A/N: Well, here is Chapter 14. That took much longer to write than I had thought. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take as long.
A/N 2: From here on out, everything is going to start to get serious. The tournament will be starting, and the drama will be rolling. I would also like to add that there aren't that many chapters left. I would say, about six.
Special thanks to Salysha for all the proofreading! Thanks very much! And thank you, everyone, for all the reviews!
Warning: This story is rated M for yaoi. This chapter contains mild shounen-ai. If you do not like it, then skip it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken.
Chapter 14
Hwoarang in School
~*~
"Bloody hell, where is he?"
"I don't know. He might have changed his mind. He was pretty sick yesterday."
Steve and Jin were in the living room, waiting for Hwoarang to come downstairs. They hadn't heard anything from the Blood Talon since the night before. Steve had offered to take the two to school in his rental car; it was an excuse for the British boxer to see Hwoarang in his disguise.
Lee, on the other hand, didn't want anything to do with it, knowing it was going to be something humiliating.
Jin checked his watch for the fifth time that morning. If Hwoarang didn't come soon, he was going to be late.
"If he doesn't come down in two minutes, I have to go without him. I can't be late."
Steve sighed. "Might as well. He could be too sick to go."
Jin nodded and grabbed his school bag from the coffee table. He was just about to check it to make sure everything was in there, when they both heard a loud scream, followed by Lee running down the stairs.
"What happened?" Jin and Steve said together.
"I just saw Hwoarang," Lee said, grabbing onto Jin's shoulder for support. "I told you it was going to be humiliating."
Jin and Steve both shared a worried glance and then turned to Lee.
"Well, what is it?" asked Steve.
"Jinny-kins, I'm ready!" Hwoarang shouted from the top of the stairs.
"That!" Lee pointed.
Both Steve and Jin looked at the top of the stairs with wide eyes.
"Oh. My. God," Steve said, gaping as he stared at the redhead. Jin seemed to be speechless.
Wearing black mini-heels, knee-high socks, a plaid skirt, and a white shirt with a sailor color, Hwoarang was in drag. With a shoulder-length wavy wig hair and light makeup, Hwoarang looked like a pretty but strong college schoolgirl.
"H-Hwoarang?" said Jin, taking a step back, not sure what to do.
Hwoarang grinned, tightening his glove on his right hand. "Knew you'd like it, Kazama, you damn perv," he said with a grin, taking two steps down and stopping before leaning against the banister, lifting his hips an inch and sliding down.
All three guys blushed when they caught a glimpse of what was under Hwoarang's skirt: very short pair of green boxers.
Hwoarang landed on the ground, his skirt spinning, and smiled. "So, we ready to go?"
Jin's blush deepened and he shook his head. "Uh, um y-you are going like that?"
"Of course I am, Kazama! The place I went to had no more men's uniforms, so I picked out this. I am not wasting 20,000 yen."
Jin nodded and frowned. "Okay, um, Steve?"
Steve couldn't stop staring at Hwoarang and didn't hear Jin when he spoke to him. There was a slap to his head, and Steve turned to see Lee. "Uh… Oh! Right, let's go."
Lee shook his head in disbelief as the three left, with Hwoarang leading the way. He couldn't believe Hwoarang really was going to go through with this.
~*~
"Remember, my name is Hea," Hwoarang whispered into Jin's ear as they entered the school building.
"All right," Jin said his eyes scanning the area. "There they are. Now, remember, don't do anything until after class, okay?"
Hwoarang grinned. "Of course, Jinny-kins. Don't want you getting into trouble," he snickered.
Jin frowned but took Hwoarang's word for it. He then glanced over at the twins and grabbed Hwoarang's hand. "They are coming over," he whispered into the other man's ear.
Hwoarang frowned. "Let them."
"Hello, Jin," the twins said in unison. They shared the same grin and both stared at Hwoarang.
"Who's your friend?" asked Nick.
Jin frowned and glanced at Hwoarang and then back to the twins. "This is Hea. She is an exchange student from Korea."
Corey grinned and stood next to "Hea" and brought an arm around her neck. "Oh, really? Well, it is very nice to meet you, Hea. Do you have a brother? You look awfully familiar."
Hwoarang mustered up his best girly giggle and shook his head. "No, you are mistaken! I am an only child."
Nick chuckled and shared a glance with his brother. "That's too bad. So, where are you staying?"
Hwoarang frowned, grabbing Corey's arm, moving it from his shoulder. "With Jinny-kins' friend, Xiao-chan. She is soo cute and offered me a place to stay! I mean, I couldn't stay with Jinny-kins because he has all those boys staying with him. It wouldn't be right."
Jin watched Hwoarang with wide eyes. The other man had really thought this whole thing through, and he couldn't believe how convincing it sounded.
At that moment, the bell rang, and Jin gently grabbed Hwoarang's arm, leading him toward the classroom.
Hwoarang glared after the twins and shook his head. "Bastards…."
~*~
Jin and Hwoarang were in the back of the class, sitting right next to each other, away from the other students. Hwoarang had his head resting on the table, and Jin was taking notes. The class was almost over, but Hwoarang couldn't stand the wait anymore.
Hwoarang nudged Jin's shoulder. "Jiiin," he hissed.
Jin glanced at his boyfriend and frowned. "What is it?"
Hwoarang groaned. "I really, really have to piss," he said, holding onto his crotch though his skirt.
Jin's eyes widened when he noticed what Hwoarang was doing and blushed, looking away. "Well, go do it."
Hwoarang looked around. "Here? Well, there is a plant over there…."
"No!" Jin said a bit louder than necessary. Everyone in the class turned and looked at them, and Jin's blush deepened. He then whispered to Hwoarang, "There is a washroom down the hall to the right; go there."
Hwoarang didn't hesitate to get to his feet. "Okay, I won't be long!" he said and ran out of the class before the teacher could say anything.
~*~
Hwoarang made his way down the hall and stared at the doors. One read "girls" and the other "boys." He frowned. "Huh, I haven't thought about which one I should use." After a moment, he shrugged and went into the girls' washroom.
He glanced around the room and frowned once again. "No urinals…. Well, duh," he chuckled to himself and jumped when he heard the voices of two girls walking in. He smiled at them, and they smiled back. Hwoarang ran into one of the stalls.
Quickly, Hwoarang lifted his skirt and pulled his member free from his boxers. He hissed from the pleasure and let out a loud moan. "Ahhh, much better…."
Both girls, who had been chatting away, stared at each other with wide eyes and then looked to the stall where Hwoarang was. Both looked a little creeped out by the sound.
Hwoarang pushed the stall door open with a loud bang as he dropped his skirt down and blinked at the girls and smiled. "Hey there," he said in a squeaky voice and made his way over to the sink, washing his hands. He smiled once more at the girls and then turned to leave. He stopped for a moment to pull at the back of his skirt. "Damn thing," he cursed and walked away.
Both girls watched him leave and turned to each other, giggling.
Hwoarang whistled and rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced down the hall where the classroom was and frowned. "I'll be damned if I'm going back in there," he said and huffed in annoyance.
"Hey, Hea," someone called from Hwoarang's right.
Hwoarang frowned, tilting his head to the side and glancing to see who it was. He grinned when he recognized the twins approaching. "Oh, hey, boys."
The twins grinned at each other and then at Hwoarang. "How come you are not in class?" Corey asked.
Hwoarang shrugged. "Had to piss."
The twins grinned at the answer and chuckled. "That's no way a lady should talk," said Nick.
Hwoarang glared. "Fuck you."
"Well, now, that really isn't ladylike, is it, Nick?" Corey said, looking over at his brother.
Nick shook his head. "No, not at all. If you ask me, it sounded more like Hwoarang."
Hwoarang glared, his fingers curling into tight fist. "Damn straight, and I'm going to kick your ass," he said, sending a kick at Nick's face.
Nick's eyes widened; he wasn't expecting Hwoarang to attack, and was kicked right in the jaw. He fell backwards, landing on the floor with a loud thud. Hwoarang smirked.
"You jerk!" Corey yelled as he watched his brother go down. Without hesitation, he charged forward, punching Hwoarang square in the jaw. Then he grabbed the redhead by the shoulder and kneed him in the crotch.
The blow hit, and Hwoarang fell to his knees, but something was off; it didn't hurt as bad as it should have. Glancing up, he saw why: Corey was now being raised in the air by Jin, who was holding the smaller man by the neck. There was an evil look in Jin's eyes.
"Sh-it," Corey gasped, looking at the larger man with fright.
Jin only glared at him, bringing his free arm back and getting ready to strike the other man in the face for a deadly blow.
"K-Kazama," Hwoarang spat, holding his crotch as he slowly stood to his feet.
Jin blinked and threw Corey to the ground, turning to Hwoarang. "Are you all right?"
Hwoarang gasped. "I was just kneed in the dick. Do you think I am all right?" he cursed and grasped the wall with a shaky hand. He glared at the twins and pointed a finger at them. "I want to know why you two are spying on me."
Nick shook his head, and Corey held onto his neck. Both looked at Jin with frightened gazes.
"W-we are only doing our job. W-we don't really know," Nick said, standing back to his feet.
Hwoarang frowned. "You will find out, and you will tell me and you will stop."
Nick's eyes widened when he watched the flames dance around in Hwoarang's eyes. Realization hit him. He swallowed hard and nodded, helping his brother up, and the two ran down the hall like scared puppies.
"Did you see his eyes?" Nick asked Corey as soon as they were out of sight.
"No, what happened?"
"They turned bright red, with flames dancing around in them."
Corey gaped at his brother. "Are you serious?"
Nick nodded and the two boys continued to run, leaving the school.
~*~
Jin turned to Hwoarang and frowned, resting a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Are you all right?"
Hwoarang glared at him, but then his glare softened, and he nodded. "Yeah, but my dick really hurts. Can we go home?"
Jin nodded. "Yes, all right. I don't have another class today, anyway."
Hwoarang sighed. "Good, call Foxy and let him know to pick us up.... I really need some ice, and I don't think the nurse will understand why a girl would need ice for her dick."
Jin chuckled and rubbed at Hwoarang's back while he took out his cell phone to call Steve.
~*~
Hwoarang was in his room, sitting on the floor against his bed, facing the door. His legs were spread as he held onto his sore crotch. They had just gotten home a little less than five minutes ago, and he had gone straight to his room, while Jin had gone to retrieve an ice pack for him.
He hissed as he tried to straighten his legs and decided not to do that until some of the pain had eased. He also was glad he was still wearing his skirt because he feared tight jeans would have made the pain worse.
Hwoarang sighed with relief when he heard the soft knock on his door and smiled as Jin came in, an ice pack in hand. "About time."
Jin frowned as he took a good glimpse of Hwoarang sitting there, with his legs spread, the skirt just covering his boxers. He felt a faint blush heat his cheeks and he coughed lightly. "I, um, had to get one from the gym…," he said as he crossed the room and knelt down in front of Hwoarang.
"Oh," Hwoarang said and tilted his head back. "How come there were none in the freezer?"
"Lee had ordered fresh ones--new ones--and they were not in yet. He stocked the old ones that were still in good shape in the freezer in the gym," he answered, handing Hwoarang the frozen blue pack.
Hwoarang shook his head, rejecting the ice pack with a smirk. He stared at Jin, who stared back with a questioning look that disappeared with a realization when Hwoarang spread his legs a bit wider. "You know where to put it."
Jin's blush returned and reddened, but he did not look away from Hwoarang. They kept a gaze locked, and slowly, Jin reached down and rested the ice pack gently on Hwoarang's crotch, who groaned in appreciation.
Hwoarang hissed and chuckled as he closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the ice pack being weighed down by Jin's strong hand. It felt good. "Thanks, Kazama," he said in a low, sexy voice.
Jin swallowed and nodded, reaching his free hand up and running it gently over Hwoarang's cheek before sliding it upward and removing the wig from the other man's head. He smiled when the mess of red hair came loose and brushed against Hwoarang's cheeks.
Jin took one good look at Hwoarang's face, noticing how beautiful the man was. His red hair was straight now from having been under the wig all morning, and it rested against his cheeks. One strand of hair fell forward over his nose, and Jin couldn't help moving it away. He brushed his hand over the soft, lightly-tanned skin and ran it down to the pink lips.
Hwoarang watched Jin with interest and smiled, watching as the other man leaned forward. Hwoarang met him halfway, and their lips connected in a soft kiss. Jin moved back for a moment, running both hands over Hwoarang's cheeks, before they kissed again. This time, neither pulled back.
Hwoarang moaned in the kiss, licking Jin's lips gently, demanding entrance. Jin quickly obeyed, opening his mouth and letting Hwoarang's slick tongue dominate his own, before his fought back. Slowly, Jin moved forward so he was closer to the other man, letting Hwoarang rub his sides and move strong hands up his shirt.
Jin gasped when he felt those strong hands pinch a nipple and he broke the kiss to stare at Hwoarang, who was grinning. Jin grinned in return and ran a hand through that messy red hair before kissing Hwoarang once again.
Hwoarang let out another moan, moving his body closer to Jin, pressing the other man against him in a tight embrace, breaking the kiss and kissing down Jin's jaw.
Jin groaned, feeling the coldness of the ice pack against his own crotch and finding the thing very annoying. Gently, he pushed Hwoarang back and grabbed the ice pack, looking at it. "Do you still need this?" he asked in a low voice.
Hwoarang smiled and took the ice pack and tossed it aside. "No, I need something else," he said, leading Jin's hand to his crotch, letting the other man feel how hard he was getting.
Jin blushed again as he felt Hwoarang's hard member and swallowed, letting his fingers run over Hwoarang's hard friend through the fabric of his boxers. He watched as Hwoarang closed his eyes in bliss, watching the low moan escape his parted lips. Jin found his own pants tighten with the sensation and he leaned forward, capturing Hwoarang's lips again. His free hand once again went in the redhead's hair.
Hwoarang moaned loudly into the kiss, lost in a world of bliss. Jin was cupping his sacks and running his fingers over his covered length. It felt so good, and he hadn't noticed how much he had missed a man's touch. "Ah, J-Jin…," he hissed though the kiss, panting heavily as he held onto his boyfriend, wrapping arms around his neck.
Jin kissed down Hwoarang's neck and continued to squeeze lightly at Hwoarang's member, slowly sliding the boxers down and off Hwoarang's lean waist and throwing them to the side. Hwoarang gasped from Jin's actions and chuckled in his shoulder.
"Naughty, Kazama?" he mumbled, taking Jin's lips on his own. He didn't miss the glint in the other man's eyes, and he could feel Jin's hand wrapping around his member, making him gasp again. Both fighters were so lost in the sensation; they didn't hear the knock on the door.
That is, until they heard a gasp and a squeal.
Hwoarang broke the kiss and gently pushed Jin off him, looking over at the door. His eyes widened when he saw Ling Xiaoyu standing there, red as an apple and her mouth agape. "Pest!" Hwoarang hissed, quickly covering himself and standing to his feet.
"Um, um, um, Jin, um," Xiaoyu struggled with words as she stared at the two.
Jin was now standing, blushing as red as Xiaoyu. He swallowed some, not sure what to say or do. Luckily, Hwoarang had a good idea.
"Get out and wait somewhere, will you? Damn pest!" he shouted, running a hand through his thick mane and kicking the ice pack.
"Oh, uh, right!" she squeaked and ran out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Hwoarang sighed and placed his hands to his hips, looking at the blushing Jin. "Well, Jin, that was fun. Sorry it was cut so short, but you know that's why she is a pest."
Jin shook his head. "It was not her fault. I forgot I had invited her over to help her study."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes. "Of course it's fine. I didn't think you were ready to go further, anyway," he grinned and touched Jin's cheek with affection.
Jin smiled. "Well, I better go and talk to her before she says anything. Are you coming?"
Hwoarang frowned. "Uh, no; I'm going for a nap. I can feel my cold coming on. You go; I will be fine."
Jin nodded and kissed Hwoarang's forehead and left the room. Hwoarang watched him leave and sighed, falling onto the bed and closing his eyes. "M'tired…," he mumbled and turned to his side, drifting off.
~*~
Jin made his way downstairs to see Xiaoyu sitting on the couch, waiting for him and talking to Steve. He stopped at the end of the stairs to listen in on the conversation.
"And then Julia said I didn't look too good in the pink bunny skirt, and I had to agree. She also said that I looked cuter in the white pants instead, so that's what I bought," she said with a bright smile.
Steve listened and nodded as the girl talked about her day at the mall, a forced smile on his face. When he noticed Jin standing in the doorway, his eyes lit up. "Jin, mate! Good to see you. Look who came for a visit!" he said, standing to his feet and walking over to Jin, wrapping an arm around his shoulder in a friendly manner.
Jin blinked, a bit confused about Steve's actions, and stared back at Xiaoyu. "Is something wrong?"
Steve shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, no. Everything is fine! Well, since you are here, I will be leaving now," he said and walked out of the room as quickly as he could.
As soon as Steve was gone, Xiaoyu went right to Jin and hugged him. "Oh, Jin! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to barge in like that, but no one answered the door, and Steve said you went upstairs to give Hwoarang an ice pack, and I really didn't think--"
Jin raised a hand to stop her and smiled. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. Just… don't tell anyone, all right?"
Xiaoyu nodded and smiled. "Okay, Jin. I promise."
~*~
Later that afternoon, Hwoarang came down stairs shirtless, with his skirt messed up and a pair of sweat pants worn under it. He scratched his chest and yawned tiredly as he went into the kitchen. Steve had called him down for dinner since he had missed lunch.
"Hey, Hwoarang, are you feeling any better?" Lee asked as he sat down at the table, a plate in hand.
Hwoarang rubbed at his eyes. "Yeah, loads," he said, grabbing his own plate and sitting across from the older man.
"Good. I see you are still wearing that skirt?"
Hwoarang nodded. "I am too lazy to unzip the back to pull it down."
"Well, you are going to have to remove it. I have a tuxedo for you to try on tonight."
Steve and Jin walked into the room then. Both gathered plates of food and sat down at the table. "That time already?" Steve asked as he poured himself a glass of soda.
"Time for what? Why do I need to try on a tux?" Hwoarang asked, feeling as if he was missing something.
"Tomorrow is the opening ceremony for the tournament. We have to dress fancy for the occasion," Jin said, mixing a bit of butter with his rice.
"Oh, shit. That's tomorrow?"
Lee nodded. "Yes, and our first matches are the following morning. First rounds are beginning."
Hwoarang frowned. "Shit, I didn't think it was that time already. Damn, time goes by when you're having fun, huh, Kazama?" he said, winking at Jin and smirking.
Jin tried to hide his blush by taking a sip of his water and glancing at his food.
Hwoarang snickered and ran a hand though his messy hair. "Well, should be fun tomorrow. Get to see those bastards again and maybe, this time, I can get more info out of them."
Steve frowned. "You mean you didn't the info you wanted today?"
Hwoarang shook his head. "No, just, it is their job, or whatever. One kicked me in the nuts before I could get any more out of them."
"So, that's why you needed an ice pack so badly," Lee said, frowning. "That was a cheap shot. They better not fight like that in the tournament."
Hwoarang shook his head. "No, they probably won't; they would get disqualified."
Steve nodded. "Yeah, that is true."
"How did you get away from them when you were down?" asked Lee.
"Jin was my knight in shining armor and went macho on them," he snickered. "They ran away almost crying then."
"Really? Jin, what did you do?" Steve asked, watching the Japanese.
Jin frowned. "Well, it stirred a bit when I got angry and I ended up grabbing Corey by the neck."
Lee nodded. "Ah, well, at least they learned their lesson. But I wonder who they are working for. It would be a good opportunity for us to try and see what is going on with them and if it is more serious than spying and getting info on you, Hwoarang."
Hwoarang nodded, taking a long sip of his soda. "Hell, yeah. We'll get them after or during the ceremony tomorrow. Make 'em tell. If we have to, we can kidnap them and bring them back here."
Steve chuckled, and Lee raised his brow at Hwoarang's suggestion. He then shook his head. "That might actually be a smart idea. And you know what, I have a plan…."
To Be Continued...