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Several days pass by. Kano does not return to their bed.
It’s not like he doesn’t try, to his own credit. Kung Lao catches them having several….moments together.
Moments where Liu Kang steps too close, stares for just long enough that Kano’s brain makes the jump from weirded out to aroused, and tries to touch him. However, each time, Liu Kang will dismiss him.
The nights when these moments happen, Liu Kang will tangle with Kung Lao at night, and mouth at him until he can taste him. Part of Kung Lao wonders if Liu Kang is pretending he’s Kano to get his rocks off. It’s not like he minds - or understands, for that matter, why Liu Kang doesn’t just let Kano have him then.
The tension in the temple is so noticeable the other champions actually start asking questions - which is a challenge in and of itself to suppress the rising smirk that fights at his lips.
“Man, I gotta ask.” Jax says one day, plopping down beside him on the rock stairs spectating the fight pit. Kung Lao tips his head to look at him, despite how he doesn’t want to tear his eyes off Liu Kang and Kano sparring.
“Ask what, Jackson?”
“Jax, man.” Jax laughs and dismissively waves one of his metal arms. “We’ve pretty much been roommates for the last few weeks, you have nickname permissions.”
Kung Lao half smiles despite himself, and tips his head encouragingly. “Sure. Go on, your question?”
“Right.” Jax nods and gestures with his chin and lips toward the fight pit. “Them two.”
Kung Lao follows his gesture with his eyes. Liu Kang and Kano are wrestling around in the sand, arms shining in the heat. Kano’s on his back, and he goes to jump up, but Liu Kang hustles down until he’s sitting on his waist. There’s a split second where they’re breathing hard, staring at each other, and then Liu Kang is yanking him into an arm lock.
Him and Jax look back at each other at the same time. They stare for a long moment.
“Your question?” Kung Lao repeats. A part of him is curious if Jax will have the audacity to ask.
He pedals around it, “Wonderin’ if they’re good. The training is starting to seem more like they’re trying to… prove somethin’ rather than learn.” Jax’s brows are settled tightly on his forehead, like he isn’t sure if he’s being vague enough.
Kung Lao feels himself smirking. “Ah.” He says, turns his face away to attempt to school his expression into something respectable. “Who knows.”
Jax stands, smacks a hand on the back of his shoulder. “You do, I think.” He snickers and trots off down into the sand to do his own training.
And he does know.
Kung Lao finds this tension bleeding into his own life. He has the unfathomable want to feel Kano’s calloused hands on his skin, to taste him, all stark and bitter sweet. However, if he wants to keep Liu in his bed, and he does, he must shun him just as he does, for as long as he deems necessary.
Then, the day comes. Kano blows up in a (possibly sex deprivation induced) rage at dinner, and simultaneously unlocks his arcana. It’s sprinkled with plenty of sexual remarks at Kung Lao and Liu Kang of course, but thankfully most the champions disregard it as Kano being Kano.
He blocks the laser beam with his hat on instinct. When he lowers it, he sees Liu whip his head over to him, half a bewildered look on his face. Kung Lao recognizes the look in his eyes. He’s pleased. After all, Liu Kang wants nothing more than for the champions to unlock their arcana before the tournament.
When dinner is over, the dishes in the sink do not get done. Liu is pulling Kano into their room the second he gets out of the showers. They’re this mess of touching and tasting that Kung Lao stumbles beside to get the door shut behind them.
“Someone’s happy to see me, eh?” Kano grins, as his knees hit the back of the bed, and he sits onto it with Liu on his lap.
Liu ruts down insistently, if not to make him shut up than to give himself some relief. Kung Lao can see the moment both of their shoulders shudder from the feeling of being slotted against each other again.
Kano groans, tips his head to show the long line of his thick neck. “Aah, fuckin’ hell, missed you, princess.” He says, which earns him another grind of Liu Kang’s hips.
Kung Lao kneels himself onto the bed. “You did not miss me? I should be upset.”
Kano turns his head, grabs Kung Lao by the collar of his tunic. “Y’ah, m’ sure you’re real broken up about it.” They kiss, wet against each other in some heated fury that is stoked from their argument at dinner.
Clothes are chucked off haphazardly, wrestled from their bodies in a starved need to feel each other again. Kano pulls away from him with a panting noise, and he glances blearily at Liu’s dark eyes.
“Awh don’t fuss, princess. I remember how jealous you get.” He says and smacks a hand against his hip, like a bridled horse. He picks him up and chucks him to the bed. “Got me little arcana, ain’t you guys proud a’ me?”
Kung Lao slides into the bed as well beside Liu Kang. He starts to gently unwrap his clothes, and folding them up. He kisses the newly exposed skin. “I’m sure Liu is. Shī dì, tell him how proud you are.”
Goosebumps rise on Liu Kang’s skin underneath his lips, but they’re quickly replaced by warmth and a reddish blush. When Kung Lao scrapes his teeth along the dragon marking under his pec, Liu Kang shudders a breath in and speaks, “mhm.. I am. Though I didn’t… expect it to take so long.”
It’s a provocation said through those dark eyes of his, his red lips. The desired effect takes.
“Ya fuckin’ complainin’? Got mine before anyone else.” Kano huffs indignant, and steps back to produce his little brown bag out of no where.
Kung Lao chuckles softly against Liu Kang’s skin. “I knew you had not given up on that.”
“On what?” Liu Kang says, curiously looking toward the bag.
Kano holds the bag up and shakes it with a Cheshire grin. “This.” He comes back to the bed and sets the bag down, takes the paperweight thing out again.
Kung Lao looks up to watch Liu Kang analyze it. “It’s a decoration.” He says, like a guess.
“No.” Kano snickers, “it’s a butt plug.” Vulgar.
At that, Kung Lao can’t help himself but to make a surprised scoff, “a what?”
“Hey, I didn’t name it.”
Liu Kang’s legs close slowly. “….okay. Why do you have it?” His suspicion is palpable.
“It’s for you.” He answers. Kung Lao sits up, sensing the whole ‘sex’ agenda was going to be on hold until Liu Kang approved of the toy Kano brought.
Liu’s eyes narrow down on his head and he purses his lips. “What am I going to do with it?” He asks.
Kano rolls his eyes, impatient. “Ya like bein’ full, don’t ya? This will make it so ya can be, even if we ain’t doin it.”
Kung Lao listens as well, debates it in his head while he looks at Liu Kang. Though if he knows anything about Liu it’s that the part about sex he likes is the other person. The mess and grossness of it puts him off. Still. He sidles up closer, kisses his shoulder, down, kisses over his nipple and watches it harden under the sensation. “Let us humor him, Shī dì. You might like it.” He says softly, laves his tongue over the sensitive flesh. “And he did work so hard today.” He reminds.
Liu Kang’s face looks pensive as he flicks between trying to press his chest further into Kung Lao, and looking suspiciously at the toy Kano holds. “I will think about it.” He says.
Before Kano can grin too wide, Liu Kang sits up and loops his arms around his neck. “But first-“ he murmurs, and their lips slot together. They’re moaning softly into each others mouths, like just being able to taste one another is a pleasure long denied, and it sort of has been.
“And what am I?” Kung Lao says, sitting up as well. He doesn’t have to finish the idiom - Kano does.
“Chopped liver, I reckon.” He grins as he pulls away. There’s a mixture of his and Liu Kang’s saliva on his lips. “Fuckin’ hell. He’s distractin’” Kano says in defense of himself, and nods his chin meaning Liu Kang.
“Ah. Trust me, I know.” Kung Lao slides his palm up Liu’s bare back, watches as he instinctively arches. “He is poison on the best of days.”
Kano wrestles Liu Kang out of his pants, tosses them, and Kung Lao catches them mid air to fold them before Liu Kang throws a fit. This continues in a pattern until Liu and Kano are both stripped bare. As pretty of a sight as they are, Kung Lao reckons he should join them.
He takes off his clothes, tosses them to the floor in a pile. He mindlessly looks down at the hickeys scattered over his crotch, along the line of hair that trails from his belly button. They were left from Liu Kang in the past few days. He presses over one, hisses at the pain it brings.
Then, he takes out his hair. He itches his scalp to relieve the phantom-ponytail pain. The brown hair falls messily along his eyebrows instead.
When he looks up, Liu Kang and Kano are staring.
He raises a brow, and they’re on him in a flash. Liu Kang kisses him open mouthed, dragging sharp canines against his lip. Kano’s shoving his hips up, pressing insistently on the hickeys to hear him gasp again. It’s overwhelming. Is this what Liu feels like with them?
“Ah-“ he pulls away from Liu Kang to shove a hand down, prying Kano away from pressing on his bruises. “That cannot be healthy to do.”
“Oh boo fuckin’ hoo, mate, ya scared of a little fun?” Kano says, predictably annoyed. “Yer enjoyin’ it, ya little masochist.” He presses again on a hickey against the top of his cock. “I guess ya gotta be to be shackin’ up with this one.” He gestures his chin toward Liu Kang.
“You are- ah mgh..” Kung Lao tries to argue back, but Kano has wrapped his calloused hands around his cock. The friction isn’t entirely unwelcome. “Thought this was supposed to be about Liu.”
“You deserve attention too, Shī Xiōng.” Liu Kang murmurs, dragging his lips along the healing burns on his shoulders to feel the odd texture.
“So sweet to me.” Kung Lao mumbles, eyes drifting shut as Kano squeezes him in hand. “But, I want to touch you too.”
Liu Kang’s eyes lid, and he gently takes Kung Lao’s hand, leads it down and rests it against his inner thigh. “Then touch me, Shī Xiōng.”
How does everything he says sound so fucking tempting?
Kano moves up on the bed as well. He releases Kung Lao in favor of guiding Liu Kang to his back. He sprawls his hand out on his chest, rubs harshly against his nipples. Liu whines at the feeling, and his legs part invitingly.
“Goddamn.” Kano murmurs.
Kung Lao shares the sentiment. He sits up, digs in the drawer beside their bed to retrieve the oil. It being half empty makes him smirk. He loves tending to his younger almost as much as Liu loves being tended to.
He pours a generous amount on his hands, and the moment he wraps his fist around Liu Kang’s cock he feels the oil warm and bubble. “Shī dì, calm down. You’ll burn yourself.” He reminds.
It’s happened before. Heat and oil don’t mix well. It would be a shame if Liu accidentally cooked himself.
Liu whines softly and looks down at his hand moving along his cock. It’s amusing watching his eyes bounce up and down, his little knitted brows, trembling lip. “..nng..”
Kano thumbs Liu Kang’s lips, shoves his thumb in past to press against his tongue. Liu Kang’s lips wrap around it immediately. His eyes are blearily. He looks like a dream.
“Look at this pretty lad. This is why I’m sayin’ you’ll be perfect all stuffed.” Kano says, pulls his thumb out to smear saliva over Liu’s lips. “Fuckin’ hell.” He murmurs, and leans forward to take his lips in his own again.
Liu whines and moans, unable to hold the kiss with how Kung Lao is pumping a pattern on his cock. He slicks up his fingers as well to start warming them at Liu Kang’s entrance. “Will you ask for it?” Kung Lao says, as usual, raising an amused brow.
Kano parts from him to let him talk. Liu Kang looks down at him, red dusted high on his cheeks. “…spoil me again, Shī Xiōng.”
He never gets tired of hearing that. He gives him a finger, then a second, then a third just to watch how Liu Kang’s abs tighten, and he feels him constrict around his fingers. He’s like an oven inside.
“Aah mngh haah feels- feels so- ngh!” Liu Kang wriggles and fits against the bed. Kano folds over him and restrains him to keep him still.
“Fuckin’ pissy thing today, aren’t you? Y’don’t ya lay still and take it like a good boy?”
Kung Lao looks up disapprovingly. “Be good to him. He can’t help himself.” He curls his fingers up against his prostate, and Liu jerks bodily. It’s like hearts appear in his eyes. “See? Look at how sweet he is. Aren’t you sweet, Liu?” He encourages.
Liu nods messily, black hair sprawled messily against the white pillows. “Nngh-! Y-yea, mmngh good… feels-! Again, pl-please-“
Kano steps back, and Kung Lao can hear him shuffling around. He returns with the toy in hand. “We’ll give it a try, huh, princess?” Kano asks.
It’s maybe a bit unfair to ask him a cohesive question while he’s half drunk on the feeling of Kung Lao’s fingers inside of him, but either way Liu nods messily, and spreads his legs.
“Here.” Kano says, and takes the oil from him. He dribbles it onto the toy, and settles himself between his legs. Kung Lao removes his fingers.
“Mmn.” Liu Kang gives a disappointed whine.
“Shh Shh.” Kung Lao comforts him by rubbing little circles on his thighs. He gets the urge to nip at them, and so he does.
Kano eases the toy to his entrance. The first inch is easy, the second and third are increasingly wider. The toy continues in this manner, and Kung Lao gets to see the way Liu Kang’s hole is stretched into a pink little circle around it. Then, it thins out, and Liu’s body sucks that part in easily. The flared base stops it from going any further.
Liu makes this punched noise at the feeling, and he shifts, which must move it inside of him because he screws up his brows. “Oh.”
“Oh good, or oh bad?” Kung Lao asks, massaging his hips comfortingly.
“It is- different.” Liu says, and his eyes are getting foggy like they do when one of them fucks him. He speaks like he’s walking through molasses, and it’s taking all of his energy.
“Shh shh.” Kung Lao says then, because he’s no stranger to how quiet he gets.
Kano grins and looks at him, “I told ya I’d reckon he’d like it. You talked ‘bout him bein’ sweet. Awful sweet now.” Kano raps his fingers over the plastic base of the toy. The vibration makes Liu Kang’s head drop back.
Kung Lao is impressed with how sensitive it seems to be. Any minor shift makes Liu Kang’s abs tense, and his lips part. He’s making passive noise, like he hasn’t even noticed he’s doing it.
“Here- sit em up.” Kano says, shifts behind Liu Kang to start pulling him up. He’s playing. Entertained by the way Liu gasps sharply at the feeling of being sat on it. “Now imagine him wearing this lil number during training- hah-! During dinner?”
Kung Lao watches with an amused expression. He can’t exactly tell if Kano is being serious or not, because there’s no way the other champions wouldn’t notice the way Liu is moaning, or the warbled look in his eyes.
“I don’t know if that would work.”
“A guy can dream, can’t he?” Kano says, reaches around to stroke Liu’s cock. The combination folds Liu Kang over.
“Mmn-! Aah haah mng nnh!”
In a display of strength, he sweeps him up, Kano picks Liu up, and sets him on a seat that’s in the corner of the bedroom. “There ya are.” He pulls away from him. “Aw’right. Go on. Pretend you’re at dinner, won’t ya? Let’s see how good this actin’ is.”
Liu sits for a moment, teetering and brain trying to catch up with what’s going on.
“This is cruel, Kano.” Kung Lao says, rotating to sit on the side of the bed to look at Liu Kang. Though, he can’t help but smirk at how cute he looks all puzzled and worked up.
“Fuck, can ya blame me? Imagine us eatin’ knowin’ he’s all full?” Kano argues, turning to look at him. He fails to hide the way his eyes drop to Kung Lao’s hard on. “You denyin likin’ the idea?”
“Course not.” He says, and glances back to Liu Kang. “It’s cute to think of him being sweet all the time.”
Liu Kang has situated himself enough to regain his composure, and seemingly enough to stay still.
“How’s that, Shī dì?” Kung Lao says, tilting his head. “Relaxing?”
Liu blinks slowly, nods once and folds his hands awkwardly in his lap.
“Awh, y’embarrassed we’re starin’ princess?” Kano asks, but Liu Kang quickly shakes his head. He’s never been afraid of eye contact.
If Kung Lao pictures him with clothes on, and a little less red in the cheeks, he can almost think that it’s subtle. That is - until Liu Kang shifts in a certain way. It must push it against his prostate, because his eyes refog immediately, and his mouth drops open.
“Mng-!” His eyes squeeze shut with a jolt. His hips twitch, and his body eagerly pushes back onto it. Soon enough he’s bouncing himself, grinding it against his prostate. “Nngh- aah aah mnnn haaah haaah!”
Kung Lao and Kano are… stunned to say the least. The sight of him fucking himself is almost too arousing to bear.
“…bloody hell.” Kano murmurs to himself. He’s blatantly stroking his cock while watching, tipping his head back in pleasure. “He’s a fuckin’ beaut…”
“I know that.” Kung Lao answers, and he’s achingly hard. It’s taking all of his self respect not to get himself off as well.
Kano gives him a dark look. “Should we let the poor bastard play?”
“He seems to be enjoying it.” Kung Lao agrees. He taps his own hand against his thigh twice. He watches Liu’s eyes follow it, and Liu taps his own leg too. “He wants to play.” He says.
“Y’ah?” Kano says, comes closer and sets a knee outside of Kung Lao’s. “Does he wanna watch too?”
Kung Lao swallows softly at his closeness. “I am sure he would like some entertainment.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.”