A/N: Thank you, Salysha, for the proofreading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken.

Chapter 10

Hidden Thoughts

~X~

Hwoarang could hear his heart hammering through his ears. Why? Why is he here? he asked himself repeatedly. He didn't even notice the others around him. The only one he saw was Sam.

"Who are you?" Lee asked, standing and getting ready to fight. "Hwoarang, is he the guy? Hwoarang?"

"It's rude to ask someone who they are before introducing yourself," Sam said with a friendly smile. "However, since I intruded, I'll let you know I am not a threat to you. I came by my own free will and not by any order."

"So, you are saying you are one of the guys that are giving Hwoarang trouble?" asked Steve.

"If you mean am I one of the men that beat him, then no. However, I am the one who used to babysit him, and I am the one who kidnapped him," he said, leaning his chin in the palm of his hand.

Jin narrowed his eyes. "You kidnapped Hwoarang. Why?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't really know. I don't ask; I just do my job."

"'Do your job?'" asked Jin.

"He means he's like a hitman, right?" Lee said, folding his arms over his chest.

Sam looked at Lee and shook his head. "Sort of, but that's not what I was hired to do. Also, if paid enough, I can be persuaded to stay away from the job," he said with a grin.

Lee frowned and took out his check book. "All right, how much? Name your price."

"I don't require money; I have enough of that," Sam said, waving a hand back and forth. "I want lemon pies. Enough to last me a month, and they have to be the best. I won't accept anything but the best," he smiled and slipped out the window. "You got a week," he said with a wave and left.

Lee, Steve, and Jin watched the strange man leave, all confused and a bit angry. Lee then turned to Hwoarang.

"Is he serious?"

The redhead nodded. "Every time I've seen him, he's had pie. He offered to help before; I just didn't take him seriously." I still don't.

"Could be a trap," Steve said, closing and locking the window.

"Should we leave here?" asked Jin, looking over at Lee.

"No, I want to see what he offers," Hwoarang said, speaking before Lee had the chance to. "It might be okay to trust him."

"You sure?" asked Lee.

Hwoarang nodded and looked at the three of them. "Yeah, I am sure," he said and sighed. "There is just... I don't know. I feel like I can trust him." Maybe I am just going crazy...

"All right," said Lee and ran a hand through his hair. "I hope you three are in the mood for pie, then. I have a feeling we will be eating it until we find the best," he said, shaking his head.

"But the trans fat," Steve mumbled.

"Are you a girl?" Hwoarang said, raising a brow. "Just exercise and eat less at dinner, moron. A slice of pie a day for a week won't kill you."

"I don't like it either, but we don't have a choice," Lee said. "It's either eat some pie or allow Hwoarang to get captured."

"Ah, I suppose so," Steve said and sat down. "I can't believe he found us so fast."

"That doesn't matter; we can figure that out soon enough. We should get in contact with Xiaoyu and see if he showed up at her place before coming here," Jin said, taking out his phone.

"Yeah, you do that," Hwoarang said and entered the kitchen. "I want some tea." Or alcohol.

~X~

Hwoarang watched as Lee poured him a glass of scotch on ice and gladly accepted it. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Lee said and poured a glass for himself. "I think you deserve a good drink," he added.

Hwoarang nodded and took a mouthful of the dark brown liquid, cringing as it went down his throat. "That's good stuff," he said and took a swallow.

Lee nodded. "It is. Scotch it is said to warm the soul."

Hwoarang raised his glass to those words and took a gulp. He loved the strong taste, and it was something he needed. Just as he placed his glass back down, Jin entered the room and sat next to him. "Want some?" I think you can do a better job at calming me down than the whiskey, Jin.

Jin shook his head. "I just got off the phone with Xiaoyu," he said in a soft tone.

"And what's the news?" Lee asked.

"She has met Sam, but he didn't say much to her," Jin started and rubbed at the back of his head. "He came to her home one day and said that Hwoarang had sent him there."

"And she believed him?" Hwoarang asked, looking at his cup rather than Jin.

"Not at first, but then, when they started talking, I guess he was convincing enough. She didn't tell him where we were, though; he figured that out by himself. The way she explained it was, he asked a lot of questions and seemed worried. Then he said something about the United States and she confirmed the rest on her own, not realizing she gave away the location," he explained, looking at Lee.

"I see. Then he does know what he is doing. We need to be careful with this guy, Sam. It's hard to say if we should trust him or not," Lee said, tilting his glass back and forth gently, not enough to spill his liquor, but enough to rattle the ice a little. "What do you think, Hwoarang?"

"I think we need to find us some good lemon pies." Or maybe just let them have me...

~X~

Hwoarang stared at the clock on the wall with a frown. He felt time was going too slow. Though he had slept all day, he was still looking forward to bedtime. Not because he was tired, but because he was looking forward for that little alone time with Jin. He felt like it was long enough to go without sex. He just hoped Jin had the same thing in mind.

"So," Steve started, taking a seat next to Hwoarang. "What should we do about this weird payment?"

"Find a good pie and order a lot of them," Hwoarang said, moving a bit away from the blond to give him more room.

"I think one of us should go out tomorrow and order a some from a few places, do a little taste-testing," Jin said, putting down his book and looking at the other three.

"I vote that it's Lee," Hwoarang said, grinning at the older man.

"What is with you and making my life harder than it should be?" Lee asked, glaring at the redhead.

Hwoarang shrugged. "I am not, really you do it yourself. Besides, you rented the car, and I can't go out now, can I?"

"He has a point," said Steve. "Hwoarang can't be running around with the chance of getting caught."

"Fine, I'll go and grab some pies in the morning. Hwoarang, when this is over, you owe me big time," Lee said.

Hwoarang blinked and then smirked. "I'll blow you big time? Lee said what?"

Lee's face turned bright red and he glared daggers at the Korean. "I didn't say anything like that! You- gah!" he shouted with frustration and left the room, muttering about perverted redheads.

Hwoarang laughed, watching him leave and shook his head. He then glanced at the clock and smiled. "Time for bed. Jin, don't be too long. I don't want to be disturbed. You know how noisy you are," he chuckled and got up, leaving the room after Lee.

Jin watched him leave with a frown and rubbed at the back of his head. He was ignoring the dark thoughts from the devil, keeping himself calm. "I suppose it is getting late," he said, putting down his book and standing up. "Good night."

"Night, Jin," Steve said with a smile and turned on the television. It looked like he was going to have the night to himself.

~X~

Hwoarang waited in the room for Jin. He was lying on the bed with only his boxers on and the blankets pushed to the side. He listened carefully to try and hear footsteps coming down the hall and sighed when he couldn't hear anything at all.

Frowning, Hwoarang got up and went to the door, opening it and peering outside. No one was coming, but he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. "Shit," he said and closed the door, going back to bed.

He plopped down face first and grabbed his pillow, holding onto it. "I want sex," he mumbled and rolled over to his back, looking at the ceiling. He hummed and scratched his chest as he waited for Jin, but thinking of the other man turned him on. His body felt hot.

"Awe, hell," he said, sliding his hand down his boxers. He gently ran his fingers over his member and pulled it out. The cool air felt good against his bare skin. Slowly, he wiggled his way out of his boxers and kicked them to the floor.

His fingers found their way back to his member and he stroked it gently. At that moment, Jin stepped into the room.

"Sorry," Jin said once he noticed what the redhead was doing. His eyes fixed on Hwoarang's hand, watching its every move. He swallowed, not sure what to do or say.

Hwoarang looked at Jin and smirked. His hand didn't stop while he patted the bed with his free hand. "Come here and join me," he said with a smile.

Jin returned the smile and did just that.

~X~

The next morning, Lee found himself in the back of the line at a very busy bakery. He was annoyed with the whole morning and it was all thanks to his "favorite"redhead.

The morning started with Hwoarang accidentally spilling his hot oatmeal over his lap at breakfast and forcing him to go and change. Then the redhead had hidden his keys so he had spent a good ten minutes trying to find them until Jin had finally told him where they were.

Now, just standing around in line was driving him up the wall. "Go in the morning," he said. "No one buys pies in the morning," he thought to himself, gritting his teeth. He said the morning on purpose, I bet. People may not buy pies, but they sure are buying a lot of other foods.

Finally, after a few more minutes had passed, Lee was next in line and made his way to the counter.

"Good morning, sir. What can I get for you?" the waitress asked with a bright smile.

"Good morning. Do you have lemon pies?" Lee asked, returning the smile even if he didn't mean it.

"Yes, sir, what kind would you like?"

Lee's smile vanished and he rubbed his face with frustration. "Ah, what kind do you have?"

"Well, we have lemonade pie, sour cream lemon pie, lemon meringue pie, raspberry-lemon pie, lemon cheesecake pie, and cherry-lemon pie," she asked. Her smile never left.

"No plain lemon?"

"Sorry, sir, we ran out of plain this morning."

Lee cursed under his breath. "Will you be getting any more?"

"Not until this afternoon. Would you like to order one?"

Lee nodded and took out his wallet. "Yes, I'll order one of those and a slice of the other lemon flavors you have, please."

"Of course. Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you," he said and once she was done gathering up his order, he paid and gave her his name and number. Once finished, he went straight home. Even though the day was still early, Lee already felt tired and couldn't wait to sit and eat some lunch.

~X~

"I'm home," Lee said, entering the house and making his way to the kitchen. "I went to three different places around town and got two lemon meringue pies, one sorted box, and later, I have to pick up another."

Hwoarang grinned as he followed Lee into the kitchen. "Oh, looks good. Are we going to have that for lunch?"

"No, I thought we would wait until after dinner," Lee said, putting the pies into the fridge.

"Oh, I see, okay. So, what do you want for lunch?"

Lee shrugged. "It doesn't matter; I'm tired," he said and looked over at the smiling redhead. "Where are the other two?"

"To get lunch. I already ordered for you, by the way."

"Then why did you ask me what I wanted?"

"Because I was going to tell you tough shit, you're getting Subway," he said with a grin. "Jin said he knows what you like, so not to worry."

Lee sat down and listened. "So they left me with you?"

Hwoarang frowned and nodded. "Yep." Maybe I should give Lee a break for a while. He is helping me out.

"As long as you don't play any jokes on me, that's fine. I am also guessing you are feeling better today?"

Hwoarang shrugged and leaned against the wall, facing Lee. "Yeah, I am. Jin helped a bit last night, too." He grinned at the memory.

"Good. Well, if there isn't anything else I am needed for, I think I am going for a nap."

"I'll wake you up every five minutes if you do," Hwoarang joked and received a glare from the other man. "I am kidding. Thanks, Lee." Thanks for being here.

Lee waved a hand. "Not a problem," he said and left Hwoarang alone.

I shouldn't be getting you all in danger like this. I'm sorry, Hwoarang thought to himself and sat down at the table, resting his head in his arms. Guilt rushed through him, and he ignored it the best he could.

To Be Continued...