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The air was heavy and damp. It had rained the night before, making the ground squelch from under Bi-Han’s soles. Droplets fell from the eaves of the houses that lined the crowded streets. He groaned quietly when a particularly large drop fell on his hood, making an annoying splashing sound. Everything was starting to piss him off, his already short temper shrinking with every minute that passed. He couldn’t do it, he couldn't stay in Outworld much longer or he would simply go insane. Especially with the sorcerer practically glued to his side, how he managed to get on every nerve in his body was beyond him. It was almost impressive, though Bi-Han wouldn't dare to say that to him because he knew he would go on an ego-trip. He had already gathered that the frankly strange sorcerer took great pleasure in making him miserable, so giving him an confirmation that he was succeeding wouldn’t help him one bit.

Shang seemed completely oblivions to the cryomancer’s icy glares, his eyes fixed on the various stalls of the market they were walking through. He let his fingers run through a bunch of silk, stopping at one specific color. He grinned from ear to ear, not that you could see that due to the cloth that covered the lower half of his face, but Bi-Han could tell by his eyes that always smiled in sync with his lips. When he was sincere that is.

Shang pulled a deep blue silk from its rack, holding it out for Bi-Han to see. “This color would look magnificent on you.” His tone made it obvious to Bi-Han that he was trying to drag some sort of reaction from him; embarrassment or anger, it didn't matter as long as his reaction was to some extent extreme. He just sighed as he continued walking, leaving Shang alone amongst the silk.

“What, don’t fancy blue anymore?” Questioned Shang as he caught up to the cryomancer who just gave him a brief glare, not caring to waste more energy on him. Shang just stared at him for a while before adding. “You know, blue is an extremely expensive color. Most of the people who wear it do it to flaunt their wealth or display their high status.”

“You think I wear blue to flaunt my wealth?” His words came out a little bit louder than he anticipated, making some people around them glance in their direction.

“I would rather say you do to display your high status, being Grandmaster and all that.” Shang stated, waving his hand to tell Bi-Han to calm his temper and lower his voice. He stopped momentarily before smiling once again which was made evident by his crescent moon eyes. “I’m sorry, former Grandmaster.” He laughed, the ruthlessness of his words not surprising Bi-Han in the slightest but he still felt his pride ache at that comment. He resisted the urge to bite back with a snide comment of his own, deeming this was not the time nor place for that considering the streets were full of people and he had no interest in creating a scene.

They continued walking through the crowded market and Bi-Han saw how Shang eyed the coins that got passed around, his sable eyes sparkling with longing, like a crow getting allured by things that shimmered. He had managed to steal some money for them the past few days but they were starting to run low and Shang stated that it would be unwise to take too much, saying it would only draw attention to them if someone manages to report them to the authorities. They already had their hands full with Liu Kang and his men, so adding the outworld officials to the mix was unnecessary to say the least.

“I’m sure we could earn some extra coins if we had a stall.” Chimed Shang, wondering what they could possibly sell. The cryomancer just gave him a disinterested glance, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He would rather be arrested by Liu Kang’s men than starting a business with him of all people. He knew as soon as something went wrong the back-stabbing sorcerer would disappear, letting all the blame fall on him.

An idea seemed to strike him as he looked joyously at Bi-Han, something that only shot dread through him as he was rather worried what the sorcerer had in mind this time. “You wouldn’t mind showing a bit of skin, now would you? I’m sure that would gather some coin-” Before he could finish pitching his questionable business venture, Bi-Han cut him off.

“That’s enough.” He gave Shang a stern glare to strongly advise him to stop talking. “I’m insulted that you think I would partake in such foolish activities.”

“Well aren't you a bundle of joy.” Shang huffed, crossing his arms over his chest to show just how annoyed he was that Bi-Han didn't like his idea. The cryomancer paid him no mind, not interested in entertaining his little fit as he knew all too well not to pay attention to him because that was the reaction he sought out in him.

After a while of walking in complete silence the sorcerer spoke up, making sure his voice was at a tame volume to not draw any unwanted attention to them. “I’ve grown rather tired of Outworld, I say that we head to Earthrealm.”

Bi-Han just snickered at that, if he could he would’ve gone a long time ago back to Earthrealm instead of staying here in this hellhole. “And how do you propose we do that?” The subtle mockery in his tone didn't seem to bother Shang too much. He instead let his gaze wander around the street in front of them, looking for an answer amongst the commoners that walked the streets.

“If we find someone with the similar powers to Liu Kang, I’m sure we can convince them to open a portal for us that leads to Earthrealm.” Shang’s attitude was surprisingly optimistic considering everything, Bi-Han however was not too sure that they could find someone that could travel the realms as effortlessly as a God, and even if they did he was sure they could not be bothered to help them. Furthermore that person would most likely just rat them out to Liu Kang and collect the reward for his find.

Bi-Han was going to ask him to elaborate on that great plan of his but stopped when he saw a familiar figure walk amongst the outworlders. He felt his breath get caught in his throat and his heart picked up its pace.

There he was, the fire God himself. Half of his ebony black hair draped down his shoulders as the rest was tied up in a neat bun. His white and tan attire hidden beneath a brown cloak that rested on his shoulders and swayed softly with every step he took. Some people stopped in their tracks when they laid their eyes on him, stunned at his elegance and equanimous demeanor. He scanned through the crowd and simultaneously turned a blind eye to the stares he had garnered.

Bi-Han felt like time had stopped as he gaped at the God, feeling his hands quiver faintly by his side as adrenaline coursed through his veins. “Speak of the devil.” He murmured as he pulled Shang by his collar behind a group of people, out of the God’s sight. Shang yelped in surprise but quickly quieted down when the cryomancer pointed towards the man they were currently fleeing from.

“What is he doing here? I thought he was too good to hunt us himself.” Shang hissed under his breath, admittedly a little startled that the God himself had suddenly showed up.

Bi-Han was wondering the same thing, he didn't really have a solid answer but maybe Liu Kang had grown tired of letting his men run in endless circles after them. The few men that had managed to catch them always ended up dead, so perhaps he decided to take things into his own hands knowing that neither Shang nor Bi-Han could overpower him. “Maybe he grew impatient, it has been a few weeks after all.” Murmured Bi-Han, his eyes never leaving the fire God as he let go of Shang’s collar.

“Well I’m sure you are delighted to see him.” Shang chuckled, loving the way Bi-Han’s mildly worried expression contorted into a scowl. He gave him a nasty glare while growling under his breath. “Shut up if you know what's good for you.”

Shang was going to comment something snarky in return but decided against it when he saw Liu Kang glancing their way, they ducked further down behind the crowd of people and hoped that he hadn’t spotted them. Though it would be rather difficult with their hoods and masks on so they weren't too worried that he had identified them in the split second he had looked at them.
The pair hastily walked amongst the cluster of people and when they had rounded the corner of the nearest building they straightened their backs and continued on their way. Making sure to not look too suspicious, though that was easier said than done.

Neither of them said a word for quite some time, both of them too focused on getting as far away from the fire God as possible. Running into his men was one thing, Bi-Han took them out with little to no effort but running into Liu Kang himself was a completely different thing.

The city they were in was relatively big so losing the fire God seemed doable. But Bi-Han still felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, making him feel like they were being followed or closely monitored. Shang seemed to be feeling the same way, glancing behind him every now and then but never catching sight of anybody that could possibly be stalking them.

“Stop that, you look like you're running away from somebody.” Whispered Bi-Han, trying to get Shang to stop turning his head around frantically.

“We are.” Shang murmured in a hushed tone, giving Bi-Han a mild glare. He was clearly a bit on edge after seeing the fire God, Bi-Han was as well but seemed to be able to hide his worry better.

“I know but don’t show it.” Bi-Han hissed back while ushering Shang to follow him down a less crowded street.

After wandering around for a good amount of time Bi-Han had enough and dragged Shang into the nearest alleyway, a fairly dingy one to ensure no one would bother them. It was relatively narrow so they both faced each other, their backs up against the cold and damp brick walls.

“We need a plan, If we continue to wander around aimlessly there is a chance he’ll find us.” The cryomancer whispered, pulling the hood off his head and combing a few stray locks behind his ear.

“Yes, I’m aware but what can we do?” Murmured Shang as he pulled his mask from his face, stuffing the fabric into his belt before scowling at the not so fresh air that lingered in the alley.

“Well, I'm asking you.” He said as he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his brow.

Shang just clicked his tongue, annoyed at the sudden burden of responsibility on his shoulders. “There… hmm…” He started but stopped momentarily, his brows knitted tightly as he thought about what he should say. “I suppose we could hide in the woodlands on the outskirts of the city? Not that I’m too fond of the idea.” He shuddered faintly when the words had left his mouth, the idea of hiding in the grim woods was convulsing; God knows how many insects and equally disgusting creatures lurked there.

Bi-Han let the suggestion hang in the air for a bit before sighing defeatedly. “I guess we don’t have a choic-” He let his gaze wander down the alleyway and froze when he saw a dimly lit figure standing a few meters from them, every feature was engulfed in shadow except for his glowing white eyes. Shang seemed to notice his sudden tense demeanor and mirrored Bi-Han to see what he was looking at and froze as well.

Before Shang could so much as gasp in surprise, Bi-Han grabbed him by the wrist and bolted in the opposite direction. Dragging the sorcerer who struggled to keep up with his pace and worried he might lose his footing and fall to the ground. The escape attempt however was futile as a wall of flames rose before them, trapping them between the scorching flames and the fire God. They both stopped dead in their tracks and it didn't take long for Bi-Han to use his cryomancy to try to extinguish it, his ice however did nothing. It was as if the blistering fire was eternal, nothing would be able to put them out except the man who conjured them.

“You can’t run away from me forever.” A rumbling voice cut through the heavy air, both of them turning on their heels to look at their captor.

Bi-Han initially looked at the God with wide eyes but he was quick to wipe that expression off his face, instead frowning to not seem vulnerable or scared.

“Well, we have been successful thus far.” Grinned Shang, his confident demeanor never faltering even though Liu Kang’s usually kind face was laced with anger, his brows furrowed and eyes slightly peered.

“I was foolish to allow this chase to go on for so long, it is time for you to face your punishment.” He turned his attention to the cryomancer, his gaze softening ever so slightly while finally standing in front of the him after such a long time of being apart. “Bi-Han, you disappoint me…”

Bi-Han felt his breath hitch as the familiar words left his mouth, he recalled the night when he had heard those same words being uttered. Though then it was Shang who said it, masquerading as the fire God to torment him. The shameful memory made his face flush and he averted his gaze from him, too abashed to look him in his piercing eyes for much longer.

Shang of course noticed and Bi-Han could see from the corner of his eyes a sinister grin stretching on his lips. He felt panic surge through his body as he realized just what he was thinking and before he could so much as open his mouth Shang spoke. “You know, I have an offer I’m sure you can’t turn down.”

Liu Kang furrowed his brow, rather confused at the sorcerer’s sudden urge to try to pitch something to him. “I have no interest in entertaining your offers, Shang Tsung.” It looked like he was going to say something more but Shang beat him to it. “I haven't told you what it is yet. If it intrigues you I’m a free man, deal?”

His words seemed to stun both Liu and Bi-Han as they just stared at him, wondering what he could possibly be offering considering his current position. Money was hardly the thing he intended on offering, unless he was going to steal some to meet whatever amount he promised. That however was very unlikely, but the longer the question sat in Bi-Han’s head, the more troubling outcomes came to mind. Soon Bi-Han’s confused expression morphed into a shocked one, he couldn’t believe it. That damn sorcerer was going to sell him out.

Out of sheer rage the cryomancer grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up before throwing him to the wall of flames. But before the hot flames could burn him alive they disappeared as fast as they came. Shang fell to the dirty ground with a pained choke, the fall knocking the wind out of him. Bi-Han turned around quickly, seeing that Liu Kang now only stood a meter or two from him.

“Don’t listen to him he’s-” Before he could finish the fire God lifted his hand, signaling him to quiet down which he immediately did. Not daring to disobey him any further because he knew he was already on thin ice.

“I am intrigued, speak.” He ordered, locking eyes with Shang who was standing up, dusting his attire and pulling the hood off his head. He gave Bi-Han a brief grin before turning his attention to Liu Kang, a salesman's smile stretched on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m sure you want to have your former Earthrealm defender back,” He gestured to Bi-Han who exhaled foggy breaths through his mask, his fists trembling by his sides as he tried to keep his anger at bay. “And I’m delighted to tell you that he wishes for nothing more than for you to-”

He couldn't finish as the cryomancer punched him in the jaw, his head jerked back and he fell against the wall with a huff.

“You're dead, sorcerer!” He roared as he conjured an icy dagger but before he could impale him with it, a searing hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him to the ground. His mask snapped off when his face hit the ground, leaving him exposed to the men above. His ribcage ached at the impact and he inhaled sharply through his gritted teeth. The dagger he conjured was now shattered beside him, slowly and surely melting into dirt. When he tried to get up he felt Liu Kang put his foot onto his back, pressing him firmly into the ground. His strength far greater than the Grandmaster’s.

“I don’t want to fight you, Bi-Han. I advise you to stay down.” His soothing voice sent shivers down his back. He briefly glanced up at Shang who smiled devilishly down at him, his sable eyes practically gleaming with hellfire.

Shang rubbed his sore jaw as his smile grew. Bi-Han knew what his next words would be and he dreaded it. The idea of Liu Kang knowing his little secret was horrifying to say the least and he could hardly keep himself from freezing the sorcerer solid to keep him from talking. But he didn't want to disappoint Liu Kang any further by going against his wishes. It was stupid but with the God above him, he couldn’t disobey him.

“Like I was saying, Bi-Han is quite… fond of you to say the least.” He put his foot under the cryomancer’s jaw, angling it so he would look pitifully up at the fire God. “He can once again kneel before you, but only if you discard your plans of punishing us.” He grinned as he retrieved his foot, allowing his head to fall back to the ground. “Then he can be yours… temporarily.”

“Temporarily?” Liu Kang cocked a brow at that, crossing his tattooed arms over his chest. He removed his foot from the cryomancer’s back, trusting that he wouldn’t try to beat up the sorcerer again.

When Bi-Han had stood up, Shang pulled him closer by his waist and grinned even wider. “You can't expect me to give him up so easily, can you?” The cryomancer was too stunned to speak, the audacity of that man to act like he owned him. His wide eyes staring in disbelief at the sorcerer who’s sly eyes never left the fire God as he waited for his answer.

Liu Kang simply shook his head as he took a step closer, leaving only a meter or so between them. “You're in no position to make demands, Shang Tsung.” His next words were spoken from the debts of his core, making them that more deeper and threatening. “My power far exceeds yours so choose your next words wisely.”

Shang didn’t seem threatened, his smile never faltering as he cocked his head faintly to the side while giving Bi-Han’s waist a squeeze. “Forget our sins and the Grandmaster will obey your every command.”

That sentence was enough to snap Bi-Han from his trance as he ripped Shang’s hand from his waist. “You dare to sell me out?” He growled, his deep voice making Shang break out in goosebumps.

“It doesn't count as ‘selling out’ when you want it to happen.” Chuckled Shang, his words dripping with venom as he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“I ought to rip your throat out.” Bi-Han muttered as he grabbed Shang by the collar, pulling him closer as ice began spreading from his cold fingertips.

“In front of a God? How cruel.” Shang purred as he flicked his wrist, pointing his claws up under the cryomancer’s jaw.

The God in question just stared at them, feeling a mix of shock and amusement. How in the world did these two manage to team up and flee from his grasp for so long? It seemed impossible with how explosive their conversations were but in spite of that they somehow managed to do just that.

Harsh words were exchanged between the pair, some of them so crude that they would make a frail old woman faint if she would ever have the displeasure of hearing them being uttered. Liu was simply speechless, not knowing if he should interfere or not.

He then noticed the crowd of people that had gathered at one end of the alleyway, their rather loud feud undoubtedly what drew their attention. He looked back at the pair, seeing that it was about to get ugly if he wouldn’t stop them from attacking each other.

“I suggest we take this somewhere else.” Nodding his head to the audience, Bi-Han and Shang immediately quieted down, a little surprised they hadn't become aware of them sooner. Bi-Han let go of his collar, which was now stretched and draped awkwardly down Shang’s chest, who also lowered his claws which were dangerously close to the cryomancer’s adam’s apple.

Liu signaled them to follow him, which they surprisingly did without much of a fight. He raised his hands, his tattoos glowing in the dimly lit alley as a portal began materializing in front of them. The pair behind him gawked at the sight but regained their composure quickly as they diligently followed him into it.

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When they had walked through the portal Bi-Han wasn't too surprised to see the lavish bedroom that greeted them. He of course knew where this was going.

Shang took a few steps forwards to be beside the God, grinning mischievously as he whispered, his voice still audible to the cryomancer who could hear every word that was exchanged between them. “You know, I wouldn't mind sharing him,” He smiled up at the fire God who had a few inches on him. “If you let us off the hook, that is.” He leaned closer, whispering so quietly that Bi-Han barely caught his next words from where he stood. “What do you say, Liu Kang?”

He let the silence linger between them for a few moments as he thought about his answer, he glanced at Bi-Han over his shoulder and as soon as his eye laid upon him, he knew the answer. He gave Shang a faint nod, trying to stay oblivious to the ever growing temperature of his body.

The sorcerer smiled, once again leaning closer as he whispered in his ear, this time Bi-Han couldn’t hear what was being said. But he could see how a faint pinkish hue was now painted on Liu’s ears, making him that more curious about what Shang had said. The sight was oddly similar to the story of Eve and the forbidden fruit, Satan disguised as a snake tempting Eve to take a bite, whispering sweet lies into her ear, saying it was alright even though God had prohibited her from doing so. Before he could dwell on that for much longer, Shang ushered Liu to the bed, leaving the confused cryomancer standing idly by the entrance

The two men sat down on the edge of the bed, and before Bi-Han could voice his confusion, Shang raised his hand motioning him to come closer. He did as he was told, though he wasn't entirely sure what compelled him to do so.

“Give us a good show, will you?” Shang grinned, the mock in his voice so obvious Bi-Han had to remind himself he could not attack him while the fire God was there. But his request or should I say demand struck him as odd and his confused frown only deepened, having no idea what this ‘show’ was supposed to be.

He didn’t have to ask as Shang continued, his tone now sultry and sly. “Be a darling and strip for us.”

The cryomancer’s face grew a shade darker as his mind grew hazy with the sheer amount of shame that whirled around in it. Though he would never admit it, he felt extreme heat pool in his stomach as he glanced between the two men. The fantasies he never had time to entertain were suddenly standing right in front of him, something so lewd and indecent that he had made sure to bury it in the depths of his mind. Not daring to think about it because he knew there was no turning back. Furthermore, a respectable Grandmaster such as himself should never stoop so low, giving into his human needs like a man without self-control. He wasn’t like that and had never been, but why did Shang’s words have this much effect on him? Why didn’t he turn on his heels and storm out? Refusing to take part in this titillating deed that was offered to him, it wasn't like he was bound with chains to the floor so he could in theory leave. However, he would be daft to refuse and besides it was either this or taking whatever punishment Liu Kang had in store for the pair.

If it was just Shang, Bi-Han would've put up more of a fight to save face but because Liu Kang was there he was more passive. It was not that he was afraid of him but rather intimidated, not that he would ever admit that. His pride too strong to do so.

“No need to be shy-” Shang cooed, clearly enjoying the sight of the flustered cryomancer, something that never failed to make fury rise within him as he grimaced at the disgustingly sly grin that was plastered on his face.

Bi-Han huffed a foggy breath through his nose as his shaky hands reached for his collar. This was so much more humiliating than if they would've just ripped his clothes off themselves, having to do it himself gave him the same feeling of anxiety as a stage fright would've. Pieces of his dignity ripped from him with every piece of attire he pulled off, some perverse part of him taking pleasure in this tasteless act.

His eyes were glued to the floor, not daring to look up to meet their gazes as he knew it would only make his mortification greater. Soon enough his top was off, the fabric falling with a soft thud to the floor. His athletic build was nothing to scoff at, years and years and hard work and discipline evident just by looking at him. His muscles twitched and flexed when he took off his gloves and accessories. The two men looked at him in awe, Shang bit his lower lip, trying to contain his grin from spreading wider. He had seen him naked before but that didn’t matter because he could never get bored of this sight, it was impossible. He was breathtaking to put it simply, though that word hardly did him justice. A small smile rested on Liu’s lips, taking in the sight of the cryomancer before him. Feeling the urge to let his fingertips wander over his anatomy, studying every nook and cranny, and feeling his muscle tense and relax beneath him.

His gloves fell to the floor with a thud and now a much more daunting task greeted him; his pants. The shaking of his hands only seemed to grow as they grabbed his belt, fumbling with it before it was eventually loosened. He held his waistband for a moment before at last releasing it from his grasp, letting his pants fall to his ankles. Leaving him just in his underwear as he stepped out of his shoes and bunched up pants.

Not once did he look up, not even when he could hear Shang's wry chuckles in the otherwise silent room. He did however glance up when a hand grabbed his wrist, dragging him closer to them. Liu Kang’s milky white eyes stared softly up at him and once he was close enough, his other hand held his waist. Pulling him even closer as he urged him to sit on the bed and when he did, Shang pushed him further up the bed. Making his head fall on the soft pillows as he lay on his back.

“He's so pretty when he acts so submissive, is he not?” Shang grinned as he sat by his head, his hand gently holding his jaw as his thumb gently grazed his lips, feeling the plump flesh beneath his fingertip.

Liu couldn’t help but to agree, humming softly as he placed himself between the cryomancer's legs. A small whimper escaped his lips as he slowly pulled his underwear off, throwing them carelessly to the floor as his eyes scanned his body.

Bi-Han tried to turn his head to the side, the shame too great to look at the God while his hands caressed his muscular thighs and abdomen. His touch was gentle and calm, but beneath that facade hid deep yearning. Something he had concealed for such a long time that it was as if time had stopped as his fingertips skimmed over his cold skin, aching to take Bi-Han like he had imagined countless times.

The cryomancer’s attempt to avert his gaze was fruitless as Shang's grip on his jaw forced his head to continue looking at him. “It’s polite to look people in the eyes, Bi-Han.” Shang snickered while observing how his breath hitched when Liu’s warm digits slid to his groin, taking his flushed member into his hand and giving him a few pumps. Dragging shameful groans from the bashful Grandmaster, his pride stripped from him every time Liu stroked him.

Shang then released his jaw but only for a second to grab something from the nightstand behind him, handing a small clear bottle to Liu. Then once again digging his digits into his face to hold him still, his sharp nails threatening to break the skin.

Bi-Han didn't have to say anything to the fire God because he could see the question written across his reddened face. His hand caressed his inner thigh as his other hand popped the cap off. “I don't want to hurt you, Bi-Han.” Liu smiled softly as he poured the content of the bottle on his fingers, coating them in a clear substance that seemed to cling to his fingertips. Bi-Han could smell the faint aroma that emerged from the mysterious substance, the scent a nice balance between sweet wild berries and a flowery smell.

The cryomancer’s breath hitched as his fingers got dangerously close to his entrance, the heat emanating from his hand making him shudder faintly. Liu Kang studied him, wanting to engrain this sight into his mind and treasure it. Feeling his mind short circuit from the array of emotions that coursed through his head, overwhelmed now that Bi-Han was now finally within his grasp.

Bi-Han bit his lower lip in an attempt to confine any embarrassing sounds that threatened to pass his lips but that was useless when Liu pushed the first finger in, making the cryomancer stifle a pitiful moan. Forcing his head out of Shang's grip as he burrowed his face in his lap, he groaned when Bi-Han’s face rubbed against his clothed erection. Licking his lips as he gently tilted his face up, loving the way his face faintly scrunched up when Liu Kang curled his finger inside of him.

Shang's other hand wandered to his groin, set on freeing his painfully hard member from its confinements. Grinning wider when he saw Bi-Han eye him with feigned distaste, his act not fooling Shang who could see through him as if he were nothing more than glass. “Don’t act like such a prude, that only tempts me to be rougher on you.” Shang chuckled as he pressed his flushed tip against his cold lips that were closed shut, his stubbornness refusing to throw away the little dignity he had left. The sorcerer however wasn't easily discouraged, quite the opposite as he took great enjoyment in observing the cryomancer feebly glare up at him through his eyelashes. His usually dark and piercing eyes now held no threat as he glanced between Shang and his throbbing cock.

He eventually gave in, timidly opening his mouth and letting the tip pass his lips. “That’s it, your being so good Bi-Han-” Breathed Shang as he took him in his mouth, his cool tongue pressing flat against his member making him shudder. Letting himself sink halfway down before rising back to his tip while sucking, his cheeks hollowed out and eyes closed. Only opening them to glance up at Shang when a satisfied sigh passed his lips, quite pleased with the cryomancer’s performance even if he was clearly an amateur.

Shang let his gaze wander to Liu Kang, grinning at him which made unfamiliar jealousy stir in the fire God's guts, his hand gripping the cryomancer's waist more vigorously as he forced another finger in. Resulting in him letting out a desperate moan, his voice vibrating on the sorcerer's member.

Shang just gave him a knowing look, something that only angered Liu further as he roughly scissored his fingers, stretching the moaning mess that lay before him.

“You’re not subtle, Liu Kang.” Shang sneered as he spared Bi-Han a glance, brushing a few stray locks from his face that obscured his vision of his reddened face.

“I never claimed to be.” Liu Kang shot back, feeling rather unsettled at how easily Shang could get under his skin.

Bi-Han was too dazed to register what they were saying. He heard their voices, yes, but could not make out distinguishable words. He was snapped from his pleasure high when Liu pulled his fingers out, dragging an embarrassingly loud whine from the cryomancer as he mourned the touch of his digits.

But a much better thing awaited him, a much bigger thing. He stared lustfully at the God as he pulled his painfully hard cock from his pants, pouring a generous amount of the bottle's content on it and giving himself a few lazy pumps to fully coat it.

Bi-Han unintentionally spread his legs wider, closing his eyes and burrowing himself deeper on Shang’s cock. The sorcerer moaned quietly when he felt his throat squeeze around his member, dragging him closer to his release. He bobbed his head up and down a few times before Shang grabbed him by the hair, holding him still against the base of his cock as he came in his mouth. Spurting his warm seed down his throat before pulling himself out and watching the white liquid spill from the corners of his mouth.

Shang grinned devilishly as he grabbed him by the jaw, tilting it up to meet his gaze while he leaned closer. “Swallow it.” He demanded as he intently watched his reddened face, loving the way he scowled when he did as he was told. “Good-” Breathed Shang as he closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together and kissing him vehemently. Pushing his tongue past his lips and eagerly swallowing every moan that passed his lips.

Bi-Han suddenly yelped loudly into their kiss, making Shang break it as he looked at him with his brows cocked. He then turned his head to glance at Liu, now realizing he had rammed himself into the cryomancer who was now moaning mindlessly as he bottomed out inside of him.

Shang smiled, lolling his head playfully to the side as he mouthed the word 'jealous?’ so Bi-Han couldn’t hear, the God’s frown only deepened at that as he growled under his breath. “Never in a million years, Shang Tsung.”

The sorcerer merely shrugged as he started to shed his clothes, his eyes never leaving Liu as they glared at each other. Soon the cryomancer’s rough voice snapped them from their frankly strange staring contest.

“Lord Liu Kang- please-” His title and name were sweet on his tongue, making his arousal greater as he leaned down, kissing him on the cheek while whispering against it. “Yes, Bi-Han?”

He turned his head to meet the fire God's lips, kissing him shyly while one of his hands wandered up to his face. Holding his cheek gently and pulling him closer, the coolness of his lips sending shivers down Liu's spine.

Liu broke the kiss, placing a gentle peck on his forehead before asking. “Can I move?” He created some distance between them to be able to see his face properly while the cryomancer contemplated the answer. Stray locks of his raven black hair fell in front of his face as he faintly nodded his head, choking up a small “Yes-” while eagerly pushing his hips closer to his.

That was all the God needed to hear as he dragged himself almost all the way out before plunging back in, earning a loud moan from Bi-Han that surprised Liu. Unaware that he was capable of making such lewd noises, Shang on the other hand was fully aware, having done this before. Taking great pride in being the one to discover that the usually stoic and coldhearted Grandmaster would turn into a bitch in heat if he got stimulated in the right places.

Bi-Han wrapped his feet around Liu Kang's waist, urging him to go deeper so he could feel his length graze his sweet spot. His head fell back onto the soft pillows, eyes closed shut and chest rapidly falling and rising with every sound that passed his lips.

Liu Kang leaned down to his neck and kissed his fair skin softly, feeling him writhe beneath him as the faint pecks tickled his skin. He smiled softly against him, teasing the skin tenderly between his teeth but not leaving a mark as he wasn’t sure how Bi-Han would react to that.

“He’s not made out of porcelain,” The fire God glanced at Shang who now lay on his side beside Bi-Han, his head resting in the palm of his hand as the other gently held the cryomancer’s. Their fingers tangled together so naturally that it was as if their hands were destined to be intertwined. The snake-like smirk that was stretched on his lips grew as he continued. “He won’t break even if you’re a bit rough on him.”

Liu just scowled as soon as the words left the sorcerer’s lips, his tone dripping with venom that left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. His attempts of tempting him to act impulsively and show his more abrasive side were so obvious he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. “I’m not interested in being rough on him.”

Shang simply raised his brows, lolling his head softly in his hand before wondering. “Oh? But it seems as if you’re holding back.” Those words prompted him to stop his rhythmic thrusts, his words ringing in his ears as the validity of them was called into question. Was he holding back? Now he wasn't too sure, and before he could ponder for too long the sorcerer continued. “Don’t you want to see how pretty he is when he cries?”

A moment passed as Shang’s question hung in the air, his eyes a bit wider than usual as he just stared at him, the sorcerer’s cunning eyes staring back at him. Perhaps he was right, he had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity but he was still cautious because he was not interested in hurting the cryomancer. But… the desire to see him shed tears lingered in his head, stuck in the forefront of his mind now that it had been planted there.

He was snapped from his thoughts when Bi-Han shakily rolled his hips, his umber eyes staring up at him with longing sparkling in them. Quietly pleading with him to resume his thrusts as his body felt agitated from him stopping in the middle of doing the deed.

Liu once again started pounding into the cryomancer but now his pace was merciless and ruthless, making him moan uncontrollably as the overwhelming sensation of his searing tip grazing his sweet spot washed over him. His hands grabbed his hips so forcefully they would undoubtedly leave marks behind, something that aroused the fire God more than he’d like to admit.

Bi-Han’s moans only increased in volume when Shang latched onto his neck, sucking bruises into his sensitive skin and teasing the sore spots he left behind with his tongue. The Grandmaster choked out weakly “S-Shang Tsung-” as the sorcerer sunk his teeth into the tender flesh. His cold hand weakly combed through his hair, fisting it as he tried to guide him away from his overly sensitive neck. The sorcerer surprisingly complied as he instead turned his attention to his collarbones, set on discoloring them in the same shades that painted his neck.

The cryomancer clenched his jaw, trying to ground himself as one of his hands fisted the sheets, his knuckles turning white from the force. He meekly stared teary eyed up at the fire God, some deranged part of him reveling in the fact that he could see him like this. Crumbling beneath him as if he were nothing more than fragile ice.

Liu Kang smiled softly down at him, stray strands of hair falling from his once neat bun and swaying over his headband. His sun-kissed skin glistened with sweat, making him look like he was glowing. The tattoos on his arms glowed faintly and his biceps flexed in sync with his thrusts, the grip on his cold hips growing stronger every time he pulled him back against his own. Loving the way Bi-Han’s brow's furrowed and breath hitched when his tip hit the right spot.

When the cryomancer could feel his orgasm was just around the corner he hesitantly raised his hand up to Liu's face, dragging him closer before whispering against his lips. “I-I'm close-” He then closed the small distance between them, kissing him feverishly as he felt him quicken his pace. Snapping his hips vigorously as the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room which was accompanied by Bi-Han’s cries.

His whole body trembled and his hand that was unbeknownst to him still tangled in Shang's locks, released them and instead took ahold of the sheets. The sorcerer gave them some space as he watched the scene unfold, a wry grin spread on his lips. He let his hand snake over to Bi-Han's, urging him to release his grip on the sheets and instead take his own. Bi-Han absentmindedly did so and held Shang's hand, squeezing it with so much force that a part of Shang was worried he would crack a few bones.

The kiss the fire God and the Grandmaster shared was sloppy, not that they cared, too hung up in the moment to do so. Both of them chasing that desired climax and wanting to feel that blissful high that came afterwards.

Bi-Han’s moans were swallowed as his orgasm washed over him, painting his abdomen as he came over himself. Trembling as it felt like he had grown ten times weaker, his whole body heavy as inhaled shallow breaths through his nose before breaking the kiss. Shakily breathing in and out of his reddened lips while his eyes wandered up to meet the God’s white eyes.

“By the Elder Gods, you are stunning Bi-Han-” Liu Kang breathed as he leaned down to place a soft kiss under the cryomancer’s eye, kissing away the salty tears he had unknowingly shed while simultaneously pulling out of him. Relishing the feeble whine that escaped his lips as the sudden feeling of emptiness washed over him.

Bi-Han bashfully turned his head to the side to avoid looking him in the face for much longer, something resembling a pout painted on his face. Seemingly unsure how to take compliments, especially ones that were as extravagant as the God’s.

Liu simply smiled down at him before moving to lay beside him, pulling his attire off that clung unbearably to his sweaty skin. “Not the type to take compliments?” He playfully asked as he spared Bi-Han a glance, throwing his shirt heedlessly to the floor before turning his attention to his pants.

Bi-Han let the question linger as he let his gaze wander down his torso, admiring the tattoos that adorned his sturdy arms, just now really noticing how gorgeous they were.

The cryomancer didn’t get the chance to respond as Shang’s hands snaked around his waist, maneuvering him to turn to lay on his side, pulling him by the hips to drag him closer to his body. His flushed member pressed against his backside before slipping between his muscular thighs, both the lube and cum that leaked from his entrance making it more than easy to slip in. But instead of immediately letting his dick fill him up, he decided to play with him for a bit. Rocking his hips back and forth a few times, the friction alongside the feeling of his thighs squeezing his member intoxicating as he teasingly kissed the shell of his ear. Earning an embarrassed moan from Bi-Han as he squirmed from Shang trying to avoid the ticklish feeling his kisses left behind.

The sorcerer’s firm grip on his waist didn’t allow him to stray far from him, his writhing only prompting him to harshen his hold. Letting his nails faintly scratch the skin as a warning, something that seemed to pacify the cryomancer, be it just barely.

Shang decided he had teased him enough for now as he dug his fingertips into his hips as he pushed himself in, loving the way Bi-Han trembled from his touch. He soon moved his hand to his thigh, lifting it up for better access and simultaneously giving the God a much better view. Shang grinned, malevolent shimmering in his dark eyes as he muttered. “You're taking me so well, Bi-Han-” He kissed his shoulder while glancing over it, locking eyes with Liu who looked back at him with his brows knitted. “Just like the last time I fucked you-” His world trailed off into a wry chuckle, adoring the way Liu's furrow deepened.

Shang's guts stirred out of excitement, it was fun teasing the cryomancer but he soon came to realize that it was also surprisingly fun teasing the fire God. It was easy when he acted so envious, something Shang assumed would be impossible for a selfless God like him. And yet here he was, his touch covetous and greedy. Wanting Bi-Han only for himself as he grabbed him roughly by the jaw, pulling him into a heated kiss while giving Shang a brief glare, warning him to not overstep.

The sorcerer merely smiled as he thrusted more vigorously into the cryomancer, making him mewl into the kiss he shared with the God. Digging his nails into the firm flesh of his muscular thigh while the other held his hip to hold him still.

To Shang's surprise, Bi-Han turned his head, breaking the kiss and looking over his shoulder to lock his eyes on him. “Shang-” He breathed as he pushed his hips back to meet his thrusts, his breath hitching every time he violently plunged into him.

A malicious grin spread on his lips as he saw the ire that painted Liu's face, and to mess with him even more, he leaned down. Locking lips with the cryomancer while holding eye contact with the God.

Liu Kang didn't let that go on for too long as he grabbed Bi-Han by the jaw, breaking his kiss with the sorcerer as he forced him to face him. “Look at me, Bi-Han.” He growled, while his free hand wandered down to his groin, wrapping his hand around his cool member. Pumping it roughly while intently watching him, loving the way his face contorted in pleasure. Small tears appeared by the corners of his eyes as the overwhelming feeling of rapture washed over him. He weakly nodded, not daring to go against the God’s wishes as he leaned in. Closing the already small distance between them and placing his cold lips on his, the temperature difference only making their arousal greater.

Liu soon broke the kiss to move on to his neck, sucking bruises into the pale skin to mark him as his. Bi-Han’s cries grew in volume the closer he got to his release and his hands weakly gripped Liu’s shoulder’s, trying to ground himself as he felt his mind slip away.

Shang’s grip on his thigh got increasingly more vigorous as his nails broke the skin, dragging a sorry cry from the cryomancer as he felt his blood timidly spill from the cuts. Staining the sorcerer’s long nails and spurring him on with his trembling voice.

Bi-Han’s whole body tensed up as his orgasm was just around the corner, but before he could feel that desired high, Liu Kang pressed his thumb on the tip of his flushed member, denying him of his release. Dragging a pitiful mewl from him as he stared with teary eyes at Liu, the question written clearly in his umber orbs.

“Beg for it, Bi-Han.” His grim voice sent shivers down his back, his demanding tone would've made him fall to his knees if it wasn’t for the fact that he was lying down.

Bi-Han shook his head, biting his lower lip, trying unsuccessfully to contain the moans from escaping his lips as Shang continued to assault his prostate. His thrusts never faltered even though he was keenly aware of what Liu was doing, his pace only seemed to increase to torment the cryomancer further.

“L-Liu ah- please-” He begged, feeling his mind growing increasingly more hazy, making it hard to think straight.

“That's not how you’re supposed to address me, is it?” The God chuckled, a strange sadistic tone lingering amongst his usually kind tone Bi-Han was so familiar with.

Tears spilled from his eyes when he closed them, gritting his teeth together as the overwhelming sense of pleasure engulfed him, threatening to swallow him whole. “Lord L-Liu mmh- Kang, p-please,”

Liu's grip on his member hardened as he pressed his thumb down with more force, leaning closer to the wrecked cryomancer with a small smile resting on his lips. “Please?”

“P-please, let me come-” Bi-Han begged out of desperation in between moans, his eyes closed as he couldn't bear to look him in the eyes.

“Good.” Liu Kang smiled as he at last released his grip, watching how the cryomancer trembled as he painted his hand and the sheets beneath him, crying out in pleasure as his long awaited orgasm washed over him. He leaned in, kissing him feverishly as Bi-Han came down from his high. Pushing his tongue in and mapping out the inside of his mouth, muffling the sounds that emerged from his vocal cords.

Shang groaned as he felt his walls squeeze around his member, dragging him closer and closer to his release. He pressed his lips on the nape of his neck, sucking bruises into his cool skin. Soon enough he came, spurting his seed deep into the cryomancer who shuddered at the sensation. Bi-Han pushed his hips to meet his, craving the feeling of the tip of his member deeper inside of him as he filled him. His member twitched a few times before he had spent every last drop of his release inside of him. They stayed like this for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of their sweat drenched bodies pressed against each other.

Shang could barely pull out of the cryomancer before the latter was roughly maneuvered to lay on top of Liu, his hardened member pressed against Bi-Han’s backside. Their cum leisurely leaked from his entrance and dripped down his inner thighs and onto Liu's abdomen.

“I was under the impression that God’s were supposed to be patient.” Shang scoffed as he sat up, eyeing how the cryomancer’s thighs trembled feebly and feeling arousal stir in his guts once more.

“I’ve been patient for long enough.” Liu whispered against Bi-Han’s temple as he lined himself up with his entrance, but before he could plunge in and feel his walls squeeze around him, Shang spoke, stopping him in his tracks. “I suppose that’s fair, but you have to savor the moment otherwise it’ll go stale.”

The God stared at him over Bi-Han’s shoulder, now rather curious about where he was going with this tangent.

Shang placed himself between Liu’s legs and behind the cryomancer, letting his hands study the firm anatomy of his backside. Relishing in the way he shakily looked over his shoulder, his teary eyes staring back at him. “We can take him together, break him.” His grin grew venomous, letting his middle and ring finger slide from Bi-Han’s lower back to the beginning point of his shoulder blades, and from there letting his hand snake down his side to his waist, giving it a squeeze as he continued. “Tempting, right?”

Liu raised himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the snake of a man that sat before him, the weight of Bi-Han keeping him from sitting straight as he lay on top of him. His face hidden in the crook of his neck as he was still trying to catch his breath while his whole body trembled out of exhaustion. “I do not wish to break him.”

Shang partly rolled his eyes at the God’s good nature. “Well, I do.” He laughed, his head lolling softly to the side as his silky hair followed in suit. “So let’s meet in the middle, shall we?”

Liu didn’t give him a verbal confirmation so Shang took his silence as a yes. Taking the fire God's pulsating member in his hand and guiding it to Bi-Han’s entrance while urging the cryomancer to arch his back further, his hand soothingly stroking his waist. The cryomancer relaxed into his touch, his shallow breaths soon growing deeper and calmer as he allowed himself to revel in his touch. Gasping slightly when he felt Liu’s member once again penetrate him, raising his head up from Liu’s neck to look at him as he let himself lay against the mattress, head resting on the soft pillows as a content sigh passed his lips.

Bi-Han took a moment to admire him, his beauty something that was not easily described with words. He may as well have been handcrafted by the Gods themselves, as if Aphrodite herself sculpted him in her image.

He leaned in, locking their lips and kissing him sensually, savoring the taste of his lips. He could tell that Liu was smiling into the kiss, the gesture making Bi-Han feel butterflies swarm in his stomach.

Bi-Han broke the kiss and turned his head to look over his shoulder as he felt Shang push a finger into him alongside Liu’s dick, stretching him further than he was accustomed to. “Shang- ah- what are you-?” His words trailed off into a series of moans as Liu started sucking bruises into his neck, biting the muscle that connected his head to his sternum and leaving his bite marks behind.

Shang just smiled wider as he pushed another finger in, resulting in Bi-Han once again dropping his head into the crook of the fire God's neck. His body quivering at the unfamiliar sensation as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Does it hurt?” Liu Kang questioned as he gave him a soft peck on his temple, his warm hand gently holding his head while the other traced over the muscles on his back.

A desperate sob passed the cryomancer’s lips as he could feel the third finger enter him, he shook his head weakly before muttering with a shaky voice. “N-no it's just- ah- strange-” Bi-Han cried out when the sorcerer pushed the fourth finger in, his voice so pathetic he knew there was no coming back from this, his dignity and pride lost forever.

When Shang deemed he had stretched him enough he pulled his fingers out, dragging a low whine from the cryomancer who strangely enough mourned the loss of his digits stretching him open; not that he would ever say that outloud.

Bi-Han’s whole body tensed up when he felt Shang press his tip against his entrance, and he didn't have to wait long for him to push in, penetrating him alongside Liu Kang.

The feeling of their members rubbing together was euphoric and the cryomancer’s walls squeezing around them was even more so. Twin moans passed their lips as the pleasure washed over them, making their minds go blank as the overwhelming sensation engulfed the two.

Bi-Han turned his head to weakly look over his shoulder, Shang grinned back at him when he saw his sparkling eyes and his tear stained cheeks. “It's- too much-” His voice trembled, something that only spurred the two men on as they pushed further in. That made Bi-Han let out a pitiful sob as he dropped his head on the crook of Liu's neck. “No, p-please stop-” He could barely get the words out as he felt himself get stretched open, the sensation something he had never experienced before. The feeling bordering between pain and pleasure.

Liu Kang lifted the cryomancer's head up to meet his gaze, his piercing white eyes sending shivers down his already trembling back. “No Bi-Han, this is your punishment.” He smiled softly at him before dragging him into a kiss, his hot lips on his making him relax ever so slightly which was made evident by Shang and Liu being able to bottom out inside of him as his tense muscles finally eased.

When the two men began roughly ramming into him, all coherent and rational thoughts vanished in an instant. His mind was just as blank as an untouched canvas, the only thing he could comprehend was the pleasure even if he could just barely do that. His eyes rolled back into his head as his mouth fell open, strained moans passed his lips as his throat felt sore from overuse. He dropped his head, resting his sweaty forehead on Liu's shoulder as the latter resumed assaulting his neck, adding to the already colorful range of shades that adorned it.

He was so dazed that he could barely register when he came, his fluids spurting onto Liu's stomach and transferring to his own as their abdomen rubbed together.

When the two men had spent their seed deep into the cryomancer they at last pulled out, both of their breaths ragged and shallow. It was only when Liu tried to pull Bi-Han into a kiss when it dawned on them that he had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. His whole body limp as deep breaths passed his flushed lips.

“I suppose we went a bit hard on him.” Shang chuckled as he watched Liu move Bi-Han to lay beside him, an unfamiliar feeling of content whirling around in his mind as he watched Liu tenderly brush stray hairs from the cryomancer’s face.

“You tempted me.” Liu Kang admitted giving him a brief glance before fluffing the pillow beneath the cryomancer’s head, carefully pulling his hair tie out and letting his locks rest freely around his head.

Shang just looked at him with eyebrows raised, mildly confused as to why the fire God would ever admit to that, especially to him. His mind continued to wander as he watched him stand up from the bed and make his way over to the bathroom that was connected to the room.

When he returned with a damp towel resting in his hand Shang dared to ask. “Why would you disclose that to me?”

Liu simply scoffed, cleaning the mess that painted his abdomen before sitting down on the bed and doing the same to Bi-Han. “What do I gain from concealing it from you?” His white eyes locked on Shang as he handed him the towel, the kind gesture confusing him as he was unaccustomed to it.

The sorcerer took the towel, wiping the sweat off his body before shrugging his shoulders, not too sure how to respond. “Privacy?”

Liu gave him a faint smile, one that for some strange reason made warmth emanate from his core. “There won't be a lot of privacy with the two of you here.”

That seemed to spark an idea in the sorcerer's head as a foxy grin spread on his lips, throwing the dirty towel to the floor before moving to lay beside the sleeping cryomancer. “Correct me if I'm wrong but it seems as if you've accepted my deal?” Shang let his gaze wander down to Bi-Han, combing his hand through his hair before continuing. “And you know, I can hardly handle him by myself, he is quite the handful.” He took his eyes off the sleeping cryomancer, instead locking them on Liu who eyed him warily.

Liu Kang had yet to either accept or deny the deal Shang had offered, verbally that is. Quite uneasy of how the aftermath might look like. Say, if he did accept this compromise, did that mean Shang was allowed to roam around like a free man? That didn’t sound good, not at all as Liu was sure the man would be doing something that was not in his favor and in all honesty he did not have the energy to deal with that. But then again if he did accept, Bi-Han could be his; to some degree at least considering Shang had emphasized that it was either both of them or neither of them.

And let's say he would deny this compromise, then he would have to go through with their punishment. Not that he had any issue with giving the sorcerer his but it was Bi-Han who he was not too fond of punishing, not in that way at least.

Shang was a cunning man and Liu Kang knew that, someone he could hardly trust. However with the war over he might not be as much of a threat as he initially was, so keeping him within arms reach and by extension Bi-Han, was perhaps a wise decision. But he was still doubtful, a part of him worrying that Shang might have some grand plan and this was but a mere step to reach that goal. Forming a deal with the fire God was a smart way to get back on his feet after the war, and he knew full well that his ultimatum would put Liu in a thigh spot that would force him to compromise in the best case scenario.

Liu looked down at the cryomancer and observed how his brows twitched slightly when he placed his hot hand on his cheek. The skin a bit damp from the tears he had shed not too long ago, his eyelashes clinging together and making them look fuller and longer than they already were. Now that he finally had Bi-Han within his grasp he couldn’t let go, he would never be able to forgive himself if he allowed that to happen.

He reluctantly sighed as he let his gaze settle on the sorcerer who was still grinning from ear to ear. How he wished those two weren’t a package deal, that would make this a lot easier for him. “I suppose I have no other choice, I can’t give Bi-Han up.”

“Neither can I.” Smiled Shang, twirling the cryomancer's raven locks around his index finger.

“Don’t take me accepting your compromise as me trusting you, Shang Tsung.” Liu Kang emphasized, not wanting the sorcerer to get the wrong idea.

Shang just shrugged his shoulders before turning to lay on his stomach, resting his head on his arms as he gave him a sly grin. “I don’t expect you to,” He chuckled as he continued. “It would be rather unwise of you to do so.”

Liu just raised his eyebrows at that, not really sure why the sorcerer had admitted to being untrustworthy. But he brushed it off as he let his gaze once again settle on the cryomancer, feeling more at ease now that he finally had him in his grasp.

He was curious where this compromise would lead them, allowing both the cryomancer he deeply cared for and the deceitful sorcerer to reside where he lived.