I'm just going to use this as a place to uplaod HyogaXShun drabbles I am likely to write. So it will be sparodically updated (HA!) and random. Feel free to review, but bare in mind that most of these are merely mentalexorcism and will not contain plot or anything so advanced.

Drabble 001 : Forbidden Moment
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen ai, pwp, fluff
A/N: omg I suck. Toothrot anyone?

He closed his eyes, shuddered and bit his lip hard. His knees threatened to buckle and he leant against the shower tiles, gasping and blinking in the spray of water.

Every morning was the same. Every day he undertook this ritual. Turn the shower on, soap-up, jerk-off. It was like some bizarre drug, and if he didn't take it, he would spend the rest of the day agitated, haunted by gut-wrenching cravings and hellish thoughts.

Every morning he told himself that it had to stop. That it was wrong and impure, and that if the others ever found out…if the other Saints where to ever discover what he kept hidden beneath the surface, then they would…actually, he didn't know what they would do. And he didn't want to find out.

He turned the heat up, the almost boiling water stinging and burning, leaving his skin red and raw. This too, was part of his routine. In his mind, the heat purified him and sterilised him. In reality, the heat hurt him so much that for a moment, he was able to forget.

He turned the water off and stepped out, groping for a towel through thick fog of steam that had collected in the small bathroom. He found one, and wrapped it around himself while observing his image in the blurred, steamed-up mirror. He could make out the mass of unruly blonde hair, now hanging in dark strands that dripped the cooling water onto his shoulders. He could just about see the shadow of the scar over his heart, the wound that Ikki had inflicted so long ago. Sometimes he wished that Ikki had managed to reach his heart, and he wished that he had torn it out. That way, he wouldn't be here, trying to still a fluttering beat that was the only thing that could give up his secret.

He pushed the thought from his mind. He couldn't afford to dwell on it. He tied the towel around his waist and flung the bathroom door open. The steam swirled out, and he didn't see the smaller figure before he collided with it, sending it toppling backwards with an angry squeal.

"Hyoga?" It said, staring questioningly while attempting to regain some semblance of composure.

"Shun…are you ok?" He said, taken aback at the sight before him. Shun continued to stare, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide. "Shun?"

Shun blushed furiously and looked away. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. It was, just, you know, a shock…and…"

"I'm sorry."

Hyoga struggled to look elsewhere, but the smaller Saint before him, who was still dressed in his faded grey pyjamas had him captured and rooted to the spot. This was kind the kind of encounter Hyoga tried to avoid, especially in the morning– his weakest time. He offered his hand to help Shun up and regretted it immediately. His skin tingled when the small pale hand grasped and pulled on it. When he pulled Shun up, he over-compensated, forgetting how small and light his body was, and Hyoga drew the smaller Saint into what was almost an embrace. He shuddered, a cold thrill running down his spine. He caught the scent of Shun's hair and closed his eyes, longing to run his fingers through that tangled flash of green.

Shun staggered forward, his face a flushed picture of disbelief and embarrassment.

"I'm…I'm so sorry!" He stammered hurriedly, his porcelain skin tinted across the cheeks with a palest rose. Yet he made no effort to move away from the shower-drenched body, and his hand was still entangled with Hyoga's.

Hyoga couldn't think of anything to say. So he didn't. Instead he leaned forward slightly and pulled Shun closer. Their lips brushed, and he felt the smaller body tense up in his arms, his shallow breath burning Hyoga's mouth. His heart hammered at his ribs, and the feeling was incredibly uncomfortable yet subtly exciting. He knew what he shouldn't do.

Despite the risks, despite everything he had done to avoid this, he kissed Shun. Just a soft kiss at first, barely a flutter of mouths; but when Shun started to kiss back, it turned into a fierce scramble to reclaim a forbidden desire. Hyoga felt that familiar, yet exquisite chill rise in his chest, and he didn't want that delicious moment to end. And he wouldn't have let it end, if it wasn't for the movement of another Saint in the adjacent room.

They broke apart, flinging themselves away from each other. Shun's face was still a picture of disbelief, but of a different kind. Hyoga gasped for breath, jumping when the door clicked open, revealing a disgruntled Seiya, who announced his presence with a loud yawn.

"Morning!" he exclaimed brightly, pushing past Hyoga and Shun, totally unaware of any kind of uncomfortable silence. "Shun- nice pyjamas and Hyoga- you really should get dressed. You'll catch a cold…"

Seiya sniggered at his wit as he slid into the bathroom. By the time the door was shut, Shun had disappeared and Hyoga was left standing alone, with nothing but a towel on and that forbidden moment replaying in his head.