Jin's eyes slowly flicked open and then squinted shut. What the hell was going on? Trying his limbs, he was hardly suprised to find he was bound.
Great. Just great.
Forcing his eyes to open, he took in the room. The only light came from the candles that were placed alter like about the room. At least whoever had tied him down had thrown a blanket under him. As far as he could tell, he was on someone's dining room table.
"Jin.."
He bit his lip. He knew that voice. What the hell?
"Mishima?"
"The one and only." Kazuya crossed the room, stepping around the candles burning on the floor.
"What..." Jin shut his eyes. This was insane.
Kazuya snickered. "You want to know why you're here?" He walked over to Jin's head, standing behind him.
Jin looked upwards.
"I'm going to confirm what you truly are."
"Which is?" Jin whispered.
Kazuya smirked.
"Do you have any idea what your flesh is?"
Jin blinked. This was making no sense.
"Don't worry. You'll understand eventually."
Kazuya pulled a knife, and slowly cut acrossed his own palm. He touched a finger to the blood, and slowly painted a line down Jin's face.
"The blood of a Mishima.." Kaz whispered to himself. He reached Jin's lips, and forced them to accept.
"Go on." He reached his bleeding hand to Jin, pressing it onto the boys mouth. "It's your own blood, Jin."
Jin only layed there, unresponsive, wondering what madness this was. He felt the thick blood staining his lips, Kazuya's hand reflecting his breath hot onto his own face.
Kazuya pressed the knife to the corner of Jin's shoulder.
"Go on."
Slowly, Jin obeyed, drinking the blood from his father's palm.
Kazuya lifted the knife, only to drag it down Jin's breast bone, creating a shallow cut. He lifted his cut hand, and deepened the wound before laying it on Jin's chest.
"The same blood. Do you understand?"
"No."
"Fine." Kazuya crossed around the table. "You will."
He slowly lifted a glass snifter from under the table. He sniffed it, and smiled, and with great flourish poured it onto Jin.
Alcohol.
Jin gritted his teeth. The pain of the knife had been delerious, but now he was absolutely awake. "You..."
"I what, Jin?"
Kazuya leaned over and licked Jin's chest.
"I take it you're not one for vodka then. Che."
Kazuya climbed onto the table, his hands stroking Jin's cut.
"I can make this hurt Jin. Or I can make the first taste of the greatest thing you will ever know."
Jin was silent, seething.
Kazuya climbed onto him, and bowed his head under his throat.
"Oh Jin.. you just don't know?"
"Know what?" Jin was stoic.
"Not yet. Has anyone ever told you they loved you?" Kazuya gently breathed on Jin's neck. "Probably only your sad mother. Though.. she did one good thing."
"What?!" Jin tensed, starting to strain at his bonds.
"Shhh." Kazuya kissed the hollow of his neck. "Because I love you Jin. Did you know that? I do. I love you in more ways then anyone."
Kazuya reached over and grabbed a nearby candle. Sitting up atop Jin, he turned it foreward, wax dripping. He slowly moved it close to Jin's jaw line.
"What do you want?"
"Let me fuck you."
"Ah!"
Kazuya pulled the flame down, letting it truly burn his son.
"Yes?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, but I'd like your permission." Kaz removed the flame, and once more lay atop Jin.
"Do you know who I am?"
"No.."
"Heh. One guess."
Jin shut his eyes tight. In a way, he did know.
Kazuya kissed his eyes. "Don't cry. I wouldn't have taken you if I didn't think you were worthy."
"Worthy of what?" Jin started to sob.
"Of being baptised Jin Mishima. May I fuck you?"
"Oh god..."
"I love you Jin."
"Just..." A single tear fell. "What else have I got to lose?"
Kazuya kissed him. "Trust me Jin. You will not regret."
Kazuya started to lick Jin's chest clean. The cut wasn't even very long, but blood had washed all over. He moved his lips to Jin's nipple, and started to kiss tenderly.
"Jin, will you let me?"
"Do you really love me?" Kazuya looked up. Jin had laid his head back, staring detatched at the ceiling.
"Jin, I want us to be together. Like-"
"Like what?"
Kazuya kissed him. "Shh.. Jin, we'll be closer then anyone else could ever be."
"You mean that?"
"I'd die for you Jin. I have died for you."
Jin took a deep breath, and started to cry.
"Okay."
Kazuya kissed him on the lips. "No regret."
Jin was breathing heavy, and looked as if he was already exhausted, so Kazuya dispensed with the pleasantries. Reaching in the darkness between candles, he found some strange substance.
Kazuya wetted his hands with it, and reaching down, started to rub at Jin. Blood mixed with the liquid, and Kazuya slowly pressed two fingers inside, as he kissed Jin's stomach. Jin was tense, almost painfully so, and Kazuya waited, his face snuggled close to his sons body, until he felt Jin loosen slightly.
"This is for your benifit Jin. This is the first of many things I'm going to show you."
He looked up at his son.
Kazuya started to work at him with his free hand.
"May I?"
Jin bit his lip. "Okay."
Kazuya worked himself between Jin's legs, and pushed inward. Jin inhaled sharply, and Kazuya kissed the side of his face.
"You're all mine Jin."
Jin caught his breath. "I know."
Kazuya started to thrust quickly kissing Jin. Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands on his back.
"Jin?"
Their eyes met and Jin smiled.
"Go on Kaz."
They kissed again, tongues entwining. Kazuya started to pull harder on Jin, who tangled his hand in his fathers hair, grabbing hard-
Jin gasped and leaned into Kazuya's arms as he found release. Kazuya smirked- just like a kid to be done so soon. He held on to his son, rocking their bodies together.
Eventually, Kazuya too succumbed, and laid back, holding his son close.
