Shadows of the Zaibatsu

With a loud groan, Jin spilled his load deep into the Korean. He panted in satisfaction, gazing over the naked back under him, not wanting to pull his erection out just yet. Leaning over Hwoarang's body, he placed a wet kiss on the other man's neck. "You know, I'm fine with sleeping with you tonight, but then we'd have to do this again first in the evening, or I'll never get any sleep..."

Hwoarang's chest heaved in shallow breaths. He panted out a husky laugh and swallowed hard. "I like the idea of you being up all night thinking about me."

Grumbling quietly, Jin eventually smirked. It had been a while since he could dirty talk with someone who he thought genuinely cared about him. "And when I'm nearing blueballs, what do I do? Fuck you, jack off on your face or take off to find someone else? Your choice..."

"That's a no-brainer. Jack off. But warn me before you do so I can get the camera set up." Hwoarang glanced over his shoulder and breathed out a shivery sigh. "When you cum on my face, try not to get it in my eye."

"I'll try." Jin's smirk broadened as he thought about that mental image. Sounded like fun, but he doubted it'd be appreciated in practice. He swallowed, bringing both his arms down around the Korean's torso and pulling him teasingly up against his stomach.

There was a sigh and a moment of silence. The Korean hung his head and yawned, but made no attempt to get out of the embrace. "You're not going to be getting it on with anyone else, right?"

"Well, are you?" Jin smirked, leaning down to hug Hwoarang. "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have for boyfriend, so if you're so inclined..." He twisted his head for an insistent kiss on the Korean's cheek.

"Oh shit, I forgot... I've gotta have a long talk with Paul after this. Well, I haven't seen him in a few days, maybe he's eloped with Marshall by now." Hwoarang gazed back for a moment and then flashed a brief smile. "Can I get on my back, please? I'll let you put it back in when I'm comfortable if you really want."

"Alright." Jin grinned, shifting his hands to Hwoarang's hips and pulling his erection out. Then he frowned slightly as the first words started to sink in. "Paul...? You mean...?"

Casting an uncertain glance at Jin, the Korean shifted his weight and then rolled over onto his back. His legs moved out so that one was on either side of Jin, and then reached up to caress the Japanese face. "Phoenix, yeah... For the record, he never touched my ass."

With a content sigh, Jin moved his tip to rest against the Korean's opening, then pushed it slowly inside until it was burrowed all the way to the hilt. Despite him having just released, there was something strangely satisfying about inserting his manhood into his supposed rival's ass... enough to feel it hardening again already. "I'd have thought he was a bit old for you..." He said absent-mindedly.

Hwoarang purred softly as his eyes lowered to where they were joined. His hands slid up, one on Jin's shoulder and the other on the back of his head as the redhead pulled him down and claimed his lips in a sloppy kiss. He pulled back a second later and chuckled. "I wanted a fighter to satisfy me until I succussfully snuck into your bed, and Steve wasn't available."

Bending down, Jin licked and sucked at the Korean's neck. He gently lowered his body down onto Hwoarang's, then lifted his eyes to claim eye contact. "So, he's out of the picture now?" He asked with a smirk.

"Uh huh..." The Korean sighed. His eyes closed and his fingers combed through the black hair. "Next time I talk to him, I'll make it official." When he opened his eyes again, he laughed and added, "I hope to god you don't torture your other prisoners like this."

There was something extremely comfortable about feeling those fingers running through his hair. Jin closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling, bringing a hand up to blindly graze Hwoarang's cheek. As he fixed his gaze at the redhead, he smirked. "If you don't make out with anyone else, I won't either. Deal?"

"Deal. And I don't want Julia to get away with kissing you like that again. I'd ask you to forbid her from stepping foot on this property, but I guess that would be going a little too far." Hwoarang frowned and then cupped Jin's face in his hand as he leaned up to possessively capture Jin's lips.

Jin liked that taste. But however nice this was, he couldn't help thinking that he should get a few things done. Take the torture chamber inside so it didn't strike up suspicions, lock the sword away in his personal vault, make a list of possible moles and have them transferred to other identical jobs at a different site, that kind of things. But with every look at the red-haired youngster beneath him and the resulting throb in his manhood, he forgot how he intended to bring that up.

The fingers stroked his hair as the Korean laid his head back down and gazed over the man above him. "I think I'm up for one more round, how about you, Kazama-sama?"

There was no way he could turn that offer down. Instead of answering, Jin just grinned, leaned down to capture the Korean's lips eagerly as he subtly started to rock back and forth inside the redhead. It was going to take a while to reach climax so soon after a release, but he didn't mind. He couldn't think of anything he'd rather do than fuck Hwoarang.

Hwoarang breathed out a throaty sigh and hooked a leg around the Japanese. His arms slid down, wrapping around the torso as his lips roamed down to heatedly play over the flesh of Jin's neck. "You have no idea how hot I get when you obey me."

After leaning down to place a quick kiss on Hwoarang's temple, he pulled up a little. "Yeah, here I'm being so nice and easy, it's bound to earn me some kneeling in the future, isn't it?" Jin winked jokingly as he increased the force of his thrusts.

After a resulting moan, the Korean's body tensed slightly. "I'll kneel for you whenever the fuck you want, so long as nobody else finds out and lives to tell about it... Damn that feels good..." Fingers curled against Jin's back, but the nails weren't long enough to scratch.

And then the phone rang. Well, it could be something important... something to do with the G Corporation... Jin sighed, then stopped his thrusts to lean over to the nightstand, punching the speaker phone button. "Yes?" He said loudly, then slipped a hand down to Hwoarang's hip to help himself pick the full pace back up.

Hwoarang covered his own mouth with the back of his hand and only tore his attention away to look at the phone for a second.

"Jin," It was Julia Chang's voice, and the annoyance was obvious. Upon hearing it, Hwoarang's hand left his mouth and spite shone in his eyes. Julia spoke again, "We need to talk about what your toy pulled the other night."

Jin sighed. Given her referring to Hwoarang that way after the tournament, that was probably who she meant. He leant down to place an insistent kiss on the Korean's lips, then turned towards the phone. "I wasn't aware I had a toy, but go ahead."

"That psychotic freak came to my home at 2 am with a gun, Jin. He tried to kill me! If I hadn't gotten out of the way and if he hadn't been stopped after that by that creep, I'd be dead right now!" Julia was sounding a little hysterical but she took a breath to calm herself down. "There's seriously something wrong with him."

As soon as those words came from the speakers, the one in question stifled a resentful laugh. "Next time I won't fail, hag!"

Tried to kill her? Well, that was news. Jin quirked a brow, placing another quick kiss on the Korean's lips while keeping up his insistent movements into Hwoarang. "Anyone want to tell me why?" He asked with a smirk.

Hwoarang breathed out an over-exaggerated moan and rocked his hips along with the Japanese movements. "She humiliated me and insulted me... And Master said I could."

"Oh, please!" came Julia's retort. "You were just on a jealous tantrum, you freak! You're having sex, aren't you? He tried to kill me, Jin, you should at least attempt to be troubled that your new 'artist' is so inclined to homicide!"

Indeed, it was a serious issue, but Jin's mind was too muddled by hormones to avoid finding the whole thing humorous. "I shot at him today... does that help?" Jin winked at Hwoarang, moving both hands to the redhead's hips and increasing his pace.

"Really, must you act like horny teenagers? Obviously you don't understand the gravity of what he had almost done. Shooting at him doesn't count when it's in your perverse foreplay!" Julia huffed angrily.

Jin leant down to put his lips against Hwoarang's ear, whispering softly. "She has a point, you know. Shooting at you as foreplay sounds incredibly hot..." He straightened himself up a little, still not stopping to pound through the redhead's tunnel. "Gravity... well, yeah, I understand. So what now? You want me to punish him?"

"I'm afraid to say yes to that. I don't want to fuel any S&M games for you two." She paused and then hesitantly asked, "Tell me, Hwoarang, did Kazuya punish you like he said he would?"

Hwoarang grunted and said something unintelligibly under his breath. Casting a furious glare at the phone, he tightened his grip around Jin. "No, bitch, but he's going to wish he had. Harder, Jin."

A request the raven-haired man had a fair bit of appreciation for. With a firmer grip around Hwoarang's hip, he proceeded to slam himself in harder. He moaned once, then swallowed the next as he attempted to steady his voice. "Then what do you want?" He forced out quickly, not without a touch of annoyance.

"What do I want? I want peace of mind. I want to know that he won't invade my home in the middle of the night and try to kill me again. I want you to control your toy, and if you can't manage that, I'll make sure he's put behind bars for a very long time, do you understand me? I don't like having my life threatened."

Being shamelessly vocal with expressing his pleasure, Hwoarang pulled Jin down so he could pant into his ear, "I wish you'd hang up on the wench."

Jin lifted his head to meet the Korean's gaze. He winked and smirked, not overly happy about her tone, and searching for a way to get as much fun as possible out of it. "You're not going to do it again, are you?"

"I don't have time," the Korean's breathing got momentarily erratic as he was trying to speak. "If you keep slamming my ass every night, I won't have the time to murder that hag."

Smirking, the raven-haired man looked over at the phone. "See, Julia. There's your favour. He won't come back and murder you." He paused, grinning more broadly. "Now if you want me to continue funding your research, keep giving me foreplay suggestions. Shooting at him sounds fun, and I expect another fun suggestion from you by mail tomorrow morning."

"You... You're kidding, right?" Julia's disbelieving voice grew quiet quickly and she failed to come out with a better response.

Hwoarang appeared to greatly enjoy the suggestion as his lustful gaze widened with surprise and amusement. His fingers found their way back into Jin's hair. "This is so worth risking my life for."

Greatly encouraged by the Korean's reaction, Jin grinned broadly. "Well, of course I don't expect you to take on another project for me for free. I'll boost the funding by 5%, starting tomorrow, but every day without a new and fun foreplay suggestion means zero funding that day. If you're going to complain about that, I'm taking those 5% back off."

A sound of annoyance came from the speaker and then a click. The woman had hung up.

The laugh resulting from the Korean quickly turned into a panted moan. Hwoarang tugged down at the Japanese to ignite another fiery kiss, but that was promptly interrupted when the redhead broke into more laughter. "You are so sexy when you're bad!"

"I feel so lucky right now..." Jin said with a grin, then leant down to flicker his tongue over the Korean's cheek. "Who would have thought I'd find a boyfriend who's all happy when I suggest shooting at him for foreplay..."

"I've got a news flash for you, loverboy. It was me who found you. Not the other way around." The Korean body shivered and the eyes drew closed as another moan escaped the throat.

Jin nodded. "Alright, you got me. Indeed it was you who found me." He chuckled, then nuzzled Hwoarang's jawline. "For what it's worth, when I shoot at you, I will keep missing."

Hwoarang's body tightened around Jin and he flicked his tongue out at the Japanese lips. "That's too bad. I'd have enjoyed being nursed back to health if you didn't miss. Hey, can I shoot back?"

"Of course!" The Japanese grinned, letting his tongue wander out to meat the tip of Hwoarang's. "But on two conditions. You're going to have to miss too, and when you're ready to fuck, you come give me your gun." He blinked a few times, then let out a dreamy sigh. "I want to be reminded of this day every time..."

"You're breaking my heart! I was looking forward to capturing you at gunpoint and forcing you to fuck me." His eyes opened and drifted over Jin. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of wounding your perfect body."

The Japanese smirked. "Well, that sounds fun too..." Placing a teasing kiss on Hwoarang's nose, he felt his climax coming, and to his satisfaction, he felt Hwoarang's warm load spread all over their torsos before he finally spilled his seed into the Korean's depths.

For a few seconds the Korean panted, staring at the ceiling. When he was finally able to speak again, a sigh came out first. "Is there any way I can sneak out from here without being noticed?"

Swallowing, the raven-haired man stared at his companion. "Sneak out...?" He paused, then frowned. "Weren't we going to sleep together tonight?"

"Yeah we are," Hwoarang answered insistently. "I just have a couple things to take care of, like breaking up with Paul and... I really need to see my Master." Hwoarang's brow furrowed anxiously as he glanced at his watch.

"I see..." Jin answered, not managing to keep the uneasiness out of his voice. "Telling you it's dangerous is old news, so..." He sighed, furrowing his brows. How was he going to get Hwoarang safely back in if he left? "Sneaking out is too dangerous. I need an excuse for letting you leave, but none of those I can think of are particularly appealing..."

"Cover me in blood and throw me out into the street. I'll call you when I'm done and we can work out a way in then." The Korean sighed and gently stroked the Japanese face. If you lend me a hoodie, maybe I could sneak out."

The Japanese sighed too and forced a smirk. "If you're seen anywhere without me having officially willingly released you, you're prone to get shot. If I release you without a feasible excuse, G Corporation are likely to kill you." He sighed again, patting Hwoarang's shoulder, which felt a bit awkward given their position. "Normally there's one or more of three things you'd have to swallow involved. But I'm not so sure we want to go there..."

The suggestion made Hwoarang's eyes light up hopefully. He caught Jin's hand and kissed the fingertips before wrapping his arms around Jin's neck. "What would I have to swallow? As long as it won't kill me or make me impotent, I don't see why it would be a problem. I could pretend to swallow and spit it out once I'm out." There was a daring look as his lip quirked in a subtle frown. "Nah, nevermind. I could wait until the heat dies down to go deal with those things. Don't worry about it."

"The three common things to swallow..." Jin started, then shrugged. "The first one is explosives. Which means if a specific button is pushed in the control centre, you're a human bomb, strong enough to clear out a large building." He swallowed, then continued. "The second is a tracking device. Maybe that could sound plausible if I had an interesting secret place I'd suggest you'd go if we let you. The third is a poison, which has only one antidote - my saliva. 24 hours without it, and you'd die. The effect lasts for months." He smiled apologetically. "They don't sound tasty, do they?"

"I'll take the poison." Hwoarang smirked and licked Jin's mouth. "Sounds like an excuse to make out with you in public... If you use that poison on anyone else and decide to let them live, I am going to hit you so hard, you'll forget your own fucking name."

"Hwoarang..." Jin sighed, not quite knowing how to put it. "They aren't competition for you. I don't kiss them." He reached up to graze the Korean's cheek with the back of his hand. "They have to provide what they're asked for, every day... and if they do, I spit on their faces. That lets them live."

"As far as I'm concerned, everyone is competition. But I don't want to get spit on. so let's go with the tracking device. Tell them I might lead you to Kazuya or the moles or something and lets be done with it. I don't like all this fuss when all I want to do is talk to Master Baek." Hwoarang scowled, but it was directed somewhere past Jin.

Jin pulled himself out, running a hand over the red hair. "Fine. Just remember, if it is removed, you're not likely to survive. Believe me, with the scientists I have around here, swallowing anything that comes out of the lab is rather creepy." With that, he pushed to his feet, starting over towards his clothes.

Hwoarang put on a confident smirk and laughed, but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I guess that means you'll know if I ever cheat on you, huh? I don't mind, so let's do it."

"Okay. When you're ready, we'll go to the lab." Jin smirked back at him, then started getting dressed. "We don't usually tell people what they've swallowed, so officially, you don't know what it is."

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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