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Chapter 2
Seiya looked confused as Aiolia stepped closer
to him. “What does that mean exactly…that you’re going to turn me into a man?”
Seiya hoped it was only some simple task. “It’s a rite of passage for those who
want to be a Saint. Everyone goes through it. Marin and I both had to do it
before we were allowed to compete for our cloth.” Aiolia remained at a
distance, not wanting to scare the poor boy.
“What is it?” Seiya did not back down from
wanting to know the details. Marin had always taught him that the more
knowledge he had about something, the better he could prepare for it.
Aiolia raked his hands through his scruffy hair
before answering. “It’s fun. Trust me.” He turned his back to Seiya and
mentally berated himself again. Fun…what the hell did I say that for?! God
I hope he doesn’t hate me after this. He turned back around, Seiya stared
at him stupidly, waiting for an answer. Aiolia decided to try a different
approach and he contorted his mouth into a broad smile.
“Well let’s get started.” Aiolia clapped his
hands together like he was preparing a kindergarten class to start singing
nursery rhymes. His fake excitement frightened Seiya. “Are you okay Leo?”
Seiya spoke respectfully to the Gold Saint. Aiolia sighed and dropped his Mary
Poppins act.
“Look Seiya. This might not be easy, but I
promised Marin and you have to go through it one way or another. It’s for your
own benefit, it will make you stronger.” Aiolia’s serious tone was more normal
to Seiya and he relaxed.
“Well whatever it is, I can deal with it. So
let’s just do it.” Seiya stepped up to the challenge, although he was still
clueless as to what the training involved. Aiolia smiled, “Just remember you
said that.” He was impressed to see Seiya’s unrelenting desire to win his
cloth. The Gold Saint moved through the temple, motioning for the teen to
follow him.
Seiya was confused when they wound up in
Aiolia’s large bedroom. He even jumped a little when the Saint clicked the lock
on the door, closing them in together. Seiya gulped nervously and looked at the
giant bed, the main piece of furniture in the room. Aside from a bedside table,
an armoire and a large trunk for storage, the room was pretty bare.
What could we be doing in here? Not really
a setting for going over training tactics. Seiya tried to figure out what
was going on, his mind racing for a logical answer. He was so wrapped up in his
thoughts he did not notice that Aiolia was now standing topless in front of
him. “Huh?” Seiya caught sight of the half naked man from the corner of his
eye.
The larger man glided quickly into Seiya’s
personal space. “What are you doing?” Seiya asked timidly, backing away.
“Just relax, I promise this won’t hurt…too much.” The Saint reached his
muscular arms to grab the teen, but Seiya bolted away from him, running to the
far side of the bed. “What’s going to hurt? Tell me!” Seiya yelped.
Aiolia groaned in frustration, this isn’t
working. He placed himself on the opposite side of the bed, staring at
Seiya. He tried to explain the situation, reasoning with the boy. “This
particular training technique is meant for two reasons. First, during combat,
the body and mind experience pain. There are two ways to overcome pain. One,
you block it out…but that’s really hard, especially as a beginner. It takes
years to work up to that. Two, you replace the pain with pleasure. But you
have to experience pleasure before you can use it against pain.”
Seiya eyed him carefully, taking in the situation. “Okay, what’s
the second reason?” Aiolia did not understand this reason himself, but told him
anyway. “To be a Saint, you must have experience. You have to have trained and
have life experience, so you can’t be a virgin…” Aiolia trailed off hoping
Seiya would not hear him. The youth’s wide eyed response told him he had
heard.
“A virgin?!” Seiya bellowed trying to process
the information. He began to panic. “What does that mean?” The soon to be
Pegasus Saint questioned the Saint. “That means Seiya…I’m going to take your
virginity today.” He started moving around the bed to get Seiya, but the teen
jumped onto the mattress and ran across it toward the door.
Fumbling with the lock, Seiya banged on the
door in frustration when it would not budge. He could sense Aiolia slowly
coming for him but he refused to turn around and face his fate. “Seiya…”
Aiolia whispered, gently placing a hand on the frightened boy’s shoulder. “I
promise to be gentle with you, most don’t get that luxury.”
Seiya whimpered from the warm hand touching him
and the images flashing in his mind of what was to come. His fear was mixed
with partial excitement. Everyone fantasized about losing their virginity one
day, he had just always imagined losing it to a giggling girl, not a serious
Gold Saint.
Aiolia spoke again, “Marin would die for you
Seiya. She would not have asked me to do this if she did not feel it was in
your best interest.” Seiya turned around and faced his teacher. “Will it
hurt?” His eyes were big with anxiousness and fear. “Not if I can help it.”
Aiolia took Seiya’s hand and led him to the bed.
Seiya walked slowly, his feet were heavy in an
attempt to stall. They stopped a foot from the bed and Aiolia lifted his hand
to caress Seiya’s cheek. Feeling a rise of heat to his face, Seiya blushed when
he found he enjoyed the touch. “Please don’t hate me.” Aiolia’s eyes begged
for forgiveness.
Not knowing how to react, Seiya just stared at
him and nodded. The rough hand moved and a finger glided across his bottom
lip. It pushed his lips apart and hooked inside his mouth. Aiolia used the
leverage to pull Seiya’s mouth in for their first kiss. He leaned down, his
height a head taller than the Japanese boy’s and captured the soft, untouched
lips.
Aiolia pulled his body closer while his tongue
slipped into Seiya’s mouth. The Gold Saint deepened the kiss with lust that he
had been harboring since he found out he would get to sleep with Seiya. He
preferred Marin, his feelings for her made their passion intense. However,
having lost his own innocence to a man, he always lusted after both sexes,
especially brunettes like Seiya. Aiolia also enjoyed being the dominant lover
and preferred those that were smaller in stature to him, Marin and Seiya both
falling into that category.
His free hand came up and gripped the teen’s
shoulder, squeezing it with a restrained strength. Seiya kept his arms by his
side, totally clueless as to what to do with them. Aiolia reached down and
guided Seiya’s hands, one to rest on his lower back, the other on his hip.
Feeling hands start to roam his body, Seiya moved his hands on Aiolia, mimicking
the touches. Even if he was hesitant, Seiya would not shy away from learning
the most from this experience if it would make him stronger.
Aiolia tugged Seiya’s shirt up, indicating he
wanted to remove it. Breaking the kiss, he watched as Seiya lifted his arms
above his head so he could pull the shirt off. The Gold Saint took a moment to
take in the defined chest on his student before his hands went to undo his
pants, unzipping them. Seiya gasped as Aiolia’s hands pushed his pants down,
helping him step out of them. Standing only in his briefs, Seiya’s fear
returned as the Saint’s fingers reached for his underwear.
“Uhh..” Seiya uttered a sound showing he was
uncomfortable. Aiolia grinned and removed his hands from the boy’s last piece
of clothing. Instead, he grabbed one of Seiya’s hands, placing it at the
entrance to his own pants. “Take them off.” He instructed.
Seiya’s hands trembled as he unbuttoned the
pants, unzipped them and started to tug them off. He tried desperately to keep
his hands on the sides but when the pants would not budge very far, Seiya had to
move them to Aiolia’s butt to hoist them down. Still not able to remove them,
Seiya’s hands traveled to the front.
He pulled and yanked but found they were stuck
on something. He reached his hand inside the pants to create room between the
fabric and the body and discovered the block, Aiolia’s erection. Seiya pulled
his hands back immediately as if he had been burned. “It’s okay Seiya. That’s
supposed to happen. Keep going.”
Seiya was unsure and hesitated on moving.
Aiolia was patient, but also getting highly aroused by the innocent creature.
Aiolia placed his large hands over Seiya’s and drew them back to his pants. He
helped him get the tight clothing over his bulging manhood.
Seiya pulled the pants down to the Saint’s
thighs and gulped when his face was met with a rather large and erect cock. He
had to drop to his knees to get the pants off of Aiolia’s feet as the Leo Saint
remained standing. Seiya turned his head away from the member sticking out at
him, trying to ignore it as much as possible, but part of him wanted to reach
out and touch it.
“Stand up.” Aiolia’s tone was soft, but still
direct and Seiya obeyed. Forgetting about his arousal for the moment, Aiolia
pulled Seiya close to him again and reached his hand to his waist. He felt the
teen’s abs, lightly stroking the flesh before letting his hand dip farther,
under the waistband of Seiya’s briefs. Seiya moaned, half in resistance, half
in enjoyment.
“Aiolia…” Seiya called out immediately
realizing he should not have addressed the respected Saint by his first name.
Sensing Seiya’s embarrassment, Aiolia finally made contact with the semi-erect
cock hidden in the briefs. “You can call me by my name…we are lovers after
all.” Aiolia whispered and stole a lusty kiss from his student.
The hand around Seiya’s penis stroked him
masterfully and he could not resist the tension building in his loins. Aiolia
grinned when he felt Seiya’s shaft harden in his fist. Whimpering, Seiya pushed
his cock farther into the hand around it. “That’s it…enjoy it.” Aiolia wanted
Seiya to find pleasure, not fear in his experience.
Lifting the smaller male off the ground, Aiolia
placed him on his back on the bed. In a quick movement, he finished disrobing
the panting youth, the briefs falling to the floor. “Lesson number one…”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Darling Seiya is about to become a
man....(giggles)
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