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DESCRIPTION: Milo has a rep as the promiscuous party boy of the Saints. Mu is his polar opposite. When they're forced to room together, will Mu become the next notch on Milo's bedpost – or will he blast Milo into stardust first? Be warned: citrusy fanon-yaoi humor that some may consider OOC. Guest-starring genial!Aldebaraan and prissy!Shaka. Written for Philotas' "Host a Goldie!" fic challenge.

The Gold Hussy
by Silverr

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Chapter 1: In Search of a Midnight Snack

"I'd never have suspected you were the type to sleep in the nude."

When this sentence is uttered by an unexpected visitor in one's bedroom in the middle of the night it tends to be a little unsettling, and so it's understandable that the usually self-possessed Mu of Aries came awake with a gasp and fell out of his bed.

Someone had already lit the lamp – the someone being Scorpio Milo, the speaker of the sentence. Sitting on Mu's bed as though his presence was nothing out of the ordinary, he said, "I need a favor."

Mu blinked, then stood and walked across the room with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Nice ass," Milo murmured appreciatively.

Mu took a robe from the shelf of a small wooden wardrobe. "Why are you here, Milo?" he asked as he knotted the belt.

"Well, like I said, I want to ask a favor. I was hoping you could help me with a problem."

"Problem?" Mu turned and folded his arms patiently.

"Yes, well," Milo looked down at the bedspread, smoothed it with his hand as he let his hair fall over his face. "You know everyone thinks of me as this – " he shrugged, " – insatiable sex fiend or something ... " There was a slight quiver in his voice.

"Coming uninvited to a bedroom in the middle of the night doesn't do much to dispel that," Mu said with just the faintest edge of irritation.

Milo looked, up, his eyes large and apparently brimming with tears through the tangled fall of his hair. "See, I hadn't even thought of that, or how it would look ... I just don't know how to change the way people see me. How can I get people to take me seriously? I thought you could help me with that. People look up to you. They admire you, not write jokes about you in the bathroom."

Mu said, "Milo, I have an idea what you're up to – and it won't work."

"What I'm up to?" Milo asked uncertainly. "What do you mean? I came here for your help."

"Which required seductive clothing?"

Milo spread his hands and looked down at the leather pants and white silk shirt (open to the waist, of course) as if surprised to find himself dressed that way. "What, this? This is what I always wear."

"To sleep?" Mu asked, then, "And you're trying to manipulate my emotions by flattery, or get my sympathy by pretending to cry. Was I supposed to sit next to you, put my arm around you, comfort you? And then what, things would progress from there?"

"I don't know what you mean," Milo said, looking down again.

Mu continued crisply, "Shaka told me you came to him last week with the same story. He tells me that he and I are on a list of planned conquests you have."

Milo looked up, smiling. "Well, you got me. Still, it's not such a bad idea, is it? How about it? I'm here . . . you're here . . . we're both awake . . . ?"

"Milo," Mu said, his voice dangerously low, "get off my bed and out of my temple – now."

"Hey hey, OK, no reason to get mad," Milo said placatingly as he stood, "Just because I find you attractive is no reason to get all huffy." He picked up a small bag from the bedside table as he walked to the door.

"What is that?" Mu asked, nodding at the bag.

Milo shrugged. "Oh, I brought, you know, supplies. And toys. In case you said yes." He hurried to the door as Mu, his eyes flashing, began to unfold his arms. "Have a good trip, OK?" Milo tossed over his shoulder as a parting comment, "See you when you get back!" as he ran out of Mu's temple into the dark (presumably up the stairs back to his own temple).

"Toys," Mu muttered as he blew out the lamp and climbed back into his narrow bed. "Such a strange thing to bring."

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~ to be continued ~

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(43) 8 Mar 2010