Like Twins

"That's such a cute couple!" A thin voice was heard behind him, obviously belonging to Babo. "Aren't they cute, Jinny?"

"Awwwwww..." Doormat Yankee said with a sheepish grin, apparently rather happy for them.

"Fucking brats." Pulling away from the other Korean, Hwoarang stalked toward the intruders and shoved Babo roughly against the door. "We're not a goddamn couple, so take your stupid little doll and go to bed."

"Hwoarang," The Blood Talon said sternly, apparently not very happy with him, "leave them alone."

Damn him and that pain in the ass leader deal. How was he supposed to pick fights if he kept having to stop when Mr. Common Sense told him to? Scowling, Hwoarang stepped away from those two and watched as Babo took a hold of Doormat and scurried away to their own room. He glanced at the Blood Talon expectantly. "I wasn't going to do anything to them..."

"You know, that just gave me an idea..." Blood Talon said with a sly grin, "but that's assuming you want Jin to be a little jealous." He shrugged and flashed a playful pout. "Oh no, you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Now that got his attention. Quirking an intrigued brow, Hwoarang looked the other man over. Making Jin jealous was definitely something he'd like to see. "And how do you suppose I could do that?"

Smiling lightly, the Blood Talon moved closer. "You saw those two just assume we were a couple. We could go to bed together, if you know what I mean... you'd know better than me what he likes by now, so I'd have to leave the details to you."

"He likes restraints, chains, leather, and things he can whip in the air to make loud noises. Not much more to it than that." He laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around the Blood Talon's shoulders, giving the neck a playful lick. "Wait a minute," he joked, "are you just trying to trick me into bending over for you again?"

His companion laughed along. "Well, I hadn't thought that far, but... I like your thinking!" With one arm behind Hwoarang's back, he slid the other up under the denim shirt. "If there's something I should know before we go in there," he whispered, "let me know. Otherwise I'm all ready... and Jin's the only one left there by now."

Yeah right, like he could think about things other people should know now that the idea of getting Jin back was in his head. With all the punishing he had done behind the guy's back, it would be nice to do something the bastard would actually know about. "Well, it might not work. He had no problem with the idea of me sleeping around this morning. But maybe I'll get lucky and that'll have been a joke too. What else would you need to know?"

"Believe me," Blood Talon said with an amused smirk, "this he will have a problem with." He placed a firm kiss on Hwoarang's mouth, then started towards the door.

Couldn't argue with those crafty tactics. In fact, he couldn't really think for a moment afterwards either. Stumbling the first few steps, Hwoarang pressed his own back against the door and returned the smirk. BT knew a little too much about manipulating situations and people, that made him nervous, but as long as it worked to his benefit, he wasn't about to complain. "I sure as hell hope you're right." He winked and started opening the door.

With a smile, the Blood Talon moved over real close, and Hwoarang wrapped an arm around him. Just as they caught sight of Jin in a meditation pose on the bed, BT leant in, capturing Hwoarang's mouth in a deep, intense tongue kiss. He moaned softly through the other Korean's lips, sliding a hand in under the black denim shirt, then winked discreetly when Jin couldn't see.

Hwoarang slipped a hand into the other Korean's hair and gave the bottom lip a playful suck. Didn't want to be too obvious about putting on an act for Jin's benefit, so he figured he'd better just go with the flow. With a light chuckle between pants he moved to mutter into the Blood Talon's ear. "You're a fucking godly kisser."

Panting loudly, BT moved them over to the bed, pushing Hwoarang down onto it right next to Jin. "You drive me crazy, hot stuff!" He said with a lusty smile, then got down on top of him, licking and sucking frantically at Hwoarang's jawline and neck.

Luckily that was plenty distracting enough and he didn't feel the urge to look at Jin like he wanted to before. Hwoarang lifted his hips to grind against the Blood Talon, and stifled a soft moan. "If that's what crazy is... Shit, I've been missing out." He grinned and reached between them to start undoing his own shirt.

"Man, I'm looking forward to this..." The other redhead hissed loudly, then grabbed Hwoarang's head again, starting another insistent tongue kiss. When their lips parted, his hand moved to the zipper of his leather top, starting to pull it down as he turned to Jin. The Japanese was watching with widened eyes. "Hey, Jin," BT started with shallow breath, "you had all sorts of awesome stuff when I left you two alone. Think I could borrow it?" As the raven-haired man's brow furrowed in offense, the Korean added innocently, "you owe me one, remember?"

Swallowing uncomfortably, Jin pushed reluctantly off the bed. He moved over to his things, then retrieved a plastic bag, dropping it next to the bed. "Alright, see you guys later..." He said with a sigh, then headed towards the door.

Once the door closed behind the Japanese, Blood Talon grinned proudly. "Did you see that look?" He chuckled, straightening himself up and looking at Hwoarang. "Rather jealous, don't you think?"

"Yeah... Serves the bastard right." Hwoarang glared at the door, not entirely sure what to think about that look on Jin's face. Maybe it was just his paranoia, but what if Jin was more jealous of him for being with BT than the other way around? Shaking his head, he gazed up at the other Korean and flashed a smile. "Now what? Shall we steal the fish movie?"

Flashing a playful pout, Blood Talon leant down again so their lips almost met. "What, and here I was hoping you'd bend over for me again, and that when Jin came back, he'd find all his toys at good use and white streaks all over your stomach..." He flashed an amused grin, casting a curious glance back at Jin's plastic bag.

Laughing at that suggestion, Hwoarang exaggerated a moan and wrapped his arms around BT's neck. "Does that mean you're not going to let me wash off afterwards? Jeez, you're so abusive." He playfully flickered his tongue over the other man's lips before stealing another kiss.

Once their lips parted, the other Korean started laughing as well. "Well, you could wash off after he gets back..." He said with an innocent wink, then took a few seconds to calm down and getting a more serious expression. "Well, I'd very much like to fuck you again, but it's all up to you." He said in a straight voice. "Him coming back to find you bound with me on top is the important part, the stains will just increase the effect. But if you're done making him jealous for the evening, we could... just watch a movie or something."

Once again, there was the voice of common sense. Such a clever voice it was; he could only wish one day his own common sense was that smart about sex. Hwoarang started undoing the patent leather collar around his neck as he looked his double over. "After how jealous he made me? No way... Come on, boss, fuck me."

Grinning, BT reached back and grabbed the bag. He emptied the contents out on the bed beside them, and grinned broader when he held up the pants. "He put pants in the bag? Oh, he'll so hate me." He chuckled, then flashed an innocent pout and an exaggeratedly soft voice. "But Jin... if you didn't want me to use them, all you had to do was take them out of the bag!"

He couldn't wait to see how Jin reacted. Would he be angry? Would he never speak to either of them again? Well, it wasn't like the Japanese was about to start crying or confessing his undying affection. The only reactions Hwoarang could possibly imagine were anger or indifference. The latter frightened him far more than the first. He looked over the contents of the spilled bag and then smirked at the other man. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"I'll do that!" BT said with a friendly smile, then started undoing his own belt. When it was open, he got off Hwoarang to pull his pants off, smirking over at the cuffs, the two chains and the crop. "Well, I know what the cuffs are for... you'll have to tell me the rest. Never been into tools." He said with a light chuckle.

"One of the chains are for tying limbs to the bed and the other is for strangulation, as far as I can tell... The crop... I don't know what it's really for. All he's done is make loud noises with it." Hwoarang folded his arms behind his head and watched the other Korean. He knew he really owed that man for doing all this. No doubt it would be a hard debt to pay off, but he'd deal with that when it came to pass.

Picking up Jin's leather pants, the Blood Talon shook his head. "You know, these really are him, aren't they?" He chuckled lightly, running his fingers over the white flame pattern and the unzippable front. Then he shrugged, sliding them on. As he started putting the metal belt through the hoops, he smirked. "I assume the crop would be for whipping your backside, but unless you're really into that, I'd like to not have to try that out."

With a light chuckle, Hwoarang shook his head. Didn't sound like a fun time at all. It was weird to see someone that wasn't Jin wearing that flame pattern, and if it hadn't been for a good cause it might have pissed him off a little. But this was all for Jin. "I wouldn't even let him use that thing on me in that way." He reached down and started unbuttoning his jeans.

After sticking the toys on the belt, Blood Talon slid Jin's gloves onto his hands. Then he started looking over the bed where he had emptied the bag, then patted the comforter. With a furrowed brow, he looked over at Hwoarang. "Did you see lube anywhere?"

No lube? Hwoarang scowled and looked around. The stuff in his pocket was almost gone - those small tubes didn't contain all that much. He sighed and sat up, trying to think of where there would be any hiding. "Well, we could loot Zekkai's bag. I'm sure he's got a lifetime supply in there."

Blood Talon shrugged. "Well, if I'm going to have to get off the bed anyway, I've got some in mine." He hopped off and walked over to his bag, soon enough returning with a small tube of his own. "He does use lube, doesn't he?" He asked with a vague smirk.

"Uh huh. I don't like it that rough!" Something about the situation was becoming greatly amusing. Maybe he was just over tired but he couldn't help but laugh at that idea. Hell, maybe Jin wouldn't have used lube if he could get away with it. Hwoarang picked up the longest chain, enjoying the cool feel of the metal as he gazed curiously at the other Korean. "If we pull this off without completely fucking up my chances with him, I'm going to be your biggest fan, babe!"

"Then just don't rub it in his face directly," the Blood Talon said with a smirk, "'cause I want you as my biggest fan." He took the chain the other Korean was holding an end of, off the belt, then gazed curiously at his companion. "So where do you want this one?"

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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