Aka a Rocky x Male!OC nobody asked for but I wrote cuz I have this urge to write more kgf fanfiction as there is barely any
Set after kgf 1, canon after that takes all lil trip to idc where
“How does it feel Azaan?" Rocky asked in the mocking imitation of the question he had had to face every single time when the man in question would manage to get away from him. Currently he had him pinned beneath him in a way even the most slippery eel would have to admit defeat.
Rocky had met Azaan a few months ago on one of his trips to Russia. He had been playing a bunch of his stupid bodyguards into a debt that even the next three of their generations would have been unable to repay. Of course the meat heads had decided that the best course of action was to eliminate the man. Which proved to be a mistake. Like an ant to sugar, Rocky had been attracted. They were meat heads but they were HIS meat heads. Vanaram would not even bear the thought of anything lesser than the bestest killers in the whole subcontinent serving as his protection. What he had found was the supposed best protectors hospitalized, taken out eight against one. The bill had already been paid by the one who landed them there. His team had managed to track the mystery fighter down and Rocky himself had flown in to confront him.
To everyone’s surprise and Vanaram’s offended dismay, he hadn’t gone there to get vengeance. See he had a simple rule, he needs to be on top. At all times. Top of the food chain with everything that is the best in the world, guns, jobs, men, women. Even his fling with Reena had happened because she was singularly the most arrogant and fiery rich brat in Bangalore. Rocky had tried preserving what he had felt for her, though getting together with her wasn’t his intention when he kidnapped her. That was a fear tactic for her father. And he had loved the layers of her that he had started seeing, the strength, the playfulness, the care and the anger. Unfortunately she was not used to his brutality. He had let her go after the threat of her father had been eliminated.
Now this man, this one man army that had managed to injure his men heavily enough yet hadn't killed a single one, he wanted this man. As his guard or commander or what he didn’t know. But he clearly was one of the best and so instead of putting a bullet in his head when they surrounded him, he offered him a seat. First thing he noticed about the other man was his eyes, they seemed a normal brown but kept shifting into darker shades that made him look as unhinged as Rocky in the depths of his bloodlust. He had a slighter and shorter frame, Rocky was built like a wall, Azaan was all lean muscles and grace. At a passing glance, he would be brushed off as a non threat. But quite obviously he was not a non threat. He was a good enough threat to fight Rocky himself to a standstill and show a finger at any and all ambition. He was an enigma and Raja Krishnappa Bairya was nothing if not a curious man who couldn’t keep his fingers to himself. And Azaan turned out to be the kind of motherfucker who got a kick out of nearly dying and out of dancing on the head of an angry animal.
Azaan smirked and moved his head up towards him instead of down, getting close enough that their breaths mingled. Rocky refused to move back. In his long twenty nine years of life, moving back was not an action he had been able to learn. So even though his breath had effectively started malfunctioning without his fucking permission, he stared right back into the asshole’s stupidly magnetic eyes, with a sinking feeling that he was whipped however hard he tried to fight it. And fight he did. Every single one ending with the damned question.
“How does it feel, Raja?”
How does it feel to not be able to win every fight, to not get everything you want… how does it feel to have everything so close to you yet not in your hands…
A positively disturbing smile crept up Azaan’s face before he closed the distance between them and awkwardly brought their lips together. Raja lost his grip on Azaan as well as reality as his brain struggled to process what was happening. In that second, the other man had not only freed his hands and gripped his locks to make it a proper kiss but also used his lack of concentration to roll them over. He had bit and coaxed his way into his mouth with him subconsciously responding right back. By the time his brain had stopped showing error, the little shit had moved off of him and had already started walking backwards towards the exit. Grinning down at him as he tried to collect enough words to form a sentence, he asked the question again, this time slightly different.
“How did that feel, Raja?”
