http://daddyhaswings.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
daddyhaswings.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2006-12-06 01:07 am
daddyhaswings.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-12-06 01:07 am
Log (ongoing)
When; Family Day
Rating; Most likely R?
Characters; Kratos, Mithos, and Yuan
Summary; Kratos tries to patch things up between his 'family'.
Log;
Kratos, for all intends and purposes, needed a drink. A long, dark drink of something STRONG. After today, he thinks he deserves to get good and smashed. But, for now, he decides that getting laid and smoothing things out will do. Damn him and his pesky conscience, it always got in the way.
Turning to the cause of most of this aggravation, the redhead couldn't keep his grump going for long. Mithos was just too cute when he pouted at him like that. Even WITH the threat of immediate death it came attached with. He was used to them, after all. "Come over here?"
Hesitation was written all over Mithos face as he eyed his husband. He remain unmoving for a few moments, in thought it seemed, before sneering and finally, slowly walking towards the redhead. His movements were slow and once in a while, he would rub at his mid-section, reminding his husband of the still-healing wounds beneath his thin clothing. Mithos, no Yggdrasill (though he was still too weak to change forms), still thought Kratos and Yuan were idiots for risking their lives to save him. Idiots.
Yggdrasill stopped in front of Kratos and folded his arms impatiently. "Kratos," he said simply.
Instantly, Kratos reached out, fingers sliding gently over and around his husband's lean middle, pulling him closer. He pressed a light kiss to the top of Mithos' head, feeling his breath ruffle the fine blond strands. All the while he mentally reminded himself to be gentle; he didn't want to hurt him.
Rating; Most likely R?
Characters; Kratos, Mithos, and Yuan
Summary; Kratos tries to patch things up between his 'family'.
Log;
Kratos, for all intends and purposes, needed a drink. A long, dark drink of something STRONG. After today, he thinks he deserves to get good and smashed. But, for now, he decides that getting laid and smoothing things out will do. Damn him and his pesky conscience, it always got in the way.
Turning to the cause of most of this aggravation, the redhead couldn't keep his grump going for long. Mithos was just too cute when he pouted at him like that. Even WITH the threat of immediate death it came attached with. He was used to them, after all. "Come over here?"
Hesitation was written all over Mithos face as he eyed his husband. He remain unmoving for a few moments, in thought it seemed, before sneering and finally, slowly walking towards the redhead. His movements were slow and once in a while, he would rub at his mid-section, reminding his husband of the still-healing wounds beneath his thin clothing. Mithos, no Yggdrasill (though he was still too weak to change forms), still thought Kratos and Yuan were idiots for risking their lives to save him. Idiots.
Yggdrasill stopped in front of Kratos and folded his arms impatiently. "Kratos," he said simply.
Instantly, Kratos reached out, fingers sliding gently over and around his husband's lean middle, pulling him closer. He pressed a light kiss to the top of Mithos' head, feeling his breath ruffle the fine blond strands. All the while he mentally reminded himself to be gentle; he didn't want to hurt him.