An Unnamed Kunzite X
Tuxedo Mask Story
By Sidious
For Phausto
The window to the small jewelry store
slid open. A dark figure stepped through and silently landed on the
shop floor. He made his way to the cases of valuable stones and began
rummaging through them. But none of the priceless items found their
way into the figures clutches. Instead they were strewn about the
case as he searched for a particular crystal among them.
“It's not here.” the figure
grumbled under his breath as he finished the ransacking of the store.
He began to make his way back to the
window when...
BOOM!
An unseen but powerful force slammed
into him sending him hurling backwards into the cases. He quickly got
back to his feet and looked up to see something he was definitely not
expecting.
Floating in the air, close to the
stores ceiling was a man. He wore what looked like some type of gray
colored uniform adorned with a long flowing white cape, while the man
himself had equally white hair, also long and flowing.
“Well, well, well. It appears that I
have come across the interloper Jadeite made mention of.” the white
haired man said derisively as he slowly floated down towards the dark
figure.
As he grew closer he could see that
the figure was definitely a man and that he was clad in a tuxedo and
a top hat. He was also sporting a cape much like his own but black
with red inner lining. And what was that on his face?
“Oh my. A mask on a jewel thief. How
quaint.” the white haired man chuckled.
The masked figure smirked. “I don't
know that I would fess up to being called a jewel thief. If you look
around you'll notice that nothing here is missing.” He gestured to
the gems strewn about the place. “Oh I'll own up to making a mess,
sure. But no thieving.”
“Indeed.” The white haired one
spoke. “it almost appears as though you were searching for
something in particular. Now what would that be I wonder?”
A frown appeared on the masked mans
face. He was clearly not going to give him the answer he was seeking.
“Not so talkative now are we?” he
floated down the rest of the way and landed on the floor right be
fore the masked man. “Oh dear! Where are my manners! I haven't
introduced myself. I am Kunzite, one of the four commanders of the
Dark Kingdom. And what shall I call you good sir?”
The masked mans frown deepened upon
hearing the words 'Dark Kingdom'. They seemed familiar to him
and caused not a small amount of anger to rise up in him.
“If you must call me anything, you
can refer to me as Tuxedo Mask.”
“A masked man in a tuxedo calling
himself 'Tuxedo Mask'. Well...I cant say that it's
particularly clever, but, if the shoe fits...” Kunzite shrugged.
Tuxedo Mask began to walk around
Kunzite. “Well if you'll excuse me...”
ZAP!
Once again an unseen force hit Tuxedo
Mask, but instead of sending him flying, this time it kept a hold of
him and didn't allow him to move from his current position.
“Not so fast my masked friend.”
Kunzite said. “We still have a bit to discuss.”
He made his way in front of the
restrained Tuxedo Mask and summoned a chair from out of thin air and
sat down. “I indicated earlier that I was interested in the
identity of the object you were searching for. I would greatly
appreciate you giving me this information.”
Tuxedo Mask scowled at him as he
struggled against his invisible bonds. “Here's some info for you.
Kiss my ass!”
“Oh my! Such language!” Kunzite
held his hand up to his mouth in mock surprise. “I don't think that
my darling Zoisite would approve of my lips being near another mans
nether regions. But... if you insist.”
Kunzite held up a finger that glowed
with a supernatural aura.
Tuxedo Mask looked down in shock as
his belt and crotch of his pants glowed with the same color and began
to undo themselves.
“Whoa! What the hell are you
doing?!”
“Preparing to fulfill your request.
It will be much easier to kiss that lovely looking backside of yours
without these cumbersome pants covering it. Don't you agree?”
Kunzite said with a smile.
“Whoa! Stop! Stop! OK, I'll tell
you!”
The glow vanished and his pants
stopped undoing themselves but did not, he noticed with a frown,
reset back to a fully closed position. The belt still hung loose and
his fly open just enough to see his red underwear.
“I'm looking for something called
the Silver Crystal.” Tuxedo Mask said reluctantly.
The smile Kunzite had worn faded away
into a scowl. “So.” He said coldly. “You are most certainly the
one my comrade Jadeite spoke of. How is it you know of the crystals
existence?”
Tuxedo Mask continued to try and break
free. “I don't know! I just...do.”
Kunzite's smile returned but there was
no hint of mirth in it. He held up his hand and a blade of dark
energy appeared. “That doesn't sound very convincing.”
Tuxedo Mask tried to back away but
found that he was still bound in place. “It's true! I have these
strange dreams and in it I'm told to find this crystal!”
Kunzite thought to himself for a
moment. “This appears to be the truth. So, it would seem that
there is a power at work besides Queen Beryl and the great leader.”
He stared at his captive. “This makes him a threat to the Dark
Kingdoms goals and I should do away with him. But... there is
something about him.”
He stared at Tuxedo Mask until he was
certain he could see the eyes behind the white mask.
“Something... familiar.”
Kunzite raised his dark energy blade
and it began to warp into a curved shape and then split in two. He
now held what appeared to be twin boomerangs. This new development
only served to further Tuxedo Mask's worry.
“Wha...what are you doing now?”
“It's your lucky day Mr. Mask. I
believe you are telling the truth and that the Silver Crystal remains
undiscovered.”
Tuxedo Mask seemed to relax in his
binds a bit.
“But...” Kunzite said with a grin
that had a perverse bent to it. “I would not be a good commander if
I didn't do my job by the book. And that book says that a search is
in order.”
“What kind of search?” Tuxedo
Mask's voice had a slight quiver to it.
“A thorough search.” Kunzite
raised the 'boomerangs' with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“A thorough STRIP search.”
Tuxedo Mask opened his mouth to
protest but his objections were cut off by the sound of the
'boomerangs' being tossed straight at him.
SWOOOSH!
He
closed his eyes, fully expecting for the curved blades to plunge
right into him and end his life, but instead they moved around him at
the last second. He didn't have time to be either relieved or
confused because the blades cam right back for another pass. And then
another. And another.
RIP!
SLICE! RIP! SLICE!
It
didn't take too much longer for him to comprehend what was happening.
As the blades spun around his trapped body, each pass resulted in
them cutting off some of his clothing. Always missing the flesh but
completely destroying fabric.
Tuxedo
Mask looked down in horror as the floor around him became more and
more littered with strips of expensive looking clothing turned into
little more than party confetti. He felt his face start to burn with
embarrassment.
“You
bastard!” he screamed at Kunzite, who chose to react by leaning
back in his chair and enjoy the show.
“Just
doing my job good sir. My Queen would be upset if I didn't make
absolutely sure you weren't trying to make off with the Silver
Crystal hidden on your person somewhere.”
“And
does this Queen of yours require you to rub your crotch like that?!”
Kunzite
blinked and looked down at himself. Sure enough he had been toying
with his own groin while watching Tuxedo Mask's clothing being
shredded.
Unperturbed,
he just shrugged and continued fondling himself while returning his
gaze towards the man being denuded. “Let's just call this a 'perk'
of the job.” A slight giggle escaped his mouth.
Tuxedo
Mask growled at him.
Kunzite
grinned as he gazed at the mostly exposed body before him. The cape,
shirt and jacket were almost completely gone. All that was left was
just a small bit right around his neck and shoulders, and the mask of
course.
“I
think I'll leave his tie on.”
Kunzite thought.
He
lowered his eyes to take in the rest of the sight. His pants were
completely gone at this point. Shoes, socks and tight red underwear
were all the clad him from the waist down now.
SLICE!
Tuxedo
Mask gasped as the blades made one final pass before disappearing. At
first it seemed nothing had happened, but then slowly the red
underwear began falling apart.
Kunzite
watched in a manner that indicated he would be eating his popcorn
with ferocity if he had any while viewing this show.
Enough
had fallen away to reveal that Tuxedo Mask must have shaved regularly
down there.
Kunzite
grinned at that.
Finally
the last few shreds of red fluttered down to the ground and exposed a
pair of very generous sized balls and a decent sized penis.
“My
goodness. Look at that.” Kunzite said with mock surprise.
“OK!
You've seen everything. Let me go now.” Tuxedo Mask said without a
hint of the bravado he was hoping for. It was hard to make demands
when your most personal areas were being scrutinized by a stranger.
Especially one that indicated they were really enjoying what they
were seeing.
“Not
just yet by blushing friend.” Kunzite held up his hand and the
invisible bonds around Tuxedo Mask began to move so that he was now
spread eagle. Tuxedo Mask didn't think his face could burn any
redder, but he proved himself wrong.
Kunzite
removed his gloves and then raised his hands towards the exposed mans
body in a way that hid none of his perverted intentions. “Such a
feast has presented itself before me. It would be wrong to not
partake of it.”
“Don't
touch me you-AH!”
Kunzite
grabbed hold of each of Tuxedo Mask's nipples and gave a gentle
pinch. “What adorable little things these are. I wonder, do they
taste as good as they look?” He placed his mouth on the right
nipple and began to tease it with his tongue.
Tuxedo
Mask made sounds that may ave been attempt at protest but were mixed
with so many moans that it was hard to tell.
Keeping
his mouths attention on the nipples, Kunzite slid his hands down the
captive body until he found the treasure he was seeking. He cupped
Tuxedo Mask's balls and began stroking his shaft. The moan of
pleasure from the naked man only furthered Kunzite's fondling.
He
finally left the tortured nipples alone and looked up into the
flushed and panting face of his prisoner. Again he could almost see
the eyes behind that mask and without further though he attack his
mouth with his own.
Kunzite's
kiss was surprisingly gentle but still firm. No tongue forced it's
way into Tuxedo Mask's mouth until he found him self reciprocating
the exchange of body fluids willingly, much to his surprise. Upon his
mouths surrender to the kiss their tongues began a dance of their
own.
No
words escaped the two, just moans and the wet slapping sound
desperate kissing. Kunzite ceased his groping of Tuxedo Mask's
private just long enough to raise his hands and have them glow. With
a flash his own clothing vanished and revealed his own aroused naked
body.
He
pushed their groins together and began rubbing their manhood's
against each other, both now leaking with precum.
Their
kiss finally stopped as they came up for air. Both looked down
panting as their cocks ground into each other.
“Ah!
I'm gonna-Ah! I'm gonna come!” Tuxedo Mask moaned.
“No!
Not yet my handsome one. There is still more of you I wish to taste.”
And
taste he did.
Kunzite
knelt down and took the other mans throbbing cock into his mouth. He
worked his way down the shaft slowly. Whenever he and Zoicite had
their little trysts, it was usually the other man giving him oral
pleasure, so Kunzite was not too used to taking a fully erect penis
down his throat. But he was always a fast learner.
Tuxedo
Mask threw his head back as he felt the sensation of the other mans
mouth engulfing his member. He teased it with his tongue and
eventually worked his way to the scrotum where he took each testicle
in his mouth and sucked on them. Kunzite's mouth and hands explored
Tuxedo Masks nether regions thoroughly until finally...
“Ahh!”
Several
strong streams of thick white liquid shot out of Tuxedo Mask's cock
and covered Kunzite's face. He then proceeded to wipe it off with his
hand and lick it up.
“Mmmm,
delicious. But I think that I have room for seconds.” He snapped
his fingers.
Tuxedo
Mask, hanging in his bonds limply after the climax, barely registered
the fact that the invisible force around him moved yet again so that
his legs were brought up almost over his head. He had thought that
being spread eagle while naked was humiliating enough, but now he
found himself in a position where the main focus was his own
quivering anus.
He
stared at Kunzite who stared back. Never breaking eye contact, the
white haired man began kissing his raised legs, going lower and lower
until he gave even his (now reawakening) genitals a few light pecks
from his lips. And then he went lower.
“No...not
there..” Tuxedo Mask managed to mumbled out between heavy breaths.
Kunzite
grinned and then proceeded to bury his face right I the center of the
fleshy mounds of buttocks before him. Tuxedo Mask gave what sounded
like a mix of a cry and a gasp as the other mans mouth began
attacking his anus. Licking and sucking around the hole, giving
little nips to the cheeks and kissing them all over eventually lead
to Kunzite's tongue finding it's way deep into Tuxedo Masks most
private of places.
Tuxedo
Mask felt the most strange mixture of humiliation and arousal. Even
more so than when the other man had stripped him and performed
fellatio just a few minutes ago. To have his anus violated so, and
for it to feel so good, all he could do was moan as Kunzite
tongue-fucked him.
Eventually,
Kunzite relented in his attack on the other mans ass and stood
straight to stare at him once more. Tuxedo Masks erection ad returned
with a vengeance.
“Oh
my. Such virility!” He snickered as he held his hand aloft. In a
flash a small glass vial appeared there. He removed the cap and pored
the contents onto both his hands and around Tuxedo Mask's opening. He
tossed it aside where it vanished before hitting the ground.
His
hands returned to the other mans body and began spreading the
lubrication liquid all around the orally abused anus, slowly
inserting fingers into it. He then rubbed more onto his own cock.
Tuxedo
Mask's eyes widened as he finally realized what was about to happen.
“No!”
“Here
we go!” Kunzite answered his negative response with an enthusiastic
thrust that saw his manhood buried deep with the other mans anal
cavity.
This
time there was no mistaking the sound coming from Tuxedo Mask as a
definite cry of pain and shock.
“Come
now my handsome one. Move with me and you will enjoy it, I promise.”
Kunzite began slowly moving his hips making his long cock slide in
and out of Tuxedo Mask. His cries became moans once more as he
unconsciously synchronized with the other mans movements.
The
tightness of the hole Kunzite found himself in squeezed around his
cock so well. His thrusts became longer and went deeper. He found the
other mans sweet spot.
Tuxedo
Mask yelled out in pleasure as his eyes rolled into the back of his
head. He saw white lights as the other mans member hit something deep
inside him. He couldn't help himself anymore and stared gasping and
yelling with each thrust.
Kunzite
silenced him by bending forward and once more placing his mouth onto
his. The kiss continued with the thrusting until finally they both
broke away to give one long final cry together.
Kunzite's
seed emptied into Tuxedo Mask, whose own seed shot forth once more to
cover his own chest and face this time.
With
Tuxedo Mask still hanging in the air in his humiliating pose, Kunzite
leaned on him and caught his breath. He slowly pulled out and walked
away back to his chair and sat. He stared at Tuxedo Mask as he saw is
own essence trickling out of him and onto the floor.
“A
job well done, I would say.” He proclaimed proudly. He stood once
more and waved his hands. From out of no where his clothing
reappeared on his body. He looked completely refreshed. No sign of
the sex that had just occurred on him.
With
a snap of his fingers the invisible bonds holding Tuxedo Mask
vanished and he was unceremoniously dropped to the ground.
“You...fucking...bastard.”
Tuxedo Mask groaned out. He didn't know which hurt more, the pain in
his back from the drop just now, or the pain in his ass from the
royal fucking he had been given.
“Still
no manners I see.” Kunzite crossed his arms. “Well I wont say
that it hasn't been fun, because it most certainly has been, but it
would behoove you to not get in the way of my comrades and I again in
the future.”
“Or
what?” Tuxedo Mask spat out as he raised himself off the ground.
“You'll all fuck me at once?” He said with a twisted grin,
clearly intending an insult.
“Perhaps.
Both Zoicite an Nephrite have indicated their interest in performing
a gang bang as it is called I believe.”
Tuxedo
Mask's grin vanished and his face went as white as his mask.
“Jadeite
has stated bluntly that he will not be on the receiving end of one
though. Perhaps all four of us fucking you would be just the sort of
team building exercise we need!”
WHOOSH!
Kunzite
looked down. Tuxedo Mask had vanished.
“Aww,
what a pity” Kunzite said with a grin. He found himself hoping that
he would indeed cross paths with Tuxedo Mask once more. Not just
because he'd like to fuck him again, but because of that initial
reaction he had to him. The familiarity.
“What
was it about him that made me feel that?”
He
took his pondering with him as he vanished, leaving the ransacked
jewelry store empty and smelling of sex.
On
the rooftops of the city, a very agile but also very naked man jumped
and ran. The second that the prospect of another round of fucking
with Kunzite, yet alone being gang banged, presented itself, Tuxedo
Mask's survival instinct finally kicked in and he ran so fast that he
had practically disappeared before the other mans eyes.
Despite
the cold night air his face was burning. Here he was on naked display
for anyone who might look up and notice him. It was bad enough that
he had been given the reputation of a jewel thief, but now he might
get “Naked Pervert”
added on as well.
He
continued his nude rooftop rush until finally arriving at the window
to his apartment building. Entering through it he was finally able to
catch his breath. Sitting down on a couch he pulled his mask off to
reveal the face of Mamoru Chiba. A normal college student.
With
the masks removal what little of the Tuxedo around his neck and
shoulder faded away. Thankfully the whole outfit would return the
next time he 'transformed'.
He wish that he could have done that while running naked through the
city, but he couldn't have risked it while performing the moves he
was doing.
Sleep
finally found him and he dozed off on the couch.
The
usual dream started.
“Endymion...”
a young girls voice echoed from somewhere unseen. “Endymion. Find
the silver crystal.” Mamoru had long stopped trying to speak with
the disembodied voice, because each time he did he was always told
the same thing. “The silver crystal. You must find it.”
But
tonight there was something different.
A
doorway stood in the middle of nothingness and Mamoru walked through
it. He entered what looked like a very expensive bedroom. He looked
down and saw that he was garbed in fine robes himself.
From
out of the shadows, four men in equally expensive looking garments
appeared.
“Happy
birthday my prince.” One of them said.
Mamoru
wanted to demand to know who they were and what they were doing, but
his body did not seem to be his own as he heard himself say “Thank
you my friends. But what is all this about?” his hands gestured to
the four of them.
“Were
here to give you you present my prince.” One of them said. Mamoru
could not make out their faces in the shadows, but he could
practically hear the mischievous grin that he knew must be on the
speakers face.
“My
present?” Despite the question, Mamoru could tell that his
dream-self seemed to know exactly what was going to happen.
All
four men pulled on a few belts and buttons and in no time all four
robes fell to the ground around their previous wearers feet. They
stood there before Mamoru in all their naked glory.
“Oh
but this is the same thing you got me last year.” Mamoru heard his
voice say in mock disappointment.
“Have
no fear my prince. We've learned a few new tricks since last year.
Shall we show him men?” The apparent leader of them said. All four
naked men then moved forward towards Mamoru. There was no menace in
their movements, but they were definitely predatory.
Right
as the shadows left their faces Mamoru woke up with a gasp.
“Well
that was...different.” he said to himself.
He
saw the time and realized that his first class would start in just a
little over three hours. “Well, might as well get up.” He stood
and stretched his naked body. “I'm not gonna get anymore sleep if
dreams like that keep popping up in my head.” He headed towards the
bathroom to take a shower.
Now
that he had had time to relax, the previous evenings escapades with
Kunzite finally started to settle in as uncomfortable aches in his
backside.
“That
bastard.” Mamoru cursed the white haired man as he turned on the
shower and stepped in. And then, in the middle of squeezing out
shampoo, Mamoru realized something.
One
of the men in his dreams. The face hew saw right before waking. It
had been Kunzite!
What
did this mean?
Another
mystery from his past. A past already shrouded in far too much
goddamn mystery.
His
connection to the man who had fucked him last night was worrisome
enough. But soon he realized that he also had to deal with the fact
that he was apparently rock hard again at the thought of him.
Mamoru
frowned down at his erection as though it was betraying him. With a
sigh he rinsed off the shampoo and began to do what his body was
wanting him to do.
And
in his mind there was one image. A handsome man with long white hair,
naked and standing over his own nude form.
From
Kunzite's lips escaped two words.
“My
prince.”
THE
END
