[ Arelows Practice Book ] ♡ [ OneShots ] [ RE-CONTINUED ]

[ Chapter 1 ] ♤ [ Johnny Cage x Kenshi Takahashi ]

🌠,🎫 - Suggestive/Joke Chapter ‼️

Johnny heaved a deep sigh, feeling the weight of stress and anxiety bearing down on him. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to shake it off. As he scrolled through his social media feeds, the never-ending stream of comments and replies only added to his mounting worries. He could feel his temples throb and his heart rate spike.

His best friend Kenshi's voice cut through the noise, interrupting his thoughts. Johnny quickly pocketed his phone and tried to put on a smile, hoping to hide his inner turmoil. "Hey Kenshi!" he said, rising to his feet to greet him.

Kenshi's sharp eyes caught the telltale signs that something was amiss. Johnny was usually more relaxed and carefree. Kenshi wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he didn't want to push him too hard and risk damaging their friendship. Johnny's suggestion to spar was a welcome distraction, and Kenshi nodded in agreement.

As they entered the in-home gym, Johnny's signature laugh echoed through the room. Kenshi unsheathed his sword, the blade, and his hands enveloped in a blue aura. Johnny stretched his legs with a split and let out a groan as he hit the floor. "Did you hit your groin?" Kenshi chuckled.

Johnny sprang to his feet, ready to fight. "Ready whenever you are, Agent~" he teased.

Kenshi shook his head and chuckled. "Hope you're ready to lose, Cage," he warned before taking his stance. The first swing was Johnny's, a low blow to Kenshi's stomach that made him stagger. "Dirty..." Kenshi muttered, his sword flashing in the air as he aimed a counterattack at Johnny.

It didn't take long for Kenshi's blade to tear through Johnny's shirt, ripping off a sleeve and leaving him fuming. "Hope you plan on becoming a millionaire..." Johnny grunted, frustrated at the ruined shirt.

Kenshi was a skilled fighter, fast and agile. He had an endless reserve of energy, while Johnny quickly grew tired and struggled to keep up. Kenshi's relentless attacks left Johnny with few openings to strike back.

Johnny gritted his teeth as the blunt side of Kenshi's blade slammed into his forearm, sending a jolt of pain through him. Johnny struggled to keep up with Kenshi's swift movements as they sparred in the arena. He was already feeling exhausted and out of breath. Kenshi seemed to be enjoying himself, taunting Johnny with a teasing smile. "You're not doing so hot. Need a break?" he jested. Johnny snarled back, "And give in to you? Blow me." Despite his bravado, he was pushed back towards the wall with a loud grunt.

Johnny's swings were heavy and powerful, even though he was losing the fight. Kenshi muttered, "Hope you're ready..." before a bright blue glow enveloped him. The spirits of his ancestors had joined the spar, making it a 2 vs. 1 battle. Johnny felt overwhelmed as he struggled to defend himself from both sides.

When he saw the beautiful misty blue Samurai appear, Johnny's face became blank. He knew he was in trouble. He tried to protest, "Two against one is a little unfair, no?"

As Johnny's attention was divided among multiple things, he was caught off guard and knocked flat on his back. Kenshi swiftly drew his sword and pressed the blade to Johnny's throat, while his heavy foot made it difficult for him to catch his breath.

Johnny's frustration was evident as he cursed and shut his eyes, trying to regain his composure. In a desperate attempt to escape, he reached out and grasped Kenshi's ankle, pleading for him to release him.

Johnny lay on the ground, gasping for air as Kenshi loomed over him, sword drawn. "Kenshi, please," he whimpered, looking up at the swordsman with pleading eyes. Kenshi felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he gazed down at the breathless man beneath him. His heart skipped a beat when he heard Johnny say his name.

With a swift motion, he sheathed his sword and carefully lifted his weight off of Johnny's chest, his mind reeling with a mix of emotions.

Kenshi's voice was barely audible as he mumbled an apology and turned away from the movie star. His behavior had taken a strange turn, avoiding even a glance at the person he had been sparring with. He spoke softly one last time, "Nice sparring with you," before making his way towards the exit.

Johnny abruptly stood up, his movements hasty and disoriented. He rushed towards the room's entrance, barricading it with his own body. His hands gripped the sides of the door frame as he panted heavily, refusing to give up just yet.

Kenshi's heart raced as he gazed at his friend. Johnny's breathless appearance and closed eyes stirred feelings inside Kenshi that he knew were better left unexplored. He tried to push them aside and focus on the present situation, but the intensity of his emotions was hard to ignore.

The sight of his once immaculately styled hair now tousled and disheveled sent a flurry of inappropriate thoughts racing through his mind. The beads of sweat trickling down his neck only added to the allure, stirring up a primal desire within him.

He fought to control his urge to give in to his carnal desires, thinking that he could easily scare Johnny off with his intensity. Besides, there were certain emotions that he wasn't yet ready to confront, and giving in to his physical desires would.

Johnny's voice was firm and full of determination as he spoke, "I won't stop until I win, Ken." He went on to express his plans to beat Kenshi in their next match, making it clear that he would not be deterred.

Kenshi found himself struggling with conflicting thoughts as he looked at Johnny's lips. The intensity of his impatience continued to mount as if a loud ticking clock in his mind was pushing him to take action. A sudden urge came over him, and he considered the idea of silencing Johnny with a kiss.

Kenshi felt a rush of excitement as he thought to himself, "Might as well..." A grin spread across his face as he reached out and firmly grasped Johnny's arms, pulling him closer. Without hesitation, he bridged the gap between them, and their lips met in a fiery kiss. Kenshi had expected some resistance, but to his surprise, Johnny's eyes closed and he eagerly returned the kiss.

As their passion intensified, Johnny pressed his body against Kenshi's, craving more of this electric connection. When Kenshi tried to break away, Johnny refused to let him go, pulling him back in for a deeper kiss. What had started as an innocent peck on the lips had quickly turned into a heated make-out session.

Their breaths became ragged and their hands grew bolder, exploring each other's bodies with reckless abandon. Kenshi's hands slid down Johnny's legs, lifting him and pressing him against a nearby wall. Johnny wrapped his arms around Kenshi's neck, feeling the warmth of his breath as he descended his neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses and nibbles that sent shivers down Johnny's spine.

As Kenshi embraced the movie star, he made a conscious effort to be gentle and not leave any visible marks on the delicate skin of Johnny's neck. However, the sensation of the swordsman's mouth on his skin was too stimulating to resist, and Johnny found himself letting out soft, almost inaudible moans into Kenshi's ear. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and Johnny couldn't help but lose himself in the passion of the moment.

As Kenshi moved away from Johnny, he couldn't help but admire the meticulous work he had done. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched Johnny's breathless expression, a mix of awe and admiration.

Kenshi chuckled softly, his arms wrapped around the movie star as he slowly lowered him down onto the polished hardwood floor. Johnny's ego seemed to deflate at that moment, his face turning a bright shade of red as he avoided looking directly at the man in front of him. Kenshi couldn't help but tease him, "Are you done talking now?" he asked, a playful tone in his voice. Johnny's silence was answered enough for him, and he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "C'mon," Kenshi said, breaking the silence, "let's get you cleaned up."
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A/n: This is gonna haunt me in 20 years 😞
I'm just gonna label this as a joke chapter since it's the first one.