That night, Adon didn't mind waking up to Sagat's heavy frame slipping into his room, pressing their bodies together when he descended upon the bed. The kitten purred, then hissed when it picked up his scent. A pat on the head was enough to calm it down. It tried to climb onto Adon's stomach but had to back away when he was practically under the mercy of Sagat. Literally.

Peace was indeed a weird-as-hell feeling. It was like a warm blanket that surrounded you and choked all the bad feelings out of you. At least that was how Adon saw it. He didn't mind because it felt nice. Sagat in his bed was even nicer. Dazed as Adon was, on account of being awoken in the middle of the night, he let the old tiger grab him by the chin to kiss him deeply, no teeth, just tongue. Gentle, wet, and warm, unlike the hand that grabbed a fistful of his hair, by the damn roots even. His body felt like a heat sink, absorbing the warmth that spread over his body, rushing blood to his now-red cheeks.

"Hey, let me go for a bit," he murmured against the lips of a reluctant Sagat, who slowly released the roots of his hair. Adon managed to shift somewhat, slithering under Sagat's frame until he was at eyelevel with his crotch. He had initially hated this act and still kind of did, even as he pulled at the rim of Sagat's trunks. Because he was underneath, something thick and meaty flopped down to brush against his face.

"What are you doing?" he heard from above. Sagat asked it in such a way that didn't make much effort to resist.

"Relax, I won't be rough," Adon shrugged, taking the length of Sagat between his lips, teasing every inch, feeling it harden in his mouth. Too big to deep throat, so Adon licked the tip, feeling beads of precum arise which he spread with his thump while tracing his tongue across a vein alongside the shaft. Sucking someone off proved significantly easier when he fully wanted to do it.

From above, he heard deep, faint grunts in tandem with Sagat's thighs tightening. Ever so slightly he began rocking his hips back and forth, almost, possibly involuntarily. Devilish or just feeling like a prick, Adon sank a canine into the side of the member, not nearly deep enough to cause bleeding or even a bruise but the little touch turned out to be what was needed to send Sagat over the edge. He tensed, arching his hips before pushing forward, almost smothering Adon underneath with the weight of his body and semen squirting all over his face.

Desperate for air and space, Adon flailed, eventually punching Sagat in the waist until the old tiger finally got the message and rolled onto the empty spot of the bed with a thud and a creak.

"Why did you punch me?" he asked, his voice not entirely matching the hard expression on his face. He sounded almost bemused rather than offended so it didn't hurt that much.

"Because you almost crushed me!" Adon had to mumble through the weird feeling of semen over his face, worried he'd drip some on the sheets.

"Then don't crawl under me when you're feeling frisky"

"Eat my ass" Adon cursed, maneuvering around Sagat to the edge of the bed, "Did it never cross your mind to roll over for the comfort of the person who's sucking your dick?"

The old tiger was about to protest but Adon stopped him, not in the mood to argue over it. He slipped out of the bed to the doorway, pointing at Sagat. "Sit your ass down and think about that while I wash off"

Then he scurried away into the night, eventually reaching the bathroom. It was a good thing, Adon was quick with washing his face as Sagat now loomed behind him all of a sudden. As quiet as he was, his momentum was halted when he had to duck before entering. Adon hardly had any time to think about a quipping jab or dry the water off his face before he was held by the hips, pressed against the edge of the sink with Sagat resting his face on the top of his former student's head.

"I ought to wash that coarse mouth of yours" the old tiger grunted somewhat, pressing his newly erect manhood against Adon. The absolute vigor of this man was almost scary.

"Are you mad because I told you to eat my ass?"

"…Do you want me to?"

Adon squirmed, the heat in his body rising. "…N-no, I was just fucking with you"

Large hands slid to the rim of his shorts, then pulled them down, grabbing him right under his rear end to ease his legs apart. He dared not to think of how getting spanked by those gargantuan things would absolutely destroy him downstairs. Behind him, Sagat spat into his hands before placing his knee between Adon's thighs, then inserted two fingers to stretch him wide.

"Fuck" Adon hauled a breath against the aching, bending over the sink to keep himself steady, unable to tell the pain apart from the pleasure.

"Yes, indeed" The old tiger quipped and Adon couldn't stop himself from laughing at that. Curse that lovable man. Thankfully, Sagat was ever so slow and gentle, even with the insertion of a third finger. Right as Adon's knees were about to buckle under him, Sagat pulled out and replaced the fingers with an already, fully hardened member, burrowing its way inside.

The pause between was probably for preparations although Adon was hardly aware of it. Throbbing and firm, its pain and presence were felt but nevertheless perfectly fitting and thick. For better and for worse, Adon had become familiar with it, liking it a little more every time, he felt it inside of him. This time, it was probably because he wasn't flailing around so much or filling his heart with hatred and hurt feelings.

With no such hinderances, Adon could freely get absorbed into the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut as she shuddered over that sink, hearing himself groan and cry, hearing Sagat grunt in his ear. Having the old tiger keep the pace just right in a way that made Adon's toes curl was good reassurance. A fleeting thought about the durability of the sink passed until Adon's mind numbed before he came. He whined a bit, feeling Sagat stiffen and shutter, then pause before he pulled away.

Then Adon's legs gave out and he crumped to the tile floor, almost colliding into the edge of the sink. From then on out, he was only dimly aware of his surroundings. Sagat pulled him to sit more comfortably, then fiddled around in the washroom, then pulled him off the floor entirely, carrying him back to bed. In the middle of the night, they lay there, deep breaths filling the air, on the precipice of sleep. But not quite there yet. Adon lay curled on top of the covers, with the feeling of a very large man spooning him. He squirmed a bit, to see if Sagat was still awake. The tired grunt was confirmation enough.

Adon lay with the feeling that he should probably say something but was unsure of whatever it would be. Maybe he should just remain quiet and furl into the warm, massive trunk of an arm that wrapped around his waist. When he was pulled close and tugged against Sagat's chest, he figured that he might as well stay quiet, falling asleep soon after.

Last night's encounter was probably the best of the bunch so far. Of course, it had also been a little reckless as evidenced by the bruises sprayed on Adon's hips from tight grips and a sink. He could move just fine, and so he did, proceeding with training alone in the courtyard.

There was no sign of Sagat or his tiger anywhere. Both had slipped out of sight with the former out of bed before Adon was awake. But then again, it was just the crack of dawn. Just Adon and the cat, that now lay splayed in the corner, content with life.

On a level, he could relate to that. He wasn't quite over the shock of feeling so good this morning. Probably the best he had felt since coming here – or in years. He felt it now as he practiced kicks and punches. He didn't feel so weird performing the Wai Kru either. At least it made sense now instead of being a habit born from formalities.

Around noon, he was no longer alone. He was also done with his training, now sitting with the cat in his lap to look over the village; this place which Sagat held so dear. Once upon a time, it mattered to Adon as well. Somewhere deep down, it still did. It had to since he grew up here.

He was about to make a note of visiting his parents' grave before the day was over when he was met with Willa Maiu, ascending the stairs to the courtyard. The tiger walked into the courtyard, with a carcass of some animal in its maw. Upon laying eyes with the beast, Adon gulped. He dry-heaved at the smell, however. He almost puked when he watched the tigress devour her prey. Even the kitten in his lap was disturbed, staring at the tiger as if she could maul them both when she was done due to hunger.

Adon spent much of that morning and noon, playing with the kitten and making sure it was hydrated as the weather was relatively warm still. As well as keeping himself occupied, it served as a nice distraction for the lack of Sagat, until an hour later when a tall figure stalked into the courtyard. Blood dripped from his hand, soaking the bandages around them, and on his face was a haunted, empty expression.

Never had Adon seemed him disturbed so it was worrisome that he was looking at what could only be described as a distressed Sagat.

"…You okay?" he approached, clueless to form any conclusions about what had happened. No way in hell that falling off a cliff would cause this. Sagat wasn't dumb to step off a rock like that anyway.

"It seems that the Satsui no Hado has grown within me" he lifted his hand.

Adon had no response to that, by virtue of not knowing what to say. A shiver ran down his spine as the dark aura emerged from the old tiger's fist. For some time, he had wanted to learn it but now, seeing the effect it had on someone, he wasn't so sure. Sagat dropped his hands onto Adon's shoulders firmly.

"If it comes down to it where I lose myself, I must die. And you have to be the one who kills me"

Momentarily, Adon stood, feeling the words hit him in the face like an anvil. Shock crystalized to anger, the same one he used to bury his feelings with, began to resurface. "Huh? Why?!"

"There's no one else."

"That is not the issue!"

Sagat was quiet and his expression morose. His hands moved to cup Adon's face, forcing his gaze upwards. The look on the old tiger was one of sorrow. He looked…tired.

"It's a morbid burden I've put on your shoulders"

No shit. But it wasn't a burden, Adon wanted to control his emotions or drive a wedge in his relationships. He may be a dumnbass who overcompensated for his own issues but that wasn't the fault of someone else. Overcompensation would serve him well this time, he figured. He hoped.

"It won't come down to that. If you lose yourself, I'll kick your ass until you come to your senses. And I'll do it as many times as I need to, but I won't kill you" he said, astounded at how calmly he said that without cracking. The hand that slid to his face and brushed against his cheek almost did him in, however.

In Sagat's eye, there was something akin to warmth. Relief even. Joy perhaps. The way his shoulders eased into a slump however was a good indicator of his reaction. "It's a tough path you've decided to take"

"I don't give a shit"

"Language" Sagat scowled.

"I still don't give a shit" Adon grinned.

An exasperated sigh escaped Sagat but his expression softened and his large hands surround Adon, pulling him into a deep embrace.

This time, a cocky attitude felt more like a mask to hide worry than Adon being his shitty old self. The sudden burden of this new development felt like a knife gutting him from within and with the gravity of the situation set in, the mask of confidence began to crack. He couldn't help but let his hands course Sagat's back, fueled by a sudden fear of separation. He noticed too late that he had begun shaking. Far slower than Sagat had, who now tightened his embrace, stroking a mane of red hair to ease the shock.

"I won't make you walk down that road alone. I'll do my part as well." He assured and those were the words, Adon felt like he needed to hear the most.

"…I'll hold you to that"