Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

A/N-Awwww thank you so much Yamikiwi! Hurray for my first review! I really appreciate you wonderful comments and I do have some plans for Shun and Hyoga—they are just too cute together. I see that you have some fics with Mu and Shaka, I can’t wait to read those ^_^
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Camus tilted his neck a little bit more to see if Deathmask would take the cue, sure enough the moment he tilted his neck, Deathmask moved in closer savoring the scent of his lavender fragranced neck. Camus lifted his fingers and poked Deathmask on the nose, “Bad dog; no getting drool on me.” Deathmask pouted, “First off, I am not drooling, and second, I ain’t a dog.” Camus placed the book on the blanket, “yet your tail is wagging profusely, puppy-boy.”

Deathmask looked behind him to see that sure enough his tail was still wagging, this tail problem was one of the cruelest aspects of the cursed enchantment. He sighed, “Well Camus. . .I guess you are right about the tail problem, but I am NOT a puppy. I am a ferocious beast!” Camus gave Deathmask a blank look and repeated, “you mean a ferocious puppy?” Deathmask nodded, “Yes a ferocious puppy. . .er. . .NO! A ferocious beast.” He grumbled as he realized that he just said the opposite of what he was arguing about. Camus smiled, “Sure, puppy, sure.” Deathmask glared in defeat and nuzzled against Camus’s hair, “Can you continue the story now? I wanna know how they defeat that mean old witch at the end.”

Camus sighed, “I see that you have no sense of personal space do you?” Deathmask leaned against Camus, “nope. None.” Camus leaned closer into Deathmask’s chest, “at least your warm, because if you weren’t, I would not let you so close to me.” Deathmask grinned, “then I hope the weather never gets warm.” Camus smirked, “will you ever stop flirting with me?” Deathmask pulled Camus closer, “well I already told you that I don’t flirt. . .but if I were, I wouldn’t have plans for stopping.” Camus rolled his eyes as he said sarcastically, “sure you’re not flirting.” Deathmask smiled, “glad we came to an agreement on that. Soooo what is happening next for the poor maiden trapped in a tower?” Camus took a sip of his hot cocoa, opened the book and continued to read the story.

After they finished the book, Argor and Misty were fast asleep on the couch. Camus pulled away from Deathmask and placed a warm blanket on the two helpful servants. After getting up, he realized just how warm the beast’s fur had been, he was already getting shivers even though the fire in the hearth was burning brightly. He looked out the windows and saw that there was a huge snowstorm. Camus typically loved the cold, and he truly enjoyed being in the snow. Although he was born in France, it was his dream to spend some time in Siberia where he could truly experience the ice caps and cold weather. He had no idea why he felt so cold, since he was never cold. He looked at Deathmask who was still all bundled up in the warm throws and blankets and looking at the next story Camus had for the fantasy line-up. Camus smiled and lifted the blankets lying against the beast again.

Okay, so I am lying next to a ferocious beast. . .I mean puppy, to keep warm. . .he isn’t really ferocious at all. He is kinda wimpy really. . .I mean his tail is still swishing, albeit more slowly, and he listens to pretty much anything I say. I wonder why my father felt that this beast was a real threat. He seems like a big softy. I suppose he has different sides to himself, but I hope I never see the side that my father saw.

Deathmask smiled as Camus leaned into him, he knew that Camus was likely only doing so to keep warm, but it was way better than nothing. Deathmask’s eyes softened and he began lightly massaging Camus’s shoulder with his paw, while pulling Camus closer into his chest.

Camus reached up to scratch the beast’s ears, he figured that he may as well see if he really did have control. Deathmask’s eyes became lidded and if he could purr, he would. He felt so much comfort in the small act, he had no human contact before Camus, and the feeling of his hand on him made him feel reenergized. Deathmask pulled Camus closer and inhaled deeply, taking in more of the light lavender fragrance. Gods if he were human, he would do anything in the world to seduce Camus right then and there. But since he was a beast he also knew better than to think that Camus would ever want him. All he could do was enjoy the little contact they had, and hope that Camus would one day fall in love with him.

Camus smirked as he scratched the beast’s ears with his perfectly manicured nails, lightly grazing his fingers over the soft fur. He wondered how a beast with few manners could be so sweet? Did he just think sweet? Nah, the beast was just trying to worm his way into his heart so he would end up as his play toy, but Camus would make sure that he was always in control. He tilted his head up as he continued to scratch his ears and noticed that the beast looked completely calm and happy. Camus wondered how he never noticed how needy this beast was, like a puppy who needed lots of care. He smiled at the idea of this beast playing fetch and always wanting to please his master. Camus smirked again at the idea of being the beast’s master, and not vice versa.

Deathmask relished in the feeling of Camus’s fingers and held him close, “Camus. . .are you happy?” Camus sighed, “I’d be happier if I were free and with my family. . .but, I can’t say that I am unhappy. You have all tried very hard to please me. Why is that? Why do you care about my happiness?”

Deathmask gulped, he couldn’t just tell him that he wanted to break a curse, that would only lessen his chances with Camus. “Well. . .you are our new member of the family, so of course we want you to be happy,” Deathmask commented. Camus sighed, “But I had a family already. . .I didn’t need another one, besides you don’t normally threaten people into joining your family.” Deathmask frowned slightly, “But. . .there was no other way to get someone to want to be here. . .and you willinging came here without a threat.”

Camus looked down, “well in a way there was a threat, I mean I was threatened by the loss of my father. That is worse than a threat on my own life.” Deathmask felt a twinge of guilt. He didn’t want Camus to feel this way, but he also wanted Camus to stay. “Well. . .I apologize for the circumstances. But I want you to know that this castle and those in it have seen no happiness before you came. You are like a beacon of light,” Deathmask said trying to sound like an eloquent prince. Argor lifted one eye open and immediately rolled it, oh boy that sounded cliché and stupid at the same time, his master really lost it. Camus wanted to laugh seeing a beast trying so hard to come up with something to say that it turned out corny. He was sure at this point that Deathmask would only survive in the fluffy greeting card business.

Camus replied, “I appreciate your apology, but that does little to change the circumstances.” Deathmask pulled him in closer and asked him, “what can I do to make the circumstances more appealing to you?” Camus placed the book down, “I suppose you could give me my freedom, so I could see my family again.” Deathmask gave a low growl, “if I did that then you would surely leave and never return.”

Camus placed a hand on Deathmask’s paw, “family members don’t abandon each other, the sooner you learn that the better. You are not holding Misty and Argor here captive, right? And yet they are here to support you.” Deathmask furrowed his eyebrows, “while that is true, unlike you they have no where else to go.” Camus gave Deathmask a soothing look, “But even if they did, they would return to you.” Deathmask smiled, “are you saying that if I let you free to visit your family, you would return?”

Camus didn’t know how to answer that question, he wanted to return to his family, to live there and please them, but abandoning the beast would be cruel. Then again the beast should not have captured him in the first place over a single flower. Deathmask frowned, “Oh boy. . .you’re not answering me, I am a little afraid now.” Camus sighed, “do you mean return to live here or return to visit?” Deathmask held his breath, “I was thinking the former.”

Camus replied, “if you can be kind enough to let me go home, I will return at the time you specify. If I do not then you can always come after me.” Deathmask pondered on that idea. He wanted Camus to want to be with him of his own volition, but he wasn’t ready to let him leave yet. Camus still didn’t know him that well and getting Camus to fall in love with him would take more time. Then again, maybe a selfless act like letting him return home and trusting him to return would increase his chances of Camus falling for him. “Can I think about it Camus?” Camus smiled at the idea that Deathmask did not immediately say no. “Of course you can. . .it is for me after all, I mean that is one thing that would truly pleasure me,” Camus replied seductively.

Oh no. . .Camus was talking about being pleasured? Granted it was completely out of context, but Deathmask could not resist the idea from popping in his head. He pulled Camus very close and whispered, “I can think of other ways to pleasure you and keep your body satisfied.” Camus glared at Deathmask, “I don’t care as long as you only think it, but not act on it.” Deathmask pouted, nothing would please him more than taking Camus then and there.

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Hyoga and Shun sat at their usual café and drank some warm tea. Hyoga looked up at Shun, “Hey Shun, my brothers are trying to figure out a way to save Camus. . .and they are not letting me help out. . .do you have any ideas on what I can do?” Shun held Hyoga’s hand, “Well ever since you guys moved in with Sir Douko, it seems like many of his chores have been taken over by his staff. You haven’t even had to cook lately, right? So taking on his roles won’t do much good either. . .well my brother, Ikki is an amazing hunter. Maybe he has heard of such a beast.”

Hyoga’s eyes widened, “really!? Think we could ask him soon? I really want to save my brother, who knows what dark and untoward purposes that beast is using Camus for. I am afraid to even think about it.” Shun soothed Hyoga and gently rubbed his back, “He’ll be okay Hyoga, Camus is a very strong man. . .after all, he’s related to you.” Shun blushed and smiled at Hyoga. “You always know how to make me feel better, Shun.”

Shun then got up from his seat, “well then, let’s head over to my house and ask my brother.” Hyoga grinned and followed Shun out the door.

Hyoga and Shun got to Shun’s house within minutes and immediately searched for his older brother.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Ikki asked with a yawn. Ikki was only two years older than Shun, but he was the primary caregiver and provider for the family. He was working two jobs and maintaining the household. Shun looked at Ikki with concern in his eyes, “We are trying to figure out a way to save Hyoga’s brother, Camus.” Ikki sighed, “Okay tell me about the circumstances and what is going on.”

Hyoga told Ikki the whole story about his father getting lost and hitting his head, him taking the flower from an enchanted castle, and how Camus took their father’s place. Ikki looked hard at Hyoga, “I have heard stories of a large, ferocious beast that some have passed by in the forest. Although I have also heard that he only tends to hunt animals, but not people. . .I wonder if it is the same monster you are talking about.” Shun handed Ikki a cup of tea and lit a fire in the fireplace. Ikki smiled, “if you want, I can ask around the hunting guild about a beast that looks the way you described.”

“Thank you so much! I only have the description my father mentioned, but I can’t imagine him being that far off. I really appreciate it,” Hyoga smiled. Ikki nodded and began sipping his tea, “oh. . .and if you are thinking of dating my little brother, you better suck up to me big time.” Hyoga blushed profusely at the comment and was at a loss for words. Shun also blushed and became shaky in stirring the meat he was stewing. Ikki laughed, “I see that you both are really nervous about the idea, hahaha, or maybe your guys aren’t interested in each other.” Hyoga gathered up some courage, “of course I am interested in Shun. . .uh. . .I mean, Shun is very interesting!” “Sure,” Ikki replied. Shun blushed, “I. . .I would love to date you, Hyoga.” Hyoga’s stomach felt like it lifted off the ground, “You would!?! Uh. . .COOL!! I would love to date you too.”

Ikki rolled his eyes, the fluffy interactions between his brother and friend were making him feel a little nauseated. “I’m going to lie down for a while, let me know when dinner is ready,” with that Ikki left to lie down. Shun and Hyoga gazed into each other’s eyes and their cheeks turned tomato red. “Uh. . .I better return home. . .,” Hyoga sighed as he looked at the clock. “I understand. . .,” Shun wrapped his arms around Hyoga’s neck and gave him a big hug before he left.

The next morning Saga and Kanon heard word that Hyoga got the hunting guild involved in their pursuit of finding their brother. Saga smiled, “Nice job Hyoga! Now we can finally gather more information. Aioros and Shura are already interviewing the guild. Kanon and I are going to work on gathering information too. Aioros felt really silly for not thinking of it earlier, especially since his brother Aioria is part of the guild.” Hyoga smiled, at least he could help a little bit.

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Camus smiled as Deathmask attempted to cook him some of his “famous” pasta sauce. Camus wondered how it could possibly be “famous” if the only ones who have ever tried it are Deathmask, Misty and Argor. But he supposed that among them it was famous, so he wasn’t so far off. Camus also wanted to ask Deathmask how the hell an animal like him, who prefers fresh meat, would ever want to learn how to make pasta sauce.

Deathmask smiled as he used his talons to slice up have the vegetables he put in the pot. “I hope you washed your paws first,” Camus smirked. “But don’t you want the earthy taste of. . .er. . .yes I washed my hands, mother,” Deathmask stuck his tongue out. “Good, now since you are making the sauce, how about I make some fresh homemade capellini?” Deathmask wanted to kiss the man then and there, Camus knew that capellini was the perfect pasta to go with this texture of sauce. Even if he didn’t have to win the love of another, he would want to marry Camus just for his prowess in the kitchen.

Deathmask smiled, “I would love some fresh capellini!” Camus smirked, “So how would a beast like you know about different textures and shapes of pasta?” Deathmask gulped, “Um. . .I am a well cultured beast.” “Sure you are. . .,” Camus quirked an eyebrow. Deathmask grinned and continued preparing the sauce with Misty’s help. Argor helped Camus roll out the noodles and use a wire cutter to cut the fine strands. “I am afraid that the noodles are going to be crab flavored,” Misty giggled.

Argor glared at Misty, “Hmph, well that is much better than he sauce tasting like a lizard.” Misty smirked, he knew he deserved the comment. Camus giggled, “Um. . .Argor. . .you are covered with flour.” Misty laughed, “Just right for the frying.” Argor sneezed into a towel and sniffled, “I just need a bath.” Misty continued giggling, “in some nice HOT water, that will lock in the juices.” Argor glared at Misty, “at least I am juicy and tasty, always have been, always will be.” Misty smiled, he had dated Argor before. . .and boy he was definitely tasty in the bedroom, but he would never let Argor know that,

Deathmask and Camus shared a look and a laugh at Argor and Misty’s little argument. When the pasta and sauce were both ready they mixed them together and added lots of cheese on top. “You know Camus, you are like the delicate and delicious pasta, and I am like the robust sauce. . .and together we uh. . .we taste better with cheese? Oh that did not come out well,” Deathmask grumbled. “Okay now you are sounding CHEESY, Deathmask,” Camus rolled his eyes. “Okay, you are the bread and I am the garlic, and together we make delicious garlic bread,” Deathmask smiled thinking he salvaged the already old innuendo. Camus gave Deathmask a deadpan look, “Deathmask. . .your analogies are not getting any better.” Deathmask sighed with his tail wagging, “well I tried.”

Camus smiled, he knew that Deathmask was trying very hard to flirt with him. He decided to make him feel a little better, “well you get an ‘A’ for effort.” Camus then leaned up and kissed him lightly on his cheek. Deathmask’s tail wagged faster than ever before, “oooh you just made me the happiest beast in the whole universe!!!!!!! Now I can die happy.” Camus smiled, “well. . .I think you are one of the only beasts in the whole universe. . .and no dying until after we finish eating and wash the dishes.” Deathmask’s tail continued to wag and he sat up like a good puppy. “Wow, I guess I’ll have you trained in no time. . .can you do tricks?,” Camus asked with a smile.

Deathmask glared at him playfully, “Hey, at least I’m housebroken. And yeah, I can do LOTS of tricks, hehe.”

Camus rolled his eyes again, maybe he didn’t want to know.

After dinner the castle members went to bed early. Deathmask lied in his bed wondering about Camus’s earlier proposal. He was falling for Camus, hard, and he knew that it was only fair to let Camus go. He only wished that Camus would return to him.

Camus lied down in his bed comfortably and held onto Waddles. He then drifted off to sleep. The next morning he heard a knock on his door. “Come in,” Camus replied with a yawn. Deathmask entered his chamber with a tray of freshly squeezed orange juice, sausages, eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jam, ham, and potatoes. “Rise and shine, sexy boy,” Deathmask beamed. Camus’s eyes widened, “Thank you very much! Okay what’s the catch?” Deathmask feigned being hurt, “Aww there is no catch silly. . .okay okay. . .I made my decision. . .I. . .I’ll let you be free.” Camus looked up at Deathmask in slight disbelief, “Are you sure?” Deathmask nodded slowly, “I want you to be happy Camus. . .and you made it clear that nothing could make you happier than to be free.”

Camus gave Deathmask a warm smile and placed the tray on his table. He then reached up and gave Deathmask the biggest hug he could and squeezed him tightly. If Deathmask’s face weren’t covered with fur, he would have been bright red, here was Camus in nothing but bikini briefs holding him.

Camus ate his breakfasts quickly and gathered his personal belongings, “Oh. . .Deathmask. . .how would I come back? I mean this place vanishes right?” Deathmask smiled, “here, take this.” Deathmask placed a platinum ring on his finger that had a beautiful teal jewel in the center. “When you want to return, just hold the ring and tell it that you want to return here.” Camus looked at the ring intently, “thank you so much!” Deathmask smiled and handed him an enchanted mirror, “take this too, that way you can always look back on us.” Deathmask watched as Camus took a horse from the stables and headed to Port City.

Argor looked down, “I understand, Master. . .it really sucks though.” Misty’s eyes began to tear, “I guess we won’t be human again huh.” Deathmask sighed and returned to the highest tower of the palace to look at the rose that Aphrodite gave him. The petals were already beginning to wilt.

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The moment Camus rode into town, Saga, Kanon, and Hyoga ran to his side. Hyoga gasped, “How did you ever get away? Oh dear brother! We were working on a plan to save you, and you somehow managed to save yourself.” Camus hugged his brothers, “Actually. . .he let me go.” Saga quirked an eyebrow, his little brother must be delirious, “Camus, you must go see father, he will be so happy that you are now home.” Camus nodded with a grin and took his horse to his father’s new home. Kanon looked at Saga, “I hope he wasn’t brainwashed or anything. . .we should use caution. . .I think we should still investigate this magical castle. . .

Camus returned home and told Shion and Douko about how the beast let him go. Shion was happy to hear that his son was safe, but doubted that the beast just let him go. Shion smiled and held Camus close. Kanon then entered the room, “Camus, I have learned more about the mysterious castle. Supposedly that used to be a kingdom run by Prince Angelo. He was an enigmatic prince who was able to lead a powerful kingdom. . .and then some beast took over the palace. . .and the prince hadn’t been seen since.”

Camus felt taken aback. . .Deathmask seemed too sweet to ravage a kingdom and kill a prince. . .and if the prince was prisoner, then he would have heard about it. . .wouldn’t he? “I am very tired. . .I need to get some sleep. . .” Saga nodded and walked Camus into his new room. “I hope you like our new home. . .it was empty until you came back.”

Camus smiled and lied down in his bed holding onto Waddles tightly. As he drifted asleep, his ring began to glow an eerie aqua glow. Aphrodite felt slightly guilty that Deathmask had worked so hard to get Camus to fall for him, so he decided he could at least help the guy. . .a little. As Camus slumbered, he felt like he was back at Deathmask’s castle. “Is this a dream?” Camus asked himself as he wandered through the garden. He then noticed a handsome young man with tanned skin, a muscled body, dark indigo hair, and piercing blue eyes.

“Are you the prince?” Camus asked stupidly. “Camus! I need you to save me! I am stuck in this castle. . .and there is no way out for me,” Prince Angelo replied. Camus blushed as he looked at the sexy man, “I don’t know how to help you.” Angelo smiled at him, “I just need you to find me. . .and love me and be by my side.” Since he felt like this was a dream, he replied, “Well it seems that I have found you already.” Angelo smiled back and pulled Camus close to him and kissed him deeply pressing his tongue into Camus’s mouth.

“Um. . .hmm,” Camus couldn’t even reply, the kiss was so sweet and he wanted more. Angelo smiled at him and lifted him off the floor, “May I take you to your chamber?” Camus nodded hazily.

When they entered the room, Prince Angelo kissed him deeply. After a warm passionate kiss, Angelo tentatively brushed his warm, calloused hand over Camus’s smooth, broad chest. He dipped his moist tongue over Camus’s hard stomach and ran his tongue up sucking lightly on his tender nipples. Camus whimpered as Angelo’s hands slid down Camus’s tightening pants. Carefully Camus lifted his hips to allow Angelo easy access.

Angelo unzipped Camus’s pants slowly and eased them off. Camus rested himself on the soft pillow mattress completely naked and writhing. Angelo smiled at the view and lowered and traced his tongue lightly up and down Camus’s hardening cock. His tongue began to circle and swirl at the beaded drips of cum. Angelo relished the salty flavor of the moistened tip as he began to take more of Camus into his mouth.

As his tongue danced around Camus, he lowered his hands to the base of Camus’s balls and cock, massaging them lightly. Camus murmured unintelligibly and panted due to Angelo’s ministrations. Camus instinctively lifted his hand to caress Angelo’s hair lightly. With Camus’s other hand, he began to lightly rake Angelo’s back with his fingers. The stimulation turned Angelo on even more causing him to suck harder; in response, Camus bucked his hips upward, pushing his stiffened cock into Angelo’s warm velvety mouth. Skillfully Camus reached his hands behind Angelo and began to slide Angelo’s pants off. Angelo used his own hand to pull his pants off while pleasuring Camus.

Angelo moaned causing his warm breath to tingle Camus’s tender cock as Camus pulled Angelo around to face his hardening cock, which allowed Camus a chance to pleasure Angelo in return. Camus licked his lips and opened his warm, moist mouth to take Angelo’s sensitive flesh in. Angelo moaned loudly and continued to lick Camus’s cock. Camus massaged Angelo’s tight butt as he swallowed him.

Angelo decided to take things a step further and he began licking his fingers. He wrapped his hands around Camus’s butt and, while continuing to suck on Camus’s hard cock, he pressed one finger into Camus’s tight ass. Camus moaned from the stimulation causing him to vibrate Angelo’s cock more. Angelo had never felt so much pleasure and while on the verge of orgasm, decided to pull his stiff and throbbing cock out of Camus’s warm mouth. Angelo smiled at the confused Camus and pressed another digit into Camus’s opening.

Camus moaned and Angelo shifted to press his tongue into his warm and inviting mouth. Their tongues pressed against each other and tasted each other’s unique flavor. Angelo reached over to the nightstand to grab oil that Camus had on the nightstand and began to pour the luscious oil into his hand. He spread the sweet substance onto his own hard cock while using some of it to moisten Camus’s opening. Camus twisted himself over onto his hands and knees to allow Angelo easy access.

Angelo massaged Camus’s butt with skillful hands and said panting, “Nyah. . .I need it now, Camus?” Camus looked over and responded, “Then, by all means, continue.” Angelo smiled and separated Camus’s muscular thighs. He began to press the moistened tip of his cock into Camus’s tight opening. Angelo moaned from the friction he felt as he began to slide the rest of his hard cock into Camus slowly. Camus winced slightly from the initial pain, but as each inch of Angelo entered him he felt more pleasure. Camus became impatient with Angelo moving so slowly and pressed his butt into the base of Angelo’s hard cock and rested himself on his balls.

Angelo pulled out slowly and re-entered creating a friction and began to thrust at a constant pace. Camus pressed himself back into Angelo in rhythm and enjoyed the feeling as Angelo brushed against his warm spot inside. Camus grasped onto the sheets as Angelo used one hand to massage Camus’s hip, while the other hand reached forward and began to use his hand to massage Camus’s hard cock. He used the pad of his thumb to rub the slit on the tip of Camus’s cock and rubbed the beads of cum over the tip. Angelo’s hand massaged Camus’s cock in timing with his thrusts causing Camus to moan, “Angelo!!!!!!” Angelo smiled at hearing his name out of Camus’s mouth and began to thrust at a faster pace. Camus moaned again and he squeezed his ass creating more friction. Angelo moaned and thrusted even faster as he leaned down to lick and suck on Camus’s neck.

Angelo continued to thrust harder and harder, slamming into Camus, while massaging the oil over Camus’s warm, throbbing cock. Camus mewled as he leaned forward to give Angelo greater access. He began to bounce on Angelo’s powerful cock and let it fill him. Camus slid up and down while squeezing as hard as he could. Angelo grabbed Camus’s butt and pounded harder until he could feel his release coming. Angelo pumped Camus’s cock in time with his thrusts and bit lightly into Camus’s tender neck, sucking in time with each thrust. Camus mewled quietly and squeezed his muscles trapping the hard cock inside.

Angelo couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled out as he came inside Camus’s tight opening. With each continued thrust he spurted hot cum into Camus seeing nothing but stars and feeling absolute bliss. Camus felt the hot cum inside him and it filled him and warmed him all the way through his body and he followed suit, spurting his own warm cum all over Angelo’s chest and hips, as Angelo pumped out all he could. Angelo’s cock softened inside Camus’s ass and he pulled out slowly, feeling his cock tingle as he did so. He then tenderly cleaned Camus up with tissue. Camus leaned over and licked his own cum off of Angelo’s body and leaned in to kiss him. Angelo relished in the flavor of Camus’s cum on his lips and pressed his tongue in his mouth to deepen the sensation and flavor that danced over his tastebuds. The two pulled each other close and lifted the soft, warm blanket over them and fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

Camus’s eyes fluttered open and he realized he was still in his home next to Waddles. He yawned and looked at the ceiling, is the prince still in that castle? Could Deathmask really be holding him captive? “Oh what will I do now. . .can I really save the prince?,” Camus whispered as he held Waddles closer.

TBC. . . .

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A/N- Thanks for viewing Please review!!!! And thanks again YamiKiwi! ^___^