Shadows of the Zaibatsu

Hwoarang had been gone for over a day now. That was strange... he had been so eager the last few months, and now, nowhere. Jin frowned. When he had showered after the tournament fight, he had been looking forward to nailing that gorgeous redhead's ass again, but when he came back out, he was told Hwoarang had left the property. Then this day, nothing.

He hadn't been in the mood for much entertainment the day after, so after a few hours of training and eating, he figured he could just as well have an extended audience session. Maybe something would happen that could cheer him up.

A short employee hurried up the carpet. Once he stopped in front of the throne, he bowed deeply. "Kazama-sama, we have received news that a woman had visited Hwoarang at the police station before the Tekken force brought him here. The woman fits the description of Kazama Jun."

Jin gawked. That wasn't possible! Clenching his jaw demonstratively back shut, he quirked a brow. "What makes you think it could be her? She was killed by Toshin years ago!" He answered with annoyance.

"There was a witness. We aren't entirely sure, but we see it as a possibility." The man bowed again, apologetically this time. "The witness claims that the woman introduced herself as Kazama Jun, and she and Hwoarang had a disagreement about you, sir."

Okay, now things were really getting strange. But why would someone introduce themselves by that name, just out of the blue? At least this demanded closer investigation. "What kind of disagreement?" He asked insistently.

"We are preparing a report of what the witness said, but from what I understand, the woman asked him about his feelings toward you and he became... aggravated." The employee furrowed his brow in thought, but stayed quiet, waiting expectantly for orders.

"Find her." Jin insisted sternly. "Whether that woman is Kazama Jun or not, she should be brought here. That is a priority assignment. Use whatever resources necessary. Understood?"

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Sleepy indeed. Kazuya had brought Hwoarang to his limousine, and the Korean had quickly fallen asleep against him. It took a while to get comfortable about that young body up so close, but he had been turned on already before they left the Chang residence.

The redhead had mumbled some more nonsense before passing out, but Kazuya didn't bother putting much effort into interpreting it. What mattered was that Hwoarang was the person he sought to carry out his plan. A top-notch martial artist with special forces experience and a proven ability to sneak into the Zaibatsu property. In addition, someone who his sources told him might even be allowed right in. It didn't get much better than that.

Strangely enough, this required Kazuya being nice for a change. It was hard for him, but he had tried already at Julia's place. He kept himself in the mood in the car by gently caressing Hwoarang's cheek and leather-covered back, and when they got back, he had taken the young Korean to his own quarters. Less than half an hour later, he had been fucking the redhead senseless.

With a content sigh, the Mishima pulled his underwear back on, a hand gently tracing Hwoarang's naked thigh. His gaze wandered over the garments discarded all over the floor, then smirked as he turned to look at the Korean's face. "Now that's what I call a good time." He said, trying to sound appreciative.

The dark Korean eyes locked on him and after a moment of just staring, his mouth turned down in a frown. "Where are you going, Kazuya?"

Kazuya rubbed his eyes, then fixed his bedmate a sleepy gaze. "To bed. It's past three in the morning, and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." He paused to smirk, running a hand up Hwoarang's side. "You should probably get some sleep too."

Hwoarang caught the hand and brought it to his lips. He placed a couple idle kisses on the palm and then let out a slow sigh as his gaze drifted off to somewhere on the wall. After a few blinks, he was beginning to look tired again, as if being reminded of it made it so. "Why can't you sleep here?"

What was a considerate way of saying he liked sleeping alone? The Japanese thought of that for a moment, not wanting to say anything that'd reduce his chances of convincing the youngster the day after. "I may get called out to do things during the night or early morning. You deserve a good night of sleep. I don't want to disturb you."

"I won't bother you." The Korean let go of the hand and let his head fall back against the pillow. "I won't hog the blankets or anything... Please?"

With a reluctant smile, Kazuya moved himself further up Hwoarang's body, sitting down next to the chest. As he brought his hand up to gently graze the Korean's cheek, he spoke softly. "You won't bother me, but you'll be woken up much earlier than you should."

With a content smile, Hwoarang wrapped an arm around the older man's waist. His eyes gradually began to drift closed. "I'm not as weak as I looked tonight. I just had a bad day... I can stand waking up a little earlier than normal without breaking, so lay down."

Kazuya gazed over at his jacket. Something didn't seem right about going to sleep with two loaded guns in there and a freaked out youngster in the room, but there was probably no reason to worry. He climbed back up on the bed, sitting next to Hwoarang and running a hand into the red hair. "I know you're not weak. In fact, I think you and I should help each other."

After a moment of silence, the redhead suddenly laughed and stretched out on his back. His eyes remained closed, but he spoke somewhat coherently. "Are you trying to tell me I have to sell my soul if I don't want to sleep alone?"

The Japanese smirked. "Your soul would be nice, young man. That wasn't quite what I had in mind, though, but we'll discuss it again tomorrow when your mind has cleared up." He laid down, gently cradling Hwoarang's head against his chest, stroking the red hair softly.

"Do you think Master will be ashamed of me? I failed to kill her..." Despite the question, Hwoarang's breathing evened out. He had fallen asleep.


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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260