In fairy tales, foxes are said to be possessed by demonic spirits – but especially fox masks. Rusty is a professional costumer with an exotic black fox mask that he’d created after a strange accident in the woods his senior year in high school -- an accident that left an odd scar on his throat. An accident he can’t remember. As far as Rusty’s concerned, what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. A gorgeous young actor with the same face from Rusty’s most erotic dreams, walks into Rusty’s costume shop claiming that he has a fox mask just like Rusty’s, though white. "I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours." Rusty is about to discover that what he doesn’t know - hasn’t forgotten him at all.
Shounenai08
Rating: 5
I entirely agree. When I read this story I was so struck by it that I felt a chill run down my spine; this doesn't happen but once in a blue moon. I have fallen in love with this tale of burning passion. For now, I wait, hungry for more.
Jessie
Rating: 5
More Please! This is a story rich in Myth & Legend. A great story of the world of Kitsune; Fox Demons. The struggle Rusty must go through to
accept his nature and the Lover, Shiro, that comes with it, is both gripping and heart warming. And HOT! The added dimension of fantasy that
accompanies this Yaoi story made me a very happy reader. To have each other as necessity for life. Well, Damn. just adds a dimension I find irrisistable in a love relationship.
Frowning slightly, a tall, slender young man draped in a pale gray floor-length leather coat leaned over the counter, staring at the delicate fox mask locked under glass. His left hand was jammed in the pocket of his black dress-slacks, pulling his coat back and showing a dark gray sweater over broad chest and flat belly. His long platinum-blond hair, combed straight back from the deep peak of his brow and bound by a silver clasp into a long white tail, fell over his shoulder and spilled across the counter.
Rusty stared at the spill of pale hair and his heart slammed in his chest. He wiped his damp palms down his knee-length black apron. "You wanted to see me?"
The blonde turned. Warm cinnamon eyes framed in long black lashes peered at him from under straight dark brows. Sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw-line defined his aggressively masculine face, but the lush fullness of his mouth and the ivory-pale color of his skin belonged in a high-class modeling magazine.
His eyes widened. "My God…" The voice was soft, yet deep and very masculine. The lush lips rose to curve into a sinful smile. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
Rusty's stomach clenched in alarm. He knew that smile. He knew that face. It was the same one from his dream. But that couldn't be right… "Do I know you?"
