Like Twins

It had only been a few beers, so Hwoarang was just a little tipsy. What else was he supposed to do when he was pissed off at Jin for cutting down his pride, and the room was filled with the erotic sounds of Zekkai and BT getting it on? Well, they were probably done by then - it had been a few hours and everyone was probably asleep, but still. Going to the bar was all he could do earlier. No one else was willing to put up with him, so it was nice to be in a place where there were people who thought he was hot. He didn't even mind the women who kept hitting on him.

Nothing would have been better than having a nice comfortable bed to go back to, but since that wasn't an option, he was still looking forward to having a painful sleep on the floor. Rest was what he needed. Maybe that pain in his ass would be gone in the morning. Getting to the room was a bit more difficult than he had thought. the elevator kept stopping on the wrong floor, or maybe he was pressing the wrong button. Eventually he got there and opened the door to quiely creep inside.

The sight made him less than happy. He didn't even give a damn about Zekkai having stolen the cot again - even if it was a bit frustrating having not an ounce of respect from anyone in that group - but on the bed Jin and BT were asleep, and Jin's arm was under the Korean's neck. That prick. It made Hwoarang so angry to know the things he had done meant nothing to that man, but he couldn't walk straight, let alone think properly about how to handle it. He stumbled his way to the bed, and leaned over to whisper to the other redhead, "Wake up, BT."

Slurring for a bit, the Korean yawned deeply. When his eyes fluttered open to fix him a sleepy gaze, he grimaced. "What?" He asked with a quirked brow.

"You make me so hot, I wanna get good and naked." Hwoarang joked, and wiggled his tongue in the air. He tugged on the blanket and then headed in the direction of the bathroom. "Help me get this weird metal comtra-contrapit-comtraption... off. Please."

Blood Talon sighed and yawned again, but nevertheless followed eventually, wearing nothing but boxers. As he walked through the bathroom door, a hand shot up to cover his eyes. "Lights..." he grunted, spreading his fingers momentarily before covering up again.

Hwoarang rolled his eyes and switched the light back off. To be fair, he knew he'd have a little bit of light sensitivity in the morning too. Luckily he didn't drink enough for a full blown hangover. "I tried to get it off by myself, but I only made it tighter and now it's as uncomfortable as fuck. I hate this thing."

With an unintelligible grunt, the other Korean went to work. Hwoarang could feel him pulling at various parts of it, letting out a groan. "Man, you really know how to make a mess of a harness, don't you?" He let out a tired chuckle, then continued working on it.

"Yeah well, it's not my thing. I'm more popular with the girls at the bars when I wear my chaps and vests anyway." He sighed and glanced nervously at the doorway. When he wobbled a bit, he grabbed onto the sink to prevent himself from falling over. "Is Zekkai a good lay?"

"Well, if it's the girls at the bars who matter, I see your point." Blood Talon stopped working on the harness for a bit, leaning up to whisper in Hwoarang's ear. "Zekkai's not bad... what about Jin?"

The anger returned, but he had no idea where to direct it. Hwoarang shook his head. "He's a fucking god in bed, but he's still an asshole. I can't stand him!" He paused when he realised he was getting too loud, then continued again in a whisper, "I've done everything I can do short of becoming a completely different person, and he still couldn't care less. I hope his balls shrivel up and fall off."

Blood Talon reached back to switch the lights on, and with squinted eyes, he grinned at the other Korean. "Don't worry," he whispered, "we've only just started. You won't have to become a completely different person, we just have to play our cards right." He started working from the front, apparently having an easier time with squinted eyes than in the dark.

"Uh huh... We'll see about that. I'm not going to such great lengths to be obedient just to have him mock me afterwards again." The harness felt much looser, and he realised it was mostly undone. Hwoarang pulled the harness off over his head, and breathed a relieved sigh. There were red pressure marks all over his torso, but those would likely be gone within an hour. It was the bruise on his chest that still bothered him. It was tender and looked horrible.

"Mocked you, eh..." the Blood Talon frowned, then let out another yawn. When he recovered from it, his eyes seemed to have gotten accustomed to the light, and he fixed the other Korean a reasonably stable gaze. "Look, I know you've made some headway. There's telltale signs of that. But it's your decision if you want him, and I'm not going to push you. If you want him, though, I'm still on your side helping you."

Hwoarang shrugged and took a few steps toward the door, pausing only to avoid getting off balance and careening into the wall. "Well, it's either go after him like I did tonight or just go back to obsessing about him and challenging him to fights. I'll figure it out in the morning." It was way too confusing, and he just wanted to go to sleep, so he stepped out of the bathroom, trying to think of ways to make his bed on the floor more comfortable.

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here:
http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260