Shadows of the Zaibatsu

Seeing that face was too much. Hwoarang took a small step forward and then fell to his knees, hanging his head in the hopes that his hair would hide the tears trailing down his cheek. He couldn't act. He couldn't do anything but close his eyes and mutter quietly, "I'm... back."

"Guards... leave us." Jin said, then closed and locked the door behind them. He went back to the Korean, lowering down on one knee and wrapping his arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Welcome back." He said softly, dotingly stroking the red hair.

"He hurt Master..." Hwoarang moved his arms around his rival to return the embrace and buried his face in the broad shoulder. "Master was whipped because of me."

Jin drew a loud inhale, then sighed. "That's bad..." He said, pulling the redhead tighter against him, still stroking his hair. "You think he'd let me protect him?"

"I don't think so. He said he'd rather die standing than be hunted down. I told him I was going to come back and finish it. Maybe as long as Kazuya thinks I'm trying, he won't kill him, but..." Hwoarang's body shook as he gulped back a sob before it could escape. He looked pathetic enough without crying like a goddamn baby. "My choices are going to get him killed, but he won't let me help him. I don't know what to do..."

The Japanese swallowed. "He doesn't have to be hunted down, Hwoarang." He paused, then broke the hug for a moment to place a firm kiss on the redhead's cheek. Resuming the hug, he added, "I can give him a job if he wants one. Or we can capture him and place him in a luxurious cell. Or we could..."

Capture his Master? Baek would be pissed! After a few seconds of silence, Hwoarang laughed and nuzzled Jin's neck. "I'm a fucking wreck... Maybe I could... Somehow convince him to come here, but he's not going to like it one bit. He's a stubborn old man, you know."

Another sigh left Jin's lips. "Getting him here is the first step. Making him like it will have to come after." He lifted a hand to graze the Korean's cheek. "What does he like? Martial arts tournaments? Teaching? Exciting missions?"

"He's too old for exciting missions. Don't tell him I said that. Maybe he'd enjoy teaching as long as he doesn't get stuck with more brats like me." Hwoarang pressed his lips to the neck and jaw, idly kissing the man between deep unsteady breaths.

Pulling away, Jin lifted the redhead's chin to let their eyes meet. "We'll figure something out." He said without a doubt in his voice, then pushed to his feet, offering his hand to Hwoarang. "Let's get somewhere more comfortable."

With a reluctant frown, Hwoarang accepted the hand and clumsily got to his feet as well. "Alright... I think your new friend, Chaolan, has the hots for Kazuya."

The raven-haired man wrapped an arm tightly behind the Korean's back, walking him into the bedroom. "He's already on my list, but... why do you think so?"

"I think his exact words were, 'Kazuya is mine and Jin is mine'. I'm guessing he got a piece of you, huh? You didn't kiss him, right?" Hwoarang looked uncertainly at Jin, watching to make sure he had no more competition.

"No, I didn't kiss him, but I whipped him bloody..." Jin smirked, then leant forward to capture Hwoarang's lips. He kissed his companion enthustiastically, his hands brushing eagerly over the Korean's back.

Now that was a comforting thought. His first time with Jin was much less brutal than Lee's. Or maybe he did that to all his new employees. Hwoarang passionately returned the kiss and rubbed up against the other body. If he was going to be sacrificing so much for that man, he figured he might as well forget about everything else for the time being and enjoy it. If only forgetting were that easy... He broke from the kiss with a sigh and leaned against Jin. "Have you found any of the moles?"

Jin shrugged. "I have a list of 183 people I'm going to transfer to another location. And we have... our methods. Unfortunately, these things take a little while." He sighed contently as he slid one hand down to the Korean's backside. "But right now," he said as his other hand started unzipping Hwoarang's top, "I don't want to think about moles."

Hwoarang grinned and placed a wet kiss on Jin's jaw. "What if I said I can't bend over for you until I've bathed?" His hand slid down the front of Jin's pants, giving the package a stroke over the material.

With a playful smirk, Jin ran a finger over the Korean's throat. "Then I'll have to remind you that I'm fully capable of owning your ass in the shower."

"You're a fucking pervert." Hwoarang laughed and gave the man's neck a playful suck before pulling away and looking around. "As long as you can wash my back while you own my ass. Where is it?"

Having finished unzipping Hwoarang's vest, Jin tugged it off, then ran his finger over the exposed torso. "Right this way..." He said in a satisfied hiss, wrapping one arm around the Korean and pushing him gently backwards with the other.

"One day I'm going to teach you the lesson of waiting to get what you want, but... not today." Hwoarang reached down to undo Jin's belt while he moved slowly in the direction he was being led.

"You really want to teach me how to resist fucking you whenever I get the chance? There's so many things I have to do, but none of them seem to matter when this is an option...." He grinned, then gave Hwoarang's neck a firm suck. "You're right. I just can't wait."

Hwoarang liked the sound of that. It was about damn time he came first for someone! He claimed Jin's lips in a deep, appreciative kiss while he yanked the belt out of the loops and started undoing the pants. Maybe he was a little impatient too. "You wear too much clothes. Why can't you just wear a gi everywhere?"

Stopping so he could avoid falling from his dropping pants, Jin took the opportunity to unbuckle the Korean's belt. "If the moles see me carry a gun, they might figure out I intend to protect you if something happens... which busts your cover. I hardly need it to protect myself." He smirked, starting to tug at Hwoarang's jeans.

"I hate being the damsel in distress. How about I protect you instead?" As the pants hit the ground, the Korean kicked out of them and wrapped his arms around Jin's neck. "You're the King, right? I'll be the sexy stableboy."

"Hwoarang..." Jin smirked lightly, stepping out of his pants and starting to push the redhead backwards again. "After you protected me from Kazuya's plot with your life at stake, I don't think you're in a position to tell me not to protect you." He placed a teasing kiss on Hwoarang's chin, then added with a wink, "but you can be the sexy stableboy if you want."

With a smirk, the redhead grinded up against his rival and flicked his tongue over the Japanese lips. "You're right. I saved your life, so where the fuck is my reward?"

Capturing Hwoarang's tongue teasingly with his lips, Jin pushed Hwoarang through the door and into the bathroom. "The best reward ever... I'll fuck you, sleep with you, protect you..." The Japanese grinned, then gave the Korean a firm gaze. "This is where you agree and say I am the best reward ever."

"You are the best reward ever. I've been fighting for you for years, so you had better damn well be!" Hwoarang grinned and looked around for the faucet, spotting the shower a few feet away.

Jin unzipped his jacket, then took it off. A black gun was visible in an internal pocket, but the Japanese folded the jacket over it, then started pulling down his boxers. "I'll do my best!" He grinned again, then said jokingly, "so if you're putting me on guard duty, I'll stay over here while you start the shower for as long as I can resist... which might be... ten seconds?"

Hwoarang's face twisted into a playful frown and he undressed the rest of the way as well. As he spoke he motioned to Jin's package. "No fair. You whip that thing out and then tell me I have to wait ten seconds? That's too cruel, Kazama." Winking, he went over and turned on the shower, getting under the flow of water as soon as he was sure it wouldn't scold him.

"I guess that means no guardian duty." Jin smirked, moving in behind Hwoarang and squeezing the liquid soap container. Once he got a handful, he started smearing it over the Korean's back. A few moments later, he rinsed one hand, using his other hand to put some lotion onto the fingers. "How lucky I had this here..." He said teasingly, then moved the hand down to rest a finger against the redhead's entrance.

It took a moment to stop his thoughts from becoming jealous when he wondered why the man had that there. Probably didn't mean anything, and if it did, it wasn't his business who Jin nailed in the shower before. He glanced back over his shoulder. "Would you be upset if I went around tomorrow and put my name on all your lube?"

Carefully inserting his finger, the raven-haired man slid his free hand onto the Korean's chest. "Well, I wouldn't be upset if it would be an invitation to keep nailing your ass a couple of times every day. Is that how I should understand it?"

The Korean grunted and nodded absently. His hand reached back to caress the man's thigh. "That invitation has been long standing, but you've just been too fucking oblivious to take it. When I put my name on all your lube, that will be a warning to anyone who attempts to get in your pants."

"Sounds fine to me." Jin leant in to run his teeth over Hwoarang's neck as he pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. "But I have to warn you. I have a lot of lube."

"I've got a lot of time," Hwoarang choked out in the midst of a groan. Being the receiver wasn't so easy after a day of getting his ass kicked and slammed already. He slowly moved his head back and turned slightly to press his lips to Jin's cheek.

With a content moan, Jin rubbed up against the Korean, then pulled his fingers out and started coating up his manhood. "Hwoarang... would you move in with me?" He asked softly as he positioned himself, then started driving his erection in while licking the redhead's ear.

Between the sudden pain and his body's need for more, Hwoarang hadn't the brain power to figure out how serious that invitation was. He moaned and spit out the water that collected in his mouth from the shower. "Fuck yes!"

"Alright..." Jin chuckled lightly, then whispered teasingly, "but you ain't getting your own room, because I want you to sleep in my bed."

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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