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"We can't change that!"

When he, Camus and four current Gold Saints were walking through the Temples, he took a well look at the area. Yes, he could say he was looking at the Sanctuary, but many things were really different. The Temples had different aura, the buildings and training fields as well. And people were so different. Female' students were training with males and this was unacceptable in the Sanctuary he knew. They were even training in different way. It seemed they were trained harder, with more caution.

And this forest, near the Sanctuary… this house he and Camus would live from now on… He didn't remember it. Certainly it didn't exist two and more centuries in the future. He knew that place; he remembered that there were a few old trees still standing at the border of the Holy Land. But there was no traces of stony house, no foundations of the building, no rubbles, and no ruins. Nothing that could tell them that in this place, over two hundreds years ago was standing a small, stony house. This river didn't exist either. Yes, there was an almost invisible riverbed, but the water was gone years ago. Nothing was like he expected…

And he with his lover, Camus, were trapped here. What should they do? What if they would die two hundreds years before they were born? The Holy War was knocking already to the doors of Athena's territory and they didn't have their Clothes. And without them they couldn't help too much. They would die the first moment they would try to help. It was so frightening to think about it. To think, that they would not be able to see their friends again. Of course, many Gold Saints here were almost like their descendants in the future but it wasn't the same. Manigoldo wasn't DeathMask, Albafica wasn't Aphrodite…

"Milo?" he heard the voice of Camus behind his back. The Aquarius was standing on the distance, looking at him with the worry on his face. "Something wrong? You look depressed."

Milo smiled to him warmly.

"I'm thinking about this situation," he answered, looking like his lover approached the river and sat beside him, holding a small pail.

"Don't worry about this so much, Milo. Everything will be fine," Camus answered, smiling as well. He could see the worry inside these bright, blue eyes usually so full of the energy. Now they were really thoughtful, almost absent.

„I know…" murmured Milo. "I just can't stop to think about it. We are trapped here and we don't even know if we will be able to return to our Sanctuary. We could die here, Camus."

"Milo, we are Gold Saints, do you think we could die so easily?"

"Of course, Camus. What we can do without our Clothes? I know that most of the enemies we could defeat very easily, but what if we would have to fight with one of the most powerful Specters? Darling, the Holy War is near, it could explode at any moment."

Camus sighed. Yes, he was worrying about it too. Maybe not every pawn of Hades could kill them two, but they were more defenseless than ever. Beside their own Sanctuary could be in danger right now. What if while their absence, the Sanctuary in the future would be destroyed and they, he and Milo, couldn't do anything?

"And…" started the Scorpio again. "It is about them. About all of these Saints from here."

"What do you mean?"

"Camus, we know what will happen to them. We know that they will die soon. I just can't stand it. They are so wonderful and yet few of them will die before the Holy War will start for the good. Maybe if Degel wouldn't die in Bluegard, the Holy War would end differently? Maybe Lady Athena wouldn't die this time and Hades' body would be destroyed. And…"

"Stop, Milo."

Milo gulped and looked at his lover. Camus was irritated.

"I know what you mean, Milo. And don't even dare to mess here. We can't change the history just because you think, they should live on. It is frustrating, I know. I feel the same. But what if you will tell Degel about his death? That he should go there quicker, before Pandora would get to the Bluegard too? What if he would survive and live on, like Shion and Dohko? Do you think about the consequences?"

"Consequences…?"

"Oh, come on, Milo, you are not stupid so much to not know this. Most of Gold Saints from these times and from our times has the same soul. What do you think would happen to me, if Degel would survive this war and live till the next Holy War? What would happen to you, if Kardia would survive as well?"

Milo gulped, strongly, looking at Camus, and feeling a little afraid of this fury of him. Camus was really rarely getting angry, and it was something unusual for him to get so angry at Milo.

"We would die, Milo. We would disappear the first moment they would do something heading them to survival."

The Scorpio sighed and turned his eyes at the water. Well, Camus had the right. He and Degel had the same soul, so if the current Saint of Aquarius would survive the Holy War, Camus would disappear completely. There wouldn't be any possibility to be resurrected in the body of this French man, that in future became the Gold saint of Athena. The same with Kardia, Albafica, Manigoldo and other Saints.

"I'm sorry, Camus," he said and looked at his lover again. He smiled sadly to him. "It is just frustrating that we can't do anything for them right now. That they will have to die soon."

The Aquarius smiled back warmly. His Milo was so sensitive person; it was so easy to hurt him. And he was so full of the compassion for the others. It was… In some way it was really cute of him. Camus sometimes was feeling really warm, watching him like that.

"Just don't think so much about it, Milo," he answered and stroked gently the blue curls of his silly lover.

Milo smiled more warmly at the touch of the cold skin. He took gently Camus face into his muscular hand and placed warm kiss on his lips. He felt like his lover opened slightly his mouth so without any waiting, Milo broke inside him, gently deepening their kiss. Again the heat exploded inside his body, telling him that he desired Camus in this wild place, near the river. And it seemed that the Aquarius felt the same, because he quickly broke their gently kiss.

"Stop, Milo. We promised we will be more careful," he murmured, feeling the heat in his loins. One minute longer in this kiss and he would surrender.

"Sorry, darling," whispered Milo, a little disappointed.

"Come. Shion gave us a few things when you were absent," said Camus, standing up, walking over the river and filling the pile with the water. "We can treat out wounds finally."

"I don't think they are so serious…" started Milo, standing as well, and following his lover to the building.

Camus chuckled shortly.

"It would be good to treat nicely your body time to time, Scorpio."

Milo chuckled and shook his head. And with warm smile he entered the building.

At the table he could see a few small things that surely were brought by Shion and Dohko. It was really nice from their side to help them that way. They had to thank them properly in the future; even if they gave them only the things of daily use.

"Take it off," said Camus, pointing at his damaged shirt.

"Huh? Camus, easy, where is the foreplay?"

Camus chuckled.

"Foreplay? What for? I'm going straight to the point."

The Scorpio moaned from the pretended disappointment.

"But Camus…" he cried, taking of his clothe. "I need the foreplay…"

The aquamarine haired man shook his head.

"It doesn't look so bad…" he murmured, looking at the wound at Milo's back. Actually it wasn't a wound, just a big, bloody chafe.

"I told you…" answered Milo, feeling the cool water on his skin, when Camus started to wipe the dried blood from his body.

"But I suppose it feels good to have them cleaned, doesn't it, Milo?"

"Cleaned with your hand always feels good, darling."

"How about the wound on your arm?" asked the Aquarius, looking at the deep cut on his lover's shoulder. It seemed it closed already.

"Not bad, Camus. It doesn't hurt anymore," sighed Milo, looking as Camus wiped the dried blood and bandaged the damaged place. "Your turn."

The Aquarius put aside the wet material, caught his shirt and pulled it up. Then he hissed, feeling the sharp pain in his back.

"Oh, Camus, you have awful wound here," said Milo, looking at the side of his lover. He could see there much blood and raw, ragged muscles. How could it happen, that they didn't notice anything? "You don't feel it?"

Camus looked at his body. He was surprised, seeing such a wound. He didn't even remember when exactly he received something like that. And now, when he finally noticed it, it was pulsing with the fire.

"It was happening so much in past few hours, so I just didn't realize I should feel the pain. And I don't even know when I received that blow here…"

Milo sighed, gently cleaning the wound. Even if such amazing things happened to them, Camus should feel pain from his side.

"Don't worry about it, Milo. It doesn't hurt that much," Camus murmured.

Milo looked at him and smiled. When the wound was clean, he put aside the material, encircled his arms around Camus body and pressed his forehead against his.

"You don't have to be so brave here, darling," he whispered, kissing slightly Camus' lips.

He felt slight smile moment before the lips departed with an inviting gesture. It was amazing for the Scorpio how much this cold Saint loved their kisses. Every time their lips met, he was becoming soft and tractable on Milo's charm. So this time the Scorpio wasn't waiting. Slipping his long fingers in the aquamarine strands, he broke inside Camus' mouth gently, searching for the pleasure that could be felt only when their two tongues were dancing together in the lustful dance. His lover's arms encircled him tightly, pressing their bodies together, linking their loins slightly. The heat exploded inside their two bodies, Milo could feel the shivers of excitement coming from his lover. He could feel the excitement spreading through his own muscles as well. And he knew that this time Camus wouldn't be able to stop. These shining, dark eyes and greedy fingers on his skin were telling the Scorpio everything.

"M-Milo…" whispered Camus, trying to break their kiss, but the blue haired man silenced him for another several minutes. "Milo, we promised…"

Milo smiled, seeing his red blushes. He linked gently their lips again, touching them in very subtle, but meaningful way.

With a long moan, Camus gave up, breaking harshly into Milo's mouth and starting to suck and lick his insides. It was long time ago when the last time he felt such a desire towards his lover. He couldn't hold himself, he wanted to tore off Milo's every clothe, he wanted to push him on the bed and make rough love with him right now. It was stronger than him at this moment, making it difficult to think rationally. He completely lost to this feeling, allowing his lover to lead their bodies to the old bed, covered by the fresh blanked, Dohko and Shion gave them.

Scorpio Milo wasn't waiting for his lover to withdraw from this scene. The first moment he felt the heat spreading around his body, the first moment he felt the hardness of Camus' loins, he pulled him to the bed, wanting to sink into the cold but pleasurable embrace of his lover. So he put gently the cold body on the blanket, kissing deeply his lover, dancing roughly inside his mouth and stroking greedily the muscular torso. He couldn't wait for the rest of this evening, but before he even managed to react, Camus pulled off his pants, showing the half standing manhood and encircled his fingers on it. Milo moaned into his mouth, feeling the waves of the pleasure under this touch. The long fingers started to stroke the base of his pride, then they slipped to the tip, massaging it gently, making him harder and harder.

"Camus…" he whispered, feeling some pellucid precum coming out of him. His body was trembling hardly, desiring more and more. He wanted to sink into the warm insides of his lover, he wanted to make him scream his name loudly, he wanted to see Camus finishing hardly, just like Camus was always doing.

So after a while he stand up from the bed, took off his pants, the same doing with Camus' one. He moaned at the sight of the hardening member of his lover that was standing proudly between the parted legs of the cold Saint. But then, when they were naked already, he took gently the hot manhood of Camus and started to stroke it slowly, making the man under him to moan uncontrollably. At the same time he felt again the muscular fingers around his own pride. He smiled lustfully and kissed deeply the Aquarius Saint, moving slightly his hips back and forward, time to time touching Camus' member with his own and making him to moan loudly.

But when the touch of his lover started to be almost unbearable, when Milo thought he couldn't wait any longer, he broke their kiss, causing Camus to groan with wrath. For a while it surprised Milo, it was really unusual to see this cold man so wild. The Scorpio snorted under his nose, caught Camus' legs strongly, positioned himself and with one, strong move he entered the warm and tight insides.

The pleasure inside his body exploded at the first touch of the warm and strong muscles, closing around his hard member. He moaned alongside with Camus, gasping his hands on the trembling body. And couldn't wait any longer, he started to move his hips, entering Camus deeper and deeper. He forgot where they were right now, he forgot about their wounds. All that had the matter was Camus and his inviting body, his lover and the thrusts. And he was thrusting, sinking in the tight entrance harder and harder with every second, panting louder from the excitement. He was putting his all strength in every thrust, feeling the waves of the pleasure he never felt before. This act was strong, it was deep and lustful, it was turning them two into wild beasts. His own moans were mixing with Camus groans and screams, when the hard member was causing him slight pain while entering harshly. Just the pure instinct was controlling their minds, causing them to sink deeper and deeper in that pleasure. Camus started to move strongly his hips too, time to time doing a movement that was sending Milo to the edges of the sanity. It was wild, it was really wild and in some way painful to them both, but nor Camus either Milo wanted to stop this. They started this act, so they had to finish it even with the costs of the later pain.

"Milo…" groaned Camus, feeling the hot and big pride of his lover almost tearing apart his entrance. It was causing him some pain, yes, but the pleasure was greater even than this; he didn't want to stop right now, he just wanted to see the stars in the front of his eyes in the sweet ecstasy, waiting for them both at the end of this act of lust. "Milo, harder… I want to feel you harder…" he whispered before moaning.

And Milo did it, his movements started to be stronger. His fingers were gasped tightly on the soft body, making slight bruises on the pale skin. Camus's nails were digging into his back, and he knew that tomorrow he would have a few more wounds there. But he didn't care, just like Camus wasn't caring about his own wound. It didn't matter right now. Just the thrusts and moans had the importance for them.

And then the pleasure exploded suddenly, making him to scream Camus' name into the approaching evening. He erupted inside him, filling the insides with his warm cum and feeling the strong shivers of his body. He couldn't stop them, the pleasure was making him to twitch violently, causing his pride to sink deeper again in the tight entrance. It was so wild, that for a long while he couldn't feel anything despite the ecstasy. The world disappeared in the white light, his howl was filling the hut and his fingers almost torn Camus' skin, when he gasped them strongly in the spasm.

When all of this passed away, he fell down on Camus' body with a long moan. For a few moments he was only panting, trying to get to his senses after such an amazing finish. And when he was again able to think, he looked inside the dark eyes, smiled widely and kissed his lover deeply, starting to move his hips again, faster and faster, trying to make him feel as good as he felt moments ago.

"Just a little more…" moaned the Aquarius, moving his body too, and feeling the sweet ecstasy really close.

And it came rapidly, after the deep thrust of Milo's body. Camus moaned loudly the name of his lover, pouring strongly his own juices between their sweat bodies, twitching as much as Milo and loosing his ability to think. The nice feeling exploded inside his mind and muscles; for a while he even forgot how to breathe. He just arched his back strongly, digging his nails into Milo's skin and screaming the sweet name into the air.

After a long while both of them lain on the bed, panting for many minutes in the silence. And when they were able to move finally, Milo reached Camus' cheek with his hand to stroke it gently. Then he saw the fresh blood on them.

"Camus, you are bleeding…" he whispered, sitting and looking at the naked body. It seemed the wound of his side reopened. "Sorry, darling, I think I gasped you too much."

"Come to think about it…" murmured the Aquarius sitting as well and reaching the material "it hurts right now…"

The Scorpio sighed, pulling the material off of Camus' hand and after wiping the white juices of Camus, he started to clean the wound again. After a while the cold Saint had the fresh bandages wrapped over his abdomen. Milo looked warmly at his lover.

"I think we should wait for another round, Camus. Next time your wound could open for good…"

Camus moaned with the dissatisfaction but he allowed his lover to kiss him passionately in the approaching night.