Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

Camus ran his fingers along the man’s cheek, his cheek felt warm, but the man was shivering slightly. What are you doing sleeping in the dungeon? It wasn’t like the cell doors were locked. Camus wondered what the man had done to be sleeping in the dungeon, and if he was the prince. Maybe he was hiding from the beast, waiting to strike back. . .or perhaps Deathmask had scared him into staying in the dungeon through his own accord? Camus sighed; thinking in circles would not get him anywhere.

Aiacos’s face blushed slightly as Camus’s hands ran through his hair. He was still asleep, but he felt warmer and cozier than he did moments before. Aiacos instinctively cuddled closer to Camus.

Camus blushed at the man’s actions, and pulled him closer to warm him up. Was this the man that stole his virginity in his sleep? He chuckled to himself; Milo would never let him live that down.

He wanted to run upstairs to ask Deathmask who the man in the dungeon was, but he was hesitant. Maybe he was too scared to find out. Me? Scared? I have no reason to be. . .my big puppy boy upstairs doesn’t seem like the type to put someone in a dungeon and then leave it unlocked. Camus brushed the man’s hair over his ear and rocked him gently.

“Hey Camus? You down there?” Argor asked from the top of the stairs. Camus looked up with his heart racing, “yes Argor. . .um. . .can you come down here please, I have a question for you.” Argor yawned and began walking down the stairs, why would Camus be in the dungeon of all places?

“What is it Camu. . .eh?” Argor looked at the man in the cell. Camus looked at Argor confused, “Argor. . .I have a couple of questions actually. . .first, who is this man, and second, why is he in the dungeon considering you told me that I was the first human to come here. . .”

Argor looked at Aiacos dumbfounded, what was he doing there? “Uh. . .well. . .um. . .,” was all Argor could muster. Camus looked down at Argor with concern in his eyes, “Argor. . .what is it?” Argor sighed, “well Camus. . .you see. . .he. . .uh, well he is Prince Angelo’s cousin. Maybe he wanted to see his cousin, who moved out er. . .I guess over 6 years ago, since that was when we moved in. . .and he wound up sleeping in the dungeon, yup that must be it.”

Camus pulled Aiacos closer, “Argor. . .how do you know this is the prince’s cousin? You acted like you didn’t know anything about the prince earlier. . .” Argor gulped, “well you know. . .uh. . .hehehe. . .um. . .maybe I’ll go wake Deathmask up. . .” Camus sighed, “you do that. I’ll bring the prince’s cousin upstairs and get him some blankets.” Argor ran up, “sounds good, Camus.”

Argor zoomed as fast as a little crab could to Deathmask’s chamber, and knocked on the door. He heard a grumpy growl on the other side of the door, and took that as a ‘come in!’ “Deathmask! Camus was wandering the castle. . .,” Argor began. Deathmask rolled over and pulled his pillow over his eyes, “huh? So what. . .Camus can do what he likes, my castle is his castle.” Argor sighed, “well that’s good news because he wandered into the dungeon, and guess what? Aiacos was sleeping in one of the cells.”

Deathmask sat up very quickly, “huh? Aiacos is here. . .god I hope that Minos isn’t. . .” Argor grumbled, he was missing the point, “well there is no sign of Minos. . .you know considering Minos is Aiacos’s other cousin you would think you two would get along better. . .anyway, Camus saw Aiacos sleeping in the cell. . .I bet he is gonna think that you held Aiacos prisoner.”

Deathmask jumped out of bed, “oh shit.” Deathmask began running towards the corridor when a sleepy Misty blocked his way. “Master Deathmask. . .I don’t mind you running around naked, but please don’t do so in front of Camus,” Misty said with a yawn. Deathmask ran over to put on a large cozy bathrobe that Misty had sewn.

Camus wrapped the young man in a warm blanket and rested him near the hearth in the parlor. He placed the man’s head on his lap, and rocked him gently. Camus sighed when Deathmask entered the room; “I suppose the dungeons here must be impeccably comfortable for someone, especially the prince’s cousin to fall asleep in one.” Deathmask grinned, “the comfiest! Nothing better than a comfy dungeon don’t you think? HAHAHAH.”

Camus rolled his eyes, “if you all have no idea about the prince, then how did Argor know that this was his cousin. . .if in fact he is?” Deathmask looked down, “well. . .uh. . .Argor went to some duels and coliseum battles for fun. . .that’s where he saw your friend, Aioria. . .and way back before we moved here, he uh. . .he saw the prince and his cousin at the coliseum, yup. . .and this guy is definitely his cousin.”

Camus looked down, “I see. . .I wonder if he knows what became of the prince who lived here.” Deathmask looked down sadly, “well. . .it is possible, but. . .” Damn I really hope he doesn’t give me away when he wakes up. Camus rested Aiacos’s head on a pillow and got up. He walked over to Deathmask and wrapped his arms around his neck, “Deathmask. . .you are going to let him stay here aren’t you? He’s the prince’s family, and it’s likely he has nowhere to go. . .and in a way doesn’t he have more entitlement than anyone else to stay here?”

Deathmask sighed, he always loved his cousin, but Aiacos was close to Minos. . .who hated him to say the least. He looked at Camus, “well if it would make you happy. . .then sure, why not? But Camus. . . if I do let him stay. . .you’ll still spend time with me right?” Camus smiled, “of course Mr. Fuzzy, what makes you think I wouldn’t?” Deathmask grinned, “alright sexy boy, to see you smile like that. . .how would I say no?”

Aiacos yawned as he snuggled into his pillow, “huh? What?” He blinked and looked up to see Camus and Deathmask looking at him. “Uh. . .hi. . .Deathmask. . .how are you doing?,” Aiacos said with a yawn. Camus looked at Deathmask confused, how did this guy know who Deathmask was.

“Uh. . .wow. . .hey there. . .,” Aiacos smiled at Camus. Camus blushed, his eyes were a different color than the prince’s so maybe he was the princes cousin. Camus smiled, “hello there. Are you feeling alright? You were sleeping in the dungeon and we wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Aiacos blushed in embarrassment, “Oh. . .I um. . .hmm. . .I was really sleepy so I fell asleep in the dungeon.” Deathmask wanted to hit his head, was his cousin really that bad at coming up with a cohesive lie. . .er. . .story? “So Aiacos. . .since you are Angelo’s cousin, Camus mentioned that we should let you stay if you want. . .”

Aiacos looked at Deathmask confused, he was still very sleepy and wasn’t clear on why Deathmask would be referring to himself in the third person. “Uh. . .gee thanks DM. . .but uh. . .why wouldn’t you let me stay in the first place, ya big dummy?” Camus’s eyes widened, why would the prince’s cousin insult a beast? There was something odd about their interaction. “Sheesh Aiacos. . .of course you can stay, but what are you doing here?” Aiacos sighed, “well. . .uh. . .” he looked at Camus and remembered, Camus didn’t know that DM was Prince Angelo. “Oh uh. . .I came to see how you were. . .since you were so kind to uh. . .take care of the palace while my cousin was away. And uh. . .since we’re good friends, I thought it would be nice to see you.” Deathmask sighed; well his cousin was getting better at fibbing as he was becoming more coherent.

Aiacos looked at Camus, “well well, DM hasn’t introduced us yet, oh beautiful one. I hope that we can get to know each other better.” Camus blushed, “I would love to get to know you better, uh. . .Aiacos.” Aiacos kissed the back of Camus’s hand, “the pleasure is all mine, Camus.”

Deathmask wanted to whack his cousin; he could just see it, Aiacos would flirt with Camus and he would lose all hope of being with him. Camus smiled, “well then Deathmask, Aiacos, you both should be heading to bed, it is rather late.” Camus walked Aiacos to one of the guest bedrooms, “sweet dreams.” Aiacos smiled, “won’t you tuck me in?” Deathmask growled lowly and pouted. Camus smiled, “I would love to.” Camus walked into the room and tucked Aiacos into the bed. “Can I have a hug too?”

Camus rolled his eyes, no wonder Deathmask and Aiacos seemed to get along, both of them were so needy. Camus wondered if Prince Angelo was as needy. . .in his dream he was very needy. . .Camus blushed at the thought. Camus leaned down to give Aiacos a big hug. As he did so, Aiacos whispered, “DM is a really good guy. . .I think he loves you lots. . .you should give him a chance.” Camus blushed at the comment, and looked in Aiacos’s eyes quizzically as he sat up. Aiacos winked at him and snuggled into his pillow.

Deathmask was waiting at the door, he was not a happy beast. In fact, he felt rather jealous of his cousin getting Camus so close to him like that. Camus walked over to Deathmask, “shall I tuck you in too?” Deathmask’s jaw dropped, “Oh hell yeah!”

Camus smiled sweetly at him, “alright, let’s go to bed.” Camus walked Deathmask to his bedroom and opened the door, Camus had never been inside, but remembered it from looking into the mirror. Camus wandered inside and used the poker to liven the fire in the hearth to make the room extra toasty. He then fluffed up Deathmask’s pillow, and straightened up his bed.

Deathmask blushed, as much as a beast could, Camus was in his room, and wasn’t even acting weird about it. He was afraid that he would see that there were some drool marks on his pillow or that he could see little scratch marks on the furniture. Camus smiled, “alright Deathmask, your bed is ready to go.” Deathmask walked over to Camus, his tail swishing lightly, “thank you Camus. . .” Deathmask pulled Camus close for a hug, warming Camus’s body. Camus blushed, even though Deathmask was a beast, there was something so warm and comforting about him. Deathmask grinned, “I am gonna sleep well tonight!”

Camus quirked his eyebrow, “oh. . .why is that?” Deathmask looked very sneaky, “because. . .I kidnapped Waddles.” Deathmask pulled Waddles out of his large bathrobe’s pocket. Camus glared at Deathmask playfully, “Deathmask! First off he’s my penguin. . .and second. . .how did you know his name was Waddles?” Deathmask gave Camus a guilty look, “well. . .I kinda checked on you once while you were away. . .and I really missed you. . .and then your friend Milo mentioned Waddles. . .” Camus quirked his eyebrow again, “ohhhhh I see. . .well if it is any consolation, I checked up on you once too.” Deathmask’s tail resumed normal whipping motion, “REALLY!? Aww Cam, you do care!” Deathmask squeezed Camus gently and nuzzled him, during which time Camus snatched Waddles back. “Thank you very much oh Fuzzy one.”

Deathmask pouted, “now who am I gonna hold when I sleep?” Camus sighed, “well. . .what’s your favorite animal?” Deathmask thought about it thoroughly, “well. . .I like you. . .so you’re my favorite animal.” Camus grumbled, “gee thanks. . .” Deathmask grinned, “so you really gonna tuck me in?” Camus smiled, “alright alright. Lie down.” Deathmask got in the covers. Camus pulled the blankets over him and tucked him in, “get good sleep, Mr. Fuzzball.” Camus leaned over and hugged him. Deathmask was very happy to be lying down, blocking his tail from wagging him off the bed.

Camus gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, and blew out the candle next to his bed. He noticed the wilting dark red rose on his nightstand. It glowed eerily and seemed like a dark garnet that sparkled lightly. He looked at the beast who was already drifting off to sleep, there was something about a beast who treasures flowers, even those that are wilting that really made him seem like a good person.

Camus walked over to make sure that Argor and Misty were sleeping, and then returned to his room with Waddles. He placed Waddles on his bed and set his candle on the table. Camus walked over to the hearth and pulled out some material from his travel case. He wanted to make a little special something for Deathmask.

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Kanon grinned as he ate Sorrento’s delicious food, he could not stop eating. “You know what? You should open up a restaurant! And I would eat there everyday!” Sorrento blushed lightly, making his cheeks match his eyes, “that is very sweet, Kanon.” Aioria rolled his eyes at the corniness of it all. Milo grinned, he was happy to see Kanon flirting with his brother. Not only was it good for Kanon to start liking another guy, but his brother really needed an ego boost.

The four men sat at the table and ate to their heart’s content. Aioria smiled, “well guys, this has been a really fun trip so far, and this cabin is pretty cool. I guess we should thank Camus when he comes back. . .but do any of you know how long Camus will want to stay there?” Kanon shrugged as he ate another bite, “well *gulps the food* he said he had some questions about the prince who lived there. . .and since he is investigating. . .knowing him he won’t leave until he gets some answers.”

Milo nodded in agreement, “yeah. Camus will probably stay until he gets a better idea of what is going on. The whole situation is funny and you know how Camus will want to figure it all out.”

Sorrento chuckled, “you guys seem to know Camus really well. . .it is really nice to see that you all care about him this much. He has a lot of support, so that is probably why he was brave enough to return there.” Kanon smiled, “yup! Plus Camus said that the beast was pretty nice. . .he did give us this cabin.” “AND MY SAUCE!” Milo squealed like a little girl. “HAHAHA, oh Milo you sound like a girl,” Aioria laughed. “Oh shut up, if you got sauce, you would do it too,” Milo grinned. Aioria shrugged, “I am not so sure about that, but I guess I would be excited.”

Sorrento smiled, “So, Milo are you planning on sharing that sauce? We can use it to make some pasta tonight.” Milo shot a glare at his brother, “Oh hell no! I am gonna wait for Camus to come back first. Camus makes the best pastas and stuff, so only his is worthy of such a fine sauce.”

Kanon chuckled, “Hey Milo, what makes you think that sauce is so great anyway?” “Hmph, well that’s easy! Cuz Camus never approves of pasta sauces. . .this is the first one that made him go ‘WOW’,” Milo said with a grin. Aioria gasped, “Oh my goodness, this must be some kind of like. . .miracle sauce or something.”

Milo nodded, “I know.” Sorrento rolled his eyes, “alright alright, we’ll wait for Camus before breaking into that sauce. You might want to sleep with it Milo. You know, to make sure it’s safe.” “Ooooh good idea!” Milo smiled. Kanon and Sorrento looked at each other in disbelief. Aioria glared at Milo, “oh hell no! No sauce in the bed.”

Milo pouted, “you don’t want our time in bed to be saucy?” Aioria laughed at the pun, “you are so full of it.” Milo grinned, “full of what?” Aioria smirked, “full of $#*!” Milo smirked back, “aww I thought you were gonna say, full of you.”

Aioria turned bright red. Sorrento and Kanon laughed and exchanged glances, this was going to be a long camping trip.

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Shun smiled as Hyoga gave him a back massage. “Hyoga. . .your hands are so strong,” Shun blushed. Hyoga blushed back, “well you do so much hard work around here, Shun, I just wanted to make sure that you were feeling alright. You’re brother is so lucky to have you.” Shun smiled, “well your brothers are very lucky to have you. So Hyoga, do you miss Camus and Kanon?”
Hyoga smiled, “well yeah. . .I mean a camping trip would have been pretty fun, but hey, I get to spend more time with you.” Shun blushed again, “you are so sweet. . .Oh Hyoga. . .I better head back home. Ikki might get worried.”

Hyoga smirked, “well actually, I invited him over for dinner.” Shun smiled, “re. . .really!?” Hyoga smiled, “yup! And Ikki mentioned that he is having a friend come over too.” Shun grinned, “oh. . .is this Ikki’s special friend?” Hyoga blushed, “he has a special friend?” Shun sighed, “you are so silly Hyoga! I mean his boyfriend.”

Hyoga blushed in embarrassment, “Oh. . .I guess it could be.”

Shion entered the room, “hey boys, how are you both doing?” Hyoga glared at his dad, “father, I am trying to have alone time with Shun.” “OOH sorry! And here I thought we could have a family moment,” Shion pouted. “Father. . .pouting looks scary when you do it,” Hyoga said with a shocked look on his face.

“Sheesh. Alright alright, I’ll let you two love birds spend some ‘alone time’ together,” Shion smiled as he left to see Douko.

Saga smiled as he saw Hyoga and Shun sitting together near the fireplace. “Hey Mu. . .would you like to snuggle near the fireplace?” Mu grinned at Saga, “well since Hyoga and Shun are already in the living room area, why don’t we go to your room.” Saga blushed, “uh. . okay!”

Shaka sighed, there were too many couples in the household. First there was his father and Shion, which was a scary sight to see. Second was Hyoga and Shun. . .,which was a fluffy sight to see, and then there was his brother and Saga, which was a corny sight to see. And then Shun’s brother was going to come over with his ‘special someone.’ Shaka frowned, he wanted his own space, but everywhere he went someone was kissing or making out. “Father. . .may I join Camus and Kanon on their camping trip?,” Shaka asked with his eyes wide open. Douko hardly ever saw Shaka’s eyes, so he knew when he was serious.

Douko smiled, “alright Shaka, but please take care of yourself, there is a huge storm heading this way.” Shaka nodded, “I am well aware of that. I should be able to make it there quickly.”

Shaka quickly packed a bag of supplies and opened the door to leave. As he packed up his horse, he noticed that Ikki and his ‘special someone arrived.’ Ikki smiled, “hello there Shaka, this is Shiryu, my fiancé.” Shaka smiled, “it is a pleasure to meet you. I must be off, for I am planning to meet up with my new step-brothers.” Shiryu smiled, “it is a pleasure to meet you too Shaka.” Ikki smiled and walked with Shiryu inside to meet Shun and Hyoga.

Shaka sighed, “more love birds. . .now that I think about it. . .won’t Milo and Aioria making out too? Well perhaps Kanon and Sorrento aren’t a couple. . .right?” Shaka looked down. . .perhaps he should join Camus at the beast’s castle. That should be an interesting experience. Shaka smirked, “It should be pretty quiet there too. . .Camus had said there were no people there. . .hmm. . .sounds nice.” Shaka followed the path to the campsite and eventually noticed a cabin. “Hmm. . .that must be from the beast’s magic. . .” Shaka peeked in and sure enough Sorrento and Kanon were snuggling on the couch and Milo and Aioria were behind a closed door. . .but loud enough for anyone to know what they were doing.

Shaka frowned, he fed his horse at the stable, and continued down the path. He closed his eyes and meditated for a few moments to get a grasp of where the castle could be. He used all of his senses but sight and eventually found the gate.

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Camus grinned, he was done. Why he made it, he had no clue, but he knew it would make Deathmask happy. Camus quickly ran up to Deathmask’s room early the next morning, and placed a little Chibi-Camus plushie under the beast’s arm. Deathmask immediately hugged it with a big grin. Camus smiled, “there you go Mr. Fuzzball, a stuffie of your favorite. . er. . .animal.”

Deathmask’s eyes fluttered open, “huh? What?” Hey Camus have you been standing there all night? Did you get any sleep?” Camus laughed, he was standing in the same place when Deathmask fell asleep. “Of course I slept silly. . .I just wanted to give you a stuffie of your favorite animal. . .to help you sleep.”

Deathmask looked at what he was cuddling. His eyes rounded and he gave Camus the biggest puppy eyes he could muster so early in the morning, “I love you. This is the best gift ever!”

Camus blushed, “are you really in love with me Deathmask?”

Deathmask smirked, “damn right!”

Camus sighed, “well if that’s the case. . .”

Deathmask prepared himself for Camus to say that he was leaving, or that he was grossed out.

“. . .then you better take me on some nice dates,” Camus said.

Deathmask’s tail wagged so profusely that he nearly fell out of the bed, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH yeah!!!!!!!”

Camus laughed at Deathmask’s mini howl, “alright now, you get ready and brush your teeth, and such. I’ll make you breakfast.”

Deathmask nodded happily and jumped over Camus to get to the bathroom to brush his teeth, sliding on the floor like a puppy running for his food in the process. Camus hit his head with his palm and chuckled. Great a man and his large dog. . .

Aiacos slept very well. As he woke up he realized what his goal should be: get Camus to fall in love with Deathmask. He began humming his own tune, which he added words to as he wandered into the Argor and Misty’s quarters. “Go on and Kiss the Cam, woo woo,” Aiacos began singing as he woke up the two servants.” Argor sighed, when would the cruel entry of other fairy tales end.

Argor and Misty began prepping breakfast for Camus and Camus was gathering various ingredients. Aiacos decided to talk with Deathmask to learn more about Camus. As the morning was running smoothly, Shaka pushed the front doors of the castle open.

TBC. . . .
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