A quick Seiya Slash story
Here's a little somethng I wrote a while back. I don't enjoy graphic sex, but I do find it fun to write slash stuff.
EPISODE 58.5
SHUN COMES! HYOGA LIVES!
“Shiryu, Seiya. You must go to the next palace to save Ms. Saori. I will stay here and save Hyoga.”
The Dragon and Pegasus Saints looked down at the unconscious figure of Cygnus. Each battle of the Gold Saints took a greater and greater toll on them. They needed Hyoga’s strength to see their way through the final palaces, but at the same time, they had only four hours to reach the palace of Holy Father and save Ms. Saori.
Sensing their hesitance, Shun said, “You must trust me. I will save Hyoga. Go quickly!” Shun’s words made the decision for the other two saints. They had to trust each other, or they would not surive this ordeal. Shiryu and Seiya ran to face Scorpio Milo in the next house leaving Shun and Hyoga alone.
Shun gazed at the noble saint’s body, near tears. Hyoga had always been pale as ice, with creamy skin and long blond hair, but now his skin was bluish and stiff. Shun ran his hand along Hyoga’s cheek. His body was so cold, that Shun’s fingers soon became numb. Shun shook tears out of his eyes and lowered his body on top of Hyoga. He would not fail!
As body met body there was a metalic clank as armor met armor. Hyoga’s Bronze Cloth was even colder than his body! If Shun were to save Hyoga, the armor would have to go. Shun gently reached down and carefull pulled off Hyoga’s breastplate. There was a terrible ripping sound! At first Shun thought he had injured Hoyga, but upon examination, it became clear that Hyoga’s shirt had become frozen to his armor in the battle. Shun gazed at Hyoga’s strong bare torso, pale as the rest of his flesh, and sighed. Every part of Hyoga must be warmed up if he was to be saved... every part.
Shun took off the rest of Hyoga’s armor, and his clothes as well. He admired Hyoga’s prowess. Truly Hyoga was a great saint, and the marks of his ability were visible on his entire body. Every muscle toned and trained true, but also the bruises and the signs of his terrible battles against the Gold Saints. Shun did not know how Hyoga could stand it. Perhaps death would be easier, but no. They were saints of Athena and they must restore peace and justice to the world.
Shun carressed and massaged Hyoga’s body, trying to knead warmth into chilled muscles. It soon became clear that there was not enough warmth in Shun’s hands to save the Swan Saint. Shun could barely flex his fingers from the cold, and Hyoga looked little better. Undaunted, Shun removed his own armor and clothing, showing the fullness of his own beauty so admired in the Galaxian Wars. He crawled on top of Hyoga and pressed his entire body body against Cygnus, trying to give him enough warmth. As he rubbed and pressed against Hyoga, he quickly became cold. He shivered as his arms and legs twined around the unconscious saint. Shun’s warmth was drawing thin, and yet nothing seemed to warm Hyoga.
Seeing that his body was insufficient, Hyoga tried the heat of his breath. He breathed along Hyoga’s broad chest, hoping the hot wet breath could do what his own body could not. He blew deeply into Hyoga’s mouth, trying to stir the blond man into wakefulness. Shun blew and let his lips caress every part of Hyoga’s frame. Hyoga’s color started to return! Shun pressed his ear against Hyoga’s breast, still moist from Shun’s earlier ministrations with his mouth, and heard the faintest of a heartbeat.
Shun collapsed against Hyoga, both relieved that his efforts were finally working, and frustrated that it was not enough. His breath was spent, his body was spent, what more could he do? He clutched Hyoga tightly and tried to /will/ the young man back to life. As Shun did this, he thought over all the times Hyoga and he spent together. How Hyoga had put his body in harm’s way to protect the more passive Shun. How Hyoga triumphed over any adversity. How much Hyoga reminded him of his own brother, whom he loved more than anything in the world.
His brother, Ikki, would be strong. Ikki would not be crying here. He would be doing something. Ikki knew all about warmth and heat, after all, he was the Phoenix Saint. Shun turned those thoughts and emotions over and over again in his mind. What would Ikki do? When Shun was scared and frightened, how would Ikki comfort him? Then he had it. He knew how to warm up Hyoga!
Shun straddled the blond saint once more. His legs wrapped along Hyoga’s. His arms entwined Hyoga’s slender waist. He pressed deeply against Cygnus and willed him to fly once more. As he thrust again and again, Shun felt the stirrings of his Cosmos. He felt his mind expand and blossom like the Andromeda Galaxy he drew his power from. Eventually there was an echoing response from the Northern Cross, the source of Cygnus’s Cosmo. The two constellations writhed and merged, and eventually... SUPERNOVA. . .
When Shun recovered from the powerful emotions and physical effort of his exertions, he rolled on one side and looked at Hyoga. His color was normal, perhaps even a touch flushed. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Eventually, his ice-blue eyes opened and stared at Shun with gratitude for his life. All was well with the world again.
A thundering rapport drew the young saints out of their reverie. Then another, and another. Hands, clapping. Shun and Hyoga sat up and looked about for the source of the noise. Slowly, they spied movement. A deep voice filled the room with laughter, starting as a chuckle and crescendoing into full blossomed amusement. An older boy, almost a man, stepped out of the shadows wearing gold and white armor. His face hidden by a dark blue visor.
No mask or armor could disguise this man from Shun. “BROTHER!” he cried.
Ikki nodded as he observed the pair still disentwining. “Shun.” He said tersely, “I’m back”
TO BE CONTINUED...
EPISODE 58.5
SHUN COMES! HYOGA LIVES!
“Shiryu, Seiya. You must go to the next palace to save Ms. Saori. I will stay here and save Hyoga.”
The Dragon and Pegasus Saints looked down at the unconscious figure of Cygnus. Each battle of the Gold Saints took a greater and greater toll on them. They needed Hyoga’s strength to see their way through the final palaces, but at the same time, they had only four hours to reach the palace of Holy Father and save Ms. Saori.
Sensing their hesitance, Shun said, “You must trust me. I will save Hyoga. Go quickly!” Shun’s words made the decision for the other two saints. They had to trust each other, or they would not surive this ordeal. Shiryu and Seiya ran to face Scorpio Milo in the next house leaving Shun and Hyoga alone.
Shun gazed at the noble saint’s body, near tears. Hyoga had always been pale as ice, with creamy skin and long blond hair, but now his skin was bluish and stiff. Shun ran his hand along Hyoga’s cheek. His body was so cold, that Shun’s fingers soon became numb. Shun shook tears out of his eyes and lowered his body on top of Hyoga. He would not fail!
As body met body there was a metalic clank as armor met armor. Hyoga’s Bronze Cloth was even colder than his body! If Shun were to save Hyoga, the armor would have to go. Shun gently reached down and carefull pulled off Hyoga’s breastplate. There was a terrible ripping sound! At first Shun thought he had injured Hoyga, but upon examination, it became clear that Hyoga’s shirt had become frozen to his armor in the battle. Shun gazed at Hyoga’s strong bare torso, pale as the rest of his flesh, and sighed. Every part of Hyoga must be warmed up if he was to be saved... every part.
Shun took off the rest of Hyoga’s armor, and his clothes as well. He admired Hyoga’s prowess. Truly Hyoga was a great saint, and the marks of his ability were visible on his entire body. Every muscle toned and trained true, but also the bruises and the signs of his terrible battles against the Gold Saints. Shun did not know how Hyoga could stand it. Perhaps death would be easier, but no. They were saints of Athena and they must restore peace and justice to the world.
Shun carressed and massaged Hyoga’s body, trying to knead warmth into chilled muscles. It soon became clear that there was not enough warmth in Shun’s hands to save the Swan Saint. Shun could barely flex his fingers from the cold, and Hyoga looked little better. Undaunted, Shun removed his own armor and clothing, showing the fullness of his own beauty so admired in the Galaxian Wars. He crawled on top of Hyoga and pressed his entire body body against Cygnus, trying to give him enough warmth. As he rubbed and pressed against Hyoga, he quickly became cold. He shivered as his arms and legs twined around the unconscious saint. Shun’s warmth was drawing thin, and yet nothing seemed to warm Hyoga.
Seeing that his body was insufficient, Hyoga tried the heat of his breath. He breathed along Hyoga’s broad chest, hoping the hot wet breath could do what his own body could not. He blew deeply into Hyoga’s mouth, trying to stir the blond man into wakefulness. Shun blew and let his lips caress every part of Hyoga’s frame. Hyoga’s color started to return! Shun pressed his ear against Hyoga’s breast, still moist from Shun’s earlier ministrations with his mouth, and heard the faintest of a heartbeat.
Shun collapsed against Hyoga, both relieved that his efforts were finally working, and frustrated that it was not enough. His breath was spent, his body was spent, what more could he do? He clutched Hyoga tightly and tried to /will/ the young man back to life. As Shun did this, he thought over all the times Hyoga and he spent together. How Hyoga had put his body in harm’s way to protect the more passive Shun. How Hyoga triumphed over any adversity. How much Hyoga reminded him of his own brother, whom he loved more than anything in the world.
His brother, Ikki, would be strong. Ikki would not be crying here. He would be doing something. Ikki knew all about warmth and heat, after all, he was the Phoenix Saint. Shun turned those thoughts and emotions over and over again in his mind. What would Ikki do? When Shun was scared and frightened, how would Ikki comfort him? Then he had it. He knew how to warm up Hyoga!
Shun straddled the blond saint once more. His legs wrapped along Hyoga’s. His arms entwined Hyoga’s slender waist. He pressed deeply against Cygnus and willed him to fly once more. As he thrust again and again, Shun felt the stirrings of his Cosmos. He felt his mind expand and blossom like the Andromeda Galaxy he drew his power from. Eventually there was an echoing response from the Northern Cross, the source of Cygnus’s Cosmo. The two constellations writhed and merged, and eventually... SUPERNOVA. . .
When Shun recovered from the powerful emotions and physical effort of his exertions, he rolled on one side and looked at Hyoga. His color was normal, perhaps even a touch flushed. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths. Eventually, his ice-blue eyes opened and stared at Shun with gratitude for his life. All was well with the world again.
A thundering rapport drew the young saints out of their reverie. Then another, and another. Hands, clapping. Shun and Hyoga sat up and looked about for the source of the noise. Slowly, they spied movement. A deep voice filled the room with laughter, starting as a chuckle and crescendoing into full blossomed amusement. An older boy, almost a man, stepped out of the shadows wearing gold and white armor. His face hidden by a dark blue visor.
No mask or armor could disguise this man from Shun. “BROTHER!” he cried.
Ikki nodded as he observed the pair still disentwining. “Shun.” He said tersely, “I’m back”
TO BE CONTINUED...