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The first time they met had been soon after Master Bo’Rai Cho brought him to the Wu Shi Academy. He was far smaller than the other monks there and was somewhat antisocial, afraid to talk to anybody else because he was still adjusting. Then Master Shujinko had explained to him that he would have a sworn brother, someone who would protect him and vice versa. Liu had been a bit hesitant at first then eventually agreed to follow the older man, both excited and scared to meet them.

“This is Kung Lao,” Master Shujinko had started but he had been too focused on how beautiful his fellow monk was, struggling to hide his blush as the taller boy bowed. He scrambled to do the same and focused on his feet while trying to calm his breathing, hoping that his face wasn’t bright red with the way it was burning.

“I am Kung Lao, descendant of the Great Kung Lao.”

“I am Liu Kang, it is my honour to meet you.”

He didn’t quite know what he expected in response because surely Kung Lao knew that he was a street rat; the Masters wouldn’t neglect to inform him of that. Instead, the other boy cocked an eyebrow and gave him a onceover before smiling.

“It is my honour to have met you, Liu Kang. Shall we go train?” He nodded mutely and watched the taller monk take the lead with a wink before laughing at Liu Kang’s wide eyes. He narrowly avoided tripping up over his own two feet in his haste to follow, sharing a shy grin with his sworn brother as Master Shujinko saw them off.

Later, once they finished all of their training for the day and had nothing to do but talk, Kung Lao showed him his Dragon marking. It was on his lower stomach and Liu Kang already had his hand out to touch it before apologizing and bowing his head.

“You can go ahead,” Lao said, gently encouraging him as he went on to explain what the mark meant, that Kung Lao was destined for greatness. He was to fight in the Mortal Kombat tournament and would definitely win it for them; Liu Kang didn’t need any special powers to see how skilled his shī xiōng was. Lao had been born with his mark and was from a blessed bloodline, meanwhile Liu was an orphan with nothing to his name.

He should feel jealous that he’d be left behind, left to do menial tasks and become a healer while Kung Lao saved the realm, yet he didn’t. If anything, he was more disappointed in the fact that he wouldn’t be able to go with him. Lao seemed to sense his sadness once letting his shirt drop, watching as Liu Kang instead focused on the endless night sky above them.

“What’s bothering you?”

“One day, you will leave me here while you go fight in the tournament,” he explained and wondered why the thought hurt him so much.

“That won’t happen, I won’t be leaving you Liu.”

The conviction in his voice was nothing but comforting and caused him to laugh, liking how serious Lao sounded whenever he truly meant something. The spark in his eyes was something to behold and made Liu Kang genuinely believe that Kung Lao meant everything that he said. He nearly suggested that they promise each other that they’d never part, but held back since it wasn’t the right time.

They ended up making their promise the night before their graduation. Kung Lao had appeared out of nowhere, literally teleporting in front of the shorter man and pulling him into an empty room. It was the most serious that he had ever seen his shī xiōng in recent months and could only wonder what had transpired to make him so. No one was exempt from Lao’s snarky comments and infamous temper, not even him, so it could be a number of things that had angered him.

“Tomorrow we will graduate and be given our tasks,” he started, holding Liu Kang’s smaller hand in between his own, “I want you to promise me that no matter what happens, you will come back to me.”

“Of course, I would ask you do the same.”

They shared a look in the darkened room before he was being pulled into a deep kiss, shuddering at the hand cupping the back of his head while an arm wrapped around his waist. It pulled him closer, until their fronts were flushed together and he was able to feel the steady thump of the other’s heart. It ended as quickly as it started and he managed a grin when Lao squeezed his hip then teleported them back into their shared bedroom.

The promise weighed heavy on his heart when Master Li Bing told him of his mission, that he was to go after a man who was involved in unsavoury things. It reminded him of the man, who had taken him from his family when he was only a child, the one who was the reason that he had been left like a dog on the streets. His fury was hard to contain when he saw the appalling state that the children were in, remembering how malnourished and abused he had been. The rage had burnt white hot while he broke the man’s nose, blood splattering all over his face when he caught sight of the Dragon marking on his exposed shoulder.

Liu Kang had known what he was doing when he snapped the man’s neck and he hadn’t regretted it for a moment. Not when he got to free the children from such a horrible fate and would be allowed to accompany Lao to the tournament. The fire crackling across his palms singed the blood off of them, hiding his deeds away from the world, but he wanted them to see it and know what he had done, to know that he wasn’t ashamed of it.

His return to the Wu Shi Academy was a wet, albeit quiet one and there was no one there to greet him, save for Kung Lao who had quirked an eyebrow at his wide smile. Rain was pouring down all around them but pooled on his hat before running off. He had quickly took it off to shield both of them from the harsh weather, pulling the younger man far closer than necessary as they ran to shelter.

“I can come with you,” was all he said, yanking up his wet shirt to expose the Dragon marking on his ribs. The grin that Lao had given him was beautiful and sweet, he would never forget it for as long as he lived because they both knew that he wouldn’t be left behind.

“Promise me this,” Liu Kang murmured when he saw Master Li Bing approaching him with Lord Raiden not too far behind, “that if we are to die, then it will be together.”

“Together,” Kung Lao said firmly, eyes focused only on Liu Kang before he started to busy himself with shaking water droplets off. Lord Raiden seemed to know what had transpired and merely smiled knowingly, watching them with amusement as Master Li Bing scolded them for not immediately going inside. He was moments away from showing off his new fire powers, but Lord Raiden shook his head and gestured for them to follow the fretting monk.

He turned to look at Lao who was taking the lead, as usual, but still winked at him. Despite the fact that he was absolutely drenched and freezing, he managed a grin in reply and followed as closely as possible. Even though he was somewhat hesitant of his new destiny, he trusted his shī xiōng and would follow him to the end of the world.

“The name is Kung Lao, descendant of the Great Kung Lao, the Grand Champion of the Order of Light,” his partner explained and he barely suppressed an eye roll, instead focusing on the people in front of him. Why did he always choose to introduce himself to others like that? It was endearing the first few times he had heard it, but now he was positive that Lao was doing it to irritate him.

“Never heard of him.”

May the Elder Gods give him strength. “Listen carefully, your training has begun, come.”

He turned on his heel and hoped that they were following him, mind running back onto how Sub Zero had nearly killed him had it not been for Lao’s intervention. Said person was casually strolling alongside him, expression hidden under the brim of his hat but Liu Kang knew him by now; he probably wanted to slam Kano into the dirt for disrespecting his ancestor.

As much as he would love to see that happen, he would have to play peacemaker until they figured out each kombatants’ capabilities. They needed every fighter they could get so Kung Lao couldn’t go around beating all of them into a bloody pulp. Well, he would probably do it regardless and claim that it was their ‘training’. The thought amused him somewhat as he pulled his hair out of his face and tied it up, ignoring the side eye he got from Lao as he did.

“Your inner power comes from your arcana, a gift from the marking of the Dragon,” he explained while leading them onto the training grounds, “the point of your training is for you to unlock that power. Without it, defeating Outworld would be impossible. Kung Lao and I have discovered our arcana and in the fight bin, you will discover yours.”

He moved out of the way and stood next to the steps so that he would have a clear view of the entire bin. Kung Lao situated himself to Liu’s left and watched on as Kano and Cole walked out, with the latter appreciating the view more than the former. He said a silent prayer to Lord Fujin and hoped that the Wind God would be able to join them soon.

“You may enter.”

“Heheh, let’s do the damn thing. I hope I get fire balls.”

Was this truly all they had to work with? He hoped that Cole and Jax would be able to unlock their arcana before Kano because he had a feeling that the man would become even more insufferable.

“There is no guarantee-”

“So look, instead of fire balls, what else do I shoot out of my hands? Like knives or guns or-”

“Hey, do you ever shut up?” Sonya interrupted and only stopped because Kung Lao put out his hand.

“You are welcome to stay with us, Miss Blade, but the training area is for the Chosen ones only.” Since when was that a thing- actually, he didn’t care, he had enough to deal with as is. Kano was slowly wearing his patience thin and it was at times like these where Liu Kang regretted not paying attention to Master Xiao’s lessons.

“Oh fuckin’ whoops.”

“Whoa hang on,” Cole started and Liu got the impression that he was a good man, but something dark festered inside of him, “we wouldn’t be here without her. She’s one of us.”

“A fighter without a marking can never achieve their arcana, and a fighter without an arcana is a liability to the others,” he said and might as well go along with Lao’s lie, if only to appease the older man.

“Yeah, liability,” Kano said and pointed at Sonya, who begrudgingly left, “ugh well, alright guys, a little less of this, a little more of this, c’mon.”

“Be still and listen,” he replied and would savour in Kano’s exasperation, “we will first pair off and spar so that Kung Lao and I may gauge your fighting prowess, if you have any at all. Cole, you will spar with Kung Lao and Kano-”

“I fucking got it pretty boy, you don’t need to spell it out for me,” the other man muttered and moved past him to sit on the uppermost part of the arena.

He turned to share a look with Kung Lao and nearly regretted not letting his partner fight Kano, but the deadly look in his eyes deterred him. “Shī xiōng, be careful not to wound him,” was all he advised, patting Kung Lao on the shoulder before moving to sit near the staircase.

“All you can do now is test your might, we have no time to lose, you must unlock your arcana.”

Liu Kang let out a breath while the two of them got into their stances and noted that Cole seemed to be more of a brawler as compared to Kung Lao’s Wing Chun. It would be an interesting matchup to say the least and he was curious to see how Cole would adapt.

As soon as they were done posturing, they exchanged a few warm up blows with Lao immediately going on the offensive. His form was as perfect as ever, quickly landing each hit and ensuring to block Cole whenever he retaliated. The taller of the two looked as though his punches carried quite some force, so he hoped that Kung Lao would do well to avoid them. That didn’t mean that Lao didn’t strike hard as well, he just preferred to do his chain punches.

Cole kept his arms close to his body and seemed to be more of a defensive fighter, but clearly knew when to pick his moments. It wasn’t long before Lao started using his signature front kick, a side kick then a variation of the two before avoiding Cole’s. He used his arm to offset his weight while moving onto Cole’s other side to perform a beautiful spinning hook kick. Liu watched Kung Lao hit him once in the shoulder then knelt to hit him in the stomach before attempting a roundhouse kick. This time, Cole grabbed his leg and tackled him to the ground. Liu Kang stood and was impressed that the newcomer had managed to get that close.

Lao had gotten back into his stance and was slowly running his hand along the brim of his hat before whipping it off. He aimed for Cole’s leg then his head and nearly succeeded in beheading the other man. Liu fiddled with his mala beads while watching how Cole forced Kung Lao to be defensive and block his kicks with the hat. The metal clanged at every impact before there was a moment of pause, then Lao performed another spinning hook kick and quickly transitioned into a side kick.

It was able to stun Cole for a few precious moments which proved to be his undoing because Kung Lao seized the opportunity to hit him with his hat. The force of it was strong enough to launch the other fighter about five or so feet back. Kung Lao gracefully caught his hat then readjusted the strap around his chin while walking up to Liu Kang.

“In Mortal Kombat, talent will only get you so far,” he commented with that smug tone of his, the hint of a smile on his face before Kano slowly started clapping.

“Well that was great, really good stuff. You know, maybe your arcana is getting your ass kicked by a hat. Heh.”

Him and Lao exchanged another exasperated look and he wondered if Lord Raiden was out collecting more kombatants. With a sigh, he wrapped his mala beads around his wrist then started to undo the sash around his waist. He would ignore his partner for the time being while removing his shirt and thanked the Elder Gods that he wasn’t littered in bite marks.

Cole winced while getting up and moving off to the side as Kano skipped down the stairs and winked at his fellow fighter. Liu Kang stopped himself from rolling his eyes when Kano not so quietly declared that he would best the shorter man.

“Do not burn him, shī dì,” Lao advised while collecting Liu’s shirt and folded it before he and Cole moved out of the arena.

He was aware that Cole’s eyes lingered on the Dragon marking on his ribs yet didn’t let it bother him as he readied himself. Kano didn’t seem too concerned to get into a stance which he found peculiar, but he was more invested in fixing his sash than wondering why Kano did anything.

“Fight!” Kung Lao announced and he made sure to steady his breathing and focus on the man in front of him.

“No Harry Potter shit alright?” the taller man declared while walking up to him so he nodded in understanding. Liu Kang wouldn’t go as far as to utilizing his fire in a mere practice match unless he felt truly threatened. He waited until Kano was within arm’s reach before doing a simple sweep kick to surprise him, smiling at the sight of him lying in the sand.

“Ugh, cute,” he commented yet the venom in his words was hard to ignore.

Liu glanced at Kung Lao and wasn’t surprised with the smirk he found on the other’s face. His attention moved back onto Kano, who was dusting himself off and slowly getting up.

“Real cute, I’d like to see you try that again.” Well, if he insisted. Kano soon found himself back in the same position and looked both puzzled and irritated with it. He quickly got back up and fixed Liu Kang with another dirty glare.

“Is that the only move you know mate?”

He quirked a brow and faked the taller man out, watching him jump to avoid nothing with a gleeful look on his face that was soon replaced with resignation. The last sweep kick made him feel much better about the day’s events, seeing as he got to carry out Lao’s retribution.

Said person didn’t seem too grateful, but that was probably due to the fact that he had been a victim of Liu Kang’s sweep kicks far too often. Nevertheless, he was proud of himself and even offered a hand to Kano only for him to slap it away.

“Yeah, yeah, put a fucking shirt on magic Mike.”

“It seems as though we have our work cut out for us,” Lao said and he was right, these two had a long way to go before being deigned Champions.

“I was just warming up,” Kano explained to which Kung Lao scoffed, eyes narrowing when Liu focused on Cole’s bleeding arm.

“Let me see your wound.”

He stilled when Kung Lao stepped in front of him and merely held out his shirt. Their fingers brushed together as he gratefully accepted it then started to dress himself again, idly watching as Kano skipped up the stairs then disappeared.

“I told you to be careful,” he said and knew that Lao was more focused on trailing his fingers across Liu Kang’s ribs. He levelled a look at the taller man while fixing his sash then gestured for Cole to follow him. Kung Lao muttered something under his breath while watching them leave before following at his own leisure. He led Cole down a hallway then into their infirmary, motioning for him to sit on the bed while he looked for the medical supplies. They were always fully stocked due to the rigorous training the Champions underwent so it didn’t take him too long to find what he was looking for.

His partner disappeared into an adjourning room and was probably going to check on Jax and Sonya or maybe gloat to himself; he never did know with Lao. The thought amused him as he started cleaning the area and was relieved that it was only a flesh wound.

“Liu, how do I find my arcana?” Cole asked, wincing when he saw that small metal rods were being inserted into his arm. They were to hold the wound shut and prevent further damage, something which he had studied extensively when he thought he would remain a healer.

“It must come from your soul, whatever it is that drives you.”

“So how’d you find your arcana?”

His attention was drawn to the doorway when Kung Lao passed by with a monk, sparing Liu a glance before immersing himself in the conversation. Quite some time had passed since he thought about his childhood and how Master Bo’Rai Cho had saved him from the streets. They were particularly difficult memories to talk about and it felt awkward to have someone other than Kung Lao listen to him with such rapt attention.

“Unlike Kung Lao, I was just a worthless stray. For reasons beyond my kin, Master Bo’Rai Cho found me half-dead in the gutter and brought me,” he paused at Cole’s exhale then steadied his hands, “to the Wu Shi Academy. There I was given a purpose, a brother; Kung Lao. And I met Lord Raiden who Kung Lao and I have served together.

“Upon graduation, I was given the name of a man. He was a purveyor of rare things, children, orphans like me,” his voice dropped to a whisper as he focused on not flaying Cole alive, stabilizing his hand when his fire burnt hotter, “He had a marking so I chose to take it from him. And in that moment, my arcana came forth.”

Cole’s pained grunt brought him out of his thoughts when the fire finally cauterized the wound. He would spare him all the ugly details of what he had truly done to that disgusting man and instead stilled his shaking hands. Liu Kang offered him a forced smile while placing some gauze over his wound then looked up when Lao entered. “Shī xiōng,” he greeted and bowed despite not needing to, ensuring that he had placed the gauze correctly before allowing Cole to stand.

“We will do round two before the day is over,” he informed and his perpetual frown deepened for some reason.

“Of course, where is Kano?” Liu asked and would like to have a genuine spar with the man even though he enjoyed employing his cheaper tactics.

“Harassing Miss Blade,” Lao replied, eyeing Cole up and down which meant only one thing. Liu Kang hummed while examining the wound and nodded at his findings, pleased with the fact that it wouldn’t rip.

“Do not wound him again.”

“That is for him to decide, shī dì.”

Liu Kang only sighed in response and cocked an eyebrow at Cole who was staring at them with an odd expression. He was about to tell him that he was allowed to rest for a few more minutes, but then Lao caressed his hip. It distracted him enough to forget what he was going to say, turning to frown at his partner.

“Don’t you want to go practice again?” he asked and pretended that he didn’t notice how Lao’s posture stiffened.
He scowled then nodded, levelling a glare at him before teleporting away, leaving Liu and Cole to awkwardly stare at one another. He cleared his throat then brushed past the taller man, too lost in his thoughts to notice Cole frowning at him.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” he said in disbelief and watched as Kano strutted off to brag about his new powers to some less than enthused monks.

“I told you, it’s like training a nasty dog,” Kung Lao replied, tilting his head so that his hat hid his expression.

“I think he’d prefer mongrel,” Sonya quipped to which Jax laughed. He smiled in reply and watched the pair walk off before moving to clean the table. It left him with Kung Lao and Cole, who watched him stack up empty plates. The task was mindless and repetitive, allowing him to focus on his hands instead of his sulking partner. He wasn’t sure what or who had angered Lao now, but he had the feeling that he’d find out soon enough.

“Cole, tomorrow you will train with Kano.”

“Why can’t I fight you?”

There was dead silence before the sound of glass shattering startled them. He turned to watch Lao standing there with clenched fists and a broken plate at his feet. “Clean that up,” was all he said then stared at a bewildered Cole, “as for your question, I am-”

“In time, you may train with him,” Kung Lao spat and oh, so that was what this was about? His shī xiōng was jealous over something, wasn’t he? Liu should’ve known that something was bound to happen and tried to mask his amusement while offering up an apology to Cole.

“My apologies, but my purpose is to guide you for now,” he explained and hoped that it would be enough to appease Lao.

“It’s okay, I’ll uh, see you tomorrow.”

With that, Cole took his leave and seemed shaken, but Liu Kang couldn’t blame him. He had been on the receiving end of Kung Lao’s hat twice before and likely didn’t want to face the seething monk again. He took a moment to gather his thoughts then turned to watch as Lao shot a glare at Cole’s rapidly retreating figure then focused on the man across from him.

Neither of them said anything for the moment, more invested in cleaning up after their fellow Champions than in talking to one another. Kung Lao did owe him an explanation for his sudden outburst though; no matter how jealous he got, he couldn’t behead Cole for asking a simple question. He wasn’t too sure if the question was what had irked him or if it was Liu Kang mending his wound, however knowing Lao, it was probably the latter.

He was tempted to be petty and tell Lao that Cole wouldn’t have been injured if someone had just listened to him, but he knew better by now. Instead, he just focused on carrying the plates to the kitchen so that he could clean them later. When he returned to the dining area, he was greeted by Lao’s carefully blank expression and could only wonder what was going to happen now.

“Why the interest in him?”

“Lord Raiden sees something in him,” he replied and tried to not roll his eyes, “why, are you jealous?”

His partner scowled at the realization that he had been found out, pivoting to glare at Liu Kang, who was far too amused. The look in Kung Lao’s eyes could only be described as predatory and it was one that he knew well. He fought to stay still when the taller man slowly approached him, looking both beautiful and dangerous in the dim lights. His steps were slow and deliberate and it made his breath hitch the closer that Lao got before an arm was wrapping around his waist.

He knew better than to speak at a time like this and chose to appreciate the silence before it devolved into something desperate, like it always did between them. Lao used his free hand to rub soothing circles into his hips and it was a promise of things to come. The warmth of the other’s touch would never be as intense as his own was, yet that didn’t stop him from enjoying it.

They shared a look which was more Kung Lao eyeing him up and down, as though Liu Kang were an oasis and he a dehydrated man. He didn’t get to appreciate how handsome his partner was before fingers were tangling in his hair and yanking his head backwards. He shuddered at the sudden action and tried to reciprocate the greedy kiss accompanying it, but only succeeded on choking on a tongue. He drew back to breathe and regretted it the second that his world warped until it righted itself.

He struggled to reorient himself and hated when he was suddenly teleported, something which Kung Lao knew and probably didn’t care for. They were in their bedroom and he was pinned in between Lao and the door. The position was familiar so he didn’t complain about the wood digging into his back while he was fondled. His breath came out in short gasps when he was squeezed through his pants and fought to not buck his hips. He let his head thump against the door when Kung Lao threw his hat somewhere so that he could press wet kisses into Liu Kang’s throat.

“Lao,” he warned yet didn’t bother to stop his shī xiōng from gently biting the skin above his Adam’s apple. Any further complaint he had immediately died in his throat when his sash was undone and put on top of the nearest table. He appreciated the respect for his clothing before his mind blanked and he buried his fingers in Kung Lao’s hair. His legs were shoved apart to accommodate a thick thigh pressing into his length and slowly rubbing him off as he groaned.

“Kung Lao, we have to be up early,” he said yet still made no move to dislodge the taller man.

“And we will be,” Lao replied, as easy as ever although Liu Kang got the impression that he was lying.

He was unable to think properly when he was being kissed, something which his partner knew well, if his smirk was anything to go off of. He would have retaliated if he could focus; it was why Kung Lao was able to easily to pick him and dump him on their bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight and he took a moment to reorient himself as Lao made himself comfortable between his legs.

They were unceremoniously shoved apart and he squirmed when a finger hooked in the band of his pants. He raised his hips once realizing what was going on and could only flush at Lao’s smirk. There was a glint of pride mixed with lust in those gorgeous eyes which he made sure to appreciate since it came about because of him. Lao squeezed his thighs harshly before rubbing the flesh in a silent apology once it reddened into his handprint. Liu Kang didn’t mind the marks so much, seeing as his partner was rather fond of seeing him covered in them. The thought occupied his mind as he watched the older man caress the outline of his erection before busying himself with his own clothes.

“Take off your shirt,” was all he said then started to undress himself, throwing clothes haphazardly across the room as Liu watched.

Sometimes he found it difficult to focus on training when Kung Lao was shirtless and he got to eye the other down as much as he wanted. It had started when they were both teenagers and he doubted it would end anytime soon, especially when Lao looked like that. He had nearly no body fat and was pure muscle, and oh did Liu Kang reap the rewards. He kept his gaze on the older man whole carefully unwrapping his mala beads and dropping them on top of the dresser.

He was thankful that he wasn’t drooling by the time Lao was ready for him, idly running his fingers through his hair to fix it before winking at him. He hated how it went right to his cock and how he was unable to move when Kung Lao clambered back onto the bed. Liu Kang would never admit how much he hated when his partner tied up his hair, but these moments appeased him. There was nothing more satisfying than laying underneath the older man and watching how his bangs fell in his face-

“Get on your knees.”

The words took a moment to register, but when they did, he was left a bright red.

“What?”

“On your knees, shī dì,” Kung Lao repeated with a faux sweet smile while stroking his cock to full hardness.

His knees felt like jelly yet he still obeyed and arched his back the way that Kung Lao liked, sighing softly when a kiss was pressed to his shoulder. The affection was as comforting as always, yet it felt foreboding this time. It wasn’t often that Lao told him to turn around and take it, so something must truly be bothering him. He didn’t get the chance to continue wondering when a hand settled in between his shoulder blades and forced him down. Ah, so it was going to be one of those nights; where Lao held Liu Kang down with his body and pounded him until he cried. The new position left him with his ass up in the air, but it was hard to be embarrassed when he was this aroused.

The bed creaked before Kung Lao was squeezing his ass and running a finger along his entrance. His ears always burnt when he smelt the sweet scent of the coconut oil Lao liked to use because he knew what was going to follow. A plus, however, was that his partner had long fingers, far longer than his own so they were able to reach deeper.

“Do you know whose room is next door?” Lao murmured while tracing his entrance with two slicked up fingers.

“Uh is it- Lao!” He fisted the sheets in an attempt to deal with the digits viciously fucking him open, legs trembling from the force of it.

“Close enough, it was my room,” the other man replied almost conversationally, like if he weren’t knuckle deep inside of Liu Kang. He shuddered at the stretch and sucked in a breath when a third joined them, whimpering as Kung Lao held his hip steady. The rough fingers caressed the skin lovingly before blunt nails were digging crescents into it. The pain balanced off the pleasure deliciously, enough to have him mumbling out nonsense and rocking back to get those digits deeper.

They kept twisting around while probing for his prostate and it didn’t long for Lao to find it, fingers crooking against the bundle of nerves and prodding it. It sent a shock of pleasure through him as he started writhing and reaching back for his partner, desperate to be filled and fucked into the mattress. He didn’t get his wish though and muffled his frustrations in a pillow while ignoring Kung Lao’s chuckle.

“Oh sorry, did you want something?”

“Kung Lao,” he complained yet groaned when the fingers stopped moving in favour of scissoring him open.

As much as he knew that he had to be stretched in order to take Lao, it didn’t stop him from wanting the older man to just fuck him already! It was torture to be toyed with like this, to be utterly at Kung Lao’s mercy when he was angry over something. Fortunately, he didn’t have to suffer for much longer when Lao removed his fingers. Despite his earlier complaints, he hissed at the lack of friction but nearly regretted it when the thick head of Lao’s cock pressed against his entrance. Liu swallowed at the sting of the first push yet still welcomed it, grateful that he didn’t have to beg for it tonight. This would also be the most gentle thing too and he appreciated how slow Kung Lao was going.

His cock was nothing to scoff at and would have him in tears by the end of the night, so the snail’s pace was perfect. It let him feel himself stretch to accommodate the older man and was a great test of his own resolve. Liu panted at the effort of not clenching and was rewarded with an affectionate squeeze. He buried his fingers in a pillow because Kung Lao was feeding him inch after inch and occasionally stopped to ensure that he was okay.

“Lao,” he grunted because he wasn’t going to break, he wasn’t a porcelain doll.

“Learn some patience Liu,” the elder said yet forced more of himself in. He knew of Liu Kang’s capabilities yet his ego was nearly as big as his dick.
It wasn’t long until Lao had bottomed out and his pelvis was flush with Liu’s ass, causing him to wince at effort of fitting his partner. H-he felt so full and would forever be amazed with how much he could take. Kung Lao murmured out praises and gentle encouragements which was a testament to his kharacter. No matter how arrogant and proud he acted, he still waited until Liu gave him permission to go ahead.

The first thrust jostled him more than he anticipated and had him clutching at the sheets until his knuckles turned white. “Shī xiōng,” he groaned and huffed at the soft apology in return. The second one was smoother yet carried the same amount of force, shoving Liu Kang further up the bed before Lao muttered.

He was dragged back down by his hips and kept there with a bruising grip, so there was no doubt that he would wake up with hand marks there. But the younger couldn’t deny how much he adored when Lao pushed into him with a deadly precision. Each stroke felt as though it would end up in his stomach and had him gasping at the thought.
There was no doubt that Kung Lao was long enough and he would check if he weren’t so busy being split open. Each thrust threatened to break his pelvis and he wouldn’t be able to keep his hips up if the older man continued on like this. Complaining would get him nowhere though. Actually, Lao liked to watch him cry and struggle to take his cock, so why was he worrying?

“Kung Lao, please,” he begged, voice breaking halfway through as his partner hummed.

“Please what?”

“Kiss me,” Liu requested and arched his back when fingers buried themselves in his hair and yanked him up. He struggled to get his arms under him and moaned as Lao pressed against his back.

Their size difference was never as noticeable as it was now because Kung Lao was broader and taller, able to easily cover Liu Kang when they were having sex. That thought went right to his dick and had him whimpering out nonsense as his head was tilted to the side. He obediently waited for his partner and hummed in satisfaction at the sweet kiss balancing off their sex.

Lao nibbled on his lower lip then indulged him in an open-mouthed kiss. He must have realized that Liu was on the verge of collapsing so he wrapped a hand around his waist. The simple action comforted him more than he thought possible so he buried his fingers in Kung Lao’s hair and kept him close. Running his hands through the silky strands kept him somewhat grounded while bruises were sucked onto his neck.

That was something to complain about later, when he wasn’t being aggressively fucked into. The rough pace made his knees buckle twice as he struggled to keep up, digging his fingers into Kung Lao’s wrist in an attempt to deal with it.

“Shī xiōng, you’re so, ah, rough,” he moaned after a particularly harsh thrust and squeezed his eyes shut when a hand wrapped around his sensitive cock.

“Lao, wait, Lao!” Liu Kang let out a frustrated noise and tried to writhe away from the other’s vice-like grip, but failed. He was forced to stay still and just take it, moaning when his dick was quickly fisted.

“The next time he bleeds, he will fix himself,” Kung Lao growled, lips pulled thin to reveal a nasty sneer as his hips slapped against Liu Kang’s ass. The noise echoed against the walls and had him burying his face in the mattress, trying to deal with how aroused yet flustered he was.

Even though the pace threatened to break him on multiple occasions, he still cried in complaint when Kung Lao pulled out. The older man maneuvered Liu Kang onto his back then shoved his thighs apart before entering him again. His eyes rolled back into his head at how intimate and familiar this felt, so much so that he let Lao bend him in half then pin his thighs to the bed. He couldn’t find it within him to hate it, not when he got to drag his nails down his partner’s well-muscled back.

The new position let Kung Lao put his weight behind his wayward thrusts; they lacked any precision but made up for it with pure force. It was so good and had him clutching at the older man and crying when he pushed in deeper. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and staining the sheets, not that either of them cared. Kung Lao shushed him softly then leaned down to kiss him, whispering out sentiments that contrasted his actions. Liu panted when his hair was brushed out of his face while he was jerked off, heart and body confused at the conflicting actions.

“Do you know how deeply I care for you?” his partner queried, voice strained as he grunted and grinded against Liu’s trembling walls, “I don’t like seeing a frown on that pretty face. Don’t bare your soul to someone you’ve never met, even if they are an ally.”

He nodded in understanding and quickly pulled his shī xiōng into a desperate kiss, moaning into it when the angle shifted again. This time, the head of Kung Lao’s cock dragged against his prostate before catching on his entrance. It was overwhelming, but in a good way. It left him panting into Lao’s ear while his neck and collar were littered with bite marks.

The older man shifted closer and ended up putting more weight on Liu Kang, not that he minded. He hummed when Lao braced a hand next to his head while leaning down to pepper kisses along his face before sinking his teeth into Liu’s neck. Everyone would definitely see it yet he didn’t really care, not when he was being kissed like if their lives depended on it. And given what they were facing, it probably did.

A hand working his cock yanked him out of those depressing thoughts and he loved the fact that he couldn’t move. Kung Lao had rearranged their bodies in such a way that he was pinned against the bed and his chest. Liu ran his hands along Lao’s chest to commit the muscles to memory before tangling his fingers in the other’s hair.

“Kung Lao, please,” he started somewhat deliriously and cried out when his partner pressed as close a physically possible.

“Liu,” he whispered and grunted at the fingers clawing at his back. I-it was justified because he was fucking Liu Kang hard enough that the bed groaned. He hoped that it fared better than he did because he was going to be a mess tomorrow.

The thought of how he’d be unable to walk without a limp made him hiss and clench so tightly that the older man had difficulty entering him. It did nothing but rile him up, and he didn’t care that he was sobbing again. Lao was pistoning his cock into him so quickly that it felt like he’d break the smaller man, who secretly hoped that it would. Because Kung Lao would pamper him after the fact and shower him with apologies while forcing another orgasm out of him.

“Lao, I’m close,” he whimpered and buried his face in the older man’s shoulder.

“That’s my boy,” Kung Lao said and moaned when Liu Kang immediately orgasmed. It was so intense and had him crying and squirming because Lao pounded him through it; fucked his spasming walls until they loosened and let him in deeper.

His head lolled back onto the pillow as he savoured how handsome the man above him was, admiring his hair before wincing. The closer that Lao got to his own orgasm, the wilder his thrusts became. Liu let out a wet, shuddering mess of a moan when Kung Lao’s hips finally snapped to a stop. He could actually feel the other’s cock throbbing while it emptied inside of him, something that his perverted partner was a fan of. Well apart from how wet he always felt after the fact, he didn’t mind it.

They both took a moment to catch their breath before Kung Lao was gently untangling their limbs. Liu groaned at the ache in his thighs and wondered if he’d be able to train- damn it, Kung Lao was truly devious. Said person was gently easing out of the younger’s body and patted his thighs apologetically. He grunted in reply and wanted to go to sleep, he was tired. He trusted his shī xiōng to clean him and was in the middle of easing onto his side before Lao snickered.

“What?”

“Cole is staying next door, may his rest be disturbed,” his elder replied and pressed a kiss to Liu’s cheek. He was mortified at the fact that Cole more than likely heard him being fucked by Lao, who didn’t bother to tell him this.

“Go to sleep and worry your pretty head about it later,” Kung Lao said while getting a towel and Liu Kang was going to kill him.