Framed Cliché
III : Sinners
"Because there is no such thing— as a perfect human being, but there is love— a selfish and uncontrollable love."
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The characters in this story belong to Masami Kurumada, Toei, and Bandai.
He knew he shouldn't have done this— this is pure treason to his Goddess, but there is no escape. He is completely trapped by that mouth, so demanding and hungry— trying to devour him and feel every bit of him, while those hands were exploring every inch of his body.
Weak— that's what he felt right now, he couldn't even use his power for the man in front of him— not when that hot tongue was guiding him, leading him to a passionate dancing that he had never danced before. His mind was hazed with clouds of passion.
He didn't even know how they end up like this— almost naked inside the other's man temple, along with the obscene sounds of their kiss, doing something that he knew well was forbidden for a man of his ranks. The faint smell of incense was barely perceptible by his nose— overshadowed by the intoxicating scent of the man in front of him.
He is completely drowning in the other's man charm— those sharp blue eyes were half-open leering at him with fervour. There was something about Virgo Shaka, that makes him weak— he didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was his alluring voice? Or perhaps it was his divine face, so cold, and sharp yet it warms his heart.
Or perhaps he is the divinity himself— He knew it was sacrilege to think about it, he is only a man— a human being and he was nothing to compare with the divine— who were made from the lights— and not with clay as human beings. He knew it was a sin to compare, even the man whom he compared with the Gods knew that it was a sin— and if his Goddess can see what he had thought in mind, he would certainly be punished.
But, Mu didn't care— he sins, and he proudly does so. He has committed a treason to his Goddess, he knew but he couldn't stop and he didn't want to stop.
He sins as he whimpered against his burning touch— feeling those fingertips all over his body. He sins as he groaned when the other's man possessed him — showing to the world his euphoria, for all that he has tasted the forbidden. He sins as those lips touch his— sharing the closest thing to a sacramental wine for his taste and his fingers were curled with every satisfaction.
He sins and he sins and he keeps sinning over and over again— he will stop for a while to tell that this series of sacrilege will end soon, but how can he stop when he hears that sonorous and celestial voice, calling out for his name when the Gods themselves have created this indescribable pleasure?
The ticking sounds of the clock remind him of the seconds in which he has spent drowning in this intoxicating scent, slowly and slowly erasing the conscience that came to remind him that this is not right.
But why does it's wrong? Is it because they were both men? Or is it because of their status— as a divine protector? But then again, if this maddening pleasure was forbidden by the Gods— then why did they create this pleasure that they called love? As a temptation for the human? The temptation that will make them the perfect human being when they pass through it.
A perfect human being who will be praised and cheered by other human beings. Illusioned that they will be given a reward for their achievement by the Gods for having withstood the temptations.
But for Mu— he doesn't want to be a perfect human being, more so when he is blessed and satiated by the caresses of the other all over his body— and he is absolved by the faint whisper of his name. He is complete.
He sins and he will keep sinning— because for Mu there are no such things as a perfect human being when you have a love for yourself— a selfish and uncontrollable love.
Author's Note:
Word Count for this chapter: 672 words.
This one is similar to the first one, but it tells Mu's perspective instead and it is also shorter.
Anyways, I apologised for the grammar errors, spelling mistakes, and any other mistakes as I am not a native speaker of English.
Thank you for reading.