I hope I don't totally hate myself for posting this later... eheh...

I'm more of a Zelos/Lloyd shipper than I let on. So after looking at lots of pretty japanese fanart and doujinshi of Zeloyd, I just had to write it.

It's slashy and suggestive, but I wouldn't say it's enough to be rated NC-17... hopefully I don't get killed over it or anything, because I really didn't mean for it to sound erotic at all. It was supposed to be fluffy

Tales of Symphonia belongs to Namco! I lay no claim on it. If it were mine, it would be far more slashy.

I Want to be Like You

He said I reminded him of himself, somehow.

But I don't want to be like him.

I want to be here for everyone. I want to be strong. I want to be happy. I want to be innocent.

I want to be like you.

I run my hand across your palm, getting a tiny giggle from you as I move slowly up your arm.

Would you think I was like him, too?

You're soft and warm, and you smell like cedar and leather all the time. It's not something I would have thought to like, but I find now I can't get enough of it.

I feel so cold now when I'm not near you. I feel so barren and alone. It doesn't matter what we do, as long as I'm close to you... I feel at home. No matter how I try, I can't find the same kind of happiness anywhere else anymore. Compared to what I used to do to fill this hole, nothing ever comes close. And now, I can feel the gap running cold and deep whenever you're not there to take up that piece of me.

Your shortened breaths and your hands in my hair make my stomach coil in something almost close to glee. Right now - at least - you need me. You want me here.

I feel dizzy.

That usually cold hole within my chest is overflowing. I'm turning warm from inside-out.

Let me catch up to you.

A hand around your waist, I shift up and nuzzle my face in the cradle of your neck just to hear you giggle again as I run my other hand through your chocolate brown locks, fingers tracing over the lids of your eyes and purse of your lips.

You sigh. I can feel your breath on my fingers as you take them in your own, pressing them to your lips. I conclude you've been caught up in the moment. I don't mind. But you're not one for subtlety, and I realize that I need to be more direct somehow to preserve our silence.

I kiss you, listening to your in-drawing breath dragging sound along my ears.

You had been waiting for that.

We stay that for a long time, dancing with our lips and forgetting our bodies exist. We part when we remember that we need to breathe.

I'm shackled down by my own stupid decisions.

I hope I can change the course.

I couldn't stand by and watch the hurt happen to you.

Please understand...

I wrap my arms around him and pull him as close to me as our bodies allow.

"Zelos...?"

I've made a mistake.

I want to be strong.

"I want to be more like you."