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Title: Forget – Desire

Author: Marika

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Kratos/Mithos hinted Kratos/Yuan

Type: Hour gift-fic for Wayfarer. Sorry for pissing you off earlier. ^^;;

Spoilers: Aplenty!

Warnings: Yaaaaaoi.

Summary: Mithos bitches. Kratos helps.

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Hi! It’s me, the author. Not Kratos. For your viewing pleasure today we’ll hear the tale from THIRD PERSON! Yes, I know, this is truly a miracle. Ahem. I summon thee!!! Omniscient being so-and-so!

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It began long ago. Somewhere around the third millennia Kratos and Yuan were forced to live together. With Mithos.

Now, when one lives for ages, and has for the most part lost concept of space, time, and any sort of real reality, as opposed to fake reality, one begins to lose it a little. Add Yuan and Mithos to that picture, and …. well, use your imagination.

Oh, you can’t? Too lazy? Well here, let me use mine for you.

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“Damn it Kratos!! Where’d you put the hairgel!” Mithos yelled from the bathroom.

“I didn’t touch it.” Kratos responded calmly, flipping the channels on the nearby television.

“Ha! Right, then who may I ask did?”

“Yuan.”

To this, Mithos stumbled out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel, his hair a frizzy mess, and pointed an accusing finger at Kratos. “LIKE I’M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT?!!”

“Don’t lose your temper Mithos. We all know what happened the last time you did.” Kratos yawned, shifting in his seat, and switched the channel again. “Damn reality TV shows…”

“Oh, so now I’m the one at fault here?” Mithos folded his arms. “Well let’s just compare something for a minute… YUAN!!! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!!!”

A groggy Yuan entered the room. Groggy for a number of reasons. Most of them having something to do with Kratos. “Okey! Quit yer bloomin’ whinin’! It’s givin’ me a bloody headache!”

Mithos arched an eyebrow, wondering when Yuan had started speaking like a reject from Braveheart. “Whatever. Just get over here and sit on the couch next to Kratos.”

“Suit yerself.” Yuan sat on the couch, leaned against Kratos’s shoulder, and promptly fell asleep.

Thankfully, Mithos either didn’t seem to notice, or didn’t care.

“Ok Kratos. Now compare….” Mithos touched Yuan’s soft blue hair, making the half-elf moan quietly but happily. “Nice soft Yuan-hair….” Then he touched Kratos’s deathly-spikes-from-hell. “Deathly-spikes-from-hell!”

“Your point is?” Kratos yawned, flipping the channel again. “Haha. Oh wait. I’ve seen this one already.” He clicked again.

“My point?! My point?!!!!” Mithos marched in front of Kratos, who leaned a little to the side so he could see the television around the half-elf. “You’re not listening to me are you?”

“Yuan-hair…. Deathly-spikes-from-hell….” Kratos mumbled, frowning and clicking the channel again.

“That’s it! I refuse to take this abuse any longer!” With one swift movement, Mithos dove like a marvelous kingfisher and plucked the remote control from Kratos’s hands. “It’s my turn to use the remote control!”

“…..okay.” Kratos waited for Mithos to settle down a little bit on the couch.

Like an angry being, he madly clicked the remote control, making absolutely no sense at all as he muttered incoherently. Finally, he settled on a nice soap-opera, quieting down immensely. Until… “NO MARLENA!!! Don’t do it!!!!! He’s CHEATING on you!!!!”

“There there. There there.” Kratos pat Mithos’s head, entwining his fingers in the soft blonde hair, as the elf bawled on his shoulder.

Silence filled the room, only the occasional snore from Yuan and the television’s chant “these are the Days of Our Lives…” could be heard.

Finally, Mithos looked up. “Kratos… can we do it?”

Kratos arched an eyebrow. “Do what? I already did the laundry yesterday.”

“No no, not the laundry. Do me.”

“What about you?” Kratos smoothed the half-elf’s hair down, working out the frizzy bits. “Your hair just needs a little water and…”

“No!…I umm… I mean, you know… what you and Yuan do…” Mithos murmured.

“Drink? Yes, we do that a lot…”

“Kratos! Stop being an imbecile!” He shouted.

Kratos stopped.

Mithos was shocked. “I mean what you do after you drink.”

“Sleep? Wake up all groggy? Speak with strange accents?”

“No, no, and no!” Realizing that either Kratos was being immensely dumb, or immensely stubborn, Mithos leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. “I meant that.”

Enlightenment. “Ah, that.” The dark haired swordsman gently plucked Yuan off his shoulder and leaned him on the arm of the couch, smiling as Yuan murmured something about him in a peaceful Scottish accent. Then he turned to Mithos and brushed away a few of his wayward strands of hair, kissing his cheek softly. “It’s been a while since we’ve done that. You’ve been too busy acting like a girl.”

“Kratos.” Mithos said in a warning tone.

“Tracking like a squirrel?”

“Wha-?” Before Mithos could say anything more, Kratos had grasped him tightly around the waist, kissing his lips softly but soulfully. Slowly, he moved them both down, laying Mithos gently onto the rug on the ground. “Sorry Mithos, but if we stay on the couch, Yuan…”

“Forget about him. Let’s get back to …” Again, Kratos didn’t let Mithos finish. His lips were again covered, Kratos’s larger hands rubbing the soft skin on his arms and shoulders, caressing his collar bone before sliding under the towel.

With little effort, Kratos slid the loose fabric off, kissing his chest and abdomen. He devoted a minute or two to each of Mithos’s nipples, licking and teasing them just enough to make the elf shiver with pleasure. Noticing that the elf’s sex had been awakened during all of this, he lightly touched the hardened flesh, not giving him nearly enough to do anything.

“Kratos! Why are you being such a… tease?”

“Because you deserve it.” Knowing that he was probably the only person in the world that could get away with saying that to Mithos, Kratos continued to tease the elf’s sensitive skin, licking his navel and the light golden trail that led lower.

Mithos’s eyes sprung open as Kratos fixed his mouth onto his member. “Yes Kratos! Just… just like that! Oh please….”

At this point, Kratos could have done a number of things. Were it Yuan, he would immediately have ignored the request and continued teasing. However, it had been a long while since he had a good bout with Mithos, and the elf seemed to really be enjoying himself.

And he had a hangover. A really really terrible one.

“As you wish.” He copied the cheesy line he had just heard from The Princess Bride, and began to suck and lick Mithos’s need even more. Was he aroused from this? Undeniably so. But Kratos had a feeling that if he wanted to take Mithos, he would need something else.

“Mmm… nnn…. Kratos….” Mithos panted, clenching the frayed ends of the rug below him as he staved off for a while, trying to enjoy this as much as he possibly could. Suddenly, he felt something cold slip within him. “Kratos!”

“Don’t worry Mithos.” Kratos said patiently, working his lubricated fingers inside the elf. “I won’t do anything until you are ready.”

“Ok, I’m ready. How many times have we gone over this?” Mithos said impatiently, upset that he was being made to wait for his release.

“Suit yourself.” Without another word, Kratos did his thing and was quickly naked. Really, even Mithos had to wonder just how often he did it with Yuan.

Before Mithos could think about that any more, something much larger than Kratos’s fingers entered him, making him clutch the rug even tighter. “Damn it Kratos! You never get any smaller!”

“Thank you?” Kratos replied somewhat uncertainly.

“Whatever, just do it! Go!”

Not being one to wait on this sort of thing, Kratos started moving, holding the half-elf’s small frame to him as he did. How he wished that this hangover would go away. Maybe if he kept this up, it would.

“Unn… Kratos…. harder…” Mithos murmured between thrusts, already moving to Kratos’s rhythm a little himself.

With a nod, Kratos did as he was told, kissing Mithos’s neck and jaw too. Reaching down, he grabbed Mithos’s sex, pumping it to their rhythm.

“Hannm… nn… Kratos!” Mithos screamed, coming onto himself and Kratos.

Taking Mithos’s release as an ‘it’s ok to come’ sign, he sped up for a few seconds more and released himself in the blonde half-elf.

Mithos thought absolutely nothing of it when he felt his seed slide down his side and onto the rug. He’d make Yuan clean it later. “Kratos…. thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Kratos responded very diplomatically, removing himself from the elf and laying by his side. With any luck, he’d fall asleep and then the hang over would go away.

Silence ensued for a little longer. Yuan snored. The TV started playing some jingle about McDonalds. Then…

“Kratos…. that was wonderful but… what did you use for lube?” Mithos inquired, glancing over at his friend.

Kratos coughed. “Ahem! Umm, yes, that. Well…” With a smirk, he pulled out a mostly-used bottle of hair gel from under the couch. “You might want to go take another shower soon.”
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