Like Twins

Pain. Lots of pain, and it was all that goddamn deceptive Hiro's part. Acting all wise and calm and whatnot and really being that vicious animal! It just wasn't cool! Hwoarang limped his way down the hallway toward his room. Every single muscle in his body was screaming at him for rest. At least the claw marks on his upper arms weren't bleeding anymore. They hadn't been very deep to begin with, but they stung like a bitch!

He grimaced at the stains on his vest; Might as well throw it out, because there was no way he could afford to get it cleaned in that lifetime. He reached out and opened the door of his room, trying to enter as quietly as possible until he realised that he was mad at everyone in that room, and then he just pushed the door open and walked in normally.

Zekkai was on Hwoarang's cot! The slut was fast asleep, and from the looks of that whole leg hanging over the edge, he was naked under that blanket too! The Blood Talon was asleep on the bed and Jin was laying on his back with his arm under Blood Talon's neck. He was awake, just watching his bedmate.

Hwoarang felt a pang of an emotion that he refused to acknowledge. Instead of making a fool of himself by getting angry, he tried to ignore it by closing the door and making his way through to the bathroom.

Smiling lightly over at the newly arrived redhead, Jin shifted a bit. It could have been his imagination, but to Hwoarang, it seemed like he had just snuggled closer to the other man in the bed. "Good evening," Jin whispered, "did you get lucky?"

Oh how he would love to humble that prick with a fist! Hwoarang sneered at the question, and walked into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door all the way. He stood in front of the mirror and carefully unzipped the vest. Ouch. A couple nasty bruises on his chest, there went his chances of tempting one of the Jins later with his body. Hwoarang dropped the vest on the floor. "Yeah, can't you tell by looking at me? I got laid in a fucking mosh pit."

"I told you," Jin spoke in an amused voice, "you're not going to get laid with Hiro or Kazama." How nice of the ass to keep pointing that out. As Hwoarang twisted on the faucets and got a cloth ready to clean the scratches on his arms, he felt two hands rest on his hips from behind. That damn cocky voice followed. "Have you given up already, or do you think you can be better for me than the other two can?"

"I don't know what the hell makes you think I'm interested in you." Okay, maybe that was a lame attempt. Everyone seemed to be wise to his obsession, but that didn't make a difference. As far as he was concerned, he'd deny it to his deathbed! He glanced at Jin through the mirror, hoping the guy bought it. "Even if I was, I hate to burst your bubble, but not everyone's idea of being with you involves worshipping you."

Jin laughed, but didn't seem to ridicule him. Still, it was bad enough to be considered that amusing. "I know you're interested in me. Very interested. But I don't expect you to worship me." He moved closer, slipping his arms around Hwoarang's torso and nuzzling the neck. "There are other ways for you to compete..."

Hwoarang put his hands on either side of the sink to stabilise himself. Had to think of something to turn himself off before it was too late and he had a hard on! Anything! Xiaoyu! Yes, that worked. He cupped one of his hands under the water and ran it over his scratches. Wasn't sure if people usually poured alcohol over something that shallow, so he wouldn't bother. "Oh yeah? How's that?"

Panting steadily against one of the Korean's ears, Jin whispered. "How that is?" He paused, letting his fingers trace the redhead's torso, flickering his tongue over the man's ear. With a content sigh, he resumed his whisper. "Worshipping isn't the only way to turn me on. It works for Zekkai, but it probably doesn't work for you."

That wasn't fair. Between the good Jin kicking his ass and the unattainable one coming on to him, he wasn't sure what to do anymore. His body was reacting in ways he would have very much preferred to hide. He swallowed a pant. "I'm not going to compete for you just to have you decide an hour later that you'd rather get it on with Doormat or your goddamn uncle."

The man chuckled lightly, running his lips along Hwoarang's skin down to the neck. He started sucking at it, first gently, then a little harder, and used his arms to pull their bodies together. After a while of that, Jin lifted his head again to speak in a husky voice. "You know I have no interest in them... it's you, Zekkai or Blood Talon." He started grinding himself firmly up against Hwoarang's backside as he added, "if you're the best, it will be you. Are you the best, Hwoarang?"

"Obviously you don't know me very well," the Korean replied, stifling a lustful moan. As soon as he had reasonable control over himself, he started moving away, grunting in annoyance as Jin teasingly tugged him back a little before the arms retracted and the Japanese backed off toward the door. Hwoarang turned around and leaned against the counter to watch the man. "I am the best, and I wouldn't insult myself by competing with people who are anything less. If you want those second-rate carbon copies, then there's something seriously wrong with you, not me."

With another chuckle, Jin moved closer again. "Who do you think you're kidding? You're already competing. I know you are, you know you are. If you're not going to compete further, that would be because you know you're not the best. But you and I both know that neither of them are that much better than you, if in fact they're better than you at all. So you'll keep trying. No use trying to hide it, Hwoarang." He leant in, resting his hands on Hwoarang's cheeks. Being rewarded with a scowl didn't seem to discourage him, as he placed a soft kiss on the Korean's lips. Turning around, he walked back to the doorway. "Good night." He whispered with a smile.

"Good night, my ass, you arrogant bastard." He wiped his mouth, trying his best to fake disgust. In a hushed mutter, he spoke at the man's back. "If you're planning on making your own personal harem of Hwoarangs, you can count me out. That Zekkai bitch of yours will just be lucky if I don't strangle him in his sleep for stealing my cot..."

Stopping and leaning against the doorframe, Jin smiled at him. "Harem? As fun as that sounds, it's not my style. Once I've figured out which one's the best, everyone else will be out of the picture. Figuring it out could take anything from a few hours up to a week, depending on how convincing the winner is."

The Japanese shrugged, then turned to face Hwoarang completely, taking a step forward to close the door behind him. "I want to see whether you're brave enough to face your emotions, or if you're a wimp. I know you liked my touches, I know you liked the grinding and you damn well liked the kiss. So I'll give you an offer that lasts twenty seconds. If you get on all fours for me right now, I promise I will fuck you. Immediately. You might not get this chance ever again."

Hwoarang blinked, rendered completely speechless for a few seconds. He couldn't believe Jin would even suggest that he do something so humiliating! The bewildered disbelief soon turned to embarrassment, even though he wasn't sure why, and then it settled on anger. The redhead crossed his arms and finally scoffed. "Let me tell you something, Master," he drew out the last word with as condescending a tone as he could manage. "I'll admit you're goddamn hot, and I'll admit I'm not made of stone, so yeah maybe I liked a couple of those, but I am not anyone's bitch. I will never be at your beck and call."

"I knew it." Jin said with a cocky grin, not seeming disappointed at all. "You can phrase it however you want, but you and I both know the truth. You're a wimp, Hwoarang. Wimp. And wimps are hardly the best." He twisted the doorknob, opening the door again.

Totally insulted and pissed off, Hwoarang grabbed the nearest object – a handful of tiny hotel soaps – and threw them at the man. He could no longer control the volume of his voice as he ranted. "You think they're better than me? Anyone could see that jaded emo bitch was using you to get his rocks off, and 'Blood Talon' is just a bitter twink! If all you want is someone who will obediently bend over for you, then say so, but don't you dare call whatever brainless bitch you choose the best!"

Not seeming to mind the soaps all too much, Jin shrugged. "It wouldn't have upset you so much if it wasn't true." He said in a slow, mild voice. With that, he closed the door behind him.

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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