Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

Camus looked at the “Master” with disbelief, the monster WAS flirting with him. Camus started to get a weird feeling in his stomach, why would a beast like that want to flirt with a human. . .unless he wanted to have his way with him. Camus felt sick at the idea that a monster may be looking at him with the hopes that he might. . .ugh he had to get the idea out of his head. Camus shook his head slightly.

“Uh. . .are you having a seizure or something? I mean your eyes went all blank and now you are all shaky. . .” Deathmask asked with a confused look on his face. Camus shot him a glare, “if I were having a seizure it would be much different than this. . .anyway I was just thinking about my family. . .since I won’t be seeing them again.”

Deathmask wondered if that were really all Camus was thinking about, but he knew that Camus obviously loved his family because otherwise he would never had taken his father’s place. Deathmask sighed, “Look if you really miss your family that much, I have this really cool mirror that can show you whatever you want to see.” Camus looked at Deathmask quizzically, “do you mean it will show me my family as they are now, or do you mean it will show me them the way I want to see them, for example, would it show me them all healthy and happy because I want them to be so.”

Deathmask chuckled, “well it depends on how you ask the mirror. If you say that you want to see your family, it will show you them here and now. But if you say you want to see your family happy, then it will show you only that.”

Camus smiled at Deathmask, “then I would like to take you up on this offer. There is nothing I want more than to see my family again.”

Deathmask sighed, Camus just saw his father this afternoon. . .and only left his family that morning and he missed them this much already? This was going to be harder than he thought. “Tell you what Camus, let’s finish dinner, have some dessert and then I’ll show you the mirror.”
Camus began eating rather fast, “alright. . .well I’m done!”

Deathmask looked at Camus’s smirking face, “I see. . .*sweatdrop* Well how about dessert?” “Nah, I’m full, can I see the mirror now?” Camus replied.

Deathmask chuckled and got up from the table, “Alright, alright you win. I’ll go get the mirror even though you are still hungry, go ahead and eat while I get it.” Camus feigned a shocked look on his face, “of course I’m full.” Deathmask rolled his eyes as he left to retrieve the mirror.

Camus’s eyes sparkled after the beast left, and he reached for a pile of food and ate it very quickly. The beast then returned. “I guess I’ll have to wait for you to swallow before I had this over.” Camus shot a glare at Deathmask, how did he come back so quickly? Camus swallowed hard, but tried to make it look like a gulp of wine so as to not prove the beast right about him still being hungry. Deathmask smirked, “I’m not stupid, Camus.” Camus took his wine to wash down all of the yummy food he just ate.

Deathmask then handed the mirror to Camus. Camus smiled and asked the mirror to show him his family. Camus’s reflection in the mirror swirled and turned into his family packing up their house for the move. It looked as though nothing had changed, except that Camus was not in the picture. Camus sighed, he half wanted his family to be safe and happy, but another part of him wanted to feel needed. . .and as he looked in the mirror, he realized that he wasn’t.

Deathmask saw the twinge of sadness on Camus’s face and looked down, “you know. . .I bet they are just trying really hard to get over you by normalizing everything. . .yeah. . .that must be it!” Camus looked up at the beast, “you don’t have to try and cheer me up you know. . .besides whose fault is it that I can’t leave here?” Deathmask frowned, “Okay okay, you make a good point, but your dad stole something from me, and you are here to make amends for that, so really whose fault is it?” Camus sighed, the beast had a point, none of this would have happened if he had selected a gift from his father in the first place.

Camus sighed, “I suppose you have a good point as well. . .oh yeah. . . thank you for letting me see them.” Deathmask almost fell out of his chair; he was being thanked? “Oh uh. . .you are very welcome, oh sexy one.” Camus glared at him again, “stop calling me that, oh furry one.” Deathmask chuckled, “Alright alright, you won’t call me master, and I don’t like being called furry or hairy. . .*sigh* You want my name don’t you.” Camus smirked, “It took you long enough to notice that.” Deathmask smiled, “Aww come on, take it easy on me, I haven’t exactly had a lot of mental stimulation lately. . .sheesh. . .anyway, my name is Deathmask.”

Argor and Misty looked at each other, what the hell did the master mean by not having a lot of mental stimulation?

Camus gave Deathmask a blank look, “That’s your name? What kind of name is that? I mean I know you are a beast, but what did you do, let the people who fear you name you or what? Don’t you have a birth name?” Deathmask glared at his guest, “Hey that’s my name, are you saying my name is bad?” Deathmask then attempted to give Camus puppy eyes. Camus almost laughed due to the silly expression on Deathmask’s face, “it’s not that bad but. . .I think it sounds kind of. . .uh. . .creepy.” Deathmask appreciated Camus’s honesty, but he was a creepy beast after all, so it suited him just fine. Deathmask smirked, “So are you saying that my name is creepier than I am?” Camus chuckled, “why yes. I mean your name sounds like you are some pillaging killer, but your image is. . .well you look like a big puppy with your tail wagging like that.”

Deathmask’s face fell, a puppy? “Oh no, not something as weak as a puppy! Stupid tail!” Deathmask attempted to get it to stop wagging against the chair but it wagged nonetheless. Camus laughed, “well. . .you are only proving my point even more now.”

Deathmask grumbled, “okay okay. . .I get it. Anyway, what is for dessert?” Misty ran over with a pile of crepes suzette. The crepes had reduced orange glaze and orange cream that made them smell divine. There was also a hint of vanilla bean in them that gave them a warm, comforting fragrance. Deathmask looked at the food surprised, he hadn’t had Misty cook since the transformation, but the delicious buttery scent of the orange crepes filled his senses and it made him feel warm. Argor even nibbled on a few of these luscious crepes in the kitchen. Misty was pleased that everyone was so happy and even ate a crepe himself. He realized that he could still enjoy the complex flavors. . .maybe being around a man like Camus is what they needed to become human again, physically or not.

Deathmask tried his best to pick up a fork and finally managed to do so, he then used it to pick up a small bite of the crepe and lifted it to Camus’s lips to feed him. Camus quirked an eyebrow but still bit the luscious temptation in front of him. He then closed his eyes as he slowly enjoyed the delicious morsel. Deathmask smiled and whispered, “I like feeding you.” Camus wanted to retaliate by saying something about wanting to fatten him up to be eaten, but instead he decided against it. In reality Camus was becoming much more curious about why the beast was flirting with him in the first place.

Camus decided to test the waters a little bit, as he opened his mouth slowly, he said seductively, “then feed me.” Deathmask looked at those soft lips parting and he felt his cock starting to stir, he used every technique he could think of to quell the feelings that were stirring up in his body. He smiled, “why yes, mon cher,” he then used the fork to cover a piece of crepe with the orange glaze and whipped cream and purposely angled it into Camus’s mouth so that the cream would touch the side of his mouth.

Camus smirked, and ran his tongue over his lips to lap up all of the cream. Deathmask looked at that soft pink tongue and wanted to ravish him so badly. Camus looked at him with a coy look on his face, “why are you flirting with me, oh Master?” Deathmask, still dazed thinking about Camus’s warm, soft tongue, said “uh huh.” Camus quirked an eyebrow, “what?” Deathmask finally getting back to reality replied, “Uh. . .what was the question?”

“I asked, ‘why are you flirting with me?’,” Camus answered. Deathmask laughed, “Me? Flirt with you? Never! I don't flirt, you must be imagining things, HAHAHAHAH! Uh. . .anyway, I think I am going to go for a walk now, okay. . .I’ll see you later!” With that Deathmask bowed and left the dining room, with his tail wagging fervently. Camus smirked with a knowing look on his face. Although he had no interest to ever let a monster like that have his way with him, it was still fun to see him acting so forward, yet so shy.

Camus helped Misty and Argor with the dishes even though they insisted that Deathmask had enough magic to get those done for them. He also tucked Argor into his little bed, made from a little box that had a miniature door just for him. Argor never felt so cared for in his life, and fell asleep quickly.

Camus entered his room and changed out of his clothing. He didn’t mind walking around in the bikini briefs as long as he was alone. He put his hair into a ponytail and placed the snow crystal hair clip on his nightstand. He then grabbed the small bag he brought along and pulled out the crystal flower from his father and immediately placed it in a vase that he had found in the bathroom and filled it with water. He also pulled out Waddles the penguin and placed him on his bed. Camus debated if he should write in his journal, but decided against it. Since Misty already read his journal, he didn’t trust his housemates enough to not read the newer entries. Camus lied down in his large soft bed that was much too big for one person. He snuggled in the buttery soft sheets that were warm from the fire burning since he first arrived. He pulled up the fluffy and warm blankets that were softer than cotton and fell asleep quickly.

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The day after Camus left to the beast’s castle, Shion and his family moved to Port City to live with Douko. Saga and Kanon were both pleased when they heard that their best friends, Shura and Aioros, also decided to move to the Port City for more opportunities. Saga and Kanon met with their friends one evening at the local coffee house.

Saga frowned, “there must be some way we can save our brother from that wretched monster.” Aioros looked at Saga sadly, “Shura and I have been researching local castles and the like. . .supposedly this once powerful kingdom vanished a few years back. . .”

Kanon jumped, “do you think that could be the magic castle that my brother is at!?” Shura looked at Kanon solemnly, “well that is a possibility but you see. . .there is a reason why they call it the ‘vanished kingdom’. . .no one has seen it for years. Plus it is said that many thieves have attempted to find this kingdom to steal the goods, but none of them have ever found this kingdom. And it is also said that some people who went in search of it were never found again. . .”

Kanon looked down, “but. . .our father found this place, and Camus is there now, so it must exist.” Shura smiled, “you know that we will continue to help you find it, we just need a little more time to investigate more.” Kanon looked up at Shura with a smile, “you guys are really the best friends anyone could have.” Saga smiled at Aioros, “so Aioros. . .when are you and Shura going to tie the knot?” Shura almost spit out his cappuccino, and Aioros replied with a furrowed brow, “Shura hasn’t asked me anything of the sort yet.”

Kanon laughed, “aww Shura, come on now! You two have been dating for 8 years, don’t you think it is about time you two make it official?” “No kidding,” Aioros added. Shura closed his eyes, “it isn’t entirely out of the question, but, hey! Wait a sec. . .you guys just changed the topic. . .wasn’t the point of this get-together to figure out how to rescue Camus?”

Hyoga entered the café at the moment he heard his brother’s name, “so you guys ARE planning on saving Camus!” Saga and Kanon looked at each other with concern on their faces, they knew very well that Camus would kill them if they ever put Hyoga in harm’s way. Saga looked at his youngest brother, “well Hyoga. . .we are just trying to figure out where he is staying, so we could. . .uh. . .” Kanon finished the sentence for him, “so we could make sure he is being well cared for.” Hyoga looked at the twins suspiciously, “really? Well, why aren’t you guys letting me in on this, I want my brother to be safe too you know!”

Aioros looked at Hyoga and smiled, “Hyoga, you want to make Camus happy right?” Hyoga nodded. Aioros continued, “well then what would make him really happy is if you make sure that your father is safe and happy, especially now that he is with Douko.” Hyoga’s eyes widened, he remembered that Camus always watched out for their father, “Oh yeah! I should go check up on him!” With that Hyoga ran out to take on one of Camus’s responsibilities.

Shura smiled at his long time boyfriend, “wow. . .you are really good at that. I mean you got the kid to leave us alone AND feel like he is being useful.” Aioros gave Shura a grin, “well he just wants to feel needed, he is just as concerned as the rest of us.”

Saga and Kanon exchanged a grin and continued to work with Aioros and Shura to figure out more about the castle that had vanished.

As Hyoga ran home, he bumped into his new best friend, Shun. Shun was a beautiful teen, a year younger than Hyoga. He had emerald green hair and eyes that sparkled when the sun and moon shined on him. Shun smiled, “why are you running so fast, Hyoga?” Hyoga smiled back at Shun, “well I am going to check up on my father. . .that was something my brother was doing up until yesterday.” Shun giggled, “you know Hyoga, before yesterday, he didn’t have Sir Douko to er. . .check up on him, so I am sure that he is taking care of your brother’s old responsibilities.”

“You really think so? I guess if that is the case, then we could go have some tea or something,” Hyoga mentioned hopefully. Shun beamed at his blond friend, and the two went off to have tea and cookies.

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Shion sighed as Douko massaged his shoulders, “I miss my son so much Douko. . .I don’t know what to do.” Douko continued to rub his fiancé’s back, “well. . .I am sure we will think of something. It has only been a day since he has left. . .I am sure he is still alive and perhaps he is trying to come up with a way to return home.”

Shion knew that Camus was not the type to risk it. Camus would never want to endanger his father by leaving the beast’s lair. He knew his son was stubborn, but he felt so much remorse for letting his son take his place. He could barely live with himself with the current circumstances. The shear idea of that beast laying a hand on his son made his blood boil.

Douko noticed him tensing began to soothe him with his hands, “Shh. . .just relax Shion. . .” He then got up to bring his lover some tea. Shion smiled at Douko wishing that his son could also enjoy their new home.

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Camus had been in his castle for a few days, and Deathmask was already becoming inpatient. Camus was too seductive for his own good, and he was having problems resisting him. Camus was aware that Deathmask would drop anything he was doing to please him, and that fact alone pleased him.

“So Deathmask, what do you do around here for fun?” Camus asked as he ate his breakfast.

Deathmask hadn’t even thought about having fun in a long time. “Well whatever you wish for Camus. . .that’s what the magic is for, right?” Camus rolled his eyes, “well I suppose. . .so are you saying that if I wished for a huge library, you would create one?” Deathmask smirked, “Now that I can do!” He closed his eyes and conjured up a huge library that connected to the side of the east wing of the castle. Camus’s eyes lit up with excitement, “This is amazing. . .” he then ran to get into the library. Deathmask smiled, “HAHAHAHAH! I sure know how to please him!” Argor muffled a laugh, “Sure. . .although I think in this case he pleased himself. I mean he was the one who decided what to have you make.” Deathmask glared at the little crab for raining on his parade. “Well still, he’s happy about it.” Misty then joined in, “Well you know, Deathmask, if he has a library he is going to immerse himself in books and won’t even pay attention to you anymore.”

Deathmask’s jaw dropped, “you. . .you don’t really think that right? Oh shit!” He then ran up to the library to see if Camus was so into the books that he and the castle would totally slip his mind.

Camus was happily sitting in the library looking at several books that had quickly caught his interest. At least if he were stuck here for the rest of his life there were tons of books that he could read and enjoy. When Deathmask entered he almost started to laugh due to the worried look on the beast’s face and his tail swishing faster than he had ever seen before.

“Uh. . .” Deathmask recomposed himself, “Oh, just seeing if you liked the books.” Camus replied with a nod. Deathmask’s worst fear was beginning to come true! Camus was too immersed in the books to pay any attention to him. “Uh. . .hey Camus. . .would you read to me?” Yeah that’s it, the beast thought.

Camus smiled up at the beast, “I suppose so. . .what kind of books do you like?” Deathmask beamed and said, “Anything with lots of fighting and killing in it!” Camus frowned. Deathmask responded, “Uh. . .hahaha, just kidding. . .I like uh. . .books about uh. . . .I like fantasy books.” Camus looked down and noticed that four of the books he had initially picked up were all fantasy books, well the beast made a terrible liar, but he was quick to pick up on his likes. Camus sighed, “I suppose if you like fantasy books so much, I shan’t disappoint you.” Deathmask hoped that at least one of those fantasy books had some good hardcore sex scenes that he could use as innuendo with Camus.

“Come on then Deathmask, it is far too cold to read in this large library, let us go relax by the fire,” Camus said as he lightly grabbed his hand to pull him along. Deathmask’s tail started wagging uncontrollably at the feeling of the touch. Camus also felt a little shy as he felt the beast’s paw, there was something about it that felt so. . .human. . .and yet, not. He shook off the feeling and let go of his hand as they entered the parlor with the large hearth. He gathered the throws and blankets and created a little area for them to read the books. Deathmask smiled and grabbed a throw to put over them. Argor and Misty brought them both hot cocoa and sweets to eat as they read their story, and they too nestled into some blankets to hear Camus read.

Camus began to feel like he was with his family. Although the people were different, they seemed to rely on him the same way. He felt very happy that they all seemed to enjoy his company and the beast’s warm fur didn’t hurt either. He rested his head on the beast’s chest as he began to read the book called “Rapunzel.” Deathmask lighly played with Camus’s hair as he listened to the story. He relished in the light lavender fragrance that graced his teal locks. He love the way Camus read the story to him too, he did the character’s voices and made the story come to life. He did however get very angry at the witch who spoiled everyone’s happiness in the book and he equated the witch to Aphrodite. Man those fairy tale witches were really good at being evil.

As Camus continued to read, Deathmask nuzzled his cheek into his hair and sniffed his neck. Camus began to feel the warm air brushing against the flesh of his neck and shivered. He tilted his head up only to notice that Deathmask was closer than he initially thought.

TBC. . .

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A/N- Sorry again for such a short chapter! I am sure there are tons of grammatical problems, so just let me know via comment if there is something wrong >_< Thanks for reading! Gee I wonder what Camus will do now with a snuggly Deathmask O_O