To Aurea
Dare
Athena had finally returned to Sanctuary. She had also come to her senses and had brought all her fallen saints back to life. It had been during this period of adjustment, that many things had changed, and given that same moment of peace, love had begun to grow within Sanctuary’s boundaries. Unnoticed, as if it were a ghost, love had touched people’s hearts, and had started to blossom in them, bringing along with it, the most unexpected couples.
Leo Aioria and Aquarius Camus among them. It had not been a surprise, though. They had been friends once, and now after many an evening spent together, they had become closer and one day they woke up being lovers.
However, what did take everyone aback was the relationship that arose between Scorpio Milo and Ophiucus Shaina. No one would have ever imagined such a thing happening, yet everyone celebrated the union.
If you ask me, it was fine. Sanctuary seemed a new place. Joy, love, friendship, flourished everywhere, making everyone feel happy. It was for these kinds of things that fighting was worthy and made sense. Once experienced, they all knew they would do their best to keep it.
Nevertheless, time passed—Chronos, don’t laugh!—and it withered things to the point in which the same love that had once been born in the saints’ hearts, began to change for some.
Fights, misunderstandings, and jealousy began to grow also and one day, the relationship between Aioria and Camus ended. Don’t ask me, my friends, for I couldn’t ask them; Aioria avoided me and Camus gave me an icy look that made my blood freeze. So I didn’t ask, but I did see them cursing their fate for it had ended. Yet Camus—oh how painful this is to remember—found consolation in someone else’s arms. Aioria found out—my poor Aioria saw him sharing another’s bed and he closed his heart to all pain. He didn’t listen to Camus’ explanations. It was a rebound thing had meant to say; something he had used to realize there was still love in his heart. Aioria simply turned his back on Camus.
I saw it, fellows. I witnessed it, if that’s your concern, old folks. And this I also saw.
It was nightfall when Aioria went to Milo’s temple. It was a hot summer night; the spirit was high for Sanctuary had been celebrating another year since Athena’s return. The place had been full of noise due to the festivities and everyone had been drinking and feasting.
Aioria and Milo, though, had ended in the House of the latter, the wine pots scattered around the sitting room and their laughter filling the place. When Shaina arrived at the place, she smiled, which lifted the men’s hearts even more and Aioria dared to ask why she had accepted Athena’s words as to not using the mask anymore. Milo responded, though. “I want everyone to envy me,” he said, lifting his goblet of wine to make a toast on behalf of his beloved. Aioria could notice Shaina softly blushing, which caused him to sympathise with the woman—and as Milo had told him he wished, Aioria envied him. It was the kind of thing he wished for himself and had had once and was now gone.
“Milo,” Aioria said, moving on his seat. He knew what he wanted to say. The idea has just popped out in his head and needed immediate response. Milo turned to look at his friend, still holding Shaina in his arms, “do you remember when we were children and we used to play daring each other to do dangerous things?”
Milo laughed, nodding, walking with Shaina to the nearest seat. “Of course I remember, Kitten. We got each other in trouble too many times because of that. Why do you ask?”
“I dare you, then.”
“To do what, Aioria?”
Aioria poured the rest of his wine into his mouth enjoying the bittersweet flavour; “Actually,” he began to say, “I dare you both.”
Shaina had been quietly listening to them, to the way things were between Aioria and Milo. The way they behaved. The way they saw each other. “What is it that you want, Leo?” she asked, uncertain of wanting to know the answer.
“I want to spend an evening with you two.” Aioria finally said.
* * *
Milo felt lost in the care he was being given. Shaina had been touching him with expertise. However, it’d been when Aioria had touched him, that he felt he had lost sense of himself. The man wasn’t sure whether it had been the warmth Aioria emanated or Shaina’s delicate touch; he had just known he felt himself aroused to his limits. He felt almost as if he were dying when Aioria and Shaina met their lips against his member.
I remember seeing Milo blushing, while panting and gasping in pleasure. Milo let himself go, releasing his semen freely. He panted again, realising Aioria and Shaina were merely kissing, cleaning each other’s mouths. However, he also noticed Aioria looking at him while kissing Shaina. Milo joined their kiss regardless.
Shaina understood what they wanted and moved aside for a moment, caressing herself while watching Milo on top of Aioria, kissing and touching him, while Leo closed his eyes, enjoying the attention he was receiving. But then, Shaina touched him, making him moan with pleasure.
Outside, it had begun to rain, I remember. The raindrops were releasing Sanctuary from the usual heat. Summer rain, how I loved it that night. The place became so cool, it became even more enjoyable. Especially inside the Eighth Temple, where no one noticed what was happening outside. So absorbed into what they were doing. In Milo thrusting into Shaina, while Aioria thrusted into Milo. In the new bond created between them. Oh yes, I witnessed it. Every time they moved, I saw it…and envied them.
Shaina could not distinguish what she had felt with each man. Nor could Milo and much less Aioria. His expectations had been fulfilled beyond his imagination. The things which had seemed to be beyond all hope, beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, for his proposal had not been an easy one to even contemplate, had actually come to pass. Aioria had not dared to touch Shaina at first, but it had been her hand, guided by Milo’s what had showed him a new way of pleasure. Lust had driven to play a childhood trick; but it was now, the wonderful feeling he had experienced, that made him desire that it would never end.
He might never know why the others had accepted, yet he did know it had been their acceptance that had overwhelmed him the most.
Milo was still kissing Shaina when Aioria turned to look at them. So much love and devotion that they had shared with him; he didn’t want to interrupt before leaving the room.
“Aioria!” he heard the woman’s voice behind him, a couple of seconds before he left the temple. Leo turned, noticing Milo back in the bed, half-sitting, waiting for Shaina.
“Yes, Shaina?”
“I dare you, Aioria.” The woman said, still holding the sheets against her body.
“You dare me? To what?”
“To return to us.” She finished.
If he returned, you ask me—Sorry, folks, that’ll make another story, and someone awaits me now.
Ariadne, March 15, 2006