Another piece for
Khellendros
the Dragon\'s Unusual Pairings Challenge. This one, I…err…well the pairing makes
some sense to me. I’m gonna ignore any problems there are with age and being
dead. Lol…haha. I’m not sure how you spell his name though, Aiolos or Aioros.
Don’t really matter cause in the Japanese language, L and R are pronounced
pretty much the same way. Aiolos sounds nicer to me, so I’m using that…but if
anyone can point out the CORRECT spelling please do.

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Arial\'>Aiolos X Sagao:p>

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Arial\'>Enjoy.

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YEAH

Saga set back in
his dark leather office chair and sighed. Bringing a hand up to rub at his
temples, Saga closed his dark blue eyes and sighed once more. It wasn’t the
first time that his Master, Kiruva of Gemini, had set such a task for him, but
it didn’t mean that he liked it any more than he ought to.

Copying ancient
texts.

Sure Saga did
have an interest in history and many of the scrolls that littered the
Sanctuary’s library, but it didn’t mean that he liked to be cooped up in the
library copying the archaic scripts. It would have been better if his
master would have let him take the text back to the temple or to the gardens.
But his master insisted that all scrolls should stay in the library and so that
was where Saga spent most of his time whenever his master needed to be rid of
him.

Not that Saga
wasn’t a good student or hardworking or anything commonly linked with a bad
pupil. Quite the opposite actually, Saga was a fantastic student. Too good, he
kept asking questions and when left idle could provoke even the tranquil
[current] Gemini Saint. And so, Saga was kept busy in the library where he
could find the answers to his questions and stop asking his Master
questions every five minutes.

Saga sighed once
more, distantly reminding himself to stop doing the action as it made him feel
strangely effeminate. Putting his pen down, unable to carry on because of his
hand cramping up, Saga forced himself to relax for a minute and take in his
surroundings.

The study he was
in was unexpectedly more modern than any other place in the Sanctuary. It had a
solid black oak desk with many drawers with exquisite carvings on the front and
side. The dark leather seat that Saga was in was soft and well worn in thanks
to Saga’s constant visits. The room was mostly bare, but it had all essential
stationary required and some shelves for scrolls. Behind the desk was a large
opening that closely resembled a couple of panels of long French windows, just
without the glass. Long flowing, white gauzy curtains often fluttered in the
gentle breeze that arouse during the warms afternoons. In front of dar dark
desk was a large soft lamb fur rug that lay in front of a fireplace that was
never used. Almost.

Saga smiled as he
thought of the only other trainee at the Sanctuary that was close enough of age
to be his friend. The dark haired Sagittarius trainee was a constant companion
to Saga, even when he was studying. Aiolos liked to snuggle into the soft,
fluffy rug. Aiolos would sometimes nap on the rug while waiting for Saga to
finish his work so that they could spar.

Thinking of
which, where was his friend. Saga had not seen him since earlier that
morning after their spar and sunrise watching at dawn.

Saga felt a
slight electric thrill when he thought about his blue-eyed companion. It wasn’t
against the rules to have a male lover, considering that most of the population
in the Sanctuary was made of males; there was also an unspoken acceptance
amongst the Saints of those who took other Saints to be their lovers.

Saga had always
been envious of his oaken haired friend. He found Aiolos to be the perfect
Saint, so willing to give everything to the Goddess and expect nothing in
return. He found Aiolos’ desire to serve the Goddess so enthusiastically
admirable and over time found himself wishing that Aiolos would treat him the
same.

Saga and Aiolos
were of almost the same age, both around ten when they had first met. They had
hit off immediately and it wasn’t long before they became good friends and a
little more. They’d spent the next five years training and studying together,
growing closer as time passed. Saga didn’t know if he loved Aiolos, but he knew
that he certainly liked him enough to want to do anything for him. If it wasn’t
that nagging feeling he got whenever Aiolos was around him, than it had to be
the dirty sheets that he often woke up to that confirmed his infatuation with
Aiolos.

However, Saga
wasn’t sure if he should tell Aiolos how he felt as he had no clue as to
whether Aiolos liked him in the same way or not. Something told Saga that it
was just his hormones talking, and another thing told him that he might be
truly in love with Aiolos. Saga was thoroughly confused as to what to do,
having never encountered such feelings of uncertainty before.

It wasn’t as if
Aiolos made things any easy for him. His friend often chose to spar topless,
which for most males were never a problem, unless the one you were sparring
against was staring too hard at you to fight back, and it’d happen to Saga more
than once. Another thing that Aiolos insisted on was takbathbaths together.
Initially, Saga had taken it to be no more than a male bonding thing…until his
hormones started to kick in.

Sighing again,
Saga wasn’t sure how he was going to handle more baths with Aiolos. It was
getting harder for him to control how he and his body felt being around Aiolos.

Saga was feeling
decidedly stressed and was coming close to banging his head on the table when a
well known voice called out a cheery greeting from behind him.

“You look
stressed.”

Turning around,
Saga came face to face with Aiolos who was perche win window ledge behind the
desk. A gentle wind lightly caressing Aiolos brown locks and threatened to blow
Aiolos white toga in a way that might revel more than Saga could handle at the
moment.

Aiolos grinned at
his cobalt haired friend and settled himself more comfortably on the window
ledge, drawing one knee up to his chest as the other dangled out of the window.
Bright blue eyes sparkling and toga barely hiding anything, Saga found his
situation to be a little…tight.

“I am
stressed Aiolos, thank you for noting,” said Saga, spinning his chair around so
that he faced Aiolos fully, “What brings you here Aiolos? Shouldn’t you be
training?” Aiolos grinned and looked
about innocently, “Me? Hmm…why aren’t you? And why are you wearing those
clothes again? They don’t belong in the Sanctuary.”

Looking down at
himself, Saga raised an eyebrow and shot Aiolos a look, to which Aiolos
laughed. Saga was dressed in a pair of fitting black pants and a long white-sleeved
shirt that was slightly ruffled down the center where the buttons were. The
shirt was slightly open, reveling just a little of Saga’s lean, muscular chest
and the pants hugged the curves of his legs like a second skin.

“What’s wrong
with what I wear? I happen to like it. Unlike you…you look like you haven’t
come out of the Ancient times yet.” Aiolos laughed even louder and shot back,
“Well, at least I fit in. You look like…well…weird.”

“No Aiolos, this
is called fashion. It’s something you’d pick up if you’d actually come down to
the towns with me sometime instead of holing up here all the time. I mean, I
hole up, but you? You hole up,” said Saga, slightly exaggerating Aiolos
choice to stay at the Sanctuary all the time instead of going to visit the
towns near by when the occasion allowed it. Aiolos laughed, sounding a little
forced, before he regarded his friend and asked, “Do all men down at the towns
dress that way?” Saga shook his head and said, “Some, mostly the good looking
ones.”

“The good looking
ones eh?” said Aiolos softly, to himself more than to Saga.

p;

“hmm?” Saga
looked enquiringly at Aiolos as he shook his head and climbed off the ledge and
into the study. Stretching and moving to lie down on the soft rug in front of
the desk, Aiolos let out a yawn before settling more comfortably on the rug.

Saga shook his
head as he watched his friend fall asleep on the rug, content to just enjoy the
moment. Saga was about to go back to his work when he noticed that Aiolos was
lying on his side, his back to Saga and his toga’s skirt had ridden up to revel
a bit of his rear.

Saga groaned
mentally and forced himself to concentrate on his work.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\">

Sooo….?
Anyways…next…Aiolos dreams…