Like Twins

"Wake up! He's coming!"

Noises came from behind the door as someone approached the room. Confused, and disoriented, Hwoarang suddenly tried to sit up only to realise he was still restrained. Oh yeah, they had just done that, and he must have fallen asleep afterwards.

The third lay of the day had been the best. Maybe that was just because it was so much like his experiences with Jin, but he couldn't deny BT was a total saint between the bedsheets in his own right. They had put the chains and stuff to good use, and as much as he hated being bound, it still didn't take away from how much he enjoyed it. The whole situation, even the whole day - had him exhausted. How did sex addicts do it? Two times a day was plenty for him, but three times was just plain brutal.

Hwoarang groaned and blinked repeatedly, trying to convince his heavy eyelids to stay open. Before his brain had a chance to catch up to his words, he mumbled to no one in particular. "What's the big fucking deal... my eyes are blurry."

The next moment, he felt the other Korean's limp member push inside his widened opening. He could barely feel the intrusion, but when his head was seized and his lips hungrily parted, it helped waking him up. The door opened, and steps were heard.

"It's storming!" Someone sobbed from the other end of the room. "Babo went to the store. Someone hold me!"

He nearly exploded at that annoying child for making him get such a painful awakening. But as soon as he was able to think it through, he ended up laughing in tired amusement and glancing over to the little girly boy. "Alright sweetheart. Go to the washroom and pour yourself a bath. If Babo isn't back by the time you're finished, you can come into bed with us. Just let us grown-ups play a little longer."

Sniffing and pouting for a bit, the Doormat stayed there for a little while longer, but when it became obvious noone was going to hold him at this point, he went into the bath as he had been told.

Only seconds later, Jin entered. As he gazed at them, he frowned for a bit, then scowled at Blood Talon. "You didn't ask to use my clothes." He stated angrily.

"Oh, shouldn't I have?" The Blood Talon said with a slight frown. "They were in the bag..." He looked back at Hwoarang for a moment, then smirked lightly. "I'll forgive you for walking in on us if you forgive me for borrowing your clothes."

It was hard to decide whether to laugh or panic, so he decided on doing neither. Instead, Hwoarang swallowed a sneaky yawn, tried to keep his face void of any emotion, and glanced at Jin. Was that guy only upset about someone else using his toys? Well it wasn't like he'd ever live to hear the guy admit it if he really was jealous. "Hey, boss. You have the key, right?"

Before the Blood Talon could respond, Jin was already glaring at him. "Well, take them off!" He said insistently.

"Yeah, I've got it." The redhead smiled down at Hwoarang, then turned his head towards the angry Japanese. "Sure, sure, if you'd just step outside for two more minutes, I'll change. No problem."

With another grumble and a scowl, Jin turned around, leaving them to it.

"See? He's such a good boy!" The Blood Talon laughed silently into Hwoarang's ear, then quickly unlocked the other Korean's wrists. Pushing himself up off the other man, he started taking off Jin's clothes, still smiling.

Once his hands were free, he sat up to get himself completely unbound. Hwoarang leaned over to BT and gave him a lazy kiss on the neck. "I owe you bigtime. Thanks." Now that he could get up without too much trouble, he climbed to his feet and staggered over to the bathroom. Locked. Damnit. "Hey, sweetheart! Let me in for a second. I need to clean up."

It took a while until he finally heard the thump on the other side of the door, then reluctant footsteps across the floor. As the door opened, he saw Doormat Yankee with a towel wrapped around his waist, soaking wet with a trail of water on the floor. "Is it still storming?" He asked with big eyes.

"Yeah, it's still storming." He walked past the girly boy and went straight to the sink. Before he even began to wash off, he splashed his own face with cold water, just to wake up a bit more for fear of saying or doing something stupid when the man came back. It didn't take long to rinse off the rest of his body. He'd take a shower later when they didn't have children to deal with. As soon as he was done, he left the bathroom, ruffling Doormat's hair on the way out, and grabbed his jeans off the floor to slip them on. "Oh kickass! I could snag the cot now!"

Blood Talon chuckled, in the process of doing up his own jeans. He was already fully clothed when Jin reappeared. "Thanks for letting me borrow your stuff, Jin," he said with a grin.

"It won't happen again." The Japanese responded in an emotionless tone, gathering up everything to put it back in the bag.

Hwoarang watched Jin for a moment, only looking away when he managed to catch himself. He buttoned up his jeans and then climbed on the cot and sprawled out on his back. That bastard really did only care about his toys, didn't he? Maybe it'd be easier to tell if he could meet the guy's eyes. In an attempt to get the man's attention, he propped himself up with one arm and said, "Could you pass me the remote, Jin?"

Having put the bag away, the Japanese shrugged. "Sure." He said, picking it up from the nightstand and throwing it over onto the cot. Jin climbed onto the bed, laying down on his back and looked over at Blood Talon. "Come here... let's have that chat."

The fucker barely looked at him! Normally that would mean something, but still he hadn't a clue how to read Jin's actions. With a grumbled "thanks" he turned on the tv and started flipping through channels.

"Okay." The Blood Talon responded, getting on the bed together with Jin. "I guess you have a few preferences when it comes to the room distribution then?"

A couple seconds of silence followed before the Japanese's response. "Yes. Also, I wanted to talk to you about the team building tomorrow."

It was impossible not to eavesdrop when he was right there, but there was no way he was giving up the cot. The problem was, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know what Jin had to say on either subject. Both were bound to piss him off in some way. Hwoarang found a channel playing a Japanese horror movie, and kept it there, not daring to tear his eyes away from the screen.

The conversation in the bed had turned to a hushed whisper. Damnit, keeping secrets for him! Then again, Blood Talon had said all along that those chats would be private. There wasn't anything he could do though, besides make assumptions that only roused his anger more.

Hwoarang closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up over his chest. For once he wanted to go to sleep before them so he wouldn't have to deal with seeing Jin watch BT sleep. There was only so much he could bear in one night without completely snapping.

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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