Kvar/Lloyd challenge fic

Hi 123,

Thank you for patiently waiting. This chapter isn't as smutty as 1, since I see LloydKratos bond as being more emotional. I can write a smuttier version of this if you want:D Enjoy!


Chapter 2

“Wha…what did you do that for!? He could have been saved!” cried Lloyd, spattered by Kvar’s blood when Kratos’s vengeful blade bit through. Deep crimson splotches stained Lloyd’s red-buttoned shirt and tight black pants. He had dressed swiftly as soon as his father had tossed him the cloak.

Shaking his blade, sheathing it with blood still dripping down from hilt to tip along its shiny sharp edge, Kratos’s fiery eyes narrowed, bearing down mercilessly on Lloyd. In a ravaged warrior’s voice, he hissed, “Desians who reject the salvation of the Goddess deserve no mercy, as their ranks thong amongst the fallen.”

“You…you bastard,” pain tore through Lloyd’s quivering voice. “Even if he was responsible for the circumstances that led Dad to killing Mom, what does vengeance gain?”

Grabbing Lloyd’s collar with his calloused, blood stained hands, Kratos’s dark face burned with anger. “Do not speak of ‘Dad’ as if you know him.” Releasing his son, Kratos traced a bloody hand along Lloyd’s jaw. “So soft hearted. What do you know of strength?”

“Damn you!” Wiping Kvar’s vital fluid off his face, Lloyd charged furiously, twin blades in hand.

Kratos’s countered at lightning speed, knocking out Lloyd’s swords with a clang. Thrown back, Lloyd froze, gazing up at Kratos’s blade grazing his neck. “You still lack the strength to defeat me, Lloyd.”

“Life’s not all about strength,” Lloyd sniffled, gritting his teeth as his father’s steel lightly cut his skin, not deep enough to draw blood. “I was trying to show Kvar humans and half elves are not all that different. That’s why we were…together. I thought he could be understanding like Genis.”

“In the Desian mind, the only harmony that comes is the day when the entire human race of Sylvarant is enslaved. The fallen have chosen their fate,” Kratos replied indifferently, withdrawing his blade from Lloyd.

His coolness infuriated Lloyd like ice clashing with fire.

“It will do you good to exercise self control until we escape. Raine has set off the auto destruct sequence for Asgard Base. We have 10 minutes until detonation.”

Traumatized by the violence of Kvar’s death, lost in tears with the truth of his mother’s death, Lloyd collapsed on his knees. Kratos slung his teary son over his shoulder sprinting out. The emotional effects of sharing his body with Kvar still weighed heavily in his mind. He gave a part of his soul away to Kvar only to see him killed. At the same time rage surged through at Kvar for the circumstances, which forced Kratos to kill his mother. When Kratos’s blade penetrated the hapless cardinal, a part of him felt sweet satisfaction since Kvar created the conditions that led to poor Anna’s death.

/Mom, I know killing out of vengeance is wrong, but it hurt so much inside, loosing you. If Kratos knew you, it must have hurt him too. I saw so much pain in him as his sword went through Kvar/ Lloyd thought, carried swiftly out of Asgard Base by Kratos.

Within a few minutes, the father and son regrouped with Raine, Genis, Colette and Sheena in the woods outside, watching frantically as the base exploded. At least its destruction was a step closer to ending to tyranny of human ranches. That night the Chosen’s entourage journeyed back to Luin in hopes of finding survivors after the Desian attack. A few charred bodies of villagers dead from fire lay in the streets. Houses half collapsed from fire lined the streets, ash blown in the wind, blood filling some gutters on the side. All this violence, death, and tragedy just like Iselia made Lloyd want to cry. Those not imprisoned in the ranch were slain for resting.

Tears spilled from Lloyd’s eyes, streaming down his cheeks. He collapsed on his knees just as he did witnessing Kvar’s death. Balling a fist, he slammed the ground beneath. “When will the death, the sadness, the war end? I can’t stand it!” he cried.

Raine knelt by Sheena near a fountain in the center of town, on an island in the middle of the lake spanned by two bridges. She shook her head ruefully, focusing mana on closing the summoner’s wounds. “Why does war happen, Lloyd? I wish I knew,” she sighed, soberly.

“I hate the elven blood in me when I see what the Desians have done,” murmured Genis, sniffling.

“Lives are lost because hate and prejudice breeds violence. That is the tragedy of war,” Kratos pointed wisely, laying a comforting hand on Lloyd.

“Kratos…” His name caught in Lloyd’s throat, as he wiped away his tears. “You know so much.”

“I have lived a bit longer than most people,” he lowered his voice, not to give away more than necessary for Cruxis’s undercover mission. “Come Lloyd, let us take a walk,” he suggested.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’ll help me feel better,” agreed Lloyd, rising to his feet.

Strolling beside Kratos, the two meandered away from Raine, Genis, Colette and Sheena across one of the intact bridges of Luin’s lake out of the town. Here, the burnt buildings and charred bodies of unfortunate villagers became mere memory, where the couple might retreat. Lloyd could avert his gaze to sunlight dancing over water, admiring the reflection of trees on the lake’s mirror surface, shutting out the heartache, pain and sadness. Kratos relaxed beside him, able to let down his guard since the others weren’t present. His slid his hand under Lloyd’s, splayed out on wet earth, his fingers wrapped around giving a gentle squeeze.

Blinking, Lloyd’s glance met his. “Um, thank you.”

His visage wandering over the water, lost in the hypnotic play of light on the lake, Kratos said softly, “There is beauty, happiness and joy, as well as tragedy and pain in existence. Which will you choose to focus on, Lloyd? Which will you let consume you?”

Indeed, his wisdom from 4000 years of living amazed Lloyd. He pondered deeply. “I, I don’t know. It’s been mostly anger since I thought the Desians killed Mom. But I don’t hate Dad for what he did. He let Mom die with a…human heart.”

The ancient seraph felt a weight lift from his soul for the first time in 14 years. His son didn’t hate him. In fact, he forgave him. Tears of relief welled in Kratos’s eyes. He blinked hard to fight them back. Was it 4000 years since he last cried as a human before becoming an angel?

“Thank you, Lloyd,” he whispered, sliding an arm around Lloyd. Weariness weighed in his rich, base voice, the deepest anyone heard. “I’m sure your father is happy, knowing you forgive him.”

“He’s my father. I love him.” Lloyd smiled, running a finger down Kratos’s cheek. “I’m sure he’s alive, somewhere out there.”

/He loves me/ Kratos reflected inwardly. “Yes, I am sure he is…” he echoed softly. His thoughts turned to why Lloyd gave his body to Kvar. “May I ask a question?” he began.

Lloyd nodded, stroking Kratos’s face. “Of course.”

“Do you know what it means…to give your body to another?” Kratos posed.

“Well, it feels good. That’s why I did it,” Lloyd said, sealing the seraph’s lips in a kiss. “Like this.”

A wave of pleasure shuddered through the somber warrior. /No, it’s wrong. I shouldn’t feel this. He’s my son. But it’s not fair. Kvar experienced his warmth after causing so much heartache. Is it right, to listen to my heart over my head? Anna, can you forgive me for loving our boy this way?/ So many thoughts tore through him.

“Kratos, the truth is, at first I didn’t really like you, when we met back at Martel’s temple, the day the Tower of Salvation appeared,” Lloyd confessed, brushing back Kratos’s bangs to see the entirety of his handsome chiseled face. “But I realized how impulsive I am. And sometimes, you are right. Kvar couldn’t be saved. He tortured so many people. How can anyone who does that still have a heart? ”
“Those who have lost their hearts stop feeling. That is why they are called the fallen, rejecting the Goddess’s salvation,” Kratos said grimly, his wine-red eyes brimming with emotion his features struggled to hide.

“You seem sad a lot, Kratos, even if you don’t show it. Please don’t loose your heart like those Desians. I couldn’t live…if you did.” Lloyd opened his heart, stealing Kratos’s mouth again in another sweet kiss. His arms encircled around the older man, he couldn’t help but let himself plunge into a well of untapped, aching desire. This time, something deeper fueled it unlike with Kvar. Not lust, but love.

“Lloyd…” Kratos seized Lloyd, capturing his slim body beneath. “Giving one’s body to another feels good, but you shouldn’t do it unless you truly love them.”

Their lips met lightly at first then deeper as Kratos claimed him, surprised at the passion he returned. Although Lloyd appeared innocent, sometimes even ignorant, deep down he possessed a sensual persona, an intimate self he rarely showed others.

“K-kratos,” Lloyd moaned wantonly, tangling his fingers in the seraph’s spiky auburn hair. Running his fingers through, they slid down aimlessly to the nape of Kratos’s neck, Lloyd’s hands working off the cape that covered his muscled shoulders, tossing it aside.

Kratos’s naked shoulders exposed to the sun, Lloyd absorbed their smooth texture and warm flesh as his hands playfully roamed over. “I know this sounds silly, but I find you…” Lloyd paused, lost in Kratos’s gaze. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re right when you say I should only give my body if I love another. I’ve felt something since our journey began.” He laid a hand over his heart, fluttering wildly. “I wasn’t sure what it was, but know I think I know. It’s called…” Lloyd’s large liquid eyes, a pure mirror of love, reflected Kratos’s image. “Love, Kratos.”

“Lloyd, are you sure? You just…” Kratos trailed off, silenced when Lloyd’s lips possessed his.

“I, I didn’t love Kvar, not at all. I only felt pity. This is special, different.” Breathing heavily, Lloyd hugged Kratos tight, his hips embracing the older man’s from beneath him. “The way I feel for you, I’ve felt for no other.” His blood raced. His pulse pounded at the three words he uttered, pouring out his entire being. “I…I love you, with all my heart and soul.”

Only Anna told Kratos that, only Anna had melted away 4000 years of ice around his heart. And now, Lloyd did it too, more deeply than she did down to the very core of his being. Kratos wanted to weep tears of joy, tears of love for the depth of emotion felt. All fears of his feelings for Lloyd being wrong because of family relations vanished like dew before the morning sun.

“Lloyd, I…I love you, too,” Kratos uttered, raining gentle kisses on Lloyd’s forehead, down his nose, finally sealing his lips.
Fire coiling in Kratos’s groin set his blood on fire. Nerve endings in his body tingled, crying out to be satisfied. His arousal mounted the longer he ignored, his tight constraining pants growing tighter by the minute, his erection painfully hard, rubbing down on Lloyd’s. Although Lloyd’s pants were looser, driven wild with anticipation, he teased Kratos grinning, pushing his hips up slightly to increase the pressure on Kratos’s aching length.

Smirking, Kratos straddled him, wrapping his legs around, grinding himself deeper between Lloyd’s inner thighs to tease him. The searing heat from their erections rubbing, the hot weight of Kratos bearing down from above sent lightning tearing up Lloyd’s spine, his frame shuddering with tingles. He wanted relief now. Having the upper hand in experience and age, Kratos made their dance a long slow burn, painfully sweet.

Kratos’s fingers hooked in the collar of Lloyd’s jacket, skillfully undoing button after button, racing down his chest. With Lloyd left in a black tank top, Kratos admired his taut muscle, lightly muscled chest and slender build. Peeling it off, Kratos’s mouth explored inch by inch of Lloyd’s skin, nipping on his neck, letting his warm breath hit. Gasping, Lloyd arched, their hips grinding closer. Squeezing his legs wrapped around Lloyd’s thighs, Kratos moved lower, his tongue flicking over Lloyd’s pink nubs, hardening in response. Gently taking one in his mouth, Kratos’s teeth grazed, giving both the same treatment.

His tongue left a cool trail down Lloyd’s chest, cold to the midday air. With his lips, Kratos lightly traced the outline of Lloyd’s abdominal muscles, feeling his smooth skin, breathing deeply of his scent. Reaching up, he stroked Lloyd’s cheek, a finger straying along Lloyd’s lower lip.

He rolled aside, giving Lloyd the chance to explore. /No, you’re still my son and I have responsibilities as a parent. Because of that, I can’t take this as far as you’d like. Forgive me, Lloyd/ he thought.

Lloyd’s gold-brown eyes alight, his lips stretched to a smile, he kissed Kratos affectionately. Grabbing the seraph’s purple shirt, he hoisted it off, awestruck at the beauty of his heavily muscled chest, perfectly sculpted and cut. Kratos curled his arms closer around the body in his arms. Curled so perfectly in the circle of Kratos’s arms, Lloyd snuggled closer as he had the day he was born.

“I love you so much,” Kratos whispered, tenderly holding his son. Flesh touching flesh, Kratos never felt so connected with the person he held most dear, the one who gave his eternal existence all the meaning it held.

For a while they simply rested, basking in each other’s indescribable love. Indeed, every facet of their being vibrated with feeling beyond all physical description, the love of the goddess herself come alive in each of their fluttering hearts. The soulful emotions blending with physical passion kindled an all-encompassing flame that united them in a single unified soul.

Imagining Lloyd’s voice calling out his name in the heat of passion, Lloyd’s boyish face framed by mahogany locks of hair, glowing in ecstasy, Kratos resumed his dance. Encircled by Lloyd’s arms, he met him face to face. He fell into Lloyd’s autumn-dark eyes, drowning in their chocolate depths speckled with gold the color of honey.

Working his way down Lloyd’s soft jaw with sweet kisses, Kratos’s lips ghosted the smooth column of his neck, Lloyd shivering in pleasure. Kratos’s mouth continued its downward ascent between Lloyd’s nubs, with his touches feather light. His tongue darted out into Lloyd’s bellybutton, swirling inside. Lloyd arched, his pulse pounding just beneath his skin. He gave an urgent moan, a wordless cry of pleasure, feeling his erection throb. Tugging Lloyd’s pants down to his knees, Kratos freed the smooth velvety flesh, rising fully hardened.

Lloyd breathed a sigh of relief, his arousal the focal point of his being, all attention drawn there in a visceral response, unable to think. He instinctively thrust into Kratos’s hands wrapped tightly around, from base up to crown along the tapering form. Its head poked out fully from under its sheath, liquid beading at its tip, a signal soon Lloyd would come. Kratos slid one hand below massaging his swollen scrotum. The seraph’s hand above pumping in a steady rhythm, Lloyd felt the final ounce of heat build, like a volcano about to burst, he exploded spilling his essence, he felt his stomach muscles spasm like a giant coil unleashed, he gave a final violent thrust, his head thrown backward uttering Kratos’s name in a silent moan, sheets of lightning shot up his spine electrocuting every nerve, he sighed rolling over, laughing in pleasure, his entire body coated in sweat.

He gave Kratos the same sweet pleasure with his hands, leaving both of them exhausted and content.

“You’re right, when you love someone, suddenly it becomes meaningful. It’s not just an empty act that leaves you wanting more,” Lloyd murmured, crawling into the lake to clean up.

Submerged to his neck in crystal clear water, sunlight dancing on the lake’s placid surface, Kratos smiled faintly. “…Indeed,” he replied, giving a short two-syllable response that meant much coming from a man of few words like him.

Wading over, Lloyd asked, “But why did we only go…that far?”

“…I have my reasons,” he answered, light twinkling in his dark garnet eyes. /No matter how deeply I love you romantically, you will always be my son, and I, your father. As a parent, I have my responsibilities. My passion with Anna gave you life. I made you exist. Therefore, I must guide you. When you learn I’m your father, you’ll understand why we went only so far this day/

Kratos kissed Lloyd’s nose, cradling his son. He floated in the water on his back, letting Lloyd rest atop. Kratos brushed aside a wet lock of hair over Lloyd’s brow whispering, “Someday, you’ll understand…”

The End