In this chapter : Craig's mental debates come back again as he's about to face Bryan Fury in the Tournament…
A/N : Remember last chapter, I said that it sucked? I took a look at what I was writing 2, 3 years ago. THAT sucked. I'd post it but I'd have to rewrite it. Anyways, here's the new chapter. From now on, chapters should be updated faster… I hope. This has gotten me into writing again! Chapter title doesn't suck as much as last one hehehe n.n;;;. Oh well. READ ON! NOW! XD (shuts up).
The Bet
Chapter 12 : Mental
"Awww come on Craig… why?"
"I don't want you to get hurt again."
"For fuck's sake, reverse my age… I'm 21, not 12!"
"You almost got killed because of Bryan and Kazuya. Don't want the same thing to happen again."
The redheaded youth raised an eyebrow. Craig had insisted for him to stay in the room during the fight, so that he wouldn't be able to go out and be beaten again. And now, he had done a mistake… "'Cause of Bryan… what does he even have to do with it?"
"Nothing kid. Nothing."
"I'm not dumb, big guy… something's not right. So tell… come on!! TELL! Please…??"
How could he ever tell him the true link between Bryan, Kazuya and him? How could he break the kid's heart like that? Because it would be impossible that he'd take that in a good way. Simply impossible. As much as Hwoarang was an arrogant and immature kid that seemed to be desperate for love and attention, Craig knew that he could be "sensitive"… 'Like when Jin showed up earlier… he was berserk…'
There was no doubt. He'd go berserk. 'He seemed ready to kill him, would he do the same thing with me?'
'Stop it, idiot. He wouldn't kill you. First, he loves you. Second, he stands no chance against you.'
'He did love Jin, and look at what he was going to do. Endanger his own life in order to end someone else's…'
'He wasn't going to kill him. He couldn't kill. Would someone that cute kill?'
The American shook his head in annoyance at his inner debate. "Nothing's wrong. He still owns me some money so… just stop worrying."
"Then how come you think I, and I repeat in your own words, "almost got killed because Bryan and Kazuya", while Bryan WASN'T there?"
"Give me a few days, then I'll explain everything, I promise. Everything." 'Then you'll be able to chose whether you want to stay with me or not'.
'He won't take no for an answer. Now stop being mental and talk with him.'
'Fucking mind… why should I listen to some part of myself I wasn't even aware I had… I am NOT telling now.'
"Craig… you okay? You have that same look when you first made love with me… you know, just before I reminded you to undress…?"
"Sorry kid. Anyways, got to get ready for my match. You be a good boy and you stay here. If you do so, I'll reward you" he said in with a wink.
'The concept of reward/punition won't work long with him. He'll want to know the truth. That it's all a game to you. That you did not care for him until recently.'
'Shut up… there I go again. Arguing with myself. Whatever. I'm not telling him now. Anyways, I told him as much as I could without hurting him, and he'll have to wait until it's all over for me to tell.'
The redhead gave him another of those weird, "you're good for the nuthouse" looks. "Alright alright alright… I'll wait… even if I hate waiting…"
"Good boy." The taller man chuckled as he petted the other's head in a joking manner. "So you're not going to leave all by yourself?"
Hwoarang sighed. Nope, he'd never understand that he could defend himself. After all, he was a Taekwondo master… who had been beaten up by two guys in a two-week span. "Fine… I'll stay… as long as you keep your promises. Sex and the whole explanation after the tournament."
"I will. I'm off now. See you later, kid." Craig pressed his lips on the Korean's, who was much calmer than earlier, and closed the door as he walked off to the fighting ring.
As for the youth, he picked the remote from the desk it was resting on and flopped on the bed, back supported by a bunch of pillows, chips and soda in hand. He wouldn't miss the match. "I will not fall asleep; I will not fall asleep…" he repeated out loud in a monotone voice, just like he would recite mantras. "I will not fall asleep till they show the match; will not fall asleep before I see Craig winning… I will not fall asleep… nope… won't fall asleep………… nuh-huh……… fall asleep I will not………………"
But sometimes, body wins over mind…
That thing applied to Craig as well. He was determined to win the Tournament. Bryan Fury was a mere thing standing in his way now. Of course he'd have to win the fight in order to win, and with it would come the 100,000 dollars bonus for being with Hwoarang during it. "Well, here I am… about to kick Bryan Fury's ass once and for all… I'll show him not to mess with either Hwoarang or me. Because if you mess with Hwoarang, you mess with me as well."
Both men climbed on the stage, under the cameras. The even was more and more taped as it got to near the end. Craig's dark eyes checked around the area; Hwoarang wasn't there. 'Heh, don't tell me you actually listened to me?'
The referee entered the area right after them. Quick presentation of the two fighters, then whoop! The fight began.
Bryan was the first to move, directing his punches at Craig, who blocked half of them. He retaliated with an elbow blow and a few punches too that the ex-cop obviously had seen coming. The cyborg countered with a powerful kick that the bigger man couldn't avoid. This time he was the one to counter. The black-haired man bent down and hit Bryan with his hand, palm facing the ceiling. The blow was enough to bring him down, but not for long. Fury was now back in his stance. Marduk prepared a kick, and sent him flying again. This time he stayed down, glaring at the first round winner.
---
"CRAIG MARDUK WINS FIRST ROUND!!"
"WHA-A-A-AT!!!??" The redheaded youth suddenly rose on the bed. He had missed the first round as he slept… "I did sleep after all. Fuck…" On the screen, Craig Marduk smiled evilly. Hwoarang recognized Montgomery Burns's look from the Simpsons and laughed some before picking up the soda… or what was left of it. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! My drink… how could I spill it over myself? I'd like to get another one, but I told Craig I wouldn't leave the room. Damn it. At least I still have chips."
And so he decided to lay back in the bed, remote still in hand, waiting for the second round to start.
---
In the ring, Bryan slowly got up. There was no way he'd lose to him… no fucking way he'd lose to someone, especially to Marduk. You'd have to be crazy to accept such a bet. And you'd have to be even crazier to face Bryan Fury. He waited for what seemed an eternity, until the referee decided to call second round.
The taller American shot him another glare before charging to the other, who countered with a punch in his opponent's stomach. In return, Craig simply smiled evilly and punched him in the jaw, sending Bryan a good two meters away. The latter got back up and ran up to him again, unleashing a series of well-aimed kicks, which remained unblocked. The tallest fighter winced in pain, before turning his back on the other, grabbing his arms with his own, doing a front flip and landing ON him.
Bryan Fury was now on the floor, motionless.
Craig Marduk had won.
---
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOO!!" Hwoarang would've danced if he could have done so. Raising his arms in the air, smiling heavily, he was almost as happy as if he had won. He was also going to jump out of the bed, which he did, only to sit back the second after. 'The pain…' And now that the fight was over, boredom hit him. As usual, there was still nothing on the other channels. "Now where's my CD-player…" he muttered as he got up slowly, walking toward the backpack that was on the floor.
Then he realized he'd have a hard time to bend down.
"Shit."
---
The Vale Tudo fighter got out of the gym, proud of his win over Bryan Fury. He'd win the Tournament and show the ex-cop that he was the strongest. And that he could still handle the bet. Some reporters were almost running after him, hoping that he'd be open for an interview. "Later, later, gotta do some stuff." "Stuff" referring to Hwoarang and fighting Kazuya Mishima… since Jin Kazama had been taken away from the fight. Why? No one knew.
Or maybe he'd fight Heihachi Mishima himself.
Or maybe not.
'Oh well. I'll see that tomorrow morning.'
Craig went back the room, hoping Hwoarang had obeyed him and had not left the room. The idea of having to carry him once again to the infirmary with more broken ribs – and other problems – wasn't much appealing to him.
The room was quiet, except for the TV that was still turned on. Hwoarang was quietly asleep, empty bag of chips in one hand, remote in the other. The American chuckled and thought about ways of waking him up. As long as he wouldn't lay completely on him, it would be fine… no?
"Hey kid… wake up… hehehe…" He trailed his hands on the Korean's face, neck and waist. Just as he expected, the youth didn't move. His hands moved further down to meet with his thighs, gently stroking them. "Come on… wake up hehehehe… wake up!"
No movement.
The black-haired man sighed. What the hell could he do to wake him up? Would sliding a hand in his pants do the trick? 'Just gotta try, eh? Now if I could do so……… there should be limit to how pants can be tight' he said to himself while getting the jeans off of his lover. "Damn things…"
Hwoarang yawned in his sleep and turned his head to the left, while Craig had now gotten rid of the evil jeans, deciding if he should get the boxers off too. His right hand once inside them, he started to touch the other male's member, who had now semi-hardened. At the same time, he kissed him in the neck… 'This ought to wake you up.'
This time, the redhead moaned and squirmed, eyes half-opened as the older man continued to give him pleasure. "Craig…… mmmmm…"
"Good evening, kid. About time you wake up." Instinctively as he spoke to him, Craig stopped playing around with his mate's erection. Hwoarang sleepily groaned some, thrusting get more attention. "Oops, sorry… guess you want more, right?" As an answer, he got another moan, reassuring himself that he wasn't being hurt.
The American kissed him deeply, then moved his mouth near Hwoarang's ear, slightly nibbling on it. He could feel the redheaded man's breath going faster and faster as the hand was still going up and down on his erection, mouth wide open in a silent scream. Suddenly, he felt the other's hand on his own length in a up-down motion, which would've technically sent him over the edge. He still made sure he wasn't hurting the kid and kissed him once again.
Hwoarang closed his eyes. The pain he had felt earlier was totally gone, as he never even had any rib broke or such things. Nothing really mattered anymore. He was with Craig, that's it, that's all. If it hadn't been of that bruise, would he actually be with him right now? 'STOP THINKING HWOARANG!' he screamed to himself, now wanting to lose any bit of those moments. His eyes opened again and closed right away as he reached climax.
Craig, who was still doing the best he could not to fall on top of the youth, was really enjoying that break taken from his inner debates. He looked down to meet Hwoarang's eyes, which were not half-closed. The pumping motion on his member had almost stopped when he reached climax too. Everything was suddenly too silent for him, even though he could hear their rapid breaths. "You alright, kid?"
The younger man addressed him a goofy yet content, calm smile and closed his eyes once again. "Of course……… man, fuck morphine and let's fuck more………"
"Fine." Wink. "Just, don't get beat up again thinking you'll get more."
"Heh?"
"Ask and you shall receive, kid. It's as simple as that."
"We speak the same language, big guy."
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : About 4 or 5 chapters left (excluding the two endings lol) until the end! Will Craig get his money? Will he win the Tournament? Find out in the next chapters! Thanks for the reviews!
A/N : Remember last chapter, I said that it sucked? I took a look at what I was writing 2, 3 years ago. THAT sucked. I'd post it but I'd have to rewrite it. Anyways, here's the new chapter. From now on, chapters should be updated faster… I hope. This has gotten me into writing again! Chapter title doesn't suck as much as last one hehehe n.n;;;. Oh well. READ ON! NOW! XD (shuts up).
Chapter 12 : Mental
"Awww come on Craig… why?"
"I don't want you to get hurt again."
"For fuck's sake, reverse my age… I'm 21, not 12!"
"You almost got killed because of Bryan and Kazuya. Don't want the same thing to happen again."
The redheaded youth raised an eyebrow. Craig had insisted for him to stay in the room during the fight, so that he wouldn't be able to go out and be beaten again. And now, he had done a mistake… "'Cause of Bryan… what does he even have to do with it?"
"Nothing kid. Nothing."
"I'm not dumb, big guy… something's not right. So tell… come on!! TELL! Please…??"
How could he ever tell him the true link between Bryan, Kazuya and him? How could he break the kid's heart like that? Because it would be impossible that he'd take that in a good way. Simply impossible. As much as Hwoarang was an arrogant and immature kid that seemed to be desperate for love and attention, Craig knew that he could be "sensitive"… 'Like when Jin showed up earlier… he was berserk…'
There was no doubt. He'd go berserk. 'He seemed ready to kill him, would he do the same thing with me?'
'Stop it, idiot. He wouldn't kill you. First, he loves you. Second, he stands no chance against you.'
'He did love Jin, and look at what he was going to do. Endanger his own life in order to end someone else's…'
'He wasn't going to kill him. He couldn't kill. Would someone that cute kill?'
The American shook his head in annoyance at his inner debate. "Nothing's wrong. He still owns me some money so… just stop worrying."
"Then how come you think I, and I repeat in your own words, "almost got killed because Bryan and Kazuya", while Bryan WASN'T there?"
"Give me a few days, then I'll explain everything, I promise. Everything." 'Then you'll be able to chose whether you want to stay with me or not'.
'He won't take no for an answer. Now stop being mental and talk with him.'
'Fucking mind… why should I listen to some part of myself I wasn't even aware I had… I am NOT telling now.'
"Craig… you okay? You have that same look when you first made love with me… you know, just before I reminded you to undress…?"
"Sorry kid. Anyways, got to get ready for my match. You be a good boy and you stay here. If you do so, I'll reward you" he said in with a wink.
'The concept of reward/punition won't work long with him. He'll want to know the truth. That it's all a game to you. That you did not care for him until recently.'
'Shut up… there I go again. Arguing with myself. Whatever. I'm not telling him now. Anyways, I told him as much as I could without hurting him, and he'll have to wait until it's all over for me to tell.'
The redhead gave him another of those weird, "you're good for the nuthouse" looks. "Alright alright alright… I'll wait… even if I hate waiting…"
"Good boy." The taller man chuckled as he petted the other's head in a joking manner. "So you're not going to leave all by yourself?"
Hwoarang sighed. Nope, he'd never understand that he could defend himself. After all, he was a Taekwondo master… who had been beaten up by two guys in a two-week span. "Fine… I'll stay… as long as you keep your promises. Sex and the whole explanation after the tournament."
"I will. I'm off now. See you later, kid." Craig pressed his lips on the Korean's, who was much calmer than earlier, and closed the door as he walked off to the fighting ring.
As for the youth, he picked the remote from the desk it was resting on and flopped on the bed, back supported by a bunch of pillows, chips and soda in hand. He wouldn't miss the match. "I will not fall asleep; I will not fall asleep…" he repeated out loud in a monotone voice, just like he would recite mantras. "I will not fall asleep till they show the match; will not fall asleep before I see Craig winning… I will not fall asleep… nope… won't fall asleep………… nuh-huh……… fall asleep I will not………………"
But sometimes, body wins over mind…
That thing applied to Craig as well. He was determined to win the Tournament. Bryan Fury was a mere thing standing in his way now. Of course he'd have to win the fight in order to win, and with it would come the 100,000 dollars bonus for being with Hwoarang during it. "Well, here I am… about to kick Bryan Fury's ass once and for all… I'll show him not to mess with either Hwoarang or me. Because if you mess with Hwoarang, you mess with me as well."
Both men climbed on the stage, under the cameras. The even was more and more taped as it got to near the end. Craig's dark eyes checked around the area; Hwoarang wasn't there. 'Heh, don't tell me you actually listened to me?'
The referee entered the area right after them. Quick presentation of the two fighters, then whoop! The fight began.
Bryan was the first to move, directing his punches at Craig, who blocked half of them. He retaliated with an elbow blow and a few punches too that the ex-cop obviously had seen coming. The cyborg countered with a powerful kick that the bigger man couldn't avoid. This time he was the one to counter. The black-haired man bent down and hit Bryan with his hand, palm facing the ceiling. The blow was enough to bring him down, but not for long. Fury was now back in his stance. Marduk prepared a kick, and sent him flying again. This time he stayed down, glaring at the first round winner.
---
"CRAIG MARDUK WINS FIRST ROUND!!"
"WHA-A-A-AT!!!??" The redheaded youth suddenly rose on the bed. He had missed the first round as he slept… "I did sleep after all. Fuck…" On the screen, Craig Marduk smiled evilly. Hwoarang recognized Montgomery Burns's look from the Simpsons and laughed some before picking up the soda… or what was left of it. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! My drink… how could I spill it over myself? I'd like to get another one, but I told Craig I wouldn't leave the room. Damn it. At least I still have chips."
And so he decided to lay back in the bed, remote still in hand, waiting for the second round to start.
---
In the ring, Bryan slowly got up. There was no way he'd lose to him… no fucking way he'd lose to someone, especially to Marduk. You'd have to be crazy to accept such a bet. And you'd have to be even crazier to face Bryan Fury. He waited for what seemed an eternity, until the referee decided to call second round.
The taller American shot him another glare before charging to the other, who countered with a punch in his opponent's stomach. In return, Craig simply smiled evilly and punched him in the jaw, sending Bryan a good two meters away. The latter got back up and ran up to him again, unleashing a series of well-aimed kicks, which remained unblocked. The tallest fighter winced in pain, before turning his back on the other, grabbing his arms with his own, doing a front flip and landing ON him.
Bryan Fury was now on the floor, motionless.
Craig Marduk had won.
---
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOO!!" Hwoarang would've danced if he could have done so. Raising his arms in the air, smiling heavily, he was almost as happy as if he had won. He was also going to jump out of the bed, which he did, only to sit back the second after. 'The pain…' And now that the fight was over, boredom hit him. As usual, there was still nothing on the other channels. "Now where's my CD-player…" he muttered as he got up slowly, walking toward the backpack that was on the floor.
Then he realized he'd have a hard time to bend down.
"Shit."
---
The Vale Tudo fighter got out of the gym, proud of his win over Bryan Fury. He'd win the Tournament and show the ex-cop that he was the strongest. And that he could still handle the bet. Some reporters were almost running after him, hoping that he'd be open for an interview. "Later, later, gotta do some stuff." "Stuff" referring to Hwoarang and fighting Kazuya Mishima… since Jin Kazama had been taken away from the fight. Why? No one knew.
Or maybe he'd fight Heihachi Mishima himself.
Or maybe not.
'Oh well. I'll see that tomorrow morning.'
Craig went back the room, hoping Hwoarang had obeyed him and had not left the room. The idea of having to carry him once again to the infirmary with more broken ribs – and other problems – wasn't much appealing to him.
The room was quiet, except for the TV that was still turned on. Hwoarang was quietly asleep, empty bag of chips in one hand, remote in the other. The American chuckled and thought about ways of waking him up. As long as he wouldn't lay completely on him, it would be fine… no?
"Hey kid… wake up… hehehe…" He trailed his hands on the Korean's face, neck and waist. Just as he expected, the youth didn't move. His hands moved further down to meet with his thighs, gently stroking them. "Come on… wake up hehehehe… wake up!"
No movement.
The black-haired man sighed. What the hell could he do to wake him up? Would sliding a hand in his pants do the trick? 'Just gotta try, eh? Now if I could do so……… there should be limit to how pants can be tight' he said to himself while getting the jeans off of his lover. "Damn things…"
Hwoarang yawned in his sleep and turned his head to the left, while Craig had now gotten rid of the evil jeans, deciding if he should get the boxers off too. His right hand once inside them, he started to touch the other male's member, who had now semi-hardened. At the same time, he kissed him in the neck… 'This ought to wake you up.'
This time, the redhead moaned and squirmed, eyes half-opened as the older man continued to give him pleasure. "Craig…… mmmmm…"
"Good evening, kid. About time you wake up." Instinctively as he spoke to him, Craig stopped playing around with his mate's erection. Hwoarang sleepily groaned some, thrusting get more attention. "Oops, sorry… guess you want more, right?" As an answer, he got another moan, reassuring himself that he wasn't being hurt.
The American kissed him deeply, then moved his mouth near Hwoarang's ear, slightly nibbling on it. He could feel the redheaded man's breath going faster and faster as the hand was still going up and down on his erection, mouth wide open in a silent scream. Suddenly, he felt the other's hand on his own length in a up-down motion, which would've technically sent him over the edge. He still made sure he wasn't hurting the kid and kissed him once again.
Hwoarang closed his eyes. The pain he had felt earlier was totally gone, as he never even had any rib broke or such things. Nothing really mattered anymore. He was with Craig, that's it, that's all. If it hadn't been of that bruise, would he actually be with him right now? 'STOP THINKING HWOARANG!' he screamed to himself, now wanting to lose any bit of those moments. His eyes opened again and closed right away as he reached climax.
Craig, who was still doing the best he could not to fall on top of the youth, was really enjoying that break taken from his inner debates. He looked down to meet Hwoarang's eyes, which were not half-closed. The pumping motion on his member had almost stopped when he reached climax too. Everything was suddenly too silent for him, even though he could hear their rapid breaths. "You alright, kid?"
The younger man addressed him a goofy yet content, calm smile and closed his eyes once again. "Of course……… man, fuck morphine and let's fuck more………"
"Fine." Wink. "Just, don't get beat up again thinking you'll get more."
"Heh?"
"Ask and you shall receive, kid. It's as simple as that."
"We speak the same language, big guy."
… To be continued…
A/N 2 : About 4 or 5 chapters left (excluding the two endings lol) until the end! Will Craig get his money? Will he win the Tournament? Find out in the next chapters! Thanks for the reviews!