Dreaming and Chasing Promises
Chapter I. Cinnamon
I would go anywhere to get to you, so why is it that all you have to do is smile to get to me?
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Zelos Wilder, Twenty-three years old, 5'10, a redhead womanizer who didn't know the difference between pink and salmon, and had an unfortunate choice in hairstyles for a skirt-chaser, walked into the newly established part-Sylvaranti part-Tethe'allian town -Yamino- with enough purpose to make the citizens brave enough to move in move out of his way. He made his way to the pub, which was across the street from the newly established Martel Church, he forced himself not to start glaring, it was bad enough how serious he looked, if he started glaring they would probably call up some sort of force to take him out as being an 'imposter'. He sighed and walked into the pub/restaurant, trying to look more relaxed and less like he was about to kill his objective. Speaking of him....
Lloyd Irving, eighteen, 5'8, a brunette half-angel who continuously forget he had wings and had quite a bit of trouble with academics, though he was getting pretty good at acting to be the odd wise swordsmen -Zelos was confident that Kratos had somehow taught Lloyd this, along with his patented glare-, was currently seated at a table, looking uncomfortable, yet somehow bad ass -more proof that he'd got lessons from Kratos somehow- between two men who had apparently dragged him in here from the church. The men were acting extremely buddy-buddy with Lloyd, trying to get him to take a drink of his untouched drink. Zelos narrowed his eyes, and then forced himself to relax. He walked over smoothly, effectively ignoring the hot females at the bar who were sending seductive looks at him, and slid an arm over Lloyd's stiff shoulders.
"Hello bud." he says cheerfully, and with ease, he can feel the stiff muscles tighten further, freezing, the two men can obviously see the horror splayed upon his handsome face, and watch curiously as the new feminine looking man works his magic, though whether Zelos is a man or not is impossible to tell from the angle he's at.
"Z-zelos!" the hero of the entire world squeaked out.
"Bud, you seem so tense! Come on home so can, eh heh," he chuckled pervertedly, "help you." the men at Lloyd's side seemed to recoil at the last bit, and it took all of Zelos's willpower not to glare then and accuse them of being homophobes, right now was not the time, he needed to reserve his anger for later.
"Er... Zelos... uhm..." Lloyd tried to think up an excuse for why he was out, for why he hadn't managed to keep his promise to his friend, but he was in a bit of shock, a person usually is when the purpose suppose to be biting their head off is flirting. Not that Lloyd has fallen for that, no, he has become aware of that awful trick.
"Come on bud!" Zelos forcefully dragged Lloyd out, and once theyed reached a diserted alley, he pinned him to the wall angrily, "Why. Were. You. In. There?" he asked, anger making him clench his teeth to avoid shouting and attracting attention.
"L-listen Zelos, I don't feel very comfortable talking about this in an alley so, maybe, could we go back to the inn?" Zelos glare softened at the nervous tone, but intensified as he remembered his hurt.
"Not until you answer me, why were you in there?" this time, he managed to avoid the clinched teeth, but anger still showed through his quietly spoken words.
"The guys, Rick and Sam, they wanted to talk to me about future production of towns like Yamino, and introducing more half-elves into future towns, but it got so late..." he paused, unsure, "Look, I'm reallysorry about it Zelos, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again!" Zelos eyes harden even further.
"Sorry? You think that will make up for it?" his anger at it's max, Lloyd felt true fear about it, he didn't see a single escape from this one, "I made you dinner you fucking bastard! And now it's all..." suddenly, Zelos's anger cracked, and Lloyd is holding him and agreeing that he is a bastard and that he extremely regretted missing a chance to eat Zelos's most likely delicious meal, and that he will cook breakfast to make up for it, but still, the tears are unstemmed as the ex-chosen clutches Lloyd's shirt.
"Listen, how about this, since I promised to be home for dinner, you're allowd to break one promise to me, okay?" Zelos looked up with red, wet eyes, and nodded hesitantly.
"Really?" he asked, knowing how Lloyd was about promises and their upkeep. Lloyd nodded, relieved that it had stopped Zelos's tears.
"Yeah." he smiled, "Come on, let's get to the inn before morning, once I finish here we can move on our exsphere quest, okay?" Zelos nodded, smiling a walked, hand-in-hand back to the inn.
If Lloyd had known the trouble that promise would cause him, maybe he would have never made it.
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In the darkness, as they lay pretending to sleep, Zelos can barely see his hand from his ass, but he can see Lloyd's hair, his cinnamon hair. It's funny how much of Lloyd reflects Cinnamon. His brown eyes, hair, even his taste, they are all cinnamon. Zelos longed for the taste of cinnamon more than anything else when Lloyd was way during the day, and he had nothing to do. He felt odd, playing housewife for Lloyd, he had come to terms with that, he and Lloyd were practically lovers, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was the more feminine one of the two, so it was natural he would be the housewife. He had started to practice whenever they had to stop because the cities they were in required Lloyd's help in someway or another, always Lloyd's never his. Lloyd hasn't realised, really, that Zelos has been getting up early and ironing his clothes, nor does he know that Zelos has started to try his hand at cleaning up their room instead of room service. Cooking dinner is just another goal on his list of becoming the perfect wife for Lloyd. Even if they aren't married yet.
"Zelos?" Lloyd's voice is what he imangined cinnamon would sound like if it had a voice, and it pleased him.
"Yes bud?" he responded, snuggling closer.
"Erm..." Zelos swore he could see his blush as the younger leans over and kisses him. Understanding quickly follows, and he responded swiftly. He had argued at first, when they had first started this rather awkward relationship, about being on bottom, but try as he might, it was either that or playing with Mr. Hand, Lloyd refused to lose anymore sense of manhood, and Zelos had to agree -not out loud of course- that he had very little to none respect as a man -Lloyd's exact words were that if Zelos got a gender change, nobody would be to shocked-, so he allowed himself to be on bottom, its funner anyway, he didn't have to do as much work.
"Lloyd..." he breathed out as the man licked around the place were his cruxis crystal rested, they were going to destroy it once the journey was over, Zelos couldn't wait, but for now, he was satisfied with the pleasure Lloyd gave him using it, it was fun, the mere though of licking that powerful orb or around it made him hot, but then again, the idea of Lloyd licking his bare chest worked just as well.
"Zelos..." Lloyd breathed back, his cinnamon eyes blazing in Zelos's regular old blue ones -no matter how much he insisted Zelos has the most extraordinary eyes he'd ever seen, he was confident his eyes were nothing special, especially considering how many people had them- , love seemed to flow between their very souls. Connecting them, like Fate's red twine. In fact, once, Lloyd had told him why he continued to wear red even though Zelos expressed his distaste over it, because he wore red and Zelos had red hair, when they were close, it really did look like they were connected by Fate's red twine. But, Lloyd wasn't wearing the red shirt now, so Zelos put it out of his mind, along with the color red.
"Lloyd!" he screamed, coming close to release.
"Zelos!" he screamed, they released at the same moment, sperm dripped from Lloyd's chest and Zelos's bum.
They stared into each other's eyes, and could see love radiating in those orbs, more powerful than any exsphere or cruxis crystal. This was something solely there's, the rabid townsfolk who enslaved Lloyd the moment they saw him, Zelos discontent with the long pauses and loneliness on their journey, Lloyd's guilt over everything, nothing could take away that power from them, as long as Zelos could have his cinnamon and Lloyd his blue ocean.
Sleep came quickly, and they were entangled together, a huge knot in the red twine of fate.
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They had been there for a week, a freakin week! It was only natural Zelos would grow restless. They had been traveling for a half year now, but, their days of sticking around a town was usually limited to one or two days, the longest before this had been three, but it was Sunday now, and they had yet to vacate Yamino. A whole week wasted! Zelos growled as he sat in the inn, upset. At least Lloyd was happy, he reminded himself, as long as Lloyd was happy, he could be happy, he reminded himself of that, again and again. But still, when Lloyd walked in smiling and laughing, he just about lost it.
"You should've been th-" he began, only to be cut off by the slam of a door as Zelos decided that he should make a quick exit, after deciding that he didn't particularly fancy the idea of murdering his lover, no matter how upset he was, "Zelos?" the red-clad boy made his way to the bedroom door, trying to open the door, only to find his boyfriend leaning against it.
"Go away." the voice was muffled, but the message still passed through.
"What's the matter Zelos?" he asked, oblivious, Zelos sighed.
"It's nothing, just go and have fun with your friends!" the bitterness in his voice gave him away with more ease than he'd wanted, and Lloyd figured it out quicker than he would have without the hint.
"Zelos... Listen, I'm sorry we've spent so much time here, but this is important, Yamino is the step towards the goal we all want, towards the end of discrimination. But we'll be out of here soon, the exsphere journey is just as important. Just imagine it Zelos, imagine a world were there is no difference between a human, Sylvaranti, Tethe'allian, elf, or half-elf, where you can walk down the street and not worry about being attacked because of what you are? Can't you see it too, Zelos?"
"We can leave soon?" came the muffled reply.
"Very soon, by Tuesday I think." the door burst open as Zelos hugged him.
"Only one more day of hell!" he shouted and then headed to the kitchen. Hell? Lloyd shrugged and decided to ignore the nickname.
"What are you doing Zelos?" he questioned, walking towards where Zelos had disappeared. Inn's usually didn't have personal kitchens, but this was in fact an old tenement converted into an inn by the people of Yamino.
"Cooking!" came back the cheerful reply.
"Why?" Lloyd asked, watching as the ex-chosen ran about, pulling out cooking utensils and such.
"Practise." he answered with ease, beginning on what Lloyd could only guess was some sort of stew.
"For what?" he asked curiously, watching as Zelos cut up onions carefully, almost as if afraid of being cut.
"Er..." he blushed, he had yet to mention his reasoning to Lloyd, and he doubted that the swordsmen would take well to it, "I'mpractisingtobeyourwifepleasedon'tlaugh!"
"Huh? Speak slowly Zelos." Lloyd walked closer, in case he started to mumble. though he did think it was cute how he was blushing.
"It's just..." he hesitated again, "I figured since we're together and all, and I'm always on bottom, I should act more... wifey." the blush on his cheeks and the statement made Lloyd want to giggle, but he was to touched to say anything. Finally after a pause, he stepped forward and hugged Zelos from behind, kissing his still-red cheek.
"You're amazing." he said, and Zelos wasn't sure whether to be shocked or pleased.
"So are you." he answered instead, because it seemed right.
The stew never did get made.
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AN: First chap. done, Kraun is coming up next! (Look forward to the next chapter, Bittersweet)
Thought of the day: Taking in mind that the first person mentioned in a pairing is the dominate one (E.g. Kraun/Kranna), why is it that we say Colloyd and Shelloyd? Does this mean that Lloyd bottoms to these girls? Is Lloyd that much of a uke? Personally, I've always seen him as the kind who would never allow himself on bottom for fear of losing anymore manhood (My running joke), so yeah, what do you guys think on this issue?