Blood Bonds: An Angel's Love

A/N: Wow, this fic is coming in about 30 pages in Word. The lemon is finally here. It's more rated R since its not too detailed. Thank you everyone who’s read so far. Enjoy^_^ If you have any plot ideas, let me know:D I always love to hear. Your feedback and reviews really keep me going, make writing fanfic fun.

Chapter 7

Kratos’s gaze pulled Lloyd in like the sun drawing planets through gravity. Lloyd reached for Kratos’s hand, his warm fingers folded over clasping his tenderly. Heat fused from both their life forces built in warmth spreading over. Lloyd’s pulse beat hard against Kratos’s palms cupping his cheeks. Sinking beneath, Lloyd yielded as he always did, coming into the circle of the older man’s arms, growing hot in the flame kindled between them.

“Yes, Lloyd?” Kratos asked in low, gentle tones.

“What’s this…odd feeling?” Lloyd mumbled. Pushing up in Kratos’s embrace, edging in so their foreheads brushed, noses touched and pursed lips a hair’s width apart shared the same breath. “I’m all tingly everywhere.”

“Sensations you feel in love making,” he answered in a quiet throaty murmur, almost dreamlike. “It is normal. It can be strange the first time, so it’s okay to feel scared.” So much love flowed in his deep musical voice soothing Lloyd.

His eyes were so close they filled Lloyd’s vision whole vision, beautiful loving ruby eyes. His soul stared through radiating power in the depths of his pupils, deep black wells inside red-purple irises gleaming bright. Passion flickered in them, not animalistic nor unbridled but sweet, rimmed by thick black lashes. Lips curling into a smile, they parted kissing Lloyd deeply. Increasing the pressure, Kratos’s teeth grazed Lloyd’s lower lip, his own tongue darting out.

“I’m not…” Lloyd moaned, protesting.

Shyly closing his eyes, Lloyd felt Krato’s heat through his feather light kisses tracing his eyebrows down the smooth bridge of his nose to its turned up tip, over his left cheek along his round jaw, below his chin, up to his other ear Kratos’s lips ghosted over, blowing soft air in the empty shell inside. Suckling, nibbling gently on Lloyd’s ear, Kratos’s tongue strayed in, its tip flicked lazily in small circles as his teeth teased the lobe. Alternating between sharp teeth and wet tongue, working his way down Lloyd’s neck, Kratos’s encircling arms tightened, one snaked below around Lloyd’s waist with strong hands splayed out grasping Lloyd’s side, the other sliding up the smooth curve of Lloyd’s back to the nape of his neck cradling its column in his palm.

“Kratos, will I…die when I’m reborn as an angel?” Lloyd trembled, breathing heavily, melting in the heat of Kratos’s hand on his neck. In a moment loosing its clarity, Kratos took Lloyd’s hand beneath his purple shirt, running an idle path above his rippled stomach to his heart.

“When you say dying, do you mean releasing fear, so one may love fully?” By placing Lloyd’s hand there, he opened his closely guarded heart, thumping steadily.

“Uh, I dunno…” Lloyd swallowed hard, scolding himself. At last he received what he desired for so long, Kratos’s soul searing kisses and embraces he craved. He’d hate himself for letting his body ruin the most important in his life, no the pinnacle of his existence. Shutting his eyes again, he tried to ignore the ache in his pants, focusing on his hand over Kratos’s muscular chest.

“Would you like me to stop, Lloyd?” An amazing tenderness penetrated the undertones of Kratos’s voice. He laid Lloyd gently on the floor, taking his hand out from under his shirt, still cradling the back of his son’s neck. His ruby irises gleamed with love, his face deeply concerned.

“No.” Lloyd shook his head, throwing his arms around Kratos’s strong neck. “I wanted this from the moment we met, when I saw you outside my house. Colette told the real reason you came on this journey was to meet me. I believe its true, with all my heart. But I’m scared of this love making, cause it’s my very first time.” Slight pain thudded behind Lloyd’s shoulders, reminding him of the mana that needed releasing.

“Oh, Lloyd, you’re in pain, whispered Kratos, on the verge of tears, massaging Lloyd’s back. “I will release my wings. It shall help control your mana, lessening the pain.”

Kratos closed his eyes, breathing deeply he joined his hands behind Lloyd’s back. A soft blue glow enveloped him, basking Lloyd in warmth. Growing brighter, the entire room burst into brilliant light blinding Lloyd, from the effulgence radiating behind Kratos’s back. When it dimmed, Lloyd squinted, holding on to Kratos tight, half out of fear, gazing up in awe. Transparent fairy wings made of pure light, illuminated aqua and blue sparkled beautifully, stealing Lloyd’s breath.

Kratos’s wings made his aura materialize in dazzling shade of blue, almost violet swirling around Lloyd. The angel’s energy seeped in Lloyd’s body, sensitizing every nerve ending already aroused. Lloyd breathed harder, his trapped length growing sore against the constraining pants. All rationality faded, feeling consumed by hunger. He sniffled, wanting to draw back in Kratos’s grasp.

“It’ll be alright, Lloyd. If you are scared or uncomfortable, let me know, okay?” Kratos smiled softly, stroking Lloyd’s cheek. He carefully propped Lloyd against the bed, sliding off his suspenders.

“Kratos, I’m not scared, just nervous.” Lloyd returned Kratos’s smile, kissing his hand, letting his lips brush from Kratos’s fingertips to his palm, nuzzling every breathing inch.

“I know. I’ll be gentle. I won’t do more than what’s necessary. Too much can be scary.” Kratos’s knowing visage met Lloyd’s, the light from his wings dancing in his eyes, casting a glow on his skin, delicate and pure.

“You’ve been so kind.” Lloyd lifted a lock falling in Kratos’s eyes, pushing it aside to take in the affection of his face.

“Do you know why?” Running his hand along Lloyd’s round jaw, Kratos slowly unbuttoned his son’s red jacket, keeping eye contact. Burning desire engulfed Kratos’s thoughts, his senses.

Lloyd’s lips ached to feel Kratos’s moist kisses. His neck longed to feel Kratos’s soft warm breath, silky caresses of gentle lips, or an occasional nip of playful teeth. His body yearned for Kratos’s hands to explore every slope: softly, slowly navigating every curve and muscle, leaving no inch untouched. His ears wanted to hear Kratos’s cry of fulfillment. His nose wished to loose himself in the older man’s sweet smell. Lloyd needed to surrender to that primal rhythm, release from fiery passions within.

“I love you,” uttered the angel, blissfully in Lloyd’s ear.

The music of Kratos’s voice and lava like sensations filled his veins.

“Lloyd.” Kratos called his name in whispers caught in his throat, choking past his teeth almost bared, sweet and tender. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” came Lloyd’s nearly wordless reply, barely audible.

Swept away in the sea Kratos’s embrace, Lloyd felt one soft kiss, a gentle caress, slow dance of lips across his neck, closing his eyes, held close Lloyd ached for more. Skin on skin Lloyd craved, wanting, waiting, wondering when his craving would be fed. Anxious, Lloyd awaited the tangling of fingers in his hair, the slow crawl of Kratos’s arms winding down his. On Lloyd’s skin animated and flushed, excitement built. Kratos’s silky fingertips brushed lightly, goose bumps forming beneath, a shiver shooting up Lloyd’s spine.

Wiggling free from his jacket, left in his black tank top, Lloyd relished the feel of Kratos’s exploration. The angel’s nimble fingers slipped beneath loose clothing, under rough black fabric, cataloguing secret places revealed as he tugged off Lloyd’s top, pulled up over his head strewn aside. Anticipation and fear raced through Lloyd like ocean waves. No longer the frightened child, with innocent autumn-eyes, made in Anna’s image, but bold and full of self, living on instinct, he kissed Kratos. Lloyd’s arms wound around the angel, trailing down his back.

Taken into the stream of Lloyd, flowing, unabashed, Kratos made gentle love. With Lloyd naked from the waist up, Kratos bent forward kissing each rosy nub on Lloyd’s chest. Encompassing warmth, the wet cavern of Kratos’s mouth closed over Lloyd’s hardening nubs.

“Feels good…” Lloyd moaned, the rise and fall of his chest subtle, relaxed.

“I see.” Kratos’s voice was calm and soothing, though hidden hesitation surfaced in his eyes. Regret, sadness, a storm of emotions Lloyd associated with Kratos’s aura writhed inside his pools. The father in Kratos protested, parental instinct rebelling. He thought, /I’ve decided I’m going to hell so let me go out of love. Let the weight of my sin, of loving you Lloyd plunge me to hell’s further depths in sweetest ecstasy the human flesh can know/.

Lloyd frowned, blinking, looking up. “What’s wrong?”

Kratos shook his head, resting atop, wordless and torn, wrapping his wings around Lloyd.

The Ex-sphere mounted on the back of Lloyd’s right hand, the sapphire gem glowed dimly. “Mom seems sad because you doubt yourself,” Lloyd murmured. “Look, Kratos, I know that you knew Mom. You act like you’re my dad, so if you really are, and you think you’re going to hell cause you love me, take me there, cause I love you.”

Relief swept through, coaxed out by Lloyd’s tender yearnings. Smiling sadly, Kratos nodded, replying, “Hmm, well if I am who you think I am, let me fall first so I may catch you, Lloyd.”

“And when my wings grow, Kratos, I’ll catch you, too.” Lloyd’s inner strength shined through.

Although Kratos possessed power in fighting, easily besting Lloyd, Lloyd’s strong heart and firm resolve surpassed him, healed him, nurtured him, gave him the love he sought. In no one else could Kratos bare his soul, open the wounds of his heart, reveal the pain he so desperately hid. Lloyd became his salvation as Anna had, his light when darkness crept in, keeping alive his humanity.

“Soon, we’ll fly together.” Moving his hands beneath Lloyd’s neck, cradling his head as if he were a newborn child, Kratos said softly, “The angel you always wanted to be, you shall become, Lloyd.”

Smiling ecstatically, his honey-brown eyes full of joy, Lloyd surrendered. He understood what he meant when he asked ‘Kratos, will I die when I’m reborn as an angel, to let go of fear so he could truly love from the bottom of his heart, with all his body and soul.

Lloyd’s skin still felt faint trails where Kratos’s mouth had been. Kratos’s hands roamed down Lloyd’s chest, lightly flicking. He savored the smooth skin of Lloyd’s stomach, the rising swell below his bellybutton, descending flatter in the valley of thighs. Goose bumps rising, pulse pounding, Lloyd agonized under the slow crawl of Kratos’s play. Lloyd gasped, feeling cool air hit his arousal. Kratos ran his tongue along, tasting Lloyd’s sweetness, inhaling his scent. From between his lips soft like velvet, Kratos’s tongue danced harder, faster, more pressure as Lloyd’s hips swayed in rhythm and a cry escaped his throat.

As Lloyd found his release, the mana trapped inside him, burst free in an explosion of light blown out. He panted, eyes squeezed tight, his muscles unclenched, mind lost in post-orgasmic haze.

“That was…nice,” Lloyd exclaimed, with drowsy-lidded eyes, grinning. “I want to thank you letting me experience something between us so…special.”

Rolling off, Kratos stretched out facing Lloyd, stroking his cheek. “Good. Lloyd, look!”

Lloyd felt something behind his back, a new limb or appendage, no two. Wings! He fluttered them, his joy spilling out into a smile. He hugged Kratos hard. “But they’re smaller than Remiel’s. I can’t even fly with them.”

Their wingspan reached the length him arms, small like a cherubs, not quite big enough to fly with.

“It will take time to use them, and they’ll grow larger as your stronger,” Kratos explained, taking a washcloth to clean up after Lloyd’s release of his seed.

“Ah.” Lloyd nodded, hugging him. “Now that I’m an angel, will you teach me to fly, Kratos?” He nuzzled his face

“Of course.” A slight smile broke over Kratos’s features. “And I shall teach you to fight as one, too.”

“Oh, I can’t wait!” cried Lloyd, rejoicing.

For a long time in his eternal existence Kratos felt truly happy. The lovemaking with Lloyd drew them closer in their newfound relationship, a bond that’d be tested by adversity and Kratos’s mission for Cruxis. Would Kratos’s love for Lloyd, or his devotion to Cruxis control his heart? Now, father and son would prepare for their wedding and head to the Triet Ruins to release the first seal of fire on the Chosen’s journey of world regeneration.

TBC

Next chapter is their wedding, and Kratos teaches Lloyd to fly.