Chapter Two
Thirty-six minutes later…
"Sir, there is a Mister…uh…Vega that says that you wanted to see him…?" an employee attempted to inform his expressionless, raven-haired employer who was sitting at his wide, modern desk and looking half-heartedly through a variety of forms lain out before him.
"Send him in," Jin replied evenly as he subtly pushed up his small, reading glasses and lifted his gaze from his documents before standing up from his seat as he heard measured footsteps start to sound from the doorway at his back.
"Ah, come in, Vega," Jin said warmly as he watched his gorgeous Spaniard walk passed the bowing employee who had shown him in, and step towards his direction, making that long, pony-tail of his sway back and forth with each, powerful stride he made.
Vega looked absolutely charming and more than alluring in his dark-colored attire that only served to bring out the shine of his hair and eyes even more, as Vega looked left and right as he approached the CEO, obviously just taking in the lavish expanse of the Kazama's awesome office.
Jin also noted with a hint of contentment that Vega had folded up the dark-blue sleeves of his shirt, revealing toned forearms and slender wrists as Vega finally got within a few feet of him and locked his gaze right into Jin's patient face.
"Why did you bring me here?" Vega asked sharply but not harshly as he settled his weight on his long legs as blinked his lovely emerald eyes at Jin's widening smirk at him.
"Go to the window and take a look at the city," Jin motioned towards the far wall of his office that was comprised of a collection of thick-paned windows that allowed for the whole, colorful duration of the day to be felt inside this very, circular room.
Vega did as he was told and stepped across the section of glass that made up the center of the flooring, as he approached the huge, panoramic windows and placed both of his hands against the smooth, chilly surface as he lowered his gaze down to the city streets.
"Everything you see, Vega, is sure to be under my control," Jin began as he continued standing a little ways behind the attractive blonde, finding the view of the Spaniard by his windows and touching the glass extremely endearing, "…you see, what happened with Shadowloo was just one of the many conquests I've made during my reign here in this company."
Vega did not speak as he listened to the Kazama's almost terrifying words, letting his gaze drift over the small skyscrapers that could not even compare to the massive building he was in, as he processed Jin's meaning.
"It's truly only a matter of time before I have the whole world on its knees, totally dependent on Mishima Zaibatsu…"Jin continued sternly but with honeyed silk in his voice as he slowly began taking steps towards the striking ex-bodyguard before him, "…but lately, it's occurred to me that the only one I want dependent on me…is you."
Vega's reflection in the glass showed his uncertainty as he lowered his gaze even more and clenched his molars into place, his fingers still unmoving against the window in front of him as he unknowingly provided Jin with an exceptional view of the rugged, firm contours of his athletic body as his pants clung to his ass and well-muscled thighs and his satin, dark-blue shirt emphasized the sublime shape of his broad shoulders and back.
In bold, blinding contrast to his dark-colored clothing, Vega's bright, blonde hair that he had tied back at the nape of his neck so the length could run freely down his entire back, served to be a maddening display of untouchable, god-like beauty that the Kazama only found drawing him even closer as he approached his breathtaking prey, a tiny glint reflecting in his small, rectangular glasses as he did so.
"I do not understand," Vega replied truthfully, barely noticing that Jin was now standing two inches away from his back and slightly taller than him, "…why do you want to help me?"
Vega gasped as he suddenly felt large, deadly hands run up his arms and then squeeze at his shoulders, the gesture almost pulling a groan from the tense warrior, as he visibly relaxed in Jin's unsuspected but not completely unwelcome touches.
"All of this could be yours, too, Vega…everything that I acquire," Jin continued; his voice barely over a whisper as he cocked his head over to a side so he could see Vega's expressions in the reflective glass, already pleased when he saw the Spaniard lean into his touch, "…all you have to do is agree to be mine."
Upon hearing such forward words, Vega's senses and ever-present tension as a highly-skilled fighter came rushing back to him, making him turn around in his spot to face Jin Kazama who had to drop his hands off of his shoulders in the process.
"I do not belong to anyone," Vega's thickly-accented words stated, malice trying to worm its way into his voice but failing as he peered up into Jin's diamond-cut features and beautiful eyes that his glasses only seemed to enhance, "…and besides, I am here to win this tournament, so if you think you can just own me like you do with the rest of your pathetic…"
"You said you only entered into this tournament for the money, did you not? That's exactly what I am offering you and more;" Jin countered astutely, almost like he was trying to secure a business deal the way he was pressing the subject and finding new ways to attack the potential client, "…promise me that you'll give your body only to me, and I shall promise you the world."
Vega was blatantly surprised by such heavy-hitting words coming out of Jin's mouth, horrified that everything the raven-haired man had said to him had made sense, and more than clueless as to what to do now.
Sensing his internal discord, Jin carefully brought his hands up to either side of Vega's face until he slowly slid his calloused fingers across the cotton-soft texture of the Spaniard's skin, cradling the weapon-user's cheeks against his palms as his fingertips touched Vega's golden, silk hair at his neck.
Vega stilled immediately, not knowing how to react or what he should do, as no one had ever really tried to touch him like this, like he was something to pamper and be gentle with, as the Tiger Claw master realistically ever saw hands coming at him with the intention to fight and destroy him in the most brutal of ways.
"I…do not know," Vega said a bit mindlessly, far too caught up in the new, pleasant sensations that were overriding his systems upon being touched so carefully as if he was made out of the very glass that was behind him on the wall.
Jin smirked at the usually haughty and on-edge Spaniard who was now practically trembling underneath his fingers before the CEO dipped his raven head down and captured Vega's perfect, petal-soft with his own in a chaste but mindful kiss.
The Kazama's hands on his face were gentle but firm as they made Vega faintly crane his head up to meet Jin's candy-sweet kiss as he melded their lips together in a simple but meaningful embrace that instantly startled the Spaniard as he could physically ascertain that there was more than just mere desire behind Jin's actions…much more.
There was shameless desperation in his touches, touches against his lips and face that spoke of clear admiration, blind, limitless affection…so much so that Vega was instantly consumed in how much raw emotion there was positively radiating from the man kissing him.
In turn, Vega's warmth was intoxicating; the sinfully soft texture of his luscious lips that felt indescribably good against his own was maddening in its own right; their close proximity that allowed for Jin to relish in Vega's smaller stature and creamy skin served as a cruel taunt to the raven; as Jin lingeringly pulled his lips away from Vega's mouth but just barely.
Vega felt the Kazama gingerly rub their lips together upon ending their first, tender kiss, the act making the Spanish ninja's lips tingle with the desire to continue as a result, as he heard Jin's whispered words to him and felt the warm puffs of air that left him as he did so.
"Stay here one more day to think about it," Jin purred against Vega's lips, making sure that the latter had felt him say what he had, as he kept his hands holding onto his lovely, blonde companion's extraordinary face.
Two set of parted, pink lips met again, this time with a bit more force behind the movement as a mutual feeling of urgency was beginning to form solidly inside both the men to connect their lips and their warmth once again, to be able to feel the other as much and as soon as possible.
Tanned, slender fingers reached up and seized Jin's clothed forearms on either side of him, as Vega obligingly parted his lips for the Kazama and immediately felt the raven-haired fighter slip his warm tongue inside his mouth.
Vega's grip tightened on Jin's arms as he somewhat unknowingly groaned from feeling Jin expertly stroke his velvety-soft tongue against his own, making long, tantalizing sweeps against the highly-receptive muscle before luring it into his mouth so he may lightly suck on it, purposefully hinting at other enjoyable actions that he wanted to do with the gorgeous Spain native.
Lips closed again in order to firmly kiss the other once more, Jin's thumbs rubbing over Vega's perfect, unmarred cheekbones, before both men naturally opened their mouths once again to receive the other as the Kazama noticed how Vega had slightly cocked his head to a side so they both may have a more intimate angle with which to kiss the other.
Drowning in his increasing lust for the long-haired, green-eyed foreigner, Jin pushed Vega back the last remaining inches before the latter's back was pressed flat against the cool windows with a small thud sounding in the otherwise empty room – Jin's strong, warm tongue hungrily exploring every inch of the tattooed man's willing mouth, loving every time he made the man purr in approval.
Vega knew that he needed to break off their hot kisses before they intensified too much, needed to push this handsome, powerful man away and put some distance between them, if anything, for his own safety, but all of those worrisome thoughts were absolutely fleeting to him as his hands dropped from Jin's forearms to his chest where he grabbed two handfuls of the white shirt that lie underneath the CEO's oversized and elongated suit jacket as he softly voiced another groan from feeling Jin teasingly flick his tongue against his own.
Consequently, the solid, hard planes of Jin's chest pressed suggestively into Vega's as the Spaniard had succeeded in drawing him impossibly close, before the wealthy businessman deftly freed his hands from Vega's face in order to take hold of both of his hands that gripped at his expensive white shirt.
Fueled by how much he absolutely loved how Vega had lured his tongue into his own mouth and was closing his supple lips around it as he sucked on the slippery muscle before letting it slip away from his own so he may lightly nip at Jin's lips, the Kazama swiftly pried Vega's hands from his chest and then almost painfully slammed them up against another window pane above his blonde head.
Jin's bottom lip was in between Vega's white teeth, both men panting hard at this point due to their lack of having proper air intake as well as their positively crushing desire for the other, as the sound that had sang through the air of Vega's arms being wrestled to the surface behind him had acted as some sort of cue for both of them to catch their breath and take a moment to recollect their haywire thoughts.
"You talked me into it," Vega said a little breathlessly as he let go of Jin's lip and cocked up a blonde eyebrow at the taller, dark-eyed man good-humoredly, "…I'll stay here another day."
"Good," Jin smiled, forever favoring their light-hearted banter and sharpened words that went along with their knowing smirks; the underlying trust and friendship to share together strengthening every time.
"However, I still want to compete in the tournament," Vega added seriously, his half-bared arms still pinned above his head as Jin kept close to him, refusing to back away from his dreamy-eyed angel just yet while they talked like this.
"I already figured you would," Jin remarked in earnest, knowing full well that Vega's comment had been due to his status and pride as a competition fighter and master in his own art, "…don't worry; you shall still have your match tomorrow."
"Bueno," Vega replied back with a small smile, his eyes having softened substantially as he felt Jin gradually lift his hold from his wrists, prompting him to lower his arms and straighten his attire, actually feeling quite pleased that he and the CEO had come to a sort of preliminary agreement about the situation.
"What?" Jin asked with a quirk of a dark eyebrow above his simple, tasteful glasses, honestly not knowing what Vega had just said in his native tongue as the Japanese male quickly realized that he did not know Spanish at all.
"Bueno…it means 'good,'" Vega explained, his smile only growing on his gorgeous face as he watched as Jin's subtle bafflement smoothly transitioned back into his previous smirk as the latter understood that he had simply echoed his own, simple comment back to him but in his own language.
"Feel free to use any of the headquarters' facilities during your stay," Jin began informing his fiery blonde counterpart as he took a polite step backwards to allow Vega some personal space, before the raven slid his hands inside his pants pockets while he added, "…just be sure you are present at dinner."
"Dinner? Who else is to attend?" Vega asked as he slowly followed Jin across the room, his curiosity getting the better of him as he watched Jin smile at him before starting to navigate back towards his desk in order to complete the work he had been doing before.
"Dinner…just shall be me and you," Jin replied charismatically as he settled into his leather chair, Vega a little ways before him, watching him, as the Spaniard processed this information before speaking.
"I see," Vega said smoothly, his accent leaving something hidden underneath his words as he briefly shook his head to make his long, golden locks of hair fall cleanly down his back, "…I guess I will see you tonight, then."
Jin nodded, enjoying thoroughly their little game of being almost overly polite towards the other even though they had just got done kissing the other as if their very lives were at stake, as he watched Vega stride over to the door at the back of the room where the elevator was to take him back down to the regular floors.
"Oh, and Vega…?" Jin suddenly piped at just as said man reached the set of double doors, prompting the blonde-haired man to angle his torso back towards the seated raven that elegantly used a finger to adjust his small, rectangular glasses on his handsome face.
"I look forward to learning more Spanish from you," Jin said, blinking his lovely, onyx eyes as he could not help but smile as he watched his lethal matador's lips part as a gasp, no doubt, escaped him from hearing something so personal and meaningful be brought up between the two of them – Vega not at all used to having such intimate bonds with anyone where friendly jokes and jabs could be made on account of previous statements and then later shared in a nostalgic, affectionate way.
"Oh…right," Vega somewhat blanked before stepping inside the opened elevator, already forgetting that he had intended to check out the company's exercise rooms so he may do his daily routines and hopefully find someone to spar with, as his compromised, battle-hardened mind was still trying to wrap around exactly why Jin Kazama was doing all of this for him…speaking to him the way he was, touching him, and then purposefully bringing up a subject that hit extremely close to home that it made Vega truly consider that maybe the raven-haired warrior…actually cared about him.
Jin Kazama had first only offered his name; now…he was offering Vega the world, something that the disciplined fighter and oftentimes psychotic blonde could not even begin to comprehend as he watched the many, shining numbers indicate the levels whiz by as he descended down to the main floor inside the building.
Vega quietly sighed as he could not help but regretfully recall his dreadful employment under the stark-raving madman of a leader, M. Bison.
Bison had scouted out the Spain native early on, taking notice in his premium development with ninjutsu and then becoming fascinated with him as Vega incorporated his own style into it which closely resembled the stances and positions of a prized bullfighter.
The fascist Bison had spoke of riches and wealth beyond his wildest imagination should Vega agree to join the Shadowloo conglomerate and aid his quest for utter world domination, things that the typically silent weapon-user did not particularly care about aside from the prospect of serving he who had asked for his help first.
Vega's time under Bison had been a daily, reoccurring struggle where he had to constantly be on his guard, never knowing anything outside of mastering his own techniques since the jobs that Bison sent him to do always involved life or death situations.
Whether he was to assassinate some man or woman whom he had never met before, or put his own life at risk in order to guarantee Bison's safety as they moved from country to country as they sold their ideas and killed any who opposed, Vega knew only violence, only how to survive.
However, in a mind-warping contrast to his treatment from his former employer, Jin Kazama had shown nothing of the sort from the very first time they had met, and Vega could not help but recall all of the expressions, the considerate use of his words, when Jin would regard him.
His striking, black eyes were always warm, always inviting, when looking upon him as he spoke in such a mild and patient way towards only him that felt as though it was a tangible caress against his flesh – the things the Kazama had said to Vega were that of loving promises and amiable compliments as Jin had made it a personal mission to keep a close eye on the blonde Spaniard until he could get him alone and practically shove all of these events into motion.
As much as the realization sort of bothered the green-eyed foreigner, it pleased him greatly as well.
Jin was never cold towards him and that in itself, served as some sort of basic relief to the obedient matador.
Just as the exquisitely decorated elevator dinged its arrival on the ground floor, Vega steadied his shoulders before he strode out of the small compartment and out onto the spacious, white marble-floored room where long black desks and matching pillars furnished the area as the suit-wearing employees bustled about all around the grand foyer.
Vega forced his mind not to remember his and Jin's heated kiss in his office, the vivid memory itself threatening to make the proud blonde march straight back to the equally haughty Kazama for some answers, as he instead navigated to one of the attendees standing still while he shuffled through some papers in his brown briefcase.
"I beg your pardon, but could you show me where the nearest gym is?" Vega asked in his naturally elegant voice, laced with sweet honey as his Spanish accent was thick in his words, immediately making the shorter, Japanese male employee look up from the bundle in his hands to see the speaker.
"Oh…uh…"the man stammered as he peered wide-eyed into Vega's devastatingly handsome face that watched him with patient, lovely jade eyes that seemed to make his long, golden bangs glisten all the more, "…the uh...um, I'm sorry; what did you say?"
The man looked flustered and more than nervous as a faint pink blush stained his pale cheeks as Vega regarded him curiously before repeating his request.
"The gym - could you show me where it is or should I ask someone else?" Vega asked with a bit of a purposeful purr in his words as he noticed the employee blatantly watch his mouth move and form the syllables that he had spoken to him, as if the latter was in some sort of hopeless trance.
"No, no, no; there's no need to ask someone else. I'll uh…show you where it is right now, sir," the employee said after quickly snapping out of his reverie at the mention of Vega asking someone else for help and ultimately leaving his side.
"Gracias," Vega smirked at the stammering, love-struck man who was to aid him, quite enjoying that he had the man practically wrapped around his little finger with the way he was stammering around him and blushing.
After a few, short minutes of going up another couple of floors, the employee a total wreck standing next to the calm and collected Spaniard while they had been inside the elevator, the pair walked around another corner and finally approached the incredibly expansive gymnasium that spanned beyond Vega's normal range of sight.
"Nice," Vega commented aloud at the bright, truly grand sight before him, noticing how some of the company's employees were coming and going out of the facilities as they probably got in some exercise during their workday to relieve stress and whatnot.
Vega took in his surroundings for a moment more before noticing that his aid was slightly shifting his weight on his feet by his side, perhaps nervous because of the silence and that now they would have to part ways.
"Thank you for showing me where this was. You've been a big help," Vega said in earnest as he turned towards his infatuated assistant who looked like he was about to faint as the gorgeous blonde-haired Spaniard extended out a weapon-calloused hand out to him.
The male employee timidly put his hand inside Vega's and shook it before lifting his gaze back up to Vega's inexplicably attractive features.
"Please…what is your name, sir?" the employee uttered, sounding a little distant as he spoke while Vega politely ended their handshake and smiled at him.
Vega leaned down and placed his lips next to the startled man's ear, instantly making the latter freeze and clutch onto his briefcase, as Vega whispered one, single word for only him to hear.
"Vega," the Spaniard cooed to the employee before straightening back up to his full height and stepping passed him so he may finally enter the gym and begin his long-since memorized regimen of stretching out his toned, powerful limbs, exercising, and then practicing his fighting style.
The company employee sighed dreamily as he watched Vega's impressive form stride away from him, his lengthy, blonde mane swaying behind him as he did, and knew that he would not be forgetting that name anytime soon.
X
That evening…
"How do you like the chicken? Is it to your liking?" Jin asked conversationally and surprisingly politely to the other male sitting across from him at the round, glass table located on the balcony, a charming cobalt sky surrounding them and offering a breathtaking backdrop to their meal amidst the warm, peaceful night.
Jin finished cutting another piece of the sesame chicken on his own plate before stabbing it with his silver fork and bringing the morsel to his mouth while he waited for Vega's reply – the blonde having just finished taking another drink of ice water from his glass goblet.
"Everything is very good," Vega replied honestly as he set down his glass with a soft clink against the table and then picked up his white napkin from his lap to dab at his lips, "…you forget; I lived in Japan when I came here to study, so I am quite used to the food."
Jin swallowed his mouthful of the flavored, spicy chicken as he considered Vega's words for a second.
"I suppose you're right," Jin concluded almost amusedly as he cocked up an eyebrow at his lovely dinner companion, adoring how, after Vega had exercised and then showered, Vega had put his long hair into a simple braid again and was now wearing more of his smaller-fitting clothes.
"Bueno," Vega added cheekily, unable to help the heart-melting smile that graced his lips and made his whole, regal-looking face positively radiate with striking beauty against the darkened colors of night at his back.
"Bueno," Jin said back playfully with a smile as he watched Vega take complete delight in how they now had this simple but obviously significant joke to share with one another.
As Vega lowered his gaze back down to his food from Jin's handsome, warm features, the Spain native lifted a hand and quickly tucked back some of his loose bangs behind his ear before continuing with their rather enjoyable dinnertime conversation.
"So, do you know, by chance, who it is that I am fighting tomorrow?" Vega asked, genuinely curious of if he could get any inside information from the shot-calling Kazama who currently held the title of Tournament Master.
"Hmm…"Jin thought out loud as he licked around the inside of his mouth before adding to the best of his knowledge, "I believe it is Nina Williams, but I could be mistaken."
"I see," Vega processed as he leaned back in his chair, "…a woman then, eh? This should be interesting."
"Yes, a woman she is indeed," Jin set up his teasing jab before saying, "…so maybe if you just show her your face, she'll forfeit the match and start setting a wedding date."
Vega made a sour face at Jin from across the table, his mouth full of white rice that he had eaten as Jin spoke his ridiculous idea to him.
"Very funny, but it is not just women who want me to marry them on the spot," Vega could not help but mention seeing as how Jin wanted to try to taunt him a bit, "…just earlier today, one of your male employees was about on his knees to beg me to have my way with him."
"What was his name? Who was this employee?" Jin suddenly demanded harshly, his previously amused gaze and smile totally gone from his strict features as he clenched his jaws together.
Vega almost winced from hearing such forceful words come from Jin's mouth, the power and sternness reminding him all too much of his former employer who would rather see his familiars fall right along with him as he experienced his own defeat, but refused so show such weakness as he quickly grew confused.
"I do not…know what his name was, Jin," Vega said truthfully but not without the puzzlement for the Kazama's abrupt mood change, "…I only asked him to show me where the gym was and then I left."
Jin licked the front of his teeth, processing Vega's words and feeling a little guilty for possibly frightening him as he had.
"I apologize, Vega…I did not mean to snap at you," Jin offered evenly as he picked up his water goblet and took a measured sip of the chilled beverage before simply holding it in his hand.
Vega did not respond, having learned well to rely on his silence in complicated situations, as he inhaled some of the crisp, evening air and let it wash over him as he felt Jin's unease growing from the other end of the outdoor, glass table.
"Vega," Jin prompted with the one word, instantly making the blonde man lift his gaze up to meet his own which held every ounce of seriousness that the martial artist had in him.
"I'm sorry. It's just that when you spoke about being with another man, I…"Jin trailed off, searching for the right words to say as he was also not particularly used to admitted things such as these to another as he finished solemnly, "…I just got angry, so I apologize."
Vega nodded this time, beginning to understand the Kazama's rationale, before the Spaniard replied.
"It's fine," Vega regarded truthfully, feeling exponentially better that there was nothing ill-meant standing between them as he picked up his utensils again and began eating more of his chicken and rice.
Also feeling a huge wave of relief flood inside of him upon hearing Vega's simple agreement as well as seeing him start eating again, the raven-haired CEO quickly thought of something else to direct any further conversation towards, something much lighter in nature and not so jesting.
"So, how did you like our exercise facilities? I trust you found everything you needed…?" Jin provided curiously to Vega who immediately made a 'mmm' sound in his throat as he had wanted to reply right away but his mouth was currently full.
Jin waited with a pleased smile on his face as Vega swallowed his food before replying back to him.
"Absolutely; I think I fell in love with your gym equipment," Vega replied good-humoredly as he watched as Jin's gorgeous smile grew across his face upon hearing such optimistic words escape the Spaniard.
"I'm very pleased to hear that, Vega," Jin commented, finding it extremely beneficial to his earlier suggestion to the weapon-user, inducing that the more Vega found that he liked about the Mishima Zaibatsu, the more likely he would be about staying with him permanently.
"Dinner was excellent, Jin," Vega concluded politely as he made another dab of his napkin to his mouth before placing it on top of the table, signaling that he was finished with his meal and ready to move indoors.
"And how do you say that in Spanish?" the Kazama heir asked smartly, wholly loving how such a personal question made Vega blush slightly and feel flattered.
As Jin figured, Vega's previous employer and the other bodyguards he had kept around at all times probably had not even been aware that Spanish was Vega's native tongue and that even mentioning it made him think of his beautiful homeland.
Vega had been as silent as a church mouse upon initially meeting him, and Jin had just witnessed first-hand that the blonde Spaniard clams up upon sensing any harshness among those around him whom he respected or did not have the intention of killing, so Jin felt more than obligated to bring a smile back on that attractive face again.
"La cena era excelente, señor Kazama," Vega informed him once again, still smiling as he spoke in his native language which secretly made Jin's skin tingle with goosebumps upon hearing such a romantic language being spoken to him in such a smooth, timbered voice.
"Bueno," Jin replied in good faith, instantly making Vega laugh out loud at Jin's persistence with his language.
Jin had instantly melted upon hearing Vega's laughter, the positive, melodic sounds reverberating inside his body and making his previously tingling skin warm up with light flashes of white-hot electricity upon hearing such a joyous response from the stoic fighter.
Finishing his small bout of rich laughter that had surprised even him, Vega continued to smile affectionately at Jin as he gracefully rose to his feet from his chair and then immediately tossing his long braid from his shoulder as it had tried to slide down his arm.
"In this case, you are to say 'gracias,' but I suppose 'bueno' worked as well," Vega commented light-heartedly, genuinely touched that he was having to teach someone his native language in the first place as he watched Jin quickly but effortlessly follow his example and stand up from his chair to accompany him.
With the swiftness only a trained warrior could demonstrate, Jin was at Vega's side and clasped his hands onto each of the blonde-haired man's shoulders in order to have his adamant attention.
"Get some sleep; your fight is early tomorrow…"Jin spoke gently as he peered into unwavering green orbs as he felt Vega's sheer power as a fighter from the set of his broad shoulders underneath his hands, "…I won't keep you waiting long."
Vega was a millisecond away from asking Jin what he meant, but as soon as he felt the Kazama's soft, full lips press firmly into his own, he instantly knew what the CEO had been trying to tell him.
Tanned hands rose up from his sides to gently touch Jin's elbows, Vega simply resting his fingers against the soft fabric of Jin's long jacket, as he closed his eyes and let the raven-haired fighter kiss him whatever way he pleased, knowing that he would find great satisfaction no matter what Jin wanted.
However, the kiss was kept short and simple as Jin pulled his petal-soft lips away from Vega's and merely watched the latter's tranquil expression as he still had his eyes closed and his fingers grazing along the sides of Jin's arms.
"I'll see you in bed, Vega," Jin said before planting a chaste kiss in the middle of the foreigner's forehead, knowing that he needed to tend to some last minute work before retiring himself.
"Okay," Vega said dreamily before slowly opening his eyes in time to see Jin smile at him before letting his large hands slide from his shoulders so he may take his leave of him.
Vega watched Jin enter into his darkened, unlit quarters and then navigate directly through them so the Kazama could go into his office as he had planned, feeling a bit disheartened at the sight of the bold CEO walking away from him like that and more than a little light-headed from receiving so much intense attention from him before he did just that.
With a slight shake of his foggy head, Vega also entered into Jin Kazama's quarters and made a direct beeline towards his bedroom, knowing the layout of the spacious suite quite well now that he had been in and out of it a few times.
Not bothering to turn on any of the lights since they were just going to get turned off anyway, Vega finally approached Jin's perfectly made bed, finding it extremely luxurious and tempting with how fluffy the comforter and blankets looked alongside the many, overstuffed pillows that crowded around the headboard.
Definitely feeling drowsy from the awkward day he had been through, Vega stripped off his jet-black, long-sleeved shirt and then draped it carefully along the back of one of the few, white armchairs that occupied an otherwise vacant area beside the bed.
Shoes were toed off and scooted closer to the canopy bed before Vega unzipped and slipped out of his matching black pants, also draping the expensive garment on the back of the armchair to join his shirt, and the deadly, fiery Spaniard yawned deeply as he made his way over to the mattress.
Keeping his dark-grey boxer shorts on, Vega decided to free his lengthy mane from his braid as he carefully pulled the hair tie out of his golden tresses and then shook his head from side to side to loosen the strands from the formation.
Vega cleared his throat as he dropped the hair tie onto the bedside table and then sluggishly pulled back the many, cloud-like covers adorning the large bed before slipping on top of the mattress at last.
Vega immediately sighed out his tension as he felt the soft texture of the mattress cradle his strong frame, easing his taut lines of muscle and sinew as he practically melted into the surrounding softness and the cool, sleek feel of the pillows behind his head.
However, as much as he liked lying on his back and having the bed adhere to his shape and massage his shoulders, Vega sort of struggled to lie flat on his stomach, knowing that this position was the only one in which he could solidly sleep through the night.
His beautiful face tucked against a few of the satin pillows, his hands up by his head with the blankets slightly scrunched up on top of his back, Vega closed his eyes and regulated his breathing inside the peaceful, dark room that provided him infinite solace and a sense of sheer comfort that he had never known before.
So caught up in how comfortable he was and how impossibly perfect his current situation was, Vega did not even notice the door to the room silently open and close as a very satisfied and admittedly eager Jin Kazama approached him with hushed footsteps.
X
Later that night…
Vega awoke somewhat miserably as he had to clear his dry throat and then immediately recognized that his hair was hanging uncomfortably in his face and around his neck.
The Spain native grumbled in his throat as he scooted his legs underneath his body and then brought his torso up from the bed so that he was sitting on his folded legs on top of the mattress, facing the pillows he had just been cuddled up with.
Vega tipped his head back and drew his hands up to his hair, raking through his long, silken tresses as he pulled them out of his face to hang properly down his back again.
"I could definitely get used to seeing you in my bed like that," a low, 'bedroom' voice suddenly cooed from next to the stretching blonde as he continued to fuss with his hair, unknowingly giving an awake Jin quite a display of his bared, taut abdomen and thighs as he kept his head tilted back and arms lifted high.
"Clever, Kazama…very clever," Vega whispered back once he was finally done pampering himself and readying his hair for another bout of sleep, as he dropped his hands from his head and lowered his gaze.
However, Vega's eyes widened as he saw through the shadowed bleariness of the night-laden bedroom as Jin gracefully slid over from his side to lie partially in front of the sitting Spaniard, the Kazama's eyes blending into the inky murkiness around them but Vega was still able to see them practically glinting at him.
"I'm not trying to be clever, Vega…"Jin purred as he slowly inched closer to the Spaniard, propping his weight up by his elbows as he brought his face closer and closer to the blonde-haired man's exposed stomach.
"I was telling the truth," Jin confirmed with heavy satin in his voice that breathed across Vega's sensitive flesh as the Kazama carefully pressed his lips to the ridged lines of muscle adorning Vega's abdomen.
"J-Jin…"Vega stammered before he could stop himself, the Spanish ninja almost trembling as he saw Jin close his eyes and press another, firm yet sinfully sweet kiss to the solid planes of his stomach, sending sharp, strange jolts to course throughout his body.
Jin loved the way Vega had gasped his name, so he brought up a hand to lightly take hold of Vega's waist as he put more force into the next, painstakingly slow kiss that he pressed to Vega's tightly-muscled stomach, enjoying it when Vega sighed unsteadily as a result.
Vega had lifted his hands up above Jin, debating strongly in his mind what to do with them, but then quickly drove his fingers through Jin's unruly, raven locks of hair as he felt the Kazama's next, chaste kiss descend lower on his stomach, followed by his warm, velvety tongue running back up his flesh.
"Jin…wait a second…"Vega attempted to say even though his hands were still sifting through the Kazama's feather-soft hair that tickled his fingers, the Tiger Claw user's mind beginning to grow quite fuzzy and unsure the more he felt the CEO's warm breath and suggestive ministrations on his body.
As if in response to Vega's half-hearted plea, Jin deftly wrapped his other hand around Vega's waist and expertly anchored the blonde-haired foreigner down to lie flat on his back on the mattress, a bit of a wise grappling move showing through in the Kazama's actions.
Vega watched with shocked, emerald eyes as Jin meticulously crawled in between his thighs that had been made to spread open upon being flipped on his back as he had, as the raven-haired martial artist purposefully licked his lips as he settled his weight on his arms above his lovely prey.
Jin growled low in his throat as he lowered his head back down towards Vega's sublime torso, his black bangs touching Vega's upper abdomen as he stuck out his tongue and dragged it down the Spain native's tanned, tattooed stomach.
"…ooh…Jin, please hold on…don't go any further," Vega voiced with airy, sensual words as he gingerly replaced his fingers back into Jin's hair as the CEO licked a lingering, savoring path down his abdomen until he teasingly swirled his tongue around Vega's flat navel.
"Mmn…"Vega softly bit his lip in response to such unyielding, candy-sweet pleasure as he brushed back Jin's long, asymmetrical bangs from his face and watched as the raven freed both of his hands so he may latch his fingers onto the top hem of the blonde's boxers.
Jin's torturous tongue never ceased in moving hotly down Vega's smooth, lower abdomen as he used his fingers to simultaneously inch down Vega's constricting boxer shorts, his diamond-cut features ever serene and determined the whole time Vega remained breathless and pleading.
"Jin…Jin, wait…ah…!" Vega said urgently before voicing a small gasp as Jin succeeded in easily bringing down his boxers just enough so his half-erect cock could be freed from the folds of the thin fabric.
Jin barely raised his head so he may look upon his tamed prey as he kept his mouth close to Vega's growing arousal and then playfully swirled his talented tongue around the tip of the blonde-haired fighter's cock, the Kazama positively drinking in those marvelous features and noises as Vega's lips parted wide as he sounded another shaky intake of air.
Vega's athletically-built body practically glowed against Jin's prominent white sheets and blankets, as his tanned and softly writhing curves provided awe-inspiring visuals inside the darkened room for Jin's keen eyes to behold as he lapped up the clear precome that had collected at the top of Vega's gorgeous cock that he had now made fully erect.
Knowing that this intoxicating image, almost forbidden in how absolutely sexy it was to the Kazama, was forever burned inside his mind, Jin closed his lips around the head of Vega's wide cock and quickly used his tongue to moisten the smooth length as he slowly lowered his head down atop Vega's lap.
"Mi Dios, Jin…ah…!" Vega groaned sensually as he arched his beautiful body in response, feeling his compromised mind positively slip away totally from his grasp as Jin let his hands roam lustfully all over the well-defined curves of his sides and stomach as he took as much as of Vega's impressive member comfortably down his throat before letting his tongue massage all over the sensitive underside.
Vega trembled deliciously as he tossed his golden head back on account of Jin's torturous but scrupulously good ministrations as he freed one of his hands from the CEO's short, midnight locks so he may clutch at the satin sheets next to his body.
Suddenly, Jin's hands were gripping hard at Vega's bare hipbones as the Kazama heir began bobbing his raven head up and down the Spaniard's length, humming lightly in his throat as he, in turn, registered how Vega had immediately arched his body again and groaned to his shadowed ceiling.
"…don't stop, Jin….ah…please don't stop…" Vega breathed heavily as he used his hand still fisted tightly in Jin's inky mane to guide his movements in bringing himself off, having the corporate guru's mouth run up and down his member at just the right pace that it perfectly coaxed his pending climax as he panted his increasing pleasure.
Blunt nails scratched wantonly down Vega's supple thighs as Jin let the fiery Spaniard fuck his mouth as he pleased, finding it extremely erotic how Vega unconsciously parted his legs even further as his overall pleasure accumulated in low in his groin, tempting him immensely to spill his seed and experience relief inside that hot, soft mouth that continued to suck him from base to tip as they moved together.
"Ohh…Jin…mmn…getting close," Vega attempted to warn the determined martial artist as he obligingly freed his hand from Jin's hair in case the Kazama wanted to move away from him, both of the Spain native's hands coming up by his head so he may grip and tug at the thick comforter down by the foot of the bed.
However, to Vega's arousing surprise, Jin responded to his warning by freeing both of his hands from Vega's hips so he may grab onto the base of the blonde man's cock while his other was planted firmly against the mattress to give himself more leverage over the sprawled-out matador as he increased his suction over Vega's swollen, begging length and squeezed his lips hard around the very tip each time.
Vega moaned sensually, his god-like body writhing in a lovely display underneath the Kazama's relentless ministrations that were practically asking the blonde to come quickly, as he felt Jin use his hand on his member to move along with his mouth as he hurriedly shoved Vega's erection down his throat in a blindingly fast repetition while his fingers stroked him in earnest.
"…J-Jin...so good…ahh…Jin…!" Vega's smooth baritone voice sounded in a watery, crescendo-ed pitch as his fingers squeezed at the soft sheets on either side of him while his tightly-strung body finally gave into all the maddeningly sweet enticements that were Jin's mouth and tongue as he tipped back his head and let his pulsating cock shoot stream after stream of his warm, milky substance down Jin's waiting throat.
Jin Kazama had freed his gripping hand to also steady himself on the bed while he let Vega jerkily finish his orgasm inside his mouth, the Spaniard's creamy essence hot on his tongue as he swallowed over and over and then licked at Vega's softening tip for the rest, the raven undeniably in love with how Vega had called out his name and tore at the bed sheets while he had climaxed at last.
Jin let Vega's sated member slip from in between his lips, the Kazama trying to catch his own breath as he tucked the Spaniard back inside his boxer shorts as the latter looked absolutely breathtaking in the relaxed and boneless state he was now in, no more barriers or insecurities present whatsoever in the blonde fighter as he lie on his back with clouded, half-lidded eyes.
"You…are lucky that I am very patient man…" Jin commented meaningfully but not without his often dark humor as he lovingly slipped his hands underneath Vega's slender back and carefully hoisted him up so he may sit properly before him.
Vega's completely fatigued form, unresisting to any of Jin's touches and manipulations, simply let the smirking but kind-eyed Kazama situate him back amongst the pillows as if he were some precious, priceless doll that needed to be handled with care as he was nestled snuggly back in the area where he had been sleeping before.
"…because I refuse to do anything with you until you are ready…my beautiful Vega," Jin finished with heavy words as he succeeded in laying down his drowsy, exhausted warrior on his bed who blinked slowly up at him as he felt the plush pillows at his head and shoulders, cradling him once again in their spectacular, cloud-like texture – Jin staying close to him and also lying on his side to look over Vega's euphoric, tired form.
Jin watched as Vega licked his lips and then reached a hand up that easily wrapped around the back of the Kazama's neck, tugging the smooth-talking raven down a bit as Vega captured Jin's lips in a light but significant kiss.
Vega tasted himself on Jin's petal-soft mouth as the CEO kissed him back with just as much tenderness as he showed him as Jin also brought up a hand to push back Vega's exceedingly long, blonde bangs, keeping his fingers on the side of the Spaniard's face as Vega sighed peacefully against his flesh.
"Jin…why did you…why are you saying all of these…"Vega began a little listlessly as his grip on the nape of Jin's neck weakened progressively as the Spain native was visibly quite tired and in need of sleep before his match in only a matter of hours, but his whispered words were gently hushed by the Kazama who placed a finger over Vega's perfectly-shaped mouth.
Jin smiled softly as he watched Vega's already languid stature melt all the more as he felt Jin's finger on his lips, silencing his troublesome words and thoughts, as Vega closed his eyes and slightly turned his head to a side as glorious, effortless sleep was already casting her wonderful spell over the blonde-haired man.
"Shh…no questions;" Jin whispered to his relaxed companion as he removed his finger from his barely parted lips but only to softly rub his thumb over the fine contours of Vega's cheek that was upturned towards him, "good luck tomorrow…I'll be rooting for you."
Jin could tell that his precious green-eyed comrade was already fast asleep underneath his touches, his overriding pleasure and general tiredness being too much for the Spain native to endure sanely while still being awake, and the Kazama carefully retracted his hands away from Vega as he scooted over back to his side of the large, spacious bed, opting to give Vega some room should he decide to turn over in his sleep.
Jin kept his head turned towards Vega as he settled down amidst the pillows and blankets himself, finding that the image of the lovely Spaniard sleeping contently next to him in his own bed completely charming and more than heart-warming to the rather elusive CEO of the Mishima Zaibatsu.
With a definite sense of accomplishment swelling through him, Jin being wholly convinced that his initial idea had been practically guaranteed to him now that he had obtained Vega's trust on a variety of levels, the martial artist closed his somber eyes and took a deep, stress-relieving breath as he finally allowed himself to get some sleep as well.
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The next morning…
Vega slowly blinked open his lovely jade eyes, noticing that he was lying pleasantly on his stomach and surrounded by multiple blankets that were sort of twisted around him, and then immediately panicked.
He had woken up on his own and judging by the strength of the sunlight that was filtering in through the surrounding blinds, he was probably already late for his match.
"Ugh!" Vega grumbled miserably, also noting that he was alone in the bed as he hurriedly flung himself from the mattress and away from the sleep-inviting covers as he quickly marched to the giant, wooden armoire where he knew that his fighting attire would be hanging and ready.
As the miffed Spaniard threw open the double doors to the large piece of furniture and deftly retrieved his dual-colored pants and leggings, Vega could not help but mind that Jin Kazama was not here with him nor did he have anyone wake him up on time.
Did Jin not want him to fight in this match?
Would he purposefully try to sabotage Vega so that he could not fight in the tournament anymore?
Vega huffed at such strange questions when he had only been awake for a little while before tossing the garments on top of the bed so he could swiftly change into them and head out towards his assigned destination for the competition at once.
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Author's Note: Okay, so I really don't know THAT much Spanish, so I hope everything that I wrote in this chapter was more or less correct. XD Also, stay tuned for one of the many, crazy twists that is to take place right in the beginning of the next chapter. Cheers!
