There was an eerie quite in the main building of the Mishima Financial Empire, a quiet that was unfortunately interrupted by the sound of china, expensive china, being smashed.
"Baka! Look at what you did!"
"It wasn’t my fault Chaolan! You intentionally stood in front of the vase knowing it would get broken!!"
"It’s your fault! You should have known you’d be too damn slow to bitch kick me oniisan why’d you even bother trying?"
There was the sound of what could be yet another scuffle that was quickly followed by another crash. Then came the sound of more yelling, and an office door being flung open.
"ENOUGH!" Heihachi Mishima roared as he separated his two quibbling children. Both boys had thrown off their suit jackets and were in the midst of some serious scuffling indeed. He turned to face his raven-haired son not waiting for an explanation. "You deliberately provoked your brother into a fight once again Kazuya didn’t you?" Kazuya sneered and said nothing. Heihachi scowled and looked back and forth between his two sons. "Who broke the vase?" His silver-haired son smirked. "He did." Lee answered like a good little son and jerked his thumb at Kazuya. "Yeah but he broke the lamp!" Kazuya retorted.
"I have heard enough!" Heihachi roared. "You always cause nothing but problems Kazuya! The price of that vase is coming out of your allowance." Heihachi turned to leave ignoring Kazuya’s protests over how long it would take him to pay for something so expensive. "And the lamp too. Be happy I let you off so easily" He finished over his shoulder before walking out the door.
Kazuya watched his father depart in silence before whirling on Lee. "Chaolan this is all your damned fault! I won’t forget this! You’ll rue this day!" Kazuya threatened as he cracked his knuckles menacingly. ‘How many times have I heard that before?’ Lee pondered. ‘Of course oniisan always made good on his promises. Usually when I’m least expecting it. Chaolan that’s me. Punching bag for Kazuya Mishima.’ Lee’s smirk never left his face. "As always it has to be my fault, right oniisan? Well not this time!"
Lee grabbed Kazuya by the front of his shirt and threw him into a wall. To Lee’s amusement Kazuya shrugged off his hands with a look of disgust. "What’s the matter dear oniisan? Don’t you like the feel of my hands on your body?" Lee purred lightly running his tongue up Kazuya’s neck. The look on Kazuya’s face brought a smug grin to his face. His mouth was hanging open and Lee laughed and snaked his hand down and nonchalantly squeezed Kazuya’s crotch. Hard.
"Okii desu ne oniisan!"
Kazuya shook his head trying to regain his composure and shoved Lee away from him. "What are you some kind of freak?" He accused trying to walk away backwards and keep his eyes on Lee at the same time. He almost made it to the door too; before he tripped over his own feet and fell sprawled on his face onto the floor. Lee snickered but managed to take advantage of Kazuya’s stunned moment and caught his arm in a wristlock. Quickly he added leverage and twisted Kazuya’s arm up behind his back putting pressure on both the elbow and the shoulder. Kazuya snarled in pain. "What’s the matter oniisan? Want me to be your daddy from now on?" Lee mocked. Kazuya gritted his teeth and said nothing.
To Kazuya’s lack of a response Lee added more pressure upon the arm inciting a scream that only Kazuya could hear in his mind. "Now Kazuya." Lee said talking to him as if he were a small child, all the while adding more pressure to the arm. "We can do this the easy or the hard way. Your choice." Kazuya felt something in his elbow give and gritted his teeth against a real scream.
Lee chuckled and knelt beside Kazuya lowering his head so he could whisper in his ear and still apply pressure. "Oh oniisan, we’re birds of a feather you and I. Why should we fight? Our means might be different yet we both want the same thing." He began to tick off a list on his free hand. "One, to control the Mishima Zaibatsu, two to be the King of the Iron-Fist, and three…" Lee paused and looked at his fingers as if trying to remember, even though he had purposely forgotten the last reason. "Oh yes! Heihachi’s head, on a silver platter!" he laughed savagely at his own witticism. Kazuya said nothing. Lee slipped his free hand under the back of Kazuya’s shirt and began to slowly trace patterns on his muscular back. "Of course I could do it by myself with no problems, but it would be more difficult then necessary. Don’t you think we’d make a better team then rivals?" Kazuya made a sound that could have been a snort.
"If you take off your shirt Kazuya and do as I say, I will release your arm." Lee offered. Kazuya was silent; not even his breathing could be heard. "Well?" Lee questioned giving the captive arm a wrench. "Hai…" The response was said so softly if Lee hadn’t been leaning in so close to Kazuya he might not have heard it. Lee released the arm and rubbed the strained muscles a bit before he folded his arms waiting for Kazuya to make good on his side of the deal.
Kazuya slowly sat up not looking at Lee and slowly undid his tie before he quickly pulled his shirt over his head. Lee noticed that he folded his arms over his chest the way a skittish girl would. Not because he was embarrassed of his chest, more like he was ashamed of his scar and he didn’t want Lee to see it. Lee gently pulled those arms away and looked at the scar he had only seen glimpses of in the past. "It’s beautiful oniisan." Lee sighed, and it was. It was beautiful yet terrible at the same time. A dark red flame that traveled across his broad chest that spanned like a slash between his nipples. Kazuya winced slightly and kept his gaze averted from Lee’s.
Lee lifted his chin and looked into those dark pools of ebony. "It is. If I had something this beautiful, this powerful, I would never keep it covered. I would be proud of it, wear it like a badge of honor." Something in Kazuya’s eyes flickered, yet still showed disbelief. Lee went on. "I would, it says ‘See this? I survived this! This is how strong I am. This is who I am. I am a fighter I will never die easily so just you try to kill me cause you can’t I’ll just keep coming back to haunt you.’" Kazuya smiled a little at this then emitted a low gasp as Lee lowered his head and began to lightly trace his scar from one end to the other with his tongue. He only paused on each side to wrap his lips around a nipple before returning to the scar. As he did this he felt Kazuya swoon into him and lay his head on his shoulder burying his face in the soft flesh between the neck and shoulder. Lee continued his tongue caresses and wove his hands down over Kazuya’s chest to his incredibly sculpted hips and thighs. ‘How powerful his legs are. He could kill somebody with ease with these legs.’ Lee thought admiringly. ‘And his waist how tiny for a fighter of his size.’ All the fighting and intense stretching for the flexibility of his kicks had left Kazuya with gorgeous legs and thighs. When Lee began to unbutton his brother’s pants he heard a soft gasp of protest. Lee looked up and engaged Kazuya’s mouth in a kiss muffling all protests while he slowly continued in removing his pants. He encountered one small snare, his brother’s sneakers. Of all the things to wear with a power suit his brother had chosen flame red sneakers. Lee never understood his brother’s bizarre fixation with sneakers but it was charming somehow. Yet something was bothering him, why should he have to do all the work? "It’s okay oniisan. You can remove my clothes too." Let Kazuya do that while he fumbled with his sneakers. ‘What the hell did he do? Double knot his laces?’ He couldn’t get the damned things off! Kazuya looked mildly surprised and stared down at his arms that had lain by his sides the whole time like unwanted appendages. He slowly raised them and reached out and traced the air in front of Lee’s chest but then pulled them away quickly as if Lee’s body might burn him. Lee took his hands into his own and whispered beginning to get frustrated. "It’s okay. See?" He brought his fingers to his lips, noted that they weren’t trembling like he thought they would be. ‘Odd…’ He kissed them anyway before leading Kazuya’s hands under his own shirt. The feeling of Kazuya slowly and expertly stroking his chest made Lee quake inside.
‘He’s done this before?’ Lee thought absently. He let his head fall back and gazed into Kazuya’s eyes. The mirth there caught him by surprise; he looked like the cat that just caught himself a mouse. That look, that was the look he got whenever he knew he had Lee, whether it was fighting or studying or competing in one way or another. Kazuya’s way of showing he knew he had won one over on Lee. Lee felt his temper flare and he took the initiative and pushed Kazuya backwards onto the floor and climbed on top of him. Lee snickered at his surprise and straddled his body. Kazuya grinned in an easygoing fashion and watched as Lee pulled off his own shirt and then pinned his arms to the floor. Lee chuckled at the surprise on Kazuya’s face. "Not as weak as you thought eh?" Kazuya tended to forget that Lee, while not quite his equal, still had great strength, both mental and physical.
Kazuya seemed game for anything he wanted to play, and when Lee started to bite his collarbone Kazuya laughed with delight at the pain. Then Lee bit down hard and Kazuya yelped slapping him out of reflex. It was a solid blow and Lee’s head snapped to the side, he touched his face knowing there would be a red welt there tomorrow. Yet smiled again and was still smiling when he backhanded Kazuya back equally as hard as he had hit him. Kazuya’s head snapped back but with the same speed snapped back up and returned Lee’s smile. "Ooh." He cooed. "So that’s how you wanna play it huh?"
Lee gasped as the other man reversed the hold he had on his wrists and pulled him down and then it’s Lee who’s being straddled and pinned down onto the floor at Kazuya’s mercy.
He grinned down at Lee. "Guess what I’m gonna do to you now." He baited, undulating his hips against Lee’s own. Lee remained unresponsive and looked up into his eyes growling. "What are you gonna do to me Mishima-sama?"
"Nothing." Kazuya answered with a snicker and rolled off of him.
Lee sat up in stunned surprise. How dare he do that to him? Arrogant puffed up strutting baboon! Kazuya ignored him and began to put on his clothes not sparing him a glance. Lee felt his hands clench into fists and sputtered. "You…you...were playing with my head all along weren’t you?!" Kazuya laughed, at him. "You wanted to play and I thought I performed my role quite appropriately. Now that your little game is coming to a head." A pause for a snicker "I can think of a better place to finish it." He gestured around to the conference room. "Oh…" was all Lee could manage.
After that he couldn’t get his clothes on fast enough. He didn’t bother putting on his suit jacket or tying his tie. Kazuya on the other hand took great pleasure in taking his time in doing these things with great flourish. Lee looked at him incredulously, ‘How can he be so casual?’ Kazuya saw Lee watching and gave him a wicked wink and began to straighten his dress slacks. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or Lee’s resolve that is. He grabbed Kazuya by the arm and literally tossed him out of the office. As they walked the short distance to the elevators Lee kept sneaking glances at him. ‘Damn he’s good looking.’ He kept finding himself wanting to smooth back that annoying black spiky hair of his. But he held his restraint, at least till they were in the elevator.
Lee smiled and leaned into Kazuya and began fingering Kazuya’s collar with one hand while the other toyed with that hair. He began wondering what it would be like to screw in an elevator to this annoying muzack. Kazuya one the other hand remained unresponsive and even flicked his inquisitive fingers away and shifted away to stare into the mirrors on the ceiling. Lee pouted and began counting floors to deter his dirty thoughts. ‘Thirty-five, thirty-four, thirty-three…Damn this was gonna be a while.’ He scowled and patted his pockets looking for his pack of cigarettes. He found them hidden away in one of his numerous pockets and lit one with great pleasure knowing that his smoking would just annoy the hell out of Kazuya. Two could play his little game.
Kazuya snorted but kept his gaze locked to the mirrors. Lee wondered why he was so entranced at looking at himself in mirror. He knew Kaz was a narcissistic bastard, but to this level? Lee tilted his head back and peered up at the mirror too. He winked at the handsome lanky boy with silver hair and shifted his eyes to see his dark haired companion.
"Oni…" he gasped and dropped his cigarette. This wasn’t his brother in the mirror! It looked like him but he had red eyes! They seemed to burn with the fires from hell itself.
"Nani?" Kazuya asked shaking himself out of deep thought. "Did you say something Lee?" Lee didn’t want to look at him, he was afraid to see his eyes. "Lee?" Kazuya questioned again laying a hand on Lee’s arm. Lee steadied himself and looked into Kazuya’s eyes and saw…nothing. Just his brother’s dark pools of ebony staring back at him slightly concerned. ‘Had he really seen right? Or was it just a trick of the light? Yes that had to be it,’ he convinced himself "Oh Kazuya." He stammered. "It was nothing. I just burnt myself on my cigarette." He said with a nervous laugh.
Kazuya frowned. "Cigarettes are bad for you." He said taking it from him and dropping it to the floor, crushing it under a sneakered foot. "They’ll put you in an early grave." Lee stared down at the broken cigarette. It lay twisted and mangled, its flame snuffed out. ‘Could he do the same to me with such ease?’ he wondered. He had no more time to ponder this revelation as the elevator chimed and the doors opened into the parking garage.
