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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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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.