Disclaimer: I don't own these Tekken characters people! . Namco does.

Author's notes: Ok....I'm a lazy ass so the writing structures bad. . I also can't spell if you find any mistakes. This is my second fic so be nice! REVIEWING IS IMPORTANT IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE!

Tekken 4- Pleasures

Chapter 7

Hwoarang turned his head with an unreadable expression on his face then hastily started fumbling with the belt on his army pants…

"Why the fuck are you here Kazama?"

"To talk."

"Talk?" Hwoarang spat angrily. "You're fucking crazy. You're not in a position to talk about anything!"

"Well neither are you Hwoarang, look at your situation."

"Fuck you!"

Jin smirked cockily as he spread Hwoarang's legs apart. Kneeling down between them, he unzipped the Koreans fly with his teeth and, unknowingly that they were Steve's own, He unbuttoned the red, satin boxer shorts.

"I'm sure that people have done more despicable things than us in this sort of situation." Jin said.

Hwoarang scowled "You haven't got any shame at all have you."

The red haired Asian was willing keep this argument going but was at a loss for words as he felt the cold, coarse hands, of the Japanese, take his steadily hardening member and started to pump it up and down.

When Hwoarang had regained some of his speech he talked between gasps of pleasure.

"You know I – don't love – you any—more. That tournament put us together at the wrong place --- and at the – wrong time."

"There is nothing stopping you from coming back to me now." Jin kept a steady pace in the thrusts of his arm. "Except, of course, this minor problem here." He said nodding in the direction of Steve's slumbering body.

"How can -- you say that, Kazama? Steve and I -- are more-." Jin, kept his hand moving up and down as he rose and brought their lips together in a long, passionate kiss.

After they both reluctantly pulled away Hwoarang cursed at his Japanese lover "How could – you do that you ego – tistical pig."

"Your lips weren't saying no and even now, either is your body." Jin smirked and changed positions, moving up to lie on the bed.

Hwoarang gave into his disgraceful physical urges and broke the button on Jin's white pants in his hurriedness to taste the hot, pulsing flesh that was already up to the pre-ejaculation stages, the head weeping tears of anticipation,

Hwoarang wasn't discouraged by this because he knew of Kazama's stamina in bed.

The Korean took the thick member into his mouth and sucked, letting out a sigh of relieved tension and familiarity. Jin threw his head back and let out a moan of pure orgasmic pleasure.

Jin's nerves were overloading with the feeling of Hwoarang's tongue circling the head of his cock, flitting in and out of the hole, making him go so crazy that he wanted to die from a pleasure overload.

"Enough." Jin panted. "I don't want to be wasted on a head job now do I?"

He forcefully pushed Hwoarang onto his stomach and pulled his pants and undergarments down to his ankles, spread his legs apart and plunged his tongue into the depths of the Korean's warmth.

Sucking and spitting the muscle constricted over and over against his tongue, Hwoarang clenching the sides of the pillow in his hardest grip ever, his knuckled white with the pressure. His face was contorted into a grimace, his teeth gouging at the pillow's stuffing and tears of pleasure flowing down his face as he whimpered uncontrollably while trying not to scream or shoot.

Then it was all gone and the next thing that Hwoarang felt was Jin's hands roughly pulling him into a convenient position and his rock hard length heaving it's way into Hwoarang. Both of them were mentally screaming the other's name, trying to be quiet so they did not attract any unwanted attention.

"Fuck – me – harder!" The Korean whimpered in between Jin's steady thrusts.

"Cum with me." Ordered the Japanese as he slammed harder and faster.

On the other side of the room the heart monitor beeped faster but neither of the Asians noticed. Steve's body stirred and he dazedly sat up and looked unfocused around his surroundings.

At the end, Jin finished in a cataclysmic finale that was so forceful Hwoarang felt it inside him.

He leaned down to nibble at the Korean's earlobe, the sweat of both men hung heavily in the air and gave an erotic sensation. Jin whispered: "I did that to Steve…" Just as Hwoarang was processing this horrifying information he exploded all over the bed.

Steve was sitting up with a dazed but shocked expression on his face before his eyes closed and he laid down to rest, awake.