A Christmas for Two

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Here's the third chapter, I'll have the fourth one up ASAP.
Prompt: #29 - The Conservatory, or, "Making sweet music"
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia or its characters, Namco does. I only own Xylia and the plot (I have one? Wow.). Oh, and I don't own the song either. It's So Close by Jon McLaughlin from the movie Enchanted.

Night 2: Composition
Zelos picked up the stack of papers and composition books from where he'd left them the day before. Plopping them down on the coffee table in front of Kratos with a dull thud, “That's everything, if you see something you like then let me know.”

Nodding, Kratos reached towards the pile, pulling out the rattiest of the three composition books. Opening it, he flipped through it, pausing here and there to take a closer look at a piece or to read the lyrics that seemed to be hastily scribbled in Zelos' trademark scrawl.

A particularly slow and romantic piece caught his eye. Taking a more in depth look at it, Kratos found that it was a beautiful piece; even the lyrics were beautiful. He handed it to Zelos, “This one.”

Taking the book, Zelos looked at the piece and sighed. Trust Kratos to pick one of his older ones that were very embarrassing. He couldn't believe that most of the pieces he actually wrote seemed to be gushy and romantic, or heart-breaking; it just didn't make sense, to him at least.

Carrying the book to the piano, he set it on the stand before taking his seat at the bench. Closing his eyes for a few moments and taking a few deep breaths, Zelos opened his eyes again and looked at the first pages of the piece, getting a feel for it and its melody; trying to once more see the intricate patterns play their way out on the ebony and ivory keys laid out before him.

Once he was sure he had it, he raised his hands, placing them on the keys, and began to play.

For Zelos, playing wasn't just playing music. It was as though he was an instrument through which the music flowed through; his fingers just seemed to know what to play next without his brain needing to tell them. A trance came over him when he played, a state of peace where nothing else could intrude.

As the melody flowed from his fingers, he was dimly aware of another element being added. His mind drifted for a few moments before identifying it.

It was Kratos.

He was singing.

“You're in my arms, and all the world is calm. The music playing on for only two. So close together, and when I'm with you, so close to feeling alive.”

Kratos could feel himself slipping into a similar state of being; only, he was drawn in by the meanings and interpretations of the words and how they fit with the music. It was all so calm, so peaceful. So beautiful. Nothing else mattered.

“A life goes by. Romantic dreams must die, so I bid mine goodbye and never knew. So close was waiting, waiting here with you. And now forever I know, all that I wanted to hold you so close.

“So close to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing this one's not pretend. Now you're beside me and look how far we've come. So far, we are so close.”

The song seemed to ring true to them. Nothing else mattered at that moment but the other. Everything centered around the other; their reasons were right there, beside them. Their feelings were being personified into the music; their souls were in that music. They were pouring their souls into the music, drawing the other in. It wasn't the music itself that drew them in, it was what was being placed in that music that did. Zelos' melody and talented playing; Kratos' low singing, bringing life into the lyrics. Everything was brought together by that. By their souls, passion, and love for each other.

“Oh how could I face the faceless days, if I should lose you now? We're so close, to reaching that famous happy end. Almost believing this one's not pretend. Let's go on dreaming, though we know we are. So close, so close. And still so far.”

Slowly, the song ended, the last notes dying out into stillness. Their breathing was quiet, not labored or anything; not even Kratos'. Their was a low humming in their veins, an almost indistinct passion that was just there; just there, edging along quietly, waiting...

Waiting...

Kratos moved first, leaning in and closing the gap between them to capture the others lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Melting into it, Zelos pressed back, slightly more eager then the older man. The passion was slowly growing in strength, growing stronger and stronger within them. Urging Kratos to stake his claim on the younger man, show him just how much he loved him; how much he wanted him.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Like there was nothing else that mattered, no one else existed in the world except them.

That was until they tumbled backwards off the piano bench and landed in a tangle of limbs.

Breaking apart, Zelos started laughing, and Kratos chuckled a little. The strange mood that had settled over them when the music had been thrumming through their veins had been shattered, and now they were back to how they'd been before. Almost.

“Do you want to continue?” Kratos asked in a low voice, crawling back up so that he was over the young man, their bodies only a small distance apart. “Or is this all that I'm going to get?”

Zelos leaned up, draping his arms around Kratos' neck, “Bedroom first.”

Raising an eyebrow, Kratos looked like he was about to say something, but the dark glare he got from his partner stopped whatever it was before it left his tongue could even form it. For a moment, Kratos hesitated then he scooped up the slightly smaller man. Zelos twirled his legs around Kratos' waist, and his arms around his neck before his lips descended onto the mercenary's.

As his hands came up to cup Kratos' face and kiss him fiercely again, he dimly wondered how the older man could actually focus on keeping himself not only on his feet with him in his arms, and managed to make it upstairs and to his bedroom without breaking contact.

With a soft thud, Zelos was thrown roughly onto the bed; but it wasn't a hard or violent rough, it was more tender. Kratos immediately crawled up the bed towards him, aligning his body over top of his slightly smaller partner's; his wine colored eyes never leaving the lavender orbs that stared back at him.

Gently, he pressed his lips back against Zelos' already abused ones, his teeth lightly nibbling at his bottom lip. Murmuring something nonsensical, he arched up; arms coming up to wind around his neck, trying to pull the mercenary down further, but Kratos only smirked against his lips; staying firmly where he was. Zelos would've pouted into the kiss if his bottom lip wasn't already in use. Kratos' tongue smoothed over his bottom lip before his tongue slipped deftly past the parted lips.

Zelos groaned as one of Kratos' hands slipped down his side before firmly grasping at his rear. The ex-Chosen let out a startled gasp at the action; knowing where this was going to lead to. But the rational said of him was quickly loosing out to the desire that was permeating every fiber of his being. He greedily thrust his tongue back against Kratos, delving into his mouth.

The ex-Chosen had a unique and pleasant taste. It was a strange mix of vanilla and cinnamon; different, but not a bad one. It was just another thing that further endeared Zelos to him; another thing that set him apart from everyone else.

Apart from Anna.

He mentally shook his head and shoved those thoughts into the back of his mind; now wasn't the time. This was different; much different. With Anna, he had given up but kept living; with Zelos... he didn't think he could. But he'd think about this later; now was definitely not the time to be having those thoughts. He'd look at them later, when the time was more appropriate.

Zelos arched upwards as his hand squeezed his rear before gently stroking it. Then, his hand slipped to his waist and the hem of his shirt; pulling it up, he broke the kiss briefly to remove it completely before tossing it to the side; it was quickly followed by his own. The slight hitches in Zelos' breathing, the way his heart fluttered when he placed his hand over it, Kratos knew.

Knew that Zelos Wilder was a virgin.

Unable to contain his smirk at the thought, he buried his face against his lover's neck, nipping at the exposed flesh. His teeth, tongue, and lips mapping out the new territory; commiting everything that made Zelos, Zelos to memory.

Zelos arched up, his whole body felt like it was burning up. Every nerve ending was super sensitive, wired up to feel every single thing that Kratos did to him; the light traces of his fingers across his stomach, the way his mouth was leaving trails of fire across his skin.

One hand slipped further down his chest and stomach, ghosting over his navel, before stopping at the waistband of his pants. They paused, Kratos lifted his head; his wine red eyes peeking out from under his maroon bangs as he looked at him, “Is this what you want?”

Reaching down, Zelos ran his fingers through the coarse strands he gave him the best smile he could as he responded, “Yes, more then anything.”

Kratos nodded, then ducked his head and began tracing the path his hand had taken downwards. His hand was swift in undoing his pants and pushing them down just enough. Zelos took in a raspy breath as his tongue dipped into his navel at the same moment which his hand cupped his growing erection through his underwear. His body arched almost involuntarily upwards at the contact as he spoke, “Oh goddess...”

Lifting his head, Kratos gave the ex-Chosen a sensual smirk, voice dripping with carnal desire, “I wasn't aware that my gender suddenly switched...” Zelos swallowed, but Kratos continued, “It's my name I want to hear... not anyone else's.”

“... possessive bastard.”

The mercenary cocked his head, already disheveled hair falling into his face; giving him a dangerous yet very desirable look. His burgundy eyes sparkling with lust; eyes that were firmly locked onto the lavender eyes that watched his every move so carefully...

“Okay, let me rephrase that.” Zelos' voice was low, quiet, perhaps a little strained, “Sexy, but still a possessive bastard,” he pulled him up to kiss him again, murmuring against his lips, “But I wouldn't trade you for anyone else.”

Smirking into the kiss, Kratos continued with his exploration of Zelos' body using his hands; eliciting gasps and subdued groans whenever his hands discovered a new sweet place on the other. The noises that the ex-Chosen made were music; and he was the conductor of this symphony.

It sank into him, intoxicating him with every new noise; every new facet to the piece that they were creating.

After several long minutes of teasing, Kratos slid the others pants and underwear clean off; shoving them roughly to the floor.

Zelos' pale skin seemed to glow, the moonlight that filtered in through the half-closed curtains reflecting off the light sweat that now coated his skin; and the pre-cum that glistened on his erection. Carefully drawing a finger up the length, Kratos swirled it around the head, spreading the pearly liquid around. The redhead through his head back with a strangled moan, body arching upwards into the touch; a wordless plea for more.

Smirking, Kratos leaned down, and gave the head a teasing lick.

“K-Kratos...” the younger man groaned, eyes squeezed shut. “Please... I need you...”

Pulling himself up so that he was on top of his smaller partner, Kratos whispered, “How much do you need me?”

“Dammit Kratos... don't ask me these things... when I can't think straight...”

Smirking, the seraph pressed his lips firmly against his partner's; hand reaching to the side, groping for the oil that he'd discarded there when he'd first got here. It was supposed to be for his sword; but it would do for this.

He felt Zelos' hands fumble for a few moments with his pants before finally managing to undo them and pull them from his body; discarding them to the floor. His lips pressed up against Kratos' tongue searching, begging for entrance which was granted with the slight parting of lips as their erections made contact.

Wedging a knee between the ex-Chosen's legs; Kratos uncapped the bottle, squeezing just enough out to coat his hand. Pressing his fingers lightly against the others entrance, earning a startled gasp from Zelos; Kratos' other hand slid down, idly stroking at his entrance. His words ghosted across the redhead's lips, “If I hurt you... tell me, and I'll stop,” he paused, “Try to relax, it makes it easier.”

Nodding, Zelos closed his eyes, forcing his muscles to relax as the mercenary slipped a finger inside of him.

It wasn't too painful; more like an odd feeling of being stretched. But Zelos didn't have much of his rational side left to focus on it for too long; he only gasped into the kiss and tightened his hold on the other as Kratos slipped another finger inside of him, scissoring them.

Yes, it was slightly painful; but the pain was almost completely forgotten when Kratos' fingers found that sweet spot within him. Arching high, he pushed his hips against the mercenary, gasping; his hands clutching at Kratos' shoulders, “Aaah... right there...”

Positioning Zelos, Kratos tilted his hips to a bit of a more agreeable angle, before plunging his fingers back, hitting the other's prostate again. Zelos shuddered with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut; fingernails leaving little crescents of bright red on his skin.

Once he was sure that he'd sufficiently prepared his lover; Kratos squeezed out a bit more oil onto his already slick hand, Zelos groaned at the loss of those talented fingers, but was more then complacent to help manuver his limbs into a more suitable position. He wrapped one leg around Kratos' waist, and bent the other one; arms coming up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss the moment the other plunged his throbbing arousal into him.

His cry of pain was muffled by the kiss, his grip tightening on the seraph as his entire body stiffened. Kratos shuddered with pleasure at being surrounded by such a tight heat; but resisted any movements until his lover was adjusted.

Shifting uncomfortably, Zelos tried to find a way to make that uncomfortable feeling (that was also slightly painful) feeling of being stretched lessen, only to brush his prostate across Kratos' aching shaft against it. Gasping, he arched upwards; if Kratos would just hit him there...

Taking Zelos' movement as a signal to move, Kratos gently pulled back a little, pushing in again only the barest amount. Slowly, he built a rhythm, body thrumming with pleasure; he could hear Zelos' body reacting, pushing back against him, his voice a crescendo of wordless encouragement to which Kratos rallied, pushing back with the ardor and passion demanded.

Zelos found it harder and harder to bear. He was close, so close. Just a little more... ahh... but he was still so far from it. His brain was on standby, “Kratos... please... harder... I need this... so close...”

Thrusting into Zelos, he vaguely heard the other's request, body already meeting it as he too drew closer to his climax...

Seizing up underneath him, Zelos cried out, coming all over their lower bodies. His muscles tensed, quivering as he came, drawing Kratos in with him.

Riding out his lover's orgasm with a few thrust, Kratos came with a strangled cry that sounded like it was supposed to be Zelos' name. Slumping down onto the body beneath him, Kratos took a few deep breaths; trying to regain himself a little before gathering Zelos up into his arms, kissing his face before pulling out. Zelos let out a small sigh as he did so, curling up into his side as Kratos lay onto his back.

Pulling the cover up around them, Kratos kissed his temple one more time, “How do you feel?”

“Mm?” Zelos' eyes were a little glazed, and his tone was quiet; he was tired. He gave a small smile as his eyes drifted closed, “... wonderful.”

Kratos smiled about to say something, when even, heavy breathing met his ears. Zelos had fallen asleep.

Rolling his eyes, Kratos wrapped his arms around the other protectively before drifting off to sleep himself.
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Ow, my butt hurts from sitting on this floor from too long typing this out. The battery on my laptop died, so I had to plug it in and charge it while typing this. I did finish it, the night before school starts up again, late as usual. I promise I'll have this fanfiction finished up by the end of the month; it's my number one priority right now.

I'm going to write up a list of fanfictions that I'm going to write; and as I finish them, I'll cross them off; and add new ones as I go. I hope that satisfies everyone; if you would like to see a copy, just drop me a line saying so, and I'll show you what my plans are.

Thank you and I hope you all enjoyed your lemon. I pulled a few elements from the song into the actual lemon, so I'm sure that I've completed my prompt. This one at least.

Till next time.

Kat.