Saint Seiya: NC-17
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Stranger in Paradise
[Here is a pairing I believe is 100% original: Deathmask/Geist. I still don’t know where this should take place, before or after Sanctuary. Maybe I’ll try both.]
Take my hand, I’m a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed, there’s a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you
She was inside her room, which was also a prison when he came. One part of her wondered what were his motives for coming all this way from the homeland, the homeland that banished her to rot in a god-forsaken castle. The other part was certain she knew why he came. Geist smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt of her white dress.
Her hands brushed the small dents on her mask, the ones that made her seem a vampire, or a succubus. Geist wrung her hands and tried in vain to hold back her tears. “What? Come in, already!” The Saint’s voice was quivering. It should not be quivering! “Geist? Are you alright?” Deathmask entered, closing the door gently behind him.
His blue eyes spoke volumes of concern. “Is something wrong, Geist? Your voice…it sounds like you are trying to hold back your tears.” “Since when did you have feelings?” “It doesn’t matter; if you feel like crying your heart out, do it.” He took off her mask, and she fell against his chest, pummeling it with all her strength as her tears streamed out.
Finally, he lifted her and started kissing it. It took a moment or two for her to realize he was kissing away the tears. “Deathmask, why—“ “Don’t call me that here.” Blink. The female Saint looked at him with huge, wide eyes. “Then what do I call you?” “Raziel, for starters. Or…” Pause. “Erastes.” “Why do you want me to call you Lover, D-Raziel?”
“Because I love you, Geist!” With that, the Cancer Saint kissed her on the lips. At first, she tried to struggle but she could not: Geist needed what he offered, needed his entire and complete person. Friendship’s acacia had bloomed into love’s bloody rose. Geist parted her lips open and was swept into oblivion.
I saw your face ascended
Out of the common place and into the rare
Now somewhere out in space I hang suspended
Until I’m certain that there’s a chance that you care
When they pulled out to breathe, both were surprised to find themselves in a precarious position: Raziel lay on top of Geist, his hand on her thigh, and much exposure of skin on that leg. She looked up at him. He shrugged. “I didn’t notice.” “It doesn’t matter.” The female Saint reached up for his shirt and, instead of unbuttoning it like most people, ripped it off.
All the buttons snapped off and hit the walls. “If that’s how it is…” The Cancer Saint took a section of the dress’ skirt and ripped it from the garment. Now the dress barely covered the south region of Geist’s body. The belt followed, then her sleeves soon after. Raziel covered his pants when they came to that.
“At least leave these intact; I can’t go back home naked.” “Fine.” She spread her arms. “If thou lovest me, then love me, Raziel.” The Cancer Saint approached her and began to strip her, all the while kissing Geist. Her hands fumbled with his pants furiously. “Why the hurry?” “I-I’m not sure… But we have to hurry, or we’ll regret it the rest of our lives!”
She didn’t know the why of wanting him to hurry up. The female Saint only knew in the vaguest sense that time was running out for them. Since he was busy taking off his pants, Geist did the Cancer Saint a favor by ripping her dress to shreds. She could always get another one, after all.
The Ghost Saint ran her hands over his exposed chest, not really caring if her nails punctured his skin. Raziel copied her movements, returning the sensation in equal measure. When he kissed her earlobe, her breath hitched. “Relax,” The Cancer Saint told her as he destroyed her underwear. “Everything will be fine.” Geist stared at him, almost hatefully, and certainly with doubt. “Will it, really?” You can’t guarantee that, Deathmask!” Sigh.
“You’re right; I can’t.” Raziel paused, gazing at her through storm-blue eyes. “For now, we are normal people; how many opportunities as such are granted to Saints in one lifetime?” As he spoke, he moved in behind her to fondle her breasts. “I suppose you’re right. But does—“ “What’s your real name?” “R-Ramaela, not that it matters since it was an irony in my life.” The Cancer Saint looked thoughtful as he kissed her neck.
“That’s a beautiful name, Ramaela. Don’t ever forget it, Geist. Do you promise me this?” “O-of course. Yes, I promise I won’t forget my name.” The last part came out in a half-moan, as Raziel had moved down to her maidenhead. He licked it clean, but of course it got wetter as Geist’s deep-throated moans excited him so that he gave up. Raziel flipped them over; Geist was now on top. Her inner sides contracted around his manhood as if trying to devour it.
For the first time since imprisonment in Caja de Muertos and perhaps even earlier, Geist smiled as she rose up and down. Raziel groaned; it was as though a machine was milking him to the point of dehydration. Finally, the two Saints came in a double orgasm, not stopping until the hubris and euphoria settled.
At daybreak, Deathmask glanced towards the bed, smiled at his beloved and teleported back to Sanctuary.
~Epilogue~
Seiya was sympathetic towards his dying foe in his arms. If she was insane, as the rumors told, then why the look of devastation? No matter; it wasn’t important now. “Tell me…what are your connections to Shaina?” Geist spat at him. “I’ll never tell…” She looked past him and extended her arm, as if reaching for something. “See, Raziel? Time’s run out for me!” Her body stiffened, then went slack as her arm fell to her sides. She was dead.
Won’t you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don’t send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel’s arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell her that she need be
A stranger no more
Notes:
[1] Raziel is originally from Jewish lore, meaning “Secret of God”. The angel Raziel was the author of the book Raphael gave to Moses that held instructions to build the Ark, as well as a medicinal text. Of course, I didn’t choose the name for that reason; when I first chose the name I was thinking of a guy friend with the same name. Besides, Deathmask and Andrea just didn’t seem to go well together…
[2] Erastes is the Greek word for “lover”. I also learned this term in Intermezzo.
[3] Like Raziel, Ramaela is an angel, in this case, the Angel of Joy. I forgot whether her name meant “God’s Joy” or “Joy of the Source of the Whole of Existence”. In this case, I don’t have any friends with that name.
[4] The song is called “Stranger in Paradise”, sung by Sarah Brightman. It’s featured in her debut CD, Harem. Naturally, I thought the song appropriate for the fic.
[5] Caja de Muertos (“Coffin”) is an island south of Ponce, Puerto Rico. Since they never say which island the Ghosts Saints were imprisoned in—only that it was in the Caribbean—I don’t see any problem to not place them there.
Notes: This is a gift for MegaSaint. I hope you enjoy it!
Take my hand, I’m a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed, there’s a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you
She was inside her room, which was also a prison when he came. One part of her wondered what were his motives for coming all this way from the homeland, the homeland that banished her to rot in a god-forsaken castle. The other part was certain she knew why he came. Geist smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt of her white dress.
Her hands brushed the small dents on her mask, the ones that made her seem a vampire, or a succubus. Geist wrung her hands and tried in vain to hold back her tears. “What? Come in, already!” The Saint’s voice was quivering. It should not be quivering! “Geist? Are you alright?” Deathmask entered, closing the door gently behind him.
His blue eyes spoke volumes of concern. “Is something wrong, Geist? Your voice…it sounds like you are trying to hold back your tears.” “Since when did you have feelings?” “It doesn’t matter; if you feel like crying your heart out, do it.” He took off her mask, and she fell against his chest, pummeling it with all her strength as her tears streamed out.
Finally, he lifted her and started kissing it. It took a moment or two for her to realize he was kissing away the tears. “Deathmask, why—“ “Don’t call me that here.” Blink. The female Saint looked at him with huge, wide eyes. “Then what do I call you?” “Raziel, for starters. Or…” Pause. “Erastes.” “Why do you want me to call you Lover, D-Raziel?”
“Because I love you, Geist!” With that, the Cancer Saint kissed her on the lips. At first, she tried to struggle but she could not: Geist needed what he offered, needed his entire and complete person. Friendship’s acacia had bloomed into love’s bloody rose. Geist parted her lips open and was swept into oblivion.
I saw your face ascended
Out of the common place and into the rare
Now somewhere out in space I hang suspended
Until I’m certain that there’s a chance that you care
When they pulled out to breathe, both were surprised to find themselves in a precarious position: Raziel lay on top of Geist, his hand on her thigh, and much exposure of skin on that leg. She looked up at him. He shrugged. “I didn’t notice.” “It doesn’t matter.” The female Saint reached up for his shirt and, instead of unbuttoning it like most people, ripped it off.
All the buttons snapped off and hit the walls. “If that’s how it is…” The Cancer Saint took a section of the dress’ skirt and ripped it from the garment. Now the dress barely covered the south region of Geist’s body. The belt followed, then her sleeves soon after. Raziel covered his pants when they came to that.
“At least leave these intact; I can’t go back home naked.” “Fine.” She spread her arms. “If thou lovest me, then love me, Raziel.” The Cancer Saint approached her and began to strip her, all the while kissing Geist. Her hands fumbled with his pants furiously. “Why the hurry?” “I-I’m not sure… But we have to hurry, or we’ll regret it the rest of our lives!”
She didn’t know the why of wanting him to hurry up. The female Saint only knew in the vaguest sense that time was running out for them. Since he was busy taking off his pants, Geist did the Cancer Saint a favor by ripping her dress to shreds. She could always get another one, after all.
The Ghost Saint ran her hands over his exposed chest, not really caring if her nails punctured his skin. Raziel copied her movements, returning the sensation in equal measure. When he kissed her earlobe, her breath hitched. “Relax,” The Cancer Saint told her as he destroyed her underwear. “Everything will be fine.” Geist stared at him, almost hatefully, and certainly with doubt. “Will it, really?” You can’t guarantee that, Deathmask!” Sigh.
“You’re right; I can’t.” Raziel paused, gazing at her through storm-blue eyes. “For now, we are normal people; how many opportunities as such are granted to Saints in one lifetime?” As he spoke, he moved in behind her to fondle her breasts. “I suppose you’re right. But does—“ “What’s your real name?” “R-Ramaela, not that it matters since it was an irony in my life.” The Cancer Saint looked thoughtful as he kissed her neck.
“That’s a beautiful name, Ramaela. Don’t ever forget it, Geist. Do you promise me this?” “O-of course. Yes, I promise I won’t forget my name.” The last part came out in a half-moan, as Raziel had moved down to her maidenhead. He licked it clean, but of course it got wetter as Geist’s deep-throated moans excited him so that he gave up. Raziel flipped them over; Geist was now on top. Her inner sides contracted around his manhood as if trying to devour it.
For the first time since imprisonment in Caja de Muertos and perhaps even earlier, Geist smiled as she rose up and down. Raziel groaned; it was as though a machine was milking him to the point of dehydration. Finally, the two Saints came in a double orgasm, not stopping until the hubris and euphoria settled.
At daybreak, Deathmask glanced towards the bed, smiled at his beloved and teleported back to Sanctuary.
~Epilogue~
Seiya was sympathetic towards his dying foe in his arms. If she was insane, as the rumors told, then why the look of devastation? No matter; it wasn’t important now. “Tell me…what are your connections to Shaina?” Geist spat at him. “I’ll never tell…” She looked past him and extended her arm, as if reaching for something. “See, Raziel? Time’s run out for me!” Her body stiffened, then went slack as her arm fell to her sides. She was dead.
Won’t you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don’t send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel’s arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell her that she need be
A stranger no more
Notes:
[1] Raziel is originally from Jewish lore, meaning “Secret of God”. The angel Raziel was the author of the book Raphael gave to Moses that held instructions to build the Ark, as well as a medicinal text. Of course, I didn’t choose the name for that reason; when I first chose the name I was thinking of a guy friend with the same name. Besides, Deathmask and Andrea just didn’t seem to go well together…
[2] Erastes is the Greek word for “lover”. I also learned this term in Intermezzo.
[3] Like Raziel, Ramaela is an angel, in this case, the Angel of Joy. I forgot whether her name meant “God’s Joy” or “Joy of the Source of the Whole of Existence”. In this case, I don’t have any friends with that name.
[4] The song is called “Stranger in Paradise”, sung by Sarah Brightman. It’s featured in her debut CD, Harem. Naturally, I thought the song appropriate for the fic.
[5] Caja de Muertos (“Coffin”) is an island south of Ponce, Puerto Rico. Since they never say which island the Ghosts Saints were imprisoned in—only that it was in the Caribbean—I don’t see any problem to not place them there.
Notes: This is a gift for MegaSaint. I hope you enjoy it!