I wrote this in a fit of mid-exam week hysteria. When we were out of coffee. yeh. Out of coffee. I've no idea whether I should continue this, please r & r nd let me know, personally I dont think its any good but i'm getting reviwe withdrawal symptoms... enjoy the caffeine deprived madness!

Kratos awoke to find himself rising.. And falling.. And rising.. And falling and..

"Zelos."

"yeeeeees?

"What the hell am I doing slung over your shoulder?"

"AHA!"

"… yes?"

"don't you mean what the hell are YOU doling not waking up when I slung you over my shoulder over half an hour ago?"

Kratos contemplated this. Kratos felt stupid.

"No.."

"Well you should. Otherwise some other dashing stranger will fling you over their shoulder and have their wicked way with you."

Kratos sighed.

"And you're hear to do .. What with me, exactly."

Zelos smiled, devilishly. And unceremoniously dropped him.

"Were here."

The tower of salvation.

"Here?"

"Yup."

"…"

"Kratooos.."

"What."

"D'you remember last night?"

"Vaguely."

"And no matter where we went to get a little… privacy … someone always followed. And interrupted."

"Um.. Yeh.. And?"

Zelos smiled again. Scary.

"This lift takes you to the top of the tower."

"Yes I know Zelos, I help design it…"

"Mhhm."

"… and ?"

"Aaaand.."

"What?"

"Takes an hour."

"Ye-… are you suggesting…"

Zelos raised an eyebrow

"You are aren't you?! You're actually suggesting that we sing our way through the entire score of Cats?? You naughty naughty man!"

Picking Kratos up once more and this time hurling him into the lift, Zelos hit the button to close the door behind him, removed his waistcoat and loosened his trousers.

"Well who knows… lots of things you can do in a lift…"