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Present. Chapter 4 - Mid June 2021

“If I have to stop, you have to tell me now. Because if you let me continue this, Winged Victory, not even your Kamui could hold me back until I triumphed with you”

(TW: NSFW, smut, OC, CamusxOC, reference to MiloxCamus, HET couple, reference to HOMO couple, D/s, Dom!Camus, Diamond Dust with creative uses)

Nike’s surprise was even bigger when, a few days later, instead of Milo, she found herself in bed with Camus.

He went to pay her a visit, a habit he got after coming back to life, after finishing a new philosophy book. His mother, a professor at Sorbonne, would always recommend him the best ones, and he would always find them in Dégel’s library. Among the Gold Knights, he was by far the most intellectual one, in the western meaning of the term.

Nike, together with Saori, was the only inhabitant of the Sanctuary who had a normal life and education before her Cosmo awakening. She really enjoyed those conversations.

“Can I come in?” he asked on the side door. He always used that entrance when he came to visit her, to avoid having to go through the main Temple. Theoretically, to enter the thirteenth house, all the knights were obliged to wear their armor, in case Athena crossed their path. But Nike had removed that rule when people came to visit her informally. Especially considering Saori was rarely even there.

“Otherwise I would need to keep my Kamui on all the time” was her official justification.

“Hey Cam! Sure, come in! Are you hungry?”

“Comme toujours!” he exclaimed going in and sitting down at his usual place at her table.

“DeathMask just came back from his town in the middle of nowhere Sicily and brought back a ton of amazing things. You choose: sfincione or arancini?”

“Why do you say or?”

They both laughed out loud. One of the few perks of being Knights was that their Cosmo, together with the massive training they underwent for years, would burn everything.

“So what’s new this time? What did you just finish reading?” she asked while they were eating.

“I finally made it to the end of the Symposium”

“Ah yes I remember that. My philosophy teacher had me read it in grade eleven” she exclaimed, immediately regretting her words. Camus and the others had been stolen from their family when they were children to be trained. He couldn’t finish elementary school. Let alone high school.

“I’m sorry...”

“No worries. Anyways, I found it quite interesting when they said straight love can never be pure, because biology always takes over”

“Yeah I remember that part too. It's quite ironic if we think those words were written not far from where we are now, the only place on Earth where even straight love is purpose to itself” she added with a melancholic smile, referring to Athena’s law. More like a curse, really. They served the Goddess, and therefore her highest rank knights, presents included, where physically prevented from having children. Physically prevented from having someone in their life important enough to second guess their loyalty and their obedience. To orders, to tasks, or to wars. Traditionally they were also prevented from falling in love, but that rule was so stupid and inapplicable it had already been removed since Shion’s time. Nike had simply extended it to relationships among the knights.

“Come on, let’s move to the couch”

“But... we’ve always talked at the table” he replied taken by surprise. The couch? Like face to face less than a meter apart? Was he even allowed to be that close to her within those walls? With the risk of touching her by mistake?

“I know” she said sitting down.

“But I really don’t know why. Considering how much Saga must have paid for it, we might as well use it. It's way more comfortable”

Camus made a quick estimate in his mind and decided that deliberately refusing a direct invitation from a goddess would be way less respectful than accidentally touching her.

‘The circumstances have changes, but I've already had the occasion to touched her. Can't be that bad’ and he sat.

What he had not accounted for in his estimate was that in that moment, for the first time, maybe because he was so close to her, Nike’s beauty hit him all at once. Since coming back to Milo he hadn’t had women, but that didn’t mean he was insensitive to the beauty of a female body. And Nike’s, now that he finally was paying that much attention, could not be described with words. She was simply perfect.

‘Idiot, what are you, a teenager? Don't get ideas. You just came back to life, wanna get yourself killed again?’

“You and Milo” she began

“You are the perfect example of what the symposium is talking about”

“You are right, we are quite lucky”

“You had your share of pain and suffering”

“Me not as much. After all, all I did was dying. He's the one who had to live with my memory. Oh and speaking of which, thank you”

“For what?”

“For helping him during those though times”

“He told you?” she asked half panicked, half relieved at the idea of not having to keep the secret with him any longer.

‘That big Greek mouth, what did he spill? If he went around spilling I like to be needled during sex I'm gonna end him’

“Not in detail. He’s proud, and you know it. But he told me after Athena refused to let him go, without you he would have died of despair”

“We both needed it, you know? I missed you a ton too. I missed all of you” Nike said, gently resting her hand on his knee.

Camus realized that very moment it was the first time of his new life he touched her outside of training or some sort of special occasion. And the effect was undeniable. He wasn’t the Ice King he thought he was, considering he was seriously running the risk to lose control for a hand on a knee. But then again, considering who the hand belonged to... he turned around to look at her in the eye. He realized it was another first. Her face could have been sculpted by the gods themselves an any human would have done anything for it. It was the earthly manifestation of Victory itself. He wondered if Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships, could have been a previous incarnation.

‘If she decides to read my Cosmo I’m done. But she’s the one touching me. Can’t be that bad, can it? But my other ideas… better to nip them in the bud. Right?”

With no idea whatsoever of the consequences, Camus followed his impulse, something he had done only a handful of times before, for the very first time in his new life. He decided to cover Nike’s hand still on his knee with his own.

‘She didn’t recoil. And she’s still looking at me. What if, by chance, the feeling was mutual? This new life is a gift. We made a promise with Milo to sink out teeth in it as much as we can and live every minute to the fullest’

“Your skin is so hot” he said, finally breaking that deafening silence.

“It’s the Kamui. My Cosmo has been burning like a furnace since the minute I wore it. You should see me in battle”

“I did see you”

“I meant the other kind of battle, the kind you fight in bed”

“Then show me” he replied, using that very moment to steal a kiss.

She was not expecting it, but she had somehow always dreamt about it. As soon as she realized their lips were touching she let herself go to the moment, wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. He hugged her waist in return, and made that kiss as French as it could be.

It was so intense and deep it made her want to go further, significantly further. But something held her back. He was the first one to speak when he realized.

“My lady” he apologized leaving the couch to kneel down before her, just like he had done thousands of other times.

“Forgive my forwardness. Since I died, every moment of this new life is a precious gift and I followed my instinct and desire, with the impression you wanted me to. I can’t begin to imagine a suitable punishment”

“Come on get up and look at me. You know I hate this formality. That’s not why I hesitated. It’s Milo”

“Milo and I aren’t monogamous. Like I said, I don’t want to waste any second of this new miracle life” he added.

“And I want no regrets”

“What is it that you don’t wish to regret, beside kissing me?”

‘I’m already on my knees… and already in trouble… might as well’ he thought.

Slowly, without a word, he opened her legs and started kissing the inside of her knees. She didn’t reject him, quite the opposite, judging how she sighed at his touch. So he started slowly heading further up. It was quite evident Nike was wearing nothing under her slip. The access was extremely easy. Slow touches first, and growing intensity. Camus lost himself in a sensual French kiss with her pearl. She stabbed the couch fabric with her nails, overwhelmed by her senses. Gods, how good was he?

“Cam… Camus… if you keep going… you are gonna make me come”

Making the goddess of victory come. Quite the item the check off the list.

‘If touching her is forbidden, giving her a small death is my one way ticket to the big one. My third. But when am I ever gonna get another chance at this?’

He kept going. With the expected outcome.

He lifted his gaze towards Nike. She was staring at him with that expression he knew well in the women he had had.

But it was so not enough. She wanted more.

“Aquarius, take me to bed” she finally ordered.

“I’m at your orders”

They both got up and headed to the bedroom kissing, grabbing, holding, and losing all inhibitions and his shirt, a crazy old PSG jersey.

The back of her knees was already pressed against the bed when she hesitated again. He immediately let go of her body, despite how much he wanted her, and broke the kiss.

“If I have to stop, you have to tell me now. Because if you let me continue this, Winged Victory, not even your Kamui could hold me back until I triumphed with you”

“I have to be sure you want this as much as I do. Despite Milo”

“We have already talked about Milo. We have an agreement. Besides, it would be so different with you”

‘I know about your agreement with Milo even better than you. But…’

“I need to know you really want this”

He grabbed her right hand and put it on his heart. It was pounding out of his chest. He used his other hand to lift her chin to look into her eyes.

“Regarde-moi ! Selon toi ?”

There was no doubt.

“Et tu ? Qu’est-ce que tu veux ?”

She needed to hear nothing more. She finally surrendered, picking up the kiss where it had stopped and sinking her fingers in his blood red hair. He lost the few inhibitions he still was holding on to, mostly due to her rank and her status. He grabbed her ass, lifted her up and dropped her on the bed, finally losing his pants before joining her.

Nike hadn’t lied. The excitation that was leading them to sex had warmed her already boiling skin even further. Camus’s Cosmo was also on high, except his was cold. Very cold. Almost without thinking, he started emanating ice from his hands while he was using them to take off her slip. She shivered and moaned in pleasure.

“You like my ice?” he asked while kissing her neck.

“Seems like…”she replied practically breathless. It was quite the revelation for Camus. The fantasy he didn’t know he had started forming in his mind. He was cryokinetic, he could make ice out of nowhere. And she was so scorchingly, superhumanly hot. She was going to get some of his ice. His lips and his breath turned as cold as the winds of Siberia where he had trained for so many years while he picked up kissing her neck and lips. Then he moved south to her breasts, adding his hands to the party. Every freezing touch of his was welcomed by a moan of pleasure and relief from the fire that burned her from within. It was like playing with ice cubes on her skin, except he was the ice. And he was never going to melt.

The excitation of that game was going to his head, and Camus decided it was time to move past foreplay. It was time to get real. He grabbed her hands and yanked them over her head.

“Your Cosmo alone won’t be enough to melt my ice. If you want to break free you’ll have to summon the armbands of your Kamui.”

“Break free from what?” she barely asked before he froze her wrist solid to the headboard. Camus paused for a moment to verify he wasn’t going to far, but Nike didn’t protest. Quite the opposite, she was beguilingly smiling. He needed less. He climbed on top of her as hard as he could be and victory was finally his.

He hadn’t had sex with a woman since coming back to life in Asgard. He couldn’t deny he had missed a lot of things. The softness of her skin, her sensual curves, her generous breasts. But truly what he had missed the most was being in full control of what was happening during that moment. He could choose how to move, the rhythm to keep, the intensity of his thrusts, what to touch and what not. Every single moment he could decide whether to make her come or wait.

She liked this torture, this full surrender as much as he did. Camus thought the body of this woman, this goddess, would be any man’s dream. It was not just simply perfect under any point of view, made to be looked at, made to be touched. It was above all made to be fucked. As much as he already knew he was good at the job – he was French after all – he had never seen a woman respond with such intensity. He could see it from her face, her moans, her kisses. But mostly he could feel it from her Cosmo.

When he was finally satiated he decided to gift her the orgasm she was so close to. While climaxing yet again, Nike wrapped her legs around his waist so tight she left bruises on his skin. He was so constrained and she was so unbelievable. He could nothing but let himself go a few moments after, exploding in her like an Aurora Execution.

He freed her from his ice while still inside her, kissed her, and then dropped on his back beside her, exhausted yet ecstatic.

Then he realized.

“My third life is over isn’t it?”

“What? Why?”

“According to official protocol, I’m not even supposed to touch you. And I literally just came inside of you. After basically raping you and tying you to the bed. Not to mention earlier on the couch” he said mostly to himself, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

“I never gave a fuck about that stupid official rule. I can’t change it because Saori wants it enforced on herself. To keep Seiya at bay, I think. Besides, raped? You kidding? I consented more than once. And you gave me two mind-blowing orgasms. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you before, let alone now”

She hugged him and pecked his lips, reassuring him but also hitting the bruises she had left on his sides. He made a face.

“Nike I get it you are a platinum knight, but keep your strength under control”

“What do you mean?” she asked massaging her wrists to restart the blood flow. Camus pointed at his side.

“How the fuck am I supposed to explain these?”

She started genuinely laughing.

“Tell the truth. Say that it was me in training. Just don’t specify what type of training”

She extended her hand healing him instantly.

“I swear, next time I’m freezing your ankles too”

“Next time?”

“Humm… yeah I mean if you want it there to be a next time”

She lied on her side to admire him extending a hand on his sixpack.

“Camus, di you take a look at yourself? Of course I want to. But you put the bar quite high for yourself. From now on, you’ll always have to make me come as hard as you just did”

“Haha. I’ll do my best, I promise. And don’t you worry, we don’t have to use the ice at all in the future”

She gave him one of her resting bitch face stares.

“Cam, in your opinion, do I look like I have trouble getting laid?”

His only reply was checking her out head to toes and back, lingering on her perfect ass and boobs, and finishing back to her eyes. The emerald green was so intense to seem fake. Then he lifted and eyebrow.

“My point exactly. If I’m fucking you I’m expecting, no I’m demanding at least some ice” she said kissing him for the last time of the night.

While heading back to the eleventh house, Camus thought back to what had just happened at the thirteenth. He would have never ever imagined having sex with Nike in his life. Partly for her rank, but mostly because he could never hope for her to look at him that way. But he was even more surprised of that fantasy he had just turned into reality with her. Something he would have given anything he had and done everything he could to repeat over and over again. Playing with his ice, using it to restrain her movements, just the thought of it made him want to turn around for seconds. Why had he never thought of it before, with Milo for example? But no, that was never going to work. It was so different with Milo. Theirs was pure love, it was almost sacred what the had. Vanilla was already too much, especially after losing each other for that long. He would have never even imagined to use his ice on him. This is what their agreement was for. We fuck whomever we want and between us it’s pure love.

He fell asleep wondering if Milo had taken advantage of their agreement just yet. And with whom. Did he go past vanilla? And if yes, how? Actually, he’d rather not know.

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