Fic: Camus knows everything about sex (Shura, list B, several themes)
Previous-to-last, still advertising the Camus-can't crusade at saint_seiya, by the way ;)
xposted to saint_seiya
General Title: Camus knows everything about sex (in 4 comfortable installments for your reading convenience)
Warnings: nothing graphic, just bad humor.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya is the property of M Kurumada, Toei and whoever has any rights. Me, I do this for kicks.
Part 1: Only once (~ 400 words)
Part 2: Weakness (~ 500 words) -theme17: Person who interrupts / annoys
Part 3: The Thrill of the Forbidden (~700 words) theme 20 - done by force
Part 4: The Truth (~700 words)
Previously, in this fic:
- What in the name of Athena is going on in here?
Maybe even that one second of hesitation may have been too long, things were already in motion.
The Thrill of the Forbidden
Shura’s hand fell on Camus’ face -a bit stronger that he had intended to, really, due to his master’s sudden appearance- and the slap sent Camus flat on his back on the narrow bed, his head missing the border by a couple of inches.
The two children turned, cheeks red as ripe tomatoes, to face the confused Saint. It was Shura who broke the silence, eyes on the floor.
- Master…
- What was that?
- Camus and I… I mean, he’s been teaching me and we… we were just practicing. Camus is teaching me… we were just starting…
The Capricorn Saint exhaled, realizing that he had been holding his breath for a long while already. He still had time, maybe it wasn’t too late.
- Teaching you exactly what?
The initial surprise overcome, Camus didn’t seem as appalled as Shura. In a voice that he hoped didn’t come out too shaky he took the lead on answering.
- Well, sex, what else?
The kid looked so serious, so undisturbed that it was hard not to believe what he said. But both the boys are fully clothed… could it be things were worse that he had originally expected? All the Cup Bearer Saints were always a bit on the weird side, but… sadomasochism, with a seven year old? Not even the Aquarius Saint would go *that* far… would he?
Shura has been left in his room, with strict orders to keep himself busy doing pushups until his master returns or the sky falls on his head -whatever happens first. Meanwhile, the Capricorn Saint prepares to face the unthinkable as he walks up the stairs followed by a very quiet Camus.
- Aquarius!
His cosmos nearing should be enough of a warning, but the Capricorn saint is having a hard time controlling himself already and screaming seems to help a bit.
- I’m here Capricorn, no need to shout. I’m glad to see you’re back from your mission unharmed.
- I bet you are. You don’t like to see people hurt, eh? You wouldn’t enjoy see me coming to your House all covered in bruises?
- Well, no, obviously not. It’s good you’re all right…
- Maybe you’d like it better if I had brought in some chains, leather perhaps?
- Capricorn, what’s gotten into you?
- Well, damn it! Why don’t you ask your dear pupil?
The Aquarius Saint eyes Camus worriedly. It’s not at all like the Capricorn Saint to be so loud, so… aggressive. What could possibly Camus have done to put him in such a state? Whatever it is, the child seems calm enough to answer.
- The Capricorn Saint is mad because I was with Shura, master.
Seeing the older man raise his arms up in the air and about to scream again, Camus hurries to continue.
- See, I was teaching him about sex when the Capricorn Saint came in and…
- You were doing what? Capricorn, what’s this nonsense? What can a child his age know about all that?
- Ah, well, don’t ask *me* It wasn’t I hitting someone on a bed. But by the way he spoke about it, the kid seems quite familiar with it all. He said you come to his room often at night? HOW SICK IS THAT?????
All color gone from his face, the Aquarius Saint looks now to Camus now to the enraged Capricorn Saint. This doesn’t make any sense…
- Surely you don’t think I… I… I mean, with Camus? You know that’s preposterous!
- Sex with an apprentice I call preposterous, all right. Now, sadomasochism… sadomasochism with a kid is a whole new level I like to refer to as SICK! And damn you if you think I’m going to let you…
Things seemed to be getting out of control and Camus, sensing this is all some sort of misunderstanding, decides to help with the situation.
- Oh, but sir, you see… there is nothing of that sad…sad-masking you’re talking about. It’s only the sex my master is helping me with.
The Cosmos at his doorstep has surpassed the courtesy levels of hello-how-do-you-do-just-me-going-through-No-need-to-leave-the-restroom and is quickly approaching the point where the Capricorn Saint will have to let it go, in one way or another, or burst.
Aquarius knows he needs to come to the bottom of this before things get of hand completely.
continued in The Truth
xposted to saint_seiya
General Title: Camus knows everything about sex (in 4 comfortable installments for your reading convenience)
Warnings: nothing graphic, just bad humor.
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya is the property of M Kurumada, Toei and whoever has any rights. Me, I do this for kicks.
Part 1: Only once (~ 400 words)
Part 2: Weakness (~ 500 words) -theme17: Person who interrupts / annoys
Part 3: The Thrill of the Forbidden (~700 words) theme 20 - done by force
Part 4: The Truth (~700 words)
Previously, in this fic:
- What in the name of Athena is going on in here?
Maybe even that one second of hesitation may have been too long, things were already in motion.
The Thrill of the Forbidden
Shura’s hand fell on Camus’ face -a bit stronger that he had intended to, really, due to his master’s sudden appearance- and the slap sent Camus flat on his back on the narrow bed, his head missing the border by a couple of inches.
The two children turned, cheeks red as ripe tomatoes, to face the confused Saint. It was Shura who broke the silence, eyes on the floor.
- Master…
- What was that?
- Camus and I… I mean, he’s been teaching me and we… we were just practicing. Camus is teaching me… we were just starting…
The Capricorn Saint exhaled, realizing that he had been holding his breath for a long while already. He still had time, maybe it wasn’t too late.
- Teaching you exactly what?
The initial surprise overcome, Camus didn’t seem as appalled as Shura. In a voice that he hoped didn’t come out too shaky he took the lead on answering.
- Well, sex, what else?
The kid looked so serious, so undisturbed that it was hard not to believe what he said. But both the boys are fully clothed… could it be things were worse that he had originally expected? All the Cup Bearer Saints were always a bit on the weird side, but… sadomasochism, with a seven year old? Not even the Aquarius Saint would go *that* far… would he?
Shura has been left in his room, with strict orders to keep himself busy doing pushups until his master returns or the sky falls on his head -whatever happens first. Meanwhile, the Capricorn Saint prepares to face the unthinkable as he walks up the stairs followed by a very quiet Camus.
- Aquarius!
His cosmos nearing should be enough of a warning, but the Capricorn saint is having a hard time controlling himself already and screaming seems to help a bit.
- I’m here Capricorn, no need to shout. I’m glad to see you’re back from your mission unharmed.
- I bet you are. You don’t like to see people hurt, eh? You wouldn’t enjoy see me coming to your House all covered in bruises?
- Well, no, obviously not. It’s good you’re all right…
- Maybe you’d like it better if I had brought in some chains, leather perhaps?
- Capricorn, what’s gotten into you?
- Well, damn it! Why don’t you ask your dear pupil?
The Aquarius Saint eyes Camus worriedly. It’s not at all like the Capricorn Saint to be so loud, so… aggressive. What could possibly Camus have done to put him in such a state? Whatever it is, the child seems calm enough to answer.
- The Capricorn Saint is mad because I was with Shura, master.
Seeing the older man raise his arms up in the air and about to scream again, Camus hurries to continue.
- See, I was teaching him about sex when the Capricorn Saint came in and…
- You were doing what? Capricorn, what’s this nonsense? What can a child his age know about all that?
- Ah, well, don’t ask *me* It wasn’t I hitting someone on a bed. But by the way he spoke about it, the kid seems quite familiar with it all. He said you come to his room often at night? HOW SICK IS THAT?????
All color gone from his face, the Aquarius Saint looks now to Camus now to the enraged Capricorn Saint. This doesn’t make any sense…
- Surely you don’t think I… I… I mean, with Camus? You know that’s preposterous!
- Sex with an apprentice I call preposterous, all right. Now, sadomasochism… sadomasochism with a kid is a whole new level I like to refer to as SICK! And damn you if you think I’m going to let you…
Things seemed to be getting out of control and Camus, sensing this is all some sort of misunderstanding, decides to help with the situation.
- Oh, but sir, you see… there is nothing of that sad…sad-masking you’re talking about. It’s only the sex my master is helping me with.
The Cosmos at his doorstep has surpassed the courtesy levels of hello-how-do-you-do-just-me-going-through-No-need-to-leave-the-restroom and is quickly approaching the point where the Capricorn Saint will have to let it go, in one way or another, or burst.
Aquarius knows he needs to come to the bottom of this before things get of hand completely.
continued in The Truth