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Differences

Milo raised his hand with the half empty bottle of the best wine from Rodorio Village and took one big sip, feeling the warming liquid spreading through his body. It was unusual for him to drink alcohol so much, but after what he heard last evening, he wanted to forget, even if only for a few moments. He intentionally didn't nullify the effects of the wine, even if as the Gold Saint of Athena he could do that very easily. But he really wanted to forget that evening, sinking into the maze of the intoxication. If it would be possible, he wanted to drink much enough to fall asleep right here, on the seats of the coliseum, and woke up after a few long hours with a huge hangover. The wine was something that could save him for a short moment from this awful feeling inside his mind, it could get rid of these words still ringing inside his ears like church's bells.

He still couldn't believe what he heard. What Camus said to him yesterday evening. It was like a bad dream, like a nightmare, something that should never happen to him.

Again, his lover spend almost the whole day wandering around the Sanctuary, learning about their new life they were forced to learn, reading his precious books Degel lend to him or talking with the every interesting person he met. Camus barely managed to eat the breakfast with him, wanting to start his new day as soon as possible. They exchanged a few dull sentences, some short kiss and the future Aquarius disappeared between the old buildings of the Sanctuary. Milo was already so tired about this behavior that he only shrugged at the quick farewell his lover gave him. But this day Milo decided he would do something to remind Camus their wonderful bond. He couldn't let it happen the way it was right now. He had to regain his lover again; he had to show Camus that there was something more than the new-old Sanctuary and these whole interesting and amazing things inside. If Milo would leave everything right now, if he would gave up, he knew he was about to lose his beloved Camus forever.

They didn't have the sincere talk as well. Camus was still avoiding him, all the time being in hurry, all the time discovering the secrets of the Sanctuary.

So, the first thing he did when Camus returned, was giving him a long and passionate kiss. He actually forced the Aquarius to do that because the cold man only gave him a short kiss in his lips, without this passion usually present in Camus' caresses. He could see that his lover was a little surprised of that warm greeting, but he didn't catch the same spirit as Milo had. After the kiss he only smiled and without even a dinner he jumped into the bed. Murmuring just like a happy cat, he wrapped himself with a blanket ready to sleep.

It was the moment when Milo decided to lead his plan to the end. He quickly took the place beside his lover, hugged him from behind and just like the old, good times he started to whisper to Camus' ear a little dirty words, interrupted with delicate kisses of the earlobe – something Camus loved.

But the aquamarine haired man only hissed with the impatience, murmuring he would like to sleep right now. Of course Milo didn't give up, murmuring in the answer some gently and passionate words, that in their Sanctuary were driving Camus crazy every single time.

And after a few single minutes Camus turned away, smiled and kissed him deeply. But then the words with a chuckle fell.

"Milo, stop. You are acting like only sexual desires were keeping you with me all the time. It is just like animal…"

Milo knew that Camus didn't say it to hurt him purposely. He knew that Camus probably wasn't thinking about what he said right now. That maybe he was really tired after his activities, maybe something didn't go exactly how he planned, making him irritated.

But it hurt. It hurt really much. Like Camus really treated him like an animal that wanted only to have sex with him, like these emotions between them never had the matter. It was like the cold dagger pierced his heart, giving him the painful death.

He never expected to hear something like that from Camus. Not said unconsciously and not in the purpose. Never.

So he wanted to forget about these words, or just convince himself that it never happened.

"Milo?"

He raised his head, not believing his ears. It was… It was…

It was Degel. For a short while Milo felt a little disappointed, because he thought his old, beloved Camus came after him, trying to fix everything between them.

But after a few first seconds he smiled to the Saint of the Aquarius, who took the seat beside him, and with a worried expression looked at the blue haired Saint.

"You look quite depressed, Milo," said calmly Degel, not being sure what else he could say, or ask. Milo seemed really sad; this shadow inside his eyes was deeper than before.

He wasn't this cheerful Milo anymore. This man, full of life and energy disappeared in slow process that Camus started.

"Hmmm… No, I'm just drunk, that's all," murmured Milo, feeling a little strange.

Right now, just in the front of his eyes the Aquarius Degel was sitting in the approaching night. He was sitting beside him, smiling and looking really worried. Sitting and looking just like Camus…

Milo still couldn't believe how alike they two were. He couldn't understand this miracle. They had the same face; maybe Camus had little harsher features, but it was certainly the same face Milo loved so much. The eyes shined with the same shade of the blue; even their silhouettes had the same curves in exactly the same places. The shoulders seemed to be fragile in the same way, the hips looked pretty stable and strong, legs were smooth but muscled. Only the expressions of their faces were different. And the hairs. Degel had much more green strands than Camus.

Only their personalities were quite different. Yes, they two acted a little cold toward the surrounding world, but Milo noticed some warmness and kindness in Degel's character. Degel was really kind and gentle. Using his brain the way Camus did all the time, but following his heart as well. Camus had colder and much stricter soul; he was also smiling really rarely. His words could freeze everyone, even the person with warm heart. It was clear that Camus lacked many emotions, or they had been locked pretty deeply, so no one could see them. His calmness could drive crazy; his inability to show his emotions was making Milo really frustrated and desperate. It seemed Degel didn't have the same problem. Of course, he treated his fellows with the self-restraint, but also he was smiling to them, talking with them every day, exchanging nice words for them. Being friendly with them. He was soft when it came to Kardia, so polite… So human…

He loved his Camus really deeply. This love was something untouchable, something invincible, but… Degel was kind of man Milo wanted Camus to be…

Degel was as beautiful as Camus could be if he would want to…

Being led by some unexpected and unstoppable impulse, Milo caught Degel's face and crushed their lips together. He couldn't explain what pushed him to do that, but he did it with the pure desire. He still loved his Camus, he knew that. But everything he wanted to see in Camus, everything that was hidden behind that impenetrable ice wall was visible in this man in the front of him. Something just pushed Milo towards the Aquarius Saint, some need of being understand, some desire of kisses, of warmness, of kindness and warm, soft, beloved body.

This sudden reaction of Milo surprised Degel to the point he wasn't able to move. He froze with wide opened eyes, not knowing what he should do. He knew very well it was wrong to sit there and allow Milo to kiss him so passionately, and he even caught Milo's hand to push him away, but the first moment their skins met, he gave up to this pleasurable touch of the warm and soft hand. It was so nice to have their lips linked in that warm kiss. The Aquarius never imagined that kissing could be so incredible, so pleasurable. He had no idea it could feel like this. That the heat inside his body would explode, that his heart would be light and heavy at the same time, that his breathe would become so short and unsteady.

He could do nothing. When Milo slipped his tongue and with a gentle lick asked for the access to his mouth, Aquarius obeyed, parting his lips and allowing Milo's tongue to break inside him like a storm. It was too good; he could feel the waves of the pleasure spreading through his in some way sore body.

It was really wrong, he knew that. It was wrong so much, that he felt deep guilt about betraying his successor in this way, about betraying Kardia as well. And about allowing Milo to betray Camus as well. But even all this guilty couldn't force him to do something to stop this; he just sunk into these happy feelings that right now were ranging inside his heart. He couldn't stop this caress. He just liked Milo too much. The Scorpio resembled his own friend, his Kardia too much that they could be mistook one with the other. Milo was behaving like Kardia could do like he should do, Milo had many advantages Kardia tried to erase from his existence.

The strong but gentle fingers slipped into his green strands, the blue eyes were placed on his own. These eyes were so like Kardia's…

Just in the small part of the second he saw the face of his wild friend, the face of Kardia instead of Milo. He gasped, woke up from this dream and he firmly pushed the young Saint away.

"Milo, stop, I'm not Camus."

Milo blinked a few times, and smiled warmly but really thoughtfully.

"I know," he said and taking the advantage of the surprise of Degel he liked their lips again for a long moment, before Degel could withdraw again.

"But Milo…" Oh, how hard it was to end this pleasurable touch of Milo's lips!

"You may think that being drunk I mistook you with him. But I know you are Degel and I know what I did. I kissed you," murmured Milo, returning to his position and looking at the stars, that started to appear on the blue firmament. He took one sip of the wine and sighed. "Even if I would be completely fresh, not affected by the wine, I would do the same, Degel."

"Why?"

Milo sighed deeply.

"Because… Because I'm tired already. I think I lost Camus forever. I'm sorry, Degel; you probably feel, like I want to replace him with you, since you are the same soul, but you have to know, that for me you two are different persons. You are two different Saints. And right now I can't feel anything between me and Camus. I love him all the time, but it seems this feeling don't have any matter. I'm cursing our incompetence of being brought to the XVIII century, because since we are here, I and Camus started to be strangers for each other," Milo said, still looking at the darkening sky and trying to feel guilty about this kiss.

But he didn't feel guilty. He felt… light. He was relieved. He was dizzy. But definitely not guilty. Like Camus' behavior gave him the permission to kiss Degel with such a passion.

"Camus is tiring right now. He treats me like kid, like idiot and sometimes even like an animal. So is it so wrong to kiss you? To search for the understanding, for the kindness of the other soul? Is it so disgusting to kiss other man, who is much more passionate than Camus, had more feelings and is softer, gentler than him? Am I such a horrible person, if I really think it wasn't wrong…?"

He wanted to cry right now. Camus' words still hurt him deeply inside his heart.

When he lost his lover…?

He cling his hands into his curls, almost pulling them out of his skin. He loved Camus, really. He knew that! But right now… this love was overshadowed by the feelings he woke up towards Degel. He desired this man. His kindness, his gentleness. His softness. Milo felt really alone since he and Camus landed in this Sanctuary, because his lover just take care of his own self, sinking into this new life and leaving the Scorpio behind. It was really hard to be here. He felt worried about his fellows, he missed them. But Camus was too busy about taking care of his own soul. And Milo wanted someone beside. He wanted some warmness. He wanted the understanding and the feeling of the easiness. That was all he wanted.

He wanted his lover, but… But Degel acted like Camus should from the very beginning.

"Am I such a monster…?" he murmured, feeling the tears finally falling down his cheeks.

He wanted only take a long walk and forget about all these feelings and thoughts still ranging inside him. The evening was really beautiful, the stars were visible clearly on the darkening sky, the slight wind messed already his curls and the silence of the evening's Sanctuary calmed him down.

Kardia wanted only that. Only a long, calming walk around the Sanctuary. But he didn't expect to see something that engraved itself in his memory for many days.

He already encircled the whole Sanctuary, walking and walking, watching the sky and trying to avoid his fellows. The coliseum was really close when he thought that it could be nice to go there and sit for a while. He really liked this place, so open and big, with clear view at the evening sky. It was one of his favorite activities after the tiring day – sitting there and watching the dark firmament. And Kardia really didn't expect there anyone.

So he entered the coliseum, not worrying anymore about his ranging heart.

firstly he took them for the guests from the future. He thought that Milo and Camus found this place pleasurable as well and taking the opportunity it was empty, they started to kiss. Kardia wouldn't be surprised about it so much if he wouldn't know how cold Camus behaved towards Milo lately. But maybe they came to the agreement? Maybe Camus understood a few of his mistakes and tried to fix everything?

But it was only for a moment; for a short moment, when he though that this man kissing with Milo was Camus.

He stopped rapidly, recognizing the slim silhouette beside Milo, these green strands and the glasses this man still had on his nose.

Milo… Milo and his Degel.

He didn't know what to do. For a few long weeks his head was full of this cool man with long, green hairs; his heart was beating stronger on every word of him. For all this time he was uneasy, because his heart, his body and his soul desired Degel.

And right now he was seeing his Degel, kissing with someone else. Kissing with Milo.

He… He was sure Degel didn't mistake him with this Saint from the future; Degel was too smart and clever for that. So, what Milo had he, Kardia didn't? What was different between them…? They were the same soul!

And why he was thinking like that…? Like he and Degel…? Like he felt something…?

Kardia gasped and not knowing why, he turned around and run away with his thoughts much more troubled now.