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Forget – Despair Authors: Marika and Wayfarer Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Yuan/Mithos Warning: Yaoi madness. ^__^ Yell! Summary: Yuan and Mithos both want to forget the tragic past about Martel. However, Kratos has his own plans. “Dude, we’ve gotta figure out something to do with all our free time.” Yuan mumbled, reclining in a comfortable hammock that he had purchased at the local Renaissance faire. Kratos concurred. “I concur.” Kratos concurred concurringly. Suddenly, Mithos ran into the room screaming bloody murder. “Bloody murder!! Bloody murder!!!!” They both looked at him sorrowfully. “A boy can’t play that game on his own, he’s got to have some friends.” Mithos was hurt. He felt scorned and mocked, as if his sadness could never be enunciated to the world. “See here, I don’t appreciate talk like that. I’d almost feel as if you didn’t know I’m exactly 3478 years old.” Yuan looked at Kratos. Kratos look at Yuan. “He keeps count?” Yuan rolled his eyes. “Lookie here Yggie, things just don’t matter like that anymore. I don’t remember how old I am. Kratos probably doesn’t either.” “3480.” Kratos pronounced clearly. Perhaps falsely, Yuan wouldn’t know the difference. He was really bad with numbers. “Ehhh.. yeah. Well anyway. If you’re gonna run around screaming bloody murder, you’d better have a bloody good reason.” Yuan put a hand to his chin in contemplation, trying to think up the best possible reason that he could. He had to convince Mithos of this point, he just had to, otherwise all of his hard work these last 3479 years would have been in vain. “Like murder.” Mithos coughed. “Well, FYI, I happen to have a REALLY good reason!” Kratos waited. He was really patient when he had to be. Dealing with these two, he often had to be. Yuan however was not as patient. “Well?” “They were mean to me.” Mithos pouted. “They who?” Yuan asked. “The voices in my head…. And those kids outside.” Mithos put his head in his hands, sobbing profusely. “They said I looked like a silly boy. And a girl.” “There there, Yggie, it’s ok.” Yuan said, placing an arm around his shoulder. “I’m sure those kids will learn their lesson one day.” “No they won’t, you see that’s the problem. They won’t have a day to learn them!” Yggie said, looking away nervously. “I just killed them. You know, Judgment and all that.” Kratos got up and walked away. He didn’t need to hear this today. He already had an awful hangover, like usual after a night with Yuan. That was the end of him for this story, but that’s not important so I won’t talk about it anymore. Yuan, meanwhile, blanched, taken aback a little bit. Just a bit. In fact, not all that much. In the end he only misplaced one hair, which Kratos found later anyway. Just what Kratos did with that hair we’ll leave up to the reader’s imaginations. In any event, Yuan found himself threading his fingers through Mithos’s fine golden strands of hair, trying to soothe the paranoid boy’s conscience. The boy was now a murderer, after all. What could he really do? “Say Mithos, wanna have sex?” “WHAT?!!!” Mithos looked up, astonished. “So soon after I did it with Kratos?!..... and you too?!!” Yuan shrugged. “Sure, why not. Works for Kratos every time he’s depressed.” “You are the bluntest person I know, next to Kratos.” Mithos stated. “OK, but what are we gonna do about lube?” “You and the lube. Leave it up to me.” Yuan rolled his eyes, patting Mithos on the cheek as the world teetered on the brink of chaos. Or at least, his world did. In another time zone, it really mattered. Yuan ran off to get it, and Mithos sat on the couch and waited. Yuan took his time getting it, so Mithos decided he may as well start stripping. He got down to the pants when Yuan finally reentered the room, face a bit flustered and wearing the cute little nightie that Mithos liked so much. Always fixed him up when the boy was in a mood. Mithos whistled. “Hey, you’re wearing that thing I like so much. You know how to make me happy, Yuan…” Yuan rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I certainly try to, babe.” He posed, allowing his long, midnight locks to drift over his shoulders seductively, looking at Mithos with bedroom eyes. Nevermind they were in the sitting room in front of the TV. How a TV got there, no one shall ever know. Except Kratos, who had ordered it from the local Walmart last Tuesday. “Yuan…” Mithos whispered as the blue-haired angel descended upon him. He smiled, reaching up to grasp Yuan’s shoulders when they kissed. Yuan did most of the work, of course, (since Mithos insisted he shouldn’t have to) and began to rub his hands over Mithos’ back when his lips found the crook of the blonde’s neck. “….Mmm, Yuan…?” “Yes?” Yuan looked up curiously. “….Hurry up and get to the point.” Yuan grumbled. “Hmph. Yes, master,” he muffled into Mithos’ abdomen, pulling down the boy’s tight pants and grasping the point in his hands, rather effectively shutting Mithos up. Mithos was easily aroused, it seemed. Yuan… well, he was well loved for a reason. The blonde was manhandled for just long enough to leave him a mite breathless, so Yuan merely pressed their bodies together teasingly. His gown-clad hips rocked against Mithos’ pressing need, lips locked and hands grasping at whatever they could hold. “C… Come on, Yuan,” Mithos shuddered. “Just do it. Come on!” Mithos unashamedly opened his legs, wrapping them comfortably around Yuan’s waist. He knew the procedure. Yuan was only glad to comply. The gown was hiked up, a swishing sound as Mithos heard the lube being opened. He knew what was coming. A few cold, glistening fingers entered him from behind. They’d done this a thousand times before. …But never with the scent of almond and mint. “…Yu—yuaaan,” Mithos whined, gasping whenever Yuan found the right place. “Ahh—what is that you’re… mmm, you’re using…” “Shhh, something nice…” Mithos just agreed, not finding any adequate words when Yuan took out his fingers and plunged right inside. “Stop,” Yuan grunted into Mithos’ cheek. “Your incessant… whining..” Mithos thankfully didn’t hear him, as he was crying out Yuan’s name. Mithos came first, clamping down on Yuan as he emptied himself out over the space between their bodies. Yuan withstood only a few moments longer, when he came with a gasp and sigh. Much cooler. They sat comfortably for a few minutes, just like that. Mithos pet Yuan’s long hair, staring at the ceiling. Yuan smiled into the boy’s cheek. “…You feeling better, now?” Yuan said, shifting away and pulling down his dirty nightie. Mithos grew cold, muttering under his breath about ‘those damned kids’ as he followed Yuan, wrapping his arms around the taller man with a stark frown. “Not really.” Yuan shrugged. “…It was good, though.” Yuan sighed. “Do you need another round?.....” He didn’t sound like he wanted to, but Mithos giggled a bit. “Mhmm,” he kissed Yuan’s cheek smugly. “But next time I get to be on top.” Yuan tried to inch away, to little avail. “….I really hope you’re kidding…” Before Mithos could object, Kratos opened the door and didn’t like what he saw. He half-ran toward Yuan, grabbed something out of his hands, and took it back possessively. “I knew you’d be the one to take that… This is my best foot-lotion, Yuan! I expect you’ll be giving me a massage later to make up for it…” Kratos left the room the same way he entered, grumbling the whole way and looking at his foot lotion with disdain. Mithos grinned like a two year old with candy, snuggling up to Yuan. “Now, now??” Yuan’s eyes could not have rolled higher, trying to get away. But there was no escape from the possessive grip of Mithos Yggdrasil. He looked down at the bright-eyed blonde. At least he looked happier now. “….Oh hell, why not?” And so they did.
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