Title: Personal Hell
Author: Shadow of Arashi
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Words: "fire", "damnation" and "bliss"
Author's Notes: This drabble came about because of a "fake fic meme" started on livejournal with my friends. The rule was to write something that must look like it was taken from a bigger fic. It was made upon request; the person gave the fandom they wanted and 3 keywords. Then we had to write. This is what I came up with. Written for Lady Hook.
Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya or any of its characters. I'm writing this purely for personal enjoyment.
Warning: Yaoi, hint of off-screen lemony content.

Personal Hell

By Shadow of Arashi

There was something absolutely mind blowing in the beautiful sight now offered to his eyes, he realised it and acknowledged it despite the pure strangeness of the situation.

There was nothing greater than victory, at least that's what he thought and he still believes it to be true to this day. But he wasn't considering battlefield victories at this point. Oh no, he was thinking about the breathless body laying next to him, hair dishevelled and skin flushed and wet with sweat. If it was possible to reach heaven - or rather Elision - in this hellish place then he firmly believed he had just reached it.

Glazed blue-green eyes opened slowly, seemingly searching for something before they focused on him. The fire burning in them pulled a low growl out of his throat, though it didn't surprise him anymore. He had to admit it, he was pleased beyond reason. How could he hope to explain this satisfaction in the deep of his soul, this product of knowing that it was he who lighted this inferno flaring now in those deep blue orbs?

Crawling closer to his prey, Rhadamanthys took a handful of blue hair and brought Kanon's face closer to his own. The other man merely stared back and didn't fought back when the specter kissed him nor did he resisted when he was pushed down again onto the bed, eyes locked with the English's. Rhadamanthys smiled.

"Tell me Kanon, how does damnation feel for you?"

The smile he received almost made him drop all cautions and he had to stop himself from ravishing his captive on the spot. He had all the time for that.

"It feels like bliss."

The soft whispering voice in his ear was finally his undoing and Rhadamanthys allowed himself to give in, bending over the Gemini saint body for another round of 'torture'.

To each their personal hells, he thought. And he wasn't so sure the other gold saints were enjoying themselves as much as their colleague.