The First Crack in the Metal

**Chapter Ten**

The Metal Hardens



The knock came late into the night, rousing Hwoarang from a half smoke induced sleep. Ling had left sometime ago, giving the Blood Talon nothing but time to think on his revelations and the impact it would have on his life, his soul. Even Chang was at a loss, after several hours of phoning. His best friend, the only one besides Ling to be privileged to the knowledge of his relationship with Jin always saw to the heart of him, even through business and designs for the street gang. It was comforting to think someone out there really understood him.



Now, he flipped on the light and shook his head clear of the herbal fog, listening as the knock fell again. “Who the fuck?” He hissed rushing his fingers through his errant copper tendrils as he rose to answer the call.



As the portal parted, Jin was standing there, head down, not strong enough to raise his eyes and meet the amber gaze that held him. He had been walking through the night, trying to meet himself in the haze of thoughts, trying to clear away this impending sense of fate that would not let him rest. That is how he came to Hwoarangs door…as he did two years before at the third installment of the King of Iron Fist tournament. He had been seeking escape then, as he sought it now.



Hwoarang stepped aside as Jin finally looked up, tired and careworn with such a heavy burden on those strong shoulders. The Japanese beauty said nothing as he entered, hearing the click of the lock behind him. He slowly unzipped his jacket as he drew toward the leather couch, tossing the material, not caring where it fell.



“Jin?” Hwoarang said, holding those tormented sable depths. He read that gaze, the feeling in his gut he was learning to listen to.



The Japanese youth said nothing as he removed the t shirt he had been wearing beneath the jacket, letting it free of his grasp onto the floor. He didn’t have to say a word. Hwoarang knew…the Blood Talon understood why he was here, what he needed. An anchor to help him port in the storm, a beacon to guide him through the fog…an anguish that would set him free, help him ground himself…before he crashed onto the jagged rocks.



Jin stepped into the bedroom and Hwoarang held his gaze down at the abandoned shirt before following the Japanese youth. There was no need for light, what sliver of the moon outside of the Koreans window gave enough luminescence to see what he needed to see.



Jin was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed, dark eyes turned up to hold the Blood Talons entry. Hwoarang drew toward his lover, one hand resting on Jins shoulder before letting itself taste that curved spine. Fingers reached up, unbuttoning the overly tight jeans as that warm, soft mouth pressed against a perfectly taut torso. It was bliss, the sensation of those warm, feathery kisses to his skin…one hand found its way to the Japanese beautys thick mane, entwining the ebony tendrils as a soft sigh left the Koreans lips. The soft sensation lasted only a moment before Hwoarang found himself stepping out of his jeans, firm hands at his hips, drawing his already swollen length into a hot, welcoming mouth.



Hwoarang moaned, head tilting back as he felt that delicious slick muscle wind like a top around every quivering inch. Hot succor to replace the cool sensation of that rich teasing motion…greedy hands pulling the Blood Talons hips closer, making that delicious length side down a thirsty throat.



Jins fingers wound around the tightening sac between Hwoarangs thighs, cupping the jewels for a long appraising moment, as though nothing more precious had ever crossed his palm.



The Koreans hand slipped up from Jins back to lift that angular chin, lowering himself down to taste those parted lips. He felt his beauty open for him, eager and ready to dance those slick muscles together, hungry for the taste as though Jin had been starving.



Hwoarang moaned past those silk petals, feeling the dance of tongues heat his skin, his senses alive till he could taste Jins need between them. It was surrender…on both sides, desire so thick and heavy it weighed against burning flesh, growing more intense with each hot lap Jin pressed against the Blood Talons mouth.



Jin slowly rose, grasping Hwoarangs body to help bring him upright, pressing his skin to the Blood Talons like a willing sacrifice on the alter. He could feel his aching desire against a sharp pelvic bone…the saliva slick shaft that brushed his skin, resting with the crown against his torso.



“Please.” Jin said in a soft whisper, breaking the kiss, eyes heavy lidded in desire. It was the only word he could bring himself to say as panting breath left those already swollen lips. He needed to feel possessed, safe…free from his agony with the promise of what Hwoarang could give to him. It was a submission so pure, so complete, Jin swore he could not live without it.



“Alright.” Hwoarang said, wanting to say so much more. Jin drew onto the bed, bringing himself down on all fours, head bowed toward the coverlet as he felt the Blood Talons hands spread him open.



Hwoarangs tongue found its way down such an enticing cleft to the ring of muscle that awaited him. He drank in the musky scent of his lovers core. He had lubricant now, had taken the time to buy it…but something that artificial would never touch Jin. This was more intimate, to taste his lover there, to slick the portal for the entrance soon to come. Jins scent was perfume to his senses, intoxicating and heavy…and he could taste the desperation, the need in his lover like a Lion telling the direction of elusive, wounded prey in the wind. That warm, whet mouth enveloped Jins entrance, tongue parting the velvet walls. Nothing was as sweet, as satisfying to Hwoarangs senses…and his need was like a double edged blade…



Hwoarang lifted his lips slowly, holding Jin open to him as he pressed his hips upward, the sharp of his sword pressing with perfect aim at the target. His hands left those firm globes, one resting on Jins back, the other at his lovers hip.



With a soft long breath, Jin felt Hwoarang press into him, sheath himself in the warm slick depths that pleaded to be filled. He cried out softly at the first stab of pain their joining always brought…a dark need fulfilled in a single moment of time. Everything he needed, the Korean beauty gave to him…with an inner knowledge that would have been frightening if Jin took the time to think about it.



“Jin-Kun” Hwoarang hissed, feeling those velvet walls swallow him whole, clench around him as though it was salvation itself. He kept himself there, still and aching till he felt the give of those muscles tell him he could move.



Jin cried out again, his lips releasing a need only his lover could understand. He felt the Blood Talon move inside of him, spiral against his walls and pressure the hot treasure inside of that tensed body. “Hwoarang!”



The Blood Talon grasped Jin by the waist with both hands, forcing the Japanese beauty to rise to his knees and press his back against the wall of the Koreans torso, their joining so much deeper now, pressing that eager crown up at an angle into Jins body.



The Japanese beauty grasped the hands about his waist and let his head fall back on Hwoarangs shoulder. The soft gauze that met him made him wince.



“Seung.” The Korean whispered against the shell of Jins ear. Reminding his lover that the name of the game had changed, reinforcing it with the torment of stillness. “Do not forget the name I have burned into your body, Jin.”



Jin was at the edge of tears, his body quivering as Hwoarang held him so tightly, so closely. “Seung.” he choked out, entwining his fingers through the Koreans. “Please.” he begged, not giving a damn anymore about the play of dominance and submission, the will to fight had long left him.



“Please what, Jin-Kun…” Hwoarang whispered as his lips fastened against the skin of his lovers neck, at the join of the shoulder. His teeth grazed the heated flesh.



“Take it away from me.” Jin cried out…and for a moment, Hwoarang thought he could taste tears in those words.



“Take what away from you, baby?” He asked, but he already knew the answer.



“The pain.” Jin whispered, their bodies no longer separated by a wall of clothing, a wall of protection from each other…but made one. Made whole. “Take it away from me…and give me…what I need. Please.”



Hwoarang was finding it difficult to remain still for much longer. Those walls were clenching around him, trying to push the obtrusive length from Jins body. “Tell me..what you need, Jin-Kun…”



“Love me…because your love hurts me. It makes me real, Seung. Do not make me beg again…not tonight.” Jin said, his head falling downward though Hwoarang kept his body too tight to flee. Jin was crying.



The Blood Talon felt his throat clench, his eyes closing tightly against Jins skin. He did love him….loved Jin in a way he swore he had never…and would never love another…but his Japanese beauty needed this…and if in no other way, he would not leave Jin unsatisfied.



Hwoarang sent the first, heavy thrust into that gripping core, making Jin lose his breath at the sensation. It was agony…and ecstasy rolled into a simple, easy movement. Jins fingers twisted around the Koreans but never losing grasp. Not even when Hwoarang released Jins body, did the Japanese youth let go, bringing the Blood Talon into a hasty posture to remain half upright. Their connection of hands was intimate…and Hwoarang could not give Jin what he needed, not in this position.



The Korean withdrew slowly as Jin let free a growl of frustration. “Roll over, onto your back, baby.”



Jins fingers never left his as his lover moved, legs spread open and bent until he felt the heat of Hwoarangs flesh nestle between his thighs. Two hands entwined now as the Blood Talon pressed Jins arms into the mattress.



He thrust into that welcoming heat with a fast, fevered pace, a mewl of anguish rolling past Jins lips. What lubrication had been present was dry now…making entry a second time more painful…and precise to what his lover desired.



For a long moment there was nothing but heated breaths exchanging, intermingling. Jin rocked in heavy counterthrust to the agony, pressuring his nails into the Koreans knuckles. “More…Seung” He shivered.



The Blood Talon took those parted lips with his own, shaking when he felt the brush of Jins tongue, the salt of his lovers tears reach the corners of his lips. He pressed deeper into Jins body, arching at a sharp angle as ankles wrapped around his back, crossed and drawing the Korean deeper in.



Hwoarang thrust with punishing speed, feeling the hot leak of Jin crown against his torso. Each motion pressed the muscles of his torso against the rigid flesh as the bed bounced back against him. The pace was crushing bordering on punishing. Each heavy moan that pressed from the corners of Jins mouth was a cool drink to Hwoarangs spirit.



The Korean ripped his lips from Jins, looking down into the moonlit shine of his lovers shimmering eyes. Nothing had ever been so beautiful..and in that beauty was an agony…a burden so heavy, Hwoarang felt pressured beneath it.



“Seung!” Jin cried out, his lips free of entanglement, his body heaving in response to every painful, agonizing thrust. He felt himself nearly torn in two…and in that sensation was a freedom he could never know without it. “More! Please…”



Hwoarang pressed Jins hands deeper into the bed, arching himself to a nearly upright position, sending his length pistoning inside of his lovers body. The copper scent of blood filled his senses. Any more and he would hurt his lover in a way he never had before…



One hand freed itself from Jins fingers, grasping the back of the Japanese beautys neck and drawing it upward. He buried his lips in that skin and bit down to stifle his own cries, already growing so close. Jin knew what to do, coning his fingers around his own length and stroking in time with every thrust, spine tilted upright as he felt sharp teeth against his neck. “Seung…baka…” He managed in a whimper, rocked into oblivion as he thumbed cruelly over the rosy, pleading crown that slicked beneath every touch.



If it was Jins blood that made him feel his lover deep inside, Hwoarang would drink every last drop. He felt the skin give way like butter beneath a hot knife…and his mouth was overrun with the copper tang of it. Hot suction of his lips drew the essence into his senses, taking Jins blood into his body…



The Koreans thrusts hit deep inside of Jin as the heavy sent of ozone began to fill the air between two bodies. “Control it.” Hwoarang hissed, lifting his lips long enough to let the words free before returning to the crisp taste of blood at Jins shoulder.



Jin closed his eyes, ripe in the throes of passion. The fatal lightning sparked but dissipated…as he gave himself up, open to each punishing blow inside of his core. “Seung…” He let free as Hwoarang released his lips once more…looking deep into Jins eyes as one hand freed itself and took over the length his lover so furiously pumped.



“Not yet….” Hwoarang hissed, his lips red with blood. He arched against Jins body, pressing himself deep, crown bruising the buried treasure deep inside his lovers core. The agony was tangible, as was the pleasure…and the Blood Talon let himself release hot lava against Jins prostate, overwhelming the Japanese beauty with the dark flash of pleasure.



Hwoarang felt Jin milk him as he released the pulsing vein along the underside of his lovers length. His desire left Jins body as his lips covered over the rosy crown that pleaded for freedom. He gave hot suck, stroking that thick length into his lips.



“Seung!” Jin cried out in a rhythmic explosion, his hips propelling his shaft deeper into the Blood Talons mouth. Heavy bands of seed left him, swallowed into the constricting muscles that milked him.



Hwoarang did not stop until every last drop was swallowed into his senses, mixing slick with blood until he was heavy with it. He lifted tainted lips and licked them clean before taking Jins mouth, tasting sweat and tears mingle in that hot kiss, mingling with blood and lust…until the cocktail between them was tainted with a sin so deep it could never be cleansed.



The Blood Talon lifted up slowly, his free hand raising and brushing across Jins sweat soaked forehead. There were no words to say, no exchanges to be made. Only sable and amber locked into a single fire, a single moment that left two separate bodies shivering and weak against each other.



**



Jin sat at the edge of the bed as Hwoarang slept beside him, careful to remove the arm that draped over his shoulder. His body was sore and dehydrated, every sensation mingling in the fire of coming dawn. How peaceful the Blood Talon looked, kissed by the dawns rays…it made the Japanese youth want to wake his lover from such a sound embrace and declare every thought that went through his mind.



The pressure was alleviated now, broken like a dam beneath every painful thrust. It was the only thing that kept him sane, kept him alert. And even now, Jin could have professed a love that would have changed his life…if he did not fear what such a thing would tear him apart.



He rose slowly, making a concerted effort not to wake his sleeping lover. The scent of their lust still permeated the room, sinking into the sheets, giving Steve something to scent the next time the boxer found himself entwined in the linens.



Jin stepped out of the bedroom and gathered his clothing, dressing quickly to hide the shame in his need. He gave a long look back through the apartment as he closed the door behind him and stepped out into the dawn.



Jin found his way to his motel room, tired and aching, still unsure about anything but his aim to find sleep. When he opened the door, someone was waiting for him.



“I followed you to his home.” Came the soft words that awoke Jins mind from reverie.



“You followed me?” was all Jin could manage as he closed the door behind him, coming to sit before Kazuya, who rested in a worn down chair.



“Yes. I followed your scent late into the night…until it changed. I know what it is you have done, Jin.” Kazuya said with stone set eyes, partial and judgmental.



“I have done nothing!” Jin retorted sharply with guilt. Why would his father follow him…



“Nothing but found comfort in the arms of your lover. At first, I thought the angst you expressed at the gathering was one of disgust, of rivalry toward the Korean. But I see where that feeling truly translates..and it is to the arms of another male…to taint your flesh in such an unspeakable way.”



Jin was wide eyed, searching Kazuyas eyes. “I do not make apologies for who I am.”



“You should try…” the Younger Mishima hissed, hardening his jaw. “This is not the path I would have chosen for you, nor the path your mother would have allowed. It is disgusting to have another of your gender above you in the bed you share…to taste from the flesh of a beast that bears two backs.”



“I love him. I have loved him and will always love him, no matter the cost to me.” Jin hissed in vengeance and defiance. It had been so long since he admitted the truth to himself that it was painful to hear…but still incredibly accurate. Even if Hwoarang did not love him back.



“And it will cost you, more than you could know.” Kazuya said with a dark hiss. “I thought it might have been the blackness that lives within you, seeking such a dark pleasure. But then, I could taste it was not him, but you.” That left eye began to glow. “You wear the scent of his release all around you…with pride.”



Jin stood, looking to his father. “Do not mock who I am, father. Though it may not be your lifestyle, he is the one I chose…I will not forsake him, in body or in being. Nothing you say will change my course…”



“Nothing, Jin? I would not be so sure about that.” Kazuya rose, shedding his elegant nature for a darker, more comfortable fit. “You would be a fool to think you could love this wretch, this Korean street rat…to sully the respect of your parents in the name of this disgusting..habit. You may claim to love, but the devil only knows hate. Yes, Jin. I see that look in your eyes.” Kazuya removed his sun glasses, facing off against Jin, his left eye glittering.



“What did you say?” The Japanese youth hissed, his body going rigid, no longer tense in defiance but wound like steel at this forthcoming revelation.



“You squander the gifts you have been given to warm the sheets beneath you…your back was made to support the weight of your wings…not the pressure of your lover, forcing you down upon it.”



“How do you know about..this?” Jin could feel the rage like bile building inside of him, untrusting eyes holding Kazuyas. He knew, somehow, what the answer was…but he could not fathom to say it.



“Because I am your father…and I am also the Devil.” Kazuya said as plain as though he could have been speaking of global current events. “You are my son in more than just flesh, Jin. Our bond is deeper because you carry the other half of my curse.”



“It can not be.” But it was. Jin wanted to back away, to flee and find safety. But there was no safety, no running from his self, his truth. “That is how you live…that is why you are not dead.”



“Yes, Jin. Very astute.” Kazuya half smiled. Jin could feel the Devil looking at him from that tainted glowing left eye. It made him feel…nauseas.



“And my mother…did she know…of your curse?” He asked, his voice shaking.



“She did. But not until after you were already growing in her belly. There was hope this would pass you, or so she believed…but in her heart, she knew better.” Kazuya did not bother trying to lie to Jin. It was obvious the boy had been fooled enough in his 21 years. Perhaps that was the reason his son found the comfort in the arms of another man…there was no illusion with that. Disgusting as it was. “So you see, Jin. You can never truly love…to love, one must know your secrets…and to know your secrets will reign down death. This lifestyle, this affair, these delusions of love are a filth to be cleansed…and you will stop them now and never again follow that path.”



Jin hardened his eyes, feeling his rage build at the judgment passed on him…at the realization his curse was given to him, not something that came as punishment. Respect turned to hatred. “Would you be saying that…if my lover was a woman, you bastard?”



Kazuya narrowed his eyes. “You will watch your tone to me, Kazama Jin. You tread a dangerous ground to turn blood into venom.” Things were turning volatile, quickly. Why did the devil inside of Jin not show himself as the emotions escalated?



//Because you fool, his Kazama blood gives him strength of spirit, unlike you. She balances his darkness in the memory of her genetics, even now that bitch stands between what we want. Of all the worthless vessels in Japan to spill seed into, you had to pick that one..//



Jin could feel the Devil slaking beneath his fathers flesh and it made the hairs on his body rise like the charge of lightning in the air. “Get out of my room.” He hissed, letting his leg fall back into a shotokan karate stance.



//If we are to take what belongs to us, we will take what belongs to him first. Let us waste no more time here, Kazuya. The whelp will learn what it is to defy the devil.//



Kazuya regained his sunglasses and jacket. “Then, my son. You have made your choice. We will settle this in typical family tradition. I will see you in the tournament.”



“Not unless I see you there, first.” Jin said, fingers tense and ready to strike against his own father. What was the price of the curse of his life…but to turn blood from blood, love to hate…and anger into devilry.