Title: Ultimate Hate 01/?

Fandom: Tekken

Pairing : Kazuya/Lee

Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or any of its characters. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating: R for now, NC-17 overall

Warnings: Nothing much for this chapter because it is only the beginning, but the overall story will include: incest, graphic violence, graphic sexual scenes between two men, non-consensual sexual situations, nasty language, major angst and probably a great deal of other disturbing stuff that I didn't think of to mention here.

Author's note: I have finally given in to my nasty little urges to write Tekken m/m!

Lee is so absolutely hot and beautiful and Kazuya is... well just absolutely hot (and both of them are utterly evil), so I feel that the fandom (and this pairing in particular), are in definite need of more yaoi love!

Part One

Lee woke up to a wet nose nudging his face.

He did not need to hear the distressed meow from his white Persian to know that something was wrong. Awake at last, he was very aware of his surroundings. With a shudder, he remembered the oppressive weight that had been bearing down on his sleep, fighting to keep him unconscious while his every instinct struggled against it. He strove to free himself from the alien suggestion coaxing him to remain immersed in the uncomprehending darkness and he felt it withdraw at once— this foreign will that was trying to manipulate him. Its irritation at being thwarted was tangible and the disapproving hiss almost audible in his mind, but the imminent sense of danger remained very strong and Lee was no fool to ignore his instinct. Something powerful, something dangerous was invading his privacy. Something that was undoubtedly evil.

"Kazuya," he murmured hatefully under his breath, recalling the sickeningly familiar feel of the supernatural aura too clearly to mistake it for a figment of his imagination. It felt like his brother, yet… it was not. This invading presence wasn't him at all and Lee knew it at once. It was old. It was too powerful and too developed— too controlled for Kazuya's violent temper, for his passion and utter lack of restraint. This one was huge. It was wise and deep, like the monstrous roots of a tree that had survived for centuries in the same spot, growing strong, wizened and calm in the midst of all its ancient power and self-sufficiency. It was almost what he would have expected Heihachi to feel like, if he had ever wielded the Devil Gene, but it was still different, somehow more… ancient. Less volatile and more in control.

"Come here, sweetheart," he whispered, picking up his frightened pet and scratching behind its ears to calm it down. Animals could sense evil and this one had done so, confirming his fears. On soundless feet, he carried it to a small cage and stuffed it inside, ignoring the hissing and the bared teeth. The cat was obviously stressed from being caged when it's every instinct was telling it to run. Lee expected the worst and he pulled the loaded gun from under his pillow, where he always kept it as a precaution. The very few people that had gotten close enough to him over the years to know about it had told him that he was paranoid. That he should seek therapy.

He grinned bitterly. None of them were alive any longer.

Carefully, soundlessly, he picked up the cage and made his way out of the bedroom, without turning on the lights. He sat it down near a hidden trap door in the wall and proceeded further down the dark hallway— towards the living room— with his gun cocked and ready to fire, even though he knew that if he found what he was expecting, the ammunition would do him no good.

He was not mistaken.

The creature sitting there was so monstrous and hateful to his eyes that he could not even bring himself to call it a man. It sprawled on his clean, white sofa; powerful, potent and utterly male. It seeped malice all around and radiated an aura of smug confidence and superiority. Even though it had been discovered, it still waited calmly for him to approach, because it knew that it could not be outmatched.

Nauseous, Lee raised his gun towards it and aimed. "Jinpachi Mishima," he growled.

"I see that you know who I am," the rumbling laughter vibrated through the air. The sound of it was threaded with something hellish and unearthly, unlike anything that a human throat could produce. The bare flesh of his massive chest was streaked by fiery red as if his skin had broken and exposed the fire that he carried underneath— like molten, seething lava crawling through the cracks of shattered earth.

"It is hard not to recall your somewhat unique… qualities," Lee answered, remembering the mayhem that this being was capable of— the terrible power it wielded and the chaos it had wreaked at the Tournament. His mind raced. As powerful a fighter as he was, he knew that he was way out of his league when faced with such a menace. "I have seen you before."

Jinpachi's fiery eyes flicked in amusement at the gun in Lee's hand and he grinned. "What?" he rumbled mockingly. "Do you plan to kill me with that?"

Lee smiled pleasantly, but his dark eyes remained sharp and ice cold. "I most certainly intend to try," he said and Jinpachi rose to his feet, stalking towards him with slow predatory steps.

"I thought that you were a fighter," he said. "I thought you had more honour and yet you stand there and threaten me with bullets when I am unarmed. How disappointing! I never would have taken you for such a coward."

"We are not at a tournament now," Lee replied, circling the table as Jinpachi approached him, maintaining the same distance between them and waiting to see what he was up to. He would not fire the gun before he was desperate, because he knew it would do him no good. Weapon or not, he was not the one in control here and he hated to give Jinpachi a chance to prove just how futile his stand against him was. "This is my home and you are trespassing, therefore I am entitled to threaten you in any way that I see fit. Also, when you deign to fight other men as a man yourself and not as an entity of hell itself, then you can speak to me of cowardice. Courage and foolishness do not amount to the same."

Jinpachi grinned, his mouth splitting under his spiked moustache to reveal a jaw full of strong, frightening teeth. The halo of power shimmered around him and he seemed to diminish somehow when the streaks of living fire withdrew from his flesh. The abnormal red in his gaze died down to barely an ember and gave his eyes back their natural brown. He seemed almost human— the Devil Gene shifting and hiding as if behind a veil— but the demonic aura couldn't be concealed and Lee sensed it, lurking just out of sight to his mortal eyes. He could still smell the fire and mayhem that lingered in the earthly, musky scent of the creature's body and he tasted it at the back of his throat when he was forced to breathe it in.

"There," Jinpachi said, spreading his arms in a gesture of good will. "Do I look better now?"

"Funny," Lee replied, not lowering his guard for an inch. "A minute ago I'd have sworn that you cannot get any uglier."

"Now, now," Jinpachi mocked. "That's a rude way to treat a guest."

"A guest?" Lee said, one of his elegant eyebrows arching at the word. "Is that what you are?"

"What do you think I am?"

"A threat."

Jinpachi laughed. "I did not come to threaten you, beauty," he said and his mirth melted into that terrible smile which made him look anything but beguiling. "No, I did not come to threaten you at all."

"Then why did you come?" Lee growled, his eyes stealthily covering the room, the windows, the doors, the exits. All of them were secure. How the hell did this demon get in without triggering his alarms? There was no way in. Or out.

"I thought it was time that you and I got to know each other a little better," Jinpachi said in mock affection. "We are family, after all."

"We are nothing of the kind." Lee's eyes narrowed. "And even if we were, I am still only upholding the oldest of the Mishima traditions."

"Oh?"

"Welcoming relatives at gunpoint."

"Cute," Jinpachi grinned nastily. "Very cute. But I am not here as your enemy."

"Then why are you here?"

"I have a proposition to make."

"A proposition?"

"One that would be to your benefit, if you were to listen."

"I am listening," Lee smiled pleasantly, but he still did not lower his gun. Jinpachi's eyes narrowed in irritation, but he made no outward sign of aggression, apparently deciding for patience. Obviously, he wanted something.

"You know who I am," he started. "You know what I am."

"I can certainly guess," Lee replied.

"I have sired a line of monsters," Jinpachi continued. "They have destroyed me. They have disgraced my name. They have trampled over everything that the Mishima household once stood for! All that I had ever strived to accomplish is now obliterated. My bloodline has caused enough evil in this world."

"Indeed," Lee said blandly. Understatement did not even begin to cover Jinpachi's words.

"I want to make amends," Jinpachi said. "I want to undo my mistakes and put things right once more."

"Well, good luck in your noble endeavour," Lee said indifferently. "I just don't see what any of this has to do with me."

"I want them dead," Jinpachi said. "I want to kill them all! My son, his son and the son of his son. Men of their kind do not deserve to live, with their base, dishonest ambitions! I will rid the world of the Devil Gene!"

"Good for you!" Lee said dryly. "But I am forced to repeat myself— what has any of this got to do with me?"

"You can help me."

"Can I?"

"You are close to them," Jinpachi said. "I need you to set my traps."

"Close to them?" Lee said incredulously, nearly laughing at his words. "I am sorry to disappoint you, demon, but your information is decades behind time! Heihachi disowned me years ago as both his son and heir, under the threat of death if I should ever return to Japan. Which, I might add, is the best thing the evil son of a bitch ever did for me! I haven't had any contact with him since."

"I'm not talking about Heihachi," Jinpachi said seriously, none of Lee's bitter humour showing in his dark, angry eyes. "I'll deal with my son easily enough. I know who he is. I know where he is. He will die by my hand for his treason, have no doubt about that!"

"Then what the hell do you want from me?"

"I need you for Kazuya." Jinpachi replied. "I need you to lure him out of his lair, because I doubt that he will come out of hiding for anyone else."

"Kazuya?" Lee said, the mention of the name stabbing through his chest in a flash of vivid pain as if it had only been a day and not over twenty years since they had hurt each other… since they had both betrayed their alliance. Over twenty years since Kazuya had died, because Lee had not been there for him, when he should have stood by his side.

Jinpachi grinned, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of his inner turmoil.

"You do know that he is alive, don't you, child?" he said maliciously. "You are brothers, after all."