Like Twins

The whole experience was unnerving. The only thing he could possibly do to prevent the others from knowing he had been weak when it mattered was to lock himself in the bathroom until he got over it. Hwoarang wanted to forget about it, and the only way to do that was to do something else. As soon as Jin came back from whatever he had been doing, Hwoarang suggested they go to the sex shop, and that's exactly what they did. Somehow, it just wasn't enough. It was too calm, just walking around exploring the freaky toys while Jin found what he wanted. It wasn't enough to erase the lingering doubts that the organisation left the Korean with.

When they were done, he knew what he needed to do. He needed to drink himself stupid and have fun doing it. He needed to hit the bars and clubs. Even though he was the one that suggested it, he was still surprised when his companion agreed to go with him. Couldn't just pick any old place if he wasn't going to be alone, so Hwoarang had taken them to a 'men only' club with plenty of dark corners and back rooms. Would be a good place just as long as the Japanese didn't decide to disappear into one of those dark corners with another man.

Right when they arrived, the Korean headed straight for the bar. He had changed before they got there into a dark red vinyl outfit with no sleeves, as usual. At least he didn't stick out as much as he would have wearing cotton. The bar area was separate from the dance floor, so the music wasn't quite as deafening. He waved his hand to get the bartender's attention and ordered a couple shots.

He heard a soft sigh against his ear, then felt Jin grind up against him from behind. After picking out some new clothes at the shop, the Japanese was wearing a black fishnet shirt and a pair of black and white leather pants. Flame design, of course. He could vaguely feel the big silver belt buckle through the vinyl with every move.

Hwoarang grinned and glanced over his shoulder. He knew if he took a good enough look at that body, he'd be rock hard in a second, so he kept his eyes somewhat off the Japanese. Nice to know the guy was enjoying himself already. The shots landed on the counter in front of him, so he took them and turned around on the stool to face Jin, offering one over. "Drink up, my friend!"

Smirking, the raven-haired man shook his head lightly. "You can drink for both of us," he said with an amused voice, absently running a hand over the crop and the thick chain that were on his belt. "I'll have to stay sober so I can carry you back to the hotel tonight."

Sober? What was the fun in that? With a shrug, Hwoarang downed both shots, one after another, and then stood up to press his lips attentively to the Japanese. "I don't know what you're talking about. I could carry us both back if I was hammered out of my mind!"

Jin sat down on the stool next to him, being quick to slip one of his gloved hands down onto the Korean's backside. "Well, you'll get hammered, and then we'll see tonight, won't we?"

Before the redhead thought of a way to answer that with dignity, he felt another hand on his back. Some guy - a regular of that club he had seen a few times in the past - was leaning over and muttering into his ear. The guy was too drunk to make any sense, but judging by the tugging on his shirt, he assumed he was wanted for a dance. After feeling the hand on his backside give him a little squeeze, Hwoarang looked curiously to Jin's confident face. It was maddening. Did it really not matter to the Japanese whether or not Hwoarang went off with another man?

Pissed off and not knowing what to do about it, the Korean nodded at the stranger and then said to Jin as he started walking away, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Only seconds later, a slim figure dressed in skin-tight blue vinyl from head to toe had wrapped his arms around Jin, seeming really enthusiastic about the guy he'd found. With a half-confused, half-amused smirk, the Japanese followed the guy out on the dancefloor.

Any other day, being in the middle of those bumping, grinding bodies would be a mindless relief. Hwoarang moved with the beat, but his mind was too focused on watching Jin to enjoy the men surrounding him. What was so good about those hyper little twinks the Japanese man kept getting? Did he really want someone too stupid to disobey? Someone with no real identity of their own? How could anyone have the patience for anyone like that? 'Why don't I just buy you a fucking blowup doll' he thought bitterly, 'then you won't have to go to the trouble of leaving your room to find a mindless bitch!'

Just as he finished that train of thought, he saw the raven-haired man slip a hand down on to the guy's backside. Hwoarang stopped dancing instantly, only to see the twink kiss Jin on the neck, walking as much as dancing towards the nearest dark corner.

That asshole! Heartless bastard... Hwoarang cringed at the hands on him. When one got a little too far beneath his vinyl pants, he spun around on his heel and nailed the stranger in the jaw with his fist. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Shock and confusion twisted the strangers face into a grimace and after a moment, he was swinging his fist in a drunken counter attack. Hwoarang ducked and kicked the guy's feet out from under him and bringing his foot down on the creep's back. Jin was gone; somewhere in the shadows, most likely. It was too dark for Hwoarang to see over there, not that he really wanted to see his man getting it on with some twink, but he didn't have long to look anyway. The drunken stranger suddenly hit him in the stomach from the side and tackled him to the dance floor, knocking some other people down on the way.

No way was anyone getting away with that! The night hadn't turned out the way it was supposed to and he couldn't be more pissed. Hwoarang kneed the stranger in the chest and somehow got himself out of the hold so he could get up. Someone grabbed his arms, and twisted them behind his back, restraining him all too quickly. An angry glare over his shoulders revealed the displeased frowns of the club's bouncers. Shit.

It was tempting to fight them too, but he knew they were just doing their job, trying to keep the peace. Hwoarang rolled his eyes and impatiently tried to yank himself free. Their hold was too skillful, but they let him go anyway, and two large hands landed on his shoulders, leading him toward one of the many exits. It was a fairly annoying long walk throughout the club. People were staring and whispering, and the drunken stranger was shouting unintelligible Japanese curses at him. The bouncers didn't say anything to him the whole time, they just got to the door, opened it and pushed him outside into the alley.

When the door slammed, shutting him out, he scowled at it and then turned to his surroundings. There was Jin, waiting for him. He blinked, unable to hide his surprise, and then lowered his head stubbornly refusing to look at the guy. "That was quick. Break the twink already?"

With a content sigh, the raven-haired man covered the steps between them. His backside was grabbed with two hands moments later, and Jin leant forward to hiss seductively in his ear. "The only one I'm going to break tonight.... is you."

"I get it, I should be impressed that you can and will get in anyone's pants you want, right? When I see you go off to fuck some breathing blowup doll, I should be so fucking turned on that I'd be willing to bend over for you the minute your finished with him." Hwoarang's lip curled up in a bitter scowl. That bastard had a lot of nerve coming on to him, and what pissed him off most of all was his body's reaction. How could he be so impassioned by the prick after he got kicked out of his favourite club?

Quirking a brow, Jin gave him a confused gaze. "Fuck him? I didn't even kiss him back!" Jin released his backside, then turned around and started walking away with an annoyed arm gesture. "Fine, fine. If you want to be a hypocrite, who am I to deny you the pleasure?"

"How am I being a hypocrite? I didn't do anything wrong this time, so don't you dare put the blame on me!" Far too pissed to let it go, Hwoarang followed after the Japanese, staying only a step behind. "If you're going to accuse me of something, you better have a damn good reason."

The Japanese slowed down to a casual pace. "You walked off with one guy, I walked off with another guy. Neither of us tried to get anywhere. And now, a minute later, you're angry at me for it." He shrugged and sighed. "Why did you want to go to this club, anyway, if seeing me touch someone else sets you off?"

"I wanted to drink and have fun with you," the Korean grumbled, shoving his hands into the vinyl pockets. "I went with that guy because you were pissing me off."

With a shrug, Jin flashed him a tired smirk. "And I went with that guy because sitting alone by the bar would've been incredibly boring." He stopped next to a food and drinks stand with another sigh. "How about if I buy you a beer, can I grope you then?"

Apparently being completely serious was too foreign a concept for Jin to grasp. Hwoarang crossed his arms and glanced resentfully at the groups of twinks wandering around from the club. They were still too close apparently. "How easy do you think I am? If you buy me a beer and promise you won't so much as look at another man tonight, then we'll have a deal."

The Japanese turned to the saleswoman immediately. "Beer, please." He said with a smile, then wrapped his arms gently around the redhead. "I promise, Hwoarang... unless you turn me down, there's only you for me tonight."

It was too tempting to resist. The Korean grinned and lightly kissed his companion, then he whispered playfully with a touch of ire. "Good. I guess that means I won't look up later tonight to find you watching BT sleep? You won't bat an eye if he decides to get on his knees and begs you to do him?"

With a content sigh, Jin grinded lustfully up against his companion, whispering intently into the redhead's ear. "Hwoarang... if you're going to sleep on the floor anyway, how about you sleep next to my side of the bed, so I can watch you sleep?"

"You know, some people would find that creepy." Hwoarang laughed and slipped a hand into the black hair, resting the other one on Jin's hip. When the beer was handed over to them, he took it and politely thanked the saleswoman.

As he turned back to the Japanese, his head was already seized, and he was treated to a deep, thorough kiss. When they broke from it, Jin panted, "how about we head back to the hotel room? Or would you rather go somewhere else?"

Disoriented for a second, Hwoarang swallowed and blinked. That kind of attention was bound to go straight to his groin, but he attempted to distract himself by taking a few gulps of the nice cold beer. "Yeah, let's go back to the hotel. That freak at the club hit me right where I'm bruised with his fucking shoulder. The longer we hang around here, the more I'll want to go back and teach him a lesson."

Jin pulled the crop from his belt, making slow loops with it in the air. "We could always wait until he comes out," he grinned, "but I'm sure you and me will have much more fun without him." He wrapped his free arm behind the Korean, nudging him along down the sidewalk towards the hotel.

Hwoarang went along, wondering whether to be more weary of the shameless twinks at the clubs or his lookalikes at the hotel. A promise was a promise anyway, and Hwoarang figured he'd be justified in kicking Jin's ass if that promise was broken. "Give me enough alcohol and we can have fun anywhere." He leaned in closer and nuzzled the man's neck as he slid his arm around Jin's waist.

Sticking the crop back where it was, Jin moaned contently at the attentions. "Talking about fun, there's an important decision to make, and I'll leave it to you." He whispered slowly, then slid his hand around Hwoarang down to the backside. "Tonight... should I slam you here," he gave the Korean's cheek a squeeze, or "here?" He added, running his free palm over the redhead's throat.

"You fucking pervert." Hwoarang chuckled, running his tongue up along the Japanese jawline. "You can't get me to beg, so you're going to make me ask for it?" He lowered his voice to a mischevious mutter as he scraped his teeth lightly over the ear. "I should make you beg to fuck me, or maybe I should tell you I want it both ways."

"Both ways?" The Japanese answered in a lustful pant. "You're fucking inspired... why didn't I think of that?" He grinned broadly, then placed another eager kiss on Hwoarang's mouth. "No problem. You'll definitely get it both ways."

Maybe the night wasn't turning out so bad after all. All it took was getting kicked out of a club to get Jin's attention off of mindless twinks? Hwoarang figured he'd have to remember that. His tone turned mildly sarcastic and greatly amused, "Not horny all the time, my ass... Hey, while you're in such a generous mood, maybe I should press my luck and ask to be on top."

Flickering his tongue over the Korean's cheek with a soft moan, Jin shifted closer. "Well, I didn't use to be horny all the time, but if I'm going to get your ass twice per day, then maybe I will be." He placed a quick kiss on Hwoarang's nose. "You could ask to be on top if you like, but it'll still be you bending over."

Maybe he was closer than he thought to getting Jin to be completely his. But there was still more to do. There was always more. Of course he couldn't figure the next steps out while he was a little bit buzzed, but it was still nice on his confidence to think he made some progress with that man. Hwoarang took a few more gulps of his beer and smiled at the Japanese. "Twice per day? Maybe I should ration my ass out if I ever wanna walk straight again."

Jin let out a friendly chuckle, giving him a gentle pat on the back. "Walking straight is overrated." They walked through the hotel entrance, barely fitting through side by side. Receiving numerous glances from the other guests made the Korean proud, and Jin didn't seem to mind either. "I think they're jealous..." He whispered teasingly.

"Must be." It was best to ignore that obvious narcissism. Much easier to do after a beer and a couple shots. "They wish they were getting a piece of me too." Hwoarang winked playfully at Jin.

Leaning in and giving the redhead's neck an eager suck, Jin ran a hand back down to Hwoarang's backside. "I don't blame them..." he mumbled as they started up the stairs.

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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