MultiFandom Oneshots (Smut)

Cold and Complacent (Bi-Han/Noob Saibot x Male Reader)

Bi-Han. Your former Grandmaster. Your former lover.

After his betrayal to Liu Kang, the truth of his father's demise, the truth behind his greed for power, you no longer considered him either of those things. You'd gone with Kuai Liang when he and Tomas had fled.

Sometimes you regret it. Memories of your time with Bi-Han, sharing a bed, meals, bathing together make you miss what used to be even though you know you won't ever get it back. He made his decision, you made yours. You doubt anything could ever repair that bridge that had long since burned to ash.

Or so you thought, at least.

After the situation with Titan Havik was resolved, you were put in charge of the former cryomancer's holding container. It was an honor to be trusted by Liu Kang to the point that he'd trust you with a task of this magnitude. Or maybe it was the god's way of testing you.

Though Bi-Han no longer looked like himself, you knew his mind was the same. Liu Kang had cleansed that much.

Sometimes you sit next to the container and look at your ex-lover, looking over the changes his body had gone through. The graying skin, the green glow that resonates from his chest. He still holds some features without that hood on.

His face was the same shape, his nose and lips. He was still pretty.

It's been a few months since then. Liu Kang comes every day to find out if he can figure out a way to properly restore Bi-Han. You're lucky enough to be able to watch him do so and get live updates on the progress.

Today, however, Liu Kang is away. He'd be away for a few days, not that you were worried. You had plenty of help at your beck and call if you needed it. You sit at the small desk in the room, your laptop open to keep yourself entertained for a few more hours until you were summoned for lunch.

It's quiet in the temple, peaceful. You can hear rain hitting the walls outside and it just adds to the overall peacefulness.

You let your guard down. Perhaps a foolish thing on your part, getting too complacent with how peaceful things have been. Bi-Han had always warned you about getting complacent.

So you don't hear the creak of the container behind you as it shifts. Or the quiet clanking of metal as someone comes up behind you.

A hand covers your mouth and you reach for the panic button under the desk. Your hand never makes it, a black tendril wrapping around your wrist and stopping it just centimeters from the button.

"What have I told you about getting complacent?" A voice growls out next to your ear. The tendril wrapped around your wrist continues to coil around your arm, traveling further up before it wretches your arm back and forces it behind the chair.

The position was uncomfortable to say the least and you try to tug your arm free from the tendril. It doesn't work. In fact, it gets you claws digging into your cheek and you can feel just the slightest bit of blood begin to trickle down your cheek.

"Do not struggle." A second hand closes around your neck while the first uses its grip to tilt your head back so you were looking up at the being behind you.

Bi-Han. Or rather, what's become of him now.

Fuck.

You don't believe he's going to kill you. He would've already done so if it was his goal. You hope.

The hand around your throat squeezes and your body tenses on instinct. "We have a lot of catching up to do," Bi-Han growls. You don't like the tone of his voice.

A second tendril wraps around your other wrist and, despite your struggle, it's forced to join the first one behind the back of the chair. Two more wrap around your legs, keeping you completely pinned in place.