NOTE: The following is the final part of a three-part Mortal Kombat series. It takes place after the events of, "Every Hiss begins with Cage" and "The One where they have a Threesome." While you can read it as a oneshot, there are a few parts that reference the previous stories. All parts can be found on my profile.
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War had been declared on Outworld, and citizens were preparing for the worst. Armageddon had claimed too many lives, so alliances were a priority to ensure a victory. All former allies were contacted to see if they'd be willing to fight for the greater good. This included the Earthrealmers who left behind strong ties of friendship in that realm. Every human chose to join the fight, but that didn't mean there wasn't distress growing in their hearts.
That was the case for the talented swordsman, Kenshi Takahashi, who considered his clan's training dojo as his second home. Between the thick walls of the dojo, Kenshi spent hours training. One night, he brought along a friend to practice with and when they eventually needed a break, Kenshi sat down cross-legged to take deep breaths in a futile attempt to relax.
Kenshi anticipated this war not long after surviving the previous one. Multiple timelines had collaborated to defend their respective homes. With so many forces coming together, it'd be a miracle that harmony would be absolute. It was in his blood to protect the innocent, so he saw no reason to turn away from battle. Kenshi knew he wouldn't be the only human defending Outworld, but there laid a pit in his stomach that convinced him things wouldn't end in their favor this time.
"Wanna sip?" A-List celebrity, actor, & producer Johnny Cage waved a bottle of ice-cold water at Kenshi, gesturing for him to take it, but it was rejected. Johnny shrugged, and hurriedly opened the bottle to quench his own dry throat. He chugged down the water with his head tilted up, blatantly exposing his bobbing adam's apple. When the blond finished drinking, he exhaled obnoxiously and placed the bottle along the wall.
"I believe it's time we head back to mi casa," Johnny said, "What do you think?"
"Not yet. We have one more round."
"I was dreading you saying that."
"We only have so much time to get ready. You should know that by now."
"Oh please, you sound just like my mother," Johnny rolled his eyes with an amused grin, then he plopped on the floor and extended his legs straight forward, as he wore a sparkling pair of blue boxing shorts with his last name sewed onto it. He leaned forward to try and touch his ankles.
The swordsman sneered, "You want to spar with me, yet you're in expensive clothing that you refuse to stain. Tell that to Havoc and his minions."
"Oh, those dicklickers? I'm not afraid of them."
Kenshi stood up, "Bootlickers, idiot."
Being called an idiot wouldn't even make it in Johnny's hate mail podcast, but it did have him examine his friend closely. He leaned on his hands and held back a perfectly crafted insult as he analyzed Kenshi's face. The jokester was certain that there had to be a reasonable explanation behind his friend's tight-ass behavior. After all, Kenshi was the most sensible person he knew.
"You're letting that day ruin how you look at me," Johnny said, "I could tell since we got back."
"That's not even on my mind."
"Oh yeah? You've been so serious, it's like I'm talking to a stranger," Johnny got up from the ground with conviction, "You think I'm gonna die."
"Don't say that!," Kenshi shushed, like uttering that three-letter word would strike death upon the superstar, "That's not going to happen."
"Because you want us to train until sunrise," Johnny rolled his pretty blue eyes again, "I've been in the industry all my life. I know when someone doesn't believe in my talent; they'll work me to the bone hoping I'd quit. Is that what you want, Ken Doll?"
"This isn't some test of wills. I just don't want you to get hurt again."
It was Grandmaster Liu Kang who met with the humans about joining forces again. He said it would be wise for all participants to visit Outworld to meet with Empress Mileena of Edenia to discuss their battle strategy. So, Kenshi and Johnny ventured through the portal, and did just that. But as the meeting concluded, an attack fell upon the Empress' kingdom, which left everyone scattered.
Kenshi was able to hold his own, defeating countless enemies with the help of Sento. However, he would come to find Johnny in Havoc's clutches. The actor was limp from constricted oxygen. His effeminate face had muted into a pale blue. He stopped flailing his legs right when Kenshi spotted him, his will extinguishing and his soul close behind. The brutal commander shifted his eyes at Kenshi, who stood frozen at the scene. His disfigured mouth melted into a vile smirk, knowing that with just one more squeeze, he could end the lives of two men at once. But Havoc was caught off guard when a large set of fangs chomped on his shoulder. He roared in anguished and released Johnny.
It was Syzoth who had sunk his teeth into the enemy and dug in deeper as he was being tossed left and right. Havoc eventually tore the reptilian off his back and retreated with his surviving crew.
Johnny was carried to a private room in the palace, and Kenshi checked on him every hour until he woke up. Kenshi's hearing had enhanced significantly since losing his eyes, which was an advantage in fighting, but not when listening to a friend's rattled moans. That blabbermouth was the quietest he had ever been, but Kenshi would rather have his frivolous speeches over pitiful whimpers.
"I'm not a damsel in distress," Johnny said, "You're lame for thinking I'd go down that easily."
"What do you want then? Act like I don't care?"
"You could make love to me for starters."
"Johnny..."
"You went celibate right after that brawl. I could tell because I've tried getting your attention, and you pretend not to notice. I could've had my dick on your forehead, and you wouldn't even budge. You know how much it hurts to be rejected like that?"
Kenshi sighed. He recalled a memory when Johnny took the day off work, but all he seemed to do with his free time was roam about nude. At one point, the blond agreed to meditate with his roommate, but his way of meditating was forged in sin. His round buttocks would arch towards Kenshi while he did yoga stretches, moaning into the air. Nothing screams, "Fuck me!" more than that.
"It's nothing against you," Kenshi replied, "We just need to be serious until the war is over. There's no time for fun."
"No time for fun?!" Johnny's eyes blew open, like what he heard was the most asinine thing in his life, "Having fun reminds you of what you have to lose!" The stoic fighter turned his back on Johnny, simmering in the emotions he felt back in Outworld. His skin sprouted goosebumps and he begin to sweat. On the other end, Johnny continued rambling.
"You don't think I would've caught on? I lost one fight and suddenly you pretend you don't know me."
"You were going to die!" Kenshi snapped back around, "You were being strangled, and that's something I will prevent from happening again."
"So, you did notice. Syzoth told me he jumped in to protect me, but you were also there trying to help. I had some wicked fantasies when we got home, thinking about my sexy boy toys teaming up to save my life. But now, I wish you weren't there." It wasn't uncommon for Kenshi to be baffled at the things the Hollywood star would say, but this was just too much. "You think I'm going to die because I look weak. That's what this is all about."
Johnny was disappointed in Kenshi for underestimating him. For God's sake, the man survived Armageddon AND that stupid Hollywood reboot 'Armageddon: WW3' with the lead actor being so pompous that even Johnny couldn't stomach him- he couldn't decide which experience was more harrowing. Kenshi should know that he was resilient in body and mind.
"I never thought you were weak, far from it." Kenshi moved towards Johnny again, their bodies inches apart. "I didn't know how to save you. I froze. I can't count on myself to protect one of my most valued friends. That's my issue. I only want what's best, but you're too stupid to realize it!" Kenshi's hot breath coated Johnny's face. The duo faced one another silently, their breaths mingling in the air. Suddenly, the blond man let out a gleeful shudder.
"Johnny, I swear to God..."
"Yes, get angry with me Daddy!" A tent had formed in his shorts.
"How the hell are you hard right now?"
"I don't have a lot to work with nowadays," Johnny made a V-shaped arrow with his hands directing it at his cock, "Look at me! I'm starving here!"
"Don't you get it? We can't do that. We need to keep training."
"Strong words for someone who's also hard."
The swordsman did feel the blood rush, but hoped it was all in his imagination. Aside from their sparring match, this is the closest they've been in a long time.
"Dammit..."
