Fic: A fine, unsmudged line (part III of the same something)
1. (Theme #3) The sound of a fan
2. (theme #8) Rusty chains
3. (Theme #14) A fine, unsmudged line
4. (theme #2) Leather whip
5. (theme #18) Touch my scars
6. (theme #4) Candlestick
7. (theme #21) Power
Title: A fine, unsmudged line
Word count: ~900
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to M. Kurumada, Toei and some others. No offense meant.
Deathmask opened his eyes wide when he felt a wave of pain surge through his body. How could it be? He was positive Aphrodite hadn’t touched him, and sure as hell he hadn’t used cosmo or he would have at least felt it… unless Pisces was right and he was completely cut off from his own cosmo-energy, hence unable to recognize when others channeled the power around him. But that was…impossible.
Pain it was, felt it coming or not, and it grew as Aphrodite walked around him as a cat would around a mouse. Unable to sense the other man’s cosmo, it was hard to predict where the next piercing sting would come from, and only red dots were left to prove that there had truly been an attack at all. When Pisces finally came into view again, he had a piece of white cloth in his hand and a smile on his face. Oblivious to the protests, he covered the other man’s eyes with the blindfold assuring him he would actually be thankful for not being able to see. With a few colorful words, Cancer concentrated on opening a door to the other world through which to kick Aphrodite, he could deal with the chains later, but the man had to go. He just couldn’t let Pisces use him as a needle-cushion.
- Still trying to use your cosmos, Deathmask? You really should learn to take my word for granted, because what I say happens, just does. You won’t tap your Cosmos, as simple as that. Don’t give much thought to your lost abilities, either. You’ll get them back in due time, the effect of the infusion I gave you is only temporary.
With a giggle, Pisces tossed Deathmask’s hair and leant in to whisper “Isn’t it funny, how a simple herb can render years of training useless? I’m sure very few know of it, and thank all the gods for that.”
Cancer was almost expecting him to give another pull to his mane and then go back to whatever it was that had him so busy by the cupboard, but this time Aphrodite didn’t go away. He left go of the other man’s hair and run his fingers down his face, laughing when Deathmask tried to bite him when he caressed his lips.
- You are one sweet piece of pie, Crabby. I thought I wouldn’t enjoy it, but maybe I’ll have a blast breaking you down, after all.
Whether it was something on the other man’s voice or his fingers on his face, Deathmask felt a shiver running up his spine, but may all demons eat him alive if he was going to let Aphrodite know he was getting to him.
- What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know what you are up to here, Pisces, but the Kyoko is not going to like it a bit. Let me go now and I’ll forget about this little fucking joke of yours.
- You talk too much, and too dirty for my taste, sweetheart.
The fingers were now on Deathmask’s throat, circling up and down until they reached the opening of his shirt. With an expert move, Aphrodite cut the shirt down to stomach and managed to leave a fine red unsmudged line on his skin, straight from the base of the neck to the tight muscles of the abdomen. All the while keeping his mouth close to Deathmask’s ear, Aphrodite applied more pressure around the navel until blood was drawn and whispered:
- Tell me, Cancer, what do you know of pain? Of purposeless pain, the agony that comes with not knowing the reasons, the means, the ends. Pain that feels like a prickle in your very core.
Unable to see what was the other man up to, Deathmask could only imagine that he had gathered a few needles and was burying them in his torso and stomach, and it was only when he felt a soft petal being rubbed against his cheek that he realized that Aphrodite was using flowers stems.
- Ever considered piercing your ears, Crabby? No, I see you never did. A pity, really, because they do it with these precise things, and I’ve heard it doesn’t hurt a bit. Me, this is my first experience, so I can’t guarantee much.
- Aphrodite…
- Wonderful change from “pretty face” Deathmask, really, so wonderful that I’ll make this easier for you. See, am I not good?
Laughing quietly, Aphrodite withdrew the rose and replaced it with his tongue on the other’s face, sliding it down to his left ear to lick the lobule and the rest of the ear. When Deathmask fretted around, he bit into the flesh and placed a hand on his throat, pushing down until the quivering stopped.
- Say, what’s your favorite color, Cancer? Oh, do answer, it’s not that hard of a question and I’m being nice here. I think I deserve at least a bit of gratitude? The piercing doesn’t have to be painful, but it can, you know?
- I don’t really have a favorite color, never thought of it. Leave me alone, Pisces.
The movement of the throat when Cancer spoke felt funny under his hands, and Aphrodite moved his fingers up and down curiously while repeating:
- Well, pick one now!
~~~~~~~
Saint Seiya is the property of M. Kurumada, Toei and possibly some others. No infringement or disrespect is intended by this non-profit, non-commercial amateur work of fan fiction, which is not published for profit or material gain. The author and the posters have no intent to infringe any intellectual property rights held by the owners of existing copyrights in Saint Seiya or its derivative works
2. (theme #8) Rusty chains
3. (Theme #14) A fine, unsmudged line
4. (theme #2) Leather whip
5. (theme #18) Touch my scars
6. (theme #4) Candlestick
7. (theme #21) Power
Title: A fine, unsmudged line
Word count: ~900
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to M. Kurumada, Toei and some others. No offense meant.
Deathmask opened his eyes wide when he felt a wave of pain surge through his body. How could it be? He was positive Aphrodite hadn’t touched him, and sure as hell he hadn’t used cosmo or he would have at least felt it… unless Pisces was right and he was completely cut off from his own cosmo-energy, hence unable to recognize when others channeled the power around him. But that was…impossible.
Pain it was, felt it coming or not, and it grew as Aphrodite walked around him as a cat would around a mouse. Unable to sense the other man’s cosmo, it was hard to predict where the next piercing sting would come from, and only red dots were left to prove that there had truly been an attack at all. When Pisces finally came into view again, he had a piece of white cloth in his hand and a smile on his face. Oblivious to the protests, he covered the other man’s eyes with the blindfold assuring him he would actually be thankful for not being able to see. With a few colorful words, Cancer concentrated on opening a door to the other world through which to kick Aphrodite, he could deal with the chains later, but the man had to go. He just couldn’t let Pisces use him as a needle-cushion.
- Still trying to use your cosmos, Deathmask? You really should learn to take my word for granted, because what I say happens, just does. You won’t tap your Cosmos, as simple as that. Don’t give much thought to your lost abilities, either. You’ll get them back in due time, the effect of the infusion I gave you is only temporary.
With a giggle, Pisces tossed Deathmask’s hair and leant in to whisper “Isn’t it funny, how a simple herb can render years of training useless? I’m sure very few know of it, and thank all the gods for that.”
Cancer was almost expecting him to give another pull to his mane and then go back to whatever it was that had him so busy by the cupboard, but this time Aphrodite didn’t go away. He left go of the other man’s hair and run his fingers down his face, laughing when Deathmask tried to bite him when he caressed his lips.
- You are one sweet piece of pie, Crabby. I thought I wouldn’t enjoy it, but maybe I’ll have a blast breaking you down, after all.
Whether it was something on the other man’s voice or his fingers on his face, Deathmask felt a shiver running up his spine, but may all demons eat him alive if he was going to let Aphrodite know he was getting to him.
- What the hell are you talking about? I don’t know what you are up to here, Pisces, but the Kyoko is not going to like it a bit. Let me go now and I’ll forget about this little fucking joke of yours.
- You talk too much, and too dirty for my taste, sweetheart.
The fingers were now on Deathmask’s throat, circling up and down until they reached the opening of his shirt. With an expert move, Aphrodite cut the shirt down to stomach and managed to leave a fine red unsmudged line on his skin, straight from the base of the neck to the tight muscles of the abdomen. All the while keeping his mouth close to Deathmask’s ear, Aphrodite applied more pressure around the navel until blood was drawn and whispered:
- Tell me, Cancer, what do you know of pain? Of purposeless pain, the agony that comes with not knowing the reasons, the means, the ends. Pain that feels like a prickle in your very core.
Unable to see what was the other man up to, Deathmask could only imagine that he had gathered a few needles and was burying them in his torso and stomach, and it was only when he felt a soft petal being rubbed against his cheek that he realized that Aphrodite was using flowers stems.
- Ever considered piercing your ears, Crabby? No, I see you never did. A pity, really, because they do it with these precise things, and I’ve heard it doesn’t hurt a bit. Me, this is my first experience, so I can’t guarantee much.
- Aphrodite…
- Wonderful change from “pretty face” Deathmask, really, so wonderful that I’ll make this easier for you. See, am I not good?
Laughing quietly, Aphrodite withdrew the rose and replaced it with his tongue on the other’s face, sliding it down to his left ear to lick the lobule and the rest of the ear. When Deathmask fretted around, he bit into the flesh and placed a hand on his throat, pushing down until the quivering stopped.
- Say, what’s your favorite color, Cancer? Oh, do answer, it’s not that hard of a question and I’m being nice here. I think I deserve at least a bit of gratitude? The piercing doesn’t have to be painful, but it can, you know?
- I don’t really have a favorite color, never thought of it. Leave me alone, Pisces.
The movement of the throat when Cancer spoke felt funny under his hands, and Aphrodite moved his fingers up and down curiously while repeating:
- Well, pick one now!
~~~~~~~
Saint Seiya is the property of M. Kurumada, Toei and possibly some others. No infringement or disrespect is intended by this non-profit, non-commercial amateur work of fan fiction, which is not published for profit or material gain. The author and the posters have no intent to infringe any intellectual property rights held by the owners of existing copyrights in Saint Seiya or its derivative works