Like Twins

They made their way up the stairs - not without more suggestive bantering - and onto their floor. Knowing at that time in the evening the rooms wouldn't likely be free was frustrating. They couldn't kick everyone out, could they? Maybe if Kazama and Hiro were off somewhere, Hwoarang would happily bully the two idiots, Doormat and Babo, into giving up their bed. As soon as he made it to the door, he opened it and walked in, taking a good look at the two redheaded occupants.

"Hey BT," he said with a friendly smile. As long as the whore didn't open his mouth there would be no more problems.

And then the whore opened his mouth. Zekkai's eyes, as usual, were glued on the Japanese. "Well you guys look like you're in good moods. Where did you go off to, Jin?"

"Me and Hwoarang have been around town for a bit..." The raven-haired man said with a smirk, then went to slide his arms around the Korean from behind. Starting to rub himself demonstratively up against Hwoarang's backside, he added, "and we'd greatly appreciate a bit of privacy, if you two don't mind."

Zekkai frowned and looked over at BT. He didn't appear to like that idea, but when the Blood Talon didn't give him much of a reaction, apparently too busy reading, the whore got up off the cot. While he walked past them, he whispered to Jin on his way out the door, "When that obnoxious, spoiled dog gets boring, you know where to find me."

Nuzzling Hwoarang's cheek, the Japanese whispered teasingly into an ear. "Boring, you? Does he know something about your attitude tonight that I don't, or is he just jealous?"

"I don't know, it sounds to me like he's begging to get his face rearranged tomorrow morning." Hwoarang kicked the door shut before the whore was completely out. Hearing the wood hit the guy and a surprised shout only brought a smile to his face. He wrapped his arms around Jin's neck and claimed the lips in a passionate kiss. At least he was sort of with someone who wouldn't scold him for being mean to people who deserved it. When he ended the kiss, giving the Japanese lips a playful lick, he turned to gaze at the other redhead. "Find anything scandalous in those files?"

It took another few seconds before Blood Talon gazed up at him. "Actually, in a way, I did." He smirked as he packed them quickly together and stood up, putting them under his arm. "You owe me a favour, Jin!" He said with a nod, then headed off after Zekkai.

Well that was easier than he had thought, especially when Jin was the one owing for it instead of him. Hwoarang slipped a hand under the fishnet, running his fingers up the other man's chest. "It's so sexy how easily you can clear a room."

With a satisfied sigh, the Japanese moved his hands up to the redhead's zipper, starting to undo it and uncovering the torso. "Just wait... I can think of something that's even sexier..." He said with a smirk, leaning in to run his tongue over the Korean's chest muscles while pulling the zipper the rest of the way down.

"Oh yeah?" Hwoarang breathed, his hand absently returning to the Japanese hair. Maybe it was just because of the alcohol in his system, but somehow this night was more of a success than the previous one. Couldn't really say that until it was over, but as his gaze followed Jin's every movement, he grinned proudly. "What could possibly be sexier than your absolute control over everyone except me?"

"Let me think..." Jin said, returning the grin as he moved his hands down to unzip Hwoarang's pants. "My absolute control over everyone except you, plus you naked, chained up and handcuffed, and me ramming my dick into your ass?" As he pulled the pants down a little, his hands snuck onto the now bare backside, giving it an intent squeeze.

Now that was hard not to laugh at. He exaggerated a moan and grinded up against the other man. "Oh god, you're right! Throw in your monster cock fucking me into oblivion, and you can make even the mention of being bound and broken all the sexier."

With a lustful pant, Jin twisted the other man around quickly. Grazing the neck with his teeth, he slid both his arms around the redhead and pulled their bodies together. "Are you doing this on purpose so I can't bear to wait?" He mumbled, then grabbed the vinyl top with both hands, starting to tug it off.

"Fuck yeah, I'm doing that on purpose." As soon as his shirt was completely off, Hwoarang reached back and teasingly ran his finger over the leather-covered crotch behind him. "How else am I supposed to make an addict out of you?" He turned back around, and started working on Jin's belt buckle.

The Japanese flashed an amused smirk, then moved a hand down to grab one of Hwoarang's. "Hey," he breathed, "I didn't buy these expensive fetish pants to take them off before sex..." He chuckled, placing a kiss on Hwoarang's cheek. "Besides, I need somewhere to keep my crop and chain."

Damn, that meant he'd have to be the only one naked? And he had been trying so hard to avoid that. With a less-than-serious pout, the Korean nipped at the man's lip. "My mistake. I thought you bought them just to give me the pleasure of tearing them off of you."

Jin let out an amused sound, then moved his hands to Hwoarang's head. "No, that was my shirt," he mumbled, then seized the lips right in front of him in a rough kiss. They kept at it until they were suffering from lack of air, and then pulled back to strings of deep pants. "So..." The Japanese breathed, "throat first, or ass first?"

With a smirk, Hwoarang lowered to his knees, letting his hands drift down the man's body as he did so, coming to rest on the hips. His eyes gazed up at Jin's face while he leaned forward and trailed his tongue over the leather covering Jin's package and giving it a deviously gentle bite. "What do you think," he responded with a wink.

Reaching down and undoing the big zipper, the raven-haired man pulled his package out. "Oh, I don't know..." He said teasingly, running one hand over his toys, the other intertwining with the red strands. "I haven't even decided which toy to use first... any preferences?"

If it wasn't for the whole BDSM sex fetish, that fascination with toys would have made the Japanese appear to have a child-like innocence. Hwoarang pressed his lips to the hilt and gave it a little suck. "I don't know what you're talking about. I've already found what I want to play with."

The raven-haired man let out a soft moan at that. Grinning vaguely, he reached down into one of the pockets of his leather pants, pulling out the cuffs. "Well, if you don't know what I'm talking about..." He grazed Hwoarang's cheek with the back of his hand before moving down towards the Korean's hands. "Locked in front this time?"

Hwoarang held his wrists together to make it easier while he busied himself with playing his tongue along the shaft. "Yes, please." His tongue drifted over the tip and he stopped to smile up at the Japanese. "Damn, I wish cops gave me this choice too!"

With another light moan, Jin proceeded to cuff the Korean. "If you knelt before them half-naked, maybe they would." He said in an amused voice, but then seemed to think better of it. "But don't you dare doing that..."

Now that was interesting. Not only interesting, but impossible to resist as well. Hwoarang's smile turned to a smirk as he went back to teasing the length before him. "Why not?" He gave the tip a playful suck. "I never thought you were the jealous type. Would it bother you if I got down and dirty with someone else?" As if it would milk and honest answer out of the man, the Korean took part of the erection into his mouth.

Grinning, the Japanese pulled the crop from the belt, starting to stroke Hwoarang's neck with it. "Are you kidding me? You've got so little obedience in that hot body of yours that I want all of it. You knew that, right?"

"Mmh..." The redhead played around with the mass in his mouth a moment before pulling back enough to respond. "If you just want a monopoly on my obedience, does that mean I could top other people? There's plenty of options there! I could fuck Zekkai hourly for a whole year and not spare a single crumb of my obedience."

Jin let out a lustful pant, then fished out his smaller chain from a pocket. "You could top other people... if I can top them too, of course. Threesomes are hot..." He said with a dreamy sigh, then looked down at the Korean's face while licking his lips. "Do you like threesomes?"

Okay, maybe he shouldn't have gone down that road. Hwoarang eyed the chain while he considered how to take that possibility right off the table. He met the Japanese eyes in a firm stare. "Yeah, threesomes are hot, but I've worked too damn hard competing with other guys for your goddamn attention and I'm not about to start competing with them in bed too. As long as I have a say in it, I will not share."

Quirking a brow, the raven-haired man gazed confusedly at him. "You won't share?" He swallowed back a half-quenched sound, then added, "you already commented on my sexual appetite. I thought you said satisfying me would be too frequent fucks for you?"

Unsure of how to take that, Hwoarang got to his feet so he could face the Japanese without having to look up. It was hard enough to act like he was on the same level with his hands bound by cuffs. "So what are you saying? Either I put out every time you want it, or I have to share?"

Apparently, Jin was in enough of a fantasy world to consider that utterly ridiculous. "Well, forgive me for having expectations about what a potential boyfriend should be like! It's not like twice per day would scare everyone away, and I have no intention of becoming abstinent any time soon."

"That's bullshit. You don't want a boyfriend, you want a horny little twink with a tight ass." The Korean swallowed hard, having trouble keeping his eyes from wandering over that gorgeous body while he was trying to be angry. He moved closer, inhaling through his teeth as he ran his cuffed hands over the man's fishnet-clad chest. "You could have got that with the guy at the club, so why didn't you?"

Jin rolled his eyes, then rested a hand on Hwoarang's shoulder. "You're right that I could have gotten a horny little twink with a tight ass back at the club, but I wasn't interested. Why do you think that is?" He sighed, then reached down to start putting his package back in his pants. "Because you're wrong."

Damnit. He screwed it up again? Already? Hwoarang scowled and took a few steps before letting himself fall backwards onto the bed. "Alright, before you go off to seduce BT or Zekkai to spite me for turning you off, humour me for a minute. What exactly am I wrong about, big daddy? What do you want?" He eyed the cuffs. Thank god he had that spare key somewhere.

Scowling back at him, the Japanese crossed his arms. "More word games? I want your ass. Not because of the ass, but because of you. Now if this is all a game to you, don't count on me forgiving you just like that." He stuck the crop back on his belt, shaking his head. "And now you want me to go off and seduce someone else?"

"I wouldn't have bent over in the first place if it was all a game to me! I'm not a goddamn uke." He wasn't entirely sure why, but he was seething with anger. Hwoarang sat up, glaring at the Japanese in front of him. "If I was playing, I wouldn't have worn that fucking trap of a harness, and I sure as hell wouldn't have swallowed my pride and let you bind me! As for wanting you to seduce those bastards, I'd rather march up to the G Corp with a bullseye on my ass than see that again!"

Jin blinked slowly for several seconds. Eventually, he moved to sit down next to Hwoarang's head, resting his head in his gloved hands. He sat like that, motionless, for a while. As the Korean calmed down a bit, he started getting confused. With a sigh, the raven-haired man slid a hand into Hwoarang's hair. "Hwoarang... I believe you. You're not just playing a game. So..."

If that dick was trying to make him feel guilty for freaking out, it was working. Hwoarang furrowed his brow and moved closer, swinging his leg over to straddle Jin's lap and putting his arms over the other man's head. It was a bit of a pain with the cuffs on but he managed to get his arms around the man's neck. "Well? 'So' what?"

The Japanese smirked. "So I still want you." He seized the Korean's head, giving him another hungry kiss. Then the strong arms slipped around the other's body, lifting Hwoarang up. The redhead held on tight, making sure Jin went down with him, and he did. Just as Hwoarang landed on his back on the bed, Jin landed on top of him. The dark red vinyl pants had been undone for a while, and the raven-haired man took advantage of that, running a hand intently up the redhead's shaft.

Hwoarang stifled an excited moan and pulled the man in to reignite the kiss. He muttered lazily against the man's lips, "grope me all you want, but I'm still pissed off at you... I don't remember why, but I am." With a light chuckle he added a new passion to the kiss.

Not being in a hurry to end the kiss, the Japanese kept his hand at work on Hwoarang's manhood, using the other to run over the other's chest. When their lips finally parted, he asked in an amused voice, "think it's because I took my dick back?"

"Yeah, that's probably it." The Korean grinned and hooked a leg around Jin's. He sighed and flicked his tongue over the man's lips. "You're just lucky I'm easy to turn on when I'm pissed."

Straightening himself up, Jin returned the grin. "Well, I could always give it back to you..." He moved himself up to sit down on Hwoarang's chest, then reached down and unzipped his pants again. After pulling out his package, he brought both hands into the red strands, pulling the Korean's head closer. "Here, all yours..."

So much for having screwed it up. "Back to being generous, huh? Maybe tomorrow I can convince you to tattoo my name on your dick." Hwoarang took it into his mouth, curving his tongue around the mass and giving it a good suck.

Jin let out a lustful moan, this time not content just to stay passive. After a few subtle thrusts, he started rocking back and forth inside Hwoarang's mouth. His breath got unsteady, but he swallowed to force out, "what, so everyone'd know who it belongs inside?"

It was hard not to choke, but Hwoarang managed to take it for awhile. When he needed to pull his head back and release it to avoid gagging, he panted a distracted, "No... I don't want anyone to see it. I want it to remind you who it belongs to."

Chuckling lightly, Jin seemed to consider that. "And then you can get 'Property of Jin Kazama' across your ass!" He responded, then slid his manhood back in past the Korean's lips.

As much as he wanted to make a comeback to that, Hwoarang focused his attention on what he was doing. Couldn't let his mind wander too much, assuming that was possible. It was a lousy angle for deep-throating, but he gave it a couple attempts, briefly scraping his teeth lightly over the shaft just to show the man what he thought about that 'property' idea.

The angle quickly improved when the Japanese lifted himself up, soon pushing eagerly down his throat. It was hard to avoid gagging, but Hwoarang was concentrated enough since it didn't last long. As the man pulled back, he smirked. "Guess we ought to stop this bit before I release or you bite my dick off..."

"We wouldn't want that," The Korean panted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. "If I bit it off, we'd have to think of somewhere else to put that tattoo."

Still smirking, the Japanese eyed him hungrily, then started unwinding the large chain from his belt. "This is going to be fun..." he said in a seductive whisper, leaning down to place a firm kiss on Hwoarang's lips and then moving off the other's body.

There was something intimidating about that chain. Maybe it was that Hwoarang didn't know how it was going to be used, and he didn't have a way to get out of it if something went wrong like he did with the cuffs. He shifted his hips, getting himself settled in nice and comfortable, just in case. "That thing's just for show, right?" His eyes drifted from the metal to take in Jin's powerful body.

As the Japanese tied one end of the chain to a bedpost, there was a momentarily devious glimmer in his eye. He turned to the Korean, shaking his head slowly. "No," he said firmly, "it's very much to be used." With that, he moved over towards Hwoarang.

Too bad, after he had been so happy the cuffs would be in front so he could still use his hands. "You know what I'm going to do?" Hwoarang faked an unsportsmanlike frown. "I'm going to go out tomorrow and find myself a fetish just so I can make you do weird things."

Jin grinned, crawling over to the one of Hwoarang's legs that was furthest away. "And what makes you think a fetish of yours would make me do weird things?" Tugging the Korean's pants off, he dropped them next to the bed. As his attention returned to the leg, he wrapped the chain twice around the ankle, then made a solid knot. Gazing up at Hwoarang's face through half-lidded eyes, he ran his tongue slowly up the shin.

"Well, If I got some sort of freaky fetish like superheroes in latex costumes, you'd do that for me. And this is where you lie and say you would to make me happy." Hwoarang licked his lips nervously as he eyed the chain on his leg. The physical contact distracted him momentarily and as much as he wanted to be bothered by it, just the sight of the other man enjoying himself made the Korean a little excited. "How are you going to do me if you chain my legs together?"

Chuckling lightly, the raven-haired man shrugged. "Sure, if you want us to dress up like superheroes in latex costumes, we can do that." He pulled out more of the chain, wrapping it around the other ankle as well, but leaving enough length between them that it allowed a close to max spread. After tying the knot, he headed for the other bedpost.

As long as the Japanese knew what he was doing. Hwoarang figured he'd have to be careful not to piss the guy off and be left like that. "If Heihachi or Toshin came in through the window with a huge demonic army, you'd untie me before you got away, right?"

Jin considered that for a bit, then shrugged. "That would take too long, but I'd just kill them and then come back and continue..." He said with a smirk, then pulled on the chain. Hwoarang's legs got crossed as far as they could, but even though that forced him up on his side, he let the Japanese do it. Soon the chain was well fastened to that bedpost as well, and Jin was crawling back, panting lustfully through every breath.

"I don't know how the fuck you intend to do this, but this is uncomfortable. Maybe I should have stolen a bit of Zekkai's dope so I could wrap my head around this whole new position a little better." Hwoarang frowned and wriggled in the chains, trying to overcome the discomfort of his neglected hormones.

Lifting himself up a bit, the raven-haired man got up next to Hwoarang, placing an insistent kiss on the Korean's neck. "It's not as complicated as you think," he whispered, then pulled out the lube as he nudged the redhead over onto his stomach. "This time I'll prepare you," he said as he started uncapping it, "unless you're sure you don't want that..."

The redhead moved his cuffed arms up so he could rest his head on them. Whatever buzz the alcohol had given him was well over. Any intoxication of any other kind, he blamed solely on Jin. He nodded and closed his eyes, beginning to relax a little. "Yeah, butter me up, babe! I need to be in top condition to kick ass tomorrow."

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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