Snow ball

Snow Ball

The snow drifted down slowly, the thick layer that already laid upon the ground reflected the full moon light through the window that Aphrodite leaned out of. He gave a sigh as he rolled his face from his chin to his cheek as he rested his head on his folded arms. It had been a full year once again and ever since he was sixteen he had his eye on someone in particular. Unfortunately that someone didn't like him back. He knew this considering if any man touched him in something other than a slap on the back or a punch then he would freak out.

The guy was a total homophobic and it was just maddening that no matter what he couldn't get his mind off of him. Unfolding one hand he ran his fingers through his hair. //Stupid Deathmask,// he thought in frustration and dispair. //There's nothing wrong with liking your own gender. Dumbass... I'm not some freak... I'm not... // Just then a snow ball was thrown up, hitting just above his window. A few chunks fell down to dot his soft light blue hair. With a moan he openned an eye to see Shura waving at him from down a hill.

"Leave me alone Shura," he gruntot wot wanting to amuse Deathmask's best friend.

"Come on, Aphrodite!" he waved some more. "You look like you need some fun, so lets play."
"No, leave me alone. I don't want to."

"Don't be a prick, come on!"

With a heavy sigh the Picies saint knew that he wouldn't get the thick headed Capracorn to back down soon as he was set on something. Disappearing into his temple he pulled on a jacket and grabbed some gloves. Maybe he could have a little fun if he tried.

Pulling on his gloves, Aphordite gave a sigh while stepping out into the chilling night air. Keeping his ears covered with his warm hair he found no need for a pair of ear muffs. Coming over to where the hill dipped down he blocked when a berage of snow balls pelted him. With a shout the assult stopped.

"Geez, why do you have to do that with out warning?" he brushed the snow off of his jacket.

Shura laughed to himself, "Because you're never ready for it, every one else always sees it coming."

"Right," he looked down only to have a deep blush creep over his cheeks. "S-shura... You..."

The Capricorn saint scratched the side of his nose as dark red colored his cheeks. "Well... You know I... didn't know how to tell you other wise and when I saw you up there looking all pretty I just thought... this is it, this will have to be the time."

Aphrodite blinked several times, rubbing at his eyes he tried to fool himself that what he saw wasn't truly there, but it was. Written in the snow with food coloring was a large heart with his name written in it with drawn on roses. It was a rather childish way of expressing one's feelings but it was also the way to make him feel the warmest. With a smile he bent over scooping up some snow, "Shura... if you liked me you should have just told me."

"But you where always looking at Deathmask," he shifted his eyes to the side. "So... uh, what do you say?"

"I say..." he walked down to stand close to Shura. With a playful smile he splatted the handful of snow into his boyfriend's face. "Of course I'll date you."

Shura jumped back feeling some of the snow fall down into his collar. With a big grin he darted forward, "Why you little!"

"No~" Picies squeeled as he ran away only to be grabed by the waist. He laughed as he was pulled back, Capricorn nuzzled him a little before letting go. That was his mistake, once his hands left the man he was suddenly pumalled with snow balls.

"I'll get you for that!"

"Try it!"

With that sort of banter shooting off they continued their snow fight for several hours.

- Later -

"Come on now, hurry up," Aphrodite puffed warm breath over hreezreezing fingers.

"I'm coming," Shura trotted to keep up pace with the faster saint. His legs where longers than Aphrodite's but the man kept up a fast pace nevertheless. Reaching over he took a hold of the reddened delicate fingers. The warmth of his palm gave a pleasing sting to the gold saint's fingers.

"You okay?" he asked the light blue haired man.

"I'm fine."

"But you're still cold, you're not used to being out side in the winter are you."

"Not really."

"I could warm you up," he stopped making his boyfriend stop as well. Pulling those hands forward he took a moment to unzip his coat and place Aphrodite's hands on his sides that still radiated heat. Instinctively Picies snuggled forward enjoy the warmth. Shura ran a hand over Aphrodite's forhead and hair.

"Jesus," he exclaimed. "You're freezing!"

"I'll be okay," he kept his nose on the man's collar.

"No you won't, you need to be warmed up before you get sick," guiding the light haired one off he kept him close. "Come on I'll draw you a bath."

"I've got a better idea," he pulled on the waist he was holding onto. "Come this way."

"But isn't that your... bed chamber?"

"Exactly," a devilish gleem in blue eyes shimmered. With a stronger pull he continued on towards the direction of his room.

"But... are you sure you want to do 'it' so soon?"

A sweet smmeltmelted all of his resolve, "I'm sure. Besides I need to be warmed up right?"

"Right."

Once inside his room, Aphrodite cupped his hands over the stronge jaw line of Shura's. Leaning it to kiss him he was pleased to find the mouth already open. Aeir tongtongues dueled for domanance they toed off their shoes. Capricorn's hands unbuttoned the leather jacket that his boyfriend wore. Pushing the fabric back he caused those tender hands to leave his face, finding that he wanted them back. As the blue haired man shook off his coat, so did Shura followed by the quick remove of their sweaters. Diving in for another kiss, the green haired man pulled the lithe muscled saint against his chest. The feel of long waving hair against his arms tingled with each touch as they slowly backed up to the bed.

Wrapping his arms around Shura's neck, Aphrodite fell back onto the matress, loving the feel of flesh upon flesh. He gave a pout when his lover got up but regained his smile when the man rid them both of their pants and undergarments. Opening his legs he sat up, one hand behind him supporting his weight. His errection stood full as he splayed his fingers out and licked the middle one. Shura watched him for a moment knowing that the saint was enjoying every bit of this, and to be honest so was he. Moving forward he kissed the tip, traveling up to kiss the belly button up to a nipple that he took into his mouth. Nipping it lightly he rolled his tongue over the rosey bud earning a crying moan. With a smirk he tweeked the other nipple with his hand while gently guiding his lover to lay back down.

Once he was through with the nipple he brought himself up for a kiss that caused a small line of saliva to roll down the edge of Aphrodite's lips. Rubbing his hips against his lover's he relished in the sound that was brought out of the throat that he soon pulled back to kiss. With another push of the hips he groaned as a hand wrapped around his buttox pressing him harder against the one underneath him. There was a sound to the side as Aphrodite fumbled to find something in the small drawer in his nightstand. Once he found it he pushed Shura back and handed it to him. The short haired man took the small tube of sented oil while dipping his head back down for another kiss.
Opening the bottle he poured the rose sented oil over his fingers. While he coated them Aphrodite spread his legs farther. Wetting the round muscle at Picies' entrance, Shura slowly entered on finger stroking the velvity inside. Raking his teeth over the plains of his lover's chest he added a second finger giving a gentle scissoring motion every now and then to help strech the other. Adding a third sent his lover writhing when he hit that sweet spot inside. Flexing his fingers he streched him just a bit more before removing his digits. Coating his throbbing rod, he slowly entered Aphrodite. The blue haired man's back arched as he gasped. His legs wrapped around his lover's waist pulling him in deeper as his member was taken a hold of.

With a rock of his hips Shura took it as the que to start up a rhythm, pumping in sync. Aphrodite's surprisingly soft hands roamed over his back, manicured nails grazing over shoulders and spine. The gold saint ran his tongue over the collar bone and up to the shoulder of the one on top of him. With nips and nibbles he breathed between each one, "Harder, faster."

Moving his free hand down to the pale hips that he moved in and out of, he took a hold of one side stopping to adjust. With a snap of his hips he thrusted hard into his lover. A scream caught in Picies' throat as his head fell back. Tuickuick thrusts sent sparks to fly in his vision. His inner muscles clenched and unclenched in time with each thrust, milking the errection that caused him so much pleasure.

Shura closed his eyes tightly as he found himself nearing his limit. With a few more snapps of the hips and a few more jerks to his lover's errection, he felt his lover shudder as a pleased moan escape his throat. Shura found his seed spill forth as Aphrodite's came forth. Letting go of his lover, he pulled out and colapsed beside him. Both covered with sweat and seman, they heaved their breaths trying to calm their racing hearts. Aphrodite rolled over to curl up agianst his lover. With a pleased sound he nuzzled his cheek agianst the man's chest.

"Nice and warm now."

Shura laughed, "That better not be the only reason why we just made love."

"I could always tease you and say it was."

He kissed him on the head while pulling some blankets over them, "Tease all you want, time to sleep."

"Shura?"

"Yeah?"

"Love you..."

"Hn. Love you more."

"Snow ball jerk."

"Nymph."

The End.