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, eyes closed, shivered involuntarily at the combination of Yuan's hot kisses and Kratos' fingers on his skin. He pulled away from the redhead, laughing lightly and gave Yuan a approving look fired with lust. He sat down then, legs spread slightly as to make him look wanton but not obscenely so, while he let his arms support him behind him.

He smirked, eyes gleaming, and then removed his shirt. He ran let his hand slide through his front, emphasizing his slender frame and then began picking at the bandages, intent on removing them. While he did so, he closed his eyes, using his mana to heal whatever scarring was left. It would not do to appear so imperfectly before his husbands.

Kratos leaned forward, pressing a kiss to one bared shoulder as he wrapped one arm around Mithos' newly healed midsection. It felt good to see his younger husband 'whole' again, without that ugly reminder of where he had failed still wrapped around him.

Yuan shifted forward, up onto his knees as Mithos leaned back. His hands were forced to move, falling to the boy's ankles, eyes dark as he watched the angel remove first shirt, then bandages. His eyes flashed briefly, remembering the attack, how close it had been, and something possessive danced across his face.

Kratos leaned for their lover's shoulder, but Yuan leaned to the places on his torso freshly uncovered. He repeated the kisses, slowing them down, licking along where scars would have been had magic not been involved. His hands stroked up along the outsides of the angel's thighs, bracing on the bed on either side of his hips to balance.

Yggdrasill said nothing, merely took in his husbands' ministrations with an amused, but immensely calm and unaffected, smile. He motioned for them to stop, and gave each a kiss on the lips before ordering simply.

"Strip."

Blinking at the order, Kratos raised an eyebrow, but complied. It was best to just let Mithos run the show, for now. He was always happiest when he topped, anyway.

Unlike Kratos, Yuan didn't even blink. Instead, his lips curled into a small, coy little smile, and he sat back. Pulling long strands of blue over one shoulder, he worked to obey the order, unhooking and pulling off his shirt. He cast it off the side of the bed without a second glance, then rose to his knees to do the same with his pants. His eyes moved between both Kratos and Mithos, though lingered on the red-head as more skin was revealed.

The once leader of Cruxis eyed his husbands up and down, first Kratos and then Yuan, before breaking into a pleased smirk. "Good," he said quietly and moved his hands behind him to begin tugging off his pants. He made the action as slow as possibly, letting the fabric slip slowly and, literally, reveal his creamy skin inch by inch.

Finally, once freed from the clothing article, he beckoned for both his husbands to continue.

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