I really shouldn't be writing this, because I have two other incomplete stories. ot-oh. but I had an idea for a funny/angst yaoi fic and I really wanna write it! so I will. Please review. Many, many yaoi pairings.
JinxHwoarang
PaulxMarshal
LeixBryan
KazuayaxLee
StevexForest
(Baek, King, and Yoshimitsu are the only strait-boys in this fic. for now.)

Oh! I'd like to thank the writer Mine and Mine Alone for the idea of Paul being Steve's dad. She gracisouly allowed me to use that idea. Thank you! (and please excuse the grotesque use of slang, swearing, and sexual refrences. you've been warned.)

Jin leaned heavily back against the wall of the small apartment, most of the Tournament men, Heihachi locked them all in a very small apartment. There was a tiny kitchen, and a tiny bathroom, with one not-so-big bedroom that had a large King-sized bed and several little twin beds. The men were to split this room evenly, but that is harder said than done when they all want the King-sized bed but no one wanted to share the bed with anyone. But right now they were all crowded in the similarly large sitting room, all of them looking eaqually uncomfortable. Strange little alliances had grown from the ashes of hate and arrogance, like: Steve sat with Paul, Forest and Marshal talking about European liquor and comparing it with the Chinese equivalant. Jin was seated comfortably against the wall talking with Lei, King and Yoshimitsu and Baek all of them just casually talking about almost anything. Howarang then made himself comfortable in the group next to Steve (which made Jin flush with anger) then Bryan came and joined Jin's group right next to Lei.

Suddenly, for Jin had been watching Hwoarang in the other group, the Korean leaped up and ran into the kitchen. most everyone noticed this and looked over the counter that seperated the sitting room from the kitchen and watched the boy, he was leaning half-way in the fridge, digging for something. Then everyone heard his joyous "Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" and watched him emerge with four green, glass bottles. He then returned to the sitting room where Paul got up and rushed over to him. The Korean shoved one bottle into Paul's hand. Jin watched as the two shared a hurried, whispered conversation then Paul bit the cork out of the bottle he held it up into the air and Howarng did the same with his. They spit the corks out into different directions and clanged their bottles together. Howarng tipped his into his mouth and Paul then did the same, everyone watched as they drank down the liquor from the bottles. Howarng was finished first then stopped Paul.

"Hey, man we gotta give these guys some. They gonna wanna be tipsy too for the game." he said in a mattter-of-factly way

Paul looked almost sad "We cn'make this one the bottle ta' spin. I wanna finish it."

"Paul will you just share the liquor. I mean honestly!" Hwoarang said

Paul, still looking sad, passed the bottle to Steve. The British boxer looked at it, he reached out and touched the top and slowly pulled it from Paul's fingers. Then, he put his nose above the lid to the bottle and inhaled the scent deeply. His face turned green, he shoved the bottle away from him and into the next man's hands. That would be Forest. Paul glanced down jsut in time to see the Chinese youth about to take a swig when he reached down and snatched it away from Forest. The younger boy looked highly offended and glared at Paul, but he was fully aware he could not take on the elderly biker so he looked at his own father for aid. Unfortunetley Marshal had found himself in a deep conversation with Baek about being a father. So, Forest took it upon himself to address Paul.

"What's up with that!?" he asked the older man "Why can't I have any?"

"Don' git all upset, now" Paul said to Forest, "Steve didn' have none."

"Oh no, thats really okay" the boxer said looking up at Paul "I make it a point not to drink in such... company"

Paul rolled his eyes, "Whats wrong wit' dis comp'ny? Look, you my son, right?"

Steve rolled his eyes, a very Paul-ish thing to do in this situation "Yes, I most certainly am."

"Then, as my kid, you gotta have a taste fer d'liqour!" Paul said and shoved the bottle back into Steve's unwilling hands

"I can assure you I do not! My foster parents strictly forbade me from having anything to do with alchol and so I've got no taste for it. So, you see, Paul, I am just not inclined to accept your...uh... most gracious offer."

Paul sighed and then rolled his eyes "Nature vs. Nurture, we'll see who wins 'dis!"

"Oh no! What are you doing!?" Steve gasped as Paul forcefull tilted the blonde head back and spilt a very large sum of the burning liquid down the boy's throat. Most of the men in the room ignored this, but Jin, Forest and Marshal were stunned to see something like this. After Paul decided that Steve had hogged the bottle enough he plopped down next to his son, took a quick gulp then passed it to Forest who took a large, but not as large as Steve's, gulp. Then after passing it on to his father he looked at Steve and Paul. The British boy had tears slowly rolling out of his eyes, he was holding his throat and gasping a bit, but, despite his distraught countenance the young man had a small, almost unoticeable smirk on his face.

"So? Was I right or was I right? Ya' liked it didn'ya?" Paul asked elbowing the boy in the arm

Steve took his hands form his throat to rub his arm, then he nodded slightly "It went down... rather hard..." he said

Paul started laughing loudly, Steve did not understand. So, upon seeing his son's confused facial expression, Paul explained: "Well basically, kid, thats the exact same way I reacted when I drank Vodka."

"That was Vodka?" Steve asked, slightly shocked "I always heard it tasted... bad"

Paul grinned, "wha'dya know? Nature wins over all."

Marshal laughed to himself "Paul you were a little more... wet after you drank your first Vodka." he teased his oldest friend

Paul blushed, "Anyway! Hwoarang why'd ya git these bottles out? Has everyone had a bit?"

Howarng turned away from Jin, he was holding an empty bottle. Then, he nodded at Paul. The surly biker stood up and got everyone's attention by stamping his foot. After a brief pause he announced they were going to amuse themselves by playing: "Drunk-off-your-ass-Truth-or-Dare." The rules were simple. Everyone sat in a circle (after Paul said this they all did so), someone would spin the bottle and whomever it landed on would choose truth or dare. The truths could be anything as could the dares. You had to take a swig of the Vodka before you spun the bottle so you would be extra random when you got to ask the questions. But then, Howarang said, it got jsut a tad tricky, but Hwoarang decided to show them how you could word dares as truths, and truths as dares.

"Okay, Paul!" Hwoarang shouted after taking a logn swig from the Vodka bottle, he was not yet drunk

"The bottle landed on Jin" Paul said pointing at the demon

Hwoarang blushed deeply "But we're dem-on-strait-ing!" Howarang said sounding out each and every syllable so Paul would understand, to this the biker nodded and turned the bottle to face himself "Okay, now, Paul, truth or dare?"

Paul thought for a second... a very long second, then said: "Truth"

"Pussy." Howarang mumbled "Okay, Paul, when was the first time you had sex? And who with?"

Paul's face, already a little flushed from Marshal's earlier comment, turned a bright red. He, needless to say, was not expecting a question so personal so early in the game. Obviously it caught him by surprise, and the answer, which he ahd to tell the truth about, was a little embarassing. He did not want to tell nor did he want to be asked this. But, he sighed and realized it was his own fault, he said truth. So he looked Hwoarang in the eyes and replied...

Oh yes, I know I'm wicked evil. Sorry. Please review, I plan to make this fuc humorous and also very angsty and insightful. Please tell me if you noticed any spelling errors. I had no time to re-read it.