Well, you have all spoken, I really want to have them be intimate I do, but I can't magically have them making sprite, but I'll give you two alternatives. 1.) A drug-induced wet dream and 2) Sweet sympathy kisses

Just a Warning Asuka's part is attempted rape so if you are uncomfortable with reading that. Feel free to skip down to Hwoarang's part.

Enjoy Please.

ASUKA

When Toshiro tried to grab hold of me, I hit his nose with the palm of my hand, which sent him reeling back with a bloody nose.

"Argh! You fucking bitch!" Toshiro exclaimed wiping his nose and then gripping my wrist in his hand, forcing it open. "I'll make sure you'll never use your fucking hand again!" Without any instruction, the other man grabbed my free hand and held it away from the one being held captive by Toshiro.

With the same hunting knife, Toshiro quickly cut the inside of my hand. I felt like my hand was being torn open. The pain was excruciating. When I screamed, the three men laughed. I don't know how they can they can take pleasure in my pain.

Toshiro and the other guy stretched my arms so far up above my head, I had rise on the tip of my toes to reduce the pain. They tightly tied my hands to the fence with plastic restraints, causing more blood to leak from my hand and down my arm. Then they removed the heels from my feet just so my 5'3" frame could hand on the fence like a piñata waiting to be whacked.

"You look a little thirsty, Asuka."Yukimura said feigning concern. I stared angrily, I was parched, but I wasn't going to take anything else from Yukimura. I watched helplessly as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a small container that resembled one half of a contact lens case.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart." He said before nodding toward Toshiro, who immediately punched me in the gut, forcing my mouth open. Yukimura took that chance to pour what ever liquid was in the case down my throat. I felt a small bit of it roll down my chin from the corner of my mouth.

"Wh—what was that?" I asked, still recovering from the blow to my body.

Yukimura, Toshiro and the other guy laughed together and then smiled at me.

"Its GHB, among other things. I call it Chemical X." Yukimura linked his fingers along the fence and brought his face close to mine. "Delicious isn't it?"Yukimura licked the remainder of the "Chemical X" from my face, making me cringe.

"Aww, Asuka-chan, don't be that way." Yukimura whined, with a small pout plastered on his face. "I'll make you feel better."

What came next isn't something I'd wish on anyone. After a sharp snap from Yukimura's fingers, Toshiro and the other man grabbed my legs and pulled them apart in opposite directions. I tried kicking my legs but I was too far gone to even focus on my physical self.

How many drugs had Yukimura given to me? They were working so fast! I let my head drop back against the fence and my limbs fall limp. I couldn't even feel my bleeding hand anymore. I was too tired to fight.

When I tried to speak, inaudible words and groans filled my mouth. Yukimura smirked and then took my breasts in his hands, massaging them. I could feel my face heat up.

"Blushing, are we? Do you like this, Asuka-chan?"Yukimura questioned, lifting my shirt up and pulling my strapless bra up with it. He, along with Toshiro and their accomplice were quiet for a moment, taking in the sites of my somewhat nude body and basking in the ambiance of this perverted situation. "Very nice. Very, very nice for a little girl…"I wanted to hate his touch, but the drugs coaxed me into thinking that his touch was alright—that his touch belonged to Hwoarang…

Hands pinched her nipples with extreme force and tugged at them, emitting a moan from Asuka, both from pain and pleasure. She could feel a hot mouth trail her stomach and so many hands caressing her inner thighs. Who did they belong to? Hwoarang? Then the touches stopped, but only for a moment. His mouth kissed her lips, licking them. Then he kissed her other set of lips, tonguing it feverishly. She wanted to touch his hair, pull it, and run her fingers through it— anything! She just couldn't move her hands…

"Mmm, Asuka…who knew such a sour girl could taste so sweet." "Hwoarang" murmured, sucking on her center. A small sheepish giggle, slipped from Asuka's mouth. That little joke was cute. She pressed her hips forward and felt her man slide his tongue in and out of her. She was willing to give anything to "Hwoarang".

"Ahhhh—Hwoarang-kun, don't stop, please…"she purred. Abruptly, "Hwoarang" stopped and chuckled. His voice was coated with vicious intent. "You little slut…"

I regained some consciousness from my fantasy world to see Yukimura's face adorned with a scowl. I looked to either side of me and saw Toshiro and another man. I wasn't with Hwoarang…

"You fucked him, didn't you?" Yukimura asked me. I watched as he began to undo his belt.

"I'll make sure you'll never say his name again…"

HWOARANG

I was really getting into a serious groove with my dance partners. They pounce, I kick. They punch, I kick. They try anything, I kick. The club patrons had created a circle around the scrimmage. I felt like a gladiator whose only way out of the fight was to win. I was on my last guy when suddenly he pulled a gun out on me. "Playtimes over, How-A-Wrong!" he said cocking it.

"Man, my name's Hwoarang!" I said, kicking the gun out of the man's hand and then running to door I saw Asuka and that guy walk out of.

Without hesitation everyone scattered, running for any near exits. I knew it wouldn't be long until the guy caught up with me. I saw him try to find his gun and took that as a chance to run through the door I stopped in my tracks when I saw the hallway. On the wall were several dents and smudged makeup. I could even smell some perfume… Cherry Blossoms! Asuka was here, but what the hell happened? On the floor was a stick. I squatted to retrieve it and after briefly examining it, I realized it was the heel of a stiletto. (Hate to admit it, but considering the amount of women I've had identifying the "stick" wasn't a hard task.) In addition to that, I saw some vomit with traces of blood in it. What the hell happened back here?

Because I was so deep in thought, I almost forgot about my Tekkenshu friend, who just came bursting through the door, without his gun. I scoffed at the sight.

"Lose your gun, eh?"I taunted.

The man remained silent and stood in a stance I going to go out on a limb and say was his invitation for me to kick his ass. The man was the same height as me but his muscles were huge. I knew he was going to be a bit of a problem.

After exchanging blows, the man somehow got behind me and began to choke me out. He was squeezing my neck so tight I thought my head out pop off, like the cap on top of a champagne bottle. I threw my weight back against him, slamming him against a wall. To get me off her tried ramming me against a wall, but I stopped myself with my foot. Using the wall as a launch pad, I propelled us both back against the EXIT door and it flew right open.

We landed outside on hard concrete and the man's wind was knocked right out of his lungs. His arms uncoiled from my neck and I quickly got up and kicked him in the face before he could even think about moving.

"Ha! How's that foot taste?" I asked brushing my hands and then looking up to see something that made my usual strong legs feel like Jello. "My God…" I whispered.

I saw these men holding Asuka's legs wide open, her chest exposed, her thighs and torso covered in a mix of bruises and hickeys. From the palm of her hand to her armpit was a trail of blood. She looked like a sexually assaulted leopard.

With his pants hanging off his ass, was a guy I assumed to be the ring leader of this sick circus.

"Welcome to the party, gaijin!" he said. "I'm Yukimura. These are my friends Nagano and Toshiro. I believe you've already met Asuka." He added, gesturing toward the small Japanese girl I found myself wanting to die for.

"Hwoarang-kun…"Asuka sang. Although her eyes appeared glazed over with despair, her voice was filled with happiness to see me.

"Give me the girl and I'd let you bastards live!"I threatened, ready to kick these guys' asses even if they did let me have Asuka. I was going to make them pay!

Toshiro and Nagano dropped Asuka's legs, and stood beside Yukimura who buttoned his jeans. I was going to kill these bastards.

Nagano and Toshiro were easily disposed of. Yukimura tried to pull a move on me by pulling out a hunting knife that was already covered in Asuka's blood, but I snatched it out of his hand and then broke his hand. I reverted back to my military training and twisted Yukimura's arm behind his back, forcing him to his knees. I then grabbed a belt from the ground and looped around his neck, strangling him. After a short struggle, Yukimura's hands and head dropped. To make sure the bastard was really out; I grabbed a fistful of his greasy hair, lifted his head and then slammed his face back into the gravel.

After retrieving the hunting knife, I went over to Asuka and looked at her. Aside from one bruise, her face was left unscathed. I took in her beautiful face and stroked her flushed cheek. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead. I knew I shouldn't take advantage of her, but I knew one little kiss wouldn't do her any harm. I carefully lifted Asuka's chin and kissed her plush pink lips. During the kiss, my lips curled into somewhat of a smile. I didn't taste anything, but Asuka. Sweet, sweet Asuka Kazama. Ignoring her bare chest, I held Asuka's face in my hands and she responded with a hum of approval. She moved her lips slowly, but I could feel the passion pressing against my mouth.

I lifted my hands to her shirt fixed it. Hunting knife in hand, I cut Asuka free of her restraints and instantly she fell into my arms.

"Thank you, Hwoarang-kun." Asuka cooed, looking like a little girl who just met a superhero. "My arms were getting tired." I half laughed, half sighed as I scooped Asuka up like a baby in my arms. She felt so hot, she was running a fever. She must have been drugged, there's no way when she could have been beaten like this. She could have taken those guys!

I began walking back inside the club.

"Hwoa…rang," Asuka whispered, placing her bloody hand on my cheek. "Yes," my voice was as low as hers.

"Do it again."

I was so confused. "Do what again, Asuka?"

She giggled. "Your mouth—Do it again."

"You mean a kiss?"

"No…you were down there earlier. Don't you remember?"

I stopped walking and looked down at Asuka's skirt. I swallowed hard. Yukimura, that bastard! I looked back at Asuka's face and she looked elated. I continued to walk despite the numb feeling that came over my heart.

"What else did 'I' do, Asuka?" I reluctantly asked, worried about the answer I might get.

"Nothing…you stopped."

A wave of relief washed over me.

"…but in my dream last night, you kept going. 'Come for me, Asuka' you said, but I didn't understand why you wanted me to come…I was already with you." Asuka added a look of bewilderment contorting her face. I actually laughed some this time. She so naïve and inexperienced.

"And you're with me now…" I spoke kissing Asuka's forehead.

I walked into the main room of the club and it was empty, except for the occasional Tekkenshu lackey lying on the floor. I heard the hum of a helicopter and all of a sudden, the door burst open and glass from the ceiling windows crashed over my head as Tekkenshu soldiers invade the club. Before any could catch me, I quickly ran out of a different exit and ran to the back of the club where I left my bike.

I sat Asuka on the back half of the motorcycle seat and and sat in front of her. Asuka held on to me, but not tight enough because when I revved up the motorcycle, Asuka fell off and hit her head on the pavement. "Aiii!" she yelped grabbing her head.

"Shit, Asuka!" I exclaimed, turning off the bike and picking the girl off the ground.

"You idiot!" she yelled. "you dropped me…"

"You should have held—sigh—I'm sorry."

Arguing wasn't going to help the situation.

If I couldn't put her on my bike I would have to walk. I had to get away from this club or the Tekkenshu would catch us. I remembered the train station several miles from here and began walking.

After walking a couple miles I received a phone call. I stopped and sat Asuka down on the sidewalk.

"He-Hello?"a small, shaken voice spoke.

"What?"

"Hello, Hwoarang-kun, its Hatsumi."

"What? I don't really have time to flirt right now."

"No, I'm not calling for that. I'm trying to find Asuka! After the Tekkenshu came everyone ran out and I can't find Asuka. Daisuke and I would have tried looking for her, but Daisuke got hurt. Have you seen her?"

I smiled at Asuka who was looking more heated and sick by the second.

"Yeah, she's with me. She's safe now"

"Oh, thank God! I was so worried the Tekkenshu hurt her. I mean, they're everywhere! They're even here at the hospital"

Shit! So much for taking Asuka there.

"Hwoarang, can you take care of Asuka for us?"

"I will."

After the phone call I found the train station. People stared at me, Asuka and our bloody bodies. I saw a couple using their cell phones to make phone calls, most likely to the police, but I didn't care. My main priority was to get Asuka back to my apartment and fixing her…