Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to Masami Kurumada, I'm only borrowing his toys for a bit. ;)

Notes: This is a massive AU, and contains spoilers if you know nothing about the Hades chapter, manga or anime. Its a bit sexual at the start, but nothing graphic, nothing mentioned. Main pairings will be Hades/Hyoga, and Hyoga/Shun, so it is yaoi. There may be other pairings later.

Hope you all enjoy it. :)

Forever Yours

Hyoga gently, ever so gently, undid the buttons on his deity's shirt, slowly exposing the pale skin beneath. He longed to taste that flesh, to run his tongue and lips over it, but he restrained himself. Only if the other said so, only if he was given permission.

The last button came undone, and the almost silk like material slide slowly, sensually, down white shoulders, to pool at the elbows. He silently slipped off the shirt the rest of the way, handling the other as if he were touching the most delicate of glass. The shirt was folded, and set aside, before his gaze flickered up to empty, but watchful pools of lightless gray green .

There was the slightest nod, and he reached for the clasps of the pants. Unfastening them, he gently tugged them off, leaving the body before him bare. And beautiful. So very very beautiful, He looked up again, to see those haunting eyes on him. A brief, almost smile came to those pale lips, the only allowance he would receive. He moved forward, and his hands touched upon the soft flesh of his deity's chest.

The skin was cold, as if death had come to the body, but he knew better. This icy feel was only right for the god of the dead, warmth was foreign here. Yet, faintly, faintly, something stirred in him. A whisper that warmth had been there once, that the skin under his fingertips had been alive, and should be flushed in delicate shyness and pleasure, instead of dead white...

Fingertips touched his cheek, and the whispers stopped. The almost formed picture of an innocent, bright aqua eyed boy faded away. Washed away by his lord's rare touch, as he looked up to those ever watchful orbs. Thick hair brushed his face, blood red, not living green, as his master leaned down a little. Cold lips, lacking passion, lust or love, covered his, kissing him. The image and the memory of it disappeared.

No warmth, there had never been warmth, only cold, the ice of death embodied in flesh. His own soul was made of that cold, for he was his lord's Ice Saint. Only the deity's, he was owned by him, body, mind, and soul. Had always been, would always be.

The god drew back, withdrawing his touch as Hyoga leaned forward once more, long stilled hands moving, stroking, messaging flesh, as his lips joined in the caresses. Yet... Somewhere there was a taste of ashes, instead of nothing this time, and he wondered at the faint ache in his heart.

"Hyoga?" brilliant, sea green eyes stared into his, while flushed, kiss bruised lips raised in a sleepy smile.

Running his hand through the other's deep green hair, Hyoga leaned up to kiss the other, who was laying on top of him, "What, Shun?" he asked softly when he pulled away.

"Will you love me forever?" he wasn't shocked by the question. Shun usually asked it after intense battles, when he was still so uneasy about the fact he had hurt others, even in self defense. It had only been a little while since Poseidon, and Asgard. They were still healing, but had needed each other so desperately, that they had ignored their injuries. They only had, and still did, only know each other's warmth, and security.

"Of course, Shun. I've loved you for almost as long as I've known you. I love you now, and nothing will change in the future. I'll love only you for the rest of my life," he said, caressing Shun's pale cheek.

"What if something happens to me like to Julian?" the smile had died, leaving only a serious line now.

Hyoga paused, not expecting that question, "You mean like being possessed?"

Shun nodded, and Hyoga continued, going along with it, "I would find a way to free you."

Shun's eyes were growing grave, "And if you couldn't?"

"Why wouldn't I be able to? We managed to save Julian, and neither I nor our friends would ever give up on you," this turn stirred something in Hyoga, something that twisted a little at the look that was sparking in his lover's eyes.

"I know," the other sighed, laying his head on his chest now, "But still, if you couldn't, would you kill me?"

Tensing, Hyoga's arms tightened around the smaller Saint, protectively, "Why are you asking this, Shun?"

There was silence for a while, and in that silence, a fear sprouted in him, one he couldn't explain. Finally, Shun spoke, "It just occurred to me, if it could happen to an innocent like Julian, it could happen to any one of us. Please, Hyoga, answer me. Would you if you couldn't save me?"

The thought hurt to even consider it. He loved Shun, desperately. Living without him, even though it was a constant threat in their lives as Saints, was something he didn't know he could survive. He had lost too much. To lose the one he loved most in the world...

But then, to imagine his loving and gentle Shun imprisoned within his own body by a god that might use it to destroy all they fought to protect... To imagine his beloved suffering, crying in the dark recesses of himself while that god slaughtered all he cared for...

Hyoga would never allow it. Even if it did end up killing him as well, he could never let that happen. Freeing Shun would be better then having him near, but lost.

"I would, Shun. I promise, if such a thing were ever to happen, I would be sure to free you," it struck something in him, but he said it, for his lover's sake, for his own.

There was a whisper lightkiss placed on his throat, "Thank you. Hopefully, that will never happen."

"It won't, Shun," Hyoga stated, nuzzling his face into those deep green locks, "You're too strong. It won't happen."

Night. He was in his lord's bed, staring out into the forever dark world of the dead. His deity lay with his back to him, sleeping, or whatever it was gods did. Just as he should be doing the same, instead lying awake after a dream.

A dream he couldn't truly remember. Faintly, the image that had haunted him before, of gentle aqua eyes, and the echo of warm touches, came to him.

Staring at his lord's pale back, deathly white in the faint glow that emitted from the window, he couldn't help but feel this was wrong. Somehow, someway, being here, with him, was wrong.

Yet, he loved his god, had always loved him. Hades was everything to him, was all of him. Even though he knew the other could not feel such for him, he had at least gifted him with sharing his bed, and his body. Hyoga didn't know why his lord allowed it, as it seemed the other never gained pleasure or pain from their love making, but he was honored that he alone was allowed. Not even Pandora could come this close to Hades.

He didn't remember how this had started, only that it had seemed to stretch on from before time, and would continue long after the world died.. Memories were not important. Only his duty to Hades, only his love for Hades was.

And yet, the whispers grew, treacherous in that they spoke that Hades was not the name buried deep in his heart, the name he had forgotten in all but dreams. And it was not those lifeless gray green eyes that haunted him, but another's, no matter how he fought against it.

He could feel his lord's gaze on him, and his eyes focused upon those orbs, ever watchful. Slender fingers touched his cheek, gentle as Hades was not known to be.

"Hyoga? What is the matter?" soft, but powerful, he could never deny that voice.

Yet, what had troubled him? Again, what little he had gained, faded, as the feelings stilled under his beloved lord's touch. Nothing was wrong, his god was all there was. Why was he still awake and worrying his master?

"Nothing, my lord. I was merely watching as you slept," he wanted to kiss him, but dared not.

A faint smile tilted those lips, "Indeed. Go to sleep, my Ice Saint. We have things to do tomorrow."

He nodded a little, his will not his own as his eyes closed while those fingers withdrew. Everything was fine, his lord was right. What had he to worry about, except following his god's orders?