Disclaimer: I make no claim in owning the SNK/Playmore/Eolith characters used within this story.

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He sat there propped up against the hotel room wall, his leather jacket abandoned on the floor next to him. The tanned skin on his leanly muscled form was slick with sweat, strands of his unkempt silver hair sticking to his forehead. His muscles burned with exhaustion, short shallow breaths pounding in and out of his chest. The last battle had been rough, the Fatal Fury Team put up more of a challenge than ever, the hardest one to overcome being the older Bogard.

But he won through a technicality, of which he tried to dispute but the judges ruling was final to his extreme annoyance. Any more protest would have lead to immediate disqualification, eliminating any chance of reaching NESTS. Bogard however, seemed to be alot more accepting of this, and left the arena, mentioning something along the lines of, "...It's your fight K'... go get 'em..."

"Go get what?," he muttered, reminiscing over the earlier bout, "I don't even know where the fuck NESTS are..."

He closed his eyes and resumed contemplating his thoughts, golden hued light filtering in through the blinds and into the room, bathing the room in a warm glow. Time passed by slowly, the colour of light reaching an ever increased richer tone. Tired of remaining on the stiff floor, he got up dragged himself over to the bed, kicking off his boots before collapsing on it. It wasn't often he was able to indulge in such luxuries, so he made use of it. Besides, this was all coming out of NESTS own pocket. He lay in silence for a few moments before he heard the his room door swing open, then click shut and the bare footed footfall come across the plush hotel carpet. K' remained still, his eyes shut before he mumbled something.

"Get out Maxima... I'm too tired to do shit-all.."

But the presence remained in his room, from which he grew annoyed.

"Do I have to spell it out? Piss off."

He instead felt a sudden weight straddling his hips, which then leant forward and pressed a pair of soft lips against his own. Any initial protests vanished when an intruding tongue probing around in his mouth. Once the kiss had broke, he could feel the the smirk that formed from the unknown party.

"Aren't you glad I'm not Maxima," she said, her face still in close proximity to his own.

He opened his own stone grey eyes found a pair of crystalline blue ones gazing back intently through a thin veil of platinum hair. She got up and leant back, allowing K' to take in the form currently straddling his hips.

"Hiya Dash," she spoke softly in her light accent.

"Angel," he couldn't help snarling as he responded, "What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't help myself... you looked real beat after the last match... thought I could cheer you up a bit..."

He glanced away, disgusted at his own weakness. NESTS had trained him to be their very best, pushing him to his absolute limits then demanding even more. He was vicious, ruthless and absolutely devoid of emotion, with a tendency to lose himself in the heat of battle. He didn't quite seemed as infuriated as he would have thought. He respected Bogard as a worthy fighter.

"Don't worry about it, what's done is done... there's nothing you can do but learn from the past... but right now let's focus on the present."

Slowly, she shifted her weight off of his form, and padded over to the doorway which lead to the room's bathroom. One of the few things he prided himself over was his self control, but he couldn't help have his eyes drawn towards her gentle swaying of her curvy end. He took this moment to actually take notice of her clothing, or her lack of it. She was still wearing her favoured black leather jacket, it's unusual stylings creating maximum cleavage with her ample bosom, but at the moment, it was zipped open, exposing her simple blue bra underneath. She was still wearing her plain blue panties but she had opted to abandon her bizzare pants, so she was more or less parading around in K's room dressed in nothing but her underwear and her leather jacket. Other than a certain female Shiranui ninja, she was the only other person that he knew of that would have the gall to go about wearing that. Stopping at the doorway, she turned around, and beckoned K' to her, a cheeky smirk on her face.

"C'mon Dash," she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

He sat up from the bed, taking the time to run his hands through his ruffled metallic hair. Pulling off his socks and pulling off his black fingerless glove, he stood up, still clad in his leather pants. He wasn't sure of what lay ahead, but he couldn't trust himself without the crimson glove that NESTS had created for him, should a repeat of the KOF 99 incident occur. He waited no longer as he heard the running water and a soft moan emanate from the shower.

"Damn," he cursed, before heading into the bathroom as well.

The room had already began to fog up with the steam generated from the hot water. The transparent glass door of the shower had already misted over, but there was no mistaking the image that hid behind it. K' glanced at the items left on the floor. One leather jacket. One bra. One pair of panties.

'Yeah, that was all of it.'

His thoughts were broken as the shower door slid open and Angel poked her head out.

"You going to join me or just stay there smelling of sweat?"

"Seems a little obvious, even for an air head like you," said K', sarcasm evident in his voice, "There's a gorgeous pair of tits and ass in my shower. I ain't going nowhere but into that shower."

She grinned at his response. "Good.

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A/N:I'll do requests but which ones I choose are at my discretion. Don't go asking for yaoi anytime soon though/