Saint Seiya: NC-17

[1st MuxShaina fic where they aren’t a secondary pairing. One starry night, the Ophiuchus and Aries Saints cross paths…]



I haven’t felt so depressed in my life before now…I think. As I walk through the streets in a daze, a bottle in hand, I barely notice the four men approaching me and the shining, silver dart one of them is carrying. He stabs me with it, and my legs give way. They grab me quickly and are leading me towards an alley. That’s when I realize it. They plan to rape me! I also realize I could barely move a muscle. As a Saint of Athena I should have shrugged it off. Given my drunkenness however…I was weak. Weak, vulnerable, and alone. Or…so I thought. When he showed up.



I was surprised to see that light green colored head among a group of men with unkind smiles. If I hadn’t been there at the time, a female saint would have been shamed. So, I followed them. Spying on them from a roof, I accessed they were all armed with guns. Not that it mattered. Firearms were rendered obsolete when it came to Saints. I teleported behind the two who were watching towards the entrance and used my psychokinesis to dismantle their guns. They would appear fine…until the trigger was pulled. The gun would just fall apart after that. Finally, I tapped the leader on the shoulder.



My eyes widened. Him? Here!? But wasn’t Mu of Aries a hermit? The definition of hermit is one who seeks wisdom by isolating their person from society, and I suppose Mu did live in a well-isolated area, but I honestly wasn’t expecting this. In fact, he was the one I least expected to show up. Well, him, Shaka, and that purple-skinned old shrimp. I watched him punch my once-would-be rapist without a word. The thugs at the entrance pulled out their guns and tried to shoot my savior but the guns fell apart. They fell, too. The third guy, whose gun was intact, managed to shoot him in the shoulder and the stomach. He muttered a curse and knocked him out before going over to help me up.



I helped Shaina to her feet before going over to the man and breaking his gun in half while simultaneously stalling the bleeding in my injuries. I will let the blood flow when we get to Jamir.



He teleported us right within the spire. Or rather, where he kept his apothecary, which was a kind of hollowed underground greenhouse as well. He cut some leaves from a plant, grabbed roots from a jar, etc. I could hear his soft curses as he cut himself by accident with the shears. “Mu, are you sure you…” “I’m fine, but my hands are obviously not.” He replies tersely, and teleports us to the kitchen. As I watch his lithe form settle on the cot, I can’t help but notice how defined his arms and chest are. Oh, to caress… ‘Shaina, what are you doing!?’ I self-berate myself only to gasp at the blood that’s pooling out.



There. I’ve stopped the “artificial clotting”, as Shion called it. Shaina grabs a wet towel to soak it up. I stop her, pushing the towel away and handing her a mirror instead. “I’m performing self-surgery. Don’t move the mirror.” Truthfully, I was expecting it to shake since she hadn’t fully recovered all feeling in her body; but I think she understood since the mirror stood straight and at the preferred angle. I reach for the somewhat-heated tongs and dip them in the disinfectant.



I watch him grimace slightly as he pulls out the one on his shoulder and drops it in the bowl. The pool of blood is also widening. I think I can now pronounce he is soaked in blood, more or less. I have yet to see a part that doesn’t have blood on it. I glance at Mu’s bloodstained hair; is it just me, or is that somehow attractive? Suddenly, just as the tongs clamped on the bullet, I dropped the mirror.



I felt jabs of pain as I pulled it. But the strange thing was, something was soothing the pain, banishing it. Shaina. She was kissing me. And it felt wonderful. I didn’t want to stop, but I had to bandage my wounds. “Shaina…” I managed to gasp. “The blood…” Somehow, she managed to bandage both my wounds while still kissing me.



I can’t believe this! What came over me!? I was kissing a Gold Saint, and it wasn’t Aioria or Milo as everyone expected; it was Aries Mu, of all people! Just as I was berating myself a thought occurred to me: Mu wasn’t pushing me back…



For some reason, I had, like Camus, never really shown any interest in women. I’m sure it wasn’t because I preferred men; I hadn’t shown interest in men, either. Otherwise, I would have pined for Shiryu*. Another theory would be that I didn’t trust women, but that one was obsolete. I had met Shaina before; I merely forgot how and when. I also realized I loved her, and desired for her to be mine, and mine alone. My hands wrapped around her waist and slid beneath her shirt…



My eyes open when I feel his hands on my back, caressing it. It sends electricity down my spine. I am faintly aware of his hands ascending my back, bringing my shirt up with them. My lip trembles slightly, my eyes shut tight. I don’t want to him to stop…



I pull the shirt over her head, cursing the cold and use my cosmos to wrap us in heat. We don’t stop kissing; I feel lightheaded because of the sensations running through me. ‘Like the Cloths when they sing…’ I think to myself, remembering all those colors I see when I heal the Cloths, remembering their glorious song. Vaguely, I wonder what the Ophiuchus Cloth is like in color and song. I pull out of the kiss.



He had a strange expression, like curiosity mixed with passion and fervor. I don’t know precisely what Mu was thinking, but had a hunch that it was Cloth-related. ‘He sees and senses something the rest of us don’t…’ I think. Mu stares at me in fascination; his almost-black dark green eyes burning through me, making me want to become liquid. I whimper softly; such a terrible gaze…!



I think I scared her a bit. I pull her close to me while massaging her shoulders, watching the bra strap slip past her shoulder and down her arm. Shaina places her palms on my chest, kissing my neck as she feels my abdomen. Her hands rake through my bloodstained hair as though in fascination; I keep expecting those Thunder Claws she likes so much.



Mu fumbles with the bra clasp as I place one of my hands on his groin. It’s not quite firm yet, but getting there. Out of frustration, I yank his tight black jeans open, and I think I almost broke his boxers. At the same time, I hear a snap; he broke my underwear. “Mu…” I hear myself say somewhat fearfully.



I thrust my pelvis towards Shaina’s; I wanted her to feel what I was going through. She paled a bit before we stripped ourselves completely. I gazed enraptured at her body; it was the most gorgeous thing I ever saw. She was the most gorgeous, perfect creature in my eyes. A goddess on earth, some say. In Buddhism, we call these beings “Bodhitsavvas”. Through me you will achieve Enlightenment… The line was certainly fitting, and I suppose, so was the name.



“Bodhitsavva…” He muttered softly; at least, that’s what I thought he said. I wasn’t familiar with the word, but said nothing of it. Mu cups one of my breasts and massages it. It feels so good, I almost shriek when he starts kissing it. My breathing is heavy now, and the Jamilon knows it; he looks up and smiles, somewhat malevolently, at me. Mu goes back to pleasuring me, and I don’t try to deter him from that.



She’s enjoying this. I had thought that I wouldn’t know what to do as opposed to what Shion told me when we had talked about these things. He said one simple statement: Don’t think about it, and let love do the rest. Perhaps this is what he was talking about. “The act of sex…it is sacred, and symbolic of the oneness between the Sacred Masculine and the Sacred Feminine. Did you not know of Hieros Gamos, Mu? That is one of many expressions of Love.” He said one day while taking a break from rigorous training. I didn’t fully understand, of course. I did note that Shion sounded wistful, almost sad when he said it, toying with that ring on his right middle finger. Reflecting on this, I started nibbling Shaina’s breasts.



He had a pensive look on his face as he fondled and played with my breasts; the nipples were erect now, and his playing was causing a pleasurable pain on them. I moaned a bit, and yelped as his kisses trailed down my abdomen to my navel and finally, my sex. Mu paused, thinking. Barely five seconds passed before his tongue plunged into my womanhood. I pushed his head closer, grabbing fistfuls of bloodstained lavender hair and shouting in Italian. When I came, he licked it clean. I open an eye to see a silver crescent-shape scar on his lower back. Curious, I press it when my hand reaches its intended target.



I feel like I’m on fire! Shutting my eyes to ignore the sensation, I realized Shaina has seen my ocassus. The annoying hindrance of it was that it was opposite to my navel, which is the sexual chakra. In other words, it was quite sensitive and receptive to touch. It was incredible what I felt; I was wrapped in a sheet of flame. Lust was also growing on me. I lift Shaina’s hand off my back and hold them both with one wrist.



That smirk…it doesn’t look very nice. “Shaina, don’t ever try that again.” I frown. “What’s wrong?” Pause. “It’s very sensitive.” He replies. Mu makes me get on my knees, still holding both hands with one. He lets go but they are suspended in the air by psychokinesis. I realize his intentions, and I realize I was expecting it; not only was this my punishment for earlier, but I was completely at his mercy. So, there was nothing left but to open my mouth.



‘That’s right, Shaina.’ I think to myself. ‘This is your punishment. I place my already-swollen member into her mouth. Or tried to; I think it seemed enormous to her. I try a second time and succeed; and I’m suddenly seeing red. My breath hitches at the sudden sensation of pleasure as she sucks my cock with intensity. “Ugh…” Out of the corner of my eye I see her devilish smile and she increases the intensity. I lost enough concentration so that one hand came free to caress my “family jewels”.



Strange. He should have ejaculated by now. I shrug it off and continue sucking. Suddenly, Mu stops me, releases my other hand and places me on the cot he used for his self-surgery. Not saying a word, he starts caressing my thighs down to my legs while spreading my legs apart. In less than an eye blink the Aries Saint introduced his member in me and started thrusting. And increasing in speed with every thrust.



I do not really understand this sudden drive to penetrate Shaina. I suppose love is part of it; I don’t know about the rest. She starts whimpering as though in pain. I bring her up to me so that the kiss will distract her. The whimpers turn to muffled, pleasured moans. When I pulled out Shaina was gasping something in Italian. I kept increasing, until I felt something contract around my manhood and my semen burst inside her. Then I felt perfection.



We had reached a double orgasm; it was beautiful. Mu was smiling as he lay on me. I loved that gorgeous smile and I kissed it. “Kalos Eromenos… Bodhitsavva no Shaina… You are beautiful and I want to love you.” He half-muttered, putting several languages in one sentence. I laughed.



She laughed softly, making me blink. “Mu…I only understood half of what you told me. Even though I like how it sounds.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” I reply. “Bodhitsavva is a bhuddist term. It’s a person who achieved enlightenment but decided to stay on Earth to guide others towards Bhuddahood.” She blinked those beautiful eyes. “So that’s what you think of me…?” Shaina inquired.



I was touched. For a moment, I couldn’t believe that this gentle man was dangerous, in more ways than one. His latest comment interrupted my thought-stream. “You will be missed at Sanctuary.” I smirk. “Who gives a damn?” He smiles again, and teleports both of us to his bedroom. I didn’t show up at Sanctuary until 1:00 am the next day.



Notes



[1] This is a reference to Animom’s wonderful fic Intermezzo, which takes place during the Black Saints chapter in the Sanctuary arc. It has slight shounen-ai pairing of MuxShiryu.



[2] Hieros Gamos is the Greek term for “Holy matrimony”. Shion was referring to a sacred Egyptian rite, which reenacts the story of Isis and Osiris. To learn more about it, get a copy of Dan Burstein’s Secrets of The Code.



[3] Ocassus means “sunset”. In Intermezzo, it was a part of the Jamilon’s anatomy that was opposite to the sexual chakra.



[4] Kalos Eromenos means “Beautiful Beloved”. Also picked this up from Intermezzo.



A/N: This is a gift for Shunjune.