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Chain of Resurrection	By : Carpentaria Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Views: 7643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

Tenma stared at the door absentmindedly. Several days had passed since Kagaho had witnessed his punishment, and his heart still clenched painfully whenever he thought about it.

He hadn’t left Hades’ rooms, too embarrassed and afraid he might bump into Kagaho. A part of him also feared that other Specters had heard what had happened. They would no longer look at him as a strong enemy, but as prey, someone they could hunt and potentially hurt.

He pressed his lips together and wrapped his arms around his knees. He had been trapped in a depression-like state for a while now. He knew nothing would change if he stayed in these rooms, yet he couldn’t force himself to act. He had attempted to leave several times but he always faltered at the end, turning away from the door and heading back to his room.

Hades had watched him carefully, but hadn’t tried to touch him again. Tenma didn’t know how he would react if the god attempted to initiate anything intimate. A part of him longed for Hades’ touch, but another part also associated such actions with betrayal and humiliation. He never wanted to experience anything like that ever again.

He wanted to get up and confront Hades but he just couldn’t make himself move. But nothing will change unless I do something! He needed to go to a place where he could let loose and release all the pent-up emotion and energy threatening to choke him.

He slowly uncurled his body and took a deep breath. Leaving Hades’ rooms meant the likelihood of bumping into Specters. As long as it isn’t Kagaho, I can do it. He didn’t know how he would react if or when he came face-to-face with the powerful Specter again.

He pushed those thoughts away and stood. He hesitated briefly before taking a step forward and then another until he stood in front of the doors separating Hades’ chambers from the rest of the castle.

Go on, he urged himself and pushed the doors open. He looked outside and let out a sigh of relief when no one was there. He stepped out and closed the door quietly behind him. He paused for a few moments before making his way donw the hallway. So far he had not encountered any Specters yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

He wasn’t quite sure he was going the right way, but he did not stop any of the passing Specters to ask for directions. Don’t show any fear. Let them think you know where you’re going, he thought to himself and let a blank mask settle over his face. After a while he finally recognised where he was and allowed a small smile to appear.

Ha paused in front of the huge doors leading to the arena and listened hard. When he didn’t hear any sounds of fighting or cheering, he pushed one of the doors open and slipped through.

The arena seemed that much larger when it was empty. He carefully made his way towards the centre while keeping a sharp eye out for any potential Specters lurking in the shadows. He stopped in the middle of the circular platform and looked around. Despite the coldness, the arena actually reminded him a bit about the training grounds at Sanctuary. He let himself dwell in fond memories for a few minutes before forcing himself back to the present.

As he looked about a tingle of restless energy ran down his spine. He rolled his shoulders and rolled back and forth on his feet. Staying in this place reminded him that he hadn’t trained properly in a long time.

If I want to fight Hades, I need to get stronger!

He didn’t have his Cloth – Hades still had it hidden somewhere – but that didn’t mean he couldn’t train. Before he got his Cloth, he had trained hard every day with Dohko and the other trainees.

Checking one last time to make sure he really was alone, Tenma began a series of warm-up exercises, getting his muscles warm, stretching tendons and flexing his joints. He then began running laps around the arena, putting in a sprint every now and then. When he felt he was warm enough, he stopped running and allowed his heart to settle a bit.

He then dropped into a series of basic fighting exercises, allowing his body to fall into the familiar patterns. His fight against Hades and Kagaho had revealed a serious error in his fighting abilities: he relied too much on brute strength. While he had a tremendous amount of power, his opponents had been both faster and more skilled than him.

First, he needed to go back to basics. Once they became as natural as breathing, he could begin to focus on different fighting techniques. He repeated the exercises again and again, increasing his speed each time. Soon, he moved through them in a single flow, not missing a single step. He continued even as his muscles began to burn.

Ignore it. You still have energy, he thought and breathed heavily through his nose. He was so focused that he failed to sense the figure that had slipped through the doors. He only stopped when his body quivered violently. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground, and his skin was slick. He sat down and then fell back.

As he lay gasping for breath, he couldn’t hold back a grin. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this good. Even though his muscles burned, his entire being was humming with life.

I’m not broken.

The thought sent a sense of empowerment through him and he jumped to his feet. He dropped down into a fighting stance and then began the exercises all over again. He continued for several hours, completely unaware of a pair of dark eyes watching his every move.

Tenma continued to spend as much time as possible in the arena training. When he was unable to go there, he stayed in his room and worked on his flexibility. If Hades noticed any changes, he didn’t say. The god had spent most of his time away these last few days, which was fine with Tenma.

Today, he had slipped out as soon as he had eaten a healthy breakfast. The arena was empty again and he immediately began his workout. After a while he suddenly became aware of another presence. He paused and looked around.

“I know you’re here!” he yelled. A familiar chuckle filled the arena and his hackles immediately went up. A familiar god with long blonde hair stepped out of the shadows.

“What are you doing here?” Tenma asked angrily. Hypnos smirked mockingly, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light.

“I simply came to see of the rumour was true. The Specters have been talking about you for several days now,” the god of sleep said. Tenma’s eyes widened in surprise. He had thought his trips to the arena had gone unnoticed, but clearly the Specters were more observant than he gave them credit for.

“Well, you’ve seen me now, so get the hell out,” Tenma hissed and turned away from Hypnos. Big mistake. He didn’t have time to react when a cold presence appeared directly behind him. His body was frozen in place, held there by an immense Cosmos. He could only watch as a hand appeared in front of his eyes.

“You really are a foolish child,” Hypnos whispered. “You might be powerful, but you lack skill and experience. Did you really think you could defeat an immortal god such as myself or Lord Hades?”

Tenma tried to answer, but a terrible drowsiness settled over his mind, clouding his thoughts and his ability to think. He tried to lift an arm to push Hypnos’ hand away, but it felt like the limb weighted a ton.

“You, and every other Saint, is nothing more than toys! Your only reason for existing is to amuse us. No one will care if we kill you, and no one will be able to stop us if we want to torture you,” Hypnos continued in a seductive voice. He grinned when he sensed the young man’s mind slowly slip into a coma-like state. A few more moments and Pegasus would be nothing more than a mindless doll.

“That is enough, Hypnos,” a cold voice rang out. Hypnos stiffened and then quickly stepped back. Tenma swayed unsteadily on his feet as his mind was suddenly released.

He turned his head and caught sight of Hades, both glad and angry at seeing the god. He did not want to deal with Hades as well as Hypnos.

“Lord Hades,” Hypnos said in a neutral voice. The two gods stared at one another for long moments. Tenma bit his lip and tried to keep from twitching. The air was charged with electricity as a battle of wills and dominance took place between the two immortals.

Hades’ gaze intensified as Hypnos continued to silently challenge him. Perhaps it was time to teach the god who ruled who. The Underworld itself seemed to respond to Hades. Their surroundings began to shift and reshape themselves. A loud boom made the ground shake violently, and Tenma almost lost his footing.

“I have allowed you a lot of leeway, Hypnos,” Hades said. His voice was different; it was much deeper and darker than Tenma had ever heard before. It reached out and seemed to grasp hold of his very soul and pull. Tenma fought not to lower himself into a less noticeable position. Something told him it would be best not to move now and draw Hades attention to himself.

Hypnos stared at Hades. The god filled every space of the Underworld, his Cosmos reaching out and touching every being under his command. As he continued to analyse the god before him, Hypnos came to a sudden realisation. There was something different about Hades. The synchronisation between Hades’ soul and his vessel was near-perfect. Previous vessels had not been able to handle Hades’ full power, but this one was different. Alone’s body was almost as compatible as Hades’ own body. And that meant that Hades could not be so easily controlled as the previous times.

“Did you think I didn’t know what you and Thanatos have been up to all this time?” Hades questioned in a low voice. Hypnos kept his face blank and did not answer. Hades laughed quietly.

“I have been watching you, observing you from the deepest part of the Underworld as you schemed and planned. You believed you could control me again, only this time I was several steps ahead of you both.”

He raised a hand and pointed a finger straight at Hypnos. The God of Sleep did not move. “Let this be a lesson to the both of you. Never. Disobey. Me.” A purple light shot forward and hit Hypnos straight in the forehead. The god let out a cry of surprise and fell to his knees, clutching his head in his hands. He then looked up at Hades in disbelief when he realised what Hades had done.

“I have sealed your powers, Hypnos. Perhaps a few centuries without them will teach you never to attempt to manipulate me again,” Hades said with a cold smile. “Now leave, before I get truly angry.”

Hypnos rose to his feet and, without looking at either of them, left the arena. Only when Hypnos had left, did Hades release his hold on the Underworld. The arena assembled itself and their surroundings morphed back into their original shapes. Tenma took a deep breath, not realising he had been holding it the entire time.

Hades slowly turned around and Tenma found himself the sole focus of Hades’ attention. He straightened his back and met Hades’ eyes. They stared at one another for a moment before Hades smiled and walked closer to him.

“I see that you have been hard at work again today,” he said. Tenma raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Kagaho has been watching you for several days now,” Hades explained. “He has been reporting to me about your progress.”

Tenma’s mood immediately darkened at the mention of Kagaho’s name. Knowing that Kagaho had been watching him all this time had his heart pounding with both fear and anger.

“There is no need for you to continue to dwell on the past, Tenma,” Hades said. “Your punishment is over and done with, and I will not hold it against you.”

“I haven’t thought about it once,” Tenma lied. Hades chuckled at the obvious lie, but did not say anything else about it. Instead, he ran his eyes over Tenma’s body, nodding in approval at what he saw.

“I can see that your training has been affective already. Perhaps it was wrong of me to keep you locked up all the time,” he said. Tenma bit back a sarcastic reply. Of course it had been wrong to keep him locked up!

“However, training is always more effective if you have a partner,” Hades continued and pulled off his outer robe, leaving him in a dark tunic and trousers. Tenma’s eyes widened slightly. Was Hades going to train with him?

“I think we will focus on increasing your physical strength and stamina for now. Once you are one par with Specters like Kagaho and Minos, we will focus on your ability to control your Cosmos,” Hades said and dropped down into a defensive stance. “Come.”

Tenma stared at Hades for a moment. He did not know how to feel about this unexpected turn of events. Hades had hurt him terribly that day with Kagaho, and a part of him wanted to tell the god to leave him alone. But he also couldn’t deny the desire to stay close to Hades. There was a powerful force binding them together, making it impossible to stay away for long.

Hades made a sudden move and Tenma instinctively flipped back, landing effortlessly some distance away. He forced those confusing thoughts and feelings away and focused his attention on Hades.

The air around him became hot with energy as his Cosmos stirred deep within him, eager to be released. He held back, knowing it wasn’t time to use those powers yet. He zeroed in on Hades and then leaped forward like a pouncing predator. He dropped into a crouch and kicked out, aiming to sweep Hades feet off his feet.

Hades jumped back and then struck out with his fist, aiming for Tenma’s head. The young man rolled away and jumped to his feet once more. They circled one another, waiting for the right moment to attack. Powerful kicks and deadly punches were delivered without hesitation as they clashed.

They weaved in and out of each other’s reach before charging forward again. They rapidly gained speed until they seemed to simply vanish from sight. Neither of them knew how much time had passed. All their focus was on each other. They danced back and forth as is they had practiced these moves a thousand times. To an outsider, they looked more like partners performing a very complex dance than two opponents fighting.

Tenma breathed harshly as the continuous fighting back wearing him down, but he refused to give up now. He would not let Hades beat him! He moved his body into another offensive position when he suddenly felt something in his right calf tear. He bit back a cry of pain and shifted his body, putting more weight on his left foot.

Those few seconds of inattention was all Hades needed. He charged forward with frightening speed and slammed into Tenma. The young man cried out as Hades landed on top of him and pressed him into the ground. He struck out with a fist, but Hades easily caught his wrist in a tight grip. Powerful thighs squeezed his hips and prevented him from kicking. His other arm was caught as well, making it impossible to escape. Only when he stopped struggling did Hades release his wrists.

“You did very well, Tenma,” Hades said with a small smile. “I did not expect you to last this long without using your Cosmos.” Tenma’s chest tightened pleasantly at the praise, and he fought not to let it show on his face.

“I do believe you deserve a reward,” Hades whispered and leaned down.

“W-what do you-“ Tenma’s word were caught off when Hades gently sucked on his neck. He moaned as the touch sent shivers of pleasure through his body. His skin burned where Hades’ lips continued to suck and bite. He unconsciously turned his head to the side, giving Hades better access.

Hades murmured something before biting down, sinking his teeth into tender flesh. Tenma let out a cry of pleasure and arched up, hands gripping strong shoulders and pulling the god closer to him. Hades pulled back after several moments, smirking at the sight of the bruise on Tenma’s neck. It was a deep red, but he knew it would soon turn a dark purple.

“Hades,” Tenma whispered in a broken voice. His eyes were shimmering with pleasure and his face was flushed. All-in-all he looked like one big invitation and who was Hades to turn him down?

He leaned down again, this time pausing inches from Tenma’s face before claiming his mouth in an all-consuming kiss. He pushed past parted lips and entangled his tongue with Tenma’s.

Loud panting filled the air as a different kind of battle took place. Hades let out a groan when Tenma sucked on his tongue. The young man was no longer hesitating; he was using everything he had to try and dominate the kiss. Hades allowed this for a few moments before pulling back slightly. Luminous eyes stared up at him. Those red pools were bright with desire, even when they narrowed slightly with irritation. Hades smirked.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he promised in a dark voice. He caught Tenma’s mouth in another mind-blowing kiss.

Some time later, Hades finally released Tenma. The young man was splayed out on the ground, his face flushed and his clothes ruffled. As Hades took in his beautiful form, he had to force himself not to pounce. He did not want others to barge in on their lovemaking. Besides, he also had a meeting to attend to. He had given Tenma a last kiss before leaving with an order to return to their rooms before dinner.

After Hades left, Tenma remained on the ground. His body was humming with pleasure. He slowly sat up and took a deep breath. Whenever Hades touched him like that, he always lost the ability to think. He climbed to his feet and shook his body, trying to get rid of the restless, sexual energy. He then left the arena and made his way back towards Hades’ chamber. A nice, hot bath would do his sore muscles some good.

“Tenma…”

Tenma stopped dead in his tracks. His heart slammed against his chest and sweat trickled down his neck. He knew that voice! But how was it possible? He decided to ignore those questions for now and followed the voice calling out to him. it was weak and strained, but it was all he needed to find what he was looking for.

After a while he found himself standing in front of a pair of familiar doors. He could sense another presence just beyond although it was weak, as if something was keeping it contained. He pushed the doors open and, with a quick look around, slipped in.

The glass casket stood in the exact same spot. Tenma quickly made his way over, each step making his chest tighten. He stopped in front of it and looked down on the sleeping face of his beloved friend, Alone. Alone seemed just as relaxed as the last time he had seen him, although a small frown had appeared on his forehead.

“Alone, I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” Tenma whispered and lay on hand on the casket. The surface was cold and smooth and hard. He could sense the barrier surrounding the glass, protecting the soul inside. Or keeping it trapped, he thought darkly.

He sat down and leaned back against the glass, allowing the cold to seep into his heated body. It felt good and cleared his head.

“So much has happened, Alone. I don’t even know where to begin,” he said. Alone didn’t answer him of course, but he let himself think that he could hear him. He needed to believe that Alone could hear him, and that could somehow free him. he rested his head against the side of the casket and began telling Alone about everything.

He wasn’t aware that he had drifted off until another familiar presence filled the room. He opened his eyes and gasped when he found Hades staring at him with those blue eyes. They were burning with a mix of anger and desire.

“I see you still have problems with following my orders, Tenma,” he said. Tenma pushed himself up and glared at Hades.

“I’ve only been gone a little while,” he replied. Hades narrowed his eyes.

“You’ve been gone several hours,” he said. Tenma blinked. Had he really been gone that long?

“How did you find this place?” Hades wanted to know. “It’s protected by a barrier.”

“Alone called out to me,” Tenma answered.

“Do not lie to me, Tenma. Tell me the truth,” Hades hissed and took a step forward. Tenma held his ground and glared back.

“I’m not! Maybe your barrier is not as strong as you think, or maybe Alone is fighting back,” he snapped. Hades looked at the soul sleeping inside the casket. His barrier was not weak, as Tenma suggested, and Alone shouldn’t be capable of breaking free on his own. One the hand, Alone did share a strong bond with both himself and Tenma, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he was able to reach out.

But that does not mean he should interfere with my relationship with Tenma, Hades thought darkly. “I think,” he began and slowly walked closer to Tenma, “that it is time I showed both of you just who you belong to.”

Before Tenma could reply, he grabbed the young man, spun him around and then forced his upper body down until it rested against the casket, directly above Alone.

“Bastard! Let me go!” Tenma yelled and struggled to push himself up. He froze when a warm hand slipped beneath his tunic and caressed his stomach. The hand then moved up until it reached its destination. He gasped as a nipple was caught and fondled.

“S-stop it!” he hissed and renewed his struggles.

“Careful,” Hades said. “If you struggle too much or release your Cosmos, the casket will break and Alone’s soul will shatter.” Tenma immediately stopped moving.

“You’re lying,” he whispered in a trembling voice. Hades smirked and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Are you willing to take that risk?” he asked and then pinched one of his nipples hard. Tenma cried out, partly in pain, partly in pleasure, as he fingered the tip. The sensitive nub hardened under his fingers. He continued to kiss Tenma’s neck while his other hand moved to the young man’s trousers. He began undoing them when a hand caught his wrist, halting him. He looked up and found Tenma looking at him with desperate eyes.

“Please, not like this,” Tenma pleaded. “Not in front of Alone.”

“But it must be this way, sweet Tenma,” Hades said. “This is a lesson to both of you, one you will do well to remember in the future. You. Belong. To. Me. You should already know this, but it seems your experience with Kagaho was not enough. I’m simply going to remind you of your position.”

“Not here! I want to go back to your rooms!” Tenma said. Hades simply smirked.

“This is not only about punishment, Tenma. I will make sure you enjoy it to the fullest.” With those words, Hades pulled his hand free and set about punishing and pleasuring Tenma.

Hades pulled his hand free and the quickly undid Tenma’s trousers. They slipped down his legs and pooled around his ankles. Tenma couldn’t hold back a sob when a warm hand wrapped around his soft cock and began to stroke him. Hades teased the tip, stroking a finger across the slit. Precum gushed out, wetting his fingers and making it easier to stroke the hot organ in his hand.

A strangled yowl escaped him as Hades tightened his grip, bringing him to a new level of pleasure. His cock was hot and hard, and his balls plum and ripe. Hades touched him with expertise and he couldn’t hold back his gasps of pleasure. He squirmed in Hades tight grip as the god played with his body.

“P-please… no more,” he begged even as his body screamed for more.

“How can you say that when you’re so hard?” Hades whispered in a seductive voice. He fingered the pulsing vein on the underside of Tenma’s cock, smirking when the young man moaned loudly. His fingers were slick with precum, making it easier to fondle the pulsing organ in his hand.

Soon, Tenma was moving his hips in time with his hand, thrusting into the hot touch that made him quiver with pleasure. He gasped when Hades twisted his hand, his fingers stroking the engorged head of his cock. He felt something hot uncoil in his stomach, spreading to the rest of his body. His mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure and he arched mindlessly, unable to stop his body from responding to Hades’ touch.

“That’s it, Tenma,” Hades said. It always amazed him how responsive Tenma was to his touch. The organ in his hand pulsed widely and he knew Tenma was close. He grasped the base of his cock and squeezed, preventing Tenma from reaching his release. “Not yet,” he whispered.

Tenma was lost in a haze of pleasure, but he did feel it when Hades pulled back slightly. “Wha…?” he managed to get out.

“Don’t move,” Hades said. He heard movement from behind and was about to turn around when warm hands settled on his arse and spread his cheeks apart. He blushed in embarrassment when he felt Hades’ burning eyes on his opening. His hole quivered in response to the hot stare and he involuntarily clenched his arse. He had never felt so exposed in his life.

All thoughts of embarrassment were forgotten when something wet circled his hole, and then sank into his hot channel. Bolts of extreme pleasure slammed into him and he let out a wild cry. He would have toppled over if Hades hadn’t been holding him in place.

Hades smirked in satisfaction and then dipped his forward again. Eyes fixed on the pulsing hole in front of him, he ran his tongue along the hairless crack. The flexible muscle then sank into Tenma’s molten heat, caressing his inner walls.

Tenma moaned loudly as Hades continued to suck and lick. His mind was white with pure bliss and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back. He had never felt pleasure like this, and he never wanted it to end. He gasped when Hades licked a long, wet line along his perineum. He struggled to remain standing, gasping with pleasure as that hot tongue caressed his inner walls. A wave of dizziness and heat overcame him. His legs trembled and a mewling cry escaped him as Hades’ tongue traced the outline of his hole.

With a last, lingering lick, Hades pulled back and stood up. He took in the sight of Tenma, upped body lowered over the casket and legs spread and shaking. The sight made his whole body shudder with supressed pleasure. He quickly undid his trousers, sighing when his cock sprang free.

He grabbed Tenma and moved him into a new position. “Keep your legs together,” he said and pressed himself against Tenma’s back They both moaned when his cock pushed against the young man’s wet hole. With a forceful push, he could enter Tenma’s hot body.

Not yet, he thought to himself. He shifted slightly until his cock slipped between Tenma’s thighs. Tenma cried out when he felt Hades’ cock slide against his own. And then the god began to thrust. Heavy panting filled the air as they moved together. Hades had one hand on his hip, guiding his movements, while the other moved to his nipples and began rolling and pinching the hard nubs.

Tenma moved his hips in sync with Hades, meeting the god’s every thrust. He pressed his thighs tightly together, gripping the thrusting shaft in a hot grip. Hades let out a hiss. His hand tightened on Tenma’s hip as he used the boy’s body to stroke his aching cock. He could only imagine what it would feel like to thrust inside Tenma’s hot body.

Their movements became more erratic as they neared their release. Loud gasps and cries of pleasure filled the room. And then it came. Tenma threw his head back with a soundless cry as his climax crashed over him, hot cum spurting from the tip of his cock in long, milky ropes.

Hades came seconds after. He groaned deeply and then sank his teeth into Tenma’s neck to muffle the sound. Hot, creamy cum painted Tenma’s abdomen and thighs. As he rested against the young man, he caught the sound of sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” Tenma sobbed. The young man was trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. But that was not why he was crying. His gaze was fixed on Alone’s soul. He sank down to his knees, head pressed against the cold surface of the casket. A single tear ran down his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over again.

“Do not be sad, Tenma,” Hades said as he fastened his clothing. “I’m sure Alone felt and heard your feelings quite clearly.”

Tenma turned and glared at him with heated, wet eyes. Hades kneeled down and caught his chin and a firm grip.

“Remember this well, Tenma. You are mine! If you continue to resist me, I will have no choice but to get rid of the people that inspire such rebellion in you.”

Tenma’s eyes widened at the threat. He bit back an angry reply.

“I will never stop trying to free Alone, but I won’t do anything to oppose you openly,” he said. Hades grip tightened for a moment before he released him and stood.

“Very well, Tenma. I will look forward to this little game of ours. Just remember that I always get what I want.”

Not this time, Tenma thought. I’m going to free Alone and Sasha and everyone else! Just you wait.
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