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The time trap
Milo yawned loudly, stretching his muscular body under the soft blanket. The light of the sun was entering his bedroom through the small window in the wall, spreading the springs' warmth inside the Temple of the Scorpio. His limbs didn't want to obey his will, stubbornly holding Milo in the bed. It was sight that he slept too long. What a shame, he missed that way some of the beautiful day!
The Scorpio opened his bright eyes, and looked at the ceiling above him, trying to get rid of the remains of his dreams. He had such a strange dream, it left some awful feeling inside his head. Like it just happened some time ago… No, like it just was gonna happen soon… Ugh, it was so complicated, Milo couldn't focus his mind on it in the way he should do right now. And in some way this dream was really important! Camus wouldn't have problems with finding the true meanings behind that dream!
With the long, irritated sigh he turned his head, and looked at the other side of his bed. The long, aquamarine hairs were falling like the cascade, covering the body of his cool-headed lover. Milo could see all the curves of Camus' well-build muscles, the perfect, peaceful face, long neck with the bright, soft skin, the strong arms, slim hands with long fingers, his hard-like-steel stomach and the path of the dark, aquamarine hair, heading from the belly to the edge of the blanket covering the lower part of Camus body. The Scorpio felt the overwhelming desire to throw away the soft material, and look where this path was ending. He was stretching already his hand toward Camus abdomen, but before he reached the destination he changed his mind. Camus really didn't like to be wake like that…
Milo sighed, turning his body at the side and facing his sleeping lover. It was really late morning already and the sunny day was waiting for them. Besides soon they would have the meeting with Athena and Pope Shion. And if Camus would sleep little longer, then Aquarius wouldn't be so energetic as always.
The blue-haired man stretched his hand, placed it on Camus' head, and stroked gently his aquamarine hair with a long move.
"Camus, darling…" he whispered.
The sleeping man didn't reacted. Milo chuckled slightly, reached the exposed ear and whispered one more time.
"Darling, wake up. It's late already."
Camus twitched a little, murmured something under his nose, bud didn't respond. His eyes were still closed.
Milo sighed impatiently. His lover, Camus really loved to sleep long. It was truly awful to wait for his awake every morning, sometimes Milo was loosing his patience. He just had to wake him up.
Now he had to wake his lover too. Not only because he wanted to see his naked body, but also because they had this stupid meeting. And if Camus wouldn't wake up now they wouldn't have enough time this morning. That's why Milo stroked the aquamarine hair and placed a slight kiss on Camus' lips.
The Aquarius twitched again and with the moan of the irritation he opened his dark eyes.
"What do you want, Milo?" murmured Camus, blinking a few times. "Why are you waking me now?"
Milo smiled to him, still stroking the long hair.
"You will miss the whole day, darling. It is really late already," he answered, kissing him gently one more time.
Camus sighed a little, but he opened his mouth, allowing Milo to kiss him deeply. He really didn't like to be waking so early, but also he couldn't miss the kissing with his Milo. After all it was something that Camus really loved – being kissed by Milo. It was making him to feel really good, relaxed and happy.
The Scorpio smiled, feeling the approval form Camus. He was sucking for a while his lower lip and then he entered Camus mouth with his tongue. He like it too, the morning dance of the two soft tongues, the taste of Camus skin, the warmth of his body, the scent of Siberian coldness in the aquamarine hair. It was something worth of waking his lover at every morning, it was worth of making his Camus to be little upset at him, and it was worth of everything.
"Then, why did you wake me up, Milo?" asked Camus, when they ended their morning kissing.
"Because we have meeting with Athena."
"Yes, I know. But if I am correct that meeting isn't now nor in the closest hours," said the Aquarius starting to be upset of waking him up. The moment of pleasure was end, now Milo had to be punished for disturbing his sleep.
Milo chuckled slightly, seeing that Camus was starting to be mad. His lover was really easy to read sometimes. But the Scorpio knew what to do to calm him down.
"I agree, but if you won't wake up now, then we won't have enough time, darling."
"Enough time? For what, Milo?"
The Scorpio smiled greedily, and kissed Camus strongly. He threw away the stupid blanket that were covering Camus body and caught firmly his lover's hands, immobilizing him. Then Milo sat at Camus' abdomen.
"Milo, you are the perverted bastard, really," said Camus, when Milo stopped to kiss him, and at the same time starting to rub their loins.
"Yes, I know. But you love that, am I right?" Milo smiled feeling hotness, spreading around his whole body. Indeed, he was real beast. "Just a small play, darling…"
Camus sighed, allowing Milo to kiss him again. Yes, he loved that, and now he could feel the warmth inside his body too. But sometimes it was really tiring to wake up just for something like that. Milo was a real beast, wanting to 'play' with the Aquarius all the time. Like there weren't anything else that they could do at the morning…
The aquamarine-haired man moaned, feeling the hot skin of Milo rubbing his own. He shivered from the pleasure, feeling his pride to getting harder. Tiring or not, he really love it.
"Milo!" he almost screamed his lover's name, when the hot hand encircled their two members together.
The Scorpio smiled, holding his scream of pleasure.
"Wanna more, darling?" he asked, breathing hardly.
Camus just nodded, stretching his arms, catching Milo's head, and kissing him deeply with the waves of the pleasure.
The Scorpio Milo sighed deeply, looking into the four faces in front of him. When he was heading for the meeting with Athena he didn't expect things to turn into something like this. The Pope with their Goddess sent them, him and Camus for a stupid mission.
His lover, the Aquarius Camus didn't even show if this mission had any meaning for him. Of course, the cool-headed Saint was just doing his job after all. That's why they became the Saints of Athena. To protect Her, to obey Her, to fulfill their duty. Milo really liked to do something, fight for Athena, fight with his friends by his side, and deeply inside him, he was sure that he would die for fulfilling his duty as a Gold Saint. But also he loved to complain about sending him to the dark corner of the world, when the Holy Land was covered by the warm light of the sun.
But Camus just accepted the mission without saying anything.
"I thought, that we took care of all of you," said the Aquarius to the four men with the red armors, shining from the unknown energy. "Where were you hiding?"
One of the warriors, the smallest one, chuckled loudly.
"We, the Avengers of Nemesis don't have to hide anywhere, mere humans," he answered with the disgust.
"But we hid…" murmured that one, who looks like the stupidest thing on the Earth.
Milo laughed.
"Mere humans? Yeah, right, and you aren't humans. Not at all," he jibed cruelly.
The smallest one growled angrily.
"You will pay us for everything, Gold Saint of Athena. Lady Nemesis is counting on us, and we will make you regret of mocking with us!"
Oh, it wasn't unexpected, that they would attack them at any moment. But Camus was surprised, that they attacked them together. All four of them, at the same time. It was illogical; it was indicating the lack of sense of self-preservative. And it was just dirty.
"Tsh…! I knew that someone like you don't have the honor! Four is attacking only two?" murmured Milo under his nose, but the Aquarius could see the appearing smile on his face. Milo loved to fight, especially when the opponent was playing really dirty.
Camus sighed, looking at his lover, who now was smiling widely, with his Scarlet Needle ready to strike. Why he was always so happy before the fight? Why he couldn't face something like that as an adult? Killing each other, even enemies shouldn't make people happy, right? After all they could die as well…
"Where are you looking at?" he heard low voice beside his ear.
The Aquarius twitched, hearing these words so close, he didn't even noticed, when the enemy appeared behind him. He managed to avoid a hit, at the same time trying to attack the opponent. However, he didn't have the time to do anything, the second Avenger of Nemesis, this smallest one jumped to him, trying to pierce Camus' heart. The Saint took a swung planning to make a faster move, but attacker just escaped from his fists, like he was expecting something like this from Camus.
"Scarlet Needle!" Camus heard nearby the voice of his Milo. He saw the opponent avoiding the red strike, when the second one led the blow directly into the Scorpio's stomach.
"I told you…" the harsh voice reached the Aquarius, "to not looking around, when I want to kill you, pretty boy!"
The big fist missed his head just about a few millimeters. Camus managed to jump away from him, looking at the opponent and his small companion. The smaller one was slowly moving to the right side, drawing a big circle around him and Milo.
"Shit…" cough Milo, standing from the ground and brushing the dust from his armor. "They are quicker than last time."
"Indeed, they are quicker, but I'm sure, they are not serious with fighting," said Camus, observing the smallest one of the opponents. "They are just playing with us…"
He sent the Aurora Execution into the opponent's direction. The little enemy avoided the hit jumping into the air, and landing in the place perfectly lying on the circle.
"They are planning something…" he added, ready to make another Aurora Execution.
"I don't think so…" the second of Camus' opponents showed himself in the front of the fighting Saint and murmured something quietly, creating a big explosion between them. Camus felt like this firepower just threw him away. He landed on his back near the standing Scorpio.
"Camus, are you right?" asked Milo, looking at his lover.
"Yes, I'm. Don't stand here and get rid of your own enemies, Milo," snarled the Aquarius, standing up form the ground quickly.
At the same time the two opponents that were fighting with Milo jumped away from them.
"Actually now…" the smallest of the attacker laughed loudly, "you are not able to do anything. Your incompetence allowed me to trap you in my Time Circle, pretty boys."
"Huh? Don't make me laugh, shrimp," Milo chuckled hitting him with the Scarlet Needle.
The red strike just bounced off the invisible wall and if Milo wouldn't avoid it, he would be hit by his own attack.
"What the…?"
"So… that is why he were drawing the circle around us…" murmured Camus with the look of the crazy scientist that was watching something interesting. "And what are you gonna to do now? Lock us forever in that circle?"
The enemy laughed.
"I'm not gonna do something bad. Now I can send you to the past. And no one will help you to come back here, stupid Saints."
"Don't be stupid. No one can do that!" said Milo with the angry growl.
"Calm down, Scorpio," Camus placed the hand on Milo's shoulder.
The enemy smiled widely, showing the line of yellow teeth.
"Goodbye, my pretty boys," he laughed again. "Time Trap!"
The air around them wavered, and Camus was able to see almost transparent sphere around them. He could hear the hum of many clocks and then the light exploded, blinding him painfully.
"Camus!" he heard Milo's voice before everything silenced.
It passed a few long moments before Camus was able to see and hear again. He looked quickly around him, searching for anything suspicious. The Scorpio Milo was lying beside him, with shocked expression, blinking obstinately. As much as Camus could see, Milo was unharmed.
The look of the dark eyes rested on the surroundings. There were a few apple trees, a few old columns and almost collapsed stony building. They were lying on the dusty ground, the sun was shining much lower that moment ago, like it was an early morning, not the afternoon. And not far away from them, the Aquarius could see the twelve Temples of the Sanctuary. The whole area seemed to be older and in some way… younger than the Sanctuary he knew.
"Shit. What happened?" murmured Milo, when he was able to see again. He stood up shakily, cleaning his clothes from the dust. It passed a while when he stopped with terrified expression on face and looked surprised at his lover. "Camus! Out Clothes!"
Camus blinked a few times before he understood. Their Gold Clothes disappeared.
"Who are you?!" They heard before Camus managed to say something.
The two surprised Saints saw many warriors around, pointing at them many weapons. They were wearing outfits like the guardians from the Sanctuary.
"You two! You are on the Holy Land! How did you get here?" asked one of them, looking as the bravest one.
"Yes, we know, that we are in the Sanctuary," answered Camus, being disgusted of such a behavior towards the Gold Saint of Athena. "How dare you…"
"Silence!" commanded the bravest one of the bunch of the guardians. "You are not allowed to speak!"
Camus gasped in the surprise. As long as he was the Gold Saint of Athena no one ever treated him like that. Never.
"But look…" someone whispered. Camus turned his head into the speaker's direction. "He looks almost like the Lord Aquarius…"
"Shut up. It is not possible."
"But take a look! The second one…"
"What is going on here?" The cold voice filled the area.
"Oh, Goddess. Camus, look!" whispered Milo, pointing at someone walking toward them.
The man coming from the center of the Sanctuary was wearing the gold armor, shining proudly in the morning sun. His long, green hair was waving with the slight wind, along with the pure white cape on his back. His two eyes with the color of the violets were hidden behind the stylish glasses. They were focused on the two men, standing in the circle of guardians.
Camus gasped in the surprise, looking at the young face, so similar to his own. He was looking at the Aquarius Degel, the Gold Saint of Athena from the XVIII century…