Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. Each Belong to the Tekken franchise/creators.

IM SO SORRY for not updating sooner. Schools a bummer. I swear once summer comes Im going to be popping these stories out each day and you'll never get bored waiting for them.

Also I apologize for making Hwoarang the bad guy~ but he's a sexy bad guy... no? :D

I also want to thank each of my fans of the story and all the reviews I've been getting. The ones I don't bother to respond with because I'm a nerd! Love you guys~~

" Well, his job is a Russian assassin… its hard not to judge him." The red head stated walking back to me. He sighed, giving me a sad look. He rested a hand on the side of my face. "Look, I didn't come here to pester you… I wanted to apologize for what I said. I was scared and afraid… because I miss you…" he whispered, his brown orbs locked onto mine. I furrowed my brows at the Korean as he continued. "Im finding it hard going on without you, Leo… I admit what I did was wrong and everything I said was right from anger, not from my heart."

My face fell, looking at him with worried eyes. My mind temporarily forgetting Dragunov. Hwoarang gave a strong look toward me as he whispered, "I still love you."

The words rang in my ears violently. They pounded through my veins and made my heart fall through the several floors of the apartment I lived in. I felt my tear ducts jab, but stopped them and moved away from the red head in a fit of rage. "What are you stupid?" I stated angrily, "Coming back after all that just to tell me you love me is not going to win me back. I don't even know why your trying, even I know your not a softy." I snapped. "Quit the act."

Hwoarang broke his pose and huffed, breathing out his air as if he was horse. "Ok your right. I knew you were the softy of the relationship so I decided to give it a try. Cut me some slack, it worked for the first five seconds." He shrugged, watching me walk out of the living room. He let a smirk creep onto his face as he fallowed me into the kitchen. "Actually… I think it might have worked because the first five seconds you weren't think about that Russian. Then you DID think of him."

I glanced at him over my shoulder, but looked away instantly. A small "HA!" came from Hwoarang. "you love him! You /LOVE/ him, you rascal Leo!" He cried, grabbing my hand and pulling me to his chest suddenly. I found myself stuck in his grip, unable to do any fighting move I have taught myself. I hated how he knew me well enough to know my fighting moves. It wasn't fair in the slightest.

I felt my body tense as the red head got close to my face, his lips grazing over my nose. The way I used to like it. I loved how he was rough with me. I hate it now. "Leo~ I hope you realize you cant love him. He's a heartless assassin, his sole mission to come to the tournament was to kill and murder. Murder, Leo, the same thing you hate with your guts…." Hwoarang stated to me as soon as my breath became shaky. He paused and breathed hotly down my neck. "He will never be able to love you like I can." His lips, dear god his lips, they passed over mine. Giving me a glance into the past of the hot and pleasurable moments in bed, or in the shower, or on the couch we had together. "Im a passionate lover~" he sang into my ear in a silent breath.

"Let me go." I whimper, unable to move my arms. No response from him. "I said let me go. I'm over you. You may have been a passionate lover, but you were also a passionate heart breaker. I don't want you coming back on hands and knees so I can just be your little fuck buddy-" He stopped me dead, pushing me out of his arms and yelling something simultaneously.

"Im not coming back on hands and knees!" The Korean snapped, "I want YOU to come back on hands and knees." He stated. How come everything Hwoarang says… is jab right to the heart. I took a deep breath, and was about to say something harsher back when the door opened.

Both Hwoarang and I turned to the door to see Dragunov walking inside holding a duffle bag over his shoulder. He looked as equally confused as us two when he spotted us. However, once realizing that it was Hwoarang and that tears were overflowing my face Dragunov's eyes turned cold.

In a matter of seconds, Hwoarang was being pushed away from me with violent force. He was replaced by Dragunov, who stood in a protective stance between me and the red head. Hwoarang hissed and stated, "What are you doing, you little shit? That's my boyfriend, not yours!" Hwoarang said suddenly, making me stop my crying.

For some odd reason, it made me feel happy he was still protective over me. That feeling was short lived when Dragunov looked over at me with softer eyes, as if asking if I was fine. The look in his eyes made my heart flutter instantly, and I nodded with a small smile. "Look at me." Hwoarang snapped, causing Dragunov to do said action. "I'm not done here… But when I come back… you better be long gone, Dragunov. This is my boyfriend and he's mine to take care of. Your nothing, I guarantee he loves me more than anyone in this town."

"Your leaving?" I ask, peeking around Dragunov. Then it hit me that Hwoarang was still due at the dojo in Korea. He'd probably be back in a month or two. I frowned deeply as Hwoarang gave one last look at me before slamming the door shut. My heart settled a little as the silent formed around us two. I blew the blond hairs out of my face as I backed up away from Dragunov. My back hit the wall as I sunk down to the floor. "Drama bomb…" I whispered, rubbing my face free of tears.

The Russian stood awkwardly in my kitchen. He looked so unreal at a time like this. he took a deep breath and sat beside me too. His bag being placed on his lap. I instantly leaned on him, which I realized shocked him at first. However, he must of gotten over it, because he wrapped an arm around me tightly. Im sure by now my cheeks grew warm with affection. I just got a Dragunov hug. "He means well, he just doesn't know how to go about things like a normal person. He loves starting things. it's a passion of his." I explained, unsure why I was even bothering to support him.

Of course Dragunov didn't respond like I thought he would. Instead he opened up his bag and took out a bunch of cupcakes. This made me blink and wonder why one earth would he run out of my home to get cupcakes. I looked further into his bag and saw a small flashing light from a laptop as well as a cell phone and a stack of papers. As if he wanted to work here all day. However when he caught me looking I stated, "Cupcakes? What are the cupcakes for?"

The male Russian pointed to the top, there I read in black letters. "Sorry for running out so quick this morning." Despite Dragunov being scary and a killer. He was really a friendly and apologetic man. When I took a bite into a cupcake, I've come to realize he was also a man who loved chocolate. "No worries Sergei~ I mean… it did cause Hwoarang to completely try to molest me… but you saved me again. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come back…" I mumbled, licking the frosting off the cup cake.

Dragunov went stiff by sound of this. When I looked up he had a stone cold glare at the door. Was he debating going out there himself to kill Hwoarang? It was… scary. Hwoarangs words of "He's a murderer" came back to mind. I quickly slapped those thoughts out of my head and said, "Cupcake? I cant eat these alone." His gaze fixated onto the cupcakes. His eyes went from cold to warm in seconds as he took a cupcake. My eyes glew as I watched him smile at me before taking a bite of the chocolate cake in cup form. He was utterly adorable with that chocolate frosting on his lips.

IT wasn't as adorable when I wiped it off before he could with my own fingers. We gazed at each other in shock, before he literally licked the chocolate off my fingers as if trying to be sexy. It was sexy and I was completely shocked I squeaked a small "wow." By this time my mind went through many scenes of Dragunov taking of his clothes and being just… sexy around me. I never though our relationship would advance this fast. In fact…

I had no idea if we were dating or not.

Before I could do anything else, my cat walked in. She gazed at Dragunov from across the room. At first she looked like she was going to hiss at him again, but Dragunov took out a can of cat treats from his bag. He opened it slowly. I watched Kasimir's ears pop up and run toward Dragunov for that cat treat. The Russian placed it on the floor between us and my cat ate happily away without a care in the world. "She's sure to love you now…" I smile, looking up at the Russian.

He was smiling too, looking up from my cat as well. My heart fluttered instantly again, and with nervousness I decided to speak up. "Does this mean… we're… together?" My face was filled with worry and confusion as he studied my face. His colorless eyes seemed to grow warm by my question.

I felt his hand press at my cheek, one of which I leaned into instantly. Before I knew it, Dragunov was kissing me gently and passionately. Of course, I kissed back a little more eagerly than he. I actually got on my knees and wrapped my arms around his frame during the kiss. There was sparks flying between our lips, I could feel the heat but I could also feel the love between them. All questions about his kisses where answered. He as good at it, he tasted like chocolate, and his lips were perfectly shaped for mine.

I cant believe I forgot what its like to fall in love again.

My face nearly fell to the ground when Dragunov pulled away, he was giving me a worried look. "What?" I asked, then I felt panic rise in me. "Is there something on my face? Did I-" I looked down on my hands.

I had been rubbing Dragunov's chest and stomach to the point where it looked like I was trying to get in his pants. I pulled them away instantly when my face heated up. Dragunov's eyes landed on mine but I had no idea what to say. "I-I…. it was an accident. I didn't mean…." It was something I always done with Hwoarang! I cant do this to Dragunov we just met a few days ago!

I felt his body push me to the ground gently, making me look up at his eyes in utter shock. His face seemed to read, "Your fine." before he kissed me again, a deeper more satisfying kiss from the last. Then he kissed me again and again. Before I knew it, we were making out on my kitchen floor.

Dargunov was here to stay, and Hwoarang wasn't going to stop him from loving me. Nor stop me from loving Dragunov back. I was undeniably in love. The only problem was I still cant get Hwoarang out of my mind.