The Forbidden and Possessive Love

“Come back to bed babe…please…?” murmured a soft, seductive voice. Her fingers traced along his muscular arms until she reached the scar that covered most of his left arm. He flinched at the touch.
”Come on…you know you want too” she whispered again, moving her face closer to his arm. She traced her tongue over his scar, moaning softly.
”Quit it… I’m not in the mood” replied the voice. At this, he stood up and walked over to the window. Glancing up, the moon shone into his cool eyes. He turned around the face the bed. Her body was exquisite, he must admit. As she lay there, her delicate skin shone in the moonlight. Her supple breasts were perfectly round and her nipples were a dark pink. She had fallen asleep spread over both sides of the bed, on her back. The one sheet covered her up until her belly button. The rest of her skin was exposed.

Steve Fox wasn’t one to sleep with many different women but lately his lust for passion needed to be fulfilled. Even though the different women satisfied him, a part of him was longing for something different. He thought back to the last Iron Fist Tournament. Someone had caught his interest but because it could never happen he shrugged it off. Over the last few days his thoughts had been drifting to that one individual. What was his name?
Steve grabbed a chair from the desk and sat down in front of the window, looking out at the city lights. Thoughts started haunting his mind. Is it wrong to like a man? Did the mystery fighter feel this way? Is he stronger than me?
Steve remembered the vicious fight between him and the mystery man.

Steve had stood there, sparring to himself in preparation when the silver haired beauty walked up to him. Steve stared at him, looking into the warm grey eyes. He did the once over, looking at what his opponent was wearing. The black suit complemented his face.
The silver devil bowed as if to seek approval and fell into stance. His eyes fixated on Steve, he reached out his hand and motioned him to come forward. Steve moved a little closer and the suited Japanese man taunted “Come on” in this thick Japanese accent.
The fight began and Steve was the first to make a move. He punched his silver opponent in the left temple and ducked. In retaliation, the Japanese man kicked Steve in the chest and Steve instantly fell to the ground. He rolled to his left side and got up, falling back in stance. The Japanese man fell back and motioned Steve to come here. Thinking this man was all talk Steve began to run forward. At legs length the silver beauty kicked his leg forward and grabbed Steve’s neck with his foot and ankle, pulling him down. He then bent and kicked Steve in the face. Steve bled from his lip. Before the Silver devil walked away, Steve yelled out “wait” but the devil either choose not to hear it, or he actually didn’t hear it and continued walking.

When Steve opened his eyes, a small ray of sunlight came in through the window, drowning Steve’s face in yellow. He blinked a few times; clearing his eyes and sat up straight. Steve stretched and heard his entire bones crack back into place. He did sleep in an uncomfortable way. He glimpsed over at the bed and saw the girl lying on her back. She hadn’t moved since he last looked. She was a beauty, he thought to himself.
His eyes shifted to the clock on the bedside table. The big green numbers told Steve that it was 6:15 am.
”Hmmm, no point in going back to sleep”
He walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed out a pair of black trackies and a white Singlet and started to get changed. He pulled the drawstring tight on his trackies as his boxers were silk and made the tracksuit pants fall down.
“Easy access” laughed Steve to himself.
The laugh made the sleep beauty more. She stretched, cracking her feet and pulled the cover over her body. She remained asleep.
On second thought, Steve stripped off his trackies and pulled on a pair of knee length shorts. “Much better”. He grabbed a bottle of cool water from the mini bar fridge and walked out into the lobby of the hotel.

Stepping outside, the sun was brighter than he had imagined. He squinted his eyes until they adjusted to the light.
The streets were busy in this part of Tokyo at this time of morning. He looked around and at every glance he saw ladies and men dressed up in suits and business clothes. He looked down at himself and thought he looked a little underdressed but remembered that he was out here to jog, not to look pretty. Shaking his head at himself, he began his daily run.


Kazuya was first to wake. He looked over at Lee who had his back turned to him. Kazuya bent down to his brother’s back and traced his tongue over Lee’s spine. A slight noise escaped Lee, as he slowly turned to face Kazuya. Kazuya lent in for a kiss and met Lee’s warmth. Only a small, short kiss was exchanged as Kazuya pulled away. He got up and walked over to the opposite room to find his clothes. He grabbed a complimentary towel from the table and walked into the bathroom.
“I’m going to the Dojo to train” shouted Kazuya from the closed off room. “I wont be back until lunch. We’ll meet up at the corner café around 11?”
Lee rolled his eyes. He hated being seen in public with his brother because everyone had to have a look at them and then a lot of rumours and whispers would start to spread. This would force Lee and Kazuya to pound them until they have enough sense in them. Its not that Lee didn’t want to do this, he just didn’t want to risk injury before the Iron Fist Tournament.
”Yeah, alright” Lee replied, stretching himself across the rest of the bed.
Kazuya emerged from the bathroom, dressed and ready to train. He walked over to Lee who gave him puppy dog eyes.
”You really are a bitch… aren’t you?” sneered Kazuya.
“Haha, don’t tempt me to excite you. You love it,” teased the silver devil as he got up from the bed and edged his way towards the buff Japanese man. Kazuya crossed his arms and lent back, smirking.
”Whatever I do you love, don’t you?” Lee said as he walked himself over to Kazuya, who was backing into a corner.
”Lee…not now… I have to train. You know I need to workout every morning” protested Kazuya.
”I’ll give you a workout,” Lee said seductively, grinning at his own remark. Kazuya had reached the wall and realised that he had no-where to go. “I’ve got your cornered.”
Lee pressed against Kazuya’s chest and kissed him. Kazuya moaned and pushed Lee away. Lee looked down at his brother’s growing pants.
”Someone’s excited” laughed Lee.
”Piss off Lee… I have to leave. We can resume this later when I’ve finished training.
Lee looked hungrily into Kazuya’s eyes and moved his hand to grab Kazuya’s stiffened pants. A sexual moan escaped Kazuya’s mouth before he pushed Lee further away.
“Don’t forget to meet me at the café” and with this said, Kazuya turned around and left the hotel room.