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Massage

Milo looked at the small town, bathed in hot sunbeams. He got there at early morning and the streets were still empty. Time to time he was able to see some ownerless dog, wandering around the boundaries sniffing around interesting him things. Nothing special. Of course, he could feel the remains of the strange cosmo, the Pope was talking about; this slight power was present in the air. Something had to happen there not so long ago. The feeling he had right now was awful, making him uneasy and a little afraid. Who was there? Who visited this small town in Brazil, making almost everyone to forget about other villager? Another God that want to pick fight with Lady Athena? Or maybe someone who didn't know that the Earth was under the Protection of the Goddess of Wisdom? He was here to explain everything, to gain some new information and maybe link this case with this one in France. Probably he would return with nothing special. If that woman would know anything more about it, then she would be talking to the others as well. Or maybe that strange cosmo and the craziness of this woman are unrelated?

He sighed deeply, wondering why it had to be him to be there. Aldebaran would be better, since he was born here. Right now he could be in the Sanctuary, with Camus, preparing for the upcoming in Greece evening. But no, he had to be sent here, for no one knew how long, just to find some crazy woman and gain information that could not even exist.

With the sour face he walked over the town, hoping he would come back to Camus soon.

For a few long minutes he didn't meet anyone; only near the center he noticed some people, waling over the big marketplace, stationed at the big square. The first moment he stepped his foot among them, he started to attract much more attention than the colorful stalls. It was a little awful for him to be observed by these people that had hostile expressions on their faces. He even though that they could attack him. Some of them were looking at his Armor really greedy, like they wanted to steal it. Milo wasn't surprised; these people looked like they never saw any gold in their whole lives.

"Another weirdo…" he heard the quiet whisper. He smiled. So, now he was weirdo?

"Maybe he came for Ângela?" murmured another one. "Someone should take that crazy woman away."

"Exactly. Poor thing; believing that she had the husband..."

"Look, she is here too..."

Everyone around looked at a small woman, walking through the street. Milo took a look at her too, since it was the woman he was searching for. She had long, brown hair and really pale face. It was clear that for some time she was living in stress.

The Scorpio remembered her face and before anyone noticed it, he disappeared from the square, hiding himself and observing the woman, named Ângela.

Soon the woman left the square, after buying some necessary things and it seemed she was heading to her house. Milo was following her quietly, making sure that any other villager noticed his actions. When she finally stopped in the front of the small house, Milo approached her, making it noisy enough for her to hear him behind. She looked at him with the fear inside her eyes.

"Are you Ângela?" Milo asked to make sure he was following the right person.

She nodded, shivering a little. Did she think he was here to kill her or rob her? Or maybe she was afraid that she would disappeared like her husband?

"I came here to talk about your missing husband," Milo added with the warm smile.

"You are back really quickly, Scorpio Milo," said the Pope, looking at his subordinate.

"Yes. I found that woman just after getting there. I have some new information," answered Milo, thinking about everything he heard not so long ago. It was really strange; this missing of that man couldn't be counted as the common and easy one.

"Oh, I'm so glad. Maybe we could solve this case," whispered Pope Shion.

"I'm not sure, Your Majesty. It is a strange case..." murmured Milo, feeling uneasy.

"What do you mean, Milo?"

The Scorpio sighed deeply.

"It is true; there was certain man that now is missing. And it is true that only his wife remembers him. But at the beginning she couldn't remember him as well," Milo said. This case was so strange; he wasn't able to understand anything. Camus wouldn't have such a problem…

"She didn't remember him?" the Pope looked at the Scorpio surprised. "How could it be? So why she remembers him right now?"

"I don't know. I can't understand it either. But that woman said that for two days she couldn't remember him. She had only a strange feeling that something is wrong. She could remember slightly some voice, but she couldn't recognize it. It was the voice of his husband. For all the time she was encountering the signs of his existence, his personal things, his photos and clothes. And three days ago she remembered him."

"It is really strange… Why other people couldn't remember his even now…?" Pope Shion murmured to himself. "Did she remember something strange about the day when her husband disappeared?"

"She said she had very strange dream."

"A dream?"

"Yes. According to her words, it was like she was waked up, but at the morning everything seemed for her to be only dream. She said she saw really beautiful woman in her house, a woman who could be the Goddess of the whole humanity. She could feel the power spreading out of her. And that beautiful woman was whispering something to a man, that later turned out to be her missing husband."

"It is really strange dream. So, we could suspect, that it was the reality she saw at night but the kidnapper made her think it was a dream. Also the kidnapper made everyone who knew that man to forget about him. Do you agree with me, Milo?"

"Yes, it seems that way," answered Milo.

"And we can suspect that some Goddess is really linked to that case. Lady Athena felt powerful cosmo in that area exactly when that man got missed. It couldn't be just a coincidence. I think I should consult everything with out Goddess, Milo," the Pope said, thinking hardly over this case. "Thank you for your hard work, Scorpio Milo. You are dismissed."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Milo murmured, bowed his head and left the Pope Chamber quickly.

Scorpio Milo was really glad that he managed to end this stupid mission so quickly and the Pope didn't have any more orders for him. It was still early enough to make some preparation for the night, to have a long and hot shower and even for short talks with his other friends. He only hoped that later the Head of the Sanctuary wouldn't send him again somewhere.

He stepped down slowly, passing through the Temples, wondering a little where Camus went, when he didn't find him in the eleventh building and planning to go to the nearby village. Hour later he left the hills finally, in his way having pretty long talk with Kanon and Aiolia and when the sun was slowly heading to the horizon, he was already out of the Sanctuary, searching in the village something he wanted to give his lover before the night.

The hours were passing slowly, the sun reached already the line between the sky and Earth at the horizon, the Pope fortunately seemed to forget about him and Camus was nowhere to be found. Milo spent all this time on being bored or talking with the Second Gemini, who seemed to be the only remaining Gold Saint in the Holy Land right now. He tried to not be worried about his lover, but longer the Aquarius wasn't around the much he thought that the Pope sent him for a stupid mission. It was possible, maybe somewhere in the world another person was remembering someone as the only one? But of course for him it meant no passionate night if Camus wasn't here. And all his efforts to finish his own business in the Brazil were in vain…

When the sun hid itself already, Milo left the Gemini Temple, deciding to take the shower finally. He was a little tired after this day, it was hot and his whole body was covered by the sweat even if he took of the Scorpio Cloth long time ago and now it was evening. Kanon bid him farewell, inviting for another talk.

"Visit me sometime, it is really boring here without any other Gold Saint around," the Gemini said, smiling to him.

"No problem, Kanon. Next time I made sure to bring Camus, he is so asocial, that I bet he forgot how the common talk could be," Milo joked, smiling back and climbing the stairs. Kanon laughed shortly and disappeared in the building already covered with many shadows of the night. The Scorpio quickly passed the remaining Temples and hid inside his cool domain.

He took really long and cold shower to comfort his skin and his muscles. Water was slowly falling down his sweat body, making it clean and comfortable. Usually he hated the cold showers, but at day like this, it was like a balm on the burned skin. He already come to terms with a view of being alone tonight; if Camus was sent somewhere by the Pope then nothing could help. Being angry wouldn't do anything good; it could make him only to feel worse. He though that maybe he could visit Kanon again after finishing his shower; it wasn't too late right now and he still wanted to talk with someone.

When it was too cold for him, he left the shower quickly, wiped himself and stretching strongly his body, he left the bathroom, covering his loins only with the towel.

He was putting already his shirt when two cold hands touched his exposed shoulders. It was shock for him, since his skin was already warm. He jumped from the surprise, turned himself and then two cool lips caught his own in the strong kiss. Camus smiled under this kiss, looking into surprised, blue eyes of Milo.

"Ugh, you startled me, darling," said Milo, when their lips departed.

"Really?" asked Camus.

"I thought the Pope sent you for a mission," added the blue-haired man. "I wasn't expecting you right now."

"That's my line, Milo. I was sure you wouldn't return from Brazil until tomorrow."

Milo laughed.

"Yes, I thought that too," he murmured, encircling his arms around Camus' torso. When he saw his lover, when he touched his body he felt he wouldn't hold anymore. This beast kept calm since their trip to France now was roaring inside his body, wanting to end in the bed right now.

He smiled widely and caught Camus' lips in greedy kiss. He couldn't hold himself anymore, and after a while, when he felt his lover to hug him too, Milo broke inside the mouth of him, searching for a tongue, desiring the hot dance of the passion. Without even thinking about it, he led Camus to his bed. The Aquarius surrendered to that, allowing the Scorpio to kiss him deeply and strongly, feeling the heat inside his body. He knew that feeling. It was almost the same like two days ago on that beach in France. His pride was getting harder and harder just because of the touch of Milo. He liked that, even if it was making him a little afraid of this night.

Still kissing him deeply, Milo forced Camus to sit on the bed, kneeling above him. After a short while his hands slipped under the shirt of the Aquarius, touching the cold skin. He felt his lover to twitch hardly. He looked at Camus a little surprised and broke their kiss.

"Sorry darling, I'm acting like I want to rape you…" Milo whispered with the smile, noticing how nervous Camus was right now.

The Aquarius chuckled a little abashed. The Scorpio stood quickly, disappeared in the kitchen and after a while, returning with the bottle of the wine.

"Wanna some?" Milo asked, putting two glasses on the table and not waiting for the answer filling them with the red liquid.

Camus with the sight of thanks accepted the glass of the cool wine. Milo sat down beside him and with two sips emptying his glass. Then he looked at his lover, watching as his hand holding the dish was shivering slightly.

"There is no reason to be so nervous, Camus," Milo said warmly, touching gently Camus' hand with the glass and slowly leading it to his lover's mouth. The Aquarius drank obediently some liquor then Milo let Camus' hand go, took gently his face and kissed him passionately. After a while he slipped the tip of his tongue and started to lick his lover's lips slightly, time to time sucking them subtly. He could feel like the Aquarius was slowly calming down. "You are too tense," the Scorpio whispered, departing their lips. "Wanna massage?"

"Huh?"

"I will give you massage. Your muscles are tense," repeated the blue haired man.

He jumped at the bed, took off his shirt and sat down behind his lover, pressing slightly his abdomen to the bottom of Camus' back. He reached the buttons of Camus' clothe and started to unbutton it slowly, licking his lover's earlobe with the passion. The Aquarius twitched again, but weaker than last time. Milo smiled warmly.

When he took care of the every single button, Milo slipped the shirt from Camus' shoulders with long move. After a while clothe landed on the floor. Then the Scorpio started to massage his lover gently, making the slow circles on the cool skin with his thumbs. Meanwhile Camus emptied his glass.

"How does it feel?" asked Milo after a few minutes, feeling Camus' muscles relaxing under his touch. When the Aquarius murmured something with delight, Milo pressed his whole body to the back of his lover and started to rub their bodies slightly, massaging the shoulders more. Camus moaned quietly, feeling the hardness of the Scorpio at his buttocks. Left by him, empty glass fell to the floor, and disappeared under the bed.

The Scorpio smiled warmly and kissed the exposed shoulder in the front of his eyes. Then he looked at Camus' abdomen, and felt really satisfied when he saw bulge on his pants. Without waiting any longer, his hand slipped from the shoulder and slowly rubbing the cold skin, it headed down. The Aquarius sighed deeply from the excitement when the fingers tightened for a while on his nipples. Taking it as the invitation, Milo unzipped the jeans of his lover and slipped his hand under the material.

This time it wasn't just slight sound. When the delicate fingers of Milo touched his half hard pride, Camus moaned loudly, resting his head on the Scorpio's shoulder and starting to shiver form the excitement. The signs of the nervousness left him, leaving only the feeling of the lust. He didn't even notice when he started to move slightly his body too, trying to feel Milo's hardness more. He heard also the quiet chuckle of satisfaction moment before their two pair of lips linked together in the greedy kiss. But even now, having the hot tongue inside his mouth, Camus couldn't stay quiet with the hand of Milo, playing with his member. His cheeks were burning strongly from the heat spreading around his body. After a really sensitive lick of Milo's tongue and the hard move of his hand around the hardening pride, Camus moaned one more time, freed himself from his lover gasp, pushed him on the bed and with almost crazy look on his face sat at him.

Milo looked at Camus' face a little surprised; there wasn't any sign of being nervous like a while ago. He smiled, seeing the red cheeks and shining eyes. Then Camus caught him into the long and deep kiss and started rubbing their loins together.

But even that couldn't last for too long. They were excited so much, that few minutes later Camus pulled off Milo's jeans, getting rid of his own as well. Completely naked he sat down at his lover again, starting to rub their skins one more time, and touching gently the Scorpio's pride, making it harder and bigger with the every second. With the long moan, Milo hugged him tightly and sat with him, couldn't wait any longer.

The Scorpio smiled in the reply, and holding tightly his lover, he reached to the bedside cabinet and from the drawer he took small tube.

"What is that?" asked Camus, watching as Milo opened the tube and pour some limpid gel on his fingers.

"It will make everything easier for you, darling," murmured the Scorpio and threw the tube at the bedside cabinet. Then he kissed Camus deeply.

After a while Camus felt something really cold and slippery, that touched the area around his entrance and he understood what Milo meant with his words. Two delicate fingers started to massage this place slowly. And at the same moment when Milo's tongue rushed deeply inside his mouth, these two fingers entered him with one and firm move.

The Aquarius moaned into his lover's mouth a little painfully. It made him to feel some new kind of the pain, but thanks to that gel, Milo's fingers could move inside him more freely. The kiss they shred turned into the kiss of apology.

"Does it hurt too much for you, darling?" asked Milo.

Camus snorted, feeling two digits stretching his entrance gently.

"Don't underestimate me, Scorpio," he answered, starting to move his hips up and down, making Milo's fingers to enter him deeper. "Beside something more painful is waiting for me," he added just before kissing him again. He didn't know what possessed him back then, when he started to move like that, feeling Milo's fingers deeper and deeper every second. Yes, it was causing him some slight pain, but this pain was addicting. Once he felt it, he wanted more and more. And when he just wanted to tell Milo about it, the third digit entered him roughly. He moaned, really moaned, but this time not from the pain, but from the sick pleasure it was giving him.

The Scorpio looked at his lover surprised. Camus' cheeks were burning strongly, his eyes were shining, and for a while Milo thought that it wasn't him, it wasn't his beloved Aquarius, who was moving his hips to make his own fingers to sink deeper and deeper inside the warm entrance. It was something he never expected from this cold Saint; it seemed that not only he had the wild beast inside his body that wanted to get free.

They stayed in that position for long minutes. Camus was still stroking Milo's member, still having his fingers inside. But Milo knew that if they wouldn't change it, it could end really quickly. So he pulled out his digits from Camus and hearing disappointed moans of the Aquarius, he caught his lover and lay him down on the bed.

"I think we should start," the Scorpio whispered into Camus' ear, positioning himself in the front of his parted legs. He felt his lover to twitch really hardly, when he touched Camus' buttock with his hard member. "Are you ready, darling?"

For a while the Aquarius had the expression as if he wasn't ready at all and he wanted to stop right now. But then he smiled and nodded weakly, looking deeply inside the bright blue eyes of Milo. At the same moment he caught him and pulled down, linking their lips together in a strong kiss.

Milo chuckled, having his lips pressed by Camus' one. He took one of Camus legs and raised it, making the better and easier access to his body. Then he broke inside Camus mouth with his tongue at the same time entering him with a firm thrust.

The Aquarius dug his nails in Milo's shoulder, feeling the hot and hard member invading his body. It was painful, really painful and he didn't know how he managed to not scream. It was like something was tearing apart his flesh and soul. His instinct wanted him to run away from that pain; he was ready to withdraw, but then he felt the long fingers sinking gently into his aquamarine hair, he felt second hand gasping on his own pride and he felt the tongue inside his mouth that started to move less greedily and more with passion. Camus opened his dark eyes, now filled with the tears and looked into the bright irises of his lover. They were full of the apology but at the same time full of the love.

"I'm sorry, darling," Milo whispered softly into Camus' ear, shivering from the excitement and trying to hold his lust for a while. He wanted to start, to move, to thrust, but he didn't intend to cause his lover more pain than necessary.

Camus shook his head slightly, taking another look inside Milo's eyes. He could feel as well like his lover was insistently holding back from moving. So he smiled warmly, touching the red cheeks of Milo with his hand and moving a little his hips to check if it would be really so painful. Then he pulled Milo's face to his own and touched the warm lips of Milo.

"Move," he whispered shakily into the lips, closing his eyes and encircling tightly his arms around the muscular torso.

The Scorpio wasn't waiting any longer after that invitation. That beast inside him got free finally and could do as it pleased. He gasped slightly, caught gently Camus' hips and trying to remember to not cause him too much pain, he started.

It was really pleasurable to sink into Camus body over and over again. He heard the slight moans of his lover, but now he couldn't tell if they were the moans of the pain or just the moans of delight. His mind got lost in that sensual act; his instinct took control over his body. He wanted to sink deeper and deeper, his thrust were getting stronger with the every second. The nails, digging into his skin were making him excited, the tongue on his throat was making him excited and the hot, hard member between their two bodies was making him excited. Milo didn't even notice when Camus started to move his hips as well, deepening the sensations over his body. It couldn't be compared to anything. This pleasure of his body and mind was something he never felt before. In some point he even forgot his own name. Only the body under him had the matter, the body, pleasure and the heat.

Camus could see clearly what was happening to his lover. He could see these shining eyes; he could feel the greedy hands on his hips. Of course he could feel the pleasure too, but he was sure it wasn't as strong as the one Milo felt right now. Actually the pain was still present in his body, every thrust of Milo's hips was causing his some pain, so much different from this pain he felt having Scorpio's fingers inside. But it wasn't unpleasant. Just like that fingers were causing him some sick satisfaction with that pain, now Milo's pride stretching his insides was giving him a new level of the experiences. He wanted more, really more, even if it would mean more pain. That's why he started to move his own hips too, so the hard member could enter him deeper.

But when he was about to move stronger, make Milo to thrust harder, his lover arched his back rapidly with the scream, after a while lying back on Camus body and whispering into the opened mouth of the Aquarius, he came hard inside him. The aquamarine-haired man could feel the entire warm cum of Milo filling his insides with the strong stream. For a while he thought he could finish too, feeling the climax of Milo, but no, the excitement didn't explode inside his body, leaving him really disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Camus," whispered Milo, panting loudly. "It was too much for me."

Camus shook his head, feeling like Milo pull out his member. He wanted to say something, but then, his lover slipped down, took his pride and licked it slowly.

"But I can fix it," Milo added and took Camus' pride into his mouth. The Aquarius moaned loudly, when the agile tongue started to dance around his manhood.

"Ugh, Milo…" he whispered, trying to not scream from the pleasure he felt while his lover was sucking the tip. The head with many curls was moving up and down, taking the hot member deeply into the mouth, causing it to touch the back of Milo's throat. It was so pleasurable that even Milo thought he would cum again just because of having Camus' pride inside his mouth. "Milo…" the Aquarius whispered again. Then, after a really sensitive move of Milo's tongue, he came hardly into the Scorpio mouth, seeing as his lover swallowed quietly everything. His moan filled the bedroom of the Scorpio Temple.

Milo chuckled, looking at his panting lover and lay beside him. Camus turned to him and placed gently kiss on his lips, smiling a little exhausted.

"Thank you, Milo," he murmured.

"Huh? For what? I think I should thank you, Camus," answered Milo taking his lover into his arms and putting his head at the exposed shoulder. "It was the most pleasurable thing I ever did," he added, feeling sleepy.

This one it was Camus who chuckled.

"I bet it was," he whispered with the same sleepy voice. "Tomorrow I want to do that again…"

The Scorpio blinked a few times before raising his head and looking at Camus.

"Huh?"

But no one answered him. It seemed Camus fall asleep in the comfortable embrace of his lover.