Lustful Game

Please see Chapter 00 for all disclaimers, warnings, notes, etc.

Pairing: Hwoarang/Jin

Summary: Hwoarang travels to the next king of iron fist tournament with one goal in mind; defeat Jin Kazama. He's happy to find that the Mishima corporation is setting the fighters up in a fancy hotel, but what happens when he learns that he's been put in the same room as his rival? Things get a bit more complicated when they find that someone has locked them together in their room with no way out...

Special Thanks: To Mchan for betaing for me!

Author's Notes: This is a gift fic for my lovely beta Kat (fuma_x_seishiro). To Mchan/gravi4ever for betaing for me! While this fic can stand on it's own, I do have a couple more plot bunnies in my head for how to follow this up. We'll see if my muse acts on them ^_^

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No Escape (When all you're given is porn and an angry Korean)

The invitations for the next King of Iron Fist Tournament had been sent out, and as before, all the best fighters of the world had come out to compete. Many were familiar faces mixed with those of a few new hopefuls who had sorely misjudged who they were up against. Not everybody was there for the large prize that was offered, but it did help to sweeten the deal for some.

"Welcome, Mr. Hwoarang," the hotel receptionist greeted a fiery haired fighter. "A room has already been prepared for you."

"Hah, I'll bet," the redhead whistled under his breath. "Seems like old Mishima is going all out for this tournament." He took the room key card from the woman behind the counter and carried his knapsack over to the elevator. Pushing the button for the eleventh floor he shifted the weight on his shoulder as he waited for his floor to come up, not really finding the bag heavy, but looking for a more comfortable position anyways. He hated traveling, and preferred to take as little with him as he could, which was made easier by the fact that he owned very little.

The doors chimed before opening to a lavishly decorated waiting area, complete with six foot mirror and chairs that probably cost more than a month's rent at his apartment. Had his friends been there, he would have thought of something witty and crass to say about the whole situation; high class accommodations, food and drink all footed by the Mishima corporation. But as he was alone, he kept his mouth shut, wondering if all the other fighters had been treated so well, but quickly laughed off the idea; who cared, as long as he was in on it.

That smile quickly dropped from his face as the door to his room opened to reveal that there was somebody else already there. His brown eyes shot open, knapsack dropped to the ground as he immediately took a fighting stance. The man who'd haunted his dreams and waking thoughts was sitting on the most comfortable looking bed he'd ever seen in his life, looking right at him.

"Jin Kazama…"

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The Japanese man was up and catching the Korean's foot mid-air as it flew at him in a rapid succession of powerful kicks. "Wait!" he said, holding back the urge to hoof the other man in the gut to slow him down. Eventually Jin got annoyed enough to catch and hold the other man's leg as it flew through the air and throw him over his shoulder and onto the bed. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean, 'What am I doing?'" The Korean asked, struggling to get up. "I'm going to kick your ass and prove once and for all that I'm the best fighter."

"That's what the tournament is for…" Jin said, cautiously approaching the other man to see him better.

"Well, I didn't feel like waiting!" Hwoarang said with a smirk, springing to his feet and once more taking a fighting stance. "Let's go!"

"No," Jin shook his head and turned his back on the redhead, walking to the bathroom.

"What? Are you serious?" Hwoarang rushed to get in the other man's face, but stopped when Jin shot him a look that said he wouldn't humour him. "Shit, man. You're no fun!" He flung himself backwards onto the bed, bouncing before sinking into the thick blankets and king sized mattress.

Jin looked over at him once more before turning to into the bathroom. He passed by the door to the room that was still wide open with the Korean's knapsack sitting half in the hallway. He thought to pick it up, but then changed his mind; he wasn't there to pick up after him.

He stepped onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor and shut the door behind him, wondering why the Mishima Corporation was giving rooms in such a lavish hotel to the fighters who were competing in the tournament. Something didn't sit right with him about these arrangements; especially his room mate. Why place him with a man who was quite obviously out to kick his ass? No, something was definitely up. He just couldn't figure out who was pulling the strings, or for what purpose.

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Hwoarang quickly lost interest in staring at the ceiling the moment he heard the bathroom door close and flopped over onto his stomach. The remote control for the television was on the bedside table, and after awkwardly grabbing for it with as little movement as possible, the Korean began flipping through the channels to see if anything was on.

Despite the classy atmosphere of the hotel, the channels still sucked, and Hwoarang was ready to turn the channels off when he decided to quickly look at the pay channels before the quiet, Japanese man got out of the bathroom.

"…hottest girls around! Non-stop prime adult entertainment with girls like this doing things you'd never imagined!" the announcer enthusiastically continued on, listing the things that the viewer could see, while barely censored images of women and girls flashed across the screen. It was as hypnotic as a car wreck; not attractive or arousing, but Hwoarang couldn't look away nor could he change the channel from the teasing naked images.

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Jin turned the water tap, ending the pleasant shower spray and stepped out onto the fluffy towel he'd laid on the bathroom floor. In the silent echo of the bathroom he could barely make out the faint sound of a buzzing whirr, but then it was gone and he was left to wonder why he'd been put in the same room as that loud, brash Korean.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and quietly opened the door, the steam from the shower spilling out into the room. He stepped out onto the soft carpet, enjoying the feel of the cool air on his skin before he looked over to see what Hwoarang was doing to keep himself entertained. The moment he looked over his eyes met with the red head's and the other man seemed to start at his presence, fumbling with the remote in his hands. Jin looked at the television to see what he'd been watching and frowned when he was met with a screen full of cleavage. "What are you doing?" he asked.

The other man recovered quickly, "Just checking out the porn. I need to see some T&A to help me get through looking at you all night."

"That's expensive. I'm not splitting the cost of it with you, and I really don't want to see that either," Jin frowned.

"Hey, don't worry!" Hwoarang said, laying back on the bed. "Everything's paid for!" to emphasize that fact he flipped the channels again, leaving it for a few seconds on every station that was advertising adult entertainment to let the Japanese man see what was available. "If you won't fight me, then don't bug me when I'm trying to find something to watch." He made a sound of approval as he stopped on a channel that seemed to catch his attention.

Jin turned from the screen to dig through his bags, looking for some clothes to change into. Being in the room with that man was unsettling, add that to the fact that he still wasn't sure why the corporation was paying for them to be there, and he knew that he had to get out. "I'm going out," he said, once he'd changed into some comfortable pants and shirt. He didn't think the other man would care either way, but it would be rude to just leave without saying a word.

He shouldn't have worried about being rude.

"Good! I'll be able to beat off in peace, then!" Hwoarang laughed, clicking the remote to pay for the movie he'd been eyeing.

Jin could feel his face heating up and he quickly turned away to leave, his imagination quickly filling with images of the Korean pleasuring himself. He shook his head and put his hand on the doorknob to leave. He'd feel better once he got away from the redhead, but there was one problem that stood in his way.

The doorknob wouldn't turn.

He tried it again, flipping the lock several times to see if it was preventing the lever from turning, but nothing seemed to work. Just as he was having trouble getting out, his roommate's curses filled the room, along with the passionate sounds from the television that sent a jolt of excitement up the brunette's spine. Jin turned from the door to see what the problem was.

"What the fuck?!" Hwoarang's voice rose in pitch. "I didn't want this!" He was hitting the remote control, trying to change the channel from the one that was now blaring distinctly male sounds through the speakers.

Jin walked closer to the upset Korean, seeing that the movie that had been selected was missing the promised women, instead featuring two men. Jin blushed harder and reached out for the remote; he wanted to get that off the screen as fast as possible before he started to show signs of how much he enjoyed the subject matter. "What did you do? I thought you liked women?" He asked, trying to change the channel, or for the love of God, turn it off.

The only thing that seemed to work on the remote was the volume button, and after a few frustrating minutes of increasing and decreasing the sound of grunts and groans Jin threw the remote on the bed, defeated. He looked to the Korean for ideas.

"Unplug the fucking thing!" Hwoarang yelled, his own words moving him to action and he sprang forward, scrambling to find the power cord. Jin could only watch as he tried pulling the television out of the wooden display centre, but everything seemed to be bolted firmly in place and no amount of pulling or pushing would move them.

The string of cursing didn't stop in Korean, and pretty soon Jin had to plug an ear to block out the barrage of profanity while he tried to use the phone to call down to report the problem to the receptionist. Well, he would have been calling down, if there had been a dial tone. The receiver was silent and he waved for the other man to shut up so he could listen better.

Hwoarang didn't seem to know the meaning of the gesture, "What the hell? Tell them we need this fixed right away! I don't wanna watch this anymore!" He shifted uncomfortably and turned away, still cursing, but not as loudly as before.

Jin pushed a few buttons on the phone before ducking his head behind the table to make sure it was plugged in. The lights flashed, but no voice came on the other end. "I think the phone's broken…" Jin said, suddenly getting a sick feeling. If the door was locked and they couldn't call for help…

"What?" the redhead sprang off the bed, marching for the door to presumably give someone hell. "That's it! I thought this place was great, but if they can't even let me watch naked girls when I want to… the fuck?!" He pulled harder on the doorknob before putting a foot up against the wall to give himself some leverage.

Jin returned to the bed to watch the other man's wasted efforts. "We're locked in," he stated flatly over the grunts from the movie.

"Impossible!" Hwoarang started. "What the hell is going on?"

"Well," Jin started, "We're locked in a room together with a television that will only show gay pornography and we have no way of shutting it off or calling out for help."

The redhead sneered at the Japanese man and marched over to the windows. "I'm not staying..." he started to announce, but stopped when he found that the windows wouldn't open more than a crack to let air in.

"Face it, someone wants us here and won't let us leave, so we might as well… er, not waste our energy." Jin averted his eyes as Hwoarang sank to the floor against the foot of the bed. He'd almost suggested that they enjoy themselves! He shifted his legs, stretching them out to try and alleviate the growing tightness in his pants. Even though the two of them were trying to avoid looking at the screen, the noises were still coming through loud and clear and making Jin more aroused than he'd been in months. "So," he coughed uncomfortably, "Perhaps we should figure out who's behind this?"

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Hwoarang spun around to look at the Japanese man who was now shifting to lie on his stomach. He'd been trying to ignore the other man's presence, but the question reminded him that he wasn't alone. "Sure, whatever," he half-turned, keeping his legs folded against his chest to hide the bulge that was growing in his pants. How embarrassing. He was stuck in a room with Jin watching gay porn with no way out. It had to be somebody's idea of a sick joke, and when he got his hands on them they'd find out how bad of a joke it was to pull. "It's probably somebody on your end," he said with a frown.

"Why do you think that?" Jin asked, propping his chin up on his hand.

"Well, nobody that I've pissed off could get something like this together. They've gotta have money if they can mess with a place like this."

"Hmm," Jin answered. "I don't know who would do something this bizarre. At first I'd thought my grandfather was plotting to get me, but this is far too perverse for his style."

"Great, so we've ruled out your gramps. That leaves everyone else in the world!" Hwoarang smacked his head for effect.

"How many other people in the world would want to, or have the means to lock the two of us in a room together and make us watch pornography?" Jin couldn't stop a laugh from escaping his mouth before he buried his face into his arms.

"Glad you find this so fucking funny, Kazama!" The redhead barked at him.

"Well, when I say it out loud it just sounds so…"

"Yeah, yeah, I get what you're saying. So some rich tournament-organizing pervert is after us? Great, all my questions have been answered. Thank you, Jin, I can sleep at night." He shifted again, that had been a lie. He was too aroused to be able to sleep without relieving himself and if Jin didn't figure out how to get out of there fast…

"I'm surprised that you're not all over this, really," Hwoarang said, deciding to go on the offensive to distract himself from his own personal problem. "I thought you liked this kinda stuff. You always struck me as a bit of a-"

"A bit of a what, Hwoarang?" Jin asked, sitting up and peering down at the other man. His eyes were dark, intense, angry, and…

"A momma's boy, fag," the Korean said, his anger at his own desire twisting his words into a biting attack.

"Why… would you say that?" Jin asked, his eyes turning cold, inward. "You have no reason to say that, no reason to fight me. Why do you look for me at every tournament just to insult me?"

"I got reasons!" Hwoarang said, feeling the fighting urge burning in his veins and driving him to his feet. "You just wouldn't understand them!" he turned his back to the Japanese man to look out the window at the city below them.

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Jin growled uncharacteristically and climbed off the bed. He went to stand behind the Korean, the devil inside him urging him to do things he didn't want to do. He would fight Hwoarang in the tournament; he wouldn't touch him before that. He wouldn't reach out to feel the other man's red hair, or use it to pull him back and throw him across the bed, but before he could think of how he wouldn't do those things, he'd already done them, and Hwoarang was across the room, busy picking himself off of the floor.

"The fuck?" He yelled, a fire igniting in his eyes and a toothy grin spreading across his face. "You wanna go now?"

Jin shook his head, balling his fists by his side. He didn't want to fight; he wasn't in any condition to fight. He quickly turned his back to the Korean and assumed the other man's position looking out the window at nothing in particular. At least the sound of blood rushing past his ears was blocking out most of the movie's grunts and groans.

Despite his refusal to fight, he knew that Hwoarang wouldn't accept it. Jin sighed, they were both on edge because of their situation, although he was sure that he felt it more than the redhead did. Hwoarang wasn't as affected by the movie as he was, well, he was more vocal of his dislike of it, anyways. Jin closed his eyes, if he didn't control his actions, he knew he'd do something stupid. Unfortunately, his control was sorely tested as the Korean rushed up behind him, spinning him around and putting his hands on him.

"The fuck? Don't tease me, man!" he said, taking a swing at Jin's head.

The fist was easily side-stepped. Even without facing him, Jin could sense the other man's movements. Sense him closing in to grab him by the shoulders to spin him around, and sense the right time to turn and pull Hwoarang closer. Too close.

The kiss probably took the redhead by surprise, because for a minute Jin was able to kiss him without meeting any protest. He took full advantage of the opening, hoping that the brief contact would quell the feelings that he'd been having ever since he'd seen the redhead walk into their room.

The surprise, however, was short lived, and Jin found himself being violently pushed away before a fist cracked his jaw and sent him reeling. He caught himself before he fell and stood, straightening his back as he turned to look at the Korean. He wasn't the least bit surprised at his reaction.

Jin readied for the inevitable attack. He knew there was no way that Hwoarang would have responded favourably to his advances, and braced himself for an all-out fight. He could see that the other man was turning red, his fists balled at his sides and visibly shaking. Jin licked his lips in anticipation, tasting Hwoarang on his lips. The thought of the upcoming fight was exciting a part of him that he didn't want to let loose, but at the same time he knew that the red head could take anything he dished out.

This would be fun no matter how it played out.

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Hwoarang was frozen in place; so angry he couldn't even move or speak. The only man who'd beaten him in a fight, the only person he was willing to go to any lengths to beat… had tried kissing him. Tried? He had! Jin Kazama had kissed him… and quite badly at that. The more he thought about it, the shadow of an idea began to form into a plan in his mind. He kept his fists clenched at his side, quickly stepping towards the brunette and roughly pushing him back against the wall.

"Enjoyed that, didn't you?" he bit out through clenched teeth. He reached up to plant a hand on either side of Jin's head and leaned in close to him. "Too bad I didn't," he took another step closer, feeling the heat pouring off the other man's body.

Jin looked confused, anxious, and not too sure of what was happening. It sent a shiver of pleasure up Hwoarang's spine to see his rival like that, and it encouraged him to continue on. He leaned in, lightly pressing his lips against Jin's, keeping his eyes open to watch as the brunette squirmed under the contact. It was delicious.

He broke the kiss when the other man's protests became too much and grinned when hands were placed on his chest to push him away. "The fuck are you doing?" Jin asked, angrily.

"Ohhh, you're going to make me think the world is gonna end if you're using that kinda language, rich boy!" Hwoarang chuckled and fully pressed his body against the other man's, wedging a knee between his muscled legs.

"Shut up and answer the question," Jin gritted, pressing back against the Korean's hard body. "Are you just fucking around with me or what?"

"Oh," Hwoarang ground out, "You can bet I'm fucking with you." That was the last thing he said before he closed the distance between them again, this time his kisses were more aggressive and demanding. He knew what he was doing, and quickly had Jin at his mercy. It pushed him further, made him want to do more to see just how much power he could have over this man that was just as strong as him (if not stronger).

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Jin groaned inwardly, fighting the urge to completely give in to Hwoarang's kiss. He didn't trust him, still had no idea who had set them up in that room or locked them in there, and knew that if he gave in that he wouldn't be able to stop himself. It was getting so much harder to think with that tongue in his mouth. He felt himself give in a little more when Hwoarang's hip pushed up against his groin, making him breathe deeply, as he reached up to cup the Korean's face in his hands.

That seemed to signal Hwoarang to continue on and his mouth became more insistent on Jin's lips, roughly biting and pulling while his hands pushed the Japanese back against the window and snaked underneath his shirt. Jin tried to do the same to Hwoarang, but he was less experienced and wasn't as smooth or quick in pushing up the redhead's shirt. Soon enough his hands were batted away and left to loosely rest on the other man's shoulders while the Korean raked his nails across Jin's chest. That simple action drew a gasp from him, but he quickly closed his mouth to keep from doing it again.

"Hey," Hwoarang said, pulling his mouth back from Jin a fraction. Their eyes were still inches apart, looking into each other with naked desire burning between them. "This doesn't mean anything, alright? I'm just blowing off a little pre-tournament stress."

Jin nodded, not caring what excuse he made to justify what they were doing. All he wanted was to feel the other man's hands on him, setting off nerves that he'd never thought existed, and enjoying the rush of being in Hwoarang's arms. He reached down to pull up the Korean's shirt, this time without the distraction of being kissed to slow him down.

Hwoarang took the hint and stepped back, pulling his top off in one fluid motion before hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants, pausing to look seriously at the brunette before continuing on, "I'm still going to kick your ass in the tournament."

"I'll let you worry about trying to do that when the time comes," Jin said, getting impatient with the Korean's speeches and posturing. If he was left to wait any longer he knew the darkness inside him would make him take control… and he really didn't want that to happen.

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Hwoarang didn't seem to notice the wording that Jin had chosen; too much blood had left his brain for other places to let him think properly. He continued pushing his pants down, signaling his acceptance of their understanding that what they were about to do wouldn't change anything between them.

Hwoarang finished slipping his boxers to the floor, while Jin finished doing the same, leaving them to look at each other wearing nothing at all. "Going commando, eh?" the Korean licked his lips and stepped closer again, this time the skin-on-skin contact elicited a more powerful reaction from the two men. It was like a magnet that drew them against each other, the energy flowing between them increased with every caress and grunt of appreciation. Mouths met while hands instinctively roamed over naked flesh, fingernails scratching red marks of desire along muscled arms and torsos. The Korean slid his body against the hard frame of his rival, relishing the feel of his erection as it became trapped between them.

The embrace continued, each moment hurrying his movements until he was finally grinding against the brunette, turning the other man's small grunts into long, lustful moans that melded in his own breathy groans.

Jin finally broke the kiss, throwing his head back and exposing his neck to the redhead. Hwoarang didn't miss a beat and latched onto the soft flesh with teeth and lips, sucking at his rival's neck as if not taking advantage of the gesture would be admitting defeat. He loved the little reactions that Jin made; everything he did had the other man moaning wantonly through clenched teeth, dark eyes shut tightly against anything that wasn't the Korean's doing.

Hwoarang's fingers skipped along Jin's chest, playfully flicking erect nipples before pinching them and letting go only to start the action all over again. He was quickly losing patience and shot a hand down to grip at Jin's erection, snapping the other man's eyes open to stare into his smirking ones. "Like that, don't ya, Kazama?" he whispered, getting in close to nip at his jaw line. "What would your grandpa think if he saw you right now; about to get fucked by a thug like me? I'll bet he'd-"

"Shut up," Jin cut him off, teeth bared in the sudden change of mood. "I don't want to hear it right now!" He roughly grabbed Hwoarang's cock that was bobbing excitedly between them and squeezed it firmly to get the other man's attention. "Unless you're going to pretend I'm my grandfather...?"

Hwoarang roughly spun Jin around. The brunette's grip on the redhead loosened as he was pushed back onto the bed. Jin didn't have a chance to react before the Korean climbed onto him, pushing a knee between his thighs and settling comfortably between them. "He's the last person I'm going to be thinking about," he ground out, leaning over Jin and putting a hand on either side of him to get close to his face. "I'm going to know it's you, because it'll be your voice calling out my name, Kazama!" He pressed his hips against Jin's, gritting his teeth at the surge of pleasure that spiked from his groin and up his spine.

The brunette didn't say anything, instead thrusting up to meet Hwoarang's grinding and increased the friction between them. "Ugh," he ground out. "If you're going to fuck me, then stop talking about it and do it!"

A fire was burning in Jin's eyes, signaling to Hwoarang to hurry the fuck up, and the Korean didn't need to be told twice. He sat back on his heels and pushed Jin's legs further apart, pushing his knees up to his chest, effectively spreading the brunette open. This wasn't how he'd pictured things happening between them, but seeing Jin in that position, Hwoarang took the surge of power that he felt for what it was; victory.

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Jin hated the smirk that came over the other man's face when his legs were spread apart. It was a sobering moment that made him remember everything that had led them up to that point. His body wanted it so badly, but there was something deeper within him that was picking at the back of his consciousness. He could feel it both whispering and screaming at the same time, but he didn't know what the hell it was trying to tell him.

The voice buzzed louder in the back of Jin's mind as Hwoarang nestled between his legs, the hum pushing his consciousness aside and before Jin knew what he was doing, he'd reached up with lightening speed to take the other man by the neck, pulling him down.

In a second he'd pulled the redhead by the throat until their faces were inches apart. Hwoarang sputtered a bit, he stopped moving against Jin and was trapped in the gaze of those fiery black eyes that seemed like they belonged to a different person. "Jin?" he asked, forcing the question past the iron grip around his neck.

The fire wavered at the name and Jin's senses snapped open to the reality of the moment and he immediately loosened his grip when he realized what he'd done. Hwoarang was looking strangely at him, but he didn't want to have to explain himself. Not then, at least. It was too much hassle, and what he really wanted was to continue what they'd been doing before the darkness inside him had taken over. He opened his mouth, trying to think of some excuse or lie that would sound plausible, but changed his mind and kissed the man above him instead.

Hwoarang resisted at first, his lust undoubtedly lessened by Jin's previous actions, but that uncertainty quickly passed and in no time he was responding to Jin's kisses with increased fervor, quickly regaining his dominance over the other man's mouth.

Jin moved his hands down to the Korean's chest, roughly pinching the hard nipples and pulling them until he got a response for the action. Hwoarang rested his body into Jin's, sliding their erections together and trapping the straining flesh between their muscled frames.

Jin grunted, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath; the feel of Hwoarang against him increased his lust, leaving his mind only the ability to feel the pleasure he was experiencing. He looked up to see a similar emotion reflected in the Korean's eyes, heavily lidded with desire. Jin pulled his knees up higher, lifting his ass into the air to give the other fighter the unspoken invitation to proceed.

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Hwoarang grinned again, only any bravado it might have held was erased by the longing desire that turned it into a lopsided grunt. He slithered down the Japanese man's body, the time for foreplay was over and he didn't bother to caress or touch any other part of Jin's body except for that puckering entrance that was eagerly clenching before him.

His initial urge was to sit back and drive his aching dick into his rival, but memories of deflowering virgins stopped his actions cold. He'd had more than one woman moaning in pain as he'd taken their virginity, and while he wanted to defeat Jin, he had no desire to hurt him in such a fashion. He wasn't sure how to make it easier for him.

He experimentally pressed a finger against Jin's puckered hole, gently at first, but slowly pushing it inside, and noticing how it tightened around his intrusive digit. The thought of what it would feel like around his cock sent a rush of excitement through him, and he pushed further, hoping to prepare the other man quickly so he could get on with it.

In and out, in and out he pushed his finger, the muscles tightening around him and some encouraging sounds coming from Jin's lips. He spat on his finger to make it easier to push a second finger into his rival, scissoring them apart to open the brunette up further. Any arrogant satisfaction that he might have felt at hearing Jin's moan was absent. The sound the other man made cut through him, traveling straight to his groin, and making him falter in his preparations. Hurriedly he pushed a third finger inside, vowing that after Jin's ass adjusted that it'd be his dick that he was pushing into the constricting passage.

The movement of his hand became erratic, jabbing and spreading and bending and grinding and all the things that made Jin's breathy moans more demanding and Hwoarang's eyes glaze over as he blindly spit again onto the loosening entrance. Finally, he pulled out, sitting back on his haunches and spreading saliva onto his hand to wipe across his own cock. He resisted the driving urge to just start jerking off and forget about Jin altogether; as nice as it was to spread the make-shift lube along his straining erection, he knew it would be even nicer to spread Jin's ass with it instead. He coated his throbbing head with saliva, mixing it with the precum that glistened at the tip, wiping it lower to glisten along his shaft.

From the corner of his eye he saw Jin trembling with the strain of holding his position; hands gripping his legs to hold them apart, eyes staring blindly at Hwoarang while his own ignored cock leaked across his navel. Hwoarang reached over to touch the brunette's precum that was pooling on his stomach, dipping his fingers in the liquid and smearing it across his rival's belly. "Guh, what are you doing?" Jin finally asked. "I'm not going to beg, if that's what you're thinking…"

"No," Hwoarang said, gathering up the liquid and spreading it across his cock to add to the saliva he'd already spread there. "I'm just making sure I've got your attention before I fuck ya into the mattress." He positioned himself between Jin's legs, eagerly pressing his cock against the other man's entrance and leaning over him as he eased inside.

Immediately he felt Jin clamp down onto him, but that just made him push in harder. Jin let go of his legs, letting them rest against Hwoarang's shoulders while he fisted his hands into the bed sheets beneath them, his mouth opened in a pained gasp while his eyes shut tightly.

Hwoarang couldn't stop himself until he'd filled Jin to the hilt, his hips pressing against the backs of the other man's thighs before he could halt his movements. He waited, biting his lip to resist the insane urge to pull out and push back into that delicious velvety heat that was clenching around his dick. The friction of entering the tight entrance was unbelievable, and it was more instinct than thought that begged him to do it over and over again.

But he didn't.

Jin had reached up to rest a hand on his arm, silently asking him to wait for him to get used to the sensation. So Hwoarang waited, fighting his own instincts until the brunette was ready as well.

It felt like forever, the greatest test of his resolve to stay there like that. Any exercise that Baek had ever given him could not compare to those few moments. He clenched his jaw while his muscles began to shake and twitch from the strain. He held his breath, blindly looking down at Jin, until he felt the tightness around his cock lessen, and the other man opened his eyes to nod at him, a tiny grunt sounding the green light to let the Korean move again.

He held his breath, carefully pulling out until he felt the head of his cock meet the resistance of the tight ring of muscle at Jin's entrance. He then pushed in again, carefully moving downwards until he could go no further and began the movement to pull back.

It was so slow. So painfully slow, but at the same time the most delicious sensation he'd ever experienced. No woman was like this. No female had ever made him feel the utter carnal desire that he was experiencing at that moment.

Jin reached up to touch his arm again, but this time it was not a request to stop. "I won't break, you know…" he said.

"Yeah?" Hwoarang panted, pushing in and looming over the brunette's flushed face. "A few moments ago-"

"Fuck me harder!" Jin cut him off, reaching up to pull Hwoarang down against him.

"Guh," Hwoarang puffed. "Kazama…" he warned, regaining his position above Jin before laughing. He thrust harder into the other man; pulling out less, but driving his cock deeper into the welcoming entrance, audibly smacking his hips against Jin's thighs. It was as if he was a wild dog that had been chained up, and someone had broken the links and let him loose. He lost himself in the act, grunting and thrusting and driving his desire home into Jin's body, his rival's moans washing over his ears to heighten the power behind his movements.

Their bodies were buzzing with the adrenalin that coursed through their veins, each man steadily climbing to the precipice of their own release. Each movement brought the other closer and closer, faster and faster, more desperately clinging to each other, each wildly thrusting downwards and upwards until Hwoarang could feel his groin tightening, signaling the start of his release. He gasped and panted against Jin's neck, screaming in Korean as his orgasm overcame him and he shook violently as he spilled his seed within his rival.

Jin's release was less audible, but no less powerful; his short gasps and squeaks reached their crescendo before diving into a gasping moan that reverberated from deep within his chest. His body shook, clamping around the cock within him and spreading up to his pulsing shaft that spilled his release across his belly.

+

Hwoarang collapsed onto Jin, his muscles finally giving out and his sweaty body fell against the equally spent man beneath him. He stayed imbedded in the quivering passage until he began to soften and he pulled himself free, shifting his weight to the side so that he lay beside the other man on the soft, king size bed.

They both lay there for a long moment, each staring blankly up at the ceiling, neither having enough strength, or perhaps it was courage, to look over at the other.

Finally, Hwoarang inhaled deeply and puffed it out, exhaling the only word on his mind, "Fuck."

Jin made a sound of agreement.

"Want a smoke?" the redhead offered, rolling off the bed to stumble over to his bag.

"No," Jin said, propping himself up on his elbows to watch as the other man dug a pack out of his bag and put one of the long, white cylinders to his lips. "I didn't know you smoked," he said flatly.

"I don't," was the reply, "But that was too fucking great, so I'm making an exception. You sure you don't want one?" He took another cigarette from of the pack and held it out, but Jin shook his head again. "Suit yourself," Hwoarang said, inhaling the first puff of smoke and throwing the box onto the table.

Hwoarang pulled on his boxers, leaving his cigarette hanging from his lips and making him look every bit like the delinquent he was. Jin rolled out of bed and began the process of pulling his clothes on.

Once both of them were finished, there was that silence. "So," Jin said after a minute of nothing. Hwoarang wouldn't look at him, and he didn't know what the proper thing to do in that situation. So he tactfully changed the subject, "Look, the porn is off."

That snapped the Korean's head around and he nearly dropped his smoke. "The fuck, you're right!" The screen had gone blank, although neither of them had noticed when it had happened.

"Someone is definitely behind this," Jin said, standing beside Hwoarang as they both stared dumbly at the powerless television.

A loud knock made them both jump, and they spun around to stare at the door. Hwoarang turned to give Jin a suspicious look, inclining his head toward the door and arching an eyebrow. The brunette nodded and in unison they took careful steps towards the door.

Hwoarang stood with his back to the wall beside the door, Jin took the other side and they silently looked to each other to get an idea of what to do next. Without guns neither of them could do much, so Hwoarang took a last puff from his cigarette before butting it out on the wall beside him and bellowed, "Who the fuck is it?!"

Jin rolled his eyes and buried his face in his hand. "What's the point in being quiet if you're going to yell at them?"

"'Rang? Open up, man!" the voice came from the other side. "It's me!"

"Steve?" the Korean asked, quirking an eyebrow before cursing and opening the door.

The door opened to reveal the Brit grinning at them from the hallway, leaning against the frame to talk to them more casually. "Man, aren't these digs the best? Old Mishima isn't being a cheapskate like the last tournaments, huh?"

Hwoarang leaned against the door, "Yeah, they're pretty sweet man."

"What are you doing locked in your hotel room? Let's go out and get some pre-tournament training in! Not that it'll help you win, but I wanted to show off my moves!" He leapt back and punched at the air a few times to show the two men what he meant, as if they hadn't seen him fight before.

Hwoarang looked at Jin who shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "You two go and have fun, then," he said, turning his back to them.

"Jin, why don't you join us?" Steve said, barging past Hwoarang into the room. "You should see the babes hanging out in the lounge here. They're all hot for the fighters!"

Jin stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Steve. He'd never been invited anywhere before to just hang out and he wasn't sure if it was a cruel joke or if it came from sincerity.

"Yeah, he'll come with us," Hwoarang cut in, playfully pushing Steve out of the way. "Just let me get dressed and we're there. I've got a couple moves myself to show you that'll kick your ass!" He pulled on his pants from where he'd dropped them and dug through his bag to find a shirt.

Jin watched Steve as he Brit exchanged friendly insults with Hwoarang. For a second he'd thought that the blond had been the one who'd set them up, but that idea had been dismissed before he'd fully formed it in his mind. The boxer had no reason or means to control the television or locking mechanism for the doors like that. No, it was someone else at the tournament. "Who are you rooming with?" he asked Steve, breaking the air of cursing and promises of ass kicking between the two other fighters.

"Ah, they got me with some American guy. He's kinda creepy, so I'm going to try and spend as much time away from there as possible. That man is covered in scars."

"Aww, some little fighter got ya scared, Fox?" Hwoarang taunted, stepping away from the fist that flew for him.

"Shut up, 'Rang! I might need to crash with you guys, so be nice or I won't let you sleep, ass!" He took another swing, connecting with the Korean's shoulder and making the other man curse in pain.

"Fuck, stop that! So, are we going or what?" Hwoarang led the way out of the room, letting Steve and Jin look at each other before following his lead.

Jin turned back to the room, suspiciously looking for a last sign of who was behind their experience before he was dragged away. Nothing stood out to him and he sighed inwardly, quickly grabbing the keycard from the table and closing the door behind him. Whoever had locked them in there would try something again. This wasn't over. He put the idea from his mind and followed the other two fighters down the hall, leaving the room behind and the whirring cameras that were hidden within the walls.

The high-tech lenses buzzed as they adjusted to record the now-empty room, the images of everything that had happened already recorded and wirelessly sent to another room deep within the hotel complex. Everything had been recorded and shown over a large wall-sized screen, witnessed by the man who'd orchestrated the event and others like it. It was only the tip of the iceberg for a series of similar events, and if all went well, it would lead him closer to his goal.

Boredom was truly a dangerous thing when experienced by those with money and power.