Like Twins

It wasn't much longer until the dinner arrived and they were able to enjoy their meals. Hwoarang was sure he'd remember that meal for the rest of his life because of Jin's attentions alone. With those hands on him, he had great trouble focusing on anything the others had to say. Apparently it didn't matter because BT and Hiro occupied each other in polite conversation.

It wasn't until they were well into the meal that Hwoarang just couldn't bear the heat anymore. He gave up that stage of the plan to keep the harness under wraps until later, and simply took the jacket off, hanging it on the back of his chair. "You'd think they'd have better air conditioning in this shithole."

Jin's eyes widened at the sight. It took a few seconds of gazing at it, and then he smiled broadly. "Whoa," he panted, "if I was in doubt, now I'm really looking forward to do you..."

Amazing what something so simple as a harness could do. He had to hand it to BT; that guy really knew what he was talking about. Hwoarang put a hand on Jin's thigh and gave it a teasing squeeze. "You say that as if I'm going to be a bottom. Sounds like a raw deal to me." He glanced over at the other nearby tables. "Who the fuck do you keep checking out, Hiro?"

The Japanese in question seemed startled by that, but he quickly regained his calm disposition. "There are cameras here. I don't like cameras."

Shaking his head lightly, Jin spoke seductively. "It may sound like a raw deal, but once you've experienced me, you'll be real glad you bent over." With that, he withdrew his hand and switched his attention to his food.

Hwoarang sneered, and stayed quiet while he got a mouthful of flavoured shaved ice. That ego really pissed him off sometimes. He wanted to humble the dick, but he knew that he would have no desire for a more humble version of Jin. The more he thought about his own weakness in that respect, the angrier he got. If it wasn't for Jin, he wouldn't be going so far out for something that was probably impossible. In an indignant grumble, he responded, "If it's that much of an honour, you don't need me. You can just fuck yourself, you self-righteous jackass."

Well, at least that brought a reaction. For a moment, Jin frowned, then he let out a sigh. He reached into his pocket, placing the key on the table between them, then went back to eating, not seeming all that angry, but definitely not very interested either.

A cough was heard. Blood Talon no longer appeared impressed. He put his chopsticks down, then noisily pushed to his feet. "Excuse me for a moment," he said in a rather insistent voice, "I am going to the bathroom."

That could only mean one thing. There was some talking to do, and he had a feeling it was going to be more along the lines of giving up on him or telling him off for fucking it up. Hwoarang pushed to his feet, grabbing the key off the table and dropping it into his back pocket. With one last annoyed glance at Jin, he followed BT. Felt a little like a child on the way to the principal's office... "I didn't do anything wrong. I can't help it if he gets on my nerves!"

"I don't believe you!" Once they were behind the bathroom door, Blood Talon shoved him up against the wall. "You were at a solid hundred for over half an hour, and where are you know? Thirty? Forty?" The man was not disappointed; he was rabid. "I would never have done that! What is wrong with you?"

Violence? He clenched his fist, tempted to nail the judgemental twerp right in the nose. Instead, he simply shoved the other redhead away and growled under his breath, "I don't care what I'm down to! I hate that bastard! He thinks he's a god, like everyone should hold him up on a golden pedestal! He knows that I hate that, and yet he says those things on purpose!"

The other Korean's eyes narrowed. "Dude. I've spent all day setting this up so you could get his attention, and it worked. And now you tell me you hate him? I worked so hard, and for nothing?" It was safe to say he wasn't particularly pleased with that.

"... I know what you've done." Hwoarang sighed, forcing himself to calm down. Had no reason to take it out on BT, even if that lookalike was a damn spazz. "I'm greatly in your debt regardless of how much Jin hates me at the end of this night."

Taking a few slow breaths with closed eyes, the other man calmed down too. Then he reached up to rest one hand on Hwoarang's shoulder, claiming firm eye contact. "Make up your mind. Do you want him? Make a decision, and remember the decision. All the time. Got it?"

"I never said I stopped wanting him." Hwoarang averted his eyes, partly because of the frustration of not knowing how to explain himself. It didn't matter, he doubted the Blood Talon would understand anyway. "He just makes me so goddamn angry!"

"Yet..." The other redhead quirked a smirk, "you say you hate that he thinks he's a god, but is that really so bad? One'd think you could live well with him having an inflated ego." He patted the guy on the shoulder, adding, "well, I'm going back out there. Unless you have any questions...?"

He shook his head and glanced in the nearest mirror to make sure the straps were still hiding the worst of his bruises. "Nah, I'll figure something out. All I have to do to get his forgiveness is get on my knees and beg, right?" He tried to keep a straight face, but it cracked into a broad grin. "Uh huh, that's gonna happen. Alright. Let's go."

Laughing lightly, the Blood Talon seemed to enjoy the joke. "Well, that would have worked, but there's other ways." Then he straightened up, adding in a more serious tone. "I could help you with it, but I'm sure you can pull it off with the advice I already gave you. If you want me to butt in, though, just give me a hint."

"Will do." No more hesitation. He had to fix this, and he had to do it soon or it would eat away at him until there was nothing left. Hwoarang headed back toward the table with his riding crop in his hand. He reclaimed his seat next to Jin and leaned back. "So fellas, what did I miss?"

Apparently, Jin wasn't quite over it yet. Or maybe he was; his attention was on something far away. Seemed he and Hiro hadn't been talking at all. With a light smirk, the Blood Talon sat down in his seat, picking up his chopsticks and nodding at Hiro, then trying to resume their conversation.

Hwoarang scowled down at the remaining portion of his half-melted meal. Oh well. With a shrug, he bit into a piece of tempura shrimp as he tried to form some sort of backup plan in his mind. "I want to ask you, Jin. Are you mad?"

At first, it wasn't clear whether Jin heard the question. Almost a minute passed before he turned to spare Hwoarang a glance. "Yes," he answered with a shrug, then picked up his chopsticks to resume eating; he was almost finished with his portion.

That was definitely what he wanted to hear! Hwoarang had been afraid the guy just didn't give a damn and lost interest, but if he was actually angry, that added a whole other level of promise! He grinned and got back up, walking around to stand behind Jin, and lower down with his hands on the guys shoulders. "Would it help if I took back what I said? I don't want you to fuck yourself, Jin. I'd be too jealous."

The man nodded. "Yes, I know..." He emitted a sound that could have been a brief chuckle, then resumed eating. When he had swallowed, he added as an afterthought, "but I like hearing you say it."

Hwoarang slipped his hands off the man's shoulders down to the chest. He ran his tongue along the back of Jin's ear and muttered, "It ticks me off when you say things like that, you know. Why did you give me back the key?"

Sighing, Jin turned and put a hand on Hwoarang's chest. "I only put it on the table. You took it back. And I'd appreciate if you stopped licking me. Can't say I'm in the mood anymore."

"I know you're not in the mood." Hwoarang grinned, but it quickly faded as he fought back another mood swing. It wasn't a good time to get pissy again. He lowered his voice to a whisper that he hoped only Jin could hear. "You can think I'm a wimp all you want, but I did exactly what you told me to, and I know that I succeeded in one thing. It wouldn't have upset you so much if it wasn't true."

The Japanese seemed confused about that, but gradually that turned into mild annoyance. "What I told you to do? That's strange, I don't recall asking you to do anything."

"You don't remember? Oh..." He took a step back, at odds with himself about whether to feel dejected or embarrassed. He reached into his back pocket and took out the key, putting it on the table. "I'm not going to use that, you might as well keep it. I'll see you back at the hotel, BT." He turned around and started walking to the door, calling out over his shoulder with complete disregard for the other customers. "Don't think this means I'm giving up! I sold my soul and 6000 yen, and I'm going to get my goddamn money's worth out of you eventually, Jin!"

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