To Tame the Beauties
Rated : M
Disclaimer : all characters belonged to the highly respected Masami Kurumada. No infringement intended.
Warning : yaoi, lemon in later chapters.
A/N : A collection of one shots with Gold saints Lost Canvas as the main characters, one chapter could be related to the other. It mostly takes time before the Holy War and there will be various pairings inside. A little bit of OOC and AU too I guess, can't avoid it.
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The Beauty of the Roses
Pairing : SisyphusxAlbafica
Warning : slight non-con.
Timeline : One year before the Holy War, so Sisyphus is around 28 years old, El Cid is 25, Albafica 22, and so on. Let's just assume that Aspros betrayal hasn't take place yet.
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For Sisyphus, a beauty was to be tamed, to be conquered and to be owned.
It was these three matters that were exactly playing in his head as he, being the most senior of all the Gold saints, was enjoying his privilege by being the first to take his seat on the huge meeting desk. That afternoon all the Gold saints were being summoned to the Pope's Chamber for their regular monthly meeting. His Golden comrades were scattered across the room while chatting among themselves, waiting to be summoned to their own seats. Sisyphus then decided to use this very limited relax time to study his comrades, or to be more précised, to study one of them.
For someone like Sisyphus, to have those three ideas in his head could be categorized as disgrace. He was the Pope's most trusted Gold saint and a fearless warrior, a man who was exceptionally admired all around Sanctuary for his kindness and bravery. He, the mighty Sagittarius saint, whom everyone was trying to become and failed. Yes, all those remarkable achievement was really his, it all based on his hard work and he was extremely proud of them.
Yet again, as they always said, they were only human and no one was ever perfect. Not even him.
Everyone had their weaknesses, even one as low as carnal desire. It was a dark side, a very secretive part of their lives which buried deep within their hearts and souls which none but themselves knew about. For the sake of the good names of all Gold saints and the spirit of their army, Sisyphus of course, had been hiding his from the very start it began invading his mind. No one needed to know that the role model of Sanctuary had once decided to conquer other only for the sake of pleasure. It would do them no justice and would mess up the stability of the place, and thus, he let it be. He dedicated his life to protect Athena and all human race, and one weakness would mean nothing, especially when it only concerned one particular man.
And that particular man was exactly the man he now was staring onto.
Sisyphus contained a sigh, trying to redeem the bubbling desire coursed through his blood at the unbelievably attractive sight standing few feet away from him. His object of affection, who was currently having his back to him, was oblivious to the eyes watching him since moments ago, and Sisyphus happily used the opportunity to drink him greedily.
That blue haired beauty, whose scent was forever smelled of roses, and whose face and body was more alluring than any other being in this whole wide world.
He, the ever beautiful Pisces saint, the one who held his heart.
Albafica.
And every time he repeated the name inside his head, it always made his body trembled with need.
Sisyphus couldn't remember when was the first time he began to develop a feeling toward that man, it just… sort of happened. Albafica was the beauty, his beauty, that he had conquered successfully, and for Sisyphus, this particular achievement was something that he couldn't compare to his other ones. It was just too priceless.
But of course, to tame a beauty meant a hard work and when coming to Albafica, it had been tenth times more than that. Until this very day, Sisyphus still bore all the wounds that Pisces had inflicted on him, and every time he looked upon these wounds, he would be reminded of the price he had to pay for having the one he so desired of.
How it was so worth it.
It had started during one particularly heavy rainy night few months back when his feet unconsciously had taken him to the 12th temple of the Sanctuary. Uninvited, Sisyphus had let himself in. Albafica had always been a solid loner, he never accepted anyone to be neared him and had invited no one to come to his temple. Thus one could imagine his shock when he found Sisyphus the Sagittarius, his senior and the wisest of them all, standing inside his bedroom, near his bed and was watching him with unreadable expression on his face.
As soon as he found out what Sisyphus had wanted from him, they fought, right there in the Pisces bedroom. Such an impressive resistance the beauty had given him, to this day it still amazed Sisyphus how they successfully had avoided the 1000 days of war. Still at the end, the more experienced Sagittarius saint won and with no further ado, threw the slim figure back onto the bed and mercilessly tore off his clothes. And there had begun his invasion.
Throughout the ordeal, surely Abafica fought like crazy. He lashed, kicked, bit, screamed, and finally cried his heart out when Sisyphus took claim of his body, in the not so gentle way. Sisyphus had had lovers before and it had been in his nature to always be gentle to them. But to this particular man, it felt like something inside him just cracked. It didn't matter that he had to ignite his cosmos all the time just so he wouldn't collapse by Albafica's poison, after all he didn't feel anything else but the mere lust that had taken over him. Albafica had unleashed the wild passion within him, and as he looked down to the writhing and struggling delicious, naked body beneath him, Sisyphus just lost it.
Albafica was a pure bliss, a true form of innocence, an ethereal being sent by God, only for him and Sisyphus gladly devoured him like there would be no tomorrow.
How the great Sagittarius saint finally surrendered to his own weakness.
When everything was over, Albafica no doubt was weeping ever so brokenly, but Sisyphus had already there to offer his comfort, holding him tight, whispering words of love into the man's ear and wiping the tears away until his sobs died down. He kissed him and his whole body ever so tenderly, as redemption for all the harshness he had just done. What had started as an invasion then turned into a declaration of love, and against all his principle, Albafica had timidly accepted it. Not like he had any other choice though, to reject the love given by the elder saint who had just ripped away his virginity, but for Sisyphus, it was enough.
Albafica was his. And for all what it's worth, it had been the most memorable day ever in Sisyphus twenty eight years of life.
"Do you not think, that with Hades and his army coming our way, you should not indulge yourself in such an indecent thought?" A deep voice sounded from his behind, startling him.
The Greek man turned his head around, his gaze fell onto the grinning face of his closest friend, and Sisyphus lips broke into a smile.
"Welcome back, my honored friend Sisyphus," his tall friend greeted, "I trust your mission went well?"
"So it was," Sisyphus replied politely, "And how do you fare, my friend El Cid of Capricorn?"
"I'm good," El Cid the Capricorn saint shortly replied. He took a seat next to the Sagittarius but moved his chair to Sisyphus direction so he had a full view of his best friend. Leaning his back to the chair, he then started, "So like I just said…"
"I heard," Sisyphus smirked, "And what makes you think that I indeed think that way?"
"Well, you've been staring at him for the past ten minutes, and they said you have something going on with our Milady Athena."
He almost laughed, "Haven't I told you not to listen to gossip? Sasha is a mere child and I am no pedophile, mind you?"
"Yes absolutely," the Spanish replied rather innocently, "Speaking of him though, I really have to tell you that from my point of view, it seems hardly fair for him to have you treat him that way."
"Then maybe you took a wrong angle to look from, my friend."
"Do I?"
Sisyphus chuckled and straightened his sit. El Cid was his best friend and the only one who knew of his secret, just like he was the only one who knew of the Capricorn's one. And so he didn't mind it for them to discuss some personal or rather intimate matters, especially when they were alone or out of hearing range of the Pope and their other comrades, such as now. He glanced once more to the Pisces, who at the moment was in the middle of having a conversation with Shion, and spoke softly, "Do not let his looks deceives you, Capricorn. He might be pretty, but he's still a male and a Gold saint, he could take it. And apart from that, he loves me and I love him, and what other reasoning you need?"
El Cid curled a smile in his lips, something that he didn't do too often, and countered, "Now that's new. He really said he loves you?"
"Why is it so hard for you to believe that he does?" Sisyphus asked back teasingly.
"No, I do believe it," the Capricorn replied, "I just thought that it's quite fast. Only for how long since that night you paid him a forced visit in his temple, few months? You are indeed a lucky bastard, Sagittarius."
"Do not mock me, friend," Sisyphus snickered, "You know he's a solitude type, he befriends no one and that makes him the unhappiest person in the world. I need to stop that, easing off the burden on his shoulders, giving him love just so he knows how it feels. And I might say that it works, wonderfully."
"Ah, so he does smile when he's with you?"
"So he does. He even smiles now when I do him on bed."
If El Cid wished to choke out at hearing that answer, he had enough self control not to do so, "Sisyphus, that part is not what I'm asking …"
"But then it peaks your curiosity, is it not?" He teased, "Why the interest? If I do not know you better, my Capricorn fellow, I would get suspicious by this unnecessary concern of yours."
"Obsessive, aren't we?" This time it was El Cid who let out a snicker, which Sisyphus replied by a soft laugh. Once he turned serious, the Spanish man began again, "You know it is not him I have my eyes on."
The hazel eyes widened, "Oh my, you're right. I terribly forgot about that."
Sisyphus slid his eyes around the room to look for another long haired saint which had been El Cid's muse for the last few months. He found him pretty quick, standing in one corner of the room, not indulging himself with anyone and seemingly was looking outside the window to Sisyphus didn't know what. He glanced back at his best friend and his smile widened at seeing a longing expression on the tanned face.
So everyone indeed have their weaknesses.
"I probably have done the same thing as you did," El Cid mumbled, "If only that wretched twin of Aspros not standing in the way."
"You're kidding, he likes Defteros?" Sisyphus choked out. The Capricorn's answer was a mere 'hmmm', and Sisyphus asked again, "And you know this as the truth?"
"I know it. I saw them. Once." El Cid countered bitterly, and added, "And do not ask me how as I do not wish to explain it to you."
"Sure," the elder shrugged, glancing once more at the young man in afar, "Then, you need to hold yourself, my friend. Because same like the Pope and the others, I will not appreciate a fight among us."
"Defteros is not one of us."
"Still, he's Aspros twin, and Aspros is one of us," Sisyphus remarked, "You are a wise man, El Cid. Ever heard of a quote saying patience is a virtue?"
El Cid snorted quietly, which nearly made Sisyphus laugh broke out. But in that moment, his eyes caught a movement from his own muse. Albafica, with his keen senses, surely had felt someone was drilling a hole behind his head all along and he span around, his sudden movement made him staring directly at Sisyphus. The Pisces sky blue eyes widened for a moment, as he realized it was the Sagittarius who was staring at him. There were question marks in his eyes as they then moved to El Cid, who returned his gaze silently, and the young Dutch saint then fell into a deep blush.
The two were talking about him, no doubt about it.
Sisyphus almost smirked again at seeing a faint shiver raked through the lithe body, the porcelain cheeks went crimson by embarrassment. He felt his pants went tighter by seeing those alone, how he missed messing around with him. Despite filling his head with all the important matters of the upcoming meeting, Sisyphus couldn't help not to ponder on those things he loved to do to that particular delicate creature.
As he just said it, patience is a virtue. Pleasure would be on his grasp, all he had to do was to wait.
He fixed his eyes to him, couldn't avert them even if he wished it to and merely enjoying the nervousness of his would-be prey. Albafica on the other hand, couldn't keep his gaze. He looked down to the floor for a moment, letting his long bangs covering his face, before then resuming his conversation with Shion. But as he did so, he maneuvered smartly so that his body was hid behind the giant figure of Taurus Aldebaran who happened was standing near him, shielding him from the two saints eyes. There he was safe.
With a disappointed chuckle, Sisyphus leaned back to his chair and sighed.
"Looks like…" El Cid let out a soft chuckle, "Someone is going to pay a visit to someone, when this meeting is over."
"Perhaps." Sisyphus answered calmly, "Then again, I do not really need to explain all my plans to you, do I not, my dear friend?"
"No you're not, Sisyphus. Of course not."
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Next : El Cid