One Day at a Time

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"Come on, old man!"

It had been nothing but taunts since his arrival in France three days ago, and, Jacky thought, he should have gotten used to them by now, but Lion's cocky grin and cockier tone never failed to set his teeth on edge. His tolerance had been increased a great deal by the fact that Lion had yet to take a match from him, but the boy's complete disregard of a loser's good grace was becoming increasingly irksome; he seemed to bounce back from each defeat with exponentially greater drive, his goads becoming sharper until he sounded more like a reject from 'The Sopranos' than the son and heir of one of the wealthiest men in France.

Someone needed to teach the boy a lesson.

From an almost-casual stance, Jacky snapped a kick at Lion's feet, which the boy easily dodged. Lion retaliated with a jab aimed at Jacky's abdomen, and the bout was joined.

They were surprisingly well-matched despite disparate experiences and styles, Jacky's strength against Lion's speed, Lion's technique against Jacky's adaptability. Despite Lion's seeming inability not to talk trash, Jacky found himself enjoying their matches; they were the first time since the last Tournament that he'd really had to exert himself, and in truth, Lion's taunts were far preferable to the egos of some of the other participants. Never mind that he was technically there for a week of training and that a vast majority of his time had been and would be spent in the ring - he was practically on vacation.

Lion made a sloppy move and Jacky automatically took advantage of it, grabbing Lion's wrist and using his overextension to take the boy to the ground. Holding the captive arm back and pinning him in the snow with a knee to the small of his back, Jacky paused, rather than roll away and resume.

After a moment with his cheek against the chilly flagstones, Lion twisted and craned, trying to look over his shoulder at the older blonde. "You get stuck back there, old man? Should I call someone to help you up?"

"You know," Jacky said almost reflectively, levering Lion's arm higher to force his head back down, "you've been giving me a lot of shit. Can't deal with losing?"

"It's not losing, it's training. I'm picking up all your moves to kick your ass when it counts."

"I see." Jacky shifted his knee to the stone at Lion's side, but retained his grip on his wrist, adjusting as the boy squirmed for freedom. "I'm still gonna have to treat you like a brat if you're gonna act like one."

Lion snorted, squirming again as he attempted to relieve the pressure on his arm. "You may be old enough, but you aren't my father."

"That's it." Jacky's free hand caught under Lion's waistband and lifted the boy bodily, shoving him forward as he did so, so that Lion ended up with his head and shoulders against the ground and his butt raised. A hard jerk had Lion's pants down, exposing the pale flesh of his buttocks to the chilled air.

By the time Jacky's hand descended for the first time, Lion's struggles had ceased, and the boy knelt tensely in his awkward position. His breathing was rapid, although whether from adrenalin or exertion was difficult to determine.

Jacky's hand rose and fell rhythmically, each withdrawal highlighted by a pause at the apex, each swift descent punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin. Lion's skin flushed with each contact, pale gold becoming rose becoming crimson. Still Jacky's hand rose and fell, increasingly forceful as he tried to jar a plea for mercy loose from sealed lips.

What came tumbling out was not what he had expected.

One final blow broke Lion's barriers, but, much to Jacky's surprise, there was no begging for him to cease. Instead, Lion moaned, a sound spilling over itself from low in his throat, and arched his back, stretching the skin of his buttocks even tighter under Jacky's hand in apparent invitation. Jacky jerked his hand away, only to return it a moment later to caress one of the flushed globes.

"You like that? Was this all some kind of elaborate plot to get yourself off?"

With a heave of effort and his first signs of real anger, Lion wrenched his arm from Jacky's slackened grip and levered himself onto his hands. "Yes, I liked that," he murmured thickly, pale eyes narrowing. "Now either do something about it, or leave me alone so I can finish 'getting myself off'."

The slap of Jacky's hand against Lion's backside was sudden enough to make the boy jump, and Jacky smirked faintly as he rubbed his palm over reddened flesh again. "If you'd shut up for more than two seconds, I'd see what I could do."

"You need that long to get it up, old man?" Lion's grin was taunting over his shoulder, but strangely not as offensive as it once had been. "Or can't you stand the cold?"

"It'll be somewhere warm soon enough," Jacky shot back, hand dropping in another light tap against Lion's buttocks before sliding back to push Lion's pants farther down his thighs. Previously held captive by the awkward bunch of his pants, Lion's cock bobbed free, its shiny head as impressively flushed as Lion's rear as it peeped from the foreskin. Intrigued, Jacky coaxed the fleshy shield back, thumb teasing the gland previously hidden for only a brief moment. It was enough, still, to make Lion stifle another moan and arch, buttocks and thighs tensing as he thrust against that too-brief contact.

Jacky's arousal had become a dull, throbbing ache within his own pants and he wasted no time in releasing it from its confines, his fingers fairly flying to pop the tab and lower the fly of his pants. He drew the stiff shaft from within the leather, stroking it briefly as it swelled and hardened within his hand, until it jutted proudly toward his belly. He could nearly feel Lion's pause as the boy eyed Jacky's thick shaft, and stroked it once more for good measure, fingertips only barely touching as they encircled it.

"Ja'que," Lion began thickly, and Jacky realized with some surprise that it was the first time he'd heard Lion say his name; it was erotic as hell, with the throaty accent of Lion's native language. "I am a poor host."

Before Jacky had even had time to attempt to ponder his cryptic statement, Lion had shifted with mongoose-like speed and buried his face in Jacky's crotch. His tongue was a heavy dampness against Jacky's scrotum, laving firmly before being replaced by the press of his lips. Jacky could only groan when Lion drew one sheathed testicle into his mouth, suckling almost gently as his tongue set the rhythm of the sea, rolling in steady waves.

As before, Lion's butt was in the air, lovely and exposed by his low position. Reaching, Jacky's fingers found and curved around the twin globes, kneading the firm flesh in time with the motions of Lion's mouth. There was a brief pause as Lion went boneless, only to resume with growing eagerness on the neglected half of the ball sac.

Briefly fascinated by the rapidly-fading pale marks left by his fingers in the flush of Lion's backside, it didn't take long for Jacky to want to up the ante. It took only a slight movement of Jacky's hand, and then snow was spread, shockingly cold against the heat of Lion's abused skin.

Lion's resultant moan vibrated through them both, and for one white-hot moment, Jacky was certain that would be enough, and it would end with him coming over Lion's face. It was only after a fierce, if brief, struggle that he regained his tenuous control, applying another handful of snow to the other rosy cheek. Lion twitched violently in response, lips sealing in a tight kiss to the base of the thick vein defining the line of Jacky's cock and, encouraged, Jacky coaxed a clump of snow between Lion's cheeks, stroking it against the tight pucker until only water remained. The press of Lion's lips was almost frantic, and Jacky laughed softly as he collected fresh snow, pressing it against, then through, the rosebud of Lion's anus.

"Like that?" Jacky murmured as his fingers stroked the snug channel, slipping out only to return with a fresh clump of snow, spreading the chilly moisture within him. Lion was a constant squirm, back arching and twisting as he rode Jacky's fingers, mouth increasingly feverish against Jacky's cock as he strove for more.

"Enough, brat," Jacky growled, hands shifting abruptly to grip Lion's shoulders and press him back. Lion's mouth remained briefly in its 'o', then curved with a wicked grin as, without further prompting, he reversed his position, knees parting as he pressed his hips back toward Jacky, spread in invitation.

It was enough for Jacky; with only the lingering moisture of melted snow, Lion's saliva, and his own pre-cum as lubrication, Jacky guided himself to that tight opening, then thrust.

Lion arched again, a hoarse cry stuttering from his throat, and Jacky froze for a moment to adjust to the hot-cold-tight of Lion's body embracing his cock. It was an endless moment - and then Lion shifted and it was all Jacky could do to grab Lion's hips as he drove himself fully into him.

Theirs was not a gentle mating; Lion demanded and Jacky took. Lion stroked himself roughly with one hand, supporting himself on an elbow as he was rocked with the force of Jacky's thrusts. It seemed only heartbeats before Lion was coming, hot semen spilling over his fingers as he thrashed, fragmented growls rumbling past his lips. Lost in the abrupt contraction of Lion's muscles, Jacky embedded himself to the root, hips rolling spasmodically as his own climax rose over him in a wave, flooding Lion with fresh warmth.

It was far too soon when Lion pulled away, washing his hands clean of the sticky droplets with another handful of snow, then pulling his pants up with a good-natured grimace. "Not bad, old-- Ja'que," he grinned, giving Jacky a sideways glance as he pushed his hair back. "Let's take a breather, pick up again after lunch. If you can take another round, that is."

Jacky was left with a stunned look and the memory of Lion's cocky grin as the boy disappeared into the sprawling manse. Only the grimy feeling of drying sweat - and other substances - and his growing awareness of the chill of snow against bare skin confirmed that the whole thing hadn't been a hallucination.

Perhaps this wasn't as much of a vacation as he had thought.

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Notes and Disclaimers

Virtua Fighter is © Sega.

One Day at a Time is the beginning of a larger series. It's essentially a plotless little snippet to start off with.