Complicated

Author's Note: Finally I finished this! For the longest time I had it written to a point where finishing it would be easy, but I was soooo lazy. It's not the greatest, but people seem to like it, so here it goes. My third chapter for my yu yu yaoi is worse, which actually does comfort me, which is jusy sad. Please enjoy, and don't forget to review! This is yet another lemon, partially because you love them so, and partially because it pertained to the story as I saw it. Kraine rocks, the reviewers rock, and I had something else to say (which I always do) but then I forget (which I usually do). I am Raine, I am Triple-S, and I say TTFN and enjoy the show. (Only two more chappies left to go!)

SSS: OMFG I JUST REALIZED THAT RHYMED! lmfao
FSS: ...
SSS:::nervous laugh: LOL,ok I really am done now...XD

Chapter Two: A Past Revealed

Kratos Aurion woke up feeling refreshed, which was odd since darkness had yet to unsettle itself outside. It took him a few moments to open his eyes all the way, he felt so wonderfully warm and comfortable. Finally, however, the reason for all of these things squirmed in his arms, and he opened his eyes to see the beautiful Raine Sage pressed up against him, all memories of the night before – or, rather, this very night – flooding back. His face flushed as he smiled.

Raine was sleeping so deeply, so peacefully that Kratos wasn't sure if anything could wake her up. He never wanted to move from where he was, but he needed to clear his head in any case, so he carefully and slowly rolled the Professor off of him. Soon he had untrapped his arm, retucked her in, and gotten up out of bed without disturbing the half-elf. She looked so beautiful, wrapped up in the silken sheets like she was, her back exposed, hair sprawled out on the pillow, face so peaceful. He smiled one last time before grabbing a robe and stepping outside into the cool, crisp air so unlike the warm, heated, humid air of the bedroom.

The moon seemed to be smiling down at the angel, knowingly accusing him of what had been accomplished not too long ago. He flushed in the memory of it, hardening ever so slightly as he remembered the feel of Raine, the pleasant vibrations of her squirming, how her moans and groans enticed him. He bit his lip to hold back his memories lest they affect him too overly much so soon after the act itself.

Eventually he calmed down and leaned forward onto the railing, studying the dark landscape below. Raine's room was situated high up enough that you could see over the small forest that surrounded this hard-to-reach castle. Past the forest was a lake shimmering in the moonlight, and past that many miles away Kratos saw mountains, which were beautiful blue beasts in the distance. The others had rooms to themselves all over the castle, most of them lower to the ground and on the opposite end. These were the less luxurious and extravagant suites, which were shared according to gender: Sheena and Colette and Presea, Zelos and Lloyd and Genis. Regal had his own room, somewhat close to Raine's. And inbetween the two of them Kratos was situated.

A soft breeze flew past the seraphim, and he sighed as the cold air took away his excess heat, the flush on his cheeks seeming to burn his nerves. Everything felt awfully warm, and he could imagine exactly why. Last night – I mean, earlier – had been absolutely heavenly, and he hoped that it would not be a one time occurrence.

Kratos had discovered his love slightly before yet also slightly after the Professor had. A week before the incident at the park, he had begun to notice more about the Professor, things that had before escaped his notice; the roundness of her figure, the deep femininity of her voice, the grace with which she moved, the beauty with which she laughed. It felt odd thinking of his son's teacher in such ways, but it had been a long time since he had known the wonderful touch of a woman. He passed it off as such and tried to ignore these rusty yet oddly vibrant feelings she stirred within him.

At the park he had sounded nervous because it had been a while since he had spoken with a woman so beautiful; he had been comfortable with Anna, but he had yet to get to know Raine in that sort of way. And I don't mean as lovers, I mean as friends. Sure, he was her friend, her comrade, but they had never before had a private conversation, just the two of them. At least, not really, if you think about it.

For a week he had contemplated and thought over what had happened that day, trying to analyze his reactions and responses to figure out how he really felt: Was it just lust from being obstinate for so long, or was it more along the lines of desire out of love? Finally he came to the proper conclusion that he did love Raine, just as he had loved Anna all those years ago.

These feelings excited and frightened him at the same time. Love is a wonderful, electric emotion, but it does have many negative consequences. Such as pain and grief when such feelings are not returned. And that is precisely what he feared the most. Raine not loving him as he loved her would crush Kratos, and he didn't want to go through the pain of losing the one he loved yet again. Once is far more than enough.

A lot of time has passed since he first realized his true feelings. They were recruited for this important mission, and since they had unanimously agreed to take the job, Kratos and Raine have not said two words to one another. He could have sworn that she was avoiding him, and his worse possible fear was that she had somehow found out about how he felt about her and she felt disgusted and weirded out about it. For nearly two weeks he had silently lamented over that possibility.

Finally, however, it had grown to be too much. He couldn't handle it. He had to know the truth. Even if it ruined their friendship forever, he had to talk to her about how he felt, how she felt, and what could be done. He would tell the Healer how much he loved her, wanted to be with her, and hopefully she would return those feelings. Anything would be better than this painful not knowing. Anything.

Raine's reaction before any words had even been spoken was far more than Kratos could have ever hoped for. She had been dressed so beautifully, and her eyes had been so full of sadness, mirroring how he himself felt. Rushing into his arms and kissing him so passionately had caught him off guard; this is, after all, Raine Sage we are talking about. The probability for her doing something this crazy and spontaneous was so slight that anyone would have been shocked speechless.

But words were not needed. Such longing, such need, such unquenchable desire was shared between the two of them, and so they made love; and that was precisely what they did. It was not just sex, it was the expression of such true, deep feelings that nothing could ever be so beautiful as that. They were one now, cemented together through love and friendship, so tightly bound that neither of them will ever be able to break free – not that they would ever wish to.

Happiness like no other flooded through the seraphim, and in his euphoria he could have sworn he saw his first angelic maiden in the shadow of the moon. Anna, his beloved. He will never stop loving her, but this should not, could not, will not stop him from loving another – Raine. Anna and her are so different they cannot be compared; but, the two of them are as beautiful and precious to Kratos as life itself, and so they do have something in common. The angel could almost swear that he heard a sweet, loving approval in his ear – the voice of Anna as he remembered it. Untainted and lovely. A single tear trailed down his cheek even as it was wiped away, a smile upon his face.

He had found love yet again. And nothing could compare to the joy he felt within himself.

Kratos was completely oblivious to the world around him, causing the seraphim to not notice that Raine was standing behind him, had been standing behind him this whole time. Immediately upon getting up, Kratos had unwittingly woken up his lovely lover. Raine had watched him put on his robe and walk outside, seemingly distracted. Curious as to why he was getting up, eager to be close to her love, but not wanting to disturb him and his important thoughts, she leaned against the frame for what seemed like an eternity, watching and waiting for Kratos to finish thinking and feeling whatever it was he needed to think and feel. God knows Raine had already done all that she had needed to do; she was ready, and he would be too, shortly. He just needed time.

Kratos turned to see the beautiful half-elf watching him, waiting politely and silently for an invitation to disturb his quiet thinking. He smiled, and for once his face held no sadness, only joy. Beautiful happiness greater than any other Raine had ever seen. She was caught off guard, all breath leaving her; he looked so handsome, his face smiling so, eyes glinting, dressed only in a bathrobe and the light of the moon. She could only stand there and stare, so Kratos took the initiative and swept her up into his arms, hugging her close. She placed her hands on his shoulders and buried her face in his neck.

After a time doing this, Kratos set her down in front of him, right up against the ledge, hands resting on their favorite spot just atop her hips. Raine's face was still buried comfortably in his neck as she inhaled deeply with every breath, taking in his masculine smell like an aphrodisiac, sweat and musky manliness clouding her senses like oak trees and salty sea air. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her pleasant, refreshing scent that was like wide open meadows on a beautiful spring day, flower pollen scenting the gentle moving air.

Finally, Raine looked up and saw Kratos' eyes, once again filled with fiery passion and lust. She knew hers portrayed similar emotions. He lowered his head, taking her lips in a lovingly tender yet wildy rough kiss, which she returned fullheartedly. Once again, they molded together perfectly, filling in the gaps of one another. Her soft curves and his hardened muscles felt perfectly heavenly to one another, deepening their kiss in desperation.

The moon smiled down upon them, and finally they broke apart reluctantly for air. Raine opened her eyes and found herself blushing beneath his powerful gaze. Sighing contentedly, the Professor rested her cheek against the top of his chest, staring off over the trees, all the way to the lake and the mountains. The night sky above them seemed oddly blue and clear, although no sun could be seen, only the silvery moon.

"Kratos..." Raine whispered, her voice obstructed by her face being pressed up against her lover's muscular chest. "Why did you wake up so early?"

Kratos didn't know how to answer Raine's query. It's not that he didn't want to, it was just that his reasoning – which was so clear and perfect in his own mind – might seem a bit silly when said aloud. After a long pause, Raine looked up questioningly into his eyes, and he realized that he still hadn't said anything. "Sorry," he murmured sheepishly. "I'm not quite sure about how I should tell you."

Raine softly stroked his cheek. That slight contact comforted him, and he closed his eyes happily. Her skin felt so soft and gentle on his. "Tell me as it is. I'll listen, I'll understand. I could never think that something important you have to say sounded stupid or foolish."

Kratos smiled, eyes still closed tight. Her words comforted him and made him realize that this woman really does love him as much as he loves her. And so he felt empowered to tell her anything and everything. "I...I was just thinking about Anna."

She nodded, understanding, remaining quiet to allow him to continue unhindered. He took her hand in his own, and she held onto him tight, waiting for as long as he needs.

"It has been a very long time since...since she died," he began, the words coming out with some difficulty at first; as he continued, however, they flowed smoother until they erupted out of him in an emotional torrent of words, thoughts, emotions and memories.

"I loved my wife with all of my heart, and when she died I felt as if I would never be able to love again. After going through so many things with you and the others, I felt alive again, as if I had a family, a feeling I had only ever felt before when I had both Lloyd and his mother with me. Fairly recently, my wounds finally healed completely, and I felt free. I began to be able to love again, to see other women as I had once seen Anna...and there you were, beautiful and wonderful, and before I could figure out what had happened...I had fallen in love with you.

"I was afraid. Afraid to lose you as a friend, as a lover, before we were even all that close. It had been so long since I had loved, I didn't want to lose it. I didn't want to risk losing you; losing another love would...would...be too painful to bear. I didn't think I was strong enough. So I never approached you; I would rather hurt a little every day not having you than to feel the horrible pain of losing you if you didn't return my feelings.

"Last night – this night – I couldn't take it any longer. I remembered all the times we had spent together, laughing and talking, and I decided to risk it; anything would be better than that horrible uncertainty. Things went better than I could have ever imagined when I entered here, said nothing, and automatically you knew. I knew, as well. In some ways, I always have.

"I came out here, my mind restless, fully regenerated, and I remember Anna. I remembered how much I had loved her, and I realized that I loved you just as much. I was just thinking about her, you, and how much I have been hurt...but I'm all better now."

Kratos' overwhelming torrent of words took Raine off guard, and she had to stand there silently for several moments to try and make sense of all he had just said. He looked a bit embarrassed, his cheeks as red as they were. She smiled finally and looked up, cupping his cheeks in her hands.

"I could never compare to your wife, but I hope to be with you for the rest of our lives, for better or for worse. I love you, and I hope that our happiness will never end."

Kratos smiled and kissed Raine lovingly on the lips. Driven mad within her own mind by all that the seraphim had just said, she kissed him back with a fierce and unsettling passion, shoving her body up against his. Initially caught off guard, her knight eventually wrapped his arms around his radiant maiden and kissed her back, eyes closed in his overwhelming joy. Already he was aroused yet again, and he knew she was too.

Even as they kissed Raine's hands wandered down over his neck to his chest, parting the robe as she explored his well-toned muscles. He held her steady as she caressed his chest, pleasant shivers crawling over his receptive skin. As she reached his waist Kratos flinched backwards from shock, and Raine smiled mischievously.

"Wanna stop?" she teased, knowing full well the answer to her query. Kratos swept her off her feet and carried her back inside, the cool night air having already taken the humidity from the room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit her lip, swinging her legs in anticipation for what she knew was coming. He carefully set her down on the bed, and she stood up to meet his lips head on. Both of them stood by the bed, neither of them yet on it. Kratos went to undo her robe, but she shoved him away. Taking a few steps back, Kratos watched as Raine undid her robe herself, moving slowly – maddeningly so – on purpose. Finally, however, her garment fell over soft curves and pooled at her feet, leaving her exposed to Kratos' hungry eyes.

The seraphim's mouth felt horribly dry as he licked his lips, eager to repeat the acts of a mere three hours ago. He stepped forward, and Raine fell back, exposing herself to her lover, nothing hidden by any sort of covering. This bare woman laying before him enticed him more than any other, and he lowered himself down onto her. She quickly untied his robe and threw it away, eager to feel him within her once again.

She tingled in anticipation as Kratos readied her, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, her stomach...kissing all the way down to her waistline. She gasped as his hot breath tickled her burning center, sensitive inner thighs shivering from his tongue's teasing ministrations. All the way down to her ankles he kissed, ignoring her gasps of painful pleasure as she was denied what she needed. His member throbbed and swelled as she moaned and groaned, eager for more. Soon her was as ready as she was; painfully so.

He quickly kissed his way back up her body, carefully enjoying the feel of her soft, supple breasts before making his way back up to her mouth. In retaliation, Raine nibbled on his lip, telling him to get on with it. She could feel him poking her thigh, and it was driving her mad that he had yet to finish the job. Apparently, Kratos enjoyed tormenting her.

"Masochist..." she gasped accusingly as he swirled his tongue around her navel. He smiled and dove his tongue inside, tickling Raine.

"Nymphomaniac," he retorted, caressing her inner thighs with his strong, callused, smooth hands.

She laughed. "No more than you are."

The half-elf sat up and buried the seraphim's face in her breasts. He moaned happily, his erection beginning to really pain him by now. Raine could tell, because she was hurting in exactly the same way.

Raine had had enough; Kratos was taking far too long to get on with it. He may want to, but men are naturally slower than women, so she took it into her own hands. Laying back down and pulling Kratos up with her, she locked his lips in another wild kiss even as her strong, shapely legs wrapped themselves around Kratos' waist. She gently pulled him toward her, everything aligned and ready. All he had to do was move forward, ever-so-slightly, and both of their agonies would soon be complete...

His pace was slow, even more torturous than the first time around, if such a thing was possible. Their bodies were slick with sweat, droplets of sweaty liquid running down their necks and chests. Raine licked away a bead of sweat as it reached her chin, Kratos kissing her to taste the sweet flavor of her and the salty one of her skin. She lapped up the perspiration on his forehead and face, cooling him down even as it warmed him up.

Soon the seraphim was buried deeply inside of the Professor, heavy body resting lightly on top of her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as Kratos panted in her ear, enjoying every sensation that he could, dragging it out. Soon Raine's body began to move on it's own, shifting his position within her, grinding their hips together. Kratos smiled, pleased with his effect on Raine, who growled in her annoyance.

Gruffly she mewed as he bit her neck lightly, pulling almost all the way out. Again lowering himself at a slow, maddening pace, Kratos delved deeper within his new lover before pulling out again and repeating the process.

The pace quickened, the effects from before having left them even more sensitive than usual so that this was all the more pleasurable. Soon the seraphim was moving at a fast, rugged, natural pace, lost in the ecstasy of Raine's body around him and the groans that erupted from out of her throat, needily calling out to him in short, gasping breaths. Gripping the bed sheets, he sought leverage as the bed creaked, threatening to break in two.

Orgasms exploded both of their senses instantaneously. The two lovers cried out in anguish, voice strangled, even as they fell limp, completely spent. That had been far more passionate and amazing than the first time. Hardly even retaining the energy to pull out and fall down beside Raine, Kratos closed his eyes, still panting. Raine crawled over to him, purring happily. She was one satisfied customer.

Whispering into her knights ear, her voice sounded even huskier than usual, "Thank you for the greatest night of my life, koi."

Kratos smiled, whispering back in a rough and sensual voice, correcting his maiden playfully, "The best...so far. I assure you, this will not be a one time experience, ai."

Raine smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. Kratos pulled his lover to him and they fell asleep, laid out naked and exposed to all of the world in one another's arms. And neither of them had ever felt more secure.

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Random Japanese Vocabulary I Decided To Include 'Cause I'm A Dork:

"koi": Usually used as a suffix; love.

"ai": Word for love; can be used as a title.