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“I never got the chance to compliment you on your luxurious Palace.”
“It was not needed,” Bi-han gritted, leading Shang Tsung to his quarters. He was fulfilling a favor for his younger brother. Kuai Liang was tasked with watching the sorcerer for the final night Liu Kang was away in Outworld but a few of his trainees were struggling with his newest lesson. The Grandmaster rather have a stronger clan and suffer one night of the snake’s presence than not.
He closed the door behind them and pointed to the couches in front of the fireplace, “Sit there and entertain yourself, sorcerer. I have work to do.” Bi-han didn't care what he did as long as he didn't bother him or ruin anything.
Shang Tsung hummed curtly looking around the room.
The cryomancer left him to return to his desk. He picked up his needle and grey thread. Tomas had ripped his clothes yet again. Bi-han should have passed it to someone else and told them to take as long as possible to fix it, but the women had enough work on them already. And unfortunately, Tomas represented the Lin Kuei just as much as he and Kuai Liang did. He had to look presentable at all times.
He resumed the progress he made before he received Shang Tsung from the gate. His eyebrows furrowed with focus and much to his surprise it was like the sorcerer wasn't even there. That was until he was near finished and the other completed whatever was occupying his attention.
“Where am I supposed to sleep?”
Bi-han flinched looking up to see him sitting on the desk in front of him. Slippery snake. He huffed, nodding his head over to the couches he just came from, “Over there.”
Shang Tsung tilted his head, smirking softly, “Surely your bed is big enough for the both of us.”
The Grandmaster almost laughed at the suggestion, “That does not mean you are welcome in it. I should put you outside to freeze.”
The sorcerer chuckled, looking down at the clothing in his hands, “Your technique is better than I would have expected. Who taught you?”
“My mother.”
“She must have been a talented woman,” he mused, “Your stitches are very even.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Bi-han glared up at him. He saw through his silver tongue he'd been using all evening. Compliments meant nothing coming from him.
“Flattery has gotten me very far before. I am sure there is something else I could use to convince you,” Shang Tsung leaned back smugly, and something snapped inside the cryomancer. How dare he be so comfortable in front of him. How dare he think he could speak to him with such familiarity.
Bi-han stood up from his seat and caged him where he sat, “Like what? Putting me in chains and using my disorientation against me?”
Shang Tsung hummed thoughtfully, “That was a nasty concussion,” He looked him up and down, “I feel this is no longer about me sleeping in your bed.”
“Your intuition is correct, snake,” Bi-han put enough venom in his voice to kill a whale, “You may have Liu Kang and everyone else fooled but I am not convinced you can be cured of your madness. Do you regret any of it or do you still believe you are three steps ahead?”
The smirk dropped from the sorcerer's face. He stared him in the eyes as he spoke, “I will never regret enough of my actions to meet your expectations. You have never known what it is like to be hungry, to sleep wet and cold, to nearly be beaten to death. You had everything handed to you since you were born. You can tell me that you were trained as a small child, yet had you refused to train, and your father passed who would his clan go to?” Shang Tsung leaned forward, “His first-born son. You said I have not earned anything, then neither have you. If Liu Kang ever decided to strip this away from you, you would not have the first clue of how to live a normal life–
You and I could have ended that possibility.”
A tense silence stretched between them. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do so but Bi-han leaned in the rest of the way and smashed their lips together. Shang Tsung grabbed his collar and reciprocated it tenfold. It was intense and aggressive. Teeth clicking and scraping.
He felt the sorcerer plant his heel into the center of his chest and kick him back. Bi-han lost his footing and winced as he landed flat on his back, his head snapping back against the ground.
“If you were not such a spoiled brat,” Shang Tsung was on top of him. He kissed him again, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Bi-han groaned deeply and grabbed a fist full of his hair to pull him off.
The sorcerer gasped, digging his nails into his shoulders. He flipped them, taking his hand from his hair and wrapping it around his throat.
Bi-han panted softly, wiping away the blood from his mouth with his free hand. Shang Tsung keened under him as he tightened his grip around his neck. He growled softly forcing his head to the side and biting down on his freckled skin. The sorcerer cried out squirming and arching up into him. He needed to get his teeth into him, he needed to bruise him, he needed to put himself back on top.
Shang Tsung clawed at him as he bit him and sucked marks on top of Liu Kang's faded ones. The sorcerer bucked his hips up against him, trying to get any friction he could, “B-Bi-han! Bi-han! Ah!” The cryomancer had something to prove now more than ever.
He was Grandmaster for a reason, and he was Liu Kang's champion for a reason. He deserved his place above everyone else.
Even if the Fire God took away everything he had, he would not stop until he got it all back without the sorcerer's ill-intended help. Bi-han breathed heavily, pulling back. Breathy moans fell from Shang Tsung's lips as he looked up at him, face flushed bright red.
He inspected the new dark marks that littered his skin. His marks. Bi-han had broken the rules the first time he sunk his teeth into his neck, why should he have stopped there? He wanted to make sure the sorcerer remembered this moment long after he was finished. He's earned his place next to Liu Kang and no one was going to push him out of it.
He released his throat in favor of grabbing the other's face, “Liu Kang can claim you all over, but you will never forget this, sorcerer. You are mine.”
Shang Tsung whined, pressing his ass against him. Bi-han manhandled him, pushing his chest into the ground. Shoving his trousers down he spit on his entrance and thrust two fingers into him.
The sorcerer hissed and hiccupped at the stretch. He clenched his fist against the ground, panting heavily. Bi-han pumped his fingers in and out of him until his hisses turned into gasps and shaky sighs, then moans when he found his prostate.
He leaned forward and sucked more marks into his mutilated neck. The sorcerer rolled his hips against his fingers, arching his back, trying to get him deeper. He should leave him to come on his fingers alone. Have him begging for his cock to reinforce his earned dominance and superiority, but his cock throbbed in his own pants. Bi-han pulled his fingers out and freed himself.
Shang Tsung's breath hitched, he spit on him again and lined up his cock. The cryomancer thrust into him in one go. The sorcerer sobbed, digging his nails into his hardwood floors. Bi-han only gave him a moment to adjust before he pounded in and out of him. Precome leaked from the sorcerer's cock as he cried out.
Bi-han held his hips tight enough to bruise, fucking into him. He was tight and hot around him. His fluttering plush walls tried to milk his orgasm out of him. The cryomancer quickly understood what kind of spell he had Liu Kang under.
Yet, he knew he was better. He could have him under a deeper spell if he wanted. Bi-han grunted, feeling his climax build in his gut. The sorcerer trembled, panting underneath him. The sounds of skin against skin and his moans filled the room over the cracking fire behind them.
Bi-han adjusted the angle to slam directly into his prostate and sent Shang Tsung over the edge. He whimpered as he came, clenching around him. The cryomancer continued to use his body until he buried himself deep and spilled inside of him. The sorcerer whined weakly as he fucked it even deeper inside of him, practically limp against the ground.
They breathed heavily for a few minutes. Eventually the only thing holding Shang Tsung up was his hands on his hips. So, he pulled out of him and eased him to the ground. Bi-han ground his teeth looking at the dark marks he put on him. There was no hiding them until they faded, the back of his mind cheered.
After making the both of them decent enough, the cryomancer lowered the temperature of his hand and pressed them against Shang Tsung's most tender bites and hickies. The sorcerer sighed softly, pressing the hot bruises against him.
Once he dozed off Bi-han picked him up and placed him in his bed. He’ll be cleaned and fed when he wakes up again. In the meantime, he moved to his desk to finish his repairs to Tomas' clothes. A bit of dread settled in his stomach for when Liu Kang returned but he did not regret his actions. The sorcerer had given him plenty to think about.
*******
“Tell me, Shang Tsung. Were you treated well while I was away,” Liu Kang sat next to where he was curled up on the couch.
“I was treated fine,” he answered shortly, trying to keep his focus on the book in his hand. His magic held so far. Shang Tsung looked no different than when the Fire God left him.
“Did you miss me?” He scooted in closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. He tolerated it until the other began to nuzzle his jaw.
“Do not be childish, Liu Kang,” Shang Tsung squirmed in his grip when he placed kisses on his neck, “Stop- mmh! Liu Kang-”
The Fire God chuckled deeply climbing on top of him. The sorcerer hissed when he nipped at his tender skin, he still wiggled trying to push him away, “Stop Liu Kang– haah! I am not in the mood– I was in the middle of something!”
“Surely your book can wait,” he smirked, biting a little harder causing Shang Tsung to yelp.
The sorcerer panted softly before using his final option, “Borjang.”
Liu Kang went rigid above him pulling away, but the damage had already been done to his focus. The magic rippled off of him revealing the fresh dark bruises and teeth marks he was trying to hide.
The Fire God remained silent looking down at him. His expression was unreadable. Shang Tsung swallowed thickly, clenching the pillows underneath him.
“Who did this?”
“Liu Kang–”
“Do not lie to me, sorcerer,” Liu Kang demanded, sitting up fully.
“...Bi-han,” he conceded. Just as his name left his mouth Liu Kang got up and sent someone for him.
The Grandmaster strolled in with his head level. He knew this was coming and he will not regret asserting his authority in his own home. There was also nothing Liu Kang could do now to punish them without affecting himself, he took pride in that.
Shang Tsung sat behind Liu Kang with what looked like genuine guilt on his face. His robes were loose around his shoulders revealing the extent of his possessive bruises. He liked the look of them.
“Had I not warned you what would happen if you broke my rules again, Bi-han?” Liu Kang asked sternly, “He was not even left in your care, how did this happen?”
“Kuai Liang could not watch him yesterday, so he asked me. We shared choice words and… it happened in the heat of the moment.”
“Heat of the moment– Do you think that is an appropriate excuse?” The Fire God scolded, “I do not care what words you exchanged. Had you still been in the moment, would you have stopped if he had said his safe word?”
Bi-han held his tongue, staring at him. Of course, he would but Liu Kang had no reason to believe him right now if he said so. It wouldn't change the consequences either way. He unintentionally gave Shang Tsung exactly what he wanted.
Liu Kang huffed at his silence, crossing his arms over his chest, “You will have to leave Bi-han since you have proven again you cannot be trusted around other champions right now. I will decide when you are allowed to return. Hopefully, this will give you time to think about your actions and come back better.”
The cryomancer simply bowed to him. He knew he lost control and broke their roles. He did not blame the Fire God for his anger, he did know better. Yet, he didn't stop. When he turned to leave a hand wrapped around his bicep holding him there.
“If he leaves, I am going too.”
Bi-han’s eyes widened, turning around to look at Shang Tsung. Liu Kang frowned looking down at the sorcerer, “Leave with him? How do you think–”
“I did my part in provoking him. I could have stopped him after it happened, and I did not. You will not place all the blame on him,” Shang Tsung stood up to him without fear, “You could lock me away, chain me, cripple me, but nothing will stop me from trying to escape you if he leaves. Then what kind of benevolent God would you be, Liu Kang? I submit to you because I like it, do not make me stop.”
Liu Kang stayed silent glancing between the both of them. Tension was thick in the air. No one in their poly has ever stood up to him like this (no one had ever needed to), much less threaten him. It was fitting the first one happened to be Shang Tsung.
The Fire God was more or less forced to concede unless he wanted bigger problems on his hands, “I do not want this to happen again.”
“Then do not make it happen,” the sorcerer hissed before pulling Bi-han out of the room. He was still fuming as he followed him down the hall. The cryomancer found him confused at this turn of events.
“Why did you do that?” He asked, tilting his head.
Shang Tsung huffed softly, “Contrary to what everyone believes, I do not want Liu Kang to myself. Do you know how tiring that would be? The man is insatiable.”
“Then why are you–”
“Around him all the time?” The sorcerer finished his sentence, “Do you think you are the only one who was malicious toward me? I would even say Kuai Liang was worse than you in the beginning. Liu Kang is a familiar face, and I am not allowed my own space yet. I am always welcomed there.”
Bi-han hummed, now feeling a little regret for how roughly he treated him. He just assumed the sorcerer was still out to conquer what he could. It may have been possible that he could change.
“The Lin Kuei Palace will have a place for you any time you are placed in our care,” he glanced down at him.
Shang Tsung smirked softly, looking up at him, “Your kindness does not go unnoticed.”
The Grandmaster nodded, smiling slightly.