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Twisted Affair	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been hard to fall asleep that night. His bed felt so lonely without that gorgeous body next to him, his life suddenly appearing so empty. One thing was chasing after a guy who didn't seem to give a shit about anyone; an entirely different thing was having been with him for a night, and then fuck it all up. He knew what he was missing out on now - something he had doubted he could ever get - and that was not how things were supposed to work out.

When Hwoarang first met that silent Japanese, a smile meant that the guy was about to punch someone in the face. Hard. However, at the fourth tournament, he didn't even smile at that. Instead, Jin kept harping on about his destiny. That could have been cute, if not for the fact that it was a way of saying killing his family. Not that the Korean would have overly minded a world without Heihachi and Kazuya, but removing the bloodline from the face of the Earth also meant Jin would have to take his own life. That was scary, upsetting and just wrong.

Jin had kept saying how unimportant Hwoarang was, and that stung real badly. Last time was when they were matched up at the Fifth Tournament, and the Korean had immediately gone on the defensive, telling him to shut up and fight. Of course, that was what happened, and then the Japanese had just taken off, leaving him there to sulk.

At least back then the raven-haired man had no idea how he felt. Hwoarang had known that if Jin was in danger, he'd save him. He had been genuinely worried for the guy already at the third tournament, both over Ogre and whatever that evil bastard Heihachi had in store for him. When the end neared, he knew well he'd put his life on the line for the Japanese, but thankfully it never came to that.

But now, after the last two days, his feelings were out in the open. There was no use denying anything anymore. There was no use saying he entered the Fourth Tournament to claim the Zaibatsu - when he knew full well that the first thing he'd do if he won it was sell it, and then seek out Jin - or that his motivation was based on hatred and rivalry. Whoever won their fights was completely inconsequential; Jin's attention was what he was after. He once had a weird dream that he actually defeated the guy at the Fifth Tournament, and then watched in despair as the guy left to 'complete his destiny' anyway. Hwoarang had woken up in panic, sweating all over his body. Not only would he yet again have failed to get the guy's attention, but he'd also have lost the best excuse he ever had. He would have won a fight, but lost everything in the process.

No. Who won wasn't inconsequential. It would have been bad to win. Winning would have made everything harder.

Depressing thoughts. But he couldn't let them get him down. He was not the quitting kind! Or well, maybe he was... off the top of his head, he couldn't recall anything important he had ever finished. When it came to Jin, though, it was different. He'd walk to the ends of the Earth, and then onwards. It had been several years already, but his obsession was only stronger now than at first.

The Korean had been afraid of setting himself up for rejection for so long, but now that he both had done that, and gotten rejected the night before, he felt free to stoop lower. There was nothing left to lose by being direct.

Of course, he was sure Ha Neul would be convinced he had blown his chances. Jin himself probably thought things were over now. But he'd show them that they were wrong. Nobody got to deny him Jin - not even Jin himself! That Japanese could be a cold bastard all he wanted, but since it was him the redhead had laid his eyes on, he'd just have to suck it up. They were going to be together, no matter what it took. Not getting Jin now would be losing, and Hwoarang had every intention of winning.

Then again, he was sure that raven-haired man was furious with him right now. How the Hell was he supposed to fix things? It'd probably take ages before the guy even talked to him again after what just happened.

Hwoarang frowned. Shit, what the fuck would this take...

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Sleeping in the tent hadn't proven as uncomfortable as the Korean had predicted. Jin had slept rather well, but meditation had been ineffective. He couldn't help feeling a bit bad about what happened the night before... he hadn't wanted it to end like that. However, the Korean had left him no choice and he found that the fact he had managed not only to leave the redhead alive, but without serious injuries, was rather impressive. Without the hope of reviving his mother to motivate him, he would probably have killed that bastard for what he did.

The Japanese had found the general area about as quickly as by daylight, but the dark green tent was more of a challenge. He hadn't kept close track of the time, but he was sure it had taken him more than an hour. When he woke back up, he had tried another session of meditation, but without any tangible results. So he had set out to continue searching where he left off; wouldn't hurt to get a bit lucky.

It only took a few hours before he decided it was time for lunch. He was rather hungry, and the search was quickly turning boring. He hadn't really cared about that before, but his mood wasn't among the most stable. Strange really; he had been looking for a way to stop the redhead's obsession with him ever since the third tournament, and now that could have been accomplished. Yet he was still angry about it. Why did it matter so much to him how it had happened? He didn't know. Perhaps his mind wouldn't get proper rest before he meditated to ponder it. It wasn't like searching at random was that good an idea if he could be guided to the right place by visions, so it was certainly worth trying to clear his mind a bit.

Just as he had made up his mind about that and was returning to the tent, he spotted the Korean next to it. After pondering whether to just beat the guy up and be done with it, he identified what the guy was doing and hesitated a little. The guy was arranging food. Sighing, he was insulted the man thought his forgiveness could be bought with a meal.

It was hard to muster strong determination, though. His instincts told him the redhead deserved a great deal of pain, but Jin didn't want to be someone who enjoyed inflicting pain. Normally relying on instincts and training to keep his strong desires in that direction at bay, it was difficult in this situation since it was outside of his control. He hated that, and with the anger from last night returning to his body, he stopped a few meters away from Hwoarang. Scowling intensely, he felt his body drop into a fighting stance all by itself.

With a roll of the eyes that plainly said Hwoarang expected anger, the guy stood up straight and took a cautious step forward. It seemed a little unusual that the Korean was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and not-so-tight pants, but perhaps it was a defense against nature. "Relax, will ya? I just thought that you didn't have anything but berries and bugs to eat out here, so I fixed up something. I actually got a chance to go out and buy some real food this morning since I was up early enough. I had no idea there was so little people at the market that early on a weekday... Anyway, I got you something else too while I was down there."

The words just drifted past Jin as meaningless babble. He was too angry to pay proper attention anyway. His eyes remained focused on the Korean, and he didn't move a muscle. "Your breath is such a waste of good oxygen. Get out of my way, I have things to do."

"You're right. I don't want to slow you down anymore, but I can't accept after all the time that I've dedicated to getting your respect and your attention, that I would fuck it up so quickly. I didn't mean what I said last night. I was mad so I just blurted a bunch of nonsense... I... I guess I'm sorry." Hwoarang bowed deeply, before quietly adding, "Please eat before the bugs get in it."

He pondered kicking the food over out of spite, but was relieved he caught himself in time. "You're sorry? So what! Do I look like I care?" That came out more or less as an annoyed growl. He stared disbelievingly at the Korean's lowered head before continuing. "You think I'm going to put up with you again just because you apologise? And this from the brat who told me that talk is cheap?"

There was a pause that lasted no less than three seconds before the dark Korean eyes raised to look at him. There was no hint of anger or guilt. Whatever he was feeling, it was well hidden - for once. "I don't expect you to accept my apology. I know that I haven't done anything to deserve forgiveness, but it's a start, isn't it? Don't you wanna see what else I got you?"

The lack of tells to help him figure out what the redhead was thinking unnerved Jin a little. However, the guy was still playing the same tune as earlier, just quite a bit more eagerly. Or perhaps desperately. In either case, having just slipped for a minute the day before, it was back to the same old now. "Why do you even pretend you care? You proved beyond doubt that you don't, last night. Now, I don't get what the Hell you're after, but if you want me to have any more patience with you, it would be a good idea to tell me." Jin saw it more or less as a win-win request. He wanted to know, and given a refusal to explain he'd have an easier argument.

"I'm not pretending anything." He turned to dig through a bag he had brought along, and took out something a little smaller than a shoe box. "The honest truth of the matter is that I really don't want to lose something. I don't care whether you're on top or that you have a few crazy fetishes. What I am after is you and that's all. Whether you believe me or not, it won't fucking change..."

Jin couldn't help but smirk at the container in the redhead's hand. "Is that the engagement ring, then?" He groaned and fell out of his fighting stance, idly scratching his scalp with his left hand for a moment. It felt quite a bit awkward with his gorgeous, foul-mouthed rival standing there in front of him, making such statements. And also, unfortunately, slightly arousing. "You know, if that's the truth, perhaps you should have paid a little attention to what I told you." His smirk gradually broadened to a curious grin. "Maybe that's what you did?" He added thoughtfully before moving his eyes from the box to the brown eyes, again scouting for information.

Hwoarang still gave no hint as to what was going on in that childishly conniving head of his. He gave a slight shrug as he met the gaze without faltering. "You told me a lot of things. It's hard to tell which words I'm supposed to pay attention to. This isn't a ring though, sorry to disappoint. It's simply a gift... And a personal offer for you to consider. Go on and take it."

Not being able to resist to learn what it was the Korean had brought any longer, Jin accepted the box. Taking the lid off, he looked down at a pair of leather fighting gloves. They were fingerless, with red and black intertwining in patterns covering them in entirety. Next to them was a black silk sash. Feeling more than a bit confused, he looked up to meet Hwoarang's gaze with a quirked brow. "Uh... gloves?"

"Yep." Hwoarang settled down near the food again, shooing a fly away from the salmon. "Gloves. Not only do they go well with that leather outfit I bought you - the same one we were looking at when we went shopping, I could tell you liked it - but they're actually functional." He tilted his head and a faint smile began to creep upon his nonchalant gaze. "Don't you want to know what the sash is for?"

That made the Japanese's heart lighten considerably. Something told him that the redhead really had bought that, and considering a price tag of over 40 000 yen, it did speak louder than words. Generally not someone who was impressed by material things, he was sure that if Hwoarang wasn't sorry, he'd never spend that kind of money on him. Besides, if the plan was to anger him further, the redhead probably wouldn't have bought him fighting gloves. "Headband, perhaps?" He suggested, trying to pick up a light voice, but failing.

It was hard for Jin to figure out how he felt about it all at this point. The guy was going to keep bothering him, but the day before he had gotten some useful help, and now this... perhaps all he needed to do was set the record straight, and it would work out. It was worth trying, at least.

Watching how the Korean behaved when aiming for forgiveness told him that being nice and easy about it would be passing up a good opportunity for leverage. He had no desire to be mean, though, and would give his companion the satisfaction later on if things worked out.

His comment seemed to be enough to break Hwoarang out into a broad grin. The Korean shook his head and bit his lip in thought for a few seconds before finally responding. "It's for your creepy little fetish. Whoever you decide to tie up will largely appreciate being spared the irritation of a bulky belt."

"I guess that's not a bad idea." Jin smirked lightly, silently mourning his bondage collection. Albeit small, it had felt rather personal. Somehow being shot by his grandfather who owned the house it was in didn't encourage him to go fetch it when he went to Australia. With a sigh, he sat down next to the food. "Alright. Maybe I'll forgive you. I'll think about it. In the meantime, what's for lunch?"

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The meal went surprisingly well. The steamed fish and miso soup were still warm when they finally got to eating them, and the salad was made from fresh garden greens. Even though there were numerous insects wanting to be included, it still went rather well. Within a few long minutes, the food had been nicely polished off.

Everything had gone much better than expected, and ahead of schedule too. Hwoarang had been convinced it would take a few days or so to get Jin to listen to him, and he was well prepared to just go back to following the man around. Any other Mishima probably would have killed him by then, so he guessed the Japanese got the forgiving nature from his mother's side. Either way, what mattered was that it had worked so far. But there was still much to be done.

The Korean sucked some salad dressing off the back of his hand while he eyed a bug he didn't recognise make its way up his pant leg. He curiously put his finger down for it to crawl onto so he could get a better look - if it dared bite him, it would get squashed.

Getting to his feet, Jin idly brushed a bit of soil off his pants. He rolled his head for a bit before gazing over at the redhead. "Thanks for the food and the gift, Hwoarang. Delicious meal." He closed his eyes for a minute before turning to the side, his attention drifting into the distance. "I'll go meditate a bit before I go back to searching."

It was time to get back to the strategy it seemed. Of course, Jin might have appreciated being left to do his searching, but if that was allowed to happen, Hwoarang was afraid he'd lose momentum, and his manipulation would probably get sloppy over time. "You don't look like you're in a hurry. Couldn't it wait just a little while?"

The Japanese sighed, leaning against the closest tree and letting his eyes drift momentarily onto the redhead. There was a bit of patience in that pose, but not much. "A little while? What for?"

"I have more to say, and it's better if I say it now than when you're in the middle of something, isn't it?" Hwoarang got up and stepped over toward Jin. It was extremely hard to be determined and honest without being too forward. "I thought a lot about what you said last night. Whether or not you said it just to shut me up, I still figured if I don't put this on the table, you probably won't even consider it." He paused, being very careful about how he worded it. "For what it's worth... If and when the time comes, I will follow your rules as best I can."

A touch of something brought a subtle shiver to Jin's breath. The Korean noticed it immediately, and recognizing it from two days before, he was convinced that was lust, not anger. "Sounds good. Anything else before I go?" Well, the tone of that made him certain. However, it was still somewhat disappointing not to get more of a response. Objectively, it was excellent; but Hwoarang didn't want to be objective, he wanted success. He wanted Jin to drop the hippie stuff, spin him around and fuck his brains out. Hell, he had worked so hard for it now, he deserved it, didn't he?

When it came to the real world, though, the Korean figured there wasn't much more he could say at that point without ruining it for himself. Still, there was no way he could leave it at that. "Yeah... If you use that sash on anyone that's not me, I will seriously hunt you down and bust your balls. Okay, you can go now." In a much less serious voice, he added, "I'll go bend myself over a log and just pretend that for once I was able to seduce you."

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To his great surprise, Jin found that the redhead left it with that. He had treated the guy to a nod and a little smirk in the hopes of that ending the conversation, and somehow that worked. It felt good not to be forced to waste more of that precious daylight on talking, especially now that Hwoarang had apologised. Not that it solved everything, but his heart was still a bit lighter.

After going off to a suitable place for meditating, he was able to focus much better than in the morning. So much better, in fact, that he realised the right area to search in was a good twenty minutes of walking from the tent. He pondered moving it, but decided that in case things turned sour between them in the near future, it'd be nice to be able to move the tent a few kilometers without letting Hwoarang know. Perhaps that'd buy him a bit of time.

He searched with great concentration, trying to find rocks lined up as he had seen them in the vision. How the amulet got to a place like this in the first place was beyond him, but it didn't really matter whether it was someone who had hidden it, lost it or if there was some strange power behind it. As long as it was there, that would be enough.

Despite being more motivated by having closed in further, he still couldn't help feeling a bit bored. The Korean had stirred a fair amount of desire within him, and his mind frequently drifted on to it. Perhaps he was a little vengeful and angry, and thus wanted to have the guy submit after the liberties the redhead had taken himself the night before. As time passed, though, it was more a case of being horny. In either case, the same means would meet both ends.

Returning towards the area where he had set up the tent, he pondered whether he should just be nice, saying straight that he was ready for some action and just try to get on with it. However, it appealed more to him to just let Hwoarang bring it up. If the guy wasn't sufficiently enthusiastic, this wouldn't be all that much fun, and he wouldn't mind passing up on it. A little patience would be good; they probably wouldn't talk about it for long before he was given the initiative by default anyway.
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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: Just have to say, thanks a lot for continued reviews. It's very nice to see someone interested in the fic when we've put so much time into it. Must be closing in on a year since we started working on it. You're quite observant too - more observant than the half-angel, half-devil himself, in a way :) Hope you like this chapter!
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