Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Love ❯ Communicating ( Chapter 4 )

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Tekken 4 - Communicating

Chapter 4

"Good morning" Steve whispered as Hwoarang started to stir from his sleep.

"Ahh.....fuck.....what time is it?" Hwoarang mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Twenty past eight" Steve answered as he trailed kisses up his shoulder.

The Korean pushed away, sitting up to search for his jeans.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked kinda confused, popping himself up onto his elbows.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Where do I fucking start?!" Hwoarang shouted as he pulled out a cigarette from the back pocket of his jeans.

"We don't know a fuck about each other besides the fact that your name is Steve, my name is Hwoarang, your British, I'm Korean and we're both in the same fucking tournament!"

"So..?"

"So? SO!? It's not suppose to fucking be like that, we're fighting against each other, we're both here for serious reasons not for a relationship based on names and nationalities!"

"I know… this whole thing was physical. Nothing more. We don't have to know everything about each other to fuck" Steve retorted.

"Fuck you!"

"Look! I'm sorry” Steve sighed “....I like you...please let's talk about this aye? Just because we're competing against each other doesn't mean we can't be together..." looking up Steve watched Hwoarang light up his cigarette.

Getting out of the futon, he walked over to the Korean and took the cigarette out between his fingers. Slipping his hand behind Hwoarang's neck, he took a long drag and passed some of the smoke into Hwoarang's mouth with a deep kiss.

When they reluctantly broke apart, Steve passed it back to him and they both got dressed in silence.

After they were dressed Hwoarang went to leave the room, getting stopped as Steve quickly grabbed his forearm.

"I'll see you later?"

Hwoarang turned around to look Steve in the eyes, nodding he walked out the door.

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Weeks had pasted on as the tournament kept going, Hwoarang and Steve spent a lot of their time together. Talking about their reasons for going into Zaibatsu to what kinds of food they hated and hobbies they loved. Hwoarang and Steve grew closer and closer each day...

11: 45PM

Quietly, Steve snuck up behind Hwoarang in the dojo.

"Guess who?" Steve breathed as he covered his hands over the Koreans eyes.

A smile crossed Hwoarang's lips as he played along.

"Jesus?"

He started laughing when Steve attacked his ribs with his fingers.

"Cheeky bugga!" Steve joked.

Falling back into Steve's arms Hwoarang smiled up at him

"Give us a kiss aye?" Steve asked lovingly before bending down to press his lips to Hwoarang's.

"How was your fight?" Hwoarang asked softly as they broke away.

"I won didn't I?" Steve replied smiling down at him.

"I knew you would babe, everyone's probably distracted by your sexy features” Hwoarang teased, pulling him down for another kiss

"You know....when we fight each other....you're gonna win....and that's that" Steve said quietly in-between kisses along Hwoarang's jaw-line.

"I don't even want to think about it..." Hwoarang whispered

Jin stood in the doorway of the dojo, his blood boiled at the sight of the two. Furious that someone was touching Hwoarang, no one was supposed to touch Hwoarang, Hwoarang wasHIS and his alone.

Storming out of the dojo, Jin snarled `Steve Fox is going to regret ever being with Hwoarang, ever even thinking about it… what a mistake you've made' Jin thought as he looked back at the dojo with red eyes.

Steve and Hwoarang held their hands to their ears as they heard the loud pitched howl coming from outside the dojo.

“What the hell?!” Steve yelled, running outside

“Steve!” Hwoarang ran after him as he stood outside

`What the hell was that?'