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Insaneiac: Hah-ha! I knew this would one
day happen. –Hits brain with a baseball bat- So, for the eyes of everyone that
reads my stuff and aren’t mature enough to contemplate the fact that this is
drastically different, the following is important. This is not straight in
the slightest. This is Shounen-ai, better translated to BOY LOVE. If you’re
expecting a piece of Insaneiac straightness, you will not find it here.
Anyways, this idea came to me whilst I was chatting with Anima Sage Kurai and,
upon laughing at myself for thinking it up…it ended up growing and growing.
Like some evil, super weed. Anyways, since struggling with it was proving to
tire my mind and draining my mind…I decided to write it. And hey, if you don’t
like it, you’re allowed that. It’s your right.
This is also the longer, lemony version.
For starters, this is my first lemon written, so be nice. A lot of uke and
seme. As in Lloyd is a complete uke and Mithos is a manipulative seme. Light
bondage and maybe some language down the road. Enjoy fans…I’m going to go light
my brain on fire.
Summary: It has been a year since
Mithos’ defeat, and the aforementioned fallen hero has yet to let Lloyd live
his life in peace, haunting him like a ghost. One day however, Mithos wagers a
bet with Lloyd. If he can prove to Lloyd that he still exists, than Lloyd owes
him a favor. (Mithoyd…or Lloythos. Take your pick.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of
Symphonia, Namco does. And after this, I doubt they’ll even give me a passing
glance.
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Tales
of Symphonia: A Friendly Wager
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It had been a very long year for Lloyd
Irving Aurion.
For everyone else, the year went by
swimmingly it seemed. Sheena had been in blissful heaven traveling with Lloyd,
helping to purge the world of the exsphere menace. Raine had all the time in
the world to investigate ruins with her own personal assistant, that being the
former leader of the Renegades. Yuan, in turn, had been given the chance to
live a happy life with the teacher, now residing in Iselia and acting as the
militia captain. Zelos and Colette had just gotten married a few of weeks ago,
and were currently in the midst of traveling the world. To Lloyd, the fact that
the single biggest opposites in the world actually went and got hitched never
ceased to amuse him. He had to wonder though, was Zelos going to become a much
more innocent man, or was Colette going to become an absolute pervert. It
disturbed him to no end, however, that Yuan actually started a bet with Sheena
over which would win.
So far, if Zelos blew it and became a good
little boy, Sheena was going to end up owing close to twenty three thousand
gald. Inwardly, and despite the fact that if Sheena ever found out, she’d beat
him into a coma, Lloyd was hoping for Yuan to pull out a victory in this one.
He just could not imagine little, innocent Colette making perverted comments
about Zelos or other men. In all honesty, it horrified him to no end. On a much
lighter note, Regal had legally adopted Presea as his daughter, since he just
could not bring himself to let her go on alone in life. With Regal and Genis
(who was a junior executive with Regal’s company) by her side, Presea was
actually beginning to become a real girl, wearing a warm smile that could have
only been inspired by Colette. She even began to laugh, though mostly at Genis’
attempts to be macho. Obviously, he had been taking advice from the single
worse “role model” possible.
And what about himself? Why was Lloyd so
miserable? He was spending it with the girl of his dreams, and was doing
everything in his power to purge the world of the horrors that were exspheres.
The two of them had even shared a bed a while back when they visited Luin. Even
Zelos considered Lloyd to be, and to the best of his memory Lloyd was sure this
was how he put it, “the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.” The statement
confused him though, since it really was only because Sheena’s bed had
mysteriously burst into flames the minute Lloyd turned around. Still, sleeping
with that angel of a woman in his arms was amazing.
So what had him so depressed?
Why had he asked Sheena, just yesterday
prior, to wait for him at Flanoir? She had agreed, though a little worried that
something was wrong with her close friend.
And why was he sitting in the center of
some Martel forsaken forest, on a random log, massaging his temples tenderly.
What was powerful enough to cause the Eternal Swordsman enough stress and
tension that he actually had to sit and massage his head in the middle of
absolutely nowhere in an attempt to relieve the stress?
“What’s the matter? Got a headache? Is my
little Lloyd in pain?” A childlike voice mocked from beside him.
That would be the reason right there.
“Go away, Mithos.” Lloyd muttered, as
though it were a second nature to him.
“But Lloyd, you look so lonely right now.”
Mithos teased, sitting down beside him on the log. “What’s wrong?”
“Like you care.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Do you really think I
don’t care?”
Lloyd turned his head slowly to Mithos,
giving him an un-amused glare. Aside from the fact that Lloyd knew he didn’t
exist, it looked as though the blonde half-elf was sitting right beside him in
the flesh. He was even sure he could smell the little brat. He could even
define the actual smell of that came off the boy beside him, since he knew that
it wasn’t the forest and it wasn’t him.
“Aw, who am I kidding Lloyd. You know me
too well.” Mithos replied while smirking at Lloyd. Had this been a year prior,
Lloyd would have taken a swing at him. However, the three hundred and sixty
five days of being haunted and trying to un-haunt himself through any and every
means possible had finally left him with the realization that no matter what he
tried, Mithos was here to stay. At least until said half-elf pushed Lloyd to
the point where he would simply bash his head in with a rock to make Mithos
stop.
“It could be worse.” Lloyd muttered, waving
his hand in the air. “You could be Kvar.” Lloyd paused for a moment, grinning.
“On second thought, that might be better.” He could hear Mithos sucking in his
breath at the comment. Lloyd could literally feel the enraged ghost's eyes
burning into the side of his head.
“You…arrogant…” Mithos began, his voice
raised in tone.
“Not so fun is it?” Lloyd shot back
shifting his head just enough to see Mithos glaring at him. “What? You going to
feed me another “inferior being” lecture. Or, is this going to be another
speech on how I am above my friends and I should be ruling this world. Maybe you’ll
force me to watch another of your happy memories.” Lloyd listed off, a smirk
resting on his face. He found his smirk fading when Mithos nodded approvingly.
“I think you’re coming along nicely. Give
me a little while longer, Lloyd, and I’ll mold you into the perfect leader.”
“Not before I destroy the rest of your
exspheres. No age of lifeless beings for you.”
“So? Think about it like this Lloyd. You’ll
live just as long as I have, and longer. What’s to stop me…and you…from
starting over again?”
“Why do you even care about me? I’m a
human; you’re a half-elf! You hate my people!”
“But Lloyd, you’re not just a human
anymore, just like I was no longer really a half-elf when I created Cruxis.”
Mithos explained. The danger with Mithos Yggdrasill was that he was a master of
speech. Lloyd remembered watching Genis struggle against his soft words, almost
deserting Lloyd and his friends to join with the half-elf. Mithos had fooled
their entire party in the very beginning, once more with soft spoken words that
played on the right emotions of the group. As deadly a fighter as he was,
Mithos was just as deadly a speaker.
“So, what you’re trying to say is?” Lloyd
had never managed to get this far with Mithos before, usually refusing to
listen any further or being interrupted by Sheena. Ultimately, that was why he
asked to be alone. So he could finally confront and find out what Mithos meant.
“We are above both.” Mithos began, leaning
backwards and staring up into the sky. “Sure, we favor our respective races,
but you and I, Lloyd, are above them all. And with my help, you’ll realize that
you need to stop caring about trying to get people to accept peace and
tolerance, and begin forcing them.” The way he finished his statement caused
shivers to rip up Lloyd’s spine. Quickly, Lloyd turned to both his trump card
and saving grace. He was going to tell her everything when he got to Flanoir,
going to confide in her his darkest secret. The only other person who knew at
that point was Genis, and that was because he knew he could trust him
completely.
“Sheena will help me through this. You’ll
see. You are nothing more than a phase and a ghost. As Genis put it, a figment
of my imagination.” Lloyd shot back dryly as he tapped his head with his
knuckle, not paying any heed to Mithos as he feigned injury. In many ways, he
owed his still secure sanity to Genis Sage, whose advice had more than likely
stopped him from knocking himself into a coma. However, it left him a little
disturbed at how Genis seemed to get extra careful with Lloyd after finding
out. The way he would stare at Lloyd, what he would say around his friend. It
kind of worried him just how much he had changed after find out what happened.
“But Lloyd…I can help you much more than
she can. She doesn’t understand people like you…people like us.”
That did it. Lloyd jumped from the log and
spun to face Mithos, anger burning intensely in his eyes. He swiped the air in
front of him with his hand, signifying denial and disagreement. “SHUT UP!”
Lloyd screamed as loudly as he could. “You and I are nothing alike. You are
evil and a villain! I am a good-guy, a hero!”
“Lloyd, you are so cute when you’re in
denial.” Mithos chimed, cutting Lloyd down in his tracks. “I’ve been with you
long enough to know how you feel. I’ve seen those darker thoughts and regrets.
You think you can hide it so well Lloyd, but you can’t.” Truth be told, the day
after he regenerated the worlds, Mithos had come to him while he was out in the
field practicing. Lloyd, being Lloyd, charged at the specter only to miss and
take a dive face first into a tree. After recovering from the pain and the
embarrassment of having your mortal enemy laughing his head off at you, Lloyd
tried again. He spent the next hour pushing himself back up onto his feet with
each unsuccessful attack. Finally, after the repeated attempts at trying to
impale Mithos…again, Lloyd just rested on the ground, face staring at the grass
to avoid staring at the little blond villain.
------ One Year Ago, a Field outside Iselia
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Lloyd was staring up into Mithos’
sapphire eyes, completely unable to even get up, or tear his gaze away from the
half-elf that, by all accounts and truths of the universe, should be dead. He
should be trying to take hell over with Kvar and Forcystus right now, not
standing in above him and gazing into his eyes, taunting him without even
uttering a word.
“Aw Lloyd. Come on. You’re not giving up
that easily, are you?”
“What the hell are you doing here? I
killed you!”
“If you killed me, than why I am here
Lloyd? You’re so stupid, do you know that?” He said it like it was both factual
and something spoken between friends. It set off Lloyd even more.
“And you aren’t really here. It’s all in
my head. I know it is.”
“Aw Lloyd…you’re so cute when your
ignorant.”
Lloyd’s head whipped from the grass to
see Mithos kneeling right in front of him and staring down into his eyes, his
full, sapphire eyes burning ruthlessly into his. “What did you just say?” Lloyd
asked slowly, just not processing what Mithos had said.
“I said you’re cute when you’re
ignorant. However, I think the shocked Lloyd is just a little bit cuter.”
Mithos continued, smiling eerily at the brown haired swordsman.
“You…are sick. Do you know that?
Completely sick!” Lloyd growled, swinging his sword at Mithos. However, before
the swing had finished, Mithos had vanished and left him all alone to dwell
over that fact that his mortal enemy, his exact opposite in life, had just made
a “pass” on him.
------ Present Day ------
“Would you stop calling me cute, you
sicko.” Lloyd muttered, his intensity upended and replaced with an unsteadied
voice. He didn’t know what disturbed him more, the fact that a creepy little
half-elf that should be dead thought he was cute, or the fact that he was
beginning to get used to the creepy little half-elf that should be dead calling
him cute. “It’s…weird.”
“Aww, what’s so weird about it Lloyd?”
Mithos asked, feigning innocence. The look in his eyes was enough to force
Lloyd to start walking away. “Maybe what’s weird is that you like it?” Mithos
was quick to scoot to the left as a sword embedded itself in the log where he
had been sitting. “Oh…getting all feisty now, Lloyd?”
“Why are you doing this?” Lloyd growled,
turning around to face Mithos. He walked towards the half-elf until there were
no more than a handful of inches in between them. Mithos himself stood up on
the log, bringing his eyes onto the same level as Lloyd. “Why can’t you just
let me be? You lost. You don’t exist anymore. Go away!”
“I’m doing this, little Lloyd, because I
know how you feel.” Mithos spoke, and for the first time in the year that he
had haunted Lloyd, it was sincere. “Lloyd, I have a proposition for you…a wager
if you will.” Lloyd almost cringed at the smile that found itself onto Mithos’
face.
“…I’m listening…” Lloyd spoke tentatively.
It further unnerved him when he saw Mithos’ smile widen.
“If I can prove to you that I exist… that I
am standing right here in front of you, then you have to do me a favor of my
choosing. If I can’t prove my existence to you, then I’ll leave you alone,
forever.” Mithos offered, smiling. He watched Lloyd eye him cautiously, his
smile never breaking. “I’ll swear that on the Eternal Sword Lloyd. If I can not
prove my existence, right here and now, to you, then I’ll head off to hell. On
my honor as a half-elf.”
‘This is too easy Lloyd. Don’t forget,
this is Mithos. He has never played fair.’ ‘But what could he do? He isn’t
there, you know it. Genis told you, he exists only in your mind. He stood
right in front of Sheena once and she saw nothing at all.’ ‘It’s Mithos. We
thought he was dead once, and he just came back later…almost stole Sheena’s
soul from you too.’ ‘At the worse, if he’s right, than you owe him a favor.
But when he fails Lloyd, you’ll be free of him too.
Lloyd let a long breath out, closing his
eyes ever so briefly as he reserved himself to his decision. Opening them
again, Lloyd was staring back into the half-elf’s eyes. “Fine then. But you
absolutely swear to leave once you fail.”
“Lloyd, if I fall short, not only will I
leave, but I’ll take ever trace of my time over the last year with you. It’ll
be as if I never existed after that fight.” Mithos replied, smiling sweetly. “I
swear on my sister’s taintless honor.” It was that sincerity that Mithos had
that was the final piece of assurance he need. Despite the fact that this was
Mithos, Lloyd knew that this was really his only chance to be free of the
menace that he represented. Sighing, Lloyd pulled the blade out of the log and
sheathed it. He gave Mithos a once over with his eyes, just in case he had
something hiding on him. Sucking in a deep breath, Lloyd relaxed his shoulders
and let his arms fall limp to his side, stretching them out ever so slightly.
“Well then, do your worse Mithos. The
sooner I’m free of you, the sooner I-”Lloyd began, seconds before the gap
between them evaporated. Lloyd’s eyes shot open as wide as they have ever been
as he felt the younger looking half-elf’s lips planted firmly on his own. It
took him a while to realize the first major shocker of it all. He was in the
midst of kissing Mithos Yggdrasill, the person single most responsible for
almost every bad thing to happen to the worlds. He was the sole responsible
person for the creation of the Desians, for Kvar. This was the person that
tried to turn Colette into his own sister, and tried to drive a wedge
in-between himself and Genis, his best friend. Suddenly, Lloyd pulled away,
falling backwards and landing on his backside with a thump. His hand shot to
his lips, touching them as if checking to see for any wounds or blood. That was
when horrifying realization number two set in.
“You…kissed me.” Lloyd muttered, horrified.
His eyes were the widest they have ever been, but surprisingly enough, they
were locked solid with Mithos’ eyes. “You…you’re a…guy…WHAT THE HELL!!” Lloyd
screamed as he backed away from Mithos, moving until his back met the rough
bark of a tree. His first kiss, and it was stolen from him by not only his
opposite, but a guy nonetheless
“Wow Lloyd. Your powers of observation
never cease to amaze me.” Mithos taunted, pushing off of the log and almost
skipping towards Lloyd. “Yup, I kissed you alright. And judging from how long
it took you to, well, react…I’m going to go right ahead and assume that you
liked it.”
“You were sick before when you were calling
me cute. Now you’re just a twisted freak!” Lloyd growled, throwing his arm in
front of him to try and keep Mithos away. However, this came off as an action
of fear rather than fight. Throwing his head to the side, Lloyd closed his eyes
tightly and began to try and will Mithos away. “Just stay the hell away from me
dammit!” Lloyd roared. When he felt his hand grasped with Mithos’ own. It was
about then at horrible realization number three set in, and this was by far the
worse of them all. “Mithos…I can feel your hand…why the hell can I feel your
hand.” Lloyd whimpered. Yes, he had already kissed him, but it really didn’t
sink in until he felt Mithos’ hand grasp his own. Stranger still, it had a
lively warmth to it, almost comforting.
He felt the half-elf’s fingers mix in
between his own, closing around his palm tightly. Lloyd cringed at the strength
of the former Cruxis leader, cringed at the fact that he could feel the
strength of the former Cruxis angel. He whimpered pathetically as he felt the
half-elf move his extended arm backwards, pressing it against the side of the
tree as he sat down on his lap, resting his head on Lloyd’s shoulder, leaving
his lips just beyond the reach of his ear. His other hand buried itself into
Lloyd’s brown hair, clenching the boy’s hair gently.
“Now…about that favor you owe me.” Mithos
murmured into Lloyd’s ear. Lloyd cringed at the sound of his voice, both how
alluring and how cold it truly was. It was like listening to darkness, in both
it malice and its temptation. “What do you think I want, Lil Lloyd?”
“Please…get off me.” Lloyd whimpered,
bringing his free hand up, and placing it on Mithos’ chest. Lloyd began to try
and push the younger looking half-elf off of him, but was failing miserably. It
wasn’t that he lacked the strength. Quite the opposite in all actuality. Lloyd
couldn’t because something was holding him back, be it subconsciously or
physically. Whatever it was, it was keeping him from pushing off the single
most threatening thing to ever happen to him, who was now in the midst of
nuzzling the side of his neck and playing with his hair.
“Lloyd.” Mithos purred, smiling as the
swordsman cringed. “If you don’t like this, push me off. You know all too well
that you can, don’t you?” Mithos taunted, tightly grabbing a handful of Lloyd’s
hair, and pulling back. Lloyd yelp in pain as he felt his head yanked towards
Mithos’ face. His eyes opened slowly, almost as though he was being forced to
open them, and he stared into the half-elf’s sapphire eyes, no more than an
inch from his own eyes. “Lloyd, admit it. You like this.”
“N-no…I don’t…” Lloyd muttered weakly,
trying to push Mithos off once again. “I hate this…I hate you.” Lloyd tried to
sound powerful, but every word came out weaker and more pathetic than the last.
‘Why…can’t I fight you… ?’
“Because you know this is what you want
Lloyd.” Mithos purred, causing the boy’s eyes to whip open. “I’m a part of you
now Lloyd…I hear everything, including your precious little thoughts.” Mithos
continued, twisting the hair in his hand. “Lloyd, you lost that bet, remember?
That means you owe me a favor.” The way he said the last part caused Lloyd to
whimper. In truth, he couldn’t fight Mithos off him no matter how hard he
tried, no matter how loudly he yelled at himself.
“I hate you…” Lloyd repeated, sighing as he
felt Mithos’ hand unwrap itself from his, allowing it to slump to his side.
Mithos let his free hand slide to the side of Lloyd’s neck, resting there
gently as the child-like villain rested on his victory. “Why are you doing this
to me?”
“Because Lloyd. You’re going to live
forever. We should get comfortable with each other know that. And eventually,
maybe not today, maybe not this year, but eventually you’re going to learn the
truth about this world. No one will ever willingly accept peace.” Mithos
muttered, his hand leaving Lloyd’s neck and trailing to his face, gently
running along his features gently. “Besides…Yggdrasill was a failure because he
was my creation. You Lloyd, you’re special. You’re pure and idealistic. In a
nutshell, Lloyd Irving…you’re me. And no matter how long it takes, I’ll save
your soul and spirit from this world, and we’ll fix this disgusting rock
together…you and I, Lil Lloyd.” Mithos whispered tauntingly, breathing out
slowly against the brunette’s neck and watching as the hairs slowly stand on
end.
“You creep…” Lloyd whimpered. He shivered
when he felt Mithos kiss his neck slowly, almost painfully slow. Lloyd felt
himself turn into a shade of beet red as he felt the lips, the eerily warm lips
press against his neck, breaking contact only to pay attention to another part
of the flesh. Mithos was doing next to nothing to restrain him in the
slightest, so why wasn’t he fighting him. He could very well get him off of
him, keep him from continuing.
Did he want this? Did he actually want his
mortal enemy, his direct opposite, in this manner?
“Mit…hos” Lloyd whimpered, as the hand fell
away from his hair.
“My favor, Lloyd, is for you to watch these
people you fought for. Watch them fail you, turn on you, blame you.” Mithos
spoke, pushing himself from Lloyd’s neck, smacking his lips as if he had just
consumed a feast. In a way, it sickened Lloyd which, in turn, caused only more
pleasure for Mithos. “The people you love will betray you, abandoning you. But
Lloyd…I know what you’ll go through.” Lloyd shifted his head to Mithos, and was
almost struck dead by the look in his eyes. It was a pure and sincere caring
that seemed to resonate in his eyes, the totally uncharacteristically caring
that found itself resting with his eyes. “I’ll be right beside you through it
all, helping you like no other can, Lloyd. Because what other person truly can
help you but the person that went through what you are going to go through.
When you feel like crying over it, I can be there to hold you and then to help
you steel your soul. When you feel like killing over it, I’ll be there to teach
you and train you. I am everything you will need when this world decides it
does not need you.”
“No…” Lloyd weakly muttered, though his
weakness sounded more like it was a reflection on the contact rather than the
words. He felt hands slide down along his shirt and to his hands, the fingers
intertwining themselves with his own. Once again, Mithos raised both hands into
the air and pressed them against the sides of the tree. Lloyd groaned in pain
as he felt his arms stretched and bend in ways they really shouldn’t, but could
help to let it happen. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly as he felt
himself give in to weaknesses he shouldn’t have. As he opened his eyes again,
he saw Mithos staring into them with a smile that seemed like something a
monster would wear before slowly killing a hard hunted prey.
“See, Lloyd. You try to resist, yet only a
part of you is resisting.” Mithos taunted, lowering his head in and pressing
his lips to Lloyd’s softly, watching Lloyd’s opened eyes waver and shake. He
slowly broke the kiss so that he could straddle Lloyd’s hips a little more,
pressing himself against the Lloyd and pressing Lloyd against the tree. He
moved his head to Lloyd’s left ear, and gently began to nibble on it. He almost
laughed as Lloyd whimpered and moaned again in response.
“Go ahead Lloyd…tell me what you want.
Scream it. You want me to teach you, to empower you, to strip you, to hold your
naked little body and give you cause to scream in ecstasy. What the hell Lloyd,
what don’t you just give me free reign. I’ll break the hold that these idiots
have on you and free you from the lies this world has blanketed you with.”
Mithos whispered into Lloyd’s ear before running his tongue inside it. He slid
his hands to Lloyd’s gloves and removed each of them from his hands, throwing
the pieces of clothing away. He tied his hands within Lloyd’s hands again,
rubbing the exposed flesh softly as he continued to taste Lloyd’s ear.
“But…I love my friends…” Lloyd tried to
speak, his voice a bare whimper. “And…Sheena…”
“They have chains, Lloyd.” Mithos purred
into his ear as he stretched Lloyd’s arms back further. “They have chains that
are keeping you bound to this broken and lost world. And Sheena…she’s holding
the chain wrapped around your neck, leading you like a dog.” He slowly brought
his head from Lloyd’s ear and pressed it against his mouth again. He broke the
kiss as abruptly as he started, enjoying the fact that the swordsman was lost
entirely. “I’m the key, Lloyd. That freeing key that will render those chains
useless. They don’t love you, they fear you. So they keep you bound in that
fear so that you never hurt them.” With this, Mithos pressed his mouth back on
Lloyd’s mouth, lapping at his lips with his tongue. Lloyd squirmed ever so
briefly before he found himself opening his mouth for Mithos. His mind would
have been yelling at him for allowing the half-elf’s tongue into his own mouth,
if his mind wasn’t wrapped up in the feeling of his tongue and Mithos’ dancing
erotically with each other. Lloyd’s face flushed deep red as he felt himself
slipping into a perpetual state of euphoria.
Slowly, Mithos slid off the suspenders from
the shoulders of Lloyd’s outfit, one at a time, before finally breaking the
intense kiss they were sharing. Lloyd turned his head away almost instantly,
wanting to look at anything other than Mithos, but a surprisingly warm hand
brought Lloyd’s face back to him. Without breaking eye contact, Mithos
tightened the right sleeve of Lloyd’s outfit, before lifting the upper torso
wear off of the swordsmen. All but his right hand escaped the shirt, and Mithos
departed from his perch on top of Lloyd’s waist to walk behind the tree he had
pinned the brunette to. He gently grasped the left hand of his mate and slid it
back into the empty sleeve, tightening it as well. Still dazed from the
feelings that he had experience just moments ago, Lloyd only now realized he
was pretty much fastened to the tree.
“Mithos…what are you doing?”
“Lloyd…I want you to tell me you like
this.” Mithos demanded while kneeling beside Lloyd’s left side and running his
left hand along Lloyd’s spine, rubbing and feeling it hungrily. His other hand
tended to Lloyd’s exposed chest, brushing the skin and trailing about it
teasingly.
“Ah…” Lloyd whimpered, twitching at the
touches that filled his senses. His face had gone as red as his shirt now, and
his breath was coming out in labored pants. “St-stop…please Mithos…st-stop…” In
response, Mithos pressed his mouth to Lloyd’s left ear, licking its edges
tauntingly as Lloyd whimpered and struggled.
“Ask me to stop and I will…but if you want
anymore, tell me you want…no…tell me you need it.” Mithos spoke coolly as Lloyd
began to pant. “Tell me you need it, and then tell me what you need.” Right
now, Lloyd was turning into jelly. A malleable soul that was giving in to his
carnal needs with every passing second. His defenses were crumbling at both his
words and his actions. Soon, he would have his Lloyd Irving, and when he
finally did have him, he would make sure that Lloyd only wanted him in return.
Lloyd let out another groan as he felt the
contact brushing over his skin once more, his entire face flushed and his mind
fogged. “I…”
“Say it Lloyd. You need me. To please you,
to love you, to be you…you need me to be free from this world of
bondage that you are trapped in.” Mithos accentuated his words by taking
Lloyd’s earlobe in his teeth and pulling on it, while squeezing one of the
brunette's exposed nipples and twisting it ever so slightly. Lloyd arched
upwards and let a longer, mewl-like moan escape his mouth before slumping back
down against the tree, breathing heavily.
“I…” Lloyd whimpered out again as he tried
to squirm out of Mithos’ very well trained motions. “I need…I…I need you.”
Lloyd whimpered out, defeat and lust obvious in his voice. He let a yelp out
when he felt a hand slip down and rest of his crotch, the bulge contained
within his pants twitching at the contact. “I need you…Mithos.” He repeated
with a little more volume to his plea. He felt the hand press down on his
crotch, the reaction presenting itself in another moan.
“What do you need, Lloyd? Say it now.”
Mithos continued, squeezing the covered member in his hand lightly. His left
hand had departed from the naked back of Lloyd and was now running though his
disheveled brown hair, pulling on it ever so hard enough to mix in necessary
pain with the overwhelming pleasure. He wanted to make sure that the one that
was begging was Lloyd Irving and not Lloyd’s lust. Said target grunted in pain
as he felt himself forced to stare into the eyes of what he wanted most and
what he feared most.
“I want you…” Lloyd began before faltering
and whimpering. The hand twisted the hair and increased the pain, causing Lloyd
to let out a pained yelp.
“No. Not want, Lloyd. What do you NEED
from me? What do you NEED me to do for you, to do to you
Lloyd? Tell me, now.” Mithos commanded, watching his prey’s eyes begin to
water. “I don’t like hurting you Lloyd, I hate it. It makes me sad to hurt such
a beautiful thing as yourself. So just tell me what you need.” Mithos responded
softly yet firmly, showing compassion that would draw his goal in towards him
all the more.
“I…” Lloyd whimpered again, his mind
defogging enough for thought to get through his head. “I need you to please me,
to love me…to hold me…” Lloyd recited pleadingly as his gaze was held by
Mithos. “I need you to free my from this world of bondage…please Mithos…” The
last two words came out in a beg rather than a request. The hand let go of the
hair and allowed Lloyd’s head to slump back to a comfortable position, as
Mithos straddled Lloyd’s hips and pressed his body against Lloyd’s.
“Lloyd, I love you. I will protect you from
this horrible world, save you from the damnation it wreaks upon souls like us.
And we’ll fix this world Lloyd…you and I…we’ll fix this world and make
everything right.” Mithos cooed to Lloyd, rubbing his hands along Lloyd’s neck.
“I’ll never let this world hurt my Lloyd…because this world is lucky to even
have my Lloyd walking upon it.”
“Mithos…” Lloyd muttered weakly, before he
felt himself enveloped in another deep kiss from his would be liberator. Once
again, a flaring heat engulfed his body as Mithos took over again, driving
Lloyd back into that incredible euphoria that he craved. Their tongues danced
together and bathed in the other’s saliva. Mithos’ arms wrapped around Lloyd’s
back and neck, pushing the boy’s head inwards and only serving to deepen the
kiss they were sharing. Their hot breath swapping bodies as they let themselves
been engulfed by the moment. Lloyd’s eyes began to roll into the back of his
head as he felt himself almost drown within the erotic ecstasy that the deep
exchange was causing, moaning weakly into Mithos’ mouth.
Regretfully, Mithos broke the contact from
Lloyd, allowing the still alive brunette to gasp in a breath. As he did, Mithos
breathed out onto Lloyd’s forehead before kissing it gently. He allowed himself
an evil smirk when he felt Lloyd pressing his lips against his neck, opening
his mouth to lap at the paler half-elf’s skin in a carnal hunger. As Lloyd
tasted the skin of the supposedly dead half-elf, Mithos continued to run his
hands through the swordsman’s hair, pulling and twisting it lightly as he let
it slide through his fingers. Pulling away from Lloyd and stifling a chuckle as
the swordsman whimpered at the break in contact, Mithos let his hands grip the
hem of Lloyd’s pants, and pulled them off completely, discarding them along
with his boots to the same pile as his gloves. His precious Lloyd was now bound
helpless to a tree and completely naked.
Mithos’ eyes rested on Lloyd’s twitching
erection, on the pre-cum that oozed out from the head and how it glistened in
the light made it look just as needful as Lloyd himself. Mithos, still fully
garbed, watched his precious one rive in his need, struggling to get free so he
could be close to his liberator. Mithos listened to the sounds of his frantic
breathing and wanting moans, smiling to himself as he walked slowly towards
Lloyd and knelt down beside him, pressing the left side of his face against his
right side, and staring down at the throbbing member.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
Mithos mocked as he stretched out a hand and took the penis by the head,
covering it was his palm and giving it a light squeeze. Lloyd let another
mewl-like moan escape his lips in response. “Wow Lloyd…you make the cutest
sounds.” Mithos commented as he squeezed the head a little harder and listened
to the symphony that came out of his mate. Lowering his hand to wrap around the
shaft of the penis, Mithos began to pump it agonizingly slow, watching as Lloyd
struggled to even keep breathing. He tightened his grip on it the member as he
continued pumping, watching Lloyd arch upwards and listen to him moaning in
dire need.
“Oh, this is fun. I could simply watch you
thriving like this, Lloyd. You are so entertaining just to watch.” Mithos
teased, pressing his thumb down on the head of Lloyd’s penis and rotating it
around. Lloyd cried out this time, closing his eyes tightly and tossing his
head side to side. Pulling his hand away, Mithos stood back up, waiting for
Lloyd to settle down and breathe again before removing his upper garment. It
was at that time that Lloyd realized that, despite his twelve year-old
appearance in size, his physical appearance was anything but. He looked
slightly frail, yet Lloyd knew otherwise, but he also looked aged. Not elderly,
but as though he were as teenaged as himself.
“Mithos…you’re…”
“Please. Nothing clichéd or corny please.
It’ll kill the moment. And that would be a travesty in and of itself.” Mithos
silenced before going to his knees and pressing Lloyd’s body down against the
ground with his hands. He lowered his head until it was a whispers distance
from Lloyd’s throbbing manhood. “I wonder how my Lloyd tastes down here?”
Mithos taunted before blowing out a breath against the head of the penis and
watching it twitch hungrily. The moan from Lloyd made it all the better. “Tell
me what you want, Lloyd.”
Lloyd whimpered at the command, closing his
eyes and biting down on his bottom lip as he resisted the urge to say anything.
He wanted to look like he had some control in this situation, despite being
tied to a tree with his own shirt. He suddenly hoped very much so that no one
found him like this. To say the least, it would require a lot of complicated
explaining. His thought process was jarred when he felt a wet and fleshy appendage
sliding up along the side of his member, prompting him to let out a silent cry.
He opened his eyes and looked down to see Mithos licking his lips and looking
up at him with control in his presence and gaze.
“Well Lloyd? What do you want?”
Lloyd struggled again to break himself
free, yet knew that he wasn’t truly trying to at all. “I want you to…put my
dick in…” Lloyd struggled verbally, biting down as he felt shame rushing in.
“…in your mouth.”
“Oh you can say it louder than that, lil
Lloyd. Go ahead, say it loudly. ‘I want you to suck me off until I go brain
dead!’” Mithos cooed, squeezing Lloyd’s dick and watching as more pre-cum slid
out.
“I…want you to…s-suck me off until I go
brain dead.” Lloyd spoke, fast and slightly louder.
“Louder Lloyd.”
“I…want you to s-s-suck me off until I go
brain dead!” Lloyd said, still quickly and louder than before. Mithos shook the
boy’s penis in his hand as his other hand began to fondle Lloyd’s testicles.
“Suck me off please!”
“Only because you asked so nicely, Lloyd.”
Mithos spoke, before he opened his mouth and took in the head of Lloyd’s penis.
He stayed there as Lloyd let out a long and passion driven cry, listening to
his breathing becoming sharp and coursed. Mithos’ tongue began to lap at the pre-cum
that had amounted at the head while he tease him, sliding it along the entire
cherry before removing his hand from the shaft and going further in. He made
sure to go as slowly as was possible, glancing up at his flushed face companion
as he squirmed and moaned. Just by looking at Lloyd’s face he could tell that
the swordsman was engulfed in a state of euphoria that was numbing his brain.
Stopping just past midway, Mithos’ tongue began to slide up and down the
underside of Lloyd’s shaft, each stroke causing Lloyd to whine out and attempt
to buck his hips and push the rest of him into Mithos’ mouth. Yet his blonde
partner held him down with ease, causing him to whimper and moan in wonton
need.
At long last, he took the full of Lloyd’s
member in his mouth, engulfing the twitching and fully erect organ in his warm
oral cavity and letting his tongue slide along the hot cock, feeling it almost
melt as his tongue ran over it tauntingly. He never drew his eyes away from
Lloyd’s face as he went to work on his member. Leisurely, Mithos’ head began to
bob up and down along the throbbing cock, his tongue sliding along in rhythm
with the meaty pole in his mouth. He pressed his teeth down gently against it
and scraped them along it lightly, adding pressure to the sensitive organ.
Despite this, his eyes never left the true show. Lloyd’s face was a mixture of
beet red hue and the most erotic faces. He moaned and mewled in raw passion
that seemed to excite Mithos as well, which was evident through his eyes.
Removing one of his hands from Lloyd’s thigh, Mithos slid his hand around
Lloyd’s thigh and rubbed against the cheek of his rear methodically before
proceeding to his anal orifice and pressing the finger against it.
“Mi…Mithos!” Lloyd whimpered out, his face
the picture of ecstasy but his eyes alive with worry. He tried to squirm away
when he felt the finger on his anus apply more pressure to it and run itself
around the outside. “What…no… No…” Lloyd whimpered, about to say something more
before letting out a lust filled cry of passion as Mithos continued to torture
his penis. He could hear, or more like feel, Mithos laughing around the cock
that was within his incredibly warm mouth as he watched Lloyd slump back to his
rather forced position. What Lloyd was not aware of was that Mithos was
subconsciously preventing Lloyd from experiencing climax right away. The
passion would continuously build, but he wouldn’t feel release until Mithos
deemed it was well earned. What he was hoping for was an orgasm that would very
likely knock him out cold. He watched as Lloyd began panting and whining with
his head swinging from side to side, eyes closed as tightly as possible as his
mind became more and more clouded.
Not waiting any longer, Mithos slid his
index finger into Lloyd’s anus, inserting it all the way in as he watched Lloyd
go rigid and let out a cry of mixed pain and passion. He squirmed around as he
tried to get use to something going up his asshole instead of coming out when
he felt it get even thicker, as Mithos slid his middle finger into it as well.
A second, even louder cry of lustful passion escaped Lloyd’s lips as he
experienced a feeling of incredible fullness to him. Mithos waits for Lloyd to
relax, which took less time than he had initially thought, before pumping the
fingers in and out of his lover’s ass, listening to Lloyd’s groans link
together and fluctuate in volume as he sped up his blowjob and his fingering of
Lloyd’s anus. Soon, Lloyd was crying out continuously as he felt all his heat
build up inside of him, and at the very last second, Mithos took the full of
Lloyd’s cock in his mouth and shoved his fingers as deep as he could into
Lloyd’s anal cavity as he let Lloyd loose.
This cry, compared to the others Lloyd had
loosed during this torture session, outshined them all. Mithos almost came just
listening to Lloyd as he climaxed, spilling his seed into Mithos’ mouth whilst
his body jerked and shook. A violent euphoria engulfed Lloyd’s entire body and
nearly melted his skin away as the incredible wave of passion washed over him.
After what felt like an eternity for both members of the party, Lloyd slumped
to the ground and his entire body went rag doll, his breath now coming out in
labored pants from the aftermath of the orgasm he had just experienced. His consciousness
was intact though, and even though his entire being felt tired to the point of
collapse, he was still awake. He felt a warmth leave his cock as Mithos’ mouth
came off of it, and soon felt a hand pull on his chin and bring him face to
face with Mithos, Lloyd’s eyes opened wide enough to see the lust that still
resided in Mithos’ eyes
Without a word spared, Mithos kissed Lloyd
once again, Lloyd opening his mouth to the half-elf in front of him as they
partook in another erotic deep kiss. A gooey substance seemed to slide
in-between their tongues and around each other’s mouths as their tongues
ravished each other, and soon Lloyd realized that he was actually tasting what
his cum was like. His eyes shot open at this before narrowing erotically as he
found the flavor to his liking. His seed, mixed with the taste of Mithos’ mouth
and saliva was engulfing him and clouding his senses to anything but Mithos. He
could feel his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head by the time Mithos
broke the kissing again, straddling Lloyd’s waist as he swallowed the last of
his lover’s cum.
“You taste delicious, don’t you agree.”
Mithos spoke, his words almost matching the same mischievous nature as his
grin. His hand slipped back to the half-flaccid cock and his fingers mingled
with the cum that still lingered around it. Convinced his hand was sufficiently
coated, he sucked on one of his one fingers in front of Lloyd, his tongue
wrapping around and caressing the finger as he cleaned it. He brought one of
the still covered fingers to Lloyd’s mouth, who hungrily opened up and began to
suck on it as well, cleaning off the digit in much the same fashion. When
Mithos took his hand away, Lloyd began to squirm in spot again.
“I’m not finished yet, Lloyd. What I do
next will make your entire body feel alive.” Mithos muttered soothingly as he
stood up and removed his tights. Despite his child like size, his lower body
had a matured quality to it, much like his upper body. More than that all,
Mithos fully naked seemed to glow in front of Lloyd, looking like some avatar
of carnal need that Lloyd wanted desperately.
“Before anything can really happen, Lloyd,
I would want to make sure I don’t hurt you too badly.” Mithos continued as he
slowly wrapped his hands around Lloyd’s hair, and positioned his half erect
member, another part of him that greatly betrayed his child like stature, in
front of his lover’s face. “It’ll hurt still…but at least this way it’ll go in
easier and you’ll feel amazing much more quickly.” Lloyd was confused to what
Mithos was referring to, but has he felt the member approach his lips, he
didn’t care. He started with the head of the dick, wrapping his lips around it
tightly and lapping at the head of the cock. Like most of Mithos, its taste
only further aroused and made Lloyd feel even more lust. Soon, Mithos began to
push the rest of the member in, just barely able to get it all into Lloyd’s
warm mouth. He didn’t gag as he tried to take it all in, but he could feel it
pressing against the back of his throat.
Lloyd’s saliva began to run all over the
cock in his mouth as he let his tongue lap it hungrily, each wave of flavor
that filled his mouth numbing his senses tied to the outside world. Shortly
after, Mithos pulled his member from Lloyd’s warm mouth and watched as Lloyd
whined at the departure, staring at Mithos in need and blushing an even deeper
shade of red, if such were possible.
“Lil Lloyd, just wait.” Mithos taunted as
he moved down to ass once more, taking one of Lloyd’s legs in each hand and pushing
them back a bit and apart from each other, so that his anus was in clear sight.
Taking a bit more of Lloyd’s remaining cum in his fingers as he took his hand
off one of the legs, Mithos ran his fingers along the asshole so as to lube his
entrance. Agonizingly slow, Mithos positioned his fully erect and throbbing
member at Lloyd’s anal opening and glanced up at his lust filled lover’s eyes.
“Lloyd, this will hurt, and I’m sorry.
Nothing should ever hurt you…but I swear that the pain will go away fast.”
Giving him the most reassuring gaze he had ever given, Lloyd felt himself relax
and felt a feeling of security at his words and eyes. Pressing his cock head
against Lloyd’s anus, Mithos slowly pushed into the incredibly tight cavity,
eliciting a sudden cry of pain from Lloyd.
“MITHOS! IT HURTS!” Lloyd screamed, biting
his bottom lip as he felt Mithos continue. It was much harder than two fingers
inside of him, thicker too. Tears began to roll down his eyes as he felt
nothing more than a wave of agony was over him. Almost as soon as the agony had
come though, Mithos had fully buried himself inside Lloyd’s anus, and was now
holding steady until Lloyd relaxed.
“I know it does Lloyd…but it’ll feel much
better. I promise, Lloyd!” Mithos reassured, his voice soothing the quivering
swordsman. “I’d never hurt my Lloyd, who I love so much. It hurts now, but I
promised my Lloyd that I would make him feel good.” The words seemed to have
the relaxing effect intended, despite the fact that Lloyd was responding positively
to being called Mithos’ Lloyd. Waiting for Lloyd to give him the go ahead,
Mithos began to slowly and carefully pull his dick out.
This time, Lloyd felt something odd. He had
felt incredibly full just mere moments ago and now he was feeling like he was
emptying out. When Mithos slowly pushed back in, Lloyd felt the pain return,
but this time with a sensation of pleasure to it, as the nerves in his anal
cavity responded to the intruding penis in a much more welcoming, lustful
fashion. Burying himself all the way in again, Lloyd let a groan out as he felt
the cock head push against a series of nerves, causing a small eruption of
pleasure to fill his body. His flaccid member became as hard as rock and
twitched at the feeling of Mithos’ penis fully inside of him. Now finding more
pleasure than pain, Lloyd was suddenly aware of just how powerful the
sensations of pleasure were as they filled his senses and threatened to swallow
him whole.
The slow pumping in and out of Lloyd’s anus
began to quicken and become harder, and soon Lloyd was moaning out loudly with
every motion of the rock hard member that was inside of his body, his eyes
glazed over as he felt the sensations of Mithos all around him. Every time the
member pressed against the bundle of nerves inside of him, he felt another
eruption of ecstasy engulf a little more of his being, and his own cock respond
as such, twitching and throbbing powerfully with each full pump. Mithos had
switched positions now, allowing himself to push in even deeper. He had Lloyd
rolled up almost into a little ball, with his legs hovering just above his
head, which put Lloyd’s own penis pointing right at his face, and Mithos had
his body pinned between his own fully nude being and the tree he had Lloyd
bound to. He could watch Lloyd’s face happily as he felt his own limit fast
approaching, the tightness and immense warmth of his lover’s anal cavity
overcoming his millennia of experience quite effectively. As Mithos pumped into
Lloyd, their collective groans seemed to mingle with one other just as
erotically as they were.
Lloyd’s face was the picture of lust. His
eyes had practically rolled up into the back of his head, his mouth was wide
open as he let groan after sex dripping groan escape his mouth, and his face
was flushed as red as could be. His hair was heavily disheveled the strewn
about. Taking one of his hands off the forest floor from beside Lloyd’s waist,
he wrapped it tightly around Lloyd’s dripping member and began to pump it hard,
matching the rhythm of his thrusts perfectly. Lloyd’s moans strengthen in
volume and turned into passion driven cries as he felt explosions ripple
through his body. Mithos knew Lloyd was at his limit and was about to cum
again, but Mithos had done as he did last time and subconsciously held Lloyd
back from his well deserved climax. The result left Lloyd trapped in a state of
nigh release, lighting his entire body on fire as he felt himself lose his mind
to the passion that had taken over.
Grunting sensually as he delivered what he
knew was his last few pumps available, Mithos looked up one last time to see
Lloyd’s face contorting and riving in the euphoria that the half-elf had locked
him in, and felt his own climax hit him like a wall. His subconscious released
Lloyd’s climax from its cage, and the two let out a cry that filled the forest
with the same lust they had just experienced. Mithos came violently into
Lloyd’s ass, his seed spilling into the anal cavity and filling it with
blissful warmth while Lloyd’s member spilled it’s seed onto his face and chest,
painting Lloyd in his cum as he felt himself losing his grip to the waves of
passion that swallowed the two whole, drowning them in an ocean of raw lust.
Lloyd was on the brink of passing out as he felt the orgasm subside, and shuddered
as Mithos pulled his dick out of his ass.
Panting
heavily as he tried to take in breath again, Lloyd felt Mithos collapse on top
of his cum covered chest, coming face to face with his lover one last time.
Slowly, Mithos released the tightened shirt from around his wrists, freeing the
brunette’s hands from bondage. Lloyd’s arms wrapped around his lover’s body and
Mithos’ followed suit as the two kissed one last time before falling to sleep
in each other’s arms.
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A/N: …I
really have no clue what to say here…Um…hope you enjoyed it. Possibly more down
the line? –Shrugs- Who knows. Guess that depends on whether or not the general
masses want more of Mithos screwing Lloyd brainless. I am but an author, a
humble person who feeds off the support of his fans. Hopefully I made Mithos
look as evil as I intended to, but at the same time made him look almost…geez,
I dunno the word. Careful maybe? Didn’t want this to be non-con, but it kinda
looks a bit like it. I don’t think it was too bad for my first lemon myself,
but I suppose any sort of statement like that is up to the readers now. Well,
peace!
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