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Title: Forget

Author: Marika

Rating: NC-17

Warning: YAOI!!!! Don’t read this if you don’t like guy/guy action. ^_~

Pairing: Kratos/Yuan

Type: Gift-fic for Wayfarer! Thanks for the apron idea… :)

Spoilers: Yes. Many. Don’t read if you haven’t finished the game.

Summary: It’s a PWP… who needs a summary?

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Before I met Yuan, I didn’t even know that elves could drink. Or get drunk.

“Kratos! Come… come ride the panda…” Yuan beaconed from his perch on the couch. I had to admit that he looked down right sexy wearing nothing but the ridiculous pink apron he had decided to wear to the party.

Yes, you heard me right. I don’t know how he did it, but somehow he had thrown a huge party in the most unlikely of places. Partying in the holy ground of Kharlan meant an extremely upset Mithos later. Hell yeah.

“Rock the house! Rock the house!!” He was running around now doing… something. Something resembling a cross between the chicken dance and Madame Butterfly’s last flight.

At least it seemed like everyone else was having a good time… whoever they were. Where had all these people come from? “Yuan… who are all these people? And why are there random pieces of furniture laying around?”

Yuan stopped his graceful flight in front of me. “Oh, I borrowed Luin for a little bit.” Deciding not to give me any better answer, he ran off to play leapfrog (I think?) with one of the ‘guests.’

I sighed. This was going to be a long night indeed.

Five martinis later, Yuan had convinced me to mingle a little bit. Not that there were many people who felt like doing anything more than turning the holy ground into a regular love-shack.

The happily-drunk half-elf was hanging off my elbow now, his apron half untied in the back already, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I tried my best to ignore that… really I did. “Yuan… where is Mithos? You know he’s not going to…”

“No no. No no no Kratos……...” I waited for a while. A really long while. I’d like to say he had a good answer, but he didn’t. “….it’s ok.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s ok?’” I sighed, feathering my fingers through my hair, as had become habit whenever Yuan did something like this.

“Mithos passed out already… he’s over there.” Lazily, Yuan waved in a random direction and ran off again to do god knows what.

Cautiously, I walked in the direction that Yuan had indicated. A hideous green couch had been upturned so that it resembled a makeshift tent. Peeking under the couch, I was shocked to find that Yuan was actually right! “Mithos… are you ok?” Carefully, I brushed aside a few strands of golden hair that had fallen in front of his delicate face.

“Nnn… Yuan… you’re fired…” Mithos mumbled, slapping at my hand.

Gone. That’s the only word I had for him. Shaking my head, I didn’t have a chance to get up before someone pounced on me! “TAG! You’re it!” Giggling like a school-girl, Yuan laughed, getting up to run away again.

Before he could run away, I grabbed the mischievous elf by the wrist and pulled him back. “Yuan, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth. Ok?”

“Ok.” He said, saluting me with his other hand.

Another sigh. “Did you get Mithos really drunk and throw him under this couch?”

“………..noooooo……” He shook his head. Liar.

“Yuan!” I hissed, glancing towards Mithos once more to make sure he was still sleeping. Even so, I pulled Yuan across the room and threw him onto an unoccupied couch, speaking in a reprimanding tone. “Don’t you know how dangerous Mithos is?!”

“He’s dangerous?” Yuan glanced at me with innocent eyes. He couldn’t be that much of an idiot. Well…. he was drunk…

“Why do you think Luin is called Luin, the city of ruin?! Don’t you remember what happened the last time you ‘borrowed’ the people from Luin for a party?”

He looked so crestfallen that I almost felt bad for reprimanding him. “He… he wasn’t very happy?”

“No, he wasn’t. And what did he do?”

Rather than respond to the question, he glanced down sadly. “I’ll put them back…” Raising his hand, he summoned forth some magic that I didn’t know he had in his hand. In a flash of white light, all the people and furniture, save for the couches covering Mithos and the one Yuan was sitting on, were gone.

He was on the verge of tears. Fuck me. “Yuan… Yuan no…. don’t cry…” Too late. I sat down next to the sobbing elf, embracing him around the shoulders and placing my head on his. “I’m sorry I yelled at you…” Damn. I felt like a father. That was a scary thought.

“Mithos was in such a bad mood… but when I brought everybody here, he seemed happier…” Yuan continued to sob, throwing his arms around me now. I would have felt sorry for him, but he always became like this when he had a few drinks too many. “...because, both of us were thinking about her… Martel…”

Oh no… things could only go down from here. Even thirty years later, Yuan still became a love-sick and hopelessly spurned romantic whenever Martel was mentioned. Even when he wasn’t drunk. My only hope was to distract him from the thought, like usual. Softly, I began to run my fingers through his long aqua hair. “Yuan… don’t worry about Martel… she’s in a better place…” If only I really believed that.

Still, the thought seemed to calm Yuan down a little bit, though he still clung to me like a scared pre-schooler on his first day of class.

“I know you loved her, Yuan…” Softly, I kissed his forehead, pulling his lithe frame closer to me. Gently, I caressed his bare back, slowly circling the soft skin. “…but who else do you love?”

“Kratos…” He murmured, bending to my will again, as he had done so many times before. This certainly wasn’t new to either of us… though the apron made him cuter.

“Let me help you…” I breathed into his ear, my hands feeling the graceful curves that you would never know he had unless he took those stuffy clothes he usually wore off. “…forget again.”

He slid easily onto my lap, holding the back of my clothing tightly with both of his hands as he eagerly pressed his early arousal into my stomach. “Thank you… Kratos…” Leaning in, he caught my lips in a chaste kiss.

Elves were so easily aroused. I noted this as I took his member in my hand, thumbing and circling the tip of his sex, coaxing him to a full arousal. As he trembled sweetly in my arms, gripping my back tighter for support, I murmured again. “That’s right… just forget…”

Somewhere along the line, the tie in his hair had fallen out, letting his long aqua strands splay beautifully as he arched back, pressing himself closer to me. “Please Kratos…” His right hand left my back to shakily cup my cheek. Leaning in for a deep kiss, he made his need known. He tasted sweet as usual, with more than a hint of some sort of apple flavoring… must have been whatever he was drinking.

Here is where the fun really started. Should I be kind to him, or make him earn the blissful reprieve from his memories? He never saw the light smirk on my lips as my tongue invaded his mouth, eager to explore the half-elf’s familiar territory. Grasping his fine aqua hair behind his head, I held him close for a few moments more before suddenly breaking the kiss. He looked a bit confused, but that did not last very long. “You know the protocol…”

Nodding, his smirk mimicked mine, and his hands skillfully removed my upper clothing, his hot mouth trailing sloppy kisses down my chest. Usually he was better at this, but given his current condition, I couldn’t blame him. He stood up while those same skillful hands removed the rest of my clothing.

Before he could sit back down on my lap, I held a hand to his aproned chest, earning yet another confused glance from him. He had to stop drinking… “Yuan… you can do more than that.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command. As if sealing a pact, I pushed him down to his knees on the ground, leaning over to kiss him once again.

Understanding lit his eyes once more when my lips left his. “Kratos… you’re such a bastard…” He murmured, but began to trail sloppy kisses down my abdomen again, his hands tracing patterns down my thighs as his warm wet mouth moved lower and lower.

I wouldn’t allow my eyelids to flutter shut as they had in the past. This time I wanted to watch as he took me into his mouth. “Unn…. Yuan…” Lightly massaging his scalp, I grunted, always amazed at his ... abilities. After all this time, the half-elf had become really good at his trade, something he would never admit to anyone.

After a few minutes, he looked up again, reaching for the wisps of unruly red-ish brown hair that adorned my head. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The need in his eyes pleaded for him.

There was no need for him to suffer any more; I was to comfort him after all, wasn’t I? “Come here Yuan…” I helped him onto the couch again, gently placing him on his back. Laying atop him, our mouths met again, caught in the same desperately passionate dance. Thankfully it didn’t resemble in the least whatever he had been dancing earlier.

He bucked his hips upwards, pressing our arousals together, moaning as his eyes fell half-lidded. One thing bothered me though; that damned apron was still in the way.

Lifting the apron up so that our hot hard flesh could really touch, Yuan cried out, begging in moans for more. Not being one to deny him without reason, I broke our kiss, glad to see that he wasn’t confused when I placed two of my fingers in his mouth.

He was just full of saliva today. At least, that’s the way it seemed as he licked my fingers (thankfully I’d taken the gloves off already) as if they were cherry-flavored popsicles. Don’t ask where that analogy came from. You don’t want to know.

Yuan’s deep blue-green eyes fluttered open, then shut when I traced his hidden entrance twice and pressed those very same fingers into him. One at a time, of course. I’m not that much of a monster. His mewls urged me further, until I found the place that I was certain would wipe his memory clean of anything… for a while.

“Aaah!!! Aaunnn!! Kratos!!!” Damn, the elf was even louder inebriated! Kissing him hard, I nipped at his lips to keep him quieter as my fingers scissored inside him, mercilessly teasing his hot spot.

He was close. The wild bucking of his hips against mine told me that. Smirking again, I removed my fingers from him and murmured again, “Are you ready, Yuan?” Really it was more of a courtesy than anything else. He was more than ready, of this I was certain.

Fervently, he nodded, lifting himself in position so that I was already at his entrance. Smart elf.

Not missing a beat, I thrust into him, watching his delicate body as he gracefully arched into the movement. To say it was nice to claim Yuan would be a devastating understatement. His warmth was always tight and inviting, and his lust-filled cries could make the straightest of men blush. After catching us in the act once, even Mithos couldn’t resist his wondrous dance of passion.

“H-Harder!!” It was about the only thing he ever said whenever we had sex, but that didn’t matter to me. I was happy to oblige.

Yuan’s cheeks flushed even more, and not just from the alcohol. Slowly, we moved together quicker and quicker, nestled tightly in each others arms. Panting heavier and quicker, his voice caught in a loud cry of lust, riding wave after wave of his orgasm as it flung itself upon him. Finally! Leaning down to nip his lips again, I claimed him as mine for the night, releasing myself into the exhausted half-elf.

Removing myself from him, I leaned down to lick his weeping erection and stomach clean. Yuan’s seed tasted sweet and wonderful… it always did. Though I knew he was on the brink of entering the dream-world, he giggled softly. Ah, blackmail for tomorrow.

The aqua-haired elf curled up beside me as I laid down next to him on the couch, gently running my fingers through his tresses. I would almost have been disappointed that it was over already, but I knew that this would happen again. The “treatment” wouldn’t last, and probably within a week, he would come crying to my doorstep again. How fortunate I was!

I felt sorry for him, though. We had all been close to Martel, but not even Mithos was as close to her as Yuan. Perhaps next time I wouldn’t make him work for his release. Perhaps.

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Marika’s Notepad

Part 2 of many more to come! Yes, you heard me right, part 2. Where is part 1? Good question… ^^;;;
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