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Everything I Wanted

It had been only a few years since Hanzo had found out the truth about who really killed his family and clan. A few years since he had truly gotten his revenge and now also a few years since he had found himself in a particular… arrangement. His choice, of course, but he wanted to watch over Sub-Zero. Well, the younger Sub-Zero, Kuai Liang. He had falsely accused his older brother, Bi Han, of being the one responsible for the death of his family and murdered him because of such but Kuai had found it in his heart to forgive Hanzo for those crimes. It was hard at first, but over time, Kuai was the one to give in and approach Hanzo, telling him that he bore no animosity towards the specter; that he understood. It was a kindness that Hanzo felt he really did not deserve, but one he couldn’t turn away just because he felt otherwise.

Kuai Liang was an enigma within the Lin Kuei. Unlike every other assassin within their ranks, only Kuai had caught Hanzo’s eyes for being so compassionate, forgiving, kind and sympathetic. Those were traits that Hanzo far from had, though traits that he absolutely cherished. They were everything he wasn’t and he couldn’t help but be drawn into the kind of person that Kuai was like a lost fool. Even so, he kept himself hidden; they still didn’t speak or see each other unless the world was in peril like it always seemed to be in. So for now, Hanzo watched Kuai from afar; from the trees as he looked down at the Lin Kuei Temple that had been slowly restored over time.

Even frozen over in the tundra and snow, the Temple was far more beautiful than Hanzo would have ever thought. Perhaps it was due to the foliage, trees and gardens that still flourished even in the harsh climate, or perhaps it was due to the man he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of.

Kuai Liang lived at the Temple by himself, tending to the gardens, to the repairs and doing what he could to gradually rebuild a place worthy of restoring his clan all on his own. He kept himself busy and safe, somehow content with the absence of any other living being around. Others that Hanzo recognized would come and visit the cryomancer fairly often. Johnny Cage once, Raiden more than a few times and almost regularly on a monthly, sometimes weekly, basis was the blind swordsman that Hanzo had met only once in passing. Kenshi Takahashi, he believed his name to be. Even if Hanzo was glad to see Kuai not swept away in loneliness much like how the specter was, he still couldn’t fight the slight twitch of his lip, or the tightening of his chest, everytime Kenshi would show up.

Kuai and Kenshi were obviously close, often eating meals, sharing drinks and deep laughter every time they were together and all it did was leave a sad yearning within the specter’s chest. It was another day where the blind man arrived at the Temple and Hanzo watched, seated on a thick tree branch not too far out but far enough to be away from their perceptual skills. They ate in a dining hall where Hanzo could see through the wide windows into. He saw Kenshi put his hand on Kuai’s shoulder as they shared a hearty laugh and carried on a conversation that Hanzo would never know. This time, the visit was different, for this time, the sun had fallen and the blind swordsman had yet to leave. It wasn’t like him to stay so late and it wasn’t like Hanzo to start feeling anxious. Normally, he would have set out to begin patrolling the thick forests at night, but due to Kuai not being alone yet, he couldn’t make himself leave.

It had gone several hours into the night before Kenshi finally left but still not without putting his hand on Kuai just to tell him goodbye. Hanzo noticed how Kuai had departed from them by returning to the interiors of the Temple while Kenshi used some device to portal himself away. Hanzo felt as if he were holding his breath due to how hard he exhaled now that Kuai was alone again.

The Lin Kuei Temple was very large, which also meant that the windows were very large for Hanzo to see into. Most of them had shutters on them for privacy but Kuai liked to open them during the day. Hanzo moved across the trees to get himself closer now as the cryomancer returned to his room and got himself ready for bed, stripping himself out of his shirt and shoes to be left in just his loose pants. He didn’t close the shutters to the window of his room, giving Hanzo the perfect view of the other man’s beautifully sculpted body. Kuai was very fit and the moonlight that shone through the trees perfectly highlighted every definition of his muscles. His torso was wide at his shoulders but dove down to a more slender waist that disappeared under his pants. His skin was a creamy pale, void of body hair besides the cute stubble he was growing in and his normal, short cut hair. Other than that, his body looked so smooth and soft to the touch; something that made Hanzo’s face feel hotter than normal.

Hanzo told himself that it was time to begin his patrols, to watch over Kuai as he slept but after feeling so antsy and bothered by the sight of another man with the one he wanted to see, he couldn’t quite make himself get up just yet. Almost as if he had to get a certain amount of time observing the fascinating man as he was alone, Hanzo didn’t want to leave.

He watched as Kaui got on his bed above the covers, sinking just slightly into the comfy mattress. His chest was clearly seen heaving with the heavy breath he gave as his hand slid up to his hair to stroke his fingers through it. His other hand rested on his lower stomach while his eyes closed. Even from where Hanzo was, he could see how Kuai seemed to be on edge; his breathing a little quick for someone who was about to fall asleep. It was concerning and Hanzo’s brows furrowed lightly as he watched, just in case the other man needed help.

The hand Kuai had in his hair slid down to his neck, fingers lightly stroking his skin before they fell to his pecs. After a second, Hanzo’s eyes widened a bit when he saw how Kuai’s fingers brushed over his nipples, causing the cryomancer to arch a little with a moan he must have given. Kuai’s eyes were still closed and his hand on his lower stomach started to slide a bit lower to the hem of his pants and Hanzo had never felt so frozen in his life. His heart was pounding in his ears and a thick puff of fog came from his mask from how hot his body was becoming even in the frigid weather. Leave- to leave; Hanzo meant to get up and run away but as soon as he was about to force himself to fucking move , he saw Kuai take both hands and lower his pants now to his knees.

His girth, Kuai’s cock, was so much more impressive than Hanzo could have ever imagined- though, he had never! Hanzo swallowed dryly, eyes locked to the other man and the hard dick that quickly got a hand wrapped around it. Kuai gave it a few dry strokes, smearing the precum along his thick length before he brought his hand to his mouth to spit in it. He then returned his hand back to his dick as he started a steady rhythm of jerking himself off.

The sight sent intense jolts of electricity through Hanzo and the heat of arousal was overwhelming him quickly. His pants became too tight with how hard his dick was pressing against the fabric but Hanzo couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move as he couldn’t tear his hungry gaze away. He watched as Kuai tilted his head back, exposing his neck that was made for teeth to sink into, and reached up with his free hand to grab the pillow above his head. His eyes were closed tightly, pretty lips parted with heavy breaths as his hand stroked faster.

Oh, to hear those noises, to listen to his desperate breaths and the wet sound of his hand pumping along his skin was a violent urge threatening to tear itself through Hanzo’s skin. The specter didn’t realize that he was breathing heavily too as he watched Kuai break himself apart. As the minutes dragged on, Kuai’s hand only moved faster and faster before he was tensing his body up. Kuai’s mouth dropped open wide and Hanzo could hear the blissful cry of the other man from where he was and the specter jolted, slapping his hand over his thigh to dig his nails harshly into himself as the intoxicating noise alone nearly made him cum in his pants untouched. Kuai’s cries turned into orgasmic moans as he was suddenly cumming. Thick ropes of white shot out against his stomach and chest, painting his beautiful body with his spend that Hanzo drunkenly wanted to lick from his flesh.

Kuai’s body was shaking as his hand released himself and he held it up, glancing down at it now as he opened his eyes. His fingers were covered in his cum and Hanzo watched as the cryomancer slowly took his filthy fingers and stroked up his tight stomach, swiping a thick glob of seed up slowly. Hanzo couldn’t breathe as he watched the other man now reach over beside his bed, grabbing some tissues from the nearby drawer to an end table to clean himself up. It was a waste, an utter waste, to watch his seed become cleaned from himself, for Hanzo felt as if he were about to go rabid. He had never felt so insane over the thought of tasting the man. Over the thought of being the one to make him cum, to make him moan, to have him touch him, to cum in him .

When Hanzo finally exhaled, he moaned out deeply and that was enough to shake him from his desperate thoughts. He managed to make himself stand just to run off like he wanted to before, rushing deep, deep into the woods to distance himself from the other man, lest he make him do something that he’d regret. He had a duty to protect Kuai Liang, that was it . He needed to do what he promised himself to do.

Kuai Liang was a cruel man and Hanzo grumbled to himself irritably. He was sitting in a tree, like he usually was, legs crossed with his chin resting heavily in his palm as he stared down at the cryomancer. Today, Kuai was chopping firewood that he would bring to a nearby town. This time, Kuai decided to do so shirtless just so Hanzo could see every flex of his muscles work. Not only that, but Hanzo didn’t get much sleep the night before when he tried and now all he could see was Kuai as he was in his bed. As he could see his stomach, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and those arms work, all he saw was the cryomancer covered in his seed. Exhausted, used, panting and done .

Another growl of annoyance escaped past Hanzo’s lips as he ground his teeth subconsciously from under his mask. He really should have left when he could. If he did, he wouldn’t be stuck in an endless loop of fantasizing about the man he swore to protect being broken under his touch. Yes, Hanzo understood the need to relieve stress in any way one would need to, but the sight of Kuai getting himself off had completely fucked him up. He felt as if he couldn’t ever view Kuai in the same light anymore. He had seen such an intimate moment of the man… seen something no one else had. It left a new burning sensation swirling in Hanzo’s gut. One of undeniable possessiveness.

Which only got so much worse that following night, when Hanzo was covering his mouth over his mask as he watched the infuriatingly sinful man give into his desires yet again. Kuai was using his hands more, exploring his own body thoroughly as if he never really had before and Hanzo wished that it was his hands instead. Again, Hanzo watched as Kuai milked himself through his orgasm, crying out loudly again that forced the specter to shudder and break out into a light sweat. Hanzo’s body was trembling and he couldn’t recall the last time his desires were becoming so lust driven that he feared he was descending into madness.

He still didn’t get any sleep the next day as he followed Kuai Liang to the town to drop off the chopped firewood and some bountiful crops from his gardens. The townsfolk knew Kuai well, for they greeted him warmly and gleefully, thanking him far too many times over what he had brought them. He moved through the town, dropping off crates of food and firewood where it was needed until the sun was about to set. Just before he departed, a woman in her early thirties approached Kuai and stopped him.

“Kuai Liang,” her voice was sweet and kind, much like her features from what Hanzo could see from across the street from where he was watching. She had long black hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail and she tucked some loose strands behind her ear shyly, “I was wondering… if you’d like to stay for dinner tonight? You’ve done so much for us, I feel like I should repay you somehow.”

Kuai’s voice was just as kind as hers as his had a hint of amusement rumbled in his tone, “Oh, I couldn’t impede like that. Don’t worry yourselves over payment; I do this willingly.”

The woman smiled but was clearly nervous, “It wouldn’t be impeding, I promise…! I would be honored- w-would love it if you… if you’d join me.”

Hanzo furrowed his brows as he realized just what the woman was striving for. The same anxiety that would course through him much like when Kenshi was around started to return to him. He noticed how the woman reached her hand forward, fingers just barely ghosting over the flesh on Kuai’s wrist and Hanzo had to clench his hand into a fist to extinguish the flames that became conjured. He forced himself to look away, lest he make his fire burn the poor woman alive. Kuai had the right to make his choice, no matter how harmless her invitation was. It wasn’t right for him to feel the rage he did just because someone else spoke to the cryomancer.

Still, when he heard Kuai say, “If you insist, I may have to consider it,” Hanzo closed his eyes tightly as he teleported away in a gust of flame.

Kuai’s words fell off as he glanced behind him towards some nearby alleys, looking at noone or nothing in particular before he returned his gaze back to the woman. He smiled warmly yet apologetically, “I appreciate your offer, I truly do, but I need to return home.” He then gave her shoulder a kind pat before he grabbed his wagon, pulling it behind him as he began his journey back to his Temple.

Even if he didn’t take the woman up on the offer, Kuai still got himself something to eat for his long walk ahead of him, remembering that he hadn’t eaten yet that day. By the time he returned home, it was much later than he planned and the moon was high up in the sky as night had fallen. Kuai returned his wagon where he always kept it before he made his way inside his home to get ready for a shower and sleep. He walked through the dark, quiet halls before he reached the bathroom where he stripped to bathe himself. When he exited, he was dressed in the same loose pants that he always slept in and that was it. Just before he was about to approach his bedroom, he stopped just on the other side of the door when he noticed something off.

Kuai furrowed his brows as he glanced to the side of him, listening for a noise that he swore he heard. Staying as he was for several moments, he finally realized who was there with him and he spoke up, “Scorpion? Hanzo, is that you?”

At the sound of his name, Hanzo slowly came around the corner, dressed in such contrast to the cryomancer. The specter was as he always was, fully geared up, hood up and mask on. He was quiet as he met Kuai’s brown eyes with his intense white ones. He stood several feet from Kuai; hands flexing and unflexing slowly into fists and relaxed again.

Kuai didn’t miss the tension in the other man and he spoke casually- they were technically somewhat friends- but he was still cautious, “Is something the matter?”

Hanzo was still quiet at first; jaw tensing under his mask but he eventually breathed out, “You’re home late.”

“Okay?” Kuai more or less muttered out. He watched Hanzo glance away briefly and the cryomancer had to ask, “Why… are you here, Hanzo?”

Hanzo’s eyes flicked to him again, voice becoming more intense as he asked, “Did you stay for dinner?”

Kuai opened his mouth to answer but paused. His body relaxed and he understood. With a long exhale, he said, “So that was you watching me.” He noticed how the specter furrowed his brows hard and the Lin Kuei quickly added calmly, “No, I did not. I got myself some food for the trip back here. That’s why I was late returning home.”

He watched in silence again as Hanzo glanced off once more, hands flexing again as if his mind was racing with conflicting thoughts and the room was becoming noticeably warmer, as if the specter was becoming angered. The last thing Kuai wanted was a fight, even if he would fight if he needed to. He was tired and wished to defuse whatever their situation was before things escalated. He thought of something; a kind gesture as he spoke up to break the ice, “Why don’t you come by tomorrow, Hanzo.” Hanzo quickly looked at him and Kuai gave him a sweet smile, “I can cook you lunch. We can have tea; whatever you’d like just to… put whatever is happening to rest. I think that Kenshi is even coming by tom-”

With the mentioning of the other man’s name, white hot emotion burst within Hanzo and he immediately dashed forward, grabbing Kuai’s shoulders and shoving him hard against the door. Kuai gasped out with the loss of air but managed to snatch Hanzo’s clothes to shove him away if he needed to. Hanzo’s skin was burning and the specter growled out with a deep, flame altered voice, “ Do not say that man’s name to me .”

Kuai was losing his patience quickly, a light coat of sweat already trying to form on his body as he attempted to give the other man a shove, but the specter held him tight to the door. Kuai demanded angrily, “What did he do to you?”

Hanzo dug his nails into Kuai’s shoulders as he retorted with even more heat, “ You , Kuai Liang , dare mention his name to me ? After I am the one to watch over you. I am the one to protect you from harm. I am the one who is always here for you! You mock me! Insult me with your gestures !”

Kuai opened his mouth, confused but trying to figure out exactly what the prime root of Hanzo’s anger was and he tried to defend himself, “I am not mocking y-”

“ Enough! ” Hanzo yelled. He applied more pressure against Kuai, not really knowing himself just how far he was going to let his rage consume him, “I will not have your lies!”

“What,” Kuai grunted out at the pressure and he tried to push back, “what do you want?!”

Finally, Hanzo was the one to now pause; a different emotion from him. Though, the heat did not cease as his white eyes bore a hole through his, the pressure of his back being pressed against the door was relieved when the specter suddenly removed a hand from his skin to open it.

Kuai was being pushed backwards into his bedroom all the way until the back of his knees hit his bed. There, he was pushed until he fell back against the mattress. Leaning up on his elbows, Kuai tried to ask, “What are you-” His words stopped when Hanzo reached down and actually picked him up just to throw him more onto the bed as if he were properly laying down now.

Kuai’s breath hitched in his throat when Hanzo crawled on the bed over him, placing his hand on his collar to push him flat to the mattress. The heat coming from the specter’s body was near overwhelming and, even if the cryomancer was in a deep state of confusion, he noticed how the burning man was breathing heavily as if he was losing his composure. When Kuai spoke up, his voice was very low; careful, “Hanzo…, what are you doing?”

Hanzo’s eyes roamed over Kuai’s beautiful face, down to his throat before he bowed his head to take in the man’s toned body underneath him. The specter wanted to scream, I don’t know but instead, his words came out in pants as he met Kuai’s eyes again, “I want -” he stopped almost as if he was about to choke before he finally answered Kuai’s question from before, “I want you to do… what you’ve done for the last couple nights.”

Initial confusion hit Kuai first as his brows furrowed but realization instantly flooded him as his face shaded with a deep red. His eyes widened and he stole a glance towards his open window before they flicked back to the specter’s white ones. He knew that Hanzo liked to stay close; observe and watch over him but he didn’t think that he’d actually… watch him. He should be disgusted; hate the man over him for violating his privacy so extremely but arousal suddenly flushed through his body, making him gasp. Hanzo was so many things that the man himself would never admit or believe. One of those things being that he was desirable . When Kuai Liang found it in himself to no longer harbor any ounce of hatred towards the other man, he started seeing Hanzo more for who he was both in his past life and present. He was attractive and far kinder than he’d like to think and Kuai found his drive and determination admirable. Hanzo was someone that Kuai admittedly thought about more times than anyone would know and to now see him as such a disheveled mess over him, demanding that he do such filthy things in his presence was affecting the cryomancer a lot more than it probably should have.

“A-and you,” Kuai didn’t deny his request, speaking breathily, “are going to watch…?”

Hanzo exhaled a growl and it made Kuai’s toes curl. The specter nodded almost shakily as his eyes dropped to watch Kuai’s hands go to the top of his pants. Hanzo moved enough to let Kuai lower his clothes as he had done before, freeing his nearly fully hardened cock. The cryomancer gasped softly when Hanzo placed a knee between his legs, making Kuai spread his legs more open. Hanzo watched Kuai bring his hand to his mouth, spitting into his palm for lubrication before he lowered it back down. Watching with near fascination, Kuai noticed how Hanzo’s eyes followed his hand as he wrapped it around his dick, bringing it to full hardness very quickly. He stroked slowly, noticing how Hanzo’s body tensed up with the movement as if it was him receiving the treatment. Oh, it was intoxicating and far more arousing to be watched than the cryomancer could have ever believed.

As the moment continued on, Kuai’s eyes stayed on Hanzo’s mostly covered his face, watching with lust as Hanzo’s stiff, shuddering body remained over him, pulled so tight as if he’d snap, while the specter intently focused on the cryomancer’s pumping hand. Kuai released a moan past his lips and Hanzo’s eyes closed tightly with the rough shiver his body gave. The reaction caused Kuai to jerk a bit faster, mind delving into the thought of how easily he could turn the hellish specter into a disastrous mess; panting, sweating, pleading and feeling pleasure he’d never experienced before. He wondered if he could do it; could break Scorpion down with just a simple touch and he reached up with his other hand, slowly sliding it under his hood but the moment he could feel the specter’s soft hair, Hanzo suddenly snatched it in response.

Finally taking his eyes away from the cryomancer’s dick, with a harsh grip, he pinned Kuai’s other hand firmly to the bed by his head. The action only made Kuai’s eyes become that much more blown with lust as his other hand never stopped jerking himself. He fantasized about tearing Hanzo apart, but he knew that he could be broken just as easily, if not more so. Imagining the roles reversed, Kuai suddenly moaned louder over the thought of Hanzo fucking him so hard that he couldn’t walk for days. Imagined the thought of being rendered completely useless due to his body being completely used by the man over him. Just the thought of Hanzo forcing his fingers in him had his knees lifting a bit with his toes curling. Kuai’s resolve was being tested as more moans poured from him and Hanzo’s eyes fell back to the task at hand. He was nearing his end and, based on how much Hanzo’s body was shivering, he acted as if he was too.

Hanzo could see the precum thickly pooling out of Kuai’s tip as his cock was quickly being worked and he licked his lips from under his mask. He could see how close the other man was becoming and with all his beautiful noises escaping him, Hanzo was painfully hard in his pants; fabric uncomfortably wet from how bad he was leaking with need. Every time Kuai would gasp out sharply, the specter’s cock would jump and he couldn’t fight how close he was too. Kuai’s breathing was increasing, moans hitching in his throat as his stroking was becoming staggered and just when he was about to reach his peak, Hanzo suddenly forced his hand out of the way just to take over.

The unexpected action followed by the quick jerking from the man over him had Kuai crying out loudly as his orgasm became ripped from him. Hanzo gasped loudly as if he couldn’t breathe and his body nearly collapsed over Kuai as the cryomancer began to lock up and cum. Watching the milky shots paint over the cryomancer’s stomach was forcing the madness to return to Hanzo. His mind became a chaotic haze; skin burned intensely as the other man was still cumming . So much seed pumped out along his stomach; over Hanzo’s hand and when the specter glanced up at Kuai’s face in his moment of bliss, it was an absolute mistake that he couldn’t take back.

Seeing Kuai’s face flushed so red, mouth open with desperate cries of pleasure and those beautiful brown eyes meeting his dead white ones, Hanzo lost all composure.

Hanzo’s mind went blank, mouth dropping open with hard sounds that he didn’t recognize to be himself as his body shuddered violently with his own orgasm. His cock throbbed harshly as he came, making a mess within his pants. Hanzo’s head dropped to Kuai’s chest as he whimpered desperate noises. He felt wetness in his eyes from the intensity of his orgasm and when he finally made himself raise his head again, he couldn’t look at the cryomancer. He felt Kuai’s free hand carefully grab his arm but Hanzo moved it away too.

The specter released the cryomancer’s pinned arm just to move down his body, keeping his eyes locked to his coated stomach as they both panted. Hanzo shakily removed his mask, dropping it to the side on the bed before he brought his messy hand to his mouth, licking Kuai’s spend from his fingers.

If Kuai hadn’t just cum, he could have easily become rabid for so much more as he watched Hanzo focus on cleaning his seed from his fingers before he lowered his head to his body. Kuai’s mouth opened to tell the other man that he didn’t need to continue, but he couldn’t make himself tell the eager man no when he felt his tongue on his skin. Kuai’s eyes fluttered closed with the long moan he released. He could feel Hanzo’s tongue swipe slowly across his softening cock and then his stomach, cleaning up the thick load of seed that was spilled on him. His hands held Kuai’s waist as he cleaned him, groaning out low growls as he did so and the cryomancer decided right then that he wanted to be torn apart by the other man. He didn’t care how sensitive he was; how exhausted he was. He would wait for however long it took Hanzo to recover just so the man could use him for as long as he wanted. He wanted to be fucked; he needed the deep, rough penetration and he was arching his body against Hanzo, moaning loudly.

“H-Hanzo, please-! Ugh!” Kuai cried out when Hanzo’s teeth then sunk into the side of his stomach roughly. He looked down at the specter just when he had leaned away. He could barely see the other man’s face by the time he put his mask back on and rose from the bed. Needing more; desperate for more, Kuai lifted his hand, opening his mouth to beg Hanzo to stay but before another sound could leave him, flames engulfed the other man, leaving nothing but the burning scent of ashes within his room.

Hanzo didn’t take Kuai up on his offer of coming by the next day. In fact, he didn’t show up for a while. The shame of what he had done was too much for him to face the other man but he made sure to stay close to the Temple, just to continue his patrols. As he meant to simply wander while he remained on the lookout, he ended up pacing most of the time. He had hoped that giving into his desires would sate them but they honestly just became so much worse. The longer he was away from Kuai, the more he was fighting the urge to run back to him. His mind nagged at him, telling him that if he didn’t have his eyes on him, then something terrible would happen.

Finally stopping with his patrol, Hanzo closed his eyes and groaned out loud in frustration. It had been a few days now. Perhaps he could go back and watch over the cryomancer. He’d wait until night fell before he’d go back. Long enough to where Kuai should already be asleep.

However, when he returned, he stood in the tree that he would stay in to watch the other man within his room and the cryomancer was nowhere to be seen. His shutters were open in his room like they had been but Kuai was not within. Hanzo furrowed his brows as his eyes looked over the rest of the Temple where he could see but most of the other windows were closed now for him to not see. Loathing the biting fear in his gut, Hanzo sighed and teleported from the tree into Kuai’s room.

He paused to glance around, only to set his eyes on the bed. It was still made but that wasn’t what made him hesitate. The last time he saw the bed, he saw Kuai under him and the memory was already incessantly repeating in his mind to where he had to close his eyes and force his head away. Trying to focus on why he was there, he could tell that Kuai had not been in the room recently that day. He cautiously exited the bedroom, walking down the hallway slowly to venture further into the Temple, only to slow to a halt in his steps when he finally heard Kuai Liang’s voice with another that couldn’t be mistaken.

Laughter carried down the halls and straight to Hanzo; fueling him like gasoline in a bonfire. It was that bastard, Kenshi , with Kuai Liang again . How many times the man had to come visit, Hanzo couldn’t fucking stand it. Not anymore. Kuai had invited Hanzo over, mentioning that other man’s name and now that the specter didn’t show, he already had the blind swordsman taking his place. Flames licked at his fingertips but he didn’t bother extinguishing them as he silently moved towards an open doorway, showing him the inside of a common area. There, he saw Kuai openly laughing as Kenshi was finishing up with whatever stupid story he was telling.

“-He couldn’t find it!” Kenshi laughed, “We tried to tell him- even Suchin was literally-” in that moment, he suddenly stopped with his words. When Kuai stopped laughing to look at the other man, the blind swordsman tilted his head slightly, turning it more towards the doorway where Hanzo stood, “We’re not alone.”

At those words, Kuai looked over immediately to see Hanzo standing there watching the two. Fire was openly burning lazily along the specter’s fingers and the cryomancer stood quickly, holding his hand towards Kenshi, “Kenshi, please, go ahead and leave. I can handle this.”

Hanzo took some steps into the room now, radiating malice and Kenshi stood next, brows furrowing hard. The swordsman hovered his hand over Sento, “Kuai, I don’t think he’s here to chat.”

“I got this,” Kuai stressed, keeping his eyes on Hanzo in case the other man made any sudden movements.

“No, I can’t-”

“ Please ,” Kuai interrupted Kenshi’s plea with one of his own. “Trust me; that’s all I ask.”

Kenshi hesitated but then pressed his lips together tightly. He cautiously retrieved the device he would use to portal back home and was about to quickly devise a plan to ambush the hellish revenant, but the thoughts of Kuai rang loudly through his head, “I can calm him down. I need you to go far from here; go home. I promise I will be safe.” Pausing with a sigh, the swordsman chose to trust the cryomancer and without wasting another moment, he portalled himself home.

Now that it was just the two, Kuai lowered his hand that was initially towards Kenshi, just to speak at the specter with great annoyance, “What are you doing here, Hanzo? What is the meaning of this confrontation?”

“You,” Hanzo was furious, “had him here ? Again ?! You two are awfully close .”

Kuai wanted to roll his eyes but fought the urge to. He, however, didn’t back down with his own anger, “Yes, we are and that’s truly none of your business.” He could see how the flames became even more wild on the other man’s body but he didn’t care, “You don’t have the right to behave this way to me ! I don’t owe you anything!”

“So what about-” Hanzo began to yell as he stepped closer but stopped himself abruptly.

Kuai had a feeling that he knew what the man was going to say and he took a step closer too, “What about the other night?” When Hanzo didn’t correct him, the cryomancer continued, “You mean how you left ? I wanted you to stay; I tried but you vanished! You’ve been gone for two weeks and decide to show up now ?”

Hanzo felt at a loss for words as he blinked. Had it really been two weeks? He knew he had been gone for days but he didn’t bother keeping up with the time. And when Kuai said that he wanted him to stay, did he mean it? The words twisted the specter’s heart, making his anger die quickly as well as making his muscles feel weak. He stared at the other man, not really paying attention to how Kuai sighed hard and calmed down too.

Even if Kuai was glad that Hanzo was already defusing, his voice was still firm, “I don’t think you realize just how much I truly appreciate your concern for me, Hanzo, but this behavior is unacceptable. If there is something you need to say, or something you want me to know, then just talk to me. Communicate with something that’s not violence.”

He gave the specter time to answer; a long time for anyone with a rational sense of patience but after so long when there was nothing, Kuai sighed with a little disappointment, “If there is truly nothing, then I’m going to ask you to leave my home.”

“Do you…,” Hanzo started to say finally now that he was on the brink of being kicked out. His voice was lower but Kuai had given him his full attention, waiting with even more patience for him to continue. The specter didn’t know exactly how to ask his question, and he didn’t think he wanted the answer but before he left, he forced himself to speak, “Do you think of him… when you’re alone at night…?”

Kuai wanted to be a little annoyed over how the other man still remained bent out of shape over Kenshi but he couldn’t. He could see that the idea actually hurt Hanzo and Kuai was not someone to exploit someone’s emotional pain like that. He instead sighed lowly, answering calmly, “I’m not sure you’d believe it… but no. I’ve never thought about him in any romantic or sexual way.” He watched as Hanzo’s tense body shuddered lightly with the exhale he gave and the cryomancer then began to approach him to close the last bit of space between them.

“I want to tell you something, Hanzo.” Kuai began as he closed the distance, raising his hand and gently placing it against the specter’s chest. Hanzo was silent as he allowed the other man to touch him so carefully. The cryomancer met his eyes and continued, “Why I wanted you to stay the other night was more than to just have you near me. I wanted you to use me .” The specter’s white eyes widened and the reaction caused heat to pool within Kuai’s gut as he then applied pressure against the other man’s chest, making him take some steps back towards the wall.

Kuai explained, “I wanted you to grab me, position me in whatever way suited you. Wanted you to violate me in any sinful way you could imagine….” He grinned when he could see the hard puff of air escape through Hanzo’s mask by the two men’s severe temperature difference between them. He continued to push the burning man back until he had hit the wall behind him and Kuai leaned close to him, speaking wickedly, “I wanted you to fuck me, Hanzo Hasashi, until the sun came up. Wanted you to render me completely senseless to where I was nothing but a pathetic, sobbing mess. Wanted to be so thoroughly used to where if any one did show up, there’d be no mistaking who I belonged to.”

Hanzo’s breathing had noticeably increased and there was no hiding how turned on he had become just listening to the vile things the other man was telling him. He actually yelped when Kuai suddenly grabbed his crotch tightly, leaning close enough to where his lips were nearly brushing against the golden mask as he said with his deep voice, “And I should be very upset with you right now. Force you to leave my home and never come back. But I am weak when it comes to you…. And I want everything that I just said right now and if you even dare try to leave, then I think I’ll have to be tempted to kill you.”

All he needed was for Hanzo to nod and Kuai nearly shivered from the permission. He didn’t want to waste any time as he now grabbed Hanzo’s pants, undoing them quickly before he shoved them down enough to free his dick.

Never could Hanzo have expected this sort of outcome, nor what he was about to receive and he was completely speechless; the only thing his body could seem to remember was how to breathe, though that was a struggle too. He watched as the beautiful man dropped to his knees without hesitation, grabbed a hold of the thick, hard cock in front of him and quickly shoved it into his mouth.

Hanzo’s eyes nearly rolled back and his body jerked from the touch of the other man. Kuai began to suck tightly, lips wrapped securely as his tongue hungrily stroked wherever it could and the specter was quickly moaning out loudly. At first, Hanzo’s hands clawed at the wall behind him before they finally reached forward, fisting the cryomancer’s short hair painfully as the man bobbed so eagerly for a while. Hanzo nearly jumped when Kuai pushed himself so deep onto his cock to where his throat was felt being opened up. As soon as the specter felt the head breach into the tight, surprisingly hot throat, his moans turned into desperate cries. Kuai was too good at what he was doing, sucking the other man off as if it were his profession and Hanzo couldn’t take it anymore.

He held onto Kuai’s short hair as if his life depended on it as he let himself go. Hanzo cried out roughly, body tensing up as his dick throbbed in the other man’s throat, releasing a heavy load of cum straight down it. 

When Kuai could tell that Hanzo was completely spent, he slowly slid his head off of the hefty cock in his mouth, sucking strongly still to get every last drop out which only made Hanzo whimper more. He then stood up, yanking Hanzo’s pants back up but still holding onto them as he ordered with a rough, used voice, “Follow me. We’re not even close to being done yet.”

Hanzo could only nod in a haze as Kuai pulled him along. They moved through the Temple until they reached the cryomancer’s room. Kuai pushed Hanzo to sit on the bed as he then left towards the bedside drawer, pulling out a vial of lube. When he glanced over, noticing that the specter was watching him, the cryomancer admitted with no shame, “Since you left, I’ve still touched myself at night, thinking of all the different things you could do to me.” He approached Hanzo’s side as he began disrobing. Kuai pulled his shirt off first before he impatiently kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. He was completely bare as he stood before the other man who stared at him with a deep longing.

As much as Kuai would love Hanzo to be naked too, he was so horny that he didn’t care and he grabbed Hanzo’s hand, applying a generous amount of lube to his fingers before he set the vial down on the floor. He then put one knee on the bed by Hanzo’s lap before he stretched his other leg out to put his foot on the bed, as if kneeling over the specter. Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s lubed hand and brought his fingers to be behind him, watching at how Hanzo gasped when he brushed over the cryomancer’s entrance.

“And I,” Kuai’s voice was shaking with need, “fingered myself to the thought of you. W-wishing that it was your cock filling me up….”

Hanzo’s heart was in his throat; his hellfire threatening to consume his entire body from the inside out. It was almost painful at how bad his dick was twitching after he had just cum, but listening to the filthy things Kuai was telling him; being so close to being able to fuck him was bringing all the madness back. Kuai’s mouth opened to say something more but before he could, Hanzo suddenly shoved two fingers into the man, not even giving him much time to adjust before he was already forcing a third in.

Kuai cried out from the painful, blissful intrusion as he clung to the other man. He closed his eyes tightly as Hanzo wasted no time in stretching him, pounding his fingers as deep as he could while scissoring him open. When he opened his eyes, he could see how Hanzo was watching his face; watching his expression. Kuai’s skin was flushing with a deep blush. His mouth was open as he panted out his moans and all he wanted to do was to kiss the other man right then. He brought a hand to Hanzo’s face, caressing the mask he still wore before he leaned in, kissing the piece of armor as his eyes closed.

Hanzo stuttered in his task, eyes widening a touch as Kuai kissed him. The hand on his mask slid to his hair, fingers tangling into the soft, black hair that was pulled into a tight bun under his hood. Hanzo raised his free hand for a moment, hesitating on what he wanted to do before he finally leaned his head away from Kuai, breaking the one sided kiss. When the cryomancer gave him a curious look, Hanzo gave in and pulled his mask off, throwing it to the side.

Even as Hanzo’s fingers still worked their way deeper into him, Kuai smiled with his moans as he could see the specter’s gorgeous face. The cryomancer now pushed the other man’s hood off, showing more of him off as he leaned in quickly to kiss him properly.

Hanzo’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact. He didn’t kiss Kuai back at first; he was messy with the action. When he did press his lips against the other man’s, he gasped at how the intimate contact electrified his body with a renowned sense of need and arousal. With his lips parted, Kuai swiped his tongue within and Hanzo greeted the intrusion desperately, seeking out the other man’s touch in every single way he could. He could taste his own cum on the other man’s tongue and knowing that it was because his cock was just down his throat not too long ago made his dick swell up painfully with lust. He was ready; ready to fuck the other man as hard as he could. To give him the message, Hanzo took his free hand and smacked Kuai’s ass roughly, forcing the other man to release a surprised, pained cry.

Hanzo slid his fingers out of the other man, grabbing his hips to make him move and Kuai eagerly did. He stood up when the specter did and Hanzo then regarded the bed, “On your hands and knees.”

The specter watched as Kuai listened with no hesitation, crawling on his bed by his hands and knees, spreading his legs and giving him the perfect view of his hanging, hard cock, his balls pulled tight as if he could cum at any moment and his lubed, stretched hole. Hanzo growled deeply at the sight, impatiently pulling his armor off now as he tossed aside his shirt finally, leaving him in his pants and boots. Kicking his boots off next, Hanzo stood behind the waiting man, pushing his pants down to free his aching cock and he used what lube was left on his fingers to slick himself up.

“Look at you,” Hanzo cooed sinfully. His other hand spread one of Kuai’s ass cheeks and the cryomancer was basically shaking in anticipation. The specter stroked himself lazily as his other thumb pressed against the entrance that he was about to violate, speaking huskily, “Ready like a whore. Ready to be fucked; to be used like one….”

Kuai shuddered at the degrading talk, moaning over the thought of being used like a stranger and his hands fisted into the bedsheets. He felt the mattress sink behind him as Hanzo got on his knees behind him, pressing his lubed up cock to the entrance. The specter’s hands gripped Kuai’s hips tightly as he steadily began to push himself in.

The stretch burned; the sensation of being filled so completely made Kuai nearly cum the deeper the other man pushed in. It was intense; fucking amazing and when Hanzo began thrusting in at a brutal pace, the cryomancer nearly fell on his face against the bed.

Once Hanzo noticed Kuai’s faltered position, he yanked the other man hard against him, forcing him to remain up on his hands and knees, ordering harshly, “No, don’t you dare fall. You will stay like this, being fucked, being bred like the whore you are…!” He fucked harder and Kuai sobbed out in pleasure. He then cried out when Hanzo smacked his ass roughly, barking out, “Do you understand me?!”

“Y-yes! Yes, Hanzo, yes…!” Kuai moaned out. His head fell forward, hanging low as he locked his arms at his elbows to keep himself upright on his hands and knees. His eyes were rolling back, fingers aching at how hard he was fisting the bedsheets and drool slipped past his parted lips as he could only moan and sob during the pounding he was receiving.

It was so much better than he could have ever imagined; Hanzo just simply using him. Feeling the other man’s hands holding him in a bruising grip, nails digging into his flesh as his throbbing cock brutalized his hole. The intense wave of pure pleasure coursing through him incessantly hit every time the other man thrust against his prostate. He was grateful for when Hanzo panted out, “Cum as you need to, whore. I’m going to keep breeding you,” because Kuai was nearly screaming out his orgasm as his cock jumped as he came. Long, white ropes shot out on his bed under him as the other man never stopped or relented in his movement.

Hanzo didn’t lie. Kuai couldn’t even think about wondering how long they were going at it. All he noticed past the pain, pleasure, oversensitivity and intoxication was that he was being fucked for so long, his dick had gotten hard all over again and it hurt. At one point, the weight of Hanzo rested over his back and Kuai was moaning at the contact, relishing in how the other man’s arms wrapped around him to fuck him closer and deeper. Hanzo wasn’t as loud as Kuai, but he was a panting, moaning mess too. He was shifting between growling and whimpering as the fucking dragged on but it eventually became him being unable to breathe properly. Hanzo’s breath was hitching in his throat, his body shaking as he pressed his face against the back of Kuai’s shoulder. High pitched moans were escaping his throat and Hanzo held the other man so tight as he finally began to cum, nearly crying at the wave of pleasure wracking him. He pressed his hips close, thrusting shallowly as he made sure to fill the other man up as much as he possibly could.

Kuai’s arms were shaking from the weight he was holding up. He was panting roughly, head still hanging low as he looked down at the bed under him. It was coated in his own cum and a thick bead of precum was already on the tip of his straining cock. He could feel the hot seed of Hanzo within him and he just knew that he could cum again so easily due to that alone. He hissed when Hanzo began to pull out of him slowly, just to moan out strongly when the other man’s fingers pushed into his entrance.

Kuai was so loose after the long fucking and Hanzo easily had three fingers pushed in deep, pumping slowly. He was panting heavily, feeling his seed on his fingers as he almost sounded frustrated, “Not… not enough….”

The cryomancer released a huff of breath almost like an exhausted laugh, responding brokenly, “W-we… we have time, Hanzo…. We can continue….”

Hanzo gasped at how badly he needed to simply breathe as he sat back on the bed. Kuai very slowly turned over, nearly collapsing on his side as he watched Hanzo already begin stroking his softened dick in hopes to get it ready again. Kuai grinned with exhaustion before he pushed his body up, reaching for the other man.

Hanzo let Kuai guide him into laying down on a clean part of the bed as the cryomancer got over him. Hanzo was too out of it to fully realize what was happening by the time the other man’s weight rested on top of him. Kuai’s hands roamed up his chest, to his neck before they held his face as he kissed the specter deeply. Hanzo’s eyes closed as he moaned into the kiss, parting his lips for the sweet taste of the other man’s tongue to fill his mouth.

It was a break in the lust, though the passion was so much stronger than it had been. Kuai kissed Hanzo with longing, letting his hands feel the burning man’s smooth skin, cherishing how much the other man was shivering under him.

It had been so long since Hanzo had felt such intimate contact. So long since he’d been touched in a way that wasn’t brutal or cruel and Kuai’s affection was going to consume him. It was a new heat, a new flame that wasn’t of hellfire and hatred. Just the idea of saying the name of what was making his heart swell with affection almost hurt. The last time he had felt that way was towards his lost wife and the memory of that made Hanzo release a groan of pain. When Kuai realized something was wrong, he tried to lean away but Hanzo’s hands grabbed his face and pulled him back down, kissing him desperately as if he couldn’t have him go.

As much as the memory liked to tear him apart, Hanzo knew that right then it was just him and Kuai Liang. He worried about regrets later, only knowing that all he wanted was the man over him. The man who reminded him of his late wife. The one who made Hanzo feel like he was a better person than what he felt. Kuai Liang was all that mattered to him.

Kuai slowly pulled his lips away, bringing his hand back up to caress Hanzo’s face and he smiled when the other man closed his eyes from the touch. When his dead, white eyes opened back up to meet his, the cryomancer spoke lowly; intimately to the man under him, “Hanzo…, I’ve been… troubled since I’ve lost my clan. … I know you of all people understand that. The pain of it all; the survivor’s guilt…. I didn’t know that loneliness would hurt more than any kombat. But then you came into my life and chose on your own to watch over me. … You made sure that I was never alone. You made sure that I felt safe. I was only able to find sleep again because I knew you would protect me….”

Kuai smiled more when he could see how Hanzo’s breath caught again in his throat and the response was something he cherished in the other man. Something he found adorable and almost vulnerable. The cryomancer stroked the other man’s face with his thumb as he continued, “You made me feel happy again; allowed me to reach out and make friends. To work towards something that I wanted. Because of you , Hanzo Hasashi, all I can think about is you-”

“I love you,” Hanzo suddenly said.

This time, Kuai’s breath became caught but he eventually huffed and smiled. He leaned down closer, bringing his lips to Hanzo’s strongly, parting them just to respond while his lips brushed against the other’s as he spoke, “I love you too, Hanzo.” He moaned when Hanzo’s arms wrapped around his back, hugging him in close as he kissed him deeply, shoving his tongue into his mouth to taste him again. He acted as if he needed the contact and Kuai could never fathom the idea of denying him of such. The sweet longing between them began to grow all over again into heated desire the longer they made out. Hanzo’s hands began to roam lower on Kuai until the cryomancer then pulled away, tugging on the pants that Hanzo still wore.

Getting the hint, Hanzo leaned up as Kuai sat back on his knees. He pushed his pants off completely, throwing them to the floor and he was now completely naked along with the other man. He grabbed the cryomancer quickly just as he straddled his lap. Kuai leaned in and kissed the specter as he reached under him to guide Hanzo’s hardened cock to his entrance. Their moment of blissful sweetness became washed away by the need of being stuffed full all over again as Kuai sunk himself down on the other man’s length.

Sitting up in his lap, Kuai held Hanzo around his shoulders, pulling the other man’s long black hair out of the bun to let it fall down his back. Hanzo’s hands held Kuai’s waist as the cryomancer began to ride him impatiently. They were both already so worked, oversensitive and tired but the room became filled with loud moans, heavy breathing and the slapping of skin as the specter would thrust up every time to smack against Kuai’s ass. Their lips met messily as they held each other through their fucking. When Kuai started whimpering out sharply, clawing into the other man’s skin, they broke their kiss for Hanzo to look down between them just as the cryomancer began to cum again.

Hanzo watched the ropes of cum paint his own body and it made him throb over knowing that it was Kuai’s spend making him a mess. The load wasn’t as big as it was before, but it was enough to make the specter lick his lips.

Kuai’s body was trembling; he didn’t know how much more he could actually go on with what he started but when he noticed how Hanzo was fixated on his spent seed, an exhausted smile spread on his lips and his voice was wavering, “Y-you call me a whore a-and yet you-” he sucked in a sharp breath over how Hanzo was still fucking up into him. He panted loudly, looking between them now too as he took his shaking fingers and wiped up a stripe of cum, bringing it to Hanzo’s mouth.

The specter looked at Kuai quickly but didn’t stop as the other man pushed his messy fingers into his mouth. Hanzo moaned, eyes closing and rolling back as he sucked the other man’s fingers clean, getting off to the taste of his cum.

“You c-can,” Kuai was almost crying from how sensitive he was, “breed m-me when you clean yourself up….” He grinned when he saw how eagerly Hanzo nodded and the cryomancer wanted to tease him for being so desperate, but with how badly he was desired, it was too hot and flattering to poke fun at. He loved how much Hanzo loved him and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. He did his best to keep riding the other man as he would slowly wipe his cum from the specter’s stomach, bringing his fingers to his mouth for him to clean them before he’d repeat the action. Once he was done, Hanzo wrapped his arms around Kuai in a painfully tight grip, leaning them over until Kuai was on his back and the specter was over him.

Hanzo held him as he fucked him with renewed energy, pounding against the other man’s prostate brutally. All moans from the cryomancer were long lost to nothing but sobs and pleas. He was near screaming, begging for more even as his body was giving out. He encouraged Hanzo on, pleading to be filled and the specter couldn’t deny him his request any longer.

Hanzo came again. This time, he pulled his cock out until just the tip remained in as he shook harshly from the orgasm that crashed over him. He didn’t know how he had so much cum left in him but he released a strangled cry every time he felt another shot become pumped out of him. Kuai was doing worse than he was; visibly trembling as his head was thrown back, mouth wide open and tears streaming down his face. His body was a shade of dark red; chest heaving and covered in sweat.

Hanzo held his breath as he pulled his tip out, gasping when he looked down between them. He leaned back on his knees, watching his seed slowly spill out of Kuai’s abused hole and the animalistic urge to claim the other man within him felt sated. He then looked up at Kuai, who still couldn’t breathe properly and he leaned over him, holding his face to make the cryomancer look at him.

Kuai managed to kiss Hanzo when the other man leaned in, but when his eyes closed the moment he felt the specter drop his body next to his to lay down on the bed, his consciousness slipped as he blacked out in a deep, deep sleep.

It wasn’t morning by the time Kuai had woken up, but sometime later in the afternoon. The sun was still up but most of the day was already gone. Kuai was on his back, body instantly greeting him with pain as he ached and felt completely filthy. Just shifting lightly let him feel Hanzo’s multiple loads slipping from him. As he tried to move, he realized there was a heavy weight on him and when he turned his head to look, it was Hanzo sound asleep on him.

The specter had his head on the cryomancer’s shoulder, resting a little on his chest. His arm was wrapped securely around Kuai’s waist and at some point in the night, Hanzo must have gotten a clean blanket to cover them up with. The contact made Kuai feel fuzzy and warm and a genuinely happy smile spread across his lips. He brought his hand to the sleeping revenant’s face, caressing sweetly before he carded his fingers through his long hair. Hanzo didn’t wake, but he shifted and groaned softly, hugging Kuai’s body closer to his. Kuai let his eyes close again, holding Hanzo against him too, thinking about how he couldn’t ask for anything better. Despite all the horrors and pain within their lives, right then, Kuai Liang had everything he wanted.