Mortal kombat BOYXBOY

Erron Black X Ermac

This chapter contains: Nudity
Erron Black sat patiently in the carriage, waiting for Kotal Kahn to deliver his famous 'Coup De Grace'
to his newest victims, one of them including the wretched Baraka, the fiercest Tarkatan warrior, soon to fall to Kahn's blade. Since he was alone, he had been given time to think about himself. He wasn't straight. No way, Erron had a very strong attraction towards men and never felt the same way towards women, his strongest attraction was to Kahn's newest recruit, Ermac, the thousand souled creation of Erron's old buddy Shang Tsung.

Since the day Erron laid his eyes upon Ermac, he fell for him immediately. Ermac moved quick and swiftly, destroying anyone that stood in the way of whatever he was focused on. Erron was fascinated with Ermac's determination and loyalty. Not to mention how damn sexy he was. Erron yearned for more time to speak with Ermac, but he was never given the chance since Ermac was usually too busy force ripping someone's skull open.

Several hours passed until Kahn finally entered the carriage followed by the one and only D'vorah, the most infamous Kytinn of all. Both Kahn and her were slathered in blood and reeked of death. D'vorah pulled her hood up and looked out the carriage window, Kahn noticed Erron was distressed. "Is something troubling you?" He asked. Erron jumped. Even when Kahn was trying to be gentle he sounded threatening. "I'm fine emporer, just tired is all." Kahn nodded doubtfully. Knowing that this was not true, Kahn cared deeply about Erron, he couldn't let his favorite disciple be upset.

The ride to the Palace was long and silent, with nothing said but a "this one enjoyed inflicting Baraka's death."

After the trio exited the carriage, and D'vorah flew off to her hive. Kahn placed a "gentle" hand on Erron's shoulder. "What is wrong Erron?" He asked sternly. "Just having some personal issues Kahn, you don't want to hear about it." He answered, staring at the cobblestone path below. "Come to my abode, we will discuss" Kahn offered. Erron had attempted to reject but Kahn gave him an "If you don't listen I'll execute you right now" look. So Erron obeyed.

he explained everything, His homosexuality, his attraction for Ermac, and his worry for people finding out about everything. Kahn listened carefully. "So what I'm interpreting is you're afraid to talk to the man you love because you'd rather waste your life away desiring something you refuse to chase after."

Kahn crossed his arms.

"Well when you put it like that-" Erron began. "Erron, talk to him, that's an order." Erron nodded, but remained sitting. Kahn leaned in and whispered, "Ermac uses the Public showers every day at seven." Kahn winked and then dismissed him.

Erron sat in his room, spinning his gun and leaning against the cement wall. He wasn't exactly in high-class living. But it was still a room.

Once his watch hit seven Erron quickly ran to the recreational hall. Privacy wasn't a very large priority in Outworld, so most things were public, including the showers.

Erron arrived at the showers and removed his clothing, Ermac wasn't there yet, and Erron was unsure if he would be.

He showered as he normally would've if he wasn't waiting for his man-crush. Just as he began to lose hope, he saw a flash of green in his peripheral vision. Erron glanced to see Ermac removing the layers of clothes that hid his wonderful body.

He knew it would've been awkward to start a conversation with another man in the shower. Being gay was not a popular thing in Outworld, so it was normal for a man to see another man naked and think nothing of it. But for a homosexual it was very hard to act casual. Erron looked over, Ermac was scrubbing his chest with a sponge. His manhood in perfect display for Erron to admire without being caught.

Ermac giggled and Erron quickly turned to see Ermac eyeing him and smirking. "You seem to be fascinated by my stature." Erron's face flushed with red when he noticed he had become erect without noticing. He quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his lower half. Leaving his clothes and hat behind, he ran off to the palace. Completely embarrassed and pissed off that he had made such a fool out of himself.