Okay, here another one with a yaoi warning especially for all the yaoi- lovers out there, and especially for anyone who has rated this fic so far, thanks!! ^_^

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"What are you waiting for??" Heihachi bellowed at the few Tekkenshu that hadn't fled in fear "Get him!!"

The Tekkenshu armed their guns and opened fire on Jin. The bullets tore through him, but he stood, looking at Heihachi as though he hadn't felt it. Hwoarang stared open mouthed. Getting shot hurt, and yet even the automatic fire from the rifles didn't so much as make him blink. Heihachi was slowly backing away; things were apparently not going to plan. Jin lunged at him and brought him down, his grandfather's skull connected with the stone floor with a sickening crack. The Tekkenshu scattered, leaving their master at the devil's mercy. Kazuya was smirking. He beckoned to Hwoarang who scurried over to him making sure to keep his distance from Jin.

"Stay here, and don't try anything" he instructed. Hwoarang nodded hastily. Kazuya's skin took on the purple shade again and he transformed. Hwoarang jumped back as Kazuya took off over to the doors of the hall and slammed them shut, preventing the escape of the Tekkenshu. The soldiers immediately opened fire on him, once again with no success. Hwoarang shrunk behind the altar, where he could see them but hoped they couldn't see him. Neither Jin nor his father were themselves, and Hwoarang wasn't about to be caught up in something he couldn't handle. He struggled at the shackles on his wrists but they refused to give. Jin picked Heihachi up by the collar of his coat and held him above his head.

Heihachi actually looked scared for a moment, which Hwoarang found quite amusing. He struggled against Jin's grip, kicking out at him and scratching at his grandson's arms. Jin merely grinned at him. Flickers of red lightning spiralled around his body and he raised his free arm as if to strike Heihachi across the face. Hwoarang moved to get a better look and banged his head on the side of the altar where it stuck out. The shock caused him to fall back and knock a glass chalice down, shattering it on the stone. He froze. Jin turned around and spotted him, then smiled menacingly. Heihachi was dropped and knocked out cold when he once again hit his head on the floor. Kazuya saw Hwoarang starting to panic, and wiped out the last of the Tekkenshu. He transformed back into his human form and looked on. There was nothing he could do now. Jin advanced on Hwoarang slowly, his eyes shining brighter than ever. Hwoarang backed up until he hit the altar and could go no further. Jin stooped down and met Hwoarang's terrified eyes. The Korean forced a little smile. Jin stared intensely into his eyes, as if trying to read Hwoarang's soul, then grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him forwards.

"Jin?" he said "Jin baby it's me, Hwoarang."

Jin looked blankly at him, there was no recognition at all, it was as if Jin himself was gone and had been replaced by a total stranger.

"Please Jin...don't do this" the Korean pleaded. Jin's body sparked with the red flickers again. Hwoarang let out a choked sob.

'So this is it' he thought 'I'm going to be killed by the man I love? Funny, I always though I'd get shot'.

He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the inevitable pain to come. When none came, he peeked to find Jin still staring at him, and though his eyes were still red, there was no sign of evil now. Hd stood up, pulling Hwoarang with him and looked over at Kazuya, who was surrounded by the groaning soldiers of the Tekkenshu. Kazuya nodded, and Jin pulled Hwoarang close to himself, held onto him tightly then, beating the huge black wings, took off and crashed up through the wooden roof of the hall out into the night sky.

Hwoarang was thoroughly petrified as they soared up higher over the Zaibatsu and out over the glorious Japanese landscape. Jin reached behind Hwoarang and snapped the shackles off his wrists. He immediately threw his arms around Jin's neck and held on for dear life. The wind whipped at his face and he felt sick when he looked down upon the treetops of the forest below. He panicked when he realised they were slowly getting closer, and made up his mind to run as soon as they were back on solid ground. They landed smoothly and, as though he had read Hwoarang's mind, Jin kept hold of him to stop him running for it. Too exhausted to struggle, Hwoarang allowed himself to be carried into a small clearing in the trees and be sat down on the grass. Jin turned his back and looked up at the stars. The lightening sparked around him again, as his wings drew back into him as though they had never been there. Jin moaned softly and his legs gave way beneath him. He collapsed onto the grass and lay there shaking. Hwoarang crawled cautiously over to him and put his hand gingerly on Jin's shoulder.

"Jin?" he asked. The black tattoos were still etched across Jin's chest and forehead. Hwoarang moved closer and tried again.

"Jin? Are you there?"

The Japanese moved slightly under his touch.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, no you didn't."

Jin sighed. His eyes opened, back to their usual deep brown.

"Thank god..." he mumbled. He sat up and looked up at Hwoarang sadly. "I understand if you never want to see me again" he said "and I'm so sorry..."

"What for?" Hwoarang cut in "You did nothing wrong, I mean Heihachi will probably need medical attention but let's face it, he deserved it right?"

"It's not that" Jin explained, "I nearly lost it, I know I did. I could have hurt you or anything!"

"But you didn't, you stopped yourself and that shows you have strength over...it."

Jin smiled. Hwoarang gave him his trademark cocky grin and put his arms around his body and held him tight.

"I don't give a shit if you're half demon or half angel or half anything, it doesn't matter."

"Don't you dare go getting all soppy on me."

"Love you darling."

"And I love you, now how about we go?"

"Can we walk this time? Flying scares me."

Jin put on a look of mock hurt.

"You saying I'm a bad flyer?"

"Nope, I'm saying I hate heights, now let's go."

The woods were fairly dense around them, and it took a while for the pair to get their bearings. They managed to find their way out of the forest and into a small village on the coast. It was deathly silent, the inhabitants probably in for the night. Hwoarang shuddered with cold and wished he had taken the time to find something to replace the shirt that was missing. He huddles closer to Jin and they wandered through the village streets in search of somewhere to either make a phone call or spend the night. They found both at a little B+B hotel called 'The Siamese Dragon'. The doors were open and an old man sat at the reception desk inside. He looked up, clearly disturbed to see two young men standing before him, topless, wet, cut, bruised and clinging to each other for warmth. Jin smiled in a friendly way, which appeared to scare him even more, so Hwoarang took over.

"Long story" he began "do you have any rooms?"

"What happened to you two?" the man asked. He looked them up and down, and Jin shuffled nervously. His tattoos were still clear and probably made him look much more formidable than he would have liked.

"Like I said, long story" Hwoarang repeated "we really need a room tonight if you have one, and we've got no money so we'll wash dishes for you or something okay?"

"Did you get attacked?" he asked, ignoring Hwoarang's request, "if you did I can call the police and they can find them..."

"No thanks" Jin interrupted "just a room please."

Not wanting to upset his guests, who by the look of them were probably professional wrestlers or bouncers, he agreed, giving them a room key and stating that his name was Mr. Hirasaki and to give him a call if they needed and anything, and not to worry about the charge. They thanked him and went off to find room 6. Like the whole building itself, the room was small but comfortable, decorated traditionally with paper screens, tatami mats and two futons on the floor. Hwoarang typically turned his nose up at them. In his knowledge, beds were high and had a space under them to shove random crap into when you couldn't be bothered tidying properly.

"They're actually quite comfortable" Jin told him, seeing the frown. Hwoarang plopped down onto one and was still in relative disbelief that anything could be comfortable when there wasn't five inches of mattress under it. He didn't have much time to contemplate. Jin had pulled the other futon up against Hwoarang's to make a sort of 'double futon' and then pulled him down onto them from behind.

"Paper walls" Hwoarang pointed out "I don't think this is such a good idea."

"Were the only ones here besides the old guy downstairs", Jin whispered, "I don't think it's going to matter."

Hwoarang grinned and kissed Jin. He slid out from under him and pinned him down. He softly kissed Jin's bare chest, being careful of the bruises that were starting to come up. His wet hair left little droplets of water on Jin's tanned skin, and they sparkled in the light. He discarded his jeans and threw them to the side (later, he would realise that since they were leather, wet and now in a crumpled heap on the floor, they would be nice and misshapen by tomorrow morning) and pulled the covers over. Jin worked his way out of his own pants and threw them somewhere, not caring where they landed. Hwoarang ran his fingers down Jin's body, over each perfectly toned muscle, and gently pushed his way into him. Jin moaned softly, trying his best not to cause too much noise and give them away. The redhead pulled out almost all the way then pushed in again, slowly going faster and harder. Jin gasped at the slight pain but didn't want to stop. He pulled Hwoarang closer to himself and groaned as he came. Hwoarang came a few seconds later and lay on Jin breathing heavily. He felt Jin's heat beating rapidly against his own chest.

"So, where are we going tomorrow and how are we getting there?" he panted. Jin held him tighter and shrugged.

"Don't know, don't really care", he answered "we can think about that in the morning but right now all I want to do is get some sleep."

"Me too" Hwoarang agreed. He slid off Jin and spooned up against his side. Jin slipped his arm around Hwoarang's slender waist and closed his eyes. Despite how tired he felt, it seemed impossible for Hwoarang to sleep. Every little noise alerted him and the shadows from outside convinced him that there were people looking in on them. Visions of Heihachi finding them here flickered through his mind and he did his best to dismiss them as nothing but pathetic paranoia, but still the paranoia was there. He wanted to leave, get out of this little village and leave it in peace before they brought something terrible upon it, but he didn't have the heart to wake Jin now. His raven hair shone in the moonlight through the window, and his breathing was hypnotic. It soothed Hwoarang just knowing that Jin was here, sleeping with him. He settled down again, and was soon out like a light.