Author's Notes: Written for Daryl-chan! (I told you I’d end up doing this...lol.)
This idea is actually somewhat unoriginal, but considering I’m sure most of you haven’t read the Japanese fics that went along with Bryan’s TTT ending, it won’t seem as UO. I’d always wanted to write something from Bryan’s initial POV, since I think my mind kinda works like his (and now you really know I’m fucked-up in the in the head). Anyway, uh yeah... this is scary, just like most Brei fics are, especially PWPs, unless they’re those sappy ones taking place before Bryan’s death, which are actually the ones that tend to scare me. I suppose the whole Bryan + Lei + fluff idea doesn’t compute in my head; especially after Bryan’s resurrection, that is, unless I want to make them so disgustingly OOC that I might as will do a find-and-replace for Jin & Xiaoyu.
And since I’m sure many of you haven’t read a fic from Bryan’s POV, then I’ll give you a short, little input. Basically, take the fics rated PG-13 or R sorely for the naughty words in Hwoarang’s POV and multiply them by one-hundred, while throwing in sicker thoughts than Michael Jackson has been accused of having on the side. Still, despite what anyone says because of this, I say Fury is damn cool. ::Hails Bryan in all his bad-ass glory::
Disclaimer: Bryan and Lei are my bitches. Well, actually... Bryan would most likely rip my head off without a second thought just because, and for the fact that I tried to take his bitch. *sigh* Don’t own anything but the scary fic – that pleasure goes to namco.
Mirror of My Hate
Bryan's POV:
Lei Wulong.
That stupid little shit. I can’t believe he would even think to denounce me for one fucking second. The idiot first gets me killed, only to repay me by attempting to kill me all over again.
Well you’ve got another thing ‘coming’, my dear Wulong. Yes indeed.
I stroll right through the crack between two buildings in this shitty town, pretending I know he’s not there waiting for me. As planned, I make myself visible to his presence, in which his own is then made quite evident to me as well.
“Get your hands up in the air, Fury!” Lei shouts with authority.
What..the..fuck? Oh no! It’s a little handgun, whatever shall I do?! I shoot him one of my most evil grins, and god I know how he hates them. In return, he shoots me something in return; a rapid series of bullets, one after the other. Chest, shoulder, head. That’s the order they hit me in. I hunch slightly, fuck, I can’t deny the way it still hurts like hell every time I get shot, but it’s a pain I welcome, knowing what pain I’ll soon return.
Blood leaks from my new wounds, but of course the bullets merely bounced right off of me, as I knew they would. The thin layer of metal beneath my skin will only allow the damn things to go so far. Once more, I fully stand. The same grin present on my face as before. I nearly burst out in a fit of laughter here and now at the expression on Lei’s face. He always has been a comical guy, though his senseless shit never amused me at all the way it did everyone else. But the current look on his face -- this surely amuses me.
Without another thought, I charge right for him at full speed, which is pretty damn fast. The idiot doesn’t even flinch one bit in reaction, standing there frozen. Is Wulong trying to show me he’s somewhat not a coward, even though I know damn well that’s what he is? Hell no, he’s just fucking scared, and he should be. You can’t kill a god.
I deliver him one of my fiercest uppercuts ever while emitting a loud growl of rage, knocking him back a damn good number of yards. The stupid fucker didn’t even know what hit um’.
He cries out in pain upon the delivery of my vicious blow, emitting another pathetic noise when hitting the street pavement. Still grinning, I walk over to where Lei’s gun has skidded off to, picking the insignificant weapon up with my right hand. Did I mention I’m a dead-shot? That’s where my nickname – Snake Eye – came from, though my name translates to ‘Snake’ in Japanese anyhow. Lei always was jealous of my shooting abilities back when we were partners on that shitty Chinese force of his. So surprised that someone could actually outdo the oh so high and mighty “Warrior Dragon Thunder” on so many levels. Bullshit. He was just as much of a pathetic bitch then as he is now. So, the dragon wants a piece of the snake now, does it? I’ll give him something alright...
Gun in hand, I head over to Lei’s fallen corpse – well – body. I’m not used to delivering anyone a blow without killing them, but this time I have a few other plans. Lei always did underestimate how smart I am, and oh how he loved to call me names. Stupid. Fool. Idiot. Sick. Twisted. I’ll give the little shit credit for the last two, at least. He would always get a lovely pleasure out of trying to put me down, to make him feel better about himself, I suppose. I guess I was never quite able to measure up to his first partner, since I was reminded this every goddamn waking moment I had to withstand with Lei. I’m sure the night I was shot right in front of him in that fucking Hong Kong alley he was more concerned about how his hair looked for the ladies than he was with my life. He always was such a dirty little slut.
Looking down upon Lei, what else would I do but take seat right down on him, my knees on either side of his thighs. I take his fully-loaded gun, tracing it along the side of his face. Make that trembling face. That’s it. Be afraid, you stupid bitch. He closes his eyes, murmuring some of his Chinese shit like I didn’t know the language by heart. I hate it, by the way. Sounds like a bunch of senseless yapping if you ask me, especially from Lei’s mouth, which is pretty much always doing this. Then, to his obvious surprise, I toss the gun away. Out of my grasp and onto the pavement it falls. This is the part where I feel I should have replaced the last use of the word surprise with his despair. I grin evilly.
I bet you couldn’t guess what happened next. I leaned down right over Lei, kissing his lovely lips violently. Naughty little cop’s been drinking again, it seems. As dumb as he is, you would think the alcohol does the thinking for him anyway, but no, it’s really all him. To drown out the taste of alcohol, I bite down on his lower lip, hard, replacing it with the sweet taste of his blood. Now this is my kind of taste. He whimpers in protest, his eyes now squinted in pain, unlike the look of shock which they first resembled a few seconds ago. The weakling struggles beneath me, but it’s worthless, of course. Hell, as weak as he is, I’m surprised he didn’t die a long time ago. I’m quite sure Nina Williams would beat him in an arm-wrestling match.
Caught up in my current state of arousal, I suppose I didn’t think fast enough for once. The little bitch delivers me a nice knee to the crotch, and I fall backwards slightly in reaction.
“You sick fuck!” Lei exclaims, half in rage, half in fear. He spits blood onto the ground as he scoots backwards, wiping his mouth as if trying to rid himself of something surely disgusting, some kind of contamination. That’s what the look on his face says, anyway. Well guess what, my little Lei? You just made one motherfuck of a mistake.
Lei’s grasping his chest now, so apparently he’s once again realizing the honest pleasure of receiving a punch to the ribcage from me. Not in any hurry, I stand up and walk a steady pace over to Lei’s gun which rest on the ground several yards away. Aww, the poor gun’s been terribly neglected of use, so I can’t help but feel sorry for it. Well, look’s like being the nice guy I am I’ll just have to do something about this.
I turn swiftly, and just like that, fire a shot.
Lei’s head flails back in pain at the sound. What a rude bitch. The little cunt couldn’t even find it in himself to thank me for bestowing a perfect shot at his collarbone. Half an inch lower, and I’d of hit him in the heart. But no, my little game has just begun... I once again toss Lei’s gun carelessly to the ground.
He never did have enough talent to win on talent alone.
Cheap shit.
Walking over to Lei’s writhing form, I grin once more not only at the scene before me, but at the knowledge that no one else from his crap force will be here to join us anytime soon. Just like Wulong to try to handle everything on his own, in which something always go wrong. Good job, Lei. You got your partner killed. You killed me. And to this day, I still don’t know for sure if it was done on purpose, though I can bet for hell’s sake it was. The asshole couldn’t stand to share the limelight with anyone else.
Lei seems to have a real knack for getting the people around him killed.
Well partner, looks like I died for you after all. Let’s see you do the same for me now.
Looking down at the fallen detective, if that’s even what you can call him in all his inconsequential glory, I stare into the gaze of his naturally large eyes, a now serious expression painted across my malicious face.
“I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you.”
I love the expression I’m now seeing on his own face. It’s of pure fear. The more amusing part is how the fear in him seems to outweigh the shock to some degree. That slut. That fucking slut. He does want this, doesn’t he? How the fuck dare he try to defy me this way?!
“Get away from me!!!” he yells as I kneel down. Yep, he guessed it. I’m going to fuck him raw right here on the pavement of a deserted alley. Alleys can just carry the damn best memories, can’t they? Reaching my eager right-arm downwards, I rip the shirt straight from Lei’s lovely body, drenching my hand in his blood. God, he looks so fucking beautiful covered in blood I can feel my dick getting harder just looking at him smeared in it, though I was already rather hard to begin with. Angered at his struggling, I deliver a hard smack to his face, smearing his cheek with his own blood, a taste which still lingers on my tongue to this very second.
“You shut your fucking mouth right now, or I’ll snap your goddamn neck fast enough to rip your head from your body, do you hear me?!” I yell with enraged animosity, sparking yet more fear in his widened eyes. I just love scaring the shit out of people, and to tear them apart limb by limb even more. Leaning down over Lei once more, I allow my tongue to dance along Lei’s shoulder, passing it over the gracious wound I gave him. Without a second thought, I delve my tongue right into it, prying until I relish in the taste of Lei’s blood.
“St-stop it! Please!”
The words are like music to my ears, enticing me to continue. I’m sure by now he can feel the stiffness of my groin poking into his own. I can’t wait to fuck that tight little ass of his. The whore’s finally going to pay for all those painful erections he caused me in the past while flashing around his slutty shit, flicking his hands through that magnificent hair of his. Newsflash: if you don’t want a dick fucking your ass, don’t hold up a sign asking for it. That’s why I never felt sorry for any of those murdered-whore cases I was forced to inspect in the past. The little tarts had it coming.
Swiftly, I grab the base of Lei’s pants with my hands, eager to rid him of them. Not only for the obvious reason that I’m eager to fuck him senseless, but because of how much I hated having to wear this shitty uniform, no matter how much Lei loved it. Funny how he can go from wearing this shit to dressing like a woman so quickly – I don’t give a fuck what his excuse is. He’s the gayest straight man I’ve ever seen. It’s just like a woman to make efforts to have everyone coming onto you. What a slut. Getting tired of hearing that word? Too bad. Calling people by their names is only natural.
After freeing Lei of those ugly-ass pants of his, I’m suddenly feeling too lazy to crawl forward to him, so instead, I decide to bring him to me. Grabbing the back of his knees, I rapidly pull Lei forward, causing him to once more wince. I’m sure the cement burn isn’t very appealing to him. Wasn’t to me either when I fell onto it to die all those years ago. Little Lei really is such a baby, so you can’t help but want to slap him to the ground where he belongs, making him crawl.
Damn, I hate kids.
Just because I feel like it, I deliver another fierce smack to the side of Lei’s face with the back of my hand, surely bruising the flesh. The thought of fucking him is the only thing keeping me from ripping the little bitch into enough pieces to litter this whole goddamn alley while painting the cement red with rivers of his blood. Aww... look. Now it seems the little whore is crying. And to think I haven’t seen tears of joy in his eyes since he won that ‘Detective of the Year’ award for the tenth time in row nearly fifteen years ago. I run my fingers soothingly through his beautiful strands of licorice hair, the band coming lose by the run of my long digits.
“I’m going to fuck you until your tight little ass bleeds like a bullet wound,” I whisper adoringly, in one of those voices a mother would use while trying to comfort a sick child. This was sarcastically spoken though, of course. I fucking meant every word I said.
I soon take his lengthy right-leg over my shoulder, noting the way Lei’s gasping increases more, which is hard to believe. Fuck, I really hope he doesn’t die of shock. True, I’d fuck him dead or alive, but that’d take a lot of the fun out if he couldn’t scream, now wouldn’t it?
With my left-hand, I gather a satisfying amount of Lei’s delicious blood on my palm as I run it along his smooth chest, before bringing my reddened left-hand down to the base of my cameo pants, which I thoroughly undue with my right-hand. I remove my firmness from the confines of my pants, wasting no time in drenching it completely in Lei’s blood, which shall serve well as lubrication for an easier slide into him. More will add on as I fuck him, of course.
“You will pay for this...” Lei arthritically murmurs. Come to think of it, Lei always did figure me too stupid to use a word with more than two syllables, because that’s what he saw me as; stupid. Well I’ll fucking show him how stupid he was now.
Without a second thought, I quickly thrust myself right into that tight little ass of his, unable to hold back a gratifying moan of pleasure. He, on the other hand, screams loud enough to where I wouldn’t be surprised if the glass window of a nearby shop cracked somewhere. What a stupid pansy. Tears well up in Lei’s eyes and shine his face as I continue to fuck him raw, and oh how I love every damn moment of it.
All the way out of him I pull, before fiercely slamming back into him, holding Lei’s wrists down on either side of his sweating body the whole while. Not that I ever had a problem in the first place, but the thrusts are getting easier. The blood, obviously. There’s a fucking lot.
“Bryan, please!!!”
Now there was a Kodak moment. Lei Wulong calling me by my first name. No surprise that even back when we were partners, he always called me Fury in that impish voice of his. I wasn’t allowed to call him Wulong, I’ll mention. He threatened to kick my ass whenever I did – that’s how serious about it he was. Damn, I fucking hate China. The Interpol really fucked me over that time.
Damn, the little bitch is still screaming. Who knew anyone could scream so much, especially a man. It’s much more rewarding to here a man screaming beneath me than any woman, feeling the power of it. Women don’t seem challenging enough to me – period.
Hmm, it seems little Lei has decided to fully submit. Not that his pointless struggling attempts did anything else other than amuse the hell outta me. He better be careful with how hard he scratches into the pavement. Wouldn’t want to break one his precious little nails. I lean down over Wulong’s shaking form not lighting up on my thrusts a bit, licking a long trail upwards from chest to neck, once again relishing in the taste of Lei’s luscious blood, more addicting than any alcohol I’ve ever tasted. I then stop my lips over the left side of his neck, smearing the area crimson as well. I suck the skin into my mouth, letting my hands trace Lei’s frail frame.
And he moans.
What a slut. I knew he wanted this, and now it’s made even more evident by the hardness pressing against my torso. Speaking of hard, it’s getting harder and harder not to discharge myself in Lei’s tight heat. Fucking him feels so damn good. His body was the only thing ever good about him; at all.
Moving the trail of my mouth to Lei’s lips, I kiss him. Hard. Hard and fast; there is no other way to do things. I’m not one fucking bit surprised when he kisses me back the moment I push my tongue into his mouth, but I guess the truth is that when your body’s fucked – your mind pretty much is too.
He’ll wanna die once this is over.
Lei draws his knees up on either side of me as I continue to ram into the writhing bitch, noting the changed look upon his eyes, shut or not. Nothing like a good fuck to take your mind off of getting shot, I always say. I can feel Lei’s blood seeping down my inner thighs now, quite sure I’ve ripped him in on the inside in every way possible.
I once more lick the wound I delivered him earlier, which still hasn’t ceased it’s bleeding. It’s obvious Lei’s getting off on the pain. His head thrashes back against the pavement, but with him being the hardhead he is I figure he doesn’t have to worry about smashing his skull open anytime soon.
I’m actually somewhat surprised when the little slut wraps his arms around my neck, as if he’s hanging on for dear life. Fuck it. I’m too close to spilling myself in his tight little ass to give a damn about anything else for the moment. Lei cries out yet again, soiling the thin space between us with his release, just as I’d intended. I follow shortly afterwards, cumming hard enough to make Lei wail still more in the pained pleasure he apparently adores so much. It’s suddenly just like old times.
I swiftly pull myself from Lei’s spent hole, making him emit a loud wince. I can tell just by looking at him that he’s getting weaker and weaker by the second from blood loss. Touching my fingers down between Lei’s legs, I can’t help but grin evilly still more when they come back up covered in blood. Noticing Wulong’s eyes are fixated on my fingers, I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean. From the present look on Lei’s face, I can’t tell rather the little bitch is disgusted or if he wants me to fuck him all over again.
For over ten years Lei Wulong forgot about me, but I’m quite sure after this moment, he’ll be thinking of me every damn second as long as he continues this pathetic, and all-around fake life of his. That’s right. I’m not going to kill him... yet. But I will. I quickly re-zip the fly to my dark, green pants, knowing it shouldn’t be long before the International Force of Fuckers arrives. Blood stains the area around my belt-buckle.
Apparently, little Lei has caught on to the idea I’m going to leave him here tattered and torn like the used whore he is. He couldn’t be more right. Killing him now would be too much of a privilege on the bitch’s behalf.
Right when I’m about to get up off the rough cement, I’m suddenly caught off guard when Lei grabs the back of my neck with his hand and waste no time in giving me a whet kiss to the mouth, surely tasting his own blood on my tongue.
What the fuck?
He then whispers in my ear, trying to shield his voice from the pain filling his broken body. “I know you’re trying to make me crave your contact again, and that you want thoughts of you to endlessly plague my mind to the point where I go mad with anger, regret, and lust. Sorry, Bryan, that’s not how I feel about you, but how you feel about me...”
I backhand the bitch right across his blood-streaked face for his smart talk. I’d like to rip that fucking jaw right off that pretty little face of his and shower the cement completely with his thick, crimson blood in a freak fest of red rain. I then hear the distant sounds of those motherfucker sirens sparking noises in the distance. A loathing grin rather than frown resurfaces on my lips when the thought crosses my mind of how exactly the hell Lei’s going to explain what happened to him. He’ll fucking lie, that’s for sure.
“Catch you later, partner,” Lei mocks as my back turns, his voice pain-filled, though he tries to hold it back to seem less weak. Usually, I’m the one always mocking that last statement he made to him, always right before I get away.
“Fuck you, yanse lang,” I state.
“Shi, we’ll see about that...”
I will. I certainly fucking will.
~End
A/N: For those of you who were wondering... that was Bryan calling Lei a "man whore" in Chinese at the end...lol...