A/N: A very happy new year to everyone, this is my second Fic. something I just had in my mind for a long time now & thought of sharing it. Anyways, this one is rather different from my previous one. Takes place in a different universe without any curse & Tekken rules but the Same Characters so nothing belongs to me. Kazuya is a rich boy, him & Jun were best friends in high school & further on in the story.
I have not given up on my previous story. Thank you for all the love I've gotten from there, I'll be updating it soon it's an absolute joy when I write these fics. I hope this turns out just as well. although it's related to a more normal life style.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
For the briefest second, she hesitated, before squeezing his hand tighter.
"Yes," she whispered, running her other hand over the space between them in the bed. "I'm eighteen. I'm ready."
"But-" he began. Before dropping his eyes because she could tell when he was lying, practically read him like a book, "We don't love each other."
Lies, his heart said. You've loved her for years.
She reached out, tangling her fingers in the hem of his white t-shirt, fiddling distractedly with the cotton as she dipped her own head a little. "I know Kazuya," she admitted in a breathy sigh, "But I want my first time to be with someone I care about - who cares about me. And we're best friends, right?"
"Yeah," he nodded, feeling spikes of warmth in his belly when her fingertips glanced off the skin of his stomach. "But what if you meet someone, maybe in college, and you regret it-"
"I won't regret it," she promised. "It's not like all the other love birds on campus. It's us. And maybe it's better that there are no romantic feelings?" she suggested, her palm now flat on his stomach as she inched a little closer, he could feel himself stirring to life inside his boxer briefs. "Less complicated."
"I guess," he sighed, his forehead scrunching together, his brain and heart at war with each other.
This is what you've wanted for so long!
But I didn't want it this way. That constant battle between his heart & brain.
"If you're sure." he asked again and she laughed, just a little.
"Kazuya, I've said yes a thousand times. Geez, I'm offering myself to you on a plate. Way to make a girl feel wanted-"
He knew she was teasing him, like she always did, but he couldn't help the flush that burned his cheeks.
If only she knew.
Releasing his hand, she reached up and brushed her thumb over his cheek, "Look, my parents are away, we might not get the chance again before the summer is over-"
"Okay," he smiled, swallowing hard, suddenly appreciating the sheerness of the tank top she was wearing and the hint of bra that peeked over the top. "So how should we-?"
Jeez, he felt like a fool. Laying there, stock still, unsure what move to make. It wasn't like he hadn't been in similar situations with other girls. But this was Jun.
Her lashes were fluttering. Was she nervous too? She licked her lips.
"Maybe if we kiss first?" she suggested, a little bashfully.
She made the move. Edging her head forward, she had to tilt her chin a little to reach his lips. Both their heads were resting on the pillows where they lay atop her bed. The angle was a little awkward to begin with until their lips met-
"Mmmm," he moaned softly as her mouth pressed against his. Her hand grasped his waist, tugging him closer while her other fingers began to slip into the hair at the base of his skull. Her tongue scraped against his, dipping into his mouth with a urgency that took him by surprise.
Jun Kazama was kissing him.
His mind was struggling to keep pace with what was happening. Thankfully, his body was able to make up the difference.
Somehow he found himself leaning closer, gently rolling her backwards until he was above her, nudging apart her knees so he could settle between her legs. Legging out a gentle, 'umph' when their hips made contact and he could just feel her heat.
Her hands were now on his back, under his shirt, tugging it higher until they had to part lips as he pulled it over his head to one side and tossed it aside. Their eyes met shyly. Both panting a little, both with a coy smile on their face.
"Hi," he whispered, feeling dumb the instant he said it.
"Hey," she echoed, looking as coy as he felt.
Hovering above her, resting on his forearms, he was dumbstruck for a moment.
With her pink cheeks and messed up hair she was more gorgeous than ever.
Fuck, he thought.
But then her legs were wrapping around his, her hips rolling, turning them over until she was sat above him, pressing against his now hard cock. "Shit," he whispered shakily.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yeah," he nodded, unable to form more than one word at a time.
So they just watched each other for a moment (he was pretty sure she was pressing herself down on him, just a little.) Her fingers toyed with the hem of her tank top, almost like she was gathering up the courage.
He swallowed hard, "If you've changed your mind-"
"Shhh," she hushed, shaking her head, peeling the material from her skin, agonisingly slowly, revealing inch after inch of tanned skin. Until, just in her bra and shorts she started to reach down to kiss him again, but he lunged up and met her half way, wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing her for all he was worth.
Tugging down her bra straps, the kiss became desperate, too much teeth and tongue, but she didn't seem to care. Her fingernails were digging into his shoulders and he welcomed the pain - it meant this was real, it was happening (if only for one night, if only the once).
He found the clasp of her bra just as she started to grind her hips against his in tight little circles that had him gasping, "Fuck, Jun…" into her ear as he took a quick breath.
Quickly she released him and let her bra fall down. He cupped her breasts, just the right size for his hands, gently squeezing her nipples, feeling their weight, wondering at just how perfect she was.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," he muttered, pulling a nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue as she breathily whispered back.
"Thankyou Mishima, you're not so bad yourself."
Damn, he loved it when she called him by his last name.
Suddenly confident, his hands reached for her ass as he continued his ministrations with his tongue, squeezing it tightly, letting each sensation of touching her body linger in his mind. Savouring the experience to relive another day.
He pressed her back into the comforter behind her, dragging his mouth over her body, his fingers trailing after, as she tossed her hands above her head and sighed heavily. Each touch of his mouth made her body start a little, flinches of her stomach, rises of her hips, until he reached the waist band of her shorts and he paused, quickly looking up her body for permission.
She understood, wordlessly nodding as he sucked in a breath, digging his fingers inside the material, slowly pulling down shorts and underwear in one move.
Jun was naked. With him. Laid out like he'd dreamed of.
(But, fuck, this was better than any dream).
Clambering back to her, he smoothed his hand over her hips, thumbing the prominent bones, dropping little courage, working up a little courage, until he bashfully asked, "Can I…?"
His eyes dropped. He couldn't say it.
And damn, if she didn't seem as nervous when he looked back at her face. "Um, yeah, I mean, only if you want to-"
"-I do-" He bit back a sharp response and instead said, "Tonight's just about you, Jun."
And so what if it was cheesy as hell? It was true and he planned to be as good to her as he could.
Not wanting to talk more, not wanting nerves to sneak in and steal away the moment, he began pressing further kisses down her hips and thighs, tracing circles with his fingers, enjoying the way she wriggled underneath him and how her breath came short. Gently, he parted her legs, settling between her hips, parting her folds with his fingers as he drew his tongue along her heat.
"Fuck," she whispered, her legs wrapping higher against his body, his jeans feeling uncomfortably tight with her body so close and her scent and taste overwhelming him.
Swirling his tongue against her, he sank a finger inside, working it deeper until he was enveloped in her heat. It was clear how ready she was, how wet she felt, the steady rocking of her hips against his mouth, urging him quicker, harder-
He slipped in another finger, scissoring them, loosening her muscles, preparing her - he didn't want it to hurt. He wanted her to enjoy it. Enjoy him.
"Oh my god," she cried softly, raising her knees until the heels of her feel were digging into his waist and her body was arching off the bed. Then she suddenly froze and lifted herself up on palms. "I'm ready."
Pausing, he licked his lips. "Now?"
She nodded, reaching down to run a hand through his hair, her eyes dark with want (and what he fucking hoped was lust).
Dumbstruck for a moment he shuffled off the bed and began to undo his jeans, letting them fall to the floor- crawling under the covers, drawing them up to her chin, watching him as he fumbled with his boxer briefs, giggling a little when he almost fell over until their eyes met and the laughter died. He climbed into the bed beside her not a moment too soon.
"So-"
"If you ask if I'm sure again, I'm going to sock you one Mishima."
"Oh I wouldn't," he replied, suddenly feeling the seriousness of what he was - they were - about to do. And there he was, rolling on top of her, sighing as her legs parted, resting up his forearms as she reached down and lined him up with her entrance.
"Ready?" he whispered.
"Mmmhmmm."
One small push and he paused watching her face, checking for signs of pain, before continuing. Biting back a moan as he sank into her tight, wet, delicious heat.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she smiled.
"No pain?"
She shook her head. "Just feels… a little, strange."
"I'll take care of that," he promised, kissing her forehead before beginning to withdraw and pivot his hips in a slow, measured rhythm.
"That's good," she murmured after a minute or so, shuffling down a little in the bed and hooking her feet together around his ass, "I can feel you so deep…"
And he was fighting the urge to just give into his desires and drive into her harder, faster. They seemed to fit perfectly together, her muscles flexing around him as he lifted her hips to his, meeting his thrusts.
Her hands flattened against his chest as he leaned down to kiss her, unable to resist tasting her lips again.
He was scared. Scared it would be his last chance.
"You can go faster-" she whispered in his ear.
So he picked up the pace, still holding back a little, trying to show some restraint, letting one hand wander over her breasts and stomach, memorising its feel, stemming the tide of desire inside until the dam broke. And he was falling, panting, pulsing inside her, shaking and jittering as he muttered curses mixed with her name.
Breathing heavy, he sank down, being careful not to crush her.
"I'm sorry-" he began.
"Don't be," she insisted, placing a hand on his forearm and looking up into his eyes. "I - I liked it. A lot-"
"But you didn't, you know…"
"I didn't expect to," she laughed lightly. Then her face became serious, "I don't regret it."
His anxiety faded as the adrenaline sank from his veins and he settled into simple tired happiness.
There was an awkward moment of separating and dealing with the condom where meeting each other's eye seemed impossible. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his jeans, scrunching his brow as she realised it was all over. "I guess I need to go, you know, it's late."
"You could stay?" she offered, "I mean, if you want to. There's the guest room, and-"
"Okay," he replied, before she could finish.
After high school Kazuya went abroad to America for further studies. Obeying his Father and following in the footsteps that his old man had planned for his son, to become a big ass, successful businessman like him. Whereas Jun stayed here (in Japan) and got a job in an animal shelter and they never crossed paths again...
...9 years later...
Kazuya attended a party in one of the most expensive five star hotels in Japan. The event was arranged in the Penthouse and was considered a very important party for all the elites: businessmen, ministers etc. Kazuya was obviously next in line to take over the Mishima Zaibatsu, which is why it was so important for him to attend, even if he hated it; to him, its events like these that made him feel like a posh showpiece. Every woman would magically loop their arms around him. Now he admits he comes with the whole package; but seriously ladies, he's not a luxurious handbag meant to be around your arm. Back off already!
But according to his father, Kazuya was like a gold mine. He would often encourage his son to be impressive in front of people especially ladies so that he may use it to take advantage of others by striking a business deal to expand the ziabatsu. Impressive; Heihachi encouraged his own son to be a sacrificial lamb. Unfortunately for Heihachi; his son was highly picky when it came to the elites.
Kazuya was really hoping for this thing to somehow get cancelled. When it started raining, he was certain that he was off the hook for the evening. But nope. When his father gave the order he had to oblige. However, he did think of a way for him not to be miserable alone. He took his phone and texted his best friend, Bruce Irvin.
B: hey man, wanna hang out?
K: nah man have to go to the stupid party.
B: what's with you? It's a party you're supposed to enjoy it.
K: you don't know what these parties are like man. Suck the life out of you.
B: Oh come on man; now you're exaggerating.
K: oh yeah? Come along with me and find out for yourself. After the first five minutes you're going to want to live in a dumpster.
Bruce was a famous Mui Thai fighter, who was on a world tour. Bruce & Kazuya were roommates when he went to States and have been best buddies ever since. Kazuya lived in the same hotel as the event took place, just in a suite a few floors below. Of course he had to live up to the shiny-bachelor-celebrity profile. While Bruce rented one of the normal and affordable rooms. No biggie for him especially since his work was more outside than in.
The two boys entered the penthouse together; slow, pleasant music, people wearing expensive outfits. Big luminous chandeliers, waiter serving champagne, pure ambiance of snobs. They were greeted by some people near the door. Kazuya and Bruce smiled and waved as they pass through. 'Oh my God, make it stop!' Bruce spoke from behind his toothy smile.
'Told you' Kazuya he raised his eyebrows and agreed.
'It's like I'm in a place, where time won't pass' Bruce acted in horror as he spoke.
'Ready to eat your words?' Kazuya smiled as the newbie perished.
'Bro I'm so sorry. Kind of sucks being you' Bruce pitied.
While Bruce drank champagne, something in the crowd got a hold of Kazuya's attention. He saw a kid, looking directly at him. It caught his attention because that child start out in the crowd. Wearing baggy pants, a purple hoodie and red joggers. He had black short messy hair innocent eyes and the face of confusion. But as people pass from in front of him, he vanished. Kazuya thought he probably was seeing things. But the look on that child's face just pulled Kazuya like a magnet. He couldn't notice anyone else in the room except that kid. No music, no people, was there a reason for such a feeling? Seeing Kazuya so lost in thought Bruce snap him out of it.
'What's Wrong bro?'
'I saw a kid there.' Pointing at the exact spot.
'So?'
'you don't get it, children aren't allowed at these parties.' he can't shake the feeling but something was odd. How the hell did that kid ever get in?
Kazuya finally got to his suite way past midnight. Bruce came along with him as they were having one of their guy talks. Bruce couldn't stop laughing at what his friend was telling him. 'So you've narrowed it down to how many?'
'Rikona, Miyuki & Toshi (brunette, blonde and redheads)' these three ladies have been given for him to choose as betroth.
'So which one is it?'
'Don't know have to take each of them out on a date, coming week then I'll tell Dad my final answer.'
'I thought you already knew this chick from before?'
'Yeah but days and one night stands are different for marriage; requires love.'
Bruce laughed harder 'love?! Since when do you believe in that?'
'Since you have to see the same person's face every morning.'
'Yeah man, but you know what I mean. Kazuya Mishima can't afford love. Even if he could-'
'My father would rip it out?' Kazuya amused.
They were interrupted by a couple of knocks on the door. Wondering if he had ordered any room service, otherwise who could be this late at night. He picked up the door knob to look at the person on the other side. His eyes darted downwards and his smart disappeared. There was the same small boy with the purple hoodie and red joggers, standing right in front of him. Except now, from head to toe he was soaking wet. Bruce walked behind Kazuya pulling the door more open to see the boy standing in the hallway. With the water dripping from his short spiky hair in front of his face, making a watery stain on the floor. The hotel air conditioners making the boy shiver even inside his coat. Bruce's eyes furrowed in question to this kid that may be his friend knew him; obviously he was wrong.
'May I help you?' Kazuya finally asked.
'Are you, Kazuya Mishima?' The kid asked with a quivering voice.
'Yes.' Kazuya wondering why a kid would ask for him.
'My name is Jin...' the boy looks directly at Kazuya. 'I'm your son.'
A/N: hopefully you can do the math of their ages. Let me know what you think about this one. Reviews are appreciated. Thank you! XOXOX
