The First Crack in the Metal

**Chapter 12**
The Soul of the Maker Shares Destiny with the Sword


Jin stepped into the Club he had not entered in two years. It was the same garish parade, the strobing lights and grinding bodies. How different he had been then, how unencumbered and innocent. This had been the scene of his first kiss with Hwoarang and the place of near disaster the moment he spilled his love over lips too naïve to understand the repercussions.

Now, the Blood Talon was his guide back to this world. He had not wanted to attend but upon hearing both Julia and Ling had proclaimed victory over their opponents, he felt compelled. Jin knew Steve would be present as well. He had said little to the Korean when the word of Steve Fox victory had leaked forth. That was still a very sore area for discussion.

“Oh, my god. You’re here and its like déjà vu! You have been hiding out, naughty boy!” Ling said. She had been standing at the bar sipping a pink drink from a hurricane glass, nearly swearing her eyes had deceived her when she saw Hwoarang and Jin approach.

Jin smiled, despite himself. “I promised Hwoarang I would attend. I would be nothing if I did not keep my word.”

Ling rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay, that’s the motivation. Come on, Jin. I know you better than that.”

“Hey midget, don’t pick on him.” Hwoarang approached with a half cocked grin, drawing a cigarette to his lips. He was pleased to see her. The grounds she helped him break through, in Jins name, would never be something he would forget. She might be pushy, annoying and overly energetic, but she was still..almost…a friend.

Ling gave a sideways smile that spoke volumes, even in her uncharacteristic silence. “So, I beat the masked guy, King. Wow, that was a tough go of it. But, I am still alive for the quarterfinals and grandfather is so proud he is practically beaming!”

“Congratulations are in order.” Jin said, gentlemanly to the end.

“Well, since you put it that way, I think you should take a shot in my name! You to, Hwoarang.” Ling smiled, deviously. She turned her gaze for a moment to catch Julia and Steve grinding together with enough energy to run Tokyo city for a full night. She wondered silently how that made Hwoarang feel, she was not blind enough to believe the Korean held no feelings toward the boxer even though he had brazenly proclaimed his love for Jin. Attractions don’t just go away.

“My experience with taking a shot has never been a good one.” Jin said, shaking his head with a slight grimace.

“Don’t be such a fucking pussy. Besides, you fought hard, earned yourself a drink, with that new fangled style of martial arts.” Hwoarang was making sure Jin knew that he had noticed something quite different in the earlier fight. “Makes the come down from the fight that much sweeter.”

Jin was used to the banter by now. In the Blood Talons own way, it was showing care. Slights no longer bothered him when Hwoarang issued them forth from a strong mouth. He knew better of Hwoarang…but not yet as much as he wanted to know. If this tentative “relationship” could ever really work, that would have to be remedied soon. He sighed heavily and wondered if the drink would not be a positive thing to take away the events of the past two days, the budding situations more delicate than he could speak of. “Alright.”

Hwoarang smiled as Jin finally conceded. He leaned into the bar, fisting some cash onto the cool wood. “Two shot glasses. Leave the bottle.” came the sharp words, even as Jin watched the heavy sum of Yen left on the polished counter.

“That’s a hefty wad of Yen?” Jins statement was more of a question than anything else. The bankroll kept in that overly tight pocket was hefty. The Japanese youth took his eyes from Hwoarang for a moment long enough to draw his jacket off and tie it around his waist.

That simple motion had Hwoarangs unending attention. The Blood Talon loved to see the play of strobing lights against Jins firm, muscular arms. It promised to be more intoxicating than the drink he ordered. “Business has been good. Very good. Getting better each day.”

The tender placed two clean shot glasses and a bottle of aged whiskey before the copper haired Korean. Hwoarang wasted no time in pouring the libation. “mah-shil-gah-yo?”

Jin half smiled. Something about that guttural edge to Hwoarangs voice was always fascinating, exotic and even more so when used on his native language. The Japanese youth would make it a point to learn to speak Korean, properly. Hwoarang was already far more astute and spoke Japanese, albeit broken. “I…um…”

“Shall we drink. It means, shall we drink?” The Korean held the two shot glasses aloft. Jin accepted one just as he felt a hand on his arm.

“Jin, you remember Julia, right?” Ling said with a smile, still keeping hold on him. It wasn’t for comfort sake, it was because Steve had joined the fray…and knowing how fractured the Japanese youth had been lately, Ling did not put it past Jin to…get aggressive.

Jin downed the shot, clearing his throat and holding back a cough. “Yes.” He croaked and turned to see Julia…and the Brit had come off of the dance floor. His eyes narrowed even as the Native American waved an excited hello.

“Look at you, ya fucking pimp. Hawaiian shirts are out, even for a fag like you.” Hwoarang said with a laugh, smacking Steve on the upper arm.

“Yeah, well, I got it from your house, git.” Steve returned playfully. That obviously wasn’t the case. Hwoarang kept it tight and kept it simple, clothing with that much flare would have taken away from the already obnoxious accessories and copper dyed tendrils.

“Fuck you.” Hwoarang flicked the ashes of his cigarette, left abandoned on the edge of the bar, butt facing in, lit end on the counter. Good thing he caught it, a moment more and it might have burned the wood. “Want a shot?”

“Shit yeah.” Steve said and looked up from Hwoarang only to catch Jins narrowed eyes. The tension built in that gaze could have knocked him down. “Hey, Jin. Good to see you again. Great match this afternoon.”

“Thank you.” He spoke simply but darkly as his eyes said all he needed to, accentuated by a play of lightning…or was it strobe that licked his pupils? Come sniffing around what is mine, again, and I will destroy your world and everything in it.

Steve had paid Jin a well earned, well meaning compliment but had been met with the light of obsession…or was it possession he saw licking into the Japanese youths eyes. “Right.”

Ling watched the brief exchange and felt a shiver go up his spine at the cold look in Jins eyes. She tightened up on his arm. “So, are Julia and I, like, invisible. Why don’t we get drinks poured for us?”

Hwoarang spit the shot in his mouth back out. A wave went through him so sharp, he thought someone had punched him in the gut. “I should get something to eat before I drink any more of this shit.” He said, placing the spit out glass back on the bar and tapped at the counter to get the tenders attention.

“Two more glasses, a menu…and whatever the fuck the two chics are drinking.” Hwoarang was not stupid. He knew something was definitely linked now, something between Jins blood…his lovers anger…and the intense feelings of sickness that surrounded it. What the link was, exactly, he could not tell. Yet.

Jin turned his eyes when he saw Hwoarang spit out the drink into the shot glass and then, heard the Korean bang on the counter. He looked pale. At that moment, Steve no longer mattered.

Jin stepped back, his attention now solely devoted to the Blood Talon. Ling was forced to release her grip with the sudden, focused motion. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, fine. Haven’t eaten all day. Think my body needs something more than cigarettes and whiskey.” Hwoarang said with a smirk, flicking his eyes along Jins body for a moment. “Definitely need some protein.”

**

Hwoarang fumbled with the lock without missing a single flick of that hot, slick tongue around his own. He felt the mechanism give and he turned the handle, door pushing open beneath Jins weight.

The Japanese youth caught himself on the back wall, nearly falling over in the process. “You could have warned me.” He said as Hwoarang used a back kick to slam the door shut tossing the keys into the kitchen, his body covering over Jins, both hands framing against the side of Japanese beauty’s shoulders.

“I like to see you caught off guard.” He smiled, leaning down to nip at the perfect flesh of Jins neck. He could have spent an hour on that hallowed ground and not thought twice about it.

Jin lowered his eyes, letting a slow moan rush past his lips. It was surprising that the two of them made it to Hwoarangs apartment safely. They had walked the entire way, both too piss drunk to even attempt to steer or stabilize the Blood Talons motorcycle. Every well concealed place along the walk through the Yurei district delayed their journey…hands and mouths unable to tear away from flesh long enough to gain their footing and continue on. By the time the two had made it back to the apartment, it was a frenzy.

Hwoarang let one hand free from the wall, sliding up under Jins zippered jacket, craving skin since the moment the Japanese youth had put the damn thing back on. “Fuck baby, you are hot.” He groaned against Jins neck, teasing the hot flesh with a graze of his teeth.

Jin tilted his head back against the wall, giving the Korean all the access to his neck he could desire, his hand grasped at the Blood Talons shirt, fisting the material and threatening to tear it from his lovers body. His eyes flew open, feeling sharp enamel connect with the join of his shoulder and Jin let free a heavy, thick moan. “Seung…ahh, that hurts…” it was far from a protest, it was pleasure.
That was the cue for the Blood Talon to sink deeper into the velvet, welcoming flesh, his body pulled tight to Jins by the grasp the Japanese youth had on the fabric. The sweet, anguishing hold of his teeth had Jin pressing up against him, arching between the constriction of the Koreans body and the cold wall behind him.

Hwoarang lifted his mouth, reddened with a small trickle of blood from that reopened, sensitive area of Jins flesh. He wasted no time in sharing the copper tang, taking Jins mouth with a fever, a frenzy he could not seem to slake. His fingers released from beneath Jins zippered jacket and snaked into those ebony tendrils, tugging hard enough to force his lovers face away from him, sable eyes lowered with the heat of the sensation.

Jin bucked up against Hwoarangs body, sending a course of dark need beneath the skin. His neck molded to that tight grasp on his hair even as his fingers, fisted into Hwoarangs shirt, drew the Blood Talon closer. The Japanese beauty could barely breath…consumed only by desire and need.

“I love to watch you fucking writhe…God damn, just looking at you makes me hard.” Hwoarang groaned, drawing his face so close to Jins, teeth clenched in pure, feral heat.

“Then…do something about it.” Jin hissed in frustration, his body anxious to be claimed. His words elicited another hard tug, making his neck strain at a nearly delicious angle by that dominant pull.

“Oh, I fucking intend to.” The Blood Talon growled, his firm thigh coming between Jins legs, arch of his boot and the pressure of his body making his lover move like a puppet into the kitchen.

Two interlocked bodies spilled over onto the counter, Hwoarangs mouth sinking once more to that exquisite split skin at the join of Jins shoulder, hearing his lover cry out with red hot bliss and perfectly placed anguish. They continued to move, Jins body forced to respond as Hwoarang dictated, captured like a slave in his masters grip.

Jin jolted, when he felt his back hit against the dining table just outside of the kitchen, breath captured at the rim of his lips when Hwoarangs body fully connected to his…a jolt of white hot need passing between them like lightning. Jin might never have been so willing to play into Hwoarangs dominance like this…if he had not been under an influence almost as intoxicating as the Korean.

Hwoarang lifted his lips from Jins mouth, his chin speckled with red flecks of blood, a nearly animalistic gaze in those deep amber depths. He removed the fisted hold of Jins hand around his jacket and tore for the string that bound those black training pants open, his breath as loud as a sudden summer storm.
“Here?” Jin croaked out, panting for breath, rolling his strained neck back, now free of Hwoarangs perfect, entangling fingers.

“Yeah…here…” The Korean hissed and reached over Jins side, one hand still holding the knot of those warm up pants…as the other hand cleared the entire contents of the table in one, full arm sweep. Crashing plates and chittering objects collided with wall and floor and Jin jolted when those eyes held his once more.

Jin let free a strangled breath, his hands reaching to rip those denim jeans open, only to have his hands swatted away as the knot holding his own came undone. “Seung!” he exclaimed, shocked his lover had just done that.

“Get the fuck over the table.” Hwoarang hissed, taking Jins hips and forcibly moving his lover, one hand pressing on the Japanese beautys clothed spine to accentuate the bend in that perfect back. Using his strong, deadly leg once more, he forced Jins strong thighs to part, the motion sending those warm up pants down to the knees. “Going commando…just the fucking way I like you…” He commented, realizing in his drunken haze that Jin had not been wearing underclothing.

Jins hands held the cool wood, his eyes rolled back at the intensity of the his own desire to be had this way…as though Hwoarang had read his mind. He could barely grasp hold of his own breath, let alone the raging pulse of his heart against his chest. Even his rib cage seemed to shake with every vibration of pure, feral desire. “Seung…hurry…” he groaned.

“Don’t try to get fucking cute with me…I will fill that hot ass…faster than you can beg…and baby, you beg pretty fucking fast.” Hwoarang groaned, nearly ripping the catch from his jeans as the parted denim hung down against his thighs. His aching length twitched against his fingers. The Blood Talon was nearly seeing double…but as piss drunk as he was, he would not be completely unkind.

Hwoarang spit down onto his hand, rubbing the saliva over his length to slick it, thumbing against his already pleading crown to release some of that sticky preslick that nestled just inside the narrow opening. The Korean let it gather there, even as one hand continued to rest on Jins clothed back forcefully, as though keeping his lover hostage.

Hwoarang let his tip spread those perfect firm globes, crown pressing against the tight puckered ring of muscle. Jin shook against the table, cheek resting against the cool surface as his body thrummed with need. If the Korean did not fill him soon, as promised, he might punch down through the wood and splinter the table into a thousand slivers.

“Open up…and fucking say Ah.” Hwoarang groaned, his length swallowed into that narrow channel in one, fast, hard motion. Jin cried out loud enough to crack glass, arms going outward instantly to grip the far edge of the table, stabilizing himself. “Yeah…you fucking like that.” The Korean purred. “Lets see..how you like this.”

The Blood Talon took his own weight on his knees, leaning down on his strong legs to give him leverage…he thrust up and in…feeling Jins body absorb him, quiver and tighten. Every swallowed breath he could hear Jin gasp back…was incentive to keep dealing it out.

“I..cant..fucking..hear you, Jin.” Hwoarang groaned, his strong hips lending to every driving thrust as the Japanese youth cried out, the table shaking beneath the intense, heavy thrusts.

“Seung!” Jin finally made out, unable to arch back to receive more…unknowing if he could take it if he did. Never had he felt Hwoarang like this…the mix of words and aura…the heat of intensity that threatened to tear him wide open. There was no spit left in his mouth to lubricate a scream of perfect pleasure, perfect agony. There was only Hwoarang, deep and moving inside of him.

“More!” Jin finally made out, releasing one hand from the table and grasping hold of Hwoarangs flexing hip, nails digging into flesh, hearing Hwoarang suck back a breath to mingle with a string of heavy, guttural Korean curses.

“Baby..I am going to fucking break you.” Was all Hwoarang said through gritted teeth..and backed up his words with pure, truthful action. As Jin pulled him in, Hwoarang spiraled like a recoiling spring, pistoning into that hot channel until he was forced to grasp the edge of the table on the side of Jins body just to keep himself from falling over.

When Hwoarang hit that spot inside of him, Jin went into a frenzy of hissed breaths….his grip tightened on the edge of the table across from him, shaking the wood till he could hear it groan beneath him, ready to split in half. He found that place inside of himself where pain and pleasure mingled, feral and civil battled for dominance…and the world itself stopped…focused into heavy, dark thrusts. But unlike every time before this…where the Korean flirted with tormenting that hidden treasure inside of him…Hwoarang was now making it a full onslaught.

“Fuck!” Jin let out, his face rolling along the table, under the intense spell that just would not stop. It was malicious, pure pleasure and it made his length, neglected and smacking into the air unused, start to leak with preslick.

The Blood Talon knew exactly what he was doing…overloading Jins body to sate that heavy lust between them. Every convulsion, made Hwoarang thrust harder, his heavy crown battering that pleasure nub until Jin was starting to spark… ”Fucking..hold it back. Do you..hear me..Jin. Control it…” Hwoarang hissed as he gripped the table with both arms now, on either side of Jins body. He was not about to get another electrical burn.

Jin was walking a world he had never seen before…everything was dull with the exception of Hwoarangs body abusing his own…tearing apart every brick and mortar of his world to rebuild it again. The fatal lightning. He could feel it lick his flesh…and the faint command to stop it. Jin closed his eyes tightly as he cried out, every last bit of his will trying to keep the electric chi inside of him. “Seung!”

Hwoarang threw his head back as Jins hand sank deeper into the already torn flesh at his hip, trying to draw him deeper in, to take in more. The Blood Talon was already too close to stop now…and thrust with such an aim, he could barely stop the flow ready to burst…his crown hit against that nub over and over again, forcing the skin to shiver inside Jins milking core.

Jins body writhed with a seizure, squeezing the thickness that filled him. He could not hold himself back…and with a heavy, swallowed Japanese curse, he felt Hwoarang overtake his body…the hot, heavy flood of tearing desire in his spine and core…till he spilled every last drop of himself all over the dining room floor.

“Fucking ride me out!” Hwoarang hissed, his grip on the table threatening to break through it as Jin hit his crescendo, spilling onto the floor, core gnashing down on his already pulsing length. He gave himself to it, letting the explosion burst through to fill Jins body with every sticky, pearly drop.

Jin could not stop shaking when he felt Hwoarangs hand leave the table to press, flat against his spine. “Seung…” He said, weakly, his body alive and thrumming, still wracking in slow motions beneath his lovers attentions.

“Yes…baby…fuck…that was almost as hot as you are.” Hwoarang groaned, slowly withdrawing from that overfilled core and falling back against the wall to catch his breath, breaking Jins nails from his torn hip. His head was spinning with the aftershocks and after affects of the alcohol. “You..alright, baby?”

Jin tried to press off the table and nearly stumbled, catching himself at the last moment before turning around, his body aching. The sight of red caught his unfocused eyes, the scent filling him. The urge was too strong to resist, like a magnetic force making his mouth water.

The Japanese beauty sank down to his knees before Hwoarang, ripping off his jacket, now stained with sweat. Both hands grasped that firm thigh, forcing the denim that clung to the Koreans hips to slide further down before him as his lips descended soundlessly to the gashes, reopened in hot Korean flesh. His mouth suckled and lapped the fresh blood as though he had thirsted for days without any chance of sustenance.

The Blood Talon moaned, his hand sliding down into Jins hair as his lover lapped at the shorn flesh of his hip. The only thing keeping the Blood Talon standing now, was that hot, lapping sensation.

Jin was inundated with the taste of Hwoarang…the pure, complete feeling of flecks of blood carried down his throat by that viciously lapping tongue. The Japanese beauty wanted to choke on a heavy draught of it.

“How do I taste baby? Good isn’t it?” The Blood Talon purred, twining obsidian tendrils through his fingers. He had never shared the taste of his own blood with anyone, never really thought about the significance behind it. But now, Jin seemed obsessed. And what would normally have dictated this to be going too far over the edge…they had long passed any place of safety between them.

Jins eyes looked up the Koreans body and into amber depths. Hwoarang could see the flash of teeth…and groaned suddenly with a blaze of silver tinged pain. His lover tore him, overcome with the pure, bestial need for that heavy essence. The Blood Talons fingers tightened in that thick mane, his hip moving in his own rhythm to that probing mouth and hot suck.

“Fuck. Easy baby…” Hwoarang hissed out as Jins teeth sank deeper into his skin, making his entire leg tingle. The Japanese youths eyes were half slit with awakening desire, flickers of fatal lightning turned inward to lick from iris to pupil before the rim of those sable orbs started to flash silver…like mercury leaking into the deep brown color. “Jin…you fucking hear me…that hurts…not the good hurt either…”

The Blood Talon took a tighter hold on Jins hair, thrusting the Japanese youth back as that sudden and sick feeling started to wash over him. “What the fuck is wrong with your eyes…God damn.” He nearly doubled over.

Jins mouth was torn from the delicious, sugary font and his jaw clenched, elongating canines digging into the sides of his cheeks, hidden by the fleshy insides of his mouth. The Japanese youth was like a person possessed, grasping Hwoarangs thighs once more, this time, his mouth wrapped around something far less painful…

Hwoarang arched back against the wall when he felt the intense heat wrap around his still tight sac. The pleasure of the sensation and the pain in his gut rivaled with one another. His hands sank to Jins shoulders as he both grimaced and moaned before finally thrusting Jin away from him a second time. “Jin…cut this shit out. Enough.” He hissed, reaching for the denim of his jeans to pull them up.

“I will tell you when I have had enough of you.” A voice so much deeper than Hwoarang had heard before..with the exception of the night Jin had walked in with unspoken accusations to find Steve in the Blood Talons apartment, echoed through him now. The Japanese youth drew up with an agility so sharp, someone of his size, though fast and powerful, should not have possessed.

Jin captured Hwoarang against him, using the wall and Hwoarangs momentary weakness as his advantage. “I want you. Beneath me.”

Hwoarangs eyes widened. That glittering mercury was creeping deeper and deeper into Jins normally placid, warm eyes. The grip of the sickness was tighter now, making his gut turn in knots. “Not like this…” He managed, eyes shutting with a stab of pain.