Like Twins

Never before would he have thought a meesly little cot could be such a godsend! Hwoarang loved that cot! Hell, he'd have made love to it if he had been alone! Okay, maybe not, but still, it was so much better than that lousy floor. He could have sworn his bruises healed even faster than usual! The nasty one on his chest was looking better and some of the little ones had all but vanished. Hard to believe after that wild day he had.

The Korean, after dressing in his normal chaps and vest, headed down to breakfast. It was earlier than usual when he arrived, so he figured he'd get his pick of seats. Unfortunately he didn't seem to be early enough. There were only two seats left. Everyone was already there except Zekkai. As annoying as that was, he shrugged it off and made his order with the waitress. When she went off, he turned and smiled at the group. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen!" He winked at the Doormat and then casually sat down next to Jin. "Anything fun happening today?"

With a little grin, the Japanese snuck a hand down to give Hwoarang's backside one of his habitual squeezes. "Yeah," he panted seductively, "I'm going to show you a new position before team building, so we'd better eat quickly."

Hwoarang blinked and looked at Jin in shock before he could mask it with nonchalance. What, was that bastard bipolar or something? Faking a confident smirk, he shrugged and idly played with a packet of sugar. "I don't know, big daddy. I don't think a boring, obnoxious dog can possibly eat that fast."

Quirking a thoughtful brow, Jin looked curiously at his face. "Hmmmm... maybe you have a point," he said slowly, "and I had almost forgotten you think I belong with Zekkai..." With that, he shrugged and retracted his hand, shifting his attention to the food.

It was always nice to renew previous resentments right when they could have easily been forgotten. Hwoarang scowled, having to remind himself that it wasn't his fault. Jin had started it! He glanced at BT and then looked around the area for that waitress. Where was his damn breakfast? "You going to tell us what the team building is, Boss, or is it a surprise?"

"Yeah," Jin said with a smirk, "are we going to do what I suggested?" He chuckled lightly, then took a sip of his drink.

"Not exactly, Jin, but there's an... element of it that will be involved." Blood Talon shrugged, then adressed Hwoarang. "To be honest, I don't know all the details myself. I've hired someone to organize it. We need to be there in..." He took a look at his watch, "one hour and forty-six minutes."

As much as he wanted to respond to that, he was quickly distracted by the feeling of eyes on him. Hwoarang scanned the other faces and sure enough he caught sight of Zekkai approaching, glaring at him with unmasked hostility. That's what a night on the floor could do to a person! The double, however, only seemed to be interested in glaring at him alone. It was making him uncomfortable, but he didn't bother responding to it, and just continued playing with the sugar.

Zekkai stopped right beside his chair and growled. "You can call me a whore and a slut, but the simple fact is, Hwoarang, that you've bent over almost twice as much as I have in the past two days, and now that you threw Jin away, you already regret it. You just can't wait to sink your claws into every last person here and hoard them for yourself, can you? Get away from him, you fucking siren!"

"... What?" Hwoarang blinked, not entirely sure whether to be amused or pissed off. "Okay, I don't know what you just called me, but I ain't trying to hoard anything."

"What would you call it, then? You grab them and get mad at them when they go for a little variety. You can't have him, you gave that up, so get away from him!" Zekkai was practically smoking at the ears. His hands balled into fists as he took a step closer.

It was becoming clearer that the right emotion to respond with was anger. How dare that bitch tell him what to do? Hwoarang got to his feet, meeting the other man's eyes with a firm glare. "I am just here to eat, and I will sit wherever I want. You can hiss, spit, and throw tantrums all you want, but I'm not moving until I'm finished..." Without looking away from his current enemy, he directed his words to Jin, "If your twink doesn't shut up, big daddy, I'm going to kill him."

"Why?" Jin responded in a curious voice. "Why does it get to you, Hwoarang? Since it so clearly upsets him, and you're just here to eat, there's plenty of other tables free. Moving would be a head start to the team building, don't you think?"

Apparently that dick was enjoying himself. Hwoarang sat back down, more concerned with defying Jin than bothering with Zekkai. "I'm not moving. I'm a creature of habit, and if I don't sit next to the same person every morning for breakfast, I get cranky."

"Bullshit!" Zekkai leaned over his chair and hissed into the other Korean's ear, "He's mine now. You lose, so be a good little dog and go bark up another tree."

Blood Talon gazed concernedly at them, but didn't seem inclined to butt in just yet. Meanwhile, Jin was eating, not sparing them as much as another glance. Hiro was watching them with a frown, while Babo and Doormat Yankee were holding each other tightly. Kazama, obviously, was ignoring them as always.

Hwoarang gazed at BT, as if looking at Mr. Common Sense would make it easier to control himself. There was no way he was going to throw the first punch again. Everyone was already convinced he was the bad guy. While the waitress nervously delivered his breakfast to him and scurried away, he had taken a moment to watch Jin. "Nah, I'm not finished barking up this one yet. Better luck next time."

While most of Jin's attention remained on the food, he seemed to cast Hiro a glance now and then. Were those two scheming? It was hard to say. Blood Talon was still keeping a weary eye on them, but had resumed eating slowly.

Fully aware that he was taking the risk of getting his hand bitten off, Hwoarang slipped his fingers onto Jin's thigh and leaned in to whisper seductively into the Japanese ear. "Is he telling the truth? Has he won this exciting and awesome competition of yours?"

Jin shrugged, turning to meet his gaze. "Oh, I don't know... perhaps you should prove you're not an obnoxious dog by eating faster than one before you get your hopes up?" He said with a humourless smirk.

Apparently expecting an answer that wasn't suggestive or just plain cruel out of that man was expecting the impossible. He turned back to his meal and started eating, completely ignoring the look he was getting from his current enemy. Even Hiro, looking as aggravated as ever, had returned to his meal - not without casting Jin a disapproving glance first.

"Fine, whore," Zekkai grumbled as he turned to find a seat. "You can bend over all you want, but you're still not going to win."

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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