The Beginning of the End
by Mishaela

Disclaimer: I'm just playing with them until their owners come for them. I promise to put them back nice and neat when I'm done with them.

Iori looked down at the prone form by his feet. Finally, after all these years, he'd gotten the little bastard. The feeling of triumph soared, making the blood in the red-haired man's veins sing. "At last," he said lowly, "I am the victor."

Kyo Kusanagi moaned, drawing his attention and he knelt down to feel for a pulse. It was still fairly strong despite the beating the younger man had taken. Iori smiled, he could kill him now, he mused. But... then he had another, more fitting, idea.

"I'll humiliate you," Iori said to the unconscious form, "I'll leave a shame that will last the rest of your life."

Kyo's headband was removed and used to secure his wrists behind his back. Then his belt, which was used to keep his upper arms pinned to his torso. Hoisting the form over his shoulder, Iori started off in the direction of a more secluded location. The red-haired man suppressed a smile, he would cherish every look of humiliation on Kyo's face.

With a grin, he went to the younger man's apartment. It would be the perfect place for what he planned. "I do hope Yuki hasn't decided to come and wait for you..." Taking the keys from Kyo's pocket, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Inside the apartment, Iori let him fall on the couch and checked each room to insure the place was empty. After that, he moved back to the door and locked it. His next action was to go to Kyo's own bedroom and collect a few items that would prove suitable to gag the younger man. "Can't have you alerting the neighbors," Iori chuckled as he made the gag and applied it.

Reaching down, he ripped open Kyo's white shirt and let the buttons spray up around them. Taking a handkerchief, he blindfolded the young man, "This will make things even more interesting..."

Settling down on the couch, Iori carefully eased down the younger man's pants, "Don't worry, Kyo - I'll be gentle." His smile was sinister as his left hand wrapped around the limp male organ and began slow - teasing - strokes.

Kyo began to rouse and the red-haired man leaned down to run his tongue along his neck. As he came closer to awakening, Iori pinned the younger man's legs under his to keep him from kicking. The organ in his hand was also awakening, growing slowly to it's full length.

It wasn't long before the dark haired man was fully awake and thrashing against Iori.

Iori took the organ between his lips and ran his tongue around the velvety ridges, drawing a muffled gasp from the bound man. Immediately, it was at full size; trickling out a clear fluid that the red-haired man lapped teasingly from the tip. "Hmmm... You have a sweet taste, Kyo," he said before giving the erection another lick, "I shouldn't be surprised."

Bucking his hips, Kyo was trying vainly to get the other man off of him. "Be still," Iori hissed, "I don't want to hurt you - yet." His tongue ran up the shaft's full length just before the redhaired man began to suck on the erection. The sudden shock had the desired effect and the younger man stopped thrashing.

One of Iori's hands moved to the sac below and massaged it gently, feeling it constrict as the bound man came closer to his orgasm. Kyo's young face was an odd mixture of fear, hate, anticipation, and lust; the combination making Iori just a little more eager in his actions. Moments later, there was a muffled scream and hot liquid erupted from the tip, which the redhead consumed out of curiosity. It was just as sweet.

"I never took you for a screamer, Kyo," he chuckled and pulled the bound man upright. Kyo's chest was heaving in an attempt to get in oxygen. Iori teased a flat nipple with his teeth, "Why don't you ever scream like that when we fight?"

Shrugging out of his waistcoat, Iori began unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. The bound man was still quietly recovering when he was pulled onto the larger man's lap and held. "If you promise to behave," he said lowly into Kyo's ear, "I'll take off the gag."

The answer was a nod and, very quickly, the gag's components fell to the floor. Before Kyo could say anything, the red haired man was kissing him. Kyo fought, trying to drive out the tongue that explored his mouth. When this proved fruitless, he bit at the unwelcome intruder. He tasted the hint of blood just before he heard Iori chuckle.

"Don't like how I kiss, neh? Well, that's too bad," the redhead said lowly. His hands slid the pants fully off of Kyo and he looked at the well muscled frame, "You've got a nice body, Kyo. I'm going to enjoy bending it around to suit my purposes."

The young man growled at him, "Fuck you!" He was tense. This was not looking good for him and he knew it.

"That's the general idea, but not quite how it's supposed to go." Iori smiled in a very predatory fashion and rose from the couch, off in search of something to use for lubricant. He found some KY Jelly in the bathroom and returned to the living room. There, he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, "Time to show you who what happens to losers, Kyo."

One hand grabbed the dark haired man's ankle and pulled him down the couch, where Iori pushed him over the arm. He kept Kyo there with one hand to the small of his back while his other hand smoothed the cool jelly onto his hard cock. Iori moaned in anticipation, "Time to get started…"

Kyo was confused for a moment until he felt the couch shift behind him. Then, he understood just what it was that his enemy was getting ready to do. He tried to lunge off the soft sofa, but the hand on his back wasn't letting him get any leverage to go anywhere. True fear painted over his blinded face, "No! I've never-AHHHH!"

The last was a high pitched cry of pain as Iori wasted no time in driving his stone-like erection into the virginal opening. The redhead moaned as the inner walls echoed along his length, caressing him in a velvet vise, "Hmmm… you feel good, Kyo… Better than a woman… tighter and more responsive…"

Tears spilled from Kyo's eyes. Tears of pain both internal and external. The hard, insistent cock inside of him made this nightmare all too real. A sob broke from his throat as the flesh within him moved back and then drove deep. Agony shot through Kyo. This… this was worse than losing to Yagami in a public match.

Iori wasn't sure if it really felt so good or if it was just the fact that he was shaming his worst nemesis in his own apartment. He heard the sob and smiled, driving his rigid cock into the squirming body below him again and again. The lean fighter bent over Kyo's back and grabbed his hips, holding them steady as he continued to ravage his hated enemy, "You feel… so fucking good… I'm going… to come soon…"

Growling, Kyo bucked his hips back out of rhythm, trying to dislodge the other fighter and only succeeding in making the hard flesh inside of him hit something that made the invasion feel much better. He shook his head, trying to deny the sinful thrill, "GET OFF ME!!!"

The redhead's hand clamped over his mouth and the pounding persisted, "Be quiet, Kyo…" The unfinished threat was interspersed with a moan as Iori's thrusts quickened, getting faster and wilder, "Ah… ugn… so close…"

Deeper still came the following thrust and Kyo arched his back, trying to pull away and escape what was being done to him. A harsh groan sounded from his hated enemy and, suddenly, warmth spilled into him. It was a wet, sticky warmth that seeped from around the cock inside his quaking body and dribbled down his inner thighs. He gave a cry of dismay as realization of what happened shot through him and bit down on the hand covering his mouth.

It jerked away, giving him a chance to get his threat out into the open air, "Do that to me again and I'm going to kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!"

Iori chuckled, leaving his softening member inside the warm cavity, "I don't think so. I'm letting you live and the only price I'm demanding is your virginity. Be glad that's all I take… Yuki is a very lovely girl, you know."

There was a sharp intake of breath at the ill-concealed threat.

"Yes, Kyo… I thought about it." Iori's hand slid around and gave his enemy's erection a firm squeeze, drawing a hiss, "But, I think you're much prettier to look at and I'm already sure you're a much better fuck." He rose from Kyo's back, pulling out, and then stood up. One hand grabbed a handful of the young man's hair and held on as his hated enemy was dragged from the couch.

Carpet burned Kyo's knees and he tried to alleviate the new pain until he felt linoleum. There were only two places they could be then - either the kitchen or the bathroom. When he heard water running into the tub, he had his answer. Then, the Kusanagi heir was dumped, none-too-gently, into the bathtub.

Iori took a washcloth and cleaned himself off with soapy water, then started on the young man who was at his mercy. He liked his lovers clean, whether they were willing lovers or not. He had to admit that there was a serious thrill in what he was doing to Kyo. Already, he was getting hard again as he looked at the young man who cried out as he was having his abused parts wiped clean.

He smiled and ran his hand down one thigh, feeling it knock against him in protest. Wrapping his long fingers around Kyo's throat, he pinned his head back against the lower wall of the shower stall. Iori's other hand was going much lower, until his fingertips were making little circles around the battered ring of muscle, "I thought Benimaru would have taken advantage of your tight little ass, Kyo. You have such a sweet face… I'll bet you're capable of being the perfect uke…"

Kyo's retort was interrupted before it began when his foe's fingers savagely delved into him. He panted as they circled upwards, inside his body, and found that same spot that had taken his breath away. Then, sparks exploded across his vision and he couldn't think of something acidic to say to the redhead, "Gyah!"

"That's better… See, this is how it's going to be, Kyo," the taller fighter purred, "I'm going to make you come, then I get to come." Iori watched the muscles in his nemesis' neck tighten as he fought so hard to deny how good it felt, "I don't intend to leave here until I am fully sated…" His mouth widened into a smile, "And I've been told I have an inhuman stamina."

One word left the young man's mouth as his prostate was attacked in such pleasant ways, "… No…"

"Face it, Kyo," Iori said with a sinister smile, "You don't have a choice." He continued his internal massage, "I'll stop when I'm tired of you. No sooner." The redhead rolled Kyo over and braced his chest on the edge of the tub so he wouldn't drown. As soon as the shift in position was done, Iori drove his fingers into his enemy again and again.

No matter how hard he tried, Kyo couldn't fight the sinful pleasure those fingers were giving him. He began moaning and swiveling his hips in the water, trying to keep with the rhythm that his enemy was setting. Sensations like he'd never known coursed through him, crashing through his system like an electrical surge.

Iori chuckled, but didn't stop. Watching his nemesis straining for completion at his hands was absolutely divine. He was hard as a rock again and his weeping erection demanded attention. Without a second thought, he moved to his knees next to the tub and drove it into Kyo's panting mouth.

The young man was too far gone to care about what he was doing or who was doing it to him. Kyo wanted the rush of fire that was spreading through him. Unable to process exactly what was going on, he began to suckle the large cock in his mouth hungrily. Each time he got a breath, it was expended as a moan which vibrated up the shaft between his lips. The bitter salty drops that coated his tongue might have well have been ambrosia for the eagerness at which he swallowed them.

With a harsh groan, Iori began to pump his hips for more. His free hand stole into the silky dark hair, "Hmmm… very good… you're a natural, Kyo…" This would make the shame that much more complete if he could get the young man to climax with him. Taking a chance that Kyo would come to his senses, he stopped what he was doing and pulled out of the hot mouth.

Using his better strength, Iori lifted Kyo from the tub and flipped him over, ignoring the whimper of protest. The sound died as Kusanagi's mouth touched against the tip of the redhead's organ and then engulfed it immediately. Suppressing a moan, Iori sucked in his enemy's cock and gave it a good pull, drawing a pleased sound from the bound man. They stood in Kyo's bathroom, locked in a standing '69' position, and both participants engrossed quite contentedly.

Iori's hips began to thrust back and forth, driving in and out of his victim's mouth with an almost desperate urgency. He moved one hand down, to the back of Kyo's head, feeling the heady rush of power that his new control over his enemy was giving him. He could feel his loins boiling with the need to expel his desire and let that instinct take over with a harsh moan.

He couldn't gag, even though the stout member that surged in and out of his mouth nearly made him. Kyo couldn't even think. His senses were in overload. Something hovered just on the fringes, some realization that just wouldn't come, but it couldn't bypass the intensely exquisite feelings that were coursing through him. With a cry around the hard flesh, he convulsed and blew, filling the hungry mouth that suckled him so strongly.

Swallowing quickly, Iori moaned and let himself go. The sweet rush of release sent shuddering echoes through his taut body and he lost his sense of gravity. Better still, he could feel Kyo taking in his offering greedily. How would his enemy react when he realized that he'd just consumed the redhead's essence with nary an argument?

Iori fell against the wall and slowly lowered Kyo to the floor, "My… my… You seemed to enjoy that rather well for someone who didn't want it…"

The words hit Kusanagi like a fist and he coughed, trying to force everything back up, "Bastard!" He couldn't do much more when his mouth was filled with Iori's tongue and the taste of his own spent passions.

He was let go for a moment. Then Iori's hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him, yet again, down the hall over the carpet. Kyo heard a door open and they passed through the portal. He was then lifted and deposited on a bed.

His own bed.

Kyo felt a rope enclose one ankle and pull it tight. Another rope went around the other and it too, was drawn taut. His hands were untied long enough to be secured to the upper corners. At long last, the blindfold was removed and Kyo blinked a few times to clear his vision. He wished he hadn't.

His nemesis was naked and dripping with water. Iori was smiling down on him in such a way that it made Kyo's blood run cold, "What… what are you going to do now?" There was more than a tiny bit of fear to Kusanagi's voice.

Iori leaned down, over his face, still wearing that same evil smile, "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Kyo. I'm going to pound into you until you're so crazy with pleasure that you're begging me not to stop."

The young man growled, "This is rape, Iori… No one ever begs their rapist to keep going. Why don't you wake up. This is the real world."

"Yes, I'm aware of that. But then, victims don't usually give their assailants the best blow jobs they've ever had, do they?" Iori knelt on the bed and ran his fingers over Kyo's lips, "I can't imagine that you've never sucked a cock before… I've never had a better blow in my life."

Kyo felt his nemesis moving under his bound form on the bed, "Get out from under me!" Hands went to his narrow hips and he could feel the tip of Iori's cock at his entrance. The bastard is inhuman… How can he keep recharging so quickly?!? He got no response save a grunt and the burning scrape of that hardness pushing up into him again. He tensed as it filled him to nearly overflowing, "GYAH!!!"

Moaning, Iori couldn't believe how perfectly his enemy fit around his cock. Kyo's body was such a sweet tight caress that he was starting to consider staying much longer than morning like he'd planned originally. "You… feel so good, Kyo… Just what I've always wanted in a lover…" He pulled back and thrust up again, feeling that delicious scrape around his width, "This will be worth it… I know… that I'll be the best fuck you've ever had…"

Tears stung Kyo's eyes as he felt his body begin to answer the invasion with some now familiar feelings. How could his desires betray him like this? He never wanted this. Not with… him! His head tossed back and forth as his mouth denied the redhead's words, "Never! I will never feel that way!!!"

Iori moved his legs up between Kyo's and used them to get more behind his thrusts, "Yes, you will… I'll see to that…" He gritted his teeth, losing himself to the mindless pleasure that was consuming his thoughts, "I won't deny that… you're the best… I've ever had…" His hands gripped tighter and his hips moved much faster, "So… tight and sweet…"

More tears fell as Kyo felt his own cock harden impossibly fast, "No!" He wouldn't listen to the fighter's words. He wouldn't let himself feel the trill of delight they invoked in him, sending sensations straight through to his arousal. He wanted to deny it all. They were enemies and would always be so. That's how it was supposed to be.

"Yes," Iori moaned, feeling his quickening building rapidly. He couldn't get enough. He would never get enough of Kyo Kusanagi's hot tight body wrapped around his impossibly hard cock. The redhead let go of one hip to take hold of the young man's cock and began to pump it wildly, trying to drive him just as out of his head with pleasure to match.

Kyo gave a gasping cry as he felt the pressure intensify. That damned infuriating redhead seemed to know just what to do to him! He bit his lower lip to stifle anymore outbursts, but found his pelvis rocking back of its own volition. Kyo continued to deny the sensations, even as his creamy seed spilled over onto Iori's hand, "NO!!!"

With a shuddering moan, Iori drove up a few more times and then let his own essence spill. He paused for several minutes while his body's breathing and heart rate returned to a semblance of normalcy. During that time, his arms went around Kyo's trembling form and held on, "Was it good for you, too, Kyo?"

A shattered whimper answered him and he moved out from under Kyo. At the torn look, his hand caressed one tear-stained cheek, "I don't know about you, but I need a cigarette."

He was answered with the coldest glare, "Choke on it, you bastard!" Kusanagi wished he could bury himself in his blankets and never have to suffer that touch again, "I'll never claim to enjoy this! I'd rather die first!"

Iori lit up a cigarette and looked at the sticky white mess that covered his hand, "That's funny… I'd never thought imaginary semen would look so real. Kinda strange for someone who didn't enjoy it to gush their load over their lover's hand, don't you think, Kyo?"

"Go to hell," Kyo growled and turned his head away, trying to hide his shame. He knew, somehow, that this wasn't over. When that cigarette burned out, the nightmare would just start over again. He braced himself for when that time came.

He wasn't expecting the redhead to squeeze out a liberal amount of KY Jelly onto his hands and start massaging Kyo's cock to life with them. Kusanagi writhed at the gentleness of those deadly hands, "Stop… touching me…" He couldn't believe that he was getting hard - again!

Kyo watched his nemesis move away from the bed and grab the washcloth he'd brought with him. Great care was taken as Iori cleaned off his member, making sure to get all the grime, "We're not done yet, sweet Kyo… Not by a longshot."

Iori smiled at him and then moved back to join him on the bed, throwing a leg over Kyo's waist as he did so, "I'm going to have you in every way possible…" Then, the redhead did something unexpected and slid down so that the tip of Kusanagi's cock was pressing against his tiny ring, "I'm going to know all your secrets, Kyo."

The bound man gasped as he felt his engorged member press through the ring. The slow scrape maddened him, brought his cries out and up to a crescendo. Unbidden, his body began to buck, seeking more of that delicious friction, "Iori!!!"

Sliding down even more, the redhead didn't slow his descent until his ass was firmly settled on the tops of Kyo's thighs, "You're all the way inside of me, Kyo-chan… How does it feel to be buried to the hilt inside your worst enemy?"

Kyo's mouth worked soundlessly as his mind tried to process the new sensations. Iori was so hot and tight around him. How could he not enjoy this? This… this was pure pleasure and he wanted more. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Kyo arched up with his hips, driving as hard as he could.

He was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure, "Mmmm… yes, Kyo… right there…" It was so new. Iori's entrance was the tightest thing he'd ever felt and it felt so damn good. He thought he was going to come right there…

"Iori… please… I feel… I want…" Kyo was silenced by the redhead's mouth covering his, swallowing his moans. He'd never imagined anything could feel this good; not even in his best and wildest fantasies.

The kiss broke, "I know what you want, Kyo-chan…" Iori's voice was a harsh groan, "And you know what I want… If you don't start admitting how much you like it…" The threat hung in empty air and the redhead lifted his body just to drop it down on his enemy's rock hard erection, "I don't think… there's anything… about tonight that I'll… regret…"

Hands clenched to fists and Kyo growled harshly, "Please… fuck me…" The soft voice was pleading, "Ride me hard and fast, Iori…"

"That's better…" The red-haired fighter moved so that Kyo's cock was caressed all down the length, "You feel better… than I imagined…" Iori preferred to be the one on top, but this was the final straw in making Kyo the perfect victim. After this, the orochi warrior would have his perfect fuck ready and waiting to go at any time.

Iori picked up speed as he drove his nemesis' cock in and out of his body, "After you fill me with your very real come, I'm going to roll you over and fuck you, Kyo." The redhead took in a deep breath as his prostate was lanced, "AND… and you're going to be on your knees, I want to hear all those things you are fighting so hard not to say…"

One of Kyo's hands got free and he used it to grip Iori's hip tightly, straining to use the new leverage so that the redhead was in exactly the right position. He was building up to his completion quickly. This time, it was faster than before. Something about the wanton look of lust on his enemy's face was so beautiful. He made contact with his lips, crying out into Iori's mouth, when his body let go of it's internal pressure.

Even the redhead felt it and drove down one last time with a shuddering growl, his essence coating Kyo's stomach. A feline smile crossed Iori's features as he trailed his fingertips through the pearls of white and shoved them into Kusanagi's mouth, "Taste me… you'll be doing a lot of that in the future."

The tongue within swirled all over the fingers, licking away every last trace of come. The sight of Kyo being so wanton made the redhead hard, yet again, and he decided to start making good on his promises. "Your ass is mine, Kyo… And I'm going to show you that right now!"

Iori's erection hadn't softened any as he pulled his digits from that eager mouth, "Finding out that you like sucking, don't you, Kyo?" He still hungered for more of the young man's sweet tightness. While the youth was dazed, he finished untying him and sat him up, "I'll be sure you get plenty of chances to do it in the future then."

There was a cry of pleasure as Iori buried himself to the hilt inside Kyo with one thrust. That cry blew what was left of the dark haired fighter's resistance. "No… no more denial," Iori moaned harshly, "I want the truth… now!"

The last word was punctuated by a hard thrust and Kyo whimpered as he felt the ravages of sensation through him. He pushed back against Iori, trying to get the fighter deeper inside him, "Please… don't stop… I want it… I want it bad… fuck me… Iori… hard…"

Growling, Iori slammed his cock into the tunnel that gripped him. He would give Kyo exactly what he wanted. "Ungah!" His blood burned. There would be no more feuding. No more battles to the death. Iori Yagami had achieved the ultimate victory over his nemesis - he had conquered him through his own sexual needs and desires. "You… you are mine, Kyo… now and forever!"

"YES!" The dark haired youth screamed, his body coursing with so much pleasure he thought he was going to die. He was pulled up, against Iori's chest, and his mouth was plundered. Kyo kissed back, mingling his tongue with his lover's for a few moments before he broke the contact, "Don't stop!!!" His body was screaming for release as his hand joined with Iori's to give his cock several strong pulls, "I… I want you, Iori… I want you to fill me…"

That undid the last little snippets of the redhead's control and he gave himself over to completion, filling Kyo with his essence, "Ugn…"

Kyo began to shudder uncontrollably and then gave a shout as his orgasm shattered him and he fell forward on the bed. He slumped down, his body suffering sudden exhaustion, and passed out cold.

Looking around furtively, Kyo made sure that no one was in the same hall. It was a new King of Fighters tournament and a new year. How much had changed since the last one? He gave a final look and pushed open the nearest door. Inside was Iori Yagami. His nemesis and his love. Kyo smiled, "Sorry I took so long… Higashi's getting better than anybody thought."

Iori smirked, "I know… but so are you." He tossed his cigarette aside and crooked his finger at his 'nemesis', "Get over here."

Suddenly, the tournament was nothing compared to the sweet ambrosia of each other's mouths. The Kusanagi-Yagami war was over for good.

But no one outside the locker room was privy to that knowledge.