(Author's Note: MEEP! Please don't kill me! I'm sorry it took so long for me to update this story. It's just…I'll admit…I almost erased it completely! 0.0 Like, I didn't even want to continue. BUT! Reviews from people made me happy, so I decided I'd finish. But it won't be finished soon, just to let you know. Hwoarang isn't even in the damn story yet, lmao.
So please, be patient with me!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tekken, or it's characters. Just the plot! -
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, non-con…)
Kazuya pulled up in front of Steve's hotel, the brakes screeching to a stop. Steve opened the door, and climbed out. He stuck his head back in, a big smile on his face. "Thanks for the ride, mate. I swear I would have been lost without ya!" he said. Before he could even blink, Kazuya grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him in closer, so their noses were nearly touching.
"You owe me, Fox," he whispered huskily into Steve's ear. Steve's face flushed, and he tried to pull away, but Kazuya held onto him tightly.
"Uhh…well…what did you have in mind…?" he asked nervously. Kazuya's grip loosened, satisfied with Steve's cooperation. He pretended to ponder this, but the first thing that came to mind was sex. Of course that was the only thing he would ever want from the young boxer.
Steve gulped, not even sure what the devil had in mind. Money, perhaps…? He instantly brushed that thought out of mind, for the bastard was rich! What could it be…? The boxer noticed a sly smile play across Kazuya's lips, and this worried him only a little bit. Every time that smirk came around, something bad always happened…
"I was thinking that you could repay me with…" he paused, and pulled Steve in again, "…your body," the last part was only a hushed murmur, but Steve heard it nonetheless. He was a shocked by what had come out of the CEO's mouth, and would have fallen back, but Kazuya still held him fast.
Steve considered his options. He could either pay Kazuya back by having sex with him…or…what? He didn't even want to know. It was true, Steve had actually never had sex with a man before, but it wasn't any different than a with a woman, right? Of course there would be some differences, but everything practically was the same; or so he thought.
"Well…alright then. I guess you can come on up to my hotel room, if you wish. Unless you wanted to do it in your car," he laughed; not really thinking it was funny at all. He was hoping that Kazuya would reconsider, and think of something else, but he didn't know whom he was dealing with. Someone who has not had sex for a long time, and was in dire need of it…fast.
Kazuya nodded. "Good," he said, turning off his car. Steve frowned, and closed the door. Kazuya got out of his car, pressed a hand held button, and the car beeped, signaling that it was locked.
"I don't think you can park this here, mate…" Steve said, earning a glare from Kazuya.
"I can park where ever the hell I want," he said, grabbing Steve by the arm, and pulling him to the front entrance of the hotel. Steve followed, hands in pockets. It was still raining, and it was nearly totally dark. The boxer heaved a long sigh, his breath visible from the cold. As soon as they entered the building, a pang of regret suddenly crept up on the boxer. They walked to the elevator, and Steve pressed the "up" button. The elevator opened with a 'ping', and Kazuya walked in. Steve hesitated before entering.
Kazuya looked to him, a brow raised. He did not say anything before grabbing Steve, and pulling him in. He waited for the door to close, then pinned him to the wall. Steve could have easily matched his strength, but he let it play out first.
"If you dare say anything to anyone…I swear it'll be the last thing you do. Do you understand me…?" Kazuya looked deep into the boxer's eyes contently, making sure he detected no lie. Steve looked back at him with a matched glare, most of his attention on Kazuya's one red eye. He nodded curtly, understanding completely what Kazuya was telling him. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone, anyway, for he had a reputation to hold up, too.
Kazuya smirked, satisfied with the boxer's answer. He did not, however, loosen his grip, but instead, pressed his body against the other man, leaning down only slightly to give him a small kiss. Steve kissed back, hesitating to do so. He wasn't sure if Kazuya was the kissing type when having sex, but he sure hoped so, because he was into that. Kazuya pulled away, unpinning Steve. He stood against the opposite wall, crossing his arms, and smirking at the British boxer. Steve just waited, unmoving and silent, for the elevator to stop on his floor. When it did, the doors opened, and Kazuya waited for him to step off first. Steve bit his lower lip, a little timid as to what was going to be going on in his hotel room, but he went first anyway. He walked down the hall slowly, Kazuya right behind him.
"So, how do you think you'll do in the tournament?" Steve asked, nervously opening the door. He waited for Kazuya to step in before going in himself and closing the door, locking it. Kazuya glanced around, and then turned to Steve.
"I think I'll win. It looks like an easy competition this time around…" he looked Steve up and down, as if wondering which part of the man he wanted to go for first. Small talk could wait, or not come at all; Kazuya didn't care. He was a horny devil, and he was going to claim his fresh meat right away.
Steve scoffed; ignoring the hungry looks Kazuya was shooting at him. "You'll have to train hard, mate, if you want to win. I think the competition this year is tough. In fact, I was training the other day with-…" Steve was cut off, as Kazuya moved forward and shoved Steve backwards onto the bed. He looked surprised, and almost shocked as Kazuya smirked, and started to remove his trench coat. He threw it across the room, and it landed on a chair in the corner.
"I don't care what you have to say about the tournament. All I want to do right now is fuck the hell out of you, and leave," Kazuya muttered, as he moved onto the bed. Steve looked indignant, but before he could speak, the devil had his lips pressed to his firmly. Kazuya's hands moved to pin the boxer's arms above his head, as he moved his lips from Steve's mouth to travel down his chin, all the way to his neck. Steve gasped, as his eyes glazed over with lust, and need. He moaned out Kazuya's name, arching up against him, wanting to get more contact with the hot body above him. Kazuya kissed, and nipped at his neck, one hand letting go of Steve, while the other one holding him tight. His hand traveled down Steve's side, and stopped at his pants. He gave the pants a suggestive tug, and Steve moved his hips up so Kazuya could pull them down. The devil didn't waste a second before practically ripping the pants from the Brit. Kazuya smirked at the fully aroused man below him, and gave him a small kiss on the lips, before moving to loosen his belt.
"You say you've never done this before with a man…?" Kazuya asked, unbuttoning his pants.
"N-no…" Steve panted, starting to struggle half-heartedly. He wanted to touch the devil, but he was still held under that iron grip. He couldn't quite understand why he wasn't able to match that strength, since he was about as well built as Kazuya was.
"Stop moving," Kazuya ordered, "And this will go by much quicker…"
"Wait a minute, mate, you don't plan to-…"
"Of course I do, Fox," Kazuya pulled his pants down with his boxers. He got in between the Brit's legs, and Steve started to struggle.
"Wait just a minute! I don't even know what the hell-…" Kazuya pressed his lips to Steve's once again to shut him up, and quickly, without any hesitation (or preparation, for that matter), entered the man roughly. Steve made a small noise of protest, but Kazuya's lips were still to his, not allowing him to speak. He tried to squirm again, but the position the devil had him in really made his attempts futile. After a moments pause, Kazuya pulled out of him, then slammed back in full force. Steve broke away from the devil's mouth, and cried out in pain.
"Stop, damnit! That fucking hurts!" he growled, trying his hardest to break away from the man completely.
"You're the one who offered yourself up as payment," Kazuya muttered, not stopping at all to give the man time to adjust to the intrusion.
"All for a ride to my hotel!" Steve grunted in pain, but he had by then, stopped struggling.
"I suggested something, and you took it. Too late now, Fox," Kazuya continued slamming into the Brit; his breathing was rapid, and his small kisses to the man were rough.
Steve squeezed his eyes shut, and simply waited for it to be over. He knew he had gotten himself into this mess, but he had thought it would have been easier than this…
"Damn…"
(Alrighty then, how was that? I just had to add a little non-con in there because I am a pervert, sucka! ;) Next chapter will be up hopefully soon. Not sure. Thanks for reading! Please review!)
