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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 only response was a nod and a smirk before Jin walked away. It was a little nerve-wracking that the second strategy didn't work immediately. However, that was more than typical, and he knew it didn't mean that it was a failure. Maybe it even meant it was good to go, but it still would have been nice if he didn't have to be stuck waiting around to see how it would pan out.

Most people would call it stupid to make such a bold promise to a deviant control freak. Following Jin's rules at the best of one's ability in a remote location where noone could hear screaming could be dangerous. Especially after buying the guy a sash for tying you up. Hwoarang preferred the term 'brave'. He had never been easily scared, and didn't intend to start now.

If one could get the truth across to the same people; that the man in question had plenty of Mishima blood and indeed pretty much was half Devil? Their hearts would fill with fear and they'd flee. Pretty rational; there was no saying what a Mishima would do. But then again, that only made it better. Hwoarang could feel the twinge of excitement rising in his body already. Too bad Jin had set off to search...

There was no need to sit on his ass for what would most likely be hours before the Japanese would return, so Hwoarang decided to take a look around the wilderness. He was a city boy through and through, but there was a sort of child-like fascination with exploring such unfamiliar terrain. Who knew what kind of cave or hidden paradise he could find that no one else would know about? For the most part, he walked around aimlessly, simply trying to discover something or other for nearly two hours before he eventually gave up and got lost on his way back to the tent.

It was 3 p.m. when he finally got there, and there was no sign that Jin had returned. The area smelled a little more like fish than it did when he had wandered away, but he figured it was just because he had left and come back that it seemed more apparent. Surely there would be a few more hours to wait so he settled down in front of the tent to idly draw things in the dirt as he tried to think of what to do next.

A noise. Thugs? At first everything was blurry, and the whereabouts were lost in complete confusion. His head was spinning and his hand was itchy. Everything was stiff, and there was noise everywhere. Buzzing, whistling, chirping, and something screeching in the distance.

It took a good few minutes for Hwoarang to remember where he was. The forest. He had fallen asleep by accident it seemed, and in a very uncomfortable position at that. At least he recovered some of that sleep he had lost the night before.

He groggily got up, nearly stumbling over as he did so, and stretched out. A bug had made a meal out of his hand, and he cursed himself for not remembering to bring insect repellent.

Before he could even figure out what had woke him up, the sound of footsteps alerted him to falling into his fighting stance. He was still somewhat asleep, and it didn't occur to him that it might not be an enemy. As the footsteps came closer, he soon remembered the whole reason he was out there... Jin... So before he could embarrass himself, he quickly got out of the stance and made a show of stretching out his legs.

Not long after, Jin appeared from the other side of the tent. The man walked briskly and appeared as fresh as ever. After giving him a brief look, the Japanese smirked vaguely. "You're still here?" He paused for a bit, before adding, "Slept a bit, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I did." Hwoarang yawned with one last big stretch before sitting back down and absently scratching his hand. "I dreamed that you had an Australian accent and your grandfather was in drag. So how did your hippie stuff go? Any progress?"

Rolling his eyes momentarily, Jin showed a bit of annoyance at that. "My search", he paused a bit, "didn't bring me what I sought, but obviously I've covered a bit more of the area now." He turned to look into the tent for a moment, retrieving the bag of food they had purchased the day before. "I guess dinner won't be as fancy as lunch... you hungry?"

"Not really." The situation wasn't looking as good as he had hoped. It was difficult to tell whether or not he was safe to try to get laid again or if that would just ruin whatever progress he had made. Couldn't hurt to give it a shot. "How serious were you about that fetish?"

A chuckle was heard before the Japanese walked over, sitting down facing him. His expression gradually faded until his manner showed he wasn't joking. "Very serious. Believe me or not, I told you the truth last night." Gazing thoughtfully at the redhead's body, he added in a curious voice, "And you? How serious are you about wanting me to top you? What are you willing to do?"

Visible interest? Now that was the kind of attention he liked. Hwoarang gave a bold smirk and spread his arms, displaying himself to make his point. "Well, I'm still here, aren't I? I'll try anything once... Within reason, of course. I don't know what other creepy shit you're into, but no flogging allowed, understood?"

Jin quirked an eyebrow. "So when I want something, I have to check with you whether you consider it reasonable first? I can't say that appeals to me." He raised himself up a little before making an effort to get into a more comfortable position. Seemingly the raven-haired man was preparing himself for a long talk. "Let's just get one thing clear here first. There is no, and will not be any taking turns. Nothing further will happen until you acknowledge that."

"Yeah, I get that. I think you kinda made that obvious already." He smiled and moved closer to Jin so that he could speak quietly and get a closer look at the same time. "It's not like I know what I'm missing anyway. As for permission, if you had to stop and ask all the time, that would so kill the mood. I just want to know that I can refuse something without losing everything. That's fair, right?"

"Perhaps that's fair. You're still missing the point." He blinked slowly, making a lazy hand movement to brush a bug away from his neck. "If you deny me what I want, I am likely to lose interest. That's how my mind works, and arguing won't change my personality. If you want me, accept me as I am." His gaze slowly started to grow more distant, as if he was looking far away, yet straight through the Korean.

Hwoarang tilted his head, watching Jin with a sort of baffled curiosity for a moment. Didn't sound like a point the average person would make. Then again, average didn't appeal to the Korean at all, so he snickered as he shook his head. "And here I thought I was stubborn. I'm gonna remember that line. Might help me in the future. In this case I guess I should clear something else up too. I'm not a masochist, and I don't intend to become one. You can tie me up and boss me around if that tickles your fancy, but no humiliation. I'll be your bitch but not your slave."

The Japanese eyes widened momentarily at the last comment. An audible pant passed his lips, and for a brief moment, there was a light smirk. "Well, bitch, I'm not all that difficult when I get really turned on. Question is if I'm going to be. I've got experience in how to make it happen, but I think you might feel humiliated. Perhaps you'd feel like a slave at times." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyelids lowering to all but close his eyes. After a little pause, he sighed. "I should remind you that it doesn't have to be you and me. There's millions out there who would never humiliate you. Perhaps you're after the wrong guy?"

"Just because there's a slight conflict of interest doesn't mean it can't work." The Korean couldn't fight the grin on his face. He realised that his rival was weary about getting into something that was likely to crash, but every movement that guy made and every word that voice spoke was drawing him closer. He brought his hand up to run over the front of Jin's shirt as he continued. "I'm well aware there are plenty of men who wouldn't. I've met about a thousand of them in that club I go to, but I don't want them. I want you, so suck it up and accept it."

"If you want me, don't ask me to be someone I'm not." Jin snatched the hand on his chest, and his free arm searched for the other. "Have you practiced your begging and dirty talking since last time, bitch? Or are you going to argue about that too?" After the redhead had engaged him in a playful chase of hands for a moment, he let the Japanese take it, and the grips were promptly shifted to the wrists, just a tad forcefully.

"Yeah, I practiced in the fucking mirror." Hwoarang flashed a sarcastic smile before using his leg to rub against Jin's. When he started talking again, his voice was husky with lust. "Was that a hint? Am I supposed to beg to be fucked now or should I just beg for a command, master?"

Smirking more broadly, Jin leant forward over his companion, pushing him gently down onto his back using the grips around the redhead's wrists as leverage. Pinning the hands down on either side of Hwoarang's head, he spoke through a seductive hiss. "Fucking is still quite a bit off, but you could beg for a command or being tied up if you want. However, practical issue: Did you bring lube, or do we have to improvise?"

Just the mention of lube implied that - assuming he didn't say something wrong - he would finally get what he wanted. It was about time, but he couldn't help but feel a bit accomplished at telling one of the Mishima clan to suck it up and then get his way.

Hwoarang considered the raven-haired man's question with a frown, about to say no, but suddenly remembered something. He recalled Jae Sun slipping something into his pocket as he was leaving, and figured that there was only one thing it could be. "In my pocket, maybe. Go ahead and cop a feel."

With a gaze over the Korean's pocketless shirt, Jin smirked at the two bulges in Hwoarang's pants, one of which obviously stemmed from something in a pocket. He lowered his groin region onto the thigh just below it, and proceeded to rub teasingly up against it. "It could be."

Releasing the redhead's hands, the Japanese slid a hand down into the pocket and pulled the object out. He chuckled lightly when he realised it was the same bottle he had borrowed the other day - or one looking exactly the same. He let his hot breath wash over Hwoarang's face for a moment, then ran his tongue over his teeth. "And that's Master Jin to you, bitch."

The redhead licked his lips in anticipation as he gazed down at the bottle. With his newly freed hand, he brought it up to the back of Jin's neck as he lifted himself to speak in an erotic whisper, "Master Jin, then... please tie me up."

Pressing his neck against the other man's hand, the Japanese grabbed two fistfuls of the shirt beneath him, quickly tugging it up to become bunched around Hwoarang's arms. "Better get this off, then." With a little groan, he got to his feet, walking over to the other side of the tent. To fetch the box, the Korean hoped.

Hwoarang glanced at his shirt and then struggled a bit to be free of it. He decidedly took the time he had to lay the shirt out beneath him so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable, then turned his attention back to where Jin had disappeared. The broad back was nothing short of impressive, and he only wished he'd get more of a look when it was bare... Unlikely. "I think our friends the bugs are gonna have their way with me first."

Emerging back around the corner, Jin held the open box in his hand. With a smirk, he pulled out the sash while he let his hungry gaze devour the Korean's chest. He squatted down next to him, leaving the box on the ground. "Roll over." His hand found its way to the buttons of his shirt, gradually uncovering his muscular torso.

"What, not even a please?" He laughed quietly to himself as he complied to the order and moved onto his stomach. There was a twig underneath him that dug into his ribs, so he swiped it away and then looked back at Jin. "You know, one of these days you should really give me a strip tease."

The Japanese chuckled a bit at the idea. "Might happen, if I'm in the right mood..." Hwoarang felt his arms grabbed and twisted behind his neck. The wrists were promptly tied together with a knot, before another knot was added at his throat. With a third knot behind his neck, his hands couldn't move an inch, but his breath wasn't impaired - the sash was tied tight enough to keep his wrists in place, but not so tight that it interfered with his throat movements, "There, bitch," Jin said, apparently satisfied, "now roll back again."

After rolling onto his back and testing the restraints, Hwoarang shifted to a more relaxed position and looked the guy over. "Then I guess I'm going to have to keep you in a good mood, huh? What do you want me to do now, Master Jin?"

When the Korean had settled, the raven-haired man sat down on his bare torso with one leg resting against each side. Blinking teasingly, he spread the fingers of one hand on his own chest. Letting out an exaggerated moan, he started rubbing it, bringing the other hand to finish the unbuttoning. Flexing his muscles, he pulled it off while tossing his head back. "Ahhhh...." He dropped it dramatically behind his back so that it fell down onto the Korean's legs.

It was hard to say whether that was the Japanese's idea of a strip tease, but in either case, it was total eye candy, so there was no complaint within the redhead's mind. When Jin brought his attention back to Hwoarang's face, he leant down, teasingly wetting the lips below him before pulling up a little again, whispering with their mouths only two inches apart. "Tell me how much you want me."

That was too much. Hwoarang tried to inhale deeply to stabilize his breathing. It took him awhile to think of what to say in response. That little taste wasn't nearly enough. "I want you bad. I want you so bad I'm about to bust right out of my pants. Quit teasing me. I want a real kiss."

With a teeth-baring grin, Jin sat back up and slid an arm behind his own back. Blindly starting to work on the Korean's belt buckle, he looked intently down into Hwoarang's eyes. "Oh, do you? Then beg, bitch."

"Come on, Master Jin. Please kiss me." Hwoarang stuck his tongue out and jokingly lapped at the air. "I want to taste you one way or another." He felt his belt buckle undone, and let out a loud pant when he felt the fingers momentarily trace his erection through the fabric.

The raven-haired man turned to the box and took out the gloves. His smirk gave away that he certainly liked them, and he put them on quickly, fastening them while he moved his hands towards Hwoarang's head. The leather soon rested against the red hair, and an instant later, Jin tilted his head, pushing his tongue into the Korean mouth, harshly lapping against the resident tongue. When he retracted, he got to his feet, moving down the other youngster's body.

It was exciting not knowing how it would happen or even what Jin was thinking. But it was much easier to enjoy knowing that it wasn't a thank-you fuck anymore. He could feel his desire for it increasing by the second, but he wanted it to draw out as long as possible. Whatever it took to have Jin's complete undivided attention was not the kind of thing he wanted to speed through.

His running shoes were quickly taken off, and a gloved hand moved up to unbutton his jeans. There was a devious gleam in the Japanese eyes, which would have been unsettling to most people, but all Hwoarang could feel was a distinct throb in his manhood. That man was so hot like that... As soon as the buttons were undone, the raven-haired man tugged the Korean's pants and boxers roughly off, and tossed them over to join the shoes.

Without warning, Jin's head dipped down and licked the redhead's erection from hilt to tip. Hwoarang inhaled through his teeth and closed his eyes to try and think through the desperation filling his mind. It wasn't a surprise that Jin knew what he was doing, but he was sure he had never been more turned on in his life. He wanted more but he couldn't manage to focus his mind enough to figure out what exactly he wanted more of.

Apparently pleased with the reaction, Jin closed his lips over the needy Korean manhood, giving it a gentle suck before pulling back up. His tongue danced over the tip in a controlled fashion, and after a while of that, he grinned intently up at the redhead's face. He wrapped a gloved hand around the erection, nudging it in a way that sent wonderful waves of pleasure through Hwoarang's mind. The Japanese crawled up the Korean's body while keeping up the stimulations, moving his lips close to an ear to whisper pointedly. "Beg for my cock."

The redhead panted, feeling his mouth water at the very thought of it. After taking a moment to swallow hard, he gazed out lustfully at his rival and quietly pleaded, "Give me your fucking cock, master... Please?"

While keeping up the gentle motions against Hwoarang's erection, Jin's breath shivered with lust before he strained to swallow. "Again." He ordered with a shaky voice, moving his free hand to undo his belt and unzip his fly.

"I want your rock hard dick." Hwoarang spoke a little more insistently, and becoming much more determined in his sincerity, he licked his lips. "To feel it, to taste it, to breathe it." The anticipation was driving him crazy, and he wasn't really sure what it was Jin was making him beg for, action-wise, but he figured he wanted it anyway.

Jin turned around to face the Korean's feet. Positioning himself so that his mouth hovered over the redhead's manhood, his free hand guided his own erection over Hwoarang's face. "Open your mouth and wrap your lips firmly over your teeth." Just as he finished speaking, his hand started pumping the Korean frantically while he kept gazing down his body, presumably to check on the progress.

Hwoarang hesitated only because the pumping at his own shaft had distracted him for a moment. After he got his mind focused enough, he did exactly as he had been told. Jin plunged his erection firmly down into the awaiting mouth, causing grunts filled with absent-minded surprise. Once he realised what was going on, the redhead enthusiastically started to work his tongue around the mass in his mouth, his body squirming ever so slightly as if moving would help.

The Japanese lips wrapped around the head of his manhood moments later, the waves of pleasure washing through his body so strong and overpowering that it took a while for Hwoarang to fully notice the forceful thrusts into his mouth. He felt the pressure in his groin multiply quickly until he bucked his hips up, shooting his load into Jin's mouth. Barely registering the guy spitting it out beside him, he felt the manhood in his mouth stop.

While taking his time to turn around 180 degrees and facing away from the redhead's feet, Jin lifted the Korean's head a little to keep his length inside. He straddled the man beneath him and rested his knees against the armpits before his gloved hands bent Hwoarang's head as near him as it would go in this position, locking it there in a firm grip. With the mouth nicely in position, a smug grin crept upon his face before he resumed his aggressive thrusts.

Whereas the smell of the forest was enjoyable, the scent of Jin was mind-blowing. To breathe it in, to feel the taste of his rival in his mouth... it was fantastic. Okay, so it was also more than a bit uncomfortable, but that meant nothing. The raven-haired man was completely concentrated on him, and obviously enjoying himself as well. This was what Hwoarang had wanted all along, and a bit of discomfort was far from a deal-breaker.

Changing his angle, the Japanese started forcing his tip down the redhead's throat. He moved into him unrelentingly, his panting breath trembling with pleasure. Hungry eyes locked with the Korean's before the black-haired youngster leant further forward with a hand for support. The new position allowed him to thrust in all the way to the hilt, and he took advantage of that with rapid, energetic movements.

Straining not to gag from the deep-throating, the redhead closed his eyes and let the sensations overwhelm him. This was nothing like what he had expected when he went out into the forest, but that didn't matter. Jin was his again. And best of all; the raven-haired man showed every sign of overpowering lust. All the easier to make it happen again.

When a blissful moan left his lips, the Japanese slowed down and pulled himself out of Hwoarang's mouth. "Alright, I guess it's time for the highlight now. You know what it is, don't you?"

Still reeling a bit from his own climax, the Korean blinked away the confusion before finally realising what was being demanded of him. He focused his eyes up at Jin's for a little while before responding. It was quite tempting to be sarcastic, but he didn't want to not ever get this chance again, so he resisted. After all that effort and making more progress than he had hoped for, he'd better keep his cool. "Fuck me. Fuck me long and hard, master."

Jin's eyes spoke of approval more than anything else, a friendly smile meeting him along with a lustful blink. "Roll over and keep it up." The Japanese kicked his shoes off and started taking off his pants.

"Sir, yes sir." Hwoarang grinned through a few heavy breaths and rolled over onto his stomach. He wondered if begging would get him any attention when sex wasn't involved, or if he had to think of another strategy for that. Maybe Jin would like him groveling at his feet. "I can't stand it anymore. I wanna feel your cock ramming deep into me."

Rubbing the thighs below him, the Japanese let out a satisfied moan. Hwoarang heard him open the bottle, and the man started pushing the legs apart. A cold, wet finger determinedly traced his crevice and slipped inside, forcing a shiver out of him when it touched his inner walls.

It was hard to get used to that feeling. Maybe that was because it was only his second go, but at the same time, he had waited long enough for it to get there that the feeling was a relief. Chills crept down his spine, settling in the small of his back. Any more of that and he knew that settled sensation was going to spike. He blinked repeatedly as the anticipation threatened to drive him crazy. Through a groan, his pleading became all the more sincere. "More, Jin. More please."

The finger eased in and out, touching his tunnel with careful strokes. He felt Jin sit down on his legs, and could sense the vicious lust filling the air. His muscles were pried aside when the Japanese decided to slip in two fingers, probing deeper with every move. Hwoarang worked to relax his muscles, but the sheer intensity made it difficult. He craved the feeling of being filled, and it was hard to convince his body to open up wider. Soon, the raven-haired man started helping him on that front, the fingers inside him scissoring resolutely.

After an attempt to grab ahold of something, he was reminded of his restraints. Instead of risking injury with that method, he tried to shift to encourage the man to go further. It was frustrating not knowing how long he would wait and yet in some way it was adding to his desire. He almost wanted to plead more just to try and coax a word or two out of Jin so he could hear the lust in his voice, but didn't know what else the man would want him to say.

When the two fingers retracted, he had a faint hope that it would start, but that was taken away when a third finger was inserted along with the two first ones. The persistent motions were now going deep enough for him to feel the leather of Jin's fingerless gloves touch his opening after pushing in. He heard Jin steady his panting breath for a moment before purring at him. "Do you like it, bitch?"

Hwoarang gulped back a moan and nodded, taking a moment to think of the right answer. His chest rose in heavy breaths as he panted out the words, "Yeah... I fucking like that." As soon as he had answered, he felt the fingers shoved in harder, and a few pushes later, they curled to massage his sweet spot.

He nearly gasped at the resulting pleasure that shocked through his groin, and he was sure if he hadn't just got off a minute ago, he would have had a raging hard-on after what Jin was doing. If this was what he got for being obedient, he would remember it the next time he wanted to get laid.

Jin swiped his fingers along it a few more times, then pulled them back out. "Good. Now that you're my bitch, you deserve the best." It felt cold and unbelievably empty without any parts of the Japanese inside him, but Hwoarang expected that to change soon, hearing his seme hiss impatiently as he proceeded to coat up his manhood. "What's the best, bitch?"

"You are." It came out as little more than an insistent mumble. He wasn't sure what the correct response would be, so he absently spoke what he really wanted rather than what he suspected the man wanted to hear. "Your cock pounding me into next week is the best."

Apparently content with that, Jin slid his arms under the Korean torso, lifting him up and nudging the knees to go somewhere they could support the position. When he got what he wanted, he spread the cheeks of the redhead's backside again, his breath shallowing as he positioned his erection to rest against the entrance. "What's my name?"

It was increasinly exciting as it came closer and closer to what he had been waiting for all along. Being uncomfortable on his elbows, he lowered his shoulder to the ground, not wanting to have dirt stuck to his face. With the stability of his shoulder, he braced himself for what he prayed would come very soon. "Jin... Master Jin."

Leather rested firmly on his hips, and he heard the Japanese reposition his feet. He felt the manhood push at his outer ring, more and more power applied until the head finally slipped inside. Pain filled Hwoarang's mind for a moment, but he was almost disappointed at how quickly it faded. He felt Jin slide slowly inwards, so gentle that it almost felt like teasing. "Louder."

Without further hesitation, Hwoarang screamed, "Master Jin!" The sound of his voice echoed from the nearby slope, and he heard the Japanese's breath caught in his throat. The redhead tried to move his hips to urge the man on. The feeling of being so completely under the other man's control drove him wild. He was being dominated by his rival, and loved every second of it.

When the manhood reached the inner ring, Jin pulled back a bit and got his rhythm started. Gradually the thrusts turned more possessive, and each time Jin reached Hwoarang's inner ring, he'd push at it a little. As the Korean felt the gloves on his hips shift, the Japanese forced himself all the way through. "Tell the world who owns your ass, bitch."

Such a request would normally be denied, but at that point Hwoarang failed to really care. All that mattered to him was that Jin kept doing that, and giving him all that attention. So he attempted to keep his voice steady - which proved very difficult - as he responded loudly, "You... I belong to Master Jin!"

Response was immediate. The breath, the grip, the movement... everything spoke loud and clear that Jin's mind was overflowing with lust. The calculated movements made way for hungry, unrestrained pounding as the Japanese forced himself forward, pulled out, and rammed back in. Sometimes it brushed against his sweet spot, sometimes it didn't. That was more than enough for Hwoarang; he just wanted to be fucked by the man of his dreams.

The sheer momentum his ass was treated to made the Korean resign. His elbows were starting to hurt from all the friction, so he hesitantly let his cheek fall down to rest on the ground. It would get dirty, and he hated that, but right now only one thing was important. He was wanted by the amazing Jin Kazama, and that want was being acted out by the Japanese thrusting savagely into him, gradually speeding up and going deeper.

Soon he was taking 'his master' inside him all the way to the hilt. It was annoying to have to call him that, but the sex made it all worth it. When he woke up this morning, he had feared it would never happen again, but his determined manipulation had succeeded. His preparations combined with doing what he could to turn the man on had put him exactly where he wanted to be: With Jin. It was greatly satisfying to be desired so strongly by that one, special man, even if he had to be the bottom to make it happen.

As all good things come to an end, so did this. With a number of violent thrusts towards the end, the Japanese released inside him. He felt the guy pull out and dry himself off on his thigh, and frowned at that. In another situation he would have argued, but his face was too dirty and his mind was too blown to even recall it for more than a couple of seconds. He groaned contently and steadied his breath, wondering what would happen next.

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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: Very amusing review you left us. Greatly appreciated! You're right, though - your mind did run a bit wild :) Our Hwoarang has work, but maybe his bank account was bolstered by him selling his yacht before he left Korea? Our Jin also meditates better when 1) he is less distracted and 2) his devil side is calmer. Thought that'd make sense. More to come on that :)
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