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Wrath of Heaven
Lee sat in the immense study, absorbed in his work. He had lived here for about a decade now and still desperately tried to make his 'father' proud of him. The work they gave him was easy anyway.
The creak of the study got his attention as he looked up to see Heihachi pacing in. The boy grew tense as he stood beside him.
"You have been doing well in your studies." Said Heihachi as he put a hand over his shoulder.
"Th-thank you." He stammered, getting nervous. He didn't like to be alone with him. The way he always stared at him made him sick.
"You have a delicate build." Said Heihachi as he closed one hand over his neck. The other hand moved slowly down Lee's thigh now.
"How old are you now, Lee?" he hissed into his ear.
"Fifteen."
"Then you're old enough now."
"Old enough for what?"
He knew what Heihachi was talking about. At least the old man abided by the law to some degree. He thought that if he spoke more it would distract him from his intentions. The sound of glass breaking caused him to draw back from the boy. Kazuya appeared at the doorway.
"What was that?" asked the old man.
"One of the maids got startled and dropped a plate." He said quietly. Heihachi glared at him on his way out. Lee quickly gathered his things and hurried out as well.
"Chaolan, are you okay?" asked Kazuya. "Not that I care but you look paler than usual."
"I'm fine…" Lee trailed off. Was Kazuya watching? Did he save me just now?
Kazuya walked in and cast him a sidelong glance.
"Quit looking at me like that before I disfigure that pretty face of yours."
Lee blushed as he hurried out.
Lee lay on his stomach as he read his magazine. As he flipped the pages he thought of Kazuya. He always had good timing when it came to situations like that. Then again whenever one of his girlfriends was over Kazuya's timing was too good. At times he even seemed protective over Lee. He then shook his head. That couldn't be possible. Kazuya hated him surely.
"Chaolan, it's me." Said Kazuya. "I need to speak with you."
Lee sat up as he walked in. Kazuya then sat on his bed.
"What is it?"
"I was wondering if you had any family before my father took you in."
"No. They were all dead when I met Heihachi."
"Oh." He looked down. "Sorry I brought it up."
"That's okay. I was too young to get hurt by it. I don't miss my parents 'cause I never knew them. I only miss one person and that's my sister."
"Did she love you?" he asked. Lee looked up in thought.
"I think she had to. She was taking care of me all the time. You have to love someone if you devote all your time to them."
"I devote my time to my father but I do not love him." Said Kazuya.
"That's different. My sister told me she loved me and then she showed me by taking care of me."
"Tell me more about her."
Lee was a little surprised. Kazuya actually looked sad. He closed his eyes and tried to collect his memories.
"They're a little fuzzy since it was such a long time ago. I do remember a little about her. She had silver hair, like me, and she always was calm. I don't think she ever screamed or yelled. She was really strong yet really mature. She was my role-model. I wanted to be like her in so many ways."
"So you became a faggot?" asked Kazuya.
"NO!" snapped Lee.
"So she was butch!"
"NO!" he huffed. "She was really feminine like me only…not as lucky as me."
"Do you miss her?" he asked.
"I don't know. You have to be with someone for a while to know if you love them or not."
"In that case, how do you feel about me?" asked Kazuya. He suddenly realized that he asked something that was deeper that intended.
They paused for a moment of tense silence.
"You don't have to answer." Said Kazuya as he got up. "I probably know what you're going to say."
"Then why did you ask me?" said Lee.
Kazuya leaned forward so that he was painfully close to Lee's face.
"Maybe I hoped for a different answer. But humor me and tell me what you were going to say."
"I…I…do like you Kazuya. I know that I can't be looked at as your brother but I still care about you."
"Why?"
"Because…" He averted his eyes from the older boy. "…I love you."
Kazuya froze in confusion. No one had ever said that to him. He suddenly smiled.
"I see." With that he pressed his lips against Lee's. He used his weight to pin him down and began to kiss his neck.
"What are you doing!" screamed Lee. Kazuya's hands were roaming all over his body.
"I'm giving you what you want! You only say you love me because you want this from me!"
"No Kazuya! Stop it! Stop it!" The fear in his voice was obvious.
Kazuya sat up still on top of Lee.
"If you don't want my body, then what do you want?"
"I just want you."
"I still don't understand. I am always cruel to you. I use you for a punching bag and you say that you want me but you don't want sex from me."
"Exactly." Said Lee. He couldn't believe that Kazuya was actually interested in him. "Kazuya, can you get off me?"
"Fine." He said as he got up. "So then I guess any bodily contact is out of the question."
Lee stood up in front of him.
"Not all of it." With that he leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders as he pressed his body into him. Kazuya wrapped on arm around Lee's waist and ran his free hand through his silver hair pressing him close as he kissed him deeper. After what seemed like and eternity, Lee pulled away and gasped for air. Kazuya kissed his cheek as they continued to embrace.
"To the world we will hate each other but behind closed doors we can love each other all we want." Said Kazuya.
"What will we do about Heihachi?"
"I won't allow that old man to come between us now. It sickens me how he looks at you. If he touches you—"
"He will kill me." Said Lee. "But if you interfere what will stop him from killing you."
Kazuya pulled away and caressed his face.
"I can't die. Not until I kill him. As long as were together we will be okay."
Lee put his hand over Kazuya's and kissed his palm.
"I hope you are right."
