FIC: Ultimate Hate 15/??
Title: Ultimate Hate: Consequences V
Fandom: Tekken
Pairing : Kazuya/Lee
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of its characters. I am not making any profit from this.
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest, violence, language, angst.
Previous chapters: http://thegreymoon.livejournal.com/22845.html
Part 15
A brand new mattress that still wasn't removed from its nylon packing lay on a lavish, randomly positioned frame. The late sunlight flooded in from the large, oval window and Kazuya fell back upon the bed, stretching out his long legs. He basked in the knowledge that soon, this room would no longer be empty. Soon, he would no longer be alone and that was a satisfying thought.
The sounds of construction were resuming all around him. They disrupted his silence, but the clatter was welcome and his mouth turned up in a grin, because it was only a matter of days now, before his most intimate dream finally took shape. The sun fell on his face and he squinted against it, yet he deliberately chose not to move away, because it reminded him of Lee and that was good.
Lee loved the sun. During the long summers of their youth, he would spend hours upon hours doing nothing except lying outside in the heat, which had annoyed the hell out of Kazuya, who'd never been able to contemplate the notion of being still in one place for very long. For him, those times remained lost behind a haze of madness and rage, which had found its outlet in violence. He'd lost count of the nameless bastards who'd had the misfortune to make a close acquaintance with his fist on Lee's account, because he was far from being the only one to notice that over those hot, indecent months, his brother's perfect skin took on golden hues that drove one to distraction.
Lee had never lacked admirers, but even though his stalkers belonged to both sexes, Kazuya had always been more threatened by the men than by the women, in spite of the fact that the ladies were far more frequent and numerous. Lee had never appeared publically with a man, because their father would have unleashed sheer hell for it, so whenever he'd embarked upon one of his more decadent adventures, he would have taken extraordinary care to cover his tracks.
But Kazuya had always known that there was a dark side to his brother's appetites.
With easy access to all the same circles, Kazuya would follow him underground as often as he could and when he got his hands on his secret lovers, he would vent, because once Lee's cravings became violent, vicious and intense, he'd always choose men to satisfy his baser needs.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?" Lee would yell in frustration afterwards, while Kazuya massaged his bruised and bloodied knuckles. "Quit screwing with my sex life, already! How the hell am I supposed to have any fun, when you keep terrorising all the viable candidates? At this rate, I will end up being alone and unsatisfied until I become all shrivelled up and old! And then nobody will want me, anyway!"
As if there ever was a fat chance of that happening.
Kazuya scowled and ground his teeth when he remembered. His own effort to bash in his brother's sweet, delicate face and hasten that blessed moment when he would be unattractive to everyone had not ended very successfully, because there was no way that one could do serious damage to Lee, without taking serious damage in return.
He had always been certain that some major cosmic rules were broken on the day when something that pretty had managed to become so fucking lethal. An eternity of keeping him under a lock and key was not enough to make up for everything that Kazuya had suffered because of him and these latest, mortifying pictures were the ultimate proof of just how right he was! Because of Lee, he had never known peace- not even when he'd finally been able to take him into the fierce, possessive embrace of a lover. If anything, having him had only stoked the fires of his jealousy higher and made him writhe in misery at the thought of anyone else touching what should always have been only his.
Lee was fond of his freedom and Kazuya knew that he was going to put up a fight as soon as he tried to lay down the new, non-negotiable rules for him. It was not in Lee's nature to submit to anyone, especially not to him, because they were raised in rivalry and no amount of punishment that he had dealt out for defiance had ever been enough to convince the insufferable little tease that he was the one in charge. Kazuya wanted a new beginning for them, a better one, but if Lee chose to be stubborn with him this time around too, then he did not mind using force to cure him of his... misconceptions. Clearly, leaving Lee to his own devices was not an option and there simply was no other way to deal with such a hopeless, incorrigible flirt, except to remove him physically from all temptation. The very thought of having him there, in his stronghold, where he could watch over him and keep him under control, made him feel better and he did not doubt that Lee would break in time.
Kazuya already knew what path his brother's resistance would take, because he had dealt with it before. He had taken all precautions in the anticipation of the inevitable violence, trickery and rage, but he was afraid of Lee's despair, which was sure to come afterwards, as the ultimate weapon once everything else failed. Seeing him unhappy, especially if he was the cause, had always been Kazuya's great weakness, but Lee had only himself to blame for that. Kazuya had to be harsh and unrelenting to keep him by his side, because Lee had already walked out on him once and he couldn't trust him not to do it again.
Besides, he was sure that once Lee realised that he had no way out, he would have no choice but to surrender. He refused to feel guilty about what he was about to do, because none of this was his fault, anyway. He had never wanted a sibling imposed upon him and he knew that the only reason why Heihachi had brought him home in the first place, had been to show his biological son just how expandable and insignificant he was. Lee was an intruder, an enemy, and they were supposed to treat each other like that, but things were never that simple. All this pain was his punishment for letting that little traitor get so deep under his skin, instead of keeping the boundaries between them clear. This was the price he had to pay for wanting him, when he should have simply destroyed him long ago.
Kazuya's earliest memories were those of loss and abuse. After his grandfather's death and the castigation that Heihachi had dealt out because he'd openly grieved, he'd learned to stay away from people. His experience with the world of adults had consisted of his violent, abusive father, whom he'd hated and feared throughout his childhood, and those who'd witnessed what he'd do to him and pretend not to see, because they were also afraid. Cowards. They were all cowards and Kazuya had despised them, determined to wait out and endure his years of weakness, because he'd known that it couldn't last forever. He'd known that he too would become strong in time and take his revenge on everyone who had wronged him while he had been too young to defend himself. The Devil within him had promised him his vengeance.
Before Lee had come along, all his days had resembled one another, with only his father for company; an endless parade of silence, anger and despair. He'd developed no social skills whatsoever, because he'd been raised so outcast and alone, and even if he'd felt the desire for the friendship of other children, Heihachi would have made sure that he found little opportunity for it. The only meaningful contacts he'd had with boys his age had been to beat them up whenever they crossed into his territory. He'd held them in contempt and they had made it easy, because they were weak, stupid and easy to scare.
But Lee was none of those things and it had never been easy to dismiss him, even though it should have been. Kazuya would never forget the shock of the day when he had first struck out against him with every intention of rearranging his pretty face into a less pleasing shape, only to have that pale, fragile-looking being strike back and strike hard.
Violence was a fact of life in Heihachi's household, but Lee was no stranger to violence and though he was friendly by nature, he was also notoriously easy to provoke. He did not tolerate being bullied and to Kazuya's infinite surprise, he had not gone crying to Heihachi when confronted. Lee fought his own battles and he fought them well, refusing to be intimidated.
The annoying upstart had quickly usurped every inch of his personal space and blown the peace of mind into oblivion. In spite of his obvious hostility, Lee would still trail after him, demanding his attention as if it was something that he was entitled to, to the point where Kazuya had been the one who was forced into retreat, in an attempt to escape him. He'd tried ignoring him, but that had not deterred the little nuisance at all. Even though he had refused to even so much as acknowledge his presence for weeks, Lee had still followed him around with an unceasing stream of chatter in his native tongue, until Kazuya was forced to talk to him, if for no other reason than to have him learn Japanese, because he'd figured that being pestered in a language that he could understand was better than having to put up with it in one that he didn't speak.
By that first spring they had spent together as brothers, Lee had wormed his way into his life so completely, that every part of his daily activities had been permeated by him. Slowly, Kazuya had gotten so used to his presence that he'd begun to enjoy it, instead of merely tolerating it, and day by day, he'd taken Lee to all of his secret places, showing him his hidden treasures that the adults around him did not understand.
There were the rare volumes of manga that he'd kept hidden under a loosened plank in his bedroom floor, which the pest had coerced him into reading for him, because he'd never gone to school before he'd come to Heihachi's house and therefore hadn't learnt to read for himself. Kazuya had shown him his first collection of sneakers and the brat had laughed at it, but he'd still bothered to save up his pocket money and buy him a pair of Nikes for his birthday, which had been the only gift that Kazuya had gotten that year. Then there were the paths through the hidden labyrinths of caves lurking behind the Mishima estate, where they would play hide and seek for hours on end, and the dark grottos where he'd kept his expansive collections of garbled stones and animal skulls.
He remembered the cool, hidden pool of clear water where he'd taught Lee to swim on one hot, wonderful day, even though his initial plan for taking him there had been to drown him. He still didn't know why he'd changed his mind, but he smiled when he remembered Lee's angry face and the dark, narrow eyes flashing under his slender, lowered brows.
"Kazuya, you jerk!" he'd sputtered at him, kneeling there, all wet and shivering, but strangely unafraid, as if the thought that Kazuya would actually do him harm had never even occurred to him, in spite of all the evidence he'd given him of the contrary. "I couldn't breathe under there!"
And that had been the final blow to Kazuya's resistance. This brother that he had never wanted had witnessed his true nature, and though he'd been threatened by it directly, he had not been afraid.
Too late, Kazuya had discovered that Lee's unfaltering devotion was an addictive, intoxicating thing. There would be no going back to the way things were before, because Lee was the companion that fate had intended for him and even though the little traitor had eventually renounced their bond and turned his back on everything they had built, Kazuya still believed in that. This terrible longing that he was infused with was like a disease and he felt that he would die if he couldn't have him.
The Devil within him growled and reared its ugly head, but Kazuya pushed it down. It would not do to lose control again and spoil all the hard work that had brought him this far, when he was so close to achieving his goals. It was only a matter of days now, before he had Lee back by his side and this time, he would never let him go. Once they were reunited, he would have all the time in the world to be angry at the brother who had walked out on him, after he had promised that he would never leave. An eternity to reclaim the body of the lover who had betrayed him with other people and put a distance of twenty years between them.
There was so much to make up for. Lee should always have been his and his alone, because regardless of the ambiguous family ties, Kazuya did not doubt for a second that Lee belonged with him, by his side and in his bed.
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