Author: Opus
Title: Raven Wings and Blood Talons
Warnings: NC-17, cussing, some unnecessary roughness, and yaoi - Jin (Devil Jin)/Hwoarang
Summary: PWP Just a different take on the ending of Tekken 4.
A/N: This is my first Tekken fic. These two make such a yummy pair I couldn�t resist. Most of what I know about the Tekken characters is from Tekken 4, so please forgive me for any blatant ignorance. I thought maybe I was making Hwoarang give up his grudge a little too quickly, but then, in the game, after the Jin helped him fight off the Korean troops, they seemed to be getting along just fine, so maybe not.
Part one
In the hotel�s parking garage�
�I have no reason to fight you,� Jin said softly. He really wished the Korean fighter would leave him alone. He was already tired from fighting in the tournament and defeating both his father and grandfather, and he could feel the Devil inside him was still closer to the surface than he cared for. If he lost control he could very well tear the redhead into little pieces.
�Yeah? Too bad, cuz I do!� There was no way Hwoarang was giving his rival a chance to disappear on him again. He rushed up and aimed one of his deadly kicks at Jin�s head.
The Japanese fighter easily dodged the blow, and eyes glowing, punched his opponent in the gut. Hwoarang went flying and hit one of the pillars.
Jin casually removed his jacket as the Korean struggled to his feet. The glow hadn�t left his eyes and black tattoos started to cover his now bare torso.
Hwoarang noticed and smirked. �So you�ve been holding out on me all this time, have you?�
�You should get away from me while you can,� Jin warned in a deep, dangerous tone.
The hot-tempered redhead was of course oblivious to the possibility Jin might seriously hurt him this time. �Are you kidding me?! After all the trouble I�ve gone through to find you? Uh-uh. We�re going to finish this here and now!�
To his credit, Hwoarang put up a good fight, but was no match for Jin�s devil strength. And the Japanese boy healed almost instantly from anything the increasingly frustrated redhead could throw at him. Pretty soon, he found himself facedown on the ground, unable to rise. Distantly he heard a familiar voice telling Jin to hand him over for arrest. Crap. So the army had finally caught up to him. This was it, then. All his efforts had been in vain. Jin had beaten him again and now it was back home to face a court martial. Barely seconds later he felt clawed hands grab him by the waist and lift him off the ground as if he weighed no more than a rag doll, but not to hand him over it seemed. Jin had them both airborne over the surprised soldiers and out of harms way in no time. They were all the way out on the roof before the half-devil finally stopped and put Hwoarang down. Then he walked away.
The redhead stumbled a little before finding a railing to support himself. The roof. Why the roof? They had been in the subbasement, for crying out loud! Only stupid chicks in horror movies ran *up*stairs. �Hey Kazama! Kazama!� Jin ignored him, apparently looking around for a way down. �Do you hear me you son of a bitch?!� Hwoarang finally gave up after failing to get a response and slid to the ground, cursing to himself in Korean. Great. Trapped on the roof. Could things get any shittier?
There was no external means of getting off the roof, of course, not on a building that tall. Going back down wasn�t an option either, not with the Korean troops prowling around. Jin could could hear their faint voices gradually grow closer as they made their way upstairs. There was no helping it, then. He couldn�t just stand by and let them take Hwoarang from him.
Not questioning his instinctive possessiveness he returned to where the redhead was sitting and lifted him up and off the ground again by the waist.
�What now?� Hwoarang demanded. Jin didn�t answer him, just jumped atop the railing. The redhead was now dangling over a whole lot of empty space.
�Have you lost your mind, you asshole?!!� Jin didn�t answer his rival�s question. The redhead was panicking now. Never a great conversationalist to begin with, Jin seemed to have given up on talking altogether, and now was the only thing between him and a long drop. Without a thought as to how it would look, Hwoarang grabbed Jin�s shoulders and wrapped his legs tightly around slender hips, then held on for dear life.
Jin made no attempt to push him away. He merely closed his red eyes and concentrated. Enormous black raven wings burst from his back. Hwoarang blinked, amazed. His rival was just full of surprises today. Before he could say anything, though, Jin had launched himself from the railing and nosedived from the building. The redhead cursed some more as his stomach lurched and buried his face in Jin�s shoulder. He had never been very fond of heights.
By the time the soldiers made it to the roof, the two young men were long gone.
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Jin set down on a building a safe distance away. It took Hwoarang a moment to relax his white-knuckled grip and let his feet slide to the ground. �A little warning next time would be nice�� he muttered against the other boy�s shoulder, ��but thanks for saving my ass anyway.� Giving in to curiosity, he gingerly touched a few of the silky black wing feathers, letting them slide between his fingers.
Even now the Japanese fighter was disturbingly silent and unresponsive, and Hwoarang could still feel claws digging into his sides under his gi. He tried to pull away a little, but Jin still held on to him. �Um�you can let go now�� He looked into his rival�s eyes and for the first time and saw the complete lack of humanity there. Shit. �Hey, is anyone in there?� Jin only gave him the same unnerving stare, almost as if the Japanese boy was checking him out or something. �C�mon man, let me go already,� he said, and pushed at the other�s broad shoulders. The half-devil tightened his grip and the redhead felt sharp pain followed by the not-so-pleasant feeling of warm blood trickling down his sides as he struggled to get away. He considered trying to kick, but he was too close for anything effective, never mind that Jin had already thoroughly kicked his ass in his current form. At least now he knew that his rival wasn�t exactly human, and that soothed his wounded pride a bit. Only a little bit, though.
Now if he could only figure out what devil-Jin wanted�to kiss him, kill him, or what. Surely not to kill him; why go through all the trouble to rescue him first?
Jin still seemed to be considering him with his red-glowing eyes. This was worse than ridiculous.
�Alright Kazama, what�s going on in that birdbrain of yours? This is getting fucking tiresome, so whatever you�re gonna do, just do it already.�
The half devil cocked his head, and then seemed to come to a decision. A hand came up and tangled in the long strands of the Korean�s blood red hair and yanked his head back. Hard. Hwoarang gasped from the pain and Jin took the opportunity to give him a deep, bruising kiss, pulling him closer with his other arm. Their hips pressed together, the redheaded Korean could tell *exactly* what devil-Jin wanted from him. Okay, he could deal with this, rough as it was. It wasn�t like he�d never messed around with another guy before, and Jin was pretty good-looking, half-demon and hated rival notwithstanding. He slid his arms around Jin�s neck and kissed back enthusiastically.
The dark haired half devil growled deep in his throat as he ravaged the Korean�s mouth. Their tongues touched, explored each other. Jin fought to dominate the kiss, but Hwoarang was just as determined not to let him. However, the redhead had to relent and subsided when the grip on his hair tightened painfully.
He was panting heavily when Jin finally released his lips and moved downward to give him hot, open mouthed kisses along his jaw line. �Unnh�� Hwoarang couldn�t suppress a groan at the sensation of Jin�s warm tongue working its way down the front of his throat. He could feel the vibrations from his rival�s answering growl on his flushed skin.
His breath caught in his throat as Jin flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over his nipples. Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.
The next thing he knew, Jin was trying to push him down to the ground. The truth was, he wanted it so bad that he would have happily laid down and spread his legs, but that stubborn pride of his was getting in the way again. He resisted and was rewarded with a vicious bite to the shoulder. �Ow!! That fucking hurt!�
Jin lapped up the warm blood that oozed from the wound and leaned over Hwoarang so the Korean could see the look in his eyes that said �You�re mine. Submit now.�
He was stubborn, but not stupid. He dropped to his knees. Jin used his grip in Hwoarang�s hair to guide him to the straining bulge in his pants. The redhead slid his rival�s trousers and boxer-briefs down in one quick movement. Tentatively he touched Jin�s swollen dick and licked it several times experimentally before placing both hands on Jin�s hips and taking just the tip into his mouth. Jin inhaled sharply at the sensation of hot wetness taking him in. Hwoarang moved up and down on his erection, taking in just a little bit more with every stroke of his lips until he had fully deep throated the entire length. Jin couldn�t hold back anymore and thrust savagely into his rival�s mouth, holding him tightly in place by his long hair.
Suddenly he pulled out and effortlessly jerked Hwoarang to his feet for another violent kiss, the taste of himself in the other�s mouth driving him even wilder. The redhead felt his pants being tugged down and off, then the next thing he knew he�d been spun around and shoved to his hands and knees.
�Easy, Kazama,� he breathed as he felt the tip of his rival�s dick nudge his entrance, �I�ve never gone this far with a guy before.�
Jin hesitated for a moment. Then he pushed himself in slowly, but firmly.
�Nnngh�Fuck Kazama, you�re too big! Shit, man, wait a sec!!� The half devil ignored him, of course, and Hwoarang�s complaints turned to agonized moans as Jin forced himself ever deeper inside the Korean, claiming him in a way no one else had.
The Korean�s long red hair was soaked with sweat and plastered to his face by the time Jin�s large dick was buried all the way deep inside him. He wanted it, but fuck, it burned and he felt stretched way beyond his limits. Jin gave him a moment to catch his breath before moving against him again.
It wasn�t much of a respite. Jin buried his sharp nails in Hwoarang�s hips and without warning pulled out and slammed himself into Hwoarang�s ass as hard as he could. He then continued to pound into him with a brutal rhythm.
Hwoarang groaned. It hurt like a bitch, but Jin kept hitting a sweet spot deep inside, and he no longer cared about the pain. In fact, he wanted it, wanted Jin, wanted it hard and fast and deep.
�Ungh, yes! Shit, do it to me, take me�� He wasn�t very coherent after that, just very vocal in the throes of ecstasy/agony. Sweat trickled down his face, and he could feel drops of sweat hitting his back from his demon lover behind him.
Just when the pleasure/pain was becoming too much for him to bear, the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him and he let out a hoarse, strangled cry. His arms buckled under him and he rested his cheek on the cold concrete of the roof.
The half-devil wasn�t anywhere near through, though. He kept thrusting into the redhead at the same frantic pace, his low growls and grunts mixed with Hwoarang�s ragged breathing the only sound in the cold night air. The Korean moaned softly and cursed in Korean as he felt himself growing hard again. He reached down with one hand to touch himself, then stroked in time to Jin�s thrusts.
Devil-Jin felt himself getting close, and tightened his grip on Hwoarang, breaking skin. The redhead gasped at the sharp pain and gritted his teeth as the pace quickened even more. With something between a grunt and a growl, the half-devil came, and the redhead felt himself filled with his lover�s hot burning seed, and calling out Jin�s name he climaxed a second time.
Jin pulled out and lifted Hwoarang up for another passionate kiss. Then he let the redhead slide to the ground while he retrieved his pants. The Korean lay still, too exhausted to move until his rival/lover returned. The tall Japanese boy then scooped the limp form of his mate into his arms and flew off into the night.
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