Meeting under a rainy sky

Hum, lats chapter of this story, I think that's still a good start for me...

Still pondering that sequel ^^;

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Of course, time did not freeze, it never did. Their moves were slow and personal. That bond was leeking through those languid movements, that thing they shared through distance was imposing in a million sensations. They were both enjoying the gentle touches and the soft sighs they were sharing. Jin leaned in very carefully to kiss the young korean, not feeling oncee the hate that once stirred in his blood. They lips were brushing gently agaisnt that other's and that sole feeling was enough to shut down to the sound of the rain falling on the window.

"...Jin..." Hwoarang whispered, looking dizzily the ceiling through strands of red hair. "... don't be scared of hurting me or whatever..." Even in such intimate moment he could manage his quite drastic humour. Not that he was not enjoying the lips that were crawling down his bare skin. He felt that tingle in his stomach, and down lower he felt his desire grow harder. A tongue started to play by the edge of his pants, making him gasp sharply.

"Don't worry... I supposed you had experience in that... and I am pretty sure I am not wrong." Jin curled his lips on the heated skin before starting to pull the pants down very slowly. He made his movements more than careful, knowing that the slightlest touch on his erection would make the other go crazy very rapidly. Unzipping the pants and pulling them away, he then focused on removing the boxers. He could not help but stare at Hwoarang for a moment. He had already seen him very close to naked, but now was entirely different, the mood and the heat surrounding both of them made things totally different. He hesitated for a second and leaned further up to kiss the now naked man. Something was odd in doing that, knowing that Hwoarang would want to get pleased at this moment, but Jin himself was not ready just yet. The korean felt that kiss almost as an offence for the warm air of the room was tickling his exposed body, and he wanted to feel more than the flames already licking it. He let a hand drift down and rub over Jin's crotch, wanting to make his intention more than easy to read, he wanted everything to be clear between them, at least for the moment. He had the reaction he wanted: The hard member twitched at the touch, even through the layers of fabric and a loud moan escaped Jin.

Soon they were both naked and making love passionately, taking the time to enjoy every second of it. They both knew all too well that when this would be over, they would most likely not see each otehr the same: That the bond would have won, yet it would flitter away very soon. Hwoarang's thoughts were focused on the present moment, how happy he was to finally be able to see his rival like that, to feel another kind of pain than the one inflicted by the deadly punches. He loved to feel the japanese boy both outside of him, on his sweaty skin, but inside of him as well, moving slowly and discovering another type of pleasure. They were moving in a perfect rythm, and noting could break it, since they were both building up at the same time. On his part, Jin was discovering the meaning of 'love' and this actual part of himself that he had so badly wanted to avoid for such a long time. All this did not make him feel unncomfortable of appeared wrong to his eyes, no it was the real feeling of freedom that was possessing him. Over the lust that Hwoarang was feeling, it was freedom that was driving his every thrust.
The Blood Talon could not remember when was the last time anyone penetrated him, he usually was the one to enter the other, and to experience the tight heat of another man's body. He could not remember the last time he was touch with love rather than lust, because what he could feel in Jin's caresses was more than desire to be screwed, it was the true desire to be loved. He somewhat felt like he was doing some good to the poor boy. His thoughts were cut off by Jin's voicee who broke the silence for quite a time now. "Hw... Hwoarang... I'm about to... you know... I... Should I..... retire....?" His voice was trembling, it seemed he was trying very hard to hold back.
Those words sent a shiver down the korean's back, he could not remember when was the last time someone cared for him like that. Even if the question was more than simple, and quite legitimate, it brought a smile on his features. He reached to cup Jin's chin, and with a sincere smile he whispered "I told you not to worry, already..." before kissing him deeply.
While they were ksising, everything went white for a minute, and they both pacecd out as they reached their climax together. That was the ultimate meeting of their relationship. The night closed her arms around them and soon they were asleep in one another's arm, oblivious to everything that the world was putting onto them, forgetting even to the meaning of their encouter, all that mattered was each of them.

In the morning, Jin was the first one to get up,, he stayed awake a moment, looking at the features of the man sleeping beside him. Deep inside of himself, he was wondering if what had happened had really happened, but his body made sure to remind him that it had, for he still felt the excitation just to look at the naked man. He stood up and grabbed his clothes that had been tossed about the previous night. After dressing up at least partly, he walked up to the small kitchen and tried to find something to make a breakfast.
"Hey, Jin..." Hwoarang sounded horribly tired, there was something deep in his voice, something almost kusky, even if it was only the morning.

"Hello Hwoarang." Jin said with a smile over his shoulder.

"...I... I'm impressed to see you're still here... thought you'd be the kind to freak out and leave before I w-"

"Here I made breakfast for you." Jin handed to him a plate of eggs and toasts, pulling a smile from the reluctant man. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching him eat for a moment. "I will never forget what happen, but..." he took in a deepb reath, knowing that this would have terrible consequences on his relations. "...but I will have to go now... The Mishima Zaibatsu is about to call the next tournament, and I have to be there, you understand... if my grandfather understands where I have been and why, I will get more than killed, and it would put you in danger..."

"Right. I guess I expected that. My feelings won't change, but next time we'll meet, it'll be during a match, and this time I will not let you take the lead as I did yesterday." his words were honest, but Hwoarang was a little sad at saying them. He knew this was fatal, but he wished things would have taken longer to happen, and that he still would be able to feel comfortable in his arms... maybe... maybe oncece things would be sorted ou in Jin's family.

"Yes, of course... I will be expecting our match... and everything that goes with it." Jin blushed lightly and stood up once more. He bowed vere respectfully, whispering a gentle 'thank you' before stepping out of the room. Outside, the time was sunny, and everything was back to normal. Truly, strong bonds never die, he knew they would meet once more.

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Well, that's about it... I might continue it later, like the 'after' part, but that's just to be thought over. First story over!!