Unlikely Angel

Warning:  This chapter is NC17.  This means, if you're under 18, please don't read it.

Summary:  It's their first morning back in Jin's cabin and Hwoarang is ready to train.  It starts off serious, and then somewhere along the line, Jin gets other ideas.  Somehow, Hwoarang doesn't mind a little pleasant distraction.

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Special Thanks:  To my beta Kat for betaing everything I send her, and listening to me talk her ear off about this thing.

Notes:  This is the first smut in this story.  It's not full-blown sex, but I suppose it's obvious I'm taking it slow.  This chapter isn't my favourite out of the lot (I still love how 21 turned out), but... well, it's nice to get a little action in here XD

Thanks to everyone who has come this far with me.  I really am so happy to have met some nice friends through this story.  Really, it's so awesome.


"Angel/Devil's words inside Hwoarang/Jin's head"
'Hwoarang/Jin's thoughts'


Chapter 30

Hwoarang cracked his eyes open the next morning to hear the kettle whistling on the stovetop.  He rolled over to see Jin sitting at the table, eyes focused on a book in front of him, seemingly oblivious to the noise.  “H-hey, Kazama,” he said groggily.  “You gonna get that?”

The greeting seemed to stir the other man from his thoughts and he looked up with bright eyes.  “Huh?” he asked intelligently.

Hwoarang shook his head and climbed to his feet, having trouble keeping his balance after just waking.  “The water’s boiling.  I’m going to have some tea too,” he said, taking the kettle off the stove and pouring two cups.  He set one down in front of Jin and sat opposite in his regular chair, raising his arms above his head to stretch his muscles out.  He watched the other man for a moment before huffing out a breath.  “Don’t tell me you’re being all moody again, Jin!” He reached across to pull the book down and get a good look at the other man.

“I’m not,” Jin said, marking his place and putting the book on the table.  “Just because I’m trying to read doesn’t mean that Devil is bothering me.”

“Good!” Hwoarang said, “If he’s not bugging you then do you want to get some training in? The tournament is coming up and I wanted to practice a bit before going back in.”

“What’s the matter, ‘Rang?” Jin asked with a taunting lilt.  “Are you saying you might lose if we don’t go out this morning?”

“Of course not, Kazama,” the redhead barked, earning a laugh from the other man.  “Shut up, let’s go!”

Hwoarang was the first out the door, dropping his shirt to the floor and tying his borrowed training pants tightly around his waist.  He hopped on the balls of his feet as he reached a spot that he felt was a good place to face off, swinging his legs up and out in a series of test kicks to warm his muscles up.  He watched Jin take his place opposite and he blew him a kiss.

“Don’t be so excited to lose, Hwoarang,” Jin winked back, adjusting his gloves so they sat comfortably on his hands before holding his fists up.

“Yeah, yeah.  Shut up already,” Hwoarang grinned back, taking his stance as well.

The pause between them was brief; the levity of the fight was clear as their first moves were made, each glancing off their targets as the two men moved together and against the other at the same time.  Hwoarang was caught off guard as Jin broke out with a rising lancer that sent him flying and he tried to catch his footing as he skidded along the ground.  He held his ribs, grunting at the pain there before looking back at his opponent.  Jin wasn’t holding anything back and he grinned, launching himself at the other man to move into a chainsaw kick.  He brought his leg high, his body already falling into the familiar movements, gaining momentum as he swung his hip around, keeping his eyes trained on Jin as he moved in to connect.  His foot connected with its mark and he felt his blood run cold as he felt the other man collapse beneath him.

He should have blocked.

Jin should have seen it coming – he’d been showy about it – why hadn’t he blocked?

“Kazama!” Hwoarang shouted, dropping his guard as he rushed over to the other man who was climbing to his feet.  “Are you alright?”  He wanted to move in and just grab him to make sure everything was okay, but he hovered back, watching as Jin held his hand out to ask for a minute while he pressed a hand to his head.

“Jin…” Hwoarang said after a few minutes, about ready to suggest they stop when the other man looked up at him with clear brown eyes and smiled at him. 

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Sorry about that…” Jin said, raising his fists to show he was ready.  He didn’t wait for Hwoarang to respond before he lashed out with another attack.

“Good!” Hwoarang laughed as he blocked the fists that flew towards him, barely able to get a punch of his own in before Jin had backed away.  “I’d hate to think that I’m too much for you!”

“Heh, you’re not too much for me, Hwoarang.  Don’t think that one little kick is going to knock me out!” As if to emphasize his point, Jin raised his leg to come down on Hwoarang with a simple axe kick which quickly morphed into a flurry of side-kicks that knocked the redhead back.

“Ah, you…” Hwoarang coughed.  “You won’t make it through the tournament with moves like that!” he stood up and sprang towards the other man, hauling his fist back, but instead was caught off guard as Jin dropped his shoulder and hooked him in the side.  “Fuck!” Hwoarang muttered as he clutched at his ribs.  He tried to side step, perhaps hook Jin in the ribs as well, but was caught by a fist that jabbed up to knock his head back before striking again in the centre of his chest, sending him back.  He landed, staring up wildly as he tried to bring some air back into his lungs and block any further attacks that came his way.  He heaved as he lay on the ground, idly wondering why the next attack wasn’t coming.  Moments later, Jin landed on him, straddling his waist and pinning him down so he couldn’t move.  “Damnit, Kazama, let go!” he struggled but Jin bore down on him, his bright smile was replaced with a devilish grin.

“Do you give up?” his dark eyes danced as he loomed over the other man.

“Ha!  After that?” Hwoarang struggled again.  “I still got a lot of fight left in me, Kazama!”

Jin smiled widely, his teeth glinting.  “Good, so do I.”

Hwoarang didn’t have anything to say.  He couldn’t respond, since Jin’s mouth was on his and he didn’t have the wherewithal to kiss back.  He’d usually be the first to reverse their positions and really kiss the other man if that’s what he was after but there were so many things rushing through his head for him to act quickly enough.

Jin pulled back after a few moments, a quizzical look on his face.  “What’s wrong?”

“Uh, you okay for… this?” Hwoarang asked, eager but unsure as he reached up to put a hand on the other man’s leg.

Jin quirked a grin, “If you mean him, then yeah, I’m fine.  He was misbehaving earlier so I sent him to his room.”

“Oh, really?” Hwoarang grinned and reached up to pull Jin down to him.  The darker man was already on the move and their lips met again, this kiss containing more passion than any they had shared before.  Jin was gripping Hwoarang’s shoulders with crushing force, while the redhead was holding Jin against him with every bit of strength he possessed.  He wouldn’t let him go, not after starting a kiss like that!

Their tongues worked together in unison, wetly stroking and hungrily pushing deeper, plunging inside, past teeth that scraped together and bit down playfully.  Hwoarang could sense Angel retreat within his head and took that as her bowing out, not wanting any part in what was about to happen.  It was just as well, since he didn’t want anybody else as close to Jin as he was going to get.  He sat up, sliding Jin down his torso until the other man was straddling his lap, their chests pressed together and Hwoarang couldn’t resist thrusting his hips upward to meet his rival.

Jin shuddered, his lips faltering in the kiss and they broke apart, leaving their mouths swollen and panting against one another.  He pressed himself harder into the Korean, gripping his shoulders tightly and spreading his legs so he slid fully and hard against the other man.

Hwoarang chuckled breathily, wrapping his arms around Jin’s back to hold him close.  It felt as if things had been building up to that point, waiting for him to hold Jin against him like that, to finally make a move and take action on the feelings that had been growing inside him.  It wasn’t even about the sex, even though that’s all he could think of at the moment.  Jin’s body pressing so close to his pushed him into action and he renewed their kiss.  He forced his tongue inside, instigating a battle between them; opening his jaw, fully encompassing the other’s mouth before he was pushed back as the same was done to him.  Blind kissing that was forceful and erratic.  He felt down Jin’s back, eager fingers delving in to dig into the meaty flesh of Jin’s bottom.  He just wanted a feel.  Wanted to hear the little sounds that he was swallowing with savage kisses, hear Jin break free and cry out.  He didn’t want to be the only one who was feeling so wantonly lecherous at that moment.

Oh, Hwoarang had truly met his match.  He’d have flipped Jin over in an instant and immediately dominated that pale and perfect body, but Jin was holding him too tightly.  Squeezing him between impossibly strong thighs.  Angling his hips down and truly grinding that hardness against Hwoarang’s navel until the Korean was swooning with want.  He had to move further, push harder but he could only match movement for movement.

Jin stepped up the game, running his fingers through the mane of red and brown hair, feeling out the roots before firmly tugging back to expose the Korean’s throat.  He tore his lips away from the kiss to plant them at Hwoarang’s jaw line and nip his way down, teeth and tongue raking sharply against the salty skin.  He kept his grip firm in that bed of roots, holding the other man’s head firm until the struggles to escape subsided and he relaxed his fingers, petting the long mane with affectionate strokes.

“Ahhh,” Hwoarang sighed, trying to keep the grit of desire from his voice.  His throat was tight with holding back his moans.  The feel of fingers running through his hair, holding him back was comforting and a delicious contrast to the sharp bites that rained along his throat and collarbone.  He mindlessly brought his hands up to grip at Jin’s raven locks, jerking his head back and away from his throat.  It seemed that Jin welcomed the action and the Korean took the opportunity to pay his rival back in kind, snapping his head forward to latch onto Jin’s ear, breathing heavily into the delicate shell as he hungrily sucked on the lobe.  There were hands on his back, dull nails raking along his bare skin, pressing their chests together.  It was what he wanted.

He was having trouble holding his voice back as Jin’s sighs became more desperate.  The mewling cries reached a peak before dipping low into feral growls that sent a shiver up Hwoarang’s spine.  He had to move.  Had to move to what he wanted.  What his body wanted and what he definitely knew Jin wanted, from the way that he was grinding down against him.  Every move of his hips trapped their engorged arousals between them, awkwardly held back by cloth and position.

Hwoarang was the one to break first as his fingers abandoned those ebony locks in favour of divesting Jin of his shirt.  “Oh, god, it’s been too long…” he groaned once the garment flitted to the ground, exposing Jin’s torso to him.  The muscles, every bulge that was proof of his intense training was straining beneath a thin layer of skin.  Nipples that had never interested him before were hard, tight, and oh-so delectable.  He held Jin’s gaze, dark with arousal as his thumb grazed over that nub of hardened flesh.  Jin sucked in a breath, a whimper escaping his lips before quickly swallowing it and the sound transformed into a rumbling growl that spread through his chest.  Hwoarang panted, it was so right.

So right.

He looked into Jin’s eyes that were hard and strong.  He hoped his eyes were just as strong in that moment and he delighted in pinching down hard, taking the nipple between his thumb and index fingers and twisting it about.  Jin’s brows furrowed above his eyes that grew wide with surprise, followed with a gasping cry that finally escaped Jin’s lips.  That delicious sound truly broke all inhibitions within Hwoarang and urged him forward.  The sound shot straight through him, down his spine and straight to his groin, setting his cock to twitch within the confines of his too-tight pants.  It needed out.  He needed to move things along.  “H-ah, Kazama.  I-it sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.” He ground up, abandoning the nipple to rest his palms flatly on Jin’s hips.

“Ch, so are you,” the Japanese fighter replied, his voice was strained and thick with desire.  He reached out to trace his fingers over a dusky nipple, drawing a hiss from the Korean as he used his nails.  Their eyes were locked together as his hand moved further down, feeling along his strong chest and moving down to tease over taught stomach and abdomen.  His fingers stopped short of Hwoarang’s waistband and he quirked an eyebrow up.  “Hwoarang,” he breathed, leaning in suddenly to kiss him.  The contact was electric and left the redhead gasping for breath when he pulled away.  “I like it when you call me Jin,” he whispered.

Hwoarang was barely able to form a coherent thought; his cock was eating up all the blood that should have been in his brain and he let out a whimper.  Had he called him something else? He couldn’t remember.  He reached up to cup the other man’s face, bringing their lips close.  “Jin.” He said the name perfectly, emphasizing each tone of the name before kissing him fiercely.  His fingers tightened on Jin’s hips, digging deeply even as the hand that was not his moved past his waistband, pressing firmly against his cock and he broke the kiss, that name ringing on his lips again.  “Uh, Jin!” his hands flew down to touch his rival, seeking out the straining erection that was bunched uncomfortably against his abdomen.

Everything began to move quickly and both men acted on base instinct to remove enough clothing to get that delicious skin-on-skin contact.  They ripped at each other’s drawstrings, seeking to loosen its hold until greedy and grabby hands plunged in and down to grab at straining erections for the first time and drag feral growls from each other’s kiss-swollen mouths.

“S-s-shit…” Jin shuddered, resting his forehead against his rival’s shoulder.  The hand on him continued stroking and he squeezed the flesh in his hand to grab its owner’s attention.  “Ah… ah… ah, oh yes,” he panted, digging his teeth into Hwoarang’s tanned flesh.

“L-look at us, Jin,” the Korean panted, using his free hand to brace against Jin’s shoulder.  “You’d think we’ve never done this before… how embarrassing…” The feel of Jin’s distinctly male grip around his own shaft caused him to falter in his movements and he panted, steadying his breath to focus on making it last.

Jin’s shudders turned to laughter.  “I’ve just had more important things going on than… ah, oh god, than doing this, Hwoarang.  I’ve been busy… ung, fuck!”

Hwoarang growled, that one word getting him hotter than he ever imagined it could and he repeated it.  “Fuck…” he squeezed his hand around the hot flesh in his palm, jerking upwards to pull that delicious word from Jin’s mouth again.  He could have jerked away all day until Jin finally came.  The hand on his own flesh was swift and precise, fingers teasing just under the crown before pinching along the underside down to his balls.  He’d never played with himself in that way and the thought entered his mind of Jin using the technique on himself.  He could picture it: the raven-haired man lying awake at night with his hands down his pants as he pinched along the shaft, maybe cupping his balls and rolling them about ever so slightly.  Hwoarang grit his teeth and choked back a cry as the image was clear in his mind and sent a thrill up his spine.  Oh, god and Jin was touching him the same way! He flicked his wrist, grinding his thumb down the way he liked it, calling to mind all the techniques he’d used or tried in the past.  He wouldn’t falter under Jin’s obviously-skilled hand, he’d match him stroke-for-stroke and if he was going to break and start moaning with abandon, then damnit, Jin would too! He brought his legs up, parting them so that Jin slid down, sitting heavily between them so they were on an even level, making it easier to move with each other’s arousal in hand.  He watched Jin through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling the heat between them burning him up like a furnace.  He could have jerked off like that all day.

Jin, however, had other plans as he squirmed around, somehow pushing both their gi pants down, exposing their members to the cool air.  He gripped Hwoarang’s cock in his hand, looking at his rival with a smirk before pulling them together.  Their roughly calloused palms sandwiched the burning flesh, the undersides of their dicks throbbing against one another in a connection that caused both Jin and Hwoarang to cry out in unison.  It was soft, baby-soft skin that was so sensitive that a gentle breeze would have felt like heaven.  Their bodies rocked together, mouths seeking each other out to gasp and groan into and against each other.  Wet tongues wrapped around expletives and exclamations.  Sloppy lips swallowed up any confessions that the heated encounter inspired in their lust-addled minds and the two lost themselves in the driving grind.

Hwoarang stroked with fervent purpose, his hips jerking forward, his hand familiar with the action at least and his fingers worked their shafts the way he’d have while alone.  Having another man’s dick pressed against his was a delightful change, and it being Jin’s dick, his body heaving against his was even more delicious.  It made him hotter and he drank in the sight before him; Jin sitting between his thighs, dick pulled over his waistband and thrust into their fists.  Hair tossed back, heavy blush along his cheeks.  He shivered when he felt Jin pull their bodies hard against each other and thrust against his rival’s cock, grinding against that silky soft flesh.  Their cocks moved independently in that tight tunnel formed by their hands, stroking each other on the up and down stroke.  “Oh, yeah…” he moaned into Jin’s mouth, earning him a growl in return.  He was losing his mind.  He felt Jin rest his brow against his shoulder, biting down hard.  “Oh, god, Jin…”

“I’m so close… Hwoarang…” he choked, the name turning to a growl.

“I don’t think… I’m not…” Hwoarang tried to keep moving, though he was a few strokes behind Jin.  Deep in the back of his mind he knew that that fact should piss him off, but Jin’s thumb was moving over the head of his cock.  Grazing across and parting the opening at the end, roughly dragging his calloused digit across and everything came crashing down around him.  The solid, hard sensation was enough to push him over the edge and he bit town on Jin’s shoulder, muffling the other man’s name as his release overtook him.  He convulsed against the other man, his rival, his lover, whatever as long as Jin didn’t let go of him.  Kept squeezing him in that awesome way that kept the waves of release rolling through his body and over his hand.

Jin wasn’t quite so reserved and Hwoarang’s name was a mantra panted under his breath as his seed mingled and coated their fingers.  Once he’d finished he flopped forward, resting his sweat-soaked brow against Hwoarang’s shoulder that was also slicked with perspiration.  They rested together for a long moment before pulling away.

Hwoarang reached up to pull their mouths together for a sweetly sated kiss.  The eager passion was gone leaving them with the deeper meaning and affection of the act as their breaths mingled.  Their hands braced against muscled shoulders and chests before they parted, fully sober and staring at each other.  “That was…” Hwoarang started, feeling his heart racing.

“Thanks,” Jin smiled, cleaning himself up before tucking his softening member away.

“Yeah, thanks back at ya,” Hwoarang said, doing the same.  “Y’know, maybe you should send Devil to his room more often?” he grinned.

Jin smiled, tilting his head to look warmly at him before standing.  “It’s strange…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I feel really strong all of the sudden… it’s like Devil isn’t even there…”

“Thanks, Kazama,” Hwoarang said, slinging an arm around him and pulling him close.  “I knew I was good, but…”

“Don’t take all the credit, ‘Rang,” Jin rolled his eyes.  “Why is everything about you?”

“It’s not,” the redhead laughed.  “Only a few things are, and this is one of them!”

“Well, if you’re going to take credit for that, then we didn’t really get much of a workout training-wise.  We’re not going to be in shape for the tournament.”

Hwoarang quirked a brow, “Who was it who jumped me?” he asked.  “Besides, we’re both in great shape.  They say fucking is a great workout.”

“That wasn’t fucking,” Jin blushed through a scowl.

“We can fix that, Kazama,” Hwoarang said, leering at his companion.  “Just give me a few minutes to recharge.”

“Ugh, will you get your head out of your pants and back on the tournament?” Jin threw his hands up, turning to walk to the cabin before looking over his shoulder.  “Let’s get ready to leave in a couple days, alright?”

“Sure thing,” Hwoarang sprang over to walk with him.  “Can we hit the hot springs now, and maybe get something to eat afterwards? I’m hungry!” he really wanted a nice bath, and sharing a private pool with Jin again was holding more possibilities, given their recent activities.  Not that he would try anything, but the idea of being able to annoy Jin more than usual was suddenly very appealing, given that he could touch him to do it.  He secretly hoped they got a private room as they returned to the cabin before heading into town.

~End Chapter Thirty~