Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

A/N—sorry it took so long to get this chapter up >< I was out of town for a while with no computer access!! *sniffles* Thank you for reading, and I really appreciate reviews ^^

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“Uh. . .I didn't think you meant that you wanted me to make a hot spring. . .,” Deathmask pouted, “let me guess. . .you are going to wear a towel. . .*sniffle*”

Camus sighed, “I’m debating about that. . .but. . .Deathmask, I have always had this fantasy. . .to be in a cozy warm hot spring while it is snowing outside. And since it is winter. . .I thought that maybe you could make my wish come true.”

Deathmask smiled, “then I shall make you the most beautiful hot spring you could ever imagine.”

Camus smiled, “thank you, oh kind beast.” Deathmask smirked as he conjured up a luxurious hot spring in the middle of the outdoor courtyard. The spring was surrounded by candlelight that made the snow glow, even though it was only midday. Maple trees with colorful leaves and smooth rocks surrounded the spring. The water glowed a pale blue thanks to the salts, sugars, and minerals in the water that would ensure a relaxing bath.

Deathmask grinned, “I think you are going to like it.” Camus smirked, “you didn’t add any aphrodisiac did you?”

Deathmask quirked his eyebrow, “damn. . .I should have now that you mention it. . .I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

Camus sighed, “well I’m glad you didn’t. I am going to change for the bath, I’ll meet you back at the castle entrance.” Camus headed upstairs and closed the door behind him. He was still in awe that the beast managed to create something out of thin air, he couldn’t wait to see what it looked like. He stripped his clothing off and placed a towel around his hips. He then covered himself in a long silky robe in a dark crimson color and put his hair up with two hair sticks.

He slipped on some zori slippers and headed back down to the castle entrance. Deathmask stood there waiting, wearing only a little towel around his waist. Camus smiled, “well I see you’re ready.”

Deathmask’s tail began to swish under the towel, there was something sensual about seeing Camus’s neck, and the way some tendrils of hair cascaded around his shoulders. Camus looked beautiful, and he was all his. . .well at least while they were in the bath.

Camus and Deathmask headed outside into the snow. The snowstorm had subsided slightly, and the snow was falling slowly, fluttering down like confetti. Camus smiled as he inhaled deeply. He loved the cold weather and the chilly nip in the air. He smiled as he noticed the snow sticking to Deathmask’s fur.

“Deathmask. . .are you cold?” Camus asked as he brushed some snow off of his fur. Deathmask shrugged, “I have a big fur coat you know, so not really, eheh. . .why? Are you cold?”

Camus smiled, “no. I love this weather. . .it’s just that you look like you are going for the scary, abominable snowman look.”

Deathmask looked down, sure enough the snow was sticking to him making him look like a large white fluffball. That’s not the look I want at all Deathmask pouted to himself. . .although it DID get Camus to touch him. He grinned at Camus, “Sooo you gonna clean me off?”

Camus smiled, “I don’t need to, it is just snow after all, it will melt when we enter the hot spring.” Deathmask pouted, “I see. . .I guess you have a point there. . .” Damn I really want some nice touchy time. Camus sighed, he knew what Deathmask wanted, but he just couldn’t get himself to do it.

Deathmask and Camus wandered over to the luscious hot spring. Camus’s eyes widened when he saw the beautiful maple trees, colorful even though it was winter, and the glow of the candlelight. Camus smiled, he could feel the spring’s warm aura and breathed in deeply. Deathmask smiled, he had wanted to see Camus happy, and there it was, the most radiant smile he had ever seen.

Deathmask had to hold his towel up since his tail was wagging so profusely that it was almost wagged off. Camus chuckled, “you don’t have to wear a towel if you don't want to Deathmask, besides you might want it for when you get out.

Deathmask grinned, “so you’re not gonna wear one either?” Camus smirked, “of course I am.” Camus slowly slid his robe off of his shoulders and Deathmask’s eyes could not leave the beautiful man before him, never had he seen such creamy and perfectly shaped shoulders, granted he hadn’t seen human shoulders in a really long time. Camus slid the entire robe off revealing a beautifully muscled torso and perfectly shaped thighs. Deathmask’s eyes wandered up and down, he couldn't care less about the little towel around Camus’s waist, all he could see was the epitome of beauty and sexiness.

Camus smiled, he saw that Deathmask was close to falling over from trying to stop his tail from wagging the towel off. Camus wandered over to the bath and slipped of his zori slippers and immersed his body in the hot, tingly water. The pale blue water caressed his body and it felt calming and energizing at the same time.

Deathmask looked at Camus’s eyes close as he slid in the water, his face looking like he was in pure bliss. Deathmask smiled, well at least in some weird way, he was pleasuring Camus. . .although he had hoped to pleasure him in a different sort of way. Deathmask chose to take his towel off and slid quickly into the spring before Camus opened his eyes. Although he didn't care of Camus saw him naked, he was afraid that all Camus would see was more of a beast if he were naked, the clothing was one of the few things that made him look human.

“Gods Camus. . .you are so beautiful. . .I got it! You are the beautiful maple tree and hot spring that radiates comfort, and I am the candles that highlight you!,” Deathmask grinned. Camus’s eyes shot open, “what? That one was lame too, Deathmask. *sigh* Your effort means a lot to me though. . .I wonder if Prince Angelo likes hot springs. . .do you know?

Deathmask looked away, “yeah. . .I bet he does. . .he’d probably like a hot spring if you were in it.” Camus blushed, “you really think. . .that he would like me?” Deathmask looked down, his tail swishing in the water, causing little bubbles and ripples to come up, “yeah. . .you’re beautiful Camus. . .I can’t imagine anyone not wanting you. . .You even put up with my horrible flirting.”

Camus chuckled, “I see. . .well your flirting is rather entertaining. You probably should just relax. . .you can be romantic you know. . .it’s just that when you try too hard it becomes horribly noticeable.

Deathmask smirked, “I see, well then my sexy boy, how about I give you a back massage?”

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Shaka moved his pieces thoughtfully. “So why doesn’t Deathmask just tell Camus he is Prince Angelo? It would be a lot simpler if he did that.”

Aiacos looked at the pieces and made a move, “well Shaka, he. . .he wants him to love him for who he is. . .not who he was. . .or the idea of a prince. . .”

Shaka’s eyes opened slightly, “Aiacos. . .his logic seems flawed, why not break the spell if there is a time limit, and then worry about the rest of those issues later?”

Aiacos looked at Shaka, he had a good point. . .the rose was wilting faster and faster. “Well Shaka, maybe you should give DM a speech. . .I don’t think he’ll listen to me,” Aiacos replied.

Shaka smirked, “you think he will listen to a man he just met this morning? I highly doubt that. But in any case, Camus is his only chance at becoming human again, correct?”

Aiacos smiled, “nope.”

Shaka looked at him, “oh?”

Aiacos grinned, “you are another chance! I mean if Camus doesn’t like him, and you know that he is cursed, maybe you two can fall for each other!”

Shaka rolled his eyes and moved a piece, “I am not the sort to fall in love with another quickly. In addition, he is not my type. . .he’s loud, obnoxious, he gets excited too easily, he tries too hard to impress. . .shall I keep going?”

Aiacos sighed, “well it was worth a shot.” Aiacos looked down with a smirk, “checkmate.”

Shaka’s eyes snapped open and he looked at the board. Never had he been checkmated this quickly, and most of the time he won. Aiacos smiled at him, “you look surprised.”

Shaka sighed, “not surprised, just a little uneasy.” Aiacos quirked an eyebrow, “uneasy? Why cuz I won, or because you didn’t see it coming?” Shaka smiled, “both.”

Aiacos grinned, “see told ya I was good at something.” Shaka looked at the pieces, “well. . .I would love to have a rematch sometime.” Aiacos smirked, “you want it right now don’t you.”

Shaka nodded. Aiacos chuckled, “alright alright.” Aiacos set up the board again, giving Shaka first move.

Shaka smiled, he never had met someone so oddly carefree, yet still able to concentrate and be manipulative.

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Argor sniffled, “Misty. . .do you think if I go into that hotspring, I’ll be cooked?” Misty nodded, “yeah, but you would make that hotspring become a nice crab soup.”

Argor glared at Misty, “hmph you are so mean. . .anyway, what can we do to get Camus to fall for the master? I can’t think of anything. . .I mean the master is trying so hard, but I don’t think Camus wants to move very quickly.”

Misty’s eyes lowered, “well think about it Argor, would you want to date a beast like that? I mean. . .yeah he’s cute for a beast and all, but he isn’t human in Camus’s eyes. Camus is probably secretly wishing that a sexy guy would come in and sweep him off his feet.”

Argor smirked, “Instead he has a beast, whose tail wags so fast that it will knock him off his feet. HAHAHAHAHA!” Misty chuckled, “very true. . .”

Argor and Misty warmed some towels by the fire for when Deathmask and Camus returned from the spring. Misty grinned and added some lightly scented fragrance into the fireplace. Argor looked at Misty, “I guess you are trying to add to the mood, huh?”

Misty nodded, “well it’s the least we can do to help him out. . .make the castle nice and clean and add aphrodisiac aromatherapy to the fireplace.”

Argor’s jaw dropped, “WHAT? You have that kind of stuff?” Argor looked at Misty dumbfounded. Misty smiled at Argor, “but of course, what makes you think I don’t?”

Argor pondered on that, “hmm. . .tough call. . .but anyway, why not add some stuff to the food, that should do it, right?” Misty grinned, “well getting horny and falling in love are two very different things. . .but hey if the master can get Camus horny, then maybe he’ll have less inhibitions, thus helping him to fall in love with him.”

Argor looked at Misty admirably, “wow, you really do think things through don’t you?” Misty grinned, “yup! Okay now for some nice seafood, that can be erotic right? And chocolate dipped strawberries!”

Argor watched Misty in awe, ready to do anything he asked.

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Milo smiled at Aioria, “So when do you think Camus will be coming back?” Aioria rolled his eyes, “well Milo it has only been ONE evening. . .it is a little odd to be asking that this early, don’t you think?”

Milo nodded, “well yeah. . .but like. . .I thought Camus would go in, ask his questions, then come back. . .but, well I get the sense that Camus cares for him deeply, so. . .”

Aioria nodded, “well. . .hopefully Camus will get all this figured out. . .besides we are warm and in a really nice cabin! We should enjoy this vacation.”

Milo grinned and pulled Aioria into a kiss, lightly nibbling and tugging his lower lip and ran his hands over his muscular back. Aioria blushed and pulled Milo close, “Milo. . .you are too sexy and cute for words. . .” Milo grinned and ran his fingers over his back, “oh? Really? Well then, prove it.” Aioria grinned and pushed Milo onto the big fluffy bed.

Kanon sighed as he heard some flirtatious banter in the next room. “Hey, Sorrento. . .is your brother really that infatuated with Aioria?”

Sorrento nodded, “yeah, he is. . .I know you like Milo. . .it must be hard to be in the same cabin as him, but not be with him. . .” Kanon nodded, “yeah. . .it is pretty hard. . .but I am glad that you keep me company. . .you are really really sweet you know.”

Sorrento blushed as pink as his eyes, “really? You think I’m sweet?” Kanon nodded, “I think you are sweet, sexy, and completely wonderful.”

Sorrento turned dark red, “I. . .I really like you too. . .but you always looked at my brother. . .” Kanon blushed, but he felt bad since he never even really noticed Milo’s brother. “Uh. . .well your brother was my first crush, hahaha, but you are definitely more my type. . .because you listen to me.”

Sorrento smiled, “I like listening to you. . .even your silly comments are adorable.” Kanon blushed and walked over to Sorrento, “well. . .you want to uh. . .hug?” Sorrento giggled, “oh? You want to hug me? I’d like that.”

Sorrento looked deep into Kanon’s eyes and reached his arms around his neck, pulling him close. Kanon blushed a light pink tone and pulled Sorrento into his arms, “yeah. . .I want to kiss you too. . .”

Sorrento giggled and pulled Kanon’s neck down and pressed his lips against Kanon’s and lightly ran his tongue against his. Kanon gasped and closed his eyes, tasting the light strawberry flavor of Sorrento’s mouth. “So yummy. . . .I want to drink you. . .,” Kanon whispered as he kissed him.

Sorrento blushed strawberry red, “you’re the yummy one. . .you taste so. . .mmmmmmmm. . . .” Kanon pulled away with a half lidded look to his eyes, “I. . .taste like what?” Sorrento looked into his eyes lustfully, “you taste like the most divine flavor that I have ever tasted. . .so delicious that no words could possibly define it.”

Kanon blushed, “you are so sexy. . .”

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Camus blushed at the comment about the massage. His neck was rather tense from sewing all night long to make Deathmask a plushie, and his eyes were a little sore too. He closed his eyes and nodded for the back massage.

Deathmask blushed and his tail acted as a little swishy propeller to get him to the other side of the spring. He retracted his claws and lightly ran the pads of his paws against Camus’s creamy peach back.

Camus lightly shivered as he felt the touch, the paws had a little friction to them and were very warm. He relished in the feeling of the amount of powerful strokes going on his back. He knew that the beast was not even using much of his strength, but the amount of pressure for him was perfect. “Oh. . .Deathmask. . .you feel amazing.”

Deathmask wanted to pounce Camus, here they were, both naked, in a warm hot spring with beautiful surroundings and trees and the snow falling. . .and he was touching him. “Ah. . .no. . .I just want to make sure that your back feels better,” Deathmask replied. Damn, he is so sexy and I am so damn disgusting this isn’t even funny. . .dang. . .I got him to say that I feel amazing though. . .Come on Cam!! Gimme an ‘I love you’ or something.

Camus leaned back against Deathmask and mewled at the neck massage he was now receiving. Deathmask wanted the day to be perfect, and he would not push Camus too far. He continued to rub his back gently until Camus’s eyes fluttered open.

“Deathmask. . .this is really nice. . .the water is so warm, the snow looks like little white feathers. . .the candles are glowing a beautiful pale light. . .the maple trees are very soothing. . .thank you so much. . .I feel really happy. Like the world could end, and it’s okay. . .,” Camus sighed happily as he relaxed against the beast’s chest.

Deathmask blushed as he felt Camus’s bare back again and he breathed slowly to calm himself down. He smiled at Camus and almost sneezed from getting a hair stick stuck in his nose. Great that would make me look so dorky, getting beast snot on Camus’s pretty hair ornaments, the beast thought as his scratched his nose.

“Well I hope the world doesn’t end. . .because you are part of it. . .and you make life worth living, Camus,” Deathmask blurted out hoping to get at least a smile back.

Camus smiled, “you are so corny. . .what would you like to do after the bath?”
Deathmask shrugged, “well we could go in and play some games with Aiacos and your step-brother. . .or we could. . .,” Deathmask looked down thinking, ‘well we could go get it on in the bedroom’ where is my brain?, “uh. . .we could. . .eat some more. . .or we can read another of those books you like. . .or something like that?”

Camus closed his eyes again, “well. . .I’d like to read you more of those fairy tales that you seem to like. . .” Camus sat up and pulled the towel around his waist before completely getting out of the spring, making it impossible for Deathmask to see anything. Damn. . .well at least Camus has talent at dressing with no good views for the voyeurs. . .not that I’m a voyeur. . .*sweatdrop.* Camus slipped his zori slippers back on and placed the crimson silk robe on, and smiled at Deathmask to help him out.

Deathmask grinned, “I can make it, haha, I don’t want to get you any wetter, besides you must be cold getting out of warm water like that into the snow.” Deathmask jumped out of the water plopping the towel on in the process then shook out his fur like a big Pomeranian puppy, fluffing his fur like a big fluffy dog. “Uh. . .you DID NOT see that, right?” Deathmask asked looking at the snow.

Camus chuckled, “well. . .no I am not cold since the spring is warming the air. . .and I don’t get cold too easily. . .and YES I did see that. And I thought you were cute.”

Deathmask pouted, “cute? Not sexy? Damn!” Camus rolled his eyes, “sorry, but yes, cute.” Deathmask ran over to hold Camus to walk him back into the palace, “Well. . . better than nothing, right?,” Deathmask grinned.

As they walked back into the palace a sweet aroma wafted around them. Argor and Misty peeked over to see if the two could smell the nice aphrodisiac. Camus smiled, “wow. . .it smells really nice in here. . .well I’ll meet you back down by the hearth with the books after I get changed.” Camus gave Deathmask a big hug before heading up and squeezed him tightly. Camus wondered when the beast had been so. . .exhilarating to be around as he head up the stairs to his room.

Deathmask smiled and wandered up to his room to change into a nice, warm, soft fleece shirt and some soft pants, with his tail wagging through the little hole Misty had sewn in. Deathmask ran and slid down the stairs to the fireplace and sat like a good puppy. Argor sighed and handed him one of the towels that he had warming near the hearth.

“Here you go Master, this will warm you right up,” Argor beamed, hoping that Camus would soon join him. “So what’s this new fragrance stuff you added, it smells pretty good,” Deathmask responded with a grin. Argor smiled, “well. . .uh. . .I call it the Misty blend. . .you know. . .to freshen up the castle.” Deathmask smiled, “well it smells good.”

Camus put on a warm sweater and a pair of light fleece black pants and pulled his hair into a ponytail. He wandered down the stairs, inhaling deeply. He headed over to the fireplace and received a nice warm fluffy towel from Argor before Argor headed back to the kitchen, “thank you kind Argor. . .Oh it is so nice and toasty warm. . .So, Deathmask, what book would you like me to read to you today?”

Shaka entered with a grin since he had won his rematch, “how about the book ‘beauty and the beast?’” Camus looked at his step-brother quizzically, “I haven’t read that one. . .sounds interesting.” Shaka looked at Aiacos who brought a copy of the book over, while Deathmask pouted. Deathmask had a bad feeling that Shaka knew exactly what was going on. Aiacos and Shaka relaxed around the hearth with large, soft throws to keep them all toasty.

Misty snickered in the kitchen, “well I got some romantic food ready to go. . .and the hearth is filled with some nice aphrodisiac. . .good thing neither of us are mammals, right Argor?” Argor nodded with a smirk, “you know Misty. . .Shaka and Aiacos are in there too.” Misty’s eyes stared at Argor in disbelief. “oh crap. . .”

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TBC. . . . . .