Like Twins

Blood Talon had started the day early. Had to get tickets to Nebraska, and there was no way they could wait for months; that'd be too late. The read had been interesting, but he was getting too paranoid to just leave the papers at the hotel room or in the hotel safe, so he had rented a bank box. Perhaps not that safe either, but he did it under an assumed name. Of all unsafe options, it was decently safe.

Then he had successfully pulled off the first step of the plan; what he needed the organization for. Now he was just passing time, until it was time for the second step. He considered going back to the others, but he figured he'd save their attention until he came back there with tickets. Hopefully that'd help his position, and in his daydreams, it would even make Kazama notice him. Sweet dreams they were.

He was already thinking ahead to Nebraska room splits. He was going to get a double room for Babo and DY, and another double for two of the others - hopefully Jin and Hwoarang - and then a bigger one for four people. There was no way he'd risk ending up in a different room than Kazama again, and trying to pull off a double room with him was difficult, and it'd be way too scary too.

Lunch? Yeah, he needed some. Couldn't help feeling a bit on the lusty side, but it wasn't that urgent, thanks to Zekkai that earlier night. Nevertheless, his legs took him to a gay bar; apparently one having plenty of chances for getting laid if only he showed up six or eight hours earlier, judging by the back room doors. Sitting down on a stool, he ordered himself one of the more expensive plates; money wasn't exactly the problem right now.

The front doors swung open and in strutted none other than Hwoarang. His face was twisted into what looked like a perpetual glower and he was wearing what looked like it was once a normal wrinkled shirt only with the sleeves torn off. He stopped right inside and scanned the room, an element of surprise briefly tainted his face as his eyes landed on the Blood Talon. Hwoarang hesitantly walked over and hopped onto the stool next to him.

No initial greeting was spared, and it was clear something was bothering the other Korean. Blood Talon waited a little while to give the other a chance to talk, but when nothing came, he claimed eye contact. "Something happened?"

"Yeah," the other redhead gave a subtle nod and asked the bartender for a beer. When the mug was handed to him, he turned his attention back to BT. "He was playing with me. I don't like being played with, so he's off fucking his favourite whore now. Good riddance."

"I see." A rocky relationship indeed, but that was entirely unsurprising. These particular copies of Jin and Hwoarang did seem to attract each other, but they clashed on so many fronts... "And now, what's the plan?" He said with a friendly smile.

With a wink, he waved at the rest of the room and replied. "I'm here, aren't I? Why should I sit around and dwell on someone like that when there's so many opportunities to get some real action out here in the real world?" Sitting backwards on his stool and leaning against the counter, Hwoarang looked over the clientele. "You gonna tell me what the hell you're doing in a place like this?"

Blood Talon smirked. The answer more or less gave itself, didn't it? "I was kind of hoping to find someone to take my mind off Kazama. This seemed as good a place as any." Smirk becoming a grin, he patted Hwoarang on the shoulder. "I guess we're hunting together, eh?" Then his food arrived, and he shifted his attention to it, having left too early for breakfast.

The responding smile was made of amusement and a touch of devious wonder as Hwoarang gave BT a long once-over. "Are you kidding? You're the fucking Blood Talon; you could have snagged any of those morons back at the hotel. Hiro, Zekkai and Jin would jump your bones in a second."

"I guess you're right." BT responded with a sigh. Boy did that remind him of that last unmentioned Jin - discounting the tiny wimp - and how that Jin didn't show any interest in him. It didn't really matter to him that Kazama could be a copy... he was the one that seemed right for him, and that was what mattered. "I was planning on leaving Jin for you, though."

"Yeah, well..." The smile quickly vanished and Hwoarang stayed quiet while staring into his beer for a moment. He cleared his throat and took a slow sip before starting again, "He doesn't give a damn, so why should I? I don't want to think about that dick now! Not when there's so many hot guys around..." After another quick glance around the room, he corrected himself. "By 'so many' I mean... two."

The other Korean let his gaze wander from one end of the room to the other. With a quirked brow, he started on a second round, but eventually gave up and shrugged. "Who do you mean? As far as I'm concerned, you can have whoever you want..."

"Can't really be picky around this time of day, huh? I'd find a better selection among the old bastards at a bathhouse. You look like me, so you're about as hot as it gets, and there's a leather daddy in the back that isn't too bad..." Hwoarang yawned and slowly turned in his seat again to face the bar.

Blood Talon grimaced at the mention of a leather daddy. "There's only one person on the face of this planet I'd bend over for... and that guy in the back is out of luck." He muttered, then took a bite of his breakfast. Eventually, he added with a smirk, "but if you want him, go ahead. I'll keep waiting for someone hot who'd be willing to be on the bottom."

Hwoarang laughed and shook his head. "I may be desperate, but I'm not down enough to settle for mediocre hotness." After pausing shortly to drink some more beer, he grinned at BT. "After what happened last night and this morning, I'd bend over for almost any fucker with a dick I could tolerate. I've got a lot of obedience to give away."

With a smirk, Blood Talon took another bite. That sounded like an offer... he hadn't thought Hwoarang was of a mind to bottom for him, but maybe he was wrong? "How's your tolerance for me these days?" He asked casually, adding a wink for good measure.

The other Korean quirked a brow in thought. It wasn't long before he leaned over to murmur into BT's ear, "I still don't completely hate you. That's a lot more than I can say for every single one of those bastards back at the hotel."

That guy was such a tease. Well, two could play that game! Blood Talon kept eating, not showing much of a reaction for a while, then when the other Korean could be starting to doubt he'd even get a response, he rested a hand on Hwoarang's shoulder, hissing seductively into his ear. "Is that good enough to get that lot of obedience you're giving away?"

"Well, I did agree to call you Boss, didn't I?" Throwing some change on the counter for his beer, Hwoarang got up and took a moment to consider the Blood Talon. "If you want it, it's yours."

Slowly, a broad grin spread across BT's face. "You're on." He said as he pushed to his feet. Resting a palm against Hwoarang's back, he let his eyes wander over the other's body. "Let's try out one of those back rooms, shall we?"

With a nod, the other Korean headed in that direction. His strides started covering more ground, and he was going through a door in no time, pulling BT in with him. "If this is all a joke, boss, you so owe me a beer."

Closing the door with a smirk, the Blood Talon was quick to slide his arms under the other's shirt. "It's not a joke on my part," he answered, "and it'd better not be on your part either." He started pulling the garment up, wondering what the other guy had meant about the 'obedience' bit. Oh well, as long as he was on top, he was more than willing to go with a few kinks. Couldn't possibly be stranger than Zekkai anyway.

As soon as his shirt was off, Hwoarang ran his hands down the leather-clad body in front of him, seemingly fascinated. When his hands landed on the studded belt, he started unbuckling it. "I'm dead serious. I even brought lube."

Blood Talon wasn't quite sure why, but there was something rather amusing about this. Perhaps it was just him going to fuck another copy of himself; that never stopped being weird to him. But nevertheless, he figured he'd try to have fun with it. With a strong gaze, he held out his hand. "Give it here."

That earned him an amused grin. "I would have figured we should wait for that until at least one of us is undressed, but whatever you say." Hwoarang reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small tube to drop in the Blood Talon's hand. "May I get back to working on your pants, boss?"

"Yes," he responded with a smirk. It was not quite the reaction he had expected, but he liked it. He had always liked people referring to him as their leader as long as there was at least some substance in it. He put the tube away in the pocket of his jacket, then moved his hands down to unbutton the other redhead's pants.

Hwoarang got rid of the belt and then started undoing the pants with one hand. "Boy, am I glad I ran into you." As he did that, he leaned in, using his free hand to rest on the back of the Blood Talon's neck, and flickered his tongue over the jaw.

The wet touches sent shivers down the Blood Talon's spine. "Believe me, that feeling is mutual." He more moaned than spoke. It felt wonderful, but at the same time, he didn't like the fact that he was giving up part of the control. So, he decided to figure out what 'a lot of obedience' would let him get away with. Starting to pull down the black jeans, he smirked again. "I'm going to take you from behind."

The statement didn't look like it would be well received at first. Initially, the other Korean scowled, but it quickly turned to a reluctant grin as he shrugged. "Alright, I can deal with that." His hand drifted up to entwine in BT's hair.

Sounded like he was already pushing the limits. Fine, he'd have to be careful about further steps. Maybe in a minute, he could push further. He grinned back, placing a soft kiss on Hwoarang's cheek and bringing a hand up to the other Korean's neck, his other hand still tugging the jeans down.

The other Korean stepped out of the jeans. "Oh come on, you can give me something better than that." Hwoarang moved so there was barely an inch between their lips, and teasingly ran his tongue along the ones in front of him. "You're too much of a man to be afraid of the intimacy of a real kiss, right?"

"Afraid, me?" Blood Talon hissed, pulling back an inch or two as he thought about that. It might be a bit soon to push further, but he figured he could still save things if it was taken the wrong way. "I'm not," he panted with a grin, "but I want you to ask your boss for it."

With a light chuckle, Hwoarang tugged at BT's pants. "Please, Boss, I want you to kiss me."

Alright, so he was still within the bounds. The Blood Talon brought both hands around to the back of Hwoarang's head, then parted the lips and pushed his tongue into the other redhead's mouth. Lapping harshly against the resident tongue and cheek, he moaned softly, then pulled back with a content sigh. "And I, Hwoarang," he panted, "want you on all fours on the couch."

Hwoarang, still somewhat taken aback by the kiss, blinked stupidly at his current companion. When it finally seemed to register, he frowned thoughtfully and turned to move to the couch and climb on. Stretching out, and making a show of getting comfortable, he grinned at the other. "What? Right now? Wouldn't you rather stare at my sexy bruises some more?"

"Now I'm jealous," the Blood Talon laughed jokingly, "all I got was these little scratches..." With a chuckle, he took off his pants, then moved onto Hwoarang's legs. Taking the tube out of his jacket pocket, he added in a conspiratory whisper, "let me tell you a secret... I can see quite a few of those sexy bruises from back here too..."

"Really? Wow, I feel so complete and balanced out now." Hwoarang laughed and shook his head. "Oh, and just so we're clear, I'm not Zekkai. I'd appreciate some preparation."

Blood Talon smiled to himself as he uncapped the tube. "Preparations? Fine, I'll tell you all about the painful... rough... humiliating... brutal things I'm going to do to you, before I do them." He laughed as he coated up a finger, not wasting any time before pressing it against Hwoarang's entrance.

There was already a barely audible noise of anticipation as the body beneath shifted. The other Korean cleared his throat and glanced back with uncertainty. "That's so damn considerate of you... I've always been a huge fan of rough."

"Then we'll have great fun!" BT said, greatly turned on by that uncertainty. He pushed his finger through the entrance, enjoying the squirm going through the body underneath him. Whatever power he had given up was forgotten by now, and he could barely contain his own excitement. With both the other group members seeming to have any street experience whatsoever bending over for him, he felt more or less good to go.

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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