Unlikely Angel

Summary:  The tournament is progressing, with the matches occurring at a rapid-fire pace that leaves both Hwoarang and Jin exhausted (and closer to their match against each other.) Hwoarang can't sleep and neither can Jin and they do the only thing they can.

Special Thanks:  Kat, you know I'm thankful for all your lovely help, but I'll keep saying it; THANK YOU. It's because of you that I try to mention thighs in these things as much as possible.

Notes:  I got into my head that Jin and Hwoarang, when properly motivated, wouldn't need words to communicate. I hope this chapter is enjoyable, once I was able to get back on track with my life, it was fun to write (Just a little draining, as all smex scenes are ^_~).

"Angel/Devil's words inside Hwoarang/Jin's head"
'Hwoarang/Jin's thoughts'

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Chapter 40

Hwoarang’s leg flew through the air, dragging the blankets along with it. Instead of connecting with the opponent in his dream, the momentum of the kick carried him out of bed to fall gracelessly onto the floor with a loud bang. He lied there, staring off into the darkness under the bed for a long moment, trying to decide what the hell happened. “Ungh,” he moaned, realizing that it had been a dream. A really vivid dream.

He could have sworn he’d been in a match, fighting in a bout against… someone; he couldn’t remember who. The number of participants in the tournament had decreased as they were bumped out of the rankings. This left those remaining with an increase in their number of matches. Hwoarang enjoyed testing his skills, but the timing and bizarre locations of his matches had been too unnatural for him to enjoy. The only thing he was enjoying was the fact that he’d be able to go against Jin, and then the tournament would be over. Of course, even that fight wouldn’t happen quietly for them. The media surrounding them was working itself into a frenzy as it speculated over who would win or if something new and exciting happened between Hwoarang and Jin during their match. It was getting ridiculous; after Hwoarang had finished a match with a pretty young blonde girl, he hadn’t even been able to leave the ring before a microphone had been stuffed in his face and he’d been asked what he thought about his upcoming match against Jin Kazama.

The interviewer rattled off some strange things that Jin had supposedly done, something that Hwoarang had supposedly said, and a whole lot of fabricated nonsense that the Zaibatsu had fed them to make things more exciting. They also wanted to know exactly how he planned to deal with Jin, his hated rival, during their rematch. What had he done to train and did he consider his most recent opponent, Emily Rochefort, a warm-up for his match with Jin. After dealing with that circus, he’d been happy to return to Jin’s hotel room and crawl into bed beside his boyfriend. The other man was already asleep – despite the early evening – and Hwoarang had shrugged off the thought of meeting Doyon for a drink in favour of pressing his back to Jin’s and getting some sleep.

Things were getting a bit stressful, above the usual hassle of being at a tournament. He’d noticed Jin becoming more withdrawn and quiet – not too much more than usual, but Hwoarang had noticed nonetheless. He’d also noticed Angel’s silence, though he figured she was just resting or something. Her absence in his head was welcome, though that fact did nothing to help him sleep properly.

Hwoarang grunted as he rolled over and tried to disentangle himself from the sheets before climbing back into bed. “Shit,” he muttered, fighting with the coverings before victoriously kicking them away and crawling to his knees. He leaned on the edge of the mattress and looked over to the other man lying in bed.

Without the thin coverings – now on the floor - Jin’s body was exposed and open for Hwoarang to take in. He raked his gaze over the form that he’d have been all to happy to beat into submission… before. The other man was stretched out on his back, one arm lazily draped over his stomach and the other stretched out to where Hwoarang had been lying previously. He didn’t find the male form particularly arousing, but there was something about Jin that got his blood pumping for something that wasn’t a fight. His gaze worked upwards, over the chiseled muscle and stopped when they locked with the wide, dark eyes that stared back at him.

There was a little light peeking around the curtains and a quick glance at the clock confirmed that they still had a few hours before their first match that day. Hwoarang’s heart sped up; he was ready to go. His body was ready to fight ever since his dream, but now his blood was pumping for other reasons.

Jin arched his eyebrow in silent inquiry, shifting slightly in the cool air that prickled his flesh that had been, until then, warm under the sheets.

Hwoarang couldn’t keep his mouth from breaking out into a wolfish grin and he placed his palms flat against the mattress, making a show of pulling himself off the floor and crawling over top of where Jin lay. He pressed a knee between Jin’s thighs, which parted easily enough, letting Hwoarang lean in close. The redhead pressed a palm into the mattress by Jin’s head, lowering his lips to hover a breath away from his lover’s mouth. He could taste the air between them, hot breath caught in a vortex between their mouths which was swallowed up as he leaned in, covering Jin’s lips with his mouth.

The kiss was firm and comfortable and Hwoarang closed his eyes as he sucked Jin’s lip between his teeth. The flesh was soft and pliant beneath the wet muscle of his tongue and he sucked harder. Jin’s hands traced along his sides, dancing over a cluster of nerves, sending the redhead to squirm to the side, half-moaning as he was tickled and he grazed his teeth along Jin’s mouth, biting down hard. The other man grunted low and soft in the back of his throat and Hwoarang grinned around the captive lip before releasing it and pushing forward to meet Jin’s tongue. The soft muscles met and dueled half-heartedly in the darkened room as Hwoarang lowered his body against Jin’s. His mind was still hazy around the edges with sleep and exhaustion, though his body was wide awake and eager to free itself of his boxers.

He moved to lick along Jin’s throat as he arched his body away, keeping his mouth anchored to his lover’s neck as he tried to remove the shorts. After a few moments of struggling, he felt Jin’s hands on him, moving lower to hook around the waistband of his boxers and firmly yanking the offending clothing away. He was not gentle about it; he removed the clothing in one harsh movement that left Hwoarang gasping when he felt his cock bounce free and graze against the material of Jin’s sleep pants. Any errant thoughts of stupid dreams flew from his head as the Korean roughly dragged the clothing from Jin’s body as well. The two men rolled about on the bed, trying to remove any last shred of clothing while keeping in physical contact with one another. When Hwoarang drew back from his oral assault on Jin’s throat and chest, panting and desperate for more, his hands sought the other man’s body, grasping at parts that he never thought to claim as his own. Jin reciprocated. It was a desperate act, full of the need to possess each other completely and wholly with the unspoken knowledge that… this may be their last time together.

Neither man said it.

Jin may not have been thinking it, but Hwoarang shivered whenever the thought made itself known at the back of his mind, and his actions became more aggressive and desperate again. He grunted in satisfaction once he tossed Jin’s sleep pants somewhere across the room and pushed the dark-haired man against the mattress. Right then was what mattered, it was the only thing that Hwoarang would let occupy both their minds, and he’d make this time count. The redhead lowered himself against Jin, capturing his mouth in a wet and confident kiss. His erection slid across his lover’s thigh and he ground down hard and kissed deep. Jin arched up against him and parted his thighs wide, allowing Hwoarang to drag his nails down the trunk of Jin’s body, briefly teasing his thick cock before reaching further down and pressing against his ass.

Hwoarang continued his oral assault on Jin’s lips and body, letting the other man reciprocate whenever he could, but maintaining his control. It was difficult, especially when Jin arched his hips upwards, spreading his thighs wider to give the redhead full access to his body. He groaned, bringing his fingers up to suck on them, lubricating them as much as he could, when Jin motioned for him to wait. The other man reached into the bedside table and withdrew a small bottle of oil. Jin sighed, quickly pouring the liquid into both their hands. He set the bottle back where he’d found it before catching Hwoarang by surprise by wrapping his calloused fingers around his cock and beginning to stroke him with desperate abandon.

It was the force he used that shocked Hwoarang and he could have come right then, feeling Jin’s thighs tighten around him, locking him against his body. He grunted again and pressed his fingers against Jin’s entrance. His tight entrance. He was gripped with a sense of urgency as he pressed his digits past the other man’s ring of muscle. He did his best to slip another finger inside, spreading them apart and fingering his lover’s most private area. He continued his preparation, intoxicated in the way that Jin’s body responded, rocking his hips in time to the thrusting fingers, and the breathy panting that was loud in the Korean’s ears.

“Hwoarang…” Jin moaned, grabbing the Korean’s dick with both hands in an attempt to keep from touching himself. His cock happily bounced against his abdomen; abandoned but not forgotten. “I-I’m ready… I’m ready, you can fu- uh, please, just go…” his voice rose in octave as Hwoarang thrust his fingers inside one last time. It was all the notice he needed. Jin spread his legs again, showing his eagerness for Hwoarang to move, pressing the head of his cock against Jin’s entrance.

Hwoarang clenched his jaw as he eased inside Jin’s body. His breathing was loud in his ears, or maybe it was his blood rushing through his veins. Jin was spread out before him, his arm thrown over his forehead and his dark eyes never leaving Hwoarang. His body was hot and pliant around Hwoarang’s dick as the Korean collapsed forward, pressing his forehead against Jin’s chest.

He thought he’d have to pause and let Jin adjust, but the other fighter was moving along with him. His legs tightened around Hwoarang’s back, pulling his ass high into the air and meeting the redhead’s thrusting with equal fervence. It was hard, fast and precise fucking that caused Hwoarang to toss his head back in utter bliss. Absolute rapture. He could feel Jin beneath him and he let out a groan before he panted his name. “Jin…”

It was hot to his ears and he said it again. Hearing Jin’s name and knowing it was Jin beneath him sent a tingle shooting down his spine and straight along his cock. He said it again and again, turning himself on with his name. “Jin… Jin, oh, fuck…”

Jin lied beneath him, his body glistening with sweat and his mouth was moving in time with Hwoarang’s. Moving silently, whispering, panting for more. “Hwoa… rang… oh, please keep going… don’t stop…” he inhaled sharply, his throat hitching on the moan that followed.

Hwoarang gripped Jin’s shoulder and increased the ferocity of his thrusts, sharply driving forward and growling incoherently as Jin moved in all the right ways beneath him. His eyes were rolling back in his head and Hwoarang growled again, kissing his dark-haired lover and swallowing up his moans as his body went stiff. Hwoarang kept moving, grinding his cock into the crushing grip of Jin’s ass as their bellies were spattered with come. It was just more sensation, more pain, more pleasure. It was definite and painful and could have kept Hwoarang lingering on the precipice of his release. He arched backwards, Jin’s legs tight around his waist and it was Jin’s throaty low tenor that pulled him over the edge. Jin’s voice was a melody of pleasure; incoherent and pure as it cut through Hwoarang’s being and he was crying out in his own solo of release.

His orgasm crashed over him in a wash of ecstasy and white; an empty sea of white behind his vision that broke when he opened his eyes to look down at Jin. He still felt raw; twitching and panting unevenly as the last electric sparks of his release flared through his body, but he needed to see Jin and the way those dark eyes were looking back at him. Jin’s smiles were small and infrequent, but they conveyed so much more than words, and at that moment, Hwoarang was glad, because he didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to collapse against his lover, grip him tightly and wait until morning.

He didn’t want to sleep again, didn’t want to lose a minute as the clock ticked down to their match.

~End Chapter Forty~

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Sefie: Hey, thanks for your enthusiasm for my double update (it makes me wish I could post two chapters all the time... the next one will come so fast it'll feel like a double-update.)
I also wanted to thank you for commenting on the details in the tournament, it has made me think about what sorts of things would happen at the tournament and include those into my notes. I think some of those things can be felt in this chapter, I hope you like it ^^