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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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As Mithos stepped away, Yuan's fingers slid from the golden silk of his hair. He didn't reach after the other, instead curling his fingers into a loose fist, it held inches from his sternum as if unsure where it should go. He made no move to follow, instead shifting his weight and watching quietly as Kratos folded his shorter husband into an embrace. If Mithos was cautious, then Yuan was in another category all together with his own hesitation.

The warmth of Kratos' body pressed against his made him feel odd in the stomach. Like butterflies were fluttering in it. Yggdrasill wasn't one for flowery descriptions and the like, but... sometimes, he let it slip. Like now.

He closed his eyes and pressed his head onto Kratos' shoulder. He hated being stuck in his boyish form at times like this. He disliked being powerless. But right now, still somewhat weak, he didn't mind. Still, however, he kept his face void of any emotion.

He mumbled, "This isn't going to fix us, you realize."

Resting his cheek atop Mithos' head, Kratos let his eyes slide half-closed, already feeling that much better. He'd never admit it, but having the Angel with him was soothing, at least when they didn't argue.

His eyes ended up resting on his other lover, and he focused sharply on him. Yuan had always been shy about things, after all. Silently motioning with his hand, he becKoned the Renegade closer.

The loose fist tightened as those eyes locked hard to him. He paused a moment longer, and then the hand fell and he moved slowly after, the same path Mithos had taken moments before. Fingers uncurling, he reached out for the hand Kratos had gestured with, the other flattening gently to the space between Mithos' shoulderblades. Mithos was probably right, it might not fix them-- but it could be a first step.

Yggdrasill murmured, waiting for what would happen. He was going to let them show him how much they wanted him to stay. He was sure he didn't need to say anything.

As far as he was concerned, this relationship was hopeless. But perhaps, they could change his opinion.

Perhaps.

Pressing another kiss, this one on Mithos' forehead, Kratos closed his eyes. It felt good, to be with his lovers like this. Made it all come into focus.

Fingers closed tight around Yuan's hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

Although it was a small movement, it gave Yuan the encouragement he needed. He laced his fingers through Kratos', keeping a firm grip on his hand as he slotted up behind Mithos, petting his pale hair over one shoulder to nuzzle the back of his neck tenderly.

Yggdrasill's shivered slightly at the action, but kept quiet. He opened his eyes and met Kratos' silently, small fingers clutching at the redhead seraphim's sides.

Looking at the tiny, injured blond, Kratos had to keep the anger from boiling up again. They'd nearly lost him, the other day.

Pressing a warm kiss over full lips, the redhead trailed his fingers down and down Mithos' sides. Gentle now, he reminded himself.

Cobalt flickered passed the slender shoulder in front of him, almost feeling the surge of anger that went through his husband. He winced a little, turned his face into the soft place behind Mithos' ear. The thought of death. Of either of them... He squeezed Kratos' hand, as if offering strength, as he pressed against Mithos' back, stroking his fingers through his hair once more before smoothing down his arm. He inhaled slowly and felt something in his stomach unravel, some of his tension ease.

"Are you two thinking about you tried to kill yourselves saving me...?" Yggdrasill questioned nonchalantly, sensing the tension between the two. "It's over with. If you're going to try and please me, brooding won't do it."

Letting a tiny smile show at Mithos' perceptiveness, Kratos kissed him again. Slowly, he let the tension drained out of his shoulders, relaxing against him.

His own smile was wry, and curved against the smaller angel's smooth skin. His eyes slid shut, lashes dusting his husband's neck, and he kissed his way from ear to shoulder. The hand on his arm retreated, palm flattening instead, gently, to Mithos' sternum, holding him close. The hand gripping Kratos' coming to rest-- still joined-- on the blonde seraphim's hip.

"That's better," Yggdrasill said quietly, in a tone that was more amused than relieved.

"We really don't have much time, you know? If this goes any slower, I might just decide some time with my new lawyer is time better spent."

"Ha ha." Lips still hovered over the blonde's, pressing forward again for a second, deeper kiss. Hands that had rested on his sides slid down and under the thin layer of Mithos' top, skirting over bare skin and bandages.

He knew (hoped?) Mithos was kidding, but nevertheless, he moved with them. His hand lifted, freeing Kratos', but skirting down his arm when the other angel smoothed his hand over Mithos. A moment later both hands dropped, settling to trace a caress beneath the bandages of Mithos' naval, teasing the skin between pants and fabric before settling at the ties of his trousers.

"We're more interesting than he is," Yuan murmured, Once more he nuzzled to the angel's shoulder before placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the smooth skin there.

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.

Yggdrasill licked his lips, tilted his chin upwards and glanced down Yuan like a pleased master would to his obedient pet. He began moving his finger slowly, in and out of his husband mouth, mimicking something else entirely, while he kept his eyes on the other's. After a while, he stretched forth his other hand, motioning for Kratos to come closer.

Kratos easily slid up behind the petite blond, arms wrapping around his waist firmly. Eyes trained on the finger as he slid his sword-roughened hands under the thin material of Mithos' shirt, stroking his bandaged stomach lovingly.

A small noise lit in Yuan's throat, but after a moment his eyes fluttered, as if trying to decide whether to close or not. He lifted forward just slightly, sucked a little harder as the bed pressed with Kratos' weight. He shivered and his hands came up, pausing at Mithos' knees before sliding up the front of his thighs, curving to the crease between hip and thigh.

Yggdrasill slipped his finger out of Yuan's mouth. He brought it to his own lips then and sucked lightly at it before leaning forward and capturing the older half-elf's lips in a deep kiss. He broke away once it became heated, and reached for Kratos', bringing the once-human seraphim to his level and kissing him while Yuan's taste still remained on his lips.

Accepting the kiss, Kratos let his tongue run over Mithos' lower lip before pressing back fully. With his mouth occupied his fingers ran higher, palms flat against the seemingly frail chest as he stroked in slow circles.

Yuan opened to the kiss, leaning into it, and left panting when Mithos turned away. He licked his lips, watching the heated exchange between the other two for a moment before letting his gaze wander. Krato's hands had pushed up the boy's shirt, and leaving pale skin and bandages directly at Yuan's eye level. He leaned in, thumbs tracing the line of his trousers, and nuzzled gently against his belly. Nuzzling quickly turned to kisses, though, hot and open-mouthed, leaving warm spots across both skin and fabric.

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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