Last Fair Deal Gone Wrong | By : ChibiShiva Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 2797 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Last Fair Deal Gone Down
"Ye're late, mate."Kano pushed himself off the tree trunk and walked a few steps towards Erron Black. He crossed his arms over his chest. Frankly, he didn't care that the gunslinger was late; as long as Erron forked the cash over and hauled ass back to Z'Unkahrah, he just didn't care.
The problem was Erron didn't seem to give a damn either. "Cut the bullshit and tell me what you want, Kano."
"Money first, Maybelline, or I'mma fire my lasers."
Erron growled. He squinted in Kano's direction and, for a moment, considered putting new holes in the Aussie's body. But Kotal Kahn's army was in dire need of weapons, and Kano was the only provider for the heavier ones. When magic is an everyday part of your life, you need some serious firepower. "Fine, we'll play your way."
He tossed a bag of koins at Kano and motioned towards the squadron that escorted him. Kano did the same with his men, then directed his attention towards the gunslinger. "C'mere, cowboy. Gotta talk."
The American rolled his eyes, yet followed Kano until they were out of everyone's sight.
"This better be worth it, Kano. I got other shit to tend to."
"Hear me out, will ya? I wanna meet the Kahn," Kano declared as he closed the distance between them. "And you can make that happen. I got some info for him."
Erron snorted. Wasn't the first time someone tried that. "That goes through me first."
"Not this time, cowboy. Straight to Kotal Kahn or nothin', and it's somethin' he'll gut ya for missin'."
That guy was wearing on Erron's patience. His lips formed a thin line under his mask, and his fingers came dangerously close to his six-shooter. "One more reason for you to tell me before anything happens, Kano. I go down, you find yourself without your best customer. And don't think you'll approach Kotal that easily."
"That was your last chance, mate." Kano lunged for Erron and slammed him against a tree. The gunslinger winced and grunted loudly, yet didn't move otherwise. Kano had a few inches and pounds over him, but like fuck he'd show any sign of fear. His blue eyes were focused on his shirtless opponent.
Even as Kano pressed a blade to his throat, Erron refused to surrender. Keep calm, Erron. He doesn't scare you. Keep staring him down... and be ready to shoot the son of a bitch if he moves again-
Erron reached for his pistol. Kano dropped the blade, immediately grabbed his wrists and brought them above Erron's head, locking the American in a submissive position. He growled as he drew even closer to Erron, then lodged his knee just between the gunslinger's legs. It was meant to be a threat, but the effect it had on Erron was... unexpected. There was definitely a bulge under those pants.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Kano noted out loud. His smirk widened as he pressed himself further against Erron, to the point where he felt the gunslinger's chest rise with each bated breath. The shorter man remained still and showed no sign of struggling to break away from Kano's grasp. "Never knew you enjoyed that kind of attention, cowboy."
He cast a quick glance behind him. Everyone was either loading or unloading weapon crates. Surely no one would miss them if they were gone for fifteen, twenty minutes...
His gaze then returned to Erron. The cowboy was flustered, and damn if he didn't enjoy the sight. Kano slowly let go of Erron's wrists; there was no way he'd take a bullet. The American was no idiot, and quick on the trigger... but then again, Erron was no idiot. If he had wanted to kill Kano, he'd have done so a long time ago.
One last glance backwards, and Kano busied himself with Erron's belt. "What happens in the outback, stays in the outback. Got it, mate?"
"I don't kiss and tell."
That was enough of an answer. Kano pushed Erron's pants as low as he could and used his own spit to lube his fingers up. He smirked as the cowboy turned around on his own; he'd have appreciated a bit of a fight for domination, but whatever. Erron was offering, he'd take it.
He shoved a wet finger in the tight ring of muscle and pushed up to his knuckles. Erron clamped on the intrusive digit for a moment before allowing himself to relax, and shivered under the other man's touch.
"Damn, yer pretty tight..." Kano mused as he finally managed to squeeze in another finger. "Guessing the Kahn didn't include that service in your contract."
Erron was about to talk back, but all that came out was an exasperated moan followed by a sharp breath.
"Tight, warm and willing..." The Aussie teased. He hooked his fingers and grinned when Erron thrust against him. He barely had any work to do; the cowboy was impaling himself over his digits. "That's about all I need."
Kano retracted his fingers, spit in his palm again and tugged at his own cock a few times. He put both of his hands on Erron's ass, then dove right in with a long, appreciative moan. He loved the power he held over the gunslinger.
He really tried to avoid moaning like a madman, he really did... but Erron couldn't help himself. He held onto the tree's trunk and his fingers scratched against the bark. Yet he didn't care. He wanted Kano to fuck him harder. A part of him wanted to beg for it, but his pride had prevented it – so far.
Kano increased the speed of his thrusts, using his hold on Erron's sides to balance himself. "Fuck, baby..." he trailed, his nails digging into the tanned flesh. Erron's moans didn't go unheard, and the Aussie responded by pushing all the way to the hilt. He maintained the position for a long few seconds, until the cowboy screamed in pleasure.
"So that's how you like it, huh?" He pulled out almost all the way and shoved back in immediately, drawing another yelp from the brunette, then swung an arm around Erron's waist. He forced the man closer to his chest and used his free hand to pull Erron's head backwards, until his neck was exposed.
He could, of course, just kill the gunslinger on the spot...
Instead, Kano ran his lips across the base of Erron's neck, then grazed the skin with his teeth. The cowboy quivered, and screamed again as the teeth sank in – not enough to draw blood, but enough for him to recoil against Kano's groin, pushing his member deeper. With one hand, he grasped at the Aussie's arm as he was drilled from behind. With the other, he reached for his own erection.
"Getting you off is my job, cowboy," Kano warned, his voice low and raspy. He grabbed Erron's arm and swiftly twisted it behind his back. The brunette snarled, but it only fueled Kano. The thrusts came in even faster and stronger, until he could barely stand up anymore. His knees gave up from under him, but Kano still had a strong grip on his waist.
A loud moan passed Erron's lips. Blue eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his nails dug further into Kano's forearm. His back collided with the Aussie's chest and a long, powerful shiver ran down his spine as he came, the orgasm exacerbated by the pain in his right arm.
Exhausted, he barely registered when Kano reached climax. He was suddenly released from the Aussie's grip and, had the tree not been in front of him, he'd have smashed flat against the wet ground.
Erron turned his head towards Kano, a sneer across his face. He slowly picked his pants up, then stretched his neck and upper body. There was no fucking way he'd be able to sit down for the ride back to Z'Unkahrah.
"So, 'bout me seeing the Kahn..."
The gunslinger winced and muttered an insult under his breath – the Aussie had fucked with him, quite literally.
"Fine. I'll tell him you wanna meet up with him."
Kano's grin widened as he followed suit and dressed himself back. "We oughtta deal again, cowboy... I'm liking that tight ass of yours."
Erron's fingers tightened across the handle of his pistol... but he didn't draw. Instead, he returned the grin. He wouldn't admit it straight to Kano's face, but it had been totally worth it.
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