Like Twins

That really wasn't good, was it? Being alone with that man when there was no one to moderate his actions when he was half-asleep? Well, the familiar pang of jealousy when Jin touched BT sobered him up a little. Hwoarang blinked at Jin for a moment and then turned back into the room with a sigh. Making his way toward the phone beside the bed, the Korean glanced back in the other man's direction. "There's room service here, right? I don't remember."

"It would surprise me if there isn't." Jin remarked as he followed him inside, closing the door behind him. He took off his shoes by the entrance, then walked over to sit down on the bed. "Order me some sushi?" He said with a shrug. Lifting his feet up onto the bed, he assumed a meditating pose.

"Yeah, fine, but don't think I'm paying for that." He grabbed the phone and took it a few steps so he could sit on the end of the bed. After pressing the number listed on an information sticker for room service, he laid back and pulled the riding crop off his belt, tossing it to the floor. He politely made his order for their strongest coffee and sushi, and when that was finished, he turned his head to gaze curiously at Jin. "Mind if I ask you something personal?"

Jin's eyes had followed the crop, but when he heard the question, he turned to meet Hwoarang's gaze. "Go ahead."

Hwoarang was regretting the question before he even spoke it. Unfortunately his jealousy was not going away too easily and there was no turning back. Or maybe there was. He rolled over onto his stomach, and rested his cheek against his folded arms. "What is it about BT that makes him better than me?"

The question made the Japanese quirk a grin. "Who said he's better than you?" He rested his wrists on his stomach, fingertips resting against fingertips. "He doesn't criticise my personality, which you do all the time. If I choose him, that'd be part of the reason."

That prick was probably really enjoying that whole having his choice of Hwoarang clones. The Korean opened his mouth to argue, only to quickly decide he didn't have the energy. That was probably on the list of things not to do, anyway. "Wouldn't it get boring if it's all smooth sailing? See, now that I don't understand."

With a dreamy gaze, the Japanese paused for a bit. "All smooth sailing would be perfect." Jin smirked, then added, "but that's not on offer. I want one of you three, and neither of you offer all smooth sailing. No problem, though, because that's not a requirement."

"I have a damn good reason for criticizing you. You're all-knowing, so I probably don't have to tell you why I do it, huh?" He chuckled and pulled his spare key out of his pocket to give him something to fidget with. "Should I tell you anyway? You know, to keep the conversation going. You have no idea how much I enjoy getting in the way of your meditation."

Letting out a light sigh, Jin was still smirking. "Sure. Tell me." He shifted slightly so that he could look at Hwoarang without turning his head.

"I hate your conceit. I hate that without it you'd be too much like the other Jins, and I don't want them." He pushed himself up to his feet, stumbling a little when a wave of dizzyness hit him. In a much quieter mumble, he added, "What I hate most of all is that if your goddamn narcissism didn't turn me on, I wouldn't be wearing this painful getup with a couple pounds of stainless steel weighing my pants down."

With a smile, Jin moved off the bed, standing to face Hwoarang and sliding both arms around to the other's back. "Thanks for dressing up for me, Hwoarang. Not only do you look great, but you do turn me on." He placed a firm kiss on the Korean's lips. "But if you don't intend to bend over for me, you'd better let me know damn fast. Cause this is the second time today and I really need a tight piece of ass, and that's all your fault. Now if I can't have yours, I gotta find someone else."

Hwoarang absently put his head on Jin's shoulder and sighed. "You really think I would wear something like this if I didn't want to get laid?" He grinned suddenly and pulled the handcuffs out of his pocket, dangling them in the air. In a joking tone, he suggested, "How about I cuff you to the bed?"

Gazing blankly at him for a moment, the Japanese didn't seem to have expected that at all. He froze, but eventually diverted his eyes to the cuffs. Jin let out a sigh, then seemed to regain composure. "No, you're not going to cuff me." He brought a hand up to Hwoarang's head, fingers intertwining with the red strands.

"Aw, you mean I wasted my money on these things? That's too bad, I was hoping I could try something new tonight." He placed a couple light kisses on the Japanese neck as he slipped an arm around the man's waist.

The hand on Hwoarang's back brushed eagerly over the jacket, but the harness made sure it wasn't as enjoyable as it could have been for the Korean. "It's not really a waste when it turns on the guy you want, is it?" Jin said playfully, then flickered his tongue momentarily over the redhead's cheek. "I'm a man who greatly appreciates toys, but nobody would ever get away with using one on me."

"I bought them for you. Like I would dare tell you how to use them. I'll just tear you a new one if you use them the wrong way." Hwoarang chuckled and lifted his head to briefly claim the other man's lips in an insistent kiss. When he finished, he pulled back a bit. "Where the hell are those lazy fucks with my coffee?"

"They're for me?" Jin grinned broadly, placing a quick kiss on the Korean's lips. "I can't wait to show you how grateful I am." He panted, pulling them back together and grinding lustfully up against the other man.

Screw coffee, Hwoarang didn't think he could hold it off much longer. He hissed through his teeth, feeling his body's reaction start to affect his thoughts. "You're driving me insane. Shouldn't we lock the door? I don't know about you, but I'm not an exhibitionist."

Jin flickered his tongue over the Korean's jawline, then mumbled softly into the ear. "I'm not either, but I don't want to let go..." With that, he took an even firmer hold over the other's body, then nudged him in the direction of the door.

It was thrilling in a strange way to hear the Japanese say that. So thrilling that the Korean forgot what he had just suggested. Even if it had only been the hormones talking, he failed to care. After a moment of confusion, he remembered and took the hint, moving the distance to reach out and lock the rest of the world out. "You know," Hwoarang started while in the midst of trailing his tongue over Jin's neck, "you might miss your sushi."

Chuckling, the raven-haired man pushed him back a little to get eye contact. "Hwoarang," he said in a serious voice, "your ass beats sushi hands down." He resumed the chuckle, then took the cuffs and held them up. "Damn... silver... that's class."

"Uh huh. Those things were the least threatening thing in that shop I went to. They had hooks, freaky looking pliers, and ostrich feathers for crying out loud! What the hell do people do with ostrich feathers when they have sex?" He shuddered and moved toward the bed, but paused when the words sank in. Had that been a compliment? He wasn't entirely sure.

Jin walked up behind him, hands soon grabbing his jacket sleeves and tugging. Hwoarang let him do it; that was way too hot to wear indoors anyway. "I could show you... sometime..." He said softly, then dropped the jacket on the floor and moved his hands to Hwoarang's hips. With lustful, erratic breath, he once again grinded himself up against the other's body.

The Korean failed to fight back a quiet moan. That was it; they had procrastinated way too long to do something he had been wanting for years. He turned around, putting one hand firmly on the back of Jin's neck and hissed hotly against the man's ear. "Fuck pride. I want you right now." That said, he brought his free hand down to unbuckle his belt.

"Good." Suddenly, Jin pushed him firmly, and Hwoarang fell backwards onto the bed in surprise, pulling the Japanese along with him for the fall. As the raven-haired man landed on top of him, straddling his torso, the guy started laughing. "I was just going to take your boots off, but this is fun too..." He was playing with the cuffs with one hand, sliding the other into Hwoarang's hair as he leant down for another kiss.

Hwoarang scowled. Did the guy really have to laugh at him like that? But after a moment, he broke into a grin and pushed one of his boots off with his other foot. "Good thing I was too tired to tie 'em. I hope you know how to get harnesses off, otherwise I'm stuck in this thing."

The guy's expression implied he had just spoken a blasphemy. "Take off a harness before sex? That's what it's for!" He played one hand's fingers over the chains and straps covering Hwoarang's torso. "This way, we can have all sorts of fun with these!" He smiled happily, nodding at his free hand holding the cuffs.

"Oh... He hadn't told me that." Hwoarang cursed the Blood Talon, but his mild resentment didn't last long. He'd have plenty of time to curse people out later when he was finished with his Jin. He kicked his other boot off and then lifted his hips slightly so he could pull off his belt easier. "So does that mean you're going to be naked and I'm not? I can live with that!"

Jin quirked a brow. Apparently, he hadn't thought that far yet. "Being naked is so conservative..." he said in a disappointed voice, "there's got to be something cool I could wear..." With a thoughtful expression, he ran his hands idly down Hwoarang's sides.

The mention only made Hwoarang's focus drift off to all the killer things he had seen his rival wear in the tournaments. "You know what I thought was really sexy? The black and white flaming gi you wore at the tournament." He smirked and grinded his hips up against the Japanese. "If they had made me fight you when you were wearing that, they'd have had to pry me off you with the jaws of life."

Arching his neck to run his tongue up Hwoarang's throat, Jin moaned softly. As he straightened up with a grin, he drew a deep breath. "Perhaps I should change into that, then. It's in my bag." He let out a brief chuckle, then added, "but I really should have a trip to that shop..."

The idea of Jin getting up made the Korean want to hold on tighter. He finally got that close, and the man wanted to get up and change? With a sneer, he looked away, trying to recall what BT had said about not taking offense. "If I have to let you change, I wanna watch."

His companion leant down, giving him an insistent kiss. Jin quickly licked his way up to Hwoarang's ear, letting out a satisfied sound on the way there. "If I have to let you watch," he panted lustfully, "I want you to watch handcuffed."

It would have been dumb to think something like that request wasn't coming. Honestly, the thought hadn't really occured to him yet that evening that he might have to use them. Or did it? Hwoarang laughed and ran his hand down the man's abdomen, over the front of the pants. He responded in a playful mutter, "You're the boss, officer."

That turned Jin on so much his eyes closed. He panted lustfully, then leant down to give Hwoarang's cheek an insistent lick. "God damn it, punk," he hissed, "I want your ass so bad you could be a fucking murderer, and I still would let you sleep your way out of this." He started trying to turn Hwoarang over, and for fun, the redhead resisted that for a bit. However, he soon was on his stomach anyway, and Jin twisted his arms behind his back, locking them up there. After that, the Japanese leant down, sucking at the Korean's neck for a bit, then crawled across the bed to dig through his bag.

"Damn! You mean I could have kicked Zekkai's fucking face in and gotten away with it?" Hwoarang grinned to himself at the idea. Saying that out loud was probably a bad idea, but he wasn't about to take it back any time soon. He squirmed and had to twist his body to get onto his back again.

With the pants in hand, Jin backed up, leaving them next to Hwoarang's body. As he moved his body back over the redhead's, he pulled his sweater over his head, tossing it to the side. "Let's get the clothes out of the way, shall we?" He said with a smirk, then took ahold of the bondage pants. "Although it's a pity," he hissed, "these don't have a removable backside."

Hwoarang gazed up at Jin curiously. He wanted to try and read the expression, but his deceitful eyes ended up taking in that dead sexy body instead. He swallowed hard and squirmed a little more to get his hands in a less painful position behind his back. "Why the hell do you have to look so good?"

"Well, that goes both ways," Jin said as he tugged the vinyl pants off, revealing Hwoarang's boxerbriefs. "Why do you have to look so good?" He smirked as he pulled the underwear off as well, then slid a hand down between the redhead's thighs, moving almost teasingly slowly up to brush over the package. Still smirking, he leant down to let his tongue flicker lightly over the head of Hwoarang's erection.

A deep moan escaped the redhead's lips. It would have been wise to mention he hadn't been on the bottom before, but the words wouldn't come. Just as well, he didn't want Jin to think he was scared. After all, it didn't seem to bother all the women he had been with, so how hard could it be? He cleared his throat, preparing to catch that moan next time it decided to make a run for it. "I was going to give you that riding crop," he panted out, "but I don't think I'll let you have it until we're done."

Jin drew a finger into his mouth, then reached down between Hwoarang's legs. "Please?" He pouted playfully, "it looked so cool..." With that, he pushed the finger through the entrance, his other hand reaching up to undo his own pants.

That damn well hurt! The Korean squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath for a second before the unfamiliar initial pain subsided. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, but it still was painful and annoying. When he opened his eyes again, he grimaced and tried to pretend the sight of the man had no effect on him. "If you get some real lube, it's as good as yours."

With a smirk, Jin reached over into his sweater, pulling out a little tube and dropping it on Hwoarang's stomach. "There." He said, then pushed himself up and off the bed. "Have a good look..." Once he was standing, he didn't waste any time before dropping his pants and boxers, then stepped into the white and black gi pants. He tied them fastened right under his package, then headed over towards where the redhead had dropped the riding crop.

Too fast! Why did the guy have to do that so fast? Hwoarang scowled at the brief glimpse he got, but all was somewhat forgotten once he began to enjoy the sight of Jin wearing that gi. He shook his head and forced himself to spare a glance at the lube. "Damnit Jin, come back here."

Having picked up the crop, the Japanese climbed back onto the bed from the other side. When he was on it, he cracked the riding crop in the air. "Awesome," he panted, then leant down over Hwoarang's face from the side. "Thank you," he hissed, then parted the lips and treated the Korean to a deep, insistent kiss.

Hwoarang drew a heated moan against the man's mouth and arched his back. "It's getting damn cold here," he said once he could find his voice again. "Not fair, cuffing me and then getting off."

Smiling broadly, Jin moved to straddle Hwoarang by the stomach, then nuzzled the neck for a bit. When he lifted his head, their eyes met. "Perhaps not," the Japanese said with a grin, "so I'll make it up to you. You decide; do you want more kissing, licking, touching first, or shall I start breaking you in?"

Hwoarang rolled his eyes with playful sarcasm. "I'm not a little girl that needs to be buttered up before the real thing! I'm not Doormat!" With a smirk, he craned his neck to steal a taste of whatever flesh he could get.

Sitting back and straightening himself up, Jin ran the crop playfully over the harness. "So you're saying I should just dive right in?" He chuckled lightly, then slipped a hand down behind his back to run firmly up Hwoarang's erection.

"Fuck yes," Hwoarang managed to choke out after another escaped moan. Feeling that man's touch made any slight pain that might come later worth it. If the real thing was anything like that first finger, it would just stop hurting after a second anyway, so what was the big deal? He gazed lustfully up at Jin and licked his lips. "I'm a man, I can take it like one."

"Indeed you are." Jin said with a smirk, then picked up the tube. He carefully smeared a lot of the oil over his manhood, then lifted himself up. As he started pushing at Hwoarang's thighs, the redhead spread them further out, and the Japanese guided his tip to rest against the Korean's entrance. "Tell me if I'm too big for you, okay? If you tell me to stop, I will."

It was so strange to be that close to it; he felt he was in limbo for a moment there. The redhead rubbed the other man's leg with his own, trying to encourage the man to continue without actually asking for it. Could only abandon his pride in so many ways, that wasn't going to be one of them if he could help it. "Okay. What are you waiting for?"

Moving his hands over to Hwoarang's thighs, Jin blinked lustfully, then started pushing himself forward through the entrance. The shock of pain took the redhead's breath away. He couldn't think or speak, even the idea that it was finally happening was well forgotten for a good while as he waited for the agony to subside. Why the hell wasn't it subsiding yet?! When he could, he shakily inhaled and kept his body as still as he could.

When the head of his manhood was buried inside, Jin stopped. "Relax, Hwoarang. Relax to relieve the pain." He said insistently, then moved a hand up to wrap around the Korean's erection, pumping slowly.

Easy for him to say on the top! The Korean opened his mouth to shoot a string of obscenities at the man, but it wouldn't come out. He breathed slowly, trying to force his body to loosen up, and as it did, the pain began to lessen a bit. With the control coming back, he could feel the pleasure of Jin's hand start to distract him effectively. "Fuck... I did not expect that."

Once the hold was loosened a bit around his manhood, the Japanese started pushing firmly onwards. His eyes closed lustfully, and his breath was unsteady. As he increased his pumping, he moved his body down onto Hwoarang, bring his tongue to flicker over an ear. "I'm a man of many surprises," he forced out between his pants.

It still hurt like a bitch, and didn't seem to want to stop hurting. At the same time, something was beginning to feel good. Maybe it was just the movement or the concept of having his rival that was making it better. "I hope your other surprises are less painful."

"They are." Jin smirked, then pulled the chain from the day before out of the sweater pocket. "Don't worry... this won't hurt, but it'll make your pleasure more intense." He wrapped it around Hwoarang's neck, then tightened it just enough that the Korean had to force every breath to get enough air.

Harnessed, cuffed and strangled? Could he really still call this sex? His laboured breathing was making him dizzy, but not quite unbearably so. Hwoarang closed his eyes and groaned, his scattered thoughts trying to convince himself the whole thing wasn't for him; it was too much. His mouth was watering and his body was beginning to move along. Every inch of him craved it; thirsted for it, and he had no idea what that meant. In an attempt to tell the other man to stop, the intense desire he tried to quell spoke for him. "... Harder."

That earned him a smug grin. "Alright, punk!" The raven-haired man said in a playful voice; as playful as it got through that heavy lustful panting, anyway. Jerking himself forward, he brought another spike of pain shooting through Hwoarang's body. In the midst of a yelp, the Korean tried to save face by going into a string of curses. Jin's response was a soft moan, and he lifted the crop to trace the Korean's face gently. Then, a loud knock came on the door.

Hwoarang panted in a hopeless attempt to catch his breath as his attention drifted toward the door. A moment of confusion later, he remembered what he had ordered. He sneered at the interruption and looked back at Jin. "You're going to ignore that, right?"

As he started thrusting himself in firmly, Jin smirked down at his companion. His hand pumped the Korean harder, and every thrust made the raven-haired man's torso grind lightly against the harness. "Do you want me to ignore it?" He panted at his lover, running the crop over Hwoarang's jawline and to the neck.

Had to be the one most frustrating question he had ever heard. Hwoarang grunted, trying to focus through the pain and pleasure overwhelming him. He couldn't focus enough to find a dignifying answer, so instead he shouted at the door. "Go away, goddamnit!"

The sound of a tray being left on the floor and some annoyed grumbing was heard from the door. Jin grinned, leaning down to place a teasing kiss on Hwoarang's nose. "That was quick," he chuckled, "you sure you wouldn't rather have your coffee?" He moved a hand down to one of the Korean's hips for counterweight, pounding himself in harder the next moment, while all the same keeping up his forceful grip around the manhood and synchronising the movements.

The redhead's body tensed, but he forced it to relax. It was not a good time to make it more painful for himself. He fought back a persistent moan, and closed his eyes to enjoy the new and familiar feelings heating him up. "It'd be tricky," he mumbled between pants, "to drink anything without choking... while you're slamming me, wouldn't it?"

"It would." The Japanese had settled them both into his rhythm by now, and managed to keep it going without a hand for support. So he lifted the crop again, apparently enjoying to play with it. This time, he let the end run gently over Hwoarang's shoulder blades. He gave the lips below him a firm lick, then whispered intently. "I don't think I've ever had a fuck as good as this one..."

No doubt about it, that had been a compliment. Hwoarang gasped out another moan while he felt the pressure build up inside him. It was different in so many ways, but a compliment was the icing on the cake. His eyes slowly opened and he gazed at the man with distracted amusement. "Uh huh... I sure as hell hope I get a little credit for that."

"Fuck yeah." Jin forced out between his pants, then swallowed a few times to steady his breath. "When you could think this up for our first fuck, I can't wait to see what awesome things you'll think up for the next one." Still ramming himself in just as forcefully, he parted the Korean lips for a deep, thorough kiss.

Too bad he had to give the credit for creativity over to BT, but he wasn't about to say that. Hwoarang exhaled a shaky breath; there was no way he could hold on much longer. Why did it have to end? But the closer he came to release, the better he felt and the less he wanted to resist. All the pain was forgotten in a moment of bliss and his body jerked when his climax spilled a warm mess over his stomach.

Letting go of Hwoarang's manhood, Jin moved the hand down to a hip. With increasingly rough thrusts, he closed his eyes, moaning steadily. Suddenly, an amused smirk spread across his lips, and he cracked the crop in the air again. A few thrusts later, he released inside the Korean with a loud growl. He placed both hands on either side of his lover, leaning down to teasingly tickle Hwoarang's chin with his tongue.

Spent and suffering through a bit of disbelief, Hwoarang grinned vaguely and eyed the other man's body while he tried to catch his breath. He had a feeling he was going to sleep well that night. "Well, officer, am I off the hook? Uncuff me."

Jin reached over to the nightstand, taking the napkin. After pulling himself carefully out, he cleaned his erection, then dropped it on Hwoarang's torso. "With that key you gave me earlier?" He asked with a grin.

"Yeah..." Hwoarang contracted his abdominal, pulling himself to a sitting position, and edged his way to get off the bed. The movement sent a renewed pain through his backside and he grimaced, trying to ignore it. Did it always hurt like that immediately after? He considered complaining, but figured it would only make Jin more proud. "Do you still have it?"

"Sure." Jin untied his drawstring, putting the pants on properly before moving over to the pants he wore earlier. Pulling out the key, he walked up behind Hwoarang, placing a quick kiss on the redhead's neck. "Damn, Hwoarang, you have such a wonderfully tight ass..."

"That 'tight ass' is killing me. Why didn't anyone tell me it was going to hurt like that?" Okay, maybe it wasn't so easy to resist complaining. The redhead, faking annoyance, glanced back to check if his rival was buying it.

Jin grinned as he unlocked the cuffs and took them off, hanging them onto his drawstring. "Let's see... maybe they didn't know this big a guy was going to fuck you... maybe they thought you'd get buttered up first, or maybe they thought you'd take it like a man?" He chuckled lightly, patting Hwoarang on the shoulder.

For a second, Hwoarang considered punching the guy. No, a fight wouldn't end up well after what he had just done. He rubbed his wrists, and sneered with irritation before turning and heading toward the bathroom. Every step hurt and he had to struggle not to limp, but he figured he did a good job of hiding it. "Dick," he grumbled and then closed the bathroom door behind him.

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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