Like Twins

What a weird day. Not only did Hwoarang - or Blood Talon, which now was his full-time name - meet up with three others of himself, but only one of the others seemed remotely Korean; one of them didn't even understand a word of it. Fitting, then, that he was assigned the name 'Babo', which meant 'stupid' in his mother tongue.

The rude idiot - who at least knew how to speak Korean, even if he didn't seem to have been there - managed to worm his way into being called 'Hwoarang' by involving the Jins and taking advantage of him not wanting to argue with them. Thought he was strategic, huh? He'd learn not to mess with the Blood Talon soon enough.

And then the last redhead had suddenly decided to name himself 'Zekkai'. The Blood Talon didn't know what that meant, but nobody minded. He wasn't particularly inclined to argue too much with Zekkai; most likely, he'd have his hands full with 'Hwoarang' and Babo anyway.

And then, the Jins. The one he was pretty sure was the real one - they had arrived together as the last ones - had claimed Kazama, and nobody fought him over that. The guy was so incredibly close to the real thing that if he wasn't, the Blood Talon would make do. So incredibly strong, so dominant, so exciting... unfortunately, the guy's attention had been mostly on Zekkai the last hour. Bastard! He would have to figure out a way to beat that competition.

The one most of them had thought was a girl, was actually a boy. A tiny, brown-haired boy with a meek voice and no visible talents. Whatsoever. The only traces of muscles on that body was the big chest, which most of them had mistaken for boobs under the gi the boy wore. Still, somehow Babo seemed to be completely in love with the guy. Yuck. Well, two less potential competitors for the one who was worth fighting for - 'Kazama' - and that was all good.

Against Babo's fruitless protests, the others had decided to name the little boy 'Doormat Yankee'. Doormat because he was afraid of everything and had no opinions or talents, and yankee because he could only speak very basic Japanese and no Korean, but was fluent in American English. Besides, he acted like an American suicide-prone preteen girl without self-esteem. It might be a rude name, but it did fit.

A Jin had offered immediately to pick a different name: 'Hiro'. Thoughtful indeed; in fact, that seemed to hold all the time for him. Which made him easy to like, especially with that killer Kazama look, but nothing more. An ideal friend, but nowhere near exciting enough for a fuck. Hopefully, Zekkai or 'Hwoarang' could be tempted.

The last Jin was the most exciting, but rather scary. He was the one who was quick to intimidate Dr. Jamison, he appeared to get close to Kazama real quick, and was close enough that if Kazama wasn't the real thing, perhaps that Jin was. However, the narcissism which usually was hidden behind a calm, dark exterior seemed to float to the surface on this guy. Maybe something happened to make it so; otherwise, the guy was a copy.

Deciding on a name for that Jin had become a long argument, though. 'Hwoarang' seemed greatly obsessed with him, and suggested every possible word for 'penis' for him, while giving him those hungry, lustful looks. The redhead didn't seem to understand how obvious he was being himself, though. If it was subconscious, that was almost an hour of one freudian slip after another.

The guy himself, though, didn't seem to think it was weird to suggest that they called him 'Master Jin', 'God', 'Boss' or similar things. At first, the Blood Talon wondered if he was joking around, but it seemed serious enough. After almost an hour of 'dick' and 'God' ideas from 'Hwoarang' and this scary Jin, the rest of them were finally fed up, and decided to simply call him 'Jin'.

It felt weird that there was not only a person that wasn't him which was called Hwoarang, but in a way it was even weirder that someone similar to Jin was to be called 'Jin', whereas the one that made his daydreams enjoyable was to be called 'Kazama'. Probably would slip now and then, but that wasn't necessarily a big deal.

They arrived in one of their two hotel rooms intending on having a strategy meeting. A room with one double bed became easily uncomfortable with eight people crowding in there, but they had very little choice. It wasn't nearly as bad as the cab ride there. The key cards had been distributed out. They had been given only four, and those were grabbed up rather quickly by the Blood Talon, Jin, Hiro, and 'Hwoarang'.

"This is crazy! Four of us are supposed to sleep in this tomb?" The one that called himself Hwoarang was rambling again. "There's no way I'm sharing a bed with any of you horny virgins. I'll be taking a cot, thank you very much."

That was too funny to pass up. "You can sleep on the floor," the Blood Talon responded, then went back to trying to catch a glimpse of one of the cards. Wanted to know which out of Jin, Hiro and 'Hwoarang' he'd be sure to share a room with. Ideally, it'd be Hiro, Kazama and Doormat, but that'd be too much to hope for, perhaps. One could always dream.

Hiro wandered around the room and stopped by a small window to gaze out at the street below. "I won't be doing much sleeping, so I'll take the floor." His lip quirked into a faint smirk and he turned to look back at the group. "Since you paid the most, Blood Talon, I think you should have the first choice of where you want to sleep."

Really couldn't help liking that Japanese. With a broad grin, the Blood Talon nodded at the obvious choice. "Bed." He said, gazing over the group to see if anyone dared contest that, scratching himself behind an ear with one of the studs on his glove as he did so. Meanwhile, his mind drifted on to the possibilities of sharing it with Kazama. Was there a subtle way he could try to make that happen? Too short on information to do it by setting it all up, unfortunately...

After a pause to wait for anyone else to talk, Hiro started again. "Babo and DY are obviously a couple, so it's only fair they be permitted to be together." His tone implied he didn't think anyone else should be forced to put up with them.

The Blood Talon nodded in agreement. Two less people to take up that precious spot with him in the bed was great. He quickly made a decision not to start arguing anything until someone suggested Kazama somewhere else or someone other than Kazama in his bed. That way, he'd probably have more luck when he went at it.

It seemed Jin and Kazama also found that a good idea. Obviously, the couple in question were all smiles, even hugging each other over it. So far, so good. "I agree. Go on." The Blood Talon said in a friendly voice, hoping to urge Hiro onwards.

Attention returning somewhere outside, the Japanese seemed almost reluctant, but he ended up continuing anyway. "For obvious reasons, I do not think two Hwoarangs should have to share a bed, that would give you two possibilities for a bedmate. I'll stay in the room with the couple. I tend to be gone at odd hours and wouldn't want to make trouble for the more capable ones among us... No offense, Babo."

A chill of suspense passed down the Blood Talon's spine. 50-50 already, unless someone argued? Perhaps it was time to make a move, but how could he motivate 'Jin' to go into that other room? Just as he was thinking as hard as he could, Kazama shrugged. "I'll go with you, Hiro. A cot is good enough for me."

No! The Blood Talon felt his mouth twitch, and he quickly looked away, hoping no one noticed. He'd have to spend all night in bed with someone having that gorgeous Kazama body, who was dark and thrilling, but not Jin? How could he ever resist that? He didn't think Kazama would ever consider him after sleeping with someone else, but what to do now...

It was almost a miracle 'Hwoarang' stayed quiet that long. He had been watching with an amused quirk of the brow, but now he seemed to think it was the time to speak up. "Let me get this straight. I have to share a room with Zekkai and Blood Talon? ... And Jin? You are sooo getting the floor, Zekkai. Okay so what now, are we just going to break into the G Corp and beat up Kazuya and take that thing? Or is the all-knowing guru Hiro going to pull a blueprint and a step-by-step plan out of his ass too?"

The papers were underneath the Blood Talon's studded leather jacket, but it didn't seem all that important anymore. Maybe nobody noticed that he took them, so he didn't have to talk for the first half minute. Couldn't let anyone figure out how badly he was into Kazama... it'd be embarrassing, and also, being that needy, he probably wouldn't be considered worthy either.

"Do they expect us to buy our own plane tickets?" Jin's voice was somewhat annoyed. "As far as I noticed on the projection he showed us, we're supposed to go to Nebraska. Not all of us are capable of flying there..."

"We could have a car wash fundraiser." Zekkai piped up with a grin. "Put the Doormat in a bikini and we'll get the cash in no time."

Hwoarang laughed and walked over to sit on the bed. After giving Kazama a curious sidelong glance, his attention landed almost mockingly at Blood Talon. "What do you think, ass-kisser? How should we get the money to get to Nebraska?"

So childish. Still, the Blood Talon couldn't help taking him up on it. Arguing was much too fun to pass up. "It's obvious. We sell your body to whoever wants your ass until we've pimped enough money for the trip." He rested a finger on his forehead in thought with a casual glance over at Doormat Yankee, who was looking rather terrified. "Do you think we'll make enough money selling his sexual favours here at the hotel? Maybe we have to hit the pubs..."

Babo frowned, putting his arms protectively around the Doormat as he glared at everyone in turn. "Would you guys grow up and leave him alone? Does it make you feel better about yourselves to pick on someone smaller than you? You should be ashamed!"

"Should be," Hwoarang agreed, mimicking the frown. "And yet, I don't think any of us are. Sure I'll whore myself out for the sake of the world. I'm going to be out for some action anyway, so might as well get paid while I'm at it."

Zekkai shrugged and sat on the other side of the bed near the phone as he pulled the phonebook out of the end table. He slouched a bit and yawned into his fist as he lazily flipped through the yellow pages. "I'll find some fights tonight and get us a bit of cash. Maybe I'll hit a goldmine somewhere. I've got someone who keeps track of them for me. Man, I'm starved! Anyone know a good place to order from?"

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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