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- Reunion

Chapter 9

Hwoarang flinched as the nurse stuck the needle in for the fourth and last time through his cheek. She was trying to make small talk but one glance from a grief-stricken Hwoarang stopped her in her tracks.

He had run all the way to a train station with his luggage. Hwoarang had no reason to stay now that he was disqualified from the tournament and had lost the one person that meant so much to him.

He was pulled over by a security guard who had taken him to the hospital to get his cheek sewed up.

He blew up in his hair and realized that it was going everywhere. His headband was gone. He had worn it the day that he won his first tournament, it had great sentimental value to him from that day forth. He must have left it on the bed side table.

"Shit."

Steve sat looking at the headband on the table. He needed to get it out of his sight. Deciding to get some weight off of his shoulders, Steve went to grab a coffee from the cafeteria in the lobby.

"This coffee is shit." Steve said to himself as he placed it back down on the table. He groaned when he saw Hwoarang walking to the elevator.

"I'm guessin' your here for your headband aye? I have the tag, I'll take you up."

They stepped in the elevator in silence. The moment's tension was broken by Steve's chuckling.

"What?" Hwoarang asked.

"I was beginning to think that this was all fate ya know? Bumping into you at the airport, sitting next to you on the plane, rooms next to each other." Steve looked amused with a glazed expression in his eyes. The elevator started to move.

"Please. If this was fate the fucking elevator would stop right now-."

He was cut out by the noise of the elevator grinding to a premature stop. Steve lost his balance but before he could fall Hwoarang caught him by the waist.

Steve blushed. "I don't need your help…" He whispered, staring into the Koreans compassionate eyes he swiftly looked away not wanting to see them.

Hwoarang gently brought up his hand to make him look into his eyes again.

"I still care for you." He spoke softly, leaning in and kissing Steve passionately. After a few seconds the blonde relaxed slightly and gradually started to kiss back.

The redhead carefully took off Steve's shirt not wanting to hurt his fractured arm. "Does it hurt?" he asked Steve. Softly caressing the scarred arm.

"A little... but it's healing." Steve answered. Wrapping his good arm around the redhead's neck he kissed him just below his ear, pulling on the lobe with his teeth.

"I want you to be inside of me." He whispered. Taking the earlobe into his mouth, Hwoarang trembled at Steve's spoken desires. Gently squeezing the bulge in Steve's pants, he unzipped the fly, allowing his pants to drop to the floor.

Hwoarang lifted the shirt over his head as the blonde worked on unbuckling his belt. Relieving himself, the Korean helped Steve undress him and yanked his pants off.

The blonde light-heartedly smiled as Hwoarang finished undressing himself, moving forward to gently pin him up against the wall.

"I'm sorry" Hwoarang whispered in-between kisses, Steve closed his eyes tightly and abruptly rolled over to switch positions.

"You broke my heart" The blonde hissed, turning his head suddenly to catch Hwoarang's mouth fiercely with his own. Tongue sliding and probing with a desperate intensity.

Steve bit the Koreans lip hard, before releasing it to lick away the drop of blood his teeth had drawn. He drew back slightly, panting harshly as he moved even closer, plastering their naked bodies together and pressing Hwoarang's back firmly against the wall of the elevator.

"Hwoarang" Steve groaned, grinding his hips sharply against the Asian's, shoving his aching cock against him.

"Ah!....Ste-Steve!" Hwoarang grabbed hold of the blonde's hips and kissed him, hips and tongue thrusting hard in a rough rhythm, increasing the grip of Steve's hand on the back of his neck, nails biting in hard enough to do damage.

Swiftly, Hwoarang rolled over so Steve was against the wall. Lowering his head he trailed sharp kisses down the blonde's throat and across his chest. Steve's sudden weak struggles only stirred up Hwoarang more as he bit his shoulder, making a pattern of deep red marks across his skin.

The blonde stared up at the ceiling as the Asian pulled one of his legs up with his hand, settling closer to him. He tried not to make a sound as Hwoarang pushed into him. He winced as a tortured gasp escapes his lips.

Steve closed his eyes tightly, only to have Hwoarang smack him lightly across the cheek. "Look at me," he whispered, eyes blazing, voice low and husky.

Hwoarang's teeth were biting hard into his own lip. The Korean surprisingly gentle as he slid in again, the hand that had struck his cheek moved up to stroke Steve's hair.

The blondes moan was muffled, as Hwoarang bent closer to press their lips together softly. Steve reached his good hand up blindly, not sure what for, but Hwoarang's fingers intertwined with his own. Their hands clutched together tightly against the wall, as Hwoarang thrust harder.

Whimpering with pleasure, Steve brought his legs up to wrap them around Hwoarang's waist. He pulled him in deeper as the redhead moaned his name bringing his lips to Steve's. He kissed him desperately, sucking hard on his tongue. The blonde moaned, biting his lip, fingernails digging into the back of Hwoarang's hand as he moved, thrusting faster and faster.

Hwoarang broke off the kiss, staring into Steve's eyes. He moved his hand from his hair to cup the blonde's cheek. Kissing the side of his mouth softly, Steve moved his head, forcing Hwoarang to kiss him properly.

Steve sobbed against Hwoarang's mouth, whimpering and writhing beneath him as he lost control. "Hwoarang...Hwoarang, oh God..." He drove his hips up against the Asians, impaling himself.

A distressed cry escaped his lips as he came, the sharp sound blunted only slightly by the tight seal of Hwoarang's mouth to his.

Hwoarang continued to thrust, his moans stifled by Steve's mouth. He shuddered violently as he reached his climax. After some moments later he released Steve's hand, still breathing hard.

Steve rested his head on the Koreans shoulder and kissed it lightly "I love you…"

The elevator started again as they were getting dressed and they went back to the room.

"I love you… I love you… I love you." He smiled. Hwoarang looked uncomfortable.

"Do you love me?" Steve asked.

"………….." The Asian couldn't answer.

"Hwoarang?"

"This was a mistake. I shouldn't have fallen for you again. All the people I get close to always end up… leaving me and if fate is behind it you are going to get it full on."

"Get what 'full on'?"

"My curse…"

Steve got up and headed for the door. "I can't believe you! It was a mistake getting back together?? I wish I was fucking dead!"

The door slammed closed and Steve was gone.

Author's notes: Eeeeeep! That took me forever . Curse you moose!