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.

"That Steve Fox," said Hwoarang between mouthfuls of noodles, "sure fits his name."

Jin raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"He's hot. A fox." Hwoarang shook his head. Jin was too sheltered.

Jin ignored him and finished his dinner, opting to spend the evening reading. When Hwoarang dropped onto the floor next to him, he closed his book and asked, "What?"

"Steve. Don't you want to do him?"

Jin shook his head. Sometimes Ran got a little obsessive. "Why? Should I? I've got you, and that's all I need."

"I just think it would be hot if all of us together ..." Hwoarang's voice trailed off, and his hand snaked down Jin's pants. "Think about it, right?"

The following evenings had the same pattern. Jin, getting fed up, asked, "Why are you so obsessed with this idea?" Insecurity plagued him.

"I dunno. I just thought it would be hot to watch you fuck him." He tilted his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or to watch him fuck you." He traced fingernails down Jin's throat. "I could see your face, watch your expressions."

"Why Steve?"

"Would you prefer someone like Paul? The jiisan-type doesn't do anything for me."

Jin snickered. "No, me either." He sighed. "Once. Then you stop asking."


Hwoarang knew that Steve was still in the area. He'd seen him a few places, and he took Jin to a ramen stand in the neighborhood he'd last seen Steve. He only had to wait a few minutes before he saw a blond head sticking out above a small crowd.

"Steve! Over here." He stood and waved, and Steve walked over.

Steve ducked under the noren and took a seat. He blinked a couple times, as he noted that Jin was sitting next to Hwoarang, and neither of them seemed inclined to start a fight. Suspicious, he asked, "What do you want?"

"We were hanging out and getting some ramen. I saw you in the crowd there and thought I'd say hello." Hwoarang shrugged. "Buy you some ramen?"

"I already ate, thanks."

"Beer, then?"

"Why not?" Steve accepted the Kirin Ichiban from the stand owner and drank it. He looked at Jin, who sat sipping sake peacefully, and Hwoarang, who was drinking beer ... peacefully. He had to know. "What's up? I thought you had this thing about fighting that guy. But you're sitting here like chums."

Hwoarang smirked. "I got over that. We've been living together for the past 5 or 6 months. As lovers."

Steve almost choked on his drink. "I didn't know you fancied blokes."

"I didn't, either," murmured Jin. "But he certainly seems to fancy me."

"You have any plans tonight, Steve?" Hwoarang asked.

He shrugged. "Not really."

"We were going to head to a pub. I hear there's a decent band playing. Want to join us?"

"Sounds like fun." Steve didn't know anyone in the small Japanese town, and he barely knew these two, but they were at least familiar faces, and the first he'd seen in months.

Hwoarang deposited money on the counter, and the three men walked to the club. The band came onstage and started playing guitar rock. Jin looked bored, but Hwoarang got up and danced in the crowd.

"He loves this sort of thing," Jin shouted in Steve's ear. "I still don't get it."

"It's got a good beat," Steve shouted back. He nodded his head with the music, drinking another beer.

Jin slipped his hand onto Steve's thigh. "How do you feel about blokes?"

Steve swallowed hard. "I never thought about them, really."

"Pity. Ran thinks it would be interesting if you, ah, joined us. I've grown fond of the idea, I have to admit."

Just then, the band took a break between sets, and Hwoarang returned, taking a seat on the other side of Steve. "Are you having fun?"

"Steve says he doesn't think about men," Jin said.

"No? Could he be persuaded, I wonder?" Hwoarang dragged his finger down Steve's chest, pausing just below his belt.

Steve whimpered.

"Would you like to go somewhere more private? Or would you rather leave and pretend this never happened?" Jin asked.

Steve considered it. It was an awkward situation, to say the least. He was lonely, he admitted to himself, and he was starved for companionship. He had a brief mental image of the other two men, naked bodies entwined, and he realized it was turning him on. "Would this be a recurring thing, or just this once?"

"Let's decide that afterward, huh?" Hwoarang said with a smirk.

"I'll go."

"Excellent. You won't regret it."

Jin turned the lock in the door after he closed it. Hwoarang had already led Steve back to their bedroom. He took a deep breath and joined them.

Hwoarang had stripped Steve down to his (heh) boxer shorts and had a hand teasing the curve of his ass. "He just looks so fuckable, doesn't he?"

Jin looked at Steve: his lips were parted, and his cheeks were lightly flushed. He felt himself becoming aroused. "God." He knelt beside them and slid Steve's boxers to the floor, taking Steve's cock into his mouth. Hwoarang stepped back, to take in the whole scene: his lover, sucking off another man, who tilted his head back, and moaned. Hwoarang felt his cock stiffen. Steve cried out sharply and fell back onto the futon. Jin caught Hwoarang's eyes and swallowed.

"God." He slid his pants off, then Jin's. "That was so hot," he said, kissing Jin roughly on the throat. "I want to fuck you so bad." He turned to Steve. "And I want you to watch."

Hwoarang pulled a bottle from the small nightstand and applied the contents liberally to his cock. He pushed Jin to his knees, knelt behind him, and pressed in. He touched Jin's broad shoulders, dragging fingernails hard enough to leave red marks. He heard Jin panting, saw Steve watching with growing interest. Hwoarang smirked.

"Ran," Jin whimpered, "touch me. Please."

"Not yet," he managed. "I want to watch you. Fuck. Him." The thought pushed him over the edge, and he collapsed on his side next to Steve. "It's your turn," he whispered into Steve's ear. He slid his tongue around the outer edge of Steve's ear, sucked the lobe between his teeth, and bit it. Steve gasped. "You've never been fucked by a man, have you?"

"No." Steve arched his back as Jin's finger traced across his nipple, then paired with his thumb to pinch it. "You really mean to do it," he said.

"I do," Jin replied. "He's not in a mood to bottom." Jin bent over Steve's chest, traced the hollow at the base of his throat with his tongue. Hwoarang sat back and watched. Jin sucked Steve's nipple, and Steve's back arched. Jin's hand slipped between Steve's legs, testing, and Steve inhaled quickly. Jin pressed his finger just past the opening, and Steve moaned. Hwoarang unwrapped a condom and unrolled it over Jin's cock, then covered it with lube.

"Just relax," Jin said as he knelt behind Steve and positioned his hips. He slowly pressed his cock into Steve's ass. Both men watched Steve's expression changing from nervous fear to mild pain to pleasure. Steve moaned.

"God damn." Steve let his hand wander down to his cock, which was stiffening. Jin slapped it away and took Steve's cock in his own hand, stroking it in rhythm with his hips. Hwoarang watched, lips parted, breath coming heavy. He watched Jin's face, saw the corners of his eyes crinkle up and head tilt back, and smiled. 'Mine,' he thought, as Steve came on his stomach.

"You are so amazing," Hwoarang whispered to Jin.

"Next time, I'm watching you," Jin murmured.

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