Polar Opposites
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Characters: Kratos Aurion, Yuan Ka-fai NO-LAST-NAME.
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia.
Pairings: Yuan/Kratos, tiny implied Yggdrasill/Kratos, references to Yuan/Martel and Kratos/Anna.
Warnings/rating: Spoilers for Tales of Symphonia. Smut for the sake of smut, though not explicit. Let's stick on a PG-16 rating, shall we?
Summary: A focus on the natures of Kratos and Yuan, which are so incredibly different when you think about it.
Polar Opposites.
If there was one thing he was very much aware of, it's that he suffered from codependency. There wasn't a moment in his life he hadn't lived for the sake of someone else. Through the course of all those years, the role had shifted a few times. From working to please his parents to serving his beloved queen. From aiding his student's journey to serving his lord. Then, from caring for his beloved wife, he had once again returned to his master's side. Considering how long his life had been, that return was only the briefest of moments. Even so, it had marked him deeply. He knew it hadn't been the right thing to do, yet he'd had no one else to turn to. That was what he'd believed at the time, in any case.
-
Kratos sat on the steps outside Vinheim, head resting in his hand. Some of his muscles were still screaming in agony. Clothes covered his fresh injuries; scratches across his back, bite marks on his neck, bruises on his hips... He was sure that he was a pathetic sight, even if the angels didn't give him a second glance. Even if they were unaware of what went on inside the castle on occasions. Deep down, Kratos knew he'd fallen lower than he'd ever believed possible. It'd been a steady decline, of course, but one he'd been unable to stop.
Footsteps announced the arrival of the only person to actually pay notice to him. A low voice announced that someone did, indeed, think he was a pathetic sight. "Again?"
Hollow ruby eyes looked up to regard Yuan with a blank expression. There was nothing he could say. He had no reason to deny what had happened, or justify it. Kratos was very much aware of his codependency, yet so was his oldest companion. There was a time when Yuan would have tried to defend him. When he would have hidden him from Yggdrasill's wrath. Yet ever since Kratos had betrayed Cruxis to start a family, only to return with his tail between his legs, the half-elf abandoned all hope for change and had seemingly grown to despise him.
"You really are Yggdrasill's loyal dog," Yuan spat, before continuing on his way without looking back.
More than anything, Kratos wanted this to end. He didn't want to have to rely on someone else, bending to their every will just so he could have a purpose to live. It was in his nature, though, and there was nothing he could do about it.
---
If there was one thing he was very much aware of, it's that he was unable to fully place his trust in anyone. He'd lived his life, pushing everyone away and refusing to admit that he needed their company. There was an exception, of course. He was young, foolish, and he'd fallen in love. She was special and the sole person he'd ever grown attached to. She'd died, taking a piece of his heart with her and since then he'd decided never to get close to anyone again. The pain wasn't worth it. He'd spent the next four-thousand years all alone, despite a few people's efforts to change him. Even if he did accept someone, they'd just end up leaving him again. That was what he'd believed at the time, in any case.
-
Yuan leaned against the door, breathing heavily. The back of his head rested against the hard wood, supporting virtually his entire weight. It'd been three years, yet the pain was still just as fresh as the day she passed away. Today was her birthday. She would've turned twenty-four years old. If she were still alive, they would've been married by now. They'd be living happily in the peaceful world they'd fought so hard to create. Yet she was dead, her body already wasting away beneath the soil while her soul remained trapped in her Cruxis Crystal. It hurt him just to think about it.
There was a curt knock, startling Yuan out of his thoughts. A familiar voice spoke from the other side of the door, sounding almost worried. "Yuan. Are you alright? You seemed... distraught today."
Hollow emerald eyes closed for a moment, before looking back up at the ceiling. Why would Kratos even care? Mithos must've sent him. He wouldn't stand for that. There was a time Yuan would have accepted his companion's aid. When he would have told him about his doubts, or how much turmoil he was experiencing. Not anymore. He'd take the stress as usual, pretending he wasn't about to break under all the weight. "I'm fine."
"... If you're certain," Kratos spoke, immediately followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.
More than anything, Yuan wanted it to end. To rely on someone and trust them unconditionally, share with them his feelings and innermost thoughts so that he did not have to suffer by himself. This could never happen, for it simply wasn't in his nature.
---
Fingers entwined with fingers and one of the two shifted restlessly. There was a rustle of blankets and an almost inaudible moan before the silence returned completely. This seemed to be the perfect match. They were polar opposites, yet their natures complemented each other like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Yuan knew he could trust the other and rely on him, because Kratos would never die. Kratos knew he could trust the other and rely on him, because Yuan wouldn't take advantage of him. Even so, this kind of bliss wouldn't last.
-
Sharp gasps, pleasure-filled moans and even the occasional cry of pain drifted through the bedroom in Triet base. This moment of passion would be confined to them and only them. It was shortly after the two worlds were finally reunited. Not even a day. At last they were free from Cruxis' hold and the future was theirs for the taking.
One particularly desperate choking sound, immediately followed by nails digging into his back, caused Yuan to pause his actions. He glanced down at his lover, gaze filled with worry. Even so, the other hastily avoided his gaze, pretending nothing had happened.
"... You trust me, don't you?" Yuan asked, leaning forward to nip at Kratos' collarbone. Meanwhile, his hands continued to massage the man's hips, gently caressing his skin in hopes of making up for the pain he'd accidentally caused.
Kratos couldn't help himself, he automatically leaned into the touch. Yuan had the ability to play him like a puppet and in a situation like this, he was only happy to submit. "Of course."
"Then you'll tell me when I'm hurting you."
"Heh. Only if you do the same."
More than anything, they wanted to change their natures for each other. However, even if it were possible to change after four-thousand years, they couldn't. No matter how perfect the situation, they both knew they'd be seperated again. Derris-Kharlan would leave Aselia's orbit and Kratos would accompany it, while Yuan stayed behind to keep watch over the new World Tree. They'd both accepted the other's decision, though with extreme reluctance. It took them an eternity to find each other, yet circumstances ensured they couldn't be happy together.
Both had their own world to look after, now.
----
I just... ffffffff.... It makes sense in my head, okay? I'll be over there now. Facepalming. Carry on.
Characters: Kratos Aurion, Yuan Ka-fai NO-LAST-NAME.
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia.
Pairings: Yuan/Kratos, tiny implied Yggdrasill/Kratos, references to Yuan/Martel and Kratos/Anna.
Warnings/rating: Spoilers for Tales of Symphonia. Smut for the sake of smut, though not explicit. Let's stick on a PG-16 rating, shall we?
Summary: A focus on the natures of Kratos and Yuan, which are so incredibly different when you think about it.
Polar Opposites.
If there was one thing he was very much aware of, it's that he suffered from codependency. There wasn't a moment in his life he hadn't lived for the sake of someone else. Through the course of all those years, the role had shifted a few times. From working to please his parents to serving his beloved queen. From aiding his student's journey to serving his lord. Then, from caring for his beloved wife, he had once again returned to his master's side. Considering how long his life had been, that return was only the briefest of moments. Even so, it had marked him deeply. He knew it hadn't been the right thing to do, yet he'd had no one else to turn to. That was what he'd believed at the time, in any case.
-
Kratos sat on the steps outside Vinheim, head resting in his hand. Some of his muscles were still screaming in agony. Clothes covered his fresh injuries; scratches across his back, bite marks on his neck, bruises on his hips... He was sure that he was a pathetic sight, even if the angels didn't give him a second glance. Even if they were unaware of what went on inside the castle on occasions. Deep down, Kratos knew he'd fallen lower than he'd ever believed possible. It'd been a steady decline, of course, but one he'd been unable to stop.
Footsteps announced the arrival of the only person to actually pay notice to him. A low voice announced that someone did, indeed, think he was a pathetic sight. "Again?"
Hollow ruby eyes looked up to regard Yuan with a blank expression. There was nothing he could say. He had no reason to deny what had happened, or justify it. Kratos was very much aware of his codependency, yet so was his oldest companion. There was a time when Yuan would have tried to defend him. When he would have hidden him from Yggdrasill's wrath. Yet ever since Kratos had betrayed Cruxis to start a family, only to return with his tail between his legs, the half-elf abandoned all hope for change and had seemingly grown to despise him.
"You really are Yggdrasill's loyal dog," Yuan spat, before continuing on his way without looking back.
More than anything, Kratos wanted this to end. He didn't want to have to rely on someone else, bending to their every will just so he could have a purpose to live. It was in his nature, though, and there was nothing he could do about it.
---
If there was one thing he was very much aware of, it's that he was unable to fully place his trust in anyone. He'd lived his life, pushing everyone away and refusing to admit that he needed their company. There was an exception, of course. He was young, foolish, and he'd fallen in love. She was special and the sole person he'd ever grown attached to. She'd died, taking a piece of his heart with her and since then he'd decided never to get close to anyone again. The pain wasn't worth it. He'd spent the next four-thousand years all alone, despite a few people's efforts to change him. Even if he did accept someone, they'd just end up leaving him again. That was what he'd believed at the time, in any case.
-
Yuan leaned against the door, breathing heavily. The back of his head rested against the hard wood, supporting virtually his entire weight. It'd been three years, yet the pain was still just as fresh as the day she passed away. Today was her birthday. She would've turned twenty-four years old. If she were still alive, they would've been married by now. They'd be living happily in the peaceful world they'd fought so hard to create. Yet she was dead, her body already wasting away beneath the soil while her soul remained trapped in her Cruxis Crystal. It hurt him just to think about it.
There was a curt knock, startling Yuan out of his thoughts. A familiar voice spoke from the other side of the door, sounding almost worried. "Yuan. Are you alright? You seemed... distraught today."
Hollow emerald eyes closed for a moment, before looking back up at the ceiling. Why would Kratos even care? Mithos must've sent him. He wouldn't stand for that. There was a time Yuan would have accepted his companion's aid. When he would have told him about his doubts, or how much turmoil he was experiencing. Not anymore. He'd take the stress as usual, pretending he wasn't about to break under all the weight. "I'm fine."
"... If you're certain," Kratos spoke, immediately followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.
More than anything, Yuan wanted it to end. To rely on someone and trust them unconditionally, share with them his feelings and innermost thoughts so that he did not have to suffer by himself. This could never happen, for it simply wasn't in his nature.
---
Fingers entwined with fingers and one of the two shifted restlessly. There was a rustle of blankets and an almost inaudible moan before the silence returned completely. This seemed to be the perfect match. They were polar opposites, yet their natures complemented each other like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Yuan knew he could trust the other and rely on him, because Kratos would never die. Kratos knew he could trust the other and rely on him, because Yuan wouldn't take advantage of him. Even so, this kind of bliss wouldn't last.
-
Sharp gasps, pleasure-filled moans and even the occasional cry of pain drifted through the bedroom in Triet base. This moment of passion would be confined to them and only them. It was shortly after the two worlds were finally reunited. Not even a day. At last they were free from Cruxis' hold and the future was theirs for the taking.
One particularly desperate choking sound, immediately followed by nails digging into his back, caused Yuan to pause his actions. He glanced down at his lover, gaze filled with worry. Even so, the other hastily avoided his gaze, pretending nothing had happened.
"... You trust me, don't you?" Yuan asked, leaning forward to nip at Kratos' collarbone. Meanwhile, his hands continued to massage the man's hips, gently caressing his skin in hopes of making up for the pain he'd accidentally caused.
Kratos couldn't help himself, he automatically leaned into the touch. Yuan had the ability to play him like a puppet and in a situation like this, he was only happy to submit. "Of course."
"Then you'll tell me when I'm hurting you."
"Heh. Only if you do the same."
More than anything, they wanted to change their natures for each other. However, even if it were possible to change after four-thousand years, they couldn't. No matter how perfect the situation, they both knew they'd be seperated again. Derris-Kharlan would leave Aselia's orbit and Kratos would accompany it, while Yuan stayed behind to keep watch over the new World Tree. They'd both accepted the other's decision, though with extreme reluctance. It took them an eternity to find each other, yet circumstances ensured they couldn't be happy together.
Both had their own world to look after, now.
----
I just... ffffffff.... It makes sense in my head, okay? I'll be over there now. Facepalming. Carry on.