Twisted Affair

It had been a relief to go to sleep next to Jin again. The strong arms holding him and the warm smile he was treated to before they went to bed made him relax. He had snuggled up with his face resting against the man's neck, and fallen asleep like a baby almost instantly. That was one way to feel safe from Kazuya Mishima, and he could certainly get used to that. A feeling of safety was hard to come by when one of the more notorious Mishimas were aware of him.

After washing his hair and scrubbing his body clean in the shower, Hwoarang tied a towel around his waist and got out. He picked his pants up off the tile floor, and went out into the hallway to grab the rest of his clothes, but as he walked, he dug through his pants pockets and shook them out, trying to find that card. Had he dropped it somewhere? Where could he have dropped it? Or maybe he was lucky and it had all been a dream, and Kazuya Mishima didn't really exist at all!

He re-entered his room, only to see Jin staring idly out the window. By now, the Japanese had probably spent as much time watching the building across the street as the redhead had in his whole life, but something soon caught Hwoarang's attention. Between two of the fingers in the man's lap, he spotted the card. Only a second later, Jin turned his head to face him with a dry smirk. "Suppose I just called this number while you were in the shower... who did I talk to?"

Hwoarang could have sworn he completely stopped breathing. Did Jin know the answer to his own question? No, if he did, he'd probably be long gone by then. It was too early in the morning to be clever, but he had to think of a good response. Since there was no name on the card, maybe he had a chance. "I was just looking for that. I ran into one of my sensei's old friends at the market yesterday. He said he could hook me up with some pit fights so he gave me his number."

Chuckling for a moment, Jin shook his head. "Still bullying the weak, eh?" He tossed the card onto the table before stretching and letting out a yawn. He rubbed his eyes as he slowly got to his feet, turning towards the Korean. "Pit fights... you know, I'm very short of money now. Think there's enough of them for two?"

Was he calling his bluff? Hwoarang met the challenge with a grin and dropped his clothes in a hamper by his dresser before going on a search for something clean to wear. Part of him wanted to dive for that card and stuff it back down his pants where it would be safe, but he didn't want to make Jin suspicious, so he resisted. "I'm sure there's plenty of pit fights to go around. I'll call him and ask later if you want."

With a shrug, Jin resumed dressing. "Alright. Hopefully I won't be in town for more than a couple of days now, but it doesn't hurt asking, I guess?" He lazily rolled his neck before turning back to the Korean again. His eyes rested firmly on him, almost as if he was straining to concentrate. There was a lot of interest, of some kind or another, in that gaze.

"Couple days?" Hwoarang frowned, but he wasn't surprised. Maybe when the time came, he'd somehow convince Jin to either stay or take him along, but he'd cross that bridge later. He pulled out a pair of boxers and let the towel fall as he started to get dressed. "Alright, well... do you have time before you head off to be King of the forest? I can think of a few things we could do as a warm-up, like try on your new suit."

Making his way over, the Japanese let out a soft sound when he brought his shirt-covered torso to meet the redhead's back, arms wrapping around his companion. The fingertips of one hand rested playfully on Hwoarang's chest, and the hot, whispering breath from behind made the hair on the Korean's neck rise. "You know, as tempting as that sounds, I guess you wouldn't want to scream here... if you want, you could come to the tent tonight? Either of us could bring the suit, and we could have some fun, just you and me."

It felt so good being like that as if he really had Jin's affections, but he couldn't help but be reminded of what his friend said. Why did everything depend on what Jin decided to do? Hwoarang turned his head slightly in Jin's direction, deciding to try his luck at compromise. "If it's the noise you're worried about, we could go out there now, couldn't we? Why wait until tonight?"

The black-haired man turned the Korean around gently, sliding one hand through the red hair as he used his other to graze the man's cheek. Leaning forward, he pulled them together for a soft kiss. When it ended, he sighed lightly, looking Hwoarang straight in the eyes. "I admit I want that, but I need to use what daylight there is searching. Once it's dark, though, there's time for what I fancy doing... like fucking your ass."

"I guess I can wait." Hwoarang frowned again. He knew this whole searching thing was important, but it was really hard not to be a little offended. Nobody would like coming second to a romp around the forest. He pulled away from Jin and went to get his bike goggles off his dresser. "Tonight then... I'll see if there's any leftovers from last night you can take with you for lunch."

With a friendly smile, Jin kept watching the Korean for a few more seconds, before responding. "Thank you... I'm looking forward to it already." He stepped over towards the door, then leant casually against the wall.

Hwoarang paused, about to offer to cook breakfast - after all, it was the most important meal of the day - but stopped himself. Among the other debasing roles he had decided to take on, housewife was not one of them. So he headed out of the room and down the stairs. "And I don't want you to get too wrapped up in your frolicking to eat. When I come tonight, the food better be gone."

Jin was following closely behind him, and when they reached the bottom of the stairs, he teasingly slipped a hand around to the Korean's now clothed chest. With a light chuckle, he said jokingly, "No worries there. You always bring out the appetite in me."

"How the hell am I supposed to nag you if you keep making me think about sex?" Hwoarang grinned slightly and started toward the kitchen. There inside he caught sight of the larger of his friends pigging out on some very sloppily-made pancakes. The grin disappeared as he walked past the table to the fridge.

Stretching for a bit, the raven-haired man slowed down when he neared the doorway. When the Korean looked at him, he saw his companion's light-hearted expression disappear. The man's gaze hardened, apparently straining to avoid giving his friend attention. Probably an effect of what Hwoarang himself had said last night. It might have been fun to see if Jin would do anything. He almost wanted there to be a bit of a fight. Maybe that would prove Ha Neul wrong, but rather than setting himself up for a disappointment, it was best to avoid that scenerio.

Hwoarang directed a falsely confident smile at his rival. "I think we should come here tonight instead of the tent. It'll serve these guys right for all those nights I had to listen to them going at it while I was trying to sleep."

"Hmm..." Jin made a show of considering that for a bit, before letting a vague smirk reappear. "I was kinda looking forward to that only you and me bit," he signaled with his eyes in the direction of the redhead's seated friend, "but ok, if you prefer, I'll come back here later on."

Jin actually agreed? That was promising! Hwoarang grinned childishly at Jin, before taking the leftovers out and putting them on the counter. "No problem. This punk can find somewhere else to be tonight." He ignored an insulted glare from his friend. "And as fun as it is to be fucked surrounded by the great outdoors... I hate nature."

It seemed as if the Japanese took that as some kind of a hint, as he promptly made his way over to him, making a show of tuning out the pancake eater. He kissed the redhead's neck before moving his body to touch his rival's. "And here I thought you came out there yesterday to smell the trees."

"Yeah, right. Trees are too violent for me. One even had the audacity to smack me in my beautiful face." Hwoarang ran a hand over Jin's chest. He had thought his friend would have said something or left by then, but there was no sign the other Korean was going to do either. The redhead pushed those thoughts aside as he licked his lips playfully and looked his rival over. "According to some sources, I went there yesterday to grovel at your feet. Maybe I should have done it that way after all. That could have been kinky, don't ya think?"

The redhead felt arms wrap possessively around him, and couldn't fail to notice Jin scowling momentarily at Ha Neul over his shoulder. "I think someone is getting a bit jealous that you aren't sharing. Said sources may be a bit more ambitious than what's healthy. But yeah, with you, even that would be kinky... but not half as kinky as what we've got planned for tonight."

There was a quiet muttering from the table. "Conceited prick..."

Hwoarang rolled his eyes at his friend's comment and planted a big kiss on Jin's cheek before trying to escape the possessive embrace. "Alright, stud. I'll look forward to it then, but now I have to prepare your lunch."

"Alright, you do that..." Jin let go to stop slowing down progress, before he let his eyes drift to the larger Korean. It took a while before he returned his gaze to Hwoarang with a little chuckle. "I think he's not happy with me anymore. Would that mean he's going to stop hitting on me as well?"

He was pushed aside a little when Jae Sun hurried into the room and over to the fridge, snatched an apple and turned to leave again. However, after one glance at his friends, the smaller Korean slowed down instantly and sat down next to Ha Neul, snuggling up close. He looked thoughtfully from one person to the other before taking a bite out of the fruit.

Ha Neul immediately put an arm around the smaller man's shoulders and pouted. "All I'm trying to do is eat my breakfast - which I had to cook all by myself because someone's hogging the housewife - and they're picking on me for no reason! Is this what I get for trying to help?"

"If Jae-chan wasn't right there, I'd throw a chopstick in your fucking eye." Hwoarang shook his head and put the left-overs into a container with a bottle of ice water. When he finished putting it all together - complete with a nice ripe orange - he turned to smile at Jin. Even if he was acting a bit like a servant, he really didn't want his nickname to become 'housewife', so he tried to think of something to balance it with. Jokingly, he asked, "Think if I'm really good, I'll be able to sneak my way on top tonight?"

The Japanese received the food with an appreciative smile, before slipping his free hand behind Hwoarang's neck to pull him closer. He kissed him teasingly on the nose before moving further down to let their tongues meet. As they broke from the kiss, Jin started laughing lightly. "Don't push it, bitch." he said when the sound settled down. "Bye, I'll see you tonight." He nodded at the redhead with a friendly smile, then turned and headed towards the entrance.

Feeling incredibly dejected and humiliated, Hwoarang cursed under his breath and grabbed a pear out of the fridge. What the hell was that about? Why was the idea of him being on top so funny to that man? Was he just not good enough to be seen as an equal?

Ha Neul took a bite of his pancakes and through a mouthful of food, he decided to speak. "Told ya so."

The short-haired man took a long look at Hwoarang's face, seemingly noting the lack of response, before he poked his larger friend with his elbow. "What? Did Cheonyeo claim to top earlier or something?"

"No. I just told him he wasn't going to get respect. That Kazama dude is all over him, but he doesn't take him seriously." Ha Neul shrugged and idly kissed Jae Sun on the forehead. "But if he wants to be taken advantage of by his beloved conceited prick, that's his own problem. Not ours."

Hwoarang sighed and started to head out of the room. He didn't know what to do about it, but one thing was for certain. He couldn't just sit around and clean all day again. "I'm gonna go call someone about a pit fight."

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There was something dark and gloomy about that building. Looking at it, one couldn't tell what time of day it was. Perhaps it was just the knowledge of what awaited him inside, but there was no way a plain structure could give off a bad vibe, even if it did belong to a Mishima that was supposedly possessed by a devil! ... On second thought, maybe it wasn't so ridiculous.

Hwoarang uneasily followed a strangely quiet servant inside and up a wide-open central staircase. The trip was frightening, and the further he went, the more he regretted his decision to show up in the first place. 'It's Jin's fault,' he told himself, 'for putting me second priority under that stupid search. If frolicking in the forest is more important to him than I am; I'll just bend over for his old man instead.'

The real question was whether Kazuya's intentions were going to screw him over in more than the intended way. There was no telling what all of it was really about, and why that man was really interested in the Korean in the first place. He could just follow or intercept his son directly. The issue really doing a number on Hwoarang's conscience was what would happen if Jin found out. Forgiveness wasn't exactly something that family practiced and it would be a miracle if the Kazama blood would change that. The last thing he wanted to do was lose Jin after he had worked so hard to get that far with him.

"I knew you would come." A familiar ageless voice spoke from above. The Korean looked up to the top of the stairs and caught sight of the one he was there for. The scarred hallowed man donned black jeans and a grey long-sleeved shirt with black stitching. It did very little to hide his muscles, but that was probably the idea. "Oh yes. On some level you are aware that Kazama Jin cannot satisfy you the way I can, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?"

It seemed confidence ran in the family. Nice to know Jin came by it honestly. More importantly; the servant seemed to have vanished and the Korean was left all alone on the stairs with that old nervy bastard. What would happen normally in that kind of situation? Was that where a fight usually broke out, or would the guy lead him to a sitting room for tea and a quick fuck? No, he knew enough about that family to suspect it wouldn't be nearly that simple. There had to be strings attached.

Hwoarang spread his arms in an open shrug. Even being there was enough of a betrayal, let alone saying Kazuya would be more satisfying? Highly doubtful. "Yeah, well, you have a lot to live up to, pal. You're not going to tell anyone about this, right? Do I have your word, assuming your word actually means something...?"

"Certainly. You have my word that I won't tell your beloved husband. I've never had issues with being the 'other man'." Kazuya descended the few steps to meet his guest. A cruel smirk brightened his tainted face as he bowed down to kiss the Korean's hand. "The opportunity to nail my son's bitch is reward enough... for now."

It was hard to decide whether to be grossed out, flattered or offended. The redhead scowled at the gesture and tried to take his hand back only to be roughly pulled up against the older man's sturdy frame. Just as he opened his mouth to protest that sneaky move, his unspoken words slipped away as he watched Kazuya run his tongue over the index finger of the captive hand. After a devious wink, the older man took the finger completely into his mouth. The warmth surrounding the digit left the young fighter bewitched and he couldn't quite recall what his previous doubts had been. However, as fast as they had vanished, they came rushing back as pain stabbed into him.

"Ouch! ... Did you just fucking bite me?"

"Mm hmm." Kazuya sucked at the blood he had drawn. "You're delicious."

Hwoarang stared in disbelief for a number of seconds before yanking his hand away and forcing his way out of the older man's grasp. There was a lot he would put up with, but that was too much. That family was way too bonkers for him. The guilt eating away at him was bad enough - he hardly needed some old man to do the same. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I'm leaving."

"So soon? That really is a shame; I really wanted to taste a little more of you." Kazuya followed his guest down the stairs, staying silent for a few paces. Even when the man wasn't speaking, he was still patronizing in a mocking way. When they made it to the bottom, he quickly grabbed a fistful of his guest's red hair and yanked back on it. "If you go, I'll be ever so lonely."

Hwoarang groaned and automatically reached to hold his scalp. It was safe to assume he wouldn't be permitted exit. They were enemies, after all, being competitors at the tournament. He wondered if the old man would hurt him worse if he refused. He couldn't imagine Kazuya taking too kindly to being rejected in any case, so there was bound to be a terrible outcome.

Kazuya pulled the Korean against him and into a secure embrace. He inhaled deeply and slipped a cold hand beneath the shirt to push it upwards. As he spoke again, his voice was lowered to a taunting whisper. "You don't smell special and you don't look special. You're nothing like she was... Do you have any idea how easy it is for one of my blood to find someone who wants to be tied up? Will you let me tie you up, Blood Talon?"

"You talk too much, old man."

Laughter rumbled through the building, so dark and sinister it could taint the depths of one's soul. But there was something about that sound that almost had a paralysis effect, as if that corruption reminded the guest of someone else. It wasn't just that the older man was related to the Korean's obsession, it was definitely something more. A curse they shared that went beyond blood. Even as terrifying as that darkness was, knowing it was something Jin had only made Hwoarang all the more reluctant to turn away from it.

That reluctance was not lost on the host, however. Kazuya apparently took the hesitation as a green light and peeled the shirt off the redhead before he started on the pants. "You can continue to fight me if you wish, bitch. I've always preferred my toys to be struggling and writhing beneath me, but since you were kind enough to save me the trouble of going to get you, I'll give you the chance to consent. Now get on your knees."

"Sure, I'll consent. That's why I came here in the first place, ain't it?" Hwoarang shook the arms off him and moved away from the older man so that he could remove his pants himself. With all the betrayals he was committing, allowing someone else to control him or even intimidate him was out of the question. "But there are a few conditions. First of all, no kissing. Second: I don't kneel for anyone and I'm not your fucking bitch. Lastly: We can't do it here on the stairs. I'm not an exhibitionist, believe it or not."

For an irritatingly tense moment there was no response. Kazuya blinked with an faintly lustful smirk as he pulled off his own shirt. He seemed to take the conditions into consideration and then quickly dropped the act. The look in his eyes expressed his displeasure better than his words could. "Maybe you are like she was, after all. Did you use that stubborn foolishness to seduce my son?" He advanced on the Korean once again, pushing him against the rail. "It's been a long time since someone has had the nerve to even suggest that I would abide by such pointless conditions. Your stupidity is almost commendable, if it wasn't so gravely detrimental."

"Who do you think you are to be calling me stupid?!" Hwoarang growled. He felt cornered, threatened and had no idea how he could possibly defend himself. "You fucking bastard! I'll show you stu--" Lips forcibly covered his before he could possibly finish that thought.

The bold breach of the first condition was nothing short of an order. The redhead tried to resist; tried to at least break out of the kiss, but the man grabbed a strong hold of his face and kept him still. The tongue that intruded his mouth was far more determined and defiant of his wishes than he was used to, taking all the enjoyment out of the typically intimate motion. He hadn't really known a kiss to hurt before, and it only brought on more regrets. He knew it was an order of submission and apparently Mishimas had a more extreme idea of what that entailed than he had originally imagined.

Kazuya was the one to end it. He inched back to spin the young man around, giving himself full access of the part he was most interested in. The sound of a zipper being undone alerted Hwoarang. Not only was his last condition about to be ignored, but was that bastard even going to use lube or prepare him first? "You can't just dive right in, buddy. If I show up at home with a bleeding ass, how the fuck am I going to explain that to Jin?"

"Using his given name? You're not a very good bitch." Something popped open as the demanding jerk suggested, "Tell him you were raped?"

"And lose whatever respect he might have for me? You're fucking insane."

"I wonder why people keep saying that to me?" Despite the inquisitive tone, it was obvious it was only a light joke. Kazuya leaned against the younger man's back to run his tongue over the smooth shoulder as he got something ready behind.

There were plenty of reasons to say no, but considering all would be denied if he did, Hwoarang didn't bother wasting the breath. A betrayal wasn't nearly as bad as going back to face Jin with both that betrayal and questionable injuries to explain.

Hwoarang closed his eyes and shook his head. "Fuck that. I can do whatever the fuck I want because I don't answer to him. Get on with it, old man!"

Deep laughter came from the Japanese, leaving the redheaded prey tense and ruffled like a startled cat. When the cold fingers went down to delve into the victim, drawing a groan and an involuntary shiver, Kazuya smirked and nipped at his ear. "Spread your legs a little more, bitch."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Quit calling me that!"

"Does your master know you're this disobedient?"

The fingers intruding him increased to three, but they were wet enough that the pain was down to a minimum. It was weird that a Mishima renowned for his sadistic nature would take such precautions. Unfortunately, the fingers that curved inward and stroked the sweet spot distracted him too much to attempt to make sense of anything. After a minute of trying to stabilize himself, he eventually gave in and shifted his legs further apart.

He could feel those eyes on him. He could sense that they were studying him with dark intent but he couldn't quite bring himself to comprehend why. When the fingers pulled out, he was left feeling exposed and empty far sooner than he wanted. The Korean shuddered off a creepy feeling in his gut and glanced over his shoulder to find the man staring at him. The slow grin growing on that scarred face only left him more confused.

Hwoarang looked away again, not wanting to see that face anymore. Whatever this was about, not knowing was driving him crazy! Sure it was obvious he was being used, but for what? What would sleeping with him help a Mishima accomplish? "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise this was only about you." The man chuckled, followed by the sound of his pants hitting the stairs.

"It isn't about me, it's about your damn offspri- Ahh!" A large mass suddenly forced its way in without warning. It hurt like hell! He groaned and squirmed, but once the feeling of being filled got to him, Hwoarang quickly forgot to be angry.

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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

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MMishima: Way shorter than four months - just one month this time! Good to see you're picking up on the psychological side of things. We think you even had a fair idea of what happened in this chapter was going to happen... :)