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The Quality of the Sword	By : MMishima Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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**Chapter 9: (A Change in Temperature can Ruin the Sword)�and the Sword Maker**
Jin waited by the double doors for Ling to come bounding out. Last night, the Chinese youth had made Kazama swear he would have lunch with her today in the Courtyard. There was no doubts she wanted to discuss more of Jins revelations to her and in truth, the Japanese youth did not mind.
�Jin! Jin!� Xiaoyu cried out with a smile, bounding through the open double doors, one small hand instantly cradling itself in the Japanese own. Jin knew secretly, Ling was loving every second of this closeness. The pressure was off for him now, though. Yet, that did not stop the instant whispers that arose around them as Ling promenaded the normally solemn figure toward the line of trees and benches. Rumor was, Ling Xiaoyu and Jin Kazama were dating. A rumor Ling more than likely started and Jin knew it was for his and Hwoarangs protection.
Jin shook his head and smiled. It had been a long time since he had taken lunch with Ling. In truth, Jin avoided her because of the persistent affections she had for him that he just could not return. But now things had shifted, last night opened entirely new doors in their friendship and Jin trusted the Chinese youth with his darkest secret, knowing she would keep it safe, regardless of her babbling nature.
The Japanese youth sat beneath the tree, smoothing the overly tight but lightweight sweater he wore. The largest size in the school was still just a touch too snug for Jins expansive muscular frame. Producing an apple and a large bottle of water from his book bag, he slowly bit into the skin as Ling entertained him with the latest gossip, barely seeming to buzz above her food, like a humming bird. It was pleasant for a sunny warm spring afternoon. But there was a touch of glee in Jin, knowing that the time he spent at the Mishima High School was nearly done. His main objective in his classes today were called �Study hall��where he worked ceaselessly on his thesis for Polytech. His grades were already processed at this point, straight high honors, as expected. Only a few days remained until freedom�but the Tournament would begin again this afternoon. Luckily, neither he nor Ling or even Hwoarang had anything scheduled until tomorrow.
Jin looked up when Ling stopped speaking, finding the Chinese youth standing on the bench, one hand cupped over her eyes to shield her gaze from the sun. �What are you looking for?� He asked, licking away the juice of the fruit from his lower lip.
Ling said nothing for that long second and then let loose as squeal that nearly had Jin dropping his water bottle. �Jin! He�s here! Oh my god�Jin! I swear that has to be him!�
The Japanese youth felt his fingers begin to shake, his mouth going dry instantly, even though he had just taken a large swallow of water. He did not have to see over the bench to know who Ling was referring to.
�Jin! Oh my god! He is here! What are we going to do? He cant come in here!� Ling screeched, her feet stomping on the wood, bounding with nervous energy.
It was like a clarion call. Hwoarang was here and suddenly the world faded, nothing existed�nothing but his lover. Jin rose, setting down the apple and brushing off his plaid uniform slacks, his heart thrumming wildly in his chest. Dark sable eyes focused ahead of him, disregarding the cruel sunlight that burned into his gaze�he could see the shimmer of copper on chrome�dazzling like the flame of a messenger god.
Like a moth to the flame, Jin drew forward, walking past Xiaoyu toward the beacon of his desire. A ship lost in the night, called to port by flamed coppery tendrils. He moved with slow ease, barely containing the desire in his spirit�
�Jin! Hey, wait! Come back!� Ling shouted as Jin drew closer to the wrought iron school fence. �We are going to get in soo much trouble!� She bit her lip nervously, looking over her shoulder like a hunted criminal. Torn between fear of retribution and pure curiosity, Xiaoyu squealed and tore off after Jin.
Hwoarang paced before the wrought iron gate, exhaling blue tinged smoke against a viciously split lip. It had been a lucky shot from his attackers the night before. Neither of those three could ever claim to be so lucky. Two were taken away in an ambulance, the other managed to evade capture. The Blood Talon had gone to lock up overnight only to have Saatchi and Han come to collect him and the Interpol operative, Lei Wulong, also a competitor in the tournament, come to question him wondering of the relation between the bar fight and the Tournament. The two Japanese attackers had admitted everything from the hospital at that point and no charges were filed. Wulong let him go. It had been a helluva night.
The Korean turned, not only seeing�but feeling Jin approach. The glint of desire lit his amber orbs as Hwoarang drew in from the cigarette, coming to the wrought iron gate he wanted to kick down�just to get to his lover.
Jins fingers wrapped around the iron gate, cursing the metal that separated him from Hwoarang. The mark on the Blood Talons lip elicited instant concern. The area was slightly swollen and split, caked over with a thin line of dried blood �What happened to your lip?�
�Bar room brawl. Don�t worry�this is the worst of it.� Hwoarang purred, though his body exuded the pent up tension of a stalking jungle cat.
Jin shivered. Rage ran through him like a bolt of lightning to know someone had put hands on his Korean beauty. He tried to bite it back, he had too many hours left after lunch to lose focus now. �What..are you doing here?�
The Blood Talon watched Jin through the wrought iron gate and errant copper tendrils before his eyes. He could taste the thick draw of breath from Jins lips at the sight of him, even from the distance forced between them. �I had to see you�� The Blood Talon coed in the most seductive, predatory tone. The Korean raised his hand, touching his beautys fingers with his own. Skin to skin. �I feel like..I am going crazy..if I don�t see you�touch you��
Jin felt his spine shiver, a familiar throb rushing through his core all the way to his silent, constricted length. Hwoarangs touch overrode every responsibility, every sensation. He wanted to flee over the gate and rush onto the back of the Koreans bike, just to spend the day rolling in the ribbons of sunlight that streamed on his bed.
Hwoarang saw Xiaoyu coming and instantly removed his hand, turning his body sideways to break any further desire for contact. Narrowed eyes regarded the Chinese youth with an instant hatred. He had seen Ling walk out into the courtyard, hand in hand with Jin.
The Japanese youth could scent Lings approach. Like wildflowers and sugary fruit. He did not have to bother to turn to know she was there. And he understood in that instant why the Blood Talon had broken contact so quickly.
Ling waved to Hwoarang but was met with only a cold stare. That icy glare turned deadly the moment she braced her hand on Jins shoulder.
�Kazama, can you get out tonight? We have some business to discuss.� Hwoarang said with a hiss, eyeing down that hand on Jins shoulder.
The Japanese youth did not bother to shake off Lings touch. He knew she would only persist, not to mention it was excellent cover for both he and Hwoarang, which apparently his lover had not considered. �I have to train tonight, my match against Yoshimitsu is tomorrow afternoon right after classes.�
Ling bit her lip. �I can get you out of it. If you come over to my house and help me study after school and your training�we can say we need the use of the library�and disappear from there.�
Jin smiled, looking to Ling now. She was more brilliant and devious than he gave her credit for. She blushed the moment their eyes contacted and looked away just as Jin turned his gaze to Hwoarang. �I will take it that is a yes, with Lings help.�
�Yeah. Whatever. Club Oblivion 8pm.� Hwoarang said with a turn of his back and a wave of his hand once the cigarette was tossed off. He began to walk away, seething with his possessive rage.
�Hwoarang!� Jin called out in a panic. He could not leave this way.
The Blood Talon turned his head, gazing over his shoulder. Ling was already walking away and Jin was clinging to the wrought iron high fencing as though he might scale it then and there. The panic was visible in Jins eyes as well as the ring of his voice. Hwoarang was hurt, he never had relied on anyone for anything he wanted. Never relied on anyone for that matter. Never had been so possessive and jealous of a single touch from one of Jins only friends.
The Blood Talon felt his heart shiver when he held Jins eyes. The pain at their separation, even if for a few hours, was heavy in those sable orbs. �I know, baby.� He said, loud enough for Jin to hear but low enough to avoid as much detection as possible. With that, Hwoarang turned once more, lowering his goggles over his eyes, gearing up to ride off.
**
�You have done well.� Heihachi barked, blowing out the candle he had been meditating before. Jin had, infact, done quite well in his training. Drawing the creature Toshin would not be difficult if the boys Chi remained as focused as it had been during this session. The Elder Mishima would catch his quarry and draw from the ancient one the tissue and DNA required to give him the immortality he sought.
Jin rose up, bowing before his own candle, sweat dripping from his features, making the flame sputter. �Thank you, Grandfather. I do not underestimate my opponent. Yoshimitsu is a proud and noble warrior, a leader of his people. It would dishonor him to come, unprepared.�
Heihachi turned, drawing up on aching legs. It had been some time since Jin had nearly worn him out. There was fire in the young Kazama and it seemed to burn stronger as the evening progressed. �Wang Jinrei has called to tell me you will be studying with Ling tonight. Is this so?�
Jin looked up, blaming the shortness of breath for delay in response to Heihachis question. His face flushed deeper red making a parallel to the flames on his Gi pants. �My help has been enlisted for her, so yes, Oujisan, if I may?�
The Elder Mishima was nearly shocked at how respectable Jins tone was. It carried a resonance Heihachi had not heard in some weeks. �Have you completed your work on the thesis for admission to Polytech?� He asked, arms folding before his massive, bare chest.
Jin folded his arms in similar manner, the edges of his sweat drenched T shirt rising along his muscular biceps. �I have nearly completed the paper. I have time at school now that the majority of my classes are over.
Heihachis eyes caught the black marking beneath the white, sweat soaked shirt that covered Jins body. The image bled through till it was clear and concise. The Elder Mishimas brow raised ever so slightly. He had seen a marking like that before, somewhere in his readings on the subject of Demonology. Could it be? �That will be suitable, Jin. I will make arrangements to have a car bring you to her residence.�
Jin blinked, trying to hold his poker face. �I would prefer to take my bike, Oujisan. It has been sometime since I have been riding.�
�I see.� Heihachi countered. That mark was filling his thoughts, over riding nearly everything else. He had to get to the study and search through his literature. Has the answer been staring me in the face all this time? Does Jin have Kazuyas curse? Does Jin possess the Devil Gene I have been searching for? �And what time will I expect you home, this evening.�
�Ling and I would like to study at the library. I anticipate to be home by 11pm. Is that suitable, Grandfather?� Jin felt himself trembling. He had not lied, exactly.
Heihachi nodded. �I accept, Jin.� Was all the Elder Mishima could say. �You are excused.�
Jin bowed to his Grandfather and slowly padded to the door of the dojo, looking back over his shoulder. Heihachi was unusually agreeable as though something more important was at the forefront of his thoughts. �Thank you, Oujisan.� He knows you realize�.
Kazama Jin looked back to the door, shivering as the voice within him spoke at last�after such a long respite. Was this the voice of his conscience? What is there to know? I have not lied to him�
He knows, Kazama Jin�about us�and this game is about to grow far deadlier than we could imagine�
Jin shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, one hand holding onto the door jamb of the dojo. The headache was instant and sharp, forcing Jin to groan ever so slightly with the tenacity of the ache, compelling the Japanese youth to nearly stumble onto the grass as he made his way back to the estate.
Heihachi raised a brow as Jin halted for that split moment before stumbling off. This has just become a very interesting development�Jin, you now have my full attention.
**
Ling gave her grandfather a soft kiss on the cheek, books clutched to her chest. She said her good byes as Jin stood sentry at the door like a proper gentleman. Wang had the most interesting smile over his aged features, as though giving his blessing to two young lovers.
With a bow of his head, the Japanese youth stepped away, taking Lings books to strap on the back of his bike. There was not nearly as much room as he had on Hwoarangs, Ling would be forced to sit quite tightly against him. A fact that made him blush. �We should have a little time to study before we have to go. Is that alright with you?� Jin offered Ling a hand as she climbed in behind him, nestling her cheek to his back.
�We are soo not going to the library. I cant let you go out to the club looking like this�not to see Hwoarang anyway.� Ling smiled as Jin began to turn the key in the ignition, pausing with fright.
�Oh no, we have to get some studying done. I cant be made a liar to your grandfather or mine.� Jin felt suddenly quite self conscious. His spare set of riding leathers were not unfashionable, just a bit worn out. He had used them while he learned to drive the high speed racing bike and taken a few spills. Jin had repaired the leather with his horrific sewing skills. The gear was comfortable, broken in just the way the Japanese youth liked them to be.
�There is this trendy little shop uptown. Now, drive.� Ling said with a giggle of pure joy.
They would discuss this further once Jin drove them to the library. There was no way he was spending any amount of time shopping�with Ling Xiaoyu.
**
Jin stood before the mirrors that managed to frame his entire body, walling him in on three sides. This was a ghastly experience and he could not believe Ling had convinced him to do this. She seemed to know all the right words to make the Japanese youth agree, make it seem that if he did not wear something more appropriate to the club and its atmosphere that Hwoarang might, subtly, glance an eye in another direction. That thought had never occurred to Jin and Ling made it seem a true crisis a complete imperative.
Now, Jin felt like a fool. How did he get suckered in so easily when he trusted Ling? That was why, of course, because he had TRUSTED Ling. �I can not do this.� He said in a dismal voice, shaking his head at the ridiculous attire Xiaoyu and a very anxious clerk had picked out.
�Oh, its not going to kill you, Jin!� Ling shouted, exalting her point. �Those are great colors on you! And those pants, leather! He will love it, trust me.� She smiled, hands flying to her hips, ready to debate this point further and break Jin down into buying them. The Japanese youth looked delicious enough to eat, if she did say so herself.
Jin shook his head, eyes rolling up to the side. He had to admit the leather pants were really nice. They were tight from the waist to the knees, not unlike his Gi but with less flexibility. He did like the way the pants belled out from the knee to the ankle, longer enough at the hem for him to walk in. For a second, Jin felt like some American rock star. �Alright. I will get the pants, but not the shirt. Green and yellow should never be allowed together in the same room.� He said with dripping sarcasm and realized..in that instant he sounded�
Jins mouth shut tightly with extreme speed.
Ling had heard the comment and was giggling so hard her pig tails were shivering. �Alright. I will give that much to you. Let me see what I can find?�
Jin shook his head. �No, the sweater I was wearing beneath the riding jacket is plenty enough.�
�Jin!� Ling protested, sliding a pair of trendy shades over her eyes. They were much too large for her face and made her look cute and comical all at the same time. �What if you just get a really plain T shirt?� She tore off instantly, grabbing and holding up a plain black T shirt. It had some stretch to it and would cling to Jins form nicely. �Just try it on, okay? Come on, if you wear that sweater with those pants..you might as well be Heihachi!�
Jin shuddered at that thought, looking at the plain black T shirt with a slight grimace. He preferred a more classic style, slacks and sweaters always worked, no real decision had to be made there. But perhaps a black T would not be too bad. He could always leave his riding jacket open. It was black leather with white and red Kanji on the shoulders. �Alright, bring it over here..but I am not promising anything.�
**
Hwoarang leaned on the bar, one elbow supporting him as his free hand kept around a long neck bottle of beer. He had been drinking for nearly two hours and slowed down from the whiskey he preferred. The two tastes complimented each other.
Amber orbs remained fixed on the door, waiting for Jin to show. He knew Xiaoyu would come along, if she was Jins cover for tonight, the Japanese would have no other choice but to have her in tow.
That thought infuriated the Blood Talon. He did not like anyone tagging around what was his. Hwoarang took another long draught from his bottle, squinting as the flashing lights ebbed over his line of sight. American music played in time to the raving illumination�and the Korean could hardly believe his eyes.
Jin stood in the doorway with Ling. The Chinese youth was already swaying to the music even as she looked about for sight of the Blood Talon. Eyes connected and Xiaoyu grasped Jins arm pulling him toward his lover.
Hwoarang straightened up, drinking in the sight coming toward him. Jin was dressed hotter than an august night in Seoul, looking classy and yet edged with something dangerous. It was the leather. The Blood Talon had a fondness for that clinging, tough material�and in this case, it showed off Jins firm body with massive appeal. The Blood Talon wasn�t the only one who noticed the Japanese beauty, everyone he bumped into, passed en route to Hwoarang was taking careful notice.
�Hi Hwoarang! Or is it Blood Talon? What do you like to be called?� Ling said with a smile, realizing her hand was still in Jins and dropped it, feigning innocence.
The Korean youth narrowed his eyes. He didn�t know what she knew about he and Jin, but he certainly did not trust Ling. �Hwoarang. I am only the Blood Talon to my gang.� He tried to muster up some kind of calm but was failing miserably. He wanted to knock the twit out of the way and grasp Jin against him. Instead, he took a thick swig of his beer, slamming the now empty bottle down on the counter, holding up two fingers and nodding toward the whiskey. �Kazama.� he said coolly, even as his eyes burned.
Jin felt his stomach churn, his body tensing with anticipation. Being this close to Hwoarang, especially in public, was torment. �Hwoarang.� He replied, trying to hold back the tremor in his voice. He felt so completely self conscious in his attire and swore he would strangle Ling for convincing him to buy and wear the outfit. He longed for the comfort of his riding leathers or a tailored fitting pair of slacks. Jin would not feel so out of place then.
Ling hummed to herself, looking over to the bartender. �I want something pink!� She yelled but the bartender was already taking other orders now that the two shot glasses and the bottle was in front of Hwoarang. �I will be right back!� She said with determination.
Jin nodded, taking her place next to Hwoarang at the bar, fingers riding the rim of the shot glass, now filled with familiar libations. �Are you angry with me?� He asked, leaning closer, catching the familiar scent of the Korean youth. It filled him with instant hunger, instant desire.
Hwoarang tossed back the shot, looking into Jins eyes through errant tendrils of copper before his field of vision. �You look�damn.� The Korean licked his lips, avoiding Jins question for the moment. Watching how the Japanese face flushed heatedly at the praise. �No, baby..I�m not angry..I just don�t like her hanging around you, hanging all over you.�
Jin tossed back the shot, finding it was not as unpleasant as the first experience. �I told her�about us.� He said low, licking his lips.
Hwoarang was alittle shocked at the fact Jin had said anything to her. It was more than obvious Ling had a crush on his lover. �And?�
�And that is why she got me out here tonight. She actually likes the fact that you and I are..you know, going out and stuff.� It was still too new and awkward for Jin to just come out and say their status. �I really want to kiss you�� He added as Hwoarang refilled their shots. That comment drew amber orbs to Jins own sable gaze.
There was still some tension between them with yesterdays events, that little conversation they held in the park. But Hwoarang was feeling the same and this distance, this public display of civility was eating through him. �Yeah. We need to be alone.� That was painfully obvious.
Ling returned, triumphant, a pink drink in a hurricane glass gripped tightly. The umbrella that had been adoring the monstrosity was slowly lifted and placed in her hair. �So, you guys want to dance, or something? I mean it�s a club, right?�
Hwoarang looked over to Ling, but not before assuring both he and Jin took a third shot. �I don�t dance.�
�You know, that�s what Jin said and I had him out there working the hips the other night. You remember right? Or where you too wrapped up in Julias gums to remember?� She said with a devious smile. �So you, you know, like guys and girls too right?�
Hwoarang cracked his neck. �That�s none of your fucking business.� He felt the look Jin shot him over that comment. �Um, look, I don�t discuss that kind of shit.�
Jin ran his hand back through his hair. Hwoarang was going to make this difficult on him and Ling was trying her best to be pure wickedness. Were they both conspiring against him? He poured himself another shot and was starting too feel that fuzzy sensation as he downed it. That was his limit for the night or he would be in no shape to drive.
Ling leaned closer to Hwoarang, her delicate hand braced at his forearm. �If you hurt him, I swear�.you will wish you were dead.� She smiled with pure innocence, drawing back once more and finishing that monster drink.
Hwoarang could not help but laugh. A threat coming from Xiaoyu, now that was funny shit.
�You know what, Ling, maybe we should dance.� Jin said, grasping her arm and dragging her to the dance floor. It would be a great distraction from the fight he was sure would break out if Hwoarang and Ling were in the same space for a moment longer.
Jin felt her draw against him as they found a space between the thrumming bodies, somewhere off from the center of the dance floor. His hands rested gently on her hips as he began to sway against his captive. Whiskey gave him courage.
Ling giggled, her hands resting at Jins shoulders. His hips were no longer as tight, they found the rhythm easily and kept to it as she flushed, realizing just who she had to thank for that. �You know, I am only trying to be nice.� She said, feeling a bit tipsy herself. She had taken down that drink like she was afraid it would be ripped from her grasp.
�Could you be alittle..less nice?� Jin asked, keeping pace with the music. It flowed through him easier now and his hands gripped Lings hips with assuredness, as he had grasped Hwoarangs the day before. He wished his lover was in Lings place before him�
**
Hwoarang watched the two draw up onto the dance floor, watched the sway and rhythm of Jins body against Lings and felt the heat of desire threaten to consume him. He needed Jin, alone, now..needed to hear his lover scream�and plead. The Blood Talon wanted to hear Jin..plead.
Taking another shot, Hwoarang set the glass down and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Sliding through the crowd in that next moment, he came upon the two grinding bodies, his hands falling over Jins on Lings hips.
The Blood Talon was not much for dancing, but this was not about dancing, really. Jin looked up, feeling his hands covered over and gasped when Hwoarangs face greeted him over Xiaoyus shoulder. They could not dance together but they could dance with Ling between them.
Ling turned her head slightly to the side to see Jins lover, biting her lip as a smile drew over her features. �Now you boys play nice!� She laughed, feeling the Blood Talon draw into a rhythm with Jin, echoing his motions which remained slow and controlled. Hwoarang kept distance between his body and Lings backside and instinctively Jin gave himself more space as well, a half step back from the Chinese youths form.
�I intend to.� Hwoarang licked his lips, his breath sliding past Ling to Jin. �Jin, you like it when I am nice?� He teased, watching the Japanese youths face flush.
�Yes.� Jin managed with a shiver, rewetting his lips.
�How nice do you want me to be, baby?� Hwoarang purred with an edge to his voice. Ling could not help but giggle and close her eyes. The Blood Talon had a certain way of asking something like that�that even made her shiver a little bit.
�Real nice.� Jin said as a shiver slid up his spine. He drew closer to Lings shoulder instinctively as the captive Chinese youth turned her head sideways, away from Jin. She could feel two thick, distinctive breathing patterns over her skin, making her blush.
Hwoarang leaned in as well, still keeping from touching Lings body, not wanting to compromise her boundaries. They were nearly lip to lip over Xiaoyus shoulder. �Maybe if you beg for it, baby�I can be real nice to you�� The Blood Talons lips ghosted over Jins.
Jin moaned and that sound made Ling quiver. It was the perfect pitch and the desire he felt was evident. She heard the brush of lips near her ear and bit her tongue to keep quiet. Even with her own dangerous flirtations, she had to admit�Jin and Hwoarang..together�were hot.
�Its time..for some alone time. Follow me.� The Blood Talon pushed back, removing his hands from overtop Jins.
Kazama stepped back as Lings hands slowly slid down his chest. She swore she had never seen a more delicious sight as Jins eyes, his face, heated with lust. �Don�t keep me waiting here too long.� She said with a raise of her brow, wishing she could be a fly on the wall to whatever was going to happen.
�I wont.� Jin said with a flush of embarrassment. Ling knew what was going to happen, he could see it in her eyes. He didn�t care, not really�all he wanted..was Hwoarang.
The Japanese youth slid back from Ling, placing a soft kiss on her brow, smiling as she giggled and pushed him away. With that, he turned, catching the glint of copper hair, half way through the crowd, heading toward the bathroom..and followed.
The huge room was crowded, several patrons standing around, talking�flirting�snorting lines of fine white powder from the countertops. Their was easily a dozen stalls and the standard urinals. It was a coed lavatory.
Jin followed the copper tendrils around the first half dozen stalls to the opposite side where it was not as crowded. He lost sight of Hwoarang and how the Blood Talon evaded him, Jin could not understand.
With a sudden motion, hands grasped Jin by the shoulders, drawing him into the center stall. Instinct had Jin with his hands clasped painfully over the wrists of the assailant�until wide eyes met that heated amber gaze. Hwoarang slammed the stall closed with a side kick, pressuring Jin against the blue metal wall, covering over that muscular form with his own.
�Now where were we, baby?� The Blood Talon purred, fingers sliding down Jins face, thumbs brushing those lush lips.
�Right about..here�� Jin moaned, shivering with desire and unfulfilled need. Hwoarangs body crushed against him was as hot as the sun. He could feel the Blood Talons length straining through overly tight jeans, grinding with teasing heat against his own thickness.
�Why don�t you remind me with that mouth of yours�� Hwoarang purred, his thumbs parting Jins lips, teasingly. He groaned as he felt Jins tongue slither against the tip of his thumb, slowly drawing the appendage in to the warm whet depths of that hot mouth.
�Oh, god damn�� Hwoarang hissed, watching Jins cheeks pucker in. �Been practicing for me, baby?� The suction was tight� �Not tonight Jin-kun, tonight�your mine�.� The Blood Talon groaned, covering his mouth over Jins and slowly releasing the thumb his lover had captured with such hot suction. He pressed Jin deeper into the wall, hands sliding to his lovers wrists, keeping Jin tight in his hold. Hwoarang drank in Jins moans as two slick muscles battled with heat and need, feeling how the Japanese youth arched and thrusted upward as if baiting Hwoarang to do the same�and that bait worked.
The Blood Talon pressed back, panting. �Your body is telling me you want it rough, baby. Now, I want to hear it from you�how nice do you want me?�
Jin groaned, head tipped back against the wall. He felt like he could not breath, choking on his desire. �I don�t want you..nice at all�Hwoa-kun�� He managed, his own words making him shiver.
The Blood Talon raised his hands from Jins wrists and without a moment of notice, backhanded his beauty hard enough to turn his head..but light enough to let him know�it wasn�t a challenge�or an act of violence. He was giving his lover what he wanted. Jin knew on instinct the moment he felt the sting, moaning and nearly choking on his own breath. The black markings were etching down his chest beneath his form fitting T shirt�.
Hwoarang grasped Jins hips, stepping back in the slight space to give him the strength he needed to thrust Jin against the opposite wall of the blue bathroom stall, face first. Jin caught himself with the flats of his palms, gasping as he felt the Blood Talons fingers working his leather pants open.
�I can smell you through the leather�� Hwoarang hissed, yanking the form fitting leather down, dropping to his knees as he positioned Jins hips. Without another sound, the Blood Talon spread his lover open, sliding his tongue against the guarding ring of muscle..pushing into the hot walls till he felt Jin clench around his tongue.
Jin groaned, shaking at the sensation�spreading his thighs further apart and arching his hips back to feel more of the Blood Talons exquisite mouth. �Oh�god..Hwoa-kun�� It was softer than he wanted�but he knew�even in Hwoarangs haste to give him what he needed�the Korean was giving him some preparation.
The Blood Talon groaned, lapping at the heated walls with a fury, drinking in Jins taste like wine. He wanted to be covered in that musk�he wanted to drink enough to last him the night�
Jins nails clawed against the metal, scratching into its depths with elongated nails�.
The Blood Talon drew upwards, licking his lips and violently pressing Jin into the wall. His lips slid against his lovers ear, breath tainted with musk. �What do you need, baby?� he tormented with a cruelly sensual tone�his hands working open the denim of his pants.
�You..Hwoa-kun..� Jin closed his eyes, shaking, barely able to get the words out and be understood.
The Blood Talon freed himself from the restrictive denim, rubbing the crown of his length down Jins saliva slickened cleft. �How do you need me, Jin?� He hissed dangerously.
�Hard�Hwoa-kun�.� Jin groaned, shivering as he felt his lovers tip slide teasingly down the cleft of his backside, poised at the tight ring of muscle. The pressure was making him dizzy with need�
�No baby�wrong answer. You know what you want�now plead for it.� Hwoarang hissed, panting against Jins ear.
Jin swallowed hard, shivering. He had never pleaded in his life� �Hurt me�break me open�Hard..Hwoa-kun�please�� His voice was breaking down. The teasing was agony and he was near ready to sob if he had to wait a moment longer. �Please, Hwoa-kun�hurt me�make me feel you...�
The Blood Talon groaned. �Anything you want, baby.� He liked the way Jin pleaded, it made him feel powerful, in control..dominant over his lover. Hwoarang was surprised at just how addicted Jin was to the pain as well as the pleasure. One could not be had without the other.
The Blood Talons hands came up, grasping Jins, forcing them flat against the wall. With a thick breath, Hwoarang thrust hard, to the root inside of Jins body, feeling his lovers core stretch and tighten around the sudden invasion. Jin was going to bleed tonight�
�Ohh..god�� Jin cried out, his words echoing from the bathroom back to him. He sucked in a sharp breath at the intense, sudden flash of pain, sparking the fatal lightning to writhe up his torso and along the metal stall, flickering red as blood.
�Your fucking mine..do you hear me�.� Hwoarang groaned possessively, releasing the pressure and thrusting into the tight heat that enveloped him. Jin felt so good around him, squeezing him, milking him�.
�Hwoa-kun�� Jin cried out, shaking as he felt the heat of thrusts in rapid fire, buried tight and deep into his core. This was the only bliss he could ever know�Hwoarang�was the world�his world.
The Blood Talon shuddered as he thrust a punishing pace, arching up to drive his length against Jins buried treasure. He knew the moment he hit him off there�he felt Jin nearly go weak� it was too much, too fucking intense. �God damn�so fucking tight��
Hwoarang released Jins right hand, fingers entwined with his�and forced both to wrap around his lovers pleading, crying length. �Find the pace, baby�find the pace for me��
Jins hand, entwined with Hwoarangs, tunneled around his length, stroking with a sudden fury that matched the blazing pace of the Blood Talons thrusts. The rhythm was easy to find and Jin cried out, his forehead pressuring the bathroom stall as he thrust himself into his fist�and back to receive more of Hwoarang. The weight in his soul�was freed..only when he was with Hwoarang..only when the pain and pleasure battled�the masochism and sadism dancing the fine line�
The Blood Talon hissed darkly, shaking as he continued a blinding depth and power inside of Jins core, mouth anchoring along his lovers shoulder till teeth could no longer resist biting down. It kept Hwoarang from crying out, he was already getting so damn close�
Jin shuddered, his head rolling back onto Hwoarangs shoulder, eyes shut, breath spilling over in hard gasps. It was incredible, the peace he found entwined in Hwoarang. With a groan of pure pleasure, Jin continued to counter rhythm against Hwoarangs intense ardor, shaking as he drew closer to a spiraling end�his hand working deep and thick along his length.
Hwoarang threw his head back, teeth grasping to Jins earlobe�cast crimson from the pressure of the bite he left�the copper tang of Jins blood warm and delicious on his lips. �God damn baby�you feel too good��
Jin shivered, arching wildly, breaking his hand free from beneath the Blood Talons, bringing the appendage up to wrap around Hwoarangs neck, holding himself upright as he writhed into the intensity. �Hwoa-kun�its..starting��
Hwoarang shuddered the spasms beginning to rip through Jin were milking him hard. He rode into it, headlong, pressuring his lovers prostate with cruel precision. �Fuck..your killing me..Jin-kun��
Jins body tensed as waves of pleasure began to crash over him, sending him into gasping cries of near release�it was too much to hold back� The Japanese crested hard, slowing the entwined hands as he rode back into his lover, shaking as he bit down into his lip�tears rolling out of his eyes at the intensity of the release. Hot spurts of seed coated their fingers as Jin released, shaking and gasping�
Hwoarang was a pace behind Jin, falling back on the wall, dragging his lovers body with him as Jins core clenched spasmodically around him, milking him into hot ribbons of slick, pulsing deep into his beautys body. The Blood Talon swore he could not breath, there was only fire�the fire in his lungs�.the blood on his lips.
Panting breaths, ragged moans�in the throng of myriad voices that filled the bathroom. Jin shuddered, resting back against Hwoarang. Tears stained his face, the agony and pleasure had over filled him. �Hwoa-kun�Hwoa-kun�I..I�m falling for you��
Hwoarangs eyes opened when Jins words washed over him. Mouth going instantly dry, the Blood Talon bit his own lip now. He choked on what to say�choked on his words. �I know, baby�.� was all he could manage�.he couldn�t process the words, the emotions and thoughts behind it.
Hwoarang leaned in to kiss Jins torn shoulder, gasping for breath. �You drive me wild, you know that?�
Jin opened his eyes, his body shaking but slowly returning to normal. Hwoarang had avoided his words� �Hwoarang��
�Don�t do this Jin. Its going to change everything if you do this�� With careful hands, Hwoarang slid his palms between their bodies, sliding back with a hiss till they were no longer joined. He drew his denim jeans upward, buttoning them before brushing a hand back through errant copper tendrils.
Jin slid his leather pants up, tucking the black shirt in. Turning to face Hwoarang, the tears that glistened from his eyes told the Blood Talon the emotion behind the words were true.
The Blood Talon lit up a cigarette, there in the bathroom stall, leaning back against the wall, eyes looking upward. �I like things just the way they are�you know?� Hwoarang flicked his gaze to Jin.
Jin was slowly growing angry. How could Hwoarang dismiss him so easily? He leaned back against the opposite wall, finding it a little hard to balance himself. He was already sore, he could feel it�and it felt good. �Fine. I have to get out there to Ling, you coming?�
�I already did.� Hwoarang purred with an arrogant smile. He tried to make light of Jins words but failed, miserably. �Yeah, let me finish my smoke, splash some water on my face.� Bullshit. I cant face him now...because I dont fear the change...it has already happened.
�Alright.� Jin said with a sigh, opening the door inward and stepping out, sneaking around the throng of people, hoping none of them had heard the two�
Alone at last, Hwoarang only had a moment to get himself together. He couldn�t do this now�he would think about this later.
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