Shura turned the oven off and pulled the fish out of it, setting it on the counter. He was pretty sure it should not be black. Not even a little bit.

"That doesn't look good," said Aioros behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"A very insightful comment, uh? What are you doing up? Go back to bed," said Shura, throwing a rag over the ruined fish to hide his failure. He turned around and pushed Aioros towards the kitchen door.

"I'm sick of being in bed," whined Aioros.

"Athena and Shion said at least a full month of rest."

"Oh, when Athena says I have to rest you obey, but when she says I have to die you don't?"

"What kind of comparison is that?!"

Aioros turned around and pushed Shura against the wall. "Don't ever do that again."

"Wha- Aioros what-?"

"Don't try to follow me into death. It makes me so angry. You chasing into death again and again. Stop. The only consolation I had in death was that you and Aioria did not have to suffer with me too."

Shura gritted his teeth and hit Aioros lightly on the chest. "I'm not letting you go again" he said. "If you don't want me to die with you then just focus on not dying. We can't come back anymore, remember?"

"I do remember that. But just…stay with me. Don't get hurt anymore," he said, and kissed him.

Shura felt his heart racing, and clung to Aioros' shirt as the kiss deepened. Aioros separated from him and Shura panted, out of breath, a tension all over his body as Aioros moved to kiss down the column of his throat.

"You need to go back to bed!" said Shura, trying to push him away. Aioros' hands lowered to encircle his waist, pulling him flush against his chest.

"Fine, let's go to the bed," whispered Aioros against his skin.

Shura's heart jumped and he felt his whole body grow hotter. "No! Just you!" he cried.

Aioros regarded him for a moment, staring at him with that same heavy stare that Shion had. "…You've been avoiding me for days. Ever since Aioria went back to Leo. What is it? Do you…not want me to touch you?"

"It's just weird," said Shura, feeling his face turn completely red. "Aren't you like fourteen?"

Aioros blinked, seemed to process his words, and started laughing in his face. Shura headbutted him. "What's so funny?!"

Aioros wiped a tear from his eye and struggled to stop laughing. "Shura I was just messing with you! I can't believe you really thought that I-"

Shura pinched his nose. "You came back such an annoying brat. Always messing with me!" he said, but his chest felt a lot lighter, and he let himself be pulled into the bedroom.

"Sorry, you're just so cute when you make that angry, shocked face, or when you're surprised…I just love to see all the expressions on your face," said Aioros, pushing Shura down on the bed.

Shura reached out and pulled him closer, wanting to kiss him more than he had ever wanted anything. Aioros leaned down, pressing against him and deepening the kiss, settling between Shura's parted legs. His hands roamed down Shura's sides, sneaking under his shirt to touch bare skin and Shura moaned at the feeling of their heat over his skin. Aioros separated and laughed.

"Ah, you're gonna have to lead me here," he said even as one of his hands slid under Shura's pants to grab as his ass which sent a shiver of desire down Shura's back straight to his groin. "I don't know what I'm doing."

Shura realized that, despite everything else, this really had to be the first time Aioros…

"Y-you're a…," he stuttered.

"You killed me before I could have sex, you could at least take the lead," joked Aioros, smiling and nipping at Shura's neck.

Shura facepalmed and pushed Aioros down so that he was now straddling him. Looking down at his flushed and panting face, feeling him growing hard between his legs, it all made Shura feel like an impatient virgin himself. He licked his lips.

"We need…," he said, looking around. But he didn't have anything like lube on him.

"On the bedside table," said Aioros, rubbing Shura's thighs.

"When did you get lube?"

"What's lube? Aphrodite just sent me a box, but I haven't opened it," said Aioros, his cheeks coloring red.

Shura reached to open the bedside drawer and found a green box with a pale pink bow and a card. It read: "For when you can put that body to good use".

"Aphrodite…," muttered Shura and tore off the bow. Inside he found the fanciest bottle of lube he had ever seen.

"Is that what you were looking for?" asked Aioros, trying to sit up. "Do we need anything else?"

Shura pushed him back down on the bed and took off his shirt. "That's all we need. Strip."

Aioros froze, his whole face turning red. Shura gave a smug smirk. It was nice to finally turn the tables on him and see him flustered and surprised for once. Shura reached for Aioros' shirt, tugging it off him. "Hurry, I want you inside me," said Shura, pulling at the waistband of Aioros' pants.

Aioros sat up and kissed him, his hands once more touching Shura anywhere he could. Chest, back, getting inside his pants. Shura moaned and Aioros deepened the kiss. Shura rubbed against him, wanting to feel the heat of his skin all over his body.

A loud tearing sound made Shura jerk to attention. He looked down and saw that Aioros had ripped his pants apart. He looked up at Aioros and blinked a couple times.

"Sorry, I got excited" said Aioros with a sheepish grin that said he wasn't sorry. He wasn't sorry at all.

Shura rolled his eyes, and realized he didn't care about his pants.

He laughed. He laughed, and laughed, and couldn't stop himself. He threw his arms around Aioros' neck and kissed him as he laughed. He kissed his lips, his cheeks, his nose.

"I've missed you so much, I've loved you so much," he said, not even realizing he was talking.

Aioros laughed and kissed his chest, right over Shura's heart. "I know. I'm here now. We're here now."

Shura nodded, threading his fingers through Aioros' curls. Even the smell of him was intoxicating him. He bit at Aioros' earlobe and whispered. "Now take off your pants, we've waited too long."

This time Aioros obeyed right away, and Shura used that moment to open the cap of the bottle that Aphrodite had sent them. A strong scent of musk and incense filled his nose, and he almost thought that it was actually a perfume, until he dipped two fingers inside and felt that it was indeed lube.

"What are you...I mean, what is that for?" asked Aioros.

Shura felt himself blushing in embarrassment again. Aioros' innocence made him feel exposed and embarrassed and hot all at the same time.

"It'll make it easier to open myself to you," said Shura, and reached behind himself to insert the first finger, still straddling Aioros.

He held on to Aioros' shoulder for support, hiding his face against his neck. He had done this so many times but having Aioros' eyes on him now felt like too much.

"Does it hurt?" asked Aioros, softly against Shura's hair, caressing his back.

"N-no, it's fine, I just...need a moment," said Shura, inserting another finger.

Aioros pulled his face up and kissed him, seeking entrance to Shura's mouth by licking his lips. Shura opened his mouth with a moan as he inserted another finger.

Once he thought he was open enough, he took some more of the lube and coated Aioros' dick. Aioros jerked under his touch, gasping for breath. Shura stroked him a couple times, enjoying the look of pleasure in his face, the way he moaned and whined under his touch. Even in his lewdest fantasies, Aioros hadn't looked this hot. Entranced in the pleasure, a panting, writhing mess under Shura's touch.

Shura pushed him down to lay down on the bed and positioned himself. Like this, with Aioros being so hot, he feared he would not last long.

"Shura?" asked Aioros, when Shura grabbed his dick and started descending on him.

"Let's…try to go slow," gasped Shura, feeling Aioros pushing inside him.

Aioros arched against him, pushing deeper and moaning. "Shura! Shura! Ah, it feels so good," he said, his bright eyes staring up at Shura with a devotion that made Shura's skin tingle with desire.

Shura braced himself and pushed down completely, taking Aioros down to the hilt and making him cry out in pleasure. He smirked at the sight of Aioros, mad with pleasure.

"You're so hot like this," whispered Shura, starting to move slowly up and down, enjoying the burn of Aioros length inside him.

Aioros whined, incapable of putting together words. Shura started moving faster, bracing against Aioros' muscular chest. Aioros' skin felt so hot under his hands. Everything about him was so hot, and so bright, and so alive. It gave Shura a headrush to think that he had him moaning and begging underneath him.

Aioros reached out to grab Shura's hips and started thrusting up into him. "Shura, I can't- I'm-!" he moaned and spilled himself inside Shura.

Shura braced himself, holding on to Aioros' shoulder as he felt the hot liquid inside himself. Aioros relaxed underneath him and Shura pulled away from him, feeling cum slip out of his entrance.

Aioros panted for breath. "Wow, that-" he said, then looked at Shura, and noticed that he hadn't come. He facepalmed. "That was too fast!"

Shura laughed. "It was not. It was your first time," he said.

"Sh-Shura, I'm sorry," said Aioros

Shura smiled and licked his lips. He looked at Aioros' mouth. It looked so delicious. He thought that maybe it wouldn't be too much for Aioros to try and take him into his mouth. Just the thought of it made him even harder.

"I know!" said Aioros, and spread his legs, pulling Shura between them. "You can do me now!"

Shura startled. "What? But that- that will be too much," said Shura.

"You don't want to?" asked Aioros, pulling him closer until Shura's dick was flush against his ass. Shura jerked and ground against him at the feel of him. "Ah, you do want to."

Shura swallowed. He didn't expect Aioros to agree to this until at least the third time they had sex, but it seemed like Aioros wanted to make up for the time lost.

"Are you sure?" still asked Shura, his hands trailing up and down Aioros' leg.

"Shura, I want to do it every single way with you," said Aioros, pulling him down for another open mouthed kiss.

Shura let him kiss him and trailed his hands up, grabbing at Aioros' ass. Aphrodite had been right. He was like a fantasy from some lewd romance novel. Still, Shura didn't want to be too harsh on him. After all, he had barely just recovered. Shura separated from him.

"Fine, but you haven't fully recovered-"

"Shura," whined Aioros.

Shura silenced him by covering his mouth with his hand. "No, Mr. Horny Virgin. We're not going that hard tonight. Now…Now lay on your stomach, it'll be easier on your body like that."

Aioros licked at Shura's hand. "But I can't see your face like that," he complained, pouting.

"We'll have many more nights to try any position you want," said Shura, pulling away and grabbing the bottle of lube.

Aioros pushed himself up and moved to lay on his hands and legs, shifting so that his arms hung over the edge of the foot of the bed. "And mornings, and afternoons, and evenings" he said, with a laugh.

"You really feel nothing about acting like a horny virgin," said Shura, smiling. There was something about Aioros' joy that felt contagious.

"It's your fault! I died too young. We'll have to make up for all the lost time," he said

Shura knelt behind Aioros. "Tell me if it hurts," he said, and introduced one finger into his entrance.

Aioros took a sharp intake of air. "It's…weird. But it doesn't hurt. And besides, I think I can take a little pain."

Shura grunted in annoyance. "No pain," he said, and slowly pushed another finger. He gulped at the feeling of heat inside Aioros, already imagining how delicious it would be to sink into that heat. Aioros would also surely be very thight. Shura grabbed his own dick and gave a couple strokes, seeing his fingers disappear into Aioros. He was trying to go slow, but he was just as needy and desperate as Aioros.

"Shura come on, it won't hurt," said Aioros, lowering his chest against the bed and spreading his legs even more. The muscles on his back moved in such a tempting way, Shura had already positioned against his entrance before he realized what he was doing. He snapped out of it and tried to focus.

"If it does hurt-" started Shura.

"Shura please, don't make me beg," said Aioros. "Or wait, you want me to beg? Shura, please, get inside me, pleeease."

"I-Idiot," muttered Shura, not wanting to show just how hot he found Aioros talking like that. He could feel his cheeks flushing at his words.

He pressed into him, moaning when he saw his dick disappearing into Aioros, and it took all of his considerable self control not to push in and sink into the heat of Aioros' body. He pushed in slowly, transfixed by the sight of Aioros taking him in. Aioros was much tighter than he had expected. Tight and hot, and Shura wanted to drive into him hard and fast.

He took a moment to regain his breath. "Aioros?" he asked. "Does it hurt? Can I move?"

Aioros moaned. "Fuck, Shura…you look so hot," he said.

Shura looked up, and saw Aioros staring at something ahead. Shura followed his line of sight and realized that they were positioned almost in front of the mirror hanging on the wall. Aioros had been staring at Shura all the time.

"Aioros, you-" muttered Shura, his face turning red.

"Move, shura, I want to feel you," said Aioros. "Fuck me hard"

"Y-you're supposed to be a virgin!"

Aioros laughed and stuck out his tongue at him. "Aphrodite left a bunch of erotic books for me to read while bedridden."

"I see…," said Shura, making a mental note to go burn down Aphrodite's romance novels collection as soon as possible. "Fine, then, as you wish."

Shura pulled out, then pushed in again, settling a rhythm that made Aioros gasp for breath even as he kept staring at Shura through the mirror. Then suddenly he jerks and cries out in pleasure, falling down against the bed. Shura smirks.

"I found it," he said, and focused on hitting that spot again.

"Ah! Shura, what is-?!" cried Aioros, grasping at the bedspread for anything to hold as Shura drove harder into him, faster. "Shura, I'm-I'm coming!"

Shura growled, grabbing Aioros' hips harder. His self control reaching an end, he pushed harder into Aioros, losing any rhythm, just grinding into him seeking completion.

Aioros moaned against the bed and came again, spilling himself and tightening so hard around Shura that he brought Shura over the edge with him.

Shura pulled our and laid down next to him, unable to move anymore.

"Aioros…," he whispered

Aioros started laughing. "Ahhh, this was much better than the books!"

Author's Comments:

Aioros: Aphrodite, I have need for your knowledge
Aphrodite: Hmmmm...You don't know how to use a phone yet, so…
Aioros: And I don't want to learn how to use one.
Aphrodite: Well, here are some books to educate yourself for when that body of yours can do something more interesting
Aioros: Yessss

Ta-Da! This fic is done! Thank you for reading and I hope you have enjoyed this. It was a bit more complex that I usually do and that brought its own set of problems with how I wanted to narrate the whole thing. In fact, I think this was one of the most complex fics I've written, not only because of the plot but also because of the challenge of narrating certain things like Deathmask's journey to find Aioros' soul, and all the fight scenes which are always a challenge for me.

Whenever I finish a fic, I always have to repeat to myself something that I heard once and that I've never forgotten. "Every story is the failure of a great idea" and I have to tell myself that about this fic too. I tried my best, but I feel like I still fell short of the emotions and narrative style that I wanted to have for this story.

When I plan my outlines (for the fics that have them, such as the multi chapter ones), I try to have a rhythm for the action. Something that drives the events of the story and that echoes in the reader's head. I felt like that was one of the weakest points in this story, because I just tried to have so much happening at once, where basically all the plot threads from the previous parts of Remade Anew came together at the battle with Aioros. But, with every stretch of our skills, we can get better, and I do feel like making this fic helped me see more of my weak points in my writing.

So I might try to re edit this fic later on when I have the chance. Try to polish it a bit and make things clearer. For now I'm working on the draft for another story that comes after this one and that will tie up a couple loose threads that are still remaining, such as Saga's point of view and what happens with Aioria after this and how he recovers. But that is still in the planning stage, so if you're interested, you'll have to be a bit patient with me now.

Thank you for reaching until the end, and I hope you have enjoyed this journey.
As always, I'm on twitter as alexdamien