The First Crack in the Metal

**Chapter 17**
Balancing the Blade

Jin had not left the apartment for three full days. He was afraid the moment he stepped foot out of the dwelling, he would miss the Blood Talon in passing. There had been little sleep, no appetite. nothing but a constant replay of fuzzy memories and an endless mantra pleading penance. Jin felt himself surrounded by glass, and fissure by crack, his world was coming down around him in shards.

The fourth night away from Hwoarang was drawing into the late hours as Jin walked up the steps to the Korean temple. He entered, bowing in respect, tossing the duffle he had packed up, at the entrance. What he sought was there, kneeling in meditation, comforted by the resounding slap of the juk-bi against a raw, beaten bloody palm. It was apparent Hwoarang was engaged in his own form of soul searching and penance through meditation….to the point of self abuse.

“Hwoarang….” Jin said softly, finding his whisper carried by the inner sanctum. He did not feel comfortable using the Koreans given name, not now when everything was so…broken. Unlike times before this, when the relationship road was rocky, this one felt like the end. How could it not be, now that the Blood Talon had discovered his secret. What choice did I have? Leave him there to be taken by the police…or for Kazuya to come and finish the job…I had to get him out of there…I had the power…to get him to safety…

The Blood Talon paused the juk-bi thrashing against his bloody palm…his rocking coming to a slow halt as amber eyes opened, focused straight ahead of him to the brass of the dharma drum. The inner sanctum was lit with long abandoned torches, adding an ephemeral glow to the long, deep chamber.

“It has been three days since you have returned…so I brought you some food and bottled water, even packed what was left of your whiskey. There is also a change of clothes…and a pillow. I wasn’t sure if you had a pillow.” Jin said softly, pressing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, watching the tattered hem, apparently all the western rage, brush against the floor.

“Its all here in your duffle.” He cleared his throat. “I really miss you…and I know you cant deal with me right now…I know you cant handle everything you have seen…but the tournament is starting again in two days…and well, I miss you. But I already said that.”

There was no response. But Jin had expected that. He waited a long moment, eyes watching the Koreans back, perfectly poised, still wearing the dobok from days ago. The Japanese youth could feel his heart breaking, could taste the ice between them like a wall he could not melt.

“I will leave you be…I am sorry for disturbing you.” He spoke through anguished lips, turning as his eyes closed. This…was the end.

Hwoarang felt his jaw tighten, his body shake. The medication the hospital had given him, after a doctor visiting Chang had seen the condition of the Blood Talon deteriorate over the full three days at every visiting hour, was helping to heal his body…but not his fractured spirit. He rose with a start, barely giving Jin the chance to whirl around to face him…

The Blood Talon launched into a set of heavy left machine gun kicks, aimed for Jins shoulders and upper body. Kazama had just enough time to whirl around and block the onslaught with the strength of his unguarded forearms.

With a heavy sneer, his leg once more returned to the ground, the Korean hit a Right PK, motion switching to swing out a left punch followed by a mid right kick….this time it connected to Jin, who had not yet seen that move from Hwoarang, sending the Japanese youth to his knee.

“Don’t do this.” Jin pleaded as he jumped back with cat like reflexes, just in time to catch the Left Flamingo power blast…a faint kick that fell into an arm switch of stance…and flawless into a right high kick.

Jin parried using position change, pushing Hwoarang back as the Korean prepared for another attack. There was only one way to stop this…and the Japanese youth called on his training.

Jin grounded himself raising his leg for a high striking left crescent kick that slithered into a low roundhouse…dropping the Blood Talon onto his backside. He remained in guarded stance as Hwoarang raised himself up, the momentary rage seeming to be snapped, even if those amber eyes glistened with pure hatred. “How the fuck could you not tell me!” He hissed, teeth clenched, lips pulled back into a snarl.

Jin gathered his breath, still watching for those signs, even a twitch of those long, deadly appendages. “I did not know how…Seung…please believe me…I..I didn’t know what to say…that would not end in your leaving me!”

The Blood Talon, breathing heavy, paced like a stalking cat, amber eyes holding Jins face with a sense of disdain. “I had a fucking right to know…I deserved to know..what I was fucking going to bed with!”

Jin cringed. “You have been to bed with me…never with him…I keep him as caged as I can..but sometimes, I am over powered. I promise you, Seung…it has never been…him.”

“At least that thing told the truth…not like you. You fucking betrayed me…you lied to me…pretending all this time you knew nothing…when you knew EVERYTHING.” The pacing continued as Hwoarang braced one hand on his hip, the other tightening into a fist, squeezing drops of blood around him like an incantation as he moved. “All this time I felt you…under my skin…I knew it was the blood…but its not fucking even your blood..its his. I have that things god damned essence inside of me!”

Jin shook his head, his lips trembling. “No…Seung. It is my body, my blood you have supped from.” Every last vestige of sanity was breaking like shards of glass. “I did not ask for this curse! Don’t you understand that? Kazuya passed it to me…in my mothers womb. I made no deal with the devil, Seung, I never sold my soul. I did not know what was happening to me…not until Heihachi…not until after the fight with Toshin.”

“You fucking liar.” Hwoarang hissed. “That tattoo on your arm…that’s the mark of it. You knew longer than that…you knew when you gave yourself to me…you knew that day in my old room…with the feather.”

Jin could not contest all of that. The tattoo was something he did not understand..but that day, in the Blood Talons former den..he felt the transformation coming. “How could I have told you? Tell me now, how I could have done that? You rejected me..threw me away…would you have listened to me then? Do you listen to me now?”

Hwoarang narrowed his eyes, tightening the fist that bled until he could feel his own nails breaking further into the self abused flesh, blood pulsing in rivulets past the well of his knuckles. “Your not even fucking human!” He said like a last line of defense, so unsure…so…deceived.

“I am human…I am real and made of flesh and blood…” Jin wanted to crumble, his body shaking with exhaustion, wracking with severe emotional pain. “This…thing…lives inside me..but it is not me…its just a part of myself I cant get rid of. Why don’t you see that, Seung! Why cant you see…it is Me standing before you. It is me..that is hurting now…and pleading, without saying, for you to save me.”

Hwoarang looked away, the bloody fist shaking as he tried to find some sign of balance. He cocked his head down, watching the blood well in droplets along the sacred, cracked stone floor of the inner sanctum.

“Your all I have to keep me going, Seung.” Jins words were tinged with raw pain, his lower lip trembling as he continued. “Everything in my life has betrayed me…even my own spirit…but you are my strength to keep moving through the darkness…you are the light, the fire I stand beside to shake the chill from my bones. Damn the devil to hell…I need you…I cant make it without you…I cant..fight it off…I have no will to battle away this demon…if not for you.”
“Your asking me to accept..a demon, for fuck sake!” Hwoarang shouted, though Jins words had hit deeper than he wanted to admit. He could taste the pain in the Japanese youths voice, could feel it echoed through his blood…but the anger, that Leo born August fire, was still too hot inside of him.

Jin closed his eyes tightly, lips trembling as he turned. Hwoarang was right. There was no way the Korean could possibly accept the depth of this unnatural situation…and Jin could not ask for him to. It was wholly unrealistic…unfair…and painful.

The Japanese youth tightened his hand into a fist as he walked toward the entrance, the fatal lightning sliding down his arm as a sudden corpse punch leveled against the stone, making the brick tremble…leaving a blood mark from the curve of Jins knuckles as the youth moved out and down the stairs. There was nothing for him now…nothing but the vendetta…the end of the Mishima line…and the solace of sleep, deep in the ground, once his work was finished.

Hwoarang walked to the entrance, watching Jin disappear into the night. He was still writhing angry, nearly to the point of spitting, until he scented something familiar all around him. Jins blood.

The Korean turned his eyes to the source. A splatter of knuckles in four waves against the stone. He looked to the pattern for a long moment before raising his own bloody hand, pressuring the flat bridge of his fist against the mark Jin had left. Blood on Blood. Their hands were nearly the same size, left the nearly same imprint.

The Blood Talon whirled around, the four instruments of the Temple whipping past his view. “Fuck!” He shouted out, kicking his duffle half way across the inner sanctum. Either way he chose…he could not win.

**

Jin returned to the apartment with the intention of gathering up everything that was his…and finding another place to stay till the tournament and his business was concluded. So long as he remained in these four walls, he knew Hwoarang would not return to his own dwelling…and that fact alone was more than the Japanese youth could take.

Now, it was all Jin could do to look around him and drink in the ambiance of this place. He had nothing that belonged to him, nothing but what the Korean had provided him with. At least when he first said he would stay here, he had Hwoarang…now even that was gone from him. Every pathway was tossing obstacles to prevent Jin from ever finding some sense of happiness, of calm. And now, with his heart ripped away from his lover…there was just no point in trying to find any sense of solace and comfort.
It was really over, just like that.

All the arguing and heated exchanges, the slow burning banter and dark cries in the night…two years of agony spent apart, only to find each other again. Over. Fates cruel joke fueled by destiny’s even crueler hand.

Leaving the spare key on the range, Jin opened the door, giving one last look around…every corner seeming to have a story to tell him. Shaking his head softly, he drew up his hood and locked the door behind himself. The night was warm, yet Jin slid his hands into his pockets as he stepped out into the darkness, not sure where his heavy heart would lead him.

**

The Blood Talon stepped lightly through the clearing of brush and grass, leaning against the heavy bark of a tree as he lit up a cigarette. The flame highlighted his features almost as completely as the dawn that rose around him, casting a glowing orange halo around his drying coppery tendrils.

It took him a long while to leave the confines of the Korean Temple, to gain the courage to stop studying the mark of blood mingled…the punch of Jins hand that had crackled the Japanese youths knuckles and his own, abused palm from the juk-bi.

It was clear past dawn when the Blood Talon had come home to his apartment to find Jin gone. He took a short time to shower and redress before looking deep inside himself to where the Japanese youth, the half demon, could have gone. His blood and instinct brought him here. And he was right.

“Why did you leave the apartment?” Hwoarang asked. Jin knew he was here, even if the youth did not turn to glance over his shoulder, back braced against a tree as he sat with his knees to his chest, looking so vulnerable and lost, even from the Koreans view behind Jin.

“I knew you would not return to your home if I remained there. It would be dishonor to prevent you from what is rightfully yours.” Jin said, chin resting against the forearms that crossed and held his knees close to him. He had wandered the night without rest to finally come here, the scene of his picnic with Ling only a week ago…and of the first true fight that would cause a break up between the Blood Talon and himself, two years ago. In its own, desolate right, this place was sacred ground.

Hwoarang shuffled his boot against the dark earth beneath him. His head shook with intimate understanding. All of this, was just too much to bear. But the Blood Talon never ran from a fight. or a another person, in his life. He was not about to start now. “I see.”
Jin was silent for a long moment. “You do not have to trouble yourself with worry for me, Hwoarang, though it was kind of you to seek me out.”

“Then you disrespect me.” Hwoarang said with a snicker and that forced Jin to turn his head to look over his shoulder.

“How have I done that?” The Japanese youth said in earnest. He was not sure he could take one more accusation, one more truthful statement to tear him asunder.

“Because then, you are keeping from me, what is mine.” Hwoarang flicked the burnt down, cigarette even as Jin rose and for the first time since the conversation, two eyes locked.

Jin had a look so forlorn in his eyes as he looked into the Blood Talons amber orbs, the rays of deep dawn reflecting gold into the glint of that gaze. “Do you know…what it is you are saying…by saying those words?”

Hwoarang pressed his hands into denim pockets. “I know your…not exactly human…but I know your not completely demon either. I know I want you around…and I want to be around you.” The Korean cocked his head to the side, ever so slightly, letting still whet tendrils cling to the side of his face. “I know it might be more than I can take…but what I don’t know is…how much I can take of it, until I try.”

“Why would you do all of this? I have done nothing but bring you misery…bring you lies and danger…your body was nearly broken, your spirit locked in fear. Why would you return to this…when all I have ever done to you, is disappoint you?” Jin had expected reproach, anger, fear and stinging betrayal. What met him. was only the questioning in Hwoarangs eyes of just how much he really could take…how much he really could believe in what they had…

“Because.” Hwoarang stopped himself, biting the edge of his lip, the words right on the edge of his tongue, the declaration that was so nearly ready to break free and change their lives forever. “Because I…well, you are the challenge to my balance.”

Jin was unable to control the easy smile that fell over his dour lips. Trust in Hwoarang to always be truthful, no matter what ills the world may inflict. “So, what do we do now?”

“Shit, your asking me?” The Blood Talon gave a side long glance, trying to conceal that half smile that was slowly claiming his lips. “I have a great idea. Lets go home. We can lock ourselves in our bedroom and pretend the world is normal for a few hours. How does that sound to you, Jin?”

The Japanese youth smiled softly. “Like bliss, Seung. It sounds like bliss.”

**

Jin noticed Hwoarang had been keeping his distance through most of their conversation. The two had done as the Blood Talon promised, plopping down on the large Queen sized bed in Hwoarangs remote apartment in the Yurei district with a few beers and some herbal relief the Korean had rolled up as they spoke. It had taken time to break open some of the guarded thoughts Hwoarang kept inside…but every revelation was worth it.

“…she was taken. Don’t really know what the Military Police would want with a textile worker trying to support her kid, but hey, that’s the nature of life, right? I never heard another thing after they took her. I was only 10.” The Korean exhaled softly. “I did what I had to do to survive. It was a bad time in Korea especially in the Cholla region, a northern province of Ch'ungch'ong, south Korea. Mostly an agricultural area, not a lot of chance to make it on your own at any age. Hell, martial law broke down, the government was shit…people were killing each other in the streets for food. It was survival instinct alone…and the gang I joined that kept me alive.” Hwoarang said softly as he lit up another of the rolled cigarettes, still laying on his back, sideways on the bed.

“But what about your father, I mean, didn’t you try to find him?” Jin asked, so painfully innocent, it was almost relieving.

“Nah, don’t know much about him. Apparently he was some soldier stationed at the American Embassy in Korea. Probably duped my mother into believing if she fucked him, he would bring her to the good ol’ U.S of A. She never really spoke of him that I can remember…I don’t know if that’s a damn shame, or a blessing.” The Blood Talon snickered, passing the fresh rolled cigarette to Jin.

“Your spirit is so strong, Seung. It must have come as a horrible blow to your person and yet, it helped to make you who you are….” Jin said softly. He had little memory of more than his mother and the occasional words she shed about Kazuya. Her descriptions were idyllic….beautiful…something to inspire awe and honor, even if that was far from what the Japanese youth felt toward his own sire. “When did you first know, you were…well, Bisexual?”

“When did you first know you were half demon?” Hwoarang rebuttal defensively and quirked a dark brow. “15, Seoul Korea. Your answer?”

“During the last tournament after you and I…split up.” Jin responded quietly. “In South America, when Heihachi shot me…I did not survive it, the demon did…it brought me out of there…and when I awoke…I was on foreign soil.”

“And that’s where the tattoo came from. The feathers, the sickness, it all makes sense to me now. How could I not have put it all together.” Hwoarang shook his head amidst a cavalcade of coppery tendrils.

Jin sat with one leg pressed to his chest, the other crossed beneath his body. He took yet another inhale of the herbal cigarette before passing it back to Hwoarang. It was a pleasant distraction from meeting those amber eyes. “I guess no one could put it together. These kinds of things aren’t supposed to exist in the real world. Nightmares and fairytales…but not flesh and blood.”

Hwoarang snickered, taking a drag off the rolled herbal before passing it back. “There are times I really…feel you, Jin. I guess that’s the blood I keep tasting in my mouth…the blood I cant seem to get enough of. I get a scent of you…and my lips start to ache like I‘m some fucking vampire“ Hwoarang snickered yet again. “I hope you‘ll need a buddy in hell cause I think I just damned myself right there next to you.”

Jin pulled his bent up leg closer to his body. “I don’t know what it can do to you, I mean its still my body and my blood…but I don’t think you should ever have another drop of it…just in case. I mean, if we ever…you know, should be intimate again.” That seemed like common sense. He did not understand why that practice had even started. It was only small droplets attained through occasional hard biting….but it was still, as Hwoarang had said, almost vampiric. Then again, the lust between them was anything but holy to begin with, if any of it that would still be present between them. “Besides, its not really normal.” What is less normal is how I enjoyed the taste of it so…on my knees, supping from his hip like a thirsty dog..I know it was..the Devil…but…

Hwoarang narrowed his eyes almost defensively, breaking through Jins inner monologue. He did not want to say it, but the taste of Jins blood was…addictive. and the thought of stopping that…made the Blood Talon. uneasy. The Korean enjoyed that coppery tang, smooth and sugary, powerful and rife with kink. It was like having something of Jin inside of him….but now, that came with the double edged cut of knowing his lover…was half demonic. but he did not crave it any less. “You think I don’t want you anymore, Jin? Think I cant handle you, is that it?”

Jin looked up as the Blood Talon rose from his laying position on the bed, the glint of fire in those crisp amber eyes. “I wouldn’t want someone like me, become entangled in this curse…knowing that thing that lives inside of me could…hurt someone…someone close to me.”

“Don’t know. I could wrap my fingers around those feathers and rock your body right into me.” Hwoarang said with that usual arrogant smile, never one to be underestimated, to run from anything or anyone.

“I don’t think…the demon would ever allow something like that.” Jin said quietly. The idea was disturbing, even if the Blood Talon was only full of bravado and making an innuendo. And Jin was not entirely sure…the Devil Within, would oppose any such idea. It was the Demon, afterall, that had sunk into Hwoarangs hip to drink…filling Jins own senses with the nauseating urge to have his lover…disgracefully.

The Japanese youth found his train of thought derailed. Hwoarang was on his knees, reclaiming the herbal cigarette from Jins fingers and setting the slim rolled bone into the ashtray. He leaned on his knuckles, his face just painful inches from Jins. “Good thing your not him then, eh?”

Jin felt the warm breath against his lips and felt four days of anguish and agony meld into a flush of desire. Petal soft lips parted slowly, subconsciously. He missed the taste of that Korean mouth.

The Blood Talons finger crooked beneath Jins angular chin, half expecting the flesh to feel. different. It was reassuring that the same, smooth and soft porcelain met his touch. Amber held sable and the Blood Talon leaned in against the Japanese youth.

Jin parted his lips further with a soft breath as Hwoarangs warm, whet tongue rolled slowly into his mouth. He met that slow easy heat with half bated breath, his hand sliding up to rest alongside of the Koreans neck. The spell was weaved so easily as flickering tongues met, half exposed to air and the mixture of unhinged breaths.

“Burns, doesn’t it baby…” Hwoarang moaned teasingly, tilting his head to the opposite side, letting his tongue lap first against Jins own before exploring the heavy curve of perfect petal soft lips, teasing the line of the teeth. With a heated motion, the Koreans exploring muscle claimed Jins, the pressure of two hungry mouths coming together as the hold tightened.

Jins fingers slid into dyed copper, entwining the soft shag around his fingers. Of all the things he loved most about his fiery Korean, it might well have been that beautiful, soft mane. The Japanese youth moaned into the wealth of the Blood Talons lips, feeling his body respond the moment Hwoarang slowly pressed him back into the bed, the force of that perfect skin lingering above his seductively. The heat was tangible and instant and it made Jin shake with its sudden, heavy intensity.

Hwoarang withdrew as Jins lips remained open and eager, his breath heavy. “Your starving…I can fucking taste it.” A calloused finger slid against his lovers flushed cheek. 4 full days without each other had built a pyre that threatened to burn his lover alive.

“I never thought…I would taste your mouth again…” Jin said, his eyes half slit as Hwoarangs finger slid against his skin. “I was wrong…to doubt.”

“I don’t give up anything I sink my claws into.” Hwoarang purred, taking Jins mouth in a hard, heavy motion, drinking the fast breath that lifted from those eager, kiss swollen lips.

Jins fingers slid from the side of the Koreans neck to the zippered vest the Blood Talon wore, slipping the metal down to free the delicious flesh there. His palm traced his lovers chest, rubbing against the firm upper body that met him….the pads of his fingers tracing a hardening nipple. The exploring grip tensed, squeezing the tan, taut bud, feeling Hwoarangs lips pull back to release a slow, easy moan.

The Japanese youth loved that exchange, that throaty moan that bordered on a profane hiss. Hwoarangs body was like a playground of sound and Jin was sorry he had not taken the time to explore more often.

“Mmm I like that baby…” Hwoarang arched slightly at the roll of the captured bud between Jins forefinger and thumb washed over him again. “That hurts nice…”

“Good.” Jin said with a soft moan. Something about the hot flush of his lovers face, the slow easy roll of desire that lifted past the Koreans lips, made him burn. He lifted himself up to a seated position, pressing Hwoarang back to an upright position on his knees. Jins hungry mouth took hold of the neglected left nipple, tongue laving the bud before enclosing his teeth around the tender flesh.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Hwoarang hissed, fingers sliding into Jins ebony mane. The gnash of teeth sent a dark shot up his spine.

The Japanese youth felt deliciously greedy. He wanted more and more of the Blood Talons moans, to collect and savor…to see how far he could take his lover…how much the fiery Korean could take.

Jin withdrew his mouth from the swollen bud, replacing the gnash of his teeth with his free hand, continuing the slow easy torment. “You like that pain, Seung…like the way it makes you feel inside…?”

Hwoarang groaned, licking his dry lips slowly as Jin savored the roll of his aching nipples, the hot sensation of pain and pleasure mingling with his lovers darkly sensual voice. “Hmmm I got a place for that hot mouth of yours…”

Jin tugged at both nipples at once, feeling the Blood Talons spine arch, those delicious words swallowed into the wealth of such an eager mouth. He liked having that kind of effect on the fiery Korean. “You didn’t answer me, Seung…”

“Yeah…” Hwoarang hissed, drunk on the sensation, teeth snapping in the air as his lips curled back in a delicious sneer.

One hand withdrew from the Blood Talons firm chest, tracing nails against bare flesh to the line of the obvious thick protrusion bound in those form fitting jeans. “Never realized how hard it makes you…but looking back…I should have taken more advantage of your love for pain…the way you have taken the advantage with my own.” Jins nails scratched a sharp draw up against the bound length, making the Koreans back straighter in the process. As though mere consequence, the Japanese youth unbuttoned the restrictive jeans with a flick of his fingers…grasping the catch on the zipper and sliding the hiss of metal teasingly, giving his lovers length ample breathing room. Once more, the kiss of nails brushed down the heavy shaft beneath his fingers and Hwoarangs hands clutched Jins shoulders.

“I’m not used to seeing you speechless, Seung. It becomes you…” Jin purred, scratching against the heavy vein that ran the underside of his lovers cock. He could have drunk himself to intoxication on the heavy whimper that mingled like an underscore of music with a more powerful moan.

“You have been in need of this kind of attention…haven’t you, Seung?” Jins lips slid against the heat of Hwoarangs torso, nipping the tawny flesh. “What kind of lover would I be…if I didn’t give you what you needed.” The tone was mocking and yet…heavy with tormenting desire.

“Fuck, Jin. Don’t tease me…” Hwoarang barely managed as Jins teeth and tongue interchanged against his flesh. It was intoxicating and dark and the Korean was eager for it to continue….the role of prey was not often known to him…but the Blood Talon found…he was liking it.

“You need a good teasing, Seung. You need to be controlled…” Jin licked up to his lovers chest, replacing the fingers that rolled and pinched the taut nipple with his teeth. That hand now free, the Japanese youth slowly scratched his way down the Blood Talons muscular spine…to the deep cleft of two firm globes.

Hwoarang grasped Jins shoulders harder, rocking back into the teasing sensation…gasping at the nearly painful slide of his crown against the fabric of Jins shirt. He could feel his lovers fingers toying with the guarding ring of muscle that stood sentry to the core of his body. That slow circle of Jins nails was making him lose any sense of reason. “God damn it, Jin…”

The Japanese youth smiled darkly, slowly drawing up to his knees, brushing his chest along his lovers twitching length as he moved till he was eye to eye with his flushed Korean beauty. How he loved the heavy liquid lidding of those perfect amber orbs. This feeling of control…was intoxicating.

Jin tilted his head to brush his slick tongue against the hot pulse at the side of Hwoarangs neck, smiling against the skin…drunk on his own dark power over his lover. “I can smell your heat, Seung.” Again the sway of lips over flesh, teasing the supple skin with a drag of his teeth. “Do you want my fingers inside of you?”

“You already know the fucking answer…” The Blood Talon hissed. So this was what it felt like to beg.

“I want you to tell me…” Jins mouth slithered up against Hwoarangs sensitive ear, his words passing like a heavy moaning breath into the eager canal.
“Yeah, alright…stick something inside of me…anything.” The Blood Talon could not swallow the need to beg, he had to pretend to remain in control, even if he wanted this so bad he could taste it. His ego was a bitch.

Jin leaned upward slowly, brushing his lips against Hwoarangs…a distraction meant to cloak his movement as he hand wrapped around his lovers tight sac, pressuring the sensitive flesh. His eyes held Hwoarangs and his lips parted for an easy smile. “Don’t get cute with me Seung…if you want something…your going to have to ask me for it…and I don’t think you want me to stop, do you?”

Those fingers were tormenting the hell out of him. “No…I don’t want you to stop.” Hwoarang moaned, licking his lips slowly. “Give me your fingers baby…I want them inside of me…”

Jin pressed in and licked against Hwoarangs parted lips. “See, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He did not waste a precious moment of submission, holding his body to Hwoarangs. Jin sank his fingers deep and fast into the protesting walls, feeling his lover cave in against him. “Hurt nice, Seung?”

The Blood Talon hissed as his lips fell against Jins neck, forehead rubbing against a strong shoulder when those fingers impaled him…and scissored inside his body. “Yeah…baby…” the heavy moan was laced with pleading. His spine tried to bend and arch but Jins hand kept him stable as those perfect digits pressed in and twisted against his core.

Jins free hand scratched down against Hwoarangs sac, thumb nail tormenting those perfect, firm inner thighs. “You make me hard when hiss like that…I know how good that pain is…and I want to give you more of it.”

Hwoarang groaned, spreading his thighs as Jins fingers tormented him both inside and out. They hurt deliciously…and teased endlessly…he wanted more…

Jin smiled darkly, releasing the hand that scratched teasingly at his lover, drawing up along Hwoarangs body to lightly grasp that swan like throat. His twining fingers left the Koreans hot channel…letting the tainted digits linger beneath the Blood Talons nose. “Do you smell that heat, Seung? Hot…dark…eager.”

The Japanese youths tongue snaked out to taste those two fingers, feeling his lovers hot breath against his face. Amber locked to sable…the Blood Talon lapped his tongue against Jins lips as his lover tasted his musk from his fingers. Hwoarang was shaking, his body thrumming.

“Hurt me Jin…” the pressure in his chest made his body wrack. “Please…”

The Japanese youth slowly withdrew his tongue from the musk heavy digits, fingers releasing Hwoarangs throat. “Get on your knees…” Jin could feel his breath rasp with the need to fill that perfect body. So this was what it was like for Hwoarang, every time he pleaded and begged for his need, beneath the Korean. It was powerful and dark…achingly fulfilling.

The Blood Talon was panting heavily as he turned and fell onto all fours, head hanging slightly when he felt Jin rip the jeans from his body, causing him to nearly crash onto the bed. He reared up slightly when he felt the tug at his unzipped vest, the material melting from his body as he returned to all fours.

Jins fingers scratched down his lovers arched spine until he met the firm round globes begging to be plundered…where he left a heavy, full palm slap, making the Blood Talon shiver. “I am so fucking. wound up, Jin. God damn it…don’t tease me…”

“Your mine to tease.” Jin purred, leveling another hard, heavy handed slap as he heard the breath leave his lovers lips. The reddening flesh was a masterpiece to behold. He liked leaving his lover wondering…what would come next….

Another heavy slap to his backside and Hwoarang arched, his entrance yawning in time with the hard sting. “Baby, please…” the Korean groaned, grasping onto the coverlet as his head sank down to rest onto his forearm. “I am so fucking hot for you…”

Jin could not be cruel. He had done the impossible, had brought the fiery Korean to pleading desire. Having already shed his clothes, Jin took his shaft in hand…separating those firm red globes to press his thick crown to the tight ring of muscle that awaited him. He rubbed the tip against his lovers entrance, feeling Hwoarang tighten. “I am going to hurt you Seung…like you have never been hurt before…and I want Tokyo to hear…who has brought the Blood Talon to his knees…”

Hwoarang groaned, his fingers tightening around the coverlet as Jin pressed himself into his body…without a drop of lubrication…without a moment of preparation…the pain was deep…and his lips parted for a silent, anguished scream.

“Tight…unbelievably tight, Seung.” Jin groaned as he felt his lovers core slowly yield beneath the constant pressure. He gave his beauty that moment to adjust. Listening to Hwoarangs heavy panting breaths, feeling the moment his lover opened completely.

“Scream for me…” The Japanese youth thrust deep into Hwoarang, feeling his lover arch and let free a throaty shriek of pure, untainted agony. “You sound…so beautiful…”

Hwoarang nearly collapsed at the heavy, hard motion, his mind blank of everything but the hot, painful sensation that drew the two of them together. He needed it…he needed more of it…

“Jin…you hurt…so fucking good….” His hoarse whisper hit the room as Jins fingers grasped his hips, drawing the Blood Talon toward the edge of the bed and into his thrust, forcing that delicious corridor to tighten and milk around him.

“…and that’s because…you need it so badly…oh god…Seung…I feel how much you need this.” Jin shook his head to the side as something within himself started to shift. The very pulse beneath his skin was on fire, overflowing with the flames of Hwoarangs heavy blood still somewhere inside of him. “Scream for me, Seung…I want to hear how much…I hurt you.”

Hwoarangs eyes were tightly closed, mouth aching…body shivering as Jin thrust into him with the desire to sate the heavy need to be had…to be taken and controlled…to be abused. It was a side he seldom let be seen…a desire dark enough to keep hidden…and now, Jin knew that secret…and unlocked it with every heavy drive into his body. “Fuck!” The Blood Talon shrieked, one hand coning around his length as the onslaught tore him apart….

..Jin feed his length at pistoning strength into such a velvet and welcoming channel, the tight motions making him lose his grip on reality. Nothing had ever felt like this…nothing had ever felt this good, this dark…this complete.

“I need…your skin…Jin..please…” Hwoarang groaned, eyes shut tightly as the sweet pain and perfect pleasure mingled in that place inside of him like sugary poison.

The Japanese youth knew what his lover needed…and grasped Hwoarang around the waist, drawing the Korean backwards against him till the Blood Talons back was forced to his heaving chest.

“Fucking god!” Hwoarang cried out as Jins length pressured harder into his body, heavy crown sliding against the nub of pleasure buried inside of him.
“Fucking god..Jin…that’s the spot..fuck…”

Jins thrusts were shorter and deeper as the sensation wound around him. He had been in his lovers position.. and knew just how good it felt to receive…and now…how intoxicating it was…to give. His eyes narrowed as he rocked to a heavy rhythm, watching the primal pump of his lovers fingers against his own aching length. “I can smell you…your blood…I feel you…bathing my cock…red…”

The sensation was overwhelming. Hwoarang released his throbbing length and grasped the arm that wound around his waist, drawing it up against his shoulders…thrusting himself back into Jin to try to drive his lover deeper into his body. Teeth broke skin…just above the center of the forearm…and blood filled the Koreans senses.

Jin lost all sense of time and reason, his mouth lingering near the Blood Talons ear, forsaking every previous warning on the act already in progress. “Drink…Seung…take every last drop…” was all he said against his lovers sweating flesh…

Jin could not fight the shift inside himself…or the hunger he tried to force away, any longer. The glint of elongating enamel broke Korean skin…giving himself to the hot primal scent…no longer fighting back the urges he had battled with since the incident in the kitchen..the desire for more held in secret, until this moment.

How sweet the sensation! The heavy pump of the Blood Talons life force fed his mouth. The thick taste slid down his thirsty throat and Jin thrust harder, taking up a deeper seat inside of his lovers body as his senses were overcome with the coppery taste of blood and the primal smell of sex.

Hwoarang broke the seal of his mouth from Jins flesh as the pressure built at his prostate, his senses drowning with copper; love and lust battling beneath his very skin. He was inundated, intoxicated…white hot lightning forking behind his eyes as his Japanese beauty brutalized his hidden treasure. “Don’t…stop…please…”

Jins red mouth lifted as the first shake of release started to build against Hwoarangs squeezing core. “…beg for it…” He hissed, his hold on the Korean suddenly releasing, sending the Blood Talon nearly crashing to the bed before catching himself in a moment of desperation.

Jin drew in tighter to the Blood Talons body, releasing delicious aggression in every stroke. He fed his lust deeper into his lovers core until he could nearly feel the white hot sensations that flashed like wildfire beneath Hwoarangs skin.

“Jin…please…fuck…I cant..hold it…baby…please.” The Koreans wanton pleas were broken…his words wrapped in that taste of his lovers blood…the connection thicker and hotter…more binding and acute than ever before.

With the taste of crimson deep in his throat, Jin could feel Hwoarangs body milking against his rigid flesh in wicked desperation…never had he felt so completely saturated.

Jin brought his lover to the edge with pain and intermingled pleasure…with the agony the fiery Korean needed “Give yourself to me, Seung…” It was no request, it was a command…as the Japanese youths eyes fixed on the black outline of a single feather between the Koreans shoulder blades…a living insignia…his mark…HIS mark.

“Fuck…Jin…Jin…please!“ The Blood Talon lingered in a place of hot torment..of submission so complete, he knew he would never entirely return from its grip…. …the pain…the pleasure, the blood in his throat…Jin…was his everything.

“Give yourself to me!” Jin hissed like a man possessed, the baritone of his normally placid voice ringing back from the walls around them. He drove himself harder against the already tormented pleasure nub within the Korean, coning one hand around his lovers weeping length…pumping with a dry, agonizingly beautiful stroke.

Hwoarang let free a heated cry as his spine arched with convulsions, milking Jin further into him. He vaguely felt the slide of thick nails that braced at his hip, pulling him back, there was only the intoxication of his lover moving with rapid fury into his body, stroking him to a pitch. “Fuck…all of me….I give you all of me!”

“Cum.” Jin said rewardingly, no longer fighting against the darkness within him…there was only the peace now that came with his lovers total submission…the taste of blood and lust that wanted to force the Japanese youth to rip the Korean to shreds…if only to feast….

The Blood Talons head dropped forward as the heated command overtook him, the change in pace rivoting through his body as Jin reduced the pressure of his thrust…shifting the assault from his pleasure center. Hwoarangs body convulsed, whipping his head upward till sweat soaked tendrils clung to his heaving spine. The scream that issued from his own lips was dark enough to shift his Ki…. “Jin!” Hwoarang cried out as the wave rode over him…euphoria crashing with delicious agony….light yielding to dark…

Heavy ribbons of seed released as the Blood Talon nearly broke into sobbing relief…the intensity holding long enough to drive him to insanity….

“Seung…you…are..mine.” Jin cried out, letting the control he held a tight reign on, spiral away from him. He felt every heated convulsion milking his aching length, squeezing with such ardor he swore his body would break. His lovers release drew him over the cliff…as he buried his seed deep into Hwoarangs shivering body.

**

Neither Jin nor Hwoarang moved for long moments as ragged breaths returned to normal pace. The Japanese youth withdrew gently from his lovers body, the ring of blood against his now wilting length had been nearly as intoxicating as watching Hwoarang curl into a slow roll on the bed.

Jin was not sure what had come over him…what had shifted him from the desire to give Hwoarang the release he needed…to delicious brutality…and the display of dominance. The sensation was predatory…primal…and frightfully…demonic.

Biting his lips softly, the Japanese youth slowly drew alongside Hwoarang, draping an arm around his lovers waist, pressing the glistening Korean close to him. “You have never been more beautiful…never more perfect than in this moment…” Jin moaned, tracing his warm, whet tongue against the line of Hwoarangs heaving shoulder…against the heavy tear where his teeth broke skin. The faint smell of live blood gave way to the dried remnants of the crimson taboo he so coveted and yet fought against since the first taste…that fateful night.

“I have never….been fucked like that baby…God damn…that was spiritual.” Hwoarang moaned as the tip of Jins tongue invaded the shorn flesh of his shoulder. “I thought…we promised not to…tear each other open like fucking cannibals…”

“That wasn’t exactly what I said.” Jin let his lips linger against the bite tendered area, his breath hot against moistened skin. “But it was close, Seung.” the hand that braced the Korean now slid down his lovers lithe, strong hip. “I understand your attraction to my blood…and though I know I should feel differently…I know my attraction to yours…as well.”

“Your gonna make me hard and hungry for more.” Hwoarang moaned. Nothing but complete debauchery could ever satisfy him now.

“I have a confession to make….” Jin forced himself to withhold the desire to taste more of the nectar he found himself full on, and yet, still craving.

Hwoarang gazed over the edge of his shoulder, licking his lips slowly, his breathing elevated as he caught Jins eyes. “Whats that, baby?” After a fucking like that, the Korean was more complacent than he ever thought he could be.

“I really enjoyed…hurting you…” Jin continued to lap at the hot line of the Blood Talons shoulder, sable lashes half lidded and holding the amber that met him. “I felt as though I could give you something I knew you needed…and in return…something I needed as well.”

Hwoarang gave a slow, wry smile. “What was it you needed Jin?”

“To control you…to tame you…and make you feel, only me.” The Japanese youth let his own revelations flow.

“Well, you have had a good fucking teacher, literally.” The Blood Talons voice was a slow, seductive whisper as he felt Jins breath graze over the flesh he devotedly licked against. There was a dangerous sensuality to the simple motion….and an even more dangerous realization that for all his bravado and dominance…Hwoarang had craved this….craved it like he craved Jins blood. Now, the corruption was absolute….