Rise from the ashes

Title: Rise from the ashes
Author: YaminoBaku (me- duh).
Pairing: HwoarangxJin
Rating: NC-17, you've been warned xP
Summary: Sequel to 'The Only Thing'. Set in Hwoarang's POV. Hwoarang finds himself defeated by his rival, but is unable to accept it. He tries to convince Jin to stay a little longer before he moves on, but memories of what happened after the 4th tournament keeps Jin around even longer.
Warnings: Yaoi- M/M, lemon, swearing, slight spoilers if you haven't played Tekken 5.
Notes:This is a one-shot I suppose. But it's about 17 pages long. Writing in chapters has never really appealed to me *shrugs* Just make sure you've got plenty of time on your hands when you decide to read it xD.
Disclaimer: In no way do I own Tekken or any of the featured characters in this story.

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Holy shit, that hurt… that really hurt.

I’m lying on the ground clutching at my side that Kazama practically embedded his whole fist into. I feel winded, and I’m unable to stand. But I can’t let it end like this. I can’t let the only thing I have just walk away from me. However selfish that sounds, I’m a stubborn bastard and Kazama better get use to it, if he hasn’t already. He’s staring down at me in almost a respectful way. I would’ve yelled at him to stop it, but I didn’t have it in me. From what he told me before our fight started, this whole business with his family sounded serious. I knew he had to go, but I wouldn’t let him without putting up another fight.

He turned around and slowly started walking away from me and the burning temple that was chosen for our fight. I wearily pushed myself onto my side, sub-consciously reaching out to Kazama.

‘I will not accept defeat,’ I said to him, my voice barely audible, even to myself. Kazama heard me however and stopped in his tracks. He turned his head enough for me to see half his face. A face that I had missed gazing at over the past few months we hadn’t seen each other.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll be back,’ he said to me softly before walking on ahead to proceed out of the still burning arena.

‘Kazama… … wait!!’ I basically yelled at him with the small amount of strength I could muster at the time.

He kept on walking for a few moments before stopping again. He turned around to face me fully, but he didn’t say anything.

I breathlessly pushed myself up to my feet, almost doubling over in the pain I felt.

‘Don’t leave yet…’ I said staring at the concrete, feeling ashamed of my desperation in a way. I then looked up to see Kazama walk over to me. The glow from the flames around us making his torso look more tempting than it already was.

He stopped a foot in front of me and just stared, not a hint of emotion on his face. The heat waves around us making his hair sway in front of his dark eyes. I had to look away again. It was like he was staring straight into my soul.

‘What do you want?’ he asked me. I was somewhat surprised that he didn’t sound impatient. I knew he didn’t have to stay one more second if he didn’t want to.

‘Like you don’t know?!’ I raised my voice at him, still turned away from his gaze. This whole situation was starting to make me feel vulnerable.

‘You need to rest for now. Your injuries need time to..’

‘I’m not fucking talking about that! Shit man, don’t you know what I..’ I stopped in mid-sentence, unable to finish it. So Kazama finished it for me, looking down at his feet before speaking.

‘Is this about what happened after the last tournament?’ he asked me, staring at the flaming pieces of wood beside us before lifting his gaze to me.

‘What do you fucking think?!’ I yelled at him. I immediately regretted it however. I felt the injuries in my stomach muscles protest as I raised my voice. I also felt regret for yelling at Kazama. He didn’t deserve it, but I didn’t know how else to express myself.

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes.

‘Yes, it’s about what happened after the 4th tournament..’ I said calmly, sounding almost defeated by my own confrontational nature towards Kazama. I knew by now that yelling at the guy wouldn’t get me anywhere.

‘Tell me, Kazama. What exactly was all that about?’ I asked him, trying to sound as patient as I possibly could.

I saw Kazama open his mouth to say something, but to my surprise he stopped. Kazama always came across as a person who knew how to answer any question thrown his way. I smirked, this was proving to be interesting. I quickly took advantage of the situation before Kazama could say anything.

‘What’s wrong, Kazama?’ I sneered at him, walking up closer so our chests were almost touching. I tilted my head up so I could whisper in his ear.

‘Was the sex that damn good that it’s left you speechless?’ I basically breathed my last sentence out. Noting how Kazama’s body tensed slightly at my new found control over the conversation I saw out of the corner of my eye how Kazama’s chest rose and fell more quickly than usual. I stepped forward into Kazama’s personal space even more, his heated bare skin as smooth as I remembered it to be. I dragged a hand up his thigh, feeling the material of his white, black and gold gi pants ruffle up under my fingers. I leaned my head down and brushed my lips over the curves of his strong neck. It was salty and somewhat sweet to the taste because of the beads of sweat that ran down his skin. I heard Kazama breathe out, his breath shaky. I felt a strong gloved hand grip my arm in a firm hold. For a moment I thought Kazama was going to push me away, but on the contrary, he pulled me impossibly closer to his body. I attempted to run my hand up his body further, until I found his other hand stop me from doing so.

I brought my head back to its neutral position and stared questioningly into Kazama’s hazel eyes.

‘If we are to continue this, it must be after this tournament is over. I need to go, Hwoarang. This tournament is much more dangerous than you realize. And he must be stopped before he destroys everything. I cannot let it happen.’

Kazama’s grip on my arm and hand tightened. Even more than it did when he talked about his mother to me those few months ago.

Lust, anger and confusion coursed through my veins at that moment. I was about to shove Kazama off me until he let go of both my arm and hand, to bring his own up to the side of my face delicately.

‘But I will stay true to my word. After this is all over, you can come to me and do what you feel you need to. But right now, you have to let me do what I feel I need to.’

I stared at Kazama for a long moment, letting what he had said sink in. Rather than bounce it off me with dislike and arrogance.

I looked down at Kazama’s arm that was reaching out to me, some of my red hair falling in front of my eyes. I brought my head back up swiftly, tossing my hair out of my face in the process. I sniffed casually and tried to avoid Kazama’s soft but determined gaze. But it was a losing battle.

‘Fine,’ I said eventually.

Kazama smiled slightly at me before taking his hand away from my face. He turned around, but before he could take a step, I raised my voice to him.

‘Hey!’

He turned back around, a questioning look to his eyes. I smirked at him.

‘Don’t I get a goodbye kiss?’

My smirk widened at the slight blush that surfaced on my rival’s cheeks. He blinked a few times, looking at anything else but me as he closed the inches between us.

When his lips met mine I instantly felt like melting into a puddle of goo. The kiss was slow, with a certain romantic feeling about it that I wasn’t too fond of, but I went with it. I pressed my lips to his more insistently, running my tongue over his lower lip before pressing it into his mouth without much permission.

We stayed locked together like that for about a minute. To anyone else it would’ve seemed like a fucking eternity. But it wasn’t long enough for me.

Eventually, Kazama pulled his tongue from my mouth and ended the kiss. I saw his eyes flutter open and stare into mine for a short while before he turned around and walked off, without saying another word.

I watched him leave this time, until I could see nothing more than the fiery trail he walked.

I turned in the opposite direction and started walking away also, with something between an excited smile and smirk on my lips.

Even though I was now out of the tournament, and still pretty much faking the ability to walk without wincing in pain. My blood was pumping with a certain excitement that no one else but Kazama could bring out of me.

I smirked to myself one last time before disappearing into the night.

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‘Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!’

I’m two blocks away from the damn gas station, and my bike decides to run out of petrol now.

I climb off the bike and kick the side of it in annoyance, thinking that I had to then pull it over to the side of the road. A car behind me beeps impatiently for me to hurry up. I immediately stop to re-park my bike in the middle of the road. I turn around to see the driver; he was dressed in a dark blue corporate suit, with short brown hair and wearing glasses. I sneered and casually walked up to the front of his car, knocking on the hood with my knuckles a few times. I see the driver stare at me, his brow knitted together in confusion. I took a small step back, bringing my leg right up beside my head before letting the force of my kick land on the hood of the bastard’s metallic green car. I heard him yell at me from inside.

‘What in the hell do you think you’re doing, you punk?!’

I held my hands up to him in a ‘wait’ gesture. Because of the now crumpled hood, I easily lifted it up. I started tampering around with various parts around the engine, until I spotted something. I brought my hand up and punched it down, oil squirting out all over my gloved hand.

I let the hood fall back into place. I walked around to the guy’s window. He was holding a cell phone to his ear, no doubt reporting me to the police. I knocked on his window for him to wind it down. The man looked at me cautiously before pressing a button, and the window automatically slid down.

I reached my oil-drenched hand into the car and patted the guy around his shoulders and chest, staining his expensive looking suit.

‘Yeah, it seems you need an oil change,’ I said to him.

Just when I was about to withdraw my hand from the car, I grab his phone off him. I held it in mid-air before carelessly letting go of it so it fell to the concrete. I then stood on it, hard.

The guy in his car just stared at me in utter shock and disbelief. I walked away from his car and back to my motorbike. I walked it over to the side of the road. I looked behind me to see the guy get out of his car and proceed to push it back and away from me. Then he walked into a café on the corner of the street we were on, no doubt to use a phone to get a tow-truck in. I doubted he would attempt to try calling the cops on me again.

But then I realized my own dilemma. That gas station was still two blocks away. I let out a disgruntled sigh and proceeded to push my bike the rest of the way there.

‘This freaking bites,’ I mumbled to myself as cars sped past me.

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Once I had reached the gas station and refueled my bike, I rode back home to my cramped three-room apartment.

I stepped through the door and almost stood on the mail that had been pushed through the slot since I had been away. I had been out of town for a few days, meeting up with some old gang members and doing a few jobs. And for not that much money either.

I removed my biking goggles off my forehead while reaching down to grab the mail. I threw my goggles onto the kitchen bench a few feet from me and sat down on a nearby chair.

A few of the envelopes I threw away instantly. And I screwed up the warning notice my landlord had left me, concerning two months unpaid rent money. I didn’t even bother to look at the rest, I chucked them on the chair as I stood up, walking through into the bathroom to take a shower.

15 minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist and another towel in my hand, rubbing at the back of my head.

I walked through into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The door opened too widely and banged against the chair nearby, causing the mail I had thrown onto it to fall to the floor. Some of the envelopes ending up near my feet. I bent down and picked them up. I was about to discard them to the trash until I noticed one envelope I hadn’t look at. I inhaled sharply as I saw a logo in the corner, and underneath it read:

‘Mishima Zaibatsu’.

I stared at the envelope for a moment, almost as if I was expecting it to open by itself. I flung the towel I had in my hand over my shoulder and practically ripped the envelope open. I pulled the letter out and unfolded it. My heart was hammering away in my chest, a small smile on my lips and excitement in my eyes as I read the letter.

Hwoarang,

As you probably already know, I was victorious in the tournament. The world is safe again, for now.

This is a private invitation for you to gain entrance to Mishima Zaibatsu.

Come whenever you are ready.

Regards,

Jin Kazama.

It had been almost a month since I saw Kazama. I smiled down at the letter, like it had sentimental value to me in a way. My smile vanished however as a thought crossed my mind. I ran through into the bathroom, picking up my jeans and rummaging through the pockets. I found what I was looking for as I pulled out a few hundred-dollar notes. I then looked at the letter again in my other hand.

The money I earned doing various jobs for a friend was meant to pay off my over-due rent payments.

My gaze went back and forth between the money and the letter. Until finally I shoved both into one hand.

I made up my mind. I didn’t care if I got kicked out of this dump. Kazama was waiting for me.

I walked back out to the kitchen and put the money and the letter on the bench. I reached for the phone book that was under a few empty bourbon bottles. I walked up to the phone on the wall, having to re-wrap the towel around my waist. Through my excitement and running around, it worked itself loose and was about to slip off my hips.

I flicked through the phone book until I found the local airport’s number. I picked up the phone and dialed it in. Within a short while, someone answered the phone.

‘I want to book a flight to Yakushima, Japan.’ I spoke into the phone, looking up to glance at my Tae Kwon Do outfit hanging on the coat hanger on my bedroom door. The guy on the phone spoke to me again.

‘What day will you be flying?’

The answer to that was simple.

‘Today, and as soon as possible.’

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-5 hours later-

I gazed out the window and looked over the wing of the plane, seeing clouds miles below. But even though the view was relaxing to look at, I was getting restless. Mostly because I’m not one to sit around on my ass for hours. Hence the reason why I have a motorbike, it gets you to where you want to go quicker, and you never get stuck in traffic. But I do get pulled up more often, however.

I let out an impatient sigh and pressed the service button above my head several times, thinking it would make the air hostess get here quicker.

A few seconds later a girl no older than me walks up to my seat, her skirt so short it looked like she was wearing a belt.

‘May I help you?’ she asked in a squeaky voice, chewing on some gum rather loudly.

I tried to ignore her cheap attitude.

‘How much longer until we arrive?’ I asked her.

She looked at her watch, then looked back at me, chewing some more. I was scared the gum was going to fall out of her mouth and into my lap.

‘About 20 minutes,’ she told me before walking to the back of the plane.

Even though 20 minutes wasn’t that long to wait, I was still restless. I was feeling something between a giddy schoolgirl and someone who was waiting for the results of an important test. But it was a good feeling. And I only felt it when I knew I was going to fight Kazama.

I sighed again and played with one of my belt buckles around my thigh, agitated that the plane couldn’t go any fucking faster.

I stared out the window for about 10 minutes, thinking about Kazama. I couldn’t wait to land a kick right to his mid-section where he had injured me last time. But I also couldn’t wait to kiss the hell out of him too. He may have came across as someone with tainted innocence, but when he kissed me, god damn he was anything but!

I smiled to myself; I missed the closeness we shared those months ago.

Just in that moment, I heard the pilot say that we would land soon. I could barely contain my excitement as I looked out the window again to see the city of Yakushima in the distance.

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Once the plane landed and parked, I practically skipped off the damn thing. Happy to have some fresh air at last. The plane was quite small, about the size of a bus and with single aisles on each side of it. With barely enough leg room for a toddler to move! But it was all I could afford.

I didn’t bother to go and collect my baggage; I didn’t bring any with me in the first place. Just my bike that was transported here on another plane.

I walked through the terminal until I found the holding bay for vehicles. I showed the man standing at the door my passport and my plane ticket, the number on it confirming my entry. He opened the door for me.

‘The guy’s in there will get your vehicle for you, sir,’ he said before closing the automatic locking security door.

I saw in the distance a plane that was being unloaded with cars. I ran up to the plane and waved one of the men down to assist me. The guy that walked over to me reminded me of that over-confident cocky bastard I had to fight second in the tournament. Marduk I think his name was. Can’t barely remember, he wasn’t that much of a challenge anyway.

I handed the guy my plane ticket, and he looked over the clipboard he was holding. He looked down the list of names and numbers then ticked my name off when he came to it.

‘Right, your vehicle’s in with this lot here we’re unloading. Give us a few minutes and we’ll get it for you,’ the guy told me.

I nodded and waited for the other men to finish unloading the few cars they were beforehand.

Eventually the guy with the clipboard walked into the back of the huge plane. A few moments later he emerged with my bike, walking it down the ramp carefully. I smiled at his curtsey, and mostly for being careful with my bike.

‘Nice pair of wheels you’ve got here,’ he said, parking it in front of me.

He pulled out his clipboard again and handed it to me with a pen.

‘Just sign beside your name and you’re ready to go, dude.’

I scribbled my signature quickly before handing the clipboard back the guy.

‘Thanks,’ I said as I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my keys. I pushed my motorbike key into the ignition and turned it to the right, the engine starting up. I hopped onto the seat and revved the engine up a bit before kicking the stand back with my left foot and taking off.

I rode out of the holding bay and out the long driveway which lead to the road out of the airport, and onto a highway.

I rode straight for a few minutes before seeing a road sign attached to the side of a bridge that went overhead. It didn’t really help me.

I knew that the Mishima Zaibatsu was in this city somewhere. I decided to keep riding straight until I would spot another sign.

Half an hour later I finally found a sign that was of help! It was on a rather sharp corner, and read ‘Mishima Zaibatsu 23 miles.’

My heart jumped. It wasn’t long now until I could kick Kazama’s ass all over again.

I screeched around the corner, the wheels of my bike protesting at the sharp turn I made. My eyes were starting to get sore from riding so long without my goggles on. I reached up to my forehead to bring them down and over my eyes, instantly feeling the difference.

With a new found motivation to get to Kazama even quicker than I already was, I increased the speed I was going. A grin on my face that hadn’t really gone away since I received that letter.

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I arrived at the Mishima Zaibatsu gates roughly 10 short minutes later. I pushed my goggles up to my forehead, pushing my hair back with them in the movement.

I stopped my bike and parked it. Getting off it, I walked up to the small speaker beside the gate. I pressed the button below it before speaking into it.

‘Hey Kazama, you there?’

‘Please state your name’ spoke the unfamiliar voice.

‘Hwoarang’ I said back to it.

‘Do you have an invitation?’ the voice spoke to me in an all too official manner.

I reached into my front pocket and pulled out the letter Kazama sent me.

‘Yeah I got it right here’.

‘Please hold the bottom right corner of the page up to the speaker’.

I blinked at the speaker for a moment before doing as it asked. To my surprise a small pen-sized camera poked through from the center of the speaker. It flashed an ultra violet light over the bottom right corner of the letter. Obviously something was printed there in an invisible ink. The camera quickly withdrew back to where it came from and the machine type voice spoke to me again.

‘You have been confirmed. Welcome to Mishima Zaibatsu. Please bring your vehicle up to the main entrance of the estate and Master Jin Kazama will be with you shortly.’

I almost laughed out loud at the tight security of the place.

I walked back to my bike and started it up again as the huge gates opened for me. I drove through and followed the long driveway up to the main entrance. I got off my bike again and looked around. There were endless gardens of flowers, and huge lush trees. Every one of them seemed to have a different bird perched on it, singing a different tune from the rest. I was drinking the sight in so much that I didn’t even notice the man standing at the now open doors of the Zaibatsu.

‘Master Kazama is waiting for you.’

‘Um, thanks I can take it from here,’ I heard a familiar voice from behind the suit and sunglass clad servant.

I almost drooled in that moment.

There Kazama stood. Wearing a patterned caramel colored button down silk shirt, with a darker caramel colored pair of pants. He looked like a walking talking candy bar! But the color however really did bring out his honey shaded eyes.

I saw the ‘suit’ bow slightly before Kazama then turned to leave elsewhere.

Kazama let out a small sigh and smiled at me, walking down the steps to greet me.

‘I’m glad you came. Can’t say I’m surprised you got here so quickly though’ he said, his smile widening as he now stood in front of me.

‘I’m happy you know me so well,’ I sneered at him, laughing a bit to show my unusual light heartiness. I ran my eyes down his body, his shiny clothing catching the light of the afternoon sun.

‘You’re looking good’ I commented bringing my gaze up to look in his eyes. I saw him blush a bit at the comment before he smiled at me, resuming his composure.

‘Come on in,’ he said as he turned around and walked back up the steps to the doorway. I followed him up but voiced my concern before stepping through.

‘What about my bike?’ I asked. Kazama turned around to look at it.

‘It’ll be fine, you did notice how tight the security is around here didn’t you?’ he said, laughing lightly.

I took another glance at my bike before nodding and finally stepping through the doorway with Kazama.

‘If it gets stolen, you’re buying me a new one, rich boy’. I smirked through my comment. Kazama smiled and laughed back at me, almost like he was expecting me to say something like that.

We walked down a long hallway, lit up by dull lights on each side. It reminded me of a clique vampire’s mansion. But the place had a warm feeling about it, or maybe that was just because Kazama was walking a mere few inches beside me.

We eventually made our way out to what looked to be a lounge area. But with the dozens of paintings on the walls around us, it looked more like a fucking art gallery. I walked up to a painting and observed it for a while, before noticing Kazama out of the corner of my eye. He was pacing around uncomfortably, walking around a long red leather couch. It seemed that he wasn’t even yet use to his new life style; of being so in charge.

I decided to at least try and make it easier for him.

‘So what other cool rooms have you got to show me apart from this art gallery? I said to him, grinning.

He looked over to me, something running through his mind by the way he delayed his answer to me.

‘There’s the sparring arena…’

I felt my heart jump-start. I smirked in almost an evil way at Kazama.

‘You must have read my mind’ I said, walking past Kazama to stare at the wall behind him.

‘Well, lead the way,’ I said, turning my head to face him, waiting for him to walk us in a direction.

He walked across the room and turned right down yet another hallway. I quickly walked to catch up with him. I marveling at even the simple way his body moved while he walked. I could smell the cologne he was wearing, it almost made my mouth water at the delicious vanilla like scent to it. Kazama was irresistible, and it didn’t even seem like he noticed it. I wanted to be close to him, to re-explore the plains of his body all over again. To see that look of ecstasy that made my knees feel like jelly. I craved it more than I did the thought of kicking his ass.

After a few more minutes of walking, Kazama finally stopped in front of a door. I accidentally bumped into him from behind, my mind having been else where at the time.

He looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly.

He let me walk through first. The first thing I saw were huge windows across the room, letting the sunlight stream in. But I also noticed a fireplace on the right side of the room, and a huge bed on the other side. I frowned slightly, my heart picking up it’s pace.

‘I think you’ve got the wrong room, Kazama..’ I said, turning to face him. But by the look he gave me, it seemed this was the exact place he had planned to lead me.

His eyes never left mine as he walked through the door, closing it behind him with his body, making it seem like I had no where to run. My breath quickened at the lustful gaze he gave me, as he slowly walked up to where I stood.

I looked over the features of his face, his lips parted and looking as tempting as ever. I felt an extreme warmth and excitement within me. Kazama slowly brought his hands up and threaded them through my hair, pulling my lips to his in the process.

I moaned instantly at the warmth of his mouth, almost like I had fallen under a spell. I felt his strong arms wrap around my body, a hand trailing down my back to rest at my hip. His kiss was so insistent, and I could feel through his lips that he had missed this just as much as I had. I started kissing him back with equal passion and lust, my hands all over him, feeling as if he would slip out of my arms if I didn’t hold him tight enough. After a short while, Kazama pulled back from me, my head still in his hands.

‘I have missed you,’ he said, his voice low and genuine. ‘And up until I saw you arrive here, I didn’t realize how much. This place is so big and lonely, I was beginning to miss the way you argued with me,’ he laughed his last sentence out then smiled at me warmly.

I smiled back and shook my head slowly, thinking about the loneliness I had also felt, even though I hated to admit it at first. I couldn’t hold anything back from Kazama, I knew that now.

‘You have no idea..’ I said to him, looking down at his lips before kissing them again quickly.

‘So did you bring me here just to show the view from the windows, or was there another reason?’ I asked, quirking an eyebrow up at him. I saw him blush for about the billionth time.

‘Well I… ‘ he trailed off, looking behind me at the room.

‘You’re terrible at this, Kazama. You know that?’ I said smirking and snickering at how Kazama was handling the whole ‘seducing’ act.

‘I was kind of hoping that once we got here, you’d take control. If you take my meaning…’ Kazama trailed off, looking all over the features of my face while he spoke.

I shivered at the mere thought. Kazama beneath me on that bed, writhing in pleasure. Yeah, I could do that, I thought to myself. I grabbed Kazama by the hand, pulling him over to the cream coloured bed. I grinned before pushing Kazama back onto it, stopping before I joined him. The silky strains of hair falling in front of his face like usual, seeing his dark smoldering gaze from beneath them. I couldn’t look away if someone forced my eyes shut. The thought of dominating Kazama always sent shivers down my spine, but this was a bit different. The feeling however was stronger than anything I had felt before. He was lying in front of me perched up on his elbows, his lustful stare making it impossible for me to look anywhere else. He basically had me in the palm of his hand without knowing it.

I crawled onto the foot of the bed, Kazama scooting up in the process to give me room. I knelt there for a while, running my gloved hand up his silky shirt, loving the feel of it beneath my fingers. I quickly brought my hand up to my mouth and ripped my glove off with my teeth, wanting nothing between my skin and Kazama’s. I skimmed my hand up his thigh, then reached my bare hand beneath his shirt. My fingertips dancing over smooth well-muscled skin, it almost felt as if he had become a hell of a lot stronger since last we did this. My fingers dipped in and out between the strong curves of his wash board stomach, then up more to trace small patterns around his ribs. I saw Kazama close his eyes in pleasure, arching his back slightly, the action telling me he wanted more. I eagerly complied to his silent plea.

I withdrew my hand from under his shirt and yanked my other glove off, throwing it to the side of the bed. I was about to reach up to the zipper of my green and orange vest, that is until Kazama beat me to it. He gripped the zip firmly then tugged it down, the vest flying wide open. But for the most part it still remained on me because of the toggle connecting both sides of the vest together situated at the collar. I pinched the offending plastic and pulled the elastic out, allowing me to tug the vest over my head and off completely. I saw Kazama looking me over, hunger in his eyes. I quickly set to work on ridding him of his clothes also. I reached up to the second button of his shirt, the first already having been undone. I undid each small black button, until I reached the last one and just ripped his shirt open, the last remaining button flying across the room in the movement. I felt my mouth lose all its moisture and my pants tighten considerably in that moment. Kazama shrugged out of the shirt and threw it around me, each of its sleeves hanging over my shoulders. Kazama grabbed both sleeves and tugged, pulling me towards him. I reached out a hand on the mattress to stop myself from falling completely on Kazama. He stared at me, a playful look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. He pulled me closer and crushed his lips to mine, searching my mouth with his tongue. I moaned again, his kisses were so addictive. I slowly pushed my hips against his, his legs widening slightly so I could settle between them as we kissed. My hand clutched at the sheets below us in desire, while my other slowly traced Kazama’s collarbone. I moved it down lower still, running over his shoulder and down his arm, I felt the skin there to be rougher than the rest of his skin, and slightly raised. I pulled back from his lips to look at what my hand was touching, the silk shirt slipping off my back. I realized it was the mysterious black tattoo that my fingers were tracing. But then a thought popped into my mind. Kazama didn’t seem like a person to tattoo himself purposely.

‘How did you get that, Kazama?’ I asked him, seriousness in my voice.

He didn’t look down to where I was looking, as he already knew. He frowned slightly before answering.

‘I would rather not say,’ he told me before carrying on.

‘And please, learn to use my first name,’ he said winking at me and pulling me down for another lust filled kiss.

I moaned yet again, thrusting my hips against him in eagerness to feel more of him. I felt his hard length press into my hip; I smirked to myself while pressing mine into his hip also. I heard Jin moan softly, his breath hitching in his throat as my hips continued their onslaught. I broke away from his delicious lips to run my mouth down his neck, stopping at the junction between his neck and his shoulder to suck gently. Jin’s hands ran up and down my back as he just lay there and enjoyed what I was doing to him. Soon his hands began to slip down lower and lower until I felt him grip my ass and pull me forward, so there was absolutely no space left between our lower regions. I dug my teeth in his skin, panting against him as he held me to him. The feeling of being rubbed from the front and behind being too much to take, and when he let my ass go to move his hand around to my groin I thought I would go crazy.

‘That feel good?’ he whispered into my ear. I answered him by thrusting my still clothed length against his warm hand. His other hand moved up to start undoing my pants, but I soon realized that there was a problem with that already. I practically had to wrench myself away from Jin to look down at my belt buckled legs. I didn’t have the patience to undo each and every one of them; I wanted Jin in that very moment and didn’t want anything getting in my way. Jin apparently noticed the problem with my attire also. He quickly undid my belt and held onto each side of my unzipped pants, taking a deep breath and hardening his grip.

‘I’ll buy you a new pair, I promise’.

He said before letting out a yell and ripping my jeans completely in half. I would’ve yelped in surprise, but I let out a groan instead. I loved the strength Jin used in that instant, showing me he felt the same desperation and need. I desired him even more in that moment, if that was even remotely possible. I turned around and hung my legs over the end of the bed, pulling he remains of my jeans and buckles off my legs. I felt Jin shuffle up behind me and wrap his arms around my bare waist, his tongue running up my neck and nibbling gently on my ear. I tried to ignore his sensual advances on me and pulled off my steel-capped boots and socks. I was about to reach up to take my goggles off also, but Jin stopped me.

‘Keep them on’, he said, his voice low and husky in my ear.

I closed my eyes and felt like a rag doll in his arms as he pulled me from behind and back onto the bed, just in my dark orange silk boxers now. I turned around to face Jin, lying on his back again, a soft pillow beneath his head. I bent down and kissed his forehead, some of his dark bangs sticking to my wet lips. I moved down and kissed a trail down his body, stopping to suck gently at his hips, dipping my tongue into the crevices of his muscles. I heard Jin moan loudly, his hips arching off the bed, desperate for more contact. My fingers worked quickly as I nimbly undid his belt, it made a whipping sound as I pulled it out and threw it to the ground. The hard metal of the buckle itself making a loud thump as it hit the polished wooden floor. I smirked down at the obvious bulge in Jin’s pants as I undid them, slipping them down along his strong thighs. I massaged him through the black fabric of his underwear, a light sheen of sweat covering his body. I quickly resumed pulling his pants the rest of the way off, tugging off his black chunky boots in the process, gripping his socks also and pulling them off with his shoes.

I took a moment to look over Jin’s body again, not being able to get enough of it. The sunlight that shone off his body a reddish orange color. I looked to the right and out the windows to see the sun was setting. I felt Jin reach a hand up and turn my head back to face him, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I quickly sucked his thumb into my mouth, licking over it teasingly, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I let go of his thumb and looked down to the black pair of underwear he still wore. I thought it was about time I was rid of them. I dragged my fingers down Jin’s chest, to his abdomen, then tucked my fingers under the hem of his underwear, pulling them down his thighs. I bent down to suck gently on the side of his shaft, causing a surprised gasp to escape Jin.

I smiled up at him before pulling back to take his underwear off completely, throwing them over my shoulder carelessly. I licked my lips at the sight; Jin lying before me as naked as the day he was born. I was surprised not to see a blush on Jin’s cheeks, just an enticing glance that made my length twitch in need. I pulled my boxers off, throwing them over my shoulder also. Jin sat up and held both of my hips in his strong hands, looking up at me teasingly before taking my length completely into his mouth. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth together, letting out a long low moan that erupted from my throat. My legs shook even though I was kneeling; I needed to grab onto something. My hands immediately sought the comfort of Jin’s soft black strains, massaging the back of his head as I pulled him closer, causing him to take me deeper in his mouth. He set a rhythm, slowly and torturously bringing his mouth back and forth over me again and again. I whimpered as I felt I couldn’t hold out much longer, Jin’s flicking tongue not helping the matter much at all. I almost fell forward in desperation, but Jin pulled back from me, licking his lips.

My vision was blurred, my need having been so great at the time that it almost blinded me. But I understood why Jin didn’t finish me off with his mouth, that he was merely preparing me to take him. I visibly shivered, letting out a small moan at the thought of it. I pushed Jin back against the bed; his legs already spread for me. But then I thought that even though I was prepared, Jin on the other hand wasn’t. My mind flashed back to when he had taken me without preparation, the pain was almost unbearable had he not positioned his thrusts at the right angle, hitting that bundle of nerves deep inside me.

I brought a hand up to Jin’s mouth, poking two fingers through his lips for him to suck on. He did so eagerly, leaving no part of those two fingers untouched by his tongue. I moaned at how talented that tongue of his was. I withdrew my fingers from his mouth and pushed his legs open wider with my knees. He perched himself up on his elbows to look down at what I was doing, and something told me he didn’t know a thing about preparing another guy for sex. I laughed to myself thinking back again to how he had fucked me without any lubrication.

‘Just relax,’ was all I could say at the time.

I pushed my middle finger into him slowly but surely, loving the gasp of breath Jin took in. I pulled my finger half way out until I plunged it back into him. I did that for a while until Jin got proper use to it, so I decided to plunge my index finger inside him also. I saw Jin clutch the sheets at the tight fit, but if he couldn’t handle this, there was no way he could handle another certain part of my body inside him. I leaned forward and down to plant a series of kisses down his neck, thinking it would distract him and somewhat ease the pain. Then an idea popped into mind.

‘Get on your hands and knees,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘It’ll probably make this a bit easier’.

He complied with my request and turned over slowly, my fingers remaining inside him. I moved forward and leaned over his strong back to rest my head between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling the side of his head while I pumped my hand into him. By the way his muscles were tensed, I could tell it was still pretty uncomfortable for him. I decided just to get the worse part over and done with as I pulled my hand from him and gripped his hips on each side.

‘This’ll hurt. Just bare with me though, baby.’ I said before positioning my straining cock at his entrance.

I took a deep breath and slowly pushed into him. Jin struggled to accept me, clutching the bedding again and letting his head fall forward onto the pillow. I kept pushing in until I could go no further, having been fully sheathed inside him. My heart hammered against my chest, the warmth I felt being almost too much to take. I tried to clam my breathing, closing my eyes and almost meditating for a few moments to get myself under control.

‘Hwoarang…’ I heard Jin speak my name, his voice shaky and uncertain. I knew what he needed, and I intended to give it to him.

I reached a hand around and grabbed hold of his weeping erection, feeling it pulse against my palm and fingers. I slowly arched back and moved my hips forward in a slow sensual movement, letting Jin feel my full length inside him. I felt his body shudder beneath me, his whole form relaxing and re-tensing at the pleasure he was feeling. I moaned loudly at the sensations coursing through me. I let go of his arousal and moved the same hand up to the back of his neck, holding his body in a bent over position before me in a strong grip. Not strong enough to suffocate him into the pillow in front of him, but enough to keep him like that without him moving around too much. I thrust forward, Jin’s back muscles tensing and arching below me. In this position it seemed as if my arousal could fully explore the inside of Jin, rubbing him in all the right places. I thrust forward again, but much harder than before. Jin moaned into the pillow and pushed his hips back to meet mine, it was then that I realized he was ready.

I set a rhythm with my thrusts, the whole time feeling like I was about to lose it any second. But I remained composed, for Jin’s sake. I wanted to draw this out as long as possible, slowly bringing him to his peak before his whole world came crashing down in one huge orgasmic explosion. I kept my thrusts strong and deep, making sure Jin could feel all of me every single time I moved forward into him. I ran my hand down from the hold I had on his neck to drag it down his back, reaching around to his front to feel his abdominal muscles tense and knot in ecstasy. I quickened my movements slightly, causing Jin to start moaning constantly in need. I let out a gasp as Jin’s muscles tightened around me. I felt closer to the edge than ever before, but I didn’t want to finish it like this.

‘Turn over’ I said to him, whimpering through my words.

I was amazed at his flexibility as he complied and turned around so he was lying on his back, with me still seated deep inside him. He immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, locking his lips and tongue with mine. I groaned into his mouth, reaching both my hands down to push Jin’s legs right up in the air. But our lips stayed in contact, even though I knew it must have been a strain on Jin’s mid-section to stay in that position while kissing me, I knew he was loving every second of it. I started to pound into him, having to break away from his luscious lips to moan loudly. Jin’s hands found there way down my back and to my ass, gripping me to him undoubtedly. I looked at him through lust glazed eyes, and I had never seen anything so positively arousing and beautiful in my life. His strong chest was heaving, sweat covering his whole body, his head arched back and practically buried into the pillow behind him. I felt his hands squeeze my ass in desire, I knew he wanted me to fuck him completely senseless.

I braced myself on my hands, still keeping Jin’s legs basically pinned into the air with my arms. I slammed into him hard, his grip on my ass tightening and his whole body shaking. I did it again, and again, not being able to get enough of the arousing reactions I drew out of Jin. He started to almost scream his pleasure to me, moving his hips in time with mine to heighten the pleasure even more. I felt like stopping in that moment, knowing I was about to cum but I simply didn’t want it to end. Ever.

‘Nnnng, Hwoarang…. Please, don’t hold back’ Jin moaned to me.

I looked down at his body and noticed he was on the very verge of what I was feeling. His erection leaking onto his stomach slightly, his muscles shaking. It was enough to blind me with desire 10 times over. I let go any restrictions on my body and pounded into Jin relentlessly, our sultry moans echoing off the walls of the huge room. Jin clutched at my body desperately, his hands slipping in places because of the sweat I had worked up during this act. My whole body felt that familiar tingle, and I knew there was no stopping now. I leaned down to Jin’s ear, still pumping into him with full force, and I whispered into his ear.

‘You gonna cum for me, Kazama?’ I asked using his last name as almost a taunt.

He moaned at my statement, and threw his head back again, his moans growing in volume. I tried to keep my eyes open to stare at him just a bit longer, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I thrust my whole body forward several times, pounding Jin into the mattress as I felt his orgasm spray against my stomach. An extreme warmth and dizzy feeling took hold of me as I released into him, screaming my fucking head off. Jin’s inner walls continued to milk me, the sensations made me feel as if it would never end. I pressed my body down full upon Jin, kissing him ravishingly as my orgasm finally stopped.

I let out a long sigh as I collapsed onto Jin’s body, our sweat slick skin almost making me slide off. I felt Jin lower his legs and let them fall upon the bed, the mattress shaking slightly.

In that moment, I couldn’t move to save myself. It had been a long exhausting day, and all the emotions that I had felt had finally taken its toll on me. After a long while of just closing my eyes and reflecting on what had just happened, I slowly lifted my head to look at Jin. He was staring at the ceiling still catching his breath from the way his chest moved in a quicker fashion that usual. He felt my gaze on him and looked down at me, my chin resting on the right side of his chest. He gave me a weak smile, but I knew that was the best he could give me at the time. I rolled over to the right, my head landing on a pillow face first.

‘Ouch’ was all I could say.

I realized my goggles were still on my forehead, and they pressed into my skull hard as my head hit the pillow. I turned my head slightly and stared out the window, the sky almost dark. The clouds a red and purple color. The sight was gorgeous. I had never really taken the time to notice such things before, I almost felt like blaming it on Jin! But I didn’t have the energy to argue, even with myself mentally. The mattress moved and I felt Jin’s arms wrap around me from behind, his body fitting perfectly with mine as he moved closer to me. He nuzzled the back of my head, kissing my shoulder and smiling into my hair by the way I felt his face move and the content sigh that he let out.

I went along with the contagious sleepy feeling Jin was rubbing onto me. I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep much quicker than I thought I would.

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I opened one still sleepy eye, a content feeling washing over me. I smiled to myself and looked out the window again, noticing that it was still dark. The room also felt a lot warmer than it was before hand. I looked around the room wearily to see Jin standing in front of the fireplace, rich golden flames alight to pieces of wood stacked upon each other. Jin turned around and glanced at me, I looked down to notice Jin had tucked the covers around me since I had fallen asleep, a pillow under my arm.

‘How long have I been asleep for?’ I asked him. He turned back to look at the fire, poking at a piece of burning wood with a fire-poker.

‘About 5 and a half hours’ he told me before placing the fire-poker into the corner of the fireplace and walking over to me.

‘Really?’ I asked him, not believing that I had actually slept almost 6 hours straight without waking up.

‘Yes,’ he answered me, sitting down on the side of the bed. ‘You love your sleep, I can tell by the way you clutched that pillow for 4 hours.’ He said smiling down at me.

I looked down to the pillow beneath my bare arm and threw it back to where it should’ve been, on his side of the bed.

‘Whatever, I did not.’ I said, denying the thought of me being a cuddly kind of sleeper. But….

‘Really?’ I asked him, an eyebrow raised at him.

He just grinned and tackled me back down into the covers of the bed. He nudged my nose with his own before kissing me full on the lips. I reached my hands up and threaded them through his obsidian hair, loving the feeling of his lips covering mine completely. He pulled back from me to my disappointment, but stared me straight in the eyes. His soft hazel orbs had a certain light about them that I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Almost as if he was truly happy for the first time in years. I slipped a hand down from his hair to cup the side of his face, stroking my thumb over his cheek gently. He turned his head to my hand and kissed the inside of my palm before turning back to gaze at me. I felt my heartstrings pull in that moment, caught up between the emotions I was feeling for Jin and something else. But I smiled at him anyway as he gently kissed the side of my neck, then pulling himself away from me to place my clothes that he had gathered up at the foot of the bed.

But I noticed that my jeans weren’t there.

‘Why does something bad always happen to my clothes when you’re around?’ I asked, smirking at the memory of what happened to my Tae Kwon Do outfit the last time we were together.

I heard him chuckle at me as he turned around.

‘I don’t really mind the thought of you walking around butt naked’ he said smiling slightly at me before walking out of the room.

‘Watch yourself, Kazama!’ I yelled at him. Then realizing that the use of his last name had turned into something of a pet name for him.

I whipped the covers off myself and started dressing in what clothes I had at the time. Jin walked back through the door with a pair of forest green pants in hand.

‘Didn’t want you walking around in something that didn’t match the rest of your outfit..’ he slightly scoffed and handed me the pants.

I grabbed them off him and gave a teasing evil look in his direction as I pulled the pants on. I stood up, slipping my belt through the loops and buckling it up. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled my socks on, then grabbing my boots, repeating the action.

‘Right, I’m starved. Let’s grab some food’ I said to him standing up ceremoniously, with my hands on my hips. Jin’s gaze softened at my action, reaching an arm out and putting it around my waist, pulling me to him. Both my hands went up to rest upon his chest, stroking the silkiness of his shirt.

‘What do you want to eat?’ he said, leaning down slightly to nibble on my ear before pulling back to hear my answer.

‘A roast, with all the trimmings,’ I answered, taking advantage of Jin’s generosity towards me.

‘Very well’ he said, dipping down to steal a quick kiss from me.

‘But I’m not gonna eat it if you’re sitting at one end of the table, and I’m sitting half a damn mile down the other end.’ I said smirking, but I was serious.

‘God no’ he said, smiling teasingly at me, almost mocking my seriousness.

But I just grinned at him. He grabbed my hand and led me out the room and down the hallway that we walked through hours ago. Eventually we came out into that same lounge that looked like it belonged in a museum. I walked over to the leather couch and sat down, noting that the fireplace in this room was also lit. Jin walked past me and into another room.

‘I’ll be right back’ Jin told me. I nodded and just stared into the flames across the room, getting lost in them. The wood crackled and I saw ash fly and swirl around from the heat waves of the flames. I listened to the strong but silent sound of the fire. I thought back to when I had last fought Jin in that burning temple, the same sound surrounding us then. I closed my eyes and listening to it more intently, the sound comforting me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin however as I felt a hand on my shoulder, and whipped my head around to see Jin staring down at me.

‘Dinner is served,’ he told me. I looked at him in confusion and started to wonder how long I had been sitting there.

‘They were already cooking the roast an hour ago. It’s what I asked for this morning when the chef was writing out this week’s menu.’

‘Oh. Well it’s lucky for us I didn’t ask for something different then, huh?’ I said, standing up from the couch, the leather of it making a stretching sound.

Jin smiled at me and led me through the door he had just emerged from. We came out into another room, maroon colored carpet and navy blue walls. A huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a single table for two situated in the middle of the room, with a bottle of chilled wine and two glasses.

‘This room is for when I only have one guest. I’ve never used it before…’ Jin trailed off, then thinking to myself that this place really did seem lonely. Jin walked around to one of the chairs and pulled it out for me, smirking in my direction.

‘Your seat’ he said, gesturing his hand in such a way that made me want to laugh my head off. I casually walked up to the chair and sat down, pulling it into the table myself. Jin walked around to the other chair and sat down also. He grabbed the bottle of wine and popped it open, watching as it bubbled over and almost spilling onto Jin. Had he not grabbed my glass as quick as possible and let it spill into it. He filled the rest of the glass up before handing it over to me. Then proceeded to fill his own glass up, only half way though. I wasn’t surprised, Jin didn’t seem like much of a drinker. A moment later two men walked through into the room, each holding a plate covered up by a steel dish lid. They placed the plates down on each side of the table at the exact same time, then lifting the lids off, steam wavering up through the air to reach my nose. It smelled delicious.

The two men each put the steel lids behind their backs as they bowed before us.

‘Enjoy’ the one standing next to Jin said before they both stood up as straight as a flipping dancing pole then turned to leave.

Jin laughed, noticing my expression towards his servants.

‘I suppose you get that every day’ I said to him, unfolding the napkin beside my plate to lay it on my lap.

‘Yes I do. I actually wish they would loosen up. My grandfather had really strict orders for them while he was here. I feel like firing half of them at times, because I feel I don’t need them all.’

I grinned at him, then picked up my knife and fork. I almost stabbed the hell out of a honey glazed carrot before bringing it up and into my mouth. But then soon after I stared at the two of our wine glasses, noticing that we hadn’t yet made a toast to anything. I didn’t usually make any, but at that time, it almost seemed right. I finished chewing on the carrot, then picked up my glass, holding it over my meal with my elbow bent on the table. In inwardly cursed at myself, having not much practice in this area.

‘So…’ I said, not really knowing what to say. Jin looked up and noticed I was holding my wine glass, waiting for him to pick up his. He placed his fork down on the side of his plate and lifted his glass also.

‘To us, the deadliest duo there is’ he said smiling at me. I smiled brightly back, thinking his toast was perfect. Our glasses clinked together, then separated to our mouths, both of us taking a long sip before putting our glasses back down to the table.

For the duration of the meal, we talked some more, joking around at times. We both laughed a lot, and something deep inside told me that we had both needed this for a long time.

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I sat on the red leather couch in the lounge, sipping down the last of my third glass of wine. I didn’t feel even the slightest bit tipsy though, I needed more than that to get me going. I looked over the now empty glass for a moment before placing it down beside the couch, there not being a table around.

Jin sat casually beside me, his legs spread a bit, and a hand hanging over his knee. I looked up at his face expecting to see him smiling or something, but the look evident on his features told me otherwise. He looked deep in thought, gazing down at the floor a few feet from us. A look in his eye that I had seen countless times before.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, looking sincerely concerned for him.

It was a good few long moments before he answered me.

‘I… well I was just thinking, what now?’ he said to me. It took me a moment to fully understand what he meant by the statement, but something told me I had a feeling he would bring the subject up.

I realized the feeling was the same confusing emotion I felt when he tackled me to the bed when I had woken up a while ago. It concerned me, I didn’t know how to answer Jin.

I knew by the way Jin held and talked to me that he had feelings for me. And even though at the time I hadn’t admitted it to him or even to myself yet, I did feel something stronger than rivalry for him. I stared across at the still lit fireplace, watching the flames flicker.

There must have been a silence between us for almost 10 whole minutes before I finally bucked up the courage to speak to him.

‘I….’ Was all I could say, but then I mentally kicked my stubbornness out of the way again, so I could finish my sentence.

‘I do love you, Jin’.

I thought I had just had a heart attack, surprising the hell out of myself that I actually said something like that. But it was true… I loved him. I couldn’t get enough of him, he was addicting. I loved seeing his reaction to different things, I loved bringing things out of him that hadn’t yet surfaced from him before. I admired his strength, being so closely superior to my own. He cared for me like no one else had, even my master. And to top it off, he had the body of a fucking god.

I smiled to myself, having no doubt in my mind about what I had just confessed. I turned to Jin, a look of slight shock on his features. I slid my hand across my lap and held onto his hand that was on his knee and gripped it tightly. He smiled down at it before looking up at me again, a truth in his eyes that sparkled and lit the whole room up.

‘I love you too’ he said softly, returning the comforting grip I had on his hand. He looked down at my lips and leaned over to give me a long sweet kiss, so sweet I thought I would get cavities if he didn’t stop soon. I pulled back and looked into his eyes as we shared a playful stare with each other.

‘Race you to your room?’ I said, a daring glint in my eyes.

‘You’re on’ he said back before we both bolted from the couch and sped off in the direction of Jin’s room.

We both arrived at the exact same time, Jin pinning me against the door as he sucked down my neck seductively, starting to unzip my vest. I reached behind us to turn the doorknob and open the door. Jin looked suddenly agitated with the toggle that joined my vest together.

‘No wonder your clothes get wrecked when you’re around me, they’re damn annoying’ he said grinning as he played with the rectangular toggle on my vest.

I laughed loudly at him before kicking the door closed with my foot.

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-The following morning-

I walked down the steps outside the main doors, the morning sun shining down on me, making me have to look away in another direction at the brightness of it. I looked over to the left to see a servant of Jin’s bring my bike around to the foot of the steps, parking it gently. I heard Jin walk up behind me, not caring what his servant thought as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, but soon uncertainty tugged at my heart as I looked at my bike. I turned around to face Jin, however I saw an understanding in him. He knew I had to go.

‘Listen, I’m sorry I can’t stick around. But I think we both know that this place isn’t really me.’ I said, looking up at the entirety of the building.

Jin nodded at what I said.

‘Yeah, I know’ he said. But even though he understood me, I heard a slight sadness in his voice.

I looked up at him, gazing over every feature of his face, burning it into my memory. I embraced him and shared a long kiss with him, exploring the now familiar plains of the inside of his mouth. I looked into his eyes one last time before walking over to my bike, hopping onto the seat.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll be back’ I said, copying what he had said to me before he left to compete in the final rounds of the 5th tournament. I saw Jin laugh softly and smile, nodding again, but this time I didn’t see any doubt in his smile. He knew I would be back.

‘You might need these’ he said, reaching into his pocket and throwing me my keys. I felt a slight blush reach my cheeks, and turned away from Jin’s gaze, a huge smile on my face.

I started my bike up and rode off without a further word.

I came to the entrance gates of the Mishima Zaibatsu and they opened automatically for me. I rode on through without a second thought. But just as I was about to speed on ahead to the airport, I felt the speed I was already going decrease. I heard the engine slow down and it eventually stopped.

‘Oh you did not just do that to me, you fuck!’ I yelled at my now idle bike.

I sighed and banged my hand against the front of the bike. But I didn’t feel angry however, I bowed my head against my hand, my hair falling around my face. And even though no one else could see it, I was smiling.

‘Looks like I’ll be back sooner than you expected, Kazama’.