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Chicken!	By : Shinashi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 5684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: If you haven’t read much from me, you must now know I suffer from bipolar disorder and so the mood to write comes and goes. Now that you know, I hope you can really enjoy this new chapter! Though it's a bit shorter than the others. Sorry about that.
Kazuya With Bangs
Jin Kazama. As soon as his lips left Hwoarang’s, he felt just furious enough to transform again. His Korean… peer has been having terrible luck since their incarceration, and the thought that he was adding to his anguish in any way made Jin’s stomach turn.
His brown eyes were tired as he asked, “Jin, you got it together?”
Jin nodded curtly, pushing away the tendrils of lust he felt being so close to a freshly showered Hwoarang; that was mostly the Devil’s doing. He hadn’t been ‘let out’ the night before, except for the brief contact in the locker room, and that torturous jewel, and was loath to make another appearance. The gem reminded Jin of Azazel… and that fiasco… that giant fiasco that brought about exactly nothing but for an extended stay in a lab- he wasn’t even sure where- and the faculty’s ludicrous attempt to detain him. He wished the jewel in the center of his forehead would appear when he still had his wits about him; he would rip it out and perhaps somewhere he’ll finally be able to be trapped.
Well, it seemed that this so-called doctor had that down, but how did he retrieve the information to make those diabolical gems? And what else could they do?
They seemed only to be able to harm him and Kazuya. That was a relief.
“Damn, you made Forrest faint.”
The younger Law’s face was beginning to peel as he lied down unconscious. The guilt within hardened, and he was unable to look any longer.
“All is good, then! My, what a show! You seemed so worried about him, Hwoarang, I was wondering what you could possibly come up with.”
If he was in the mood, Jin would have laughed at Hwoarang’s incredulous glare. The young Kazama was almost certain the doctor planned this all out to further humiliate Hwoarang. For what reason, he had no idea. Hwoarang didn’t seem to make enemies out of weird scientists; gangs and lowlifes were more his thing. He didn’t make dangerous friends that Jin knew of, or lovers-
Then Jin understood, the anger rising within him again.
That made him think of Bryan. He had an inkling who this doctor was, and if Bryan was in on this whole deal, it would make sense that he would follow orders to give Hwoarang such a hard time.
However, Bryan was getting shocked too. As far as Jin knew, he was no brilliant actor, didn’t have the personality for it. Perhaps the doctor controlled him without him knowing…
“Now, continue your exercise, although enough excitement has been done for today, so I will shorten times, then fights, then lunch. Yes? Yes.”
Hwoarang looked at his bracelet and gave an apologetic shrug, but with that characteristic smirk that Jin grew to adore, although he simply nodded back. He went back to his spot, cocked his head to the side, began to start some sort of complicated position, where he pressed his elbows to the inside of his thighs and attempted to hold himself.
His red hair was plastered against his face and neck, gleaming against his tan skin as if wanting to highlight it with stripes. His thighs quivered, and his elbows slipped. He toppled over, enduring a shock with his wet body that made him scream, every muscle twitching and his nipples hardening into almost sharp points.
“He’s so pretty, ain’t he?” gasped Bryan. He had been working on a double uppercut sequence on a hologram. The shocks seemed to be killing him, he sounded so exhausted. Jin quietly hoped his heart, or whatever was left of it, would burst. The less enemies in his path, the better. Although he indeed used Bryan for his own purposes, as misguided as they were, nothing could quite make up for employing the rabid dog.
“You just gonna ignore me?”
He did. His current schedule held only a fourth of the regime he had before, and none of them looked as if they required him to use his devil power.
Jin was not slow. He looked up, staring drolly.
His armband vibrated.
I will tell you this. Take advantage of the situation to flee, and anyone you do not immediately take with you will die. Immediately. I have a few prototypes based on the Alisa Bosconovitch model that will eliminate all.
A prototype, thought Jin. Which means this wasn’t the doctor Bosconovitch, but someone who indeed had notions of his deeds, and knew how to reverse engineer his techniques, plus the resources to do so and keep it hidden. There were few in the world who could do such, that Jin was aware of. And one of them was in the room. His ‘uncle’ Lee Chaolon…
But knowing that didn’t make him act any more freely. He knew what the doctor was threatening. He may have spoken in general, but Jin doubted Hwoarang would ever be safe.
I have Ling Xiaoyu as well. In a similar facility. Act wisely.
That was the last message he received, and Jin didn’t question the veracity. Whoever this man was had covered his bases.
Jin wondered what was keeping his father here. He found his ‘uncle’ familiar as one of the powerful men who worked against him, and someone his mother talked to every once in a while. Someone who flirted nonstop, no matter how much his mother ignored his advances.
He didn’t think Lee had much to do with his father other than they trained together. In any case, at present Lee was very much aligned on the axis of good, at least to Jin, and Kazuya was a demon in need of extermination.
And now Lars was looking at him from over his shoulder. Here was another man Jin used for his goal, and the opposite of Bryan. The young man was glad his real uncle was able to clean up a lot of the mess he had made.
He was kind of not so glad that he fucked his uncle when he was in his service. Multiple times. It wasn’t like they were going to have malformed babies, or that Lars was a pedophile praying on him, but even without those drawbacks, the cumbersome evolutionary revulsion towards incest made Jin… Nervous? Anxious? Excited seemed to be the right word, if Jin were to be honest to himself, but he wasn’t.
Jin continued his sets, easy things compared to having to transform and risk everyone’s lives again.
He was finished before many of the others, and he watched others being tortured. When Lei Wulong passed out, it seemed to start a chain reaction- Paul followed him, then Miguel, who went snoring, and a few others.
Forrest was healed by the doctor’s odd laser treatment but was left to sleep. He hadn’t had an easy time of it either. Although he wasn’t the youngest, he was a bit slow (like his dad) and a cheerful, likable guy. When bad things happened to guys like that, it just brought a weight on the shoulders that no one wanted to bear.
Then Lee Chaolan fainted, after coughing a bit of blood. All of the panels above Kazuya Mishima’s head erupted with orbs. That kept him still, at least, but Jin could feel the crackles of his power unleash every so often. Both his eyes were red and intent on Lee’s prone form. For once, Jin didn’t feel the least bit threatened. Did his father actually care for Lee? The thought made him uncomfortable, the thought made him think of redemption, of forgiveness, and there was no such thing at this moment in his life.
The lasers touched Lee’s skin, beaming deep into his stomach.
It was shortly after healing him, the doctor said gladly, “Alright, that is quite enough for now! Time to wake up all the sleepyheads! Oh, calm down, Kazuya, he was never in any real danger.” He clucked his tongue, and, somehow, those that had passed out came out of it again, rubbing their arms in confusion.
Jin doubted very seriously the doctor was telling the truth about ‘real danger’. He seemed to be a little over his head. Jin wouldn’t be surprised that at their next physical training session, their missions would be much simpler.
“Now is time for fighting! First, a small break, half-hour, and we will start a fight between… Lei Wulong and Hwoarang.”
“What?” Hwoarang gasped. “I thought I was fighting Bryan?”
“Weren’t you doing that for shower? You had shower, no need to fight him anymore, yes?”
“I still want to!”
“Well, you will have to get past regular way.” The doctor cleared his throat. “And I decide we are having lunch after then. You pay this time and- Hm? What is this?”
It was a full six minutes of rest before the doctor joined them again, and he came back muttering, “Interesting, interesting.” Jin did not think that boded well for any of them. The doctor’s view of interesting and any sane person’s were often opposite.
“Alright,” said the doctor loudly, a bit too loudly for the intercom. “No fight! Are you happy?”
Jin heard several dissents. He himself was all too happy to avoid going into Devil mode, though he was itching to beat someone’s face in, in any other encampment. Here in the facility, though, things were liable to go completely out of control and Jin would have to face something that he would ultimately regret.
“Time for light snack! My treat!”
Jin’s sharp eyes narrowed, and there was a similar rumble of suspicion from the rest of the group…
The dining table appeared again, and, again, without arranged seating. Most of the men chose the same seats, although Baek managed to switch places with Dragunov so that he could sit closer to Hwoarang, and apologize for his behavior. Hwoarang shrugged flippantly.
Instead of a vast array of choices like before, a plate came in front of each prisoner, laden with some assortment of fruit. From what Jin could discern from other people’s reaction towards their ‘gift’, the fruit was something entirely unknown to the eater, or at least how to eat it. Jin didn’t know either for his orange and yellow oblong fruit.
Bruce picked up his kiwi. “How the fuck do you eat a kiwi? Do you eat this skin?”
“You could if you wanted to,” Forrest broke open some sort of fruit like a pomegranate, scratching at his slightly burned face. “‘Passion fruit’?” The younger Law murmured, eyes intent on his armband. “It shows you how to eat it on your screen.”
There was a simultaneous turning of arms and heads.
“Mango?” Jin muttered, kind of embarrassed.
Steve snorted, biting into a large green fruit shaped like a three-dimensional star. “I was wondering what was wrong. You’ve never seen a mango before, mate?”
“Not a whole one,” muttered Jin, ignoring Hwoarang’s laughter. In Japan, he limited his consumption of imported luxuries; cherries were fancy things atop ice cream; mangoes weren’t even on his radar except as flavor for popsicles. And he didn’t exactly have the urge to eat mangoes while taking over the world.
Like a kiwi, mangoes could be eaten skin and all. Unlike the kiwi, most people actually ate the skin. Jin picked up a knife and fork nearby and began to cut the mango, squinting his eyes for juice. As if the mango was a very soft apple, the knife went through easily. As he began chopping it to pieces, the mango began to look more familiar. It was even more delicious fresh.
The armband offered more of the designated fruit when he was done, and he saw Bruce finish five kiwi, although he was repulsed by its skin, shuddering each time he peeled it.
Two people down the table, Eddy mumbled something, something that made many who read the translation pause mid-bite.
Jin looked down.
He probably put something in these things.
Hwoarang was looking at his acai berries like they might turn a gun on him, and he caught Jin’s eyes, swallowing nervously.
Eddy mumbled something else.
Too late now.
“I wish you hadn’t said anything in the first place,” Steve said, squishing his starfruit with a spoon.
Jin didn’t think to spurn Eddy’s sour judgment; it’s always served him well before when he was in charge of the Mishimi Zaibatsu. Still, he had an uncanny knack of souring whatever Jin was enjoying at the time. His uncle, for instance, and the mangoes now. He finished what was on his plate, just so that they wouldn’t go to waste, but for the most part could not find what he liked in the taste before.
No one else got another plate either. Lei Wulong didn’t even finish his first plate of long blue banana-shaped fruit.
“Is everyone done now? That is good, and everyone has eaten enough, so very nice.”
“Eaten enough?” groaned Forrest. “Oh, no, what’s happening now?”
“Must you be a little pathetic weasel every time you speak?” Kazuya said, eye aglow on Lee Chaolan next to him.
Lee lifted an eyebrow.
“Just you wait, the doctor’s gonna beam you with a bunch of those circles and have everyone have a turn to rape you, and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”
A quiet took the table, avoiding looking at either Kazuya or Forrest’s and his uncharacteristically severe comeback, and Jin suppressed a grin. Even guys like Forrest had a limit.
“I heard that aloe is great for treating burns…” Paul said under his breath, sending off a series of low chuckles.
Jin grinned, then even let out a laugh. Lars next to him turned so quickly, there was a pop in his neck.
Lars asked him quietly, “Are you alright?”
Jin was about to ignore him, until he felt the heat rise suddenly in his chest.
There was something in the fruit.
A scan of the table, and he noticed three others, three predictable others under some sort of distress: Lee, who had his fingers clasped together as he leaned his head on them, and his breath coming in short pants; Kazuya, lightning making regular paths up and down his arms and to his head as he seemed to attempt control over his devil form; and, of course, Hwoarang, and he had both Steve and Baek asking him what was the matter with him when his spread himself forward onto the table.
“You have nice talk while the medicine sets in,” the doctor suggested cheerfully.
“Medicine, my ass,” growled Lee, nonplussed at last and panting with his mouth wide open. “You drugged us. With… aphrodisiac.”
“Only four of you. I would like to replicate something interesting. You will be obliging me in this, yes?”
Kazuya snorted. “Like we have a choice.”
Jin agreed. And he worried. The aphrodisiac plus the spheres were making the devil rumble within him. This wouldn’t end well, not at all. He didn’t like fighting with his devil form, but he couldn’t even imagine having sex. As he believed, the doctor’s view of interesting was very twisted indeed.
Like for breakfast, their seats suddenly disappeared, sending some of them sprawling. Jin simply went to his knees, the agonizing pain in his back dulling only in comparison to the frightening prospect of raping Hwoarang in his alternate form. He tried to think of some way to stop it, but that merely had the opposite effect of heightening his senses and making the drug work faster. Hwoarang was in a similar position, Lee was even leaning on Kazuya, who was now purple, but still fighting it.
Jin had to wonder why. An odd development had Kazuya’s eye normal. Could he really be fighting it that hard to keep the gene from affecting his mind? Probably, Jin thought derisively, he didn’t want anyone else attempting control over his own powers anymore.
But that begged the question of why he would fight so hard now, at this specific moment, with two beds assembling themselves in the middle of the gym, and the doctor ordering someone to help Hwoarang and Lee to them, and why now attempt to swat away the diabolical spheres? All the while pushing Lee away?
Jin growled in pain, if he was a weaker man he would be screeching. The sphere felt like it was ripping, burning, and electrifying his limbs constantly.
Someone yelled. Jin looked up to see Steve holding his nose and some sort of pipe connected to a liquid-filled bag in the ceiling. Bruce was already working a pipe inside Lee, who lied feverish on the bed, an arm over his eyes and an erection stark across his abdomen.
Someone put a hand on his shoulder. Jin brought his eyes over, no longer annoyed.
Lars blinked, frowning in pity and unhelpfully.
“Try not to fight it, Jin. It’ll only make it worse for all of you.”
Now Lars, as opposed to Eddy, had a way of saying the right thing at the wrong time, and at the moment, Jin didn’t want to do the sensible thing, although anything he did will end up in the same irrevocable conclusion.
Jin shrugged off the hand. He had to consider the advice no matter what though; the gym was taking on this surreal quality. He heard something in the distance- the doctor’s voice, and the holograms with their names appeared again, but Steve, Bruce, and the four drugged men stayed behind. The edges of his vision fuzzed, but he was able to see Hwoarang release himself into a drain, covering his face the entire time.
All Jin could think of was fucking him.
He had slid into his Devil Form-when it wanted to come out on its own- without a fight once before. He didn’t remember what had happened, but he lost a month of his life in the process. Now, the doctor’s materials barely kept him back in training, and Hwoarang was the actual turning point. Still, if the doctor was going through with the experiment, perhaps he had a better plan this time around.
Jin relaxed, and let the power wash over him, into the smallest recesses of his marrow, concentrating on not going out of control. That seemed easier, actually. The Devil really wanted Hwoarang.
A grunt came from his right.
Kazuya seemed finished with fighting, and the Devil gene seemed content on its current hold. Still purple, he was wingless, as was Jin, and aroused, likewise Jin.
“Took you long enough,” Kazuya said.
Jin didn’t deign to answer, staring at Hwoarang as he was forced onto the bed. Lee Chaolan looked upset, but lied there. His face held a stern, contemplative expression that seemed almost unnatural on his usually calm face.
Now Jin could feel the gene coursing heavily throughout his veins, a disgustingly heady feeling that caused him to move against his will. The only upside was that he hadn’t lost consciousness, and could hear the doctor clearly when he decided to finally speak to them again.
“Alright, get to having sex with them. Do I have to tell you every part?”
Jin watched as Kazuya stretched, going forward towards Lee at his own pace, and causing the silver-haired man to smile knowingly.
For once, Jin wished he had his father’s attitude towards the Devil gene, although his mother had told him that Kazuya wasn’t always like that. At the moment, a yearning for power and control would have come in handy and he wouldn’t have to fight himself so hard as he parted Hwoarang’s muscular legs. A spark of irritation hit him as Hwoarang, face covered underneath an arm, attempted to keep his legs closed. He became even angrier as the young man let out a long-suffering sigh.
Who could blame him?
Jin was not one to judge.
Jin pushed the legs aside instead, going for Hwoarang’s chest and tonguing the minor taste of antiseptic soap and the heavy layer of sweat there. There was an acrid taste in the tiny cracks, but they were soon enough sucked out, hard.
“Jin,” Jin heard Hwoarang whisper. The redhead was shuddering in pleasure. At the same time he shoved feebly away, turning his head to Lee on his left. Jin attacked his throat, biting into the throbbing cords. When Hwoarang inevitably gasped and stretched away, Jin bit harshly into his Adam’s apple, and he ignored Hwoarang’s frantic pulling at his short hair.
His hot body was banging into Jin’s anyway, and the guilt slowly ebbed away from Jin’s mind to be replaced by a deep sexual hunger that has been months since being satisfied.
Months.
The Devil’s voice whispered insidiously, You deserve this.
That doesn’t mean that…
And the line of reason ended there, overruled by the Devil Gene. Fuel went into Jin’s veins and he finally shoved Hwoarang’s legs apart in a mood that took the Korean off-guard. It was too late as Jin sunk into his flesh and pressed their cocks together.
He’s yours.
“You’re mine,” Kazuya growled to Lee.
Jin echoed the words cruelly, and Hwoarang shifted angrily under him, only to fall back needful and aroused, rolling his hips. The sudden unconscious willingness made Jin growl with his own need. He swung back, a wild grin on his face, a grin that went wider at Hwoarang’s abrupt look of aroused fear.
He took the Korean’s cock in a tight fist, and he watched his expression with unveiled delight. Because of the drugging, his back arched and he choked on a scream, trying to hold back his sounds. He even grabbed Jin’s wrist, desperately whispering, “It’s too much. Please, let go, do something else, anything else.”
The Devil too these words to heart; he wanted this to last. Fortunately for Jin. He got to go back to those pert nipples. They still made Hwoarang gasp hard, but not nearly as much as he had for his oversensitive dick. Jin twisted his nipples with both hands while swallowing Hwoarang’s sweet cries. Surprisingly, Jin felt arms wrap around his head and deepen the kiss. This the Devil inside enjoyed as well.
One hand on a nipple, mouth otherwise occupied, Jin brought his other hand down, because they both knew how this was going to end.
Hwoarang’s asshole seemed to pulsate as soon as his finger touched it, so, naturally, he teased it and watched those auburn eyebrows crease. Then just the tip went in, and even his breath went harsher right along with Hwoarang’s. Again, he bit into that outstretched neck.
Someone along the ridges of his mind he knew he wasn’t alone with Hwoarang, that he was even in a bad position, but none of it mattered. He was feeling so good now. His finger was diving easily into the pliant flesh, even though there was no lubricant to ease matters. It didn’t seem to be needed.
“More, Jin…For fuck’s sake, more…”
“Now you want more? Make up your mind,” Jin spoke teasingly, his voice vibrating at a frequency somewhere between his natural voice and the Devil’s inside his head.
He pushed in another finger with the first. The skin before him flushed deeply. A part of him was sincerely enjoying this; he didn’t seem to be in danger of going berserk, but he felt stronger than ever, perhaps because he was actually letting himself feel it for once.
Hwoarang must have been given much more of the drug than Jin; he seemed absolutely lost in the pleasure Jin was giving him, flexing over Jin’s fingers and trembled with the slightest movement. A delicious little whimper left his lips every time Jin tweaked his nipple.
He added another finger just as Lee beside them said, “Just put it in, Kazuya!”
All thoughts of taking it the teeniest bit slow flew out the window, and Jin realized that he had no control whatsoever. Immediately, his cock sought and found his hole and buried itself to the hilt.
Now that felt good.
He couldn’t even let Hwoarang get used to it, and he was fucking him hard and fast right there. Hwoarang tried to pull off, push him away, turn around and crawl, but Jin eventually overcame him and pinned his wrists down.
“Jin, please, slow down! Please!”
Jin laughed excitedly. “Yes, beg. Beg me!” He then began to go faster, spreading Hwoarang’s legs for more leeway. Bafflingly, Hwoarang clamped his mouth shut, even as he grimaced in pain. He wasn’t going to beg any longer, which would be just like him in any other situation, but now he was being fucked by Jin and had no power to do anything else. Just as Jin wanted.
Clawed fingers then grabbed Hwoarang’s dick and another part of him clamped down as he screamed. Again, the Korean boy tried to wrench free, but he simply tired himself out, moaning in pleasure.
“You enjoy that,” whispered Jin, rubbing the cock’s head with a thumb and forefinger, squeezing out precum before jacking the member with quick sure strokes, and fucking him in the same fashion.
It took no time at all for Hwoarang to come, and it came as a surprise to Jin. With a bit of focus, he managed to take advantage of the situation and come himself. He was panting as he rode out the edges of his orgasm, and Hwoarang looked just as worn out, eyes half open and cum on his stomach.
Of course, that wasn’t the end of it. Hwoarang closed his eyes.
“Oh, fuck, I’m still hard.”
Jin grinned. “Let’s not let it go to waste.”
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They were finally released when Lee and Hwoarang couldn’t go any longer. Although Jin wanted to make sure Hwoarang was okay, the doctor forced him to transform back into his human form. The sudden change, plus the long time he spent fucking with the Devil free, made him drop unconscious.
He opened his eyes, letting his head fall to the side. And there was Hwoarang, curled up, deep in sleep. It must not have been time to go the sleep for the lights were still on and there was only him and Hwoarang, and, upon closer inspection in a far corner, Kazuya and Lee, all in the room.
Jin could hear the sounds of a fight happening in the gym, but he didn’t want to see. What he wanted most was to escape, but another better part of him thought this has been the best containment facility he’s ever been in. Plus, his father was here as well; and the world wouldn’t regret losing Bryan. But some of the others didn’t deserve this lockdown.
Jin looked down at Hwoarang again. Unable to do anything else, he wrapped him in his arms, and went back to sleep.
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