Tekken fiction

Beginnings Jin/Hwo, NC-17: explicit sexual situations
Snow Day Jin/Hwo, NC-17: explicit sexual situations
Triangles Jin/Hwo/Steve, NC-17: explicit sexual situations
30 kinks Challenge fics. 30 of them.
Snow Day

Hwoarang peered out the window, less than thrilled with the sight of snow, already six inches deep and still falling. He dropped the curtain back into place and muttered, "Well, as long as I'm not going anywhere today, I may as well have fun." He smirked and turned to his dark-haired lover's sleeping body.

"Jin," he whispered in the exposed ear, gently nipping it. A little louder, "Jin," tracing the lines of a well-muscled chest and stomach, placing teasing kisses on his neck.

Jin stirred, moaning softly. He opened his eyes slowly and turned from his side onto his back.

"You're cute when you're sleepy, you know that?"

"You're too awake for this time of day." Jin looked at his alarm clock. "Shit!" he exclaimed, throwing off the covers. "I'm going to be late for work. Why did you let me sleep so late?" He sat up.

Hwoarang grabbed Jin's shoulders. "You're not going to be late. Look outside." He pulled back the curtain.

Jin collapsed back into bed. "I should at least call and make sure I'm not working today."

Hwoarang sighed. "You're not going anywhere today. You can't walk to the dojo in this - you'll be soaked by the end of the street. There's no way you can bike, and I sure as hell won't drive you." He smiled mischievously. "So relax." He traced a finger down Jin's stomach, stopping just short of his boxers.

Jin turned his head. "I can't relax if you're going to tease me like that."

"Would you rather I teased you like this?" Hwoarang propped himself up on one elbow and kissed Jin's neck, then trailed kisses down his chest, pausing to gently bite his nipples, then down the hard stomach. He ran his hand up Jin's leg, deliberately avoiding the growing erection.

Jin moaned. "No, actually, that's even worse."

Hwoarang smirked and rolled over. "Oh well. I guess I'll just go eat breakfast or something."

Jin sat up. "The hell you will." He bent his powerful body over the lithe redhead, pinning him. He kissed him on the base of the neck, trailing the tip of his tongue up his neck to his earlobe, which he sucked into his mouth and nibbled.

Hwoarang moaned. "Mmm, Jin, that's more like it."

"You talk too much," Jin said, covering Hwoarang's mouth with his own. He put his knee between Hwoarang's thighs, pressing against his crotch. Hwoarang groaned, spread his legs and pressed back. Jin brought his other knee in and lay down so their erections touched.

Hwoarang ran his hands down Jin's back to the waistband of his boxers. "I think you're over-dressed," he said, pushing them down. "I still don't understand why you don't just sleep naked like I do." He put his hands on Jin's shoulders, got leverage, and flipped him on his back. He pulled the shorts the rest of the way off. He knelt over Jin, pressing their erections together, thrusting slowly.

Jin moaned, his hips moving forward involuntarily. "Dammit, Ran, you're driving me crazy."

Hwoarang smiled, leaning forward to suck one erect nipple. "I know." He switched to the other nipple, sucking it before catching it between two teeth and biting. "And you wouldn't have me any other way."

"I'd gladly have you on your back with your ankles behind your head."

Hwoarang pinched a nipple in response.

Jin groaned. "It seems you have other plans, so I'll just have to stay here."

"Damn straight," Hwoarang said, placing kisses down Jin's chest and stomach, then down his hip to his thigh, carefully avoiding the straining erection. He spread Jin's legs and ran a finger up one thigh, across the perineum, briefly teasing the pucker beneath, then back down the other.

"Ran, please," Jin begged. "Do something. Touch me. Fuck me. Please!"

Hwoarang smirked. "Anything I want?"

"Yes. Anything."

He reached into the drawer of the night stand and pulled out a set of cuffs. "Even these?"

Jin raised his arms over his head. "I like your plans."

"I thought you might," Hwoarang replied, binding his lover to the headboard. "Now, what should I do?" he mused. "Shall I touch your cock?" He stroked Jin's erection. "Or perhaps I should suck it." He licked it base to tip, then took the head in his mouth.

Jin groaned, his hips bucking forward. "Whatever you want, Ran, I just need you."

"Hmm, what should I do?" Hwoarang smiled mischievously. "He's so desperate. Maybe I should just fuck him senseless." He teased Jin's entrance again. "I think I'll just do this, though." He bent Jin's legs and knelt between them. He ran a finger over Jin's entrance, across the perineum, gently pressing it, across his balls, then up the length of his shaft. He then followed the same path with his tongue, delving briefly into the entrance, then gently sucking each of his testicles before licking the length of Jin's shaft.

Jin moaned, "Ran, you make me feel so good."

Hwoarang stretched his body against Jin's, sucked a nipple, then kissed him deeply. "This is just the beginning, love." He kissed back down Jin's chest, making sure to grab the bottle of lube from the night stand. He lubed two fingers and spread a bit around Jin's opening. He inserted a finger into Jin and took his erection into his mouth.

Jin moaned, "Oh, god, Ran."

Hwoarang pulled his finger out, then put two in, seeking that spot that -

Jin yelled, "Oh, god!"

Found it. He sucked and stroked, taking Jin to the brink of ecstasy, but avoiding climax. Jin moaned, groaned, thrust, and squeezed. Hwoarang pulled his fingers out, wiped them on a nearby tissue, and slowly released Jin's shaft. He poured lube into his hand and spread it over his erection. He positioned himself and slowly entered Jin's body. "You feel so good," he said. He kissed Jin's neck at the base of the throat, sucking a little spot just over the collarbone. His stomach pressed against Jin's erection, rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusting.

He ran his fingers through Jin's hair - still sleep-mussed and now sex-mussed. "I like you all tied up. You can't get any ideas about flipping me over."

Jin panted, "Shut up and fuck me."

Hwoarang smirked. "You got it." He put his weight on one arm, using the other hand to pump Jin's erection, and thrust deep into Jin, faster, harder.

"Oh, god, Ran!" Jin cried, his cum spilling into his lover's hand.

Hwoarang reshifted his weight and fucked Jin hard until he came, panting heavily. He collapsed onto Jin's chest. "I guess I should untie you, huh?" He looked up, decided he could undo one of the velcro cuffs without moving, and did just that. Jin freed himself, then embraced Hwoarang.

"What a great way to start the day. I wonder, is it still snowing?" Jin pondered.

"I don't care right now," Hwoarang said. He slid off Jin's belly, turning onto his side and using the firm chest as a pillow.

Jin kissed Hwoarang on the top of his head. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Hwoarang murmured. "Let's go get cleaned up. I'm hungry."

They slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Jin turned the water on in the shower while Hwoarang got their towels. They stepped into the steaming shower.

Jin lathered soap in his hands and ran them over Hwoarang's body - shoulders, chest, back, groin, legs. Hwoarang reciprocated, paying special attention to the cleft.

Drying off, Jin looked in the mirror and saw a small purple spot on his collarbone. "I'll get you for this. You know I have to work."

"Ah, you can wear a shirt. Won't kill you, you know."

Jin glowered and pulled on some clothes. "I'm hungry."

In the kitchen, Jin looked out the small window over the sink. "Still snowing."

Hwoarang flipped on the TV and waited for the weather forecast. The weatherman predicted heavy snowfall over most of northern Japan for the rest of the day. "Great. Just great."

"Don't you like snow?"

"I'm still not used to it." Hwoarang shivered. "I was also looking forward to training tomorrow, and I don't know if I'll be able to get out." Despite being Jin's lover, he still felt their old rivalry. It didn't usually get between them (there were a few nasty fights, to be sure), though most quests for dominance these days were played out in the bedroom.

Jin smiled. "Always working to get better." He wrapped his arms around Hwoarang's shoulders. "That's one of the things I like about you."

"Hey, let's go play in the snow."

"Aren't we a little old for that?"

"What, because we're respectably employed we can't go have fun like kids? That's boring." Hwoarang slipped out of Jin's arms and pulled him back to the bedroom. "Come on! Let's go have fun."

Jin sighed. "Oh, all right. What harm could it do?"

"That's the spirit." He handed Jin sweatpants and a sweatshirt, then put on the same himself.

Outside, they trudged through mid-calf-deep snow. Hwoarang stopped and scooped up a handful of snow. He formed it into a ball and lobbed it at an unsuspecting Jin.

Jin retaliated, and soon they were engaged in an all-out snowball war. They ran, ducked, and threw snow projectiles. The neighborhood kids came out and joined them.

Cold and tired, Jin eventually called a truce. "I want to go inside. I'm cold."

"Wimp," Hwoarang chid, getting in one last snowball before heading in. Almost to the door, he found himself covered in snow and a smirking Jin standing behind him.

"Paybacks are hell."

They brushed the snow off their clothes and tried not to drip too much in their apartment. They headed straight for the bathroom, where they could hang their wet clothes in the shower.

"I've got an idea, Ran," Jin said, turning toward the bathtub. "How about a nice, hot bath to get warmed up?" He turned the faucet on.

"Mmm, sounds nice."

Jin let the bathtub fill up and went into the bedroom to get the lubricant.

"That kind of a bath, huh? Sounds even better," Hwoarang smiled, grabbing Jin and kissing him.

Jin ran his hand down Hwoarang's back, down over the curve of his ass, then dragged a finger up through the cleft. "Just remember - paybacks are hell."

"Ohh," Hwoarang moaned, his body responding to the implied threat.

Jin stopped the faucet, and the stepped into the bathtub. Jin sat toward the back, spreading his legs to let Hwoarang sit between them. "You know, you brought this on yourself," Jin purred, his hand brushing lightly against Hwoarang's sex. He kissed down the back of his neck, sucking the skin at the junction of neck and shoulder.

Hwoarang moaned softly. He placed his hand on Jin's thigh, just above the knee.

Jin continued his ministrations, teasingly touching Hwoarang's chest, pinching his nipples, and caressing parted thighs.

Hwoarang leaned back onto Jin's chest, using a shoulder as a pillow. He could feel Jin's semi-hard manhood against the small of his back and leaned into it.

Jin moved to the side, moving Hwoarang's head to rest on his arm. He bent over his chest and suckled one pert nipple, still teasing Hwoarang's stiffening member.

"Jin, you're cruel," Hwoarang muttered.

"You brought this on yourself, tease," Jin replied, teasing Ran's pucker with a finger.

"Ohh," he moaned, squeezing Jin's thigh. "Damn, I want you." He rubbed his back against Jin's now-quite-hard shaft. "Seems like you want me, too."

Jin silenced him with a kiss. He reached over and grabbed the tube from the edge of the tub. "You're so impatient. I should just make you wait."

"That would be fair," Hwoarang said, stroking Jin's thigh with a fingernail.

"You're an evil man, you know that?"

"Yeah. But you like it."

"If we weren't in the bathtub, you'd be on your back with your ankles behind your ears." Jin stroked Hwoarang's erection. "One bad thing about the tub is that this stuff washes off so quickly."

"We can work around that, you know." Hwoarang moved to face Jin. "Sit on the edge." He dried Jin's erection, applied a generous amount of lube, then turned so Jin could put some on his opening. Carefully, he positioned himself over Jin's erection.

Jin pulled Hwoarang down onto his shaft, getting halfway in before sliding into the water.

No longer half-standing precariously, Hwoarang slid down onto Jin. "Mmm, so good, Jin."

Jin thrust into Hwoarang, kissing sucking biting the back of his neck and shoulder and touching his erect nipples. "You feel so good, Ran."

Hwoarang cried out as Jin hit his sweet spot. "God, Jin, touch my cock, please!"

Jin licked Hwoarang's earlobe and whispered, "As you wish." He reached forward and started pumping the erection in time with his fucking.

"God, Jin," Hwoarang panted, spilling his seed into the water.

Jin cried out as the ring of muscle clamped around his shaft, causing his own orgasm. He sank back in the tub, pulling Hwoarang with him. They lay together, simply breathing, for several minutes.

Jin kissed the top of Hwoarang's head. "I think I can forgive you for being such a tease this morning."

Hwoarang murmured, "That's good, I think." His stomach grumbled. "I'm hungry, but I don't want to move. I don't think I can."

"I don't want you to move. I want to stay like this forever."

"Sap." Hwoarang lazily tickled Jin's knee. "Next thing I know, you'll be sending me flowers." He leaned harder into Jin's chest. "Besides, we can't stay here forever. We'll turn into human prunes." He showed Jin his fingers. "And I'm still hungry."

Reluctantly, they climbed out of the bathtub, dried off, and dressed.

"So, what do you want to eat?" Jin asked. Before Hwoarang could answer, he added, "No, I'm not on the menu."

"Aww, you're no fun." Hwoarang examined the rice cooker. "Hmm, this is only from last night. Anything else?"

"Some instant ramen, instant soup, and noodles," Jin said, listing the contents of the cupboard.

"Soup, rice, or noodles? I don't care."

"Noodles for me. There's enough for both of us. Want some?"

Hwoarang shrugged. "Sure."

After lunch, Hwoarang found a new magazine and sprawled out on the floor to read it. Jin turned on a CD and sat down next to him.

"That's mine, and I haven't read it yet."


Jin glared at him.

"Oh, fine. Can we read it together?"


"Great! You can help me with the words I don't know." He moved over on the cushion to give Jin space.

Jin laid on his side next to Hwoarang. "I'd think that you can read well enough by now that you don't need my help."

"Do you want me to get you a Korean newspaper and see how well you can read it?"

"Point taken." They read the magazine together, with the occasional break for kissing.

After dinner, they sat in the living room with a pot of tea.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Hwoarang suggested.

"I don't know. Is there anything on TV?"

"Probably just depressing news about the weather," Hwoarang said, pressing the button on the remote.

"It stopped snowing a while ago."

"Yeah, I know."

The reporter said that the front had mostly moved through, and any further accumulation would be minimal.

"Does that make you happy, Ran?"

"Happier, anyway. I still feel like watching a movie."

"I don't know if I'm really in the mood for a movie."

Hwoarang rifled through the cassettes, pulled one out from the back, and held it up for Jin. "Even if it's this one?" Once, Hwoarang had persuaded a reluctant Jin to videotape themselves one evening.

"That one I could handle. Don't know how much of it I'd actually watch."

"That's sort of the point." He put the tape in the VCR and hit PLAY, walked around their small apartment making sure all the curtains were closed, then sat down next to Jin.

Watching his lover touch him on video, Jin said, "I am so glad I let you talk me into that. I'd love to do it again." He kissed Hwoarang deeply, sliding his hands under the shirt to pull it off.

"I think I've created a monster," Hwoarang replied, teasing Jin's nipples through his shirt. "You're such a slut."

Jin pushed Hwoarang onto his back and kissed him down his chest to his belly button, then pressed his mouth over the bulge in Hwoarang's pants. Hwoarang moaned.

"Who's a slut?"

"You are." Hwoarang turned his head to see the TV. "Ooh, I like this part." In the video, Jin was tied to the headboard, and Hwoarang was kneeling over his face.

He sat up and pushed Jin backwards. He pulled off Jin's shirt and his own pants. He sucked Jin's nipples and kissed his throat, grinding his erection against Jin's.

"Oh, Ran," Jin purred, "I've got an even better idea."

"Oh?" Hwoarang bit an earlobe. "What, then?"

Jin flipped Hwoarang over, then removed his pants. He turned around so he was looking at his lover's cock and vice versa. "69."

Hwoarang's erection twitched. "It's been so long since we -- "

Jin took Hwoarang's erection in his mouth, stilling any further commentary. He knelt over Hwoarang, who started sucking Jin.

Jin traced his finger over Hwoarang's entrance, then stroked the perineum. Hwoarang moaned and reached up and stroked Jin's balls.

Jin came, then Hwoarang. Jin turned around and kissed his partner.

"You know, we really need to get through the whole video sometime," Hwoarang murmured, still lying on his back.

"Yeah, but it's just so hot to watch you doing things to me. I don't get to see your face or your body's responses while you're doing those things to me." He turned on his side and rested his head on Hwoarang's shoulder.

"So next time we have a video camera, you want to switch?"

"Sure," Jin replied, kissing Hwoarang's neck.

Hwoarang smiled. "Yep. Definitely a monster. But I love him."

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