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Yours Till Dawn	By : Yaoichi Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 4366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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//Jin, you need to come to terms with what you are.//

It had been a long trip. The voice in his head had been speaking relentlessly ever since he reached the sidewalk to wait for the cab. At first, he had tried to keep his ground, but it just kept switching approaches even if the main topic always remained the same. In the end, he just wanted it to stop. //I am not the devil!//

//Nobody said you were.//

//So give me a break! It's been a bad day.// He felt a bit silly for appealing to its sympathy. What could bring such an emotion to its surface? Nothing even close had ever come from that spirit, and he knew it wasn't about to start now.

//No. Jin... your love is wasted on that garbage. He's used you for a night, let's leave it at that. There's other people out there for you, you know...//

Jin paused. The thing was probably trying to accomplish something, but he didn't have the mind to try to figure out what. The words it used made it sound like his classmates from Mishima Polytechnic. //I... I don't think I can move on.// He regretted the statement only moments later. Why was he still opening up to it? That was a question he didn't have any answers to.

//I'll help you.//

'Just what I need!' Jin remarked sarcastically to himself. He'd have shared the thought with it, but knowing the thing, he assumed it would ignore the sarcasm and make it incredibly hard to backpedal his way out of it. //Hah. Why would I trust you?//

//Hey, it's for my sake too. You really should kill him, you know. If it matters to you, you can choose how.//

With a frown and a swallow, Jin shook his head. //I can't kill him. He's the one I love, even if I'm just a toy to him.// He was quite satisfied with the certainty he had mustered. A locked door, so to speak; which was good. He would prefer that suggestion to come up as rarely as possible.

//Jin, you know what I hate about you now?//

//Not really.//

//Jin, you're weak, and you're naive. Someone's taking advantage of you, and you're just taking it. How can you do that? This sucks, Jin. You should be strong. You can be strong. Just follow my lead, and they'll all be at your feet.//

//Not in this. Killing Hwoarang is one thing I will never do.//

A knock came on the door, interrupting this inner dialogue. Jin, who hadn't started undressing yet, turned and re-opened it. Upon seeing who it was, Jin attempted to close the door, but Hwoarang stopped it with his foot. "You have hurt me enough, Hwoarang. Get out of my face."

The Korean's eyes dropped to his own shoes. Thinking back, the young Japanese couldn't remember ever seeing this attitude from the other man. "I know." He spoke silently and articulated every word carefully. "Jin, I really am sorry. Can I come in?"

It would have been an understatement to say that Jin was tempted, but recent events were taking their toll. The raven-haired youngster didn't feel ready for much more in the way of pain. "You're sorry. Good. That's good to hear. I don't think I want to hear any more."

Hwoarang gradually lifted his head until he met Jin's gaze. "You do. I promise. I know you will." His puppy eyes melted Jin's resolve, and within him the Japanese braced himself for the disappointment he expected would come. He opened the door, and stepped back.

Hwoarang stepped in quickly, and shut the door behind him. Lowering his head again, he drew a deep breath. "Jin, I've been an ass. I owe you bigtime."

With such a complete turnaround within less than two hours, Jin felt a touch of paranoia creep in. Most of his pattern recognition with things like this stemmed from conversations with the devil within him, and it rarely had good intentions. Uncertain about what this could be all about, he was determined not to make the first step. After waiting for a while to see if the redhead would go on, he mustered an indifferent voice for his response. "I suppose."

The Korean moved slowly towards him, until there were less than two feet between them. "And now," he started in a slightly louder voice, "I want to repay you. I want to earn your forgiveness."

Jin beamed with contempt for this levity, his spiteful voice dripping with bitterness. "Hwoarang... you broke my heart and my soul. You can't repay that." A silent afterthought drifted through his mind. 'And you sent me tumbling head first into the claws of the devil... but can I blame you, when you couldn't know?'

Hwoarang raised his arm, resting the hand against Jin's side. A part of the Japanese youngster wanted to just brush it away, but he found he couldn't. Finding himself needing to make an effort just to draw his breath, he watched Hwoarang's head turn upwards. The redhead's soft, elegant lips formed two words, whispered through his breath. "Watch me."

"What?"

The Korean took a small step backwards and then paused slightly, resting a hand on the zipper of his own top. After drawing a deep breath, Hwoarang started pulling it downwards, gradually uncovering his muscular chest. Jin felt his heart beat harder. What that man was after was beyond him, but he enjoyed the sight nonetheless.

When the redhead slid the garment off, he left it gently on the nearest chair. The care with which he did so surprised the Japanese a little, but when he realised the redhead had just roughly rid himself of his footwear and started wriggling out of his strapped pants, his mind quickly went on to a more enjoyable topic. The pants soon joined the boots on the floor, and wasting no time, Hwoarang pulled his gloves off and let them join the pile. Stark naked, Hwoarang stretched his arms out to the sides. "Jin, you said you love me, so here I am. Do you like my body, Jin? Till dawn, do what you want with it. All yours."

The raven-haired man blinked. Then he blinked again. 'If this is a trap, he sure knows what bait to use...' He closed his eyes, concentrating on praying as strongly as he could that he wasn't being conned. Could this even happen? The guy had rejected him rather bluntly this very morning, and submission was certainly not Hwoarang's style. Yet still...

Jin gave up second-guessing, and reopened his eyes slowly. Watching the man of his dreams just standing there au naturel, he couldn't help feeling nothing but desire. He wanted to touch, he wanted to taste... he wanted it all. But first he needed to overcome his paranoia. If he'd expect physical or verbal assaults at every other turn, this wouldn't work out too well, even if the Korean was being serious.

Still, traps be damned, he had to try. There was, after all, not that much more to lose. And what a prize... Jin's tongue hit his cheek for a moment. He felt his calm and determination return to him - a welcome change from only a minute ago. His questioning eyes soon focused on the Korean's. "Anything?"

A thoughtful expression briefly visited the young face in front of him, before the other youngster shrugged. "Well, I kinda want to survive. Is that a problem?"

The casualness with which such a subject was brought up amused Jin greatly. With a smile on his face, he did his best to alleviate the Korean of any such fears, while not quite believing any could have been harboured. "Not a problem."

"Good. What do you want to do first?"

The thought of kissing the man in front of him consumed Jin's mind, but he found himself fighting his own impatience. If the Korean was serious, then he could wait a couple of minutes while he got his thoughts back together. If he wasn't, Jin didn't want to have asked for something too personal right off the bat. An idea popped into his head, and with a silent chuckle, he turned around. "Come with me to the kitchen."

"Sure!" The redhead responded happily, before following him through the door.

'At least that's enough enthusiasm...' Jin walked over to the sink, and started the tap with hot water, arranging the plates, bowls and the cups neatly. "Do the cups first."

The Japanese was surveying Hwoarang closely to gauge his reaction. As confusion seemed to settle in the redhead's face, Jin smiled back at him. He proceeded to add some soap to the water, and then switched off the tap. "I'll be in the living room if you need anything." With that, Jin left Hwoarang to it.

//Why did you let him in?//

//He's here!//

//Yes, I noticed.//

//He apologised...//

//You think he means it? Talk is cheap.//

It had broken him off with a ridiculing voice. However, the tone got it nowhere. Jin's mind was only partly present in this conversation; most of it was watching, listening and smelling through the kitchen doorway. With a happy sigh, Jin finished his answer to the first question. //... and then, he took his clothes off.//

//So? You saw it all yesterday. Not much new on that front.//

Jin concentrated on not laughing. Such an activity could certainly be taken the wrong way by his company in the kitchen, even though the company in his head deserved to hear it. As if a few glances at Hwoarang would satisfy his hunger... //If this is a dream, nobody wake me up. Look at those arms at work, that beautiful back bending ever so gracefully... he's doing my dishes!//

//You're happy now, aren't you?//

//How could I be happier... Oh, I know how I can be happier. I want to see more. Then I want to... you know what I want.// It had said that as if that would be the mistake of his life, but Jin didn't realise what its tone implicated till after he had responded. When he did, he was only happier - having just done the same trick the devil used to play on him.

//I'm not surprised he came.//

It switched approach, and successfully triggered Jin's curiosity. The reasons for the entire situation eluded him, and he was quite open to hear its theories. //You... aren't?//

//No, don't you remember what he said?//

Trying to avoid too eager a response, Jin took a few seconds pretending to ponder. Being way too distracted to think clearly, he fished for its thoughts as indifferently as he could. //Anything in particular you're referring to?//

//He thinks you're great! That's better than good, you know. A toy, yes, but nevertheless... if you're great, you're one of the best. It only makes sense he'd come visit.//

Jin realised it'd be no help at this point. From what he could tell from the conversations it had with his mother, it wouldn't want him to get anywhere either. He settled for rubbing the situation in. Another minor victory was more than welcome. //Hmm.... I'd better go see if he wants to play, then.//

//What? No! Don't be so weak! Can't you see he's using you?//

'This is too easy!' The Japanese almost chuckled. //Mmmmm, yes, this kind of 'using' I can get used to. You heard what he said just a minute ago...//

//You know he doesn't care! He told you so, straight!//

'Indeed. Too easy to be true...' It struck him at his most vulnerable; his confidence in the redhead's intentions. This was just too sudden, too weird. But glancing through the door, he could watch the redhead in action, and it calmed him somewhat. He was certain that wasn't what the fellow youngster had come for, yet he was doing a surprisingly good job at it. Whatever that man was after, it was certainly important to him. //Yes, I know. He doesn't care. Yet. He's here, though... by the end of tonight, things will be different.//

//That's a victory of optimism over experience if I ever heard one.//

//Perhaps. But now, it's time to enjoy this.//
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