A/N: WARNING, MATURE CONTENT.

Chapter 2

"Er, G-grandmaster, your.. phone?" Frost stuttered out, fully aware of the consequences that came with interrupting the meditation session.

The Grandmaster stood silently, bowing towards his young apprentice, "That will be enough for today, I expect that you will manage to train on your own time if you feel it's necessary." With that, he moved swiftly away from his personal dojo, turning down the frosted hallway in search of his room. He entered the door at the end of the hall to what looked like a living area with white furniture, white walls and blue décor. The drapes and curtains looking much like banners, with the Lin Kuei emblem etched across each of them. Snow drops growing from crystalized vases on every table.

Sub-Zero sat upon the white recliner and made himself comfortable, while pulling his phone from the hidden pocket of his gi. Trying to repress a smile, he opened it, instantly losing his internal battle.

0645

Ken

K: Does 8 sound good?

Sub-Zero let the warmth from his face travel lower to his chest, that fluttered mightily, feeling weightless and let his fingers fly eagerly across the screen.

S: Anything, for you ;*

He then lay his phone on the arm of his chair, freeing his mind to wander to a few nights ago when he had last seen and heard from the swordsman. Indeed, he had been acting strange that night the moment he had unlocked his phone. At first, Sub-Zero had witnessed him reacting almost ecstatically, though as the night went on, Kenshi had grown gradually more solemn, angry. He had ended up pushing the Grandmaster out of his home, leaving him confused, desperately awaiting anything.

His mind traveled to the moment he had found out the swordsman fancied anything but women. Which had deeply surprised him, seeing as the man was the father of Takeda, which had possibly surprised him even more than his sexuality. But, what turned his intrigue darker was the fact that his arch rival had been the one to know this and never himself. Of all the years he had known the swordsman he had never once mentioned anything about a child, but instead about the woman who Kenshi had explained as being "family" at the time of her death. A child was never mentioned. Kenshi Takahashi being a father was never even a possibility. Especially when the constant flirtatious behavior started. At first it was subtle, sitting closer to him on the couch after suggesting a "Cage movie night"- the movies were so bad neither of them could watch, they always ended up in gossip or scary stories. And then it became less subtle. Like suggesting a sleep over on the same bed, sometimes suggesting intense training during the day, just for an excuse for the Grandmaster to later cool him off with his hands. It had been the swordsman who finally broke the ice.

"Sub."

"Hn?"

"You're quiet tonight," Kenshi spoke, his voice being muffled from lying on Sub-Zero's arm. The credits were finally rolling on the TV, this movie actually being watched. Kenshi was certain that if he hadn't said anything, the master assassin would be fast asleep, especially considering the spooning position they were in.

"Just thinking, my friend." The Grandmaster whispered, his voice hoarse, as if he had awoken from a century long slumber.

"About?"

'Keeping my crotch away from your ass.' Sub-Zero thought, trying to control his breathing. At this point he wasn't sure if the swordsman was toying with him or if he truly didn't see any harm in his actions. Hell, Kenshi probably didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing, for all he knew Sub-Zero was straight. After all, he and Sareena had been seeing eachother for years before the Saibot-scandal had happened.

He settled with a simple, "You."

At this, the swordsman rolled over in Sub-Zero's grasp, "What about me.. Grandmaster?" Kenshi slurred, with a subtle, knowing smirk on his face, while bringing his hand up to run through the assassin's disheveled hair.

"Cut the shit Swordsman," Sub-Zero snarled, squirming, trying to inch away from the other man, his actions making the ninja's pants tighten even further.

"With pleasure," Kenshi breathed out, while pulling the cryomancer's face towards his and arching his neck upwards to reach his cold, chapped, cracked lips.

Sub-Zero choked on the surprise lodged deep in his throat, 'That is not what I meant.' He could smell, better yet feel the coconut flavored chapstick on the other man's smooth, much too plush lips. Surely a middle aged man couldn't have the lips of a newborn child, could he? 'Man..' is the only thought that managed to run through Kuai Liang's head like an endless loop. 'This is a.. man'. Yet, the cryomancer's lips couldn't manage to escape, much like a tongue stuck to a pole during the winter. Though, the assassin could not quite blame the cold for this revelation, for, for a moment, the cold had been replaced with a warmth that he had never met, had never felt. The kiss seemed to rejuvenate his icy heart, turning it normal, burning hot and fast from a long waited adrenaline lost in his soul, one that had never came with Sereena.

Before he knew it, the swordsman had pulled away as soon as he had came, leaving him with a tease, a taste of a lost island on his now warm mouth, a forbidden fruit.

"Cutting shit is what I'm good at don't you think so, my friend." Kenshi spoke quickly, cunning. Wearing a true smile, with bright eyes the color of ice tinted blue.

The Grandmaster retorted by tugging the swordsman forward by his raven hair, his other hand clasping onto the man's boney hip, almost crushing it and making their lips meet. Feeling the heat return tenfold, the assassin moaned roughly onto the swordsman's lips, in a silent plea for something more.

Kenshi couldn't believe his luck. He knew he had gotten the man practically drooling over him, but to have him so obsessed, so worked up was a surprise, a pleasant one. All he had needed was a push, permission. The moan had ignited a fire in his stomach, the initial butterflies fluttering away, his arousal for the other man reaching a new high.

The swordsman parted his lips slightly, immediately feeling Sub-Zero's lukewarm tongue plunging into his mouth, exploring every inch. Kenshi groaned as he sucked lightly on the other's tongue. The assassin then grabbed the swordsman's ass, pulling him roughly onto his crotch.

The European broke away suddenly with a slight gasp, panting for air. He giggled breathily, almost haughtily. "Getting a little excited, are we?" He teased, moving his hand to palm at the seemingly giant member underneath the cryomancer's clothing. "Wow, I figured you'd be cold down here too. Was really looking forward to seeing actual blue balls."

"Ken."

"Yes, Sub." Kenshi grinned.

"Shut the fuck up." Sub-Zero breathed, grinding gently against the other man's palm. "You could look at anything you like." The Grandmaster whispered, winking.

"Why don't you just show me then?" Kenshi retorted haughtily, loving every second.

A/N: What a day, hm?