Author's Note:

So, this is just a alternative ending to an innocent fanfic i have read on here, it was the ,,Kazuya vs Terry: Arm Wrestling" story by breath20k. I just thought the ending could be gayer so if you're reading this, breath20k, thanks for the motivation and i apologize in advance for any mental scaring my piece of literature may cause. (And if you're already here, dear reader, also send breath20K some love by reading their fanfic before mine, it was funny and then you have the needed background information for this one) i copied a small part from breath's fanfic to properly integrate it as a ,,unofficial alternative ending", so all credits for that part goes to them!

Last note: English is not my native language, so if something sounds a little bit weird, is formulated wrong or the tense is wrong it's because of that. I hope u have fun reading regardless! Enjoy!

(Breath20K Part)

"Well guys, this is it! The moment I let go of my hand, the battle will begin. Both of you, are you ready?" "Ready, Xander!" "All right, then! Here we go! Ready..." It all comes down to this. In just a few moments, the battle will begin. Terry and Kahuna looked at each other as they await the signal. Xander looked at the fighters as they are tensed up and ready for battle. Then he took a deep breath, waited for a few moments and then... It is time. "GO!" With the word shouted, Xander released his hand and the battle is now officially underway.

Alternative ending (aka my part)

Both men grunted and growled heavily as they put all their strength to the test. Terry`s eyes sunk into the shadow thrown by his red trucker hat, making the otherwise gentle and self-assured expression of the blond man look dark and menacingly. Kazuya's right eye started to glow ominously red, lilac-colored scaly skin slowly spread across his face and body and his wings started to pierce through the skin on his back, desperately wanting to break free. Their power-levels were nearly equal, as their arms barely moved back and forth. As the battle continued, the table underneath them started to creak. Small cracks appeared on the concrete surface and the metallic table legs started to bend slightly. Xander starred tensely at the table that was on the brink of breaking. The fighters didn't pay much attention to their surroundings, as they totally focused on gaining the upper hand and trying to claim victory. As they starred intensely into each others eyes, grunting, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, the devil noticed how all of a sudden, his opponents strained, teeth grinding face suddenly subsided into 2 ocean-blue ,gentle eyes, filled with astonishment and yearning. Kazuya felt how the resistance of Terry's hand started to weaken and instead of slamming his fist onto the tabletop, Kazuya also started to lessen his force, until both of them were just sitting there, awkwardly holding hands. Mishima was confused by the action of his opponent, but he hid his confusion behind his grim looking facade.

"Why did you stop, Bogard?", grumbled Kazuya.

The legendary wolf starred at him for a couple of seconds before he answered timidly:

"Did anyone ever told you..."he hesitated,"...that you look so fuckin' cool with that red eye?"

Kazuya was so caught off guard with that answer that he forgot to maintain his facade. His face immediately turned bright red and his jaw dropped lightly. Kazuya never received a compliment in his life, so he really didn't know how to react.

"...N-Nani?" the Devil stuttered, starring back at Terry, dumbfounded.

"No i really fuckin' mean it man", replied Terry sternly, slowly griping Kazuya's hand even harder.

"The scars on your face in combination with the eye make you look so god-damn cool and together with your body full of battle scars...it just... really turns me on."

Some moments passed where the two burly men just starred at each other, thunderstruck. Terry's face slowly started to turn bright red after he processed what he just said. He slapped his left hand on his mouth and started to sweat profusely again.

"I didn't mean to say that last part out loud", Terry mumbled into his glove and starring back at the black-haired man. The color of his face was indistinguishable with that of his vest.

Just seconds after he has finished the sentence, Kazuya unexpectedly smashed Terry's hand onto the Arm wrestling table, reached over the table, grabbed the blond man by the collar of his west and slammed him onto the furniture, resulting in the table to completely break down. Terry was pinned down by the devil, surrounded by the debris of the unfortunate arm wrestling table. The legendary wolf, unable to move and a bit dizzy by the hard impact, feared for dear life as Kazuya menacingly reared up over him, looking at him with the most pissed-of expression he has seen on him. Kazuya always looked angry, but never that angry. Just as Terry thought it was the end of him, his opponent bowed down to him and whispered into his ear with a devilish grin:

"If my scars turn you on so much, Bogard...then why don't you start appreciating them up close?" and just as he finished his sentence, Kazuya immediately grabbed Terry's face and pressed his lips onto his.

Terry, absolutely overwhelmed by the situation, started to cry out in panic as he felt how Kazuya's tongue pressed on his teeth, demanding to be let in. The blond man tried to push him away, maybe even punch him into his sides just to be released, but he just could not muster up enough strength. He started to feel powerless as his big arms slowly fell onto his sides, it was like the devil was sucking all his strength out of him. Is this not what i wanted? What was i so afraid of? Those question echoed through Bogard's mind as his opponent continued to do whatever he wanted with him, clawing into his face, aggressively caressing his lips, forcing his jaw to open to shove his tounge down Terry's throat. In need of air, Mishima pulled away from the American, both gasping for oxygen. Kazuya arrogantly stared down at Terry, displeased while licking his lips:

"I expected more cooperation from you Bogard, what is it that is holding you back? Is this not according to your expectation?"

Terry, still trying to catch his breath, whipped away the saliva that was running down his chin and looked furious at the Devil over him.

"I must admit i was caught off guard the first time, but..."

His expression darkens as he started grining:

"now you really brought me to 100%."

Kazuya raised his black, bushy eyebrow to his response but before he could even realise it, Terry rose up from the rubble of the wrestling arm table, grabbed Kazuya by his belt and tackled him down like a rugby player. Now sitting on Kazuya's chest and detaining both of his arms under his muscular legs, Terry reached for his leathery belt and started to unbuckle it. Bogard felt how his excitement made the already limited space of his vintage jeans even smaller. Mishima, heavily disliking his position, tries to push the blond man off and crawls his fingers into his rock hard thighs.

"I, Kazuya Mishima, will not let you get the upper hand in this, Bogard!", he ranted between Terry's thighs, his eye ominously glowing red again and his horns started to puncture the side of his head.

Terry just answered to his complain with a short snicker as his expression darkens again. Kazuya felt how the weight on his chest increases, making it heavier to breathe. The force around Mishima's arms also increased, making his limbs slowly feel numb. Not only did It filled Kazuya with unease that he was not able to escape the clutch of the wolf, but he also stared at the twitching bulge ,that slowly grew larger nearly directly under his nose, in shock. The blond man roughly grabbed one of Kazuya's horns as he lowered his head, staring back at the devil with fiery, frenetic eyes:

"Now you unleashed my Fury".

... I will leave the rest to the reader's imagination. - justasu