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Tekken of the Damned
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Category:
+S through Z › Tekken
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,602
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Tekken, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Tekken of the Damned
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, nor will I ever. Tekken belongs to Namco, I'm just using their characters to write a fic, so don't sue me (I'm too poor). Although, I wouldn't mind owning Jin, Hwoarang, Bryan, and Steve.
Chapter 1: Very Fuckable
By: Silvius
Hwoarang pushed his tongue playfully into Jin’s mouth. Jin’s tongue played back. Hwoarang soon tore at Jin’s shirt; eventually he got tired of the struggle and ripped it off. He took off his own shirt, disconnecting from the kiss for a second, only to plunge his tongue into his rival’s mouth once again. He reached for Jin’s belt, but it eluded him. Hwoarang disconnected from the kiss and made his way down Jin’s chest. He had found his lover’s belt buckle, and pulled it off without hesitation. Jin’s pants practically dropped to the floor with little help. Without a downward glance, Hwoarang’s pants disappeared from sight off the bed. Hwoarang reached for Jin’s crotch, which he noticed had straightened from a bulge to a spike in his black boxers. Jin let out a small gasping moan upon the removal of his boxers. Jin’s manhood stood erect in its full beauty. Hwoarang flung his own boxers off the bed without hesitation. Hwoarang’s length also marveled at the open space it had been granted. Hwoarang laid down next to Jin and looked into his milk chocolate brown eyes. Jin and Hwoarang’s lips became one once again… then the alarm went off.
Hwoarang rolled over and hit the alarm clock, but it didn’t stop making noise; so he hit it again, and again. A loud crash awoke Jin. Hwoarang was angry at the interruption of his dream.
“What was that?!” Jin practically yelled.
“Umm, nothing Jin, go back to sleep.” Hwoarang said trying to sooth his lover back to sleep.
“Where is my alarm clock?” Jin spoke with a tone of sadness in his voice. He noticed the pile of his alarm clock in the corner of the room. “Hwoarang….” Jin pouted. “What did you do to my alarm?” Hwoarang was gone into the bathroom before Jin could say anything else.
Once out of the bathroom, Hwoarang flopped down in front of the TV. Jin made his way to the couch as well. Hwoarang turned on the television and started flipping through countless channels, before the outburst “Why the hell isn’t any channels working.”
All of a sudden someone started pounding on the door. Hwoarang and Jin both looked at it. Hwoarang got up and walked over to the entrance, the person on the other side didn’t stop pounding. “I’m coming!!” He yelled, very annoyed. He had no more than unlocked it when Steve Fox pushed his way into the apartment.
“Oi, I’m so glad you mates are here! I’d no place else to go, my flat is infested!” Steve said looking very stressed out.
“Infested?” Hwoarang and Jin both said in confusion.
Steve just looked at them with a giant, gaping mouth. “Bloody hell, are you two daft to all that has happened?” Jin and Hwoarang just stared at him. “Umm… now how to say this, well the dead have risen…” Steve laughed as soon as the words had left his lips.
Hwoarang smirked, “Steve think about how many people we know that have “died” at one time or another, only to still be alive; hell, Jin was shot in the head, and he’s still alive and very fuckable.” Hwoarang smirked again. Jin wasn’t paying attention to realize what the Korean had said.
Jin was back at the couch flipping through channels, still not finding any that were still on-the-air. Hwoarang made his way to the window in the living room. His mouth dropped as the view he had known was now full of chaos; fires had broken out, buildings lie in ruin, and people were running around all over the place. The red-head just stared out from the twenty story window out at what was once a very beautiful scene.
Jin and Steve soon joined him at the window; all three stared into the ruins of the city. Hwoarang put his arm around Jin, and Jin rested his head on Hwoarang’s shoulder.
“Well, there is only one thing left to do.” Hwoarang said with a fierceness in his voice.
“What?” Jin and Steve said in unison.
“We must find our friends and get to a safer place!” He practically yelled, while clenching his fists.
“I just got here mate, and I’m not leaving.” Steve said annoyed.
“Fine, we’ll rest tonight and head out tomorrow.” Hwoarang said. “We also need to get supplies before we leave.”
The three nodded; then Hwoarang looked around and with a grin said, “Well, who’s is up for a threesome?” He laughed.
Jin and Steve looked at each other. Hwoarang spoke again, “Come on, we’ll be facing life and death conditions tomorrow, let’s have one night of steamy fun!”
Hwoarang walked into the bedroom silently, Steve and Jin followed. Hwoarang was naked by the time the other two had entered the room. He grabbed Jin and playfully pushed his tongue into the other man’s mouth, déjà vu, he thought. Steve undressed as this was happening, then got behind Jin and started undressing him as the Japanese male fought for control over his mouth; Hwoarang’s tongue invading and dominating as much as it could. Hwoarang laid on the bed and motioned for Jin to come with; Jin teased Hwoarang with his tongue, lashing it across the tip and finally taking it in. Steve noticed the lube on the dresser and at the same time had started rubbing the brunette’s entrance. He inserted one finger and then slowly moved it in and out. Hwoarang and Jin both moaned but Jin’s was drowned out by the Korean’s manhood. Hwoarang motioned for his lover to get up, then he faced Jin towards the bed, turned him around, and thrust his entire length into the brunette. Jin cringed and moaned at the same time. Steve kissed Jin while re-positioning himself in front of the uke; he then pushed Jin’s head down until the dark-haired man couldn’t take any more in. Hwoarang started slowly, but was soon thrusting to he point that Kazama started to gag. Jin took Steve’s hard length out of his mouth, turned around, and put his legs on Hwoarang’s shoulders; he then resumed his fierce thrusts. Steve took the lube and started massaging his length, while Jin and Hwoarang’s moans became more frequent and loud. Hwoarang finally came and moaned noisily. He laid down next to Jin on the bed and kissed him. Steve got up and took Hwoarang’s place, quickly starting up where the red-head left off. Jin moaned into Hwoarang’s mouth as the Korean smiled; he didn’t even need to open his eyes to realize what Steve was doing. Hwoarang reached down and started stroking Jin’s manhood, causing the Japanese man to moan loudly. Steve’s thrusts became more and more frequent, until he came; moaning all the while. Shortly after, Jin came shooting himself all over his chest. Hwoarang kissed Jin again, then looked at Steve. They smiled at each other; both knowing what the other was thinking.
Hwoarang walked out of the bedroom looking very pleased, followed by Steve who seemed equally satisfied; finally, Jin walked out holding his abused ass.
“Hey, since when did ‘threesome’ start meaning pass Jin around and take turns fucking him?” Jin said, realizing what just happened.
“That’s not what happened at all…” Hwoarang said with a smirk. “You simply have the tightest ass of the three of us.” He then looked at Steve who was smiling. “I told you he was very fuckable; anyway, I’m going to get some food.” Hwoarang smirked one last time as he opened the fridge. After eating, they all settled back into the bedroom and slept.
END OF CHAPTER
Hwoarang pushed his tongue playfully into Jin’s mouth. Jin’s tongue played back. Hwoarang soon tore at Jin’s shirt; eventually he got tired of the struggle and ripped it off. He took off his own shirt, disconnecting from the kiss for a second, only to plunge his tongue into his rival’s mouth once again. He reached for Jin’s belt, but it eluded him. Hwoarang disconnected from the kiss and made his way down Jin’s chest. He had found his lover’s belt buckle, and pulled it off without hesitation. Jin’s pants practically dropped to the floor with little help. Without a downward glance, Hwoarang’s pants disappeared from sight off the bed. Hwoarang reached for Jin’s crotch, which he noticed had straightened from a bulge to a spike in his black boxers. Jin let out a small gasping moan upon the removal of his boxers. Jin’s manhood stood erect in its full beauty. Hwoarang flung his own boxers off the bed without hesitation. Hwoarang’s length also marveled at the open space it had been granted. Hwoarang laid down next to Jin and looked into his milk chocolate brown eyes. Jin and Hwoarang’s lips became one once again… then the alarm went off.
Hwoarang rolled over and hit the alarm clock, but it didn’t stop making noise; so he hit it again, and again. A loud crash awoke Jin. Hwoarang was angry at the interruption of his dream.
“What was that?!” Jin practically yelled.
“Umm, nothing Jin, go back to sleep.” Hwoarang said trying to sooth his lover back to sleep.
“Where is my alarm clock?” Jin spoke with a tone of sadness in his voice. He noticed the pile of his alarm clock in the corner of the room. “Hwoarang….” Jin pouted. “What did you do to my alarm?” Hwoarang was gone into the bathroom before Jin could say anything else.
Once out of the bathroom, Hwoarang flopped down in front of the TV. Jin made his way to the couch as well. Hwoarang turned on the television and started flipping through countless channels, before the outburst “Why the hell isn’t any channels working.”
All of a sudden someone started pounding on the door. Hwoarang and Jin both looked at it. Hwoarang got up and walked over to the entrance, the person on the other side didn’t stop pounding. “I’m coming!!” He yelled, very annoyed. He had no more than unlocked it when Steve Fox pushed his way into the apartment.
“Oi, I’m so glad you mates are here! I’d no place else to go, my flat is infested!” Steve said looking very stressed out.
“Infested?” Hwoarang and Jin both said in confusion.
Steve just looked at them with a giant, gaping mouth. “Bloody hell, are you two daft to all that has happened?” Jin and Hwoarang just stared at him. “Umm… now how to say this, well the dead have risen…” Steve laughed as soon as the words had left his lips.
Hwoarang smirked, “Steve think about how many people we know that have “died” at one time or another, only to still be alive; hell, Jin was shot in the head, and he’s still alive and very fuckable.” Hwoarang smirked again. Jin wasn’t paying attention to realize what the Korean had said.
Jin was back at the couch flipping through channels, still not finding any that were still on-the-air. Hwoarang made his way to the window in the living room. His mouth dropped as the view he had known was now full of chaos; fires had broken out, buildings lie in ruin, and people were running around all over the place. The red-head just stared out from the twenty story window out at what was once a very beautiful scene.
Jin and Steve soon joined him at the window; all three stared into the ruins of the city. Hwoarang put his arm around Jin, and Jin rested his head on Hwoarang’s shoulder.
“Well, there is only one thing left to do.” Hwoarang said with a fierceness in his voice.
“What?” Jin and Steve said in unison.
“We must find our friends and get to a safer place!” He practically yelled, while clenching his fists.
“I just got here mate, and I’m not leaving.” Steve said annoyed.
“Fine, we’ll rest tonight and head out tomorrow.” Hwoarang said. “We also need to get supplies before we leave.”
The three nodded; then Hwoarang looked around and with a grin said, “Well, who’s is up for a threesome?” He laughed.
Jin and Steve looked at each other. Hwoarang spoke again, “Come on, we’ll be facing life and death conditions tomorrow, let’s have one night of steamy fun!”
Hwoarang walked into the bedroom silently, Steve and Jin followed. Hwoarang was naked by the time the other two had entered the room. He grabbed Jin and playfully pushed his tongue into the other man’s mouth, déjà vu, he thought. Steve undressed as this was happening, then got behind Jin and started undressing him as the Japanese male fought for control over his mouth; Hwoarang’s tongue invading and dominating as much as it could. Hwoarang laid on the bed and motioned for Jin to come with; Jin teased Hwoarang with his tongue, lashing it across the tip and finally taking it in. Steve noticed the lube on the dresser and at the same time had started rubbing the brunette’s entrance. He inserted one finger and then slowly moved it in and out. Hwoarang and Jin both moaned but Jin’s was drowned out by the Korean’s manhood. Hwoarang motioned for his lover to get up, then he faced Jin towards the bed, turned him around, and thrust his entire length into the brunette. Jin cringed and moaned at the same time. Steve kissed Jin while re-positioning himself in front of the uke; he then pushed Jin’s head down until the dark-haired man couldn’t take any more in. Hwoarang started slowly, but was soon thrusting to he point that Kazama started to gag. Jin took Steve’s hard length out of his mouth, turned around, and put his legs on Hwoarang’s shoulders; he then resumed his fierce thrusts. Steve took the lube and started massaging his length, while Jin and Hwoarang’s moans became more frequent and loud. Hwoarang finally came and moaned noisily. He laid down next to Jin on the bed and kissed him. Steve got up and took Hwoarang’s place, quickly starting up where the red-head left off. Jin moaned into Hwoarang’s mouth as the Korean smiled; he didn’t even need to open his eyes to realize what Steve was doing. Hwoarang reached down and started stroking Jin’s manhood, causing the Japanese man to moan loudly. Steve’s thrusts became more and more frequent, until he came; moaning all the while. Shortly after, Jin came shooting himself all over his chest. Hwoarang kissed Jin again, then looked at Steve. They smiled at each other; both knowing what the other was thinking.
Hwoarang walked out of the bedroom looking very pleased, followed by Steve who seemed equally satisfied; finally, Jin walked out holding his abused ass.
“Hey, since when did ‘threesome’ start meaning pass Jin around and take turns fucking him?” Jin said, realizing what just happened.
“That’s not what happened at all…” Hwoarang said with a smirk. “You simply have the tightest ass of the three of us.” He then looked at Steve who was smiling. “I told you he was very fuckable; anyway, I’m going to get some food.” Hwoarang smirked one last time as he opened the fridge. After eating, they all settled back into the bedroom and slept.
END OF CHAPTER