#fulao

Fujin watched with unnerving intensity as he watched Kung Lao and Liu Kang spar, the sand spraying into the air as they fought. The Wind God appreciated how Kung Lao’s muscles were on full display, glistening underneath a thin sheet of sweat. He didn’t appreciate it however when Liu Kang sweeped Kung Lao’s legs, causing the hat wielder to fall on his back, and sat down on Kung Lao’s lap and restrained his arms.

Fujin clenched his fist around the handle of his sword as the monk squirmed, trying to buck Liu Kang off his hips, but eventually he sighed and stopped struggling, and Liu Kang flashed the hat wielder an amused smirk.

“Geez, I yield.” Kung Lao groaned, his hands still restrained by Liu Kang’s. The fire wielder just laughed but stayed on his lap.

“I told you I would win.” Liu Kang boasted, and yet he still refused to get off of Kung Lao’s lap. Fujin felt the last threads of his patience snap, and he stalked through the fight pit and stood over the two. Kung Lao’s eyes immediately brightened, and he wiggled happily underneath Liu Kang’s hips.

The fire wielder quickly got off the other monk, and Kung Lao got up and threw himself onto Fujin, not really caring that he got sand all over the other’s robes. Fujin smiled, cradling the back of the monk’s head and bringing him in for a kiss.

Kung Lao sighed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering close, but Fujin kept his eyes open, glaring at Liu Kang who at least had the respect to look embarrassed. Eventually, the two separated, and Kung Lao hooked their arms together to take a walk around the compound to catch up, excited that his lover had come back after so long. The monk babbled on about something he and Liu Kang had discovered the other day, and Fujin scowled as Kung Lao kept on talking about the fire wielder. When they had passed by the sleeping quarters, Fujin took the lead and pushed them into Kung Lao’s room, surprising the other with his boldness.

“Fujin-” Kung Lao started but was cut off as the Wind God pushed their lips together roughly, tongue pushing at the monk’s lips. Kung Lao eagerly opened his mouth open, and they both groaned into the kiss. Kung Lao pushed Fujin against the wall, slotting one of his thick thighs between Fujin’s legs, and clutching tightly onto the Wind God. They kissed each other for a few minutes, fingers tangling into each other’s hair: Fujin tugged on Kung Lao’s short hair while Kung Lao tugged at the base of Fujin’s braid. They finally broke apart, a spit string connecting them and blushes darkening their skin.

“What spurred this on?” Kung Lao asked, and Fujin rested his head onto the monk’s shoulder, a little embarrassed to say the real reason he had brought Kung Lao into his bedroom.

“Oh, come one, you weren’t so shy a moment ago.” Kung Lao teased.

Fujin mumbled, “I wanted you to stop talking about Liu Kang.”

The monk raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he let out a deep laugh after a second. Fujin pursed his lips and kept his head buried in Kung Lao’s shoulder.

“I see now. You were jealous.” Kung Lao stated, and Fujin could tell he had on a shit-eating grin. “You have nothing to worry about, Fujin. He is like a brother to me. I have chosen you to be my partner, remember?”

Fujin nodded meekly against Kung Lao’s shoulder, and the monk tugged on the Wind God’s braid to force them to make eye contact.

“Words?” Kung Lao had a smug smirk on his face as Fujin grew more red.