- 7 years after the death of Aioros, Milo of Scorpio tries to convince his friends to return to celebrate a party in the Sanctuary, Capricorn refuses with all his force but Camus yields to the idea of his best friend and, without knowing that under the premise of a simple game, the heart of the french will start beating for someone very different from the goddess Athena -
⭐MainShip: Camus x Milo
⭐ Other ships: Aphrodite x Deathmask / Aioria x Mu
⭐Personajes: Camus, Milo, Afrodita, Deathmask, Aioria + otros.
⭐-SweetLove- * The approximate age of the characters ranges from fifteen to eighteen *
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"Don't worry about it! I will go, Camus."
Milo gave a smile from ear to ear, his best friend had given rise to organizing the first birthday party in the Sanctuary since Aioros was accused of treason and killed under the mandate of the Pope. It had been seven years and those who had previously been inexperienced children when wearing their gold cloths, now they walked the strange path of adolescence. Everyone wanted to have fun, to turn the page, especially the older ones - except Shura - who, under the responsibility of instructing the little ones, had hidden behind a mask that hid their true feelings; but the Saint of Scorpio wasn't stupid despite his early age, he already knew that some of his companions had released hidden tensions in their temples or discovered new hobbies beyond training days and he was dying for to enter that world.
As Milo had suspected, all his mates were encouraged to accompany Camus at his birthday party. Little by little, the Gold Saints came to the eleventh temple loaded with small gifts, food and drink; a detail that managed to make, on more than one occasion, draw a shy smile at Camus's face. Occasionally, Aquarius crossed his eyes with Milo knowing that the illusion to turn years was recovering in all of them thanks to his idea but the greek was so excited by the participation of the gold saints that he barely paid attention to the furtive glances of his best friend. The afternoon was passing between laughter and games that allowed the participation of the guys, some stayed on the sidelines depending on the game and others, struggled to keep the first place regardless of the challenge... However, Shura was the first to return to its temple, followed by Aldebaran who said of feeling somewhat unwell after a large intake of goodies, sweets and cake:
"Well... What if we play to "The Bottle"?" Aphrodite of Pisces suggested when she learned that Taurus couldn't hear him.
"What is that?" Aioria asked.
"All of you, sit down in circle and leave a hole in the middle" Everyone obeyed without complaint, excited for the novelty of an unknown game "This game is full of risk and we will use it to learn how to take advantage the enemy's disadvantage."
The Saint of Pisces knelt in front of his target, Deathmask, and placed the bottle in the center of the hole that his companions had left. He moved the bottle to spin it non-stop and activated his cosmos for a moment, enough to stop the end of the container just as it pointed to the Cancer Saint:
"Oh, no! It's my turn!" he exclaimed with some discomfort, clearly pretended.
"And now what?"
"Quiet, Aioria" said Aphrodite "The Bottle is a game of chance in which it only involves the two people indicated by both ends, in this case... Deathmask and me."
The young Leo hurried to check what the swede said: indeed, the tip of the bottle pointed towards Cancer while the opposite point, to Aphrodite. That part of the game was easy to understand, while the bottle was spinning nobody would know who would be next to face the challenge:
"And what is there to do?"
"Kiss each other."
Aioria opened his mouth, confused by what he had just heard while Milo planted a grimace of disgust on his face:
"There you have the risk, you will not know who your partner will be while the bottle spins." Aphrodite smiled "Don't worry, guys, the kiss will only last five seconds."
Pisces shared a glance with Cancer and in unison, they joined their mouths under the dumbfounded look of the rest of the golden companions. Deathmask had already kissed Aphrodite on countless occasions, it just... no one knew it, he was the only one who was willing to have fun beyond mourning for Aioros and they both thought it was time to let the younger people see that there was a much more fun life than to mourn for the past.The italian was immersed in his thoughts when he felt a pain touch in his side, when he retired from Aphrodite he discovered that everyone was laughing at him:
"Deathmask has lost!" Aioria exclaimed, quickly understanding the part of the game that involved taking advantage of the enemy's weakness.
"When you experience a new sensation by surprise, and more if it's pleasant, your brain takes an average of three or four seconds to react" Pisces explained "The purpose of The Bottle game will be to see who is faster overcoming the stimuli of kissing and attack to the opposite, what do you think?"
Leo answered by putting the bottle back in motion, surprising the others saints with the speed at which the boy seemed to want to participate on the game. One end pointed to him, the other... to Mu. Aioria leaned forward willing to kiss his friend and determined to take the victory in that simple game in which he only needed to put his lips over a Mu's mouth and wait less than five seconds for to attack him.
Or so he thought.
Imitating the behavior of Aphrodite and Deathmask, both teenagers closed their eyes and put their lips together. Leo's mind went completely blank, Mu's mouth was soft, the lips fleshy and the scent that the boy gave off was incredibly relaxing. A blow suddenly touched his left rib:
"Wow, Mu! Well done!" Pisces applauded, excited at the speed of the lemurian for to overcome the kiss with Leo.
"It's not fair, it's not been five seconds!"
"Yes, they have passed, Aioria, we have counted them" Milo added smiling "but you have acted like an idiot."
The boy blushed with shame, not only because he hadn't been aware of the passage of time but because he had lost the challenge he so longed to win - and well, kissed Mu was much more pleasant than expected -. So, squeezing the jaw, Aioria turned the bottle again but on that occasion, the protagonists were others.
The rivalry that was generated with something so simple entertained Cancer and Pisces in a wonderful way, watching as teenagers struggled to outdo others; they, on the other hand, were in charge of increasing “the difficulty” of the game, adding caresses, more intense kisses and even incorporating sounds that completely enchanted the young warriors as long as it was Aphrodite who performed them. The victories came and went, the results varied depending on the couples that chance formed but there was one boy, which always pointed to defeat: Milo couldn't find a way to be faster than his teammates, he was literally lost in the emotions that they woke up inside on him: Mu's scent was overwhelming; the aggressiveness of Aioria, paralyzing; the sensuality of Aphrodite, overwhelming... and as much as he got the same couple, he couldn't able to take control of the situation... Unlike Camus, who added a new strategy to the game:
"That's trap!" Aioria complained when she heard that Aphrodite gave to the french the victory "I attacked him first!"
"But Camus has stopped your hand, little lion" Cancer intervened "That other way to win, if you stop the enemy attack you can counterattack it at point blank range."
Aioria tried to imitate Camus's behavior, but unlike Aquarius, Leo could only sign up so many on his list of failures. The same happened with Milo, Shaka or Deathmask, they lost at the time of protecting themselves from their rivals and the only one who seemed to be a master of that technique, was Camus. Even when the Saint of Pisces played with the birthday boy's tongue and introducing a hand between the boy's silky hair, Aquarius knew how to stop his attack and take a slight bite of the lower lip of Aphrodite, in revenge for having tried to take him by surprise. Milo, that he hadn't lost detail of his best friend's gestures, couldn't take it anymore and left the Aquarius's temple enraged without saying goodbye to others. He just stood up, snorted and left.
His blood boiled for how could Camus dominates all his feels and the impassibility he showed in each kiss, as if he didn't feel his heart wanting to leave his chest or his blood concentrating on too specific parts of his body; Scorpio felt that he was the only one who got carried away by feelings and really enjoyed what it meant to kiss someone like Aioria, Mu or Aphrodite... He seemed the only one weak in that regard and his pride suffered for it:
"Milo, wait!"
Camus's voice stopped him, the french had gone looking for him without thinking twice and was running in his direction down the stairs. Escopio ignored him and his steps crossed the Temple of Capricorn at full speed, he just had to do the same with Sagittarius and close the door behind him when he arrived at his respective house. It was simple, he just had to leave Camus's idiot behind:
"Wait for me, Milo!"
The greek was so angry that hadn't realized that Aquarius had reached its steps much earlier than expected, when both were in the middle of the Sagittarius temple. Scorpio felt that the french grabbed him by the wrist, so he tried to get rid of his grip but the gold saint of Aquarius was already accustomed to the unpredictable hits of his best friend so he didn't yield to the shaking of his friend:
"Let me, Camus!"
"Relax you."
"No! Get out! Leave me alone!"
The struggle between the two lasted for a few seconds while Milo's rage was increasing and his thoughts focused on moving away from Camus, he didn't feel like watching him while the image of the french kissing his fellow friends martyred his head:
"Leave me, Camus, you are cold!"
Aquarius suddenly released his friend and looked at his hands involuntarily. Milo felt bad for the scene he witnessed as he was the only person in the entire Sanctuary who knew that Camus had a certain dread at the low temperature of his body and the influence on the allies around him; having resorted to such a comment to get rid of his contact seemed a bit horrible. Scorpio wanted to apologize right away with his best friend but the damage was already done, he could see the disappointment on Camus's face and how those blue eyes that sometimes seemed to him the perfect reflection of the universe, sharpened to look at him reproachfully:
"You're an asshole, Milo..." Aquarius whispered turning around.
That his best friend used his greatest weakness against him was worse than any stab in the back. Camus had went in search of Milo with a shrunken heart, afraid of having screwed up with the person who had decided to return the illusion for the birhtdays but now... he only thought about the possibility of throwing him down the stairs and arriving at his temple rolling as a ball.
His footsteps sounded in the darkness of the ninth temple, abandoned since the escape from Aioros; few people wanted to be there because the soul of Sagittarius seemed to continue protecting this building, even he sometimes perceived the essence of Aioros guiding the little ones as he had always done, Camus remembered him everyday, always with a wide smile... In the deep of himself, Camus missed very much the one who had taken care of them since he arrived at the Sanctuary, especially when Milo disappointed him or he felt extremely alone:
"Camus, please, forgive me..."
Scorpio took him by the wrist, same as which Camus had done seconds before to stop him. Turning around, just outside the ninth temple in direction to Capricorn, Milo's lips caught him. Milo struggled to maintain his sanity but no previous kiss was comparable to what he experienced when he kissed his best friend: the skin of the nape of his neck bristled, a shiver ran down his spine and his cheeks burned in less than five seconds: The only solution he could think of to apologize to Camus was to give him another victory, a possibility of asserting himself over him because the french knew that few things in the world were able to bend Scorpio'spride, Camus knew that Milo would love win in The Bottle game but now, his best friend wanted to apologize with him. "So predecible..." he thought, enjoying the kiss.
Milo admitted his defeat in order to reverse the damage he had done and continued kissing Camus waiting for an accurate blow to the ribs that, at the moment of truth, never came. The Aquarius Saint ran his arms over his friend's neck, joining his body to his and intensifying the passion of the kiss they were giving themself. Milo sensed that Camus was trembled and a mischievous smile was drawn on his face. "How adorable..." he thought when he felt Camus's breath on his the moment their mouths parted for a second.
"Don't stop kissing me, asshole..." Camus whispered.
"Do you like it?"
"Fuck... yes, I love it"
Aquarius always wanted to look like an ice floe, someone cold and impassive capable of controlling his mind to the point of defending himself in the middle of a kiss provided by Aphrodite himself but in reality, Camus melted like any other mortal, he also blushed or shuddered at the timid caresses that Scorpio began to provide under the shirt and, even he begged for more in each of their frictions... but he did n't want to show anyone that facet, he hated that others compared him with the average so he tried his best to keep his head cool, but Milo knew that under his after that appearance, his best friend longed to put aside all that barrier and tear down that facade to expose a sweet boy who sought heat of others.
When the next day, when Camus appeared in his temple, he discovered two things: the first one, that his mates weren't prone to pick up the mess in someone else's house and the second one, that he hadn't been the only one who had enjoyed of a innocent night full of samples of love in other temple that was not his own.
"Don't worry about it! I will go, Camus."
Milo gave a smile from ear to ear, his best friend had given rise to organizing the first birthday party in the Sanctuary since Aioros was accused of treason and killed under the mandate of the Pope. It had been seven years and those who had previously been inexperienced children when wearing their gold cloths, now they walked the strange path of adolescence. Everyone wanted to have fun, to turn the page, especially the older ones - except Shura - who, under the responsibility of instructing the little ones, had hidden behind a mask that hid their true feelings; but the Saint of Scorpio wasn't stupid despite his early age, he already knew that some of his companions had released hidden tensions in their temples or discovered new hobbies beyond training days and he was dying for to enter that world.
***
As Milo had suspected, all his mates were encouraged to accompany Camus at his birthday party. Little by little, the Gold Saints came to the eleventh temple loaded with small gifts, food and drink; a detail that managed to make, on more than one occasion, draw a shy smile at Camus's face. Occasionally, Aquarius crossed his eyes with Milo knowing that the illusion to turn years was recovering in all of them thanks to his idea but the greek was so excited by the participation of the gold saints that he barely paid attention to the furtive glances of his best friend. The afternoon was passing between laughter and games that allowed the participation of the guys, some stayed on the sidelines depending on the game and others, struggled to keep the first place regardless of the challenge... However, Shura was the first to return to its temple, followed by Aldebaran who said of feeling somewhat unwell after a large intake of goodies, sweets and cake:
"Well... What if we play to "The Bottle"?" Aphrodite of Pisces suggested when she learned that Taurus couldn't hear him.
"What is that?" Aioria asked.
"All of you, sit down in circle and leave a hole in the middle" Everyone obeyed without complaint, excited for the novelty of an unknown game "This game is full of risk and we will use it to learn how to take advantage the enemy's disadvantage."
The Saint of Pisces knelt in front of his target, Deathmask, and placed the bottle in the center of the hole that his companions had left. He moved the bottle to spin it non-stop and activated his cosmos for a moment, enough to stop the end of the container just as it pointed to the Cancer Saint:
"Oh, no! It's my turn!" he exclaimed with some discomfort, clearly pretended.
"And now what?"
"Quiet, Aioria" said Aphrodite "The Bottle is a game of chance in which it only involves the two people indicated by both ends, in this case... Deathmask and me."
The young Leo hurried to check what the swede said: indeed, the tip of the bottle pointed towards Cancer while the opposite point, to Aphrodite. That part of the game was easy to understand, while the bottle was spinning nobody would know who would be next to face the challenge:
"And what is there to do?"
"Kiss each other."
Aioria opened his mouth, confused by what he had just heard while Milo planted a grimace of disgust on his face:
"There you have the risk, you will not know who your partner will be while the bottle spins." Aphrodite smiled "Don't worry, guys, the kiss will only last five seconds."
Pisces shared a glance with Cancer and in unison, they joined their mouths under the dumbfounded look of the rest of the golden companions. Deathmask had already kissed Aphrodite on countless occasions, it just... no one knew it, he was the only one who was willing to have fun beyond mourning for Aioros and they both thought it was time to let the younger people see that there was a much more fun life than to mourn for the past.The italian was immersed in his thoughts when he felt a pain touch in his side, when he retired from Aphrodite he discovered that everyone was laughing at him:
"Deathmask has lost!" Aioria exclaimed, quickly understanding the part of the game that involved taking advantage of the enemy's weakness.
"When you experience a new sensation by surprise, and more if it's pleasant, your brain takes an average of three or four seconds to react" Pisces explained "The purpose of The Bottle game will be to see who is faster overcoming the stimuli of kissing and attack to the opposite, what do you think?"
Leo answered by putting the bottle back in motion, surprising the others saints with the speed at which the boy seemed to want to participate on the game. One end pointed to him, the other... to Mu. Aioria leaned forward willing to kiss his friend and determined to take the victory in that simple game in which he only needed to put his lips over a Mu's mouth and wait less than five seconds for to attack him.
***
Or so he thought.
Imitating the behavior of Aphrodite and Deathmask, both teenagers closed their eyes and put their lips together. Leo's mind went completely blank, Mu's mouth was soft, the lips fleshy and the scent that the boy gave off was incredibly relaxing. A blow suddenly touched his left rib:
"Wow, Mu! Well done!" Pisces applauded, excited at the speed of the lemurian for to overcome the kiss with Leo.
"It's not fair, it's not been five seconds!"
"Yes, they have passed, Aioria, we have counted them" Milo added smiling "but you have acted like an idiot."
The boy blushed with shame, not only because he hadn't been aware of the passage of time but because he had lost the challenge he so longed to win - and well, kissed Mu was much more pleasant than expected -. So, squeezing the jaw, Aioria turned the bottle again but on that occasion, the protagonists were others.
***
The rivalry that was generated with something so simple entertained Cancer and Pisces in a wonderful way, watching as teenagers struggled to outdo others; they, on the other hand, were in charge of increasing “the difficulty” of the game, adding caresses, more intense kisses and even incorporating sounds that completely enchanted the young warriors as long as it was Aphrodite who performed them. The victories came and went, the results varied depending on the couples that chance formed but there was one boy, which always pointed to defeat: Milo couldn't find a way to be faster than his teammates, he was literally lost in the emotions that they woke up inside on him: Mu's scent was overwhelming; the aggressiveness of Aioria, paralyzing; the sensuality of Aphrodite, overwhelming... and as much as he got the same couple, he couldn't able to take control of the situation... Unlike Camus, who added a new strategy to the game:
"That's trap!" Aioria complained when she heard that Aphrodite gave to the french the victory "I attacked him first!"
"But Camus has stopped your hand, little lion" Cancer intervened "That other way to win, if you stop the enemy attack you can counterattack it at point blank range."
Aioria tried to imitate Camus's behavior, but unlike Aquarius, Leo could only sign up so many on his list of failures. The same happened with Milo, Shaka or Deathmask, they lost at the time of protecting themselves from their rivals and the only one who seemed to be a master of that technique, was Camus. Even when the Saint of Pisces played with the birthday boy's tongue and introducing a hand between the boy's silky hair, Aquarius knew how to stop his attack and take a slight bite of the lower lip of Aphrodite, in revenge for having tried to take him by surprise. Milo, that he hadn't lost detail of his best friend's gestures, couldn't take it anymore and left the Aquarius's temple enraged without saying goodbye to others. He just stood up, snorted and left.
His blood boiled for how could Camus dominates all his feels and the impassibility he showed in each kiss, as if he didn't feel his heart wanting to leave his chest or his blood concentrating on too specific parts of his body; Scorpio felt that he was the only one who got carried away by feelings and really enjoyed what it meant to kiss someone like Aioria, Mu or Aphrodite... He seemed the only one weak in that regard and his pride suffered for it:
"Milo, wait!"
Camus's voice stopped him, the french had gone looking for him without thinking twice and was running in his direction down the stairs. Escopio ignored him and his steps crossed the Temple of Capricorn at full speed, he just had to do the same with Sagittarius and close the door behind him when he arrived at his respective house. It was simple, he just had to leave Camus's idiot behind:
"Wait for me, Milo!"
The greek was so angry that hadn't realized that Aquarius had reached its steps much earlier than expected, when both were in the middle of the Sagittarius temple. Scorpio felt that the french grabbed him by the wrist, so he tried to get rid of his grip but the gold saint of Aquarius was already accustomed to the unpredictable hits of his best friend so he didn't yield to the shaking of his friend:
"Let me, Camus!"
"Relax you."
"No! Get out! Leave me alone!"
The struggle between the two lasted for a few seconds while Milo's rage was increasing and his thoughts focused on moving away from Camus, he didn't feel like watching him while the image of the french kissing his fellow friends martyred his head:
"Leave me, Camus, you are cold!"
Aquarius suddenly released his friend and looked at his hands involuntarily. Milo felt bad for the scene he witnessed as he was the only person in the entire Sanctuary who knew that Camus had a certain dread at the low temperature of his body and the influence on the allies around him; having resorted to such a comment to get rid of his contact seemed a bit horrible. Scorpio wanted to apologize right away with his best friend but the damage was already done, he could see the disappointment on Camus's face and how those blue eyes that sometimes seemed to him the perfect reflection of the universe, sharpened to look at him reproachfully:
"You're an asshole, Milo..." Aquarius whispered turning around.
That his best friend used his greatest weakness against him was worse than any stab in the back. Camus had went in search of Milo with a shrunken heart, afraid of having screwed up with the person who had decided to return the illusion for the birhtdays but now... he only thought about the possibility of throwing him down the stairs and arriving at his temple rolling as a ball.
His footsteps sounded in the darkness of the ninth temple, abandoned since the escape from Aioros; few people wanted to be there because the soul of Sagittarius seemed to continue protecting this building, even he sometimes perceived the essence of Aioros guiding the little ones as he had always done, Camus remembered him everyday, always with a wide smile... In the deep of himself, Camus missed very much the one who had taken care of them since he arrived at the Sanctuary, especially when Milo disappointed him or he felt extremely alone:
"Camus, please, forgive me..."
Scorpio took him by the wrist, same as which Camus had done seconds before to stop him. Turning around, just outside the ninth temple in direction to Capricorn, Milo's lips caught him. Milo struggled to maintain his sanity but no previous kiss was comparable to what he experienced when he kissed his best friend: the skin of the nape of his neck bristled, a shiver ran down his spine and his cheeks burned in less than five seconds: The only solution he could think of to apologize to Camus was to give him another victory, a possibility of asserting himself over him because the french knew that few things in the world were able to bend Scorpio'spride, Camus knew that Milo would love win in The Bottle game but now, his best friend wanted to apologize with him. "So predecible..." he thought, enjoying the kiss.
Milo admitted his defeat in order to reverse the damage he had done and continued kissing Camus waiting for an accurate blow to the ribs that, at the moment of truth, never came. The Aquarius Saint ran his arms over his friend's neck, joining his body to his and intensifying the passion of the kiss they were giving themself. Milo sensed that Camus was trembled and a mischievous smile was drawn on his face. "How adorable..." he thought when he felt Camus's breath on his the moment their mouths parted for a second.
"Don't stop kissing me, asshole..." Camus whispered.
"Do you like it?"
"Fuck... yes, I love it"
Aquarius always wanted to look like an ice floe, someone cold and impassive capable of controlling his mind to the point of defending himself in the middle of a kiss provided by Aphrodite himself but in reality, Camus melted like any other mortal, he also blushed or shuddered at the timid caresses that Scorpio began to provide under the shirt and, even he begged for more in each of their frictions... but he did n't want to show anyone that facet, he hated that others compared him with the average so he tried his best to keep his head cool, but Milo knew that under his after that appearance, his best friend longed to put aside all that barrier and tear down that facade to expose a sweet boy who sought heat of others.
***
When the next day, when Camus appeared in his temple, he discovered two things: the first one, that his mates weren't prone to pick up the mess in someone else's house and the second one, that he hadn't been the only one who had enjoyed of a innocent night full of samples of love in other temple that was not his own.
- THE END-
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· Notes: English isn't my main language, please forgive all the mistakes I may have made. I also don't know the exactly terms of Saint Seiya in english, if you think I should correct any, please let me know! ^ - ^