At first, Saga thought it a dream. Someone was kissing him, someone who was very skilled at using lips and tongue to arouse him fro***eep. It was not
Kanon, he knew that, but who could it be. The taste was clean, the lips soft and slightly larger than his own, and the way the tongue moved around his
mouth made him want to respond in kind. He did, and decided to open his eyes, to see blonde hair, golden eyes and a monobrow, which made him flinch back.
He no longer thought it was a dream, and with the confusion now cemented in the early-morning fuzz, he could not pull back from the mouth that continued
to plunder. He wanted to ask, ‘Why are you kissing me? I’m not Kanon,’ but could no more pull away than it seemed the other could stop. So he let go
of his inhibition and kissed back, thinking that his oh-so-sweet little brother was going to make them both pay dearly.
Was this his plan, or could he really not tell us apart?
He chuckled darkly into the mouth that would not let go.
***
Kanon shivered; he was cold. His hand automatically reached down to grab at the blanket, but could find no purchase. Slowly, he opened his eyes to see
that the blanket had been thrown to the end of the bed and that his entire body was exposed to the air of the temple. A sound, a suckling noise, diverted
his attention, causing him to turn his head to look at his brother. Upon seeing what befell them, his eyes opened wide, all sleep knocked instantly from
him. Right there, right before him, was the answer to his midnight wish, the thing that caused his heart to race and his sleeping cock to awaken. His
beautiful, wonderful, charming, enigmatic, thoughtful, sweet boyfriend, Rhadamanthys.
Eyes roamed from the top of the silky blonde hair, down to a perfectly formed bicep, then down the length of back he could see to the curve of an ass he
could barely see. Excitement thrummed through Kanon as he stared, so happy, so utterly happy that his wish had come true. For the previous night, as he
and Saga stared up at the stars, he made a secret birthday wish to the constellations to bring him the one he missed the most. It seemed someone, perhaps
Athena, was listening, and delivered the package right on the morning of his thirty-first birthday. A miracle in and of itself, one Kanon felt so
overjoyed at having, one he couldn’t wait to have. He stared, lost in memories of times they were together, of times he was held tightly by those strong
arms, times he was kissed so sweetly by those lips, that were. . .
Kissing. His. Brother.
What the ****?
He reached over with his left hand and slapped Rhadamanthys on the arm. The blonde and his brother parted lips and looked to him with smiles. “Why are
you kissing my brother?” asked Kanon.
At Saga’s chuckle, he slapped his brother in the arm then pointed. “And why are you enjoying it?”
Saga turned his head away. “He is a great kisser.”
“I would not know,” began Kanon, rising to his knees. “He has not kissed me.” He reached over his brother to grab Rhadamanthys’ shirt, pull him
close and lock their lips together. All the passion, love, need and want poured from his lips as he could feel the same being poured from the other. The
heat and friction of lips and tongue only spurned Kanon on; he never wanted to let go of these lips for as long as time allowed. But he did, when other
matters cut through his arousal.
Pulling back, he whispered, “You have not answered my question.”
Rhadamanthys smiled. “I could not tell you apart.”
“What? You could not tell me from my brother?”
“No. You are identical in every physical way.”
“I guess I should take that as a compliment.” Kanon pushed Rhadamanthys gently so that he had room to climb over Saga and off the bed. “Wait for us
here. Come Saga.” He grabbed his brother’s wrist and pulled him from the bed.
“Where are we going?” asked Saga with surprise.
“Bathroom,” was the terse reply.
“Make yourself at home, I guess.”
Kanon turned to see that Saga had addressed Rhadamanthys, so he tugged on the wrist he held. “Less talk, more walk. Don’t worry about my boyfriend; he
knows what to do.”
Kanon did not allow either of them to speak again, for he quickly pulled Saga into the washroom and slammed the door closed.
***

The sight before him made his dick so hard it hurt.
On the bed lay Rhadamanthys, fully naked, one hand gently teasing a large erection. Kanon watched rapt the way the fingertips brushed slowly down the
shaft, then moved lightly across the ball sacs to resume back up the shaft again and slowly tease the head. He moved his eyes slowly up the length of the
sexy body, watching how the stomach shuddered, how the strong chest heaved, and how the face was turned on its side so that it was facing his direction.
The cheeks were flushed, the eyes were closed and the mouth was open just enough to take in gasps of breath. It was the most erotic thing Kanon had seen
since returning to Sanctuary, and it made him realize with painful clarity just how much he missed this man.
Grabbing Saga by the wrist, he rushed to the bed, where he climbed on and, not saying a word, brought his face centimeters away from Rhadamanthys’. He
wanted this man and he wanted him now, but he would not disturb the trance-like state of the other’s masturbation. The shift in the air must have been
all that was needed for the Wyvern to open his eyes. Kanon saw the want, need, excitement and love reflected in those half-lidded orbs.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smile.
A shiver of pleasure raced up Kanon’s spine at the deep, sexy timbre of Rhadamanthys’ voice. “Yes,” he answered, “but I’d rather have that thing
inside me.”
“Mm.”
Kanon leaned down and pressed their lips together, thrusting out his tongue to meet its mate, kissing for all he was worth. He could have continued for
the rest of the day, like they had on many previous occasions, but his straining cock told him that kissing all day was not an option. When he pulled
back, he spent just a moment staring at his gorgeous boyfriend, before looking up at Saga.
“Saga. Come.”
Saga joined them on the bed; Kanon pushed him onto his back.
“Kanon? What are you doing?”
Kanon straddled his brother, deliciously rubbing their cocks together, then hooked his arms beneath Saga’s knees. “What does it look like I’m doing? I
’m going to **** you?”
“What, no foreplay?”
“Don’t need it.”
“What if I need it?”
“I. Don’t. Care.”
Rhadamanthys came up behind Kanon and ran hands over Kanon’s back. The younger Gemini pushed into those hands, then fell against a warm back while the
hands came to his chest. He moaned as he pushed back his ass, asking with his body what he wanted from the Spectre.
“Hey, wait a minute.” Saga’s voice cut through Kanon’s thoughts. “I’m the older one. Why am I the bottom?”
Kanon smiled down at his trapped brother. “You know us Gemini’s are always the bottom,” he replied. “Besides, do you really think I’d let him inside
you before me? The kiss was bad enough.”
Saga smiled. “Point taken.”
Kanon positioned himself at Saga’s entrance. “Take this point,” he said, and thrust inside in one fluid motion.


“Ah!” Saga cried out. His hands fisted the bed sheets.
It felt so good to be inside his brother, tight yet slick because of the preparation. He held himself as still as he could so that he could be filled,
and then they would begin.
“Um, shouldn’t I use some lube or something?” asked Rhadamanthys.
“No lube. You’re not that big,” answered Kanon with impatience.
“I’m bigger than you.”
“Touche.”
Kanon felt pressure only slightly before he was completely filled. He cried out sharply and would have fallen atop Saga if it weren’t for the arm
holding him up. Ah, so good, the sensation of being full, complete, like he was missing a piece of himself that only now was whole again, and it felt so
wonderfully, deliciously good. Tears sprang to his eyes, tears from a heart overflowing with love. By the gods he loved this man! And knowing
Rhadamanthys felt the same made their union all the more magical.
They began a rhythm, a cadence, of pushing in and pulling out, moving as one single unit instead of three separate bodies. The pleasure Kanon felt from
both ends was maddening, a sensation he had never felt before because this was his first threesome. He ran his hands frantic over Saga’s chest, rolling
taut nipples between forefinger and thumb, relishing the way the action made his brother moan. The other hand was wrapped backward around Rhadamanthys,
not only to keep himself steady but also because he wanted to touch his lover with a desperate ache. Touch and never let go. Force the man to crawl
inside him so that they could become one. If only he had that ability. Kanon groaned, and his boyfriend chuckled deeply.
“I love being so deep inside your tight body,” said Rhadamanthys in his sexy, low voice.
Kanon groaned again. “Your British accent is sooo sexy.”
Again a chuckle. “I know. That is why I speak to you while we make love.”
“Noooo,” Kanon whined. “Don’t talk to me. You’ll make me cum.”
“Oh, and that’s a bad thing?”
“Saga gets to cum first. He’s the eldest.”
Rhadamanthys chuckled again. “As you wish, my love.”
“Mmmm.” Kanon purred and leaned back against the strong chest. The hand that had been teasing Saga’s nipples now moved down to the unattended cock,
because Kanon knew that even though he wanted Saga to cum first, he was barely hanging on to his own orgasm. He wrapped his hand around the cock and
began to pump with vigor, just the way he knew Saga liked it. By the loud moan he received, he knew he was doing it right.
***

就是老提醒我说话太快需要喝茶……

发出来还真是艰难

Kanon’s hand was magic, but it wasn’t enough. Kanon’s dick was filling him completely, like it had when they ****ed in the past, but it wasn’t
enough. They, his brother and the Wyvern, were beautiful together, enough that if they were porn stars Saga would have already shot his load, but it wasn
’t enough. Watching Kanon so happily enthralled with a lover made Saga realize his own feelings. And while the pleasure ran rampant throughout his body,
it still was not enough.
Kanon had his head turned to the side to meet Rhadamanthys, but their mouths could not quite touch, so their tongues jutted out to meet in air and
battle. It was more like a dance than a battle, a much-perfected dance, and as beautiful as it was to watch, Saga could not bring himself to that height
of pleasure. He knew what would work, what always worked, and so he closed his eyes, and daydreamed. It was not Kanon filling him, but somebody else,
somebody whom he had loved for so many years, yet somebody who he knew he could never be with. Still, picturing him inside him, filling him, his hand on
Saga’s cock, his face peering above him with shimmering eyes filled with lust and love was enough to send the rolling waves of pleasure escalating. He
would lean down and ever so gently kiss Saga, then whisper those three sweet words that Saga longed to hear befall his lips. That would be all it took,
that was all it took, and Saga came in bright flashing waves of white light with his name buried on his lips, for he knew not to cry out another’s name,
especially when Kanon was already aware of Saga’s feelings. The loud cry he did make was wordless.
Saga slumped against the bed, legs still held by Kanon as Kanon continued to pound into him. His body tingled with orgasm afterglow as a languid smile
came to his lips. He watched Kanon’s and Rhadamanthys’ pace speed up, until his brother held still and came in a gushing wave of warmth into Saga’s
flesh. Not a moment later, the Spectre joined him, Kanon’s name whispered in a growl. Breathing heavily, they stilled for only a moment to lock lips,
then fell to the side, Kanon beside Saga, Rhadamanthys beside Kanon.
Though blissed with orgasm, Saga felt a bit disheartened. Knowing that he was without love while he could clearly feel the love that poured from the
other two made him not want to spend too much time lying in the bed. Besides, he wanted to give his brother as much time as he could to be alone with the
one Kanon loved. Saga looked down on himself, cum in trails on his chest and stomach, not to mention the juices that dripped from his backside.
“Ugh. I need to get cleaned up.”
Kanon threw a box of tissues that had been on the nightstand beside Kanon’s side of the bed, hitting Saga in the side. Saga grimaced at his brother.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” Kanon’s voice sounded sleepy and content. Rhadamanthys had his head pillowed on Kanon’s chest and was currently being pet.


was felt warm against his bare leg. He stared down with love.
“I wish I could stay here with you and never go back,” said Rhadamanthys.
Kanon chuckled. “The others are mistreating you?”
“Mistreat is hardly the word I would use.” There was bitterness in his voice. “The Butterfly said I am a complete idiot for wanting to be with you for
the rest of my life. Like that promiscuous fairy has any right to talk about my love life.”
Kanon chuckled again as he absently smoothed down his love’s hair. “Don’t let it get to you. They are just jealous.”
The laugh reverberated against Kanon’s legs. “Probably.” It was silent for a moment, the air still and calm. “I want to go back.”
“Mm?”
“I want to return to that place where it was just us, in that little house that was ours, with no one and nothing to stand between us, to live together,
to die together, but always be, together.”
Kanon smiled. “But we can’t. I do not know if we will make it if I try exploding the galaxies. I may end up killing us instead of sending us away.”
“Even if an eternity of death awaited us, I would be happy because I was with you.”
“Stop that or my heart will break.”
“It is the truth.” A kiss fell on the top of Kanon’s thigh.
Kanon opened his hand that was holding the ring and stared at it. Decision made, he tapped Rhadamanthys on the shoulder. “Get up.”
Slowly, the Wyvern rose and looked up at Kanon, each emotion naked in golden eyes. Kanon expected the reaction he received when he held out his hand with
the ring between forefinger and thumb: his love’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped. The eyes that had been holding nothing but a calm love now shone with
a hint of fear.
“You. . .do not accept?”
Kanon contained his expression to neutrality as he made a non-committal ‘mm’ noise and shook the ring once to indicate it should be taken. There was no
denying how sweet Rhadamanthys looked wearing an expression of pure heartbreak, as his trembling had reached out and plucked the ring gently from Kanon’
s fingers. Kanon secretly thrilled as those golden eyes glistened, but could not keep up the pretense any longer. With a giant smile, he held out his
left hand with spread fingers.
“Put it on me.”
Rhadamanthys’ eyes went from heartache to joy instantly, the flood of relief so evident it made him look like a different person. With a heavy sigh, his
head fell forward into Kanon’s lap. “You are cruel,” was mumbled into the skin.
Automatically, Kanon’s hand went to pet the blonde hair. “And you, my great Wyvern, have lost your self-confidence.”
Rhadamanthys lifted his head then, and, with great care, took Kanon’s left hand and slid the ring upon the ring finger. Kanon admired the way the metal
gleamed against his pale skin, then said, with a bit of amazement:
“It fits perfectly.”
“Of course it does. I sized your finger years ago. I was going to make you a ring out of wood, but once we returned I knew I had to make it from


Surplice.”
Kanon looked at the hands that were still holding his one. “You are not wearing yours,” he pouted.
Slow, as if he had all the time in the universe, Rhadamanthys returned to the pile of clothing and retrieved an exact duplicate of the ring he had given
Kanon, just slightly larger, and handed it to the Gemini. Their eyes met, exchanged a wealth of feelings that never needed to be spoken, and then the
hand was outstretched. Kanon wasted no time sliding the ring upon his love’s left ring finger. Hands interlocked, the rings gleamed in the light on
opposite sides. They were two as one, the way they had been for many years. Today, however, it was official.
“So our wedding anniversary will be the day of my birth?” asked Kanon.
“Easy to remember,” was Rhadamanthys’ response.
Kanon leaned forward and kissed his love on the lips. “Never doubt my love for you.”
Rhadamanthys stood, locked their lips, and pressed Kanon’s head to the pillow. The weight was familiar, wanted, enjoyed and loved. Kanon could not
imagine his life without this person, and held him tightly to convey those feelings.
“I love you, Kanon of Gemini,” said with gentle kisses.
Kanon’s entire body responded to the closeness, to the sound of the voice, to the heat, to the motions. If he could, he would, without hesitation,
without worry of punishment, send them back to the alternate universe where they first fell in love. All he needed was this man who loved him, and all he
wanted was to love this man eternally. Hands caressed a smooth back, the odd feeling of the new jewelry becoming more and more a part of him at each
passing second. He could not wait any longer. No matter that they just finished having a most intense lovemaking session, he wanted this man and he
wanted him now!
“Consummate our marriage, dear husband.”
Rhadamanthys looked down with an amused smile. “If I am the husband, does that make you the wife?”
Kanon faked irritation. “Of course it does. For one, I have longer hair, and two, I am always the bottom.”
The ‘husband’ chuckled. “Understood.”
“Good. Now **** me.”
Three: Greeting’s From a Dead Man
The air was crisp, the sun warm, as Saga stood at the entrance to the Gemini temple looking down at the temples below him, mind ablaze in thought. Scenes
from the past flashed before his vision, some good, some not-so-good, and with each scene he became increasingly envious that his younger brother had
been able to find somebody who accepted him without reservation. He could see the love between them, and while Kanon had found one to spend the rest of
his days with, the same could not be said for Saga, who knew that despite any feelings he may still be harboring, the one he wanted should never be his.
Their lives were never meant for anything but the protection of their goddess, but with the universe at peace, what more was there than to find that


hit it, the glass sparkled with flecks of color, much like an opal. Simple, yet beautiful, much like the gift-giver.
Aiolos took the necklace from the box and stepped behind Saga, draping the jewelry over the Gemini’s neck to attach at the back. “It’s a charm to ward
off evil,” he said with amusement.
“Very funny,” answered Saga, not amused in the slightest.
“I thought it was. So did Milo, Camus and my brother when I showed it to them. The only one who was not amused was Shura, but I guess that was okay all
things considered.”
Fingers brushed lightly against Saga’s neck where the rope was clasped. A tremor that was too pleasurable raced down his spine. Saga pulled away and
turned to face the one who used to be his best friend. The friendly, open expression on Aiolos’ face was almost enough to make Saga break down into
tears. How could he be so kind when everything that happened to his was all Saga’s fault?
“Why. . .?” began Saga, unsure of how to put his thoughts into words without sounding despondent.
Aiolos turned serious. He placed his hands on Saga’s upper arms and held tight. “Because no matter what happened in the past, that’s where it will
stay. By the good graces of Athena we have been given new life. I do not intend on suppressing my feelings simply because of what you did back then. I
have always cared for you, Saga, and I still do.” Hands moved from forearms to face. Saga started when his eyes were forced to meet Aiolos’. “I
forgave you a long time ago.”
Unable to pull away, Saga was brought forth to meet lips he had not tasted since he was thirteen. It was not the same as it was back then, finding that
all he wanted was to drown in the embrace that followed. The lips were soft, pliant, the taste minty with something indescribable, the scent heady,
manly, a combination that sent Saga’s head to spin and his body aching for more. The grip around him tightened. His brain decided to kick in then,
forcing him violently to remember that this was not a person he should be close to. This was a person he had hurt more than any other. This was his worst
betrayal. This was the heartache he should content with for the rest of his life.
With heavy hands and a heavier heart, Saga pushed himself away. “Aiolos. I’m sorry. I can’t.” A crazy desire came over him to have Aiolos either
punch him or rape him, but neither happened. The Sagittarius only smiled wide, which knifed Saga’s heart even deeper with agony.
“I will wait for you,” said Aiolos, soft but bold. “I know how corny that sounds, but it’s true. I will not give my heart to anyone but you. Thought,
” he smirked, “I cannot say the same for my body.”
Saga tried to smile at the obvious joke-that-was-not-really-a-joke, but could only muster a twist of lips that could in no way be considered a smile. His
stomach twisted as his heart burned, for he knew Aiolos spoke truth, a truth he did not deserve. A much as he wanted to forget what had been done and


forge a new destiny with this man, there had not been enough penance performed to rid him of the stain of his sin. Aiolos was too good for him; he
deserved nothing from one so good.
“I’ll see you tonight at the party,” said Aiolos. “Be sure to show off my present or I’ll think you don’t like it.” When his mouth widened into a
huge, toothy grin, Saga thought he looked as he did when they were children.
“I won’t take it off,” replied Saga, unthinking. When he realized what he said, he was struck by the truth in the statement. Deep in his heart he
cared for Aiolos, so he would never remove the thoughtful gift. Aiolos’ features softened with Saga’s response. They looked at each other for a silent
moment until Saga cleared his throat and turned away.
“Well, I’m off then.” Aiolos turned and began to walk back toward the Gemini temple. Just before disappearing into the temple, he turned back to Saga.
“Oh, and you guys were really loud this morning. Heard you all the way up at my temple. Makes for an interesting alarm clock.”
Saga felt his face turn scarlet, remembering the threesome he had just been a part of. Before he could utter a response in his defense, Aiolos winked at
him, then turned back into the Gemini temple. Once he disappeared, Saga felt the tension in his body dissipate slightly.
Turning his back on his temple, Saga took a deep breath and sighed. There was pain where the charm met his flesh, even though he knew it was all caused
by his mind. Aiolos was still as sweet and kind as he ever was, too willing to forgive any trespass against him no matter how grave. Perhaps he could
have accepted the other if he had not been treated so kindly right from the start. A couple of punches, maybe some horrible words, and then requests of
penance would have made Saga feel more at ease with Aiolos than the blatant display of kindness. Where this development would lead was anyone’s guess,
but Saga knew one thing for certain. His lips had not tingled so sweetly since he was thirteen, and they were likely to tingle just as badly in the
future. If there was one thing he knew of Aiolos, it was that he was persistent, and would not stop until he got what he wanted no matter how long it
took. The question for Saga was, how long would that be?
For how long can one deny their heart’s true desire?


还是先别继续了

而且我没有找到艾撒的H情节，果断放弃翻译……

比《现在就要》的尺度厉害点儿