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Here's #25 & #28

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Kratos sighed for the fifteenth time since his lesson with the Chosen had begun. He was in a terrible temper currently as many bad things had happened. First had been having to endure Yggdrasil's rant for three hours and pretend to be interested; he gotten into a fight with Yuan that had landed him for a month without sex... he was now on his second week; and top of all this he had to teach the chosen, who could care less, how to defend himself.

Yep, today has been an all together horrible day.

"You're in a worse mood than usual," Zelos noted, "I'm not doing that badly, am I?" He pouted a bit, "I just can't seem to figure out my balance with this stance..."

Kratos looked at him, the sixteenth sigh breaking loose. “Well chosen, I'd say you're doing it completely wrong.”

"How is it supposed to work, then?" Zelos asked, careful not to sound too petulant, "Is this better?" He shifted position slightly.

Number seventeen. “No chosen one...” He stood up and walked over to the adolescent. “Like this.” He said, standing behind him and using his own body to guide the others.

Zelos smirked internally, shifting his body against Kratos' a little more than was strictly necessary as the older man guided him into the proper position. "I see," he said, a hint of a purr in his tone, "You're right, that does feel... better."

Kratos blinked at the sudden closeness. “Chosen?” He asked awkwardly, mind reeling while other parts of his body, which had been denied activity for the past two weeks, reacted slightly.

"Yeah, what?" Zelos asked in his normal tone, "Am I still doing it wrong?"

“No...” Kratos responded, gritting his teeth as he mentally yelled at his body to calm the hell down.

"That's good," Zelos said, "Maybe you should guide me like that more often. I might learn a little faster that way. You know, rather than trying to figure it out on my own, and getting it wrong half the time."

“Perhaps...” Kratos said, body still stiffly in place.

Not one to pass up an opportunity, Zelos shifted into another stance, once again brushing up against Kratos' body, and deliberately getting it a little bit wrong. "And this is that other one you were showing me, isn't it?" he asked, his voice almost unnoticeable lower than usual.

“Yes but your arm should be out a bit further...” Kratos said, gulping slightly.

Zelos moved his arm a bit. "Like that?" he asked in the same tone, turning his head to look at Kratos for confirmation. Their faces were mere inches apart, but Zelos kept his expression as innocent as possible.

Kratos eyes caught him and held him. “Just like that.”

Zelos smiled at him, holding Kratos' gaze evenly. "Good," he replied, his tone purring ever-so-slightly, "I'm glad I... finally got that one right."

Something flickered in Kratos' eyes, but it went as soon as it came. “Indeed chosen.” He replied, moving away.

Internally, Zelos wore a positively demonic grin. This was fun. On the outside, he simply smiled brightly at his instructor. "So what else were you going to teach me today?" he asked innocently.

“How to defend yourself unarmed.” Kratos said. “After all, life doesn't always throw you a sword.”

"Sounds fun," Zelos said, "How's it work?"

“First you put away your sword.” Kratos instructed.

"Ah, right," Zelos said. He sheathed his sword, then slowly and carefully removed his sword belt, making sure not to look at Kratos as he did so, lest it be too obvious what he was doing. It had to look accidental, after all... When the belt was off, he set it and the attached sword off to one side. "Okay, then, now what?" he asked.

“Now you come at me and I show you how to throw someone.” Kratos said.

Zelos mock-pouted. "Okay, but watch the face, will you?" he said, then charged toward Kratos, intending simply to tackle the older man to the ground.

Kratos easily turned Zelos' momentum against him and flipped him completely around so he landed on his back.

Zelos landed hard on his back with a loud "Oof!" He lay there for a moment contemplating the ceiling and wondering what the heck had just happened. "Oww..." he complained.

“Now if you want I can show you how to do that.” Kratos said neutrally, though there was a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Ugh... sure," Zelos said. He sat up, rubbing his head... only to realize that his pants were around his knees. "Um... oops," he said, blushing. He rose a little awkwardly, giving Kratos a good view of his posterior as he did so, then pulled his pants back up once he was standing. "Um, maybe it would be better if I got my belt," he said.

Kratos' eyes twitched, but he gave no other indication that he had reacted at all. “Perhaps.”

Zelos went over and removed his sword from his belt, carefully putting it back on and tightening it just right. Not that it wasn't to his advantage to flash his underwear at Kratos, but he didn't want to be *too* obvious. "Okay," he said when he was done, going back over to his instructor, "how the heck did you do that?"

“Come here.” Kratos instructed.

Zelos moved closer to Kratos, until they were several inches apart, almost unwilling to believe his good fortune at being invited so close. Maybe this would be easier than he'd thought.

“Now...” Kratos said an odd glint in his eyes. He positioned Zelos as best as he could before sighing again and walking up behind his student and positioning him. “I swear you're doing this on purpose.”

"Why would I do that?" Zelos asked innocently. Feeling himself slightly off-balance as he shifted positions, he allowed himself to stumble a bit and fall backwards onto Kratos. "Whoops."

Kratos easily caught him. “Zelos are you alright?”

"Yeah, sorry, just lost my balance for a second there. Guess I'm feeling clumsy today," Zelos replied, still leaning against Kratos.

Kratos groaned lightly as Zelos' backside pressed up against his pelvis. “Chosen one...”

"Yes?" Zelos said with a slight purr.

“Would you mind...” He leaned in slightly, wrapping an arm around Zelos' front.

"Hmm?" Zelos queried, shifting his weight upward a bit as if trying to regain his balance, and coincidentally rubbing against Kratos.

“If we ended our lesson early?” Kratos finished.

"Why, did you have something else you needed to do today?" Zelos asked in the same tone as before.

Kratos closed his eyes. “Actually... I had a different lesson in mind.”

"Did you, now," Zelos said, the purr in his voice becoming decidedly more pronounced, "And what did you want to show me?"

“That seduction is a mean tool to use against someone who's grumpy.” Kratos said, grabbing each hand and tying them behind him.

Zelos blinked in surprise. "Wha?" he asked, too startled to remember his seductive tones. This was not what he had expected.

“Well chosen, it's good that this place is always abandoned.” Kratos said mischievously

Zelos regained his composure, smirking a bit. "I suppose it is," he said, matching Kratos' tone. He wouldn't have put it past Kratos' temper to just leave him there tied up, but apparently his seduction had worked well enough. "So now what?" he asked, still smirking a bit.

“Now you learn.” Kratos answered.

Zelos raised an eyebrow at him. "So teach me," he purred mischievously.

Kratos didn't answer him, simply lifted him and carried him over to one of the tables that wasn't cluttered with swords and the sort to put him on. “Do you know how to control a blade so you don't pierce skin?” He asked holding up a dagger.

Zelos watched the dagger with wide eyes, suddenly wondering what he'd gotten himself into. "Um... no..." he said in a small voice.

“Well then it's time you learned.” Kratos said calmly. “If you were stuck in a situation where you had to cut yourself loose then you'd be in trouble if you didn't know how.” He lifted the blade and very carefully cut away at Zelos' clothes.

"Hey!" Zelos whined indignantly, "those were expensive!" He shivered a little at feeling how close the dagger was to his skin. "Er, well, I can always get new ones made, I guess," he amended hastily.

“This is what happens when you act before you think.” Kratos said, eyes glinting with lust. “You need not worry though, I won't hurt you. I have no reason too.”

"Right. Okay," Zelos said, "Rule number one is don't piss off the guy who's good with blades. I get it." But internally, he relaxed at Kratos' words.

Kratos finished cutting away at Zelos' clothes. “Hmm... Maybe I should gag you... tell me, are you prone to screaming?”

Zelos' eyes widened again. He mostly trusted Kratos, but his instructor was getting a bit creepy... "I can be quiet," he replied quickly.

“Good.” Kratos smiled evilly, though his eyes were shining with mischief. It was enough to make one wonder if he was serious.

Zelos watched Kratos warily, utterly exposed there on the table, wondering if perhaps his bright idea had not, in fact, been exceedingly stupid.

“Now Zelos, tell me how you'd escape this situation if I were a lot less competent and you were a lot more.” Kratos said hands moving to Zelos' nipples teasing them.

Zelos moaned at his touch. "I, um... what?" he managed. Did Kratos actually expect him to think right now?

“That isn't the answer.” Kratos said, lightly biting down on the nub.

"Ahh," Zelos moaned, arching into his touch, "I... you... not fair!"

“You should be able to recall it instinctively.” Kratos said, one hand reaching behind Zelos and rubbing his ass.

Zelos whimpered a bit. This was not fair, not fair at all. "Sorry?" he managed, struggling to come up with a coherent sentence.

Kratos sighed again. “It doesn't matter, you wouldn't be able to achieve it either way.” He took something out of his pants and moved it out of Zelos' line of vision, then lifted Zelos up a bit and probed him carefully.

Zelos moaned at the touch, writhing a bit. His hands tugged involuntarily at their bindings, but the knots were far too secure.

Kratos pushed his finger in completely before adding another and scissoring him.

Zelos moaned louder, gasping as he pushed back on Kratos' fingers as well as he could. He cried out as they brushed something inside of him, his vision blanking out for a moment. "Ahhh... Kratos..."

“Already?” Kratos raised an eyebrow at him. “Youth aren't what they used to be.” He said pulling his fingers out and lifting Zelos up and placing him on his lap, then siting down himself. He carefully started impaling him.

Zelos groaned as he felt Kratos' member filling him, stretching him even further. The faint pain was all but overwhelmed by the pleasure, and he shifted his hips a bit, crying out as he felt that spot struck again.

“Enjoying yourself?” Kratos asked, seemingly completely calm.

Zelos wondered at Kratos' control. “Y-yes,” he gasped out, “please...” he rocked his hips, moaning again, “just move...”

Kratos chuckled into Zelos' neck which he was biting and kissing. Without another word he began to rock his hips, lifting Zelos up with his incredible strength and moving him back down. He continued this pattern at a steady rhythm, speeding up as he went along.

Zelos couldn't stop himself from crying out, as Kratos struck that spot inside him just so with every thrust. He bucked his hips helplessly in time with Kratos' rhythm; finally, with one last cry, he felt himself coming over both their stomachs. Gasping and trembling, he slumped into the older man.

Kratos grunted and came a couple moments later. “It's a good thing at least one of us came prepared.” He said pulling the boy off his lap. He laid him down before untying him. He quickly took off his condom he had used and went about cleaning himself and his student up.

He then went into his bag and got a spare pair of pants and shirt.

“I, um,” Zelos blinked. “You were prepared?”

“For this.. no, but I always carry a spare set of clothes.” Kratos said, throwing it to him.

"Uh, thanks," Zelos said, catching the clothes awkwardly and getting dressed. He decided not to mention that it was entirely Kratos' fault that he needed new clothes in the first place; if he'd been expecting to have his clothes cut off, he'd have brought extras.

“You always come prepared for everything.” Kratos said, mischievous smile ever in place.

Zelos gave him a half-bewildered smile in return. "I'll, um... remember that," he said. He'd definitely learned one thing today: his instructor was not a good man to underestimate.

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