Saint Seiya Fan Fiction ❯ Yoru no Jouka (Night's Passion) ❯ One-Shot

All characters created by Masami Kurumada have been borrowed for use in this original work of fan fiction.

Yoru no Jouka (Night's Passion)

 

Virgo Saint Shaka and Phoenix Saint Ikki stumbled over the threshold of the hotel room and dumped their rain-splattered motorcycle helmets onto the nearest chair, shutting the door firmly behind them. They simultaneously kicking off their waterlogged sneakers then quickly removed their drenched shirts, socks and jeans. Ikki gathered up the sopping wet clothing and headed for the bathroom. He hung the garments over the shower curtain rod then emerged with two large bath towels. He approached Shaka who stood naked by the window, unashamed and radiant. As Ikki handed a cloth to the Gold Saint, his eyes drank in the man's flawless body, musing that his lover would gladly wander around in public completely nude if such behavior were acceptable. Ikki was particularly enthralled by the sparse, narrow trail of dark blonde hair that led from Shaka's bellybutton to his groin. To Ikki, it looked like spun gold.

Shaka pushed the curtain aside with one hand as he dried his luxuriously long, flaxen hair with the other. He peered out into the darkness as the downpour pelted heavily against the glass. On the neon-painted alleyway below, a few bedraggled pedestrians darted for cover.

"It's a regular monsoon out there!" Shaka remarked, awestruck by the powerful rainstorm.

Ikki moved to the middle of the room and shook his head vigorously. The wet ends of his thick, blue-black mane fanned out, sending a glistening spray of water droplets throughout the dimly lit room. Ikki glanced around at the gaudy furnishings with mild disgust. Rich, sumptuous fabrics in deep shades of red, blue and violet draped over the half-moon shaped bed and low wooden chairs. Tasseled cushions and fringed throw pillows in brightly contrasting prints overflowed every corner and flat surface. Two ornately carved floor lamps stood on each side of the bed, their soft light clinging to the azure walls as if trying desperately not to intrude on the couple. Ikki could easily imagine a virile desert prince of bygone days or a ruggedly handsome swashbuckler seducing innocent young wenches in such a room.

"I can't believe you dragged me into this place..." the boy muttered as he secured the towel around his well-muscled stomach.

Shaka caught the handsome teen's alluring reflection in the window and tried to suppress a grin. He knew Ikki would find the accommodations distasteful. The older Saint sighed and wrapped the towel around his bare waist, limping toward the heliotrope bed. He perched on the corner of the sturdy mattress and leaned back, resting his hands on the crushed-velvet comforter.

"I'm sorry, Ikki. This was the best I could do in an emergency." He stretched out his bruised leg and rotated his foot, furrowing his brow in discomfort. "You don't think I'd bring you to a place like this on purpose, do you?" Shaka asked sincerely.

"Probably!" the boy joked. Ikki wished he had not complained about the room as he watched the Gold Saint assess his injury. His conscience prickled with regret as he studied Shaka's outstretched limb. "Anyway, I'm the one who should apologize. How's your leg? Daijoubu desuka?"

Shaka shrugged. "I'll live...it's just a mild abrasion. I'm more embarrassed than anything else. I've never wiped out in a rain puddle before! I just thank the gods you weren't hurt..."

Ikki padded across the magenta carpet and joined Shaka on the bed, internally berating himself again for griping about the hotel instead of lavishing his full attention on the older Saint.

"Thanks to your skillful maneuvering, I didn't get a scratch!" Ikki announced.

"And I have an excellent and beautiful teacher to thank for that!" Shaka reminded the tawny-skinned boy. Ikki's cheeks blushed crimson at the compliment. Although they had been together for several weeks, and were even considered a couple by those close to them, the Phoenix Saint still found it difficult to accept Shaka's loving praise.

The Gold Saint briefly closed his eyes, enraptured by the ghost sensation of Ikki's warm body pressed tightly against his back as they swerved through the cramped alleys of Tokyo. "Well, it seems we're stuck here until the storm passes, so we might as well make the best of it," Shaka offered, hoping Ikki would accept the obvious invitation.

"Oh, we wouldn't want you to strain yourself. After all, that was quite a nasty spill!" Ikki teased.

"Hmmm...maybe you're right," Shaka responded in mock-agreement, rubbing his aching thigh muscle dramatically.

Ikki instantly dropped to his knees and scattered gentle kisses over the prominent bruise that marred the Gold Saint's perfect skin. He paused, gazing up into Shaka's glorious sapphire eyes.

"Does that hurt?" Ikki asked tenderly.

Shaka shook his head slowly. A few heavy beads of water dripped from the ends of his damp locks, landing on his bare arms. He reached down and ran a finger over Ikki's petal-soft lips, drawing a smile from the Bronze Saint.

Shaka leaned forward, his mouth brushing lightly against Ikki's ear. "Do you think there's anything to eat in here?" he whispered.

"Besides me?" Ikki answered suggestively.

Shaka laughed and stood up, playfully ruffling the top of Ikki's head. "Come on, let's see what we can find in this den of iniquity!"

"This is paradise..." Ikki replied quietly as Shaka grasped his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Eh? Nani? Now you're saying you actually like this place?"

"No...but anywhere with you is heaven!"

"I think you're suffering from low blood sugar!" Shaka bantered, tapping the end of Ikki's nose with his index finger.

They poked and prodded under the kaleidoscope of tapestries and fabrics, eventually finding a miniature icebox hidden behind a chair, which somewhat shattered Ikki's notion of exotic pirates and Arab royalty as former tenants. Shaka opened the door of the small refrigerator and peered inside. Not surprisingly, the shelves were quite forlorn.

"Well, I see a half-eaten box of chocolates...and something in a mysterious brown bag." Ikki heard the sound of paper rustling as Shaka reached in to investigate. "Ah, fresh peaches!"

"Anou...do you think they're safe?" Ikki squinted dubiously at the fruit.

Shaka removed one of the fuzzy orbs and held it closer to the light. "Looks fine to me..." He waved it under his nose. "Mmmmm! Smells fantastic!" He noticed Ikki's concern. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll wash them off very carefully. Okay?"

Ikki acquiesced, but continued to ponder why anyone would leave a bag of peaches in a hotel room. Any further conspiratorial theories were quelled as Shaka returned from the bathroom with a peach in each hand. Shaka headed directly to the bed and lay on his back, lazily holding the luscious bait against his bare chest.

Ikki moved to the edge of the bed and looked down at Shaka, love sparkling in his indigo eyes. A smile danced across his lips as he climbed over the older Saint and straddled him on hands and knees. "You're right...those peaches look delicious!"

He leaned down and sank his teeth into the soft, ripe fruit Shaka held over his heart. Ikki swallowed the sweet flesh, quickly lapping up the stray liquid that trickled over Shaka's chest and ribs in translucent orange rivulets. The Gold Saint writhed and moaned with pleasure as Ikki's skillful tongue traced a path over his warm skin.

"Mmmm...that's nice..." Shaka growled deeply. Ikki gazed into his lover's eyes then dipped his head to take another bite. He held the delectable morsel in his mouth and moved upward to meet Shaka's anxious lips, inciting the Gold Saint to suck the sugary pulp from his mouth. The peaches slipped from Shaka's grasp and rolled off the bed as he reached up, twining his fingers into the Bronze Saint's thick, dark hair. The hunger in their bellies transformed to lust as their tongues probed and explored. Without breaking the soul-devouring kiss, Ikki slid his hand down and loosened the towel hitched at Shaka's waist. He moved the cloth aside and enclosed his fist around the man's rapidly growing hardness. Shaka breathed in sharply and tilted his hips upward to meet Ikki's touch. The Phoenix Saint caressed him, coaxing his member to full arousal. They parted briefly, gasping for air.

"K'so! I dropped the peaches..." Shaka panted.

"That's okay...I'd rather eat something else anyway..." Ikki murmured. He breathed deeply, taking in the heavy fragrance of peach nectar and rain that permeated the room. He sat upright and slowly removed the towel that hung around his slender hips, dropping it over the side of the bed. The boy leaned forward again, allowing his blood-hot erection to rub against Shaka's solid abdomen.

"Now where did that come from?" the saffron-haired Saint whispered lewdly.

"This is what you do to me..." Ikki responded in a husky voice, his cobalt blue eyes glinting in the dingy shadows. A startling flash of lightning illuminated the room in an eerie blue-white glow, followed by a slow reverberation of window-rattling thunder. The Phoenix Saint relished the violent weather. It seemed to intensify his passion, stoking the embers of desire into a raging inferno. Ikki slid down and in one fluid motion took the man fully in his mouth, imbibing Shaka's natural scent of sandalwood and sweet spices. The Gold Saint cried out in overwhelming ecstasy as the boy generously licked the entire length of his rigid organ and nuzzled the tight, velvety pouch at its base. He gently slipped one firm sack into his mouth, rolling it gingerly against his tongue then nursed the other delicate jewel between his lips. He could feel the Gold Saint nearing the edge of climax, but he did not want their lovemaking to end too soon.

"Ikki...please...don't stop..." Shaka gasped.

"Gomen, koibito, but we aren't finished yet..." Ikki gently explained. He nibbled Shaka's chiseled thighs then continued up the Virgo Saint's rippled stomach and across his powerful chest.

Shaka propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at his partner through heavy, half-open eyelids. Ikki was right of course. It was indeed a rare opportunity for them. They had found a brief oasis from their unsparing and duty-bound lives, and there was no reason to end the holiday prematurely. The Virgo Saint smiled, silently thanking the Fates for blessing him with such a wonderful and thoughtful lover. Though Shaka was a handful of years older than Ikki, and far more experienced, he often preferred to let the headstrong younger Saint take the lead.

Shaka reached up and touched the cruel, jagged scar that emblazoned the middle of Ikki's forehead. It arced downward across the bridge of his nose, nearly reaching his cheek. Shaka hated the disfiguring mark, but it was part of what had made Ikki the Phoenix Saint. The young man did not seem self-conscious about it, but neither did he ever speak of the circumstances surrounding the cause of the injury, nor any other memories of his past for that matter. Shaka did not push the issue. He knew Ikki would open up to him when he felt completely secure in their relationship. The Gold Saint had been tempted once or twice to delve into Ikki's deepest thoughts while he slept, but Shaka could never bring himself to violate his lover, or his trust, in such a devious manner. He lay back down and stretched his arms above his head in a wide arc, sighing blissfully.

Ikki rolled off of Shaka and grabbed two pillows from the large pile at the head of the bed. A clear, shiny package tumbled out from behind the cushions.

"Hmmm...what's this?" The boy held up the peculiar item for the Gold Saint to see.

"Ah!" Shaka exclaimed with delight.

"Well, what is it?" Ikki asked impatiently.

"That, my beloved, is a container of lube...and Love Beads!"

Ikki frowned. "Eh? Love Beads? What are Love Beads?"

Shaka thought for a moment, trying to compose an explanation of the toy's purpose without intimidating Ikki. It was a wonderfully familiar object to Shaka, but for the virginal Phoenix, it would be a whole new experience. The young Bronze Saint was like a skittish colt when it came to sexual game playing. If Shaka wasn't careful, Ikki might shy away from his enlightened guidance.

"I think it would be more fun if I just show you how it works, ne?" He opened the package and handed the rubbery stacked spheres to the incredulous Bronze Saint.

"I'm not sure about this..." Ikki admitted. He suspiciously examined the iridescent blue pearls connected by a thin, flexible rod. "This feels like skin!" he said, wrinkling his nose.

"It's silicone," Shaka explained. He reached out and placed a gentle hand on Ikki's shoulder. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, don't you? I want nothing more than to fill every moment of your life with love and happiness. Do you trust me?"

"With my life! Aishiteru, Shaka..."

"Then...please allow me to introduce you to this unbelievable pleasure!"

The boy swallowed nervously, but nodded, his midnight eyes shining with complete faith.

Shaka grinned mischievously and clapped his hands. "Subarashii!" he cheered, rising to his knees.

Ikki sighed, rolled his eyes heavenward, and lightly cuffed the Gold Saint on the back of the head. "Baka!" he scolded playfully. He knew Shaka was only teasing, but he was burning with curiosity and quite anxious to begin.

Shaka promptly kissed Ikki and picked up the small bottle of lubricating gel. He broke the seal and squeezed a generous amount into his hand. Smelling faintly of strawberries, it warmed instantly against his skin.

"Since this is your first time, you must tell me if it becomes too painful," Shaka warned. "Now turn around..." he softly commanded.

Ikki obeyed, pivoting on his hands and knees. Shaka smiled then leaned over and pressed his teeth against the Phoenix Saint's perfectly sculpted ass cheeks, branding them with two round bite marks. He applied the mound of clear lube between Ikki's buttocks then carefully inserted a finger inside the slick opening to relax and prepare the muscles. Ikki dropped his head to the mattress and squeezed his hands into tight fists, trying to control the intense, pulsating tremors that raced through him. Shaka removed his finger and began liberally coating the beads with more gel. He placed the first slippery orb against Ikki's exquisitely sensitive anal aperture and pushed against it. The muscles yielded then contracted around the bead, pulling it in. Shaka moved the next sphere into position...then the next...and the next. He continued inserting the toy with excruciating slowness until nearly the entire length of the strand had been inserted deep inside Ikki. The dark-haired teen's body shimmered with sweat as the sweet torture paralyzed him.

"How do you feel?" Shaka whispered.

"Incredible!" Ikki responded, almost afraid to breathe.

"Just wait...it gets better! Now, the most important thing to remember is that you must tell me when you're about to come..."

Ikki nodded, his face tinted cherry red with embarrassment.

"Roll over onto your back..." the Gold Saint instructed patiently.

Ikki did not think it would be possible to move, but he somehow managed to comply with Shaka's order. As he settled back against the mattress, Shaka moved in between the boy's legs and placed his hands on the back of Ikki's knees, lifting them up to expose his rectum and genitals. The Virgo Saint leaned down and took Ikki's throbbing member into his mouth, leaving the youth bereft of rational thought. His entire being was flooded by mind-shattering pleasure...the likes of which he had never experienced before.

Shaka purred as he rhythmically stroked Ikki's rigid pole first with his hand and then his ravenous lips. It was not the first time they had been in this position, and he loved the taste of the boy. Shaka fondled Ikki's tender balls, feeling them tighten up as the Bronze Saint began to climax. Ikki thrashed his head from side to side, crying out to his lover.

"Oh, Shaka! Shaka…I'm coming!"

The Gold Saint immediately reached for the end of the Love Beads, pulling on the string firmly and steadily. He continued to hold Ikki in his mouth as the spheres exited one by one, forced out by the muscular contractions of the boy's orgasm, creating wave after wave of stimulation through his body and soul.

Ikki howled as though wounded. His back arched upward and his hips bucked wildly as he exploded hot and wet, draining himself completely into Shaka's eager mouth. Spent, breathless and weak, the Bronze Saint lay as limp as a rag doll on the bed. Shaka greedily swallowed the thick honeydew fluid that filled his mouth then crawled forward and lowered himself atop the trembling boy, sprinkling soft kisses over Ikki's luminous face.

"Not a bad way to pass the time, ne?" Shaka whispered. "Listen...the rain is letting up."

The Phoenix Saint suddenly noticed Shaka's hardness pressed against his sweat-slicked abdomen. "Oh! We forgot about you!" Ikki observed sadly.

Shaka arose from the bed and held out a hand to Ikki. "Come on...let's take a shower," he smiled indecently. "I'll show you what a handful of soap bubbles can do!"