Sore Loser

Jett felt the sweat pouring off of him as he threw blow after blow into the heavy punching bag. How many had it been now? At least a hundred by his count.

Yeah, he was really starting to feel each one.

While his form and fighting style were unorthodox, it didn't mean he didn't need to hone himself, especially with the fight he had ahead of him. After a few more blows he could feel in his bones, he called it quits.

Heading to the fridge provided to him, he was soon knocking back some ice cold water like a man returned from the desert, finishing with a sigh.

What were the odds on their fight last he checked? Like 30 to 1 in her favor? It kinda hurt.

Not that he was really surprised. He was a nobody and she was anything but, both in the seedy world of street fighting and the humorless world of police work. And such a beauty as well…

Worst came to worst, there were worse things than getting your ass kicked by a beautiful woman.

Mmm, he was still feeling confident. He might be a nobody compared to her, but he hadn't lost a fight yet. It's how he even got himself into a position to fight her.

Cracking his neck, his eyes caught on a notebook containing some sensitive information he procured. He had meant to dangle it over her head later, win or lose, but why not now, when she would still be looking at him as a kid in over his head?

She should already be somewhere around the complex as well, so off he went. The best things were done by whimsy, life had taught him.

It took a bit of walking, but finally he found her. And mid-practice, just like he had been, her powerful legs causing the wooden dummy to splinter and crack apart in places.

And her form… he made a chef's kiss at the sky. It was perfect.

Already in her signature costume that happily showed her legs off, she really was a dream. And then she knocked off the dummy's head with a kick and spun around to face him down sternly. Or up, seeing as he was the textbook definition of tall and lean.

It didn't take her long to recognize him. "Mr. Black." She had just a slight hint of a Hong Kong accent.

"Jett," he corrected. "Or Jett Black. Just not Mr. Black."

His eyes slid down to her legs again. Man, he had a problem.

He could only imagine what they would look like without the leggings. Soft skin the color of cream or morning snow that went on forever…

He heard her clear her throat, reminding him to have at least a little tact. "Our fight is not for another hour… Jett."

"Yep," he cheerily replied. "I thought I would say hello, maybe see if you're interested in a friendly wager. We could even do a little pre-fight banter!"

She gave a sigh. "They told me you were young."

"I'll have you know I have a degree."

"And you decided you would do this instead?" she asked doubtfully, shifting on her feet slightly.

"Hey, don't judge. You're a veritable Sherlock Holmes and you're here, aren't you?"

Her jaw tightened. "I have my reasons."

"I'll bet you do," he teased. "You suspect S.I.N. is a part of Shadaloo, and you're here to prove it. But there's something else as well, hmm?"

Suddenly she was looking at him like he was a criminal. It was kind of hot… and maybe not untrue.

He raised his hands in a gesture of peace as she took a step forward. "You don't have to jump down my throat. I said I had a degree, didn't I? A job and everything. It'll bore you to tears though, so how about we just move on to the wager."

"I should take you into—"

"You win and I'll give you everything I've found. I win and you let me take you out tonight. Simple, right? Maybe we can even let off some steam in another way at the end? I've been told I'm an attentive lover."

For a moment Chun-Li seemed stupefied at his naked boldness, and he just grinned. It's what he lived for.

"Is this some perverted joke to throw me off?"

"I think you know by now that I know something at least." He gave her a grin with his pearly whites. "Up to you if you think you're woman enough to risk a little something to get it."

Her brows scrunched together noticeably. "Have it your way. I was going to go easy on you."

Something told him she still would… at least until she couldn't afford to. She was too nice for her own good that way.

"Sweet. Shake on it?"

She grumpily offered her hand, and shake on it they did. The first step of his half-baked plan was complete! And now? Now he just had to win.

Easy, right? At least he had something of a plan after watching how she moved.

Anyway, it wasn't long after that that the fight was on.

She stood calm as a mountain opposite him, every breath of hers measured. None of his opponents so far had shown such class or skill.

Of course, he tried to match her energy as the announcer introduced them.

"YOU ALL KNOW HER! THEY CALL HER THE STRONGEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD! GIVE IT UP FOR CHUUUUUUUN-LIIIIIII!"

The announcers for his previous fights hadn't been so enthusiastic either. This guy sounded like he had just taken a bump of cocaine on the down low.

Still, he wasn't going to judge. Jett even joined in the cheers himself, drawing another sigh from her when she saw it.

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING HER CHALLENGER! GIVE IT UP FOR THE CROOKED MAN, JEEEEEEEEEEET BBBBLACK!"

The cheers were kinda pathetic this time around, but at least there were cheers. Yeah, they probably all bet on the long shot…

At least Chun-Li politely clapped her hands in kind. Then the countdown started.

This was it. He was in the big leagues now.

He watched as she launched herself at him as soon as the count was done with incredible speed, and the next moment she was already driving her leg into his hastily raised guard. The sheer force from the blow traveled up and down his bones like some kinda rollercoaster.

It was fucking awesome.

When she saw his grin, she hesitated. She fell back just in time to avoid his leg moving diagonally several times to strike her in the belly.

Heh. The Crooked Man they called him, and not for nothing.

Chun-Li sped forward again, intent on finishing this quickly, but he just pretzeled himself out of the way, the grin still on his lips. What a rush!

Not that she would let something like that stop her, throwing so many kicks his way that they practically blurred together. He had to tank a few hits, but there wasn't as much power behind them as her earlier kicks. He could live with a few bruises.

It was time he went on the offensive.

He vaulted forward unnaturally, looking up at her almost from the ground as he spun like a demented top. He probably looked like something out of a horror movie as he shambled around her sweeping kicks to try and find an opening. Unlike her, he had no reason to leave any bruises on her, and many reasons not to.

Finally, after maybe a minute of that tomfoolery, he found it.

As he landed on her back and wrapped himself around her midsection, he was reaching for her neck when she suddenly vaulted in the air herself, spinning so quickly that it gave him vertigo. Then he got the wind knocked out of him as she landed on his back.

It was enough for her to escape, to his chagrin.

If only it really had been that way to win. But no, she was coming in again, this time even faster. Jett took that to mean that she was done holding back.

Her magnificent legs were like a helicopter's blades as she closed the distance between them. It was all he could do to avoid the worst of it, even as he took on more and more bruises.

It was when she started throwing ki blasts around whenever he tried to gain some distance that he knew this was over.

If he played fair, that is. In the end she had a good heart. Too good.

When he took a blow to his head, he made it look much worse than it actually was, and she faltered in worry. It was when she glanced at the referee that he mustered his own ki and with an impossibly sharp turn he vanished.

Jett tried not to think. Thinking in this space between spaces was… not good. He just twisted himself through that split second of time all the way behind her, and this time he went for the head.

By the time she reacted, it was already too late. She still tried, even ramming his back into a conspicuously placed motorcycle this time, but she was already slowing without fresh oxygen.

Experienced fighter that she was, she knew when she was beat, so tapped his thigh before she could pass out. Victory had never tasted sweeter, even if he still had one round left to win.

"ARE YOU SEEING WHAT I AM SEEING? CHUN-LI TAPS OUT! WHAT AN UPSET!"

Untwisting himself allowed her to suck in air as he hopped to the floor. His body always felt like jelly after a fight, but it was already returning to firmness as ki bled out of him.

The bruises came back to haunt him with a vengeance though.

Chun-Li's dark eyes looked at him with some frustration. "That was a cheap trick," she argued, but then she shook her head and sighed. "And yet it doesn't change the outcome."

He tried not to look too snooty as she gave a slight bow at his victory.

"You can take it as a compliment that I had to fight dirty. You're something else, you know? I'm probably more bruises than person right now."

She rubbed at her wrists as she looked away with a funny look, her signature spiked bracelets jostled slightly.

As the second round started, she was much more wary, something that honestly only played in his favor. With him already being up a round, a tie would mean he won.

It hit Chun-Li soon enough as well when he didn't go on the offensive, and so she was forced to as the clock ran down. It wasn't easy, and there were more than a few close calls, but he had succeeded in taking her on a merry chase.

And finally, as the clock struck zero, it was over. He had won.

The announcer was screaming into everyone's ear like a lunatic, but Jett didn't have eyes for him. Nah, his eyes were on the beauty that had sunk to her knees, huffing and puffing up a storm.

Shit, he was feeling beat himself, his well of ki having almost run dry.

He offered her a hand. "No hard feelings?"

Chun-Li huffed and puffed some more as she glared at his hand, but eventually she let him. One of her hair buns, or ox horns, had also lost its cloth, giving her a lopsided appearance he found cute.

"How soon do you want to leave?" Jett asked, and given the look like she had just swallowed a lemon, he knew that she knew what he meant. "Unless you want to go back on our handshake? That would be very uncool."

She was sporting that stern face a teacher might make again. "In an hour," she whispered, almost lost among the boos and cheers of the crowd.

He gave her a grin. "For you, I can wait that long." He caught her hand as she made to leave, running his thumb over her knuckles. "And no leggings. Let yourself live a little!"

Her cheeks reddened again as she tugged her hand back and power walked out of the arena.

One of the attendees for the tournament, a guy with glasses so thick that he struggled not to laugh, ran up to tell him his next fight would be in a week. Though apparently his opponent hadn't yet been decided.

He would have to check who else was in his bracket when he had the time.

Stalking back to his part of the complex like a man on a mission, Jett popped into the shower, the hot water washing all the sweat away. He turned on the cold water at the last minute to cool himself down.

He would need his wits to woo a woman like Chun-Li.

After he put on some nice clothes, he waited for her outside, where the sun had already begun to set. The horizon had almost swallowed it completely when he saw her.

He waved to her as he took her in, and she walked over dutifully. While she hadn't exactly went out of her way to dress up for him, she still honored his silly request to leave her legs bare. Jett could feel himself getting hard as a rock at the sight, so he tried to look elsewhere.

Her outfit had changed as well, still very Oriental and martial arts-y, but more casual.

He did the gentlemanly thing while looking anything but, kissing the back of her hand. "I was thinking we could grab a bite to eat first. There's a café nearby."

Chun-Li nodded slightly, though she didn't know what to do with him holding her hand still as they walked, only trying to pull it back once.

As they entered and took a seat at a table, he sighed at the expression she was making. "Why so glum? I'm being the very picture of a gentleman, aren't I?"

She threw a sour look at him. "I should be continuing the investigation, not spending my time so frivolously."

"Right. The investigation." He took a notebook out of his pocket, sliding it over to her with a smile. "All yours."

Her brows scrunched together in confusion, but she couldn't help herself. And as she read, her lips slightly parted in surprise as well. "This is…"

"I figured I'd give it to you anyway. You're welcome."

She read through it some more as he patiently watched. Then she turned to stare at him. "How did you—"

"I mentioned a job that would bore you to tears."

She didn't approve of his vagueness, but he knew just what to say to point her somewhere else. "You'll want to turn to the thirteenth page."

As she read, he could practically feel how pissed she was. But that was to be expected. The man that killed her father, who she believed she had avenged, wasn't actually dead.

The mumbojumbo as to how he did it escaped him, but that wasn't important right now. Maybe he would poke at this quote-unquote Psycho Power later.

Chun-Li let out a breath soon, forcing herself to calm. "I am not sure if I can admit this as evidence, Jett, but thank you." Her eyes found him again. "I don't think I understand your motivation here."

He hummed, leaning back in his seat. "It's nothing so complicated. I'm not a bad guy, you know. Though with a name like mine, I can see why you might have assumed otherwise."

She gave a snort, her fingers tugging at her outfit absently. "I assumed otherwise because of your lecherous eyes."

"Ah, well, that's also fair. I will not pretend to be ashamed of my great love for strong, beautiful women." Mmm, he treasured her blush now. She even let him run the back of his fingers along the smooth skin of her thigh. "I meant what I said about my being an attentive lover."

"I did not agree to anything of the sort," she shot back.

"Technically you kind of did," he teased, "but I am not so mercenary as to hang that over your head. I want you to play ball. You've been so obsessed with your work… isn't it time you let yourself try something else?"

"Hmph. Not with a man like you." Jett gave her a terrible pout as she continued. "And with this," she said as she gave the notebook a wave, "you can bet that I cannot afford a romantic distraction."

"You're looking at it all wrong, hot stuff. I don't want to distract you. We could be like… what was it…" He clicked his fingers. "A power couple! Yeah!"

Though she just looked at him confused. Boo.

"We can go at it together, Chun-Li," he tried instead. "I got all this in just a few lazy afternoons, you know. Just call me James Bond."

She sighed as she considered his words. "You're persistent. Like a mosquito. And just as annoying as one in a fight also."

He gave her a shit-eating grin. "What can I say? You're worth it. Although I don't want to just prick you."

"And you are completely without shame," she criticized harshly. "My heart… it doesn't have room for another right now, Jett." She seemed to muster some determination, her eyes serious. "Having said that… maybe I could allow us to fool around some."

Okay, saying something like that so seriously? Fucking hot.

"Let's do it." He touched a hand on one of her ridiculous thighs, drawing a flinch and a blush at the same time. "Won't stop me from trying to worm my way into your heart anyway."

His cheesecake had just arrived, but he found himself hungry for something else. He took her hand and stood.

"You'll find I don't half-ass things either. I know just how introduce you to the finer points of fooling around. That is to say hot, steamy sex in a public restroom."

Jett wished he could take a picture of the look she gave him, but he was already pulling her by her hand. It was a nice, upscale place, so it wasn't like it was a dump inside.

Yeah, it was just the right amount of trashy.

"You cannot be serious," she whispered when they were inside.

"Deadly serious," he teased. "You could have kicked me through the window when I suggested it, you know."

"That doesn't mean—"

She suddenly went quiet as a mouse. For perfectly understandable reasons, of course. He just had some slacks on, so it wasn't hard to just pull them down.

He didn't quite expect her to point an accusing finger at it, however. "What is that thing?"

He didn't take offense. "Don't tell me it's your first time seeing one."

"That is not what I meant," she hissed at him.

"You'll have to explain."

Chun-Li gave him a look like he was a pervert and a criminal and all kinds of unpleasant things again. "It's almost a match for my forearm, and it looks like it's bent."

She said it all so bluntly that he was impressed.

He flooded the part of him hanging between his legs with some ki, straightening it out. "Happy?"

She gave him a dull look. "No. I'm in here with a pervert and a lecher. I should let you spend the night in a cell."

"The great Chun-Li, terrified of a cock."

She did not approve of his joke. "Put it away."

"You're just not seeing the benefits of a magic cock. I get it. You're practically a virgin." He squinted at her. "Are you a virgin?"

"That is not something you ask," she told him angrily, her accent acting up. "I am not having that thing inside me. Definitely not in here!"

Hmm. "That's fine. There's plenty fun we can have even without that."

She didn't expect him to take her hand again and take her to sink, slipping behind her.

"If anything, it's fitting we start with this." Chun-Li eyed him in the mirror in front of them, a dizzying whirlwind of emotions in her dark eyes.

She let out a hiss through her teeth when she felt it poking between her thighs, and then he took her dress and pulled it up higher, revealing her creamy thighs and some part of her cheeks. It was a sight that tore at his sense of reason.

He told her as much, but she just deflected. "What are you even—"

He answered her question by shoving his cock between her thighs, the head poking out the other side. "I think you get the idea. Squeeze them together."

He groaned when she did as he asked, turning her ridiculous thighs into a creamy vice. It was better than he even hoped for.

Chun-Li gasped as he gave a hard thrust, bracing herself on the sink. Then she just stood there awkwardly as he pumped into her thighs, her cheeks growing redder as the length of it dragged along her pussy. Already she was wet.

"I'm making love to your legs," he husked into her ear, worsening her blush. "Aren't you jealous?"

She avoided his eyes in the mirror now, instead looking down to see the head pop out of her thighs with each of his thrusts. He flooded himself with some ki again to make it more fun.

"It's twitching," she complained. "Moving."

"Shhhh. You'll like this." The angry purple head was soon dragging along her clit instead, and she started to get into it herself. "You see?"

Chun-Li started rocking her hips back instead of answering him, doing with ease what would be a Herculean task to others. This was why he loved strong women.

He could feel her movements getting more desperate as well. She was close.

Finally, with a groan and a whimper, she came, her beautiful features twisting into a delightfully stupid expression. He loved this.

Wrapping his arms around her as she slowed, he kept pumping, and soon he painted the sink and even parts of the mirror white, groaning into her ear.

He felt her leaning back into him as he came to, her eyes closed.

It didn't last as her modesty returned, complaining to him how it was trickling down her thighs as well. He just sighed happily and pulled her back against his chest, and surprisingly, she stopped.

Heh. Maybe he would worm his way into her heart after all…

AN: I didn't go into this thinking I would write like 3k words of PLOT. It just kind of took on a life of its own. The Crooked Man is to blame.