Wolverine vs Akuma
Wolverine and Akuma. The X-Man and the Raging Demon. The two had fought countless times over the years, always to a standstill. Regardless, Akuma had only to hint to the mutant that he was a figure from his murky past and that revelation drew Wolverine to him over and over again, like a moth to flame.
But their battles never had a definitive victor. Wolverine's adamantium claws couldn't cut through the sheer gap in skill between them, and not even Akuma's satsui no hadou could fully overcome Wolverine's healing factor. Instead they always parted dissatisfied, clothes ripped and torn, vowing to challenge each other again another day.
Until now.
Akuma fumed over Wolverine's lap, shreds of his fighting gi scattered all around. The match had gone well at first, with his relentless air fireballs chipping away at Wolverine's health like usual. But the savage mutant had only been biding his time, a far cry from his usual unrestrained fighting style. One Berserker Barrage X and the fight—as well as Akuma's gi—had been finished.
He grit his teeth as the X-Man raised his arm and—almost lazily—gave his upturned ass a stinging swat. He hadn’t been put in such a position in years. Surely not since he'd embraced the hatred locked deep within his heart. To experience it now was far more humiliating than he'd imagined.
And yet, he'd been hearing strange rumors of... spankings for weeks. Not only of the heroes and the street fighters disciplining each other, but Wolverine himself having become some sort of one-man army. It was said he disabled any fighter he came across and then punished them until they wailed their surrender. Even former allies weren't safe from his calloused palm. Something had changed within him.
Akuma grit his teeth as his ass received another painful slap, and then another. "You think this will make me talk?” he snarled, “That I'll reveal your secret history to you? You will never—NNGH!"
Wolverine had cut him off with an even harder spank. A good, solid whack, of a kind Akuma had previously felt only at the hands of Gouken. "Don't care if you talk, bub," he said, smugly. "Only care if you whimper."
That brought Akuma up short. Always before Wolverine had wanted to learn about his past, almost to the point of single-mindedness. It was one of the very qualities that defined him. For him to abandon that was—
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"AARGH! Then what... do you want!" he demanded.
Wolverine grinned. "Me? Just to put you in your place. I figure, the way you're always tauntin' me, always pullin' my chain with yer little mysteries. Maybe part of you wants to end up like this. Punished for bein' such a tease."
He gave Akuma's blushing buttocks a pat at that, the rough, grizzled hand smoothing over the muscular mounds. It was oddly possessive. Like Wolverine was asserting what now belonged to him. Akuma gaped in confusion.
Then the spanks piled up again, accumulating on his clenching backside. Akuma could only snarl, "That is ridiculous! I would never—"
"Don't lie to me, bub. You've been groomin' fighters for years to take you out. I'm just the first to manage it."
Akuma sucked in a breath, just as another series of hard, biting blows met his rump. He was the Ansatsuken master, the art of the killing fist. Entire clans of fighters had been slain by him. Where he tread, men rightfully trembled under his merciless gaze. But despite all that he, the Raging Demon, the Destroyer of the Heavens! began to... squirm.
"R-rrnnghh! Y-you will pay for this. When I'm released, you will feel my wra—"
"Nothin' doin', bub. By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be nothin' but another whimpering spank-bitch. A newly made slave to haul back to my masters."
Akuma's blood ran cold. "Your... masters? What are you—"
More swats. More pain. Wolverine's adamantium bones gave his swings more heft than could be expected. Akuma roared as his bare cheeks stung more and more, until they felt as hot as one of his own gohadokens.
"That's right. Give in. We both know how this is gonna end."
Too late, Akuma realized who he'd been fighting. And worse, who he'd been defeated by.
Wolverine, no—Weapon X—landed another flurry of blows. Ones hard enough to make even Akuma wail.
In that fashion, the once-hero beat the Raging Demon until he finally broke. It took some doing—several hours, in fact. But there was nobody on the planet who had more grit and stamina than he did, and he was more than willing to use it.
After that it was a simple matter to gather the broken Ansatsuken fighter up and toss him over a grizzled shoulder. Carry his hot, smokin’ ass back where it belonged. Akuma could only moan as he was hauled off, buttocks red and blazing.
The brainwashing implemented by M. Bison had been more than enough to bring back Logan's old government conditioning. With just a few modifications it'd turned Wolverine into the perfect tool. Before he'd ever been an X-Man, he'd been a hunter/killer. Now that old training was put to even better use: hunting—and disciplining—every last fighter who might be a threat to his new masters.
As he hauled the sobbing Akuma back, the man who'd once been Wolverine gave a tight smile. Mission complete.
He couldn't wait to see how Akuma turned out with some conditioning of his own.