Shadows of the Zaibatsu

Lee Chaolan was furious! Still. How could he not be? Not only was he chased out of the Zaibatsu - again - but he was forced to abandon his newest combot model and would have to do all the work on it all over. It wasn't easy being defeated, let alone being defeated by that slutty redhead! It was pathetic. Now that he was sober enough to rationally think about everything that had happened, he was furious! That Korean had both of the men he wanted in a week! How could he do that? Chaolan was sure that if he had ever tried rubbing up against Kazuya, at the least he'd have been punched out. His adoptive brother wasn't the affectionate type.

Even those painful thoughts of his cold and brutal brother made him long for the man. The abuse, he could do without, but that man was addictive. All the Mishimas were, in their own way. It was impossible to get involved in that family and just walk away without a second thought. It was impossible to stop thinking about them, period.

The plane was booked. Two first class tickets to the USA. His home in the Bahamas would welcome him, and going from an employee back to being an employer would be a nice change of pace. Before he left that hemisphere, though, he had to try to do something about Jin. So he decided to turn to the strongest, stupidest man he knew to deal with it for him. Lee straightened his outfit in a hallway mirror and then knocked on the hotel room door.

Paul was quick to answer, but that wasn't a surprise. Not exactly a rich man, so it had to be a small room. The blond frowned upon seeing who it was and crossed his bulky arms. "Wow... I didn't think I'd be seeing you again. Aching for more American cock already? I can't blame ya!"

"Wrong, as usual, Phoenix." Lee rolled his eyes. Was it a mistake to choose that conceited idiot for his plan? He had thought it over a dozen times at least, and it was obvious from the start that no one with brains would be suitable for the task. It was too late to turn back anyway. "Where are your manners? This is where you invite me in."

"Yeah, yeah. Come in if you want." Paul turned around and strutted in, leaving the door open for his guest.

The place was a complete wreck. Clothes were everywhere, empty food dishes and take-out containers scattered over every open surface. Lee almost felt sorry for the hotel staff that would have to deal with that. He had played the role of the janitor once upon a time and had developed a level of sympathy for others who had to clean up after fools like this. It had been wise not to come here expecting another lay, because he'd be afraid to take off so much as his jacket in that place.

He took a few cautious steps, afraid to get something on his shoes - there was no way he'd take them off, but he doubted that would be an issue between the two of them. "I wanted to ask you a favour. You see, I'm having a bit of a disagreement with the Zaibatsu at the moment. Mainly, I tried to kill one of Jin's newest companions, and he didn't appreciate it. I'm on my way back to the Bahamas, so I can't handle this myself... If you were to take care of them for me, I assure you, there would be a highly generous reward in it for you. Perhaps even a job if you would be so inclined."

"A new companion, huh? It wouldn't happen to be a redhead Korean, would it?" Paul sat down on the bed and picked up one of the take-out containers. He used one chopstick an stabbed a piece of meat with it to eat. Apparently during his many trips to Japan, the blond hadn't learned to use chopsticks properly.

Lee's brows furrowed. It was becoming frustrating. Did everyone know everything about what was going on? How did Phoenix know about the happenings in the Zaibatsu, and more importantly, how was he involved? "Yes... You know about Hwoarang and Jin?"

"I guess this means they really are sleeping around... Well, I'm sorry, pal, but I'm not going to murder my good friend for you, and as much as I would love to, I won't murder his new lover either." Paul's eyes fixed on something on the wall. His posture had become tense and it was clear how much the subject matter bothered him.

Interesting. Lee walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to the man. It was highly disappointing that he had come all the way to that grotesque hotel for nothing, so he had to go over his next step. It would be too cruel to beg the American to harm his friend, and too much work anyway. That plan was through if he couldn't find anyone else capable of doing it, but he still had one more option. "That leaves me with no choice. I must face my brother and hope he doesn't throw me out on sight. At least I don't believe he'd kill me, but he's a Mishima and you know how unpredictable they are. I was hoping to avoid resorting to begging that despicable man, but it's the only way..."

Paul perked up at that. He put the container down. "You're going to see Kazuya? This is the perfect chance for me to pound him into oblivion! I'm going with you!"

"No way. I am not sitting on a plane for hours listening to your babbling."

There was no immediate response, but the tension made it obvious that the subject was not closed. Lee sighed and went over to the small window to force it open. That place badly needed to be aired out. It could probably use to be hosed down as well, but someone else would have to take care of that.

While he waited for some form of an argument, he breathed in the outside air and absently stared down at the bustling crowds below. Maybe bringing Phoenix wasn't such a bad idea. Surely, by comparison, Kazuya would be happier to speak with Lee. It would be a pleasant ice-breaker as well. Otherwise he'd have no idea how to start a conversation with his brother without it being too strained, and without getting on his knees right away, though he suspected getting on his knees and pleading was precisely the way to reach that sadist.

Paul came up beside him and slipped a hand onto Lee's waist. "We won't even sit together if we get our tickets separately anyway. Have you ever banged in an airplane restroom?"

"Oh please, with those arms of yours, another person would never fit in there with you." Lee rolled his eyes and brushed the hand off of him. "I have to make some calls to change the destination of my trip, so I might as well make the arrangements for you while I'm at it. If you irritate me, be sure I'll have them throw you back into coach."

The blond's lips split into a bright smile and he once again enfolded the smaller man in his bulky arms. He only let go when he noticed the smaller man struggling to breathe in the bone-crushing embrace. Paul chuckled sheepishly and roughly patted the man on the back. "I don't know why people are always ragging on you, you ain't that bad!"

"Yes I am. Stop touching me before I change my mind."

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Licking the Korean's neck harshly, Jin pounded himself into Hwoarang the last few times, then groaned contently as his seed spilled into the redhead's depths. They had done it sideways this time, and he greatly enjoyed that hot, beautiful back tightly against his torso. He lifted himself up a little to lean over his companion, trying to reach the lips with his own.

He was met halfway as Hwoarang twisted to make it easier. The eager Korean tongue explored Jin's mouth but it only lasted a few seconds when Hwoarang broke from it to swallow and attempt to steady his heavy breathing. "You know, I could get used to this prisoner thing."

Jin smiled. "Me too. After all, when I have this dangerous prisoner in my quarters, everyone understands I'll have to stay around here... you know, to make sure you don't do anything bad." He reached up to gently graze the Korean's chin. "You know, like abstaining from having sex with me or other such nonsense."

"Hey, I may be a murderous criminal, but I'm not crazy enough to abstain!" After a quick wink, Hwoarang stretched and yawned. He reached back, running a hand over Jin's thigh as his eyes drifted closed. "I think we should move somewhere else. Like New Zealand or something."

Quirking a brow, the Japanese placed a kiss on the Korean's cheek. "What's better about New Zealand?" He asked with surprise in his voice. Then, a buzz sounded, and Jin groaned, reaching for his pants on the floor.

The Korean groaned and reluctantly rolled off the bed, going in search of his own discarded clothes. "For starters, less interuptions. Whoever it is better have a damn good reason for this..."

After pulling his pants on, Jin sighed. He was tempted to just tell Hwoarang to stay put, but if it was someone with a clear reason to come in, it would be suspicious to turn them down. And if they came in, seeing the Korean free instead of chained up in a torture device... "So what do we do? I guess I'll have to bring you to the door...?"

"What? Oh yeah, the prisoner thing. I don't know, maybe I should stay out of sight or let you put me in a head lock." Hwoarang hitched his pants on and up. Casting frequent curious glances at the Japanese, he grabbed his vest and pulled it on.

"Head lock sounds sexy." The raven-haired man forced a grin, walking through the door to the entrance room. He was impressed with how quickly his employees had fixed things up; when they got back that morning, it was impossible to see that something had happened. Fixing it all up in about seven hours confirmed he had employed the right people.

"You think so? Everything violent is sexy to you, isn't it? I'm not so sure I'll want you watching those tournaments of yours after this." Once the vest was zipped up, Hwoarang followed Jin and hooked an arm around his shoulders. "What do you want me to do?"

Jin smirked. "... that isn't violent?" He thought about that for a bit, rubbing the Korean's side while he did. "I think you should get on your knees for me." He suggested, wondering what reaction that would bring out.

Hwoarang scowled and shook his head stubbornly. "If that's your best idea, forget it. As a prisoner you'd have to beat me within an inch of my life to get me to kneel for you."

Well, that made sense. "If you were my prisoner and still alive at this point," the Japanese admitted, "it would be because I enjoyed bringing you unbearable pain. Believe me, I've had prisoners with real bad attitudes, but most of them come around to submit better than the average guy after enough pressure. But you're more of a persistent guy than a bad attitude guy..." He frowned, then brought a hand up to graze Hwoarang's cheek. "Should I straddle you? Get a knife, maybe?"

That brought a faint smile to the Korean's face. He pressed his lips lightly to Jin's and nodded with an excited gleam in his eyes. "The knife would work. If you straddled me... Well, it probably wouldn't be too good for our act if I got a hard-on in the middle of it, would it?"

"Hwoarang..." Jin said with a smirk, "I think many have realised you're turned on by me. And many people are, somehow." He winked. "I doubt that ruins anything." He walked a few steps over to one of his many wall safes, opening it and taking out a long, curved knife. "Lie down, baby."

Hwoarang looked down at the floor for an uncertain moment and then shrugged and did as he was told, Once he was down on his back, he made a show of getting comfortable and folding his arms behind his head. "Alright, but after this, I want the names, numbers, and addresses of all those people you're talking about."

As he lowered down to sit across the Korean's torso, Jin grinned. "Alright, I'll get you a phone book." He moved the knife to rest its blade against Hwoarang's throat, then reached into his pocket to pick out his remote, pushing the button for the intercom. "Yes?" He said in a loud, unwelcoming voice.

"Kazama-sama." That was Yokotami's voice, and there was a certain urgency in its tone. "We need to talk. In private, if you don't mind."

"Hey, it's my favourite Zaibatsu minion! Yokotami-san's here to release me, right?" The redhead chuckled lightly to himself, only to quickly stop and furrow his brows. "Wait, what does he mean by 'private'?"

"I guess I'll have to kill you first, then. Nothing personal." Jin watched the Korean shrug, then pushed the other remote button, which opened the door. "Come inside, Yokotami." He ordered, then closed the door again as the older Japanese did as he was told.

"Looking good, Yokotami-san. I'm sorry if you wanted to speak to Jin alone, but even if I could leave, I wouldn't." Hwoarang looked nervously at the knife, then at Jin. An almost pleading element lowered his voice as he asked, "I can stay, right?"

Without saying anything further, the older Japanese lowered respectfully to his knees. "Kazama-sama," he started again, "if you permit, I will tell you why I came."

Well, Yokotami probably wouldn't have offered that if he saw Hwoarang hearing it as a problem, so Jin nodded. "Go ahead."

The employee frowned. "There are people doubting that Hwoarang is a prisoner here, and they're looking into it. I believe the G Corporation may be involved in the research, but it's too early to tell. We're trying to identify the source and the participants, but as of now, you're being watched by someone who probably intends to report what they find."

Hwoarang shifted beneath Jin and closed his eyes. His brows furrowed with aggravation as he shook his head. "See, this is exactly why I want to leave the country. Everything here is so fucking complicated. We can't catch a fucking break because there's always someone getting in my way!" When his eyes opened, he bared his teeth angrily. "Let me leave, Jin. I'll give that goddamn father of yours a piece of my mind and a piece of my fist, that bastard..."

Complicated here? Jin frowned. "Hwoarang... we're behind fortifications here. Believe me, if we were in New Zealand, we'd be bothered every hour of the day, instead of once or twice per day." He gazed up at Yokotami. "How long do you think it will take?"

Yokotami lifted his head momentarily. "I don't know. A few days, most likely." He paused, then drew an uneasy breath. "Do you want me to block off this section for you to give you two more private space?"

"No." Jin answered quickly before Hwoarang could get a word in. "I want operations to run as normal. Anything else would be suspicious. Find those people, and we'll move them to another site like the others. Ten too many is better than one too little."

"Yes, Kazama-sama." Yokotami bowed more deeply, eyes focused on the floor between them. "Anything else before I leave?"

The Korean inhaled deeply and brushed an idle hand over Jin's leg. The anger was still obvious, but fairly under better control. "I'm sorry for causing all this trouble for you, Yokotami-san. It wasn't supposed to be like this."

With a little smile, the older Japanese pushed to his feet. "No problem. Be good to Jin for me, will you?" He backed off to the door, and Jin pushed the button to let the man back out.

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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