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“And what of your words of me?” Liu Kang asked.
Bi Han glared at him, unamused. “My previous state of rebellion has been cleared up, Lord Liu Kang. I do not owe you another explanation.”
“But I fear they were most unkind,” Liu Kang pressed, eyes squinting with his usual smile. “Should you not be punished? Exiled? I take great offense to what was said, be it under the influence of a spell or not.”
Bi Han growled, fists clenching where he was already made to kneel. “Do not test me too much,” He warned. “My title as Grandmaster still-”
“It had been temporarily moved onto Kuai Liang in your absence. Everyone is glad for your return…as am I, but that doesn’t mean you’ve earned everyone’s forgiveness,”
The cryomancer had to keep his ice in check, resisting in arguing more with the other. He figured if he would endure this for a tiny bit longer, he would be pitied and sent back to his temporary chambers in the Wu Shi. He toned Liu Kang out, thinking instead of how he could make an escape when everyone in the academy had gone to bed. He knew Kuai and Tomas were still here, thinking he was recovering, but he was ready to leave.
He would leave.
“I need your attention, Bi Han.” Liu Kang suddenly snapped. “Have you forgotten that I am your creator? Do you not assume this exact scene has played out before? You will not escape. I will guard your chamber myself.”
“You insolent god! I refuse to bend down and kneel before someone who shackles me so!” Bi Han stands up, wincing at the shock in his knees.
Liu Kang’s kindness melted, brows furrowing. “Bi Han.” He does not flinch before the ice crystals that aimed towards him. With a raised hand, he ignited his own fire, gently taking Bi Han’s hand in his own and lowering it carefully. He was glad the Lin Kuei’s grandmaster only glared at him as his ice was melted, dripping to the floor below as Liu Kang shook his head unapprovingly at the outburst.
“I have been most kind to you,” He sighs. “But you need to remember you’re below me, here. You possess not the power to overcome me in your current state and I will see to it that you're thoroughly punished.”
The last line enrages Bi Han.
He yanks himself free and points an accusatory finger at Liu Kang. “Don’t mention your status to pose more power over me! I don’t care for it. I don’t need your pity nor do I need your ideals of punishment. The Lin Kuei‐”
“The Lin Kuei would be disappointed that their Grandmaster is having such a childish outburst.” Liu Kang interrupts him.
Bi Han sputters, stumbling back when Liu Kang begins to advance.
“As the leader of Wu Shi, it is my duty to make amends with you and keep our clans in check,” the god continues.
Bi Han gives him a scoff. “That would be very easy to do had you not teased me. I do not enjoy being mocked.”
“I was merely taking offense,” Liu Kang’s smile returned a little, though he tried to hide it. He didn't do the best job at it, as Bi Han’s brows furrowed further, his fingertips crystallizing with each step back.
Liu Kang inconspicuously glanced behind the cryomancer, pondering if he should warn him of the bed he would stumble onto.
“Watch where you're going,” He announced at the last possible moment, just as Bi Han took his next step and bumped into the bed frame.
The latter flinched, but turned to see mattress and wood, only just remembering they were in Liu Kang’s sleeping chambers. He turned himself back forth to shoot the other a glare, but found himself being pushed onto the bed.
“What-”
“I thought I made it clear you need to be punished?”
Bi Han hissed, cold hands finding Liu Kang’s shoulders to push him off.
Expectedly, it didn't work.
He fought for a few more moments, shouting profanities as the man above him watched with an annoyingly fond expression. It wouldn't be another minute before he finally let up, his hands finding a resting place on the sheets below him.
Liu Kang stared down at the grandmaster, who was currently still glaring and catching his breath, and wondered how he could look so flushed and lewd already. He hadn't even touched him, and here he was— red dusting his otherwise pale face and hair falling from its usual neat bun.
“You've humiliated me enough,” Bi Han tries to say, his gruff voice sounding a lot less threatening.
“My idea of punishment was not just to humiliate you…not in this exact way, at least. You brought this upon yourself through resistance.” Liu Kang spoke with such a calm and factual tone, easily pushing the blame off of himself.
It pissed Bi Han off to no end.
He yelped when Liu Kang pushed him up the bed, the silky sheets allowing him to slide across as if he was on ice. He was stopped before he could hit the headboard.
“I don't think you'll be a fan of traditional paddling,” Liu Kang thought aloud as he maintained eye contact with the man under, keeping his attention on his face as he slid a knee between Bi Han’s slightly parted legs. He smiled at the choked sound elicited from the sudden friction Bi Han received.
“You were enjoying being under me?” He brazenly questioned, feeling the tent poking his knee.
“It should have been our realm that lost,” Bi Han groaned helplessly, legs closing uselessly around Liu Kang’s intruding leg as his eyes broke contact.
“I can leave the choice to you,” Liu Kang offers, but Bi Han is sure he's lying. “Would you like to be taken by your creator? To repent for your abandonment and betrayal? It would earn my full forgiveness.”
Bi Han can feel himself melting. Liu Kang’s voice seemed to dip lower with each spoken word, the heat that radiated from the god seemingly growing warmer. He stayed silent, fighting back a few winces at the change in temperature in his own body. When he dared to look up again, he was met with such a sultry gaze, one that was drugging him just by staring.
Liu Kang’s eyes seemed pleading, as if the fire god had regretted making the next sequence of events a choice. Bi Han panted, the ice that would form out of anxiety melting as soon as they materialized on his body. It coated him in a layer of wetness, hands and arms glistening with the failed habit.
He opened his mouth wider to say no, to laugh at Liu Kang’s righteousness as he was let go to continue his day unscathed, but surprised even himself with what came out instead.
“Please,”
The sound was breathless, his subconscious consenting against his pride.
Liu Kang’s eyes widened in tandem with his own, giddiness taking over the pyromancer as he inched himself down.
“You meant that?” He asked.
Bi Han wanted to yell at him to get off, that this whole charade was making him so foggy minded he was making brainless decisions.
But as Liu Kang’s lips descended, hovering a mere hair apart from his own, he remembered his arms and reached up, wrapping around Liu Kang’s head as he yanked him down into a searing kiss.
Bi Han’s hiss of pain from the mere heat of Liu Kang’s mouth melted into an insuppressible whimper, one that was devoured by the latter. The god kissed him like he'd been starved of a good meal, finally having been served. Bi Han seemed to taste so good he'd made the higher being lose a fraction of his good manners.
As the kiss grew more messy, Liu Kang put his own hands to use, fumbling to singe the edges of Bi Han’s uniform just enough to be tearable. The ripping sound treaded over Bi Han’s poorly held back moans as he was thoroughly kissed. The rough fingers that stripped him of his clothes were uncomfortably hot, burning him wherever they touched. But the pain didn't bother him. Liu Kang’s hands wandered over his bare chest, rubbing, tweaking, pinching. He arched into it desperately, barely aware of the steam that rose around them.
He was surely melting, the clouds of mist being his very essence evaporating from the touches of this cruel man.
Bi Han held back sobs as he rutted against the knee that was still lodged between his legs, his thrusts made slippery with the current wetness of everything. He blinked away tears to look up at Liu Kang, meeting the transfixed glowing ones.
“Am I burning you too much?” He asked innocently.
Bi Han growled, though it came off as something less provocative, and enclosed shaky fingers around long black locks.
Liu Kang winced when Bi Han tugged slightly, removing one of his hands from the current pectoral ministrations he'd been performing.
“You're burning me on purpose?” Bi Han asked semi-incredulously.
Liu Kang easily tore the grip off of his hair, having no time to smooth it back down as he held Bi Han’s wrists above his head with one hand. With his other, he undid his bandana. Bi Han didn't fight him as his hands were tied together, then anchored to the headboard.
“I'm supposed to be hurting you, right now,” Liu Kang reminded him of their situation.
Bi Han vaguely comprehended what was being said. But when Liu Kang returned his hands to his chest, he could hardly hold back a whine.
“Not there,” He twisted himself in every which way, attempting to free himself of the bruising fingers.
“Have you suddenly gotten sensitive?” Liu Kang asked with idle curiosity, following the perked mounds wherever they swayed.
Bi Han angrily shook his head. “Idiot! You mock me first then continue to tease me to no end!” He bucked his hips for emphasis, stuttering as Liu Kang bounced his knee in silent acknowledgement.
“This is your punishment,” Liu Kang tutted. “You have no say in what goes.”
But even in his current all-powerful state, he couldn't bring himself to deny Bi Han’s adorable attempts at rubbing himself off on just Liu Kang’s knees. Igniting one of his fingers, he began to burn off the rest of the uniform Bi Han had on, leaving him mostly bare with only tattered bits of clothing hugging the otherwise exposed skin. He licked his lips at the sight, hands coming down to squeeze and rub at the extremely well built thighs.
“You're very pretty,” He breathes. “Much too pretty to ever become the villain. I'll hold you here with me so you can't make the mistakes you did before.”
Bi Han lets out a pathetic, questioning sound, letting his head fall back when Liu Kang takes his length into his hand.
It burned.
The bandages on Liu Kang’s arms threaten to stretch towards snapping with how much he held himself back. He gave a few slow strokes, watching in amusement as Bi Han shuddered and shook with just that. Despite everything in the room having risen in temperature, Bi Han’s dripping cock was still cool.
The bed was soaked with melted ice, and Liu Kang vaguely wondered where he might sleep that night as he lifted a hand to Bi Han’s parted and gasping mouth. He did not have to order him to do anything, the ice wielder meeting him halfway. Bi Han impatiently took Liu Kang's fingers into his mouth, desperately making out with them as his hips mindlessly trusted up to meet Liu Kang’s slow pace.
The fingers were retrieved after Liu Kang determined he'd gawked enough, embarrassed at how much he was enjoying himself. Of course, he found the Lin Kuei’s grandmaster absolutely breathtaking, and he might've chosen him over Kitana had it not been for his absolute arrogance. It had previously deterred him from the man, but now he was reveling in how he could make it all melt away.
He was making a mess of Bi Han by just using heat.
Bi Han was drunk on simple temperature play.
“Remember,” He said in a warning tone, making sure Bi Han slightly cocked his head to stare at him through lidded eyes. “I'm not going to be gentle.”
That was the only form of warning Bi Han got when the overly warm fingers he'd just made out with were shoved into him. He had no time to scream or yelp, only managing a choked sob when Liu Kang immediately set a harsh pace. It was not calculated nor deliberate, just plain rough and sloppy.
“Liu—ah fuck,” He couldn't manage to piece together any requests to have Liu Kang slow down, only weakly tugging at his bound hands with no real gain.
His legs were haphazardly wrapped around Liu Kang’s waist, waist easily lifted by one of the carefully bandaged hands, the angle allowing his rough fingers fucking. He shut his eyes, turning his head away to hide himself from the fire god above him. Even with his eyes closed though, the intense gaze was still palpable, burning him as it roamed his body and face.
“I would have punished you sooner if I knew you'd enjoy it so much,” Liu Kang said shamelessly, his fingering game being so rough it felt like Bi Han was getting punched every thrust in. “In the end, I do still wish to mend and please you the best I can.”
Bi Han huffed and shook his head. “Y-ou, beast of a g-uh! God!”
Liu Kang laughed lightly at Bi Han’s continued brattiness, fingers lessening their sloppiness as they began to search for something, though Bi Han could only focus on the utter offense that laughter brought him.
He wished he could retort, call him a demeaning bastard who doesn’t deserve the pedestal he's placed upon, but the thought is washed away by sudden shocks of pleasure that numb his brain. He instead begins to lose the little control of his voice he has, crying out with embarrassingly loud moans.
Liu Kang’s fond smile grows into something more, wrist locked in place as he only aims to hit what had Bi Han get so loud.
Heat pools in Bi Han’s stomach, the familiar feeling making him more desperate with his thrusts into Liu Kang’s hand, which has not stopped. He feels his impending orgasm, and can't hide how he's close, only able to blabber an incoherent string of useless pleas.
Liu Kang weighs the outcomes, trying to picture how Bi Han would look in both scenarios. At last, he pulls his fingers out and stops his stroking, hand resting at Bi Han’s base, squeezing it lightly. Bi Han quiets for a second, stills as everything is ripped away from him.
“You-!” He has no time to get angry, the moment he tries to say something, everything resumes.
“I'd love it if you beg for your release,” Liu Kang says gently, his tone a stark contrast from his bruising ministrations.
He frowns when Bi Han shakes his head, realizing himself the man wouldn't be able to beg or form any words in his state. “So be it,” He says, deciding to be angry anyways.
He somehow manages to up his doings; faster, rougher, and Bi Han finally loses himself, going taut as his face contorts in an undoubtedly embarrassing expression. His vision shifts from Liu Kang, to the ceiling, to complete white.
Liu Kang watches proudly as Bi Han comes undone, his belly dipping and bouncing back up in an amusing fashion. Liu helps him ride out his orgasm, fingers thrusting slower and strokes following suit.
Bi Han whimpers at every continued movement, body twitching and hands tied to be useless above him.
He attempts to wheeze out a weak ‘stop’, managing nothing of the sort.
“Is it too much?” Liu Kang asks with feigned sympathy, never stopping.
Bi Han doesn’t find it in him to bark anymore. He wonders if he's pitiful enough, Liu Kang will stop and apologize. He has a heart, after all.
So he looks up with wide, teary eyes, wet streaks lining his cheeks with more threatening to spill.
“Breathtaking.” Liu Kang chuckles at the display. “But I don’t think you need another reminder of what this is, do you?”
His fingers wedge themselves deep enough to poke at Bi Han’s prostate, already feeling somewhat numb.
“I also did not ever hear an apology from you,” He continued, curling his fingers repeatedly in what could only be described as an evil version of the ‘come hither’. “I only got an explanation. I want to hear you say sorry, and I want you to endure my lust. With your position and experiences as grandmaster, it shouldn't be too hard to keep up, should it?”
Bi Han shook his head, not in agreement, but in discomfort. He would not say sorry to someone who didn't deserve it, and Liu Kang was proving himself more and more unworthy as more time passed.
“And even now—” Liu Kang removed his fingers, the hand on Bi Han’s cock also freezing. “—You've only taken my fingers.”
“You're shameless and a bully,” Bi Han had regained his gravely voice, though he couldn't help the way it shook when he spoke.
“I am harsh on those who deserve such treatment,” Liu Kang defends himself.
Bi Han watches as the god's clothing disperses in a flash of flames, leaving him bare as well.
Even though he is only keeping his eyes on Liu Kang’s hair bun, he can still make out the tip of his excitement from his peripheral. He swallows.
“Liu Kang, I just- I need a break,” Bi Han tries, but his rambling was shut down with a gentle hand resting on his throat.
“I'm afraid I can't wait any longer. You've been a vixen all evening, Bi Han.” Liu Kang reasoned with him.
Keeping the hand on Bi Han’s neck steady, he hooked the other under one of the grandmaster's legs. Bi Han could do little as Liu Kang impatiently lined himself up, preparing for pain.
Liu Kang was gracious enough to enter slowly, being extremely gentle with stretching. Bi Han shuddered through every inch, winded by the time just half was in him.
It seemed that halfway was Liu Kang’s breaking point, patience giving way to his primal desire. He shoved himself all the way in, head tipping back at the coolness that engulfed him. He could hear the broken cry under him, enjoying Bi Han’s squirming.
“You're really tight, even after all of what I did for you tonight,” He grunts, giving a few shallow thrusts.
While Bi Han’s insides were like a balm to Liu Kang’s aching hardness, Bi Han felt like he was being scorched from the inside out. If Liu Kang’s fingers had been fire, his godly dick was lava. He couldn't do much against the fire god in his binds. He whimpered as Liu Kang had no difficulty finding his prostate with his experimental angles, the hand on his own length having gained movement again.
His eyes rolled back, mouth parted slightly to allow more unintentional sobs and moans through. The coil in his belly tightened again, and he was properly fucked through another high.
And yet — he couldn't even calm down after his second orgasm of the night, Liu Kang only seeming to double his actions. The constant pounding on his prostate had his brain so foggy he actually couldn't think, and his body jerked unceremoniously with the rubbing of his cock.
He was utterly a mess.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, they gave way the prickling pains of overstimulation as he somewhat sobered up.
Collecting the little of sanity he seemed to have left, Bi Han shook his head and whimpered little breathy ‘too much's and ‘I cant's.
“But you can,” Liu Kang dipped himself lower to whisper reassurances, flicking his hand at a maddening pace. He captured Bi Han’s lips before any more objections could be uttered, leaving the grandmaster to take everything Liu Kang had to offer.