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A Mercenary and A Nobleman	By : fairyvicki Category: +S through Z > Tales of Symphonia Views: 4454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: A big thank you to everyone who read (and, in particular, reviewed) my first story on aff, Need to Feel. This is another treat for Kratos/Zelos fans, and my first chaptered fic, but it is going to be slightly AU (character purists be warned!). There�s too much pain and background for each character for a story like this to work in the context of the game, so let�s imagine for a while that there�s no mana, no exspheres and no Cruxis, just A Mercenary and A Nobleman�.
Disclaimer: I don�t own the rights to Tales of Symphonia, nor to any of the Tales characters depicted in this and subsequent chapters. This story was not written for profit.
Chapter 1
The morning sun beat down on the driver of the stagecoach that sped north along the road. The trees either side of the road grew in number and soon the coach was travelling through a dense forest. The driver cracked his whip and the fine chestnut mare picked up her pace. The sound of hoof-beats drummed in his ears, blocking out any sounds he might have heard from inside the carriage�.
�Unnnnnngh�.�
The beautiful red-haired man leaned his head back against the wall of the carriage and sighed. His heart rate was quickening and he began to feel a hot flush creeping up his neck from his chest. He reached out with his hand to run his fingers through the mass of blond curls that bobbed up and down before him, before pulling the head beneath the curls down and towards him. As he repeated this motion he heard a giggle, and felt it resonate along him, making him shiver with ecstasy. The bumps and jolts of the carriage ride served to heighten the sensation. He felt himself nearing climax and dropped his arm, closing his eyes and surrendering himself to the warm pleasure of those lips, that tongue.
He cried out and arched his back as he emptied himself into that sensuous mouth, which continued to take all that was offered. As he slumped back again, breathing heavily, he felt the mouth let him go and a shift in weight as the mouth began to work its way up from his groin. The wet tongue trailed along the skin of his abdomen, dipping into his navel before continuing up his chest towards his throat. He watched as the hungry eyes locked onto his and drew closer, then he grabbed the face with both hands and pulled the lips to his own. He could taste his own saltiness as he invaded the soft mouth with his tongue, gently sliding it back and forth against the very skilled tongue that met it.
He groaned as he pulled away from the kiss and leaned back with a lazy grin. �You sweet little thing,� he drawled. �How is it possible that that pretty little mouth of yours makes me come harder each time?�
The girl smiled coyly as she sat up on the seat beside him. �It must be the excellent tutoring I�ve been getting,� she said, snaking her hand down his hard torso and into his trousers.
�Woah, hold on, hunny!� he laughed. �Even the great Zelos needs a little time between rounds.�
She pouted but continued to squeeze him gently, causing him to gasp slightly with pain.
�Seriously, sweetheart, I�m going to have to lock him up from you for a while.� He removed her hand and did up the buttons of his trousers. She flung her arms around him and leaned her head against his chest, sighing contentedly as he draped an arm around her shoulders.
As the carriage continued to rock gently, Zelos enjoyed the softness of her hair against the skin of his chest not covered by his open shirt. The faint scent of rosemary and mint wafted up to his nose as he closed his eyes and mused over his amazing find. This girl was certainly one of the most responsive and proactive lovers he�d ever had. She had entertained him nightly, plus whenever else he�d fancied, for the last few weeks. He wouldn�t have thought it possible but on each occasion her hunger grew, along with her skills and her curiosity. His only regret was that he wouldn�t be around to see the look on his sister�s face when she realised he had stolen her newest, and youngest, servant. But he simply had to take this girl home with him, as a memento of sorts. Usually his lovers were single-use, disposable, nothing special. Rarely did he meet someone who could match his lust for sex, leave him wanting more. She ran away with him every time. He simply had to keep her. His Milly.
Another plus was that for someone her age she wasn�t too annoying.
�Tell me again what Meltokio is like,� Milly murmured into his shirt.
Well, most of the time she wasn�t.
�You�ll find out soon enough, babe. I think you�ll really enjoy it there.�
�I�d enjoy being anywhere with you, Zelos,� she purred, as she squeezed him in her embrace.
Well, if he did get bored with her, there were any number of houses in Meltokio that would appreciate a pretty, hardworking maid.
The coach gave a sudden lurch and began to slow down. Zelos frowned in frustration. He really did want to get back home. Being out of town suited him while it was snowing but he missed his hectic social life in the city, the parties and�well, really only the parties. That and the instant recognition and adulation. His sister�s cold criticism and refined manner grew rather grating after the first few days of the month he had stayed with her.
As the coach drew to a standstill Zelos lifted Milly from his chest and poked his head through the window of his door. �Driver, what�s the� oomph!� The door opened as he leaned on it and he fell from the carriage, saving his face by landing on his arms in a dishevelled heap. Very graceful, he thought as he lifted himself up.
His body tensed as he felt something cold and sharp pressed to his throat. A voice behind him growled, �No sudden movements. Stand up slowly.� He heard piercing screams and as he stood he watched Milly being dragged from behind the carriage, kicking and struggling, even as a knife was held to her own throat.
�Feisty one, here,� her captor remarked, �Let�s tie her up.�
It took a second man to hold her still while her hands were tied behind her back and her mouth gagged. Too late Zelos realised his sword was still inside the carriage somewhere. Now his wrists were tightly held behind his back, but at least the knife had been removed. He counted three men on this side of the coach, all scruffy, bearded, and wearing dark muddy clothes. He could also hear movement behind him; God only knew what position the driver was in. Was it possible to reason with these thugs?
�What shall we do with this one?� a voice called from the front of the coach.
The man in front of Zelos, who had long, curly black hair and a long scar all the way down the left side of his face that disappeared into his beard, answered the voice. �Just leave him there. Check the body for valuables.�
Zelos felt his insides turn cold as he met Milly�s frightened stare. Maybe reasoning was worth a shot.
�Look, if it�s money you want, take what you like from the coach, but let me and the lady go.�
The scarred man turned to face him and walked forward menacingly. The man behind Zelos tightened his grip on Zelos�s wrists in warning.
�You�re not the one giving orders here, pretty boy.� He stopped, his face inches from Zelos, who tried not to gag from the stench of his breath. �We always take what we want,� he sneered. �We�re just deciding whether to keep any livestock. We like pretty things, don�t we, Pat?�
�Aye, we do,� answered the man holding Milly. Zelos�s stomach turned as he watched the man defile his lovely Milly with his eyes. His greasy, shoulder-length brown hair was visibly thinning on top and his leering grin displayed appalling dentistry. He looked at Zelos with amused eyes as he ran his tongue slowly up Milly�s cheek, causing her to cringe and whimper behind the gag.
Zelos felt his blood boil. �Get off of her, you sick fr�� Bone hit bone as the scarred man�s fist connected with Zelos�s cheek. His head was jarred to one side and he spat blood onto the forest floor. Ah, not the face, he moaned silently. Not that it mattered, though, if he wasn�t going to live to see another beautiful woman.
The scarred man forcefully cupped Zelos�s chin in his hand, admiring the red mark he had left on Zelos�s face. �Oh dear, I guess you�re not going to be so pretty in a couple of hours, after all.� His two henchmen chuckled with mirth.
�You two,� he called out to the unseen men. �Empty the carriage and secure the horse. I�ll finish up here.� With a look to the man behind Zelos he slammed his fist right into Zelos�s gut. In no position to retaliate, all Zelos could do was double over, gasping for breath, winded from the punch. The man behind him released his hands, only to tip him over onto the ground. Zelos cried out and arched his back as he felt a boot strike his kidney, swiftly followed by a kick to the abdomen. Instinctively he curled up into a ball, trying to protect the front of his body and his head with his limbs as the sharp kicks rained down on him for several minutes more. Just when he felt they had successfully targeted every exposed part of his body, the assault ceased. He opened his eyes to see a long scar as a fist grabbed his hair.
�Be seein� ya,� the voice snarled as Zelos�s head was forced sharply against the hard earth. A searing pain ran through his skull and his vision turned white before the darkness finally claimed him.
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He was aware only of pain. His body throbbed all over and the slightest movement brought waves of nausea washing over him. The sunlight sliced through his skull when he tried to open his eyes. He squeezed them shut, forcing out tears of pain as he tried to convince himself that his head was not split in two. He was happy to lose himself to unconsciousness once again.
* * *
His face was wet. Cool water trickled over his lips and down his cheek towards his ear. He opened his mouth to moisten his tongue, moaning as he swallowed the refreshing liquid.
�Slowly, now. You might be dehydrated.�
The deep voice startled Zelos and he instinctively pulled his arms up to cover his face, knocking away the water skin in the process.
�Relax, I�m not going to hurt you,� the voice assured him. �You�ve already taken a severe beating, it seems. Move your arms and drink some more water.�
Zelos was calmed somewhat by the sure voice that held no trace of malice or ridicule. He lowered his arms and as the water dripped into his mouth once more he carefully opened his eyes a fraction. He was lying in the shadow of a man kneeling in front of him, wearing dark trousers and a casual white shirt, loosely laced up at the chest. The man�s eyes were obscured by the fringe of his thick layered auburn hair, but his strong jaw was clean-shaven, his lips set in a line that betrayed no emotions. He appeared to be not much older than Zelos himself.
�Who�?� Zelos began.
�Don�t try to speak,� the man ordered gently.
Zelos thought this a good idea. He wasn�t sure he could voice his thoughts coherently right now; he could barely think them. He merely continued to drink the small quantities of water that the man poured into his mouth.
�I have a friend who lives not far from here. She will be able to treat your injuries. Will you let me take you to her?�
Zelos nodded in reply then grit his teeth in agony as pain exploded in his head and white lights dotted his vision. Nausea engulfed him once more and this time he wretched violently, expelling much of the water he had just drunk. After he regained control of his body and quelled his gag reflex, Zelos released a long groan conveying his frustration and disgust.
�At least you aren�t bleeding into your stomach,� the man pointed out.
Yeah, that was some small comfort. Never mind the fact that his entire body would likely be disfigured and he�d have to spend the rest of his miserable life locked inside his mansion like some freak of society.
�Do you think you can walk?�
Fat chance. He couldn�t even shake his head. He made a sound in his throat that he hoped sounded like a negative answer.
�I guess I�ll have to carry you, then.�
Oh, fun.
�Just try not to throw up on me, okay?�
Zelos didn�t feel he had any say in that matter. Zelos heard the rustling of fabric as the man put away the water skin and pulled his pack onto his shoulders. He stood up and walked behind Zelos, who was lying in a foetal position on his side.
�It�ll probably take about half an hour to get there. I�m going to scoop you up.� He placed one hand under Zelos�s knees and one under his side. �I�m sorry if this hurts at all.�
Hurts? As Zelos was lifted his body screamed at him. The man�s arms told him his back was severely bruised and as his legs shifted position relative to his body his abdomen felt like it would tear open, exposing his innards. The attempt to hold his head in position caused needles of pain to course down his spine to every extremity. His body went slack as he passed out cold.
* * *
He became aware of low voices. Of lying on his front on a mattress. Of gentle fingers massaging a cool ointment into his back. The feather-light touch put only a slight pressure on his bruised muscles, but he was aware of a dull ache throughout his body. His left cheek lay on a soft pillow. He opened his eyes slowly, and as they adjusted to the low level of lighting he saw to his right a delightful curve lined with pale fabric that reached the floor, swinging gently from the movement above.
Zelos groaned as the expert fingers reached his shoulders. The fingers were removed.
�He�s awake.� The soft, sultry and most definitely female voice seemed to be attached to the figure to his right, who crouched down beside his face. He couldn�t help but notice how the material of her dress clung to her perfect hourglass figure, accentuating her modest cleavage. The face that settled in front of his was beautifully serene, with a creamy complexion, vivid green eyes and pink lips curved into a gentle smile, all framed with long, pale green hair.
�My name is Martel,� the vision of loveliness spoke. �Can you tell me your name?�
Zelos wondered whether he�d died and gone to heaven. �So priddy�� he mumbled into the pillow. The right-hand side of his face appeared not to be working properly.
�He�s delirious.� He recognised that voice, somewhere to his right, out of his field of view.
�So would I be, if you carried me all the way home,� a second man chuckled quietly.
Martel glanced to her left briefly before returning her gaze to Zelos, searching his face with concern in her deep green eyes. �He may have a concussion,� she said. �Do you remember what happened to you?� she asked Zelos.
I woke up and saw the woman of my dreams. �Are you an angel?�
Martel smiled at the question and shook her head slowly. �No, you�re still very much alive. I�ll let you get your rest now. Try to remain on your front if you can.�
She stood and picked up the lantern from the bedside table, carrying it with her to the door. Zelos watched her shapely silhouette retreat from him.
�Goodnight,� she spoke softly, before closing the door, leaving the room in total darkness.
Zelos drifted to sleep effortlessly with a lopsided grin on his face.
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