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Bi-han hit the floor with a grunt, followed shortly by a moan of pain. He glared at Liu Kang as he felt the blood spurt from his almost definitely broken nose. The pain burned all the way down his throat, but he stifled any further sounds – this- this sham of a god would not see his suffering.
“Quite pathetic, I must say, for the grandmaster to be felled in a single blow. I barely struck you.” Liu Kang watched Bi-han try and fail to wipe the blood from his face, watching the red spill down his chin.
Bi-han hated his stare. Hated the way he looked right through him; like he knew everything about him. He did. He does. He’s always known. That, he hated most.
Before he even had time to conjure a response, a hand was digging into the roots of his hair and yanking him to his knees and nearly off the floor. He grunted, hands automatically reaching up to grasp at Liu Kang’s forearm – baring bloody teeth in a near scowl much to the god's amusement.
Liu Kang leaned forward till they were inches apart. Opaque white meeting damp hazel in a silent feud.
“You know you are nothing without me Bi-han. You are my champion. You need me.”
Liu Kang was a man of great patience, elegance if you will. He’d made it a staple of his being to walk into every situation with a cool demeanor and clear head. Bi-han was a living contradiction to this principle.
“It doesn’t have to be this way. Come back to me, my Grandmaster, and I'll excuse your ridiculous behavior. I am a gracious god.” Liu Kang’s voice remained level, just as he would speak to his champions. Sweet, even. It only succeeded in making Bi-han sick.
Ice crept up Liu Kang’s forearm where his nails dug into his skin and his teeth grinded together unnervingly. He hated nothing more than this man’s arrogance.
“You call yourself a god, when you are nothing of the sort! I do not need you or your weak ambitions, you can do nothing for me– URK-” Bi-han felt the short relief of his hair being released, not long after followed by the same hand wrapping around his neck. Pressure placed just in the right place to cut his air supply.
Liu Kang tsked from above him, face unchanged from its usual lacker. “You never know when to accept defeat, do you? I am offering you an out and yet you still defend your wounded ego.”
His grip tightened further into his words and Bi-han scrambled for purchase along his arm, scratching futilely at the timeskeeper's skin.
“I gave you a choice, Bi-han. Not because it mattered – it doesn’t – because I believe you can come to terms with your desires. Seems I overestimate you.” Liu Kang drawled on as Bi-han’s vision dotted black and his hearing grew fuzzy as the minutes drew on of his deprivation. His hands faltered slightly and his eyes fluttered open and shut. “–I’ll simply have you in a much more… favorable way.”
For once throughout this entire confrontation, Liu Kang smiled. A soft, comforting smile – at least it would be under any other circumstances. “You are mine, after all.”
Bi-han’s ears felt like they were full of cotton and his vision was so blurry he could barely make out Liu Kang’s glowing eyes. With the last iota he held onto he built up the strength to spit directly onto the god’s pristine white robes, a bloody mess of spit that soaked into the cloth.
Liu Kang tracked the movement, looking down to watch the spit as it stained into his vest. His eyes snapped up to Bi-han’s and he yanked him forward to press into his mouth with a bruising kiss that had the ninja moaning.
His grip relaxed on Bi-han’s neck, immediately leading him to gasping for a breath of air. Liu Kang allowed him a moment's respite before his tongue dove forward into his mouth, flooding his senses with a copper tang that made him groan and press impossibly closer into the Grandmaster. He licks ravenously into his mouth as Bi-han lucidly wraps his arms around Liu Kang’s neck to ground himself, head spinning with pain and the feeling of a warm tongue pressing against his own.
It feels like a millennia before Liu Kang finally pulls back, blood and spit connecting them still, eyes roaming over Bi-han’s face. The ninja looked utterly wrecked. Hair disheveled, blood still running down his face and chest, and eyes hazy from lack of oxygen. He clings onto Liu weakly, fatigue hitting him like a freight train, burying his head into Liu Kang’s shoulder like a child.
Liu Kang wrapped his arms around Bi-han, maneuvering his body so he may lift him bridal style, holding him close to his chest. He stared down at the mess that was Bi-han, listening to his soft panting. He smiled at the sight. Sighing, he turned to navigate them both toward his quarters where he promptly laid Bi-han on his bed and began stripping him of his clothing with little resistance, Bi-han barely bordering on consciousness.
He debated on keeping his underwear, as they remained unsullied, but ultimately tossed them into the waste bin with the rest of his bloodied uniform.
The timeskeeper stopped briefly to admire his champion laid bare before him, a sight he would assuredly come to get used to. He hummed appreciatively at the idea of a perfect future with Bi-han by his side. As it should be.
Liu Kang padded off into the adjoined bathroom, deciding on simply wiping down with a wet cloth. He retrieved one from the shelf and turned on the tap, holding his hand under the stream until it turned warm. At one point he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Blood smeared over his mouth, nose, and jaw – near identical to Bi-han’s state. He reached up with the wet cloth to wipe away the residual blood but paused halfway through. He stared at his bloodied face in the reflection for a long moment before tracing his tongue, almost timidly, around his lips.
“Gods…” Liu Kang sighed as the copper taste hit his tongue, feeling a sudden pang of nothing but want. He gripped the sides of the sink and heaved a low groan. “Gods… the things you do to me.”