The First Crack in the Metal

**Chapter Four**
Even Metal has a Soul


Jin reached for the second long neck bottle that appeared out of no where. He did not recall seeing anyone fetch it from the kitchen but surely enough it was near to his hand. “…Paul knocked me out. He don’t know how he did it, but the last thing I remember was seeing stars. It felt like a rock to the back of the neck but I guess I will never know.”

“Cheap son of a bitch.” Hwoarang snickered taking another hit from the herb and passing it to Ling who was now on her knees on the floor beside the Blood Talons legs. She was swaying slightly as she listened to Jin unveiling his secrets at last.

“Americans are so rude and obnoxious.” She said as Hwoarang handed down the diminishing blunt.

Jin was leaning forward once more, gripping the beer that dangled between his thighs. He watched the two through ebony tendrils that fell over his eyes. “When I came to I heard the sound of fighting, it echoed through the temple walls, holding the energy like only stone can do. I got to my feet and shook the cobwebs from my thoughts. I ran toward the sounds, using the stone as my guide. In large chamber, Paul was laying on the floor before Toshin…but the form of Toshin was changed, it looked like an ogre…”

Jin continued. “…We battled till my muscles screamed and my blood pumped acid. I felt the nearness of my mothers soul and some of the moves the creature used where moves only she and I knew because she taught them to me at our home in Yakushima. That gave me the drive I needed to defeat this thing. And finally, bleeding and limping, I defeated Toshin and I swore I saw my mothers spirit unshackle itself from that disgusting creature. I felt her all around me, warm memories of her love filled me. The creature turned to dust and blew off into the hot South American winds….”

“…and that is when it happened.” Jin ran a free hand through his hair, sighing. “I heard footsteps behind me and I turned around. It was Heihachi with a host of his special forces…and he was holding a gun. His words were cold and I felt panic rush through me….and the last thing I heard was the release of the trigger and the gunshot passing through me.”

“Holy shit.” Hwoarang said, his eyes wide. That was what he heard. That was the moment he felt Jin die…but it was apparent now those must have been phantom feelings from an overtired mind. “How the fuck did you survive that?”

Jin hesitated. “I thought I didn’t…but obviously, I did.” the Japanese youth wasn’t saying another word on that topic. He was supposed to be dead but instead, the Devil Within made itself known. Jin had transformed, black markings etching down his body, an eye opening from the center of his forehead like a glittering ruby as ebon feathers broke through his skin to form two, enormous wings. Devil Jin came after Heihachi, knocking the Elder Mishima out of the temple window, flying off into the night only to land in Australia where he remained for two long years.

“I heard Heihachi took a swan dive out of the window. Nice move.” Hwoarang said. “But how did you end up in Australia?”

“I don’t really remember a lot after that. I think I was just flying on auto pilot.” Jin said, a double entandre behind his words. “I guess I blocked it out. Either way, that is where I stayed for two years until I found out about this tournament. Heihachi can not be allowed to live…” The Japanese youth said with a dark and serious inflection in his voice.

“You cant mean you are going to kill him! Jin, that’s murder! Cold blooded, premeditated murder!” Ling exclaimed, taking a sip of her beer after handing the blunt back to Hwoarang. “You have to go to the police with this, he tried to kill you. You cant take mean to do what you are intending to do…that would make you no better than him!”

“He killed my father…was probably somehow involved in my mothers death and his attempt to plant me in the ground, can not go unpunished. I have to wipe away this horror….” Jin said, determined, falling back against the couch, looking exhausted but relaxed.

“But what I don’t understand is WHY he tried to kill you. It doesn’t make sense. He gains nothing by destroying you, I mean hell, you killed Toshin. If anything he would want you on his side, you know?” Hwoarang wasn’t biting. Something important was missing from this tall tale but Jin wasn’t giving it up.

“I don’t know why either, Hwoarang.” That was the first time in his life that Jin had ever lied. And somehow, the Japanese youth knew as uncomfortable as it was, it would probably not be the last time, either.

**

Ling was curled up on the floor, her cheek resting against her forearm. The sun would be coming up soon, the night had whittled away from black to gray. “We should probably move her to the couch or she is going to have a stiff back. Hell, I don’t want to hear her bitching about it when she wakes up.” Hwoarang snickered, walking into the bedroom and grasping a pillow and small coverlet that was draped over the edge of his bed.

“I didn’t mean for us to stay so long. I can wake Ling and let you get some sleep.” Jin said softly, coming to a stand, reaching for his jacket as Hwoarang returned. His head was still foggy, having sat for too long after smoking the second herbal cigarette the Blood Talon had rolled up. His belly was full with beer and his senses slightly swimming as he stumbled, nearly falling back onto the couch.

“Its not bedtime yet.” Hwoarang said, tossing the pillow and light blanket onto the couch. “And your in no shape to walk anywhere..and I am not sober enough to drive you where you have to go.” He leaned down, picking Ling up slowly, trying not to wake her. She was light as a feather but still dead weight and even though he did not mean to, he dropped her onto the couch with a soft, thud. Luckily the leather clung around her, taking the impact.

Ling shifted as Hwoarang drew up the cover, her hand reaching to draw it to her chin, her pigtails lopsided as she screwed up her dry mouth slightly, still lost in sleep.

“Damn midget. She’s almost tolerable when she’s out cold.” Hwoarang laughed and looked to Jin. He drew closer to the Japanese beauty, reaching out to take Jin into his arms. Hot breath pressed against the shell of Jins ear. “I am not feeling tired yet, what about you?”

Those words made Jin shiver, releasing a sharp breath when he felt the heat of Hwoarangs mouth press against the side of his neck. His fingers pressed against the Koreans shirt as his lips parted, trying to find the will to speak. “No…I am not feeling tired…”

“Good.” Hwoarang ran his tongue along the delicious skin available to him, coming to the hallow of Jins throat where he suckled till he felt Jin labor a breath. The Blood Talon rose his mouth up to take Jins, claiming the Japanese beauty like a golden trophy for a single moment. “Lets go inside and let her sleep, huh?”

“Alright.” Jin said with a shiver, clearing his throat slightly as he followed Hwoarang into the bedroom. The Blood Talon closed the door as Jin looked around, nervously. It had been a long time for Jin. A long time of sleeping alone with only his memories to warm him. “This is a nice bedroom. You finally have what you wanted, you know, not living like you were after you were tossed out of the hotel you were staying in.”

“I have what I wanted because your in here with me.” Hwoarang said with a smile, seeing how flushed Jin was, how unmoving, as though this was a dream about to be shattered by the need for waking.

“Why so nervous?” Hwoarang asked without shadowing his words with usual sarcasm. “Its only me, Jin.” He stepped further into the room.
“I..I don’t know. Well, I guess I do know.” Jin said with an anxious smile. “Its been a long time and I never thought I would see you again, let alone be standing here in your bedroom with you.”

Hwoarang was standing just a few paces away from Jin, facing the Japanese beauty but not moving, not wanting to make this uncomfortable. It was obvious what was going to happen but if it didn’t, the Blood Talon was prepared to accept it. How unlike myself just to be content to have him here. As much as I want him…

“We are here now. Its been two years of coming round a circle but you’re here and your alive.” Hwoarang said with a smile.

“You broke my heart, Hwoarang.” Jin said so flatly and so powerfully, Hwoarang actually blinked at the statement.

“I know.” He replied, having to now cross the distance to Jin, to reach the Japanese beauty and reassure him that the Blood Talon did know what he had done to his former lover. He crossed the short distance, feeling the barrier that Jin had placed up to protect himself.

“I don’t think you do, Hwoarang. I died inside when you rejected me….” Jin tried not to recall that last conversation, the moment the Devil broke through and nearly transformed at the agony of that rejection but it was already replaying itself like a movie behind his eyes. “…and yet not a moment went by that did not think of you. I wanted to hate you…and hate myself for giving you permission to hurt me the way you did.”

Hwoarang reached for Jin, watching the Japanese beauty wince and pull back ever so slightly. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, Jin.” He said softly, putting as much feeling into his words as there was meaning. His hand remained frozen from where he reached for the Japanese beauty only to have Jin move back.

“Look, I know you have to be tired. Take the bed, I can crash out on the floor in the living room. I don’t think my snoring will wake up the sleeping midget. She is smoked the fuck out.” He said with a fiery smile, a shaking feeling coming his body, getting a taste of rejection, though he hid it well.

The Blood Talon walked past Jin to the door and turned the handle, looking back for a moment. “Catch some shut eye and I will see you in the morning, or should I say, later today.”

As the Blood Talon pulled the door open, Jins hand came around, palm pushing against the wood to reclose it. “I am not tired, yet.” Jin said with a flush to his features, yielding his strength and the force of his memories for this one perfect moment…a moment that might never present itself so perfectly again.
“Are you sure?” Hwoarang said with that tenacious exuberance Jin secretly loved nearly as much as he loved the Blood Talon.

“Yeah, I am sure.” Jin reaffirmed and leaned back against the adjacent wall.

Hwoarang smiled and did not hesitate to cover Jins body with his own, using the wall once more for leverage though this time the Japanese beauty was not trapped, he was kept there by his own desire. The Blood Talon leaned in, his hands coming to Jins waist as his lips descended, letting his tongue explore the rich font of that Japanese mouth. The dim fire ignited in him as every gentle roll of his slow driving tongue drew more of Jins taste into his senses.

The Japanese beauty let his hands trail up along Hwoarangs back, feeling the sinew of muscle beneath the light shirt, his lips locked with perfect growing desire to Hwoarangs. Never had he felt the Blood Talons kiss so gentle and that only stoked the need that slowly awakened beneath his skin.

“You taste so fucking good, Jin.” Hwoarang breathed against kiss dampened lips, his hands working under Kazamas shirt to finally touch bare, supple flesh. The contact was like electricity and Hwoarang wanted to be struck to death with its intensity.

“So do you…” Jin moaned, arching the small of his back to Hwoarangs probing fingers, his own coming to life as they sought the flimsy material covering the Blood Talons body. “Nothing has ever tasted…the way you do….”

Hwoarang leaned in once more to meet those parted lips claiming them with a more forceful and yet exploring passion, feeling Jin shudder with every butterfly soft touch against his skin. With a slow motion, the Blood Talon drew Jin away from the wall as those hands stripped the cloth from such a perfect upper body.

“Come to bed…” Hwoarang whispered, stepping away from Jins body as he tossed the shirt to the clean floor. He walked toward the side of the bed and removed the goggles from the line of his hair, reaching down to remove the shirt he had tucked into his jeans.

Jin felt his heart flutter, his blood pumping inside of his ears, making that subtle whisper reach him like a roar. It was sexy the way the Blood Talon said it and in a single breath, Jin was there, brushing his hands along Hwoarangs taut torso as the shirt was slowly peeled off.

“Fuck…” Hwoarang shuddered as that warm palm brushed along his upper body, leaving a trail of heat everywhere Jin touched. “I missed you baby…I missed you so fucking much.” It was true. Every word of it.

“As I missed you…” Jin quivered softly as Hwoarang drew them skin to skin for a long moment, absorbing the sensation of that warm Japanese flesh against his own. Using the flat of his palm, the Korean pressed down Jins torso to the line of his pants, opening them with a quick motion that for all its energy wasn’t in the least bit hasty. It felt natural…every sensation built like a pyre meant to stand the test of time.

Jins fingers wound through Hwoarangs coppery tendrils, entwining that fiery mane between his grip, recalling how he loved to do this the moment that feathery softness met his skin. The other hand fell along the Blood Talons side, caressing the skin there before coming around the front to unbutton and unzip the Koreans form fitting jeans.

Jins eyes met Hwoarangs as he slowly sat down on the bed, tugging down his pants and letting them pool by his feet. Shaking fingers reached up to do the same for the Blood Talon, letting the denim snake its way down those firm hips to the knees before the Korean stepped out of them. Hwoarangs fingers held against Jins strong shoulders as his lover looked him over, recalling every naked and glistening detail.

“Your even more beautiful than I remember you, Hwoarang.” Jin said as he shivered, his hands staying at the Blood Talons hips as he reached in to brush the heat of his velvet tongue against Hwoarangs torso, feeling that firm, throbbing length press just beneath his chin.

“Ahh, Jin-kun. That mouth of yours…there has never been a mouth like yours.” Hwoarang groaned, tilting his head up at the feel of that velvet hot brush along his torso.

Jin smothered himself in hot Korean flesh, his hands sliding down Hwoarangs hips to the outside of his thighs, pulling his lover closer to him as that warm pink tongue slipped further down to a very well kept, shaved base. Hwoarangs fingers massaged Jins shoulders, one hand trapsing down that supple spine.

“Jin.” He moaned when he felt the tip of his length taken into the wealth of those lips, the hot twirl of that perfect Japanese tongue swirling his crown and driving him into an instant state of oblivion.

He closed his eyes when he heard Hwoarang whisper his name, his mouth claiming inch after inch as he melded to the Koreans touch down his back. Only when he could taste Hwoarang in the back of his throat and the hot spasm of his throat muscle threaten to close, did Jin begin to move his lips and give hot suck, moving that thick shaft in and out of his mouth with building speed.

“Fuck, Jin!” Hwoarang let out a heavy, powerful moan, fighting instinct to keep his hips still. How he wanted to thrust into that welcoming heat.

And just then, at the edge of the Koreans sanity, Jin released his lips and looked deep into Hwoarangs eyes. “I have not been touched since you.“ It was simple and yet powerful and it made Hwoarangs heart pound in his chest to know now Jin had kept himself pure…even if he had not.

Jin drew himself onto the bed on his knees, with his back to the Blood Talon. He looked over his shoulder to the panting vision of the only one he swore he would ever love… “I do not expect that you have done the same as I, Hwoarang…and none of that matters to me now, nothing but this moment with you.”

Hwoarang ran his fingers down Jins perfect back, kneeling one knee on the bed as Jin rested on his knees, looking over his shoulder to him. His chest pressed against that supple spine as Hwoarang leaned in to claim Jins mouth with a raging passion barely contained by the gentle roll of his tongue. The Japanese beauty was panting as their mouths broke apart, pressing back against the Blood Talons chest.

“I am going to make love to you…with you, Jin-Kun…and though I may not be as pure…this is something…I have done with no one before you…” Hwoarang whispered, his breath like fire against the shell of Jins ear, his sienna eyes holding the depths of Jins chocolate gaze. “And when we are one Jin..one body…I want you to call me by my name…Seung Roh…I want to hear your lips say it…but not until then…”

Jin felt his body flush till he thought he might actually cry. The great mystery revealed amidst all the other words that crashed over him like water to burning flesh. The Japanese youth felt his body shake as he leaned back against Hwoarang for support… “Your name…your trusting me with your name…” Jin spoke in a broken whisper.

“I am trusting you with a lot more than my name. But there is time for all that.” Hwoarang let his tongue travel along the warm depth of Jins neck, laving against the join of the shoulder as one hand pressed the Japanese beauty forward, bringing Jin to all fours before him.

For that single moment, Jin was pleased to not see Hwoarangs face…too much emotion, too much love threatened to be spilled like a baptismal. Hwoarang kneaded his fingers along those firm, pale globes, savoring the sensation as he leaned down in line with such an enticing backside.

Jin gasped when he felt the warm, slick tongue brush against his entrance, his head falling down toward the mattress in a spray of black tendrils as his lips swallowed a low moan. Hwoarangs mouth added a hot pressure, spreading him open…making his body jolt and quake at the sudden sensation.

The Blood Talon tilted his head to the side, pressuring the slick opposable muscle deeper into the Japanese youths body, slicking the entrance for their moment of pure unity. He moaned, teeth gently prying against that tight pucker, drowning himself in the taste of Jins pure essence, that rich musk. To know no other had tasted what was his, made every lap of his tongue all the more eager.

“Mmmm…” Jin sucked back a breath, his fingers pressing into the covers as Hwoarang explored him, laving that velvet tongue inside of him…making the Japanese youths body ache like a harp string pleading to be plucked. Jin lifted one hand, wrapping his fingers around his firm length…

“Not yet Jin.” Hwoarang lifted his lips, his tongue lapping up that deep cleft, his teeth nibbling against the edge of a firm, pale globe. “I know you are aching…I can taste it.” He teased though his voice still carried a tone of warmth Jin was not used to but could easily grow accustomed to hearing.

“The need for you burns.” Jin whispered hoarsely, planting his hand down on the covers, letting it wad against his fingers as he breathed out heavily.

“I know, Jin…and that fire will soon be quenched.” The Blood Talon licked his palm heavily, grasping his length and letting the fluid glide over his slickening shaft, mixing with precum that pearled in desire for Jins body.

Hwoarangs hand gripped Jins hip strongly and the Japanese youth gasped, knowingly. Hard or soft pace, Jin wanted to feel the Blood Talon inside of him, to be full and choking with every beautiful inch until he was panting with sweet pleasure. “Please…” Jin whispered, dangling in bittersweet agony as he felt that tenuous grip on his hip.

“Anything for you, Jin…anything at all.” Hwoarang moaned, using his hand to guide that solid length to Jins slick and awaiting portal. He lingered there a moment, letting his crown press to his lovers opening. Jin let out a soft whimper and Hwoarang was at the edge of his own sanity.

Pushing past the guarding ring of muscle, Hwoarang gasped when he felt tight heat envelope him, convulsing walls trying to push away the intrusion. Jin let out a strangled moan at the slow, steady breach, the rich hot pleasure that mingled with pain…but it was not about injury…it was the pain of being spread open, of being claimed…of the slow union.

“Fuck Jin…your so tight. I forgot how tight…” Hwoarang moaned as his now free hand took the other hip firmly, pressing in slowly, gentle as he could be. He was making love to his Japanese beauty…as slow and steady as he could muster and he felt Jin opening to him….

“Hwoa-Kun!” Jin nearly buckled, spreading his knees further apart as the dull, pleasurable pain spread him open and wrapped velvet heat around Hwoarangs hard length. He was gasping for breath between mewls of desire, his head dropping lower toward the bed as a thin trickle of sweat beaded from his nose.

Hwoarang remained perfectly still, buried in the heat to the hilt of his length, hard breath pressing past his lips as one hand freed itself from Jins hip to slide up that glistening spine. United…at last.

The Blood Talon reached that exploring hand around to Jins waist, encircling his lover and slowly forcing Jin to raise to his knees, his length shifting into Jin deeper with each motion.

Jin pressed his back against Hwoarangs chest, his head fallen on a firm shoulder. His lips parted for a heavy, painfully eager sigh…his body was on fire and needed his Korean…needed the sweet pleasure and sweet pain only the Blood Talon could give him.

“Look at me Jin.” Hwoarang managed, his voice a wicked slow whisper as he turned the Japanese beauty’s face toward him, feeling how keenly Jins entrance held him…milked around him.

Jins eyes met Hwoarangs, his lips parted and moist, face flushed with trickles of sweat. Nothing had ever felt like this…

“Say my name, Jin.” It was such a simple and yet powerful request. Hwoarang felt his body tense, the pressure of this position forcing him to feel every sensation more clearly than he could ever imagine. Two bodies…had become one…

“Seung Roh…” Jin whispered, his eyes holding the Blood Talons, even as tears threatened to spill over the rim and down his cheeks. Never had he felt so fulfilled…so wanted…so loved. And that name, that sacred combination of letters that formed a word…was the epicenter of his world.

Hwoarangs eyes felt misted as he leaned in to kiss Jins lips, twisting his body nearly unnaturally to accomplish the feat. Jin twined his tongue against Hwoarangs, his body wracked with unshed tears., drinking in the Blood Talons breath and taste as though he was starving. Only once in his life did he ever cry out of emotion…and that was the day his mother was killed. No matter the agony, Jin kept his emotions inside..but now…there was no holding back.

“Seung Roh…” Jin whispered as his lips broke from Hwoarangs. He might as well have been saying those three little words by just saying those two.

“Now you know my secret…” Hwoarang moaned, clasping Jin by the waist to him as he slowly began to thrust, feeling his crown forced upward in pleasurable agony, brushing a tender, buried place inside of his lover.

Jin held onto Hwoarangs arm, his lips letting free a heavy groan…feeling his insides flash like fire, making his length twitch and weep with sudden, intense pleasure.

“Fuck” Hwoarang hissed, drawing himself nearly out of Jins body, only to thrust back in, more powerfully this time. Jin slid down, falling onto all fours with the sudden and intense sensation. “Fuck…Jin-Kun…your perfect…”

“Seung…” Jin whimpered, barely able to form those words. The sensation was maddening, intense and it made the Japanese beauty shudder like a broken angel with each powerful lap into his body.

Hwoarang lifted his head up, eyes closed tightly as the pace intensified…till he could hear the sound of flesh connecting to flesh…feel Jins walls clench and release each thrust. The Blood Talon was already so close to completion…it was almost unreal. “Use that hand baby..find my pace…”

Jin let his instinct guide him, sliding back in counterthrust to Hwoarangs ardor, making himself groan with the sensation, even as his fingers tunneled around his own length. The Japanese beauty felt his desire twitch against his fingers as Hwoarang took shorter, deep laps into his body…those firm hands holding his hips and guiding Jin back with a rapid pace.

“Jin…fuck baby…nothing feels like you do..” Hwoarang groaned, unable to hold back the need for heavy thrusts…the need to spiral into the oblivions Jins body gave him.

“Seung…” Jin cried out as he thumbed along the head of his rosy crown, slick and eager for release. Being one with the Blood Talon was like finding salvation. “I am so close.”

“Fuck baby…I feel you all around me, milking me….thirsty for me. Ah, fuck baby…let it out. Come for me…” Hwoarang felt the instinctual haze fall over his eyes as he drew Jin deeper into him.

Jins whimper became a dull roar as he stroked himself to the spiraling end. “Seung..for you…ahh…Seung Roh…I come..for you.” Sticky hot splashes of seed slicked the Japanese beautys fingers, making him arch and convulse with a hot string of moans.

“Ahhh…Jin…” Hwoarang could feel that velvet heat milking him, thirsty to receive him. He pressed his hips deep into Jin, nearly forcing his lover to press his cheek to the cover. Hot ribbons of seed spiraled deep into Jins body, feeding his lover on the rich, salty sweet font, his very life essence.

“God damn baby.” Hwoarang raised his arm, wiping the sweat from his brow with his own skin. He rode the aftershocks, feeling his spine arch until every movement became overly sensitive. The Korean drew back, withdrawing from Jins core as a moan left his lips.

Jin was curled up on the bed on his haunches, still wracked with slow seizures as the Blood Talon drew onto the bed next to him, kneeling at Jins side. He leaned over, letting his tongue lap down that warm, sweating skin from the base of that supple spine to a tense shoulder. “How do you feel baby.”

Jin gasped for breath, looking up from the forearm he braced his forehead against. He smiled, shivering as he met Hwoarangs eyes. “Like I could fly.”