Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this again? Oh yea, that's right, it's because I'm only 13 and therefore can't afford to be sued… sigh… I don't own Tales of Symphonia, or any of its characters. But my birthday is August 15th, so can I have Zelos? Pretty please?

Chapter 5: Shameful Actions

Lloyd's POV

Italicsmean he'sdreaming

"Mmm, Lloyd, that feels so good. You're so tight… a virgin?" he asks as he pounds into me. For a minute I'm unsure of whether or not I'll be able to answer, my panting and moaning mirroring my intense pleasure.

"Y-yes!" I manage to choke out. He leans down to kiss me, face clouded by darkness, and presses his lips against my own tenderly.

This feeling of being controlled, a strong body protecting me… it's wonderful. The feeling of someone so utterly masculine dominating me… it's alluring.

With one last powerful thrust, I feel his warm liquid entering my body, and then his face comes into view. This sends me into my own orgasm, and I shout his name while splattering all over our hot and sweaty bodies.

And with that, my eyes burst open widely. It takes me a minute to regain my bearing and figure out where I am. The dream then rears its ugly head at me, or rather the very pretty head of Zelos Wilder. Stupid dream. Stupid kiss. Stupid Zelos.

I feel around the sheets and am displeased to find that I have soiled them… crap. I've got to take care of this before anyone else gets up…

I pry myself off of the bed, careful not to step over the idiot who took my place of sleeping on the floor, and peer out the window. Still dark, though hints of dawn on the horizon. Good. No one will be up yet, unless I'm unlucky (which I suppose I am, but… whatever).

I peel the soiled sheets off of the bed, being very quiet, so as not to wake Zelos. Since we're in a hotel instead of a house, I have no choice but to simply wash them in the bathroom sink, with plain hand soap. That done, I stand on my tiptoes to hang the sheets over the shower edge.

Now, to come up with a cover story… hmm… Spilled coffee? No, I don't drink coffee. Too suspicious. Some kind of food? No, I don't really have an excuse to be eating at this time of the morning, since I'm generally not one to snack between meals. What else could I have spilled? Cough medicine? Yes, I think that will be a good story. I do have a cold, after all. So, I got up to take some cough medicine because I couldn't sleep, and in my tired haste to down it, managed to spill most of it all over the bed. Yes, that will work.

But why did this have to happen? Why me? Why him? None of it makes any sense. I… I just don't know… anything, anymore.

I clutch my head in silent agony, and feel a trail of hot liquid tears running down my cheeks and into the sink, mixing in with the soapy water. I have no idea why I cry, but I do, for almost an hour, just standing there over the bathroom sink.

My sobbing finally slows to a halt. I wipe my eyes, and walk out of the bathroom. There I am met by the sight of the professor. When did she get here? I never heard the door open… I must have been too caught up in myself.

She is currently hunched over the bed, where I see a figure sprawled under the sheets. Hmm, Zelos must have stolen the bed when I left to the bathroom.

"Good morning, professor Sage," I greet her, my throat surprisingly clear.

"Ah, hello, Lloyd, you sound a lot better today. How do you feel?"

"Much better. In fact, I feel fine! We can continue on our way any time now!"

"I'm glad to hear that, but we actually can't leave yet. Zelos managed to catch himself a cold."

"What! How!" Oh my goddess, I hope it's not the same one I had. That would be awfully suspicious…

"I don't know, but he seems to have the same symptoms as the cold you had. Maybe he caught it because you guys are staying in the same room?"

Shit. That's all I have to say.

"He's sleeping peacefully right now. I heard him moaning loudly, all the way from in my room down the hall, so I got up to check on him. When I found him, he was running a high fever, and had kicked all of his covers off, so I moved him to the bed. At first I thought it would be you, still feeling sick, but you weren't even there. Speaking of that, where were you?"

Shit, I must have been REALLY out of it. "I was… I got up to take some more medicine, because at the time, I was feeling awful. But I spilled some of it on the bed, so I had to go wash the sheets."

She seems to accept my answer, and I sigh inwardly, relieved, before she says, "Well, I'm going to leave so I can let him sleep for the rest of the day. Goodbye."

She walks outside, closing the door softly behind her, and I wander over next to the bed. I am met with the sight of a sleeping Chosen. The bed covers are pulled all the way up to his neck, concealing the rest of his body, but his feverish face is in clear view. Rosy red cheeks, bangs matter to his forehead with sweat, tousled hair that's begging to be brushed.

I gently run my hand through his red locks, marveling at how soft and silky it feels. I suppose the heat of the moment goes to my head, because the next thing I know is that my lips are pressed against his. My hands are on either side of his face, propping me up as I lightly revel in the unique taste of the Chosen's delectable lips.

But then, it's over. I pull away, open my eyes, and am met by twin ocean blue orbs staring at me. With a sudden look of horror on my face, I pull all the way away, my chocolate eyes as huge as saucers.

Agh… what have I gotten myself in to? And why in the world did I do that in the first place? I must be insane…

"Oh… my… gawd…" That's all I can say as I stagger backwards, away from the bed of horrors. Zelos calmly sits up, hands propping him up from behind. A wolfish grin spreads across his disheveled face, leading me to believe he's not as sick as I had first assumed.

"Ah, c'mon, Lloydie. Why'd you have to go and stop so quickly?" the redhead asks, causing me to stop backing up.

"Um, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything." Great way to feign innocence. It's obvious that he doesn't buy my act for even a moment, but waves it off anyways, to my great relief.

"Whatever you say. Now --cough, hack--, could you please get me some medicine?" he asks, plopping back down. I simply nod, still a little shaken, and go to the end table where the pills and cough syrup are. I pour him a cup of the foul-tasting stuff along with some water to ease the taste, and he swallows, thanking me gracefully.

"Just so you know, that was the last of the cough syrup, so it's going to have to last you for a while," I inform him.

He nods and mutters an approval, then appears to fall asleep again.

I wander over to the window, and, seeing that it's late in the morning, decide to take a walk to pass some time. But first I must change into appropriate clothing.

I ruffle through the pile of clothes stationed in a remote corner of the inn room, sorting mine out from those of my roommate. Walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me (I lock it just for good measure), I quickly discard the plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants that I sleep in, choosing instead my usual adventurer's garb.

Before I can leave the room, I hear the body on the bed shift several times consecutively. Walking over, I see that Zelos has, in his sleep, pushed all of the covers off of himself, and is now shaking uncontrollably.

With a small sigh I pull the covers, nearly falling off the side of the bed, back up to about his shoulders. As I make to turn around, though, the Chosen's hand reaches out to grab my own, therefore stopping me.

"Nnnmm… don't leave…" the sleeping one mumbles, almost incoherently. At this, I'm rather torn. Do I pretend I didn't hear his quiet plea and continue on, or do I give in, therefore fulfilling my own hidden desires? The pros of staying seem to outweigh the cons, so I carefully sit down beside him, his hand still grasping mine.

After a few moments of this, I finally decide to lie down, slipping underneath the covers for extra warmth. I curl myself up next to him, comfortably nestled up into his side.

I don't know exactly how many hours pass by; maybe only a few, maybe several, but I find myself slowly drifting off into a pleasant slumber. In my last few moments of consciousness, I turn onto my side, snuggling my head down into the bare chest of the sleeping Zelos, and feel his arms wrap around me, legs, clothed only by silky red boxers, intertwining with my own. And for those very last few seconds, my thoughts are happy, light, carefree, and I feel completely at ease.

TBC!

Okay, everyone! What do you think of this latest installment? Yes, limey goodness! I can't decide if I want to do a real limey scene later on, what do you guys think? R&R!