[Tekken] Good Things Come - Chapter 3
Title: Good Things Come
Chapter: 3
Author: Merci
Source: Tekken
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Tekken, Kazuya, or Lee.
Notes: Please see chapter 1 for all warnings and notes. Warning, this story is explicit!!
Chapter 3
Kazuya was nowhere to be found after the fifth Iron Fist tournament. Lee had searched for him, called his phone, and inquired with security, but it was as if his brother had vanished. In seething desperation he’d returned to Kazuya’s note and read it over.
I will visit you after the tournament.
“Shit!” he cursed and re-crumpled the card. ‘After the tournament’ could be any time!
After having a minor fit, Lee steeled his resolve to beat Kazuya at this sick game. Over the following weeks he kept busy running the Zaibatsu, training, modifying his dildo combot model, and going about his day all while wearing the leather cage around his cock. It wasn’t too distracting, except that he was reminded of Kazuya every time he felt himself stir in excitement. It was comfortable and definitely stimulating, but its size prevented him from achieving a full erection, and while the leather strips were loosely woven together to allow for him to urinate and wash himself, it prevented any masturbation that would help him achieve orgasm.
He tried picking the lock once, but he’d failed and wasn’t desperate enough to call in a locksmith. He later received a note from Kazuya that set his blood boiling.
Chaolan,
Each time you tamper with the lock will prolong my arrival and your relief from your predicament. I’d also advise you against stimulating yourself anally.
Good things come to those who wait.
I promise.
K.
Lee hadn’t even thought to stimulate his ass! He caved and tried calling Kazuya, only to get an automated recording telling him the line was no longer active.
After a brief scream, Lee resolved to spend his spare, frustrated moments tinkering with his latest combot model, tweaking some lines of code and modifying the positions of some of the dildos. While working with the silicone cocks added to his frustrations, he pushed those thoughts aside and bided his time until Kazuya decided to show up.
Lee was absently tinkering with Combot-D well after the rest of the Zaibatsu had retired for the evening. It was a moonless night and he knelt before his creation, working under an industrial lamp that chased the darkness away from the dildo-bedazzled robot. He sat back on his heels to wipe at his brow and inspect his work, groaning softly as he felt the leather cage shift over his cock. “Damnit, Kazuya…” he huffed. “’Good things come’ my ass,” he said, huffing angrily before he noticed something… familiar.
The air felt different, thick and heavy. There came a leathery creak of his executive chair and his attention shot to his desk, bathed in moonless darkness, though he could just make out a shadowy form that occupied his seat of power.
“Congratulations on winning the tournament, Chaolan…” Kazuya’s rich voice washed over Lee and he couldn’t repress a shudder.
The lights overhead made it difficult to see and Lee began to rise to his feet. “Thank you, though, I suppose I should have read the rules more carefully, I-”
“Not so fast,” Kazuya barked, halting Lee’s ascent and keeping him on his knees.
Lee gritted his teeth, but obeyed and waited. While he was eager to remove his cage, he disliked the way his brother was lording his temporary power over him. He watched Kazuya approach, noticing the light reflecting off his black suit and realized with a flutter of excitement that the suit was made of PVC.
Kazuya firmly took his jaw and dragged him up and against his body. Lee tried to maintain his composure, but failed, letting some acidity into his voice. “I’ve been waiting… you didn’t say you’d take your sweet time.”
“I’ve been… watching.” Kazuya inhaled deeply as his eyes raked over Lee’s body. “I know you’ve been ready for a while.”
Lee swallowed thickly and put on his best mask of professionalism while his insides quivered before Kazuya slammed him back against the wall and took his mouth in a dominating kiss. Lee pushed back, digging his fingers into Kazuya’s suit. He could feel Kazuya’s hands on his body, raking over his chest, abdomen, and thighs before squeezing his straining member, locked into a flaccid state by exquisite leather bonds.
“You’ve been very good,” Kazuya purred against Lee’s neck. “You only tried to remove the lock once.”
“Well,” Lee panted, licking his lips and holding Kazuya’s face steady. “You said ‘good things come to those who wait’, and I’m curious to see what you think is a ‘good thing.’”
Kazuya produced a key from his pocket and held it up, its fine silver detail matched the lock perfectly and Lee knew it was what he’d been waiting for. “You may find our definitions overlap in places, and if you behave…”
Lee nodded shallowly, his insides aching for the release and relief the key would bring. He felt the heat of Kazuya’s smile and he resolved to play by his brother’s rules… for a little while.
“Good,” Kazuya smirked and stepped back, shoving Lee against the wall and dropping him to his knees. “Show me how well you follow commands, and we’ll see how this goes.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the desk. He made himself comfortable in the chair and spread his knees while leaning heavily on the armrest. “Come here.”
Lee dropped his hands to the ground and began crawling on all fours, making a show he knew would titillate Kazuya. He focused on the hard, unforgiving marble floor, moving with the grace of a panther until he found himself at Kazuya’s feet. His eyes roved over the fine PVC shoes that matched the shiny suit, drawing his gaze up along the curve of his brother’s leg. He lingered over the straining bulge before meeting Kazuya’s steely gaze. His face was almost unreadable. That one terrible eye burned red with hate, and the other was dark and smouldered with promise. His mouth quirked up in that way that told Lee he liked what he saw and a slight inclination of his head was an invitation to come closer.
Lee rose as sleekly and seductively as he could, rubbing between Kazuya’s legs and grazing his lips over his body as he ascended. He kissed and licked over his groin and up his chest before nipping along his neck, stopping short of Kazuya’s mouth. There was a pause, a breath, and then Kazuya wrenched him forward, driving their mouths together with biting caresses.
They continued until Lee tasted blood and Kazuya shoved him back against the desk. It was on. Any pretense of seduction or taking things gently was crushed in between their hard bodies as Lee wrapped his legs around his brother’s waist and ground wildly against his clothed hardness. He thrashed and panted, but he could only feel his member restrained and soft in the leather bonds.
He whined in frustration and Kazuya pushed him back, holding him down on the table with one hand as he ripped his trousers away with the other. His rough fingers loosened the buttons on Lee’s shirt and tore it from his trembling shoulders. When he was done, Lee was naked and panting, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at Kazuya expectantly. His groin was thick and throbbed in its cage, the metal rivets gleaming in the shadows and the leather strips criss-crossed over his pale flesh.
Lee mewled in spite of himself as he felt the weight of Kazuya’s hard stare bearing down on his naked body. Kazuya took the cage in hand and squeezed it experimentally; every moment was torture for Lee as he waited for what was to come. His heart beat loudly in his chest and he angled his hips, doing everything he could to make it easier for Kazuya to access the lock.
But Kazuya didn’t share Lee’s sense of urgency. Instead he took hold of Lee’s hips and roughly flipped him onto his hands and knees. Lee grunted as he landed, but before he could complain, Kazuya’s hands were on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. “Wh-what are you doing?” Lee whined, but Kazuya didn’t answer. Lee could only feel his brother’s fingers circling his ass before moving to his tight swirl of muscle at the centre. They prodded and poked, and he clenched around the finger as it pushed inside him. Lee bit his lip and tried to relax against the dry, rough penetration, when a low, throaty moan melted his apprehension and Kazuya’s finger was replaced with a wet, pliant tongue.
The following moments were a mess of licking and probing fingers spreading saliva around his ass, stimulating him in ways he’d never felt before. All he could do was bear down on the sensation and try to grab at his penis, but the leather restraint made jerking off impossible. He moaned in frustration as he felt his flesh strain against the chastity belt, locking him in with delicious restriction.
“Kazuya,” he found himself panting. “Kazuya, please…” He looked over his shoulder and caught his brother’s gaze. He didn’t care how desperate or dishevelled he looked. At that moment, he’d do anything. Anything.
Then Kazuya touched his prostate and Lee moaned, gasped, and cried out all at once.
It lasted just a moment and then Kazuya pulled back entirely and Lee felt he’d lose his mind. He begged and pleaded. He could feel Kazuya’s grin against his bottom as that sinful tongue began to stroke him once more.
In and out, in and out. Lee felt as if he’d explode. There was nothing but heat and warmth behind him and it had been too long.
Too long.
He was at Kazuya’s mercy.
And then he was coming.
The feeling trickled through him like a weak memory of what an orgasm should be. He looked down and saw come leaking from his cage and smearing across his desk. He shifted his position and felt the leather creak in impotence. “Kaz…” he panted, pressing his forehead against the desk. “More… please… it’s not enough…” Kazuya laughed darkly behind him and Lee turned sharply to glare at him. “You’ve had your fun.”
“I have,” Kazuya considered him for a moment. “But I can keep you like this for a long time. As long as I milk you, this could last for years--”
“No!” Lee hissed. He’d put up with Kazuya’s games. Enjoyed the restraint and orgasm denial, but he would not let Kazuya have such control over him. He swivelled around and glared at the other man.
“What will you do to change my mind, Chaolan?” Kazuya asked as he leaned back, clearly unthreatened and comfortable in the chair they’d both coveted since childhood.
Lee blinked, as if he was seeing his brother for the first time, and he knew exactly what Kazuya was after. He was close to getting it, too, and if Lee allowed him to take control, he’d have won the Zaibatsu without throwing a punch. He saw all this in the power that throbbed in Kazuya’s aura and the hungry way he enjoyed Lee’s predicament. But he also saw the bulge that pressed at the front of Kazuya’s trousers.
A sly grin tugged at his mouth and he turned up the seduction as he crawled off the desk and knelt at Kazuya’s feet. With practiced moves he crawled forward and pressed his mouth hot against his brother’s clothed dick. “I’ll do anything, Kazuya,” he said with a breathy moan and he licked hard against the black, pliant clothing, leaving a trail of saliva over the reflective material and he elicited a growl of desire from within Kazuya. He unfastened his trousers and withdrew Kazuya’s hard member, delighting in the heady smell of sweat and arousal before pressing the whole length down his throat.
It was tight, but he was not innocent, and the sudden act had caught Kazuya off guard.
Perfect.
As Lee continued to suck and lick and deep-throat Kazuya’s erection, his fingers went unnoticed as they loosened Kazuya’s trousers, tugging them loose and down his legs. He massaged his thighs, parting them and digging into Kazuya’s tender undersides, all while searching the pockets for his salvation. He continued to suck Kazuya down as he located the key and blindly inserted it into his cursed lock. He heard the click of release and groaned in victory, a sound matched by Kazuya’s lustful moans, and eagerly slipped the cage off his neglected member. He touched his flesh with rough fingers, feeling it spring to life at the stimulation and he was ready for some payback. He withdrew his mouth, letting Kazuya’s angry, red erection smack excitedly against his abdomen before Lee changed the pace and shoved his brother back hard.
The act caught Kazuya by surprise and he crashed into the chair seconds before Lee was upon him, hefting his legs up and bending him in half, with his knees against his chest and his ass jutting out like a ripe prize.
Kazuya lashed out, swinging wildly at Lee who was occupied holding his legs in place. Lee ducked and dodged before catching one of the fists mid-air and holding it tight. “Let. Me. Go,” Kazuya growled.
Lee narrowed his eyes. “First, we need to talk about the Zaibatsu.”
That caught Kazuya’s attention and he skilled his movements. “What about it?” he said in a low and even voice.
“It’s mine.”
Kazuya growled and renewed his struggles. “Fuck you.”
“No,” Lee interrupted. “It could be ours! Now that Heihachi is dead, do we need to fight each other for it?” He pulled Kazuya’s fist back, drawing his brother against him.
“What are you suggesting?” Kazuya huffed against Lee’s jaw, his eyes roving over Lee’s face.
The silver devil licked his lips and peered down conspiringly at Kazuya. “Partners in the Zaibatsu. Fifty-fifty.”
Kazuya grumbled in thought. “What’s the catch? It’s yours now, why share it with me?”
That brought a genuine smile to Lee’s face and he leaned forward to brush his nose against Kazuya’s. “Everyone knows about our rivalry and they’d never expect us to work together. We should let them continue to believe that lie. Outwardly, we’d still hate each other, and that would work to our advantage…”
There was a flash of understanding in Kazuya’s red eye and he grinned. “We’d know who our enemies are… and work better to destroy them.”
Lee matched his grin and chuckled lightly. “I had you at ‘destroy’, didn’t I?”
Kazuya arched up and took Lee’s mouth in his. Their tongues pressed together hard and fast, having lost some of the hate that flavoured their encounter till then, but it was replaced with a need that both men were eager to fill. Desire and lust tempered with a desire to fuck hard and come fast.
Lee moved between Kazuya’s legs, sliding the PVC trousers off and fondling his asshole. “I hope you can last after so much denial,” Kazuya purred as Lee pulled back to spit on his ass. He frowned and reached for his trousers, pulling out a small, purple bottle and tossed it to Lee. “Keep this classy, Lee. We’re not in a truckstop bathroom.”
Ignoring the comment, Lee squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers. It sparkled in the low light and brought a delightful warmth to his skin as he massaged Kazuya’s willing entrance. Kazuya rolled his hips at the contact, encouraging Lee to hurry the fuck up.
Lee’s eyes rolled up in his head as he smeared some of the liquid on his length, feeling his erection full and hard for the first time in ages. He knew he wouldn’t last long, and he hoped Kazuya wouldn’t be far behind. With a controlling breath he steeled himself and leaned forward, pushing himself inside Kazuya. He didn’t stop until he was in. Fully in. Up to the hilt inside Kazuya and feeling every muscle twitch and every bit of heat that radiated all around the centre of his attention.
It was almost too much. He moved inside him. Kazuya moved against him. They rocked together, panting and thrusting, grunting and pushing in a familiar rhythm that drove them closer to release.
Lee arched back, feeling his hair hot and sticking to his face, while Kazuya was dark and moist and bucking beneath him. “Ka-zuya…” he moaned. So close. He felt Kazuya tighten around him, squeezing, ordering him to come. His cock ached and begged for more and he couldn’t stop it as it started. He didn’t want to.
He tensed as his orgasm crashed into him, slamming through his core with wave after wave after wave after wave. His body kept moving, even as his mind was lost in that endless stream of bliss and heaven, until he was spent and finally choked and crashed.
He’d barely spent his load before Kazuya moved, kicking him back against the desk and lifting his bottom onto the cool, marble surface. Kazuya sprang forward and thrust deep inside him, the sudden invasion making him moan again in sated delight and he rode the aftershocks of his own orgasm while Kazuya found his pace.
It was hard and brutal, and at that moment, Lee wanted it. Needed it. He clamped down hard against his brother and met his thrusts, determined to make him come with every jerking movement of his body.
It didn’t take long. Kazuya’s pace increased and his thrusting became shallow before slowing entirely and he grinding deep inside Lee’s body. With a growl he came, Lee’s name the only audible word in the animalistic sound.
For a long moment they didn’t move, each panting as they fought to catch their breath and return to calculating, rational thought. Finally, Kazuya withdrew and sat back in the chair, boneless, spent, and lazily glaring at Lee. “So…” The word cut through the air with a level of distrust that Lee hadn’t been expecting.
Lee slid off the desk and walked to the window, trying to play it cool, but feeling excited that Kazuya was interested in his idea. “I was serious about the proposal,” he said, turning back to Kazuya. “I even drew up a contract. It’s in the drawer…” he gestured to the top drawer and watched the other man withdraw the sheet of paper and begin to read it in the low light. The moments dragged on and Lee tried to feign indifference as he focused on some far-off point out the window.
“Maybe you’re not such an idiot after all,” Kazuya mused as he took a pen and scratched his name across the dotted line. “Our enemies won’t know what hit them, and that son of mine…” He trailed off and looked over to the combot across the room, decked out in dildoes of varying sizes and calibres.
Lee turned around and leaned over his brother’s shoulder as he admired his work. “I improved the design from the tournament, you know. With a few more modifications, we could have a sizeable army of Combot-Ds!”
Kazuya grinned and made a low sound of approval in his throat. “Excellent.”
Chapter: 3
Author: Merci
Source: Tekken
Disclaimer: I am making no profit from this fanfiction. I do not own Tekken, Kazuya, or Lee.
Notes: Please see chapter 1 for all warnings and notes. Warning, this story is explicit!!
Chapter 3
Kazuya was nowhere to be found after the fifth Iron Fist tournament. Lee had searched for him, called his phone, and inquired with security, but it was as if his brother had vanished. In seething desperation he’d returned to Kazuya’s note and read it over.
I will visit you after the tournament.
“Shit!” he cursed and re-crumpled the card. ‘After the tournament’ could be any time!
After having a minor fit, Lee steeled his resolve to beat Kazuya at this sick game. Over the following weeks he kept busy running the Zaibatsu, training, modifying his dildo combot model, and going about his day all while wearing the leather cage around his cock. It wasn’t too distracting, except that he was reminded of Kazuya every time he felt himself stir in excitement. It was comfortable and definitely stimulating, but its size prevented him from achieving a full erection, and while the leather strips were loosely woven together to allow for him to urinate and wash himself, it prevented any masturbation that would help him achieve orgasm.
He tried picking the lock once, but he’d failed and wasn’t desperate enough to call in a locksmith. He later received a note from Kazuya that set his blood boiling.
Chaolan,
Each time you tamper with the lock will prolong my arrival and your relief from your predicament. I’d also advise you against stimulating yourself anally.
Good things come to those who wait.
I promise.
K.
Lee hadn’t even thought to stimulate his ass! He caved and tried calling Kazuya, only to get an automated recording telling him the line was no longer active.
After a brief scream, Lee resolved to spend his spare, frustrated moments tinkering with his latest combot model, tweaking some lines of code and modifying the positions of some of the dildos. While working with the silicone cocks added to his frustrations, he pushed those thoughts aside and bided his time until Kazuya decided to show up.
Lee was absently tinkering with Combot-D well after the rest of the Zaibatsu had retired for the evening. It was a moonless night and he knelt before his creation, working under an industrial lamp that chased the darkness away from the dildo-bedazzled robot. He sat back on his heels to wipe at his brow and inspect his work, groaning softly as he felt the leather cage shift over his cock. “Damnit, Kazuya…” he huffed. “’Good things come’ my ass,” he said, huffing angrily before he noticed something… familiar.
The air felt different, thick and heavy. There came a leathery creak of his executive chair and his attention shot to his desk, bathed in moonless darkness, though he could just make out a shadowy form that occupied his seat of power.
“Congratulations on winning the tournament, Chaolan…” Kazuya’s rich voice washed over Lee and he couldn’t repress a shudder.
The lights overhead made it difficult to see and Lee began to rise to his feet. “Thank you, though, I suppose I should have read the rules more carefully, I-”
“Not so fast,” Kazuya barked, halting Lee’s ascent and keeping him on his knees.
Lee gritted his teeth, but obeyed and waited. While he was eager to remove his cage, he disliked the way his brother was lording his temporary power over him. He watched Kazuya approach, noticing the light reflecting off his black suit and realized with a flutter of excitement that the suit was made of PVC.
Kazuya firmly took his jaw and dragged him up and against his body. Lee tried to maintain his composure, but failed, letting some acidity into his voice. “I’ve been waiting… you didn’t say you’d take your sweet time.”
“I’ve been… watching.” Kazuya inhaled deeply as his eyes raked over Lee’s body. “I know you’ve been ready for a while.”
Lee swallowed thickly and put on his best mask of professionalism while his insides quivered before Kazuya slammed him back against the wall and took his mouth in a dominating kiss. Lee pushed back, digging his fingers into Kazuya’s suit. He could feel Kazuya’s hands on his body, raking over his chest, abdomen, and thighs before squeezing his straining member, locked into a flaccid state by exquisite leather bonds.
“You’ve been very good,” Kazuya purred against Lee’s neck. “You only tried to remove the lock once.”
“Well,” Lee panted, licking his lips and holding Kazuya’s face steady. “You said ‘good things come to those who wait’, and I’m curious to see what you think is a ‘good thing.’”
Kazuya produced a key from his pocket and held it up, its fine silver detail matched the lock perfectly and Lee knew it was what he’d been waiting for. “You may find our definitions overlap in places, and if you behave…”
Lee nodded shallowly, his insides aching for the release and relief the key would bring. He felt the heat of Kazuya’s smile and he resolved to play by his brother’s rules… for a little while.
“Good,” Kazuya smirked and stepped back, shoving Lee against the wall and dropping him to his knees. “Show me how well you follow commands, and we’ll see how this goes.” He turned on his heel and walked back to the desk. He made himself comfortable in the chair and spread his knees while leaning heavily on the armrest. “Come here.”
Lee dropped his hands to the ground and began crawling on all fours, making a show he knew would titillate Kazuya. He focused on the hard, unforgiving marble floor, moving with the grace of a panther until he found himself at Kazuya’s feet. His eyes roved over the fine PVC shoes that matched the shiny suit, drawing his gaze up along the curve of his brother’s leg. He lingered over the straining bulge before meeting Kazuya’s steely gaze. His face was almost unreadable. That one terrible eye burned red with hate, and the other was dark and smouldered with promise. His mouth quirked up in that way that told Lee he liked what he saw and a slight inclination of his head was an invitation to come closer.
Lee rose as sleekly and seductively as he could, rubbing between Kazuya’s legs and grazing his lips over his body as he ascended. He kissed and licked over his groin and up his chest before nipping along his neck, stopping short of Kazuya’s mouth. There was a pause, a breath, and then Kazuya wrenched him forward, driving their mouths together with biting caresses.
They continued until Lee tasted blood and Kazuya shoved him back against the desk. It was on. Any pretense of seduction or taking things gently was crushed in between their hard bodies as Lee wrapped his legs around his brother’s waist and ground wildly against his clothed hardness. He thrashed and panted, but he could only feel his member restrained and soft in the leather bonds.
He whined in frustration and Kazuya pushed him back, holding him down on the table with one hand as he ripped his trousers away with the other. His rough fingers loosened the buttons on Lee’s shirt and tore it from his trembling shoulders. When he was done, Lee was naked and panting, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at Kazuya expectantly. His groin was thick and throbbed in its cage, the metal rivets gleaming in the shadows and the leather strips criss-crossed over his pale flesh.
Lee mewled in spite of himself as he felt the weight of Kazuya’s hard stare bearing down on his naked body. Kazuya took the cage in hand and squeezed it experimentally; every moment was torture for Lee as he waited for what was to come. His heart beat loudly in his chest and he angled his hips, doing everything he could to make it easier for Kazuya to access the lock.
But Kazuya didn’t share Lee’s sense of urgency. Instead he took hold of Lee’s hips and roughly flipped him onto his hands and knees. Lee grunted as he landed, but before he could complain, Kazuya’s hands were on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. “Wh-what are you doing?” Lee whined, but Kazuya didn’t answer. Lee could only feel his brother’s fingers circling his ass before moving to his tight swirl of muscle at the centre. They prodded and poked, and he clenched around the finger as it pushed inside him. Lee bit his lip and tried to relax against the dry, rough penetration, when a low, throaty moan melted his apprehension and Kazuya’s finger was replaced with a wet, pliant tongue.
The following moments were a mess of licking and probing fingers spreading saliva around his ass, stimulating him in ways he’d never felt before. All he could do was bear down on the sensation and try to grab at his penis, but the leather restraint made jerking off impossible. He moaned in frustration as he felt his flesh strain against the chastity belt, locking him in with delicious restriction.
“Kazuya,” he found himself panting. “Kazuya, please…” He looked over his shoulder and caught his brother’s gaze. He didn’t care how desperate or dishevelled he looked. At that moment, he’d do anything. Anything.
Then Kazuya touched his prostate and Lee moaned, gasped, and cried out all at once.
It lasted just a moment and then Kazuya pulled back entirely and Lee felt he’d lose his mind. He begged and pleaded. He could feel Kazuya’s grin against his bottom as that sinful tongue began to stroke him once more.
In and out, in and out. Lee felt as if he’d explode. There was nothing but heat and warmth behind him and it had been too long.
Too long.
He was at Kazuya’s mercy.
And then he was coming.
The feeling trickled through him like a weak memory of what an orgasm should be. He looked down and saw come leaking from his cage and smearing across his desk. He shifted his position and felt the leather creak in impotence. “Kaz…” he panted, pressing his forehead against the desk. “More… please… it’s not enough…” Kazuya laughed darkly behind him and Lee turned sharply to glare at him. “You’ve had your fun.”
“I have,” Kazuya considered him for a moment. “But I can keep you like this for a long time. As long as I milk you, this could last for years--”
“No!” Lee hissed. He’d put up with Kazuya’s games. Enjoyed the restraint and orgasm denial, but he would not let Kazuya have such control over him. He swivelled around and glared at the other man.
“What will you do to change my mind, Chaolan?” Kazuya asked as he leaned back, clearly unthreatened and comfortable in the chair they’d both coveted since childhood.
Lee blinked, as if he was seeing his brother for the first time, and he knew exactly what Kazuya was after. He was close to getting it, too, and if Lee allowed him to take control, he’d have won the Zaibatsu without throwing a punch. He saw all this in the power that throbbed in Kazuya’s aura and the hungry way he enjoyed Lee’s predicament. But he also saw the bulge that pressed at the front of Kazuya’s trousers.
A sly grin tugged at his mouth and he turned up the seduction as he crawled off the desk and knelt at Kazuya’s feet. With practiced moves he crawled forward and pressed his mouth hot against his brother’s clothed dick. “I’ll do anything, Kazuya,” he said with a breathy moan and he licked hard against the black, pliant clothing, leaving a trail of saliva over the reflective material and he elicited a growl of desire from within Kazuya. He unfastened his trousers and withdrew Kazuya’s hard member, delighting in the heady smell of sweat and arousal before pressing the whole length down his throat.
It was tight, but he was not innocent, and the sudden act had caught Kazuya off guard.
Perfect.
As Lee continued to suck and lick and deep-throat Kazuya’s erection, his fingers went unnoticed as they loosened Kazuya’s trousers, tugging them loose and down his legs. He massaged his thighs, parting them and digging into Kazuya’s tender undersides, all while searching the pockets for his salvation. He continued to suck Kazuya down as he located the key and blindly inserted it into his cursed lock. He heard the click of release and groaned in victory, a sound matched by Kazuya’s lustful moans, and eagerly slipped the cage off his neglected member. He touched his flesh with rough fingers, feeling it spring to life at the stimulation and he was ready for some payback. He withdrew his mouth, letting Kazuya’s angry, red erection smack excitedly against his abdomen before Lee changed the pace and shoved his brother back hard.
The act caught Kazuya by surprise and he crashed into the chair seconds before Lee was upon him, hefting his legs up and bending him in half, with his knees against his chest and his ass jutting out like a ripe prize.
Kazuya lashed out, swinging wildly at Lee who was occupied holding his legs in place. Lee ducked and dodged before catching one of the fists mid-air and holding it tight. “Let. Me. Go,” Kazuya growled.
Lee narrowed his eyes. “First, we need to talk about the Zaibatsu.”
That caught Kazuya’s attention and he skilled his movements. “What about it?” he said in a low and even voice.
“It’s mine.”
Kazuya growled and renewed his struggles. “Fuck you.”
“No,” Lee interrupted. “It could be ours! Now that Heihachi is dead, do we need to fight each other for it?” He pulled Kazuya’s fist back, drawing his brother against him.
“What are you suggesting?” Kazuya huffed against Lee’s jaw, his eyes roving over Lee’s face.
The silver devil licked his lips and peered down conspiringly at Kazuya. “Partners in the Zaibatsu. Fifty-fifty.”
Kazuya grumbled in thought. “What’s the catch? It’s yours now, why share it with me?”
That brought a genuine smile to Lee’s face and he leaned forward to brush his nose against Kazuya’s. “Everyone knows about our rivalry and they’d never expect us to work together. We should let them continue to believe that lie. Outwardly, we’d still hate each other, and that would work to our advantage…”
There was a flash of understanding in Kazuya’s red eye and he grinned. “We’d know who our enemies are… and work better to destroy them.”
Lee matched his grin and chuckled lightly. “I had you at ‘destroy’, didn’t I?”
Kazuya arched up and took Lee’s mouth in his. Their tongues pressed together hard and fast, having lost some of the hate that flavoured their encounter till then, but it was replaced with a need that both men were eager to fill. Desire and lust tempered with a desire to fuck hard and come fast.
Lee moved between Kazuya’s legs, sliding the PVC trousers off and fondling his asshole. “I hope you can last after so much denial,” Kazuya purred as Lee pulled back to spit on his ass. He frowned and reached for his trousers, pulling out a small, purple bottle and tossed it to Lee. “Keep this classy, Lee. We’re not in a truckstop bathroom.”
Ignoring the comment, Lee squeezed some of the lubricant onto his fingers. It sparkled in the low light and brought a delightful warmth to his skin as he massaged Kazuya’s willing entrance. Kazuya rolled his hips at the contact, encouraging Lee to hurry the fuck up.
Lee’s eyes rolled up in his head as he smeared some of the liquid on his length, feeling his erection full and hard for the first time in ages. He knew he wouldn’t last long, and he hoped Kazuya wouldn’t be far behind. With a controlling breath he steeled himself and leaned forward, pushing himself inside Kazuya. He didn’t stop until he was in. Fully in. Up to the hilt inside Kazuya and feeling every muscle twitch and every bit of heat that radiated all around the centre of his attention.
It was almost too much. He moved inside him. Kazuya moved against him. They rocked together, panting and thrusting, grunting and pushing in a familiar rhythm that drove them closer to release.
Lee arched back, feeling his hair hot and sticking to his face, while Kazuya was dark and moist and bucking beneath him. “Ka-zuya…” he moaned. So close. He felt Kazuya tighten around him, squeezing, ordering him to come. His cock ached and begged for more and he couldn’t stop it as it started. He didn’t want to.
He tensed as his orgasm crashed into him, slamming through his core with wave after wave after wave after wave. His body kept moving, even as his mind was lost in that endless stream of bliss and heaven, until he was spent and finally choked and crashed.
He’d barely spent his load before Kazuya moved, kicking him back against the desk and lifting his bottom onto the cool, marble surface. Kazuya sprang forward and thrust deep inside him, the sudden invasion making him moan again in sated delight and he rode the aftershocks of his own orgasm while Kazuya found his pace.
It was hard and brutal, and at that moment, Lee wanted it. Needed it. He clamped down hard against his brother and met his thrusts, determined to make him come with every jerking movement of his body.
It didn’t take long. Kazuya’s pace increased and his thrusting became shallow before slowing entirely and he grinding deep inside Lee’s body. With a growl he came, Lee’s name the only audible word in the animalistic sound.
For a long moment they didn’t move, each panting as they fought to catch their breath and return to calculating, rational thought. Finally, Kazuya withdrew and sat back in the chair, boneless, spent, and lazily glaring at Lee. “So…” The word cut through the air with a level of distrust that Lee hadn’t been expecting.
Lee slid off the desk and walked to the window, trying to play it cool, but feeling excited that Kazuya was interested in his idea. “I was serious about the proposal,” he said, turning back to Kazuya. “I even drew up a contract. It’s in the drawer…” he gestured to the top drawer and watched the other man withdraw the sheet of paper and begin to read it in the low light. The moments dragged on and Lee tried to feign indifference as he focused on some far-off point out the window.
“Maybe you’re not such an idiot after all,” Kazuya mused as he took a pen and scratched his name across the dotted line. “Our enemies won’t know what hit them, and that son of mine…” He trailed off and looked over to the combot across the room, decked out in dildoes of varying sizes and calibres.
Lee turned around and leaned over his brother’s shoulder as he admired his work. “I improved the design from the tournament, you know. With a few more modifications, we could have a sizeable army of Combot-Ds!”
Kazuya grinned and made a low sound of approval in his throat. “Excellent.”