Kiss the Rain

Kiss the Rain

Chapter 2 (Next chapter is through Mu's point of view again, I'll also add in a link to some screen shots of Sion so that people who haven't seen Saint Seiya Hades knows what he looks like)


It was almost routine now. Camus d wad wake up in the late morning, liking the way that he could finally sleep in when ever he wanted to and not have to worry about immidate training. He would slowly pull himself out of bed with a silent yawn and dress himself, usually his house clothes which consisted of a black long sleeved shirt and some soft material pants. A large throw would be wrapped around his back and held by his arms. He had grown accustomed to his husband pouncing him ay giy given moment for a session of love making. The redhead found it actually quite exhilarating how Milo would nearly take him anywhere. And he admired how the blond knew when and where to hold his passion back so that he didn't end up being taken in front of friends, not even felt up. A kiss on the cheek and pat on the hand tended to suffice for both of them until company had left. The many times he was taken on the floor inspired him to purchase a large throw blanket when they had last been in town. So now, every day he wears it like a shall just in case.

Stepping out of the bedroom he smiled when he found Hyoga playing some board game with Isaac in the next room. The two boys needed some kind of retreat from home and Milo was kind enough to agree in letting them stay as long as they liked. The redhead still had a sense of disbelief when ever he looked at Isaac. The green haired youth had only one eye but never cared to cover up the scar that decorated his beautiful face. His two disciples fought each other and one had died. Athena wasn't even going to bring the Poseidon Saint back until Hyoga told her about his deep pain of having to slay his friend.

"Hyoga you can't move there!" Isaac snapped pointing at the board.

"Yes I can!"

"The hell you can! You're cheating man!"

"I'm doing exactly what the rules say!!"

Camus stepped up, "Boys."

"He started it!" Hyoga snapped glaring at his friend.

"I did not and you know it cheater!"

"Boys! If you can't play nice, don't play at all," Aquarius folded his arms sternly.

"Sorry," they chorused.

"Now then, where is your father?"

The two pointed off to the next room not catching the 'father' bit until a moment later. Once they did they lifted their heads and looked at Camus who only blushed and slapped a hand to his forehead. Rubbing at his eyes he just realized how stupid that was and didn't know how the hell that thought even entered his mind. He smiled when the boys busted out in laughter and started teasing about the Aquarius saint being their mother.

"You going to tuck us into bed tonight, mommy?" Isaac nearly fell out of his chair.

"I want a story!" Hyoga grinned like a maniac trying so hard not to laugh.

"Yeah well if you two don't pipe down then I'll put you in time out, how about that?" he smiled enjoying the light atmosphere.

"We'll behave.... Mom," they both chimed while Camus left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The redhead smile softened when he saw his lover sitting on the windowsill reading a letter. It was almost every day that the blond sat on a windowsill, one of the many reasons why Camus wanted to invest in window seats. The slightly blue sky behind Milo set a warm aura and the sparse clouds in the sky showed just how perfect life was. Walking up he noticed the contemplative look on Milo's face.

"Something erinering you?" he asked in a low voice planting a kiss on his husband's temple.

"Well," he sighed a bit heavily, crossing his feet at the ankles to lean out the window a little. "I got a letter from Mu today. I'm getting worried about him."

Aquarius sat down next to Scorpio, "He hasn't said anything yet?"

"No, in fact he's too scared to. He's doubting that Sion even likes him in that way."

"But what about the way that he looks at him? That's got to be some indicator there."

"I know, but according to Mu, when ever Dohko comes around he's completely ignored. Camus... he's gotten to the point that when ever roshi comes around he just retreats to his room or leaves the house completely. He's even stated that Kiki isn't spending much time with him anymore."

"Poor Mu... Kiki's the world to him."

"Yeah..." Milo folded the letter up and placed it back into env envelope. "I think I'll take a trip to Jamir."

"Wait until after lunch at least, I'll come with you. That'll give the boys some alone time."

"Alone," blue eyes blinked then narrowed. "What are you plotting?"

Camus raised a hand to slid his fingers across his lover's cheek down to gently hold his chin. Half lidded red eyes sparkled with an expression of knowing everything, "The same that you are with Mu. I just have a different way of going about it."

"No way, those two?!"

"Hn," a wicked smirk covered his lips. "Maybe, maybe not."

Milo wanted to say something about how he didn't like being left out of the loop but when that smirk pulled at Camus' lips he couldn't resist the impulse for a kiss. Wrapping his strong arms around his husband, the blond pulled him close hungrily taking dominance over the redhead's mouth. A small whimper erupted from Aquarius' throat as a trail of saliva trickled down the corner of his lips. Lacing his fingers in long strands of blond hair, he refused to let his partner pull back as he started to dominate the kiss.

Two spaced knocks on the door told them the message that Hyoga and Isaac where heading out, a code they had developed back in their training days with Camus. Knowing that they were good as gone Milo pulled his husband up by the hips, the redhead wrapping his legs around his lover's waist breaking the kiss at the feel of his hard member. Gasping, he was set on the small ledge of the windowSill and pressed against the glass as the collar of his shirt was pulled down to allow a warm tongue to lap at his throat. Strong hands wormed under his shirt to trace the muscles of his abdomen, slowly working up to his pecks.

"Milo," he breathed when those hands suddenly left to pull his pants down off of his hips and as far as they would go.

With a quick lick to the tip of Camus' throbbing companion, Scorpio gently pulled his mate down to the floor making sure that he was on the warm throw of a shall. Ridding his love from his pants, the blond quickly removed the rest of the redhead's clothing along with his own. Soon as his shirt left his fingers to fall to the floor, Aquarius grabbed him by a few locks of his hair and gently pulled him back over him, taking him into another hungry kiss. Lifting his lower half, he wrapped his legs around Milo's torso giving a whimper when the tip of his husband's erection brushed against his entrance. His heart hammered in his chest when Scorpio pulled back just enough for their breath to mingle aet aet against each other's faces.

"God I love you," Milo wrapped his arms around the red eyed beauty. Rocking back, he sat down and slowly moved his partner over his heated member.

Camus fanned his fingers over Milo's slightly tanned cheek, eyes half lidded with pleasure. Their chests heaved with deep breaths as they took a moment to bask in the other's glow. The blond trailed kisses filled with love down the man's cheek and jaw. Camus lifted himself and started to set a steady pace. Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders holding him tight as he clung onto his husband when his sweet spot was licked from the inside. A gasp choked in Milo's throat when Camus squeezed around him in a rhythm. His beautiful lover pulled back from his embrace, cheeks flushed as he gave a gentle, innocent kiss.

Between kisses Milo licked at his fingers and palm, wetting it before returning to his lover's mouth. Reaching between them he slowly wrapped his hand around Camus' shaft giving it a tender squeeze before beginning to pump. Screwing his eyes shut, Aquarius wrapped his arms around the blond's shoulders tightly while picking up his rhythm. Finding his climax coming soon, he placed his mouth over the fine ridge of flesh that curved so beautifully from his neck to this shoulder. With a whimper his insides coiled tighter as he could feel his body weep for a release. His movements upon his lover became almost frantic as his shoulder was kissed. With a final thud and a jerk to his manhood he bit down. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he could feel his seed spill out as well as Milo's cry of extacy triggered him to be filled with in.

Slowly releasing his bite, Camus licked the wound he had left until it stopped bleeding. As he did, his hair was petted and he happily pressed his body, if at all possible, further into Milo's.

"You're cat like tendencies never cease to please me," the Scorpio saint chuckled.

Camus pulled back with a crimson blush, as red as his hair, coloring his cheeks, "Well, I ... I mean, I didn't mean to hurt you and... My passion for you can get out of hand, I guess."

The blond laughed and kissed his temple, their bodies still intertwined, "Still as innocent as the day we first got together. One of the many reasons why my love for you will never burn out."

After the two finally parted, they cleaned up their mess and dressed themselves. Once everything was tighted up, they set about to fixing lunch grabbing kisses and caresses when ever they possibly could. When some beef was grilling on the stove Camus was washing a plate when he noticed the weather outside. It was rather peculiar, just a moment ago it was bright and sunny. A frown formed his lips as a dreading feeling writhed in his stomach. A deafening bang of thunder screamed through the blackened sky as some lightening cracked the heavens.

Placing down the plate, he dried his hands. Looking over to his husband who mirrored his look. The stove was turned off and the two of them stepped out to the front of the living quarters of the Aquarius temple. Something bad was either going to happen or was currently happening. There was a silent knock on the door pulling curiosity out of the two of them. Milo strode forward, wanting to make sure if there was a threat to bar himself between his love and the intruder.

The hinges of the door creaked only to reveal a very wet and sad Mu. The Tibetan looked up at his friends, his eyes in a state of grief that neither had ever seen, nor ever wished to see.

"Mu! What the hell?!" Milo reached for his friend.

Camus quickly ran to the bathinom tom to grab some towels for their fellow gold saint as the purple haired man was ushered in.

"I-I'm sorry, I know you want to be alone but, but I," his green eyes glistened with tears as he staggered in. The suitcase he held popped open scattering clothing around. He fell to his knees and tried to gather his things only to have his wrists grabbed by Milo.

"Mu, what happened?" The blond's voice was calm, a soothing deep tone.

The Tibetan lowered his head so that his friend couldn't see how awful he knew his face must look as tears glittered down from his eyes. He sniffled as he held in his voice that made cracked whimpering sounds.

To be continued...