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Twisted Affair	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The wait was nothing less than excruciating. During the time Jin was downstairs, Hwoarang had gotten up to pace back and forth across his floor. It was the opportunity he had been waiting for since he had met the guy, so might as well go with the flow. When he finally heard someone approaching the room, he stopped his pacing and smirked, letting his excitement get the best of him.
Watching Jin enter the room, lube in hand and a libidinous gleam in his eye, was just plain overwhelming. Hwoarang couldn't possibly hope to take his eyes off him, but there was no need to anyway. The redhead casually strolled over to meet Jin and glanced down at the lube. "That was a lot quicker than I expected," he started with a smirk, before adding with light sarcasm, "can I take my clothes off yet, Master?"
Inhaling loudly through his nose, Jin let his eyes wander down the Korean body. When their focus returned to the face in front of him, he squinted them, the air passing his lips by way of a hiss. He kicked the door closed behind him with a bang before moving closer. With skilled hand movements, he pulled the mesh shirt up from the pants, the back of his hands pushing it slowly upwards while his fingertips ran firmly up Hwoarang's torso.
That was enough of an answer to the question. The hands on his body felt amazing, and he had to hold his breath to stop from moaning. Upon realising he had no reason to hold back, he grinned and licked his lips. "You can be such an ass sometimes, but right now it's so fucking sexy."
"Alright, that's it!" Jin shouted angrily at him, roughly tearing the mesh shirt off and then shoving the redhead up against the wall. A surprising turn of events, but such a fucking turn on that raven-haired man was; even when it dawned on him that the guy wasn't angry at all. "You're under arrest, punk, put your palms against the wall and spread your legs." Hwoarang felt the Japanese slide his hands from the sides and onto the torso, before moving on to the belt.
Hwoarang looked down dumbly for a moment, but eventually put his hands against the wall and obediently stepped his legs apart. "Sorry officer, I didn't realise my radar wasn't plugged in. You're not gonna check the trunk, are you?"
Amused laughter was heard, and as the sound stopped, the redhead felt something wet tease his neck. "Good boy," Jin breathed, before tugging at the buckle. The belt slid off the Korean's waist, and moments later his arms were twisted down behind his back. Before he knew it, he felt the belt wrapped tightly around his wrists. Hands pulled his glossy pants and briefs down a bit, and he felt fingers stroke his erection intently. When Jin copped a feel of his balls, he whispered seductively. "You're coming with me."
There was no fighting the shiver running down his spine - among other things. His eyes closed briefly and he was sure if he had been religious, he'd be praying to never wake up from that wet dream. He wanted to lean on something to stabilize himself, but it was very hard to do that with his arms bound. "You keep touching me like that, and you can take me anywhere you fucking want."
The sound of a bottle being opened was heard. His pants were pulled down a bit further, until he felt something cold rest against his backside. "Try to relax your muscles. I'll give you a little something now to be more ready for the main course." Jin was whispering slowly, with his mouth so close to the redhead's ear that the Korean could feel the Japanese's breath tickle his skin. The cheeks of his ass were spread, and the coated finger pressed quite gently against his entrance.
Hwoarang panted in anticipation, and tried to look over his shoulder at what was happening. Nothing could be seen, but he wasn't sure he was all that comfortable at the thought of being fucked by a finger. "Dude... A finger? Is that really necessary?"
That arrogant Japanese dared to chuckle at his concern. "Judging from how much pain you've coped with when I've beaten you up..." Jin paused; probably to let that sting, Hwoarang pondered, "I guess it's not strictly necessary. However, a little bit will do you a lot of good." With that, he pushed the finger in firmly through the ring of muscles.
He cringed. Okay, that made it rather obvious why it was necessary. It took awhile for him to relax his muscles as he had been told, but eventually he did. That was much different from what he tolerated in fights. "Fuck, this better start feeling real good real soon."
Being past the outer ring let the Japanese slide his finger further in without bringing much more in the way of pain. While he did so, he slid his other hand downwards, tugging a bit at the pants. Hwoarang wondered whether Jin was unaware that the pants were never going to come off all the way like that, but realised what the man was after when his thigh was brushed by eager fingers. The raven-haired man started easing his finger back and forth a little. When he brought his outside fingers back to nudge the Korean's erection, triggering vague waves of pleasure through Hwoarang's mind, he swiped the finger inside against something that amplified them strongly for just an instant, then pulled it back out.
The feelings were unbelievable. Hwoarang tried to move his hand, wanting to do something to help, only to be reminded that he couldn't. It was driving him crazy to not have even a little bit of control over a situation where he was a complete amateur to begin with. At least he wasn't blindfolded. With a frustrated groan, he had to focus very hard in order to speak something other than gibberish. "You were... right there just then. Why'd you take it away, you fucking tease?"
The response started out with a loud chuckle. "Don't you think I know?" Jin spoke with a touch of what could have been disbelief, before wrapping an arm around the Korean's torso, pulling him along towards the bed. "It'll feel better when we get to the real thing. But unfortunately, there's going to have to be a bit of pain first. It's the nature of the trade, I'm afraid."
"I know there will be pain involved. I wasn't born yesterday." He tried to turn to look at Jin and gave a half-assed grin. "Can you untie me now? It's not like I'm going to try to run away."
"Sheesh, what does a seme have to do these days? A bit of appreciation would be nice, you know..." Jin said jokingly, then smirked before he sat down on the bed. Pulling the still standing Korean closer, he ran his tongue slowly up the erection from the hilt to the tip. "I'll untie you in a minute." He circled the manhood's head for a moment, before gazing thoughtfully up at the redhead's face.
He made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan as he gazed down lustfully at his rival. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe he had gone crazy, but every single thing about that man was driving him up the wall. He curled his lip up in a dazed smirk and took a deep breath. "Oh I'm very appreciative of you, Mr. Seme. You have no idea."
With a loud inhale, Jin got to his feet. Leaning forward, he took the Korean's head in a firm grip, parting the lips with his tongue. Another teasing yet determined kiss followed before he retracted and stepped aside, nodding towards the bed. "Get down there, on your stomach."
Hwoarang thought about saying no, but after all that, he simply didn't care enough about being defiant. If this ever happened again, he could make a stand for his pride then, but at the moment he didn't want to screw it up. With a partly cynical glance at Jin, he shrugged it off and allowed himself to fall forward onto the bed - as annoying as it was to do without his hands. He would have climbed on normally, but had no desire to stick his ass up into the air. In a sarcastically cheerful voice, he asked, "would you like fries with that, you bossy prick?"
Laughing loudly at that, Jin grabbed Hwoarang's glossy pants by the ankles and started pulling. Not wanting to slow anything down, the Korean proceeded to kick them off, and he felt hands brush his thighs for a moment. With a content sigh, Jin sat himself gently down on the redhead's legs before untying the belt, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. "Yes, please. Fries would be good, Mr. Cheonyeo." He paused a little, finishing the unbuttoning of his shirt. As Hwoarang withdrew his hands and started pushing himself up a bit, the Japanese leant forward, his fingers sliding up the Korean's warm skin until he rested his chest on the other man's upper back.
It was very difficult to move in that position, but he knew who could be blamed for that. He made an attempt to shift to get more comfortable, but eventually gave up. He turned his head and sighed. "And here I always thought you were more of an introvert."
The Japanese moaned intently, lifting himself up a little to nuzzle the redhead's back. Soon his lips were brought down to touch several places as well, and fingers were touching, brushing and rubbing, making the redhead shudder from the attentions. "Never in bed, Cheonyeo. Never in bed." Jin finally answered, then resumed his slow, determined touches in what felt more and more like a thorough inspection.
"Mmm, that feels good..." Hwoarang moved his hips slightly, feeling a little anxious in that area. It was just too cruel to get him all excited and then calm everything down like that! "Why do I have to be on my stomach? What am I supposed to do like this? I can't even reach you if I wanted to... What if I wanted to kiss you? Or is that only a privilege for the seme too?"
Leaning over so that the redhead would be able to see his friendly grin, Jin crooned softly. "You're on your stomach because I'm going to take you. But since you want to do your part," he paused while lubricating a finger in Hwoarang's line of vision, "let me hear it. Talk dirty or beg, up to you." He brought his hand down to the Korean's backside while using the other to undo his own belt buckle.
Eyes widening at the request, the redhead considered it for a second before frowning deeply down at the black blanket beneath him. "You can't be serious." He tried to twist to get a more stable look at the guy. "I wouldn't be caught dead begging for something like this. As for dirty talk... Just no."
"Be glad I'm going easy on rule number two, or I'd have you recite a novel..." Jin slid out of his pants, then pushed his coated fingertip against Hwoarang's opening. "You know what? If you want to be that boring a lay, fine. I'm not here to be difficult, so I'll own your ass anyway." His finger delved in past the outer ring of muscles, before starting to bend it a little. The stretching was minimal, but it was nevertheless rather painful.
Between cringing and groaning slightly, Hwoarang sulked. He considered how he could make it more difficult for Jin, but maybe that would be counterproductive. In a quiet voice, he muttered, "What do you want me to beg for anyway?"
The Japanese leant forward again, bringing his lips up to brush against the redhead's ear. He was easing his finger in and out slowly when he started whispering. "Look, I didn't mean it like that. You're not that bad... I mean, you're strong, I like your hairstyle and you've got an excellent sense for picking out clothes. I shouldn't be asking for you to be a good fuck as well. Sorry about that, Cheonyeo." Pulling out of Hwoarang, he silently took more lube onto two of his fingers.
Not sure whether to be thankful for the apology or even more insulted, Hwoarang decided to push his petty issues aside and closed his eyes, moving his leg to brush against Jin. He smiled bitterly and faked a seductively demanding tone. "Apology accepted. Now shut up and fuck me, Romeo."
As the two fingers delved into Hwoarang, a little gasp forced itself past the Korean's lips. It didn't take long until the Japanese started scissoring while massaging the shoulder beneath him. The controlled rubbing proved a good distraction from the pain, helping out on relaxing the muscles. When the fingers started probing, Jin let out a shaky hiss before sinking his teeth into the redhead's neck.
'Did he just fucking bite me?!' Hwoarang couldn't fight the moan as the pain started being dominated by the anticipation and who even knew what else he was feeling. It felt nothing like his many rendez-vous with his right hand, and it was the complete opposite of his many fantasies of that one moment, but he wasn't about to complain. "Alright... Now... More."
Jin kept probing steadily, only pausing momentarily to supply more lube to his fingers. His tongue flicked harshly over where he had just bitten the Korean. As he pushed himself up a little to oil up his length, his fingers started to tickle Hwoarang's sweet spot. "More? What do you mean, Cheonyeo?"
"Oh screw you, cruel bastard..." The Korean moved his hips back, trying to get more of that feeling. Cruel. Too cruel. After that, there was absolutely no doubt the bastard was a Mishima at heart. He cursed wildly in his mother tongue for a good few seconds before finally trying to come up with a comprehensible response. "You know exactly what I want, you mean fuck."
With a loud inhale, Jin withdrew his fingers and positioned his manhood. "Fuck...? Oh, you mean, you want me inside you? That I can do..." His hands played lightly over the redhead's back for a moment, before resting firmly on his hips. A second later, he started pushing forward, slowly but surely, his erection forcing the muscles aside on its way inwards.
Hwoarang's breath got caught in his throat and he growled through the intrusion. He was sure he saw an explosion of light in his eyes, but was far too distracted by the agony his ass was going through to bother thinking about it. Was that supposed to hurt so much? He couldn't possibly form the words to ask. His hands fisted the blankets as he could eventually gasp for air again. "Jesus fucking Christ..."
The Korean realised Jin had stopped, a hand sliding down from his hip to brush against his thigh. When his breath had stabilized, that was apparently taken as the go ahead signal, as the slow motion into his depths continued. "Almost there now..." The voice sounded reassuring, and it only took two seconds before Jin came through with his promise, his erection having finally reached the very special place within the redhead.
The contrast of pain to pleasure was driving him crazy. He moaned his appreciation and rolled his head back. He may not have known how serious this was to Jin, or what sort of cruel or kind sensation would be coming next, but he did know one thing. No more Mr. Cheonyeo. He had been saving himself for this, so he took a moment to just enjoy it. "Oh man, I'm so fucking glad I'm not straight."
He felt the hand on his thigh slowly delve upwards. His groin region was lifted a bit, and he felt the Japanese's fingers brush gently against his balls. Wondering for a moment if that was the start of something cruel, he was proved wrong straight afterwards when Jin's motion within him reversed, followed by a quicker thrust against the same spot that made the world blur away, his mind engulfed in pleasure.
A few more incoherent curses turned into a panted moan. He swallowed hard, and buried his face into the blanket as he attempted to not get carried away. When Jin began to nudge at his aching erection during the mind-blowing thrusts, Hwoarang's body drew up tense with a shuddery exhale. He clenched his muscles around Jin and a rolling purr-like growl resonated in the back of his throat.
He heard the raven-haired man start panting heavily as a response. Gradually the pace picked up, and soon he could feel the opened shirt tickle his sides occasionally. At least the pain in the background assured him that he wasn't dreaming, but that the waves through his mind indeed stemmed from being fucked by Jin Kazama. The grip around his erection tightened as the Japanese started to pump him determinedly, matching the rhythm the manhood was rammed into him with.
His moans came more frequently and he moved his legs further apart as if that would help stabilize him. It was hopeless. The redhead put his palms against the bed and pushed against it as he began a subtle movement to match Jin's pace.
The pressure rose steadily, the Japanese showing great precision by treating both his manhood and his ass to as much as he could handle, but never going beyond that. It was so wonderful, he didn't want it to end, but for that very reason, he knew it'd end soon. His counter-rhythm became steadier when Jin brought his free hand to the top of his thigh, pulling him gently backwards every time the Japanese's erection pounded through his passage.
There was no way he could hold it back anymore. He trembled with pleasure as the pumping of his arousal came faster. The pressure was too much and he felt like he was about to explode, but he tried to hold it in. It was too good to end. Finally he released, spilling his seed all over the clean comforter. Jin fucked him for another few seconds, before the Korean felt something hot and sticky fill his interior. The Japanese manhood was promptly pulled out, brushing against his backside on the way out.
As soon as it was over, Hwoarang groaned and cursed at himself for not holding it in long enough to spill it somewhere easier to clean. "Shit..." Meanwhile, the raven-haired man twisted a bit to get his shirt off, tossing it over to his kit. Grabbing a clean, black sheet, he moved over to the wall, laying down on his side facing the redhead. "Good night, Hwoarang." Jin said with a smile. Seconds later, his eyelids closed.
For a good minute, Hwoarang just stared at him in disbelief. It was weird hearing his name spoken by that man. He couldn't recall it ever happening before, and it was certainly nice to not be called Cheonyeo anymore. As much as he wanted to enjoy the moment, he couldn't fight the nagging feeling at the back of his subconscious bothering him about the mess. The man who had instilled that reflex in him was nowhere in sight, but there was still no reason to fight it, so he shakily pushed to his feet.
He quickly took all the clothes up off the floor and left them on a chair so he could deal with them later, then grabbed the black comforter and hauled it out into the hallway. Not surprisingly, he was met by a friend who immediately grinned sheepishly and moved to help him with the blanket.
Ha Neul paused, suddenly realising Hwoarang was still nude. "... I'm sure the world wouldn't mind a glimpse of your glorious body," he mentioned sarcastically, "but couldn't you have, you know, put some pants on?"
"Not until I take a shower. I don't wanna get my clothes any more dirty." Hwoarang started down the stairs.
"... You freak."
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Another failure. Those soldiers were supposed to be capable and trained for that kind of thing. But of course, they failed once again just like they had failed so many times before. Even after they had located the hotel where the youngest of the Mishima bloodline was staying, they still managed to screw up on capturing him. The one thing they had done right was opening the safe and bringing back something that appeared to be very valuable to the twerp.
Kazuya sat in the back of his car, eyeing the statuette in his hand. For whatever reason, he had a feeling his flesh and blood would be coming for it soon enough, and he would be there waiting to greet him with open arms. That was what mattered. Jin Kazama would come, but until then, Kazuya had no intention of giving up his search of both his son and the purpose of his new little figurine.
"Sir..." A captain of the Tekken Force timidly spoke. "My men have searched all the hotels and inns within this town and neighbouring towns. We've checked all the bath houses and the subject is nowhere to be found."
Kazuya didn't even look up as he thought about that. He knew where to look if all else failed. A slow smirk crept upon his scarred face as he stroked the figurine's face. "I've got one nerve left and your incompetent men are wearing it thin. I suppose if I want this done right, I'll have to do it myself."
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The night had been rather uneventful when it came to visions. Jin didn't have any further leads than the day before, but he knew the general area, so he figured he could meditate there. Proximity sometimes helped quite a bit in his experience. As he moved his hand up to rub his eye, it brushed against something soft on the way. Choosing another direction, he rubbed and opened his yes, and stared down at the red mane against his throat and chin.
His companion had snuggled up as close as he could, with an arm around his waist and a cheek resting on his chest. Jin found that he liked it; he felt more appreciated when his lovers did that. Not that he understood what the big deal was about... after all, it was just sex. But he still enjoyed the feeling. It was hard not to think back to the years before when he lived with his grandfather, wondering what he had done wrong. Why did the old man shoot him? The nagging feeling of it being his fault that he was so bluntly and terminally rejected by the one person providing for him had plagued him frequently the last two years. Hwoarang's gesture soothed that pain, and for that, Jin was grateful.
He wrapped an arm gently around to the redhead's back. The body heat of his companion made this very comfortable, and he let out a content yawn before letting his eyes drift across the room. On a chair near the bed he saw his clothes neatly folded without a single crease out of shape. Hwoarang's clothes were nowhere in sight, and the bottle of lube was gone as well. An amused chuckle was impossible to hold back. Being cared for by a street punk certainly wasn't something he had expected to ever happen. No matter how strangely appealing the idea was, he still made a mental note to check his wallet and see if there was a 'fee' charged.
Lifting the Korean's head gently, he let his breath run over the nose, mouth and cheeks. His mother had taught him that this was how he was supposed to wake up his future girl, and after what had happened, Jin found that Hwoarang was close enough. He had a friendly smile on his face as he silently studied the redhead's features, waiting for the brown eyes to open and look at him.
Hwoarang stirred and drowsily muttered something that was promptly interrupted by a grunt. The eyelids fluttered open to fix Jin with a sleepy gaze before he closed them again and moved as if preparing to fall back asleep. "hnn... Not yet. I'll wake up in ... a week," he slurred through a yawn. "My ass fucking hurts."
Jin's hand left the Korean's chin, allowing the head once again to rest against his chest. Gently grazing the cheek, he responded in a warm voice. "Don't you want to say goodbye before I leave?" He brought his hand around to the other and started stroking his companion's back a little with both arms. After a deep, calming breath, he let out a content sigh.
That got his attention. Almost immediately the dark Korean eyes shot back open, but there was hesitation before he spoke. "You're leaving? ... I mean, I didn't really expect you to stay or anything, but... Where are you gonna go?"
The way that was said made Jin feel he was welcome to stay further, but he was reluctant to receive more help. Besides, the search, meditation and training left too little time to give someone else the attention he knew they expected after being fucked. "Well, obviously I can't go to a hotel. I was thinking I could buy a tent, I doubt the Force will check for me in the wilderness. I'll need to go shopping quite a bit anyway. Need a backpack or new bags, and then... I'm kind of short when it comes to belongings at the moment."
"... A tent? I may not be the most polite man in the world, and I know all about that nature fetish you Kazamas seem to have, but seriously, Jin. Do you really want to spend who-knows-how-long as an all night buffet for insects, and wiping your ass with leaves?" Hwoarang sat up and stretched his arms into the air. "You can stay here as long as you need to. We've got a garden. You can do your little hippie stuff there."
In a way, it felt like a good time to explain exactly what he was doing there, since the Korean was taking about 'little hippie stuff' anyway. But he knew he couldn't do that. It would be hard to believe, and also put them both in danger if it became possible to push Hwoarang for key information. However, he thought that perhaps he could mention the general issue, and decided to do so after a moment of contemplation. "When you put it that way, tenting doesn't sound very appealing... but I'm afraid my little hippie stuff must be done at a rather specific place, which is more than an hour's walk from here."
The redhead looked back at Jin with a skeptical frown. "You really are careful about what you say, aren't you? Everything you've told me has been vague like that since you got here." He waved his hand dismissively as he got up to his feet. "Yeah, yeah, I know it's none of my business. When you need to go do your tree-hugging, let me know. I'll give you a lift."
Shaking his head a little, the raven-haired man got to his feet as well. He was rarely tolerant when it came to name-calling about him and his lifestyle, and part of his mind wanted to shut the guy up. The other part wanted to push the Korean to the floor and fuck him harder than the night before, which was an amusing mental image, but a bit frustrating nonetheless, given how hard it was to focus on what was important. He watched his companion sternly before realising he didn't know what to say. Hwoarang had just been exceedingly helpful, and it felt wrong to tell him off for putting more help on the table, even if he didn't want it.
Instead, he pondered for a moment why the man was so eager to, and an idea struck him. Putting on a sincere expression, he spoke calmly. "You know, you deserved every second of that fuck last night. Helping out was nice of you, and you didn't have to do that. However..." He paused for a bit, not knowing how to say this. He didn't want to be cruel or to sound ridiculous, but he had started, so he had to finish. "I made an exception last night. Okay, maybe I'm a mean, bossy prick in bed, but that's who I am. If you can't put up with a cruel control freak, don't offer me help."
Hwoarang's face darkened considerably as he pulled a pair of jeans out of his closet, and stepped into them. "A 'thank you' fuck, huh? How's about a 'you're welcome' kick in the head? This may surprise you, but I didn't offer to help last night just so I could get laid, and I'm not trying to get onto your fuckables list today either. I always knew you were a control freak, and if I didn't like it, do you really think I would have bent over for you anyway? Did you ever think that maybe I like that you're a cruel bossy prick?" Hwoarang grabbed a comb to quickly pull through his hair before continuing. "Just accept the fucking help, and go take a shower. I'll go take you somewhere to buy some new clothes."
Now that was not the response Jin expected. He blinked for a moment, taking in what the guy had said. Then a smirk gradually spread onto his face. "If you like it, stop making it sound like you don't, 'cause if you're going to stop whining when I boss you around," he paused and grabbed the Korean's head. His tongue quickly parted the soft lips, licking the resident tongue before retracting. Then he continued as if nothing had happened while starting to pull his pants on. "Then I'll take that offer. Keep in mind I don't have that much cash to spend on clothes, though."
"Even more reason for me to shop with you." Without bothering to put on a shirt, Hwoarang shrugged into a dark denim jacket and only did up the bottom two buttons. He briefly licked his lips, and then smiled suggestively at Jin. "You'd look so hot in nothing but a leather thong and a cowboy hat."
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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here:
http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260
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MMishima: Thanks for reviewing :) New angle on purpose; trying to write something that isn't done to death already. Canon doesn't really say anything about virginity for either character, but making Jin a virgin seems common, so we figured reversing that was worth a shot. We've also tried to keep genes (Jun and Kazuya) and upbringing (Jun and Heihachi) in mind when shaping Jin's character. Tried to stick strictly to canon, but we may have slipped somewhere... could've written pages on this, but this'll have to do! Rabbit hole deep enough yet? ;)
More than one additional pairing coming too... now who could that be?
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