Author's Note: There are scenes of graphic male/male sexual scenes in this fic so consider yourself warned. Copyright ©July 30, 1999 by Silver Rayne™

Author’s Dedication: This story, of two characters that I oddly decided to pair up, is dedicated to my good friend, Massive Destruction. She has been very kind and generous to me regarding her wonderfully drawn artwork. Not only has she brought my two favorite characters (Ryu and Ken) to life visually; but she has also inspired some of my more graphic drawings as well. This has been written to thank her for her hard work, honest and helpful advice, as well as for being a very good friend.

A Chilling Encounter
By: Silver Rayne

Just a few hours ago, the neighboring army base had gone haywire over their leave of absence. It was to be a long weekend, counting Monday as a holiday tacked on after Sunday. These fine, strong men would no doubt be partying and getting drunk or visiting with their families. There would be plenty of time to prepare for ski trips, tobogganing or…skating.

That was just what Sergeant Guile had in mind, not particularly the skating but the unoccupied rink on the outskirts of the city. Not many people were expected to be there just yet since it was still to be determined whether it would be cold enough to freeze water. Only then would anyone have the courage to push out onto the ice to test it for themselves. In every group of people, there had to be a leader to make the first move, to take that first step. Lately, nobody seemed to have the guts or potential to stand out from the crowd. But Guile was just that type of person, he saw no good reason why he should stay home on a Friday night or get wasted in a local bar.

Just ahead, to one side of the road, a large gravel parking lot opened up to allow Guile’s jeep access. He swung over to the right hand side, skidding on slippery pebbles but kept going. A little snowstorm had never prevented him from accomplishing things in the past. If he wanted to be reckless and fishtail his vehicle into a thawed lake, who was going to stop him?

“I have it all to myself,” he chuckled thoughtfully. Throwing the jeep into park, he rummaged in the back seat for a pair of archaic leather skates, completely black but marked up with scratches. This would alleviate some of the stress he had been encountering at work lately. So much training but nothing to let loose on.

Making his way through some pine and poplar trees, Guile came into direct view with the lake. It was completely frozen and…some punk had already taken it upon himself to begin gliding around it in circles.

“Son of a bitch!” Guile dropped his skates and scrunched his eyebrows up into twin bushes. He hated to lose his privacy to intruders and considered this to be his own quiet time. The nerve of someone else to be thinking like him. One sole man on the entire lake and the night was ruined.

“I’m afraid you’re too late, my friend.” The lithe, yet powerful, man twirled around in a triple loop in front of Guile’s face. He taunted him, obviously enjoying himself. The wind blowing through his hair, the snowflakes melting on his shoulders.

“Like hell I am. This isn’t your rink. If I came here to skate then that is what I’m going to do.” Guile yanked on his skates and joined the man along the edge of the lake.

The man grinned as if he had just been challenged to a competition and sprinted over the stretch of ice. He danced across it like he was flying through air, hopping upwards, performing cheap tricks as he went. “Is something the matter, old man? Am I too fast for you?”

Guile glared at the sneaky bastard and increased his pace. He chased after the man’s heels, desperately attempting to catch up. Up went the springy man, his long braid bouncing off of his shoulders as he went. Unable to help himself, Guile noticed that this man was wearing tights. Not athletic wear either, pure cotton leggings with purple stripes going down either side. And the way they clung to those muscular legs…not to mention his tight ass. *I’m not in the bunks…have to get a hold of myself.* He shook his head and growled.

“Screw off, punk! I didn’t come here to race you.”

Thin cat eyes narrowed, a sharp hissing sound escaped the man’s mouth. He tensed, entire body appearing to be that of a serpent’s. And what a handsome snake he would make. Fine features, nose perfectly straight, soft thin lips and a personality that spoke of great confidence.

“Pity. I would have appreciated the company. But…if you’re too tired, I will understand.”

*Tired? I’ll show that whelp the meaning of the word.* Abruptly pulling in front of this young upstart, Guile stared into his green, shining eyes. They seemed to glow under the moonlight and suddenly, his appetite began to wane. He no longer considered having dinner after this. There was only one thing on his mind and it included getting this fiend out of those leggings.

“You’re on, punk! Last one to make it back here pays for drinks.”

“The name is Vega, soldier man. And that is hardly a wager at all. You might as well ask for an hour in the playground.” Vega smiled coyly, studying the heavily muscled build of Guile’s frame as well as the growing stress inside of his pants. “You are a soldier, right? Don’t the big men play with the big guns?”

Guile laughed, actually doubled over with the thought of it. This night was too good to be true. “You’re quite the character, Vega. I’ll tell you what, whoever wins gets to name their price. Fair?”

“Very.”

“On the count of three. One…two…THREE!!!”

Both skaters shot out over the rink, slashing the ice with their sharpened blades, cold air billowing in their lungs. Neither let up for a second, increasing their speed as they reached the first curve. Guile took the outside while Vega preferred the inside, still locked in equal strides.

*I’m going to win…and then…I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.* Guile grit his teeth together and pushed himself into the next corner, fire burning in his calves and in the pit of his stomach. This match was actually erotic for him because he suspected Vega to be a man of his word. An honorable horny bastard that probably wanted this just as much as Guile wanted to give it to him. It had been too long since the last time anyone interesting had shared his bed. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

*Poor army man.* Inwardly, Vega was incredibly amused that this man would try so hard to get in his pants. He was hardly surprised to say the least, seeing as how many men and women would kill to sleep with him. Who could possibly be worthy of such a beautiful face? And to give himself away to a one night stand? *Never in a million years, army man.* So, smiling even wider, he continued on, gaining by several feet until he was in the lead. *Hmm… whatever shall I demand of this poor creature? Money is of no importance to me. I have fame and recognition…wouldn’t want to be seen eating at the same table with him. The queen herself is hardly near my standards.*

“Tough luck!” In a burst of energy and speed, Guile rocketed past Vega to launch himself onto the snowy ground at the end of their circle. While pretty boy had been daydreaming and gloating to himself, this army man had decided to use it to his advantage.

“Incredible.” For some odd reason, this display of achievement impressed Vega. It was so rare to meet someone capable of mirroring his own abilities. But for this man to actually defeat him, his blood felt elated at such a new concept. He had been beaten.

Waiting for Vega to leave the ice took a tremendous show of patience and tolerance. The man kept twirling around like a ballerina, mulling over his loss.

“We had a deal,” he reminded Vega.

“Yes. We did.” Finally, with one last movement, Vega had leaped off of the ice and bent down to loosen the laces on his skates. A thick arm drew him back up by his waist, holding him in a very tight grip. “You didn’t tell me what you wanted.” He played ignorant for a few more seconds until an unidentifiable hardness rubbed against his spine.

“I want you. I won and now I’m going to claim my prize.” Guile spoke lowly, moving his free hand up and down Vega’s left arm, daring him to retaliate. His battle experience might come in handy if this lethal beauty were to begin squirming. Something about Vega spoke of mystery and terrifying danger. But that was what attracted him, this volatile side that remained hidden beneath the chalky white face and luminescent jade pupils.

A hint of amusement answered Guile’s silent promise of taking him one way or the other. “Wouldn’t you get into an enormous amount of trouble if I were to report you? Molesting and manhandling one of the citizens you’ve sworn to protect. Is this how the army treats their people?” Not one word was uttered without acidic mockery. He couldn’t care less how this man went about subduing him. There were countless positions conjured up in his mind that he wanted to practice with his opponent. After all, he was a man of his word.

“No, just me. I’ve done enough for my country already. I deserve some compensation.” His tongue trailed up Vega’s neck, to his ear where he whispered into it. “Maybe you can think of something to appease my suffering.”

“I can think of several things.” And he reached back to casually stroke the hardness that was now grinding into his lower back. “Can’t you?” He found a grip on Guile, through the thick pants and used the slightest pressure to make that tough voice turn to butter in his ear. “Surely you didn’t expect me to be some innocent idiot to fool with.”

“I’m beginning to see that there is more to you than meets the eye.” Guile turned Vega around, grasped him by his braid and seized it to kiss him. Pushing his lips roughly against the ones that obliged a little too eagerly. He ravaged his prize momentarily, bruising both of their mouths in the process. Games of domination and conquering were no strangers to him. “Come on.” He ended the kiss, leering at how Vega had nowhere to run and hide. *But, what is he thinking about? Those damn eyes are enough to hypnotize me.*

“Come on and what?”

“Get in my jeep, I have an apartment just west of here. It’ll only take a couple of minutes to get to.”

“You disappoint me, army man. First you stake your claim on me and now you turn into a coward by suggesting we move somewhere more…comfortable?”

“I didn’t mean.. Quit calling me ‘army man’ The name is Guile.”

“Guile. You challenged me in this arena and this is where I shall allow you your reward. You may not alter the terms of our agreement.”

“But we’ll both freeze our asses off, never mind what other parts of my anatomy don’t deal well with low temperatures.”

Vega grinned. “I assure you that the snow will be but a faint impression once you’ve warmed up to me.”

“Well at least you aren’t picky about it.” Guile returned to kissing Vega while one of his hands slid into those tight leggings which had been annoying him earlier. He was a bit shocked to find that his lover was not wearing underwear. It only made it incredibly easy to run one of his big fingers along Vega’s shaft. Stroking it gently at first, hearing his lover give a short grunt of approval. “Is that all you can do?”

“Hmm?” The green eyes rolled up to glance at Guile, truly baffled at why the bigger man was suddenly all bent out of shape.

“What do you expect me to do out here?”

A sigh. “Anything you want, I suppose.” He sounded bored now, as if his attention span had reached its limit.

“If you want to be like that, don’t forget that you asked for it.” Guile pulled the tight cotton down to Vega’s hips, having to use both hands to get the material off. He smirked evilly when Vega gasped at the sudden decrease in warmth around his thighs. Before Vega could register that his body was shivering, a warm sheathe of flesh surrounded his cock. Stroking lightly at first, then faster and harder to get the blood flowing. Guile kept at it, noticing that his lover was now actively participating by moving his hips in time with Guile’s hand.

“Tell me, Guile, do you usually do this on a Friday night?”

“I intend to be doing it a lot more in the future.” He began to lead Vega deeper into the underbrush of ice tipped trees before he unzipped his own pants.

“Really? That would imply that you expect me to accommodate you on more than one occasion. Do you think that highly of your talents?”

“Don’t you ever stop talking? You talk about me when you’re a damn conceited, egotistical yet very good looking acrobat.”

“True. I am all that and much more,” he admitted.

Guile drew his hand over the curving angles of Vega’s buttocks, tracing his way back up the man’s spine. With each touch, he watched his lover’s expression but nothing was revealed. No hint of emotion. Vega resembled a frigid porcelain doll, pretty to look at but practically empty inside. He began to wonder what had ever been done to this beauty to break his spirit so badly. Probably an awful childhood. Not like Guile could pretend to be a shrink to justifiably analyze his temporary partner.

The next time Guile kissed Vega, he took his time in exploring the mouth offered to him, delighting in the exquisite sweetness that was so foreign. It was so rare to find a unique lover that was original in every way. He was sick and tired of polite women or tramps, whorish men that went on and on about their great feats. Vega was more of an entertaining character, not to be judged solely by what left his mouth. He could pretend to be a high and mighty man with too much in his head and mean it but it couldn’t cover up the mystery beneath. When Vega bragged about himself it was with style and to grab attention, not to become utterly obsessed with his own image. He didn’t realize that none of it was necessary with a face and body like that.

“So tell me, what were you doing out there all by yourself?” Guile nodded towards the rink, increasing his ministrations on the lower half of Vega’s body.

“It is none of your concern.”

“But I asked.”

“And I am under no obligation to answer. Let’s get one thing clear, Guile. I am not here to become your house pet or conversational buddy. This is purely about sex which we are both in dire need of. After it’s gone, so am I.”

Swearing loudly, Guile acknowledged that he understood. “Cold as ice,” he muttered.

“And twice as lovely,” Vega added.

Guile couldn’t help but laugh despite the bitterness he felt over the brief contact they were about to have. “Doesn’t your sense of modesty block out any of your self promoting chatter?”

“I have no need for modesty.” He rocked his hips more gradually in rhythm with Guile’s hand, eyelids drooping into pleased slits. “Take me as I am but do not attempt to change who I am. Others have tried…they were not so fortunate to escape my wrath.”

Pressing himself tighter to Vega, one hand between them, still fisting the hot and firmly pulsing flesh in his hand, Guile’s expression took on a more serious tone. “So, you have a dark side as well.”

Looking up at the stony blue eyes above him, he actually witnessed something very familiar in those depths. “We both do what we must to survive.” Vega removed Guile’s belt, not wanting to touch him anymore than was necessary. He needed to get through this scenario as quickly and as painlessly as possible. His rule of sex was no emotional attachment, never care about anyone and therefore don’t let them care about you. It had always worked, up until now.

“I guess.”

“I’m ready.”

Just like that. The moment they started to have any form of discussion, this stranger decided to rush things along. Guile didn’t want Vega to have any second thoughts so he lifted him into his arms, bracing himself. The flexible man spread his legs widely, anticipating what Guile was about to do.

“Do you have anything?”

“No. Do you?”

Guile kept Vega clinging to him with one arm while searching his pockets with the other hand. He found a condom and gingerly tore into it, being very cautious while putting it on. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any lubricant.”

“It wouldn’t be my first time without it.” Vega smiled, an entirely genuine act and beckoned Guile to get it over with.

At first, Guile penetrated Vega very slowly, trying to be gentle until it became evident that it was not how the man wanted it. He didn't want to remember their lovemaking as anything other than sex. He preferred it if Guile would just force into him, make it a memorable rape more than any act of love. That would make it so much more simple than to ponder over the implications of being attracted to an army man.

“Get it over with,” Vega encouraged, wincing as he anticipated the agony he would soon be wracked with.

“No.” Guile did the exact opposite, inching his way inside of Vega, taking his time. He could now hear his partner moaning, clenching his thighs tighter to Guile’s waist to steady himself. Guile kept at it, thrusting into the tightness that closed in on him, the sensations ranging from erotic to near ecstasy. Yet he prolonged it as long as he could, using all of his control to drag out the act. His lover was now arching his back, crying out for him to go faster, harder, deeper. Guile still took his time, not wanting to damage his beautiful lover.

“Curse you, Guile! You sicken me with your consideration and pathetic emotions.” Vega scorned him, nearly struck out at him for his weakness.

But nothing came of it because they were soon kissing again, more passionately than the last time. And Vega was more than a willing partner as he pushed down onto Guile, gasping and panting. He felt as if he were about to burst, these sensations far more intense than any he had ever experienced. Just when he thought he could take it no more, the sound of his lover yelling triumphantly caused him to lose it. His erection was very painful, being squished between them, the friction of their movements stimulating him. Vega came, not really caring that he had just ruined Guile’s jacket. His lover released his seed at about the same time, quickly withdrawing to discard the used condom. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Vega’s limbs became slack around Guile. He relaxed a little, lowering his legs to stand on his own feet. ging Vega to him.

“Why not? I already told you, this was only a one night stand.” He tugged at his leggings, trying to get them back up to his waist. Maybe they should have gone to that apartment because various parts of his anatomy were now an unhealthy shade of blue.

Guile reached out for Vega and pulled him back, caressing the side of his face with two fingers. “I’m not like all those others.”

“You want to start a relationship?”

“Without any commitments if you’re worried about that.”

A cynical mask made Vega’s features harsh under the glow of the moon. “And why do you feel compelled to start a relationship with me? Is it from guilt that you would fuck a man you hardly know? Or are you superficially placing so much weight on my appearance alone? I’ve met plenty of men like you, only interested in a pretty face. Once you’ve had your fill, it’s onto the next helpless victim. I am far from helpless, Guile. Save me your pity and go back to your fellow beer drinkers. After a couple of shots, you’ll forget you ever met me.”

“That isn’t true!” Guile grabbed Vega by his arm to keep him still while he helped the man with his leggings. “I’ve been with lots of good looking guys and women, none of them were ever like you. It’s more than what you look like. It’s the way you move, talk and just that untold side of you that screams for me to back off. I’m not going to. Come back to my apartment with me.”

“You like danger?”

“I love it. And I’m more than willing to put up with it if you will at least hear me out.”

“Just like that. You invite a total stranger into your home.” Vega was amazed that he had drove this man to desiring him so possessively.

“What do you have to lose?”

“Plenty.”

“It goes both ways.”

*This actually might be something to consider. He seems genuinely concerned for my welfare. But why?* This sort of interest was new to Vega, to see that someone wanted him for reasons other than sex. “What type of arrangement do you propose?”

That question got Guile’s hopes up. “A friendly one to begin with. If I walk away from here, not knowing what we could have had, it will kill me. I just have this gut feeling that you’re something special, more than your ego is letting on.”

Vega was startled to hear that. Very few people could put up with his gloating and self righteous attitude. But to be called ‘special’, it made him feel all watery inside. Like he was going to sink into the ground, if he didn’t freeze first.

“While you’re thinking about it, we’re both going to catch pneumonia.” Guile zipped up his pants and removed his jacket, brushing off the remains of Vega’s passion. He wrapped it around the man’s shoulders and waited.

“I might just live to regret this, Guile. But what you propose is far too interesting to pass up.” Vega pulled the jacket closer and smiled.

“So you’re coming with me? That’s…great!!” He began to move over to his jeep when he noticed that Vega was not following him. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to get something.”

By some bushes next to the lake, Vega knelt down with Guile intently watching him. He didn’t want Vega to disappear while his back was turned. When the man resurfaced with a white face mask and clawed arm weapon, Guile’s head began to turn in violent motions. Just what had he gotten himself into?

“What the hell do you need those for?”

“Everyone has their secrets. You’ll have every opportunity to find out mine if you prove to be the man you say you are.” Off he walked, seductively curling up against Guile’s shoulder in the front of the jeep. “Now, why don’t you show me your dark side,” he taunted, promising a reward once they reached the apartment if Guile satisfied him.

“My pleasure.” Guile steered the jeep out of the parking lot, taking his lover on a wild ride that nobody could have challenged.

THE END