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It was a normal night, just like any other, most of the monks had gone to their rooms after a long day of labors and training, except for Liu Kang and Kung Lao, who were sparring in one of the dojos.
Why would they still be training so late? Simple, during dinner they made a bet: a one-round combat, where the winner would clean the other's room. It was pointless, but they did it more out of pride than anything else, manly stuff. But with one vital difference: neither of them could use their special abilities. That is, Liu Kang couldn't use his fire powers, nor his nunchaku, and Kung Lao was forbidden to use his hat or teleportation tricks.
It was a simple, raw, bare-knuckle fight, with only the kombat skills learned at the academy.
The fight was quite interesting, not to say they had fun even though the blows hurt. For his part, Kung Lao showed considerable improvement. Previously, whenever his opponent was beating him, he would take out his hat, but for some time now, he'd been trying to avoid using it so he'd know what to do if he lost it.
It seems that being on the verge of death more than twice convinced him to attend his classes more often.
That said, in the middle of the fight, Kung Lao managed to knock Liu Kang to the ground with a roundhouse kick and took the opportunity to pounce on him. At that point, the two began randomly punching each other, seeming more like a fight between children than adults, but at that point, neither of them cared; they were just having fun, and that's what counted.
But in the meantime, Kung Lao managed to skillfully grab the chosen one's hands and immobilize them by placing them firmly on the wooden floor. Liu Kang's wrists ended up surrounded and held firmly by Kung Lao's hands. But it wasn't a simple grip. His hands were strategically placed on a specific point on the forearm and wrist, a weak point that, with some force, leaves the opponent unable to use their hands to defend themselves.
As for his legs, they were separated by the other warrior's torso, who, in addition, placed all his weight between them and the chosen one's lower abdomen, preventing him from moving his hips and rendering the champion's legs useless.
The chosen one didn't think twice and tried to free himself from the grip as the monks had taught him, something that would have worked except that the move didn't work. This didn't matter to him so much; he thought that if he applied a little more force it would work, but when he did, he couldn't. By this point, he started to get nervous, so he used all his strength to free himself. He even tried to use his legs to get up, but nothing worked. He was completely trapped in his companion's grasp.
Liu Kang's eyes became wide, he was genuinely surprised. He then looked at Kung Lao, who had a malicious smile.
“What's wrong? Can't you move?” the victorious monk asked.
“Uhmm, not really…” The chosen one replied, still surprised. “How is this possible?”
“It's a technique Kai taught me; they taught it to him in the navy to hold people down,” he explained, then briefly shrugged. “If applied properly, it can hold even the champion, perhaps.”
The provocation made Liu Kang narrow his eyes, and with a loud grunt of exertion, he struggled once more, but Kung Lao's body remained firm. He used all his concentration and strength to maintain his strategic grip. On this occasion, the Chosen One used so much force that even that managed to tire him out, leaving him panting for a few seconds.
“Are you giving up?” Kung Lao asked with a smile from ear to ear of satisfaction and pride.
“…I'm impressed.” Liu Kang admitted, visibly defeated, but not collapsed.
The champion took a few seconds to catch his breath when he noticed a silence. Then he looked at his partner, who hadn't erased his smile. He took those seconds to appreciate every detail of his rival. Being shirtless, he noticed how sexy he looked, how his defined torso contracted and expanded with his labored breathing. Furthermore, seeing him in that state, cornered and vulnerable, couldn't help but feel aroused.
Liu Kang was already familiar with that look on Kung Lao's face, a look that could only be compared to a predator analyzing and savoring its prey. That expression frightened him a little, because of how demure he was, but at the same time, how excited he was, because with that, he knew something exciting was approaching, something he wouldn't be able to resist.
"Don't even think about it…" The champion said with a nervous smile. Although he knew what to say, it was in vain.
“Too late…” The other warrior replied, and in a sudden movement, he moved his hands forward, which made Liu Kang extend his arms, making his elbows be at the height of his head, which made him open his eyes again in surprise, they had left him or in a more vulnerable position than before. Being like this, he couldn't help but feel aroused, which made him start to blush.
The sudden movement allowed Kung Lao to lean his torso further forward, bringing his face ever closer to the chosen one's face, remaining a mere distance away.
"W-Wait!" Liu Kang said softly, turning his head, not because he didn't want Kung Lao to kiss him, but because he instinctively wanted to look around to make sure at least no one was watching them.
"What? Are you going to play hard to get now?" Kung Lao asked, leaning closer, his mouth practically pressed between the Chosen One's neck and ear, who felt a chill.
"I-It's not that, it's just, just see where we are." He responded with a nervous laugh and one last struggle, obviously in vain. Although he had already seen that there was no one around him, just the two of them in that dojo. Still, that didn't mean someone couldn't figure out how to train at night and catch them.
"No one comes at this hour," Kung Lao said with complete certainty, then began kissing the chosen one's neck, who contracted his body at the sensation. "It's just you and me..."
Kung Lao intentionally began to insert his tongue, causing Liu Kang to gasp and breathe harder and harder; those kisses drove him crazy. It was something he loved and hated at the same time, because they made him let his guard down and give in so easily. But who could resist?
And said and done, the champion let himself be carried away by the situation and stopped exerting force.
"See? You like it…” Kung Lao whispered mockingly.
"... You... cheater.” Liu Kang whispered back before the other warrior silenced him with a passionate kiss, which he couldn't help but play along with.
While they were kissing, Kung Lao took advantage of his position and moved his pelvis forward so that his crotch rubbed against the chosen one's. At this stimulus, the champion could only let out a stifled moan and his breathing began to become labored. This was something only Kung Lao had the privilege of witnessing; something that only made him more excited, having the champion such state gave him a feeling of possession while the other could do nothing but let himself be carried away by being trapped in that strong grip.
They only stopped kissing because they both needed to breathe; if not for that, they could kiss for hours on end. During that intermission, Kung Lao took a few seconds to look at the chosen one, who had that fragile and submissive expression, one that only begged him to continue.
Then, finally, Kung Lao released Liu Kang's wrists, which he immediately noticed as he no longer felt the pressure on them. Releasing them allowed him to lower his head further and further, sliding his smooth mouth down the chosen one's upper torso, placing tender kisses over his enormous and well-formed pectorals, then continuing the same but on the champion's strong abdomen, who could only emit gasps of pleasure.
The action could have continued until suddenly, Kung Lao felt a strong grip around his neck and a rough, swift movement that cut off all inspiration. Liu Kang had taken advantage of the distraction and wrapped his legs around his partner's neck and quickly twisted his body to their side in such a way that he managed to subdue him. The champion, being the champion that he is, moved quickly and strategically in such a way that he was able to hold Kung Lao's neck with one of his legs while holding one of his arms with his strong hands and rotating it in such a way that he was on the verge of dislocating his shoulder. This obviously caught the warrior off guard, and he began to complain of pain.
"Are you giving up?" Liu Kang asked, mocking the way Kung Lao had asked him moments before.
"What's wrong with you?" The other Shaolin asked in pain and trying to wriggle free, to no avail. "That's cheating!"
"So? You started.” The chosen one replied, tightening his grip even more, making his opponent squirm again. "Someone needs to teach you not to let your guard down, even if the other one has surrendered."
"Okay! Okay! Enough! I get it!" Kung Lao exclaimed, his expression pained, barely able to breathe. He genuinely felt like they were about to break his arm. "I'm sorry!"
Then Liu Kang smiled and eased his grip, releasing Kung Lao, who let out a deep sigh of relief followed by a grunt of pain.
"Geez! You almost broke my arm!" Kung Lao complained, turning his body so he was lying on his back, rubbing his arm and letting out another groan as he rotated it to adjust it.
"The enemy would have broken it without a second thought, keep that in mind.” Liu Kang said, standing up from the ground in a serious tone.
Kung Lao, still on the ground, fell silent and let his head fall against the ground, completely defeated and somewhat disappointed. Liu Kang noticed this.
"Hey, it's okay. You managed to knock me down, that's progress.” He said, approaching and offering a hand.
Kung Lao then smiled and took his hand so he could stand up, both of them standing face to face.
"Maybe I should reward you." The chosen one continued as he turned his body and headed toward the door, "I'll go think about it in my room..."
Following that statement, Liu Kang smirked and winked his right eye, revealing a clear double meaning. It was evident that he was dying to continue the action, but he rather be in a more private place.
"Elder Gods, give me strength!" Kung Lao said to himself before excitedly following his lover. That night they would have an exciting evening.