Shadows of the Zaibatsu

At last, duties finished. Jin walked back to his own quarters, carefully locking the door behind him. He stopped by a wall safe to put his gun away, then entered the bedroom. Hwoarang was on the bed, sprawled out in an apparent attempt to cover as much space as possible, wearing only his underwear. Jin smirked lightly, making his way over. After all, he had promised to wake the guy up upon return.

He got undressed all the way, then picked up the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He wasn't quite sure whether Hwoarang would want to fuck right away, but it struck him as more entertaining to wake him up this way, so he sat carefully down on Hwoarang's legs. Dropping the bottle between them, he slid both hands in under the Korean's boxerbriefs, stroking the backside intently.

For a moment the body tensed and incoherent mumble spilled from the Korean lips. Hwoarang groaned softly and gradually was able to turn his head enough to look at Jin. "... Shit... I forgot where I was... What time is it?"

"Bedtime?" The raven-haired man smirked, then started pulling slowly at the boxerbriefs. He leant forward, placing a kiss on Hwoarang's neck. "On a scale from 1 to 10, where 1 is 'not at all', how horny are you right now?"

Hwoarang laughed and his sleepy gaze landed on the lube. "Four. But if you keep talking to me like that, I'll be at seven in a flash."

"Maybe you should know..." Jin started, then gave the Korean's cheek a long, slow lick. "I sent Lee to Tokyo. You'll miss him, right?" He smirked again, then lifted himself up a little to get Hwoarang naked.

"Uh huh. That motherfucker will be dearly missed. We should have a going away party for him, but he's not invited." As Hwoarang began to turn, Jin got up further and the redhead smirked. He got on his back and he slowly gave the Japanese body a long once-over. In a low whisper, he counted: "Five. Keep talking, my King."

Jin grinned, caressing Hwoarang's cheek and jaw with a finger. "If I had known my voice was enough to make you horny, I'd have worn a microphone to the throne room. With a speaker in here, I could've had you moaning and gyrating the moment I walked in the door..."

"You wouldn't want that. I could have finished before you got back. Besides, your touch helps one hell of a lot... Six." Hwoarang winked and ran his hand down the Japanese torso, only to stop once it reached the inner thigh.

What a tease that Korean was. Jin captured Hwoarang's lips, kissing him forcefully as he grinded insistently down against the other's body. As he retracted, he panted softly. "What would make you all hot and bothered? Should I put on gloves, get a whip, or maybe cuff you...?" The Japanese grinned; the idea that he just listed what they needed to repeat how he fucked Lee and Hwoarang didn't know, somehow amused him.

The Korean gazed down between them before wrapping his arms around Jin's neck and quickly stealing another taste of his mouth. "Seven and a fucking half." He panted and nuzzled the man's neck. "It gets me hot and bothered when you humiliate other people - people whom I hate, especially. When people bow to you, when they call you sama, whenever you impose your power, it drives me wild."

"That sounds like fun to me..." Jin placed a kiss on the Korean's lips. "But if you're not an exhibitionist, I guess we shouldn't get people in here, huh? Any ideas?" He curved his neck, nipping gently at Hwoarang's neck with his teeth.

Hwoarang sighed softly as his fingers slipped into the black hair. "You can impose your power without bringing people in here. That's what the phone is for." He grabbed the lube and popped it open.

With a shrug, Jin leaned over to pick the phone up. He thought for a bit, trying to decide which number to dial. "The downside of having six million employees is that it's hard to pick one to call." He smirked, rubbing his thigh against Hwoarang's. Eventually, he dialed the number of the celebration department, pressing the speaker button and getting back onto Hwoarang.

"Kazama-sama, what can I do for you?"

The voice sounded somewhat surprised about the call, which was no mystery; Jin didn't call them often. "I want fireworks outside my window in one minute. Got it?"

"But..." The person drew a quick, nervous breath. "... yes, Kazama-sama. In one minute."

"Fireworks? That's so romantic." Hwoarang smirked and poured the lube onto one hand. He lapped playfully at Jin's neck while reaching down and coating up Jin's manhood. In a seductive whisper, he added, "No fingers?"

"That'll be all." Jin said towards the microphone, stretching to push the button. He got back, gazing lustfully down into the Korean's eyes. "No fingers." He answered, smirking broadly.

Once Hwoarang was finished coating Jin up, he rubbed up against the other body. With a sudden impatient frown, he glanced at the window and then at the clock. "Has it been a minute yet? If they fail, you should give them a public flogging."

The Japanese positioned his manhood against Hwoarang's opening, then lifted his head to gaze expectantly at the window. "40 seconds, I think..." When red light exploded outside, he grinned, grabbing onto the Korean's hips and pushing himself inside.

Hwoarang shouted a curse in his mother tongue and his fingers dug into Jin's back. After a few steadying breaths, there was a quiet growl in the back of his throat. "Fucking... Fuck, those fireworks are cool."

Moaning contently at his rival's tightness enclosing him, Jin slipped a hand into the red hair, closing his mouth over the Korean's in a determined kiss. Sure, the fireworks would probably be great, knowing his employees, but he had other things on his mind...

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Everything was going wrong! Julia's attempt to keep the two apart had gone in the wrong direction, and Jin was actually amused? Hwoarang tried to kill her and what was the punishment? Giving him a limp?! It was disgusting and wrong, and she could only think of one more thing to do.

Call Kazuya. Of course it had to wait until she had called one of her more promiscuous friends to come up with foreplay ideas every day for her. The last thing she wanted was for Jin to cut off her funding, because she really needed to do this research, and cutting off funding would mean she'd have no more of an excuse to go to the Zaibatsu. How would she get that horrible redhead away from her man if she couldn't even go near her own man?!

She picked up the phone and dialled the number. It had taken a lot of convincing, but she managed to get a number out of someone she knew who worked in the G Corp's lab. She waited for it to ring and after requesting to speak to Kazuya Mishima, she waited some more.

"What do you want?" There was an accusing tone to the voice that answered. It clearly belonged to the man she sought, and apparently he was in a rather vicious mood.

"I want to ask you a question, Mishima-sama." Julia frowned into the phone, hoping the man could sense just how upset she was through her voice. "I had no idea you and your son have so good a relationship that you're sending him playmates!"

"I didn't hear a question." The Japanese growled. "Get to the point!"

"The point is that I called Jin earlier and he and Hwoarang were having sex!" She tried to calm herself but her voice just kept getting louder and angrier. "I want to know if you're responsible for that indecency and what you intend to do to put a stop to it!"

There was a period of silence before Kazuya responded. "If you are so concerned about it, perhaps you want to help stopping it?"

She rolled her eyes and looked off at the window. "If it has anything to do with killing Jin, I won't help you. All I want is to get Hwoarang away from him!"

"Who said anything about killing?" Kazuya spoke in an annoyed voice, then sighed and continued in a calmer tone. "Jin has something that belongs to me, and until I get it back, he and Hwoarang will be together. If you're not interested in helping, then you'll just have to wait until someone else fixes it."

"Why don't you get Lee to do it? If Jin catches me trying to steal from him, he'll never let me inside the Zaibatsu again! You have some control over that punk, don't you? Just call him back and send him off to steal someone else's man, do you understand me?!" Julia hissed into the phone.

Kazuya sighed again, now sounding rather tired of her. "If you just called me to tell me what to do, I don't have time for this. I know perfectly well what I have to do, and if you want me to do something differently, you're going to have to offer me a better option than my current choice."

"I am not going to be used by you, Mishima-sama. I called you to inform you that your trained monkey has become Jin's boytoy. If you're just going to allow it to continue, I suppose this just means I'll have to go to Jin and let him know you put Hwoarang up to this." With one last angry huff, she slammed the receiver back into the charger and crossed her arms. That jerk!

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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