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Adult +
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10
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# 6.
# 6. Deathmask x Saga. (Foul language, parody of the new manga series, "Saint Seiya Episode G").
Keywords : (StS Episode G settings) allergy, dragqueen, kyoukou
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“AWWWWWWWW, BITCH!!” – Sneezing for the fifteenth time in the past ten minutes, Saga, the Kyoukou -- or to be more exact, the fake Kyoukou since he killed the real owner of the rank -- stood up from his throne and started pacing in front of it angrily.
“I told you all those baths and running around naked in the whole temple would make you catch a cold.” – It was Deathmask, Saga’s right hand and executioner, and the only gold saint aware of the usurpation of the Kyoukou’s throne.
Incidentally, DM was also the only one allowed to watch Saga bathing, and to scrub his back when the (ex?)-Gemini saint was in a good mood.
“I’m telling you that it’s just an allergy! Don’t bother me, you…uhhnn…. ”
Bad mood or not, DM knew well which buttons to push, and his hands sliding around Saga’s belly and chest through the wide oversized robes found exactly the right spots to make the angry Gemini melt under his touch and have to grasp the armrests of the throne to keep his balance while the gold saint continued his exploration.
“Uhmm, we should do it over the throne more often, don’t you think so? Are you feeling ready for another round yet, my whore?” – Having trouble refraining from tearing off the robes that got on the way, DM pushed his luck, knowing that Saga liked when he talked dirty to him, even though it occasionally made him explode.
“You…you kiss your mother with that mouth!” – The complaint was weakly voiced through clenched teeth, and meant more to show some resistance than to really stop the other man.
“Nooo, but I did something to your mother with it.” – parting the silky black hair and tossing it to the sides, DM started suckling on the back of Saga’s neck, while he forced the fake Kyoukou to bend over the throne and spread his legs farther.
Saga frowned, annoyed at his own loss of control, but the touches were feeling too good for him to resist, especially because deep inside, he loved when the gold saint treated him roughly. As long as both kept in mind who was really in charge, he didn’t mind that the Cancer dominated him in bed, and he could only whimper when he felt hungry fingers twisting his nipples painfully through the inner tunic, while another hand slid down his belly in search of his intimacy.
But the Gemini’s mood thoroughly went down the drain when young Aiolia invaded the room -- make up running down his face making him look like a drag-queen -- loudly rambling about how Aphrodite was so mean to him and messed up his mascara, and barely leaving them enough time to get back into faked innocent positions, Saga’s robes all messy and his mask and helmet in disarray.
Heads were going to roll, and Aiolia quickly regretted having interrupted them.
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Notes : It isn't quite certain whether the "aww, bitch!" was the sound of Saga sneezing, him insulting the cold, or him insulting Deathmask. XD It's up to the readers to decide.
But the exchange of lines about Saga's mother is an hommage to "Saturday Night Live", a TV show that the person who gave me those three words as a challenge likes a lot, so I did it to amuse her. :)
Keywords : (StS Episode G settings) allergy, dragqueen, kyoukou
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“AWWWWWWWW, BITCH!!” – Sneezing for the fifteenth time in the past ten minutes, Saga, the Kyoukou -- or to be more exact, the fake Kyoukou since he killed the real owner of the rank -- stood up from his throne and started pacing in front of it angrily.
“I told you all those baths and running around naked in the whole temple would make you catch a cold.” – It was Deathmask, Saga’s right hand and executioner, and the only gold saint aware of the usurpation of the Kyoukou’s throne.
Incidentally, DM was also the only one allowed to watch Saga bathing, and to scrub his back when the (ex?)-Gemini saint was in a good mood.
“I’m telling you that it’s just an allergy! Don’t bother me, you…uhhnn…. ”
Bad mood or not, DM knew well which buttons to push, and his hands sliding around Saga’s belly and chest through the wide oversized robes found exactly the right spots to make the angry Gemini melt under his touch and have to grasp the armrests of the throne to keep his balance while the gold saint continued his exploration.
“Uhmm, we should do it over the throne more often, don’t you think so? Are you feeling ready for another round yet, my whore?” – Having trouble refraining from tearing off the robes that got on the way, DM pushed his luck, knowing that Saga liked when he talked dirty to him, even though it occasionally made him explode.
“You…you kiss your mother with that mouth!” – The complaint was weakly voiced through clenched teeth, and meant more to show some resistance than to really stop the other man.
“Nooo, but I did something to your mother with it.” – parting the silky black hair and tossing it to the sides, DM started suckling on the back of Saga’s neck, while he forced the fake Kyoukou to bend over the throne and spread his legs farther.
Saga frowned, annoyed at his own loss of control, but the touches were feeling too good for him to resist, especially because deep inside, he loved when the gold saint treated him roughly. As long as both kept in mind who was really in charge, he didn’t mind that the Cancer dominated him in bed, and he could only whimper when he felt hungry fingers twisting his nipples painfully through the inner tunic, while another hand slid down his belly in search of his intimacy.
But the Gemini’s mood thoroughly went down the drain when young Aiolia invaded the room -- make up running down his face making him look like a drag-queen -- loudly rambling about how Aphrodite was so mean to him and messed up his mascara, and barely leaving them enough time to get back into faked innocent positions, Saga’s robes all messy and his mask and helmet in disarray.
Heads were going to roll, and Aiolia quickly regretted having interrupted them.
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Notes : It isn't quite certain whether the "aww, bitch!" was the sound of Saga sneezing, him insulting the cold, or him insulting Deathmask. XD It's up to the readers to decide.
But the exchange of lines about Saga's mother is an hommage to "Saturday Night Live", a TV show that the person who gave me those three words as a challenge likes a lot, so I did it to amuse her. :)