his arms in pace with him, but it was the good kind
of tensing--the aroused kind. Finally, Hwoarang managed to tear himself away
from Jin�s lips and concentrate on taking long thrusts, deep and steady. He
wasn�t in a hurry to go anywhere.
�How is it?�
�It doesn�t hurt.� Jin sounded surprised himself... and
joyful.
He was doing it right. �Good,� Hwoarang murmured. Their
conjoined pace stilled for a moment, as he fit Jin tightly against his chest.
Side by side, their bodies formed into a lazy S. Hwoarang rose carefully and
leaned over to capture Jin�s mouth. Jin, though clearly still amazed by the flexibility
their new position allowed, reciprocated more than enthusiastically. When
Hwoarang finally had the heart to resume, Jin was virtually sighing. Hwoarang,
in turn, smiled into Jin�s hair and finally found the skill to give Jin�s
length some much needed attention, in harmony with his own movements.
He remembered all too well how the last time had ended. But
this time, as the peak hit, he had never felt so awake. There was no gray; the
high tide was bright and shining instead. Hwoarang hugged Jin close to his
chest and breathed into his neck, kissing it. He even laughed to himself when
the satisfaction plateaued. He then moved to disentangle himself, attentive of
Jin�s comfort, relishing the heave of Jin�s chest as they finally came apart,
though he couldn�t help pressing up close, on the wane or not. As his own
breathing calmed down, he moved his hand and stroked Jin to perfection.
--
There was some fumbling and tumbling before they could
settle down. Getting up, running into each other. Feeling giddy and dizzy and
endlessly elated. They eventually managed to call it a night, and Hwoarang spooned
Jin.
Jin fell asleep quickly enough;
Hwoarang remained awake a little longer, even though he was just as tired.
Listening to the even breathing, he snuggled to Jin a little tighter and reveled
in the feeling that the world was perfect.

Vast thanks to Gypsie for the proofreading!
Published July 17,
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