Make up your mind

Zelos slipped quietly into the room. He'd been careful not to be spotted on his way there; he couldn't have the group finding out just where he'd been going at night, or more to the point, who he was with. Once inside, he turned to the room's other occupant. “Miss me?” he purred, with a sexy smile.

“You're late.” Kratos growled, he was already in an incredibly pissed mood due to Lloyd-tachi's latest stupidities.

“I couldn't slip away any earlier,” Zelos explained matter-of-factly, “Raine was organizing notes in the inn's common room. She only just went to bed.” He approached closer to Kratos, running his hands up the older man's chest. “Forgive me?” he asked, just a little plaintively.

“I suppose...” Kratos said, allowing his lust to over take him. “You'll have to make it up to me though.”

Zelos smirked seductively. “But of course,” he purred, beginning to remove Kratos' clothing, “Anything you want.”

“I want you screaming for me to fuck you harder.” Kratos growled, hands immediately fondling Zelos through his clothing.

Zelos moaned a bit at his touch, pressing his hips forward eagerly. “Mmm, yess,” he responded. “Sounds like a good plan to me.” Undoing Kratos' pants, he reached in and wrapped one hand around Kratos' arousal, as the other finished removing the interfering garments.

Kratos grunted and used his other hand to undo Zelos' vest and take it off. “Zelos...” He groaned, hand working at Zelos' erection. “Fuck, I want you.”

“Ohh, yes,” Zelos moaned, withdrawing his grip so as to work on removing his clothing with both hands, “All yours.” He undressed with record speed, pressing his nude form up against Kratos as his hands went back to work, stroking and teasing all over.

Kratos eyed Zelos with an unrelenting lust. He quickly moved his pants low enough to set his member free then looked the other straight in the eye. “Suck me.” He ordered calmly, though his eyes were anything but.

Zelos quickly obeyed, kneeling down before Kratos, removing the garments in the way and taking the hard arousal into his mouth. He moistened the skin all over with a few swipes of his tongue, before beginning to bob his head backward and forward, taking in a little more each time.

“Fuuuuuuuuuckk...” Kratos growled, immediately arching into the action. He grabbed Zelos by the hair and pushed him further on him. “Fuck Zelos, you make such a good whore...”

Zelos sucked a bit harder, trying to ignore the sting of Kratos' words. He knew what Kratos thought of him, even if he regarded the older man as more... He began to move faster, taking Kratos as deep as he could without choking, flickering his tongue over sensitive areas all the while.

“Zelos...” Kratos growled thrusting into him at a growing pace, lust over taking his senses and making him blind to the other. “Fuck! Fuuuuuuuucccckkk....”

Zelos stilled, wincing as Kratos thrust harder right into the back of his throat, barely able to keep himself from gagging and choking. It was all he could do not to pull away, but Kratos' hands on the back of his head were a constant reminder to keep still, and so he managed to keep his tongue in motion, trying to speed Kratos' climax and end the situation however he could.

Kratos jerked suddenly and pulled back to squirt his essence all over Zelos' face.

Zelos waited there cum rolling down his face, panting and trying to regain his breath for a moment before he had the presence of mind to wipe his face off.

Kratos pulled Zelos up by his hair and kissed him deeply. He pulled back a moment later, licking his lips. “Delicious.”

Zelos did his best to smile seductively, favoring silence over trying to force words through his abused and rather sore throat.

Kratos smiled. “Tell me that you want more. I want to hear you scream for me.”

Zelos pressed himself up against Kratos' body. “I need more,” he murmured obediently, if a bit hoarsely, “I want to feel you, want you to fuck me so hard I scream. Please, Kratos...” Sometimes Zelos was amazed at his own acting ability... amazed, and disgusted.

Kratos smirked just a tad cruelly. He turned Zelos around and pressed his face into the bed, moving himself to his private entrance and pressed in quickly. “So good... You manage to make yourself tighter every time I see you.”

Zelos whimpered a bit in pain, forcing himself to relax and allow Kratos entrance. After a moment, the pain had dulled enough that he could push himself backward onto Kratos' arousal, as he knew the other would want. “Y-yeess,” he managed to grunt, trying to make his tone sound like lust instead of pain.

Kratos pushed all the way to the hilt, giving Zelos just a moment to adjust before moving. He quickly moved to a faster pace. “Touch yourself Zelos...”

Zelos reached a hand down to stroke his own member, focusing on the pleasure he felt from that to push aside the pain. “Mmm,” he moaned, “ohh, yes...” He could feel Kratos' member barely grazing that sensitive point inside him, and adjusted the angle of his hips just slightly. Immediately, pleasure washed through him as Kratos' thrusts began hitting it dead-on. “Ohh, Kratos, yes!” he cried louder.

Kratos lost most control and pounded into Zelos. “Fuck! Goddess yes!!” He groaned. “Zelos, fuck! Scream for me!!!” He nearly roared, one hand going to Zelos' waist and quickly turning him around so he could see him.

Zelos stroked himself faster, feeling his climax building despite the added pain from Kratos' roughness. “Yes, oh, yes, Kratos, more!” he cried out, voice rising, “Goddess, oh, oh, yes, KRATOS!” He came with a jerk as he screamed Kratos' name, spilling hot seed between their bodies.

Kratos closed his eyes and bent his head letting loose a sigh of relief and pleasure, and came into Zelos. He leaned above him, shaky breaths causing his body to shudder.

Zelos gradually came back to himself, wincing as he realized just how rough they'd gotten. Walking was not going to be fun the next few days...

Kratos pulled out of Zelos, moving away from him and to the end off the bed. “You should head back.” He stated simply.

Zelos sighed and sat up, wincing in pain. “Okay,” he said a little hoarsely, reaching for his clothes and pulling them on gingerly. Without another word, he made his way slowly out the door, doing his best not to limp.

“Fuck... I did it again...” Kratos muttered to himself as soon as he know Zelos was gone.

Zelos staggered down the street toward the town's other inn, where the group was staying. Every step hurt a little more, but he kept pushing onward. “I can rest... when I'm back in my room,” he gasped to himself, “Fuck, he really hurt me this time...” He managed a few more steps before his knees gave out, and he slumped to the pavement, darkness overtaking his senses.

-

Yuan wasn't sure why the renegades that were stationed in Flanoir had called his attention to this frozen town in the middle of the night, but he guessed it must have been rather important. “Damned meetings... even though I can't feel it I know somethings freezing off right now!” He grumbled, pulling his coat tighter around him.

He tried to walk faster through the snow when his foot something and he unceremoniously tripped and landed on his face. Cursing in every language he knew he turned to see what he had tripped on. His eyes widened in shook then further in horror. “ZELOS!” He screamed scrambling over to the other.

Zelos lay there, unconscious but breathing, his extremities beginning to show a bluish tinge.

Yuan sighed in relief when he found the other was still alive. “Gods Zelos, what happened to you?” He asked aloud, hoisting the chosen up and carrying him to his base where he knew he could find a doctor.

He entered the room, waving off the salutes he received. “No time for that, get a doctor in here now!” He said and the others finally noticed the person their boss was carrying.

“Who... what the hell happened?” One of the renegades shouted in surprise, quickly leading their boss upstairs to a bed.

Following him up, Yuan set Zelos down and immediately started wrapping him in every blanket he could find. “No time to explain, I need that doctor here now!”

Zelos began to stir, hearing all the commotion around him. He opened his eyes slowly, but couldn't focus well enough to make out much more than blurs. “...What?” he asked weakly, “wh-where am I?”

“Zelos?” Yuan asked. “Zelos, this is Yuan... you'll be okay, I'm getting you a doctor right now.”

Zelos blinked in surprise, squinting a bit in an attempt to make out some features on the blurry figure that had spoken. “Yuan?...” he muttered, “why are you here? ...wait, where am I? I have to get... back to Lloyd...”

“No Zelos, you're far to sick. You'll have to remain till we can be sure you don't have pneumonia.” Yuan said, still gathering more blankets and putting them on him.

“...They'll worry if... I'm not there,” Zelos protested weakly, “they'll start to ask questions. I can't answer... too many questions. Things will all fall apart...”

“I'll make you some excuse, right now you worry about getting better.” Yuan scolded.

“Yes, sir,” Zelos quipped with a weak smile. Letting his eyes fall closed, he found himself drifting back to sleep.

Yuan sighed. “Alright... now the hard part...” He muttered to himself.

-

“...and he has a slight hemorrhage that I am most certain is due to... something sexual...” The doctor finished.

“I see, well thank you. You can return to base.” Yuan nodded to him, then turned his attention back to Zelos.

“Thank you sure, I'll see you later.” The doctor said and left.

Zelos stirred in his bed, opening his eyes slowly. “Ow,” he announced to the ceiling groggily. “I hurt,” He coughed a bit, “and I think I have a cold.”

“That's to be expected,” Yuan answered him, “for being outside for so long.”

“Yuan!” Zelos said in surprise, struggling a bit as he sat up, “I forgot for a minute... I guess you must have been the one that found me there, huh?”

“Yes chosen.” Yuan replied. “You were barely alive when I found you.”

Zelos shuddered a bit at the thought. “...Thanks,” he said quietly, “I'm sorry you had to go to so much trouble.”

“It would be unfortunate if one of my best spies suddenly died on me.” Yuan said with a slight smirk.

Zelos nodded, “I'm sure it would.” The reminder stung a little, but Zelos was used to being other people's plaything. Yuan just played different games than Kratos. “How soon can I return?” he asked.

“Ah... I was joking.” Yuan said looking away. “I don't think you should return until all your wounds, both physical and mental are healed.”

Zelos frowned, not liking the sound of that. “There's nothing wrong with my mind,” he protested, “I understand not letting me go back until I can fight properly, but there's no need to keep me here any longer than that.”

“Zelos, I think you need time to heal from sexual assault.” Yuan said with a glare. “I would do the same for any other working under me and I will do the same for you.”

Zelos' eyes widened, and then he looked away. “I... wasn't assaulted.” he muttered.

“Then could you explain your hemorrhage in your... anal regions?” Yuan asked with a slight scowl.

Zelos kept his face turned away, “I asked for it, all right?”

“I guess I could see that...” Yuan said thoughtfully. “I mean you walk around looking sexy, practically screaming libido...” He laughed lightly, not seeming to realize the indications of his words.

Zelos forced himself to smile, “Exactly. I'm... always asking for it, aren't I?”

“That was also a joke. Any assaults on a person are still assaults, understand? Now I want you to lay down and take it easy until you've fully healed.” Yuan ordered. “If you need any assistance do not hesitate to ask.”

“Fine,” Zelos grumbled, “I'll stay; I won't be any help to them for a little while anyway.”

Yuan sighed. “Zelos, I understand that I am probably one of the few people you wish to speak to about what happened, but I want you to know that you are always welcome to come to me about anything at anytime.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zelos muttered, wondering when Yuan would just leave. He wasn't interested in talking to anyone, and as he said, especially not with Yuan.

“Other wise once you are healed I release you from your duties for a while.” Yuan continued, looking away. “I'll see you later.” He finished and walked out.

Zelos blinked at him in surprise; that had been unexpected. “...Thanks?” he murmured to the empty room. Shaking his head at his own idiocy, he laid back and tried to go back to sleep.

-

It was two days later that the doctor had return to inspect Zelos. He clicked his tongue thoughtfully as he finished his exam. “I think you're safe to go Mister Wilder.” He looked down at his patient. “Though I strongly suggest you take it easy, or perhaps even take a vacation.”

“Thanks, doc,” Zelos told him, “I'll keep that in mind.” He wasn't sure how he was expected to 'take it easy' when none of the group knew what happened, but that was all right; he didn't intend to obey anyway.

“Alright, I'll release you from the infirmary and you can be on your way. I do recommend you take these pain killers though.” He said, handing Zelos a container of pills.

Zelos took them, thanking the doctor, and left the office, making his way back to Lloyd's group. Once inside he asked the inn keeper and they said that Lloyd's group had just returned from a trip. He was quickly given the room numbers and made his way there.

“Zelos!” The group exclaimed upon seeing him. “You're back!”

“When we'd heard that you were attacked by a bear we feared the worst! Yuan told us all about it!” Lloyd said.

“Yeah, I was pretty roughed up,” Zelos said, “But I'm fine now! Their healers made sure there wouldn't even be any scars!”

“I think we should take Yuan up on his suggestion and go on a vacation, I think we all need it.” Raine said wisely.

As much as it rankled with Zelos to be going along with Yuan's plans, he could hardly disagree without raising suspicions. “That sounds great!” he exclaimed, “Where should we go?”

“How about Altamira?” Sheena, oddly enough, suggested.

Zelos grinned, although inside he was rather nonplussed by the thought of having too much time to think. “Great idea, my sweet hunny!” he exclaimed.

“Alright then it's settled, to Altamira.” Lloyd exclaimed happily, already getting ready to head out. Genis and Colette began to follow suit and eventually everyone was packed up and ready to get out of the frozen desert.

-

“Look! Lloyd a crab!” Colette cried happily.

“Yeah! It's huge!” Lloyd exclaimed.

Zelos smiled at their enthusiasm as he sunned himself on the beach. He eyed a couple of giggling girls who had been watching him, and flashed them a sexy grin.

The girls giggled more, blushing and waving back shyly.

Rising languidly, Zelos made his way over to them. “Hello, ladies,” he purred, “Enjoying this lovely day?”

“Zelos!!” Someone screamed before a water balloon smashed upside his head, exploding on impact.

The girls laughed even harder, holding each other up.

Zelos turned around, irritated. “Okay, who threw that?” he demanded indignantly.

All of Lloyd-tachi pointed to someone leisurely sitting in the same chair Zelos had just been in, enjoying the sun. They had a giant sun hat on so the sun wouldn't bother their eyes to much, however you also couldn't see their face.

Glaring at the person, Zelos stalked over and whipped the hat off their head. His eyes widened as he saw who was underneath.

“Hello chosen.” Yuan said with a wide grin. “Nice day today isn't it?”

Zelos glared at him, “What are you doing here?”

“I decided to take my own advice actually.” Yuan answered.

“Did you now,” Zelos replied, eyes narrowed, “And of course you chose to come to a place packed full of rich idiots. Where better for you to take a vacation?”

“I like the sea.” Yuan answered honestly. “I also like being able to blend in with a crowd.”

“Your hair doesn't blend in anywhere,” Zelos pointed out half-heartedly, knowing that he was fighting a losing battle, “But whatever, just don't bug me anymore.” He turned to leave for some other part of the beach.

“I thought you needed to cool down...” Yuan said with a mischievous smirk.

Zelos shot him another glare over his shoulder as he wandered off.

-

That night, Zelos wandered away from the casino, tired of all the flashing lights and stupid people. With a slight sigh, he leaned on the railing of the bridge, looking out across the water.

“Having fun chosen?” A voice asked suddenly to the left of him.

Zelos turned to Yuan, “Not especially. What do you want?”

“My, and here I thought you were a regular party animal...” Yuan said with a small grin. “All my stalking and watching you have been in vain if I can't even get that right.”

Zelos looked at him, a comically disturbed expression on his face. “...stalking?” he squeaked slightly.

Yuan looked at him from the corner of his eye then broke out laughing. “My Gods!! Your face!” He laughed so hard he cried. “Ah! I knew you were entertaining but this is to much!!”

Zelos pouted, disgruntled. Then suddenly, he grinned, with just a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes. “I suppose you got me there,” he admitted, shifting a bit and casually moving closer to Yuan as he did so. When he was close enough, he suddenly grabbed the other, throwing him over the bridge's railing and hearing a gratifying splash.

“How's that for 'entertaining'?” he asked, leaning over the edge to see where Yuan had fallen.

Yuan did not resurface, though there was plenty of splashing about before that too stopped and only a few bubbles made it to the surface.

Zelos' eyes widened. “Oh, shit,” he muttered. He climbed onto the edge of the bridge and quickly dove into the water where Yuan had fallen, seeking out the Seraph's form beneath the surface. Spotting him, he made his way over to the other and wrapped his arms around him, dragging him back up to the surface and swimming toward land as hard as he could.

Yuan lay still in Zelos' arms, eyes shut lightly.

Zelos dragged both of them onto the land, then focused on Yuan, patting his face lightly. “Yuan?” he asked worriedly, “Wake up, come on!” He pushed on the other man's chest, trying to get any water out of his lungs, “Please, don't do this. The Renegades will kill me.”

Yuan didn't stir for another few moments, heart slowing.

Zelos opened Yuan's mouth carefully, unable to believe what he was doing, or even what was happening. Slowly, he lowered his mouth and sealed it over Yuan's, pinching the other's nose shut and breathing into his lungs.

There was still no movement from Yuan.

Zelos repeated the breath, then drew back, placing his hands on the center of Yuan's chest and pushing down. Fifteen compressions, then two more breaths...

Yuan's eyes fluttered, then he suddenly turned and heaved all the water he had taken in on to the sand. He continued to throw up till he was finished, then he just shook, trying to breath.

Zelos took a deep breath, the knot of tension in his stomach relaxing somewhat. “Are you all right now?” he asked quietly, uncertain what else he could say, “I'm... really, really sorry about that. If I'd known...”

“That I sink like a rock?” Yuan wheezed. “There's not much to know...”

“Sorry,” Zelos muttered, looking away.

“I assume you saved me...” Yuan said, not looking at him. “Then it's fine...”

“I couldn't just let you drown, not after it was my fault you were in there in the first place,” Zelos replied, not willing to let it go just yet. “Look,” he sighed, “let me help you back to your room. You're staying at the hotel, right?”

Yuan just nodded, trying to still his body's shaking. He wrapped his hands around himself.

Zelos looked at him in concern, moving closer. He wrapped an arm around Yuan to help him up. “Can you walk okay?” he asked gently.

“Ah...” Yuan mumbled, all earlier confidence completely gone.

“What's wrong?” Zelos asked, sitting down beside Yuan instead, perfectly willing to wait here. It was an odd feeling, to see the usually confident Seraph so... lost.

“Wrong...?” Yuan repeated. “I... no-nothing... nothings wrong...”

“Yuan,” Zelos said, “I'm not going to press you, if you don't want to talk about it, but... you're shaking so badly that you can't even walk. Clearly, something is wrong.”

“It's fine... chosen, I'll be good in a bit...” Yuan said, still on his automatic responses.

“I don't believe you,” Zelos said bluntly, “but as I said, I won't press you for details you don't want to give. I'll wait here with you until you're all right, though, just to make sure you get back.”

Yuan just wrapped his hands tighter around himself, still trying to regain control of his body. He cursed his own weakness to the high heavens.

After a moment, Zelos began to stroke his back awkwardly, unsure of how else he could help.

Pulling up his legs, Yuan put his head on his knees. He started to mutter something in angelic.

“Who's dead?” Zelos asked softly, having understood at least part of what Yuan said... he'd had the same training Colette had, after all, even if he hadn't been as attentive.

Yuan looked at him in shock. “D-Dead? No one's dead... it's fine...” He shivered again. “It's just fine.”

“Yuan,” Zelos said, “I'm trying to help you here. It's my fault you're like this right now, but I don't know what to do. Will you let me help?”

Yuan looked at him. “Strange... I was under the impression you hated me.”

“Well, I don't like you much,” Zelos admitted, “but... I don't know. I can't just leave you here like this. Not after it's my fault. Besides, if something happened to you, after what happened here, the Renegades would hunt me down.”

“I see... self preservation.” Yuan scoffed, he stood up on wobbly legs, now more in his right mind. “I'm sorry I troubled you.” He was now in more of an embarrassed state, after being so weak around a subordinate.

“Hey,” Zelos said, “I said 'besides', didn't I? Here,” he wrapped his arm around Yuan's shoulders again, “I'm not letting you out of my sight until I'm sure you'll be okay.”

Yuan shivered at the contact. “Zelos... please don't. I know you could careless about my well being. You barely care about staying loyal to the renegades.” He looked at him. “I know this so don't go about trying to get my hopes up, please.”

Zelos sighed. “Just accept the help for once?” he said tiredly, “I don't know why I'm doing any of this, but... I don't want to leave you alone right now. Okay?”

Yuan stopped for a moment and looked up at him, eyes shining dully with mental exhaustion. “If that is what you require to feel better, then fine.”

“Now you're starting to sound like me,” Zelos muttered, “Let's just get you to your room, okay? You need rest.”

Yuan nodded dumbly, not particularly paying attention any longer.

Zelos guided him back up to his room in the hotel. “Will you be all right?” he asked.

“No.” Yuan answered. “But no matter what I answer with it won't matter...” He sighed, walking over to his bed, sitting down on it heavily.

“Why not?” Zelos asked, following after him.

“Why doesn't it matter? Because you don't care... you're just here to make yourself feel better.” Yuan answered, an irritated tone in his voice.

Zelos sighed. “I... maybe I am,” he admitted, “because... I don't like to see you hurting like this. It makes me uncomfortable. So maybe it is a selfish reason, but... I don't want to leave yet.”

Yuan scoffed again. “Well I feel fine, so just, don't. Go.”

“You just said you weren't all right,” Zelos pointed out, “If you really don't want me to be here, I'll go, but...”

“I won't let myself get hurt by you.” Yuan muttered.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Zelos replied.

“Want and will are two different things Wilder.” Yuan said, looking away.

Zelos sighed, hanging his head a bit. “I understand,” he said, “If that's the way you feel... I'll just leave you alone then.” He made his way toward the door.

-