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Let's Switch It Up	By : MaisheonX Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ah, nothing much to say here really. First story up here, first story of this type even......That's about it, RnR if need be, anything that could help me with my writing!

Let's Switch it Up.

One of those rare 'I've gone and screwed up' moments found it's way into Lars' recent mission. All he was supposed to be doing was observing a mysterious shipment that was heading to G Corporation, a container large enough to encase that of a human body. He hid himself as close as he possibly could, trying not to get too close as to not alert the shippers.

'Get this over and done with, get back to 'Rang before he notices the bed's empty.' This was frequently going through his mind, as he did actually leave his other half asleep alone in 'his' bed. He'd struck a friendship with the Resistance leader, after the events pertaining the Sixth Iron Fist Tournament, the two factions decided to form together. This meant two leaders, two unique captains with drastically different mindsets. Their differences and common goals helped them to become close, eventually events caused the two to become true partners. They rarely split up to go on separate missions, but this one in particular sounded so simple even a grunt could succeed in completing it. Or so it sounded.

He thought absolutely nothing of its impossible simplicity. Never even considered the fact that it could have been a set-up, he was too relaxed these days. That was his downfall.

“Surprise.” He heard a strangely familiar voice sound behind him, he began to turn around but was struck hard with something sharp underneath his neck before he could catch a glimpse. The last he heard was a seductive, almost childlike giggle before all went black.

~

When he came to, he was lying on a rather uncomfortable bed. He wasn't restrained in any way, but he found it impossible to move without the risk of a dizzy spell coming over him. He tried to put his legs on to the floor, but they just wouldn't move. He visibly winced, he couldn't even clench his hands into fists, they'd just twitch and spasm of their own free will.

“Having fun being helpless, are we?” The amusement was evident in her tone of voice, it took a while for his eyes to make out the red figure leaning against the door of his 'cell'. Anna Williams, Kazuya Mishima's left hand woman and overall operations handler. 'So it was just a trap, and I fell for it. Well doesn't that just say something.....'

“Wh-......Na?” He struggled to get his own words out, whatever was running through his veins must've been powerful. Even his eyelids were shaking, his heart was beating faster than it should've been.

“Don't act so surprised, that drug would kill a normal person. It's evident that you're 'anything' but normal, Mr.Alexandersson. Or should I say, Mr.Mishima?”

“.....Ch!” He couldn't even mutter a proper curse, instead he tried to manage what appeared to be a half-assed glare in her direction, all it did was make her laugh. She strode over to him, stroking her nails softly up his exposed stomach finishing the act by cupping his face with her hand. Everything he felt, whether it be the drugs effect or not, felt somehow different.

“I bet you screwed that little bitch, didn't you? I wouldn't be surprised, you seem pretty close.” She scoffed, and with the added pressure, she scratched down the side of his face fast and hard, causing him to bleed. He found that it didn't feel bad, she made sure it didn't, as if to rub salt in the wound.

“I'm going to make you enjoy this just as much as me, I can promise you that.” He could feel his own heartbeat increase in tempo, finally working up the strength to close his own eyelids.

“You just sit back and relax sweetie, I'll show you how it's done.” He had no choice in the matter anyway. She began to unbutton his shirt, slowly parting it by smoothing her hands over his chest and down his arms- it still clung on to him at his wrists, but this was enough for her. Her dress almost seemed to be falling off, her chest almost completely exposed by now.

'She's........What a minute, she's going to-' He could feel her tongue sliding down his stomach, towards a certain 'sensitive' spot. By this point, he would've been squirming if he could even move. It felt better than he wanted it to be, he was enjoying it when he knew he shouldn't have been. Suddenly, the movement in his limbs started to come back, albeit slowly. Meanwhile, Anna had managed to slip her gloved fingers into his mouth, with his current 'vulnerable' state, she didn't have to worry too much about him biting them off.

“Well well well, you ARE enjoying this.” In response to this, Lars weakly gripped onto the wrist of the hand currently in his mouth, clenching as soon as he felt what she was doing next.

“S-stop! I can't.......He.” As soon as the word 'he' slipped out of his muffled mouth, she stopped. Bobbing her head up, slightly grazing his member with the tip of her teeth while emerging.

“He? Didn't know you swung that way.” She heaved out a put-on sigh, “Always the pretty ones. Well then pretty boy, does your 'lover' have a name?”

“Never tell you.” He managed to utter, still reeling back from the drugs after-effects. He could finally send back the glare he 'oh-so' wanted to give her before, yet he still looked weak.

“Hmmmm, I see red. Louder than the usual individual, rebellious? The one we tried to recruit, but he refused? Well? Did I guess correctly?” He clenched his teeth in response, she giggled again, fully knowing that she had given the right answer.

“What exactly are you doing? I told you to 'subdue' him, not 'rape' him.” A strong, male voice boomed from the doorway, Kazuya Mishima emerged wearing his classic scowl. For a second, the brothers eyes connected, Lars eventually looked away, not wanting to cause any attention to go his way due to the state he was in.

“Lars?! What in the hell'd she DO to you?!” Lars flinched at the sound of an all too familiar voice- closing his eyes for a second, he worked up the mental strength to look over at the owner of said voice, the sienna coloured eyes he was so used to were full of concern and confusion. He was in the possession of none other than Kazuya himself, who had him trapped in a headlock, his arms caught behind his back.

“A party? Oh Kazuya, boss dear, you think of the best situations!”

“This isn't a party. More like a mere coincidence.”

“What are you doing with the redhead? Hm?”

“We raided Lars' apartment and found this one asleep in his bed. Killing him would've been a waste. He refuses to tell me why he was there in the first place. Well 'brother'? Who is he to you?”

“I doubt you're going to get an answer out of him either, but I can answer the question for you. Why else would they 'share a bed'? Think about it for a minute Kazuya dear.”

“Hn, what a disgrace.”

“Forgotten Lee already?”

“Don't start.” Whilst the two were bickering like adults, Lars sent Hwoarang an apologetic look. This would never have happened if he didn't let his guard down, and he knew they were going to pay for his mistakes.

“I have a proposition for the two of you.” Hwoarang sent one of his own signature death stares in her direction, Lars noticed the subtle hint of jealousy mixed in with it.

“What, haven't you done enough? Taken enough?”

“Oh of course I haven't sweetie, there's one more thing I think should be done. Since you're so 'angry' at me for laying my fingers on your 'boyfriend'. Finish.”

“.........What?”

“Do I have to repeat myself? Finish him. Pick up where I left off, take off your clothes, come over here and give him what he so obviously wants.”

“You expect us to......In front of you?! Are you sick in the goddamn head?!”

“Well, it's either that, or you stay here, going through who knows what until we're right and ready to let you go. If you say yes and put on a good enough show, we'll let the both of you go. Right Kazuya? Is that a fair enough deal?”

“I'd rather kill them and be done with it, but I suppose if you want to be 'fair'. Ch, fine.”

“There you have it, choose wisely. And I want Hwoarang to make the decision. Lars is obviously too out of it to form even a coherent sentence.”

“Shut it.”

“See? Two words that contribute absolutely nothing to the decision his lover is left to make. Tick tock Red, what is your answer?” Hwoarang growled in frustration, he was at war with himself. Meanwhile, Anna fetched a pair of handcuffs and began to use them to keep Lars on the bed. She had noticed him slowly get his strength back, and took the proper precautions.

“What in the hell are you doing that for?! Can't you see he's too weak to even move his damn body?”

“Precautions, give me your answer now. I'm absolutely fine with starting back up again.” She was tracing circles over his stomach with the nail of her finger, giggling yet again.

“Fine, I'll do it. Now get your hands off him!”

“Possessive, how cute.” She stepped away from him, walked over to where Kazuya was still restraining Hwoarang and cupped his head in her hands.

“Give us a good show, alright?” He growled yet again, he was thrown over to the bed, landing on top of his partner, causing the blonde to wince. He decided to check for injuries, the only one he could spot was the bruise forming on his neck and the long scratch down the side of his face. He did the girliest thing he could do, kissed the scratch on his face and leaned in to whisper something only he could hear.

“Look at me the entire time, nowhere else okay? There's no one else here, just us.” Lars nodded weakly in response, it wasn't hard at all to keep his attention fixated on the man in front of him. The redhead locked the both of them together with a demanding kiss, one that traveled down to his neck. He'd only just noticed that the one above him was wearing exactly the same thing from before, pants and only pants. 'Well, he was snatched up whilst asleep.'

“Lars, open your mouth. I'd rather not break you anymore than you already are, alright man?” He didn't even hesitate, if there was anyone he could trust, it'd be Hwoarang.

“Come on Baby, show a 'lil Gusto.” Hwoarang jokingly stated. Lars felt something kick into his system, it almost made him jump out of his own skin. He looked over to Anna, even though he was told not to, she seemed pleased with something, Kazuya was not amused. 'Bitch, she slipped me something else, didn't she?!'

“Hey hey, what'd I say? Look. Here. Nowhere else. Got it?” Lars nodded. His body wasn't responding anymore, he was subconsciously grinding into him, almost as if to say 'get on with it already'.

'So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end...' The fingers were removed from his mouth, his breathing was about the same as the first time, coming out in wisps. He let loose a gasp as Hwoarang began, carefully slipping in one finger at first, he was being cautious.

“You're hurting him, what a careless lover you are~!”

“Shit.”

“Don't listen, m'fine.” Lars reached his head up as far is it could go, asking for another kiss in which his lover agreed on. He took that opportunity to add another finger whilst the blonde was distracted, he bit the others lip in response. Hwoarang was expecting this, the captain couldn't help but get a little rough sometimes, his lack of restraint was especially strong in this weakened state of his.

“Okay, you ready?”

“Go, just go.” He thrust in fast, knowing all to well just how painful 'taking things slow' was. He changed face, feeling too good to scowl and worry, especially when it looked as if his other was enjoying himself. Letting the other adjust first, on a whim, he began to lick his neck and playfully scratching him with the tips of his teeth.

“M-move damnit!” Taking that as an order, he did what he was told to do. Knowing exactly how his captain liked it, he went hard and fast. He knew if he wasn't relentless, even with Lars is such a weak state compared to how he usually was, he'd get the painful end of the bitch stick. He liked his ears in tact.

“Dearie, I don't think you're going fast enough. I knew it, better when he takes it, skimps on the giving.”

“Fucking shut up I'm tryin' alright?” He honestly couldn't hear her properly, he was too focused on the 'delicious' sounds his partner was making. He'd never heard him sound so desperate and enthusiastic. He could feel his panting breath on his sweat covered skin, it egged him on to go faster and faster. For a moment he thought he was going too hard, the bed rocking underneath the intense movement, Lars' cries stated otherwise.

“That's more like it! You're learning sweet-cheeks.” He was about to lose it completely, burying deep inside, he dug his fingernails into the others back, eerily enough Lars did the same, clenching down as they both simultaneously reached their limits.

“A plus. Goddamnit 'Rang, A freaking plus.” He spoke out hoarsely, panting still but determined to break the silence whatever means possible.

“Bruce is cleaning this mess up.”

“Not me? The one who set all this up? Must mean you like it.”

“No, you're dealing with disposing of these two......Lovers, partners, fuck buddies, I don't care. Just get them out of my building.”

“They'll be back Kazuya dear, just you wait. That, or I can arrange others..?” Kazuya let loose a sigh, letting his eyes wander over to the sprawled mess of the two figures. But only for a brief second, he left the room scowling soon after.

“Oh look, only just noticed Larsy broke his handcuffs.” His hands, which were supposed to be attached to the headboard, were gripping into Hwoarangs back instead.

“Well, time to get the two of you out of here. Get your clothes on and follow me.” They both slowly and reluctantly agreed, although after that, their clothes were practically ruined anyway. They left the room as Anna directed, the woman in red quickly rushed back in to do something. Locating a certain device, she switched it off and ran out the room yet again.

She would watch it all again later.
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