Silent Rain.
“Speak to me!”
“I cannot!”
Aioros turned enraged and walked out of the temple. Saga on the other hand, stayed there, watching him walking away—from him.
How could he not go far away? Saga knew it was to happen anytime soon, one way or the other. There was neither escape, nor turning point for him. Something inside of him was changing, was wrong—terribly wrong.
Yet, Gemini went after Sagittarius.
“Rosu, please, listen, I—”
“You what, Saga? Love me? I know that. Trust me, I do.” The man turned to see him and walked to him, taking his face in his hands, “I know all that. It’s that which you don’t say that I want to know.”
Saga remained silent, not able to speak any further. His latest encounters with Kanon, his twin, had led to very unpleasant discoveries about himself. He had seen the darkness growing within. His own weaknesses had taken a still blurred shape before his eyes. The image was there, but there was also a name, Aioros’.
“You see? There’s no point in us seeing each other—”
“Would you shut yourself up for a second, Rosu?”
Sagitta looked at him with surprise. Saga had never made him shut before—unless he wanted something else coming out his lips. However, at that moment, Aioros thought necessary to speak about what was happening between them. Saga’s silence was like a dagger deep in his heart. The man remained silently watching the other’s expression.
Behind Saga’s eyes, Aioros saw nothing but despair. Such a deep sadness, that he could not bare the sight of it. It was then when he closed the distance between them and held Saga in his arms.
Timidly, Saga raised his arms and embraced his lover. All the prior moments, seemed to have vanished just by the touch of their bodies.
Sooner than they thought, they were back inside. In the main bedroom. Saga had no recollection whatsoever of a moment like that one. Aioros’ body encountered his in a dance that although they knew well, had a brand new meaning. Gemini could feel Aioros’ hands touching his body more strongly than ever before. It was as if the other were angry, yet, he let him do; almost forcing him to do it stronger.
Aioros bit his neck and earlobe. Kissed him so as to relieve the slight pain he had just inflicted. Then bit him again, his nipples and chest this time.
Gemini could not hold his ecstasy much longer and let himself go to the feeling. His body releasing itself in white gushes of pleasure which Aioros savoured hastily. Wanting him ready once more.
Within, Saga was fighting, though. The shadow of his nightmares was finally taking a definite shape. One of grey hair and reddish eyes, which showed him his own reflection. That very shadow, he knew, wanted to swallow Aioros.
‘He’ll never be yours.’ He said to the shadow, while a moan came out of his lips—Rosu…
‘He is already’ it answered.
‘No!’ but words did not come out his lips this time, but tears from his eyes. For while he answered to the shadow, Aioros thrusted into him and he could not tell what sensation was more powerful; the anger against his opponent or the joy of becoming one with the one he so loved.
“Why are you crying?”
“Sorry, Rosu…I’m…”
Aioros understood when saw Saga doubting so much to answer. When the other had called him ‘Rosu’ it had sounded so painful that his own soul ached.
“Stop crying, my love.” Aioros said sweetly, “it’s raining outside, let Hellas cry your tears.”
It was at that moment that Saga took notice of the sounds of the drops hitting his temple’s marble. Aioros thrusted again, and his tears went dry. In his mind, Aioros took him away from the shadow. As quick as the blink of an eye, his foe was gone.
The rain was clearer for him now. It was a blessing for his sorrow. Yes, Hellas could cry for him and Rosu would be his peace.
A bad feeling remained in Aioros’ heart, nonetheless. Saga was calmer now, was giving himself to him and his gasps and pants were telling him, he was enjoying it. But it was now Rosu’s time to cry—silently.
Acknowledging he had lost against Saga’s secret.
Ariadne, 2005