Initiation
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Initiation
Disclaimer : I don\'t own Saint Seiya. It all belongs to Kurumada, Shueisha, Toei and some more people.
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Challenge :
Pairing: ShionxMu
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Phrase of the challenge: \"You\'re too old to hide in my bed when you have a nightmare...\"
Warning : Mu is a little OOC… ^^;; Well, maybe. And the timeline has gone to sky, since here, Mu is supposed to be “kind-of-adult” or nearing adult age / end of teenage-ness before he gets the Aries armour. ^^;; *lol*
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Except for the night guards, the whole Sanctuary must be asleep. It was past 3:00 or 4:00 AM.
The paperwork had kept him up until late, as usually lately. Shion had to make sure everything would be done according to the old ceremonial, and so many of the young trainees were about to officially become Gold Saints, the highest rank of their knighthood. And as such, the rank that had the longest and most exhaustive ceremonies of passage with the most complicated protocol and such.
Preparing it all was making him more tired every time, but he had no other choice. As the Kyoko, Shion was the only one to have access to the ancient documents, and he always preferred to double-check everything to make sure all the rituals would be properly performed, even though he had already done that in the recent past for the young gold saints Saga and Aioros –these were saints like the goddess hadn\'t had in many, many years… when his hour would come, he could rest in peace knowing that she would be in their caring hands.
Ahh, Saga. He was one that Shion had much satisfaction to initiate to the ancient arts and to the customs linking erastes and eromenos. And the boy was always so willing to learn, so thirsty of knowledge. A knowledge that he was happy to shower him with, and for which the
youth would accompany him to his room everyday shortly after the sunset…
His eyes were shut and the old Kyoko was starting to drift into a pleasant sleep when the soft rustling of his bed sheets brought him back from Morpehus arms to the reality of that muffled sound. For a second, he almost believed that his thought from a moment ago had materialized, but before his lips whispered “Saga?”, he recognized the familiar scent of the person who spent most of the day training under his orders.
The young silhouette curled itself against the side of the older man, maybe in hopes that he wouldn’t notice his presence, but it was too late, Shion’s eyes were now open.
- \"You\'re too old to hide in my bed when you have a nightmare...\"
Mu’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red when he noticed his master was awake, but the darkness of the room protected him from that little additional embarrassment. He stuttered :
-“I…I didn’t have a nightmare, master…”
Shion raised his inexistent eyebrows before dismissing the though that was trying to slip into his mind. It was better to get the boy back to his room as fast as possible.
“Then you shouldn’t be here, should you ?” – he said sharply.
But Mu’s answer unsettled him. Taking the initiative - for the first time, for Shion’s disciple was rather shy- Mu placed his arms on each side of the older man’s head and leaned over to let his warm breath caress his master’s face.
In a moment of absent-mindedness, Shion found himself thinking that Mu’s lips smelled of apricots and lavender, and even in the dim light of this ancient room, they seemed enticing, as if they were begging him to taste them. But he was suddenly brought out of his reverie by the young man’s voice, this time clear as spring water.
-“I won’t go. I can’t leave until you make me a man, master”.
Taken aback by those words, Shion stared dumfounded at his young disciple and let out very uncharacteristically a “What??”
Unsettled at first by the decided tone in Mu’s voice, Shion regained some of his composure as he felt that the young man was shaking slightly, as if fearing the rejection that would most likely come. But before the master could say anything, Mu continued :
“Master, I am expected to become a gold saint next month, yet I cannot stand to do so as a child. My body and my strength are those of an adult, but I am not yet a man…” His eyes shone as if they were wet, but they held Shion’s in a fierce gaze, making the older man wonder where his hesitant and respectful disciple had found so much spunk. But the boy’s cheeks were now bright red, and his shaking had only worsened. His decision and his voice were clear, but his body feared all the unknown that he was attempting to embrace.
Shion sighed, smiling gently, and let his fingers run on Mu’s hair in a protective gesture.
“Mu, I cannot do what you ask of me. You are still too…”
“I am not younger than Saga was when you did it to him, Master.” – On those words, it was Shion’s turn to have a blush spread on his face, now transformed by this revelation.
“You…you knew ?! He talked to you about it ?!” – Shion’s shock was making him set aside his ever-present self-control.
“No…I did try to question him, but he evaded my probing every single time. I only know because I used to have trouble sleeping a few years ago, and my wandering of the corridors by night has led me to many discoveries.”
Shion swallowed his own saliva, wondering whether he should punish Mu for spying on him or address the more important issue at hand.
“I hope you didn’t misunderstand what we were doing…you are young, and were even younger then. A mistake is easy to happen and quick to come, but the regrets will stay…
“Forgive me for my insolence, master, but I know of the ancient coming-of-age rites. I…I have been reflecting that question since the night I saw you two…and I am sure I won’t ever regret my decision.” The young man had narrowed his eyes and talked with such confidence that Shion sat back on his bed to better face him. He had realized he could no longer take care of that matter as a mere dismissal of a crazy idea that sprouted in child’s mind. His disciple was completely serious, and able to make his own choices.
Mu seized the occasion to continue : “I…I have decided that I desire more than anything that you become my erastes, my master. If you shall accept me as your eromenos…then I shall be yours in my body as much as I already am in my soul.” – his face flushed, the young man closed his eyes and lowered his head, showing that he entrusted himself to his master, but also that he was ready to pay for his insolence if necessary.
Mu’s last words finished to convince Shion. Time had passed faster than he could tell, and his little disciple had became a brave young man who would make a outstanding saint. He couldn’t go on denying that he was no longer a child. He could be proud of him.
And he no longer needed to control his thoughts or his desire for that juvenile body.
With a slight nod, he pulled Mu closer to him by his chin, and their lips connected. Shion’s tongue gently entered the young man’s mouth and begun to explore and taste, while his right hand slid up the soft pale thigh, seeking the warmth of his intimacy, covered only by the flaps of a short training tunic.
Before sinking into an ocean of pleasure, Mu’s last coherent thoughts went to realize that tears were running down his cheeks. Tears of happiness, for being finally accepted, after so many years of fear to be denied.
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Sagakure, April 2005
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Challenge :
Pairing: ShionxMu
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Phrase of the challenge: \"You\'re too old to hide in my bed when you have a nightmare...\"
Warning : Mu is a little OOC… ^^;; Well, maybe. And the timeline has gone to sky, since here, Mu is supposed to be “kind-of-adult” or nearing adult age / end of teenage-ness before he gets the Aries armour. ^^;; *lol*
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Except for the night guards, the whole Sanctuary must be asleep. It was past 3:00 or 4:00 AM.
The paperwork had kept him up until late, as usually lately. Shion had to make sure everything would be done according to the old ceremonial, and so many of the young trainees were about to officially become Gold Saints, the highest rank of their knighthood. And as such, the rank that had the longest and most exhaustive ceremonies of passage with the most complicated protocol and such.
Preparing it all was making him more tired every time, but he had no other choice. As the Kyoko, Shion was the only one to have access to the ancient documents, and he always preferred to double-check everything to make sure all the rituals would be properly performed, even though he had already done that in the recent past for the young gold saints Saga and Aioros –these were saints like the goddess hadn\'t had in many, many years… when his hour would come, he could rest in peace knowing that she would be in their caring hands.
Ahh, Saga. He was one that Shion had much satisfaction to initiate to the ancient arts and to the customs linking erastes and eromenos. And the boy was always so willing to learn, so thirsty of knowledge. A knowledge that he was happy to shower him with, and for which the
youth would accompany him to his room everyday shortly after the sunset…
His eyes were shut and the old Kyoko was starting to drift into a pleasant sleep when the soft rustling of his bed sheets brought him back from Morpehus arms to the reality of that muffled sound. For a second, he almost believed that his thought from a moment ago had materialized, but before his lips whispered “Saga?”, he recognized the familiar scent of the person who spent most of the day training under his orders.
The young silhouette curled itself against the side of the older man, maybe in hopes that he wouldn’t notice his presence, but it was too late, Shion’s eyes were now open.
- \"You\'re too old to hide in my bed when you have a nightmare...\"
Mu’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red when he noticed his master was awake, but the darkness of the room protected him from that little additional embarrassment. He stuttered :
-“I…I didn’t have a nightmare, master…”
Shion raised his inexistent eyebrows before dismissing the though that was trying to slip into his mind. It was better to get the boy back to his room as fast as possible.
“Then you shouldn’t be here, should you ?” – he said sharply.
But Mu’s answer unsettled him. Taking the initiative - for the first time, for Shion’s disciple was rather shy- Mu placed his arms on each side of the older man’s head and leaned over to let his warm breath caress his master’s face.
In a moment of absent-mindedness, Shion found himself thinking that Mu’s lips smelled of apricots and lavender, and even in the dim light of this ancient room, they seemed enticing, as if they were begging him to taste them. But he was suddenly brought out of his reverie by the young man’s voice, this time clear as spring water.
-“I won’t go. I can’t leave until you make me a man, master”.
Taken aback by those words, Shion stared dumfounded at his young disciple and let out very uncharacteristically a “What??”
Unsettled at first by the decided tone in Mu’s voice, Shion regained some of his composure as he felt that the young man was shaking slightly, as if fearing the rejection that would most likely come. But before the master could say anything, Mu continued :
“Master, I am expected to become a gold saint next month, yet I cannot stand to do so as a child. My body and my strength are those of an adult, but I am not yet a man…” His eyes shone as if they were wet, but they held Shion’s in a fierce gaze, making the older man wonder where his hesitant and respectful disciple had found so much spunk. But the boy’s cheeks were now bright red, and his shaking had only worsened. His decision and his voice were clear, but his body feared all the unknown that he was attempting to embrace.
Shion sighed, smiling gently, and let his fingers run on Mu’s hair in a protective gesture.
“Mu, I cannot do what you ask of me. You are still too…”
“I am not younger than Saga was when you did it to him, Master.” – On those words, it was Shion’s turn to have a blush spread on his face, now transformed by this revelation.
“You…you knew ?! He talked to you about it ?!” – Shion’s shock was making him set aside his ever-present self-control.
“No…I did try to question him, but he evaded my probing every single time. I only know because I used to have trouble sleeping a few years ago, and my wandering of the corridors by night has led me to many discoveries.”
Shion swallowed his own saliva, wondering whether he should punish Mu for spying on him or address the more important issue at hand.
“I hope you didn’t misunderstand what we were doing…you are young, and were even younger then. A mistake is easy to happen and quick to come, but the regrets will stay…
“Forgive me for my insolence, master, but I know of the ancient coming-of-age rites. I…I have been reflecting that question since the night I saw you two…and I am sure I won’t ever regret my decision.” The young man had narrowed his eyes and talked with such confidence that Shion sat back on his bed to better face him. He had realized he could no longer take care of that matter as a mere dismissal of a crazy idea that sprouted in child’s mind. His disciple was completely serious, and able to make his own choices.
Mu seized the occasion to continue : “I…I have decided that I desire more than anything that you become my erastes, my master. If you shall accept me as your eromenos…then I shall be yours in my body as much as I already am in my soul.” – his face flushed, the young man closed his eyes and lowered his head, showing that he entrusted himself to his master, but also that he was ready to pay for his insolence if necessary.
Mu’s last words finished to convince Shion. Time had passed faster than he could tell, and his little disciple had became a brave young man who would make a outstanding saint. He couldn’t go on denying that he was no longer a child. He could be proud of him.
And he no longer needed to control his thoughts or his desire for that juvenile body.
With a slight nod, he pulled Mu closer to him by his chin, and their lips connected. Shion’s tongue gently entered the young man’s mouth and begun to explore and taste, while his right hand slid up the soft pale thigh, seeking the warmth of his intimacy, covered only by the flaps of a short training tunic.
Before sinking into an ocean of pleasure, Mu’s last coherent thoughts went to realize that tears were running down his cheeks. Tears of happiness, for being finally accepted, after so many years of fear to be denied.
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Sagakure, April 2005