Sexy Sexy

Note: I was listening to the song called Sexy Sexy by the Japanese band Cascade. It's a good song and I recomend you listen to it.

This piece of work is nothing but fun. I think I'll write a different story with the gold saints telling each other ghost stories. Does that sound like something you would read?


Sexy Sexy


A particular saint had a very biezzar fasination with ghost stories and peranormal activities. This particular saint was a gold saint that at first look you would never have guessed this oddity to his usually happy persona. He was a kind man, but deadly to his enemies and some people actually suspected him of actually deriving pleasure from other people's pain. Then again most of Santuary thought him to be a saidomiscist. Currently he was yabbering in his best friend's ear while reading a magazine, pointing to certain articals that made his blue eyes sparkle with excitement. His friend on the other hand was one that hated ghost stories and the peranormal. This particular man looked very strong but had a fear factor for demons and ghosts. Thus why he was currently trying to drown out his friend's talk with a pair of blairing head phones. It wasn't working.

"Oh my god! Look at this one, Camus!" Milo pointed at a pariticular artical.

Camus pulled off his head phones, "Would you give it a rest?! I'm not interested! OKAY?!"

Scorpio only smiled, "Don't worry, it's only about Hanako-san, she's a harmless school ghost that haunts the girl's bathroom. It's not like you'll ever meet her."

With a defeated sigh the man slumped in his seat, "Fine, tell me about this Hanoka."

"It's Hanako-san. She's a ghost that lives in Japanese school bathrooms. According to this, she doesn't come out unless you go to the fourth stall and knock. Emmediately after knocking you have to say, 'Hanako-san asobi mashou?' which means, in Japanese 'Miss Hanako will you come and play?' Apperently with in 13 seconds after words she is supposed to appear. Neat huh?"

"What does she do?"

"Doesn't say."

Camus gave a shudder.

"Ooo, the mountain ghost. They're not saying which mountain it is, but at night dirt bikers will be riding a particular trail in Japan on a certain mountain and come across a woman in a white kimono."

"Shut it!"

"And if they pass by her then she'll get down on all fours and chase the biker until the trail ends!! Ooo, freaky."

"Oh-geez man! I don't wanna hear it!"

"Hey the man faced dog! He's supposed to be another school ghos-" Milo's eyes widdened when a hand slapped over his mouth.

Camus leaned in very close so that his breath petted over his finger and onto his companion's face, "You're the only one that knows that I get the chills from ghost stories, yet you're insistant on telling me about them.... Why?" He was about to remove his hand when he held fast, "And no trying to finish the story, just tell me why." With that he removed his hand.

"Wow... you know me better than I know me," Milo laughed.

"Answer my question."

"Well," Milo reached up a hand and rubbed the back of his head. Looking to the side a small blush crept over his cheeks, "I just... wanna share something with you that I really enjoy."

"Isn't there something else that you really enjoy that you could share with me?"

The deep blue haired man thought about it, his eyes turned up to the ceiling for a while as if the ceiling tiles would give him an answer. Finally he said, "Nope. Not really."

"Come on! A video game, a book, a comic, music, cooking, anything!"

He shook his head while closing his magazine and placing it down on the coffee table. Getting up he left the room saying, "Sorry to have bothered you."

The aqua haired man grunted feeling like a complete jackass. He knew better, he was just getting too creeped out and it made him snappy. Camus knew that Milo didn't derive much enjoyment out of just anything. He had a harsh past which caused him to be rather morbid even though it didn't show. Picking up the magazine he flipped it open. Maybe he could read a few articals and surprise his friend with an interesting conversation on the peranormal.

- later that night -

Camus jerked awake on the couch. Not moving his eyes scanned around the room, recalling he had fallen asleep while reading. Slowly sitting up he gulped, it was completely dark and he was still in Milo's home. Even though the place was like his second home he just... He gasped when something moved off in the corner. Causously getting up to his feet he swallowed down a lump in his throat. With shaking breath he winced when the magazine clattered from his lap to the floor. Wetting his lips, he shuffled forward, running his palms against the thight leather of his pants. Constantly reminding himself to remain calm he decided that it would be best to just find the light switch and then make his way to Milo's bedroom. They often shared a bed whenever staying at each other's flat. It was a thing they had done ever since they where children, so by all means his friend should be in his bed. With deep breath he started to make a made dash for the light switch. While in his sprint a cat ran across his path.
Gasping, he hurled himself to the wall. His back firmly pressed against the wall, feeling that he was half way up against a window, as he watched in horror as the cat twitched its two tails.

"N-n-nekomata," he breathed remembering the folk lore artical about a cat demon that had a tail that split and gained a greater number of tails through age. It was said that the Nekomata had the ability to cast illusions as well as control dead bodies, it wasn't unco for for the beast to make a corps dance for its amusment nor have the dead attack someone.

The cat before him arched its back with a light hiss causing Camus to press further against the wall. A shadow loomed through the window, a scrapping sound skittered across the glass that his back was against. With a shout of fear he lept forward bounding over the cat and speeding down the hallway. He skidded one the carpet in front of Milo's door. Aquarius jumped when the door opened, upon seeing his half dressed companion he lanched himself into the room seeking refuge.

"Camus?" Milo closed the door eyeing his quivering friend, "What's gotten into you?"

"Nekomata... you've got a nekomata in your house," he tried to control his breathing.

"Neko...mata..." the blue haired man frowned and walked over to the bed that his friend was curled up on. Sitting on the edge of the matress he tried to make eye contact with his companion, who kept on darting his eyes around, "What are you talking about?"

"That... two tailed demon cat thing!"

"Camus, did you read my magazine?"

Aquarius uncurled to sit on his knees as he tried to explain, "I just wanted to apologize, I mean I didn't mean to, and I do like sharing things with you, but-!" Tears started to flow from his eyes as he continued, "But those things are too damn scarry! The woman with the split face, the double mouthed girl, the one eyed monk, and all those freaking haunted mansions!! I can't do it!! I just wanted to share something with you, but I can't do it!"

Milo smiled and reached forward, soon as his hand was on Camus' shoulder the long haired man and lunged himself forward to sob into Scoripio's night shirt. Stroking his hair the gold saint comforted his companion, "Thank you for trying... and don't be scared, if those things do exist they're in Japan not here in Greece."

"B-But the Nekomata."

"You mean Mata-chan, she's my freak job."

"W-what?" Camus sniffled looking up from his rather comfortable possition.

"She was born with two tails, a birth defect like those two headed snakes. I found her abandoned in an alley way when she was a kitten. So I kept her."

"How long have you had her?!"

"For only three months, you where gone to Saiberria when I got her. I tried to tell you about her earlier but you where just too tired from your trip back."

"....."

Milo smiled, "She's a good girl, very good mouser but I'm still trying to figure out how she manages to chase the mice on to the window like that."

"You mean that big shadow and scratching was nothing but a mouse?! I was scared by a damn mouse?!!"

He shruged, "Could have been Clive."

"Who's Clive a pet owl?"

"No he's my resident spirit."

Camus duct his head down, "I don't wanna hear that I've been sleeping in a house where a dead guy haunts!"

"Don't worry, you're not. He haunts the tree out side in the garden where he hung himself a hundred years ago from his wife showing her face to an other man."

"No No!! I don't wanna hear this!"

"Wanna go say Hi to him? He only comes out at night."

"MILO!!! Stop being a jerk! There has to be SOMETHING, ANYTHING that we can do besides talk about ghosts?"

"Sleep."

"I can't sleep after this!"

"Hnnn..." Milo petted Camus' hair, enjoying the soft feel of it. With his friend clinging so tightly to him a strange idea entered his head, "We could always have sex."

"What?" Aquarius pulled away to look Scorpio in the eye.

"Just a strange idea, we don't have to."

"But... what would... cause you to get that idea?"

"Well, you're attractive and want to share something that I enjoy." He shrugged his shoudlers, "I've only had sex once before and it wasn't all that bad."

"But... we might not enjoy it, being together like that," Camus looked down and to the side, unsure of himself.

Milo's callused hand cupped his face, guiding him to look in his eyes. He was leaning close when he whispered, "Then lets just start with a kiss, if you don't like it... then... we don't... have. to. do. anymore." Gently placing his lips against his companions he felt a small spark ignight from with in. He wanted to open his mouth and continue further, but he didn't want to force anything on his friend so he waited. What had surprised him was that the aqua haired man was quick to open his mouth and run his tongue along his lip silently asking for access. Soon as he parted his lips just a small amount, Camus darted his tongue into the hot cavern of flesh. Cupping his hands over Milo's strong jaw line, he moved to stratle Scorpio's legs, clamping his knees at his hips. Strong arms wrapped around him bringing their bodies closer as the kiss between the two gold saints became more passionate. Breaking for air, Camus pushed the blue haired man down onto his back as his shirt was pulled at and untucked from
his pants. Milo's hands skimmed over the surprisingly soft skin of his lover's back while pushing up his shirt. Aquarius shivered from the touch throwing his head back. The man underneath him smiled softly making a mental note that he was sensitive on the back. Pulling the shirt off, Milo discarded it to the side.

Slowly unbuttoning the night shirt Scorpio wore, Camus dipped his head down for another kiss. A few times it had actually accured to him to try and sneek a kiss when the other had slept, but never could bring himself to do it. Milo was a very handsome man and if he wanted he could have any woman in Santuary, possibly even Athena. It wasn't just his looks that made him attractive though, it was how much he felt. He had passion in everything he did but he also managed to be layed back at the same time. Traits that annoyed the French man but only flaired his need for the other even more.

The Greek gasped as his neck was lapped at. Grasping his hand on the upper part of his partner's thigh with one hand, he used the other to slowly undo the tie that kept the leather pants shut. Pressing his palm against the warm bulge he recieved a moaning gasp. Taking the moment to sit up he pouted when Camus stepped off of his lap. He was rewarded though with the man taking off his pants with slow elegance. The way the aqua hair cascaded down his back and petted against his thighs was a maddendispdisplay of beauty. Reaching forward, Milo took a hold of a lock of hair. Standing up he brought the lock to his lips as Camus straightened out and looked at him.

"You truly are handsome Camus," he kissed the lock of hair before lowering it in favor to touch his lover's face. "In more ways than one... dearest."

With a blush the French man kissed the hand touching his face, "Milo... I..."

"If it is an objection, please do say it," he pulled the man close pressing their cheeks together, "I don't... want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," placing his hands on Milo's hips he tugged down the boxers he wore. "Ever."

Kneeling down, Aquarius gently took a hold of the errection that weeped for release. Puffing a hot breath over it he lapped at the tip before taking it into his mouth. The subtile salty flavor seeto sto spur him on with the need to taste more of it, rolling his tongue around the flesh.

Screwing his eyes shut Milo felt his knees shake with the need to buckle. Placing his hands ontop of Camus' head he resisted the urge to set him into a bucking rhythm. When the gold saint pulled away for air, he felt a bit of relief. Standing up, the aqua haired man pushed Scorpio down onto the bed. Bringing himself ontop of the other their gazes locked, lowering himself he started to push Milo into his entrance.

"W-wait, Camu-" the blue haired man wanted to protest to the ill preperation of his lover but was silenced by a whimpering kiss.

Camus' tongue dove deep into Milo's mouth as he used their kiss as a way to over come the pain in his backside. Dropping fully over him he remained still for a moment. He winced a little from the subtile movement Milo took in order to take a hold of his shaft. Once he was grasped a tender petting commenced sending pleasurable shivers through out his body as he adjusted to having the Scorpio saint inside of him. A stronge hand pressed against his back, callused fingers fanning out over his shoulder blade and spine. Throwing back his head he gasped from the over whelming pleasure that sparked and rattled through out his body. Raising himself up, he lowered finding the alien body with in to be quite intoxicating.

Sitting up, Milo pulled his lover of of him earning a whimper. Guiding him, he turned Aquarius around and slipped back into him. Using his legs he pulled Camus' apart, with a gentle buck of the hips. Camus gasped as one hand traveld over his thigh, as his hair was carefully drapped over his shoulder. Shuddering, he set a pace as he arched his back while kisses where played on it. Sweat beaded down his body as every touch, every kiss caused the flair inside of him to writhe. When a finger nail brushed against his nipple a slightly sharp set of teeth grazed over his back. This triggered something inside of him to jump and slam back down on the man the was riding. The breath from a moan puffed over his shoulder. Milo took a hold of his hips setting a faster and harder rhythm. With suddering breath, Aquarius leaned back loving the feel of hot flesh against his back. Reaching behind him he placed his hand on the back of the Greek's head as he head fell back and his neck kissed. Moving his other hand h
e placed it on top of one that had a hold of his hips. Milo moved his hand to lace his fingers with his lovers as their bodies silently climaxed.

Camus' body shook as he was removed from his comfortable spot on top of his lover. He was gently laid upon the bed, feather light caresses tracing the curves in his frame. His stomach was kissed before his still standing member was taken into a warm mouth. The gentle suckling combined with their last actions caused him to orgazim once more. His seed spilled forth only to be quickly lapped up.

When Milo pulled himself up to lay beside him he traced a fingure over the jaw line of his lover. Those eyes that he had fallen for softened as his lover wallowed in the sweet feel of his touches.

"Milo... this can't..." he found that the following words stuck in his throat. No matter what he didn't want this to be a one time thing, he wanted to actually be with him not just some thing they would have to blow off.

"Aa," Camus was pulled into a warm hug. "Camus... I don't want this to be a one time thing... ever and I don't want it to be a way to express lust between friends, I want...."

Aquarius held his breath as he let the one holding him continue.

"I want... you to be with me. Will you be... my boyfriend?"

The French man smiled over whelmed with happiness. With a nod he whispered his agreement and nuzzled his face into the crook of Milo's neck.

"Guess this means I'll have to put up with some more ghost stories," he smiled as his hair was stroked.

"That or talk about religion."

"Religion?" Camus pulled away to look him in the eye, "Shaka telling all about Buddism again?"

"Yeah and several of the trainies can't shut up about Catholizism, Morman, Shinto, and some others. They can get quite fascinating really."

"Can't something normal happen to you? Ever?"

"Hnn... when you kiss me is that considered normal?"

"No."

He grinned, "Then no, never. So... wanna hear about some religion?"

"I'd rather stick with the ghosts," he rested his head down. "But tell me about them in the middle of a very bright day."

"Tomorrow it is," Milo kissed Camus.

The End