Blood Bonds: An Angel's Love
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Blood Bonds
Title: Blood Bonds
Rating: M
Pairing: Lloyd x Kratos
Author’s notes: This is a Kratos/Lloyd fic as incest. If you are part of the majority who despises yaoi incest, don’t read. Flames will be tossed. You have been warned! For those who are interested, this takes place near the beginning of the game, contains spoilers. This fic was hard to keep the romantic element balanced by Kratos’s sense of responsibility as a parent, while trying to stay as true as possible to characters in the game. My first Symphonia fic, hope it came out okay. Feedback is appreciated. Thank
you.
//.....// is thoughts.
* * *
“I can’t believe the Desians killed Mom!” Lloyd wailed storming out of Dirk’s. He collapsed to the ground sobbing bitterly. Crystal clear tears bearing heavy pain trickled in wet tracks down his face, onto the cobblestone path that led to Anna’s grave. Sniffling, his sinuses stuffed, throat tight and eyes red, he crawled there trembling. Sight misted over, he gazed mournfully into the deep blue Exsphere sapphire gem mounted on the back of his left hand. It sparkled exquisitely, the light of the full moon dancing in its depths. “Mom, you died for this, no, for me.”
Snapped up, his visage shot through the woods in direction of the Iselia Ranch. His eyes, two narrow pinpoints of anger burned with rage. “And they turned Marble into a monster, I…killed her. I…I can’t take the pain. I don’t care what Dirk says. I must avenge them!” He sprung up crossing his arms, reaching for his twin blades. Hands tightening around his their hilts, he unsheathed them in one fluid motion.
“It’s dangerous for children to stray like that,” commanded a deep voice from behind.
Spinning around, Lloyd spied a tall darkly armored man. He stood wordlessly stiff as stone, the coattails of his cape blowing softly in the wind. His ruby irises bore down, his auburn hair ruffled slightly. “…So be a good boy and head back inside before everyone worries.”
“No, Kratos, there’s something I must do.” Lloyd’s iron grasp on his sword’s hilts tightened, his entire body tense like a coil almost sprung.
“…I see. Then I’m afraid I can’t let you,” the mercenary replied, brandishing his blade, charging at lightning fast speed, Lloyd could hardly blink. I love you. I can’t loose you like I did Anna if the Desians might kill you. I’ve lost and loved too much.
The brown hair swordsman found himself flat on the ground, hearing the clank of metal on stone, his twin blades strewn aside. //Dammit, Lloyd! Humiliated again, I couldn’t even attack.// Tears welled in his large chocolate eyes squeezed tight. He clenched his jaw, fists slamming the ground hard. “Mom, I…I’m sorry.”
//Anna, he’s so like her, it hurts,// Kratos reflected, kneeling over his son. He gently scooped him in his arms, cradling him to his chest. “You must have patience. As of yet you cannot even deflect, much less evade my blows. Would you survive if the Desians showed no mercy, hmm?”
Images of the Granny Marble whipped mercilessly as he gazed helplessly through barbed wire flashed through Lloyd’s racing mind. She was like your grandma. //Forgive me, Genis!//
“Good, you are thinking. That is wise.” Kratos nodded soberly, running his gloved fingers through his son’s spiked hair, reminding him of his own during his youth.
//Damn you, Kratos. What do you know of my pain, the people I killed? The villagers who died because of me?// Paralyzed with pain, Lloyd remained powerless in Kratos’s tender grasp. Gazing up, he searched the older man desperately. He expected malice, a scolding or lecture about his skills. In contrast to Kratos’s stoic features, Lloyd saw a softening in his eyes, affection revealed only to him since their journey began. Lloyd interpreted his prior criticism as rivalry: this older, this superior swordsman who acted so mighty in every way, besting anyone in combat he ever laid eyes on.
“Lloyd, get up,” he ordered huskily, prodding his son up. “If you want, I’ll train you, assuming you wish to survive this arduous journey.”
A thrill raced through. “Of course, stop pretending your SOOO perfect!” Lloyd smirked rolling off the ground, snagging his double blades thrust directly at Kratos. They crossed, steel clanged, sparks flew. Lloyd huffed, gritting his teeth, pushing with all his might back into Kratos’s single weapon, his boot heels digging in soil. Contact broken, he parried loosing his balance.
“Wide open!” Kratos hissed, closing in.
“S-shit!” Eyes peeled, Lloyd flipped back, alternating rapid left and right thrusts faster than he could breath. “I won’t loose!”
Kratos countered effortlessly with his right, smiling inwardly, steady gaze appearing fixed on the boy’s haphazard form, but really, the fire in his soul.
//Mom, show him your true power!!// Lloyd frowned, the Exsphere gem in his left hand burst into glowing blue flame. Emanating light, he jumped swinging down, momentarily breaching Kratos’s iron defenses.
//That light!// Kratos detected Anna’s life force from the Exsphere merging with her son’s, unleashing an incredible immortal strength. He froze, stunned, seeing her image in Lloyd’s. In a single crushing moment, he relived her tragic death. He heard a human calling from her monstrous form, //my love, please release me so I can die with a human heart.//
“I can’t!” cried Kratos in the present.
//Please, my dear, I beg you,// Anna implored, her human conscious vanishing like gossamer threads dissolved in morning light.
//My son, forgive me for my sin,// Kratos prayed.
//Thank you,// a sparkle of humanity in her visage seemed to say.
“Mommy!” wailed three-year-old Lloyd, running to Anna’s tumbling form as Kratos slashed, vanishing with her down the cliff.
Kratos searched its base, the entire surrounding area, only to find her body amidst a heap of Desian corpses he’d slain. Heart broken for the next 14 years until he discovered dear Lloyd survived, he wandered aimlessly searching for a way humans might wield the Eternal Sword.
“Kratos, are you okay?” Lloyd asked in the present, shaking him.
“Yes, I’m fine,” he answered, recovering. “Now let’s break for today.”
//How mysterious, why did he say ‘I can’t?’ out of nowhere. He never makes sense at times,// Lloyd reflected, panting, posture bent over, worn out from practice and tapping his Exsphere’s latent powers.
“I think I shall like to spend some time alone,” Kratos stated, turning away, weapon sheathed safely in its scabbard.
Lloyd nodded in acknowledgement, his thoughts fully centered on Kratos. //What’s it you hide deep down inside your heart?//
Crickets chirped, their chorus echoing from tree to tree. An owl alighted in the tops of the pines overhead calling hoot-hoot, twisting its head. Branches rustled, night air caressed their sweat-coated skin and scintillating stars twinkled bright in the domed heavens above. Wiping his brow, Lloyd too sheathed his twin blades drifting back inside. Noishe curled in a green a white ball napping outside in his stable. Smoke spiraled out the chimney of Dirk’s house from his forge hammering inside. The fresh aroma of cookies wafted out from Genis’s cooking. Raine gave an exasperated cry examining Dirk’s tools as rare archeological finds. And Colette warmly welcomed Lloyd back in.
“Anna…” Strolling over, masked in silence, Kratos knelt by her grave. “If only you were here, you never met me, you might live.”
Memories of their most intimate moments surged through. He descended down from Cruxis in his angelic form, a dream within a dream to this mortal woman, Anna. Never quite sure what transpired, though enchanted she fell in love with this distant other worldly man. Then came Lloyd’s conception, the day his 4000-year-old life changed forever. Some spark of youth from his heroic days with Mithos made its way in his essence, giving life to the boy. And her appearance: thick chestnut hair, chocolate eyes and sweet smile he carried.
He remembered their first time making love, her warm body beneath his, arms tangled around, lost deep in her rich brown orbs. His eternal existence culminated in that single moment, murmuring in her ear, “I love you.” Her presence etched in memory suddenly rekindled physical passions he long thought died.
“…Hmm. Never imagined I’d feel this,” he mused, plucking a flower to adorn on her grave. “Not after this long.” Rising gracefully, he offered his prayers. Then he strode out of the enclosure, cape wavering behind, making his way behind the quaint house tucked in pines. During the day, raucous crows might caw-caw chasing hawks. He liked the night there. It suited him just right, especially at a time to be alone in thought.
//I wonder how Kratos is,// Lloyd wondered, roaming outside. The gem facetted in his left hand tingled. Yes, it’s telling me he’s near.
He reclined against the back wall of Dirk’s house sinking into a meditative pose. He had maintained his sanity through a millennium old existence by ritually clearing his mind. Only today, desire swirled, the pleasurable kind Martel wrought in her children for the procreation of life. As an angel he felt no hunger, no thirst, no hot or cold, sex or sleep. In human form he wandered 14 years lacking a woman’s touch. His desire awoke mounting like wildfire gone mad.
“Anna, my beloved, how I miss you,” he uttered softly, an empty hand reaching in front, the other pressed heavily to his heart. He let it slide down the smooth planes of his stomach and taut abdominal muscle over his clothes to his waist, fumbling with his belt. Squirming, he kicked tight pants to his knees, his free hand now wandering below.
“Kratos, is that you?” a youthful voice called out, spotting his silhouette cloaked in silver moonlight.
“…Yes,” he replied, hesitating momentarily.
“What’re doing?” Lloyd asked curiously, squinting to make out his father’s taller frame crouched over.
Kratos paused, not uncomfortable but contemplative, gripping the strained flesh rising between his thighs. “Something quite natural many people do, but are afraid to admit.”
Leaning in, Lloyd searched the seraphim’s wine-red eyes. Inside, his heart fluttered drawing closer to Kratos. His father’s blood that coursed through his veins knew subconsciously of their bond, even if he wasn’t physically aware.
Sighing, Kratos cupped his son’s delicate cheeks, tracing an index finger along his soft round jaw. “I’m your…” He finished mentally, not daring to voice it, your father.
“My what?” Frowning, the brown haired youth quirked a brow, probing further.
“…Nothing.” Visage suddenly dropping, he cursed his throbbing length. Anna’s spirit flowing through her son’s Exsphere brought her very likeness in him to life. Kratos’s strong chest ached, tender heart trapped inside 14 years of ice hurt like a blade churned deeply within. Tension coiled in lower regions of his body had set his blood on fire, heat spreading, wanting release in its origin. No, even if my body thinks he’s Anna, my conscience knows better. I must be responsible, as a father should, even if I secretly work for Cruxis.
Under Kratos’s touch, Lloyd flushed at the beauty of his exposed arousal, feeling his own physical self harden in response. He hissed at the tight black plants constraining him, with all his attention focused on that single point of his being. He wanted to rip them off, relieving his impending ache with this gorgeous man before him.
Growing redder beneath Kratos’s steady gaze, he swallowed. “Um…the truth is that…for a long time…” How could he say it without stuttering? “…Ever since we’ve met…” He had never admitted to any girl, much less a guy how he truly felt. “I’ve…I like you!”
Lloyd braced himself, expecting to be punched. He slowly opened one eye, then the other, trembling. “W…why didn’t you hit me, Kratos?” he stammered, confused.
Already dressed, Kratos reached out, embracing Lloyd in a tight hug. “Based on what others think, you reacted based on based on fear. Look with an open heart. Do you have the strength to believe in what you see?”
“I want to, more than anything.” Lloyd squeezed him back hard.
“Then trust in what you feel,” Kratos answered softly, their faces met a mere inch apart. Please, Anna, forgive me. I can’t fight what my heart wants, though my mind says its wrong.
Tears welling in Lloyd’s large orbs, he nodded sniffling.
Bending forward, he claimed Lloyd’s pursed lips in a pure chaste kiss, tender and soulful. An internal dam of emotion broke free in Lloyd, heart pounding so hard he felt it in his throat. A tear trickled free rolling down his face. Lifting a finger, his father caught it kissing him. Those soft thin lips grazing his forehead, he felt them somewhere before, sensation and knowing trapped in the depths of childhood memory.
“There’s something I wish to give you.” A metallic chain around Kratos’s neck flashed silver. Yanking it free, a locket dangled placed in the center of Lloyd’s palm, fingers clasped over, with his father’s hand on top. “After you see it, tell me if you think our feelings are truly right.”
TBC
Rating: M
Pairing: Lloyd x Kratos
Author’s notes: This is a Kratos/Lloyd fic as incest. If you are part of the majority who despises yaoi incest, don’t read. Flames will be tossed. You have been warned! For those who are interested, this takes place near the beginning of the game, contains spoilers. This fic was hard to keep the romantic element balanced by Kratos’s sense of responsibility as a parent, while trying to stay as true as possible to characters in the game. My first Symphonia fic, hope it came out okay. Feedback is appreciated. Thank
you.
//.....// is thoughts.
* * *
“I can’t believe the Desians killed Mom!” Lloyd wailed storming out of Dirk’s. He collapsed to the ground sobbing bitterly. Crystal clear tears bearing heavy pain trickled in wet tracks down his face, onto the cobblestone path that led to Anna’s grave. Sniffling, his sinuses stuffed, throat tight and eyes red, he crawled there trembling. Sight misted over, he gazed mournfully into the deep blue Exsphere sapphire gem mounted on the back of his left hand. It sparkled exquisitely, the light of the full moon dancing in its depths. “Mom, you died for this, no, for me.”
Snapped up, his visage shot through the woods in direction of the Iselia Ranch. His eyes, two narrow pinpoints of anger burned with rage. “And they turned Marble into a monster, I…killed her. I…I can’t take the pain. I don’t care what Dirk says. I must avenge them!” He sprung up crossing his arms, reaching for his twin blades. Hands tightening around his their hilts, he unsheathed them in one fluid motion.
“It’s dangerous for children to stray like that,” commanded a deep voice from behind.
Spinning around, Lloyd spied a tall darkly armored man. He stood wordlessly stiff as stone, the coattails of his cape blowing softly in the wind. His ruby irises bore down, his auburn hair ruffled slightly. “…So be a good boy and head back inside before everyone worries.”
“No, Kratos, there’s something I must do.” Lloyd’s iron grasp on his sword’s hilts tightened, his entire body tense like a coil almost sprung.
“…I see. Then I’m afraid I can’t let you,” the mercenary replied, brandishing his blade, charging at lightning fast speed, Lloyd could hardly blink. I love you. I can’t loose you like I did Anna if the Desians might kill you. I’ve lost and loved too much.
The brown hair swordsman found himself flat on the ground, hearing the clank of metal on stone, his twin blades strewn aside. //Dammit, Lloyd! Humiliated again, I couldn’t even attack.// Tears welled in his large chocolate eyes squeezed tight. He clenched his jaw, fists slamming the ground hard. “Mom, I…I’m sorry.”
//Anna, he’s so like her, it hurts,// Kratos reflected, kneeling over his son. He gently scooped him in his arms, cradling him to his chest. “You must have patience. As of yet you cannot even deflect, much less evade my blows. Would you survive if the Desians showed no mercy, hmm?”
Images of the Granny Marble whipped mercilessly as he gazed helplessly through barbed wire flashed through Lloyd’s racing mind. She was like your grandma. //Forgive me, Genis!//
“Good, you are thinking. That is wise.” Kratos nodded soberly, running his gloved fingers through his son’s spiked hair, reminding him of his own during his youth.
//Damn you, Kratos. What do you know of my pain, the people I killed? The villagers who died because of me?// Paralyzed with pain, Lloyd remained powerless in Kratos’s tender grasp. Gazing up, he searched the older man desperately. He expected malice, a scolding or lecture about his skills. In contrast to Kratos’s stoic features, Lloyd saw a softening in his eyes, affection revealed only to him since their journey began. Lloyd interpreted his prior criticism as rivalry: this older, this superior swordsman who acted so mighty in every way, besting anyone in combat he ever laid eyes on.
“Lloyd, get up,” he ordered huskily, prodding his son up. “If you want, I’ll train you, assuming you wish to survive this arduous journey.”
A thrill raced through. “Of course, stop pretending your SOOO perfect!” Lloyd smirked rolling off the ground, snagging his double blades thrust directly at Kratos. They crossed, steel clanged, sparks flew. Lloyd huffed, gritting his teeth, pushing with all his might back into Kratos’s single weapon, his boot heels digging in soil. Contact broken, he parried loosing his balance.
“Wide open!” Kratos hissed, closing in.
“S-shit!” Eyes peeled, Lloyd flipped back, alternating rapid left and right thrusts faster than he could breath. “I won’t loose!”
Kratos countered effortlessly with his right, smiling inwardly, steady gaze appearing fixed on the boy’s haphazard form, but really, the fire in his soul.
//Mom, show him your true power!!// Lloyd frowned, the Exsphere gem in his left hand burst into glowing blue flame. Emanating light, he jumped swinging down, momentarily breaching Kratos’s iron defenses.
//That light!// Kratos detected Anna’s life force from the Exsphere merging with her son’s, unleashing an incredible immortal strength. He froze, stunned, seeing her image in Lloyd’s. In a single crushing moment, he relived her tragic death. He heard a human calling from her monstrous form, //my love, please release me so I can die with a human heart.//
“I can’t!” cried Kratos in the present.
//Please, my dear, I beg you,// Anna implored, her human conscious vanishing like gossamer threads dissolved in morning light.
//My son, forgive me for my sin,// Kratos prayed.
//Thank you,// a sparkle of humanity in her visage seemed to say.
“Mommy!” wailed three-year-old Lloyd, running to Anna’s tumbling form as Kratos slashed, vanishing with her down the cliff.
Kratos searched its base, the entire surrounding area, only to find her body amidst a heap of Desian corpses he’d slain. Heart broken for the next 14 years until he discovered dear Lloyd survived, he wandered aimlessly searching for a way humans might wield the Eternal Sword.
“Kratos, are you okay?” Lloyd asked in the present, shaking him.
“Yes, I’m fine,” he answered, recovering. “Now let’s break for today.”
//How mysterious, why did he say ‘I can’t?’ out of nowhere. He never makes sense at times,// Lloyd reflected, panting, posture bent over, worn out from practice and tapping his Exsphere’s latent powers.
“I think I shall like to spend some time alone,” Kratos stated, turning away, weapon sheathed safely in its scabbard.
Lloyd nodded in acknowledgement, his thoughts fully centered on Kratos. //What’s it you hide deep down inside your heart?//
Crickets chirped, their chorus echoing from tree to tree. An owl alighted in the tops of the pines overhead calling hoot-hoot, twisting its head. Branches rustled, night air caressed their sweat-coated skin and scintillating stars twinkled bright in the domed heavens above. Wiping his brow, Lloyd too sheathed his twin blades drifting back inside. Noishe curled in a green a white ball napping outside in his stable. Smoke spiraled out the chimney of Dirk’s house from his forge hammering inside. The fresh aroma of cookies wafted out from Genis’s cooking. Raine gave an exasperated cry examining Dirk’s tools as rare archeological finds. And Colette warmly welcomed Lloyd back in.
“Anna…” Strolling over, masked in silence, Kratos knelt by her grave. “If only you were here, you never met me, you might live.”
Memories of their most intimate moments surged through. He descended down from Cruxis in his angelic form, a dream within a dream to this mortal woman, Anna. Never quite sure what transpired, though enchanted she fell in love with this distant other worldly man. Then came Lloyd’s conception, the day his 4000-year-old life changed forever. Some spark of youth from his heroic days with Mithos made its way in his essence, giving life to the boy. And her appearance: thick chestnut hair, chocolate eyes and sweet smile he carried.
He remembered their first time making love, her warm body beneath his, arms tangled around, lost deep in her rich brown orbs. His eternal existence culminated in that single moment, murmuring in her ear, “I love you.” Her presence etched in memory suddenly rekindled physical passions he long thought died.
“…Hmm. Never imagined I’d feel this,” he mused, plucking a flower to adorn on her grave. “Not after this long.” Rising gracefully, he offered his prayers. Then he strode out of the enclosure, cape wavering behind, making his way behind the quaint house tucked in pines. During the day, raucous crows might caw-caw chasing hawks. He liked the night there. It suited him just right, especially at a time to be alone in thought.
//I wonder how Kratos is,// Lloyd wondered, roaming outside. The gem facetted in his left hand tingled. Yes, it’s telling me he’s near.
He reclined against the back wall of Dirk’s house sinking into a meditative pose. He had maintained his sanity through a millennium old existence by ritually clearing his mind. Only today, desire swirled, the pleasurable kind Martel wrought in her children for the procreation of life. As an angel he felt no hunger, no thirst, no hot or cold, sex or sleep. In human form he wandered 14 years lacking a woman’s touch. His desire awoke mounting like wildfire gone mad.
“Anna, my beloved, how I miss you,” he uttered softly, an empty hand reaching in front, the other pressed heavily to his heart. He let it slide down the smooth planes of his stomach and taut abdominal muscle over his clothes to his waist, fumbling with his belt. Squirming, he kicked tight pants to his knees, his free hand now wandering below.
“Kratos, is that you?” a youthful voice called out, spotting his silhouette cloaked in silver moonlight.
“…Yes,” he replied, hesitating momentarily.
“What’re doing?” Lloyd asked curiously, squinting to make out his father’s taller frame crouched over.
Kratos paused, not uncomfortable but contemplative, gripping the strained flesh rising between his thighs. “Something quite natural many people do, but are afraid to admit.”
Leaning in, Lloyd searched the seraphim’s wine-red eyes. Inside, his heart fluttered drawing closer to Kratos. His father’s blood that coursed through his veins knew subconsciously of their bond, even if he wasn’t physically aware.
Sighing, Kratos cupped his son’s delicate cheeks, tracing an index finger along his soft round jaw. “I’m your…” He finished mentally, not daring to voice it, your father.
“My what?” Frowning, the brown haired youth quirked a brow, probing further.
“…Nothing.” Visage suddenly dropping, he cursed his throbbing length. Anna’s spirit flowing through her son’s Exsphere brought her very likeness in him to life. Kratos’s strong chest ached, tender heart trapped inside 14 years of ice hurt like a blade churned deeply within. Tension coiled in lower regions of his body had set his blood on fire, heat spreading, wanting release in its origin. No, even if my body thinks he’s Anna, my conscience knows better. I must be responsible, as a father should, even if I secretly work for Cruxis.
Under Kratos’s touch, Lloyd flushed at the beauty of his exposed arousal, feeling his own physical self harden in response. He hissed at the tight black plants constraining him, with all his attention focused on that single point of his being. He wanted to rip them off, relieving his impending ache with this gorgeous man before him.
Growing redder beneath Kratos’s steady gaze, he swallowed. “Um…the truth is that…for a long time…” How could he say it without stuttering? “…Ever since we’ve met…” He had never admitted to any girl, much less a guy how he truly felt. “I’ve…I like you!”
Lloyd braced himself, expecting to be punched. He slowly opened one eye, then the other, trembling. “W…why didn’t you hit me, Kratos?” he stammered, confused.
Already dressed, Kratos reached out, embracing Lloyd in a tight hug. “Based on what others think, you reacted based on based on fear. Look with an open heart. Do you have the strength to believe in what you see?”
“I want to, more than anything.” Lloyd squeezed him back hard.
“Then trust in what you feel,” Kratos answered softly, their faces met a mere inch apart. Please, Anna, forgive me. I can’t fight what my heart wants, though my mind says its wrong.
Tears welling in Lloyd’s large orbs, he nodded sniffling.
Bending forward, he claimed Lloyd’s pursed lips in a pure chaste kiss, tender and soulful. An internal dam of emotion broke free in Lloyd, heart pounding so hard he felt it in his throat. A tear trickled free rolling down his face. Lifting a finger, his father caught it kissing him. Those soft thin lips grazing his forehead, he felt them somewhere before, sensation and knowing trapped in the depths of childhood memory.
“There’s something I wish to give you.” A metallic chain around Kratos’s neck flashed silver. Yanking it free, a locket dangled placed in the center of Lloyd’s palm, fingers clasped over, with his father’s hand on top. “After you see it, tell me if you think our feelings are truly right.”
TBC