Like Twins

That damn whore! How did he manipulate the teams so he could be with Jin? Okay, the teams were picked from a hat, but that still seemed a little too convenient. Maybe Zekkai had paid off the broad running this idiotic operation. Hwoarang hated it. The only good thing about this was that they were using paintball guns - he was really good with this kinda thing - and that he was on the same team with BT. It would have really sucked if he was stuck with three other people he hated. Bad enough they were with the demon bastard.

Hwoarang sighed and climbed up a tiny cliff. There were pieces of wood sticking out of it, making it an easy climb, so he was at the top in no time, Maybe he could do sniper duty. He leaned against a wooden pole and got comfortable. If Zekkai came around, that bastard would be roadkill.

After staring down below for about a minute, he felt a little pain in his shoulder, covering it in yellow paint. Jin walked over with a smirk, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around his waist. "Nice place you've found..."

Damnit, he hated it when people snuck up on him. In war, that would have meant his life! Unless of course, the enemy was as horny as this guy. Hwoarang scowled at the yellow paint; that was gonna leave a mark. He was almost tempted to shoot the guy at that close distance. "Did you lose your groupies already?"

"Lose them?" Jin chuckled, shaking his head. "Can't say I miss them..." He leant in, nuzzling Hwoarang's neck and then letting his tongue roam the Korean's jawline. "How about you? In the mood?"

Was that guy serious? Hwoarang blinked in disbelief and shifted so he could be more comfortable glaring at Jin. "What the hell goes on inside that head of yours? I was sure my being pissed off at you was as clear as day, but maybe you've mistaken me for someone else." He smiled bitterly and ran his hand up Jin's thigh. "Or is all this making me jealous and confusing the hell out of me just punishment for using your stupid toys last night?"

"Hwoarang..." Jin said with an apologetic smirk, "are you still pissy over that discussion we had at breakfast yesterday?" He sighed lightly, then added, "'No' was the answer I expected, and the reasonable answer. I only wanted to ask you because if you'd answer 'yes', I'd have been ready to marry you right there on the spot."

"Sounded to me like you were just making excuses to go sleep with Zekkai. No I am not still pissy over that," Hwoarang lied. He put his paintball gun down and moved over to straddle Jin's legs. He ran his hand up the man's chest and muttered quietly, "You spent all day groping those idiots. You were mocking me, laughing at me, and I could go around and bend over for the whole city of Tokyo and it wouldn't make a difference. That's what I'm pissy about."

Swallowing, the Japanese leaned forward, grabbing Hwoarang's head and kissing him firmly. "It would make a difference," he panted after retracting, "but I'm not in a position to tell you who to sleep with, am I?" He shrugged, grabbing the zipper of the redhead's leather vest, starting to pull it down as he added, "maybe I'm a simple person. Maybe you have to explain things to me so I can understand..."

Watching the zipper absently, Hwoarang sighed. How could he say any of it without sounding like a total wimp? He slipped a hand into Jin's hair and leaned in to press his lips to the man's neck. "It doesn't matter what position you're in. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be the only one who gets insanely jealous in this damn group? Tell me who I can sleep with."

"You can sleep with me right now if you like..." Jin said, then sighed. "I know I was asking too much," he said as he completed the unzipping, slipping his hands in under the vest. "I don't want to lose control like Hiro does, and I need a lot of sex to avoid that. I guess I was hoping you could keep up with that, but it shouldn't be your problem. It's my curse, so it's my problem."

Probably an inappropriate time to be amused. Hwoarang failed to fight back the grin, and there was no way he could ignore that subject. "We wouldn't want that. I have a hard enough time getting what I want from you; a demon you would just be a disaster." He paused and frowned seriously, staring into Jin's eyes. "Honestly, I'd rather you become a thing like that than see you groping those whores again."

Quirking a brow, the Japanese sighed again. "Hwoarang... it'd torture you, rape you... maybe kill you. I can't let it do that." He grimaced, then moved his hands down, undoing the Korean's pants. "I need to keep it satiated, Hwoarang. I'm sorry, but that's how it is. If I could, I'd rather be dedicated to someone, but I need a lot of ass... it's not reasonable to expect anyone to keep up with that. So thus... I don't have a lot of options."

"Nah, if you became something like that, I'd be gone in a second. Let it torture and rape Zekkai, he likes that sort of thing, doesn't he?" He claimed Jin's mouth, parting the lips and making it as insistent as he possibly could. When he broke from it, he didn't pull back. Instead he kept at the most a few inches between them, murmuring against the man's lips, "I don't understand, Jin. Are you saying I can never have you to myself?"

"That's not what I said..." The Japanese said with a frown, then eagerly reignited the kiss. His hands left the undone pants to slip into the red strands, and he shifted his body closer to the Korean's. When the kiss ended, he squinted his eyes. "I want you to have me to yourself, Hwoarang. But as long as it hungers for more sex than you're willing to give, and I don't find other ways to quench that thirst..."

"You mean that stupid deal you had about me bending over all the time, rain or shine, sickness and health, pissed off and sleeping? I'd like to meet this fucking demon of yours and tell it exactly what I think about its unreasonable demands. I don't want you running off with other people every time I get mad at you, because you piss me off a lot!" Hwoarang sneered and dropped his vest off to the ground. As intriguing as it was to think about Jin losing that control, he had doubts he'd enjoy it that much. Still, weighing that and Jin with Zekkai, the demon still came out on top by a long shot.

Quirking an apologetic smirk, the raven-haired man shook his head again. "It doesn't demand that sex. In fact, I suspect it'd rather I didn't have that sex. It'd greatly prefer clawing you into a bleeding pool on the floor." He leant forward, wrapping his arms behind Hwoarang's back, starting to stroke it intently with his hands. "I normally don't open up like this," he said in a serious voice, "so I hope you appreciate it. It's just that for once, I really don't know what to do, and I want your input. Don't count on this kind of conversation all too often..."

Hwoarang slipped his hand under Jin's shirt, pushing it up. With a little help from the man himself, the shirt was pulled off over Jin's head, and the Korean leaned down to run his tongue along the newly exposed chest. "That's really too bad. I'd be so fucking turned on if your bad side was interested in me, you have no idea." He nipped at one of Jin's nipples and flashed a playful grin. "You want my input? As long as you keep your hands off Zekkai, your eyes off BT, and stop letting me sleep around, I'll let you fuck me all you want."

The Japanese froze for a second, then a broad grin spread across his face. His hands returned to Hwoarang's head, and he kissed his companion hungrily. After a prolonged, needy kiss, he retracted to pant, "then you don't get to sleep with any fucking person except me..." With a smirk, he ran his tongue up the Korean's cheek, and whispered pointedly into his ear. "Is that good enough, or do we have to agree on a punishment?"

"I had to carry around Doormat today. I think that more than makes up for all the bad things I've done in my life." Hwoarang exaggerated a tired groan and nuzzled his companion's neck. Even if it was all bullshit, hearing Jin say that was more than enough to get him excited. "You, however, should have to compensate me for all the stress and confusion you've caused."

Letting out a shivery exhale, the raven-haired man pulled down the Korean's pants, taking both cheeks of his companion's backside in a firm gasp. He smiled, then pulled his head back an inch so he could claim eye contact. "I offer you the following compensation: From now on, whenever I want sex, I will come to you. And I will never, under any circumstance, take 'no' for an answer. Deal?"

Maybe he could push it. If the guy was turned on enough, Hwoarang wondered how much he could get out of him. He grinded up against Jin and whispered seductively into the man's ear, "I want you to fuck me really hard, and then I want you to march right over to Zekkai and tell him he lost, and then I want you to do me again. Then I'll feel compensated."

"Really hard... that sounds like fun." Jin's lips quirked to a smirk, and he started sucking at Hwoarang's earlobe, a hand running down to start stroking the Korean's erection. "I'll go have a word with Zekkai when we're done, then we can do desserts. After all, I brought the cuffs..."

It was too good to be true, Jin having agreed just like that, and he didn't even want to think about the prospect of those cuffs being for someone else. Hwoarang pulled back a little to eye the Japanese carefully. "You brought them? Who the fuck were you planning on using them on? The whore didn't go anywhere near them, did he?"

The Japanese grinned, pushing the redhead off him and down on his back. As he grabbed the undone pants and started pulling, he answered, "I had this wonderful dream tonight... you were naked, and cuffed over a branch... we had such great fun! After that, I couldn't help but bring them..."

Hwoarang grinned and let out a light chuckle as he moved to make the pants come off easier. "You expect me to buy that bullshit? Fuck it, I'm too horny to make a fuss, now let's have a little team-building here."

Taking off the Korean's workboots, Jin also removed the pants and underwear. Grinning down at the naked body in front of him, he started undoing his own pants. "Such a pity I don't have the fetish pants with me..." He said through a near-chuckle, then licked his lips. "Really hard... how hard is that? So hard you'll scream?"

"You are such a fucking pervert." The Korean sat up and watched the movement of Jin's hands. Now that was one thing he hadn't seen for awhile and he wasn't about to miss it, not that he expected the man to take it all off, but he still hoped. "I said hard, not excrutiating."

After opening the belt, Jin slid his hands down his pocket, retrieving the cuffs, a tube and the small chain. Taking that all in one hand, he pulled his package out, then moved over to Hwoarang, entwining a hand in the red hair. "I wonder what new position to try first."

Hwoarang shifted onto his knees to give the man's length a long, slow lick. "I want it now, Jin. I'll stand on my head if it'll make you feel better, just stop making me wait." He was careful to keep his voice firm. Wouldn't want the guy to mistake his demands for begging.

"Stand up then," the raven-haired man said with a smirk, starting to play with the cuffs. "Maybe we can find a tree that fits, and fuck like in the dream." Once he had finished speaking, he started looking around.

Bossing him around now? Hwoarang shrugged and obeyed anyway for lack of any reasons not to. Once on his feet, he rested a hand on Jin's hip and nuzzled the man's neck. "If you have complete control over the demon in you, can you transform without letting it take over?"

Wrapping an arm behind Hwoarang's back, Jin started walking, and the Korean followed. "Yes, I can..." he said more as an afterthought than anything else, then suddenly got more enthusiastic. "Oh, that tree works!" He said with a smile, changing direction and heading for it.

Now that was what he wanted to hear. All the badass greatness without the threat of death? Hwoarang smiled to himself as he thought it through. Maybe if he was on his best behavior for a day, he could make a request. Maybe not as exciting as the real thing would be, but it wasn't like he could tell Jin to let go of control just so he could get clawed into a bloody pool. Oh, decisions, decisions... He cleared his throat and went to lean casually against the indicated tree. "I always knew you were a closeted tree-humper."

With a smile, Jin leant in, flickering his tongue over his cheek. The Japanese grabbed the redhead's hand, cuffing it and lifting it up towards the lower branch. He tossed the other cuff over the branch, then fastened it around Hwoarang's other wrist. "Looking forward to it?" He asked with a smirk, then walked behind the Korean and uncapped the tube.

"More than you'll ever know. If I slip and dislocate my arms, you should have to let me on top next time." Hwoarang flashed a bright smile, not caring if Jin couldn't see it.

Laughing lightly, Jin pushed his first coated finger against Hwoarang's entrance. "Yeah, right. If I agreed to that, you'd slip on purpose." He placed a teasing kiss on the Korean's neck, then pushed the fingertip inside.

Hwoarang stifled a moan of anticipation as he tried to moderate his chaotic thoughts. They were all over the place, but they kept straying away from the task at hand. Had to stop that somehow. He glanced over his shoulder and cleared his throat as if that would help get him together. "Aw, you really think I'd sink so low as to dislocate my own arms just to top you? ... Well I guess I have done crazier things in my time. You won't believe this, but once I actually put on a harness! Now that's crazy!"

"I don't believe you." Jin muttered, "if you want me to believe that, you should put it on tonight. I'm sure that could be fun." He retracted his finger, adding two inside the other man instead.

With a low chuckle, he took a deep breath. It was getting easier to ignore the discomfort and mild pain that came with preparation. It was about damn time. "If you wanted that, I'd have to get BT to dress me or I'd just get myself stuck and strangled."

"I suppose I'd have to live with that. But I want to be there!" Jin let out a content sigh, pulling his fingers out and stroking the Korean's backside. "Want three fingers, wife dearest?" He said in a joking tone.

"'Wife'?" Hwoarang scoffed, faking offense. "You can't call me that shit until I see the diamond ring, got it? And no, I don't want your goddamn fingers, I want you to saddle up already." He grinned and grabbed the branch as if that would help him avoid hurting his wrists in the cuffs. He had more than enough pain coming to him for one day.

Walking around to face the redhead, Jin tilted his head to the side. "Well, if you want a diamond ring, you're going to have to wear a wedding dress..." he chuckled, starting to coat up his erection. "I think that'd be fun."

"Oh yeah, I'll wear a satin gown trimmed with lace and a leather harness underneath." Despite the sarcasm, he was far too distracted by the sight to exaggerate it much. "You'd make a prettier bride than I would."

Jin smiled as he grabbed Hwoarang's thighs. "Irrelevant. I'm the top." He lifted them to rest against his sides, his hands supporting the Korean's backside. With a bit of nudging, he managed to position his erection against the entrance, and then plunged the redhead down onto it.

Hwoarang gasped and grunted through the initial pain. He should have been expecting that. He hung his head, breathing through the feeling. Why did he always do that? Why did he have to go and deny proper preparation when he knew it was going to hurt? Was his pride really worth the pain? Hell yes. No question about it. "... That hurt, dickhead."

With an amused smirk, Jin stopped and held still. "You know, you're always calling me dick, prick and so on..." He said thoughtfully, "one'd think you only wanted me for my dick." Then with a light chuckle, he added, "well, that works both ways, bitch!"

And there went his dignity, torn away by that one hideous word. Hwoarang cringed and tried to think of a good response, but it was too hard to concentrate with the man inside him like that. "I call you dick," he panted, "because you act like one. If I was going to use you for a part of your body, I'd aim high and go for your ass."

"Why aim for the impossible?" The Japanese asked curiously, then smirked as he started a subtle rhythm. "Let me ask you something... does me acting like a dick turn you on?"

"It pisses me off." Hwoarang moaned softly before he could think to hold it in. Obviously it wasn't only pain he was feeling. With a sheepish laugh, he admitted after a moment, "In other words, yeah, it turns me on."

"So all I have to do is piss you off..." Jin smirked again, then brought his fingers up around the Korean's manhood, starting a gentle pumping to go along with his thrusts. "I don't think that'll be too difficult. Good to know for when I need this..."

Distracted considerably by the combined sensations, Hwoarang struggled to think of some sort of anti-submissive reply. No way he could argue in that position. His grip on the branch tightened and his hungry gaze drifted over whatever parts of Jin he could possibly see. Not enough by his standards. "That'll be easy," he forced out. "Everything you do pisses me off."

"And thus, obviously, everything I do turns you on." Chuckling lightly, the Japanese increased his force, pounding inside the redhead all the way to the hilt. Meanwhile, he pumped Hwoarang firmly, and his breath gradually turned shivery with lust.

Cheeky bastard. "Fuck you." Hwoarang tried to sneer but it was quickly interrupted by a persistent moan. He cursed under his breath at the deceitful noise. As much as he wanted to move his own body along, in that position, he was almost afraid to, and ended up hooking a leg around the Japanese for more support.

Laughing, Jin leant forward, then stopped the noise as he ran a tongue over Hwoarang's nipple. "No, fuck you." He said with a smile, "real hard. And then I'll let Zekkai know about our relationship, and then I'll slam your ass again." He moaned, then started concentrating on hitting the Korean's sweet spot with power.

Hwoarang panted heavily as the shocks of pleasure rendered him momentarily speechless. Hearing those words only made it harder to control himself. His breathing was becoming more vocal, but he refused to scream. There was no way he'd let that happen for fear of Jin's head getting so big it would float away.

Jin's tongue flickered eagerly over his chest, and the raven-haired man ramming himself in harder for every thrust. His hand was working the Korean's manhood frantically, and the man's hot, rapid breath against his skin made Hwoarang's hair stand on end. "Fuuuck..." Jin forced out, more as a moan than as speech.

It was blowing his mind. The Korean couldn't think or even begin to process holding back any more. He absently smirked between his panting and grunting, and swallowed hard. Multiple shivers raced under his skin as he could feel the heat and passion build up. The next thing he knew, he was stumbling over obscenities in his mother tongue as his seed erupted from him.

There were plenty of white lines up Jin's arm, but he didn't seem to mind that the slightest. He took a firmer grip around the Korean's body, pounding himself in brutally until he finally released with a content growl.

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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