Living Off a Dream

Author's Note: I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling errors. If you have corrections, feel free to send them to me, and I will fix it. Didn't get any response to post for beta on forums so I figured I'd just put it up. And I do not own the characters or the school - Namco does :)

The fic is dedicated to Chlover :)

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Four in the afternoon? It's time again. I'm going to Mishima Polytechnic. No, smartass, I'm not studying. Jin finishes at half past. I can't be late.

I've been standing there, watching, every afternoon. Sometimes smiling, sometimes waving, sometimes with a frown on my face. But I've been there. It hasn't mattered to me if it rained; heck, there was a fucking blizzard in December, it didn't stop me. I hope he appreciates the dedication. It's soon four months since I started doing this. It's hard to tell why I started... but it's the closest I can get to that rich brat. Always picked up by a limousine a minute after the bell rings. Can you believe it? Everyone else, and I mean everyone, walk, take the bus or at the very least drive themselves. He's not only got a driver, he's got a fucking butler or something, opening the door for him! Crazy, man.... crazy. Yet.... it's Jin. I'd better hurry so I don't miss it.

It's been almost three weeks. Stupid Christmas break. My friends tell me I've been fucking moody lately. Maybe they're right. If I let them know why, I probably won't hear the end of it unless I punch their guts until they bleed. Simpler to keep my mouth shut. Our worlds are so different, Jin. Still, I do think you'd like mine. Sure, there won't be a limousine taking you anywhere, and none of us would open doors for you. But it has to be more exciting than your world. A schedule like yours would drive me out of my mind. Hell, if I didn't need to be so god damn punctual not to miss the whole thing, I would still be slacking at this point.

I make a point of driving different routes down there every time. Letting people see they can set their clocks after when I pass wouldn't exactly do wonders for my image. There's no helping the school guys seeing it, of course, but they're fucking upper-class twats, every single one of them. Who cares what they think? I'm a bit early today, so I guess I'll take a longer one with traffic lights and everything. Better save the quicker routes for when I'm in a rush. Can't say I want to be standing outside the school gates for ages either.

Sheesh, I'm almost there, and there's still ten minutes to go. Oh well, that probably stems from me not having seen him for three fucking weeks. I actually contemplated going over to the Mishima complex last week, hoping to catch a glimpse, but it just felt wrong. Outside school, I always know I'll see him, and he's starting to get used to it as well. The first months, he just ignored me, even treated me to the occassional scowl. The last day before Christmas, he smiled at me and winked. I think that's a first for both of those gestures.... keep going in that direction, and you may even talk to me sometime? You know, words?

Who am I kidding? He's a rich, snobby brat. He's just starting to enjoy the dedication... I must be amusing him greatly.

Leaving my bike nearby, I walk up to the school gates. I don't really know why I'm here already, there's still five minutes until the bell will signal and they'll all be walking out of there. I scratch my shin with my boot and ruffle my hair. So tense, so impatient... yes, that's me. Four and a half minute. Life can be cruel sometimes.

I wonder which floor he's on right now. Maybe he's even sitting by one of the windows? The afternoon sun reflects off them, so I can't even make out silhouettes. World, you're not really helping here. Behave, will ya? I raise my arm again, hoping it's time. But it's not. Three and a half minute. At least it's moving in the right direction.

To hell with it. I walk through the school gates, past the trees in the outskirts of the schoolyard, and scan the area for something nice to lean up against. Somewhere I can stand and look casual and cool, although there's nothing even remotely casual or cool about what I'm doing right now. Only it'll have to be somewhere he notices me. I can't have him thinking I forgot, now can I?

The container about ten meters from the main entrance proved too tempting. I lean up against it only seconds later. It's almost frighteningly close, but then again, I want to see him properly. Will I be able to resist trying to call over to him? Of course I will. The man rejecting me would break my heart, and what on earth would I be hoping for? "Hi Hwoarang, long time no see... wishing you could go to school?" I sigh at the mental image. There's nothing to gain. Of course I will be able to resist.

And there goes the bell. I hear the footsteps in the hallways, slowly turning into a stampede. With a little shift of my body, I'm ready. I'd like to check my hair, but I can't risk him seeing me, so it'll have to do. He's usually not among the first ones, but early in the second batch. Wait, hold on a minute.... I look around the corner, back towards the gate, scanning the street, and guess what? I can't see the fucking limousine!

Peoople stream out through the door. Laughing, talking, a few glancing idly at me. Yeah, I'm cooler than you, suck it up. But there's no sign of him. The slowpokes and the slackers leave the building, yet he's not gotten out yet. This is so unlike Jin...

My heart sinks as I realise I've come in vain this time. Where are you, Jin? Are you home ill? Did you leave early? Or did you stop studying here? I shake my head, sigh, and stare at the ground. Sheesh, if he's not here now, when can I see him? Where? Is there even any point in coming here tomorrow? Damnit!

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and spin around raising my hands for a fight. Then I lose control of my breath, my mouth wide open, my arms sliding slowly back down. My heart beats heavily, faster and faster with each beat. I blink slowly, but he's still there. Jin Kazama is standing in front of me with a confident smile on his face.

"I'm glad you're here."

Say what now? What happened to mocking me for not getting an education? Oh shit, that was just my paranoia, wasn't it... His voice is even more enchanting than I remembered. My heart slows down a bit, and I try to think of a response. Failing for a few moments, I start trying to smile instead, and I think I'm succeeding.

"Come."

He walks past me, towards the main entrance. I stand there paralyzed for just a moment before I follow him. What on earth is happening? Is he tired of me showing up to see him? If he's taking me to an office now, to have me told off and denied the opportunity to watch him, he's being overly optimistic. I'll find somewhere else to watch you, Jin. Someone as punctual as you will never have a chance at avoiding me, that's for sure.

We pass several doors before he turns a corner. I walk casually a couple of meters behind him, wondering whether I want to run a few steps to catch up with him. He's walking fast enough that I'm not catching a single step through walking - in fact, the distance grows little by little. I turn another corner behind him, but can't see him in the other hallway. What the fuck? I listen for a second, and sounds pull my eyes to the staircase. Jin is descending down into the basement.

I shrug, and start jogging down the stairs. Changing pace ain't so weird when I'm walking the steps, is it? I'm right behind him when we reach the basement floor, and I see him pull out a key chain from his pocket. Quickly finding the one he's searching for, he unlocks and opens a door.

"After you."

I look at him, raise my eyebrows, but walk through the door. My body tenses up, ready to jump back at the door if he doesn't seem to follow me. However, that's exactly what he does. A second later, he has locked the door, but he's inside the room with me. I look around at the gymnastics equipment filling the room. What's this? He wants to exercise with me? Can't say I would complain...

His arm starts turning me around, and I feel the other behind my head half a second later. I stare into the deep brown eyes for an instant, before his lips seize mine in a hungry, devouring kiss. Then he releases me, and takes a step back. His eyes wander momentarily over my body before resuming eye contact. I'm all too mesmerized to think, but my facial muscles have a life of their own, and a little smirk becomes my entire reaction. I stare back at him, wondering whether that was a test or a statement, or maybe a mix of the two.

He takes about two seconds before his hands start working the top off me. I stare at him, befuddled, before my mouth opens. Then I start to search for words. It is all unzipped before I start talking, and his hands are sliding slowly over my torso before I have finished.

"Kazama, what are you doing? Why did you take me here?"

He pauses for a moment, before resuming his strokes. He shifts closer, his school uniform tickling my chest. He brings his mouth barely an inch away from mine, before he responds.

"Hwoarang, I've seen you here 73 straight afternoons. You don't have any business here except me."

I blink slowly in surprise. He's been counting? I nod idly as I let my arms get pushed back, the top sliding off them and onto the floor. I lift my arms hesistantly towards his face, as he quickly unbuttons his shirt.

"This semester I have evening classes. Which means I have a quarter free at this point every day. Ten minutes still remaining today."

He leaves his shirt on a box just as my hands reach his cheeks. I lick his lips gently, and he opens his mouth a moment later. Our tongues dance, caressing each other, as his hands move onto my belt buckle. I slide my hands down his sides to start removing his pants, and he unbuckles my belt while refusing to let my tongue go. I unbutton his pants and tug at them blindly. The second after, our lips unwrap to allow us to remove shoes and pants from our legs.

I catch a little light reflection from his hand, and snatch it with one of mine. I didn't get this far as a street thug by leaving things to chance. As I lift it, I quickly recognise the shape as a little glass, the reflection probably having come off its metal cap. He smiles at me for a moment, before he starts pushing me backwards with his other hand.

"You are ready for this, right?"

I release his hand, wrapping my arms behind his back while stepping backwards. I run my hands over his flexed muscles, pant in his wonderful smell and blink slowly. As I start to step faster than him, I pull him closer with my arms, almost upsetting his balance. I chuckle at that, briefly, before stumbling backwards onto a pile of mats. He climbs on top of me, straddling me, tilting his head to the side.

"Well?"

Not understanding why, I nevertheless realise that he wants an answer to his rhetorical question. I wrap my arms behind his shoulders, pulling him down so that I can kiss him. My fingers run through his hair as our lips rejoin, and I answer him as best I can with my tongue. When they yet again unwrap, that sexy fiend is still hesitating! Questioning eyes focus on mine while he all the same is coating his fingers in whatever oil it was he brought. I spread my legs behind his back, bringing a knee up to nudge his side to let him know.

He maneuvers his legs between mine, sliding down my body to get access to my ass. His fingers soon enter it, and I yelp at the sudden pain. I see surprise in his eyes when he stops. He looks at me with what appears to be great concern as he once again leans down to kiss me. Why the fuck is he surprised that this is my first time? Did he think the ass of the Blood Talon would be accessible to anyone but him?

Slowly, he starts stretching my entrance with his fingers, while his other hand is distracting me by running swiftly over my chest and arms. He flickers his tongue lazily over my chin and cheek, before lifting his head again as he retracts both hands. Quickly coating his erection, he gives me a smug grin, before positioning himself below my opening. A second later, I let out a little scream as he forces his manhood into me.

He stops with only his tip inside me, giving me a moment to come down from the pain. My panting breath settles down a little, and he soon pushes onwards. He bends down a little, and I grab him passionately. Soon I am running my tongue along his neck, tasting him as my deep pants fill my lungs with the soothing smell of his hair.

When he reaches my sweet spot, he stops and twists. My moaning can probably be heard in the hallways, but I don't care. I doubt he cares either, because he does it again. And again. And again. After my fourth loud moan, he pushes onwards with force, and I take him inside me all the way to the hilt. He retracts quickly, adjusts, and drives back in. I wail through the initial pain, but the pleasure overcomes it quickly.

My hands wrap around his head, lifting it forcefully onto mine so that my tongue can delve into his mouth. I feel him establish a rhythm with his thrusts, and his nose gives his breath volume as I shut off the air flow through his mouth. He mirrors my plan by probing deep into my mouth, running his tongue back and forth over its roof while pushing my tongue briefly into his cheek. With a strained inhale through his nose, he unwraps his lips and pants heavily against my face.

Still pounding into me, he smiles, sliding his hands down onto my shoulders. He curves his neck, tickling my throat with his tongue. Using his grip on my shoulders as counterweight, his violent thrusts force a variety of sounds past my lips. I diminish them momentarily by running my tongue over his temple, but my breath soon demands that I stop. He calms down gradually, lifts his head and looks into my eyes. His panting breath makes my face wet.

"So Hwoarang, what are you doing every day at half past four this spring?"

I chuckle, or let out a sound that would have been a chuckle if I had not been moaning at the same time. I gaze up at him while collecting enough breath to respond coherently.

"This."

I responded with weight, and see him smile. He thrusts harder into me again as he bends down for another kiss. An electrifying spike jolts through my body, and I look down to see that he has slid a hand onto my manhood. With rapid, yet precise movements, he brings me higher than I've ever been before. He slows down the pace he pounds into me with, but keeps up the power - maybe he's even increasing it. I feel the blood rush down from my torso, my erection gaining full length and width within seconds.

He slows down his thrusts, startling me by pulling all the way back out. I utter a sound that should be construed as wanting to know what the fuck that is all about. He moves further down my body, still working my erection. I feel so cold and empty without him there inside me, and realising I'm not getting an answer with the sound, I try words.

"What's going on?"

He strokes my torso with one hand, the other still running rapidly up and down my shaft. He mumbles silently, "Just a minute...", before wrapping his lips around the head of my manhood.

His sucks turn vigorous right off the bat. My body starts moving in spasms along with his actions, and he appears to notice, amplifying every spasm to the best of his ability. I start muttering his name through my panting breath, and I can see his response: The corner of his mouth soon reaches the shape of a smile, while the hand working my manhood squeezes it more tightly.

After a little while, he moves his other hand back in through my widened opening. With two fingers he starts swiping along my sweet spot with a rhythm matching his sucks and his strokes against my hilt. It only takes a few seconds of this before I yell his name out one last time, erupting violently into his mouth. A second later, his tongue is cleaning my tip as he retracts both arms.

I look up at him, only to feel him lift me up, flipping me over onto my stomach. I feel the hot flesh brushing against the cheeks of my ass for a moment, until he fills me again. He stops halfway in, retracts, then pushes in all the way. His arms slide up my sides while he resumes his energetic thrusts. I can't help but give out a yelp at the first one, but I soon settle down for a series of unintelligible curses.

He accelerates gradually, taking a firm grip around my shoulders. His tongue flickers against my ear for a moment, until I feel him straighten himself up, changing his angle of entry. Continuing to increase his pace, he soon slams into me like a jackhammer. Three seconds of that, and I feel his hot seed released inside of me. He pulls out and moves back up my body, bringing his erection to my mouth. I suck him clean, treasuring that salty, lingering taste. He gives me a few moments of it while sliding downwards again, before he wraps his lips over mine and kisses me gently. Then he lifts my head with his hand, gazing lazily into my eyes.

"Hwoarang, I love you."

I smile up at him as I work myself over onto my back under his body. Letting out a little chuckle, I grab his hands.

"Yeah, you'd better love me after all those afternoons I've been here. But yeah, I love you too."

He returns my smile as he bends down for a swift kiss on my lips. I release his hands again when he gets up off me, moving over to the clothes. I idly let my eyes wander to my watch as I get up, and notice it's already 4:46 - Jin should've been in class a minute ago.

"Shit, Jin, it's 14 to already... I hope you won't get in trouble."

He chuckles at me as he slowly puts his clothes back on, starting with the pants. As I make my way over to him, he stretches his arms out and wraps them behind my back. Pulling me closer, he kisses me on the lips again.

"I appreciate the concern, but I don't care about my evening classes."

I shake my head, quirking my eyebrows.

"What? Did they force you to take classes you don't need?"

Still smiling, he starts rubbing my back. His tongue soon slides up my cheek, wetting my ear before he starts whispering.

"Don't you get it, Hwoarang? I signed up to those classes so that we could do this. There's no way the old man would let us go out together, so I had to improvise."

With a grateful sigh, I pull him tight against my body. I suck on his earlobe, letting my arms wander up and down his sides in swift, brushing motions. When I settle down properly, I whisper back into his ear.

"That's good thinking..."

He smirks, lifting my arms gently off him. He slides his shirt back on, buttoning it swiftly, while I get dressed as fast as I can. He opens the door, and locks it behind me. He takes my hands, yet again kiss me swiftly on my lips, and smiles.

"Listen, I'd better run, but.... I'll see you tomorrow!"

With that, he turns away, more or less running back to the staircase, ascending in an impressive pace. I'm stuck there staring, listening to the fading footsteps. I think back to what just happened, suddenly feeling complete. That was Jin Kazama, and now he's my lover.

I guess I am no longer living off a dream.