tampered | 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.

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Yggdrasill chuckled condescendingly, breaking away from Kratos' kiss. "You think of yourselves too highly. He said I could lay claim on all our property. That is interesting." He smirked then and, playfully broke away from Kratos. He reached out and cupped the other half-elf's chin then and pulled him down, to his eye level, to kiss lightly and push him away.

Letting Mithos break his hold easily, Kratos tilted his head to the side. "I still don't see how you would be able to take my pancakes, though." Coming up behind the tiny blond, he easily lifted Mithos off the ground, kissing his shoulder.

Yuan leaned into the kiss compliantly, fingers curling into the belt of the shorter seraphim's pants. The grip loosed with the push, though, and he took a single step backwards as Kratos lifted the blonde from the floor. Still, now that Mithos wasn't up and leaving with words of divorce angry on his lips, Yuan had relaxed a little.

Smiling privately, subtly affectionate, he started walking backwards towards the bedroom. Both hands lifted to pull the ribbon from his hair, releasing blue tresses to fan lightly passed his shoulders.

Yggdrasill sneered, but didn't say anything witty in response to Kratos' words. He was sure, anyway, that if he tried, he would definitely master cooking eventually. He just needed time. And though he was living in this city on borrowed time, one didn't exactly need a thousand years to master the art of pancake-making.

"Are we going to bed?" he asked, though he wasn't really expecting an answer.

Grinning barely against Mithos' neck, Kratos hefted the boy higher in his arms, one under his thighs and the other around his waist. Once he was sure that the boy was in no danger of getting dropped, he followed his husband to the bed.

"Yes, we're going to bed," he murmured, lips moving over the nape of Mithos' neck.

Yuan only turned his back to his partners once he saw Kratos follow with the angel snug in his arms. He shed his ever-present cloak, folded over the back of the chair near the door, and ran one hand through the straight of his hair. At the foot of the bed he stopped, facing the others once again as he sat down to heel-toe off his boots. His face lifted then, looking up to watch his husbands approach through dark eyelashes, the picture of patience.

Once they were at the bed, Yggdrasill signaled for Kratos to stop. He entangled himself from the redhead's hold and climbed down onto the bed, where he reached for his other husband, small, slender fingers trailing across the half-elf's lips and face. He grinned, suddenly, amused by the look on Yuan's face."Like a female," he said with a sneer before parting Yuan's lips with his index finger and allowing his husband to suck it.

Sliding onto the bed, Kratos reached down to unlace his boots. For once, he was glad he had dressed simply today. It was easier to undress without armour and a sword in your way. Eyes slid over to watch Mithos and Yuan, curious to how his husband would react.

Yuan's eyes flashed briefly, but somehow there was no real venom behind it. He had nearly expected it, or something like it, from the pale-haired boy. Usually, the sneer in his voice could set Yuan off into an indignant huff, or sharpen his attitude defiantly and give him a sharp tongue-- but within the bedroom walls.

Blue darkened, and with the pressure, his lips willingly parted, only to close once again around the slender digit. He made no move to grab for Mithos, instead keeping his gaze on the angel's face, applying slow, firm suction to the finger pressed to his tongue.

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