Like Twins

Jin was a bit disappointed in Hwoarang still being sore about the day before, but he shrugged it off. As soon as he had finished his meal, he headed up the stairs to the room... didn't want to stay longer than necessary and get hornier than he already was. And Hiro was pissy? Well, if that copy thought Jin was going to passively let the redheads fight over him like a toy, he was wrong.

Entering the room, he sat down on the bed. Perhaps a round of meditation could clear the libido out of his body and prepare him better for that team building session. Probably some sissy stuff, he assumed, but doing well would be a great investment in whatever would happen in Nebraska.

The door opened again and in walked Hwoarang. The redhead eyed Jin while walking past the bed to his bag in the corner. "I don't suppose I could ask you what you said to BT last night about the rooms, huh?"

The Japanese shrugged. Hopefully the Korean was hoping to room with him again, and he really wouldn't mind. Wouldn't mind at all... damnit, there was the lust full-force again... "I don't mind. I said I had no intention of sharing a room with Hiro or the Doormat. Why?"

Hwoarang pulled out a pair of his leather biker gloves to slip on. "Just curious..." His focus went to the door he just came in, and there was Zekkai leaning against the doorframe. Hwoarang rolled his eyes and scowled at the newcomer. "Wow, you were awfully fast about following me, whore. Is it my turn to nail you already?

Just great. There was the second one already. If Blood Talon was right behind, there was no containing that lust without transforming, so something needed to be done.

There was a moment's pause before the newest arrival spoke. His voice betrayed his calm exterior as he responded. "I'd bend over for Bryan Fury before I even thought about bending over for you. You said you weren't after him, so why are you following Jin around?"

"I don't remember saying that. But yeah, I don't blame you for wanting Fury. He's a fucking animal," Hwoarang made a whip motion and sound, teasingly winking at his double.

And now they were going to be talking sex too? Jin grimaced, sticking an arm into his plastic bag to pull out the cuffs. As he lifted them, dangling them in the air, he smirked. "Guys... are either of you in the mood? I'd really like some tight rival ass before that teambuilding stuff..."

Not giving the other a chance to respond, Zekkai headed toward the bed and said with a smirk, "I was hoping for a good fuck this morning."

Hwoarang's eyes were glued to Jin, and for a moment he looked like he was about to explode. Crossing his arms, and biting his lip in thought, he finally grumbled, "If you insist on taking the whore, you can go fuck him on Babo's bed."

That was almost cute. But just almost. The Japanese smiled back at him, asking casually, "you're not in the mood then? Or did I misunderstand you?"

"You misunderstood me." There was no hesitation, but Hwoarang looked away as he spoke. "I didn't come up here to talk about the weather, but he's clearly more willing to submit to you completely. That is what you want, isn't it?"

Jin could already feel his manhood throb. His mind started drifting onto threesome fantasies, and even if those were highly unlikely, it was hard to resist trying. "I may require a fair bit of submission, but you've submitted nicely enough in the past... that's not going to be a problem."

Hwoarang's lip lifted in a vague smirk. He made his way over to the bed, ignoring the glare from the other redhead, and climbed onto the bed right next to Jin. He slipped his arm around the Japanese waist and leaned in to gently claim Jin's lips. Hwoarang dragged the kiss on, exploring his rival's mouth with a lazy fervor until he broke it to lock eyes. "You can get away with a hell of a lot, big daddy, but there's no way you're going to get both of us at the same time."

That was a kiss hard to forget with those deep brown eyes staring into his... And the message? No threesome was disappointing, but expected. "There isn't?" Jin forced a playful pout, looking over at both the Koreans. "But threesomes are so fun... you sure you're not up for that?"

"I think you've made your point." Zekkai looked nervous, going on the defensive. "What next? Are you going to make him choose?"

The smirk broadened and Hwoarang shook his head and nuzzled Jin's neck. "I wouldn't want to humiliate you, Zekkai." He ran his tongue along the Japanese jaw and whispered in his ear, "You can chain him to the bed and fuck him with the crop if that's what floats your boat. Call me a hypocrite if you want, but I don't want you using those cuffs on him."

Jin grinned. That was such a wonderful feeling... that warm Korean body so close. "So you're saying... if I use the cuffs on you, and the chain on him, you're up for a threesome?"

"No. I'm saying you can play with him all you want, without me." Hwoarang chuckled and spared one last brief kiss before getting up and heading to the door. His voice remained casual and cheerful as he continued, "I don't enjoy making sacrifices when I'm not being taken seriously. I'm competing for you, not to be your goddamn toy."

With a light sigh, Jin watched him leave. Well, 'no' was the answer he had expected. He turned to Zekkai, who seemed all happy. The Japanese returned the grin, hissing softly. "Take off your shirt..."

Zekkai obeyed almost immediately, pulling the shirt off over his head and tossing it on the floor. "This is, what, the third time he's turning his back on you?" The redhead moved closer and eyed Jin's body. "You deserve better."

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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