Twisted Affair

"This could last forever!"

That wouldn't be surprising. Hwoarang's attention left that battle and refocused on the Brit. He went up to lean lazily on the bars separating them, one arm hanging through and dangling on the other side. "Yeah, it could. Is it just me or is it fucking cold in here? Give me your pants."

"My pants?" Steve laughed lightly as he eyed the Korean's body. "Maybe once this is over, we could... you know, 'celebrate'?" With a smile, he took Hwoarang's hand in his, tilting his head curiously. "It's a deal, then?"

"That sounded like an innuendo, but I don't understand your fucking accent." Hwoarang gave an innocent smile and made a show of eyeing the blond. That had to be the wrong place for flirting if ever there was one, but he assumed the other man was just playing anyway. "You're going to have to be more specific."

With a playful pout, the Englishman lifted the redhead's hand, giving it a teasing kiss. "You're the one that wanted to see my gorgeous body! And I thought borrowing pants was more of a third date kind of thing." He shook his head, then let their gazes meet.

The redhead laughed lightly for a moment before glancing at the next room. Didn't seem to be much progress. So he looked back at Steve and shrugged. "Fine. If you won't be more specific, I'll assume 'celebrate' means drinks. If we get out of here in one piece, I'll buy you a beer."

"Sounds good."

A loud smash followed by the shattering of glass pulled Hwoarang's attention back to the other room. There was only Jin in sight, and he walked determinedly towards them with a small card in his hand. Looking around the room, he soon identified a keypad on the wall, and walked over to it. A few seconds later, the cell doors opened.

As Jin turned to face the Korean, a tear escaped his eye and ran down his cheek. They met on the halfway, and the Japanese wrapped his arms around him, pulling their bodies so tightly together that breathing was made difficult. As their cheeks met in a hug, he whispered in a quivering voice. "Hwoarang..."

"You are so badass." Hwoarang gently kissed the lobe of Jin's ear. It was hard not to get emotional after all that. The danger of the situation hadn't struck him until he was out of it, and for that reason, he hoped Jin did Kazuya in good. Bastard's games had gone way too far. But maybe it wasn't quite over yet. "We should get out of here. Where's that figurine?"

"I know where it is." The blond standing next to them said, but the Japanese didn't seem overly interested. His fingers slid eagerly into the red mane, and he pulled back so that he could claim the Korean lips with his own. After a passionate, unrelenting kiss, he smiled weakly, evidence of at least one more tear showing on his face.

Jin brought a hand up to clean his cheek, then looked at the two other youngsters. "I guess we can just as well pick it up now that we're here. Lead the way?"

"Certainly." With that, Steve set off with a fair amount of urgency in his pace.

The idea of finally being more important than those items was enough to bring a smile to Hwoarang's face. The Korean licked his lips and with his arm hooked around Jin's back, he turned to follow Steve. It was nearly impossible not to limp with that prominent pain in his backside, but he tried to avoid it as best he could. It was bad enough walking around without pants. Last thing he wanted was to appear weak to add to it.

Returning the gesture, wrapping his arm around Hwoarang, the Japanese leant close to him with a content sigh as they walked down the hall. By the time they made it to the right door, they had almost lost Steve out of sight, but he was waiting impatiently as they got there.

There was little difficulty in spotting the small Buddha. It was sitting there on a pillow, with the amulet next to it. Without wasting further time, the raven-haired man walked over to the items, lifting them both. That very moment, a section the floor lifted quickly, thick bars rising out of it with loud, nasty sparks between them. A second later, Jin was sitting trapped in a high-voltage cage near the roof, while a loud siren was howling through the building.

"Shit." The boxer said, watching the scene for a quick moment, before tugging at Hwoarang's arm. "We'd better get out of here. Can't do anything for him now, better to be able to come back for him than be caught now as well."

"What the..." Hwoarang took a step toward the bars, nothing registering for the first few seconds before he realised it'd be stupid to touch them. Panic. That couldn't be happening. Not when he had just got back to Jin. He yanked his arm away and moved around the cage, trying to find something that could open it. "I'm not going to leave! ... Who's gonna come? Police? Guards? We can fucking take 'em..." He nodded at some curtains. "... Let's hide."

Apparently torn between running on his own and following suit, Steve gave one more look up at Jin before nodding. "Alright. Let's try." He said, moving over to hide where the Korean had suggested, then turned towards a row of file cabinets and crouched behind them instead. Loud, quick footsteps soon filled the air around them; at least two persons were in the process of ascending the stairs.

Hwoarang kept himself quietly hidden, his pains put aside for the time being. Might suffer for it later, but he didn't give a damn. The footsteps made their way into the room and they were chattering to each other about their orders and where their boss was. By sound there were a few of them, but hopefully not too many. It wasn't until he heard the noise of a gun being loaded that he realised he couldn't hesitate any longer.

Without another second passing, the redhead burst out of his hiding place, immediately turning into a punch, and hitting the nearest guy in the nose with the back of his fist. He followed it by lashing his leg up across the guys head, but quickly figured that using his legs like that was very weird without anything holding or even covering his package.

As he looked up, he saw that Steve had already punched out the other guard. The silence that set in was relieving in a way, given nobody else would seem to be arriving the next few seconds - but also a bit unsettling, knowing this was the short time they'd have to figure something out.

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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