Okay, this chapter has finally got the huge YAOI warning. Got that? This
chapter has YAOI, don't like don't read. Oh yea, by the way, YAOI!!!!!
There, now don't say I didn't warn you. If you don't like or you're not
supposed to be reading this (it does have a warning on it, several in fact)
then I suggest you click the 'back' button right now, or at least before
you get to paragraph 5, comprende? Good. Now, on with the story ^_^
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Jin woke up and groaned softly. His left arm was completely numb and he had a touch of hangover. He tried to turn over but his arm was pinned in place. He opened his eyes and looked to his side, where a cute, redheaded Korean was sleeping soundly. Hwoarang stirred when Jin tried again to pull his arm from beneath his body, and snuggled further into the duvet. Jin winced; it was getting to the point where it was hurting. He nudged Hwoarang gently, though it had no effect on the other boys alcohol induced sleep, so he tried again, nudging him accidentally harder than he had meant too. Hwoarang sat bolt upright as though someone had shoved a knife up through the mattress into him and looked around the room.
"Morning" Jin said, actually startling Hwoarang. He moved his dead arm and flexed the muscles in attempt to get the blood flow going again. Hwoarang sighed with relief and fell back onto the pillow.
"Morning" he repeated, turning onto his side o face Jin, who kissed him good morning. He moved closer to the Japanese boy and settled against his body. Jin kissed the op of Hwoarang's head lightly and groaned again.
"I don't suppose you have aspirins, do you?" he asked. Hwoarang thought about it for a second before remembering his emergency stash of medical stuff in the bathroom, which he needed more often than not after a night out with Xion and Ripley, not because he suffered hangovers, but because of the bar brawls they had a tendency to get involved with. Or even start sometimes.
"Yeah, I'll go and get you some" he said, getting up out of the bed and pulling his jeans on. He went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, where his medical supplies where kept. After some searching around, he located the aspirin and took two to Jin along with a glass of water. Jin swallowed them and washed them down with the water. Hwoarang took the glass and put it on the bedside table, then pounced on Jin. He kissed him and sat up, still on Jin.
"Mr Lee will be out now." he said, grinning, "How about we finish from where we left off?"
Jin smiled and Hwoarang leaned down to kiss him deeply. Jin worked Hwoarang's jeans off then flipped him over onto the bed.
"Headache's gone." he said, grinning "My turn to have some fun." He kissed Hwoarang's chest and gently pushed into him. Hwoarang gasped and his back arched at the feeling of Jin inside him. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. He winced a little at the sharp pain that came every so often. Jin looked down at him.
"You okay?" he asked between breaths.
"Yeah...go on, I'm fine" Hwoarang gasped.
Jin did as he was told and pushed into him again, gently and slowly. Hwoarang moaned deeply, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure was almost too much to bear. He buried his fingers deep in Jin's thick, raven hair. Jin let out a short groan and came, shortly followed by Hwoarang. He collapsed onto him, breathing heavily. Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Jin's neck and held onto him, kissing him. Jin looked up into those gorgeous jade green eyes. Hwoarang smiled at him and kissed him again.
"I hope Mr Lee really isn't in," he said "or he'll complain to Bernie and then I'll be in trouble."
"Because of me." Jin said, grinning, "Who cares what the old toad thinks anyway, we had fun, didn't we?"
"We did...why toad?"
"Just seemed appropriate."
"Fair enough."
Jin kisses Hwoarang's forehead lightly then pushed himself up and got out of the bed. He pulled his jeans on and searched for his shirt. Hwoarang got up too and dressed. He found Jin's shirt and handed it to him.
"Thanks." Jin said, "I have to go now, but I'll come back sometime, okay?"
Hwoarang looked hurt. He glared at Jin and frowned.
"Sometime? What is that supposed to mean?"
"I have to go Hwoa, I don't have time for this."
"What? So all I am is a quick fuck? A place to stay and something other than coffee in the morning?!"
Jin looked down, shaking his head. He approached Hwoarang and took his hand, sliding the other around his waist.
"No, Hwoa" he said, "You're so much more than that I couldn't even begin to tell you. It's just that if I don't leave now, I could be putting you in danger."
Hwoarang wasn't convinced. He pulled away from Jin and sat on the edge of his bed.
"I've heard some excuses in my life Jin Kazama." He started "But I have to say that was probably the lamest one yet."
Jin looked exasperated.
"Remember me telling you that my grandfather killed my father Kazuya?"
"Yes."
"Well, there's a company called G-Corporation, and they specialise in bio- research. They found my fathers body at the bottom of the volcano and somehow managed to resurrect him."
Hwoarang was looking at him with his head cocked to the side. He grinned, and then burst out laughing. "Oh yeah! Sure! You're dead dad is alive again! That's a good one Jin! I'll remember that!"
"Hwoa! I'm being serious! I didn't believe it at first either but he's back and he's pissed off. He's after Heihachi and probably after me too. He can find me easily if I don't keep on the move and if he finds me here and finds out about us then he'll probably kill you too!"
Hwoarang still wasn't fully convinced. He got up and kissed Jin then stepped back.
"If you want to go you only needed to say so, I'd have understood" he said, still smirking.
"No Hwoa" Jin said, taking Hwoarang in his arms again "If it were up to me I'd stay here forever with you, but I can't. As soon as everything is ok, I promise to come back to you."
Hwoarang leaned his head on Jin's shoulder, still unable to wipe the ridiculous smirk of his face.
"Okay, just make sure you do" he said. Jin nodded. He released Hwoarang from his arms and went to the front door and out into the hall. He kissed Hwoarang goodbye.
"Not in the hall please" a stern voice interrupted. Hwoarang looked down the hall and grinned.
"Sorry Bernie." he apologised "If you're looking for Mr Lee, he's out."
"I'm looking for you" Bernie replied, "I've got workmen coming tomorrow so I'll need to get into your apartment. Just letting you know."
"Thanks" Hwoarang said, "I'll tidy up then" he gave Jin a little kiss and said goodbye. Bernie looked thoroughly disgusted, turned away and waddled back down the hall. Jin followed and Hwoarang closed the door.
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The rest of the day was mind numbingly boring. Hwoarang did make a half- assed attempt at cleaning his apartment, but didn't get any further than the living room. He gave in after clearing away the empty beer bottles and crashed on the couch instead watching daytime TV. Something about unsolved mysteries grabbed his attention at around nine that night, and he watched half of it before falling into another alcohol-aided sleep. Typically, someone knocking hell out of the door woke him up, and he padded up the hall to answer it. He opened the door, and whoever it was, was stood with their back to him. Silk shirt, raven-black hair and strong muscles visible beneath the material. Hwoarang broke into a grin.
"Jin?!"
The visitor turned around and looked at him.
"You're not..."
"Correct" the visitor said, "I'm not Jin, but he was here. Where is he?"
Hwoarang studied the newcomers face. Same jet-black hair, same nose, same eyes with their strangely unnerving shine.
"You must be Kazuya." Hwoarang realised "I can see where Jin gets his looks from."
Kazuya stirred.
"Looks? Meaning what exactly?"
"Yeah..." Hwoarang continued, avoiding the question "He's a good looking guy, just like his dad."
He looked back to Kazuya, who's expression showed building rage.
'Cool' Hwoarang thought, ever the mischief-maker whilst under the influence of a few shots of tequila 'I can have some fun with this.'
"Mind you" he said, giving Kazuya his patented cocky grin "I don't suppose you are as good in bed as he is?"
Kazuya snapped and lunged at Hwoarang, his eyes glowing fiercely. Hwoarang gulped nervously, wondering what exactly he had just gotten himself into. Kazuya pinned him against the wall, and Hwoarang noted that his skin was taking on a rather fetching shade of purple. Curious electric sparks began appearing around Kazuya's body, and his eyes were red now.
'Oh fuck'
"My son? Good in bed? And you would know?"
Hwoarang would have probably nodded, but his throat was being crushed by Kazuya's strong hand and prevented him from moving his head at all.
"I thought as much" Kazuya added, as though he had read Hwoarang's thoughts. His grip suddenly loosed and Hwoarang fell to the floor, choking and trying to breathe with his bruised windpipe. Kazuya stood over him, then bent down and took hold of a handful of his flame red hair and pulled Hwoarang's head up to face him.
"Tell me Hwoarang, where is my son exactly?" Hwoarang shuddered that Kazuya knew his name. He shook his head as best he could. Kazuya dragged him up and launched him across the hall into the wall of the sitting room. He choked out that he didn't know where Jin was and put a hand to the back of his head, where a sharp pain had established itself. His hair felt like it was sticky with...
"Blood..." he felt himself beginning to pass out. He looked up and saw Kazuya advancing on him. He kicked out, catching his attacker in the stomach and stopping him long enough to crawl across the floor to the window. What he was going to do there, he didn't know, but he felt better not being so close to the raving lunatic Jin called his father.
His head felt as though it were a helium balloon, and the dull ache was slowly becoming more intense. He began to slide down the wall, and lay on his side. The blood in his hair felt thicker now and the pain intensified. He looked up and saw the blurred outline of a figure, purple skinned, blood- red eyes, horns and huge bat-like wings coming closer. He choked out a whispered cry, and his world went black around him.
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There we go ^_^ if you just read this and thought 'Ick!!! Boys on boys!!!! Ohh nasty!!!!' then you obviously paid noooooo attention to the warnings at all n its your own fault! If you did read it and enjoyed it, then umm....rate, comment n all the rest of it ^_^ anyway, I'd best get writing the next chapter. Kaine xx
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Jin woke up and groaned softly. His left arm was completely numb and he had a touch of hangover. He tried to turn over but his arm was pinned in place. He opened his eyes and looked to his side, where a cute, redheaded Korean was sleeping soundly. Hwoarang stirred when Jin tried again to pull his arm from beneath his body, and snuggled further into the duvet. Jin winced; it was getting to the point where it was hurting. He nudged Hwoarang gently, though it had no effect on the other boys alcohol induced sleep, so he tried again, nudging him accidentally harder than he had meant too. Hwoarang sat bolt upright as though someone had shoved a knife up through the mattress into him and looked around the room.
"Morning" Jin said, actually startling Hwoarang. He moved his dead arm and flexed the muscles in attempt to get the blood flow going again. Hwoarang sighed with relief and fell back onto the pillow.
"Morning" he repeated, turning onto his side o face Jin, who kissed him good morning. He moved closer to the Japanese boy and settled against his body. Jin kissed the op of Hwoarang's head lightly and groaned again.
"I don't suppose you have aspirins, do you?" he asked. Hwoarang thought about it for a second before remembering his emergency stash of medical stuff in the bathroom, which he needed more often than not after a night out with Xion and Ripley, not because he suffered hangovers, but because of the bar brawls they had a tendency to get involved with. Or even start sometimes.
"Yeah, I'll go and get you some" he said, getting up out of the bed and pulling his jeans on. He went to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet, where his medical supplies where kept. After some searching around, he located the aspirin and took two to Jin along with a glass of water. Jin swallowed them and washed them down with the water. Hwoarang took the glass and put it on the bedside table, then pounced on Jin. He kissed him and sat up, still on Jin.
"Mr Lee will be out now." he said, grinning, "How about we finish from where we left off?"
Jin smiled and Hwoarang leaned down to kiss him deeply. Jin worked Hwoarang's jeans off then flipped him over onto the bed.
"Headache's gone." he said, grinning "My turn to have some fun." He kissed Hwoarang's chest and gently pushed into him. Hwoarang gasped and his back arched at the feeling of Jin inside him. It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. He winced a little at the sharp pain that came every so often. Jin looked down at him.
"You okay?" he asked between breaths.
"Yeah...go on, I'm fine" Hwoarang gasped.
Jin did as he was told and pushed into him again, gently and slowly. Hwoarang moaned deeply, biting down on his lip to keep from crying out. The pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure was almost too much to bear. He buried his fingers deep in Jin's thick, raven hair. Jin let out a short groan and came, shortly followed by Hwoarang. He collapsed onto him, breathing heavily. Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Jin's neck and held onto him, kissing him. Jin looked up into those gorgeous jade green eyes. Hwoarang smiled at him and kissed him again.
"I hope Mr Lee really isn't in," he said "or he'll complain to Bernie and then I'll be in trouble."
"Because of me." Jin said, grinning, "Who cares what the old toad thinks anyway, we had fun, didn't we?"
"We did...why toad?"
"Just seemed appropriate."
"Fair enough."
Jin kisses Hwoarang's forehead lightly then pushed himself up and got out of the bed. He pulled his jeans on and searched for his shirt. Hwoarang got up too and dressed. He found Jin's shirt and handed it to him.
"Thanks." Jin said, "I have to go now, but I'll come back sometime, okay?"
Hwoarang looked hurt. He glared at Jin and frowned.
"Sometime? What is that supposed to mean?"
"I have to go Hwoa, I don't have time for this."
"What? So all I am is a quick fuck? A place to stay and something other than coffee in the morning?!"
Jin looked down, shaking his head. He approached Hwoarang and took his hand, sliding the other around his waist.
"No, Hwoa" he said, "You're so much more than that I couldn't even begin to tell you. It's just that if I don't leave now, I could be putting you in danger."
Hwoarang wasn't convinced. He pulled away from Jin and sat on the edge of his bed.
"I've heard some excuses in my life Jin Kazama." He started "But I have to say that was probably the lamest one yet."
Jin looked exasperated.
"Remember me telling you that my grandfather killed my father Kazuya?"
"Yes."
"Well, there's a company called G-Corporation, and they specialise in bio- research. They found my fathers body at the bottom of the volcano and somehow managed to resurrect him."
Hwoarang was looking at him with his head cocked to the side. He grinned, and then burst out laughing. "Oh yeah! Sure! You're dead dad is alive again! That's a good one Jin! I'll remember that!"
"Hwoa! I'm being serious! I didn't believe it at first either but he's back and he's pissed off. He's after Heihachi and probably after me too. He can find me easily if I don't keep on the move and if he finds me here and finds out about us then he'll probably kill you too!"
Hwoarang still wasn't fully convinced. He got up and kissed Jin then stepped back.
"If you want to go you only needed to say so, I'd have understood" he said, still smirking.
"No Hwoa" Jin said, taking Hwoarang in his arms again "If it were up to me I'd stay here forever with you, but I can't. As soon as everything is ok, I promise to come back to you."
Hwoarang leaned his head on Jin's shoulder, still unable to wipe the ridiculous smirk of his face.
"Okay, just make sure you do" he said. Jin nodded. He released Hwoarang from his arms and went to the front door and out into the hall. He kissed Hwoarang goodbye.
"Not in the hall please" a stern voice interrupted. Hwoarang looked down the hall and grinned.
"Sorry Bernie." he apologised "If you're looking for Mr Lee, he's out."
"I'm looking for you" Bernie replied, "I've got workmen coming tomorrow so I'll need to get into your apartment. Just letting you know."
"Thanks" Hwoarang said, "I'll tidy up then" he gave Jin a little kiss and said goodbye. Bernie looked thoroughly disgusted, turned away and waddled back down the hall. Jin followed and Hwoarang closed the door.
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The rest of the day was mind numbingly boring. Hwoarang did make a half- assed attempt at cleaning his apartment, but didn't get any further than the living room. He gave in after clearing away the empty beer bottles and crashed on the couch instead watching daytime TV. Something about unsolved mysteries grabbed his attention at around nine that night, and he watched half of it before falling into another alcohol-aided sleep. Typically, someone knocking hell out of the door woke him up, and he padded up the hall to answer it. He opened the door, and whoever it was, was stood with their back to him. Silk shirt, raven-black hair and strong muscles visible beneath the material. Hwoarang broke into a grin.
"Jin?!"
The visitor turned around and looked at him.
"You're not..."
"Correct" the visitor said, "I'm not Jin, but he was here. Where is he?"
Hwoarang studied the newcomers face. Same jet-black hair, same nose, same eyes with their strangely unnerving shine.
"You must be Kazuya." Hwoarang realised "I can see where Jin gets his looks from."
Kazuya stirred.
"Looks? Meaning what exactly?"
"Yeah..." Hwoarang continued, avoiding the question "He's a good looking guy, just like his dad."
He looked back to Kazuya, who's expression showed building rage.
'Cool' Hwoarang thought, ever the mischief-maker whilst under the influence of a few shots of tequila 'I can have some fun with this.'
"Mind you" he said, giving Kazuya his patented cocky grin "I don't suppose you are as good in bed as he is?"
Kazuya snapped and lunged at Hwoarang, his eyes glowing fiercely. Hwoarang gulped nervously, wondering what exactly he had just gotten himself into. Kazuya pinned him against the wall, and Hwoarang noted that his skin was taking on a rather fetching shade of purple. Curious electric sparks began appearing around Kazuya's body, and his eyes were red now.
'Oh fuck'
"My son? Good in bed? And you would know?"
Hwoarang would have probably nodded, but his throat was being crushed by Kazuya's strong hand and prevented him from moving his head at all.
"I thought as much" Kazuya added, as though he had read Hwoarang's thoughts. His grip suddenly loosed and Hwoarang fell to the floor, choking and trying to breathe with his bruised windpipe. Kazuya stood over him, then bent down and took hold of a handful of his flame red hair and pulled Hwoarang's head up to face him.
"Tell me Hwoarang, where is my son exactly?" Hwoarang shuddered that Kazuya knew his name. He shook his head as best he could. Kazuya dragged him up and launched him across the hall into the wall of the sitting room. He choked out that he didn't know where Jin was and put a hand to the back of his head, where a sharp pain had established itself. His hair felt like it was sticky with...
"Blood..." he felt himself beginning to pass out. He looked up and saw Kazuya advancing on him. He kicked out, catching his attacker in the stomach and stopping him long enough to crawl across the floor to the window. What he was going to do there, he didn't know, but he felt better not being so close to the raving lunatic Jin called his father.
His head felt as though it were a helium balloon, and the dull ache was slowly becoming more intense. He began to slide down the wall, and lay on his side. The blood in his hair felt thicker now and the pain intensified. He looked up and saw the blurred outline of a figure, purple skinned, blood- red eyes, horns and huge bat-like wings coming closer. He choked out a whispered cry, and his world went black around him.
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There we go ^_^ if you just read this and thought 'Ick!!! Boys on boys!!!! Ohh nasty!!!!' then you obviously paid noooooo attention to the warnings at all n its your own fault! If you did read it and enjoyed it, then umm....rate, comment n all the rest of it ^_^ anyway, I'd best get writing the next chapter. Kaine xx