Complicated

Author's Note: Here is the first chapter of a Kraine fic I actually didn't start all that long ago. I love Kraine, and Sheelos, hell yes! I am so happy that I have this done; I'm also almost done Chapter 2. My Sheelos fic should be coming up soon -- problem is I'm not quite sure how I'm going to work that. Really quickly I'd like to explain a few things about this story as well as the ToS ones of mine to come. First comes Kraine, then Sheelos, and after that Gesea, Colloyd, an Ending, and an Explanation. They are all in one world, which is AU, in the same place with the same people. It could all be one story, but it's not. The titles are all after songs; sorry if they're dumb. Since Kratos and Raine are older, and more mature, this is rated M for -- ohmygod -- Mature. There is sex in this chappie, and in the next one. Sheena and Zelos get PG-13 for kissing and language. Gesea gets a low score, no kissing, just sweet fluff. Colette and Lloyd are just...themselves. Wow, this is long and pointless. Sorry. Getting on with it! (Please review -- I'll have more to say in the beginning of the next chapter! I swear! I have more to say now, but I gotsta shut up!)

Chapter One: The First Joining

Raine Sage moved around her hotel room at an oddly hurried and restless pace as she got herself ready for bed, although she did not feel the least bit tired. Ever since all of them have been recruited as body guards and soldiers for a very powerful, very important religious-political figure, Raine has neither been getting enough sleep nor enough rest, whether it be a small nap or the resting of one's eyes. Her mind has been unsettled and plagued by questions concerning her and Kratos' relationship – if they even have a relationship, that is.

Dressed only in a sheer white nightgown, Raine looked beautiful, especially when her blue hair and pale skin was graced with the glow of the moon. Despite the chill of the night air, she felt drawn to her balcony. Bare feet touched cold stone, but the Healer didn't seem to notice. Lost in her thoughts and the beauty of the night, she nearly forgot to breathe.

Possessing seniority, Raine had been granted one of the largest and most luxurious rooms of them all, as beautiful and comfortable as anyone could ever want. Golden ceiling, flawless walls, silk sheets and every extremity that you could imagine had been awarded her, and yet she felt as if she were trapped in a prison. She could stand lower than the low, if only...if only she had Kratos there with her.

Raine had realized that she loved the seraphim one day when all nine of them had been out. It was a nice, sunny day, and so Lloyd had suggested that all of them go for a picnic in the park, to which they all agreed. Raine was sitting in the shade, presumably reading some book on ancient runes, although her attention was directed on the others.

Regal sat in the shade as well, guarding the food and blanket. Presea stood off to the side as Genis tried to convince her to come, join the others and have some fun. Lloyd and Colette had initiated a game of team-tag against Sheena and Zelos, which wasn't working well considering the fact that Zelos is a pervert, although that turned out to be a bit of a boost for his team – especially when he provoked Sheena and her speed nearly tripled. Kratos was nowhere to be seen, a fact at the time Raine failed to perceive.

Until, that is, he spoke up from behind her. "Hello, Raine. I see that you are sitting over here all alone yet again."

The half-elf nearly jumped out of her skin due to shock. Her heart-rate sped up, and she scowled, cheeks burning up. "And I see that you are sneaking up on people yet again, Kratos," she murmured. He laughed softly, an action that sent shivers up the woman's spine.

"It is a lovely day today, isn't it," he mused distractedly, looking up and speaking softly as if to himself. Raine raised an eyebrow at the comment; it was odd, random, and if she didn't know any better it would come off as an awkward pick-up line – but Kratos is neither awkward nor about to try and pick anyone up.

The Professor decided to go along with it, closing her book and nodding. "Yes," she agreed. "It is. Why do you bring it up?"

Kratos turned and looked at her as if surprised that she was there and speaking. His lips curved into yet another sexy smile. "We hardly ever get such a beautiful day off. It's quite refreshing. Even Regal is enjoying it." Raine turned and saw that Regal, indeed, seemed happy in the shade of a large tree watching the others. Presea had finally given in to Genis' persistence, while Zelos had a black eye from Sheena's pounding of his face in.

Raine couldn't help but smile, eager for him to get to the point. "Yeah...and?"

Kratos almost looked nervous. "Well...I was wondering...would you like to walk with me? The park is quite big, and deserted today, and on days such as this it is quite a beautiful sight to see. And it would be wasteful for me to enjoy it all on my own..."

Raine closed her eyes happily thinking about the hour she had spent with Kratos, walking and talking like old friends, comfortable in one another's presence. As the most mature two of them all – most of the time – they hardly ever get a time to themselves with which to relax and goof off. Raine and Kratos laughed and enjoyed the beauty of nature, quiet, peaceful, and all alone. Listening to him talk and laugh along with her, really seeing his eyes for the first time, so deep and full of wisdom, memories and sadness that gave him depth, Raine realized that there would never come another man she would ever love. That she could ever love. No man could have her heart but the one standing before her in all his masculine beauty.

But that had been a long while ago, at least, to Raine. They had not held hands, or acted as any more than just friends. Kratos did not see her as a woman but as a comrade, and no matter how much she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything else, Raine could never have that beautiful man...The cold night air served to freeze her tears before they fell.

Her nightgown ruffled, lifting itself up to expose shapely, muscular thighs right up to round, taunt, generously proportioned buttocks and round hips. Feeling the cold, caressing fingers of the wind on her, the Professor pretending like Kratos was the one standing beside her, touching her, kissing her, loving her...

A knock on her door brought her back to earth. Who it could be Raine could not possibly fathom, and so as she made her way over to the door she was wary. She didn't even think to throw on a robe; she expected it to be her little brother, or perhaps Sheena, so her attire did not matter to her. However, when she opened the door, she immediately regretted that decision – or, at least, she might have if any other thought had entered her mind aside from:

Oh...My...God...

"Kratos," she breathed, her voice a soft croak hardly discernable from the noise one makes when you've come down with a nasty cold.

And, sure enough, it was the 4000-year-old angel who stood before her just outside her room in the dark, deserted corridor. From the top of his unruly redhaired head to the tip of his metallic boots, this was Kratos Aurion, the man she loves, and just seeing him all alone, so late at night and scantily dressed like this made her nearly faint dead away on the spot.

"Raine," he said, sounding a bit nervous; perhaps for his reason for coming so late at night, or for how Raine looked in that nightgown. Whatever the reason, his mouth was a bit dry and his voice not quite as smooth as it usually is. "May I come in?"

Wordlessly, Raine stepped aside and Kratos walked in, closing the door behind himself. Raine headed towards her bed, across the room from the door, stopping mid-step when she heard the click of the door as it locked. She turned to see Kratos moving away from the now impermeable door he had just secured.

"We need to talk," he croaked, looking a bit nervous.

In her vocabulary Raine did not have the words with which to make sense of anything or tell the seraphim how she truly felt. And even if she did, the Professor would have not been able to make them come out properly. So, instead of talking as he had suggested, she turned the rest of the way to face him, locking their gazes for a moment before gliding into his arms and kissing him passionately on the lips.

Her actions caught him off guard for their speed and the fact that no one would ever expect Raine to do something such as this, as spontaneous and passionate and sudden as it was. Immediately Kratos was lost in the feel of her sweet, soft lips on his own, and all inhibitions were thrown out the window. Wrapping strong, muscular arms around the voluptuous frame of the half-elf before him, the angel deepened the kiss. For a long time, neither of them breathed.

Unfortunately for the both of them, everyone must go through such useless rituals in order to live. After what seemed like an eternity but was really just under two minutes, they broke away from one another and gulped for air. Realizing what they had just done, the two adults blushed, still not letting go of one another. Raine touched two fingers to her lips, which tingled pleasantly, as Kratos rested his hands on either of her hips, pulling her closer to him. They meshed perfectly.

Still, no words were said. Such frivolous things would only ruin the perfect, dreamlike moment. Kratos lowered his head and began to suck on the soft, sensitive skin where neck met shoulder. Raine's eyes fluttered shut, neck tilting back to allow her lover-to-be better access. As he began to nibble, teeth brushing up against impressionable skin, Raine groaned, feeling herself begin to grow wet out of anticipation.

Burying her fingers in his hair, the Professor shoved Kratos' head into her neck, and he smiled around her flesh. Moving himself slowly over to her collarbone, he kissed every bit of skin he could get his greedy little mouth on. Finally he licked the top of her breasts, and she had to fight in order to not cry out. Her nightgown had been slipping down this entire time, and the spaghetti straps have now slid off of her shoulders. The rest of the garment began to go down with it. So far the tops of her breasts were showing, and with the rate of exposure accelerating, Kratos would be seeing a heckuva lot more very shortly.

Raine had regained her senses, and she decided that Kratos wouldn't get what he wanted quite so easily as that. Pulling her straps back into place, she took a few steps away from Kratos, gently shaking her head. His eyes had glazed over in his lust, and he now looked at her like a scolded puppy being denied what he had rightfully earned. She proceeded to walk backwards, and he followed her like a hopeful dog.

Falling back onto her bed, Raine scooted herself to the very head of it, resting the majority of her body weight on the plethora of pillows artfully situated there. Kratos crawled on after her, eager for what he knew would come...eventually.

Raine allowed him to come right on up to her, trapped between her legs. He lay with his stomach on the bed, head resting just on her stomach, shoulders trapped in the viselike grip of Raine's strong legs. She smiled cruelly and kissed him softly on the lips, squishing him sadistically with the softness of her breasts. Finally she began to end the torture.

First thing to go were her straps, which fell back down to where they had been and then some. As Kratos stared at her mostly exposed cleavage, she somehow got his shirt off and threw it to the floor. Her nightgown was mostly pulled up over her legs, and now Kratos' toned chest was a sight for her to see. Not that she hadn't before. Not that she wouldn't want to again.

"Kratos..." she groaned, the first words that have been spoken in what seems like an eternity. "I've wanted this for so long..."

He throbbed painfully upon hearing those words, nearly losing all of his control. Leaning forward, he pushed his lips to her own, nearly knocking her off balance. She fell backwards, and he crawled on top of her. She felt his hard member poke her in the thigh as a stray hand began to slowly pull her nightgown up her leg, over her hip, right to her stomach just beneath her left breast. His other hand kept his balance on the other side of her, eyes closed and lost in passion.

Raine moaned loudly at both the feel of him on her side and on her leg. Oh...My...God...He has got to be huge! Ooohhh...Her left hand caressed his chest as her other hand found the top of his pants. She begged for him to take them off, but he refused to – yet. Two can play at the game of inhumane torture.

Kissing her lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, Kratos began to massage her left breast, running his thumb over her nipple every once in a while to send shivering sparks of electricity up her spine and through her body. Every time without fail she convulses and moans, the volume rising exponentially. Liking the reactions he was getting, the angel repeated the procedure with his other hand, pining her legs together with his own. Raine could feel him all the more now, considering how closely together they were pressed, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself quiet. Screaming before anything really happens is spoiling all the fun.

Growing too eager to even wait on himself, Kratos lifted the nightdress all the way up over the half-elf's head, throwing it to the ground to meet his shirt. Here he was forced to pause and admire the beauty laying before him, for going onwards without paying tribute was as callous as it was wasteful.

Moaning, groaning and squirming beneath him, eyes half-lidded in her passion, Raine was the most beautiful and radiant maiden Kratos had ever seen. Her skin shone, her eyes burned, the slightest stimulus sent her into the throes of ecstasy, and all of this was because of...him. Knowing that such a wondrous woman was at his mercy so sent Kratos over the edge. He smiled, lowering his head to kiss her stomach gratefully. Time to make it up to you, my love.

Kratos finally gave in to Raine's unspoken but clearly expressed requests, demands; he pulled his pants off somehow without moving off of his angel, and she stared wide-eyed as her knight positioned himself over her. Oh my...he is really big...

He smiled huskily and kissed her lightly on the edge of her mouth before moving forward ever-so-slightly. His head went into her moist center, and she gasped. He took in a sharp breath and bit his lip; she was so hot, so slick, so ready – it seems to him that she has been ready for a long time. Not willing to disappoint her, Kratos slid inside her slowly, sending sparks of pleasure through the both of them, hints of the flames to come.

Once fully buried within her, he waited a moment to allow her time to get used to him. She squirmed, as if uncomfortably, but seconds later she was groaning, eager for more. Before he could act, her hips were grinding up against him, and he began to move in and out of her, starting at a slow pace that increased as time went on. Raine began to buck her hips in time to his deep, rapid thrusts, letting out half-groans as pleasure washed over her.

They felt themselves nearly climax in tandem, lost in ecstasy of the purest sort, until there was nothing left but one another; no bed, no room, no world – just the feel of one another's bodies on top of and within one another.

Kratos cried out, his voice deep, rough and animalistic, as he gave one last, hard thrust before spilling over into his lover. Raine cried out far more shrilly and came shortly afterwards. He collapsed on top of her, panting, head resting on her shoulder. He was still within her, and her body was not eager to let such a deliciously pleasurable catch go. Eventually, however, once breath had been regained and muscles stabilized, Kratos was able to pull himself out. Moments later, after pulling his love to him, he drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep far more refreshing than any he had experienced in a very, very, very long time.

Raine snuggled up to her man and experienced a similar state of unconsciousness.