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Who: Vergil, Hwoarang
When: After their sexcapades the night before.
Where: Vergil and Hwoarang's cell
What: Vergil with a sore bum and who knows what kind of attitude.
Rating: PG-17??




A dull pain in his lower back end stirred Vergil from his sleep, and he groaned. Turning over he felt the side of the bunk stopping him from falling off. Wait... falling off? Eyes snapping open he looked at the wall on the other side of the room, wondering why he seemed much higher off the ground. Leaning up on his elbow a little, he glanced over the side of the bunk and blinked. The hell... he quickly turned over to see Hwoarang and it all hit him. Like a bolt of lightning.

"... Ngh." Vergil's hand covered his face as he couldn't believe he done THAT with... with... THAT! Peering at Hwoarang's sleeping body through his fingers, he then brought his hand up to rake through his hair as it was hanging in his face. That human brat and tossed those drugs at him and then everything had just gone down hill from there. He remembered it now. His ass throbbed as if remembering too.

"Well that certainly back fired..." he groaned, cupping his face in his hands, sitting up. Vergil was sure that having sex with his cellmate, was not what Sword had meant when he told him to rough the kid up. Not that Vergil had planned that in the first place. Things had just spun out of control way too quickly. Though way back in his mind he had to admit he'd liked it, A LOT.

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Sometime during the night Hwoarang managed to spoon himself against Vergil’s back and wound his arms around the other’s waist so there would be no fear of falling off the edge. He actually liked falling asleep that way, his flaccid sex against the muscular curve of his cellmates ass, it was a comfort that reminded him of their sexual tryst.

The redhead remained blissfully asleep even when Vergil sat up, though he subconsciously tightened his grip on the other’s waist, but he still continued snoring softly. He was cute, somehow, sleeping like this he was neither violent nor was he talkative, nor was he being brazen or sarcastic. His body was exhausted from exertion s he took advantage of as much sleep as he could muster, not to mention he woke up at all hours of the night to make sure Vergil was okay.

Still it didn’t take long for him to realize his sleeping companion was awake and moving about. In the same instant his eyes shot open and he looked up at Vergil yawning sleepily and blinking owlishly as the lights were finally on and blinding him at this early hour. It wasn’t early; however, Hwoarang was sure it was breakfast time. Sitting up slowly he noticed Vergil was recalling last night.

Scratching the back of his head sheepishly he really wasn’t too sure what to say, “I…uh…how’re ya feelin’ are you hungry…if…you know…you’re not up to it I’ll bring you something light like fruit?”

Well shit how did this happen? He knew how it happened, Vergil tried to kill him and that turned into pretty hot sex. He didn’t regret it of course, he enjoyed it a whole lot actually, “or…I could just help you…get around…”

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Feeling strong arms tighen around his waist, Vergil glanced down, his hair flopping back into his face. What was he, a teddy bear for this brat? When milk chocolate eyes opened to blink sleep from them, a yawn in tow, Vergil looked at Hwoarang, his expression not really saying much. It was a nutural look, one could take it was as not amused, or... well who knew when it came to Vergil.

And then Hwoarang started talking. Ugh... Vergil liked the human much more when his mouth stayed shut. His expression quickly turned to annoyance, steadily looking angry that the other thought he'd be too weak to get out of bed after last night. It wasn't like he was that weak that a little bit of really hot sexing would make him enable to move from a bed. Foolish human.

"I don't need your help hu-" Vergil actually stopped himself, suddenly feeling odd calling the other 'human' right out anymore.

"-Hwoa." he corrected himself, not really understanding why'd he'd done that. It was the first time he'd actually used an actual name for his cellmate, not including last night while he'd been under the drug's influance. Going to move to get out of bed, he groaned, his body not wanting to comply with him. Damnit... Vergil kept forgetting, his body wasn't as quick to heal itself after such things. Typically this wouldn't have been a problem, he could be near death one day then completely fine in the morning. Vergil really really hated this. Huffing he flopped onto his back again, pissed that he was reduced to feeling like a weak human. Weak, weak, WEAK.

"... I don't get you." he muttered, eyes closed, brows furrowed in frustration.

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“You don’t have to get me Vergil; my motives are mysterious, eternal, and probably illegal in most states,” Hwoarang murmured when the other man collapsed against the bed looking as though he were in pain. Yeah, he would definitely let Vergil rest here while he went to bring him food that didn’t require that he take eating utensils from the dining hall. They had breakfast burritos which included everything, and he could cut up an apple and get the other a drink while he was in there, he’d bring two plates back, “I’ll bring ya breakfast okay and I’ll get you to the showers before they turn the hot water off…that should be good for your achy muscles…and then you can chill out in my bed since…we kinda messed your sheets up…I’ll get ‘em washed though!”

With that said he climbed over Vergil securing his cellmate comfortably on the bed before hopping onto the floor. He didn’t dress out completely just his briefs and jeans. He also cleaned up at the wash basin scrubbing his hands and splashing his face before turning to ht other man damp, but smiling quite wolfishly, “be right back so…uh…don’t move!”

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Listening to Hwoarang as he talked, he chose not to remind the other that he spoke way too much, instead just nodding, his eyes still shut but his expression had settled into something more relaxed. There was no point in arguing with Hwoarang about being treated like a sick child, as he knew the other would do it anyway.

"Whatever..." he muttered, shifting onto his side, since his rear was complaining again. Vergil couldn't understand why Hwoarang would be so eager to help him like this, especially after what he tried to do to him last night. Granted it had ended up much differently than either had thought, but still. Vergil had meant to hurt him, failed and in the end been the one sore in the morning... but if he were Hwoarang he wouldn't want to curl up next to the man who'd tried to kick his ass. Much less get him food, clean shit, or bring him to the showers. Personally he'd leave the other to feel miserable... or kill them.

"Mmph..." Vergil groaned in response to the other as he made his way out of the cell. Granted Hwoarang nagged at him... but... the human was starting to grow on him a little, though he'd never admit it.

Sword was going to have a fit.

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Hwoarang and Vergil were two totally different entities altogether, sure the redhead enjoyed fighting, and sure he hated his enemies. Didn’t everyone? He, however, didn’t enjoy seeing suffering and even in his enemies he preferred to deal with them quickly and decisively rather to making them suffer it out. Another thing was that Vergil was his cellmate and they had to learn to get along or things would not be good between them at all, Hwoarang would rather not spend the rest of his time here in utter misery. Plus they had sex last night, what was the young redhead supposed to do about that when the other wouldn’t mutter more than a sentence to him about any of it and that was pushing it.

His trip to the dining hall was quick, he picked up breakfast, did any cutting and slicing he needed to in the dining hall and returned to the room with two plates of food, breakfast burritos and an apple with milk just as he’d thought. He was surprisingly more acrobatic than he appeared able to get onto the bed without spilling anything on the tray, “here you go. Listen I really want to talk about last night you know…but I don’t want you to clam up on me like you always do when I wanna talk to you. If I got too eager and hurt you I’m sorry…I’m sorry about the drug too but I already said that…but there is also that little matter of yoou trying to put my lights out…are you…working for Sword?”

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Moving the pillows up a bit so he could sit up somewhat but still lay back against something, he took the offered tray. Vergil poked and prodded at the food on it while Hwoarang talked, his eyes downcast not looking really interested in what the other had to say. When his cellmate had finished speaking he was silent for a moment, sure that Hwoarang already knew that answer to that question.

"... Sword would tell you I am. That I'm his 'loyal' dog I'm sure." Vergil seemed to mull something over in his head for a moment, then continued.

"It was a favor, for getting something back for me. Nothing more, nothing less. If you had bothered me that badly I would have killed you much earlier." he said, his fingers picking up a piece of apple to pop it in his mouth. Looking up at Hwoarang as he chewed it then swallowed, he licked his lips.

"And stop appologizing. It's annoying." granted his ass hurt, but he was sure the bruises he'd left on Hwoarang's neck didn't feel so great either. He didn't need this human feeling bad for him anyway. Pity was something that nobody deserved here.

"Let's just say for what I tried to do, I deserved what I got. If I was too weak to take you out then so be it..." another piece of apple disapeared into his mouth. It seemed the easiest way to get Hwaorang to stop talking was to answer his questions, and anyway he could care less if Sword found out. What was the human going to do? Take his pendant back? He'd like to see him try.

"... it wasn't so bad." he muttered the last part quietly before stuffing another piece of apple in his mouth. Of course meaning the sex. Granted he'd been under the influence of the drug but... even he could remember how great it had felt. He could give Hwoarang that much credit, he was good at pleasing his partner when having sex, that was for sure.

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Hwoarang was about to open his mouth up to apologize for apologizing, but he caught himself and stopped. Though as far as Hwoarang was concerned it wasn’t out of pity he apologized, he simply felt bad knowing he had cause Vergil discomfort, but then again the same thing could be said about his neck. Not only were their bruises from attempted murder, but the other’s mouth had ravage him too.

Hwoarang listened to everything Vergil had to say, but the part that pleased him best was when the other told him he had been good. He didn’t expect much more than that, but it made the redhead feel amazing. After that kind of compliment he could care less about Sword or that the other was supposed to have killed him. The redhead leaned in, careful of their breakfast and licked Vergil’s lips still juicy from the apple before drawing back smiling quite contentedly, “well I thought you were phenomenal and I’d like the chance to make you feel that good anytime you want. I…don’t think you’re a dog either…that’s part of the reason I’m against Sword…equality.”

Shaling sword out of his brain for the moment Hwoarang smiled happily; if he could have been any animal at that moment a mutt would have suited him perfectly. If he had a tail it would certainly be wagging, “I would say…that I’ll also try not to do the things you hate anymore, but then I’d be so boring!”

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Vergil was surprised at the redhead's tongue on his lips, licking away the juices from his breakfast. This human had no fear it seemed. Or maybe he just felt that after last night things were hunky dory between them. Vergil could say that he didn't exactly want to end the human's life anymore, but that didn't mean they were best friends... or lovers for that matter.

Putting that little bit of information in his mind for later, as he might have to take Hwoarang up on that if he needed some release in the future, Vergil 'hmphd' at his cellmate's comment on equality. What a bunch of crap. The human might want that, but equality was something that could never happen, no matter where you went. Vergil knew that first hand. Being half demon, half human he wasn't considered either sides equal, both humans and demons hated him for what he was, and his brother. What had those humans done to help him when his human mother was killed by demons? What did they do when her two sons now orphaned needed help. Nothing. Even now, Dante helped humans without so much as a thanks from most of them and still the moment the found out he was part demon they shunned him.

Equality... heh, what rubbish.

"You really think getting rid of Sword would fix things here? That any of us deserve this equality? We're of the worst kind, we don't deserve anything Hwoa." Vergil said, a dark smile on his face. It was amusing though how much the other seemed to hate Sword. But seeing the happy smile on his cellmate's face made his smile fade, turning into an annoyed roll of the eyes when he spoke.

"That wouldn't do much good, you'd just be more annoying trying not to be annoying..." he shook his head, eatting another piece of apple. Taking another piece of apple he pressed it to Hwoarang's lips, to silence his talking.

"Now be quiet and eat."

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“Not everyone…” was pretty much all the redhead got out before Vergil pressed an apple slice to his lips Hwoarang new it was probably to keep him quite as sleeping and eating were the only times his mouth seemed to be occupied with anything other than talking. Well that wasn’t entirely true, Hwoarang found he was relatively quite when he was kissing Vergil or sucking on the man’s most intimate parts which brought back some warm memories that made his face flush. He accepted the apple, but not before taking his companion’s wrist and licking his fingers clean afterwards.

What he wanted to say was that not everyone in the prison was there were the worst, hadn’t Hwoarang proven that he wasn’t? heh, Hwoarang wasn’t even a killer, his profile only said that so they could keep him in prison. He had committed treason, of course, by abandoning the Korean Military, and before hat he’d been in a gang so he knew about drugs as well, but mostly it was a street racing and fighting gang. He was forced to fight for an army he didn’t like in skirmishes he despised, to ruin people he had nothing to do with. It was sick, so he left.

He’d been captured, received incessant beatings, most of the time they were brutal but he walked away with no boy scarring except for maybe a few of the deeper cuts, he knew there was one on his back and one on his hip. Prison in Korea was a bitch, people thought prison here was bad, this was a walk in the park! A bed, three meals, a chapel, a place to exercise and shower, taking your cellmate as a sex partner…this prison was a joke. Apart from the murders, that never happened in a Korean prison, because Korean prisons were like the ones you read about it the Count of Monte Cristo, Château d'If. Every prisoner by themselves that way no one could hear you scream. It was a living nightmare and the only way he got out of it was to serve again.

Somehow he ended up here, but he wasn’t a guilty man…he wasn’t a saint, and his beliefs and morals might have been naïve. He didn’t want the same thing he had gotten while in Korea and he didn’t want the ones he befriended getting hurt because someone decides they want to force power with a makeshift knife. Hwoarang could do that, but he wouldn’t.

Taking a bte of the burrito the redhead looked a little sullen thinking to himself, he’d had plenty of time for his own thoughts which was probably why he was so talkative. If he thought too much his thoughts became dark when he recalled a history he didn’t wish to remember. On the inside he was an agry person, which rarely showed because he had once been told something very important by his master about anger.

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Almost tugging his wrist from Hwoarang's grasp, Vergil stopped when that devilish tongue snaked out to clean his fingers. Hwoarang was certainly good with his mouth, in many was it seemed. He watched, face flushed a litte. The attention was rather nice, and his body seemed to like it which annoyed him a little. His body was his worst enemy in this damn place... what a traitor it was. Enjoying doing it with two humans already... though he technically didn't count Kain. To him that still had been with Dante... but he knew it wasn't true.

For a moment Vergil had this odd wanting to just grab Hwoarang by the face and kiss though wicked lips. Vergil blinked, snapping out of that train of thought. He was going crazy thinking that way. Taking his now 'clean' fingers back, he glanced at Hwoarang a few times while eatting, surprised he'd actually stayed so quiet after being told to. Miracles happened it seemed.

Though... after so long, the silence was actually starting to bother him. Had he realy gotten so use to the human's constant talking?

"... you know... if you want to talk that's fine... just in moderation would be nice." Vergil muttered, drinking some of his milk.

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Hwoarang looked up at Vergil a bit surprised at the suggestion he talk in moderation, which was kind of a joke, but for Hwoarang to talk at all was another step up. Taking another bite out of his burrito he merely watched the other man as he chewed thinking about what he should say. What did moderation mean to a chatterbox like himself, not a while hellish much, but he’d give it a try. Finishing what was in his mouth he spoke, “my master always used to say that to be a good martial artist one should possess the right mind. He always said I was angry and he would always try to channel it with physical activity. We’d talk for a long time about my anger problems, and he would say that anger clouds judgment and turned inward it could be an unconquerable enemy, I was unique among his student because I asked for no help facing that enemy.”

Hwoarang paused for a moment to eat another piece of apple, he wanted to give little pieces of his history slowly to the other man though his thoughts were so scattered he didn’t know where to start, “that’s a little piece of me from the past eh? Nothing like the me now…if you think I’m a brat now you really wouldn’t have liked me. I don’t think I liked myself very much…”

“As for why I’m here…I didn’t kill anyone…I’m here because the Korean Army thinks I’m a threat and they just wanted me locked away somewhere…they called me a traitor,” Hwoarang smiled thoughtfully before switching from sweet apple back to the burrito. He, of course, wouldn’t ask Vergil about his past knowing that the past could be a sensitive subject. He didn’t even expect Vergil to say much about this just to listen for a bit while he got his thoughts in order, “I’m thinking of writing it all down so…no matter how long I’m down here I’ll know that I am not guilty of a crime…but I’m not a saint…wish I coulda been, but I’d never would have met Reno or the other guys down here, and you too…”

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Vergil wasn't sure what Hwoarang trying to accomplish by telling him all this. Though he couldn't see Hwoarang being angry, the brat was always so... bouncy, for lack of a better term. It was interesting to hear that his cellmate hadn't killed anyone to get here. Huh, so he was stuck with some innocent kid then? Amusing.

"Meet me? I can't see how that's been a pleasurable experiance." Vergil said, finding that hard to believe. He'd been nothing but a completely prick to the human the whole time he'd been here. What was so great about meeting him? This human was odd.

"Besides, I'm not like you... I ended people's lives to end up down here, and I enjoyed it too." Vergil smirked. He rarely actually killed humans, it took a lot for him to feel the need to waste his time on them, most of his killing envolved demons, those bastards that took his mother from him, and almost his brother.

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“I know that, there aren’t many people down here who are innocent, but you gotta make friends with someone. Besides being here is better than the prisons in Korea, the good news is you get a cel to yourself, bad news is it’s four cement walls, no bed, with a toilet in the floor…sounds posh doesn’t it?” Hwoarang chuckled softly. He knew what kind f person Vergil was, but he had no choice but to like him and now it didn’t even mean anything he liked Vergil anyway, “they’re pretty tough on Military traitors too, but I don’t care, it was an army I despised…didn’t like how they did things using force…kinda like down here. Except it was innocent lives up there…anyway they’re tough see?”

Hwoarang shifted showing the other his back and a long burgundy welt; it was no more than a discoloration of his otherwise very fine skin. At the time, however, it had been one of his deepest wounds, one he’d gotten when he was nineteen if he remembered correctly, “compared to those guys your treatment was like a tickle…no offense.”

Hwoarang set his tray aside feeling rather int the mod to show Vergil just how different he was from those guys. He also carefully set aside his cellmates tray as he crawled over to him. Pressing his cheek to the others’ own he murmured softly, “and about it not being a pleasurable experience…well you played Go-Fish with me even though I kinda tricked you and last night…aside from the near death experience I found your company quite pleasurable I can’t really remember a time before that I’ve had that much pleasure…and as they say…forgiveness is divine so…I forgive you.” The redhead nipped Vergil’s ear playfully before drawing back smiling broadly.

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Sounded like Hwoarang had had his hard times too, a nice little trip through hell and back he was sure. He wondered if Hwoarang had ever actually been to hell though. Vergil wrinkled his nose thinking about it, having been in hell before... it wasn't a pleasent place. Especially when all the demons there want to kill you because of shit your father did... not you. Annoying to say the least.

Vergil was tempted to touch the large scar on the other's back, but kept his hands to himself. He'd never known how it felt to have scars, at least not physically. His body healed him too quick to let any kind of scaring happen. Having his tray plucked from his lap Vergil looked up to have Hwoarang right in his face, their cheeks smoothing against one anothers. He felt his body flush instantly, liking the close proximity. The hot breath on his ear was doing funny things to his body, and then when that devilish mouth nipped at his ear, Vergil pulled back, a hand clasping over the abused lobe. Face flushed his eyes were wide, but quickly furrowed, glaring.

"You brat..." he all but growled. Suddenly he reached out grabbing the other by the back of his hair, pulling him close. Hwoarang would have to be the definition of cock tease. Doing things like that to him all damn morning.

"Stop. Being. Such. A TEASE." Vergil said his face close to Hwoarang's. Not seconds later he pressed his mouth against his cellmates, tasting their morning breakfast in his mouth as he pushed his tongue in. Fuck himself for doing this, but the damn human was just driving him mad.

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Hwoarang was surprised by Vergil’s reaction, but not at all displeased when the other told him to stop teasing and pulled the redhead in fr a kiss. About damn time, the younger man was waiting for some initiative all morning just so that he could do this. Of course the young martial artist knew well his cellmate wasn’t up for too much but he wanted this much desperately. He didn’t dare kiss Vergil without permission after last night, but this definitely seemed like permission. Bracing himself with his legs the youth wound his arms around his companion pulling Vergil in to make the kiss more intimate with their bodies touching. He groaned softly into the kiss and made sure the other’s tongue felt well invited by caressing it with his own and not pulling back until they were breathless. Even still he didn’t draw back much, just enough so that he was able to plant several kisses in succession to Vergil’s lips, “you like that thou…ne the tension’s pretty damn hot…and when you really want it…now I know how passionate you are…” The redhead pressed his lips to the other’s angular cheek his lips and tongue working in a sensual patter back to his cellmates ear, “bath?”

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Vergil didn't complain at all, liking it, in the back of his mind hating to like this with a human so much... but then how couldn't he? Damn human's mouth and tongue worked better than that drug did any day. Plus the feel of of his still naked body against Hwoarang's half clothed one added to the warmth that was quickly spreading through his system, though most of it was heading down south.

Hwoarang sure seemed to like teasing his ear, which Vergil was starting to find out was pretty sensitive to anything like that. It seemed his cellmate had noticed too. Nodding, Vergil smirked.

"Sounds like a pleasant idea." after last night Vergil was more than ready to get cleaned up. Though if anyone made a comment about him walking funny on his way there he'd have to beat someone. And Hwoarang wouldn't be exempt from that either.

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Though Hwoarang was tempted he tried to help his cellmate out as little as possible knowing that Vergil was very stubborn and probably wouldn’t allow the young redhead to carry him anywhere. No in fact he was sure it’d be over Vergil’s dead body and when the other really said no he meant it/ Hwoarang wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell against the argument so he didn’t bother, he just handed Vergil his clothes and he carried the bath stuff.

He did notice the other’s walk and winced, but he was in no position to make fun, he was the one who’d done this to the other so he had to make up for it right? Even though thoughts of making up for it filled his thoughts another part of him was fantasizing Vergil covered in bubbles and drenched with water…and…oh man he was bad…bad bad bad. Oh he should be spanked, but that would never happen since he generally saw himself as the one doing that sort of thing.

Keeping comfortably close he made sure Vergil was able to get to the showers without anyone harassing either of them about last night, he’d just taekwondo their asses and be done with it. As Hwoarang seemed to possess one of those menacing looks all the way to the shower no one said anything. Man was it humorous to see him looking evil as most times he looked quite pleasant, but the evil really wasn’t faked, he used to be a bad ass kid from what he recalled to Vergil and that hadn’t disappeared.

Within the safety of the shower the redhead found a bench to put everything on and stripped right down to the bare skin before turning to his companion, “heh, well? Not too painful…you okay?”

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The walk to the showers was rather humbling... considering he was walking like he had a stick up his ass. Which he guessed fit rather well for him, he was sure everyone here thought he had one up there anyway, with how he acted all the time. Ignoring any looks he may have gotten, Vergil noted his cellmate's evil look as they walked. Was... was Hwoarang evil glaring people for him? Vergil almost chuckled at the sight.

Sitting on the bench in the shower room, slowly as not to make his ass hurt more, Vergil watched Hwoarang undress with hungry eyes, not bothering to hide the fact that he was staring either. He was sure the human knew he was good looking, how couldn't he.

"I've had worse, trust me." Vergil merely smirked, and started to remove his pants, ignoring his rear's protesting.

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Hwoarang had never been openly watched while he stripped, but he made sure to put a little wiggle and writhing into it as he kicked his pants and briefs off to the side. Of course he didn’t care about anyone else who looked at him, only that Vergil was doing so and it seemed to get a reaction out of his body by making it tremble a little from the seductive way those eyes moved over him like two spheres of ice melting against his skin, that was the sensation he felt and it was pretty damned good.

“Hey you, you know you don’t have to look…I think my view is pretty sensational too…but I wouldn’t mind a bit of touching either,” Hwoarang went to his cellmate only after Vergil had taken care of his own clothing. He wasn’t pushy or rough, he took his time making his way with the other to the closest shower. With the way Vergil was watching him Hwoarang doubted that sharing a shower would be too bothersome and once he got the temperature right he pulled his companion to him. It was really good how nice and warm a body could feel.

For now he simply allowed his hands to slide over the pale smooth skin as the water began jetting down over both of their bodies washing away everything from the night before, “you know, this is pretty good…I could get spoiled doing this…”

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Vergil merely smirked when Hwoarang came over when he'd finished undressing. Just got dressed to come here, then after arriving just removing it again. How silly, but he was about to walk down the halls of UGH ass naked for everyone to see. Though he was sure no one would complain. Especially after what everyone must have heard last night. Vergil wonder if Sword had found out yet. He could only imagine the look on that human's face.

Being pulled into the warmth of the water, Vergil didn't complain when their bodies met. His hands rested on the other's waist, enjoying the feel of the water pouring over them, and the wet skin sliding against his. Peering at the other, Vergil was beginning to get annoyed at his hair in his face, wanting nothing more than to slick it back so he could see like normal. Plus... having his hair down made him look like his twin, that annoyed him. He liked being different from his brother, especially in looks.

"Spoiled? Heh, is that so..." Vergil's hands smoothed down over the two firm globes of Hwoarang's ass, massaging them lightly.

"That's not a bad thing." he smirked, leaning in for a quick teasing peck.

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Hwoarang had no idea who Dante was, to him Vergil was Vergil with his hair slicked back or drooping in his eyes, either way the man was not like anyone he’d ever known. He’d never seen moon pale hair and skin though he’d certainly seen his fair share of silver-haired people this was kind of different. He’s also never seen eyes that were like to spherical pieces of ice that, when turned on Hwoarang’s naked body, seemed to melt wonderfully against his skin. Had the redhead managed to obtain some kind of precious jewel he was completely unaware of? Hwoarang admittedly had a thing for the rarities in life.

The redhead wasn’t sure, but something told him Vergil was growing more confident and more comfortable with him every moment. He knew he would get the other to like him somehow, but he never expected this, now he simply wanted nothing more than to explore their newly discovered intimacy. Who would have though that this foul-mouthed punk would possess a cute side worthy of a mate? Hwoarang was a bad-ass but he was a good guy at heart and he had to have his outward facades, but his inner self was really honest and different…and apparently so was Vergil’s.

When the other gently massaged his ass and pressed an all too brief teasing kiss to his lips Hwoarang couldn’t help chuckling deviously. Well those hands certainly felt good and if Vergil wanted it the redhead would gladly give him anything he desired that wasn’t out of his reach. Pulling his cellmate close again Hwoarang kissed the other’s ear having discovered this was a nice little sensitive spot and wondering how many more were on the other’s body, “and you call me a tease…your hands are real very good so…keep that up…”

Drawing back Hwoarang smiled lopsidedly one hand coming up to settle in Vergil’s hair, “I’ve noticed something…you don’t like your hair this way…here…my favorite actress use to wear her hair kind of like this…I was in love with her when I was a runt…I wanted to marry her…I’m not saying your femmy or nothing…she was just classy and noble and you seem very classy and noble to me sometimes that’s what it reminds me of…” Hwoarang pushed the other’s hair out of his face parting it all to one side instead of slicking it back like normal. The redhead offered his companion a goofy grin before pressing his lips to Vergil’s forehead, “though I really think you look good no matter how you lay your hair.”

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Vergil's hands kneaded Hwoarang's ass like dough, pleased he was doing something the other liked. Wait... he was glad to bring pleasure to this human? Vergil wasn't sure what was going on with him as of last night, maybe there was still some of the drug in his system... but... he knew that after today he wouldn't be able to blame his behavior on that drug anymore. Plus, something about Hwoarang just set him apart from other humans. Something just interested him, it made Hwoarang hard to resist.

"If you insist." he smirked, his body warming more at the kiss to his ear. Hwoarang was going to harass that spot forever now he was sure. Devilish thing he was. His cellmate's hands were in his hair then, fixing it into a way he'd never put it before. Whatever, he didn't mind as they were under the water, it'd probably just flop down the same way again. Blushing a slightly at the kiss and barrage of compliments, Vergil wasn't sure what to think about that. He wasn't use to recieving such words from anyone, well especially not humans. Not that he usually would have cared. Grabbing for the soap Vergil lathered his hands up, running the slippery bar over Hwoarang's back over his ass.

"So you're not calling me pretty, just saying you love and want to marry me then?" he chuckled, being sarcastic of course. Love was... love was something he'd never felt for any being, apart from Dante... no... even that... Vergil couldn't be too sure. He was sure that he loved Dante in some way, being family and lusting after him, but other than that Vergil couldn't say. Hwoarang he was warming up to quickly after last night. Vergil would have to thank Sword, it was his fault that little inccident had happened anyway. At least now he could get along with his cellmate.

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There was no doubt about it, Vergil had magic hands; the Midas touch would probably be an accurate way to describe it, hands that were pure bliss kneading his ass. The young redhead didn’t know everything about Vergil; he didn’t need to know if the other didn’t want to tell him. Right now he liked his ice-prince just this way running hot and cold spontaneously. He knew there would definitely be moments when he got the breeze over Vergil’s shoulder, but right now this was one devastatingly tempting creature pressed against him.

Vergil became warmer still as the young martial artist happily munched away at his ear and the sensitive areas surrounding it. He did this for a while until the other spoke and with surprisingly good humor and…did Vergil make a joke? Well that should be rewarded with something. Dipping his head down the youth rewarded his companion with a series of likes and nibbles to the curve on Vergil’s neck and shoulder, “you do have a cute side…but really pretty doesn’t much describe you, I’m no poet so I’d have a tough time too…and well they do have a chapel here don’t they?”

Hwoarang lifted his head smiling, that was a blatant reference to marriage, “so really is there anything between heaven and hell that could stop me…and I promise to take care of all ten of our kids too…because that’s the dependable guy I am.” As far as love went he knew he cared, of course he cared, he definitely treated Vergil differently from anyone, but love required a whole lot more and he was sure he’d reach that point. Hwoarang had never known love, his focus had always been on controlling his anger, fighting, and mechanics. Now that he didn’t have any of that his heart had space fore more there than just the usual habits.

The young redhead was finding that he enjoyed being pampered and he relished in the feeling of slippery fingers sliding over the lubricity of his already watered down flesh. He wondered how it must have felt for the other touching his body, it must have felt like silk, yielding flesh in some areas but most importantly the feel of bared skin, trained muscle, and having a taut ass was pretty nice too. Being touched wasn’t embarrassing or uncomfortable, it was exciting and it showed as signs of arousal made themselves known: flushed skin, hardening nipples and if Vergil kept it up something else would get hard too, “mmm…you’re seriously going to spoil me babe…”

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Tilting his head, enjoying the attention that Hwoarang lavished on his neck, Vergil made an odd face when his cellmate mentioned the chapel. Wait... he wasn't being serious was he? He'd have to beat some sense into the brat if he was. As Hwoarang continued to babble on about heaven and hell and... kids? TEN!? What the hell was this idiot talking about? For one neither of them could bare children, and second... just... just no. This human was getting way to far ahead of himself.

"Are you insane human!? Having children is impossible and even if we could why would I do it with you!?" he made a face, not really upset, but it was weird hearing someone speak like that about being with him. As if... Hwoarang couldn't want anything like that. Not with him. That was just madness.

"You're talking too much again Hwoa..." Vergil huffed, wanting him to be done with talk of kids and marriage. Setting the soap aside he let a soapy hand slide between Hwoarang's too pert cheeks, fingers rubbing against the puckered ring there.

"I'm more than willing to spoil you, if you keep such nonsense in that head of yours." he muttered before kissing Hwoarang. He let his fingers 'clean' his cellmates ass a little while longer before moving his hand to the front of Hwoarang's body, cupping his balls and rolling them in his hand. It was obvious that someone was enjoying what was being done to him.

"Can't forget to wash here too now can we?" he smirked, fingers squeezing the sacs a little, before massaging them more. Letting his mouth latch onto Hwoarang's neck, he lapped at the water running down the smooth plane, his tongue trailing over his collar bone and down to the perky nipples standing at attention. Laving one with his tongue, Vergil decided he liked the taste of the human's flesh, it wasn't that bad, especially now that they were cleaning up too.

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Hwoarang couldn’t stop himself from bursting out with laughter, but at the same time he stroked his cellmates face with such a tender reverence. If he could just take that bamboozled and irritated expression and transform it into something else, which he surely could. He enjoyed this too though. His cellmate’s naivety and seriousness defeated the redhead every time. But it was refreshing, “I’m sure because deep down you know children from a union like ours would be nothing less than perfection…but I would…hope that you knew I was joking…only teasing you a little. I know exactly what we both are…and even though you’re a force…I like you that way.”

In an attempt to appease the other Hwoarang leaned in to lick his companion’s ear in an almost apologetic fashion. Finishing the sensual apology off with a soft kiss to the tender shell Hwoarang whispered, “I’m teasing…I’d really take care of you though…mmmmm…ah…”

The young martial artist was cut short as Vergil began cleaning him up and quite thoroughly as well. Leaning forward the young man was able to brace himself by holding onto his companion while he was being cleaned. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had his ass toyed with, but prior to Vergil his only experience was fighting and training when it came to men. Still that ring of muscle was riddle with sensitive nerves that sent his body reeling with pleasure, a tingle knifing up his spine.

His lips latched right onto Vergil’s and his tongue tangled with his cellmates quieting the redhead of actual speaking. Soft moans and grunts were unavoidable however. He offered no resistance and gave his body over completely to the sensation he was receiving. His legs spread apart he was more than ready for the kind of pleasure he was receiving.

He continued to crush his lips against his cellmates allowing their tongues to tangle in a comfortable union. He liked feeling the caress of wet muscle and he liked massaging the other’s tongue and allowing it to explore his mouth just as much as he enjoyed plundering Vergil’s sweet cavern. Of course when Vergil paid much desired attention to his now fully engorged sex Hwoarang threw his head back unsealing their lips, “ahh! Fuck…that’s good. Mmmm…”

More sensations soon followed lips on his neck, fingers on his nipples. Pulling Vergil back the redhead leaned against the wall his cheek pressing against it’s damp surface. Like this he was able to open his body wider and pull the other into him. He was igniting underneath that touch, “you’re too…damn good at this…nnng…ah…wash it some more babe…mmm…please…” Hwoarang said this flexing his hips forward invitingly. Shit this was too good, his body was overheating.

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Vergil highly doubted that Hwoarang knew exactly what he was dealing with when it came to him, but whatever the human wanted to think. Even if it were possible to bear children with another man, Vergil doubted that Hwoarang would want any with a half breed, something hated by both parts of it's blood. He wondered what Hwoarang would think if he could see his demon form. Heh, probably wouldn't want to cuddle so much then. Making a small noise at the teasing of his ear, Vergil was annoyed that Hwoarang talked like he was speaking to some frail woman.

"Take care of me... do I seem that weak to you?" Vergil hated to think that anyone thought him weak, though he knew that right now he wasn't exactly bursting with strength either. He just hated admitting it.

Finally it seemed the human was going to be silent at least word wise when he started enjoying himself, liking how he was being 'cleaned'. Vergil smirked, liking that he could cause the other to be this way. It had slightly annoyed him that he'd been bottom last night, as he hated being in any position of weakness, and he considered bottom to be lower on the totem pole. Well not this time. Being pulled against the other as he made needy sounds, Vergil couldn't help but chuckle at how wanton Hwoarang had gotten all of a sudden, just from touching him like this.

"Babe? I think I prefered Bob." he shook his head, nipping at his cellmate's bottom lip before teasingly before sliding down the other's body, his fingers still playing over the flesh of Hwoarang's sacs, eventually running over the proud cock displayed above them. Coming to rest on his knees, Vergil eyed the flesh before him. Well he'd done this once before... but this time it wasn't with some Dante look-a-like, it was a man that annoyed the hell out of him, charmed him another moment, had blown his mind last night, and he sometimes just wanted to wring the neck of. Heh, well he'd have to wash Hwoarang real good after last night, that was for sure.

Fingers gliding over the slightly hard flesh, Vergil brought his mouth to the head, breathing a puff of hot air onto it before his tongue came out to lap at it. Letting it trail down along the underside of Hwoarang's cock, Vergil tongue made it's way back up, before his mouth covered the sensitive head, his tongue swirling around it. Knowing that the silt of his own penis was rather sensitive he let his tongue run over his companions, of course just wanting to clean him real good. His eyes glanced up for a moment to observe how Hwoarang was reacting to this, hoping that he liked it to some extent.

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Hwoarang didn’t think that, however, he knew very well Vergil was a guy just like himself and not a woman. He hadn’t thought that his teasing made the other feel that way, or the desire to want to take care of his cellmate made him feel weak. The redhead was willing to switch it over if it made the other feel better, he had once been told that there was no feeling quite like that of being made love to by a lover. He wanted to know that feeling too and he didn’t feel the slightest bit degraded by the idea, he didn’t think of the roles as better or less than and he always thought of the people around him as equals (until they started talking on their high horse). He did want to take care of Vergil, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t know the other couldn’t take care of himself, Hwoarang hoped the other would grow to want to do the same. It was a different kind of care, not the need to prove strength, but care of the body generally. Hwoarang wanted to take care of all those needs. Later he would have to express this in such a way that Vergil wouldn’t misunderstand how he felt or how the youth saw his lover, he genuinely thought that’s what they were now.

The question now was of the physical variety, did the young redhead enjoy this? Very much so, because Vergil was going out of his way to do this for him and this was also a rare treat. A ladies man though he was Hwoarang actually got very little sexual attention. His interests were elsewhere and he viewed all of he girls he’d ever been with as little sisters so it was kind of weird that way. Plus he got all of that extra testosterone out during martial arts tournaments or training. Down here he really didn’t have that so sex was naturally a wonderful outlet.

Everey single touch provided by Vergil seemed to send wave after wave of pleasure ripping through Hwoarang’s body and with the other on his knees licking the redhead like an expert. Ah, teasing, puffs of hot air and that naughty tongue, finally being engulfed in the heated cavern, he couldn’t help thrusting his hips just a little, not to mention those fingers on his balls, he was powerless. He didn’t dislike this feeling, he knew he was being hadled with care and he felt safe under the vigilance of his cellmate.

The way Hwoarang felt was irrefutable just by looking at him, he was flushed panting for air, his hands slid up over his hae along the wall seeking out something to grab, his legs would give way under him eventually but he could hold on. He certainly favored what was happening and the body didn’t lie, his cock was throbbing in his companion’s mouth and weeping copious amounts of pre-cum onto Vergil’s tongue, “a…ah…ah! God…so good…you’re so good Verge!”

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Not exactly use to giving blow jobs, or sex in general, Vergil was surprised at how much Hwoarang was leaking into his mouth. When the taste first hit his tongue he wasn't sure what to think, it wasn't like he'd be yanking Hwoarang's pants down everyday just to taste it, but then again it wasn't that bad. Nothing he couldn't handle having in his mouth. When Hwoarang thrust slightly into his mouth, Vergil tried to open his throat a bit more, moving his mouth further down the other's cock to give it more attention. Swallowing around the organ in his mouth, he could feel it hitting the back of his throat now and was glad he didn't have much for gag reflexes. Otherwise Hwoarang would be shit out of luck.

Hearing such praise of his work, Vergil was only encouraged to do better. His one hand moving past Hwoarang's balls to press against his entrance before sliding in. Wriggling the digit around inside, he started to thrust it in and out, teasing his cellmate inside with his finger, and outside with his mouth on his cock. Bobbing his head on Hwoarang's flesh he tried to deep throat him as far as he could go, which was pretty much all the way while letting his tongue slide over the now slick skin. After awhile though he could feel that the other was probably going to need to sit, or have something better to grab onto other than slippery shower walls. Stopping, Vergil slid Hwoarang's engorged organ from his mouth, making a nice slurp sound as it came out of his mouth.

"... do you want to sit?" Vergil asked simply, not wanting to have to deal with Hwoarang falling while he gave him head. That would be awkward in itself.

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Vergil was positively killing him, Hwoarang could barely think straight and if he tried it hurt his brain. Nope there was only enough blood flow in his body right now for one working organ and that was the very one Vergil had his lips wrapped around. The redhead had to admit, the oral dexterity his cellmate possessed surprised him he didn’t think Vergil would be this good at giving head. Vergil’s mouth seemed hotter for some reason, more so than anyone else who’d ever done this before and despite the other’s lack of experience he more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Not that Hwoarang could personally talk about giving good head; he only barely hit the tip of the iceberg during their frenzied sexual encounter last night.

When the other took his cock deep into his throat Hwoarang wanted t say something, to tell Vergil not to do it if he wasn’t used to it. All he could do was moan and expel a few glorious sex cries as the other stepped his game up a few notches. In the meantime Hwoarang did his best to control his trembling hips and only thrust into the hot orifice shallowly. When he felt it couldn’t get any more intense fingers teased the tight ring of his entrance before one pushed inside t stimulate him. It was weird, at first, but nothing the redhead couldn’t handle and it only made his cries escalate and his body undulate passionately with the other hit his little love button. Sparks seemed to make his vision go all white…and then it was all gone suddenly.

Hwoarang didn’t get it at first, why that beautiful mouth and that teasing finger had disappeared. It took a moment for his brain to function before nodding to his cellmate and slowly sliding down against the wall to sit on the floor. He grabbed Vergil on instinct and kissed him loving how the other tasted of him before drawing bac his face was erotically dazed, “you’re…amazing…Verge…”

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Hwoarang joined him on the floor, and Vergil was instantly pulled into a kiss. He guessed the other had enjoyed himself quite nicely, which Vergil was rather proud of. Smirking at his cellmate's comment, Vergil shook his head a little.

"You seem to enjoy inflating my ego today." which Vergil had no problem with. Not like it needed any help.

"Do you need a moment or shall I continue?" Vergil asked, raising an eyebrow.

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Hwoarang was almost just content to sit there and kiss the other until orgasm, Vergil made him feel that good, his body was on fire, his skin was flushed underneath the warm spray When the other asked him if he needed a moment or if he was ready to continue, the younger man wanted to chuckle and say he was ready to do at any time. The truth was he wasn’t quite ready there was something he needed first, something he wanted.

“Mmhnn…I want another kiss…your lips are too good to pass on…” Hwoarang wound his arms around Vergil’s shoulders and drew his lover in. he kissed him passionately forcing his tongue between his mate’s lips and massaging the roof of his mouth before drawing back and licking Vergil’s lips affectionately. Fuck, when he was around this guy he just felt…well…he felt like he was free to be a romantic, “ready…”

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Leaning forward on his knees a little when Hwoarang pulled him close for a heated kiss, Vergil moaned deep in his throat. Hwoarang sure was a frisky little thing when turned on, it wasn't a bad thing either. Vergil smiled when Hwoarang said he was ready, and slowly moved down his cellmate's body, going back to what he'd left behind. The human's cock hadn't forgotten the attention he'd given it, it was still hard and waiting for him to give it more love.

"And here we go..." Vergil's eyes were locked on Hwoarang's face as he leaned down to run his tongue over the underside of his cock, before taking the hard flesh back into his mouth. His hands rested on Hwoarang's knees, spreading his legs apart a bit more as he started to suck on his cock, taking him all the way into his mouth once again.

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Hwoarang allowed his head to drop back against the wall and his legs to fall open willingly when Vergil went back down on hi, It felt so so good and this was Vergil’s mouth. If anyone had asked him a few days ago if this guy would ever give him a blow job Hwoarang probably would have thought the idea was preposterous. Now, however, it was real, Vergil was doing it, he seemed to want to do it, did he like it? Or rather did he like the way Hwoarang moved his smooth hips, did he like the way every muscle in his body seemed to tense and become more visible and define, did he like those shivers, the soft sex cries? No, a few days ago he seriously believed Vergil would have gladly killed him, but now that mouth with it’s silver tongue was like a little slice of heaven and he couldn’t wait to come. It felt good sitting here, the water spraying down on both of them, being encapsulated in warmth. Hwoarang felt like the only guy in here with Vergil though it was unlikely they were. Reaching out the young martial artist threaded his fingers gently through Vergil’s hair giving a few shallow thrusts with his hips before murmuring softly, “ah…your‘re amazing…so hot…”

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Vergil loved the noises Hwoarang made, it made his body warm and his cock harder with every little sound of pleasure. To think he was doing this to another man... or just a person in general. He couldn't see himself ever giving sexual pleasure to anything, much less someone of the same gender, well except maybe Dante... as if that would actually ever happen. Not being in this place, and Kain's illusion didn't cut it at all.

Feeling his cellmate's finger's in his hair after the little thrusts into his mouth, Vergil hummed around the warm flesh, liking the feel of the didgits over his scalp. It sent small shivers through his body and he sped up his mouth on Hwoarang's cock, wondering how long it would be now before Hwoarang came.

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Soon, Hwoarang could already feel it, his arousal was aching with the need for release and with that wonderful mouth working over him so perfectly how could he hold back? It didn’t occur to the young martial artist that he should warn his cellmate that he was coming having only enough blood for one functioning brain. It wasn’t like he could call a time out right in the middle; this was an uncontrollable sexual function. It was enough that he didn’t tighten his fingers in his companion’s hair and pull, it too all of his will not to do that when released finally crashed upon him like a wave. Tipping his head back the water spilled over him and drizzled down his neck and chest. He gave several final thrusts before coming and crying out brokenly in the process, “a…aah! V..Verge!”

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It was too late by the time Vergil realized that something was going to happen, by then he had Hwoarang's cock shoved to the back of his throat and had hot come hitting that same spot, causing him to choke violently and pull back. What he had left in his mouth, Vergil wasn't sure if he should swallow or spit out, but was already trying not to gag and ended up swallowing most of it, of the little that had dripped out down his face and neck. After enjoying his little snack, Vergil coughed before glaring at Hwoarang.

"Da-Damnit all!" he growled, coughing again.

"A warning would have been nice!" Vergil said angrily, wiping his mouth moving under the water a bit more. Even though he was some what angry he had to admit, hearing his name called like that, even with it being that nickname he hated, it had gone straight to his own cock. That had been plenty sexy, and he was sure Hwoarang knew it.

"You taste funny Hwoa..." he wrinkled his nose, just wanting to complain more.

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Despite the fact that his sudden ejaculation had caused his lover to be upset with his the other moved to Hwoarang and the redhead pulled Vergil under the water and into his lap. He had taken note that his cellmate had grown aroused; it was very flattering that the other had grown so excited over his body without being touched. That was okay the redhead would take care of it soon enough but for the time being he would clean his companion up, “oh…you say I talk too much, but Verge…you whine like a cat in heat…come here…you’re a mess I’ll…clean you up.”

Hwoarang was playing with the older man, but not when it came to cleaning Vergil he licked his own semen off of the other man. He dragged his tongue from the base of his lover’s neck to the man’s cheek; he didn’t stop until the other’s skin was completely clean. Smiling wolfishly at the other allowed his fingers to crawl down Vergil’s chest and stomach, “you’re right though…it’s bitter…mianhamnida Verge…I didn’t mean too…I’ll make it up to you and drink down every bit of yours…you seem excited too…”

The martial artists fingers finally found his lover’s arousal and curled into a fist around it stroking slowly, “how ‘bout it, want me to suck on it? I’ll do it…but I want to know that you want it…”

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Vergil bristled at Hwoarang's words as he was pulled into his lap. He did not sound like that! Though it didn't take him long to forget all about that, his mind focusing sharply on his cellmate's tongue. It felt like fire working over his skin, and Vergil tilted his head to the side a litle, liking the attention. Seeing that they were being watched by a few other inmates washing he glared at them, but it didn't seem to deter them from watching with wide eyes and big grins.

Wanting nothing more than to go tear their eyes out, Vergil felt fingers moving down his chest and stomach, moving dangerously close to his arousal, which had gotten harder at Hwoarang's attentions to him. Humming low in his throat he felt his body flush, thinking about Hwoarang's mouth on his cock. He gasped, fingers curling around his cellmate's arms when those wandering didgets found his hard flesh, slowly working over his cock. Vergil burried his head in the crook of Hwoarang's neck, biting his bottom lip. He refused to beg... he wouldn't. He wouldn't beg some human to do anything, never ever. Not even if hell froze over.

"... S-Suck me Hwoa..." Vergil muttered against the human's neck, his face flushing lightly. Damnit... well hell must have frozen over and then some.

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Hwoarang was able to ignore the other men that may have been looking at them so intently, let them look…but if they touched well…that was another story altogether. Vergil was exotic looking, which was to say he was both unusual and lovely, but not in the same sense as a woman. His eyes and hair no doubt were unusual to him, but that hadn’t been the thing that attracted the redhead, he actually preferred the other’s chilly nature to his warm one. It made teasing fun, but it also meant that in the end they weren’t too similar; they could probably get along this way.

Hwoarang did try to make it more comfortable on his cellmate by turning Vergil in his arms so that he wouldn’t have to look at the men that decided to watch. Hwoarang didn’t care if they watched, it was a good thing actually that they did so that they knew the beautiful man in his arms was spoken for, even if Vergil would disagree.

Pressing a warm kiss to Vergil’s shoulder the redhead looked up, a smile gracing his lips as he was asked straight from Vergil’s lips to take care of his cellmate’s needs. How perfect and wonderful that was in every way the redhead could imagine. His little chilly-bug was warming to him nicely even though he would feel the artic winds from over Vergil’s shoulder soon enough he gladly went for this opportunity, “love too Verge…need to switch positions though…” Carefully he ganged his position with the other man before bending over Vergil’s arousal. He wasn’t able to make full use of the dexterity f his mouth the night before but he would do his best now. Flicking his tongue over the flushed crown with a few teasing swipes he kept his eyes on Vergil giving the other something to look at apart form those men.

Hwoarang said that he would swallow as Vergil had been unintentionally made to do, and he would definitely drink down any bounty offered him. Fore the moment, however, he sucked at the tiny opening at the tip letting the clear fluid that was the other’s natural lubricate smear over his lips before inching his mouth down Vergil’s cock slowly using his tongue to massage the throbbing flesh.

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Vergil was surprised when Hwoarang didn't tease him for actually going through with it and asking. It was a little disapointing, he'd gotten use to the teasing and playful banter between them, but then again being like this wasn't so bad either. If Vergil had been bothered by the men watching their little performance he couldn't be bothered to notice them now, not with Hwoarang between his legs and with that wicked tongue on his flesh. Looking down at Hwoarang, locking eyes with him, his hair flopped down in his face, but he didn't care right about then. Face already flushed lightly, Vergil made a small noise in the back of his throat, but it sounded as if he were holding back. He didn't want to sound like some needy whore to those damn men.

Oh lord that tongue... that mouth... it would be the undoing of him. Eyes closing as he hung his head, Vergil's fingers found there way to Hwaorang's red locks.

"Ahn..." a small noise left his lips, his legs spreading just a little loving the attention. Mouth open slightly, Vergil panted, trying his best not to make too much noise. He didn't know why it bothered him so much now... it wasn't like the entire place hadn't heard them last night, just now... now it bothered him. Now that he wasn't under some drug and could think straight, it bothered him to have others see and hear him like this. It wasn't him. Not his usual cold, composed self. It felt odd... but then he liked it at the same time. It would much better if there wasn't an audience though.

"Hwoa..." he breathed softly, fingers tightening a little in his cellmate's hair at the hot mouth decending on his cock. Vergil felt his toes curl as his body flushed with heat, the redhead certainly doing a splended job.

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Hwoarang didn’t care who was around he wanted to hear Vergil’s sounds, he didn’t want them to be restrained, he rather liked the idea that everyone knew he could make his lover like this and no one else could do such a thing. Still the other choked back on his noises which only encouraged Hwoarang to do much better, to apply his lips and tongue more insistently. When he looked up at Vergil to make sure the other focused on him an only on him, and if he wasn’t the young redhead lifted his hand and coaxed his cellmate’s face down so their eyes locked while he continued giving oral sex to his partner..

Hwoarang slid his hand up along Vergil’s leg slowly before dipping between his cellmates thighs to caress the inner flesh with tender strokes. With his other hand he re-angled his companion’s hips so that he could better work his craft. Backing off the other’s sex he licked a trail all the way down to the base of his mate’s cock before engulfing a slam portion of the other’s engorged sac sucking gently on the sensitive flesh. His fingers found their way to the small pucker that was still soft from last night. He wouldn’t have sex with Vergil here, but he would finger the other’s little love-button. Smiling, he slowly pressed a digit inside seeking that spot out just as he said.

“Hmm…I think your bogy likes it when I do these perverted things to you in public…too bad no one else can have you,” that was a certainty, Vergil was safe with Hwoarang. His lips finally closed over the other’s sex again going down on the other as far as he could he encouraged the other’s ejaculation now by insistently rubbing that spot deep inside of Vergil that made the other mewl so beautifully the night before. His eyes seemed to demand it to, demand the other to come.

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When that sneaky little didgit touched down yonder, Vergil started, not expecting it. Feeling it enter him, he shuddered, his eyes screwing shut as he moaned softly. It felt slightly awkward at first, but when it wiggled it's way up further brushing against something that made him see stars, Vergil tossed his head back with a cry of pleasure.

"Aah... d-don't say such... Nnn... foolish things..." Vergil said between all the noise he was making now. It was bothersome to try and hide it now, with Hwoarang hitting that spot inside him like that over and over it was near impossible to be quiet anymore. He was alive with noises at every jab at his prostrate, bending over Hwoarang, his fingers clutched in his cellmate's red hair as his whole body shuddered violently at the onslaught of pleasure. It didn't take much more, and with a loud cry, his body tensing, Vergil released inside Hwoarang's awaiting mouth.

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As Hwoarang promised he swallowed Vergil’s bounty when the other came, his finger thrusting in and out of his mate still. It wasn’t until he licked the organ clean and rubbed that little sweet spot a bit longer he withdrew and sat up. He had probably exhausted the other between last night and now, but the redhead was still full of so much energy. He still had the energy to stand up and wash their bodies, but what he was doing wasn’t really washing, just lathering Vergil up and rubbing against his cellmate’s body. He was using that beautiful body to wash his own, mmm wet and soapy skin sliding against wet and soapy skin felt really good. The way he moved his body and rolled his hips seemed sexual, but they were both very sated so there was nothing to worry about. He pressed his hand to the other’s lower back and cupped the back of his cellmate’s head to holding the other close to his face, “hey, that was really good, and you…you’re not bitter at all…you taste pretty yummy…kinda wish there was more…maybe I’ll make you cum some more tonight when we can use the covers to hide our bodies…you just about ready to get out of here?”

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It took Vergil a moment to stop his head from spinning, Hwoarang's fingers still hitting him inside making it a bit difficult to do so. When he was pulled up after to be washed off by Hwoarang, he pretty much leaned against him, arms wrapped around the other's neck feeling quite content. It was funny, no other time would he ever let himself get this close to anyone, much less a human, but being like this with Hwoarang... it didn't bother him for some reason. Well not that much... maybe when Hwoarang started talking all funny and stuff... that was kind of weird.

"That's good to know..." Vergil rolled his eyes, not really caring how he tasted, if Hwoarang liked it then good for him, though he gave the other an odd look when he said he wished there were more. Yikes... he certainly was a horny thing.

"Mm, I think we've spent enough time in here." he nodded. Enough time giving everone else in here a show that is.