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“Was it planned?” Bi-Han asked, his fingers still tracing Liu Kang’s chin. “For me to end up with you, Liu Kang?”
“I merely allowed the beginning of the new era…” Liu Kang closed his eyes when he felt the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei’s thumb on his lower lip. “All choices lie in the hands of mortals, Bi-Han.”
Bi-Han had his doubts about that sometimes. After the whole story that Liu Kang was the creator of this new era, He kept thinking about what had come before. What he had done, what he might do in the future.
Liu Kang had not said the fate he had in the old Era, and Bi-Han wondered if it was the same as now.
There were many things he desired. The expansion of the Lin Kuei. The absolute dominion of his clan.
Liu Kang’s body in his bed.
If there were gods greater than Liu Kang, he expected no mercy. Because the only one he longed for in his core came from his divine lover.
Did Liu Kang really never interfere in anything?
He knew his lover spoke the truth in all his words — not only because he was a god, but because he knew he could trust him — but in other timelines, were they still together? Or not?
Bi-Han knew about Kitana. Before the new Era, the two used to be a good couple, but after the separation of the timelines where both were titans, Liu Kang was alone for a long time. A very long time. Until he formed the organization for the protection of the Earthrealm and, consequently, became interested in Bi-Han.
Bi-Han had never thought about it. There was a selfish kind of pride in imagining a god beneath a mortal on almost every free night, and that he surrendered with all his being to being dominated. They preferred privacy; it was simpler. None of the disciples of the Wu Shi needed to know that the protector god of Earthrealm acted completely differently in his intimate moments with a mortal.
It was a selfish pleasure Bi-Han could not leave behind. He would not admit it out loud, but he liked Liu Kang. It was a forbidden pleasure that accompanied them and they could not let go of.
That night, he decided to visit the Wu Shi after a mission. He’d told Kuai Liang he would pass along deliver the information to Liu Kang that he had obtained in the last mission he carried out — which was yet another of his lies, since he just wanted to see the god. He was not planning to return to the Lin Kuei that night, so he would not worry. Kuai Liang and Tomas were already used to his absence for a night or two.
The audience hall was empty when Bi-Han arrived. Usually he needed authorization to enter — with Kung Lao and Raiden being the informants — but since the night was calm, it was not necessary.
Liu Kang was already waiting for him. Standing, with his hands behind his back, his bright eyes staring at his lover right after the door closed.
“Bi-Han.”
“Liu Kang.”
Under other circumstances, Bi-Han would have greeted him. Fists closed, bowing in respect. But not at that moment, as he walked toward the god until they stood face to face.
“Are you alone?” Liu Kang asked, glancing at the door.
“Yes. I was not followed.” Bi-Han then took the liberty of removing his mask and leaving it on the table. Liu Kang approached him slowly, his posture different. Not as tense, more relaxed than he could be. In moments like this, he felt he could relax with Bi-Han.
“I missed you.”
Bi-Han looked at the god while the bandaged hands rested on his cheeks, holding his face. He didn’t react, as Liu Kang’s bright, pale eyes were like abnormal magnets.
Sometimes, it felt strange to think Liu Kang still felt human emotions. He had heard the god say that long ago he had been human, and since then, things had changed. It was strange to think a god could miss someone.
“Do gods feel emotions?” Bi-Han brought his hand to Liu Kang’s wrist, wrapping his fingers over the bandaged hands. Liu Kang opened a small corner smile.
“I suppose that makes me more human.” He slid his thumbs across the other’s warm skin. “To think I can make mistakes.”
“Is this a mistake?” Bi-Han asked.
Liu Kang gave a corner smile and shook his head, denying.
“Never is one when I am with you…” Bi-Han moved his hands to the god’s hips, already noticing the proximity between them was more obvious than he thought. “But I fear you might think this is a mistake.”
“Do not treat this as a mistake.”
Liu Kang kept the same smile. He did not hesitate to move the short strand of dark hair aside, tucking it behind his ear. Bi-Han found himself both exasperated and fascinated by that sight.
“Come.” Liu Kang called as he pulled away.
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Liu Kang’s shirt was open. His headband was somewhere on the floor, unlike the red sash at his waist, which was still there even after Bi-Han had removed his pants.
Bi-Han’s tongue slid slowly along the wet slit, from bottom to top, savoring the taste of his lover on his tongue. Liu Kang arched his back immediately, a trembling sigh escaping from his parted lips.
“Bi-Han…”
Bi-Han kept his face buried between Liu Kang’s open thighs, his tongue moving with controlled hunger against the warm, wet flesh. The Fire God’s body trembled beneath him, legs bent and spread, his feet barely touching the bed.
Liu Kang had to be careful with the sounds. He would not want any disciple or monk of the Wu Shi to find out that he was being eaten out by Bi-Han within the temple grounds. What kind of god would he be if he did not respect the rules and gave in to carnal pleasures?
Since the first time Bi-Han had discovered this part of Liu Kang’s body, something inside him had changed. Curiosity had turned into need. Having a god — the protector of Earthrealm, the being who shaped this land — with his legs spread, reacting against his tongue… it was an indescribable sensation. The fact that he was not like Bi-Han and his brothers made him think that Liu Kang should be his. That he should belong to him whenever he allowed himself to. His private property, even if the god was a greater being.
Liu Kang certainly would not mind. There was a clear difference when they were in front of other protectors. The Liu Kang who was a brave, harmonious, benevolent, and merciful god — always with a sensible answer to the curious and a command of protection to the weak. He never interfered with others’ free will.
And there was this Liu Kang. Submissive, almost pleading. Willing to give in to his own desires in the presence of a mortal.
Bi-Han could push him to his limits, and even then he would not push him away.
Did Liu Kang really not interfere with his free will?
He sometimes thought that simply desiring a god in that way was strange enough. As if, at some point, something had been placed in his path — to desire him so much to the point of wanting him for himself. In a way that both of them could live their lives together, without external interference.
But until then… he preferred to go as far as fate would let him.
Bi-Han kept Liu Kang’s strong thighs open, his large, calloused hands firmly holding the front of them, keeping him open. At his sides, he could feel the bright glow of the tattoos that ran from his waist down to his ankles. They were beautiful tattoos, which he never tired of observing while they were in the dim light after another day’s end.
He sucked, his tongue sliding along the swollen slit, circling the sensitive clitoris before drawing it between his lips. Every time he did that, he felt Liu Kang’s thighs try to close around his head by reflex, his hips trying to move against his mouth, even though Bi-Han kept them in place with strong hands.
Liu Kang was wet. A sheen of sweat appeared over the golden skin of his chest and abdomen, his long hair spread over the pillow. The quiff had partially come undone, with dark strands falling around his face.
He almost sobbed as he grabbed Bi-Han’s loose hair in response to what he felt. He did not need to answer, because the answer he had was in front of him. In that silent and selfish satisfaction, where there was nothing more dangerous than having the fate of the entire world submissive at his feet.
“Bi-Han…” Liu Kang pleaded once more. He pulled his mouth away for a brief moment to replace his tongue with two thick fingers. He slid them slowly along the soaked entrance, feeling the tight heat swallow them halfway. Liu Kang let out a long, trembling moan, lifting his torso from the bed to look at him between his legs after removing his hands from the dark hair. “I— I won’t be able to take it…”
Bi-Han’s fingers began to move in a steady rhythm — sliding in and out slowly, then curling inward at the exact spot he already knew well.
“Are you sure?” Bi-Han teased. He kept fingering him, making opening and closing motions with his fingers while his wrist did the work of moving back and forth. He leaned down once more to rub his tongue against Liu Kang’s clitoris, hearing the pleasurable moan. “I think you can. A lot.”
Liu Kang let out a sharp sound, his body trembling around the invading fingers.
“No…” he whispered, his voice faltering. Never in a million years would he be able to speak like that to anyone other than Kitana or Bi-Han. “Not like this… please.” His bright eyes met Bi-Han’s between his legs. “I beg you.”
Liu Kang did not know how much the act of begging made him even more aroused than he already was. His cock twitched again when he heard those words.
He withdrew his fingers, moved up the bed with his large, muscular body covering Liu Kang’s. His hands went to both of the sculpted chests of the man beneath him, his fingers brushing over the pink nipples. Bi-Han could not resist looking at both of their members, where they would connect. Liu Kang let out a soft laugh beneath him.
“Don’t stare.” He murmured, running his hands along Bi-Han’s forearms up to his shoulders. “It’s not that interesting.”
“I disagree.”
He really disagreed. He had already had experience with women in the Lin Kuei before, but there was something about Liu Kang that drew him in. Not because he was a godly man, but there was something that made Bi-Han almost lose his mind every time he pushed into Liu Kang again.
Bi-Han held his member at the base with the palm of his calloused hand. He brought the glans to Liu Kang’s clitoris, rubbing to stimulate him. He kept rubbing, tracing a full circle around the swollen clitoris while Liu Kang shuddered beneath him. Bi-Han wished to keep that scene only for himself for the rest of his life.
At that moment, Bi-Han took the opportunity to penetrate the Fire God. He bit his lower lip while, with one free hand, he squeezed Liu Kang’s chest and with the other held his thick thigh so as not to miss a single second of that sight. the warm sensation of being inside something wet and intoxicating like the pussy of the man beneath him.
Even though Liu Kang was used to Bi-Han’s thick penis, he still felt he needed to ease him into it in the first moments. And indeed, it was a delicious sensation to be inside him, but Bi-Han would not dare to hurt him outside of his training.
Then he began to move. At first, slow and lazy thrusts. Only so that Liu Kang would think that Bi-Han would not mistreat him — but he was wrong. Bi-Han used to be fast and rough, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in and entered again to drag the tip of his cock along the sensitive walls. Liu Kang could barely understand how Bi-Han was penetrating him so fast, too lost in his restrained moans to keep track. His body jerked against the bed because of Bi-Han’s thrusts, because he kept him pinned against the bed so that the god would not escape his movements.
“By the elder gods…” Liu Kang murmured as he turned his face to the side, biting the flesh of his own shoulder to muffle the sounds. Bi-Han’s thrusts began to grow stronger, making the god’s body sway on the mattress, and keeping Liu Kang’s thigh lifted as high as he could. “Yes…”
He lost count of how many times Bi-Han mistreated him. Even with his eyes closed through most of the thrusts, he still wanted more. And perhaps it was a good moment to try something new.
Using his strength, Liu Kang turned their bodies on the bed, taking advantage of a moment when Bi-Han pulled back. In one second Bi-Han was on top — in the next, he was lying on his back, with Liu Kang climbing onto his lap with trembling legs. Bi-Han grunted in surprise, but did not resist. His hands instinctively went to the god’s hips, holding firmly as Liu Kang positioned himself.
Liu Kang lowered himself slowly, guiding Bi-Han’s swollen cock back inside him. When he sat fully on his lap, both let out a low moan at the same time. The god paused for a moment, looking at the exact point where their bodies connected: Bi-Han’s cock completely hidden inside him, the skin between them glistening with lubrication. A small, satisfied smile curved Liu Kang’s lips. He lifted his gaze, meeting the dark eyes of his mortal lover.
“See?” he murmured, his voice hoarse and low, almost a whisper. “How you are inside me…”
Bi-Han let out a soft breathy laugh.
“And you still say you do not interfere in anything.”
Liu Kang smiled to the side. Bi-Han squeezed the god’s hips, and he started moving again. Slowly at first, rolling his hips in slow circles, then rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Quiet moans escaped from both — hoarse and restrained so as not to draw attention. He rode him, tightening inside with each movement, making Bi-Han grunt low. The god’s hands were braced on Bi-Han’s broad chest, his fingers digging into the man’s smooth, bare skin.
But it did not last long.
After a few minutes, Liu Kang’s thighs began to tremble with fatigue. The movements became slower, less coordinated. He let out a frustrated moan, lowering himself to rest his forehead against Bi-Han’s shoulder for a second.
Bi-Han understood immediately. His large hands moved down to Liu Kang’s firm buttocks, holding both halves. His fingers sank into the sweaty flesh, and he began to guide the movement — lifting and lowering the god’s hips on his lap with deep thrusts from below.
Liu Kang let out a relieved sigh, his arms wrapping around Bi-Han’s neck. Soft moans continued to escape from Liu Kang against Bi-Han’s ear, and from Bi-Han against the god’s neck.
Without thinking much, Liu Kang turned his face and captured Bi-Han’s lips in a messy kiss. His tongue slid against the grandmaster’s while their hips continued to collide. It almost seemed that Bi-Han was devouring Liu Kang’s lips, as their teeth clashed with force. He moaned into the mouth of the god above him more than he kissed him.
At some point after having tasted Liu Kang for the first time, Bi-Han had asked him if he could get pregnant. It was not impossible — Rain, the demigod, was living proof of that. But what he received were ambiguous answers.
Not everything that can happen will happen.
Not everything needs an answer.
Nothing beyond that. Neither yes nor no. Just enough to leave Bi-Han obsessed ever since. The thought returned now, stronger, fueled by the tight heat around his cock and by the sight of Liu Kang riding him with such surrender.
If that were possible, would he still be untouchable?
Bi-Han simply longed for power. He longed to have something that no one else besides him could have, even more so a god. The idea of leaving something of himself inside Liu Kang, growing with his essence, made him proud and satisfied. To leave something in a god that even Liu Kang himself could not ignore.
And at the same time, if that were possible, Bi-Han knew that it could make him vulnerable. He would have control, but it would also leave him even more bound to Liu Kang. Yet the proud thought of having an heir with the same power as him and a god made him almost lose consciousness in the midst of desire.
A cryomancer demigod.
How powerful would he be?
“You should…” he murmured hoarsely, his deep voice broken between one thrust and another “…carry my heirs.”
Liu Kang let out a low moan against his mouth, his body trembling as he sank down with more force. His half-lidded eyes, damp with pleasure, met Bi-Han’s as he braced his hands on the bed. He did not respond immediately. Instead, he rolled his hips slowly.
“Perhaps…” Liu Kang whispered at last, his voice hoarse, a small smile curving his lips. “Some things have not yet been written.”
And indeed, Bi-Han wanted to carve that idea into the god.
His fingers remained fixed on the god’s buttocks, pulling him down and up with rougher, deeper thrusts. Each time Liu Kang descended, Bi-Han lifted his hips to meet the movement. the god could already feel himself getting close. He would not last as long as he wanted.
Bi-Han felt the exact moment when Liu Kang reached his limit, his clitoris brushing against the base of the penis. He tightened around Bi-Han’s cock. Liu Kang arched his back, a long, trembling moan escaping his throat as he came, his entire body shaking over Bi-Han, almost to the point of crushing him with his weight.
The warm release spilled around the Lin Kuei’s cock, wetting the base and both of their thighs. Even so, Bi-Han did not stop.
He continued to fuck Liu Kang through the orgasm, delivering fast and deep thrusts, prolonging the god’s pleasure. Liu Kang’s moans turned into sensitive whimpers, his body experiencing the heightened sensitivity that came after release.
Only when Liu Kang’s tremors began to subside did Bi-Han allow his own control to break. With a hoarse grunt, he pulled Liu Kang down with force, burying himself to the hilt. His hips gave a few short, brutal thrusts before he came. He spilled inside the god in thick, hot spurts, filling him completely, leaving himself inside him.
Bi-Han did not pull out at first. His cock remained settled inside Liu Kang’s channel, as he lifted one of his hands to lazily caress the god’s back. Liu Kang’s hair was spread across his shoulder and the pillow, damp with sweat.
“Imagine what would come from us…” Bi-Han murmured against his ear. Liu Kang shivered when Lin Kuei’s cock slid out, with the moisture of his seed slipping out slowly. “The Lin Kuei has never had anything like this.” He was an ambitious man. The idea of a Lin Kuei heir capable of carrying the glory of the clan…
“And you believe you could handle something like that?” Liu Kang let out a soft breathy laugh as he moved off Bi-Han’s lap to lie beside him.
“Do not underestimate me, Liu Kang.” he said, his brows furrowed. Liu Kang kept the same small side smile while Bi-Han moved closer like a predator, sliding his hand along his abdomen, passing over the smooth vagina, his fingers finding the labia. He spread the seed around them, pushing some of it back inside with his fingertips, as if he wanted to keep it there. Liu Kang shivered. “None of this is by chance.” He murmured seriously, with a frown. Liu Kang bit his lip, lifting his thighs by reflex. “So do not pretend this is just a whim of mine.”
His calloused fingers continued the slow motion, circling the sensitive clitoris before descending again, feeling the entrance pulse lightly around the tips of his fingers. The sensation of his own warm, slick seed against his fingers fed the silent obsession.
“Do you want this for what it is… or for what it would make of you?”
“I want something that is ours. Something no one can touch.” he replied. “Strong enough to lead the Lin Kuei and powerful enough to inherit the fire of the gods.”
“And when this stops being only your desire?” Liu Kang asked, his voice trembling. His hand flew to Bi-Han’s bicep, gripping it.
“Change does not frighten me. I, you… we can create our heir with our convictions.” he replied, looking into the god’s bright eyes. “Everything changes. That doesn’t make it impossible.”
Liu Kang looked at him once more, meeting his gaze.
Bi-Han was certain that Liu Kang would not push him away. And that was why his future felt so uncertain.