#krilverusso

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Kreese braces himself as he passes by the nonfunctioning pool in his complex, taking the steps up to his second-level apartment as measured and purposeful as he can.

Because going up the stairs to his apartment means walking by his next door neighbor. There's no avoiding it.

And normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but his new neighbor's kid has taken to hanging out right in front of his door, leaning over the railing like there's anything in the courtyard worth looking at.

Kreese curses silently to himself as he pulls his keys out, steadfastly facing his door and not the half-naked twink behind him.

Just his luck that the kid and his mother moved in near the start of summer.

Summer means no school.

Summer means the boy has nothing better to do than pester Kreese in the least amount of clothes as possible.

And he is a boy.

Sixteen, the boy's mother had said.

Although, Kreese wasn't much older when his own mother had died and he'd had to find multiple meager jobs to pay his own bills. Not long after when a gun was placed in his hands to defend a nation.

Kreese is interrupted of his musings by an obscenely loud suck.

He turns to see the little cocktease smacking his lips around some melted ice cream. The boy then wraps those lips around a cherry while creamy vanilla drips down the cone in his hand, leaving gleaming trails along a slender wrist.

"Hey, John," the boy says. "Hope you don't mind the mess. I'll clean it up, I promise."

Kreese can tell there's a smirking playfulness in the kid's eyes, even behind the aviator sunglasses he's wearing.

"Hey, kid."

Kreese can feel his pulse race as his heart beats wildly. It's not going to happen again. It's not.

The last time was the last time.

He's stronger than this. He should have never touched the kid-- Daniel to begin with.

But the thing was, the thing was...

Kreese hadn't felt good once since he'd come home from 'Nam. There wasn't a whole lot in his life that had ever felt good.

"Your mom at work?"

----

Gasps and moans fill Kreese's small bedroom as Daniel rides him like he'll die if he doesn't.

His skin is still hot, sunkissed from being outside, and Kreese groans as he watches his cock disappear again and again into Daniel's body as the kid bounces with enthusiasm in his lap. Just like the first time.

"Fuck, fuck."

Kreese is forced to throw his head back against the mattress. It's so good, so tight that he has to keep himself from shouting out.

Wet slaps in rhythm with the squeak of well-worn bed springs.

Daniel loves it. Eyes squeezed shut as he chases the feeling of something deep inside him, building and sparking. He braces his hands against John's chest for leverage; if he can just get John a little deeper, a little harder...

An itch that needs scratching.

John's hands grip Daniel's hips tight enough to leave bruises but glide down, slick with sweat, to squeeze Daniel's ass.

Daniel cries out, breathy moans getting louder as his body clenches around the hard cock inside him. So close, so close...

"Ah-! God, yes- please-!"

Daniel comes almost painfully on a down thrust. Feels it all the way down to his toes.

Kreese follows a second later-- the sounds Daniel makes, along with his body sucking him in deep as he rides out the waves of his orgasm, too much for anyone.

They moan together as they come down from the high. Daniel's hole occasionally clenching in aftershocks that make them both shudder in pleasure.

Daniel collapses over Kreese and nuzzles in close under the older man's jaw, completely blissed out.

Daniel hums happily. "That was great! Why'd you make us wait so long?"

Kreese wraps a muscular arm around Daniel to pull him in close. His other hand running along his own face to fight off the post-coital fatigue. To fight off the disbelief of his situation.

"Three days is a long time to you?" Kreese grumbles tiredly. "Don't come crying to me when your mother suspects something. I'll deny everything."

Daniel's heard this lecture before. Several times. About stopping before getting caught. About how John is too old for him, too bad, too wrong for him, too male. Too, too, too. He grins.

"C'mon," Daniel coos, running his fingers over Kreese's chest. "She's too busy working to notice. And besides, I'll be cleaned up and in bed before she even gets home."

Kreese stops brooding long enough to finally look at Daniel, a small smile forming before he places a soft kiss against the boy's temple.

Daniel snuggles in closer and laughs as they wrap their arms around each other a little tighter.

"I should get going, actually," he sighs.

Kreese grumbles again, placing more kisses on Daniel's cheek. His lips.

"Can I get my sunglasses back?"

"Not a chance."

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Things continue on like this. Stolen moments whenever they have the opportunity.

John has the distinct feeling that if it were up to Daniel, with his teenage libido, they'd fuck no less than 10 times a day. But as it is, John is only one man, and he keeps the little punk at bay as much as he reasonably can.

He has to laugh at himself sometimes. He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up in Hell, let alone jail.

But since when has John's life ever been fair? And he's tired of denying himself something he wants.

Every day John grows a little bolder. A little angrier. It isn't fear holding him back. Fear doesn't exist.

It's that Daniel could be taken away from him. Separated. Just like--

And why shouldn't he have Daniel?

Who could possibly stop him?

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John lets out a guttural growl as he comes inside Daniel, hips rolling as he continues to pulse and twitch inside him.

He has the boy bent over at the waist, leaning over him as he's pressed against the wall. They didn't even make it to the bedroom this time, fucking in the hallway after having gotten their pants down.

John pulls out and blows out a breath. His chest feels like he's run a marathon.

They right their pants as Daniel tells Kreese he has to leave soon anyway. His mother had called to say she'd be home early, and who knows when that'll be.

Kreese walks him to the door and smirks as he watches Daniel move a little gingerly. It makes his dick twitch again, but only because he knows Daniel loves the feeling.

Daniel opens the door and spins back around in the threshold.

"Oh! Hey, so I was thinking--"

"Careful. Wouldn't want to hurt yourself."

"--Hah. What a comedian. No, I was going to say, why don't I come over later tonight? You know, when my ma is asleep?"

It's risky. Makes plausible deniability more difficult.

They'd have to be quiet.

Kreese stares into the kid's hopeful eyes. They were initially what had drawn Kreese to him.

That first day when the kid's mother had caught him on his way to work. Introduced themselves to him.

Kreese had looked at the boy, standing off to the side with a defiant pout. Really looked. He had a black eye and was all the more beautiful for it.

Even then, the kid had stood out. Something in those eyes that called to the deepest parts of John and said chase me, I dare you.

His mother had explained that her son was always getting into fights, and Kreese had felt a tiny twinge in his heart.

Memories of being knocked into lockers. Books shoved off his desk. Bruised knuckles and detention.

Now, Kreese looks into those beautiful brown eyes, with their own light as bright and burning as amber, and knows it was always inevitable.

"I'll leave the door unlocked."

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Kreese shoves Daniel down onto the bed, overwhelmed that they have all night.

He slicks up his cock with one hand while the other runs greedily over miles of smooth, golden skin.

Daniel spreads his legs in invitation, anticipating the first push of the older man inside him.

Kreese lines himself up with Daniel's glistening hole, soft and yielding as he slowly inches his cock into him.

Daniel sucks in a breath through his teeth. The initial stretch and burn always a little surprising, but always welcome.

John pushes and pulls slowly, rocking into the boy, letting the slick sounds of the gentle slide of his cock into that hole drive him even crazier.

Daniel's moaning quietly with every stroke, not that he thinks they'd really wake anyone up, but he knows they both have to reign it in a little, and for some reason that only adds to the little thrill up his spine. He lets out a shaky breath.

"Okay," he tells Kreese.

That's all the man needs to hear to start fucking him harder, picking up a steady and heavy pace.

Kreese spends long minutes in blissful pleasure, but suddenly it's not enough. He rises up on his knees and throws one of Daniel's legs over his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the supple thigh to pull the boy back onto every quickening thrust.

Daniel's huffing and gasping as Kreese starts pounding into him-- a man on a mission. All he can do is grasp weakly at Kreese's thighs, the sounds of the older man grunting and moaning going straight to Daniel's dick.

The orgasm catches Daniel by surprise. He had felt it cresting and just barely had enough time to wrap a hand around his bouncing dick before he was coming and sobbing.

Kreese chokes on a groan as he watches Daniel come over his hand, his own orgasm pulled from him quite literally. He leans over the boy with taut arms, stilling his hips to savor every pulse of his seed into the warm body beneath him.

Daniel's practically useless afterwards, halfway to sleep as Kreese grabs a cum rag and cleans them both up. He collapses on the bed next to Daniel, pulling him into an easy embrace.

After a minute, Kreese gets up again. He sets his alarm for 5am. That should be early enough for Daniel to sneak back into his own apartment.

Kreese frowns at the thought. But for now, he'll let the kid sleep.

----

It's one Saturday that finds Kreese milling around his apartment, waiting for his best friend to show up.

They have plans to look at potential locations for their own karate dojo. A shared dream that went from the enthused talk of young soldiers trying to pass the time to an actual, legitimate possibility.

John smiles as he hears the stomping footfalls of someone running up the concrete stairs. That must be Terry.

He grabs his wallet and keys but pauses when he hears voices outside his door.

One of them is definitely the smooth rumble of Terry's, but the other sounds an awful lot like Daniel's.

They're laughing together.

Something inside Kreese clenches as he flings the door open a little harder than intended.

Terry and Daniel turn to Kreese in surprise.

For some reason what's even worse, is Daniel dressed in nothing but a pair of red gym shorts. Kreese can feel his blood boil inexplicably.

"What do you want?" He snarls before he can stop himself.

Daniel's eyes widen like a deer in headlights before his brow furrows, eyes burning with bright fury.

"Nothin'," he snaps back. "I was on my way out."

Daniel makes a show of walking towards the staircase and Kreese can't help himself.

"Your mother let you walk around like that?"

Daniel sticks his tongue out and lifts one side of his shorts, revealing the black strap of a jockstrap framed around one round butt cheek. He's gone before John can say anything else.

"Jesus," Terry says with feeling.

Kreese has half a mind to run down the stairs after Daniel and beat the shit out of him.

He clutches the keys in his hand until it hurts.

"Let's go," he commands instead.

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Daniel doesn't speak to him for one long miserable week.

None of the dojo locations had worked out either.

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Daniel forgives John even if he never did apologize. He tells himself he gets it.

John is kind of like a caveman that way. Jealous and possessive.

It's only because he cares, Daniel reasons.

But he has to explain to John that California summers are ungodly hot. And he only has the one pair of shorts.

His friend was nice, though.

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John gets a dizzying sense of deja vú as he and Terry shoot the shit in front of his apartment, ready for another day of dojo hunting.

There's a building for lease that looks especially promising, Terry says.

Daniel steps out of his apartment and waves at them as he passes.

At least he's wearing actual clothes this time; a black tshirt cut into a tank top and a pair of denim shorts cut from an old pair of jeans.

The kid could be a little less generous with the scissors, if he'd bother to ask John's opinion.

It's only a minute later when Daniel is bounding up the stairs again, stopping abruptly in front of the two older men.

"Hey, hi, do you guys have a dollar?" he asks excited and breathless with all the youthfulness of his age.

Terry makes a show of patting his pockets.

"Sorry, I'm all out," he says before leaning down towards Daniel conspiratorially. "You want a cigarette?"

Daniel laughs in surprise, absolutely delighted.

"No, no," Daniel honest to God giggles. "My friends and I wanna go see a movie, but I only have enough for the bus. I was hoping I could borrow a dollar? I promise I'll pay it back!"

Kreese is pulling out his wallet and shoving a five into Daniel's hand before Terry can say anything.

"Keep it," he smiles.

Maybe the kid can really treat himself and get some popcorn or something.

Daniel smiles back a little moony-eyed. Clearly wanting to say something he can't in front of John's friend. He moves back towards the stairs a little dazed.

"Hey, thanks. Really. I appreciate it." He bounds back down to the small group of neighborhood kids waiting for him. "See you around!"

Kreese watches them until Daniel disappears around the corner with the other kids.

He doesn't want to look at Terry, who undoubtedly will be looking back at him with every judgement in the world.

Instead, Kreese is surprised to see that Terry is turned away from him, still looking after where Daniel had gone too.

"Hm," Terry muses to himself before swiveling back towards Kreese. "Cute kid."

Kreese says nothing.

"Have you asked him about joining Cobra Kai?" Terry asks.

Kreese blinks.

"I- I hadn't thought about it."

He really hadn't. Daniel? In their world of warriors and battlegrounds? It never crossed his mind.

John catches himself, scoffs. "That skinny punk? He isn't exactly Cobra Kai material."

Terry's staring at him with a hard expression.

Crystal-eyes cold and calculating.

Hateful.

But just like that, the strange spell is broken, and Terry himself breaks out into one of his signature grins.

Even if it doesn't quite reach his burning eyes.

"Well, you have to start somewhere, right? C'mon," he claps John on the shoulder. "Let's get going. We can get some drinks after. My treat."

John stands a little frozen as Terry swaggers down the stairs.

There's ice and dread creeping up his veins. Something John hasn't felt since Vietnam.

Because Terry's never looked at him like that before.

I know girls that would kill for legs like that.

Talk about striking first! His looks combined with his attitude are absolutely devastating. And luckily for us, canon has shown that he can be flirty and confident or shy and oblivious, depending on who he's with.

John and Terry are especially obsessed.

He's so submissive and doe-eyed around them. Yet snarky and defiant enough that it makes them grin and drives their instinctual need to dominate wild.

Imagine a 90's au where one or both happen to see Daniel walking down a sidewalk one summer in all his golden-skin glory. Only a Green Beret could do the appropriate amount of retcon without being obvious. Putting other men who dare look at Danny boy in sleeper holds while Daniel whistles innocently down the street.

Terry would probably get caught tbh.

"Local Billionaire walked into a wall because of flexible, long-legged twink. More at 11!"

Kreese would probably do something like pull a bedsheet out of nowhere and wrap Daniel in it to cover up his immodesty. What were you thinking going out dressed like that?! D8<

But yes - it's also canon that Daniel will bend himself over the hood of a car or a bar to order a drink and stick his ass out like a hot girl in a miniskirt.

The men in his life can only resist for so long before grabbing those hips and kicking those legs apart.

So, Daniel is the Italian mob, Terry the Irish, and what is Kreese? Russian? Google says the surname has Slovenian and German roots.

John and Terry can't stand each other at all, but they make do because otherwise Daniel gets very upset with them, and when Daniel LaRusso wants to be a nightmare he can be.

At first, John decides to kidnap Daniel because mercy is for the weak, and that kid is making Terry soft, he's trying to help Terry, really. He was trying to make a point, there was no space for sweethearts in their business.

Then when Kreese got Daniel back to one of his safe houses, put a few of his guys on him, locked the two of them in a room, and asked Daniel point blank

"What is your intention with Terry?"

"Why are you so worried about him? He's a big boy he can take care of himself."

And doesn't John know it. Once Twig started putting on some muscle the kid had become a brick wall, but for as strong as he was physically, he was still a tender heart.

"I tell you what Kreese, I've had worse dates. I appreciate a man who shows initiative. I'll tell Terry you send your love. Maybe next time you'll send it yourself?"

Then Daniel beats him at a bunch of card games, and they split a six-pack. Eventually, Daniel starts complaining about how if all the big strong manly men wanted to make believe that he was their fair princess hidden away in some tower they could at least spring for cable because he's missing the hockey game! What sort of operation were they running?

It turns out Daniel, as much as he's a brat, actually has a decent head on his shoulders.

He's also capable of wrapping big tough men around his pinky and John is starting to become begrudgingly fond of the kid. Whether he wants to admit it or not he can understand why Terry is so gone for him.

He's as spunky as he is slight, he's got decent taste in sports teams, and he's really darn pretty. He can actually hold a conversation, unlike a lot of the pretty faces John saw pass through their ranks on the arms of their men. His face is all pouty pink lips and deep brown eyes. He's got the sort of face you'd see in old Italian paintings of martyrs and angels.

"So has Twig got you claimed yet?"

"No one has claimed me because I'm not something you can trade for enough tickets at ringtoss."

Daniel lounges on his hands, putting them behind him on the bed as he studies John's face. It's like he thinks he can see right through his skull. John doesn't like it.

"You know what'll really make him jealous? What if you, his best buddies, showed up to see him next time with a big ole love bite on ya? Show him what he's missing out on."

And John is shocked sideways. Where does this kid get off making assumptions? John starts to see another reason why the kid is good for Terry- they're both too smart for their own good. Or at least they thought they were. And they were smug as shit.

"Don't talk about what you don't understand baby boy."

Daniel chews his lip. The picture of false innocence.

"I wasn't talking about anything Johnny. I think you misunderstood."

A few hours later Terry comes storming in. Their groups aren't officially at odds yet out of respect for their shared past so none of his guys are dead, but he knows a few are going to need the hospital.

"What did you do with him John?!"

When Terry gets to the special saferoom of John's warehouse Daniel is nowhere to be seen.

"Relax, I haven't hurt a hair on his precious head. I just needed him out of the way. He's a very convenient bargaining chip. "

"You absolute psychopath, I know you're hurting from Betsy but you can't do things like this Johnny! Daniel's an innocent."

John smirks.

"Oh, he's far from innocent."

Terry ignores him.

"He's not made for the front lines. He's as smart as a whip but he was born into this. He's not one for violence. He's got nothing to do with our problems, Johnny. That's you. You decided to start this. "

Daniel breaks up the argument by appearing magically, out of the camouflaged built-in door that the room had to hide a bathroom. IF Terry were a bit calmer, if he hadn't come at John immediately, he would've noticed the near-invisible seam in the wall.

He's wearing only one large T-shirt, clearly borrowed. His legs are bare underneath and immediately Terry assumes the worst.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks frantically, running his hands gently up and down the body of his petite boyfriend, thankfully, seemingly unscathed.

"I'm fine Terry."

Once his heart rate has slowed down Terry looks between the to of them. It's one of John's shirts. He's wearing only his white undershirt. Suddenly he's torn. his soul is shattering into pieces all around him and it's reflecting the two most important people in his life. he never would've expected this. Not Danny.

Terry is just about to turn and actually, literally strangle John to death when Daniel steps in his way.

"It's not what it looks like Terry! Don't worry. I love you, you're mine and you know that. And I'm yours." Daniel stands up on his very tiptoes to pull Terry into a slow kiss. "I just wanted to run a few ideas by you. I even convinced Johnny."

John harrumphs from his seat in the chair. He can't remember actually agreeing to anything. All he knew was that one moment John was a level-headed man, and the next he had a lithe, leggy boy crawling all over him. Things just sort of happened after that. The drinks had gotten spilled in the excitement.

Daniel sees Terry's mind freeze in place, and well-

Three months later Daniel's got two boyfriends.

Terry and John would never work. They weren't made to fit the way other people did. They were both too loud, too brash, too --

Too.

If it were the two of them, they would be starting fires left and right.

But Daniel was the stabilizing agent the two of them needed, the buffer to smooth their rough edges and keep them from sparking off one another.

Daniel was a lot of work. He had standards. He wanted to be treated right. Nice. He wanted filthy, toe-curling sex, and he wanted it on his terms. He wanted some muscle at his side for his own safekeeping.

He wanted his boyfriends to get along. Preferably with this Pa as well. And Daniel had a tendency to get what he wanted.

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