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As if it hadn't been hurting enough. So little as sitting up was agony, but getting his pants on was just plain stupid. Hwoarang grunted and sat back down on the bed with his bag, not bothering to finish doing the pants up. All his stuff was messily thrown in there, making finding the pain pills like finding a needle in the haystack. Oh well, he could bear surviving without them.

The bed shifted and he felt the man get in behind him with legs on either side. Feeling Jin's chest right against his back was enough to make Hwoarang forget about his pain and put aside the self pity for a little while. The hands beginning to knead his shoulders a bit even drew a relaxed sigh out of him. The Korean rested his hands on the Japanese thighs and spoke quietly, "That feels good, keep doing it."

Starting to knead harder, Jin leant forward. Hwoarang could feel the hot breath into his hair, then a nose brushing its way to his ear. "Think we should take a trip to that shop today?" The Japanese hissed softly.

"Shop? What shop?" Hwoarang faked a thoughtful hum. The idea of letting Jin go there with him and buy toys he'd use on someone else was not appealing, but would it go like that? Hard to tell. He frowned to himself at his own indecision, and turned his head to place a kiss on the other man's hand.

Jin's tongue flickered harshly over the skin behind his ear, and the man grinded himself up gently against him, still massaging. "I was assuming you weren't making cuffs and crops yourself," he added in an amused voice, "but if you would prefer, you can surprise me again. Few things turn me on more than being given such things while I'm in the mood..."

That prick, assuming the redhead would go to such lengths to turn him on. Hwoarang attempted to ignore the excited shiver on his spine and grimaced at the blatant arrogance. "If you want me to surprise you with gifts, you're going to have to put up the cash. I've got a little over 300 yen left to my name. I couldn't even buy lube with that!"

"Someone with less money than me? I didn't think that could happen." The Japanese chuckled lazily. "I have a few thousand yen in my wallet... we should get money somehow. Think we can find some pit fights around here?"

Absently rubbing the man's thigh, Hwoarang considered that. "Well, apparently the slut knows about some, so I could always harrass the information out of him."

"You do that." Jin said softly then leant forward to hug the redhead. "Between us, it shouldn't take long to get the money we need..."

If only Baek had been that supportive of his harrassing people weaker than him. Hwoarang twisted in the embrace to steal a lazy kiss, but it was promptly interrupted by a knock on the door. Damn. That meant he'd have to stand up again. With a grunt, he pushed himself to his feet - though his backside didn't hurt as bad as he remembered, it was still amplified considerably by his self pity. He made his way stiffly to the door and pulled it open.

"Hey, BT, what a lovely surprise." Hwoarang grinned at his double, and boredly zipped up his own pants.

With a quirked brow, Blood Talon considered him. "Hi..." He said with a smirk, then shrugged. "Come on out for a moment? I need to talk to you."

Without a second thought, Hwoarang winked at Jin and then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. There was always a chance that what BT had to say, he wouldn't want the Japanese to overhear, so he walked a few steps down the hallway and leaned against the wall. "Is there a problem?"

"No." The other redhead grinned, then claimed eye contact. "I was back at the organization today. Those bastards wouldn't talk business with me, said I didn't speak for anyone but myself. So I'm going to prove them wrong. Think you'd come?"

Remembering the threat of elimination and those people with guns and syringes made him shudder. He hated that place, and had hoped he wouldn't have to deal with them again. "What do you want to talk to them about?"

Every trace of humour disappeared from that face, and Blood Talon spoke in a slow, insistent voice. "I told you already that being the leader is important to me. I want them to deal with me when they deal with the group. As long as we can't present a united front, we'll get nothing out of them, but trust me, I can do better once they take me seriously. We're not saving the world with our own spare cash. We need plane tickets, hotel rooms, equipment..."

"So basically I have to decide whether or not I'm confident enough leaving Jin alone with the whore so I can back you up in the world saving effort?" The idea made him cringe. No doubt that Zekkai would snag any chance he got to make a move. "Well, I did make a deal with you, so yeah, I'll go."

A smug grin crept upon Blood Talon's face. "We don't have to leave them alone. I can make Zekkai come, but you'll have to be nice to him if he comes. Either that, or, you can make Jin come along. But remember, we need to show them unity. If he's going to run his own game, then that's really counter-productive."

Was that the only problem? Well, yeah, he couldn't guarantee that Jin would behave, but he'd be better than bringing Zekkai along. Hwoarang shrugged and walked back to their hotel room, opening the door and leaning against the frame. "Hey hotstuff, we're going to make the organization fund our quest to take over the world... I mean... save the world. I won't behave unless you're there."

Jin had gotten dressed, looking over at him with a smirk. "As far as I'm concerned, you don't have to behave..." He shrugged as he paced over towards him. "Money would be nice, but I thought they had forgotten about us. How are you going to make them pay?"

"I ain't doing nothing, BT's doing all the work, thank god. They wouldn't listen to him when he was alone, so we have to go put up a united front and hope they don't try to kill me again." After giving the Japanese a long once-over, Hwoarang grinned and closed the rest of the distance, sliding his arms up around Jin's shoulders. "Hey, on our way back we should loot the sex shop!"

The raven-haired man seemed to like that idea. "We should!" He said with a broad grin, then placed a kiss on Hwoarang's cheek. "Hey, Blood Talon!" He shouted, "how much money will you give us for coming?"

Appearing in the doorway, the other redhead shrugged. "How about if it works out, I give you twenty grand instant pocket money? Each?"

Hwoarang let go of Jin and turned around to face the other redhead. "Twenty grand?" He jokingly licked his lips and looked the Blood Talon over. "Damn, I picked the wrong sugar daddy."

Smirking again, the other Korean walked over and rested a hand against his side. "Just remember I'm the boss, and they have to get that message. Once they do, the rest is piece of cake." His gaze went over to Jin. "You'll call me 'boss' for twenty grand, right?"

"No." The Japanese said, but didn't appear offended. Sliding his arms around Hwoarang from behind, he whispered loud enough for both to hear, "but as long as you don't run away with this redhead, I'll be civil."

That had to signify some sort of progress. How could it not? Of course, it might just be something Jin would have said about any of the Koreans. Hwoarang glanced back at the other man and then frowned at BT. "Does this mean I have to put a shirt on? How about I go half naked, and maybe they'll be too distracted by my nasty bruises and scratches to refuse us. Kinda like a charity case!"

With an amused chuckle, Blood Talon shook his head. "Yes, you have to put a shirt on." With a nod at them, he added, "see you outside the building in twenty-five minutes," then turned and walked down the hallway.

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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