Dead Roses

*Rolls in over dramatically and waves* Hello people!!!!

Yuan: *Glares at me*

Eh heh…*sweatdrops*

Kratos: What’s wrong with him?

Zelos: You really don’t want to know Kratos, just be thankful they’re not picking on you.

Kratos…They?

Zelos: Ya, she found another one

Kratos: God Damning…

Emi: Hey!

Don’t worry they do this to me all the time. You’ll get used to it.

Disclaimer: If Emi or me owned Tales…you really don’t want to know.

Warnings: This is not a happy fic! It involves rape!! Yaoi rape! It’s not for you kiddies! So if you are a kiddy or don’t like that kind of that stuff then DON’T READ THIS FIC!!!

Good now that that’s over, here’s the story.

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An eerie silence floated through the great halls Dheris Kharlan, save the sound of someone working as silently as possible. Said person was working across form the lord of both worlds, Mithos Yggdrasill. Mithos frowned, watching from the other side of the room as Yuan worked. He'd seemed distant, lately, and it was starting to annoy him. Tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind his ear, the half-elf walked up behind him, leaning against his back. “Yu-an.....”

Yuan tried to withhold the shudder that threatened to run his spine. “Yes?” he asked in a voice just above a growl.

Mithos transformed into his child's form, so that he had to reach on his tiptoes to reach forward. “You've been distant lately, Yuan...” Mithos' voice still held the sweet, almost mockingly innocent tone that had always carried. “I wanted to see why....”

Yuan turned so he could face his ‘lord’ face to face. “What is it you are implying Yggdrasill?” He asked trying not to spit out the name. It would do him no good to lose himself to his temper here.

Frowning, he cupped the other's face, looking at him. “Why so upset, Yuan?” Mithos asked, using the sweet, innocent face that had always made Martel smile. Childish arms wrapped around his neck, and he pouted.

Yuan took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart, as well as not pull away. “Where's Kratos when I need him?” He thought to himself before replying, “I'm not angry...Yggdrasill...”

“You can call me Mithos....” His voice was sweet, gentle, almost like it was back before. Childish fingers played with soft blue hair, and he smiled.

Yuan stood up, out of Mithos 'present' reach. “I prefer to call you Yggdrasill.”

Frowning, though in this form it was more of a pout then anything, Mithos crossed his arms. “Why? I'm still Mithos...Yuan.”

“Mithos indeed...” Yuan mumbled under his breath, moving away slightly, “What is it that you desire ...Yggdrasill?”

Reaching up with small hands, the small angel cupped the pretty face that held so many memories of days past. “I want to remember.” He murmured, his voice growing wistful.

“Remember what? The days before...” Yuan checked himself before he could say anything...damaging. “My Lord if there is truly nothing you desire, then I will take my leave...”

“Yes...” The word was nearly a hiss, fingers tightening against soft skin. “I want to remember...” Mithos pushed the bigger man back down into his seat, eyes lowering.

Yuan nerves screamed at him and terror began to eat at him. He tried to push such thoughts away and stared at Mithos with a glare. “And what memories would I bring back ...Yggdrasill?”

“MITHOS....” He murmured forcefully, climbing on top of the bigger angel, childish fingers twining in soft hair. “Call me Mithos...Yuan.”

Yuan glared at him, perfectly aware that he was trapped. As small as Mithos's present form was, it still had all the strength of his adult self. “...Then what are you doing...Mithos...”

“Why so upset, Yuan?” His voice carried slight amusement, never a good thing. “I would have thought you'd like to remember before.... back when we where family.” It had been so nice, him and Yuan and HER, always together.

“That was a long time ago Mithos. We are now your subordinates, nothing more...” Yuan said trying to relax his growing anxiety. It would do him no good to panic now

Fingers traced gently over his cheeks, eyes narrowing. “But soon we will be a family again...we'll have her back...” His voice was forceful, as if daring him to contradict his dream.

Yuan almost rolled his eyes...Almost. “Yes Lord Yggdrasill.”

Hissing, fingers bit into pale skin, leaving tiny marks. “Mithos, Yuan...” His voice was like steel, eyes narrowing.

Yuan hissed in pain, but other wise he didn't make a sound, glaring up at Mithos, and clenching the chair handles.

“Have you forgotten about her already? How much she cared about you?” Mithos murmured, grip lessening slightly.

“...” Yuan looked away, guilt forcing it's way up, but he, also, quickly repressed such thoughts. “No Mithos, I haven't.”

“She always loved you...the way she looked at you, you could tell right away how much she cared for you.” Mithos' voice was wistful again; remembering days long past, back when he still believed everything would turn out all right, because him and Martel would always be together.

“...” Yuan tried to squash the guilt that continued to try to make it’s self into his mind. “What I am doing is saving her...” He tried to convince his mind, though the effect wasn’t working all to well.

His head rest against one shoulder, blonde hair catching the light as he gazed up at the other. “We where always so happy together...”

Yuan looked at him with what he hoped to be passive eyes. “We were...”

“I want to remember...” Mithos murmured, leaning up, closer then normal. “I want to see the Yuan that she saw...”

Yuan eyes widened at the implication. “M-Mithos...?”

Smiling, he leaned forward, kissing the man who was once his sister's, innocent and sweet as a child.

Yuan froze for a moment then kicked into high gear as he nearly screamed and pushed Mithos away violently with a strength that had even impressed him. “Wha-What are you doing Mithos!” He screamed at the child.

Landing on his rear, the angel blinked for a moment, dazed. Then, the anger settled in, and his eyes narrowed. “Yuan SIT.”

“In hell!” Yuan shouted back. “What are you trying to pull?!”

Rearing up, Mithos gave him a fierce look, walking towards the taller man. “I suggest you sit back down, big brother.” He murmured, using the name he hadn't called Yuan since Martel died.

Panic ensnared Yuan's mind. Without thinking Yuan tried to bolt.

Reaching, he grabbed the long ponytail, halting the other’s escape easily.

Yuan yelped as he landed on the floor, smacking his head on the ground and dazing himself.

Turning him over, Mithos sat down on his stomach, frowning. “Big brother, why did you run?”

Yuan tried to glare through the haze in his mind. “F-Fuck you Mithos...”

Hissing, the smaller angel leaned down, gripping his face. “And you kissed my sister with that mouth?”

Flinching, Yuan tried to shove Mithos away. Only to be easily pinned in his weakened state. Mithos smirked, and ran his fingers over one cheek. “Your so upset.... why?” Mithos tilted his head, leaning down.

He glared up defiantly at Mithos, “Don't even give me that bullshit Mithos!” Yuan growled out.

Smiling, Mithos kissed Yuan again, easily pinning his head down on the ground.

Kissing him hard, Mithos sighed, petting his cheek. This was what his sister had done, what his sister had tasted.

Yuan glared up at Mithos.

“Is this what Martel did?” His voice was quiet and dreamy, kissing the other over and over.

Yuan tried to once again represses the anxiety, but was having no luck of it... “Mithos...stop.”

Kissing him again, the childish angel looked at him, hair falling in his eyes.

Yuan glared up at him, his eyes betraying the growing fearing threading into his mind.

Licking his lips, Mithos smiled as he looked down at him. Fingers gently traced his features, just like his sister had always done…

Yuan closed his eyes, no longer being able to watch what Mithos was doing. He couldn’t believe he was being so weak. “...Stop...please, stop...”

“But I don’t want to...big brother.” He murmured, gently kissing him again.

Yuan tried again vainly again to escape. “Mithos...”

The dainty boy nuzzled into his neck, breathing in deeply. “Big brother....”

Yuan almost wanted to cry, His body and mind too dazed to properly fight back he could do nothing but endure this...torture...

“Did she hug you like this too...?” He asked, fingers trailing over his cheek.

“...” Yuan couldn't reply as he tried to steel his nerves against this onslaught.

“She always liked to hug you...I remember.” His voice was silky soft in his ear, lips barely brushing the tender skin.

Yuan tried not to flinch, and chose to glare up at Mithos once again. “Yggdrasill.”

“MITHOS.” He replied, kissing him again, open mouth like he'd once caught then doing, under the moonlight.

Yuan tried to force the invading tongue out with his own. “S-Stop!!” He tried to scream, but it only came out as a muffled whimper.

Sucking gently on Yuan's tongue, Mithos smiled, looking down at the body that lay underneath him. Not pausing, Mithos ran tiny little fingers over his shoulders, petting him gently. His touch was feather-light and mockingly soft.

Yuan whimpered, knowing his fate was sealed. “Stop...” He tried to reason once more.

“Big brother.... did you ever say that to my sister?” Mithos' voice was innocent, questioning against his ear.

Yuan tried to struggle again, “You are not your sister!” He shouted.

“Shhhh....it's okay...” He murmured, voice sweet and gentle, as his sister's had been when he'd had nightmares. Lips pressed over Yuan's silencing him.

Closing his eyes, Yuan desperately tried to think of a way to get Mithos off of him. Fingers found the first fastening of his top, and slowly they started to undo it, pulling it away from skin. Yuan whimpered and he reacted without thinking and bucked upwards, intending to knock Mithos off.

However not being pushed off, Mithos once again pinned him down. “Shhh..... stop fighting.” Teeth bit down on his lower lip, light and yet with clear warning.

Whimpering at the bite, Yuan tried to glare at Mithos but the haze in his mind began to boggle him down, and now the haze was shifting to something else...As much as he tried to resist.

Licking at the mark he'd made, Mithos' tiny fingers wormed into his clothing, slowly petting his skin, causing Yuan to wriggle under the touch.

Yuan closed his eyes and turned away as a blush working it's way up to his face.

Smiling, he nuzzled his cheek, fingers tracing soft skin delicately, wondering if Martel had ever gotten to touch him like this? Moving his hands lower he heard Yuan gasp as he brushed a nipple. Laughing, Mithos watched Yuan’s face as it contorted, fingers continuing their exploration. “Did she ever touch you like this...?”

Yuan turned his head back to Mithos and glared, though he just as quickly turned away, blushing even deeper as Mithos hands began to work their way down...

Too-soft lips pressed against skin gently, the tips of fine flaxen hair running along flesh, as Mithos tasted the exposed skin. “Mnn.....”

A moan slipped though Yuan's mouth. He burned an even deeper crimson. “D-Damn you Yggdrasill...”

“Mithos...” The name was soft against skin, pretty lips pressing against a dusky-soft nipple.

“Fine then! Damn you Mithos!!!” Yuan loudly cursed.

Licking over the nipple, the pretty boy pulled and tugged at the cloth that covered Yuan's body, exposing him to his eyes, causing the blush on Yuan's face to become darker as he turned away. Pale fingers traced over the exposed skin, and he smiled. “I can see why sister liked you so...such a handsome body...”

Yuan glowered at the far wall and chose not to answer Mithos's comment. This was humiliating as it was.

Giving his skin another soft kiss, Mithos eyes met his, his own green eyes boring into Yuan's, though Yuan did not back down. Sighing and kissing his forehead softly, Mithos reached down, between the legs so much longer then his own.

Hissing at the contact, though not in pain. Yuan screamed once more, try to get the child angel to see sense. “Mithos stop!”

Fingers stroked and pressed over cloth-covered skin, eyes roaming. He didn’t want to stop; he wanted to feel what his sister had.

Yuan bucked once again, trying to get his lord off, only to realize the grave error of his actions to late.

Mithos squealed in an almost childish delight, and continued to pet and stroke, kissing the other again.

Yuan’s head began to thrash along with his bodies withering, as his skin began to heat.

Kissing him again, Mithos’s tongue pressed into that warm, heated mouth, gripping him tightly. It was always so much fun watching him squirm.

Yuan bit down on the tongue hoping to make him to stop. It only made Mithos growl, and he bit back, sucking at the life fluid that seeped from the wound.

Yuan gasped and his body jumped in the pain, as fingers clasped around him tighter, petting him gently, slowly. He moaned and bucked into the hands, guilt eating away at his mind.

Licking his lips, Mithos watched him, nuzzling his neck. “Such a nice voice....”

Dawning a look of guilt mixed with pain and betrayal, Yuan tried to with hold the bitter sigh that threatened to spill forth.

Mithos wasted no time and tugged at the last remaining pieces of clothing, Mithos smiled, wanting to see the rest of Yuan's skin. Finally pulling it away to completely reveal Yuan’s shivering body. Mithos smiled. Tiny fingers ran over smooth hips, stroking gently.

Biting his lip till it bled, the angel tried to with hold a moan.

Mithos noticed the running blood, and lapping at the crimson liquid greedily, he sighed, nestling atop the bigger body.

Trying not to cry out at the contact, Yuan's body betrayed him and bucked.

Wriggling out of his own clothing Mithos looked down at the other figure. “Something wrong, Yuan?”

Yuan glared at him and tried to sit up, though his head was swimming, for various reasons

Slowly, the light fabric was tossed aside, and the childish body was exposed. Still sitting atop him, the cute blonde grinned.

Glaring at the naked child in front of him Yuan tried to push him away.

Sitting back on top of the equally naked figure, Mithos gave him an innocent smile. “Why don't you want to play, brother dearest?”

“Fuck you Mithos!” Yuan said, venom spill forth as he practically spit out he name.

Giving him the hurt look he had only truly used with Kratos, Mithos whined. “I'm gonna tell Martel...” He whimpered, looking for the entire world the hurt little boy that had been lost thousands of years ago.

Glaring loathingly, Yuan lashed out at Mithos, and struck his face.

Snarling, Mithos pinned the other down, fingers easily holding slim wrists.

Yuan gave a startled shout and began thrashing again, trying to get Mithos off of him, his subdued anger returning full stead.

Riding the thrashing, Mithos groaned, hissing as it ground them together, and Yuan, realizing what he was doing, almost completely froze.

Whining in disappointment, the smaller angel pouted, though his face was now quite flushed.

Glaring up at him, Yuan shouted, “Get off!”

Not listening, the small angel pressed his lips against the pale neck, grinding against him; their bodies flush against each other.

Anxiety once again settling in Yuan shouted in terror and tried to squirm out of Mithos's Arms.

Gentle fingers ran over his skin, pale flesh meeting equally pale flesh as he ground against him slowly. It felt good, causing his eyes go lid and a slow smile to slip over his face. The smile only grew as he felt Yuan squirm even more, trying to escape his grasp. His cheeks where flushed a pretty pink, lower lip held between teeth as he looked down. Fingers went lower, ghosting over the most sensitive place in the other male's body slowly, touching. Lower still, and he smiled, looking up at the other with hazy eyes.

Yuan stared up at him with a flushed face, but frightened eyes.

“When you scream, scream her name.” His voice was soft and hushed, one finger curiously pressing in.

“I will not scream for you, you sick BASTARD!” Yuan screamed at him.

“You screaming now, Yuan.” The child pointed out, smiling sweetly as slim fingers pressed deep into the warm body.

Yuan grit his teeth as the fingers probed him but with held from screaming out.

Watching him with rapt fascination, Mithos pressed his curious fingers in deeper, feeling muscles clench around them.

Eyes clenching as well, Yuan turned his face away, pants slowly leaking their way out.

Nuzzling against his skin, the other boy smiled, mussed hair falling into his eyes. “Pretty...”

Wincing at the poor treatment, Yuan once again nearly shouted as he felt something inside himself tear.

Feeling blood on his fingers, Mithos tsked, pressing them deeper still.

Holding back tears he knew were threatening to spill, he cried out, “Stop!”

Such an upset voice. Sighing, Mithos tried to be a bit gentler, like he knew his sister would have been.

Yuan eyes suddenly went wide as something inside him was struck. This time he could not hold his cry in…

The cry was so damn pretty, Mithos couldn't help but sigh, kissing under his watery eyes. Loving the heavy panting, and the body actually bucking against the invading digits. Licking the pretty man's cheek, Mithos continued to press his fingers deep.

Crying out again, Yuan’s head began thrashing.

The cries where getting to him, making him want to press into him. “Mn…”

“Nnnnn!” Yuan's pants and cries were getting louder as his body began wildly thrusting.

Pulling his fingers free of the gripping, warm little hole, Mithos smiled down at him.

Yuan's brain was in a total haze and he could no more than whimper as the fingers were removed. He looked up at Mithos, seeing him gently run his fingers over his skin.

Mithos smiled. Gently, carefully, he pressed into the other man, hissing and whimpering.

Crying out, only one clear thought broke through the haze, “THIS IS MITHOS! HE'S ABOUT TO FUCK YOU!!!” Yuan panicked again and tried to push away.

Not stopping even as the other struggled, the pretty angel thrust in all the way, feeling muscles clench around him. Crying out in his young, childish voice, he clutched at the other.

Yuan screamed as pain over took his senses. “Ahh MITHOS!!! Stop PLEASE!!!”

Covering Yuan’s mouth with his lips, Mithos whined, cheeks flushed as muscles clenched around him, the feeling bringing him even closer.

Trying to force his body to relax Yuan breaths came in large pants, and the tears he had been holding were now leaking freely.

Pausing, Mithos looked down, waiting for the body to stop clenching around him so tight, for Yuan to relax. “A-Ahh...” It felt so good; he couldn't stop the tiny shiver.

Yuan’s body finally relaxed slightly, as he began to shake slightly.

Mithos cupped his face, gently starting to lick up the salty tears, tasting them on his tongue and sighing, even as Yuan tried to halt his own tears.

Sucking the tiny droplets from the flushed face, Mithos purred, pressing his cheek to Yuan's damp one.

Yuan closed his eyes and turned away. Self-hate etched in his features.

Moving slowly, Mithos took in a deep, calming breath, childish face flushed in pleasure.

Yuan simply waited for Mithos to make his next move, and simply finish this...He had given up fighting...

Childish, soft fingers stroked over his sides, face flushed as he kissed the tear-stained lips, pressing them apart.

“...” Having no resistance, Yuan simply lay there taking whatever Mithos gave.

Fingers reached, wrapping around him slowly, feeling sensitive skin twitch under his touch, and Yuan's eye's shut and he sighed, feeling himself become aroused.

Striking deep inside, Mithos whined, biting down on tender skin.

Moaning at the pained and pleasure shocks that ran up his back, Yuan face became flushed as well.

Moving down, the pretty blonde buried his face against Yuan’s chest, licking the warm skin there, whimpering needing.

Yuan body eventually adjusted and he thrust back.

Gasping, at Yuan’s final participation, he thrust back, unable to get enough of that warm, impossibly tight heat that surrounded him. “Big brother...”

“...” Yuan opened his eyes slightly “...Mithos...please, don't call me by that name...not now...”

Smiling, Mithos reached up, stroking over the pretty, flushed features, pressing deeper in.

Yuan looked away, Cleary embarrassed as well as aroused.

Thrusting in hard, Mithos cried out in his too-young voice, round cheeks red. “Big brother....”

Yuan flinched, but accepted this without a fight...Though which was the worse injury he wasn't entirely sure…

Shuddering, Mithos wailed against his chest, mouth falling on a nipple to try and muffle the noise, and meeting his thrusts, Yuan began panting and whimpering.

Softly, Mithos whimpered the name he had called the other years ago against his chest, hitting the spot inside him.

Yuan cried out loudly his body getting closer to spasms

Gripping the other close, Mithos felt his own eyes begin to water, burying his cheek against the warm chest.

“Nnnn… Ah...uhnnn!! S-So close...” Yuan cried.

“Say her name…” He whispered, soft and barely there against his chest, curling his fingers tighter.

“.... M-” Yuan stopped his voice chocked with tears, as new ones began to freely flow down his cheeks.

“Say it...!” His voice was louder now, more commanding as teeth bit down onto skin.

“...” Yuan closed his eyes and tried to calm himself enough to speak. “Mar… tel…”

Sighing, Mithos thrust harder, feeling himself get closer. “Louder...”

“...Martel...” Yuan said as tears once again began to fall, “Martel...Oh Gods...Martel please forgive me!”

That did it, crying out, he kissed him, hitting him as deep as possible as fingers stroked all over him.

Mithos screams were meet with Yuan's own, as he was sent over the edge of ecstasy.

A moment later after coming down from his orgasm, Mithos buried his face against sweat-damp skin, sucking in deep breaths.

Yuan lay there shuddering and trying to breath. Mind slowly coming slowly down from it's high.

Slowly getting up, Mithos sat back on his haunches, smiling as he looked down.

Not daring to look at Mithos, Yuan brought his arms up and wrapped them around himself.

Reaching up, he ran his finger over the lean belly, popping it into his mouth with a child's curiosity.

Yuan looked at Mithos hand then away and quietly asked, “Are you done?”

Tasting the sticky liquid on his finger, Mithos hummed, popping it out of his mouth. “Okay.”

“...I see...” Was Yuan's only reply as he got up, put on his scattered clothes, and slowly limped away. Perhaps he could at least make it to his room before he collapsed…He walked down the hall, passing Kratos, who looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend's tear-streaked face and mussed up body. "What happened to you?"

(Mithos: *still lazily enjoying himself* ~)

“...Don't ask, just help me to my room…” Yuan said.

Shaking his head, he undid his cloak, wrapping it around Yuan and picking him up.

“And where were you?” Yuan asked weakly.

“Checking on the redhead chosen.” He murmured, slightly worried as he looked down at the face, cheeks still damp with tears.

“...I see...” Yuan said weakly.

Gently, he pushed open his door, setting the tired body down on the bed with a sigh.

Yuan looked up through blood shot eyes at Kratos “...Kratos...could you stay here...for at least a little while...I'm...frightened...”

This just made the dark haired man even more worried about the other as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Yuan reached out and grabbed Kratos hand. He clenched around it again then closed his eyes allowing himself to fall into unconsciousness

Sighing, he slowly stroked pale hair, watching his friend sleep. He's get to the bottom of this…somehow…

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Yuan: You there! I’ll kill the both of you!!!!

Ekk! Run Emi, I’ll keep him distracted.

Emi: …Right.

Hopefully we’ll be able to do another chapter later, if I’m not dead…