Shadows of the Zaibatsu

The sandwich would have been delicious if it wasn't for that paper hidden within it. Hwoarang was lucky he had waited until he was alone to bite into it, because some genius decided to put a note there without warning him first. After spitting out the corner he had bit off, he pulled the paper out and munched on the sandwich while he read it. It was just a location, but he was hungry, so the evil plan to take over the world would have to wait.

Once the sandwich was finished, the trip to the location had begun. He walked confidently and tried his best to look like he had a destination in mind so that the guards wouldn't bother him. Truth was, he got lost a couple times. If it had been in the prison, he'd have found it no problem, but it wasn't. It was in some boring dark corridor that didn't seem like it got much attention. He knocked softly on the door first and when there was no answer, he entered and closed the door behind him.

There was the sword. It had a freaky glow, but in the sheath it was barely noticeable and under clothing it wouldn't be a problem at all. Near the sword was a couple of pistols and the extra ammo he had requested, and a trenchcoat. Seemed a little cliche to hide weapons under something like that, but whatever kept him from getting shot down by the guards two steps out of the door. Hwoarang quickly, but carefully, loaded himself with the weapons, distributing them as best he could over his body so that they wouldn't bulge too much, and then shrugged into the coat. It was time to execute the mission.

A small smile came to his face as he left the room. Sure, Jin was probably really pissy after that little fight they had about Jun, but Hwoarang suspected he'd be a little more willing to listen when there was a glowing sword involved. Hwoarang wandered the way he came and then started on another search for the current jackass Zaibatsu leader.

A bit of eavesdropping and walking was all it took. He heard some employees muttering about their boss' temper and so he walked in the direction they were coming from. There it was. A dojo. The door was closed, but he thought the situation called for a cease of formalities. He opened it and walked straight in.

There was Jin, kicking the shit out of a wooden dummy. It was practically limb-less already, and there were other objects in the room that had been completely destroyed beyond recognition. That wasn't the most noticeable part, though. Wearing only the pants he used at the last tournament, Jin was looking too damn good. The bare chest, those muscles, that angry face, that power, it was heart-stopping! The Korean feared he'd have a heart attack just from looking. Hwoarang closed the door behind him and started a slow, careful walk in the Japanese direction. It didn't take long to be noticed and Jin stopped what he was doing.

Hwoarang stopped in the middle of the room and lowered his eyes to the floor. "I'm the one you're mad at, aren't I? Stop abusing the dead trees."

There was no immediate response, and as Hwoarang heard the Japanese swallow, he lifted his head. Jin's eyes were narrowed, and they were dark, but not as angry as a few moments ago. "I don't understand why she isn't here. I've believed her dead for years, and she isn't?" His mouth twitched in a half-angry, half-disappointed grimace. "I thought she'd never mislead me."

Not only heart-stopping, but now heart-wrenching? Hwoarang sighed and took another step toward the other man. "I don't think she's trying to mislead you at all, Jin. She's trying to help you... That's what mothers do, isn't it?"

The Japanese took a deep breath, then let out an unsteady exhale. "So it is..." He swallowed again, "... her?" He blinked a few times, seeming rather uncomfortable. "Is she okay?"

"I... I don't know if it really is her. I've never met her before. That was the first and last time and it wasn't very long." He paused. Now was not the time for excuses, so he reconsidered his answer and nodded. "She didn't strike me as the kind of person who would lie anyway. She looked healthy..." He reached into his coat and grasped the hilt of the sword, but didn't pull it out. Not yet.

Jin sighed. "I don't want to live without her." He frowned, shaking his head. "I thought I had to." The raven-haired man was certainly troubled.

Was it selfish to be jealous of that woman? Hwoarang knew it was silly and petty to be jealous of Jin's mother, but it wasn't fair that he couldn't be that important! "She asked me how important you were and how far I would go for you." His lip twisted into a sardonic grin as his hand left the sword and grasped a gun. As he pulled it out, he watched as the anger and trouble vanished from Jin's face to be replaced by concentration. Hwoarang studied him carefully as he continued. "I told her I hated your guts."

After a few rapid blinks, Jin gazed at the Korean, shifting a little. "What do you want?" He asked darkly.

"All I ever fucking wanted was to see you, Jin! That's all! But you had your fun with me, and now I'm so fucking deep in this shit, they've turned me into an assassin." Hwoarang laughed, only to stop himself when he realised how crazy he was sounding. No, he wouldn't allow himself to snap again. He took the magazine out of the gun and then dropped both on the floor before pulling out the second gun and repeating the process.

Jin furrowed his brows as he stared at the Korean. "Hwoarang..." He said uneasily, but with a fair bit of concern. "They...?"

Hwoarang pulled the sword out of its sheath and held it up in front of him, taking a moment to stare at the strange blade. "Your father can be a very persuasive man when he wants something." As he switched hands, taking hold of the sword by the blade, he held the handle out toward Jin. "If Mishima-san lets me live after this, Master is going to kick my ass..."

After accepting the sword, the Japanese sighed. "That's an unusual sword..." He muttered, adding in a mumble, "it makes my inside scream..."

"He's been working on it for quite some time. I was supposed to slash you with it and then shoot you in order to kill you completely... I thought about actually doing it too, but that would be stupid. My loyalties don't lie with him." Hwoarang took another step closer. "I'm sorry, Jin."

Jin's eyes dropped momentarily down to the guns on the floor before focusing on the redhead. "You came all this way..." Moving slowly forward, Jin slid his free hand in under the trenchcoat and around to Hwoarang's back, pulling their bodies gently together. Their faces only inches apart, Jin's gaze met the Korean's. "You got weapons in here, which must have been incredibly difficult, risked getting killed... and then you give me this sword?"

The closeness brought back far too intimate memories. Hwoarang put an arm around the other man and nodded. "If I didn't, he would have found somebody else, and he wouldn't have told me the details. You think I would just refuse and let someone else come here and murder you? I may be pissed off about what you and Julia did, but I've invested way too much time to let anyone take you away."

Now the Japanese seemed confused. "What did I and Julia do?" He tightened his grip around the Korean, bringing his other arm around to the back of the coat.

Hwoarang leaned against the body and slipped a hand into the black hair. Why did he have to be so gorgeous at a time like that? "You played with me. After you let her kiss you when you wouldn't let me, then she went and mocked me after that damn fight of yours."

"I wouldn't..." Jin blinked. "... let you kiss me?" His mouth quirked into a faint smirk, and the leant forward to capture the Korean's lips with his own, first softly caressing them, then forcing them apart to roughly ravage Hwoarang's mouth.

Shocked and confused, the Korean was too dumbfounded to respond immediately. His eyes closed as he began to really enjoy it, but he forced himself to break away enough to speak. "I don't understand you one bit, Kazama. Now you've gone and made me all excited." He panted and gave Jin's bottom lip a playful suck.

"I thought you didn't care about me..." Jin breathed, "but after this, I don't care if you deny it..." He smirked, then captured Hwoarang's lips again in a quick kiss. "You're excited? If you want me to fuck you, I'm more than willing..."

"What? I'm supposed to ask for it now? You're so mean..." Hwoarang grinded up against the other man. As he ran his tongue along the lobe of Jin's ear, he whispered teasingly, "I want you to fuck me, and this time I want you to sleep with me too."

The Japanese smiled. "Deal." He said mildly, giving the redhead's back a pat. "But if you keep turning me on like this, we'll never make it to a bed."

"Bed? I didn't know you were so old-fashioned... Have you ever fucked in a dojo before?" Hwoarang winked suggestively as his hand slipped down over the front of his rival's pants.

Still with a smile on his face, Jin placed a soft kiss on Hwoarang's face, then moved his hand to the empty sheath. "Do you mind?" He asked softly, and when Hwoarang nodded and retracted his hands, he pulled it off the Korean's belt, sliding it under his drawstring and putting the sword away. "Hwoarang..." He said calmly, bringing his hands up to gently hold the redhead's face, "I look forward to sharing a bed with you... a lot. But you're in danger right now. The G Corporation wouldn't send you on such a mission without having people here, because they certainly would want the sword back. If it can make me mortal, it can make Kazuya mortal."

His pride was stinging slightly. Hwoarang scowled and looked away indignantly. "Why does everyone think I'm not aware of the danger I put myself in? I know he wants the sword back, because we had a plan to get me out of here with that sword when I was finished my little assassination mission. So what if they want me dead? I'm not scared."

Jin smirked. "I don't think you're scared. You're way too brave to be scared. If this situation would scare you, you never would've gone to these lengths in the first place." He frowned, sliding his hands down to rest on Hwoarang's shoulders. "All I'm saying is that I am worried, and if there's something I am scared of right now, it's to see you get hurt. Alright?"

It was dumbfounding. It was hard to decide whether to be turned on by hearing Jin say that, or to be troubled. Hwoarang didn't want to make his rival worry, and at the same time, he did. He slipped a hand onto the Japanese hip and moved closer again. "Well, I could always flee the country and dye my hair, but then who would I have to stalk? If you have a better idea, I'm all ears."

That made the raven-haired man gawk for a moment. "Flee the country? That sounds like a terrible option!" Jin slid his arms around the trenchcoat-clad body again, pulling them tightly together. "If we can find the G Corporation moles, this building is the safest place on Earth for you..." He said slowly, "but I'm not quite sure how to do that immediately. Surely the first minute after leaving this room is the most dangerous time."

"Well, I think the person who made my sandwich is a mole. Or the one who delivered it." Hwoarang sighed. Maybe it was weird, but he was feeling a little guilty thinking he'd be responsible for people losing their jobs. He had to remind himself that those people could kill him any second. "You could always knock me out and pretend you caught me, and then I could escape."

"Escape? No... I want you here tonight..." Jin frowned as his brow furrowed in thought. "Caught..." Then his face split into a grin. "Yes! I caught you!" He patted the Korean on the shoulder. "They'll hardly punish you for failure as long as they have hopes you'll try again. After all, you're obviously the best person in the world for this mission, or they wouldn't have asked you."

Hwoarang smiled and ran his tongue along Jin's neck. "You have to hurt me, then. It won't be believable if I don't have a scratch on me. I mean, if you caught me, I'd have put up one hell of a fight."

"But I don't want to hurt you." Jin said darkly, then sighed. His brow furrowed again, and then he bent down, picking up the guns from the floor and putting one on his drawstring, starting to load the other. "What if I took your weapons? Do I still have to hurt you?" He frowned, giving the Korean's body a reluctant once-over as he tucked the loaded gun away, taking the other off to slide the magazine back into it.

"I wouldn't have realistically handed them over, Jin... They know what kind of training I have. Personally, I'd rather you hurt me before the enemy does. Hey, you could always shoot me instead." Hwoarang forced a playful smile, though the idea was beginning to freak him out. Whatever it took to stay alive...

Frowning, Jin looked the redhead over again. "Well, I'd have made you take your trenchcoat off, but... I suppose I could have let you put it back on afterwards? That would cover your arms, at least..." He sighed, then swallowed uncomfortably. "But I guess I'd still have to kick you in the head?"

With a nod, the Korean glanced toward the door. "Yeah. Try not to leave me with permanent brain damage, alright?"

"I'll try." Jin moved over towards the dummy he had been kicking when Hwoarang had joined him, then smirked uneasily. "I guess we'd better make some noise too?"

"Should I scream or moan?" Hwoarang chuckled to himself and rolled his shoulders as he watched Jin's movements. Even knowing how serious the situation was, it was hard to fight the perverted thoughts from arising once more. "Maybe... shoot the wall a couple times..."

The Japanese moved over to Hwoarang, sliding an arm around the other's head. After a steady, insistent kiss, he pulled back. "Yeah, we'll have to put on a show for them. We can't exactly get along, or they'll figure us out. But afterwards..." He smirked as he took a step back, but then it faded again. "You ready?" He said through a frown.

Getting hurt was not a problem, and neither was lying, but this was different. This was all one betrayal after another against his Master, and it made him nervous to keep it up. He shook his head and shifted into a stance, to prepare for what was going to happen. "If we waited until I was ready, we'd both end up dead."

Jin sighed. "Alright..." He muttered, then took a few seconds to get calm. Then, he spun around in a powerful back kick, and Hwoarang instinctively ducked away. The Japanese quirked a brow, but couldn't help smirking. "... what?"

Hwoarang grinned sheepishly and shrugged, getting back into his stance. "Sorry," he said awkwardly. It was weird apologizing for not getting kicked in the head. "Okay, do it again."

Shaking his head, Jin put one of the guns away under his drawstring. The moment after, his body twisted in another kick, this time nailing Hwoarang straight in the head. As pain shot through the Korean, a powerful punch landed on his jaw, sending him flying through the air. Jin pointed the gun at the wall, sending a bullet off and following it with a loud, feral snarl, kicking the training dummy over and firing two more shots. As he drew the other gun again, pointing them both at the redhead, an angry, incredibly loud shout filled the room. "Put your fucking hands in the air!"

"Shit! Ow... Fuck you!" Hwoarang bared his teeth and attempted to get up as he heard the guards filling into the room. The room was spinning and he nearly fell over again, but somehow managed to keep his balance, and fell into a sloppy stance. The second his dizzy gaze landed on all the guns pointed at him, he glanced at the nearest door, wondering how long it would take them to kill him if he made a run for it. Instead of getting himself shot that way, he sneered and slowly lifted his hands into the air.

"He must have had some help." Jin remarked firmly, but with a touch of venom in his voice. "There's traitors in this building somewhere. Find them!" He ordered, then twisted a cruel smirk as he moved closer to the redhead, then spoke in a furious, teeth-baring snarl. "I have plans for you..."

As soon as Jin was close enough, Hwoarang spat a wad of blood at the Japanese and then took a step backwards. "Kiss my ass, bitch."

With a furious scowl, Jin squeezed a trigger, the bullet whistling just past Hwoarang's ear. "Kneel!" He growled, "kneel for me, or you shall endure so much pain, you'll wish you were never born!"

Hwoarang swallowed fearfully, and that wasn't faked. He gingerly touched his ear - it burned a little - and then glared directly into Jin's eyes. "No."

After an agitated breath, the Japanese unleashed two kicks, but the redhead dropped his hands down, blocking them both. Jin took a step back again, telling the two remaining guards, "get the mobile torture chamber. Deliver it to my quarters. Move it!" He turned his attention to Hwoarang, pointing one of the guns at the Korean's groin. "If you don't put your fucking hands straight up in the air, I'll fill your bloody groin with lead!"

There was a limit to how much blood he was willing to shed for the sake of something he didn't want to fight for. Hwoarang hesitated before finally obediently raising his hands in the air again and averting his eyes in a stubborn refusal to look at the man. He mumbled angrily, "Some of your infamous hospitality, huh? Asshole..."

Jin glanced around the room to make sure they were alone, then moved forward with a sigh. He placed a soft kiss on the Korean's cheek. "I'll take you to my personal quarters. We'll be free to do as we please there." He took a step back, and despite a concerned smile, he managed an angry, loud voice. "Turn around and walk slowly towards the door. And don't you fucking dare take your hands down or make any sudden movements."

It was hard to get back into the role after that. Hwoarang scowled and turned around, doing as he was told. "I'm going, I'm going. Settle down, you fucking tyrant." He briefly glanced over his shoulder at Jin and then made it to the door.

Following close behind him, the raven-haired man leant forward to whisper in his ear. "Please don't do anything that might make one of them shoot you... I'm looking forward to this way too much to have you dying on me just like that." Then he swallowed, adding loudly. "Open it, and don't try anything funny."

"Think that would convert you to necrophilia?" Hwoarang whispered and then spit out another wad of blood, this time at the floor. He opened the door and then put his hands back into the air as he walked out of the room, glaring straight ahead.

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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