The Value of Research

Author’s Notes: Yeah! A slightly out of character ‘because it’s fun’ fic! W00t! Flame if you’d like, but it was fun. Besides, technically it is all totally in character. ^_^;; And yes, I realize I wrote ‘fuck’ eleven and a half times in nine pages. Get over it. :]


Title: The Value of Research
Description: Ever wonder what Zelos fantasizes about? Or what he does with all his time, for that matter?
Warnings: PWP, Threesome, SMBD, Dubious Consent, Oral, Anal, M/M, M/M/M, Zelos/Kratos/Yuan


The Value of Research


The outer area of the inn was dark and deserted as Zelos made his way across the lightly creaking floorboards. Zelos had been made to wait until almost midnight before he allowed himself to leave his room and sneak across the inn to his mate’s. Lloyd had stayed up to all hours in the inn’s common room, thus keeping Zelos from moving, and Zelos felt like he was about ready to explode. He hoped his lover would feel the same, because if he didn’t he might just be fucked. Or rather, he might not be fucked, which was infinitely worse.

He came to his target and tested the door only to find it unlocked, an invitation as far as he was concerned, or it may as well have been for all his enthusiasm. He put his ear to the door and listened, from what met his ears his hunny was still awake and maybe even in the middle of a warm up session. "Sure, as long as there’s some left for me!” He grinned stupidly.

Zelos couldn’t resist listening further, the sounds he was making were so damn sweet no mortal man with a heart to love and a dick to fuck could possibly resist. So what if his newfound love didn’t realize they were in love yet? Once Zelos got him in bed he knew the guy’d be putty in his hands.

The red head put up his hand to knock then decided against it. Better not to disturb his Angel Hunny when he was having fun, he could be a brute when he was upset. That’s half of what had prompted Zelos to do what he was doing tonight, Kratos had tackled him during a training exercise that afternoon and he knew from then on that the guy had the hots for him. There were no two ways about it, that hadn’t been a sword hilt poking into his thigh.

Zelos heard panting now, panting and a couple of little moans. He couldn’t have his new love finish without him, could he? It just wouldn’t be fair to make such a handsome thing wait another night to see what Zelos could do for him, not after he had decided to grace him with his favors. It would be an injustice!

Zelos opened the door with a loud creak “Heeeey, babe, what about me?” He asked in his usual ‘look at my hotness’ winning manner, but what he saw before him was totally not what he had expected. Up until then he thought he’d seen it all, but right in front of him, splayed out on the bed like a buffet of hotness, was not only one, but two gorgeous amazingly handsome angels.

“Whoa-ho, don’t let me get in the way, guys. I just wanted a little piece of the action.” Zelos said, raising his hands in front of his face like he was warding off the blows of an angry ninja hunny.

“D-don’t stop, Kratos!” The blue haired angel gasped, pulling an arm out from under himself and slapping Kratos’ thigh like he was a slow running riding dragon.

“Do…You realize… We have company?” Kratos asked the now whining angel underneath him.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here and entertain myself!” Zelos reassured ‘em both. He took a seat in the corner, hooking the leg of the chair and turning it around so he could lean his cute little chin on the back of the seat while he sat down.

The bigger and more bad ass of the angels rolled over and covered his lower half with a blanket, much to the dismay of all those present.

“Kratos, what about me?” The whiner asked. Kratos pulled the blanket up higher and Zelos’ previously high hopes fell lower.

“Well, what about me?” Zelos asked, his hopes now resting somewhere near the bottom of his feet, like a happy little stone cast into a raging sea of despair.

“What do you think, Kratos, lover? Should we do something about the boy?” Yuan asked, for the first time Zelos found that he had a tiny bit of respect for the man.

“What do you mean, the boy? I’m no kid, just because I’m younger and sexier than either of you doesn’t mean you can –“ He was interrupted half way through by the deep silky voice of the man he had hoped would blow his brains out.

“I think he needs to learn the value of privacy…” Kratos said glaring his detached Kratos glare. He tried to look scary; he just looked even more gorgeous. Especial since his tough, well-toned chest was still visible above the covers, just a little sweaty and still rising and falling in a slow rhythm from his previous physical exertion.

“The value of… Whoa, hey!” The two of them looked at each other then they’d both gotten up, still stark naked, and grabbed Zelos by the shoulders, dragging him forward and tipping over the chair in the process. His Cruxis Crystal was nowhere near as old as theirs; he was just the chosen, and they were both real angels already. Even if he did fight back it’d be like tossing a kid in the arena. A bloodbath. Besides, this could be fun.

The two of them tossed him down on the soft plush carpeted floor with a thud and a little bounce. He snickered a bit despite the pain “Yeah, this is more like it!” Kratos straddled his belly and held down his shoulders while Yuan saw to removing his boots and his pants. They both stopped for a second in awe of just how big Zelos was, neither of them quite matched up to him.

The prone chosen managed to put his hands behind his head, even with the weight of an angel on his shoulders. “Yeah, that’s right. Bask in the glory of my magnificent manhood.”

“Why don’t you try shutting that sweet little mouth of yours?” The badass angel growled into Zelos’ ear. He took off one of Zelos’ full length gloves, gave the stretchy fabric an experimental tug and tossed it across the room, then took off his right glove and tossed it as well. Then he smiled and pulled down his new toys headband over his pretty lips, preventing his beautiful voice from gracing their ears any further.

“Yuan, go get those gloves back, I have a better use for them than floor coverings.” Kratos grinned. “We’re going to have fun with you, chosen, you’ll regret your trespassing tonight.” He bent down and gave his whore a playful nip on the side of the neck.

Yuan returned with the gloves and Kratos commanded him to hold their prisoner down. Yuan did what he was told and even though Zelos struggled it was no use; the two easily overpowered him and kept him pinned to the floor, their helpless love slave. Kratos took the gloves and one at a time tied Zelos’ hands to the bed legs so he couldn’t escape.

“Damn… I forgot to deal with his shirt… Get my knife, Yuan.” Yuan ran and fetched like a good boy and another sadistic grin came to Kratos’ face.

“In four thousand years a man gets very good with his weapons, chosen.” He thrust forward a bit, playfully, allowing his hard-on to grind against his prisoner’s stomach “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Zelos, who before this would have sworn he was as hard as the dagger in Kratos’ hand felt himself go limp as an empty wine skin. “What the fuck?!” Zelos whimpered. More like “Mff ff hhfff?!” and closed his eyes tightly as the angel readied the dagger.

‘Just not the face, I’m too pretty for a scar…’ He thought, but the pain he expected did not come. He felt a pressure on his chest and light scratching, like the claw of a pissed off kitten, then heard the tearing of fabric.

‘Fuck… My favorite shirt… At least it’s not my face.’ He grieved the loss of a beloved shirt, but the sheer savagery of it all brought him fully back to attention and he prayed to Martel that the psychopaths wouldn’t kill him before he came, preferably several times...

“He’s already hard for us, Kratos…” Yuan said, smirking and giving an experimental tug at Zelos’ cock. ‘Damn right! I was expecting a show, at least!’ Zelos only huffed, there was no use pleading, they wouldn’t understand him.

“We can’t have that, punishment isn’t supposed to be fun, lover.” Kratos said, getting off of Zelos’ chest and standing next to the bed with Yuan, giving Zelos a smile he had only seen Kratos give scummy Desians.

“Let’s make him watch, and leave him with nothing. That should teach him…” Yuan said, resting a hand lightly on Kratos’ hip and pulling him closer.

“You’re cruel, Yuan…” He replied, his silken voice even more charming with an edge of desire.

He pulled the blue haired angel into a deep and passionate kiss, his hand lacing through the back of his lover’s hair. All of Kratos’ usual sternness seemed to melt from his features as their lips met. Zelos felt a twinge of envy as the two explored each other’s mouths, they were obviously madly in love; something he knew he’d never feel. He saw Yuan’s tongue, soft and pink, slide into his lover’s mouth and his groin gave a twitch as if it too were trying to torture him.

He couldn’t even protest as Kratos’ hand went to his love’s erection and stroked softly, eliciting a delicate intake of breath and moans of pleasure from the focus of his ministrations.

“Kratos… I want you…” Yuan was getting that whiny sound to his voice again and even mixed with lust it made him sound like a little girl. Kratos should totally leave that blue haired bimbo for Zelos, but Kratos would never realize it because he was so madly in love with the little freak. Zelos sighed in defeat.

“You’re so sexy when you beg, Yuan. How can I deny you?” Mr. Bad Ass said, before launching into another kiss.

“But we need to do something about him…” Yuan said, looking at Zelos with a bored expression that bordered on hate.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to him.” One last kiss and they broke apart. The two finally seemed to be ready to pay attention to their new pet and Zelos felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of what they might do to him. With his hands bound he was defenseless and at the mercy of the beasts that had caught him in their trap. After all, it wasn’t his fault; it was theirs for luring him in with their beautiful, breathtaking angel bodies. He was just another innocent victim of Cruxis.

“Alright, chosen.” Kratos said, kneeling down so he was just above Zelos’ delicate face “I’m taking this off now, but if you make a single noise you may regret it, deeply.” He stressed the last word and Zelos shuddered, wondering just what that might mean. The thought both terrified and exited him, like a thunderstorm or a tough battle.

Kratos bent a tiny bit lower and removed the chosen’s expensive custom made headband from his mouth. Zelos wanted to know what they were planning to do with him but the expression on his Angel Hunny’s face made him think again. He wasn’t kidding about the noise thing and Zelos knew it. Like a cute fluffy kitten amongst a pride of lions, Zelos may have been purring but he had no fucking clue what he had gotten himself into.

“We know what you’ve been up to. Yuan is the leader of the renegades, and we’re both angels of Cruxis.” Kratos said as he got up and sat down at the end of the bed, one foot on either side of the chosen’s head. He beckoned to Yuan and the other angel came over to him. They whispered into each other’s ears and Zelos had the feeling that they weren’t exactly discussing where to go for breakfast. The two broke apart again and Yuan took a seat on Zelos’ chest.

“You’re going to learn a better use for that mouth of yours, Zelos. The two of us are going to see to that.” Yuan said. Zelos could totally see where this was going. He had never done that before without being really fuckin’ ‘blow my mind’ drunk and he didn’t intend to start now.

“Wait just a damn-“ He never got to finish his sentence; a sharp slap to the face by the blue haired bimbo knocked the words right out of his mind. He wanted to at least whimper or something but he was too scared of the big bad angels and decided to just shut his mouth like a good boy. Or, that is, open his mouth, as the case may be.

If he had wanted to say anything he was fucked anyway because before the stinging of the slap had even worn off the blue haired angel had grabbed him roughly by the back of the hair and thrust the entire length of his sin deep and hard into his little slut’s mouth.

Zelos tried his best not to choke or anything as the angel rode his face rough and brutally, each thrust bumping the back of his throat and making him want to retch in a very unbecoming way.

“Suck me.” It was the soft, silky voice of Kratos commanding his bitch to do his bidding. Zelos couldn’t help wishing it were his Angel Hunny in his mouth instead of the half elf. It was like he was at the bottom of the food chain, or near so; the bug on the grass eaten by the lamb eaten by the lion. Zelos had always thought of Kratos as a big majestic lion or something… Something huge with really sexy fur.

He didn’t mind being eaten by a lion, but a lamb was degrading.

“Fuck yes…” Kratos moaned, Zelos found that the better he did for Yuan the better he put out for Kratos. When he realized this he started seriously sucking. Zelos moaned a little, the sound of Kratos’ sexy voice lowered in passion was totally turning him on in spite of the embarrassment of having Kratos’ bitch fucking his mouth. Yuan whimpered softly and it was obvious Kratos had just pulled him back by a handful of silky blue hair.

“I recall telling you not to make a sound…” He purred, pulling Yuan further back and looking down at Zelos. He wanted to defend himself but with his currently full mouth it was a bit difficult so he just gazed up at Kratos with his best ‘I’m sorry’ expression.

“Humph… Get off of him, Yuan, I think our little whore is enjoying himself a bit too much.” He said, regaining his aloof ‘I am Kratos, fear me!’ voice. Yuan pulled out and climbed off his chest and Zelos was grateful for the opportunity to take in a few lungfuls of air.

“Kratos…” He whined again. This guy obviously wasn’t very good in bed; he couldn’t even appreciate taking things slow. If only Kratos realized how much more Zelos had going for him he’d leave that freak and be with him…

“You can wait, Yuan. I want a turn with the slut chosen.” The sweet angel hunny with the spiky hair of doom said lightly shoving Yuan down on the bed and kneeling down over the chosen. He leaned down then, and pulled the voluptuous red head into a deep kiss.

The chosen knew he tasted like the half elf, and he knew that was the only reason Kratos took such an interest in his mouth, his tongue lightly tracing over his teeth and the insides of his cheeks. Kratos’ hand brushed down over his whore’s length and Zelos thrust upward trying to increase the tiny bit of friction his love god saw fit to give him.

Kratos obliged by grasping Zelos’ stiffy and stroking him leisurely, probably trying to get him to make another sound so he could punish him worse. Zelos heard Yuan huff angrily, most likely feeling neglected while Kratos fooled around with his new toy.

“Are you ready for me, chosen?” The way he said chosen made it sound like something dirty. Zelos knew what he was thinking, and he had to admit it would have hurt a bit less of Kratos had just said what he’d meant. He knew he was just disposable fun. The only reason he wasn’t really scared was because of his ‘chosen status’.

Zelos shook his head slightly then nodded. Of all the things that could be said about Zelos; That he was arrogant, stupid, full of himself, etcetera, no one could say he was ever unready for a good fuck. It was natural, he had sworn to always be ready for his hunnies at any hour of the day or night. This was the same thing, sort of. Well, not really, but he’d tell himself that anyway.

Yuan had crawled over to the edge of the bed and now he was staring down at the two with his bangs hanging down into his eyes. Even the chosen had to admit that he was kind of cute like that, it gave him a young innocent look. ‘Maybe that’s why Kratos wants him… Still, Kratos should be after Raine if he wants a pussy…’

Kratos’ hand moved back up along the chest of his prey, stopping to pinch a nipple between two fingers. Zelos whimpered again and Kratos actually laughed. It was the first true laugh Zelos had ever heard from the man. It made his heart skip a beat and he wondered if Yuan was privileged to hear it often, perhaps even often enough not to appreciate the subtle tones and the way it seemed to bring another level of the man to the surface, if only ever so briefly.

Kratos’ hand, callused lightly at the fingertips and palm like any practiced swordsman’s, traced slowly down the chosen’s body, his fingertips lightly brushing the outline of his ribcage, then his abdominal muscles, and slowly over his side and hip.

The light caress tickled, making Zelos flinch and nearly knee Kratos in the crotch. Kratos brought his legs down over the chosen’s and neatly cut off almost all of his room to struggle. Not that he really wanted to struggle, even if Kratos was a psychopath, he was a hot psychopath.

Kratos got up suddenly and Zelos had to resist the urge to whimper. He had really been getting into what Kratos was doing and being abandoned when he was expecting more was agony.

“Turn over, chosen.” Kratos said, standing over him intimidatingly with his arms crossed. Zelos just stared. His wrists were tied to the bedposts, what the hell was he supposed to do?

“I wouldn’t test his patience, boy.” Yuan added, apparently enjoying the puzzled and frightened expression on Zelos’ features.

Zelos wanted to slap him, but he also knew his advice was sound. He tested his restraints and found that they were loose enough for him to turn his hands. He bent his knees and turned over laboriously, ending up on his stomach with his arms crossed in front of him.

The position was awkward and afforded little mobility to his upper body, and it was almost impossible to see behind him, yet it was somehow exhilarating none the less. Exhilarating and somewhat painful, as the restraints were cutting into his wrists and cutting off circulation.

For a few moments Zelos could hear nothing but his own heavy breathing and what might have been a sigh from Yuan. The ties on his wrists were now creating a burning sensation and the thought occurred to him that they might be enjoying the scenery before continuing the fun. Trying to have their gel and eat it too, if you get the metaphor.

Zelos did his best to look up, but all he caught was a glimpse of one recently manicured and oddly pretty Yuan foot as it moved past him. Behind him. Great. This was totally not what Zelos had wanted. He'd come in that night so he could hand himself over to the glorious creature known as Kratos Aurion, not so he could be violated by some half elf. This had not been in the game plan.

More time passed and Zelos could hear no more than a whisper between the two. He knew they were plotting some horrible thing to do to him to punish him further. Hadn't he been through enough? He was actually starting to regret his decision to come to his new lover tonight when he felt one of them leaning over him. The weight was less than he had felt from Kratos when he'd been tackled during training and he suspected the worst. Kratos really knew what to do to hurt him.

The angel astride him leaned forward and purred softly into Zelos' ear and Zelos in turn whimpered like a beaten puppy. He hoped the two would realize he'd had enough but he was too freaked to say anything incase it pissed them off. He felt a knee parting his legs and after a small pause he tensed at the feeling of two moist digits at his entrance. His muscles contracted involuntarily and, slick though they might have been, the fingers inside of him felt like more than he could take. Why in Hell had he thought he'd wanted this? Why did women let him do this to them, were they insane?

He felt himself being stretched as the fingers first scissor then started thrusting into him in a slow rough rhythm. He was tearing a little, but even though it hurt like a bastard he was strong enough not to cry. He was, however, considering kicking the angel in the crotch. Then the idea was instantly driven from his mind as he felt something deep inside him practically explode into sensation.

"Oh, fuck yes..." He wanted to plead for more but he had already had his lesson on keeping his mouth shut, hadn't he?

Even though it hurt he couldn't help but buck his hips back against the intrusion, praying silently to Martel to let him feel that awesome feeling again. After having a healthy sex life for so long he was, unlike all the women in town, almost bored with sex. This was something new, something he didn't know like the back of his beautiful hand. He wanted more. Needed it.

Zelos heard a sharp intake of breath then a longing sigh from the man leaning over him and he knew he was right about who it was. Furthermore he could guess what Kratos might be doing to him. Two more thrusts, no more and no less, and the fullness inside of him was removed to be replaced by something more substantial.

By the moaning and light thrusts against his entrance Zelos knew what Yuan was feeling and he longed to feel it himself. Yuan seemed incapable of anything more than panting Kratos' name and Zelos, not the type to be left out of the fun, pushed back as hard as he could. He and Yuan seemed to have had the idea at the same time because his push was met by a forceful thrust and in a single motion Yuan was inside of him, buried to the hilt.

Zelos had no time to adjust as Yuan was moving in time to Kratos' passion Yuan met Kratos' every movement and Zelos tried to match them, wildly at first then finding the beat. Zelos could hardly hear his own moans over Yuan's incoherent pleading for Kratos to claim him. Kratos laughed, still sounding cool and calm. The jerk was always in control of himself. It wasn't fair! He felt his cock twitch underneath him and wished someone would see to his neglected member. The friction against the carpet was infuriating. It was both too little and too much for him to bare; just a little less and it would feel exquisite, just a little more and it would be exhilarating. As it was it was simply maddening.

"K-Kratos... Harder... More... Love, faster..." Yuan's moaning had to be loud enough to wake the people in the next room, not to mention the rest of town. Zelos had to bite down on his own bicept to keep from crying out as Yuan pounded into him, finger nails scraping down his sides and hips. Yuan clenched down as he met his end, screaming Kratos' name as though he were one of the Gods. Zelos cried out as well, though more from the trace amounts of blood he now felt trickling down his side than anything else.

"Yuan..." Kratos said between huffs "help our pet..."

Yuan did as he was told, resting his weight on his knees and sliding one hand under their new sex toy to grasp his organ. Two pumps and it was all over. Zelos then felt a sensation he was all too familiar with as his seed, warm and dripping, shoot onto Yuan's hand and his own stomach. He bit back a moan, for Kratos he would have woken the dead, but he didn't want to give the half elf the pleasure (even if he already had, considering the man was astride and within him).

He heard Kratos inhale deeply from behind him, one soft hissing breath, then a low and husky moan. As subdued as it was, Zelos could tell from his tone that Kratos had just reached his climax inside of the creature the two of them were sharing. Kratos was even strong and cool when in the throes of passion! There was now way this guy could get any hotter. Not if he were the sun itself.

Zelos, tired by all the action and the new experiences of the night, was finding it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open, despite the pain in his arms and sides and the weight of the two men on his back. After a few minutes that really felt like a couple of weeks the two climbed off of him and strong gentle hands untied his wrists.

"Go to bed, Zelos. We have to leave early." Kratos said quietly. He ran one hand tenderly through Zelos' hair before crawling under the covers with Yuan.

Zelos simply closed his eyes and curled up on the floor. He could go to bed some other night, for now he was right were he wanted to be. Well, almost anyway...

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Zelos giggled and turned the page. He had thought of another totally awesome thing to write about.

“Zelos, what are you reading? You’d better not be reading smut, you pervert!” Sheena snatched the document from his hands and started reading.

“Is this what you think about…?” She flipped to the first page. "The Value of Privacy by Zelos Wilder... I thought you liked girls." She shuddered and handed it off to Kratos who turned a shade of red none of the party had ever encountered before.

“You know I do, hunny!” Zelos said confidently, hopefully not looking as embarrassed as he felt.

“Chosen…” Kratos looked at him dumbfounded. It had been a few thousand years since he had felt totally speechless… “Do you usually read this kind of thing when we’re traveling?”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Zelos asked defensively.

“Keep this away from the children… And Yuan, he wouldn't appreciate it.” Kratos said, thrusting the handwritten story roughly towards his chest.

They continued along and Zelos, who kept reading, fell behind a bit.

“Zelos…” Kratos had dropped back as well and gotten his attention.

“Huh?” He looked up, surprised to find himself a few dozen feet behind the others.

“We’re nothing like that in bed.” He said bluntly.

It took a moment for what Kratos had said to sink in, then Zelos jogged a bit to keep up with him.

“Wait, what?! You mean you two really are…? I thought he was just in your room to talk about the renegades or something…” Zelos said, his eyes wide.

“Maybe you should come over next time we’re in town… I think you need to learn the value of research…” Kratos said, jokingly. With that he trotted off to take his place in the front of the group again, leaving Zelos slightly puzzled and very eager to get to an inn.

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!!!PLEASE!!!
Please, please, please rate and review. Especially review! -big puppy dog eyes that remind you strangely of a Katz-

If I get a few reviews I may write that scene suggested at the end of the story…

Yes, I realize it gets much less flamboyant towards the end. I figured Zelos would be getting progressively more depressed as he was writing this. That's why it starts out all happy and lame and towards the end it seems to be struggling to sound happy and Zelos-y. If you liked it, great. If you didn't, sorry. It was honestly just an experiment to see if I could do it or not. Sorry if I managed to drag out the sex scene a bit too far, but Zelos is pure sex, isn't he? ^_^;