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Twisted Affair	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jin stretched an arm into the grocery bag and retrieved a can of juice. He opened it and took a sip before he moved over towards the Korean. With skilled fingers, he started to undo the sash with his free hand. "Thirsty?"
As soon as the redhead could move his hands, he rolled onto his back and rubbed his sore wrists. How could that man be so casual after a fuck like that. One minute ordering him to scream and then the next, calmly asking if he's thirsty? Frowning at the question, he tried to wipe the dirt off his cheek. At least Hwoarang was certain that he wouldn't be expected to say 'master' now that they were finished. "No thanks... Are you gonna come back to my place tonight?"
The Japanese slid into his boxers, not bothering with his pants yet. He sat down on a sleeve of Hwoarang's shirt on the ground, taking another sip with a thoughtful expression. "If you want me to, I will consider it. But there's not going to be more sex tonight, and I really don't want a repeat of yesterday." He leant a little closer to run a hand through the red hair. "You understand that, right?"
"Jeez. We've only fucked twice and suddenly you act like I'm a sex addict." Hwoarang hesitated a moment before finding a few leaves to clean himself off with. It would be one uncomfortable trip home if he put his pants on without wiping off. "I gotcha. No hanky-panky tonight. You know, you're the only man I know who'd shoot down a chance to get laid so easily."
Shifting closer to the redhead, Jin wrapped an arm around him, pulling their naked bodies gently together. It took a while before he turned towards his companion, instead gazing idly away while finishing his juice. Putting the can on the ground, he let their eyes meet. "You know, the way you say only fucked twice makes me think." He paused and blinked. "It's good to see you had the time of your life. As you know, I was a bit worried you couldn't handle me."
The Korean lips spread in a bold smirk. He found it hard to believe that Jin really gave a damn if he enjoyed it, but maybe that was the Kazama in him talking again. One day he'd have to thank Jun for contributing to his rival's DNA. Enjoying the closeness while it was permitted, he nuzzled the man's neck playfully. "Are you kidding me? You may not have noticed, but I've got better endurance and patience than a lot of people think... In some areas, anyway. But yeah, that was fucking good." Hwoarang flashed a smirk that faded quickly, then quirked a curious brow. "Does being called Master really turn you on?"
"Well, when it comes from someone fuckworthy... yeah." Still holding him close with one arm, the other slipped onto the back of his head, encouraging him to keep it close. "It makes your begging better. Coupled with other good things..." He let out a soft moan, gently rubbing Hwoarang's side, before smiling contently. "When I felt your tongue around me, so enthusiastic, yet yielding... that turned me on so badly, you have no idea."
For a minute, the smirk became an excited grin as he pressed an appreciative kiss on Jin's collarbone. That grin soon faded to a confused frown as Hwoarang realised he was acting like a dog fishing for approval from an owner. Well, after all, he did roll over for Jin... "Well if you liked that so much, I'll be more than happy to do it again. It's not my fault I've been waiting for your dick for a couple of years now."
Jin smiled down at him, then brought two fingers under the Korean's chin, lifting it until they had resumed eye contact. "You asked me to give you a chance, Hwoarang, so I did. Okay, the first fuck was boring, but it was new ground to you, and that's a good excuse. What we just did was not boring at all." He let out a friendly chuckle at that, before grazing the redhead's cheek with his thumb. "Now that you know more about what to expect, you can make an informed decision. You're learning fast, so I want to give this a go if you're serious." He took a deep breath. "Only one question remains, and I want the honest answer. Do you want me as your master?"
His eyes lowered to Jin's lips as he contemplated the question. It was hard to tell whether Jin was cold enough that he'd accept anyone who'd call him master as his bitch, but he figured the only way to figure that out was a bit more manipulation. "I don't respect anyone else, but I'll probably piss you off a whole lot more."
"Well, that'd give you a lot to make up for." The Japanese frowned, seeming a bit disappointed. "So that's a 'no', then?" He untangled himself from Hwoarang, moving over to his pants and stepping into them. With the gloves being fingerless, they didn't seem to hinder him much. "In case that wasn't clear, I forgive you. Let's just forget about last night." He spoke with his back to the redhead, moving over towards his shirt.
"Wait a second... Who said no? If I meant 'no', I would have said 'no'." Hwoarang got up and crossed his arms. "To be perfectly honest, I don't care about having a 'master' either way. If I have to enjoy being tied up and fucked in order to get what I really want, then I will enjoy it. I will accept that side of you gladly, but likewise there are things about me that you have to decide whether you can accept or not too... This place is a mess..."
Stretching a bit before picking the shirt up, Jin groaned slightly. The Korean enjoyed the look of the broad back he had hoped for earlier until it was covered with fabric, but after sex it wasn't quite the climax he had expected it to be. With fingers quickly buttoning up the shirt, the Japanese turned around, looking insistently into his eyes, speaking in a low pitch, almost growling. "So what is it you really want?"
It was a little funny how Jin didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept when other people could figure it out so easily. But it was true some things were just clearer from the outside, or maybe Mishimas just didn't trust anyone well enough to understand. "How many years do I have to stalk you before you realise? I want you. There's nothing more to it than that."
"So if you have to enjoy getting fucked in order to 'get me', you will enjoy it? Pardon me for saying so, but that's something you've been enjoying greatly all along. You looked more or less ready to faint just presented with the idea, the first night..." He sighed and shook his head. "Oh, nevermind. So you'll enjoy my fetishes. I'd ask you to expand on those sides I have to decide whether I can accept, but there's only about an hour and a half left of daylight. I should put in a bit more searching before the sun sets. Maybe we could eat together after, and you tell me then? I know I don't have the best of food available, but think of the company?" He smirked lightly when he finished, tilting his head to watch the redhead's face again.
He opened his mouth to argue about the fainting thing, but before he could say anything, he got confused as to what he was supposed to be arguing. He thought about it for a moment and then just shrugged it off, thinking he would be better off just letting it go. Standing around completely nude was starting to make him a little uneasy for some reason, so he quickly snatched up his pants, not bothering with his boxers. Too much dirt in them. "As tempting as that sounds, I have a better idea. How about you come back to my place and I make you dinner?"
His rival pondered that for a moment, before shrugging. "Alright. Am I right in thinking you don't want to discuss your friends' fantasies about threesomes and foursomes with them? If so, that'd make two of us. Think you would make something we can eat in your room?"
"Sure. Nothing too sloppy then." He took his shirt and pulled it on over his head as he absently thought out loud to himself. "Soup... Or maybe tempura something-or-other and dumplings... but then I'd have to have something with veggies, so maybe spring rolls. Hopefully the market's still open, I forgot to pick up any noodles." He started heading toward the path back, before pausing and turning to Jin. "Want me to come pick you up when it gets dark, or would you rather walk?"
"A lift would be good, thanks. I'll wait for you where you parked the first time, an hour after sunset. Have a nice trip back." The Japanese smiled and lifted his hand momentarily. Pulling the gloves off as he walked casually toward the tent.
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Jin hoped his grin didn't rub the situation in too hard. Not that he was worrying a lot, he didn't expect the guy to be discouraged by something so small after what the Korean had just put up with. 'At least that should teach him for calling me bitch...' he chuckled lightly to himself. Whereas he hadn't exactly set out to make revenge a priority, that part was covered more than well enough now. Letting things go had always been incredibly difficult for him, but after this... he chuckled again the mental image of his 'rival' on his stomach, backside in the air. It had cleared his mind completely. No anger, no spite, nothing.
Then again, being given complete control always had this effect on him. Even at the Fourth Tournament, where his entire goal had been to kill his father and grandfather, his anger had faded once they were at his mercy. With the power to make whatever decision he wanted, his mind mellowed quickly, and that had just happened with Hwoarang. It was the direct opposite of when he was pushed - when people tried to control him, hurt him or humiliate him, that never failed to stir an unquenchable thirst for death and destruction within him. That cursed Devil Gene...
He was greatly surprised by the turn of events. The first night, he had expected that the Korean's pride would get in the way - that yielding and respect would not be his style. But as he thought about it... from what he had seen of Hwoarang and Baek, it was blindingly obvious that Baek expected - and most likely received - complete obedience. The younger Korean seemed really nervous and out of place when he was doing anything the older one might not appreciate. The redhead's money came from fights too, where he spent his efforts getting his would-be opponent to feel in control; and as far as Jin knew, Hwoarang had great success with that. So in a way, it only made sense the guy could instill the same feeling within him too.
In hindsight, it had been a bit on the optimistic side to think he could scare Hwoarang off with sexual demands. For some reason, the redhead's obsession with him also applied to sex, even when Jin insisted on whatever came to mind. He had never taken it anywhere near that far with anyone. If he was honest with himself, he knew that if Hwoarang hadn't triggered his spite the night before, he wouldn't have gone for the 'master' bit. But given how the Korean was still sucking up to him afterwards, he guessed that he wasn't the only one a bit excited about it after all.
Thinking back, he couldn't ever recall the desire to control being that strong within him since... the fourth tournament, probably. From the time he was captured and until the moment when his father's and grandfather's lives were at his mercy, it had almost eaten him up from the inside. Not until he saw a vision of his mother was he able to push back that desire to kill and let them go. So why did he feel almost as strong about this? Could it really be Hwoarang triggering all that on his own? He couldn't rule that out, but he had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. He'd have to watch his back.
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Things had gone well it seemed. There was nothing fun about admitting he was wrong or apologising, but his sensei had taught him that there was no dignity in being pig-headed. Sensei would be proud that he finally could come to respect someone else, but maybe he'd be ashamed too. After all there wasn't any pride in being someone's dog either. Not many people would understand his reasons for doing it. That was alright. What mattered was that he understood why he was doing it.
"... So then what's my reason...?"
Hwoarang sighed and walked on down the path. Everything was way too complicated, but he had plenty of time to work it out while he cooked supper. A decision had already been made regardless of why, so it was hardly a pressing issue anyway. Not nearly as important as which ingredients he needed to pick up on the way home; now that was crucial.
He jumped as a twig snapped nearby, and went into a defensive stance. A twig? No, he was definitely not used to nature. It was probably a rodent or a rabbit - if there's even a difference? There were tons of animals in the woods, or forest or whatever it was. Like he knew or cared. Yet, even as he told himself how ridiculous it was to be jumping to irrational conclusions, something was making him very uneasy. In the city he would have recognised that feeling immediately and would know that he was being watched, but in the middle of nowhere, who would be watching? He had the same feeling a little bit earlier, but was far too distracted to pay it any mind, and had chalked it up to being in unfamiliar territory at another man's mercy.
No. Someone was there alright. There was just no mistaking that feeling. Being watched was easy to shrug off or misinterpret, but he knew when he was being followed. If it was the people after Jin, why would they follow him while he was leaving? Maybe to make sure he didn't get in the way? What if they were attacking Jin that very moment?
Alarmed at the thought, he spun around to head back and then froze mid-stride. There, standing in the middle of the path with the cockiest of all evil smirks plastered on his scarred face, was the devil himself masquerading as a man - Kazuya Mishima.
"From 'Blood Talon' to 'Bitch'. It sounds like you've been demoted, but if you ask me, it is a rather fitting title-change." The smirk faded to a scowl of distaste as the Mishima took a step forward. "Must you really gawk like that?"
Hwoarang gasped, realising his mouth had been gaped open in shock, and automatically clenched his jaw as if that would undo his embarrassment. "What the fuck do you want from me?"
"Oh, nothing in particular. I just wanted to see the whore my son had decided to live in sin with. I was so afraid he'd choose one of those annoying women from the tournament, but I'm glad to see he has claimed someone easier to control." Kazuya reached out to run his fingers through the Korean's red hair. "And it takes a very brave - or stubbornly idiotic - bitch to get through to someone of my blood."
"Don't touch me!" Hwoarang smacked the hand away. Had that guy been watching them all along? He had accepted a while ago that getting involved with Jin would mean being involved with the dysfunctional Mishima family, but having Jin's father commenting on their sex life was just plain surreal. "What, is calling me a bitch becoming a trend?" He muttered to himself, "I think I preferred Cheonyeo."
The man laughed and took a step closer. His aged Japanese eyes were lowered to a dangerously sly gaze as he closed in on the Korean. "As cute as that is, it's hardly valid now. I don't fancy myself a voyeur, but I'm rather confident that I witnessed some very entertaining penetration back there."
It was ridiculous. Hwoarang took a few steps backwards, nearly tripping over an exposed tree root cutting through the path. It was hard to be graceful with fate, nature and a man with a devil gene against him, but he wouldn't take his eyes off the man. It was too dangerous to let his guard down. "Oh please, why the Hell do you know Korean too? I mean I understand why Jin would, because he's a psycho dweeb, but you...? Do you even know where Korea is on a map? Seriously, how many languages do you inbred money-humpers know?"
"I learn all the languages of my enemies, and Baek Doo San was close enough to fit the criteria."
Well that proved it. Everyone in that family was psycho and he didn't want anything to do with this one who had 20 more years to polish his devilish tendencies than his son and no Kazama blood to provide any balance. Not wanting to get into a discussion about language capacities, the Korean launched himself forward to sprint past the evil peeping-tom, only to be caught immediately and his arm twisted back. He could feel the man's breath on his neck as he was forced down to his knees.
Kazuya's hand brushed up beneath Hwoarang's shirt and he dragged his teeth over the ear. His voice was a calm whisper interlaced with hunger and amusement. "You don't need to check up on him. I have no intention of intercepting him at the moment. Now that I know about you, this game is going to be far more fun, so I'll keep him in play a little while longer. I'll see you again, bitch. Until then, if you ever find yourself in need of a real man..." He took his hand away for a moment and then put it back to slip it under the hem of the redhead's pants, depositing what felt like a card. "Now you have my number, but don't worry. It doesn't have my name on it, so even if your master finds it, he'll never know."
As soon as Hwoarang was released, he growled and leapt back to his feet, ready to attack. He did a back kick as he turned to face the man and was dumbstruck. No one was there. There was no way anyone could completely vanish within a split second without making a noise. "No fucking way..." His eyes scanned the surrounding trees but there was no sign of disturbance; only an eerie silence.
While he glanced up toward the sky - just in case - he fit two fingers down his pants to pull out the card. How crazy would he have to be to actually call that freak? That would be suicide, and it would no doubt dishonour his sensei even more than he already had. With a roll of his eyes, he tossed the card to the ground and started to walk away, but then he stopped. There was absolutely no telling what would happen now that he was involved and had been spotted by that demon, so maybe that number would come in handy. As he went back and picked the card back up, he wondered whether or not he should tell Jin...
No. Jin didn't need to know yet.
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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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Guthan: Glad you enjoyed it! There's more lemon to come, but there'll be a bit of plot first, I'm afraid. :)
MMishima: Your reviews have been a constant motivator for us in this process, so we were a bit sad not to see one this time... hope you're still out there and reading :)
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