A Fight Amongst Men

by cold_bones

Summary:

Liu Kang helps Johnny release his stress with unconventional methods - causing Kenshi to become jealous and plan how to turn this into his favour

Ch1: Liu Kang/Johnny
Ch2: Kenshi/Johnny
Ch3: Kung Lao/Johnny
Ch4: scene/plot building
Ch5:

First chapter available in Chinese too!
也有中文版本 <3

Notes:

• For raaawrbin.
• Translation into 中文-普通话 國語 available: [Restricted Work] by Koshindo (Log in to access.)

Chapter 1: Perfect Thing

Notes:

A gift to my wonderful mutual who is one of my main sources of inspiration for fics recently (including this one lmao), I hope this makes you feel better, and remember you're amazing!!! 🫶

They're @riceandhotdogs on twitter ❤️
I'm @cold_b0nes on twitter as well in case anyone wanted to find me anywhere other than here!

Johnny Cage was pacing around his room at Wu Shi Academy, muttering under his breath as his fingers rubbed over his chin. Certain frustrations were reeling through his mind, playing on repeat. His head was so noisy and it was overwhelming him, he was stressed out beyond belief.

He couldn't help but feel trapped here. He had freedom, but at the same time he felt restricted. Training was harsh, as was the emotional impact it had on him. The stress, the pressure to do well, the expectations.

It was all bubbling up inside him, and that combined with the hassle of his divorce from Cris was taking a huge toll on him.

He missed Cris and their late nights together, their affectionate moments and their more raunchy interactions.

And now they were going through the divorce procedure all because he'd been an idiot for buying a damn historical katana for three million dollars. He was just excited by the story it held and found it an honour to own it and display it in his own home, but his wife – ex-wife – clearly didn't agree with him.

Johnny sat on the edge of his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Fuck, he just wanted to punch something, to vent his irritations and release the adrenaline surging through his body.

He knew he couldn't. He knew it would be frowned upon by the Shaolin monks and he'd likely be punished for it, but damn was it tempting.

A soft knock on his door broke him away from his thoughts. He realised that he'd been subconsciously clenching his jaw and squeezing his hands into fists, and forcefully relaxed his body with a sigh.

He stood up and crossed the small room to yank his door open, ready to give the caller a sharp talking-to for disrupting his very important moment of brooding, only for him to stop in his tracks when he saw none other than the God of Fire, Lord Liu Kang himself.

Liu Kang gave a friendly smile, those glowing white eyes piercing into him. “Good evening, Johnny Cage. May I enter?” He asked politely, gesturing vaguely into the room.

Johnny hesitated, his mind working in overdrive to figure out what this guy wanted with him. Training for today was over and, as far as he knew, he hadn't done anything recently to warrant such an unexpected visit.

“Uh… sure,” he said, stepping aside to let the god into his room, his eyes fixated on his back as he walked in.

Liu Kang's gaze flicked over to him, watching as the door was shut with a click. “You seem troubled.” He took a very small step closer. “What is on your mind? You can tell me. There is no judgement here.”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows. No, screw that - he wasn't the best at communicating but he wasn't the worst either. It's not like he's never had a healthy relationship before, be it friendship or something more.

“Mind telling me what you're doing here?” He asked instead, folding his arms and giving the fire god an appraising look. It was rare for him to act so serious like this; his mood had been all over the place as of late.

Liu Kang cocked his head to the side, almost out of curiosity. “I simply wanted to check up on you,” he said vaguely, and Johnny doesn't miss the way his eyes trail down his figure before snapping back up to meet his gaze once more. “How are you?”

Johnny just sighed and sat down on his bed again, burying his head in his hands and rubbing his tired eyes. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to open up for once. “Just… stressed the fuck out. Nothing new,” he muttered.

Liu Kang didn't move from where he was standing, his expression unreadable as he took in what the actor was saying. “I didn't take you for the brooding type,” he said, a hint of mirth creeping into his tone as the corner of his lip twitched upwards into a smile.

“I'm not,” was Johnny's response, and he all but glared. “A guy has his moments of weakness, y'know? Nothing wrong with that. Not like I'm gonna display my weaknesses to my enemies or anything.”

It was silent for a few moments before a soft clack sounded out and he realised the door had been locked. He looked up to see Liu Kang's hand drop away from the door and the god turning to face him, his steps soft on the wooden floor as he made his way over to him.

He reached out a hand and lightly grasped Johnny's chin, tilting his head back to get a better look at his face. He smiled satisfactorily and let a thumb graze over his sharp jawline.

“You need to relax, something to get your mind off of your divorce and recent struggles.” His voice was soft and understanding, and it took Johnny aback a little because he hadn't actually voiced his worries.

He said nothing, pursing his lips when Liu Kang's thumb and forefinger squished his cheeks almost playfully.

“What say you?” He asked, leaning in until their faces were mere inches away and he had to bend forward slightly to do so, his hair falling over his shoulders. His tone, while not suggestive, clearly held certain implications that sent a shiver up Johnny's spine.

His eyes flicked down to Liu Kang's lips and he briefly considered it. It was, objectively, a bad idea. What if someone heard? What would happen between them afterwards? Would it become awkward?

A quieter voice nagged in the back of his mind. No one will know. It'll make you feel better. It'll help you get over the divorce. Just once won't hurt.

The voice grew louder and louder until he couldn't ignore it anymore. His mind had been swayed completely, because of what? The frustrated part of him that had an itch to scratch that Liu Kang was kindly offering a helping hand with?

He let out a breath of air. “Sure, why not,” he relented, sitting up straighter as though this was a formal setting and he needed to be professional, despite the fact that he usually never was professional.

A warm smile graced Liu Kang's face and he didn't hesitate, letting his fingers unfurl from Johnny's chin to cup his cheek. He closed the small gap between them and pressed their lips together, kissing him slowly and gently, almost lovingly. No one had ever kissed him like that, none of his exes had - with past lovers it had always been passionate and desperate, more about the physical pleasure than the other person involved.

This was about the physical pleasure, too, about the sensuality and the craving to feel good, but unlike his past experiences this was actually respectful. It was slow and steady, easing into the intimacy rather than diving head first into it.

Liu Kang's lips eventually broke away, his thumb rubbing Johnny's cheek affectionately. He sat down on the bed next to him, the mattress creaking under his weight.

Johnny wasn't used to such tenderness but he was quickly growing to like it, the endorphins rushing through him and making him buzzed about what was about to happen.

Liu Kang's hand found its way to the hem of the actor’s shirt, but paused as his fingers touched the expensive material. Mulberry silk. That was no surprise considering the person wearing it.

“May I?” He asked, not doing anything until he had clear verbal consent.

That threw Johnny off as well, who was used to people just using him for his looks, his celebrity status, and his money. People never usually respected his boundaries, groping him or touching him without actually asking first.

“Yeah, go for it.”

The gentle touch was very much something he wasn't used to. He was more experienced with rough and dominating sex, and he preferred it that way, but this? It felt nice. It felt caring.

Liu Kang's fingers were warm as he slid them under Johnny's shirt, tracing his muscular physique under the soft digits. He hummed as he felt the muscles tensing and relaxing under his touch, liking to feel how Johnny's heartbeat sped up the longer this went on.

He shifted closer so they were pressed thigh to thigh and his hand slid down, lower, lower… until it was resting on Johnny's waistband, thumbing at it with consideration.

Johnny was eager and the fire god didn't even have to ask permission before he was nodding vigorously, his throat dry with excitement. “Yes to everything you want to do to me,” he said breathlessly.

One of Liu Kang's eyebrows twitched up but he decided not to question it. If ever the actor wasn't enjoying something, he would say so… probably.

“As you wish.” His fingers dipped below the waistband and rubbed at Johnny's hip, his thumb circling the skin. With his other hand he popped the button and tugged down the zip unhurriedly.

Johnny was eager. The slow pacing was driving him insane and he just wanted to jump right into this guy's pants and have a good old fucking session. Yet he knew that wasn't Liu Kang's style.

In a way it sort of disappointed him that Liu Kang was a gentle lover, the type to guide you through it with an air of compassion, the type to hold your hand while you had sex and whisper praise in your ear. That's just who he was.

Johnny, on the other hand, liked a rough romp that ended in tousled hair, skin sticky with semen and bruises littering their bodies. That's what he wanted. He knew he wasn't going to get that tonight.

Waste not want not.

Liu Kang pulled out the actor’s half-hard dick and felt a warmth spread throughout him. “Beautiful,” he whispered under his breath but Johnny heard, and it only served to make him harder.

Liu Kang's free hand held the side of his face and he kissed him again, their tongues twining as he started to stroke Johnny's quickly hardening cock

“You feel so good, and it's all for me,” he murmured against his mouth, nipping on Johnny's bottom lip as his hand squeezed a little and he rubbed his thumb over the head.

Johnny let out a huff of pleasure, his lips parted and his eyelids fluttering as the sensations hit him like waves against a cliffside.

Liu Kang kissed his neck, letting go of Johnny's dick and grasping onto his arms, manhandling him around. He pushed Johnny down onto his stomach, moving to straddle his bare hips and grabbing the actor's hands, pinning them above his head with one hand. His fingers were tight around Johnny's wrists, enough to leave bruises.

This is when Johnny realised that, perhaps, this wouldn't be as gentle as he'd originally anticipated. Especially when Liu Kang's whole weight pressed down on his back, trapping his cock between his stomach and the firm mattress.

Liu Kang leaned in, breathing hot air onto the back of his neck. “Do you think you can take all of me?” He murmured into his skin, making goosebumps appear along Johnny’s body with a shiver. His lips lightly grazed his neck before gently nipping it with his teeth, making the actor squirm.

“Yes,” Johnny said breathily, shifting his hips in an attempt to grind his ass against Liu Kang's dick. He bit his lip and decided to try and rile up this fire god. “I've taken way bigger before, y'know,” he taunted, that familiar mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Liu Kang raised a brow and pulled back his hips a little, enough to reach a hand between his own pelvis and Johnny's ass. “Yes, I am sure you're quite… practiced in such areas,” he said, massaging Johnny's ass with the palms of his hands.

“Do you have any lube?”

“Uhh… yeah. Top drawer, under the lighter,” Johnny replied.

Liu Kang leaned over him to pull open the top drawer of the nightstand, rummaging through before pulling out a rather battered looking bottle of lube. He suppressed a laugh.

“You use this often? With who?” He asked, sitting up and squirting some of the lube out onto his fingers, rubbing it into his skin. There was no jealousy in his tone because, realistically, Johnny wasn't his; he had no right to be envious. And he knew what he was like anyway.

“I- no one,” Johnny said, his body tingling when he felt the cold touch of Liu Kang's hands spreading him apart. “It's just for late at night to use on myself.” He could feel his cheeks heating up and he wasn't sure why. It was natural, yet he still felt a bout of shame.

With his free hand, Liu Kang tenderly tugged down Johnny's pants and slid them off, placing them neatly onto the floor. “Mm. What do you do then? Do you work yourself open with your fingers? Do you jerk off until you cum? Maybe both? What is it that you do, Johnny?”

As he spoke a finger prodded Johnny's hole and eased itself inside, slowly starting to loosen him up for their bit of fun tonight.

“Well, I sort of work my- mhhhn-” he moaned as Liu Kang quickly found his prostate with skilled deftness and lightly pressed against it.

“Yes?” The fire god murmured into his ear, leaning on the actor's back as he slipped a second finger inside and pumped them in and out.

Johnny's lips parted and he let out a shaky breath. “Uh- mmmn…” he wasn't really focused on speaking right now, considering the pleasure rolling through his body, his nipples feeling sensitive as the sheets brushed against them.

Liu Kang smiled and felt satisfied with the reaction. He was glad he could get this champion to submit so willingly and give in to his desires, letting himself relax under the caress of talented hands and exploring fingers.

A third finger was added and he moved his fingers at a leisurely pace, teasing Johnny and letting him feel the brink of that amazing feeling, but never letting him feel it completely, always leaving his body begging for more.

“Please,” Johnny murmured desperately. “Please, Liu Kang, I'm ready. I'm loose enough. I need you inside me,” he pleaded, and while he couldn't see Liu Kang's face due to their positioning right now, he knew his expression was likely one of complacency.

“What was that? Who are you asking, hm?” Liu Kang whispered into his ear in a low, sultry voice, kissing the part of Johnny's jaw just below his ear and pushing his fingers in a little deeper, making the actor's eyelids flutter.

“Mmm… Lord- Lord Liu Kang, please,” Johnny corrected himself, his voice stuttering just slightly as he tried to rock his hips back to meet the movements of Liu Kang's fingers. Liu Kang, however, was having none of it. The hand kneading Johnny's ass held him down to stop him from grinding and he pulled his fingers out.

“That's better,” he said softly, holding onto his cock and guiding the tip to Johnny's prepped hole. The head caught on the rim and he pushed inside, filling him up steadily to let the both of them adjust - but mostly for Johnny's body to process the intrusion as it got deeper and deeper.

“Oh fuck…!” Johnny groaned breathlessly, his breathing heavy and his chest heaving as Liu Kang gave a sudden sharp snap of his hips to sheath his cock fully in his tight ass.

Liu Kang leaned himself on his hands either side of Johnny's shoulders, starting to roll his hips. The grinding was a mixture of gentleness and sudden jolts that sent a buzz of stimulation shivering up Johnny's spine, writhing with a need for more.

He clutched onto the sheets below him, burying his face into the warm material that he was starting to sweat against. He tried to lift his hips up to make the position a little more forgiving for himself at least, but the weight of Liu Kang's body leaning on himself as he fucked into him made it practically impossible to move.

The thrusts weren't rough, but they weren't exactly gentle either. They were more teasing, dragging out the pleasure to the max and forcing it to continue right up until the very last second, squeezing as much enjoyment out as possible.

That felt like torture to Johnny, who was used to quick fucks in between photo shoots and during breaks on filming days.

He hadn't experienced something like this in… well, an embarrassingly long time, in his opinion. The feeling of indescribably affective pushes of cock inside him, of it rubbing his walls and making him moan loudly and arch his back to try and get it deeper.

“Harder,” he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut briefly before blinking them open again, staring at the wall as his vision juddered with every roll of Liu Kang's hips and every bit of his body being forced forwards from the action.

But Liu Kang's movements only got slower and lighter despite the request. “Oh? Demanding, are we?” He said in a teasing voice. “Where are your manners, Johnny Cage?” As he spoke he pressed his lips down on the back of Johnny's neck, trailing down the top of his back down his spine, his chest still forcing him against the mattress.

Johnny whined with desperation. He felt frustrated and incredibly turned on at the same time, and his body wasn't quite sure how to react, which emotion to follow and focus on.

“Please,” he forced out in a strained voice. “Harder, please, Liu- Lord Liu Kang,” he begged, his fingers curling in the sheets and gripping so hard his knuckles were turning white.

Liu Kang was satisfied with that. “That's it, well done,” he purred, nosing the side of Johnny's neck as he started to thrust harder, also going deeper and hitting all the right spots inside his body.

Johnny moaned at the praise. “Oh fuck, Lord… Kang… shit,” he panted, and every thrust against his prostate was just pushing him closer and closer to sweet, sweet release.

It didn't help that his cock leaking with pre was pinned between himself and the mattress, rubbing against the firm material. Despite how soft it was, the heavy pressure on his whole body from the other's weight on top of him was making the friction feel more rough, more gritty.

“Mmh I'm so close, Liu Kang please, please,” he pleaded, his eyes rolling back in his head and his thighs twitching and tensing. He could feel the heat in his gut building up and the sensation and desire getting harder to control, his lips parted to let our desperate breaths.

Liu Kang's breaths came out hot and heavy on Johnny's skin, his eyes glowing in the dimness of the room as he kept his movements controlled and precise. “Good, good. You're taking me so well,” he murmured.

One more sharp snap of his hips and he was coming inside Johnny's ass in hot stripes, filling him up with the results of his pleasure.

Johnny let out a muffled moan, the feeling of being filled like that making him shiver and see stars. Fuck that was hot. A few more slow and deliberate pumps of cock inside him and he was arching his back again, painting the sheets white with his cum.

After a few moments of silence, breathless panting, and sweat stinking the air, Liu Kang pulled out with a small huff and sat up, admiring the sight before him.

As he gazed down at Johnny, who had collapsed onto the bed with his eyes closed as he caught his breath, his ass red and his hole stretched and leaking cum, Liu Kang couldn't help but think, what a perfect little thing I've created.

He didn't regret it one bit. He might just make a habit of this, actually… originally his intentions had been to settle Johnny's recent annoying mood, but it had helped himself, too, in ways that he wasn't expecting.

He felt fulfilled and satisfied. He'd enjoyed it, fucking one of his champions into a pathetic stupor. He reached out and ran a hand through Johnny's hair, smiling softly as he heard the little indistinct mumbling as a response.

Perfect little thing, perfect little creation.

-

Outside Johnny Cage's door stood Kenshi. He'd just been walking past when he'd heard… noises. Not so innocent noises. His curiosity had overtaken him and now here he stood, listening to Johnny moaning out Liu Kang's name as he came.

It made him feel jealous. He was angry, and frustrated. He wanted to barge in and shout, to yank Johnny away as his and only his. But he knew that's not how it worked.

His hands balling up into fists and his expression one of great annoyance, Kenshi forced himself to keep walking down the corridor, to ignore those selfish noises coming from Johnny's room. To ignore the way Liu Kang had gotten to Johnny first.

He had a plan, anyway, and he would put it into motion as soon as possible. At the right moment, of course, whenever that was. But it would happen, and a mess would certainly be left in its wake.

Perhaps it would end with devastation, perhaps not. He didn't know, he didn't care. He just wanted that little fling to end so he could keep admiring from afar without feeling his stomach twisting every time he saw hickeys on Johnny's neck, or saw the looks exchanged between the pair.

Tomorrow, maybe. Tomorrow, he will make it better. Tomorrow, he will fix this.

Notes:

Seriously though I'm so grateful to Robin for being my mutual and helping to inspire me and motivate me, you've been such a good friend :)

Also halfway through writing this my (now ex) boyfriend started being a dickhead so I'm going to turn this angsty out of pure spite and use my frustrations somehow lmao

Chapter 2: Jealousy is Dangerous

Notes:

Hi, sorry for taking a while to post this next chapter - I've been having mental and physical health issues that have made it difficult to motivate myself to write, and it has made my day-to-day life quite hard to actually manage.

With the help of friends and family I've been able to motivate myself to actually do stuff now - being HoH hasn't affected my ability to write, obviously, but it's definitely taken its toll on me. So thank you for being patient with me, much love :)

Kenshi stalked down the halls of Wu Shi Academy the day after he had overheard Johnny and Liu Kang having sex. He didn't sleep much last night, those noises were haunting his brain and plaguing his mind.

He was restless, to say the least, and tired, which wasn't good for his training program. It was a sparring day today, starting off with a warm-up before jumping straight into the action that was a good ol’ physical fight. Choosing who you were paired up with was not an option, that was usually down to Liu Kang, who set up which pairs he thought would benefit from fighting each other.

It was all about improvement and strengthening the things that held you back. In Kenshi's case, it was a matter of remembering to block and parry rather than going straight in with an offence.

He strode into the training room with his usual air of confidence, glancing around and noting that almost everyone was already here, save for one person. One of the offenders, in his opinion; the God of Fire.

Kenshi furrowed his eyebrows and moved to the middle of the room, standing alongside Raiden and Kung Lao while refusing to look at Johnny. Just one look at that arrogant actor and he would fly into a fit of rage, knowing what had happened last night, knowing who'd had their hands on him and why.

Kung Lao and Johnny were chatting jovially together about something. Whatever it was, their hand gestures made it a very animated conversation; a topic both of them clearly liked.

Kenshi stared down at the floor, his jaw clenched and his arms folded as he tried to ignore it all. But he couldn't. It was bubbling up inside him like some sort of infestation that just refused to go away, no matter what medication he used to keep it at bay.

A sudden new and powerful presence filled the room and made him look up, making direct eye contact with the new arrival. It was no surprise to see Liu Kang, all things considered, but it still made him feel more irate than before.

“Greetings,” Liu Kang addressed the room, shutting the door behind him and moving in front of everyone. His eyes swept over everyone, lingering particularly on Johnny with a very subtle smile shadowing over his lips.

Kenshi shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Whilst that grin had been tiny, he had still noticed it. His movement was enough to make the speaker snap out of whatever fantasy world he had drifted off to and continue talking.

“Kung Lao, you will be fighting with Kenshi,” he started, gesturing to the two of them. “Raiden…” he paused. Johnny was the only one left to pair someone up with, but…

“You will be simply watching from the sidelines for now. Johnny, you will be training with me for today,” he said, his glowing white eyes flicking over to the rather pleased looking Johnny.

It was unbelievably selfish, and Liu Kang knew that. He was aware he had no right to pair the two of them up to spar purely because of yesterday's little fling, or whatever it was, when Johnny could benefit more with a different sparring partner.

As Kung Lao walked over to him, Kenshi shot a brief glance over at the actor before turning to face his opponent and giving a short bow of respect.

“May the best man win,” Kung Lao grinned, offering out his hand to shake on it but was ignored. He could tell the swordsman was in a bad mood; it was pretty obvious, really. The way his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed, his stance tense and his stare unforgiving.

Kenshi looked over at the fire god before getting into his fighting stance, his katana still sheathed at his hip. This was basic hand-to-hand, weapons were forbidden.

Liu Kang started with his usual speech about today's training. “Unarmed combat is a valuable skill to have,” he said. “Relying on having a weapon on you at all times could be dangerous and, in the right circumstances, life-threatening.” His glowing white eyes pierced into each of them, his hands clasped in front of him as he spoke. “Which is why we are thickening this skill today.”

It was silent spare the quiet muttering Johnny was doing, chatting to Raiden in a low voice, the two of them shoulder-to-shoulder to ensure no one overheard them. But of course, it wasn't quite as subtle as they were hoping.

Liu Kang noticed either way, folding his arms as he watched the two witter on, completely oblivious to whose attention they had drawn. However, he didn't speak up, didn't tell them off or reprimand them for their actions.

Kenshi was aware he was the only one who knew about what had gone on between those two yesterday. He could tell he was the only one who caught the brief glances with something more hidden under them, the only one who heard the way the fire god's voice softened ever so slightly when talking to Johnny.

It was damn vexing and, truth be told, it made Kenshi want to intervene. As everyone faced their assigned partner, he saw out of the corner of his eyes Liu Kang leaning closer to Johnny and whispering something secretive in his ear, brushing his hand against the actor's arm. Two or three hickeys were visible, poking out from underneath the collar of Johnny's shirt, clear evidence of their escapades just on show for all to see.

Kenshi was pissed. He couldn't deal with this anymore. Watching those two flirt so openly yet so discreetly was ticking him off in ways he'd never experienced before.

He didn't even think about what he was doing before he was marching forward, walking around Kung Lao and practically shoving past Liu Kang to get to Johnny, grabbing him by the upper arm and yanking him away.

All were surprised but no one had processed it quick enough, and by the time they had, Kensi had already dragged him out of the training room and was now pulling him down the hallways with a determined and purposeful step. The look on his face was intimidating, and that was putting it lightly.

“Kenshi-! What the fuck?!” Johnny yelped, struggling to try and free himself. He was forced to stagger and stumble, Kenshi's ‘guiding’ hand being pretty merciless. He was not playing around right now.

He stormed out of the building and into the courtyard, shoving Johnny down the shadowy side of a building and pressing him into the wall. Johnny decided now was probably the best time to hold his tongue, and that he did, holding his breath and staying quiet for once.

Kenshi pulled out a pack of Player's cigarettes and a lighter, sticking the filter in his mouth and lighting up the end. He took a drag and then exhaled the smoke with a long, deep sigh, an attempt to cool off and calm down, but his forehead was still wrinkled with that glower.

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed. “How the hell did you get those in here? I couldn't even sneak in any condoms, dude!”

That comment wasn't taken mildly. A vein throbbed in Kenshi's forehead and he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from lashing out. “Why would you need condoms here?” He asked coolly.

Johnny gave a little snicker as he watched him smoke. “Sex, obviously. Getting off once in a while. What else would I use them for?” He said with an eye roll.

It was getting more difficult for Kenshi to hold back and he wasn't going to be gentle anymore. “‘Once in a while’?” He repeated mockingly. “Seriously, Cage? You're going to straight up lie to me about this?”

At Johnny's confused glance he moved closer, the smell of burning tobacco wafting into both their noses. “Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about.” The snarl combined with the scowl on his face was emphasising his anger and the jealousy he was miserably failing to hide.

“I know what you did with Liu Kang last night,” he hissed, tilting his head back and taking another puff of the cigarette hanging between his lips, taking it between his index and middle fingers.

Johnny's expression morphed from bewilderment to something that could be described as embarrassment. “That's none of your business, Tattoo. My sex life has nothing to do with you and I think you're being ov-”

Before he could finish his sentence, though, Kenshi had grabbed him by the chin and roughly pressed their lips together. His eyes widened with shock and he instinctively tried to pull back, but the strong grip on his face made it near impossible.

As Kenshi's lips parted and his tongue invaded his mouth, Johnny could taste the tobacco and felt the smoke shifting between their mouths. He wasn't much of a smoker; being peer pressured into it due to the industry he worked in was inevitable, but ultimately he didn't like it and wanted to prioritise his health.

So he wasn't used to inhaling smoke. He grabbed at Kenshi's arms and tried to push him away, his eyes watering as he was denied the right to breathe properly.

When Kenshi pulled away, Johnny gasped for air and spluttered while coughing violently, smoke trailing out of his mouth. “What the fuck was that?!” He complained, doubling over and leaning his hands on his knees.

Kenshi didn't allow that to happen, though. Grabbing him by the hair, he yanked Johnny's head back and forced him upright again, a steely look in his eyes as he enforced intense eye contact.

“Stop your whining, Cage. You're so desperate for a quick fuck that you crawl at Liu Kang's feet and kiss the very ground he walks on? Pathetic,” he sneered, fingers curling in the actor's hair.

Johnny flinched, his eyes flicking with a slight amount of fear. He'd never seen Kenshi this angry, but he wasn't convinced that he hated said reaction either. “I didn't crawl at his feet or kiss the damn ground, Kendoll!” He argued, trying to bat Kenshi's hand away from him.

Kenshi scoffed and released his hold, grasping his chin instead and bringing their faces ever closer once more. “Open your mouth,” he ordered coldly.

Johnny was gagged by the instructions and the authoritative tone. His mind just crumbled under such a firm voice and that severe expression. He couldn't help but give in, opening his mouth without another word and sticking out his tongue, which is clearly what was desired right now.

Kenshi brought his other hand up, smoke trailing with the cigarette in his hand, and pressed the lit end onto Johnny's tongue, twisting it and really crushing the end as he put it out on the sensitive flesh.

Johnny squawked with pain and tried to push Kenshi away - unsuccessfully, of course. The hold was too tight. His attempt to get free was pretty half-assed anyway, and he found himself wanting more. The burning on his tongue was nothing when compared to the state of arousal he was being dragged into.

“Mmm…” he groaned, his head tilting back and his eyes closing, letting his jaw go slack as Kenshi tossed the butt of the cigarette onto the floor and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him to the wall.

“You like that?” He muttered into Johnny's ear. “You like being used and abused, huh? Making you my personal little ashtray? You're moaning like nobody's business.”

“Maybe if you stopped being so goddamn hot-”

“What, like Liu Kang is?” His tone turned back to jealousy once more and his eyes flashed with heedless possessiveness, his fingers constricting around Johnny's throat harder. “Maybe you'd think about him even if it was me fucking you.”

Johnny let out a breathless noise but didn't struggle. God knows he was enjoying this, way more than he should. The prickling on his tongue hadn't died down yet and it hurt to talk, but that's what made it so attractive - the consequences involved in playing with fire, both literally and figuratively.

“What the hell is up with you today?” He grumbled, closing his eyes and experimentally pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, as though testing the damage that had been done. “We're not an item. Never have been, Kenny, probably never will be. So stop acting like you own me.”

The burn on his tongue had resulted in a bruise and the slightest pressure on it caused a twinge of pain to shoot through his nerves. But he faltered under the look he was given, and the hand squeezing the air out of him became crushing.

“No, but I want you more than he does,” Kenshi muttered, his fingernails digging into Johnny's skin, enough to leave little dents in their place. “I don't care what you think. That's the damn truth and I can prove it.”

Johnny raised his eyebrows and if he could scoff he would, but he could barely breathe like this, let alone mock the man who was doing this to him. “Oh yeah? How?” He managed to get out, grasping Kenshi's wrist in a poor attempt to get out of the beast's clutches.

“By fucking you better than he ever could,” Kenshi shot back, pressing himself flush against Johnny.

That gave Johnny pause. He wasn't aware he was being pursued so hotly by multiple people at Wu Shi, and he had yet to find out that number was more than two.

“What-” he started to say, but was cut off by the feeling of Kenshi's free hand trailing down his body until he reached his pelvis, palming at the quickly hardening bulge. As Kenshi's hand rubbed mercilessly, Johnny couldn't help but moan, his fingers gripping the hand stealing his oxygen.

He didn't think he could get so hard so quickly. Not even Liu Kang had managed that, and yesterday was something he considered one of his best fucks in years.

“Kenshi-” his eyes rolled back in their sockets, his lips parting and teeth gritting together. As he looked down at what was being done to him again, the view of those tattooed hands and built biceps flexing and tensing with each pleasurable movement was enough to make him cum right then and there.

Kenshi paused. He could feel Johnny tensing up and his body releasing through his clothes, raising his eyebrows with surprise. “Seriously?” His tone was one of mocking disbelief. “You came already? Are you really that horny? Did Liu Kang not satisfy you enough yesterday?”

Johnny's body trembled from cumming so early. Hell, they hadn't even removed their clothes yet and his boxers were already soiled with his eagerness. He felt a little ashamed even, which wasn't common for him - he'd always managed to last longer in the past, this was new for him.

“I, uh…” he trailed off, swallowing thickly. Yesterday had been softer than he would've normally preferred, and while he still enjoyed it quite a lot, he did get more hot and bothered when the sex was rough and demanding. “I mean…”

Kenshi's expression hardened. “So not only did Liu Kang get to you first, but he didn't even fuck you right,” he groused under his breath, but Johnny heard it. It wasn't exactly quiet; subtlety wasn't Kenshi's strong point.

“Fuck off,” he sighed, once again trying to push him away. Kenshi merely pressed him harder against the wall, his grip on Johnny's throat now slack and barely there.

“No. I don't care that you already came. I haven't got off yet, are you forgetting that, Cage?” His hand released his throat and went down the front of his own uniform, unfastening the cloth just enough so he could pull his dick out.

“Mmm…” Johnny bit his lip, glancing down at Kenshi’s hand. “Damn, Kendoll, that looks heavy. Want me to hold it for you?” He teased playfully, already getting hard again at the mere implication of what was going to happen here.

Kenshi rolled his eyes. It was typical of Johnny to say something like that. He honestly wasn't surprised. “Shut up,” he muttered, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around, shoving him against the gritty brick wall again.

“You're too damn cocky, you know that?” He grasped onto the waistband of Johnny's pants, pulling them down with his boxers in one fell swoop before the actor could so much as open his mouth. There wasn't any protesting anyway, just a lustful sigh and a shiver as the cold air hit his bare skin.

“If you're gonna fuck me, just do it already,” he complained, leaning his cheek into the wall, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in a way that portrayed just how impatient he was to just be filled already.

Kenshi said nothing and trailed his fingers down Johnny's spine, the sensation something akin to spiders running down his back. It made his skin crawl and he wasn't sure if he disliked it.

“Lube?” Kenshi's voice snapped him out of the reverie he was in. He blinked rapidly, glancing over his shoulder and straight into those brown eyes that were closer to him than he'd anticipated.

“Uhh… yeah. Back right pocket,” he replied.

Kenshi huffed, reaching down to get to Johnny's pants. “If you couldn't sneak condoms in, how did you get lube in?”

He spotted the guilty look in Johnny's now avoidant gaze, and his eyebrows furrowed. He stood up straight with the small, brand new bottle in one hand. “Oh, I see.” His tone was cold once more. “Did Lord Liu Kang give this to you after yesterday, for future use between the two of you?”

Again, there was no response. Kenshi was growing more irate and popped the cap, squeezing out some lube onto three fingers on his right hand. “I'll take that as a yes.” Without much warning he found Johnny’s hole and roughly pushed two fingers inside, forcefully stretching it open.

Johnny jolted at the force with a gasp. “Christ, go easy Kenshi! This ass is worth your weight in gold!” He shifted his hips forward and away from the intruding fingers, but they just dug deeper.

“After being subjected to your pathetic moaning last night? In your dreams.” Kenshi curled his fingers against Johnny’s prostate, eliciting a breathy groan from the actor's throat.

He pumped his fingers in and out at a ruthless pace, stretching the taut hole open just enough before he was sliding a third finger in and moving them at just the right angle to get Johnny’s legs trembling.

Johnny felt a sudden emptiness that caused him to whine with disappointment, then the tip of something stiff brushed his hole instead. The head of Kenshi’s cock eased inside without much hassle nor concern for Johnny's comfort.

He liked it that way. Being used, being filled, but without the commitment. Being loved and loving someone were things that he craved but avoided, human need versus human fear.

“Kenshi…” His voice was a breathy moan as he grinded his hips back into Kenshi's pelvis, getting him deeper.

Kenshi grasped onto his hip to pull his ass back flush against him, gritting his teeth and bottoming out in one sharp snap of his hips.

He pressed Johnny's whole body into the wall and rolled his hips harshly, forcing a loud whimper from him that filled the air and destroyed any subtlety they might've had before, however small.

Johnny's dick was trapped between his stomach and the wall. Every thrust and grind rubbing it against the bricks and making him see stars. It fucking hurt, it wasn't comfortable in the slightest, but that's what made his mouth water with unbelievable pleasure, his eyes brimming with lust.

Kenshi thrust his hips, making sure he would leave large and painful bruises in the dip of Johnny's hips so that if he dared get it on with Liu Kang again, the god would know his place.

“Pathetic whore,” he muttered into Johnny's ear and bit down on his lobe, trailing a few lingering kisses along his jaw until he sunk his teeth into the back of his neck, sucking to form a dark hickey over one of Liu Kang's as replacement.

It was almost like he was marking his territory. His movements were animalistic, as was his low voice and nefarious intentions.

Pleasured noises rolled off Johnny's tongue and it was like music in the otherwise quiet place of meditation and self-improvement.

The bricks in the wall were sharp and little bits jutted out, the cement between each one feeling like needles in his sensitive and leaking cock.

“Mmn… am I a common whore, doll?” He panted out, hands on the wall in front of him, needing something to grip onto to keep himself from slipping deeper and deeper into the niceties of pleasure sending him to another planet of fantasy entirely.

“Yes,” Kenshi muttered, another deep thrust eliciting yet another loud and needy moan. “You let Liu Kang fuck you, you let me fuck you, less than twenty-four hours apart… what's next? You have wet dreams about Kung Lao too?”

He noticed immediately how Johnny's cheeks went red and his breathing grew heavier and more desperate. He furrowed his eyebrows, his hips becoming harsher and borderline painful. “Oh, you do? Slut,” he mocked.

That was enough to send Johnny over the edge for a second time. He came across the wall and his own stomach, the cum rubbing between his throbbing cock, the sensitive skin, and the building he was shoved against.

"Fuck,” he groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. He felt like he’d just ascended twice over. But Kenshi hadn't finished yet - he pushed his cock deep inside Johnny, slamming into all the good spots over and over.

After cumming twice in that space of time Johnny was pretty damn sensitive. The grainy wall kneading his tender skin and making his dick feel like it was going to bleed was overstimulating him.

He tried to push away, gasping for air. Desperate for a breath. But the small break was refused and he let out a dry sob; his cock twitched again, like it was getting ready for a second round. The overwhelming touches and rubbing was burning but goddamn was it hot, and he wasn't one to let by an opportunity like this.

“Oh god..” he spluttered, his throat raw from all the noise he'd been making.

“That's it. You take my dick so well, like a damn toy,” Kenshi bit out, putting his hands on the wall either side of Johnny's head to help manoeuvre his hips better, slow but heavy rolls dragging his cock inside Johnny's ass.

He bit down on his tongue and fucked into him one last time before his orgasm was ripping through him like a storm. He painted Johnny's insides white, his hips stuttering and a groan being pulled out of him.

Kenshi finally stopped moving and let his softening cock slip out, taking a step back. He was quickly tucking himself back into his pants and zipping himself up, admiring his handiwork with his gaze fixed on the cum leaking out of Johnny's stretched hole and the hips marked with distinctive red splodges the shape of fingers.

The hickeys were another thing too, but they were more subtle. Unfortunately. Johnny didn't even feel them, pressing his forehead into the wall and trying to catch his breath.

It was only then that Kenshi became aware of a trickling sensation down his chin. Wiping his fingers across it, he looked down at them to see blood. He was bleeding.

He'd bitten down on his tongue so hard when he came that he'd split the skin without realising it, too caught up in his own orgasmic pleasure.

He looked up again to see Johnny pulling up his own boxers and pants, zipping it up. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes flicking down to the blood pooling in the corner of Kenshi's lips.

“Jesus, Kendoll… you're really something else,” he murmured, walking over to him with a slight waddle from having a dick stuffed up his ass. His hand reached out and curled around Kenshi's neck to yank him into a kiss.

Kenshi was taken aback at first but swiftly reciprocated, his lips parting as he kissed back like a man starved and malnourished. Johnny's tongue probed into his mouth, lapping up his blood as though he were a dog.

Kenshi moaned into his lips, grabbing onto his waist to draw him closer. Blood smeared around Johnny's lips and his teeth stained with the stuff.

He sucked on Kenshi's tongue, pulling out more blood for him to drink and quench his thirsty desires with.

“Damn,” Kenshi breathed as he broke the kiss, gazing into Johnny's eyes as though they hadn't just fucked like savage animals, as though Kenshi hadn't ravaged him against the wall like Johnny was a whore made for his lust.

They stayed quiet for a few seconds, simply staring at each other with their mouths looking like a bloody mess. Eventually Kenshi was the one who drew back, letting go of the actor but not putting any space between them.

“...we should get back. The others will wonder where we are,” he said, looking away and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, smearing blood across his skin.

Johnny's eyes followed the movement and he was clearly still up for more, but Kenshi was right - they should get back to the training room or else the others might search for them.

So he gave a little nod and stepped back, forgetting about the gory sight of his face and leaving the cum-stained wall for the next poor soul to find.

They headed back to the training room Johnny had been dragged out of that day in almost complete silence, save for the occasional comment here and there.

Johnny was a little worried about what Liu Kang's reaction might be, knowing that the fire god would be acutely aware of the events that had just taken place, although it wasn't eating him up.

Kenshi, on the other hand, couldn't give a shit. He had other things on his mind - the feel of being balls deep in Johnny's tight ass and that amazing release, as well as that bloodthirsty kiss the two had shared.

Johnny pushed open the door to the training room and stepped in behind Kenshi, glancing around to determine if anyone had caught on - settling on the curious looking Liu Kang.

Notes:

Early warning that this is not going to have a good ending and I'm planning on adding angst, probably with no comfort or the like

Chapter 3: What are we doing...?

Notes:

There's another chapter coming but I finally worked up the motivation to finish this, last chapter is already half written. I realised it's bc I was writing this chapter and the next all as one, and it was too much and just stressed me out and wore me out

So yeah here you go enjoy 🤭

Liu Kang's gaze was fixated on the pair as they walked in, blood still smeared around their mouths and dripping down Kenshi's chin. They were both out of breath, new hickeys that covered Liu Kang's old ones littered across Johnny's neck.

It was painfully obvious what had been going on while they were gone. Kung Lao and Raiden couldn't resist glancing at one another with subtle smirks on their faces and a snicker barely being repressed.

Liu Kang ignored them. “Where did you two go?” He asked as though he didn't know, as though he hadn't poked his head out of the door after they'd left to see which direction they'd been going in, as though he hadn't even followed some of the way to hear what was foing on - and hear he did, yet he was still asking these questions.

As Johnny opened his mouth to respond, it was cut off by Kenshi’s huff and his indignant voice replying instead. “None of your business. The issue has mostly been resolved, Lord Liu Kang. There is no need to worry further about it.”

Liu Kang raised his eyebrows. For the most part Kenshi hadn't talked to him so rudely before, but it was also just the dismissal of his direct question that made him frown.

Perhaps a good talk would set his nose straight.

Folding his arms, he nodded towards the door. “Come, I need to speak to you about this in private.” His glowing eyes stared deep into Kenshi's, and it was a look that made refusing seem dangerous. They all knew the level of power he held over them all.

Kenshi had no choice but to scowl and begrudgingly trudge out of the room, pausing to whisper something in Johnny's ear. His breath was hot on his skin, tickling the actor's lobe - the mixture sending goosebumps tingling up Johnny's arms and a shiver running up his spine, a sense of arousal washing through him.

Blood still stained around his mouth, Kenshi strode out of the training room once more - this time for much different reasons than to fuck the brains out of the one he desired so carnally. Liu Kang sighed and followed behind him.

Raiden glanced between the remaining two and swallowed. “I, er… I'll go with them, just in case a fight breaks out,” he said, shooting them a sheepish smile before hurriedly leaving as well, the door shutting with a sharp snap.

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That left Johnny and Kung Lao together. Alone.

They glanced at each other awkwardly.

After a thick moment of silence, Kung Lao finally spoke. “So uh, you- you alright?” He asked.

“Mhm. Yup, fine,” Johnny said as he rocked on the balls of his feet. “You?”

“Same here.”

Another seemingly endless stretch of silence ensued. Kung Lao was, once again, the one to break it. He carefully moved over to Johnny and reached his hand up to grab onto the side of his face.

“Where did the blood come from?” He asked with a frown, his tone one of concern as his thumb rubbed Johnny's chin to wipe away some of the dried blood.

Johnny stared into his eyes, his brows lowering slightly. “I mean… isn't it obvious?” He asked, unsure if Kung Lao was that stupid or if he was just playing dumb.

It was the latter.

Kung Lao rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it's really obvious that you and Kenshi made out. One of you is bleeding… for some reason,” he said, peering at the actor. “And my guess is it's not you. What else happened, huh? I can't read minds, y'know.”

Johnny bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from blurting the answer out like the proud winner of a trophy showing off their achievement. Was he even allowed to show this award off? The hickeys on his neck, the cum in his pants. All golden medals of lustful victories on his part.

Kung Lao's frown grew more prominent and he shifted his leg so his knee ‘accidentally’ pressed into Johnny's crotch. Even if it was only for a second or two, Johnny could feel the brush to his sensitive cock and it felt like white-hot needles piercing into him.

His jaw tensed and he held his breath, his hands balling into fists as the urge to instinctively push away bubbled up inside him. It was a noticeable reaction and one that Kung Lao certainly didn't miss, a curious look passing over his face.

“Oh?” He reached his hand down to experimentally palm the front of Johnny's pants, his fingers curling. Johnny flinched at that and tried to draw away, swatting at Kung Lao's hand.

“Don't,” he said in a low voice of warning, clenching his jaw harder, teeth pressed together so hard he could feel them in his gums. Only Kenshi could touch him like that, make him feel the exciting side of overstimulation, force him to bend to his will without a word and only a mere look instead - accompanied with the slightest resistance that was quickly shot down with a bit of pain and a threat of more to come.

Kung Lao's eyebrows quirked up and a sly grin curled on his lips. “Hm? Why not? Too much to handle? Don't tell me you don't want this, I've seen the way you look at me,” he teased, grabbing Johnny's wrist and yanking him closer again.

Johnny didn't resist this time, his eyes flicking to Kung Lao's lips. “Psh, no, that's not it,” he snorted and his gaze travelled lower and roamed over Kung Lao's body, settling between his legs before flicking elsewhere. He regrets not checking him out sooner, the athletic figure and lean muscles shifting with each movement making him want to ravish him.

“Then why?” Kung Lao questioned, reaching out to grasp the back of Johnny's neck. A small tug makes their faces mere inches apart, the tension between them growing so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It was Johnny's turn to roll his eyes. “Take a wild guess, virgin boy,” he quipped back, his eyes snapping back to Kung Lao's face with a playful grin.

Kung Lao's grip on Johnny's wrist tightened tenfold along with his frustration. This was supposed to be lighthearted flirting and now he was borderline offended; riling people up as foreplay seemed to be Johnny's favourite trick, like a damn dog that kept giving its paw when it wanted a treat.

“I'm not a virgin,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Really? Could've fooled me,” Johnny taunted. “I don't believe you.” Again his eyes flitted over his body, checking him out unashamedly. That was the last straw for Kung Lao, he couldn't just sit back and be passive in this. If everyone else has had their fill of Johnny then he was going to have his turn, too.

The hand on the back of the actor’s neck pulled him closer and he mashed their lips together into a heated and unexpected kiss.

Johnny was surprised that Kung Lao had given in so easily. It happened so abruptly, like he'd been thinking about doing this for a while and had only just gathered up the courage to go for it.

The kiss wasn't rough, but it wasn't exactly chaste either. It was more on the gentle side while also dripping with wanton, flooded with hints of how strong Kung Lao's desire for Johnny was and how much he'd been repressing recently.

Johnny soon reciprocated it and his lips moved harder against Kung Lao's, deepening the kiss to turn it more rough and needy. He knew that no matter how much he was craved, he would have to be the one to intensify things otherwise nothing more would happen.

“That's definitely Kenshi's blood, not yours,” Kung Lao huffed out between those eager kisses. Johnny groaned at the idea that he could even tell the difference; it was hot as fuck and made his knees tremble with unbridled lust.

He broke the kiss and nipped on Kumg Lao's throat, sucking a splotchy hickey into the skin and trailing his way down. His tongue ran across his collarbone and down, down, down… his knees bending as he slowly lowered himself to the floor.

Kung Lao was already breathless by this point. His fingers twitched and he looked down, watching as Johnny sank to his knees and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the front of his pants.

“Johnny…” he panted out, his muscles tensing at the sensation he was feeling on his crotch. It didn't take much to get him hard when it came to Johnny, as the mouth over his clothes was making him swell in his boxers.

“Shh,” Johnny shushed, a low moan leaving his throat as he kept kissing and licking the bulge.

He finally decided to stop his teasing and deftly unzipped Kung Lao's pants. Grabbing the waistband, he shimmied the fabric down his thighs until they were around his knees, gazing up at Kung Lao with a hungry glint in his eyes.

“Goddamn, Lao,” he murmured as he stared at the tented boxers he was eye-level with, biting on his lip at the sight. Christ, he could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and going straight to his worn out dick.

He looked a finger over Kung Lao's boxers and tugged them down, dropping them and staring at the hard cock now looming over his face like a snake set to strike.

It wasn't necessarily long, but it was certainly thick with prominent veins. Johnny didn't care, he'd still swallow it until his jaw ached and his tongue was numb.

“God, you look delicious,” he groaned, grabbing onto Kung Lao's thighs to ground himself as he drew his head nearer, his warm breath ghosting over the tip and making it twitch.

Kung Lao's breath hitched and he put a hand on one of the actor’s shoulders to steady himself, watching Johnny's lips part and take in the head of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut, a soft hum leaving him when Johnny's tongue wrapped around him and took him in deeper.

Johnny took the whole thing in his mouth until his nose was pressed into his pelvis, almost breathing in the fine pubic hairs. Closing his eyes to focus better, he pulled back to the head and then pushed all the way down again, bobbing his head over the length slowly and teasingly.

Kung Lao's hand hovered awkwardly over Johnny's head, unsure what he should or could do. Was he allowed to grab and manhandle or did he have to take a backseat on his own blowjob? Fuck if he knew, it felt good and they were both enjoying it, and that's all he cared about.

Johnny sucked up to the head again and swirled his tongue around the tip, licking into the slit like he was eager to taste what was going to come out of it. And when Kung Lao's hips stuttered as he tried to stop himself from fucking into that tight heat and his fingers lightly brushed over the top of his head, Johnny huffed and pulled off with a pop.

“Stop hesitating, Kung Lao, christ. Acting like you've never been sucked off - I thought you weren't a virgin, huh? Just-” he took hold of Kung Lao's wrist, “grab-” he forced the hand down onto his head, “and yank-” he took his cock in his mouth once more, teasing the head.

It was more than enough to make Kung Lao snap. Like something had awoken inside of him, his fingers curled in the soft hair and pulled, hard, forcing himself further into the actor’s mouth and hitting the back of his throat. Johnny nearly gagged around him, his surprised shout of ‘fuck!’ being muffled by the thickness silencing him.

Kung Lao's cock dragged heavily over his tongue, thrusting at a harsh pace. Johnny, being the overdramatic man that he is, thought he was going to be suffocated to death if this kept up. But another part of his brain told him that it would be a fitting death. If he was going to die he might as well die in style.

He relaxed his jaw and just let Kung Lao abuse his mouth and fuck his face like a damn toy. He liked being used as a toy, that's the thing - if he didn't, he wouldn't have let Liu Kang or Kenshi take out their sexual needs on him.

He pressed his tongue up, moaning at the feel of dragging across his taste buds. Cock always tasted delicious to him, always, no matter whose it was - Kenshi, Kung Lao, all the other guys he'd blown in the past, probably Liu Kang as well. He wouldn't call himself a slut, but…

Kung Lao's grip in his hair tightened and his hips snapped forward, his breaths coming out heavy. He felt so good, his mind flooding with the sensations he was being given so generously.

Using his tongue to lick over a few of the veins bulging out, Johnny was made to take Kung Lao's whole length. He bobbed his head at the pace he was guided into, the pace Kung Lao had firmly set. Opening his eyes, Johnny looked up at the face sweaty with pleasure, his own eyes half-lidded and glistening as he looked through his lashes.

That sight - god that sight, if Kung Lao wasn't already hard then that'd be enough to get him going again - it made his hips stutter again but for a different reason than hesitation.

Feeling the heat building up higher and hotter in the bottom of his stomach, the coil released and he came with hitched breath and eyes rolling back in their sockets.

Johnny was quick to lick up and swallow as much of the cum as he could as it spurted over his tongue and down his throat in thick ropes, not wanting to waste a single drop of it, treating it like some god-given liquid of nirvana.

He pulled back to the head and twisted his tongue around the now extra sensitive skin, shivering when he heard the soft whine from above him. He grabbed onto the base of Kung Lao's cock and rubbed, milking him for every bit of cum in his body even if it meant overstimulating him to the point of tears.

Kung Lao was more resistant than most, it seemed - either that or overstimulation was one of the kinks in his list.

As Johnny swallowed it all, lapping the cum up like it was his last meal, Kung Lao watched, breathless and mesmerised. He let go of Johnny's hair, his fingers twitching, and lowered himself to his knees to be level with him. He kissed him again, a hand going up to cup Johnny's cheek as his tongue licked into his mouth.

He could taste the saltiness of his own cum on Johnny's lips, his thumb wiping away the excess fluid that had dripped his chin, somehow escaping those greedy lips.

Johnny latched himself onto Kung Lao's lips, hungrily biting down and sucking on his tongue as though it were a lollipop. He was a depraved man when it came to willing lips, breathy words, and wandering hands.

Kung Lao grabbed onto the scruff of Johnny's neck and tore him away from his mouth, both of them gasping for air.

“You taste like raw sex appeal,” he breathed out, closing his eyes and letting his body lean back. His jaw ached but it had so been worth it, the postorgasmic pleasure pumping through his veins and making him feel like he was glowing. He still felt riled up though, despite the fact that he'd had three orgasms in less than twenty-four hours.

Kung Lao hesitated. He opened his mouth to say something, a question burning on the tip of his tongue. “Johnny, I want to ask y-”

The sudden sound of raised voices interrupted him, breaking into his words and stopping him in his tracks - he felt frustrated by that, his question was improtant. They both looked up to where the noise was coming from - the door that the other three had exited through.

The argument sounded heated and it was only getting worse. Kung Lao quickly stood up, stuffing his soft dick back into his pants and rushing over to the door without a second thought, his legs wobbling only slightly. Johnny scrambled to his feet too and followed, a bout of worry passing through them both. The voices were churlish and aggressive, and the pair wanted to make sure everything was okay - or, at least, that no one had died or was being killed.

Notes:

LAOCAGE LAOCAGE LAOCAGE LAOCAGE I SURE HOPE SOMETHING BAD DOESN'T HAPPEN 😊😊😁😀🤗

Chapter 4: Out There

Notes:

A short addition with no smut in it to lead things up to the final chapter. I wasn't happy with how it was coming out so I changed up the direction of it.

Originally I was planning on killing off Kung Lao and ending it on a depressing note. I'm not doing that now. I've referenced one of my other fics to give a hint at where this whole thing is heading as well.

— Meanwhile —

Kenshi stormed out of the training room, his arms folded across his chest defensively and a scowl set deeply into his face. He walked a short way down the hallway, the light streaming in through the windows and illuminating the concrete floors, before he turned sharply on his heel.

He was a little taken aback that Liu Kang was right there, standing less than a foot away like it was nothing. He quickly took a step back to put some space between the pair of them, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment at the proximity.

Liu Kang cocked his head to the side, so close he could feel Kenshi’s breath on his face. He didn't care about comfort at that moment, but more about confrontation. He considered him for a moment before talking in his usual clear, firm voice. “You said the issue has been resolved, yet you are still tense around me,” he pointed out.

“No, I'm not,” Kenshi snapped back instantly. It was such an utter lie, so blatantly spouting stupid bullshit. They all knew it. While Kenshi may have a short fuse, particularly when it came to Johnny, his reluctance to be honest and communicate properly was almost amusing. It could also be his downfall.

Liu Kang knew it was a little white lie. “Your jaw is clenched,” he pointed out, “you're grinding your teeth, your muscles are tensed up, and your stance is defensive,” he detailed, his eyes lingering on each thing as he mentioned it.

Kenshi merely huffed. “Shut up,” he muttered through gritted teeth and leaned back against the wall, looking off to the side as he mimicked the fire god's pose and crossing his arms. He was trying to come across as casual and unbothered but was failing miserably.

With a sigh, Liu Kang moved closer to Kenshi. It was a risky move considering he was like a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment. “I just want to know why you are acting like this,” he said gently yet firmly, placing a hand on Kenshi's shoulder as if to show his support.

But Kenshi simply shrugged his hand off and shot him an icy look. “Like what?” He said dismissively.

Liu Kang didn't move away, insisting on staying close. His eyebrows furrowed when he heard the curt reply, though. “I have already said what, and you're protective over Johnny Cage too. Did he tell you what happened between us?” His tone was not unkind, nor was he rubbing it in his face.

“No. I heard you two going at it,” Kenshi said bluntly, “acting like we're not in Wu Shi right now. It was stupid, Lord Liu Kang. As this realm's timekeeper and the God of Fire, you should know better,” he criticised, although he had no right to be lecturing him considering the way he'd taken out his jealousy earlier.

A shadow of a smile crossed Liu Kang's lips. “Ah, so you were, essentially, an eye witness to the supposed crime?” He said, almost joking over this situation, which only proved to piss Kenshi off even more.

“You're acting so goddamn high and mighty,” he snarled, grabbing Liu Kang by the front of his shirt and shaking him. “Don’t let your title get to your head, Lord Liu Kang. You may be a god but you still bleed like the rest of us!” His tone oozed anger and frustration, acting so… defiantly to how he usually did.

If Liu Kang was surprised then he didn't show it. Perhaps he'd been expecting some pushback for a while and now it was finally happening, and he knew how to respond to it.

“Please release me,” he said politely, calmly, not struggling against the death grip on the fabric of his clothes. It annoyed Kenshi to no end. He wasn't in his right state of mind currently and wasn't thinking about the consequences of his actions - thus when he drew his blade with a shing and held it to the fire god's throat, he was driven by the heat of the moment.

“Or what?” He hissed, getting right up in Liu Kang’s face in an overtly threatening manner. Challenging him to keep pushing his temper, to keep blowing on the fire as it raged on the wood fuelling it.

Liu Kang wasn't the slightest bit intimidated by the katana pressing dangerously against his Adam's apple, beads of bright red blood forming around the metal from the small cut it inflicted, the wound stinging slightly.

“Or I shall force you to release me. Do not forget your place, Kenshi Takahashi,” he stated in a sterner voice than before, yet his volume didn't raise and nor did he get angry. Just firm, commanding, reminding him of who was in charge here.

It drove Kenshi mad. He wasn't one who liked to be ordered around, especially not by someone he was having an argument with. He knew he was below Liu Kang in terms of power and status, but that didn't make it any less annoying. He was so irate over it that he even considered dragging his blade along the surface of skin and slicing it open, watch the blood pour out.

But he knew that wouldn't do anything other than earn himself a rather harsh but deserved punishment. Liu Kang wouldn't die from such a wound, they both knew it.

"You little-" he started to insult, shouting out the words. Just as Raiden was about to interrupt to calm them down, however, they heard the double doors at the end of the corridor bang open and two pairs of rushed footsteps hurrying in their direction, feet loud on the hard floor.

Glancing around they saw that it was Johnny and Kung Lao, obviously here to investigate the sounds of arguing. Kenshi's head snapped to the side to see them while Liu Kang's gaze didn't waver, refusing to back down or display any form of weakness.

Johnny, having left first, was also the one to get there first with Kung Lao following right on his tail. While the actor looked more worried, Lao seemed more irritated, as if he'd been in the middle of something and had been interrupted.

"Kenshi? Liu Kang? Fuck is going on?" Johnny questioned, slowing down as he got closer to the three at the end of the hallway, his eyes flicking between the main two offenders.

Kenshi's eyes flicked between Johnny and Kung Lao, then down to their pants, the way their clothes looked messy and pulled on. He noticed how Johnny's hair was ruffled and his cheeks were flushed, and how Lao seemed a little unsteady on his feet. And then there were the stains, suspicious little marks that were obvious if you had working, functional eyes.

His gaze hardened and his jaw clicked with how hard he was gritting his teeth. Without a word he pulled back from Liu Kang and sheathed his katana, taking several steps back to distance himself. Whilst his movements were measured he was clearly seething with a dangerous cocktail of emotions and a spiky bed of thoughts.

Kenshi cast icy glares at Liu Kang, Kung Lao and Johnny before pushing past the fire god. "Consider yourself lucky," he hissed as he bumped his shoulder into Liu Kang's, hard, enough to get the god off balance.

He stormed down the hallway and shoved open a different door, banging it shut behind him so forcefully that you could actually hear the ancient wood splintering in the wake of Kenshi’s upset. No one, not one of them, had ever seen him this pissed off before.

Johnny cast a glance at the other two and didn't hesitate to follow, no second thought in his mind when he went off to catch up with Kenshi. Almost like a prioritised path to follow.

Sighing heavily, Liu Kang pinched the bridge of his nose. He decided it would be best to leave it for now, or else the swordsman would explode like a damn bomb. Obviously not the best outcome, nor a desired one.

Kung Lao and Raiden shared an awkward look. Raiden cleared his throat and looked away when his friend stiffly fixed up his pants and organised his appearance to be more appropriate for polite company.

The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Liu Kang's demeanour morphed into something a tad more worrisome. Massaging his forehead to calm himself down, he let out a careful breath to steady himself and his thoughts. He had always been the level-headed calm one of the lot. That wasn't about to change over some petty relationship drama. He couldn't believe such an argument was even occurring between grown adults. Could they not simply talk it out? It was a fight amongst men, an incredibly childish one at that.

An idea popped into his head. "Kung Lao, Raiden," he started, turning to the remaining two people by his side. "Training champions of Earthrealm is going to have to wait. Finish your expected tasks for today; tomorrow's sessions will be cancelled," he explained, making sure to keep his tone blank and his voice flat to avoid the others from reading his intentions.

Kung Lao sighed. "Yes, Lord Liu Kang," he said, his words echoed by Raiden. They glanced at each other before heading off in the same direction, likely to continue their training with one another. Spar, place a wager, rib each other over whatever. Things two best friends usually did.

Liu Kang waited until they were gone before he let his body and his mind relax. He didn't know how to feel right now. On one hand, it was his fault for making Kenshi upset by sleeping with Johnny. On the other hand, they're all adults, and he thought they were mature enough to talk out any hurt feelings. Evidently not.

He shook his head, feeling slightly bewildered with it all and making his own way down the hallway, slipping through a secret side door that very few people were aware of, heading somewhere only him and a select small group of others knew about.

He would fix this. He was determined to, otherwise the negative atmosphere would bring down everyone's productivity and cooperation. If this wasn't sorted, and soon, everything would go to shit.

Liu Kang wasn't having that.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I know I haven't updated this one for... a while, to say the least, but I promise I haven't forgotten about it. I've been plotting out what I've been wanting to happen. Just been a bit burned out from MK stuff recently and will use this to get myself back on my feet 🙏