Like Twins

Of all the lousy things that could happen during that team building thing, this had to be the most irritating. Carrying the Doormat Yankee during two extremes. A depression that could only be matched by a neglected child, and then not even 10 minutes later, an enthusiasm so annoying, Hwoarang was tempted to just drop the kid there. It wasn't his job to be nice and stand up for the weak, so why the hell did he get himself into that?! Even getting the new additions to his bruise collection from Zekkai and Kazama was better than that!

Hwoarang sighed and trudged forward, ignoring the happy noises coming from the girly boy riding his back. If that twerp drummed on his head again, he'd kill it himself. Ahead of him, Zekkai was trailing boredly behind Jin while BT was worriedly watching Kazama's back. There was a touch of excitement under the surface, it seemed, but that was to be expected. Hwoarang failed to understand that guy's fascination with the prick Kazama, but he figured it wasn't one of those rational things anyway. Hiro was somewhere behind him, probably making sure he didn't get fed up and drop DY.

It was Babo that was starting to bother him. Those longing and curious glances at Jin and Zekkai. The twiggy redhead was no doubt getting a little too interested. If Hwoarang had to compete with that idiot too, that would be insane! No way; he wouldn't do it!

Babo turned around and looked at Doormat. "Jinny, we're through!"

The enthusiastic sounds stopped instantly, and Hwoarang felt the little guy take a firmer hold of his head. "What do you mean?" The brunette asked curiously.

"I mean, we're not a couple anymore. I'm in love with another man." Babo stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes. "One that can swim."

"Wh... what?" Doormat stuttered, then sniffed a couple of times. "You're joking, right?"

With a shake of the head, Babo gazed affectionately over at Jin. "Nope. I'm in love with Jin now. Welcome to Dumpsville, Yankee, population: You."

Utter silence from the little guy. Then another sniff came, and the little guy screamed. "I hate you!" echoed off the nearby hill, and then Doormat broke off into hysterical crying.

"Ohhh crap..." Hwoarang cringed and crouched to get the blubbering fool off before he got spit or snot or whatever comes out of crying children in his hair. What the hell was he supposed to do? How do you handle someone that's crying like that? He glared angrily at the twiggy redhead and hissed, "That is so uncool, you fucking moron... Ah, Jesus Christ, Doormat, calm down."

Blood Talon was over by them in a heartbeat, gazing from one to another with a quirked brow. "Alright, guys... what happened?"

Well there was Mr. Common Sense to the rescue. Hwoarang started toward Babo and explained, "this runt thought he'd add to my lousy day by bullying the Doormat. You want attention, moron? I'll show you exactly what kind of attention I give to people like you!"

"What's that, Hwoarang?" Zekkai's amused voice called out. "You gonna bend over and get your ass kicked for the third time today?"

"Babo, you idiot..." Blood Talon muttered over at the giggling redhead. "You think that's funny?" He sighed loudly, sending a gaze over Hwoarang's shoulder.

It took a second for Hwoarang to decide where to direct his anger. Nah, no need to bother with that bastard Zekkai; he could just suffocate that guy in his sleep and put an end to that. He crossed his arms and turned around to watch as Hiro put a gentle hand on Doormat's shoulder. Hwoarang glanced at BT. "If he doesn't stop giggling like a fucking schoolgirl, I'm going to snap that twig in half."

Seven of them had stopped; Kazama didn't seem too bothered with what happened behind him, just continuing onwards alone. Jin walked over to the Blood Talon, resting an arm over the guy's shoulders. "I can sense the team spirit rising by the minute," he said in a dry voice, "this company really knows what it is doing."

It was enough being pissed at two people at a time, no need to add Jin to it. Hwoarang rolled his eyes and went back over to Hiro and the doormat. "Come on, little guy. You're strong, right? Let's show that jerk Babo you don't need him, now dry your tears and we'll get this show on the road."

The crying had subsided a little, but Doormat was still sitting on the ground, hiding his head in his arms and shaking uncontrollably. The brunette didn't seem overly inclined to move on at this point.

"Fuck you guys." Hwoarang glared between Zekkai and Jin. "If you're just going to spectate, then get lost." He slipped an arm around the girly boy's back and muttered into his ear, "Come on, sweetheart, I'm gonna get you out of here, so hold onto me." After awhile, when the little guy reluctantly did as he was told, Hwoarang scooped him up and started walking once more.

They walked along the trail for a bit, occasionally happening upon an obstacle. Some of them were a bit harder now that he was carrying the Doormat, but they managed. The seven of them stuck together; hadn't seen Kazama since the guy just walked off earlier. Frustratingly, Babo was now following at Jin's heels, and that annoying twerp took every opportunity to touch the Japanese.

"So... Jin." Babo's irritating voice sounded off. He latched onto the larger man's arm and smiled happily. "What are you gonna do when we get back to the hotel? We could watch a movie!"

The raven-haired man flashed an amused smirk, reaching up to ruffle the guy's red hair. "Why this sudden interest in me, kid?" He chuckled lightly, adding, "I thought you were a top."

Babo shrugged and watched an insect zip past him. "I am a top, but you're soooo cool! You're cooler than the backstreet boys! Besides, there's no reason for me to spend time on boring people, right? You don't."

"You know..." Jin said, pulling the thinner guy closer. "I play adult games, boy. I like to tie my lovers up, and then fuck them real hard." He slipped a hand down to Babo's backside, giving it a firm squeeze. "Don't get yourself into something you can't handle, little guy," he whispered loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

Hwoarang took a deep breath, trying to calm his overflowing jealousy. Really, that dick would grope anything with an ass, wouldn't he?! Why the hell did the guy have to make everyone listen to that? With an aggravated grunt, Hwoarang forced a sarcastic laugh. "Calling your toys 'lovers' is stretching it a bit."

Sticking out his tongue back at Hwoarang, Babo responded enthusiastically to Jin. "Oh I can play adult games, believe me!"

With a grin back at Hwoarang, Jin responded in an amused voice. "Oh, so you're my toy, Hwoarang? All this time I thought..." His voice trailed off into a chuckle as he turned back to Babo. "I dunno, kid. You've got some serious competition. What could make you better than the other redheads around here?"

"Well, I'm not a big fat grouch like that guy! After I saw him snuggling in the hall with Blood Talon, I don't think I've got any competition there." Babo thought for a minute, assuming thinking was even a possible process for that guy, and then a broad smile split across his face. "I like Zekkai! We could share!"

Could he possibly get any more annoying? Hwoarang could feel himself seething as he sped up his pace. As tiring as it was going at that rate with the extra load of Doormat, he wanted to get away from that ridicule. "I hate this team building bullshit."

The pace wasn't fast enough to avoid hearing Jin's response, though. "Well, threesomes are fun..." Jin said in a contemplative voice, "I guess we'd have to ask Zekkai what he thinks."

"He's right fucking next to you, so whisper goddamnit! If you think rubbing it in my face will make me jealous, Jin, think again. I don't give a flying rat's ass about you or your whore recruitment!" Hwoarang huffed and moved back toward Hiro. "Take this leech, will ya? I want to break something, and this little girl better not be near me when it happens." He deposited Doormat into the silent Hiro's arms and then moved away from them.

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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