Your Body: A Traitor
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Adult ++
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1
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7
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Your Body: A Traitor
Summary : Take Jin, Hwoarang, a lost key and a single channel. Mix up with a hint of drowsiness, the will of making a PWP and this is what you’ll get!
A/N : I was in the mood for a PWP tonight ^^… and this is the result, after 4 hours of writing. I still don’t own Jin and Hwoarang, but in the Namco universe they belong to each other, and everybody knows it ^_~. And I don't own Tekken, sadly, everything belongs to Capcom except Kwan who's my own character ^_^.
Your body: A Traitor
Hwoarang sighed as he got back in his Tokyo-located apartment. Fine if his current boyfriend wanted to spend the night somewhere else! He would just get in front of his computer and look at porn. The keyboard was under tons of sheet, mostly guitars tabs and lyrics. For a second, he stood there, wondering how the hell it was still working after so many sodas had been spilled on it and the sticky fingers that would find their way on the keys. The next second he was in the small kitchen, looking through the freezer for more soda. “No more… kuso! (Shit!)” He shook his head at the lack of food as well.
The cupboard wasn’t full either. Only a bag of chips was left, and that was what the redhead took, along with a glass of water. He came to sit back at the computer in an attempt at turning it on, with no luck. “FUCKING VIRUSES!” he swore as a “No disk – press any key to retry” message showed up on the monitor. Tonight was going to be a long night… no porn, no TV (cable had been cut out a week ago) and no computer at all. Hwoarang bent down to turn it off completely… and found the cause of the message. A floppy disk was in the drive. After all… there would be porn tonight.
He let out a sigh of relief when the music started. He could hear the modem dialling the number, and was surprised to see yet another message, warning him that there was no tone available. He picked up the phone from the computer desk and lift up the receiver; there was indeed no tone. “Bastards cut my connection as well! DAMN IT! Well, I’m gonna call… oh wait. I can’t call. Fucking shit… money-ruled world we live in…”
The bed was the last solution to evade the night. The problem was that he wasn’t tired, since he usually got to bed either with another guy late at night, or by himself early in the morning, when the sun started to rise. Even the game consoles didn’t seem appealing. “Kwan better get his ass here… I wanna get laid tonight…” Another sigh and he undressed himself, sending his Sonata Arctica T-shirt and black leather pants flying on the grey couch. One day he’d get a better one. The only consolation was that it was pretty comfortable… when someone else was with him. “Bleh… guess I’ll head to bed then.” On second thought, why would he go to bed alone? “KWAN DAMMIT COME BACK!” he screamed to himself, sitting down on the computer chair and crossing his arms.
The Korean youth glanced at the kitchen. It hadn’t been cleaned up for some time. And the moment he looked back at the entrance, something wasn’t right…
“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIND MY APARTMENT??!!!”
“I just had to follow you. There are not a lot of redheaded Koreans in Tokyo. Especially in this district.”
Hwoarang wanted to bash the man’s head on the wall. Why did Jin Kazama, out of all the people, had followed him? Why couldn’t it have been another attractive guy? “And how the fuck did you get in?”
The Japanese cocked his head to the right. “I heard you saying something about you wanting someone to come back, got curious… who’s… Kwan?” Seeing the man didn’t answer, he added “Your door was unlocked.”
‘Teaches me well to lock it next time…’ “Kwan’s my boyfriend. Anyways, just… get outta here, got it? I was going to bed!”
“It’s weird… I usually unlock my door, while you seem to lock it often from what you’ve been saying. Only this time, I locked it and forgot my keys in my place.”
Hwoarang chocked on his soda, sending more of it on the keyboard. “Well that’s a good one! So let me think… you’re thinking that I’m thinking about letting you sleep here, right?”
“Iie (no).”
“I don’t know if I’m gonna let you in, Kazama.”
“I know that. I didn’t even ask for anything” he answered casually, as if nothing in the world could bother him. “I don’t expect you to do anything for me, actually.”
The slightly taller man got up from his chair, picking up his clothes from the couch. “There’s water in the fridge. Nothing much else. I think I still have coffee somewhere… and I have no phone, no cable, and no Net.”
“I have my cellphone, don’t worry about that.” And the motherfucker had to rub it in his face by getting it out of its case, checking if he had any urgent messages. There was none, and he turned it off right after. “Thank you for letting me in, Hwoarang.”
“Yeah yeah yeah, don’t push your luck too far. You’re getting out of here as soon as I wake up. So for your own sake, let me sleep tomorrow morning. Afternoon if possible.” The Korean went to the tiny bedroom to get blankets for his rival and left for it again without a word. He came back in the living room once again, grabbing his CD player, a few discs and a glass of water. He had no intention of setting foot again in there as long as Jin Kazama was at his place.
Jin chuckled at the other male’s behaviour. Obviously, when he was here, he wasn’t alone, judging from the condoms located here and there in the room. He hadn’t even put back the chips bag in the cupboard. He also noted a broken window, and a hole in the wall, near the guitar and amplifier. The couch was probably the only piece of furniture which remained intact, even though it seemed that it was where Hwoarang spent most of his time. Why couldn’t he get a job? Maybe because he wasn’t married (and would never get married after all, homosexuality does that to you) and because he wasn’t even Japanese. Maybe the desire of working wasn’t even a part of Hwoarang’s everyday life.
He tried to lie down on the couch, which was a bit too small for him in terms of width. He was sure Hwoarang had no problem with that fact; but he wasn’t as slim as the redheaded man. Torn apart between getting his clothes off and keeping them on, he compromised. Off with the T-shirt.
An hour passed before Jin heard any noise. First of all, he wasn’t sleepy at all. Second, the couch really wasn’t helping, and finally, something was missing. The so-said noise was Hwoarang’s footsteps.
“Can’t sleep, Kazama.”
“I can’t sleep either. I’m not tired.”
Instead of walking to the couch, Hwoarang sat on the computer chair, picking up the remote even though there was no channel available… or so he thought. “HOLY SHIT… There’s still one channel left!” His eyes grew wide. The fact it was American pornography helped… “WHOAHAHA!” To hell with the simple chair! Jin moved away so the Korean could sit beside him, amazed at the turning of events. A movie, skin and boredom were the cause of all of this.
The redheaded youth decided to lay down on the couch, careful not to hit Jin with his feet, who simply gave him the blanket to cover his almost naked ‘gorgeous’ body. On his back, hair spread around a perverted smiling face, Hwoarang had something appealing in the eyes of the raven-haired boy. He had no idea if he would make the first move or what…
Hazel eyes closed for a short time. When he opened them, his Japanese rival was over him. If it had been a normal night, he would have pushed him off and kicked him until he could squeeze the blood with his own hands, like a towel. But it wasn’t an ordinary night… still he didn’t want to let it show. “AAAAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!”
“I thought you were attracted to guys. Maybe I was wrong though.”
“I am... but you… no idea.” No. Kazama was a rival. Not a sex god. A rival. A motherfucking good-looking rival, but a rival nonetheless. But sometimes, especially for men, the body tends to let it show. So did Hwoarang’s erection
…
‘Why do I have to be male… in such circumstances…?’
“Someone needs sex, it seems.” The comment made the slightly younger male blush and laugh shyly.
‘Your body: a traitor’.
“Then let me help you.” Jin lifted a hand to touch Hwoarang’s face; the skin felt so smooth under the fingers. With them, he traced the jaw line, stopping at the lips and moving to his cheeks, while his other hand ran around his chest. The Japanese’s dark brown eyes couldn’t – and didn’t want to – cut contact with the widely opened, opposite pair of hazel eyes, looking at him with such intensity… “I know a guy who’s going to get lucky tonight…”
“Cut the classic stuff.”
Their lips met for the first time. It hadn’t been a very deep kiss, or a long one, but it had confirmed their choice for what was coming next. The Korean’s attempt at introducing his tongue into his lover’s mouth was successful; Jin tasted good. If he had known that earlier… he would’ve tried to stop their rivalry. But now was not the time to think about this; it wasn’t even time to think… the hands that were previously on his chest and face had moved to his long, slender legs, sometimes stopping by the inner thighs.
Jin had no idea if he did things correctly or not. The things reassuring him were Hwoarang’s rapid breath and hips movement. He wanted to be fucked alright… now… how was he going to do it?
“I’m gonna show you, Kazama.”
THAT wasn’t expected.
“Come on. Lay on your back.”
The black-haired man obeyed, getting off the body under him then lying back again, wondering what the other was going to do to him. To tell the truth, he had never been with a man before. Sure, it wasn’t that bad… but did he really want Hwoarang to “show him?” Two fingers made their way to his mouth, as he could feel something wet around his own erected member. A mouth and the tongue inside it. Jin tried his best not to bite too hard on the other male’s fingers, which were still playing around in his own mouth. And now that they were covered in saliva…
Much to Jin’s despair, Hwoarang’s sucking motion stopped and the digits withdrew from the mouth. Just as he was getting used to it… The Korean’s face was now right in front of him, goofy smile and bright eyes. Such a cute sight…
“AAAAAAH!”
“Believe me, it’s better this way…” Hwoarang was whispering in his hear. Warm breath. “Else, it would hurt much more…” One finger was now inside him. It felt rather uncomfortable at first, but soon he got used to it. Another finger, another gasp. “Trust me… you’ll love it, baby…”
“Mmmmm…” He was right. It was getting – “AAAAH!” – pleasant. Jin turned his head left and right, trying to bear the pain. It would BETTER be good soon; else he knew what was going to happen.
“Here I go…” Jin felt something entering him, slightly bigger than the three fingers… he had a hard time not to scream. How could someone get used to that?! It was either impossible or… yeah, possible… very possible… even… good… Hwoarang came out of him slowly, and then pushed him again. Hard. And again. Harder. The raven-haired grabbed what he could of the couch. It was hurting, but at the same time it felt so damn good…
“Oh… mmmm Hwoarang……… harder… please…”
“With pleasure.” The request was taken care of with a grin, and the Taekwondo fighter’s thrusts increased with power and speed, sending Jin almost over the edge. As he was reaching climax, Hwoarang stopped on purpose.
“AAAAAAH COME ON! Please… Hwoarang… don’t stop…”
Another grin spread on his face. “Hehehe… you’ll see…” He waited about a twenty seconds before pushing inside his mate, alternating between slow and fast, hard and weak. Jin’s own hips had got into the rhythm, and hell did he enjoy it. The Korean’s right hand went straight to the other’s throbbing shaft in an up and down motion, not leaving him much choice but to spill himself on his chest…
“OOOH JIIIIIIN!... Nnn… Aaaah…” And Hwoarang did the same inside Jin, before collapsing on top of him.
THAT had been great.
Maybe too short.
“Think you… you… could do the same… with me?”
“I-I-I can always try…”
Hwoarang got out of Jin, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t really want to get off the couch to get on his back; the floor was cold… The Japanese easily remedied to that problem, grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him so he was now under him. He took a hold of Jin’s hand and stuck two fingers inside his mouth, hungrily sucking and nibbling on them, his eyes half-closed, while the other hand moved on his chest and sides.
The Karate fighter’s fingers now wet enough, he knew what to do. After checking on the redhead if he was ready (which he got more of a moan than an actual answer), he slowly entered one finger inside him. Hwoarang cringed as usual, but relaxed a second after. Same when the second digit entered him, and the third. Before getting his own member inside, Jin bent down and brought the youth into a deep kiss, their tongues meeting once again. This served as a distraction and he pushed himself into him. If they wouldn’t have been in the middle of a kiss, Hwoarang would’ve either screamed or bit his lips; both were impossible, and his grip on Jin’s hands was tighter.
Pushing gently in and out at first, he was asked (or rather forced, due to the redhead’s pelvic thrusts) to go faster and harder, much like he had done a few minutes ago. Arms wrapped around his neck as the redhead forced him to get in a sitting position on the edge of the couch. It gave Jin the opportunity to access his lips easily, and to have more control over his thrusts.
Hwoarang felt the Japanese’s mouth running over his neck, shoulders and chest, sometimes lapping around. Their lips met for a third time, and didn’t separate for a longer time than three seconds for a good while. He practically didn’t have much effort to do, since Jin’s powerful arms lifted him up and down on his shaft at a nice rate, impaling him with pleasure all the time. The only thing he could do was to moan, more and more, every time it was possible to do so.
Once again, the black-haired man switched positions, this time putting the other guy in a diagonal position, almost horizontal, despite he was still seated. It meant that their long kiss would stop… Jin brought him back close to him after, his hand meeting with his lover’s member. This time, Hwoarang had been louder, screaming the man’s name as he came into the other male’s hand, still showered with kisses. After a few more thrusts, it was Jin who reached climax and emptied himself inside Hwoarang, who had now buried his face in the broad shoulders, using him as a pillow.
Breathing fast, still shaking from the orgasm, Jin Kazama fell back on the back of the couch, still inside his mate. He could still feel the redhead’s warm breaths in neck. Was he asleep already? He would’ve continued, but if Hwoarang wasn’t a part of it… nope, it wouldn’t be the same.
Quick look at the clock. Four in the morning. “Whew… got to do that more often…” The Korean’s hazel eyes still weren’t open. He was definitely sleeping soundly. The raven-haired youth got up from the couch, holding Hwoarang in his arms, legs wrapped up around his waist.
In the bedroom, he didn’t put him on the bed right away, but stood up, looking at a fast asleep, angelic Hwoarang…
He’d have to lose his keys more often from now on.
A/N 2: Maybe I'll add another chapter with a threesome... hehe... got some ideas going on ^^. Anyways, please review! It feels good knowing that people love the fic ^_^.