[Tekken] Good Things Come - Chapter 1
Title: Good Things Come
Chapter: 1
Author: Merci
Source: Tekken
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kazuya/Lee
Summary: Lee makes a high-stakes bet with Kazuya.
Warnings: Yaoi, incest, betting, dildos, orgasm delay, cock cages, humiliation, dom/sub, anal
Status: Complete
Wordcount: 5, 236
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Tekken, Kazuya, or Lee.
Notes: Something I'd written for the Tekken Kink Meme. It's been a while since I filled the prompt, so thought I'd share here as well.
The prompt was: Kazuya and Lee make a bet involving combot during the 4th tournament.
The bet, the stakes, and who wins are all up to you!
Chapter 1
Kazuya wasn’t thrilled with Lee’s plan. He rarely thought Lee’s ideas were good, and this was not one of those times. Lee tinkered with the Combot, adding some extra commands and… attachments
“You’re an idiot. This will never work.”
“Sure it will. You just have no vision, Kazuya.” Lee tried to shoot Kazuya a cutting glare, but his eyes were unfocused with the copious amounts of alcohol he’d already consumed. “You’re just jealous that I had an idea and you didn’t!” He laughed and turned back to modifying his fighting robot.
Kazuya sighed and rolled his eyes. If he’d been sober he might have fought Lee more, but he was tired and curious to see exactly what his brother had in mind. Well, the two-foot-long green dildo attached to the centre of the Combot’s chest gave him an idea. His brother had gone off the deep end. He spied a box of extra dildoes beside Lee’s workstation and wondered if Lee bought in bulk. “You’re… serious?” he finally asked, sounding more astonished than he’d intended. Damn the tequila.
“Yes,” Lee turned his head and smiled. “This will be hilarious and…” he paused, trying to find the right words. “It might even win the next tournament!”
Kazuya made a dismissive sound. “You’d call a tournament just to see if your new Combot could win? You are an idiot. You just won the Zaibatsu!”
“Want a bet?” Lee turned and stood to look him in the eye. Any hint of inebriation seemed to melt away, leaving only Lee’s brilliant, calculating mind.
Kazuya felt his blood heat at the invitation. “Yes,” he said, closing the distance between them and took Lee’s hand to seal the bet. “I don’t think your Combot will win the tournament.”
“I think it will,” Lee said and shook hard. “What will you give me when I win?”
“Heh, respect?” Kazuya guffawed.
Lee’s mouth quirked up at a dangerous angle and he tightened his grip on his brother’s hand. “I’ve always wanted a personal servant.”
Kazuya tightened his grip and pressed in tight against Lee. “Meaning?”
Lee leaned in close, his lips a breath away from Kazuya’s scowling mouth. It was as if the years they’d spent apart was a dream and Lee’s breezy and cutting scent teased his nose and the familiar motions and touches flooded back to Kazuya’s memory. “I want you to pay me a little lip service,” he said in a husky whisper. “Maybe a little tongue service, too. Use your imagination, Kazuya. I’ve had the pleasure of tasting you,” he inhaled deeply and looked Kazuya up and down. “I want you to suck my cock and play with my balls. Be as rough as you like, especially when you lick my--”
“No way!” Kazuya interrupted.
Lee smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Afraid I’ll win?”
Kazuya frowned. “No…”
“Well, you know what I want… now what would you want if you win?”
“For you to die?”
“Oh, you hurt my feelings, Kazuya,” Lee pressed close and hard against Kazuya. His cock was solid as he rubbed it along Kazuya’s thigh. “Do you feel how hurt I am?”
Kazuya felt his gaze darken as he looked over Lee. “I do. You seem to get hurt so often, especially when this happens,” he smiled and grabbed Lee’s bulge through his trousers. He felt a surge of excitement as Lee gulped in surprise. “If I win you will wear a little restraint that will prevent… this.” He squeezed, harder this time and Lee went weak in the knees.
Lee didn’t move; his warm, brown eyes locked with Kazuya in uncertain hesitation. He licked his lips absently and shuddered when Kazuya stroked him through his pants.
“Are you afraid you’ll lose?” Kazuya asked, arching an eyebrow and enjoying his brother’s reaction.
“N-no,” Lee said, shaking his head and trying to regain his composure. “You can ask for anything you want, because you won’t win. It’s a deal.” He shook Kazuya’s hand and quickly turned back to Combot, his hands flying over the keyboard with determined energy.
Inhaling deeply, Kazuya turned and left his brother to his work. He soaked up the delicious smell of musk and arousal that filled his nostrils, and delighted at the hints of fear in his sweat.
Chapter: 1
Author: Merci
Source: Tekken
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kazuya/Lee
Summary: Lee makes a high-stakes bet with Kazuya.
Warnings: Yaoi, incest, betting, dildos, orgasm delay, cock cages, humiliation, dom/sub, anal
Status: Complete
Wordcount: 5, 236
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Tekken, Kazuya, or Lee.
Notes: Something I'd written for the Tekken Kink Meme. It's been a while since I filled the prompt, so thought I'd share here as well.
The prompt was: Kazuya and Lee make a bet involving combot during the 4th tournament.
The bet, the stakes, and who wins are all up to you!
Chapter 1
Kazuya wasn’t thrilled with Lee’s plan. He rarely thought Lee’s ideas were good, and this was not one of those times. Lee tinkered with the Combot, adding some extra commands and… attachments
“You’re an idiot. This will never work.”
“Sure it will. You just have no vision, Kazuya.” Lee tried to shoot Kazuya a cutting glare, but his eyes were unfocused with the copious amounts of alcohol he’d already consumed. “You’re just jealous that I had an idea and you didn’t!” He laughed and turned back to modifying his fighting robot.
Kazuya sighed and rolled his eyes. If he’d been sober he might have fought Lee more, but he was tired and curious to see exactly what his brother had in mind. Well, the two-foot-long green dildo attached to the centre of the Combot’s chest gave him an idea. His brother had gone off the deep end. He spied a box of extra dildoes beside Lee’s workstation and wondered if Lee bought in bulk. “You’re… serious?” he finally asked, sounding more astonished than he’d intended. Damn the tequila.
“Yes,” Lee turned his head and smiled. “This will be hilarious and…” he paused, trying to find the right words. “It might even win the next tournament!”
Kazuya made a dismissive sound. “You’d call a tournament just to see if your new Combot could win? You are an idiot. You just won the Zaibatsu!”
“Want a bet?” Lee turned and stood to look him in the eye. Any hint of inebriation seemed to melt away, leaving only Lee’s brilliant, calculating mind.
Kazuya felt his blood heat at the invitation. “Yes,” he said, closing the distance between them and took Lee’s hand to seal the bet. “I don’t think your Combot will win the tournament.”
“I think it will,” Lee said and shook hard. “What will you give me when I win?”
“Heh, respect?” Kazuya guffawed.
Lee’s mouth quirked up at a dangerous angle and he tightened his grip on his brother’s hand. “I’ve always wanted a personal servant.”
Kazuya tightened his grip and pressed in tight against Lee. “Meaning?”
Lee leaned in close, his lips a breath away from Kazuya’s scowling mouth. It was as if the years they’d spent apart was a dream and Lee’s breezy and cutting scent teased his nose and the familiar motions and touches flooded back to Kazuya’s memory. “I want you to pay me a little lip service,” he said in a husky whisper. “Maybe a little tongue service, too. Use your imagination, Kazuya. I’ve had the pleasure of tasting you,” he inhaled deeply and looked Kazuya up and down. “I want you to suck my cock and play with my balls. Be as rough as you like, especially when you lick my--”
“No way!” Kazuya interrupted.
Lee smiled and arched an eyebrow. “Afraid I’ll win?”
Kazuya frowned. “No…”
“Well, you know what I want… now what would you want if you win?”
“For you to die?”
“Oh, you hurt my feelings, Kazuya,” Lee pressed close and hard against Kazuya. His cock was solid as he rubbed it along Kazuya’s thigh. “Do you feel how hurt I am?”
Kazuya felt his gaze darken as he looked over Lee. “I do. You seem to get hurt so often, especially when this happens,” he smiled and grabbed Lee’s bulge through his trousers. He felt a surge of excitement as Lee gulped in surprise. “If I win you will wear a little restraint that will prevent… this.” He squeezed, harder this time and Lee went weak in the knees.
Lee didn’t move; his warm, brown eyes locked with Kazuya in uncertain hesitation. He licked his lips absently and shuddered when Kazuya stroked him through his pants.
“Are you afraid you’ll lose?” Kazuya asked, arching an eyebrow and enjoying his brother’s reaction.
“N-no,” Lee said, shaking his head and trying to regain his composure. “You can ask for anything you want, because you won’t win. It’s a deal.” He shook Kazuya’s hand and quickly turned back to Combot, his hands flying over the keyboard with determined energy.
Inhaling deeply, Kazuya turned and left his brother to his work. He soaked up the delicious smell of musk and arousal that filled his nostrils, and delighted at the hints of fear in his sweat.