Lost and Delirious
For lopt
Pairing: Aphrodite / Milo
Phrase: "We're lost little lambs, baaa baaaaa...." (sweatdrop)
Warning: yaoi
PS: Everyone read it! Read it!!! Pleeeeeaseeee.......!!!!
It is just like Aphrodite, to die so beautifully. He did everything beautifully. But lying there on the floor of the Pisces Temple covered by his roses, his beauty seems to sublimate, to exceed every look and expression of his living moments.
Damn you, thought Milo. Then he simply left.
When he appeared again in the meeting of Bronze Saints with Gold Saints, he saw Shun's eyes shifting from his gaze. So. The little boy sensed it. If it was hatred Shun expected, he would be bitterly dissapointed. For Milo had no heart to fight him.
"Your wounds are better, I trust?" Lightly he nodded his head in the direction of the Andromeda Saint.
"Almost."
"So fast? I remember the time I sparred Aphrodite I spent a week being bed-ridden, after being poisoned by his roses." When he saw the face of the boy pale, he realised that his words would be taken as having underlying meanings. Which they didn't.
Later, he found Shun alone in the training ground. Some strange urge drove him to be with Shun--for Shun is the one who killed Aphrodite, so...so, perhaps in a very perverse when, Shun is a part of Aphrodite...or should it be the other way around? Either way, it doesn't make a difference. Milo just wanted to be near Aphrodite, if not directly, then indirectly.
Shun's large eyes told of the unspoken question: "why are you here?"
Yes....why am I here? Milo wondered. He didn't know. While he was thinking, his eyes grew distant and cold. Unable to bear the weight of such gaze, Shun lowered his head and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? Are you saying this for Aphrodite? It wasn't your fault. He wanted to kill you too. You had no choice." That clearly made the green-haired boy feel better. Milo looked around the arena. It is the same arena where he met Aphrodite at the age of five, and then again at the age of fifteen.
Suddenly, he turned around to Shun, and said:" I feel a bit regretful. No. Very regretful."
If Milo said that it was love he felt when he laid eyes on Aphrodite after years of individual training, he would be lying.
It was lust he felt. Pure lust that burned him up, inside, outside. Back then, being fifteen, Milo was already mature beyond his years and possessed a decadent, dangerous type of charm. Women--all around sanctuary were drawn to him like moths to the flame.
Their bodies only served to feed his flame, making it burn higher. They satisfied, for an instant, a hunger that cannot be cured. Milo would often visit taverns, sitting in a corner, and all he had to do was wait. His preys will come to him.
Pouring a glass of wine down a woman's chest, he squinted his eyes and comtenplated the way the deep red looked almost like Aphrodite's roses. Milo cobntemplated whether his skin would be tained with the sweet smell of desire if he was to pour wine on him. He wondered what it would taste like with win, for he knew what Aphrodite tasted like without. Would it turn sweeter and more supple, like the woman's, or...?
He did not spend the whole night in the arms of the women. He took his place in Aphrodite's bed.
Milo liked running his fingers through Aphrodite's hair. Such a magnificent piece of silk. THat night, however, Aphrodite shrugged him off.
"What's the matter?"
"Milo...I'm sleeping with Saga. I can't be with you anymore." Milo stared. But he understood. It is not as though he wasn't sleeping around. But those women...they meant nothing, nothing! It was different for Aphrodite, obviously.
The next night, he paid a visit to the Aquarius Temple. Leaning against one of the pillars, Milo admired the way Camus wrote at his desk. Without turning around, Camus questioned why he was not in his own temple.
Laughing lowly to himself and moving closer to Camus, enjoying the sight of the Aquarius Sain't muscles tense under his touch. "Let me love you." Milo leaned down and whispered. He saw the deep wine red spread across Camus' cheek. He felt the urge to taste the skin, for he was, for a moment, so sure that it would taste just like wine. Expensive, French wine.
Only Camus didn't. He tasted like snow.
He stopped visiting Aphrodite since that day. He never questioned himself as to why. He felt no lust towards Camus but he couldn't help but want to share the bed in the Aquarius Temple. Milo had long given up on matching his actions with his thoughts.
Whenever he crossed path with Aphrodite, they never spoke. They tried to avoid each other as much as possible.
One night, however, he got drunk. Heavily drunk. Stumbling, he ran up to the Pisces Temple and without knocking, opened the door to Aphrodite's chamber. Sure ehough, the Pisces Saint was in bed.
With Aiolia.
The sudden pain ripped through Milo. He took a step backwards, lifting his eyes to match the half surprised, half awkward look on Aiolia's face. Then he laughed. At first, it was a soft laugh. They it increased in volume.
God...how stupid was I, to think that Aphrodite might not get over me? How stupid was I to use Camus to hurt him? It means nothing to him!
Just like a lamb believing that its shepard cared for it...only to find out that he was thinking of killing it for a Sunfay family meal all along...
"We're lost little lambs, Aiolia. We're lost little lambs. Baaa...Baaaaaaaa..." Mockingly, Milo imitated a sheep sound. He could barely control himself, laughing until he was on the floor. Once feeling the sharp coolness of the marble against his face, he curled up and started to cry.
When a warm hand placed itself on his head, for a moment Milo thought it was Aphrodite. But it wasn't. It was Camus.
What an odd sight! Aphrodite, his love, naked in the bed with the Leo Saint; and his false love on the floor with him.
Ripping the shirt off Camus, he wiped his tears on it. He saw the Ice Saint's eyes growing large with shock. He heard the gasps of the other two men behind him. But he didn't care. Pulling Camus down onto the floor, Milo pressed their lips together.
Author's Blah Blah: Mwahahahahahahaha...and you thought this one would be funny...mwahahahahahahaha... No....I will destroy your funniness!!!!! Mwahahahahaha (goes completely psycho)