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Nebraska. That was the answer.

Hwoarang was sure that once they saved the world, stealing or destroying that thing in Nebraska, he could get back to living his normal life. It was bad enough competing with the Mishima family for Jin's attention, but it was just too weird competing with various versions of himself. It didn't matter, competition was competition and even if he had considered it, there was no way he was going to back down and just let them have the Japanese. There were two other Jins they could have!

As far as he was concerned, the Blood Talon wasn't that bad. Even if the guy approached Hwoarang that morning and asked to be called 'Boss'. Was he kidding? Hwoarang wasn't so sure he liked the idea of so blatantly showing that he was willingly below the man, but he knew it was the least he could do in exchange for all the help. Might as well.

None of that would matter for the next hour, because he was going to get some food! Breakfast! It was about goddamn time! Hwoarang would have ran down to get his food, but the pain in his backside was still there and he ended up limping until he was close enough to have to fake it. Didn't want to give anyone a reason to mock him again. When he entered the place, he spotted where the others were seated and casually made his way over, claiming a seat as close to Jin as he could get. It was the first time he got to see the Japanese that morning and he was going to enjoy it. Maybe the others would think twice about trying to snag Jin when Hwoarang was that close.

"Good morning," the raven-haired man said with a smile, immediately letting his attention wander from the food and onto the Korean. "Sleep well?" He asked with a curious brow, a hand quickly sneaking down to stroke the jeans-clad backside.

"No," Hwoarang answered while he picked up a plastic sheet that was supposedly their breakfast menu. At least he could get the man's attention without wearing the harness for a little while. That might have been a good sign. "On the floor, drunk and bruised does not make for a good night's sleep." He waved at another nearby table and faked a cheerful shout, "Thanks again for battering me up, Hiro! Appreciate it!"

"That's too bad." Jin leant in to flicker his tongue over the Korean's neck, letting out a satisfied sigh. Nuzzling his way up to an ear, he whispered, "we could do some sleeping on the bed after breakfast if you want..."

A shiver ran down his spine. Hwoarang glanced at the man, trying to play it cool. Now that was not easy to do when he was beginning to feel a bit turned on. "Are you seriously this horny all the time?"

With an amused sound, Jin nipped at his earlobe, then whispered, "not at all... but when I get horny, all I can think about is sex." The hand on Hwoarang's backside contracted to a squeeze. "Right now, the problem is that I've got some spare lust from last night... and I dreamt about you tonight."

Trying to act indifferent was nearly impossible. Hwoarang didn't want to get worked up in front of all those people, but on second thought, he didn't like any of them anyway. He turned in his seat and grasped the front of Jin's hoodie. In a lustful hiss, Hwoarang told Jin, "You're a pain in the ass. It pisses me off how you can touch other people and then come get me all excited. I really want to hurt you." The redhead claimed the other man's mouth in a determined and rough kiss.

The Japanese let out an unsteady pant, sliding a hand up into the red hair. "I don't know what you mean, but shit... not sure I can even finish the meal now." He quirked a vague smirk, then shuddered. "I need some doggy so bad..." he whispered in the redhead's ear, "please come with me upstairs right now. You're so much more fun than the others..."

Now that was music to his ears! Even if it was just one of those things people say to get in someone's pants - Hwoarang had spoken many lies to that effect with past lovers - it still got to him. He smirked, more than ready to give it a go, no matter how much his backside still hurt, when along came one of his adversaries.

Zekkai came from another table and he was gazing at only Jin as if there was no one else around him. The slut's lips twisted into a playful grin as he leaned over Jin's seat. "Hey, you don't look busy. I was thinking we could go have a little sparring session. I've got all sorts of toys to make it interesting."

Not wanting to give Jin a chance to accept that proposal, Hwoarang stood up and glared at the poor excuse for a double. Still, no attention spared for him. Well, if that bitch wanted to ignore him, he'd force him to pay attention. Glowering furiously, he grabbed the other Korean's arm, jerked him away from the table, and swiped his heel down on Zekkai's chest. The satisfaction of seeing that shocked and pained look on the other's face was addictive; he wanted more.

"Hwoarang!"

That was probably BT's voice, but he was too angry to pay any attention. Hwoarang grabbed the front of Zekkai's wifebeater, and nailed his fist into the stomach. "You've gone too far, whore! If you ever try that again, I will kill you!" He shoved the guy back into Babo and Doormat's table with a crash, and leapt on him.

The bitch struggled to get out of the position, but Hwoarang didn't care. He threw more punches, feeling himself getting the same treatment from Zekkai's fists as he suddenly was tugged forcefully back up. "Alright, you two," the Blood Talon said in a deep growl, "we're going outside. Now."

Did that mean he was in for a scolding? Hwoarang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, realising his lip was bleeding. Bastard hit his mouth! Well, at least he didn't chip a tooth. While he tried to breathe through the adrenaline rush, he glanced at the Blood Talon. "Alright, I'm coming, boss."

"They should have eliminated you at the start," Zekkai grumbled as he clumsily got on his feet. He dusted himself off and started walking toward the door to outside, hunched over and holding his stomach the whole way.

As they left the scene, the skinny redhead's enthusiastic voice was heard. "Whoa! Isn't our boss awesome?"

Once they got outside, the Blood Talon was quick to start talking. "Starting a fight by the breakfast table, Hwoarang? If you got a score to settle with Zekkai, you two can take care of that at some other time and place." As Zekkai broke into a bitter laughter, the Blood Talon turned to lock gazes with him. "I heard what you said. You had to know this was coming, so you've got nobody to blame but yourself."

"He had no reason to attack me!" was Zekkai's protest. He crossed his arms and glared at Hwoarang. "Jin doesn't belong to you. It takes more than being his bitch for 15 minutes to earn the right to be possessive. If any one deserves getting their ass kicked, it's you, and I bet everyone out there would agree with me!"

Hwoarang sneered and turned to the Blood Talon. "I have an idea! Let's lynch him! It'll be great fun!"

"No." The Blood Talon said calmly, "let's not do that." He turned back to Zekkai, adding, "even if Jin doesn't belong to him, strolling right up to someone who's kissing and tell them they don't look busy... you know that will not be received well. Besides, I doubt that did your chances with Jin anything good."

Could only hope BT was right. Hwoarang was more than afraid that advance had earned Zekkai a few points with Jin. Worst scenario would be that Jin was mad at him for attacking the whore. He licked the blood off his lip and spit it out. "I'm not going to attack him again, so can I go back now? I'm hungry."

"Just remember, you two," Blood Talon said with weight, "Jin's going to make up his own mind. Fighting each other isn't going to change that." He shrugged, then turned around towards the door. "Sure, let's go back inside."

Sparing one last warning glance in the whore's direction, Hwoarang headed back inside and straight for his table. Things were back to normal inside. Babo was comforting his doormat, and the Jins had returned to their meals. Hiro, however, seemed to have his eye more on the Blood Talon than what he was putting in his mouth. What the hell was that about? Hwoarang shrugged it off and sat back in his seat, watching Zekkai claim his old chair at another table.

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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