Physical Communication

Silence. It was a new sound for New York City after what had taken place. A gate to another dimension had opened up, pouring strange heroes and villains from a world beyond. Everyone had evacuated. Chris Redfield had been sent in on the field to help handle the situation. He had dealt with much in his life, but nothing like the likes of Dormammu or Doctor Doom. However, the chaos had been undone. The heroes and villains of this bizarre world have been sent back. All that remain are the people of Chris’ world left to pick up the pieces. Searching the city, Chris stumbled into an abandoned bar.

“Here we go. This is what I need.” Chris rubbed his horrible headache. It had been quite a night. He stumbled over to the bar and slid over behind the counter. “I could use a nice drink… or seven.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet, leaving a twenty dollar bill by the register. He poured himself a drink. The bell hanging above the bar door jingled. Someone else walked in. Chris glanced over.

Ryu walked in with his usual traveling bag. He rested it on a table and sat at the bar. “Do they have water, by any chance?”

Chris looked under the counter and spotted a fridge full of water bottles. He tossed one to Ryu. “How’s it going, Mr. Big Shot. I heard you were a good fighter, but I never imagined you were capable of some of the stuff you did out there.”

“I have encountered those fighters before. Previous encounters were more pleasant.” Ryu drank some water.

“New for me. Though Jill mentioned something about them.” Chris shrugged. “I’m beginning to think this world is a lot more complicated that I was led to believe.”

“You fought well, though.” Ryu nodded. “You possess no superhuman abilities or fighting styles, yet you have such incredible strength.”

Chris slid back over the counter and sat next to Ryu with a beer. “Well… The job I do… Kind of requires me to keep in shape.”

“Would you mind if I fought you?”

Chris nearly spit out his beer. “Excuse me?”

“I… enjoy communicating with people through combat. It doesn’t have to be violent. Just a friendly spar.” Ryu asked politely. “I would like to get to know you more. You have more strength than you let on.”

“Yeah… No. No offense, but the ‘street fighting’ thing isn’t really my style. I don’t enjoy fighting. I just do it because I have to.”

Ryu smirked. “I understand.” He didn’t sound disappointed. He was at peace with the decision. Ryu got off his seat for a moment and moved toward his travel bag.

Chris neglected him and focused on his beer. “Sorry. I respect what you and your crew do, but I’m protector. Not a fighter.” He took a drink. He could suddenly feel Ryu’s hands creep up from under his arms. Chris slowly lowered his beer. “What…” Ryu began feeling Chris up, in his skin-tight green shirt. Chris leaned back slightly as Ryu’s hands explored, feeling every abs and pec that was bulging through his shirt. “What are you doing?” Chris didn’t sound distressed, but confused.

“A friend of mine… Ken. He tells me that often times he communicates in a similar but different way with other people.” Ryu embraced his body. “I’ve tried it a few times. If you want me to stop, I c~”

“Wait!” Chris took his beer and began chugging it. Ryu released his hands, confused as to what Chris was doing. Chris placed his beer back on the counter, now empty. He turned to Ryu. “Alright, I’m good.” He grabbed the side of Ryu’s neck and planted his lips on him. Ryu fell back slightly by surprise, but pushed the kiss back harder. He felt Chris’ face, rubbing the gruff on his rugged jawline. Chris pushed him against the wall as they violently gasped for air between lip locks. He began peeling off Ryu’s gi off his shoulders, exposing his chest. Chris kneeled down and began smooching Ryu’s cleavage.

Ryu caught his breath and tried removing some of Chris’ clothes. He examined the various straps and belts of his outfit. “I… I may need help undressing you.” Ryu stated, embarrassed. Chris stopped and laughed. Chris began unbuckling his own shoulder straps, which fell to the floor as he continued kissing his way down Ryu’s body. Ryu reached over him and began pulling Chris’ shirt up from his back. Chris fought the shirt and tried to keep his lips on Ryu’s bronze abs. His nose nibbled against body. He smiled and finally let Ryu pull his shirt completely off.

Chris embraced Ryu, meeting him face to face. Their chests pushed up against each other. “How are we doing this? You or me?”

“You.”

“Okay, but I’m riding you.” Chris released Ryu and quickly unbuckled his pants, revealing his jockstrap. Ryu dropped his pants and gi just as fast, leaving him with only white briefs. Chris lifted Ryu slightly and positioned him onto one of the dining tables on the bar. However, both of their weight caused the table to break. Ryu crashed onto the ground. “Shit!” Chris shouted.

“Do it on the floor! It’s alright!” Ryu slid his briefs off as he spoke. He wasn’t in any pain from the crash. “Come on!” The briefs came off, exposing his uncut dick. Ryu stroked it in serious anticipation. Chris, having his ass exposed with his jockstrap, squatted down. “Ready?” Ryu asked. Chris nodded. He began sitting on Ryu’s dick, cowgirl style. Chris looked up and winced. His pecs and muscles tensed up with veins popping everywhere. He grunted and whined. He leaned forward and landed his hands on Ryu’s body. They started to grind. “Is this… working for you?” Chris asked in panting breaths. He was starting to sweat. It dropped down his sculpted body and slid down onto Ryu. “The whole… communication thing?”

“Yeah.” Ryu moaned. His chest dripping with both his own and Chris’ sweat. He raised his arms and began pulling down on Chris’ jock strap. A pink circumcised dick throbbed out. Chris got off Ryu’s dick and slid the jockstrap off. Ryu grabbed Chris and pushed him onto the bar counter, lifting him up. Ryu gripped onto Chris waist as they continued. Chris leaned back, stretching his arms out in orgasmic ecstasy while knocking over glasses. He glanced back at Ryu. Ryu was becoming stern and serious in expression, as sweat dripped down his face. It was as if a power was overwhelming him. He was picking up the speed. Chris covered his mouth, as he began to moan loudly. Ryu began shouting. “I’m… I’m…” Ryu pulled out and cum shot out onto Chris’ body. Ryu grunted, as semen splattered onto Chris’ abs.

Chris rubbed the cum over his body. “Shit… I needed that… How do you~” Before Chris could say another word, Ryu leaned in and began sucking Chris’ dick. “Oh!~ Oh!~ Okay! That’s good too!” Ryu rubbed and sucked with each hand exploring Chris’ ass. Chris leaned forward in pleasure. “Shit, man…” Ryu was moving fast. “Ryu… Slow down… I’m gonna cum too soon…” Ryu didn’t respond. He kept the pace going. Chris began to twine, wrapping his legs around Ryu in pure pleasure. “R-Ryu!” Chris shouted.

Chris could hear the sound of Ryu swallowing the cum that poured out from Chris’ dick. He gave a silent orgasm.

Both had stopped. The only sounded that remained was the two of them desperately trying to catch their breath. Ryu, however, was still in his bizarre trance. “Ryu!” Chris tried to snap him out of it, gently cradling his face. “Ryu!”

Ryu woke up from his phase. “Sorry… Got a little ahead of myself.” He stood up, completely naked. “...Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Chris got up, aching from the encounter. “That Ken friend of yours… I think he’s onto something. Just… maybe you should consider going a little slower?”