Fine Line Between Hate and Love – Chapter 4

When I climbed the twelve flights of stairs to my room there was a surprise waiting for me. Jin was there, waiting patiently, standing against the wall next to my door.

"Jin, whot are you doin' here?" I didn't look into his eyes. I was still hurt by his comments the night before.

"I have come to apologise." He said to me his gaze, the same as mine, staring at his shoes. "Although, I don't really know what for."

His last words angered me slightly. "Whaddya mean you don't know!" my voice was raised slightly in irritation. "You go on and on bout how wonderful this… this person is an' you don't expect me to get upset!" It was then that I looked up and Jin was standing there with a smirk on his face that infuriated me.

Before I could think of anything else to say Jin interjected.

"Did you even listen to what I was talking about yesterday? The person that I met and I fell in love with straight away, the person that could get anyone that they pleased, the person that was irresistible. Were you listening?"

Jin looked at me. What was the look in his eyes?

"I was talking about you Steve." He looked at me. His smirk was not the degrading smirk that I thought he wore a second earlier. It was a warm smile that was true.

I felt like the biggest fool. I fought to keep my expression angry and not lapse into a sudden relief. I did not want to be seen like an idiot now.

"I'm getting my key and opening my door. When my door is open you are to get in there and strip your clothes off. Wait for me on the bed."

Jin's smile turned into a sheepish and uncharacteristic grin. He was not used to me speaking to him like that and it amused him. He did what he was told of course and the sex we had was satisfying and ecstatic. Half way through though, Jin looked a little lost…

"Did you even listen to what I was talking about yesterday? The person that I met and I fell in love with straight away, the person that could get anyone that they pleased, the person that was irresistible. Were you listening?"

I was a prisoner in my own flesh. It was not me speaking those words, but the demonic beast that constantly fought for control. I knew what was happening but I had no will to stop it. Even though it seems like the devil was doing me a favour, it wasn't. The truth was that I started describing Steve but my feeling for Hwoarang had came through and I was talking about him by the end.

The devil released its grip on my mind halfway through our love making. I think Steve noticed the change but he didn't say anything to me about it. After he came inside me he collapsed in a pile of man and engulfed me in his wonderful odours. I didn't have the heart to move so I slept with his arms around me that night.

Early in the morning I woke and left him to sleep. I didn't want to distract his preparations for his match today. The opponents would be posted on the wall by now and I decided to see who Steve was matched against today.

"Craig Marduk." I murmured to myself as I read the name. It wasn't familiar to me. I was the only person in the dining hall and I decided to get some breakfast while it was hot.

I reached for the steamed eggs and the kind faced woman behind the counter slopped generous helping of egg and rice onto my plate. She recommended the fresh fruit at the end followed by the tea and herbal supplements.

When I made my way down there, there was a number of large bowls filled to the top with apples, pears, peaches, grapes, plums and bananas. I couldn't decide on what fruit to take so I casually took a whole bowl and sat at one of the close tables. I returned to the counter to get a pot of green tea and some ginkgo biloba and St Jons Wort for mental alertness and relaxation of nerves.

I returned to the table and lifted my chopsticks. I had finished the rice and the egg and started on the fruit when a voice spoke behind me.

"Hmm, it looks like your appetite hasn't changed since the last time we dined together." I turned around in my chair and saw Hwoarang standing there. I swallowed a mouthful of pear. Hwoarang reached over and grabbed an apple. His arm slightly brushed against my shoulder.

I briefly closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. "Hwoarang. I'm sorry about everything. I want us to be friends." I looked at Hwoarang and tried to read his face. "I don't want us to be the way we were. In fact, how about we make a date for dinner tonight and I can introduce you to my new partner?"

Hwoarang hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Ok. I'll bring my new partner too." I was shocked by his words but they were not entirely unexpected.

"Are you going to stay here and eat some breakfast with me?" I asked him.

"Nah I'm training for my fight this afternoon. How about I meet you here at eight o'clock?"

"Sure." I said. He left then and I went to get Steve for his warm up.

Jin wasn't with me when I woke up. I rose and showered and was dressing when he knocked at my door again.

I opened it. He was standing there like he was supposed to. He had brought me some fruit and he pushed it into my hands as he walked through the door. I put it on the table and ushered him further in.

"You came just in time." I said to him. I was buttoning my shirt when he knocked but I started unbuttoning.

"No." He said firmly. "Keep focused." He buttoned my shirt up to the top.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute." I said to him. "I don't button this to the top, never have. And how am I supposed to distract my opponents like that aye?" I winked at him and smiled as I undid the top three buttons of my shirt.

Jin smiled but rolled his eyes. "You don't fight with it on remember? You'll be wearing those hot, tight little shorts of yours. Take your shirt off and really get them distracted. Come back to me in one piece, Foxy."

He pushed me out the door and then stopped. "Oh, and we are meeting with an old friend of mine and his boyfriend at eight tonight."

"Ok," I said and smiled.

Craig Marduk was not man, but beast. He was at least 7 feet tall and was the size of a fully grown gorilla. I stepped into the ring to his adrenalised roar of "COME ON!"

I did see him staring at my bare chest and that's when I struck… He lifted a hand the size of a car tire and belted me around the head. I fell to the floor but it gave me more motivation to get up and do it again.

The match ended 4 minutes later when the officials stopped the match for fears of my wellbeing when I just kept getting up off the ground. I was beaten and bruised slightly. I was exhilarated.

I walked down to the shower rooms and saw that I was alone. Marduk had been swamped by fans and I had managed to get some privacy. I turned on the hot water and slid my clothes off. I was more comfortable by myself, even though I am proud of my manhood and I am not afraid of exposing it.

I touched my bruised cheek and remembered the beating. I shivered under the hot jet of water. I realized I was massaging my dick and I was hardening rapidly. I liked being shoved around.

I was alone for the next seven minutes exactly and I was so aroused that I was finished four minutes early. My cum splattered on my body and I washed it down the drain.

The person that broke my length of solitude was that impolite little shit red head Korean that bumped into me on the stairs. I was in too good a mood to care as I stood under the water leaning against the wall with one hand. My cock hung limp and looked untouched as he saw when I caught him peeking at it.

I smiled to myself.