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[ Chapter 5 ] ♤ [ Johnny Cage x Kenshi Takahashi ]

🌠 - Suggestive Chapter ‼️

Johnny exhaled deeply, releasing a hot whisp of breath that left his lips, visible in the negative-degree weather. As he exhaled, the hot air turned to smoke, creating an ethereal effect in the air around him. The tip of his nose burned light pink as the cold air nipped at his skin, and he could feel the chill seeping through his coat.

In front of him stood Kenshi Takahashi, a well-known swordsman and bounty hunter. Johnny watched in awe as Kenshi held his sword, a beautiful blue glow engulfing the blade and his hands. The swordsman had set out to capture Johnny and turn him over to the nearest police station, collecting the bounty reward and moving on with his day.

Years had passed since their first encounter, and there they stood, face to face once again. Kenshi couldn't move past the criminal's charm and had failed to capture him time and time again. However, he was determined not to let his strange emotions get in the way and vowed to do his job.

Johnny's voice sliced through the thick tension between them. "Your hands are shaking." His voice was playful, and his eyes were hooded as he eyed the swordsman up and down like eye candy. Kenshi remained silent, tightening his grip on his cold sword and daring to step closer. He refused to let his emotions get in the way of his mission.

Johnny continued to tease the swordsman. "No words for me today, Ken-Doll? Shame. I wished to hear that beautiful voice of yours." He laughed to himself, knowing that Kenshi wouldn't have the confidence or strength to swing. The criminal could practically hear Kenshi's heartbeat through his chest, and it amused him to see the swordsman try to act as if nothing was bothering him.

Kenshi was mocked by Johnny for his actions. Johnny took a step forward, his head held high, and a cocky smirk on his face. Kenshi mumbled, "Make this easy for me..." before lunging forward to attack Johnny.

The sudden attack caught Johnny off guard, causing him to stumble backward. However, he quickly regained his composure. His smug expression turned into a scowl, and he decided to push forward.

Johnny deliberately avoided hitting Kenshi's face and focused his punches and kicks on the swordsman's body. Despite Kenshi's efforts to defend himself, Johnny managed to make him stumble and knock his sword out of his hand.

Kenshi felt weak in the knees as soon as Johnny touched him. With his sword gone, he found himself lying on the snow-covered ground in a restrictive position.

Johnny, now empowered without the swordsman's weapon, straddled his waist and looked down at him with a victorious smile. He cooed, "Didn't think you'd have it in you to touch me~" and stroked Kenshi's snow-covered hair.

Johnny teased Kenshi, "Not putting up much of a fight? Are you finally gonna admit that you like me? C'mon. I know you have it in you." He rubbed Kenshi's sides with his hands, enjoying his dominance over the swordsman.

The frigid ice beneath him sent shivers down the hunter's spine, but he remained silent. Sento had granted him a view of the criminal above him, and he had to admit, it was breathtaking. Kenshi had accepted his feelings for Johnny long ago, but he had never acted on them. The thought of confessing his emotions tormented him, but he couldn't ignore the evidence that Johnny was just playing with him. The criminal had been seen with countless women, taking them to hotels.

Kenshi feared rejection, especially from Johnny. The mere thought of it would be humiliating and would break him. "What's on your mind?" Johnny asked, laughing and leaning forward, eager to hear what Kenshi had to say.

In response, Kenshi summoned all his strength and flipped Johnny onto his back, now positioned on top of him. He grunted as he called his sword back to him, holding it at Johnny's throat using his telekinesis.

Johnny stared back at Kenshi, unfazed by the sharp metal that threatened to slice his skin. "You won't do it," he snickered, confident that Kenshi wouldn't dare to hurt him.

Kenshi seethed with anger at how much control Johnny had over him. He tried to push him out of his mind, but the criminal's presence only grew stronger. He wanted to stand up for himself, but Johnny had a hold on him that he couldn't seem to break.

Kenshi's grip on his sword tightened as he glared down at Johnny, who lay helpless beneath him. "But it's the only way to shut you up," he finally spoke, his voice laced with frustration.

As he pushed his sword up from perpendicular to vertical, the tip of the blade now threatened Johnny's neck. The criminal's eyes widened in awe, shimmering in the sunlight. He couldn't help but admire the swordsman on top of him, reminded of their first encounter. It was just like before - the way Kenshi had been so touchy with him, pinning his wrists above his head and holding his sword in the same position as now.

But something was different this time. The swordsman's touch was light and gentle as if he feared breaking Johnny with even the smallest amount of pressure. It was a far cry from how rough Kenshi had been with him before, and Johnny couldn't help but miss the way the swordsman used to handle him.

As Kenshi's sword hovered dangerously close to his neck, Johnny's mind wandered back to their earlier encounters. He longed to feel the swordsman's hot breath on his neck once again, with his wrists tightly wrapped in Kenshi's palm as he whispered into his ear.

"God, you're beautiful," Johnny breathed, his voice soft and breathy as he gave in to the moment. A genuine smile spread across his face as he let himself bask in Kenshi's presence.

Johnny courageously lifted himself a little, feeling the sharp edge of Sento's blade press against his neck. The criminal extended his hand and placed it gently on Kenshi's cheek, his thumb caressing the swordsman's velvety skin. "Why can't you belong to me?" Johnny whispered, a sly grin spreading across his face as he sensed Kenshi's sword move away from his neck.

Seizing the moment to pull Kenshi closer, Johnny swiftly drew him back down, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. Kenshi's reflexes kicked in, forcing him to pull Sento away entirely to avoid injuring the criminal.

The two men were consumed by passion, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace as they breathed heavily. They couldn't get enough of each other, their hands eagerly exploring one another's bodies. Kenshi lifted Johnny's legs around his waist, drawing him closer and intensifying their kiss.

Kenshi abruptly pulled away from Johnny, his hands firmly pressing down on Johnny's shoulders, holding him down on the icy ground. Kenshi's face was wrought with hesitation and uncertainty, as he tried to resist the temptation of Johnny's seduction. However, Johnny was not about to give up that easily. He whimpered, yearning for the touch of Kenshi's hands on his body once more.

"Please don't stop now," Johnny pleaded, his voice filled with desire and urgency. He leaned back, exposing his neck, hoping to entice Kenshi to continue.

Kenshi sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the weapon he had plunged into the snow. He stood up, removing his sword from the ground and sheathing it before turning to leave. But Johnny stood in his way, blocking his path.

"Take me with you," Johnny demanded, grabbing Kenshi's hand and interlocking their fingers.

Kenshi gritted his teeth, his resolve wavering. "Fine," he eventually conceded. "But no more trouble from here on out. You need to keep to yourself and be a good boy."

Johnny reluctantly agreed, nodding his head playfully and emitting a soft moan at the endearment. "Anything for you, babes."

Kenshi groaned, knowing he'd regret his decision to bring Johnny along. But he had little choice and began dragging the criminal along like a small, obedient puppy. The night was far from over, and Kenshi knew it would be filled with unexpected twists and turns.

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A/n: Real Smut 🚫 Makeout scene ✅️

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