What If I'm Weak And I Need You Tonight?

Kuai sat in the middle of the room, his hands tied behind the back of the chair he was on. The room was mostly empty, aside from a variety of weapons on a rack attached to the wall. Kuai had no doubt they would be used on him, the Shirai Ryu would show no mercy for a Lin Kuei found scouting the surrounding area. Kuai knew he’d fucked this up, the Lin Kuei would not come to rescue him and he knew that even if he escaped, returning to the Lin Kuei would result in even more pain.

Really, he wasn’t sure if he just wanted to hedge his bets with the Shirai Ryu than return.

His attention was drawn to the door sliding open, and a silhouette of someone entering. Once the door shut behind, Kuai could make out that there was a woman stood opposite him, wearing a red Shirai Ryu uniform and her hands behind her back. Kuai eyed her nervously as she approached, her footsteps echoing through the empty room.

“Lin Kuei,” she addressed, stopping in front of Kuai. Kuai continued to look up at her, trying to steel his nerves, even as he could feel his arms begin to tremble. “Do you know who I am?”

“Am I supposed to?” Kuai muttered miserably. Really, how was he supposed to know every member of the Shirai Ryu by name? All he knew was the current Grandmaster, Hanzo Hasashi.

To Kuai’s surprise, she actually smiled slightly as she said, “Let me guess, you only know my husband’s name?”

Kuai tried not to react to that. He wanted badly to tell her he only knew the name of the Grandmaster, everyone else in the clan was irrelevant canon fodder and…

And…

A realisation came to his mind.

“You are Grandmaster Hasashi’s wife?” Kuai questioned, hoping to god that wasn’t what was happening here. The laugh that came from her lips confirmed his fears.

“My name is Harumi Hasashi,” she confirmed, leaning forward to gently brush Kuai’s hair from his face. Kuai wanted to jerk away and yell at her to stop touching him, but god no one had ever touched him so sweetly before.

“So, your husband’s men find a spy, and he can’t even be bothered to interrogate them himself and sends his wife instead?” Kuai tried to hiss, but it was betrayed by the tremble in his voice.

“Oh, he will be joining us soon,” Harumi told him, as her hand moved from Kuai’s hair and down to his cheek. “He just thought sending me in first would be the best option.” Kuai wasn’t sure what that meant. “Now, why did the Lin Kuei send you?”

“I will not talk,” Kuai growled, even as he found himself craving Harumi’s touch and wanting so bad to nuzzle into her hand. “You can torture me until I take my last dying breath, and I will never talk.”

Harumi hummed, removing her hand. Kuai tried to not think about how pathetic it was that he missed it immediately. She was staring down at him with a look Kuai couldn’t place. It was almost like pity but not exactly. She took another step forward, spreading her legs and placing her feet either side of Kuai. The noise he made when she sat down on his lap was an alarmed whine.

“W-What- What are you-“

“We know,” Harumi softly interrupted, and Kuai felt himself falter, not knowing what she meant by that. “We know that even if we were to leave you in agony, that what we want to know will never make it past your lips.” Harumi’s fingers brushed against his lips as if to make a point. “You won’t be tortured, precious thing.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Kuai questioned, trying to ignore how his entire body was shaking. She was so close and her touch was still so soft, and Kuai was going to loose his mind if she continued to treat him so kindly. “When you have me tied to a chair in a room with items of torture on the walls?”

“I might be inclined to untie you if you assure me you won’t try to escape,” she offered as her thumb began to trace up the scar on his face. “The torture equipment is only for the worst of the worst, and I don’t think you meet that description.”

“I’ve killed people,” Kuai snarled, “I could kill you.”

“I don’t think you will,” Harumi confidently replied, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes as she looked closer at the scar. He could tell she was trying to work out how he got it. “You are not the type for that.”

“You don’t know me.” And how dare she assume she did from mere minutes of interaction.

“I know enough.” She brushed the back of her hand against Kuai’s cheek. He practically gasped at the feeling. “You aren’t used to being touched this kindly, are you sweetheart?”

Kuai screwed his eyes shut as if that would help him block out her presence. All it did was make the sensation stronger. He shook his head, feeling her hands finally retreat. He opened one eye slightly, glaring at Harumi as he felt tears begin to gather in his eyes.

He could hear the jeers of the elders and his peers echoing in his head.

Stop crying! Pathetic! Shut up and stop being a little bitch! You are a disgrace! You deserve this pain, remember that Tundra! You will never amount to anything at this rate.

Your Grandfather would be so disappointed in you.

“W-What Shirai Ryu trickery is this?” Kuai managed to get out, desperate for something to drown out those voices in his head. “T-This is… This is cruel!” He jerked in his bonds, hoping it would making get Harumi to get off him. “Just hurt me already. Send me to my maker and bury me in a too shallow grave.”

“Oh, honey.” Harumi’s thumb brushed against his cheek again, wiping away one of his tears. “What did they do to you?”

“S-Stop,” Kuai sobbed. Why was she being so patient and nice to him? Why couldn’t she just try to break him and leave him bruised and bleeding? “T-This… Why are you doing this?”

She sighed softly, as she lent forward. Kuai stopped breathing as her chest pushed against his. He felt her reach behind him, and wasn’t sure what she was doing, until he felt the ropes around his wrists loosen. Seconds later they were free. He brought them in front of him, with the full intent to push her off his lap. Yet that never came, even as she pulled away. He held his hands up, like he wanted to weakly defend himself if she tried anything.

“What is your name?” She asked sweetly, and Kuai swallowed, feeling a strange dread at the question.

“Tundra,” he replied and all she did was give him a sad smile.

“I mean your real name,” she clarified, and Kuai hesitated. He knew he shouldn’t, it was drilled into him to never reveal it. Yet, for some reason he could not explain, he wanted to tell her.

“Kuai Liang,” he muttered, turning to look away. He could feel his face heating up from the shame. He had sworn to never reveal any Lin Kuei secrets, including his true identity, and yet here he was.

God, the Elder’s are right. I really am pathetic.

“That’s a nice name,” Harumi commented, and god fucking dammit her hand was on him again, this time lightly gripping his chin and tilting his head to face her. “Can I kiss you Kuai Liang?”

“What?” Kuai exclaimed, pushing himself back as far as he could in the chair. Harumi’s smile never faltered. “I- Wh- Why?”

“I get the feeling no one’s ever shown you proper affection before,” she stated, tapping her fingertips against Kuai’s lips. “I would like to, if you’d let me.”

“Is- Is this some strange trap?” Kuai questioned, resisting the weird and sudden urge to let Harumi put her finger’s in his mouth. “Your husband comes in to find us in a romantic embrace, and has more personal reasons to take his anger out on me?”

“Like I said, he will be joining us soon.” Harumi’s fingers pushed against his lips. “And I assure you he will not hurt you.” Her hands went to both sides of his head, cupping his face. “So, can I?”

Kuai really wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on at this point. But, well, he was probably going to die soon, either by the Shirai Ryu’s hand or the Lin Kuei’s. He might as well be able to pretend someone loved him before he did.

“Okay.”

Harumi looked pleased by his agreement, before leaning in to his face, and pushing her lips against his. Kuai couldn’t help but notice how much softer her lips were than his. He could also faintly taste something fruity on them, but Kuai couldn’t say what fruit it was. He was just thankful they didn’t taste of almond.

As her hand slowly made it’s way to the back of his head, all he could think was how nice this felt, even if his own movements were awkward. The only experience with kissing he had was Sektor and those were bruising suffocating kisses to shut him up. Sektor’s touch was hard and possessive in comparison to how gentle Harumi was, like she was scared of hurting him. He had no idea what to do with his hands, reaching down to grip the edges of the seat instead.

Harumi pulled away, and Kuai felt himself instinctively try to follow her. She pushed a finger to his lips to stop him.

“Can I touch you?” Harumi asked, and well, it was a little late to be asking that wasn’t it? He raised an eyebrow at that, and Harumi just smiled at him and looked down. He suddenly understood what she was talking about.

“O-Oh.” He swallowed. Everything told him not to. Harumi was a married woman who’s husband likely wanted him dead and was due to come in at any moment. If the Lin Kuei found out he had laid with a Shirai Ryu then even if he died here they’d find a way to kill him further. Despite that, the next word out of his mouth was “yes.”

Harumi lent in to kiss him again, both her hands reaching down for his belt and carefully undoing it. She pulled down his flyer, and moved his pants just enough for his cock to spring free. He hadn’t realised until it was out that he was already half hard. He felt fingers wrap around his shaft, and he moaned as the hand gently pumped.

“That’s it,” She softly encouraged, “just let yourself feel good.”

Kuai didn’t really know what else he could do. He wanted to do something with his hands and hold her close to him, but he didn’t dare. This was as soft as everything else, talented fingers trying to coax him into hardness. He wasn’t used to people touching him there, even when he tried to touch himself he couldn’t quite make it feel good. Harumi seemed to know exactly what to do however, to make him feel so much pleasure he began to quake.

He felt Harumi’s free hand touch his cheek, and it was only then he realised he was crying again.

Why was someone being kind to him enough to bring him to tears?

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked, gently trying to wipe away his tears.

“P-Please don’t,” Kuai sobbed. He should feel embarrassed by how he was acting, begging this woman not to stop touching his cock. Yet he couldn’t help it. “Please keep going.”

“Alright, if you want to.” Her thumb circled the head of his cock, causing him to choke slightly on the air. “If you need to stop at any point just say, okay?”

Kuai didn’t get that. He’d never been given the option to stop before. Still Harumi kissed the corner of his mouth, before tucking her head onto his shoulder and gently mouthing at his neck. He groaned, somehow that felt even better than just the normal kissing. He lifted a hand, forgetting himself for a moment, about to put it on her back. He quickly stopped himself when he heard the door open, hand returning to it’s spot on the chair.

He could see another person enter, and when the door shut, Kuai immediately recognised who it was.

Grandmaster Hanzo Hasashi.

And Kuai was sat on a chair with the man’s wife on his lap and stroking his cock.

Well, it had been good while it lasted, he guessed it was time to die now.

If Harumi heard her husband enter, she didn’t react like she had, her hand continuing to stroke his cock and leaving him shuddering and breathless. Hanzo began to march over towards them, and Kuai couldn’t help the high pitched whine that came out of his mouth.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” Harumi whispered in his ear, twisting her hand and making Kuai cry out as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. “He won’t hurt you.” Harumi looked over her shoulder towards he husband as she said, “his name is Kuai Liang.”

Hanzo hummed, and Kuai’s attempt to assess his facial expression but came up short from just how passive he looked. Kuai blinked and as quick as that happened, Hanzo was suddenly by his side, their eyes meeting for what felt like far too long. Harumi’s hand softly squeezed his cock, and he gasped and whimpered. Hanzo then reached out taking Kuai’s chin in his hand and pressing a thumb on Kuai’s wet cheeks.

“Kuai Liang?” He muttered, and Kuai could only stare up at him in trepidation. Something in the situation seemed to finally bring out emotion in Hanzo, as his face relaxed slightly. “You know who I am, do you not?”

“Y-Yes, Grandmaster Hasashi,” Kuai whispered, wanting to be polite despite Hanzo technically being his enemy and said enemies wife currently giving him a hand job. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” Hanzo’s fingers gently stroked his cheek, his skin a lot more calloused that Harumi’s but his touch was just as tender. “Why aren’t you trying to kill me?”

“That was never our intention,” Hanzo stated, his eyes flicking down to where Harumi’s hand was still working Kuai’s length. “When my men brought you in they raised some concerns about you.”

“Concerns?” Kuai questioned, before cutting himself off as Harumi lent in to kiss his cheek.

“Most Lin Kuei would fight to the death,” Harumi explained, “and you just let us take you.” Harumi trailed kisses down Kuai’s neck again. “I apologise, my husband sent me in first to test you.” Kuai felt himself tense. This was a trap, it really was, he should have known better. “You cry and tremble at the smallest of physical contact. Sweetheart that’s not normal.” Harumi pulled back to look him in the eye. “What did they do to you?”

Harumi had already asked that question once, and Kuai still didn’t know how to answer it. They didn’t do anything to him. At least, not anything he didn’t deserve for being a mouthy little bitch who couldn’t take orders.

He flinched when he realised that thought wasn’t in his voice, but the Grandmasters.

“Kuai Liang,” Hanzo softly whispered to regain his attention. Kuai hated how nice his voice was, and how he wanted him to just say his name like that forever. “You do not react like a normal Lin Kuei would. They would not have come quietly, they would not have sat calmly waiting for their doom, and they definitely wouldn’t have let my wife sit on their lap and stroke their cock.”

Kuai jerked his head away to look away, embarrassed by that last one, or rather, by the fact Hanzo actually acknowledged what she was doing to him. Hanzo was right though, no one else in the Lin Kuei would act like this, because the rest of the Lin Kuei was perfectly brainwashed to think the bullshit they went through was normal. Them going harder on Kuai than anyone else was also normal, because he couldn’t accept this was how things were supposed to be.

When his breathing hitched, he realised he was still fucking crying.

He heard Harumi sigh, and then she lifted herself off his lap, taking her wonderful hands with her.

“W-Wait-“ Kuai turned back, both Hasashi’s looking down at him like they were actually concerned about him.

“I think this is too much for you right now,” Harumi stated, smiling at him even though it looked really half hearted. “You’re clearly overwhelmed, and I over stepped my mark. Maybe we should go get you fed instead.”

Kuai tried to fight the tears coming harder, but he failed dismally. Finally, someone was wanting to touch him nicely and make him feel good, rather than just use and abuse him, and his stupid oversensitive emotions had driven them away.

“I-I’m sorry,” he sobbed, surprised by how his apology seemed to make both of them pause. “I- I know I’m bad but- but please, just let me pretend someone loves me for a while.”

The looks of abject horror on both Harumi and Hanzo’s face made Kuai feel like he’d said something wrong.

Hanzo crouched down until he was level with Kuai’s face. He reached out to take Kuai’s chin in his hands. Kuai stared into his brown eyes, heart in his throat.

“Do you really not have anyone?” Hanzo spoke like he found that hard to believe.

“My brother, but that’s not really the same,” Kuai answered in a whisper, because the love of a brother was not the same as what the Hasashi’s had. “I have a best friend too, but he doesn’t love me like that.”

“Have you ever been with anyone? Sexually?” Hanzo asked, and Kuai felt awkward about the question. He knew where it was coming from, but he realised in that moment that his experiences likely weren’t normal.

“There is someone but…” He hesitated if he should continue, he already had a feeling they were judging him, he wasn’t sure he could take any more. “He is not gentle.” He let out an annoyed huff as he bitterly added “and he certainly doesn’t love me.”

He was surprised when Hanzo lent in closer, and claimed his lips in his own kiss. Hanzo’s lips were more like Kuai’s than Harumi’s yet it was still as desirable. Kuai found himself moaning into his mouth as Hanzo’s hand wrapped around his cock again. A second pair of lips were on his neck, as Harumi had walked around to his other side. Her hand pressed against his chest, slipping under his armour and searching for his pecs. She squeezed and Kuai could feel the action even through his undershirt.

“I’m sorry,” Harumi whispered, between her kisses as Kuai squirmed between them. “I wouldn’t have stopped if I realised how much it meant to you.”

Hanzo broke the kiss, but patted Kuai’s head as he did. Kuai wanted those lips on him again, but his mind was brought off it when Hanzo twisted his hand in a way that Kuai bucked his hips.

“That’s it, just let us make you feel good,” Harumi kept muttering, finding Kuai’s nipple through his shirt and pinching. He gave another whine at how pleasing the action was. “That’s a good boy.”

Kuai wasn’t sure what the noise he made was, it was somewhere between a moan and a gasp, but it seemed it was loud enough to get both Hanzo and Harumi’s attention. One of his hands flew to his face, covering his mouth. The couple stared at him for a minute, before sharing a look, and Hanzo smiled.

“Do you like being a good boy for us?” Hanzo’s voice was deep and teasing and oh god, Kuai felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Yes.” He removed his hand to find Harumi took it from him, linking their fingers and squeezing. When had anyone ever told him he was good? All he ever got told was how bad he was. Worthless, difficult, pathetic.

He ended up clutching her hand harder as his other reached for Hanzo’s shoulder, and he let out a cry. He thrust his hips up into Hanzo’s hand and came. Feeling himself go limp, he panted as Hanzo used his hand to coax him into finishing. His hands dropped as he just sat and tried to breathe. Harumi was all over, kissing his face in a fervour and Kuai definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Was that good?” Harumi asked between her kisses and Kuai bit his lip.

“T-Thank you,” he quietly replied, even if internally he wished he’d lasted longer. He wanted more, didn’t want to go back to the reality that no one would ever touch him like this again. He wasn’t made for intimate love, he was made for rough hard fucking, and that was all he’d ever be able to have.

“Would you like more?” Hanzo offered, and Kuai looked hazily over to him as Harumi’s head snapped up. Clearly she hadn’t expected that, but Kuai wasn’t quite sure what he meant.

“More?” He queried, and Hanzo, ever the face of indifference, suddenly looked rather bashful. Kuai quickly looked him up and down, only for his eyes to be drawn to the other man’s crotch. Kuai could make out the shape of his dick through his trousers. “Oh.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Harumi assured him, stroking his head and shooting her husband a glare. “My husband is just being selfish.”

Hanzo made a argumentative sound, but Kuai turned to look at Harumi instead. Given her anatomy, it was hard to tell from just looking at her if she was also aroused. Kuai wasn’t sure if he should ask if she was or not.

“Are- Are you?” Kuai left the question somewhat unfinished, hoping Harumi would understand without him saying it. He wasn’t exactly familiar with anything except dicks.

Harumi blinked a few times before admitting, “Yes.” She looked away and bit her lip. “But I wouldn’t expect you to do anything about that.”

“What if I want to?” He asked, and Harumi looked back at him with wide eyes. “I- I mean. I’ve never been with a woman but… I- I know how to take a dick.”

This confession made Hanzo begin to cough loudly. Harumi on the other hand took a deep breath, before very gently trying to encourage Kuai to get off the chair. He wasn’t sure if that was good until she sat down on the chair. Kuai felt Hanzo’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. Harumi opened her legs as Kuai settled between them. Her hands were undoing her trousers, pulling them down enough to bare herself to him.

Kuai really wasn’t lying when he said he had never been with a woman. He’d seen vaginas in medical books he’d stolen from the Lin Kuei’s library but hadn’t seen one in person before. He had put together the basics. Penis goes in, it feels good, everyone orgasms. He just wasn’t entirely sure the finer aspects of it. And given he was currently on his knees, he had a feeling his dick wasn’t going to be all that involved.

“I, um, I don’t know… What to do,” Kuai admitted, wishing to god he’d asked for more details whenever his peers had talked about when they mentioned fucking random sex workers during their missions.

“It’s okay, I’ll guide you,” she replied, reaching down to her pussy, and using her fingers to spread it. Her other hand reached to his chin, pulling him close. “We’ll start slow, just try to lick.”

Ah. He knew what felt good when it came to oral on a cock, so it couldn’t be too different right? Use the flat of the tongue and long strokes. His tongue escaped his lips, pressing it against her pussy. He wasn’t really sure what the taste was like, the only thing he could come up with was “not dick”. Still he tried his best to do what Harumi had said, a slow lick along the folds. His eyes flicked up to her face, seeking approval at what he was doing.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, her hand tangling into his hair. “Like that, my good boy.”

Kuai whined into her flesh, but did as he was told. He wasn’t sure how hard he should be licking, alternating between soft and hard trying to work out which she liked more. Both of them seemed to have her sighing and whispering sweet nothings. At least she was being nice with her instruction. First time he’d sucked Sektor’s dick the man hadn’t the patience to tell Kuai what to do and ended up just fucking his face so hard Kuai couldn’t breathe. It was a lot of trial and error from that point.

As Kuai tried to continue his efforts and Harumi gently told him where felt best for her, he felt Hanzo’s hands reach down for his hips. He let Hanzo rearrange him so he was lent forward with his ass sticking out. He brought his hands up, pressing them against Harumi’s thighs. Her hands kept his head in place, making sure his focus was on her, even as Kuai felt his trousers being pulled down and a hand groping his ass.

“You have a gorgeous ass,” Hanzo stated, as his fingers dug in and split his cheeks.

“And a talented tongue,” Harumi added, groaning as Kuai gave a long stroke. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart, keep doing it like that.”

Kuai could feel tears well in his eyes again. Why was everything making him cry today? People showing him basic human decency, someone giving him reassurance and praise. It made him want to do his best, to get Harumi to orgasm and make sure her encouragement was not misplaced.

He felt a wet finger tracing around the rim of his entrance, but he tried to not let himself get distracted. He pushed his mouth against her hard at the same time he felt Hanzo’s finger enter himself. He lapped at the entrance, screwing his eyes shut as that digit explored his inside’s, getting him nice and wet with lube. Don’t get distracted. He continued to lick, tongue flicking over Harumi’s clit, and action that had her rutting against his face.

When he felt a second finger enter him, his eyes shot open with surprise. He was rather used to just having a single finger and the bare minimum of lube as preparation. His shock seemed to gain Harumi’s attention, as she let him pull away from her.

“Has no one ever prepared your properly before?” She asked, Kuai only now realising how sticky his face was. He licked at his lips, trying to think of an answer.

“Mm, just a bit of oil and a single finger.” He tried to get back to working on Harumi but she kept his head up for now. “N-Never two.”

“They never stretched you properly then?” Hanzo asked from behind as Kuai felt a third finger begin to enter the mix.

“Ah, the uh, the cock usually does the stretching,” Kuai explained, closing one of his eyes and thinking about how this felt in comparison to that. Thinking about it, working him slowly up like this was definitely hurting a lot less. “I- I think I prefer this way, though.”

There was Harumi’s sad smile again, as she cooed “I’m glad to hear that.”

She finally let him back at her, as he deciding to try rolling his tongue in circles. He decided his experiment was successful when she hummed contently. He was starting to figure out the actions that caused her the most pleasure, slowly but surely. Returning his attention to her clit again, he decided this time to push the flat of his tongue along it harder, causing her to grip his hair tighter.

A forth finger entered him, and he felt his cock twitch. He hadn’t realised he’d been getting aroused again, but he supposed it was only natural. He felt Hanzo’s free hand reach down to touch him, giving a slow stroke.

“So responsive to us,” Hanzo complimented, as he continued to caress Kuai’s cock. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Y-Yes,” Kuai answered, pulling away just enough to answer before diving back in to lap around Harumi’s folds. And he was telling the truth. This was the best sexual experience he’d ever had and he didn’t want it to end.

“You’re such a quick learner,” Harumi complimented, rocking her hips in time to Kuai’s tongue. “I’m close, keep going, please.”

Her words spurred Kuai to go further, harder, making sure to lap his tongue along the entirety of her pussy. Fingers tightened in his hair, pushing him right up to her as she gave one final loud groan. Kuai felt his face getting wetter. It wasn’t quite what he was expecting, his peers often talked about women squirting and it being a sign they really liked it. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that, and was actually quite relieved it hadn’t happened like that. Maybe, if there was opportunity to later, he would ask Harumi about that, but for now, he could tell from the satisfied sigh she made that he had done the job.

“Did I do good?” He asked with bright eyes as Harumi looked down at him with admiration.

“You did better than good.” She lent down and kissed his forehead, missing his sticky lower face. “You were amazing.”

Kuai felt his cheeks heat up at that. The fingers inside him finally retreated, and Harumi stood up from the chair. She moved it out of the way as Hanzo reached for Kuai’s waist and flipped him onto his back. Harumi put her arms around his chest, pulling him to hers. Like this Kuai could see Hanzo’s own hard cock, just poking out from his trousers and he poured lube over it and spread it with his hand.

“Ready?” He asked, and Kuai bit his lip. Hanzo looked bigger than anyone he’d taken before, but with the preparation, at least it shouldn’t be as bad as others.

“Y-Yes.” As he said that Harumi held him closer, pressing her lips to his temple.

“He’ll take it slowly, let him know if it hurts,” She whispered, as Hanzo’s hand parted Kuai’s legs.

He felt Hanzo’s cock push against his entrance and began to penetrate him, Kuai realised just how easier it was going in compared to the other times. Even with Hanzo’s superior size, there was barely any resistance. Kuai moaned as he realised he’d never felt this full before. As Kuai didn’t tell him to stop, Hanzo kept pushing forward, until he was fulled sheathed inside.

“You take my cock so well,” Hanzo growled, his hands gripping Kuai’s hips and rubbing circles into Kuai’s skin. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kuai whispered, mesmerised by Hanzo’s smile. Gods, he was so handsome. “Ah, you’re so big.”

“Oh, you can’t tell him that,” Harumi playfully chided. “You’re just going to feed his already too big ego.”

Kuai actually laughed at that, pushing himself closer to her. He kind of liked it like this, Harumi holding him gently while Hanzo had his cock just sat inside him. He knew that from this moment on, he’d crave this feeling for the rest of his life.

“Can I move?” Hanzo asked, and Kuai just purred in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Hanzo began to pull out, only about half way before he pushed back in. Kuai groaned, one hand darting around to find something to hold onto. He soon found one of Harumi’s hands, squeezing it so tight he was surprised she didn’t complain. Hanzo pulled out again, a little further this time, and as the drove in, he had changed his angle slightly.

It continued like this, Hanzo was slow with his movements, allowing Kuai to feel every inch of him going in and out repeatedly. Each time he changed the angle slightly, like he was searching for something. Kuai could feel himself beginning to shake again, and god damn there were those annoying tears again. This was so gentle, far more gentle than he deserved, and it felt so good.

Then, as Hanzo drove in another time, his cock brushed up against a spot that had Kuai arching his back and making the lewdest sound he’d ever heard himself make.

“Hm, was that a good spot?” Hanzo asked, yet again giving another soft thrust aiming directly for that spot. Another wave of pleasure shot all the way up Kuai’s spine. “I guess it was.”

When Kuai went to cover his mouth with his hand out of embarrassment, he found Harumi take his wrist and move it down.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be shy, those sounds let us know we’re doing the right thing for you,” she said, as she put his hand against his chest, and she reached lower to grasp his cock. He made another needy whine as she began to stroke him. “There, see, you feel good, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” he gasped out as Hanzo began to rock into a slow rhythm, Harumi’s hand matching the pace.

Even though the movements were so gentle, they were precise, Hanzo making sure to hit that spot almost every time. Meanwhile, Harumi had already proven the talents of her hands, but in combination with Hanzo fucking him it was beyond anything he’d ever felt. His mind was going fuzzy as he just let himself melt into the pleasure. He could feel his chest heaving, his one hand still resting on it while the other was still tangled with Harumi’s. She kept whispering sweet words into his ear, telling him how good he was being for them, how well he was taking her husbands cock, how cute his noises were. Hanzo would interject with his own praises, how tight Kuai was around his cock, how beautiful he looked so blissed out, how sweet it was for him to cling to his wife like that.

Apparently, to them, everything he did was wonderful.

To them, he was wonderful.

His orgasm hit him rather unexpectedly, but he guessed it was to be expected when he’d already cum previously. His back arched completely away from Harumi and he felt himself instinctively clench around Hanzo.

“Good boy,” Hanzo whispered, leaning down to kiss Kuai’s lips, completely unbothered by how they still tasted of Harumi. “You are doing so well.” Another kiss and Hanzo began to slowly thrust again. “Can you wait a little longer for me to finish?”

“Y-Yes,” Kuai agreed, letting himself sink back down into Harumi, his limbs going slightly limp. He half expected Hanzo to drop the gentle act and pound into him without mercy, but that didn’t happened. He was as careful as he had been all throughout this.

“Do you want me to come inside you?” Hanzo questioned as Kuai relaxed into Harumi, her hands back in his hair stroking him gently. “Do you want me to fill you up?”

“P-Please,” Kuai begged, and Hanzo gave him that damned handsome smile again.

It was just a few more rolls of Hanzo’s hips before he gave a loud groan, and Kuai felt him release in his ass. Kuai whined at the feeling. He’d had people finish inside before, but somehow those times he didn’t feel as accomplished as he did now. Hanzo thrust in a few more times, before finally pulling out.

“Well done, you did so well, pleasing us both like that,” Harumi immediately began with the praise, her arms tightening around his chest.

“Can we do anything for you?” Hanzo asked, sliding across the floor to sit next to Kuai, his hands all over Kuai too now.

Kuai hiccuped. He’d never been asked if he needed anything after sex. Usually he was just left to clean himself up and cry. Granted he always felt better after that, but sometimes he wished someone would stay with him and just reassure him that he was good. The tears were back, and while he was sick of them, he was finally accepting that Hanzo and Harumi didn’t see his emotions as a burden. They had been so attentive to everything he was feeling.

Why were two people who were meant to be his enemy treating him better than anyone in the Lin Kuei ever had?

“P-Please, just stay with me,” Kuai sobbed, desperately trying to keep hold of both of them, fearful that if he didn’t they’d just walk away from him. “Please don’t leave me.”

“We aren’t going anywhere, sweet thing,” Harumi assured him, her lips yet again gently kissing parts of his face. Hanzo was following suite. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, and then get you fed, and then you can rest, okay?”

“T-The Lin Kuei…” Kuai didn’t want to think about them right now, but there was a twisting in his gut. Still something inside him that was terrified of them and their wrath.

“Will not harm you,” Hanzo assured him, once more capturing Kuai’s lips with his own. “You can stay with us, we will protect you from them, they will never hurt you again.

Those words sounded so genuine, and Kuai so wanted to believe them despite all the Lin Kuei’s programming telling him that these were lies meant to trick and confuse him. But god, he was so tired of the Lin Kuei. So tired of the things they did to him. He just wanted some peace for a little while. He still would not tell them the Lin Kuei’s secrets, but there was one thing, he’d now feel terrible if he did not warn them.

“The reason I was scouting,” he slowly started, watching the way Hanzo’s brows drew together, “is because they are planning an attack, two weeks from now.” Hanzo’s eyes widened, but he otherwise didn’t react. Kuai wasn’t sure if he was surprised by the news of the impending attack or that Kuai was actually telling him this. “If I don’t go back, they’ll just assume I’m dead, but they might send more to take my place.”

“I see,” Hanzo said with a deep sigh. “You did not have to tell me that.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a few seconds, before Hanzo moved slightly, putting his hand behind Kuai’s back and hooking his arm under Kuai’s knees. He took little time hauling them both up, Hanzo carrying Kuai bridal style as Harumi followed them up.

“We can deal with that later,” Harumi announced, and Kuai wasn’t really sure this was something that should wait until later. This felt like something Hanzo should be taking care of immediately. “Let’s get you seen to first.”

Oh. Kuai wasn’t exactly used to being someone’s priority. He nodded, unsure what else he could actually say. Hanzo turned on his heel and began to walk to the door, Harumi by his side. Kuai closed his eyes, trying to resist the urge to fall asleep.

Maybe he wasn’t unloveable after all.

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