Yours Till Dawn

They ate in silence for a while. Jin didn't manage to keep his eyes to himself, glancing insecurely at

the redhead across the table. As time passed, he became visibly more impatient, until he let out a

frustrated sigh. Drawing a deep breath, his voice soon filled the air. "So... how can I prove it,

Hwoarang?"

Hwoarang had trouble believing this was actually happening. A part of him was screaming

that he was being set up, that he shouldn't move an inch towards that slippery slope. But the other part

of him, which wanted to jump into bed with Jin this very moment, was a little stronger, and the compromise

he arrived at was an impressive victory for this latter side. "A good oral treatment would be a good

start, you know..."

Jin sported a confused smile, and his awkward movements gave Hwoarang the

impression he was trying really hard to resist touching him. 'Why is he so afraid, so shy?' The

Korean was starting to fear they were hitting a roadblock again, but after a few seconds, the Japanese

continued. "You want to... kiss?"

Hwoarang laughed in a fashion that in itself answered 'no',

although he knew full well that it was the incorrect answer. He tried to push back his own impatience, but

it wasn't easy, looking over at those elegantly curved lips he had just requested the services of. His

heartbeat was picking up, and he knew that this was it. Maybe he'd blow his chances, or maybe he'd do a

giant leap on that road he was so strongly longing to start walking. "Perhaps, but I was referring to..."

Hwoarang winked, then leant back with a hand gesture that was hard to misinterpret.

Carefully

scanning Jin's face for disinclination - or heaven forbid, dismissal - he watched a determined expression

replace the confusion. "Oh... sure. If that's what you want, no worries."

The Japanese appeared

more relaxed now, and it was hard to prevent high hopes at this point. Hwoarang knew full well he was

making it a potentially high fall by expecting the best, but he couldn't help it. He wanted it, and he

wanted it now. "Come on then. Ready when you are."

While lifting the table carefully, Jin focused

on the redhead, apparently enjoying the sight. Becoming aware of himself, he moved it to the side and

walked up to stand in the cleared space. His smile made Hwoarang's heart sink an inch, and he knew that

with the way his breathing picked up, the raven-haired man would easily deduce how much he wanted this to

happen. The Korean didn't care anymore. Only his pride kept him from jumping forward to seize those soft,

red lips. Relaxed lips that formed words with a casual sound. "How do you want it?"

'How

about... immediately?' Urging Jin forward with his eyes, Hwoarang tried to enjoy the thrill of

expectation. "I'm rather comfortable here..."

Jin smirked and blinked slowly. Opening his eyes, he

looked intently into the redhead's eyes. 'Man is that hot...' The Korean felt himself reach full

length before the other man had touched him at all. The Japanese gave no sign as to having noticed that,

though, but instead continued calmly. "I guess that settles where, at least."

The wait was almost

painful. 'Can't the talking stop, and your lips around me begin?'. Impatiently, he spoke: "No need

to complicate things." He was tempted to pull his pants down to free his erection from those cruel

constraints his pants provided, but settled for unbuckling his belt. Then he leaned back with his hands

behind his head. "All yours."

Looking down at the Korean, Jin frowned slightly. That wasn't a

playful frown - for the first time of the night, the man appeared genuinely disappointed. "I'll do it like

that if you insist, but this will be a lot better without the clothes."

A chuckle left Hwoarang's

mouth. Seeing Jin's full features? Yes, that was something well worth postponing things a bit for. He

thought back to his first tournament, to how he had cursed the other fighter's shirts, and recalled the

corresponding joy he had felt whenever Jin fought topless. "That eager, are you? Ok, you first."

Jin nodded. His fingers spread across his chin, then ran gently over the curves of his throat until they

reached the zipper of his jacket. Pinching it between his thumb and his index finger, he pulled it down

fairly swiftly, exposing the thin shirt underneath. In the process, he gave a quick smirk as he slid the

top off onto the chair, making the redhead wonder if he had caught on to his impatience - or perhaps the

disappointment that Jin was wearing a shirt.

In either case, the young Japanese shortly after made

the issue moot. Grabbing his shirt, he pulled it swiftly over his head. Hwoarang had to blink, breath

turning into shivers. His eyes widened as Jin moved a hand to the drawstring, and as the pants revealed

that there was no clothing underneath, he couldn't help staring. Trying to avoid being too impolite, he

focused mostly on Jin's thighs. He caught himself trying to pull Jin's body closer with his eyes, but

somehow that didn't quite work.

Snapping out of it, Hwoarang realised it was his move now. He sat

himself up, smirking as calmly as he could, letting his eyes wander up Jin's body all the way to the eyes.

Then he moved his hands closer, and tilted his head to the side. "Do you mind?"

Jin smiled warmly.

"No, it's okay." A tone of voice so inviting, he could just as well had said 'please, go ahead!', and the

same message would have come across.

Hwoarang paused half a second to feign a fragment of patience.

Then, with a thoughtful expression on his face, he put his hands on Jin's hips, pulling him closer.

Wrapping his arms around the muscular back, the redhead slid them slowly back downwards. When they reached

Jin's ass, he gave it a gentle squeeze. A smirk spread into his right cheek. "Yeah, good enough for me."

A touch of discomfort was briefly visible in Jin's eyes. 'I see we need to work on your sense of

humour...' Not wanting to leave the other man hanging for longer than necessary, Hwoarang undid the

zipper of his top and slipped it off onto the floor in one quick motion. Finally freeing his member of his

pants, he lifted himself just enough to get them off, taking the boxers with them in the process. He

pulled the garments off, and tossed them over to his top. "Ready now, then?"

Jin smiled at him.

"Certainly. Make yourself comfortable."

Again Hwoarang leaned backwards, this time resting his arms

on the top of the sofa. Jin put his hands on the redhead's knees, spread them gently, and kneeled between

them. Seconds later, his head moved down to Hwoarang's erection, brushing the head with his lips.

Flickering his tongue over it with vigorous energy, he soon took the entire length into his mouth, sucking

like there was no tomorrow.

The paranoia hit Hwoarang over the head like a sledgehammer. Having

been suppressed for the last minutes, it consumed his mind with hunger. 'Whoa, Jin, what's the rush? I

didn't know you had a bus to catch. And you expect me to believe you care? I've been a gambler for years,

and I know a bet when I see it. You're being way too obvious, Kazama.' Over time, Hwoarang had

developed quite a sense for the presence of ulterior motives. He had even learnt to gauge them, to know if

his own manipulation had put him sufficiently ahead to take an offered bet anyway. One thing was for

certain; Jin wasn't being honest with him. Something big was at stake.

Suddenly the Korean gasped

in pleasure, as Jin worked his throat muscles around his manhood. Meanwhile the lip-covered teeth nudged

his hilt with determination, and everything about the Japanese spoke of concentration. For a split second,

Hwoarang wondered if he could call it off, then that thought was lost in the delight he felt when the

finishing pressure started rising up. 'I can't help enjoying this... Jin's lips around me, sucking this

energetically. Sadly, this won't last long...' A wonderful thrill sparkling through his body

overshadowed the chagrin caused by being set up for a few moments; however, Hwoarang had barely finished

the thought before he came within Jin's mouth.

A touch of sadness soon slipped into Hwoarang's

mind. Now that his thoughts were coming back together, the happiness stemming from what just happened was

fighting a losing battle against the feeling of being used. Mostly out of spite, he brought his hand under

Jin's chin, lifting it slightly. The way he looked into the other's eyes made his words a demand. "Swallow

it, Jin."

Jin lowered his eyebrows, but complied only a second later. Then, he looked up at

Hwoarang with questioning eyes. "So, did you like it?"

With an indifferent voice, Hwoarang spoke

through a sigh. He found it too difficult to muster anger, but even rampant lust couldn't make him trust

his companion. "I suppose I did... thanks, Jin."

"Anything else you want to do tonight?"

The

question was spoken with a forced casualness to it that didn't go unnoticed. Hwoarang knew full well what

the other man wanted, and he too desired it - at this point more strongly than anything else. It pained

him greatly that the situation didn't allow for it at all. Someone walking in on them, congratulating Jin

on his conquest? No way in hell. A touch of bitterness slipped into his voice when he responded. "No

thanks, I'd better go back downstairs and sleep. Have to be rested to kick that fucker's ass as hard as he

deserves."

Jin paused for a moment. His eyes drifted mindlessly towards the floor, but soon found

their way to the Korean's chest while a hint of red settled in his cheeks. "You want to stay here for the

night, Hwoarang? The bed is more than large enough for two..."

The redhead wondered whether the

other youngster thought he hadn't understood the previous invitation, but although re-offered, it was

still too risky. The redhead could still feel the stakes in the air, but the lust gave the paranoia a run

for the money. His body screamed for ditching pride and just bending over anyway, but he had the self-control to resist. Whether the bet was just to get them to share a bed or an actual fuck didn't change anything. Being used like that was not a humiliation he was willing to suffer. "Nah, wouldn't want to wake you up that early."

"Hwoarang... I'd rather get up at a quarter to four

and wake up next to you, than sleep till the morning..."

Hwoarang sighed with a resentful touch to

it. How did the other youngster dare brushing his excuse aside? Running Jin's tone of voice through his

head one more time, he established the other fighter's goal. 'Is that the bet you've got going, Jin?

Waking up next to me? If so, I better make sure you lose it. Both to avoid the humiliation, and because...

if it doesn't work out for you tonight, maybe you'll give me the same treatment tomorrow?' Through the

trail of thought, he had lost all opposition to the idea of getting into that bed. He didn't understand

why, but the choice was suddenly easy and unavoidable. A compromise between the two halves of his mind,

for entirely different reasons than they had leant to only moments ago. "Right. I'll crash here then - no

touching, ok?"

"Sure, if you don't want to..."

Jin appeared calm about it, but Hwoarang

decided there was a lot brewing under that surface. Although not quite sure why, this certainly felt like

the wrong time to advance further. Still, at least what Jin said had made him confident he'd gotten the

target of the bet down correctly. Calming down a little, he smirked weakly to himself at the prospect of

sharing a bed with the man of his dreams. "I don't, Jin, not now..." As an afterthought, he added to

himself, 'not while you're playing silly games. When you're done with them, I'll be the one

asking.'

"Okay. Thanks for staying, anyway." Jin got up, indifferently collecting the plates

and the rest they had used for the dinner, and worked to rinse it off roughly in the sink. He emptied

Hwoarang's untouched cup of tea with a slight frown. Packing it all away again, together with his stove, he

walked over to the bed and shrugged. "Ready if you are."

"Yea, I suppose I am too. Night, Jin."

"Good night... Can I wake you up in the morning?"

"Uh..."

"No really, I want to. Do you

mind?"

'I'd better get out of here fast. The scene of him winning the bet could be rather

embarrassing. But I want him to go to sleep thinking he has won...' To his surprise, the Korean caught

himself feeling increasingly nervous and out of place. He was torn between three desires; to kiss his

companion, to punch him in the face for making some kind of bet about this, and to run away. Finding

himself unable to make up his mind, he settled for the easy route: Do nothing. "No, it's okay, Jin. You

can."

"Ok. When do you need to be up?"

'He's probably a fucking morning bird too...

better knock off three hours, I'm not going to be here anyway.' He really didn't want to discuss his

sleeping patterns at this point. "A quarter past six."

Jin smiled at him. "Yes, I guess that's

early. I'll be up to wake you... want breakfast when I do?"

'Now this is starting to sound like

too much of a hassle isn't it...' Hwoarang started trying to think of who the bet could be with, but

he drew a blank. Xiaoyu wasn't close enough, and the guy hated his family. 'Probably someone unknown to

me,' he concluded, which served to relax him a bit. "Nah, I've got my breakfast ready downstairs,

actually."

"Okay. Maybe you'll let me make you breakfast some other day, then?"

That

eagerness... Hwoarang felt himself all mushy inside. It sounded like a dream, but that in itself was the

problem. His life had taught him that things that sounded too good to be true were filthy, deceiving lies.

He was almost hurt Jin thought he'd fall for it. Still... 'I'd love for you to do that, Jin... let's

talk about that another time, when it's a genuine offer.' He did feel quite weak for it, but found

himself unable to refuse that. It wasn't much of a commitment, anyway. "Quite possibly."

Hwoarang

smirked at Jin while climbing into the bed, as far away from Jin as was physically possible. Fitting two

persons in between wouldn't be overly complicated. Jin rolled over towards Hwoarang to face him, but

there was still plenty of room for a person in between - even Ganryu would fit in that space.

A few

minutes later, Jin's breath had gotten rather steady, and Hwoarang looked at him closely. 'Yes, sound

asleep. Good. Sleep tight, Jin, and thanks for tonight. If only there'd be more nights like this

one...' Hwoarang slowly and silently slid out of the bed, working his way over to his clothes, putting

them on before slipping out the door. He cast worried glances up and down the hallway, but saw noone, and

proceeded to go back to his room. Setting his alarm clock for 9:18, he undressed by the bedside, and

slipped under the covers for his habitual nine hours of sleep.