He had only been playing at mercy then, truly intending nothing for his origonal other than a pathetic existance as his favorite toy... but now he had to ask himself if he felt differently. He can still be a toy... he told himself. Yes! he answered. I will have lots of fun with this little kitty-kat. Without even thinking about it he picked the scar clean off the wound, and bent down to lick the blood into his mouth. Long held his position, not surprised or startled in the least.
"And you were calling me the kink?" he questioned in his usual incredulous tone of voice. "Now I see that this expression is quite true: takes one to know one, Shenlong."
"I am nooooot!" Shenlong whined, stopping just long enough to argue with his origonal before resuming his work. He reveled in the taste of the man's salty blood on his tongue, licking it thoroughly from his skin in much the same way a cat cleans it's fur. It was so delicious he couldn't seem to stop, even though he had something to say.
"I..... have always.......... enjoyed......... the taste of blood." He stopped for a moment to stare down at the wound, glistening with the wetness of the blood mixed with his own saliva. Almost as much as I enjoy the look of blood.
He remembered how the blood had poured from the wound, washing down over the man's collar bone and the top of his chest, defining every line of his muscular features with it's lovely red glint. The wound was only bleeding a little at the moment, a tiny little trickle fell down one side of Long's neck, but the wound could be forced back open a little more. Should I, or should I not? he wondered. Do I want to kill this man, or make love to him? He considered the question for only a moment before becoming frustrated. Why does he always cause me to question myself!?! He looked back up into Long's plain, brown eyes and smiled mischeiveously. "You are such a kink!"
"I'm not a kink, disrespectful little brat!" Long growled. His tone was playfull at first, but it grew serious as he continued. "I have been celibate far longer than you have even been alive!" He grabbed Shen's biceps, squeezing them in his grasp as he pushed Shenlong to the ground and nestled on top of him. "Do you have any idea what that does to a man!?!" Shenlong snickered at the lustfull glint in the other's eye, and let his head fall to the floor so he could better see the expression.
"He, heh... I could guess!" he gave the other a knowing wink. "So you're saying that you're horny then? You lust after me, don't you!?! Admit it!"
"And what if I do?" the other asked coolly, a strange golden color flashing across his eyes for a moment. He bent his head quickly to kiss the clone's lips, muffling any possible reply. Then he thrust his hips into the other's, moaning at the delicious feel of his warm body. He stuck his tongue into Shen's mouth, gently caressing and teasing, urging it to reply. Shenlong was completely shocked, still too stunned to move when Long began to thrust again. "Ugh..." a deep sensual groan escaped his throat, sounding like the roar of a tiger. The sound vibrated down through his mouth and into Shen's. It has been a long time... the elder of the two thought, sarcastically noting the use of the English word resembling his Chinese name. Too Long...
He sucked Shenlong's tongue into his mouth and then bit down into it, nearly biting the tip off. Shenlong cried in pain and struggled in his grasp, but Long locked his arms to his sides. Then he shifted his position to stradle the other's hips, still pinning him to the floor. His lips never left the others and he sucked again, the pouring blood surging into his mouth. He swallowed it greedilly, drinking it down as if it were any other beverage. Shen screamed into his captor's mouth and pried one of his hands free, slapping Long across the face hard enough to free himself. He wiped the blood from his lips and stared up at shock into two eyes glowing golden, like the eyes of some feral cat. Long delicately licked the blood off his lips, and then offered Shenlong an erotic smile.
"Mmmmm... Delicious Shen. We should do this more often, ne?"
"Who are you!?!" Shenlong demanded, staring up at the other in dis-belief.
"Ah yes..." his smoothe voice purred. "Allow me to introduce myself. I sometimes go by Assassin #318, but you shall call me Singh Long."
"And you think I'm fucked up." Shen muttered.
"Perhaps so..." Long toyed with the idea. "But even so 'tis no matter, for you are about to become even more fucked."
"Egh..." Shenlong moaned, spitting the other's taste out of his mouth. "That does it! I'm outta here!" He knew better than to try and shove the other off of him, so he wrapped his arms around his origonal and rolled over untill he was on top. Then he gave him a strong punch to the gut before jumping to his feet. He turned to run while the assassin laid passively on the ground watching, but then Long slyly reached one arm out to grab the other's ankle and trip him back to the floor.
"Going somewhere, my sweet?" he cooed. Shenlong growled in rage and morphed into a tiger, the power from the blast shaking Long's grip free and sending him rolling off to one side. In an instant the tiger was up and slashing at the man, but the assassin dodged with more than adept skills, the tiger didn't land a single blow. The grey beast roared again, swiping at the other in a mad frenzy of fury, trying desperately to maim what lay just beyond his reach. Finally Singh Long grew tired of the game and took the first chance that came his way to deliver a powerful elbow punch to the tiger, right above his heart. The snap of bones was heard as the tiger fell to the ground, clutching at his weakened chest.
The assassin finally stood up from the ground, standing over his weakened clone with a dignity and air that would put shame to the mightiest emperor. They grey tiger growled a little in his throat as the wound began to heal, but then he reverted back into his human form, unable to sustain it. He used his free arm to prop himself up a enough to glare at his origonal.
"My heart! Damn you! How did you know!?!"
"I happen to be quite perceptive." he replied vainly, straightening his glasses and brushing his bangs aside.
"I hate you!" Shen grumbled, still holding on to his painfull chest. "Ah!" he cried, falling back to the ground and clutching at the area even more. My one weakness... the pain twisted and turned through his chest like a sharp knife, stabbing into his heart and then digging and slicing. Exploited by that... thing! I should have killed you!
"Tsk, tsk, my dear, it is not nice to talk about people like that." Long scolded sarcastically, glancing down at his writhing victim. "When you say things like that it makes me so sad." He stuck one foot underneath the other's side and turned him over untill he was laying helplessly on his stomach.
"Ugh... no!" Shen grumbled. Thankfully the pain in his chest began to lessen slightly, but he was still vulnerable. "Damn it! What are you going to do to me!?!"
"Really now my darling, you don't have to be a clairvoyant to figure that out." Long pulled the knife out of Shen's pocket, while Shen screamed again, the pain exploding through his chest was so severe it was paralyzing. Meanwhile Long opened the knife and started cutting through Shenlong's pants and boxers in all the right places. He almost expected Shenlong to make some obnoxious comment, something to the effect of, 'You wouldn't have any experience with this sort of thing now, would you?' But that only could have happened if Shen was in a good enough condition to talk. Long finished cutting up the pants, and then ripped the whole back of it off, exposing Shen's naked cheeks. He was barely aware of it however, too preoccupied with the pain in his chest.
"Are you having a heart attack Shen?" Long inquired, getting up from his work in order to coldly gaze down at, and analyze, the face of his pained clone. "I was hoping this was just a passing thing, what awful timing." he folded the blade back up and tossed it into a nearby crate. "Try not to die for me, will you? It is so much less fun if you're all cold and hard rather than warm and soft."
"Fuck you!" Shen growled, raising one arm up to flip him the bird.
"I see you are feeling better already." Long replied, a nasty grin spreading over his face. "In that case I accept your offer." He started undoing the fastenings of his belt while Shen tried frantically to climb to his hands and knees. His head was still spinning from the pain, but although it was over it had still left him weakened. Long let his pants drop to his ankles, then he slammed Shen back to the ground, spreading his legs and kneeling down between them. He gently placed one hand on each cheek and massaged deeply into the tense muscles, parting them so tenderly that it almost felt like a loving gesture. "Ooooo, Sheeeeeenny..." his voice purred. "I think it is about time I made you my bitch, ne?"
Then he heard a sobbing sound from the mouth of his clone, and as turned to glance at him. He could not see much, except for Shenlong's eyes. They had lost all the red for some strange reason, all that was left was grey. A single tear dropped from one of Shen's cheeks to stain the floor, then something snapped inside Singh Long. His eyes closed and he shook violently for a moment, but when he opened his eyes back up again they were a deep, pure brown, deviod of even so much of a glint of the golden hue. He glanced around his surrondings confused.
"Wha....? Shenlong?" He looked down at himself and the man before him. "Ahhh!" He eyes widened with fear and he jumped to his feet. Then he pulled his pants back up, quickly fastening one button while ignoring his belt. He ran back to the crate, and bent down over it, grasping the sides for support. He then proceeded to lose the liquid content in his stomach. Shen watched curiously, the blood-red flowing back into his eyes. "Damnit!" Long coughed. "I told you, you should've killed me!"
"Oh, so you're back, eh?" his clone grumbled. He quickly wiped the remaining tears from his face and sighed as he finally pried himself from the floor. "You nearly killed me with that elbow to the chest, so I ought to kill you, ne?"
"Yes, yes." he sighed. "Prevent that demon from ever getting out again."
"Ugh." Shen moaned, rising from the ground. "Both a couple'a psychos! But I already told ya I can't kill ya... Think that I might kill him though."
"You cannot kill him." Long protested. "He is too powerful, too controlled. You could never catch him off guard long enough to..."
"Are ya callin' me a whimp!?!" Shen demanded, stomping over to his origonal and grabbing the front of his shirt, twisting him untill they were face to face.
"I am simply stating the obvious." the other replied humbly. Shen growled and let go of his shirt, leaning against the wall for support, one hand still holding his sore chest.
"I've got to figure out how to get rid of that murderous psycho one of these days." Shen muttered to himself. "It is hard to believe, but even I admit that he is worse than me."
"Yes... so you ought to just kill me. Kill me and you will kill him Shen." Long turned back towards his clone again. "You will never be rid of one of us unless you kill the both of us."
"At least I'm not the only schizophrenic." he muttered under his breath. "I can't stand your whining!" He slapped the other across the face.
"Ah!" Long cried, taken aback by the sudden assult.
"There, you've been punished." he stated. "So quit 'cher bitchin'!"
"Forgive me." the other pleaded solemnly. "I cannot control him."
"Eh... forget about it already." Shen repeated, walking over to re-fill the tea cup with water and stir a couple tea bags in. "You see that I am just fine now, ne? I am every bit as tough as I look. So put it behind you."
"Speaking of behind, I am reminded that he ruined your pants." Long stated. Shenlong turned to glance back at himself, he had almost completely forgotten it. Then he looked up at the Kenpo Master who was still staring at the area.
"So you like what you see there Longyyy?"
"I... uh..." he blushed deeply. Shen ignored him, finished preparing the tea, and poured it into two cups. He turned back towards Long and sat down in front of him, crosslegged on the floor.
"Brrrr!" Shenlong shivered at the cold touch of the floor against his bare skin. He set the cups down and walked over to the crate, pulling the black jacket out of the crate. Thankfully the earlier rejected contents of Long's stomach had missed it. He threw it across his rear, tying the arms at his waist, and tucked it underneath himself carefully before sitting down again. Long sat there sipping his tea, trying to pretend he hadn't been staring at Shen's ass all the while. "Better." Shen said, sipping on his cup.
"What I wouldn't do for a nice hot cup of Chai right now." Long sighed.
"Sorry, ain't got that." Shen replied. "You'll just have to make do, kinky boy."
"Would you stop calling me that!?!"
"Why? In either form it's true, you're one perverse little kitty-kat, kinky boy."
"Do not anger me Shen." Long growled. "You never know when he might come back."
"True." he agreed. "However I think I'm pretty safe at the moment." He finished off his tea and set the cup back down on the floor. He stretched his arms up to the sky, then stretching his back before falling back into a stooped posture. Long still sipped his tea, gazing curiously at Shenlong, almost as though expecting him to do something irrational. Shen smirked and got up off the floor. Why dissapoint him? He turned around on the spot and let the jacket drop back to the floor, then he kneeled down a bit and waved himself in the shocked Kenpo master's face.
"Ahhhhh!" Long screamed in shock, dropping his teacup which spilled all over the floor.
"Bwahahahahaha!" Shen laughed so hard he had to sit back down before he fell. "If only I coulda seen the look on your face! Mwahahahaha!"
"Shen...You... are... indescribably lewd."
"Ahahahah. Ah, come off it tight ass! You know you enjoyed it!"
"Ugh!" the other huffed, his face burning red. "I have no idea what you are reffering to!"
"Hahahahaha! This is one of my favorite reasons not to kill you!"
"Is that so? And what, prey tell, are the other reasons you have for sparing me?"
"Huh?" Shen muttered, snapped out of his bout of psychotic laughter. "Other reasons? I'm not even sure I know them all myself!"
"Give me an example." Long requested, picking his broken tea cup off the floor and using the jacket to mop up the spilt tea.
"Hey! Now what am I gonna use to cover my ass!?!"
"Terribly sorry." Long sincerely replied. His hands flew to the buttons over his neck, only to discover that he'd never re-done them since the time Shen had spiked his drink. So he pulled the shirt off his back and handed it to Shenlong.
"What's this for?"
"Covering your ass." he replied politely. "I feel I owe it to you after what he did to your pants." Shen snickered at his wording and looked it over for a minute, Then he shrugged and tucked it underneath his chilled bottom. Long tossed the jacket into the crate and set the broken tea cup to one side. Then the two stared at each other for a moment.
"Uh... so..." Shen mumbled, uncomfortable with the silence. "With a chest as good looking as that you oughtta go with the shirtless look more often." He winked at the astonished Kenpo Master provocatively. A slight blush returned to the man's cheeks.
"I have a feeling that I would be mistaken for you more often if I did."
"Kinda cold in here, ne?" Shenlong asked. "I think I'm gonna turn the air off." He got up from his seat, leaving Long's shirt on the floor.
The air isn't even on... He is provoking me on purpose! the elder realized, trying very hard to look away from the other's bare musculature. However he couldn't completely avert his gaze.
"There we go!" Shen said to himself before turning around and sitting back down in front of Long.
"Shenlong, are you attempting to seduce me?"
"Whatever gave ya that idea!?! I'm just not ashamed of my fine anatomy..." he glanced lustfully over at Long's care chest. "which I notice you have quite a bit of yourself."
"Ugh..." Long shook his head, flustered. "Vain enough to compliment your own looks I see? For you may as well be complementing your own reflection in the mirror as compliment me." Shen glanced about the mirrored room, curiously noting how similar the two looked ever at different angles. He brushed his open shirt off his arms and let it fall to the ground behind him, comparing their two bare chests. Long crossed his arms over his. "Let's cut the shit Shen." he purposed.
"Aw, but the shit is my favorite part of the game!"
"Do you want me or not?"
"Ooooo, so you think you're going to force me to tell you, do you?"
"All I ask is a simple 'yes or no' answer to my query."
"Your what!?!"
"The question Shen." Long grumbled, a glint of gold briefly flashing across his eyes. "You know what I meant well enough, now stop stalling!" Shen started at the flash and crawled backwards on his hands and feet, staring intently at the other's brown eyes. Long moaned in annoyance, closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Open them back up!" Shenlong demanded.
"There." Long obeyed, his deep brown eyes full of irritation. "You happy?" Shen sighed his relief. "Now to my question!"
"Yes... and no. I don't know myself, so I really can't tell ya, ne?"
"The exact type of answer I should have expected from you I suppose. However, you are begginning to frustrate me."
"How so? If it's sexually then you ought to have been frustrated a long time ago, being such a celibate and all..."
"And what of you, Shen?" Long critisized with a hint of sarcasm. "Charming the pants off of people is a fine occupation, ne?"
"Heh, it works well enough. Want a demonstration?"
"I think I'll pass. You would find very little in my wallet anyway."
"Don't be such a tight ass, how can you ever expect to have any fun that way?" Shenlong got back up from his seat on Long's shirt and turned his back towards the master again. "See, this is how it should be. Ain't I a beaut'?" he asked, trying to resist the ugre to wiggle it in front of him again.
"I always knew you were an ass Shen." he replied leaning foreward a bit and slapping him forcefully.
"Ooooo, and it seems you like this ass, eh kinky boy?"
"I only slapped it thinking you would sit back down... and I'm not a kink!"
"But it's so fu-uuuuun! Go on, spank me again! You know you wanna!"
"I don't think so, I've had quite enough of your ass."
"Alright then..." Shen smiled mischievisously and dropped what was left of his pants and turned to display himself to the blushing Kenpo Master. "How's that? You like it better?"
"I... uh..." he stared at it stupidly for several moments, unable to do anything else. Then his gaze drifted upwards, over his clone's handsomely defined abdominal muscles, chest, and then finally into the ruby-red eyes. "Not a bad specimen I suppose."
"You sound like one of the quacks from the lab." Shenlong grumbled. "That completely turns me off!" he collapsed back to a crosslegged sitting position on the shirt.
"Er... my apologies for that." Long offered. "I had meant to compliment you."
"Well... there is one thing you can do to make up for it..." he admitted, trailing off to tempt Long to ask him what it was.
"Certainly." the origonal replied. "What is it then?"
"You promise?"
"You have my word."
"Good. Take your pants off, and any underwear too. Then we'll be even."
"Are you in earnest?"
"No, but I could be in you..."
"Ugh, no! You know very well what I meant!"
"But you gave me your word, Longyyyy! Don't tell me you're going to go back on it now." Long mumbled angrilly under his breath, something about his foolishness for promising to do something without knowing what it was. He rose from the ground, his hands trembling as he undid the button, his belt still loose from before. He glanced up at the other nervously, blushing a bit, and then looked away as he left his pants drop to his ankles again. Unfortunately he looked right into one of the mirrored walls and was forced to watch Shenlong look him over anyway.
"Aw, don't be so shy." the clone storde up to his origonal and touched his face, turning it to look back into his eyes. "Think of it as a part of the little game we play... Except this time, we'll both enjoy it, ne?"
"All the effort of living such a painfull and tormented life..." he muttered sadly, turning his back to Shen. "wasted to end up as a pathetic, useless, toy for some cheep copy of myself." He looked to the ground, painfully aware of the fact that even though his back was turned Shen could look at him from almost any angle he desired through the mirrored walls. There was no end to the amount of irritation and embarassment it caused him. "And yet... you would not kill me. You would keep me here, you would even miss me. But for what reason, Shen? For lack of something more enjoyable to toy with? I am not a plaything."
"Bull shit!" Shen argued angrilly. "You know that's not the only reason I..." he stopped himself there, unable to finish the sentence. "I, well..." The two sides fought desperatedly inside him, one yearning to tell his origonal how he really felt, and the other wishing to deny it.
"Yes?" Long asked, turning back around to look him in the face.
"I kinda think you're... I mean... Yes! You are just a lovely little toy... No! Yes! No! Yes! GRRRR!" If you tell him that now he'll want to die again and then you'll lose your favorite little toy anyway! one side argued. But I can't admit to this, I don't like him, I want to kill him! People will think I've gone soft! I have a reputation! But I don't wanna kill him... I like him!
"Shen?" Long prompted, looking at him as though he were insane. "You are scaring me." Shenlong glanced back into the other's deep brown eyes again, and finally found his answer.
"I... kinda... like ya." he turned his face back towards the floor, unable to keep a furious blush from spreading over his face. Long closed the distance between them and took him in his arms, kissing his neck softly. "I didn't want to admit to it." Shen confessed. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
"Would ruin your reputation, ne?" Long asked, looking into his red eyes and softly stroking his cheek with his fingers hand.
"Yeah..."
"What are you going to do about it then?"
"Well... like I said, if you tell anyone then I'll kill you."
"But what are you going to do about your feelings for me Shen?"
"Uh, well... I don't know. I don't usually have feelings for people."
"I see that, but what I'm getting at is: are you going to act on those feelings?"
"Well there is something I wanna do..."
"Me?"
"You could say that."
"Shen?"
"Yes?"
"You talk too much."