Author's Notes: Tee hee! ^__________^ Finally! Finally, I wrote smut for these two boys! XD You have *no* idea how long I've been workin' on this thing, and the place that I got stuck at was, yup, y'guessed it, the smut. Guh... I don't know 'bout anyone else, but writing smut is /hard/ for me. o.o;

Hwang Sung-kyung was not a man who was given to a lot of cursing. He never had been. If asked, he would have shrugged and said that he didn't feel the need to punctuate his words with profanity. Having spent the better part of his youth helping to raise an impressionable young woman had helped contribute largely to that, as did his own natural inclination towards decorum and dignity. Even his many years in his country's navy hadn't changed him in that respect. Not that he didn't know how. After all, he had spent ten years of his life in the Coastal Defense Force with sailors whose language raised cursing to an art form. Any young man would find that his knowledge and skill at the use of obscenities increased exponentially after such experience.

Which would explain the surprise on all but two of his companions' faces at the steady stream of not-so-proper language coming out of the Korean captain's mouth. Of the two not standing in complete astonishment, only Seung Mina could truly understand just how frayed Hwang's temper had become and how close to outright brawling he was. Mina had only seen the man she considered as her older brother lose his temper twice in all her life, both times being when his patience had been tested beyond measure.

Mitsurugi, on the other hand, was too busy insulting Hwang back to be surprised at the Korean's lapse of control. The tension between the Japanese samurai and the Korean warrior had arisen from the start, ever since Mitsurugi and the women he'd been traveling with had joined their group. The break in hostilities when the group had divided up to follow several different leads had been refreshing, if short-lived.

Mina could not understand why the Japanese man felt such animosity towards her brother. Over the past few weeks, Mitsurugi had seemed to delight in baiting the older man, especially on the subject of his relationship with Kilik. There had been some secret wagering among the others on just when the Korean's temper would explode, and who would be the survivor of the resulting fight. There'd even been some side bets on whether or not Kilik would take matters into his own hands and smack the Japanese man with his bo. She doubted that Mitsurugi had any idea how his cutting remarks would enrage her brother. Especially since Hwang's general response to the Japanese man's caustic tongue was to simply ignore him, quickly followed by restraining his younger lover from going after the samurai himself.

Until today, that is.

Hwang and Kilik had gone to the river in the afternoon to fish for everyone's dinner and bathe themselves in the clear, if cold, water. Mina had once again reined in the urge to follow them and see just what the two of them did on their trysts. Though she was curious, she had a healthy respect for their wish for privacy. That and she knew her older brother would have no compunction with bending her over his knee and spanking her if she was caught, no matter her age. They'd returned with enough on their line to feed everyone.

Mitsurugi had taken one look at their wet hair, their clasped hands, and the bruise on the juncture of Kilik's neck and shoulder that looked suspiciously like a bite mark and sneered, making an offhand remark on how the two had managed to find any time to fish at all.

Mina had seen her brother tense for a moment before relaxing and ignoring the Japanese man. Everything would have been fine, she mused, if Mitsurugi had only stopped then. But he hadn't. The samurai's jabs and taunts had only gotten more disparaging. Mina had watched with a sort of sick fascination as the Japanese warrior flirted with a danger he had no idea he was facing. One by one, the others had stopped their own preparations for camp and joined her, sensing the impending fight as if it were a force of nature, violent, destructive, and inevitable, similar to the storm clouds rolling across the darkening sky.

Sensing the presence of the golden-haired priestess on her right, Mina asked in a surprisingly calm voice, "Please tell me he's good enough to back up what's spewing from his mouth with his sword."

Sophitia simply nodded, her eyes wide. Mina felt a breath of relief, "Oh, good. I'd hate for my brother to kill him, ass though he is."

Sophitia nodded again, and then winced as they all heard Mitsurugi's last jab.

"With all the fucking you do, it's a wonder you have any energy left to search for Soul Edge!"

Hwang went pale in anger and the hiss of air he let out was audible, even with the wind whipping around them. Mitsurugi, sublime in his ignorance, turned his sneer on Kilik. "I'm amazed he can keep up with you, old as he is. If you want, I could show y-"

The samurai's words were cut off by the simple expedience of Hwang's fist connecting to his mouth with a loud *crack*. The silence as Mitsurugi staggered back was total and everyone stared in shock. A sudden bolt of lightning showed her brother's face in stark relief, flushed with rage, a feral gleam in his narrowed golden eyes, and a vicious snarl twisting his lips. A boom of thunder accentuated Hwang's words as he threw all restraint to the winds.

"Shut the hell up, you sanctimonious fuck! I've had enough of you and your insults. You want a fight? Fine! I'll give you the ass-kicking you fucking damn well deserve!"

Mina winced and watched as Mitsurugi swiped a thumb across his lips and regarded the blood on his digit. His eyes were just as wild as Hwang's when he turned back to face the enraged Korean, his sneer still firmly in place on his lips.

"So you do have some fucking balls between your legs after all. You had me wondering." The samurai then launched himself at Hwang, catching her brother in the stomach and bearing them both to the ground.

Another bolt of lightning cut its way across a sky that decided it was time to open the floodgates and fat drops of rain came falling, gently at first, but quickly turning into a steady downpour. The two men ignored such inconsequentials as the rain and resulting mud, focused solely on the goal of beating each other senseless.

* * * * *

Kilik was in shock. Simple, wide-eyed shock. He could not believe that Hwang, his reserved and quiet - unless he was in battle or in bed - lover was brawling. In the mud. Brawling! He would have laughed at the absurdity of the thought if it weren't for the fact that it was being played out in front of his eyes.

Normally, Hwang was the one who had to restrain *him* when the samurai's insults became too much for his temper to bear. How the Korean had managed to come this far without tearing Mitsurugi a new asshole was beyond him. He would have beaten the samurai into a bloody pulp long ago and been done with it. His lover, on the other hand, had kept telling him to just ignore the samurai and his biting comments, saying that it wasn't worth the effort to make him stop.

If anything, the Korean's attitude towards the Japanese had been one of haughty amusement - until the target changed from him to those he loved, that is. One of Hwang's greatest, and more endearing, faults was that he was insanely protective of those he cared for. Many of Mina's more amusing stories were about her brother riding to her rescue when she was younger, instilling the fear of the gods in the hapless bullies picking on her. That was just like the man, not caring if his own character was being disparaged, but immediately taking exception if someone even looked at those he cared for in a less than pleasant manner.

Kilik grinned savagely as Hwang managed to squirm his way on top of the Japanese and socked the samurai once, twice, three times across the jaw. Mitsurugi grunted, took hold of the Korean's shirt and bucked him off, blinking in surprise as Hwang went head over heels and the shirt stayed in his hands. His lover landed on his back and immediately scrambled back to his feet, ignoring the fact that he was now shirtless.

The young Chinese man reined in the automatic response of his body at the sight of his lover's tattoos outlined in stark relief on Hwang's shoulders. This was definitely not the time and place for that. The Japanese man went down in a spray of water and mud as the Korean tackled him and then started throttling the samurai and shouting in his face.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Got something stuck up in that prissy ass of yours? Is that why you're such a fucking prick all the time?! Or is it that you're not getting any?"

Mitsurugi snarled and landed a solid punch on the Korean's jaw, knocking Hwang off of him. Gaining his feet first, the Japanese kicked Hwang in the stomach, the force of the kick lifting Hwang off the ground and landing the Korean on his hands and knees. Mitsurugi growled as he reared back to kick Hwang again.

Kilik's hand found its way to his bo and he was about to go tearing into the fight himself when a strong grip caught his elbow and jerked him back. He turned narrowed eyes to the person who had dared to keep him from helping his lover and came face to face with his best friend.

"Why the hell did you stop me?!" Kilik demanded as he tried to shake off Maxi's hand on his elbow.

Maxi shook him and tightened his grip on Kilik's elbow, "Let them work it out themselves. I don't think Hwang would appreciate you jumping in trying to save him."

"But-!"

Two more hands caught hold of the harness holding the Dvapara Yuga and hauled him even lower to meet the determined gaze of Seung Mina. "Maxi's right, obba really wouldn't want you to interfere. They won't kill each other, I don't think. Beat the crap out of each other yes, but seriously hurt or maim each other, no. Obba's too angry. Besides," Mina grinned, "we bet the others that obba would win."

"What?"

"The odds are three to two that Mitsurugi wins. Mina and I are the only ones betting on Hwang. The other women have their money on Mitsurugi, and Rock declined to wager."

Kilik raised startled eyes and met Maxi's unrepentant grin. He shook his head and turned his attention back to the now thoroughly mud-covered fighters. Hwang had caught the samurai's leg and he rose from his crouch, tossing Mitsurugi on his back.

"Fucking cocksucker!" the Japanese shouted as he landed and slid several feet in the slippery mud.

Hwang raked his hair back; having lost the headband that usually kept the unruly strands off his face, and bared his teeth in what even the most generous person couldn't call a smile. "That's right. Jealous?" He gave a sharp, mocking laugh. "If you want to insult me, you'll have to do better than that, you stupid fuck."

Mitsurugi flung himself at the Korean with a wordless shout of rage, taking them both down into the mud again. The Japanese flipped the Korean on his stomach, straddled his hips and grabbed Hwang by his hair to smush his face into the mud. The Korean tried to buck Mitsurugi off and only managed to get twisted onto his side.

"You know," Maxi began, "except that we know they're fighting, they really look like they could be doing something else."

Kilik elbowed his best friend in the stomach. "Shut up."

Maxi was right though, Kilik noted, and throttled down the surge of possessiveness that the scene engendered.

Hwang took what advantage he had and elbowed the Japanese sharply in the groin, causing Mitsurugi to collapse on top of the Korean with a strangled shriek, the samurai's face going white from the pain. Hwang twisted and wriggled his way out from under the writhing and moaning Japanese and jumped to his feet, where he immediately froze, a look of utter mortification spreading on his face.

Mina gasped in surprised shock and Kilik felt his jaw drop, his eyes bugged impossibly wide and riveted to the sight of his very muddy and now completely unclothed lover, every inch of the Korean's bare skin exposed to sight. Silence reined supreme, and even under all the mud, Kilik could see Hwang turning a lovely shade of red. He again reined in his body's response at the sight.

"Goddamn! That man's got a nice-lookin' ass..." Maxi muttered.

Kilik smacked the back of Maxi's head while Mina smacked the pirate's arm. Maxi yelped, "Ow! What you do that for?!"

Kilik and Mina both glared at the pirate and Maxi sulked, "What? Can't I mention what a fine ass he's got? Look at it! That is one mighty nice-"

Maxi stopped when they both smacked him again. Meanwhile, Hwang had whipped his head around to them at Maxi's cry of outrage, the whites of his eyes a visible contrast to the mud smeared on his face. He reddened even further, if that was possible, and searched frantically for his pants, finding them under the still moaning form of Mitsurugi. When he tried to tug them out from under the Japanese, the loud *rip* as one of the legs of his pants tore off made his eyes widen in dismay.

Kilik finally managed to pick up his jaw from the ground and hurried over to his mud-splattered lover, snagging the Korean's discarded shirt on the way. When he reached Hwang, his lover had managed to wrap the pants leg around himself, covering his nudity. Barely.

Kilik handed Hwang his shirt and raised an eyebrow. Hwang took one look at his face and looked away, blushing to the roots of his hair and unable to meet Kilik's eyes as he took back his shirt with a grateful nod. Kilik suppressed an amused chuckle and turned to the downed Japanese with glee, satisfaction running through him at the sight. He nudged Mitsurugi off his lover's pants with his foot, barely controlling his urge to kick the samurai while he was incapacitated and bent to retrieve the torn garment from the mud.

Mitsurugi cracked one eye open and gave Hwang a baleful glare. "If you think this is finish-." His snarl was interrupted when Kilik's foot connected with his stomach and all the air in his lungs was let out in a loud *whoosh*.

"Oh shut the hell up, Mitsurugi," Kilik snorted and turned back to Hwang, grabbing his hand and leading him into the trees. "Let's get you cleaned up."

* * * * *

"Gods *damn* the sanctimonious piece of shit prick! May Buddha shrivel up the motherfucker's nonexistent manhood!" From there, the golden-eyed man's language degenerated even further. Once they'd reached the cover of the trees, Hwang had shaken off his momentary shock and anger had replaced his embarrassment.

Despite his best efforts, a snort of laughter escaped from Kilik. Hwang turned to his laughing companion and pointed, glaring. "Don't you fucking /dare/ laugh at me, Kilik!"

Kilik managed to pull his features into some semblance of calm and tried to soothe the raging Korean as he washed all the mud from his body, "It wasn't *that* bad..."

Hwang's eyes narrowed in fury, "'Wasn't that bad?' Look at me! He tore off all my clothes!"

"Believe me, I'm looking," Kilik murmured under his breath, running an appreciative eye over his lover's bare and mud-splattered form. How the Japanese man had managed to get Hwang's *pants* off was a mystery, but something he couldn't really begrudge. A bare-assed Hwang was a treat to see, after all. He just wished that everyone else hadn't been treated to it as well. In fact, he wished that all the others had not been there from the moment Hwang's shirt had flown off. Even after their afternoon by the river, he'd still felt the familiar ache and want at the sight of his lover's skin.

"You are, are you?"

Kilik chuckled, a smile tugging at his lips, he kept forgetting how good his lover's hearing was. Hwang narrowed his eyes and snaked one still muddy arm around Kilik's waist and pulled him close, the other reaching up to tangle in the young man's hair, pulling his head back to expose the curve of his neck. Hwang leaned down and Kilik felt soft, insistent lips skim over the flesh of his neck and jaw and he sighed, his own hands coming up to rest on his lover's shoulders. He felt the muscles in Hwang's shoulders and back move as he grabbed Kilik by the back of each thigh and pulled them up around his waist, sinking slowly to his knees. Kilik's groan was swallowed by the Korean's mouth and he wrapped his arms and legs around him, reveling in the sensations of his lover's lips and tongue.

The desire that Kilik had been suppressing flared into a roaring flame within him, his mind shutting down into a pleasurable daze. The sudden feel of cold, wet, and *slimy* mud being shoved down the back of his pants came as quite a shock. Kilik tore his mouth away from Hwang and yelped, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Since you think it's so funny, I thought I'd share the experience with you," was Hwang's innocent reply. Dancing golden eyes met his and Hwang grinned, shoving more of the viscous mud down the back of his pants.

"That's so generous of you," Kilik snorted as he wriggled his fingers down his lover's sides, jabbing at the spots he knew would reduce the older man into helpless laughter.

Hwang started violently and collapsed onto his back, an involuntary shout of laughter escaping from his throat. A wide grin spreading on his face, Kilik pressed his advantage and moved his fingers to Hwang's armpits, tickling furiously even as his lover squirmed and thrashed beneath him, frantic hands trying to catch his and pull them away.

The young warrior suddenly found himself on his back as Hwang rolled and finally managed to catch his wrists. His arms were tugged above his head and Hwang held them down with one hand while his other scooped up a handful of mud and smeared it all over his face. Spluttering the mud from his mouth, Kilik turned his head and rubbed his eyes against his arm to clear them and turned back to meet the gleeful gaze of his chortling lover.

"This means war, you know," he stated calmly and then hooked his leg around Hwang's waist to dig his toe into the back of the Korean's knee. Hwang let out another bark of laughter and Kilik took the opportunity to free his wrists before attacking all of the older man's ticklish spots without mercy. Within moments, Kilik was just as muddy as his lover from the playful grappling on the ground.

Kilik once again found himself on his back with his arms stretched above his head. He smiled up at Hwang, resting on the ground and catching his breath. His lover's face was relaxed, his eyes soft and his lips curved into a smile of his own. Hwang's gaze lowered to focus on Kilik's mouth and the young Chinese warrior could see his lover's eyes darken. His eyes fluttered shut and he raised his face as Hwang lowered his head and he felt warm lips touch his own in a gentle kiss, their breath mingling softly.

Hwang traced his fingers slowly down Kilik's arms before moving to cup the younger man's face in his hands. Kilik felt gentle fingers trace his cheeks and he parted his lips, inviting Hwang to deepen their kiss. At the feel of his lover's slick tongue against his own, Kilik sighed and moved his hands to tangle in the Korean's hair, pulling him even closer.

"Ah reum da-wun sarang-a..."

Warm breath moved over Kilik's cheek as Hwang murmured continuous soft endearments in his native language. One day, Kilik thought through a haze of fog, he would remember to ask Hwang to translate the whispered words. But not at that moment. No, at the moment, he wanted to feel the Korean's mouth on his again and to plunge his tongue deep into that warm, silky heat.

Hwang resisted Kilik's tugs and continued down, his tongue running down the cords of Kilik's neck and across his shoulder. Kilik gasped when he felt the mouth he so wanted to taste again work down his chest and latch onto his nipple. He arched his back and pressed the Korean closer, his own eyes fluttering shut.

Kilik felt his lover tongue trail down his chest and abdomen to swirl in his navel before moving even lower. Hwang loosened the band of leather around Kilik's waist and with a few, quick tugs, the young Chinese warrior was as bare as the Korean. Firm hands moved up Kilik's legs. He felt light, fluttering kisses pressed to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and he spread them wider to accommodate the Korean's questing mouth.

Kilik groaned and opened his eyes wide when he finally felt Hwang's mouth descend on his now aching arousal, his mind descending into a deeper and deeper fog of desire with each swipe of the Korean's tongue.

Growling with impatience, Kilik gave several insistent tugs to his lover's hair, and with a soft laugh, Hwang obliged by moving back up and covering the younger man's mouth with his own. Finally able to lose himself in the moist heat of the Korean's mouth, Kilik eagerly hooked one leg around Hwang's waist and rolled so that he was straddling his lover.

Kilik rocked his length around the Korean's and felt Hwang's hands travel up his back and bury themselves into his hair, pulling him closer even as he moaned into Kilik's mouth. Kilik growled and reached between his legs to grasp the Korean's heated length and guide him to the entrance of his body. Slowly he pushed down with his hips until Hwang was completely sheathed inside of him, biting his lover's lower lip at the momentary pain of an unprepared entry.

Kilik opened his eyes to find himself gazing into the golden eyes of his lover, waiting for him to accustom himself to the fullness within him. Hwang raised one hand to cup the younger man's cheek, his thumb softly running across Kilik's parted lips in silent question. Raising one of his own hands to hold Hwang's against his cheek, he turned his face and pressed a gentle kiss into his lover's palm and nodded once.

The Korean's eyes fluttered closed again and Kilik felt a small sense of loss at not being able to see his lover's eyes but then forgot about it when Hwang thrust his hips, making Kilik gasp. Slowly, the two men found their rhythm and their soft cries echoed through the small clearing.

Despite the languid pace of their coupling, Kilik soon felt the familiar tightening low in his stomach and quickened the pace before gritting his teeth as he felt his muscles contract in release. With a drawn out moan, Kilik collapsed on top of Hwang and watched with an appreciative eye as the Korean continued to thrust into him several more times before reaching his own peak with a soft cry.

For several long moments, they simply basked in languid contentment, neither man willing to move. Finally, Hwang shifted and reached up to brush Kilik's hair from his face and pressed a soft kiss upon his cheek. Moments later, the Korean winced and reached under his back to draw out a good-sized rock with a groan. Kilik took the rock and lobbed it over his shoulder.

"You alright, old man?" he asked with a slight grin.

"I've got mud riding up my ass," the Korean returned with a grin of his own.

Kilik burst out laughing, "Why do you think I chose to be on top?"

"I knew there was a reason for that." Hwang then leaned up and gave Kilik another soft kiss, this time on the lips. "Let's go get cleaned up."

End Notes: Wondering what it is that Hwang's spouting? *grins* It's Korean, and translates to, 'my beautiful love...' ^_^ Sweet, inn't? *glomps Hwang* Toldja he was a sentimental old fart underneath. //Hwang: Must you?// *nods* I must, I must. //Hwang: *sighs*// ^_^v