Placed Together
Disclaimer: Do I even own the game system? Phhhht, no.
Rating: Isn't the game rated T?
Pairing: ZelosxLloyd if you squint really hard after 5 shots of tequila.
Number: 14/25 for me.
WARNINGS: A tiny bit of evil Lloyd; because I can. There isn't much BL…
A/N: Oh my I'm having so much fun doing these, I can't image why I stopped writing with these people for so long. Oh right, I should mention: Since partner in crime is gone, and I don't really have a firm grasp on much, you're going to have to forgive the OOCness unless it's for Zelos or Lloyd. Please with ketchup on top?

Anyways: 2:15AM. Another request.

Succorelle with sparring practice. Mucho love for the 10 requests.

OooooooO

The metal felt good in his hands.

Really good.

Lloyd gripped onto his swords and swung them expertly, listening to the air slicing in two with a loud "Whoosh". Lloyd let out a breath of pleasure as he danced around, his swords acting as extensions of his body, tearing down imaginary enemies brutally and swiftly.

Seeing people in pain had never been a pleasure for Lloyd, he hated to see an enemy writhe on the ground, doubled over or choking on his own blood. Lloyd always made sure to do it fast, quick, so there was no suffering.

Half of Lloyd only did it because he expected the mercy to be returned if he ever met his match.

Lloyd jolted and flung himself back, falling into stance when one of his swords clashed against another. The red/brown of Lloyd's eyes glinted in the sunlight as he brought his head up to look at his opponent, his enemy.

The first thing Lloyd saw was white pants fluttering in the faint wind, then the ever-familiar pink and black that covered Zelos' chest. He loosened his stance the slightest, changing his grip on the swords, feeling the smooth metal circle around, "Morning, Zelos." He said casually with a smile.

"Morning to you, too," Zelos drawled, with a cocky grin, twirling his double-edged sword around his hand. Some how he made the greeting sound dirty and perverted. Lloyd frowned a tiny bit, dropping back down into position, his body tense, Zelos always made everything sound dirty and perverted.

Zelos kicked at the dirt a little bit then shrugged over at Lloyd, "If you wanna spar, I'm free." His tone was so mocking, as if Zelos thought that Lloyd couldn't beat him in a fair fight; and that grin was so taunting it made Lloyd tense even more, made his subconscious flair with blood lust at the declaration of war.

Red hair flipped in the wind as Zelos tensed and readied himself for battle. He knew what kind of grin he had thrown at Lloyd, he knew the tone he used as he discreetly put out the invitation. Zelos knew how to push Lloyd's buttons so he did, tactfully.

They jerked forward at the same time, and their swords clashed with the other in mid-blow. They carefully moved around the other, making sure no never leave an opening for the other, to never show any sign of tiring.

The heated passion that masked Lloyd's face sent shivers down Zelos' spine as he parried and attacked. The way that Lloyd's body moved so perfectly under the folds of fabric made Zelos' breath catch.

Did Lloyd see him the same way?

The question through Zelos for a second, but that was all Lloyd needed and he thrust one of his swords forward, stopping it before it pierced Zelos' chest and dived down into his chest cavity and split open his heart.

Zelos dropped his weapon in defeat and sighed, leering down at Lloyd, who slowly straightened up while sheathing his swords. Lloyd wiped the sweat from his brow and beamed at Zelos, "That was good."

The sun had gone higher up in the sky and Zelos could only sigh as he bent down to gather his weapon and sheath it as well, "The only reason why you won is because I'm still tired," He drawled with that same mocking tone and annoying, cocky grin.

Lloyd shrugged, "Doesn't matter if you're still tired, I won fair and square." He teased, sticking out his tongue, "And you lost."

"Don't get used to it." Zelos muttered, walking up beside Lloyd and poking the other's chest, "Because tomorrow you're going to kiss my shoes."