#willofyaoi

[liukangofficial]

@willofyaoi said: I...I didn’t know Cole was an orphan too XD

yo i missed it too until my last rewatch and i was like....what the hell! what the hell. and now my feeble memory is failing me AGAIN and i can’t remember if he tells anyone else, but i think he only said it to raiden?

also i am very sorry for co-opting your ask that was probably liulao-intended IM SORRY

[bastardsunlight]

Do you and Liu drink? If so which one of you get drunk easily?

“In moderation, yes.” Kung Lao considers a moment just how much information he is willing to share on this topic. “We are monks, not nuns... so it is not forbidden in our code, but in the case of the Chosen One...” There is laughter in his voice. “Extreme moderation is... usually advisable.”

It is one of Kung Lao’s only two true victories over Liu Kang.

[sxvethelastdance]

Liu, have you ever seduced your friend?

He cracked one eye open, fingers wrapped around the beads which had become commonplace around his wrist. It was evident from the knot between his brows to the tightness in his shoulders that he did not appreciate this line of questioning. 

 “That is none of your business.” Never mind the flash of careful hands upon familiar arms behind his eyelids, or the way that his gaze flickered from Kung Lao’s eyes to his mouth, signaling the next proper course of action. The night before had seen a rather clever use of the broom closet as a venue, the wall more than sturdy for a number of purposes when intentions were communicated and expectations leveraged into action. 

However, that was between himself and Kung Lao. Liu Kang didn’t care to invite others into the matter. Though for good measure he elected to add 30 more minutes to his meditation. 

[bastardsunlight]

What would you give to Liu as a birthday present?:)

Kung Lao considers this a moment. Liu Kang is an orphan. They do not know his date of birth and Liu Kang does not discuss his origin. He considers the day master Bo’ Rai Cho plucked him out of the gutter to serve a greater purpose to be his rebirth and that is good enough for Kung Lao.

“We take vows of poverty, as a matter of course,” says the elite monk, “but I try to cook his favorite meal and steal him away for a few hours.” 

[bastardsunlight]

Does Liu often bath with you?

“He does,” Kung Lao responds without looking up from the task of sewing a patch in a white gi. All tasks are split between the disciples of the temple, chosen or not. HIs fingers work skillfully as he closes the gaps in the cloth with deft swiftness. Tying a section off, he allows his eyes to rise, a sharp, flinty glint in them, warning, daring any implications of impropriety. 

After all, what he and Liu Kang do is absolutely between them. So what if sometimes they find each other uncovered and glistening with fresh water and maybe in their young, excruciating passion, take time to love each other in every sweet, aching way their creative minds can conceive whenever possible. After all, they may not have long to live...

[bastardsunlight]

[Can be either to Liu Kang or Kung Lao] Can you guys have intimacy while being a monk?

“If you are quick enough, you can have just about anything... and I am the quickest of the White Lotus.” Kung Lao’s response is cheeky, his grin wide, his eyes twinkling with mischief and delight. Unbeknownst to him, he has, in fact, played himself, but pride goeth before the fall and that fall is especially hard when it is for your best friend.

Ask my muse increasingly personal questions; see how far you can push them.

[bastardsunlight]

I heard that you like to play hide-and-seek with Liu XD

Kung Lao’s eyes pop wide and he flushes to his ears. “I--” He sputters a few helpless syllables and looks around for an escape. “Master Bo’ Rai Cho has need of me... occupy yourself s...somehow.” He moves off stiffly but swiftly, alarmed and seeking not Bo’ Rai Cho, but Liu Kang. He must be warned!

[sxvethelastdance]

Liu, have you ever desired to be more....intimate with your friend?

“I should hope that you don’t ask everyone you meet this question. It is quite invasive.”

His thoughts turned to the days spent training, the tired but exhilarated press of their foreheads, their hands linked as they led one another to yet another scheme for which the Masters would have their backs and behinds. Kisses stolen in the quiet shadows, brooms and mops brushing their elbows as they snickered quietly and shushed one another, for they never knew when footsteps would pass outside the door. Of the many nights spent huddling for warmth and inching closer toward much, much more. Close, but not quite.

He shakes his head. Some propriety must be preserved, for it is between himself and his friend. No one else.

“I have all that I need with Kung Lao.”