Like Twins

Enough spite burnt off for one day, it was time to return to the hotel of horrors. What a horrible feeling that was; walking up those stairs to the rooms after a day of de-stressing. Even the tournaments weren't that bad, because at least he got along with some of the competitors.

Hwoarang had spent most of his money on both alcohol and a new outfit. Well, not a whole outfit. The black jeans weren't new. He bought a black denim shirt, a classic, patent leather belt and a matching collar. No studs, no chains, no bells and whistles. Just denim and leather. At least the girls at the bar he went to that afternoon digged it. The selection was good and as soon as he was finished showing one of them a good time, he figured he ought to call it a day and head back.

Not even all the way there and he had already regretted that decision. Maybe Jin would give more of a damn if he disappeared for a whole night! No, that was ridiculous; Jin didn't give a damn about anything that didn't involve getting his rocks off, and Hwoarang had to remind himself that he wasn't doing this to get back at Jin... Okay, bending over for the Blood Talon that morning, and purposely being more obedient for his clone than he had been for the Japanese had been out of spite, but nothing else... Damn, he couldn't even convince himself!

He reached his room and opened the door. Just a bit crowded in there. Another, too familiar, pang of jealousy made him pause mid-stride as he caught sight of Jin and Zekkai sitting on the cot. At least they weren't touching. Trying to hide his shock of that being the first thing he sees upon entering, Hwoarang looked around for somewhere to sit. BT was in the one chair they had, Kazama was on the bed, Hiro was leaning against the wall near the window, and Babo and Doormat were on the floor playing with toys. That left him two choices, floor or bed. Probably best to count on Kazama's stubborn decision to ignore him at all costs. So he made his way over and sat on the opposite side, that being the top corner of the bed.

Blood Talon smiled at him. "Hi. Got your message, so I brought everyone together." With a cough, he attracted most people's attention; the kids playing on the floor weren't that important anyway. "Alright." He said loudly, seeming to consider to get up, but quickly deciding he didn't have to. "I gathered you to let you know that I've bought plane tickets for us today. We'll leave here in four days."

The way Zekkai's eyes lit up could bring a frickin ship in to harbour. The whore practically leapt off the cot, but quickly got control over himself. "Four days? In four days we'll be in Nebraska? Shit... That's so cool."

"We don't have much time to waste," the Blood Talon continued, "because if we don't get there as a team, we won't succeed. Naturally we'll want to pick up most of the necessary equipment there, but we need to get to know each other better as a team, each other's strengths and weaknesses and so on. So I hope you're all ready for some team building sessions, starting tomorrow."

Hwoarang couldn't hold in the laughter at that statement. How could you get more efficient team building sessions than what they were all doing anyway? Sleeping around! Still laughing, he held up a hand in less-than-serious defence. "Sorry, BT. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at my own goddamn stupidity. What do you mean by team building?"

Stroking his chin slowly, Blood Talon flashed a smug smirk. "You'll see tomorrow." He said, letting his gaze wander the room. After waiting a little while, he seemed to assume that subject was closed. "Another thing. I'll be booking us places to stay for our travels over in America. I think we should have consistent room distributions. To avoid offending anyone, I'd like for you to share your preferences with me in private."

"Offend anyone?" Hwoarang glanced around the room trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. Who would really get offended out of them because of room distribution? He shrugged and glanced over toward the cot. "I don't care how the layout is so long as I don't have to share a room with the champion Slutzoid over there."

With a sigh, BT shook his head. "In private, please." He said with a light grimace, then looked over the others. "Well, that's the three things I wanted to bring up. Any comments? If not, we'll reconvene after breakfast tomorrow. No taking off on your own at that time, please. There'll be time for that later during the day."

Yeah, he'd definitely want a say in that whole room thing, but he figured he'd keep that to himself. His gaze gradually made its way to Jin. What was it about that prick that drove him so crazy? He watched the Japanese cast amused glances at the couple on the floor. That guy was so caught up in his own little world of sex toys and brainless ukes that he was oblivious to what really mattered! Hwoarang could only wonder what the guy's opinions were about room distribution. Probably didn't care as long as he got to share a bed with someone fuckable.

Well that was only succeeding in building up more resentment. Hwoarang crossed his arms and looked back at the Blood Talon. "I hope it isn't a long flight, or we're going to have to pump a lot of caffeine into Hiro."

"It is a long flight." The Blood Talon said with a shrug, "but I think we can trust Hiro himself to know what the best way of coping with the flight is. I doubt the fact that we'll use a plane for the trip surprises anyone in the room."

"But I'm afraid of heights!" Doormat Yankee sobbed, gazing blankly up at them. "I don't want to go..."

"Yeah, we'd better not bring him. Y'all know how easily cute little boys like DY get sucked into airplane engines." Hwoarang put on his most serious expression as he nodded at the doormat. "Don't worry, little fella. I won't let that humungous plane make ground beef out of you!"

Babo stood up, glaring angrily at Hwoarang. "You, shut up! Stop being such a... mean... guy!" After shaking his fist, he went back down and wrapped his arms around his lover. "Don't listen to him, Jinny. He's a big fat liar! We'll go and we'll do something important and we'll be heroes! It'll be cool and we'll have fun, I promise."

Grinning, Jin looked at the doormat. "Yeah, you have to come. I don't know how we'd ever have a chance at completing the mission without you." With a shrug, he turned towards the Blood Talon. "We'll have a word about room distributions in bed tonight, ok?"

It took a little while before the response came; BT had been busy watching Kazama for a little bit, but got his mind together eventually. "Uh, sure. Any time is good, really." He looked the room over, then added, "but if there's noone having anything they'd like to bring up, then... meeting adjourned."

Zekkai got up quickly, going over to whisper something to BT and then turned to head out the door. Hiro followed soon after, paying no attention to anyone as he left. Hwoarang sighed and closed his eyes. Now that was not something he could bear to hear - Jin trying to weasel his way into bed with some other man, the prick. Maybe he should reconsider that whole staying out all night. He stood up and motioned to BT. "Hey, can we have a little chat?"

Treating him to a friendly smile, the Blood Talon pushed to his feet. "Certainly, my friend!" He said, then wrapped his arm behind the other redhead. "Let's go somewhere a bit more private, shall we?"

He cast one last look at Jin and then headed out the door. He hadn't a clue what he wanted to say about the rooms, he just knew he had to put his two cents in somehow. "Will the hallway do or do you wanna go hide in a closet somewhere?"

"Hallway will do." The Blood Talon said with a chuckle as he followed, then walked a couple meters away from the room, leaning casually against the wall. "So, what can I do for you, love?"

It was hard not to grin at the empty terms of endearment. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out their strange relationship was purely selfish on both sides, but the Blood Talon wasn't so bad. Hwoarang leaned against the wall next to him. "How many rooms are there going to be? I don't want to be stuck sleeping on the goddamn floor again."

"Nah. Eight beds. That's a given." Blood Talon smirked, then moved a hand over to rest on Hwoarang's hip. "Do you mind if I speak frankly about... you probably know what?"

"Yeah sure. You know how it turns me on when you speak frankly," Hwoarang joked. There was only one thing he could imagine that meant. "Are you talking about the K-man? You probably want to share a room with him, huh? You can put me wherever you want me if it helps that, so long as it isn't with Zekkai."

"Naturally, I want to share a room with him. But I don't feel a need to ask you beforehand if I want to open up about that." BT moved closer, voice lowering to a hushed whisper. "I meant who I saw you staring longingly at. Yeah, he's a dick, and yeah, I'm still not going to push you. But I can see what you want..."

Not what he had been expecting. Nervously licking his lips, Hwoarang looked over at the door. He knew what he wanted, but the spite had other ideas. "I wasn't staring longingly, I was just thinking... about him. Shit, if you noticed, that fucker probably noticed too. Now how's his ego going to fit through the damn door? After that little joke he played on me this morning, he can have whoever the fuck he wants."

Claiming eye contact, Blood Talon pushed away from the wall, moving over to Hwoarang so he could be real close. "So you don't mind if I make out with him tonight, then?" He grimaced, moving a hand up to run through the red strands. "Of course you do. You're too much like me to give up on a guy like that."

Okay, maybe the bastard was a little bit right. Hwoarang nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I don't want to see him with anyone else, but when I refused to agree to bend over for him whenever he wanted, rain or shine, he called me boring and went off to do his favourite slut. Maybe I'm wrong, but it doesn't sound to me like I've got a choice in the matter."

Unable to hold back a little chuckle, Blood Talon held a hand up in front of his mouth. "Sorry," he mumbled, then blinked and swallowed to recover a straight face. "I know it's not funny for you, so I shouldn't be laughing, even if that's one of the crazies requests I've ever heard..." His brows furrowed in thoughts for a minute, then he frowned. "If there isn't something you aren't telling me about this, it sounds like he was just looking for an excuse..."

"You're damn right he was just looking for an excuse. Wanted to dish the blame out on me for him sleeping with other people. I hate him, and I hope to god he knows it." It took a lot to avoid going back into a rage and taking off, but he wasn't entirely clear on what he was so angry about at the moment. He shrugged. "What has this got to do with room distribution anyway?"

"Oh I don't know, like... what rooms to put you two in?" With an amused smile, BT shook his head again. "But that's not the only thing to talk about, and you definitely didn't come to talk to me just to make sure you wouldn't have to sleep on the floor."

"Yeah, I came to talk to you because I wanted to put in a request about the whore. I don't want to sleep in the same room with him again. In fact, if I had a choice, I'd suggest giving him a nice comfortable bed in a shallow grave, but I don't think that's one of the options quite yet, huh?" Hwoarang sighed and slipped an arm around BT's waist. "Why? What else is there to talk about, boss?"

"What else?" Blood Talon asked with raised eyebrows. "You and Jin, of course." He returned the gesture, slipping an arm around to Hwoarang's back, lowering his voice to a soft murmur. "We don't want to run out of time, so we've got to keep working at it." He paused a bit, then added with a smirk, "you forgot my advice back there, but I've said a lot. Guess you've forgotten most of it by now."

Resting his head tiredly on BT's shoulder, Hwoarang yawned. Being pissed off really wore him out, or maybe it was all the wandering around town in between cruising for lays. "I remember something about not getting offended by ridiculous requests. For what it's worth, I tried to play along."

"To get away with not complying, you just have to do something else he wants. That's what I said." Blood Talon brushed his hand gently over Hwoarang's back, resting his head against the side of the other Korean's. "But nevermind that. You need to figure out what you want, and what you're willing to do to get it. Then we'll start planning how to make it so."

Hwoarang closed his eyes and considered that. Rationally, he knew exactly what he wanted. "I want to sleep, that's what I'm willing to do. I sure as hell don't want to be his personal squeeze toy. Maybe I'll figure it out in the morning, but this time, wake me up before you decide to run off."

"I will." Blood Talon said with a smirk, bringing his free hand up to graze Hwoarang's cheek.

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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