A Third Life

The rest of the journey was in silence, and as Kunzite suspected, Zoisite lead them back to the brothel. He unlocked the door and held it open for Kunzite to follow.

The entrance was set up as a living room, couches and armchairs lined the walls, and there were several woman sitting. Seeing that Zoisite had come home with more than just groceries, one of the girls got up and took the bags, while the others looked Kunzite over from top to bottom, and not without a hint of jealousy.

“Wow...” one of them whispered.

“Shh!” another hissed back.

Kunzite ignored them for the most part and watched Zoisite. He spoke to an older woman, probably the madam. Kunzite heard mention of the man that he had found harassing Zoisite, but everything else was rather hushed. After a moment, Zoisite gestured to Kunzite, and he followed Zoisite to the back of the home, and then up the stairs.

Zoisite opened the door to one of the rooms upstairs and held the door open for Kunzite, before following him in and locking the door behind them.

The room was rather simple. A large, king sized bed with green silk sheets, matching curtains, which Zoisite drew once inside. A few lamps lined the walls, and those were turned on. Kunzite noted the sakura blossom design on the lamp. It looked like the room had been designed around him, and it probably was. A small round table was also in the room, and two wooden chairs were set at it as well.

Zoisite himself wore very simple clothes. From what Kunzite could tell, his clothing was a bit more expensive than average for this area, but it would probably be expected that he look good, even when outside and not working. He wore plain brown pants, which were tighter than Kunzite was used to seeing on him. Designed to show off his rear, obviously. A looser fitting white shirt, a few buttons open on the front, tucked into his pants as well, and simple brown shoes.

As Kunzite looked at him, he couldn't take it any more. He walked over to Zoisite and wrapped his arms around him, crushing his lips into Zoisite's.

Never before had Zoisite ever pushed him away.

“As you heard before, I take my money up front,” he said. His expression showed disappointment.

“Excuse me?” Kunzite asked. Of course he knew what Zoisite was talking about, but somehow it was difficult for Kunzite to take, having Zoisite try and charge him for sex.

Zoisite pulled his hair out of the ponytail he wore, the golden curls falling around his face. He brushed some of them away and then gestured to the table. “Just put the money on the table. Fifty for a quick blow job, a hundred if you want my ass,” he paused for a moment and twirled a lock of his hair around a finger. His face took on a sultry look as he looked Kunzite over slowly, “and three hundred for the whole night, or as long as you can last.”

Kunzite looked away, he hated this. How many men had Zoisite brought up here? One a night? Two? Over two years, that was far to many men for Kunzite's comfort. But it wasn't that he was turned off by Zoisite now, it was just what he had done. He would never have fallen to this if he had his memories. “You don't remember me at all, do you?”

Kunzite looked back at the man that had once shared his bed each night. Zoisite's face had frozen for a moment, but then he shook his head. “I've never serviced you before,” he said.

“I mean before you started doing this.”

Again, Zoisite paused, trying to figure out what to say. Kunzite continued to press forward, for some reason, Zoisite was hiding his 'amnesia'. “It's been two years since you lost your memories, am I right?”

He wasn't talking now. Zoisite was studying Kunzite, trying to figure him out.

“I hate seeing you like this, doing this...”

“These is nothing wrong with making a bit of money,” Zoisite snapped back. “Especially if it's something I happen to be very good at.”

There was nothing to argue about that, Kunzite remembered all too well how good Zoisite had been in bed. “Well then, if you don't remember me, then I have no reason to be here.” Kunzite turned and went for the door. Maybe he could come up with another plan to get Zoisite back, maybe his memory would return eventually, but for now, Kunzite couldn't stand it any more.

He got as far as turning the door knob when Zoisite stopped him. “Wait!”

Kunzite paused and waited, refusing to look behind him for the time being.

“Do you really know me?”

He turned and looked over at the man. “I do.”

Zoisite looked so hopeful for a moment, but the expression was lost soon after. “Look, I don't know how you found out about my memory problems, but you are hardly the first person to try and sweep me off my feet and take me home. Granted, it's the first time someone has tried before sleeping with me...”

Kunzite turned away from the door and approached Zoisite. He wanted to touch him, and he feared that Zoisite would stop him, but still Kunzite brushed his fingers through the coppery locks. Much to his relief, Zoisite let him. He wanted Zoisite to remember on his own, but he couldn't help himself. Kunzite needed to say these things. “The last time I saw you, you were dying.”

Zoisite was confused, “what do you mean?”

Kunzite shook his head. He couldn't explain the details. “When I figured out that you were still alive, I had to find you, and I looked for two years. And here you are, and you're... you're doing this.”

Zoisite looked down for a moment. “Look, if what you are saying is true, then I do want to know more about myself, but... I need some kind of proof...”

Proof? Kunzite could think of nothing that he had that would prove what he was saying. He had nothing on him that could prove such a thing. The picture of the two of them that they had had in the Dark Kingdom would have been perfect, but Kunzite had nothing from that time. The Dark Kingdom has been destroyed by the Ginzuishou.

An idea came to him then, and Kunzite could hardly believe what he was doing, but it was the only thing he could think of. He did have money on him, and slowly he drew the required funds from his pocket and put it on the table. Zoisite's gaze followed his and then looked back at him quizzically. “I'll prove it to you,” Kunzite replied. “I know everything about you.”

Zoisite looked back at the table again. Three hundred, a whole night. He nodded and stepped away from Kunzite for a moment. “I'll need a minute to get ready. Is there anything you want me dressed in?”

Kunzite shook his head, “you only need to be naked.”

Zoisite gave a small smile then, “I'll be back in a moment.”

Zoisite left and went into an adjoining room. Kunzite took a look around again. He was still wearing his shoes, so he kicked those off and left them at the door. Uncertain as to how long Zoisite was going to take in getting ready, Kunzite sat at the foot of the bed and waited. Regardless of how many men Zoisite had 'serviced', none of them would know his body as well as Kunzite. No one could. Kunzite had been Zoisite's first, and until they had been parted in the Dark Kingdom, the only person he had ever slept with.

Kunzite remembered that innocence Zoisite had back in the Golden Kingdom, back when they had hid their relationship from everyone with as much caution as was possible. Even before their prince had announced the betrothals.

The door opened and Kunzite looked up. Zoisite stepped out of the second room, dressed only in a sheer green night robe. Desire was immediately lit in Kunzite. He completely forgot that, technically, he was paying for this. “You're beautiful...”

Zoisite was a taken back by the comment. Had this been the first time any of his customers had told him that? “Th... thank you.”

Kunzite stood up and Zoisite made his way over. Kunzite wasted no time in pulling Zoisite in close and kissing him deeply. His hands ran down Zoisite's back, over the fine material that covered his thin frame. His tongue slipped inside Zoisite's mouth to explore long lost familiar territory. It had been a thousand years, but Kunzite remembered every inch of Zoisite's body.

His hands found the belt holding the robe closed, and it fell to the floor, followed soon after by the robe itself. Kunzite's hands then began to explore the flawless skin of the man pressed into him. Kunzite broke off contact with Zoisite's mouth and instead tilted his head to the side to kiss and suckle at Zoisite's neck. He got a familiar moan out of Zoisite as his mouth travelled down Zoisite's neck, searching for the right spot. When Kunzite found it, he gave a little nip.

Zoisite gave a short cry, surprised by this move, but Kunzite also knew that it exciting him. Zoisite involuntarily pulled the two of them closer. Kunzite could feel the excitement of his partner push against him.

A bit reluctant, Kunzite pulled away and gestured that Zoisite should get on the bed. He complied readily, and Kunzite took a moment to remove his shirt before joining Zoisite. “Just lay back,” Kunzite instructed, and again Zoisite did as he was told. He rested his head against the pillows, the rest of his nude body now available for Kunzite's eyes, hands, and lips to explore.

Kunzite looked up at him as he slowly leaned down and ran his tongue over one of Zoisite's nipples. Zoisite bit his lip, staring intently at Kunzite's tongue as it flicked over his nipple again, quickly this time. Zoisite shut his eyes, his teeth digging in a bit further, to the point where Kunzite worried that he might draw blood.

He left his fingers to continue what his tongue had started and moved over to the other side. Kunzite sucked gently this time, occasionally running his tongue over the hard bud. Zoisite was breathing deeply. Normally by now Kunzite would have had him moaning loudly at least. Was he keeping himself quiet for a reason?

Kunzite pushed himself up and crawled back up to kiss Zoisite's lips again, and this was met with great acceptance. Zoisite wrapped his arms around Kunzite, pulling him tight against his body. Kunzite broke the kiss and leaned his head down beside Zoisite's ear, breathing in the scent of Zoisite's hair. That hadn't changed in three lives, the faint hint of sakura. “Zoisaito...” he whispered.

“Mmm?” Zoisite said in a questioning moan, which changed to one of pleasure when Kunzite ran his tongue along the outside of Zoisite's ear.

Kunzite let one of his hands travel down the side of Zoisite's body, stopping at his hip and then making a return trip. Slowly, Kunzite worked his way back down Zoisite's body, kissing his chest, tasting him as he continued lower. He skipped over Zoisite's hard desire and instead gently pushed Zoisite's legs apart so that he could kiss the inside of Zoisite's thigh.

The wait must be killing him, but unlike Zoisite before, he wasn't begging for Kunzite to touch him where he craved it. Of course he wouldn't, he couldn't make demands of his customer.

Kunzite pushed Zoisite's one leg up so that it was bent at the knee, and then ran his tongue down Zoisite's thigh, coming close, but pulling away before Zoisite could get any kind of needed pleasure from it. He had a few more spots on Zoisite's body that he needed to exploit before he got to that.

He pushed himself away from Zoisite. “Turn over on your stomach,” he said, and gave Zoisite a moment to get as comfortable as he could, his hard cock now pressed into the silk sheets.

Once again, Kunzite returned to Zoisite's ear. “You have no idea how much I've missed this,” he whispered again. Kunzite pushed the golden locks off to the side to expose the back of Zoisite's neck and planted a few long kisses there before once again travelling down his body, caressing his back this time.

When Kunzite reached Zoisite's rear, he smiled knowingly. “Push yourself up on your knees,” he commanded.

Again Zoisite complied, getting himself up on all fours, a bit shaky Kunzite noted. If he was shaking now, he wasn't going to last long once Kunzite got serious.

He placed his hands firmly on each of Zoisite's ass cheeks, rubbing them for a moment before spreading them to gain better access to his entrance. Kunzite hoped that this would finally push Zoisite far enough to vocalize his pleasure. He loved hearing Zoisite scream.

Kunzite ran his tongue over the small hole a few times, and then in small circles around it. Zoisite gripped the pillows tightly, but he still wasn't saying anything. To push matters further, Kunzite brought his fingers up to join his mouth, and when he had enough saliva, pushed the first one inside.

Finally Zoisite gasped. Kunzite tilted his head to the side to see if he could see Zoisite's face at all while he continued to work the one finger. His head had since been buried in the pillows while he continued to present his ass to Kunzite. He was panting as well as sweat began to glisten on his body.

Kunzite curled his one finger slightly, just enough to hit that one spot inside Zoisite which he never had any problem finding. This time Zoisite cried out, turning his face to the side so that Kunzite could finally see it. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open and he breathed heavily.

A bit more moisture was needed before Kunzite inserted a second finger, and when he finally did, Zoisite was moaning in earnest. Kunzite was moving slower than he needed to, and slower than he had in the past as well. He needed make sure he hit every pleasure centre that Zoisite possessed.

Satisfied that he had caressed every inch of Zoisite with his hands, Kunzite pulled his fingers away and then stepped off the bed to remove his pants, which had long since become unbearably tight. “Come here,” he instructed as he crawled back onto the bed, on his knees behind Zoisite.

Zoisite looked behind him and figured out what was required of him. He wasted no time in lavishing attention on Kunzite's cock, licking the length of it a few times before taking the whole thing into his mouth.

Kunzite let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment while Zoisite worked him in and out of his mouth. He remembered Zoisite doing this to him a hundred times before, but two years without it made it seem so heavenly. For a moment, Kunzite almost forgot that he was about to take Zoisite's ass. “That's enough,” he groaned and Zoisite pulled away again. He looked up at Kunzite, silently asking him how he wanted him.

“On your back,” Kunzite answer the unspoken question. Zoisite laid down again and spread his legs with his knees bent. Kunzite hooked his arms under the bent legs and pushed them back, raising Zoisite's rear to the perfect angle. Without waiting any longer, Kunzite pushed himself into the tight opening slowly, causing Zoisite to throw his head back in bliss.

Kunzite pressed his hands to the mattress, holding Zoisite's legs back while he began to pump in and out of the other man. As he gradually picked up the pace, Zoisite's moans graduated into short, rhythmic cries. From there they grew in volume until Zoisite was acting as Kunzite was more accustomed too.

Deciding that this wasn't going to last if they kept this pace, Kunzite pulled back and out of Zoisite, rolling over so that he lay on his back beside the other man. He gestured to his waiting erection, and Zoisite climbed on top of him quickly, impaling himself on Kunzite's manhood.

Now Kunzite could watch as Zoisite rode him, working his way back to the pace they had set earlier. His hands a bit more free now, Kunzite ran his fingers over Zoisite's own arousal.

The faint touch made Zoisite cry out once more, and Kunzite began to rub him with a bit more vigour. His fingers curled around Zoisite's shaft and pumped him while Zoisite continued to slam himself down on Kunzite.

Zoisite began to tighten around him, and Kunzite knew his body was begging for release. “Do you want this now?” he asked.

Zoisite was struggling so hard to keep himself from coming. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his words a bit difficult to hear.

“I want what you want,” Kunzite replied, not letting up the pace his hand was moving.

“N...not yet...”

This surprised Kunzite a bit, but he gently eased off and finally released Zoisite. It had been two years, and Kunzite was struggling a bit himself. He wanted this to last all night if it could, but after waiting so long, his self control wasn't what it used to be. “Slow down, Zoisaito,” he said and then gestured to the space on the bed beside him. “Here.”

Zoisite climbed off of him slowly, and Kunzite gently pushed him onto his side and then cuddled up behind him, slipping inside once again. He waited a moment, and then moved slowly, forcing his body to calm down for a while. One of his hands rested on Zoisite's hip and the other wrapped under and around him, holding his chest.

Zoisite reached a hand up and placed it over Kunzite's own. “Is that my name?” he asked quietly.

Kunzite had his head buried in Zoisite's hair. He took a deep breath and then pulled back, pushed the curls out of the way so that he could kiss Zoisite's neck again. “Yes,” he replied, “but what name do you go by?”

Kunzite pushed himself deep inside Zoisite slowly, and Zoisite moaned and arched his back. “The girls called me Izou,” he stammered.

“Then continue to use that name,” Kunzite explained, “our true names are not met with much... acceptance.”

“I don't understand.”

“Just don't tell anyone that I call you Zoisaito.”

There was a pause in their conversation as they continued to move their bodies together slowly in a perfect rhythm, a drastic change from only a few minutes ago.

“What's your name?” Zoisite asked.

Kunzite wasn't sure if he wanted to give Zoisite his real name, it might be better if he remembered it on his own. “I go by Saitou Kunikiyo.”

“Kuni...” Zoisite trailed off. It was an odd name, very old. Kunzite knew it wasn't exactly a common name these days, but he held a fondness for it back in the Golden Kingdom. “What's your... real name?”

“I want you to remember that yourself.”

Kunzite continued the slow, deep thrusts that Zoisite had always loved so much. Zoisite reached back with his hand and placed it on Kunzite's own hip, pulling Kunzite into him with each new thrust. He moaned and started to move faster again and not because he thought Kunzite wanted it. Kunzite smiled when he saw that Zoisite was doing this because it was what he wanted, what he craved.

Kunzite's hand left Zoisite's hip, since he was handling most of the work there himself, and returned to his still hard cock. Lightly rubbing at first before grabbing him again moving his hand with the same rhythm that Zoisite set.

Zoisite voice grew louder as his ass tightened around Kunzite. He wanted it now, Kunzite didn't need to hear him ask. Zoisite began to slam back against Kunzite frantically, racing towards his peak of pleasure. “Zoisaito...” Kunzite whispered into his ear.

Kunzite held Zoisite's body tight as it tensed up. He screamed as his milky seed shot out onto the silk sheets, and pushed himself back on Kunzite one last time and held himself there, feeling Kunzite's hard length deep within him.

Just as his body began to relax, Zoisite whimpered something that made Kunzite stare at him in shock. “Kun...zaito...sa...ma...”

Zoisite was left panting for breath, and Kunzite kissed the side of his face and neck. “You remember,” he replied, and followed it with several more light pecks.

“Your name?” Zoisite asked, his voice a little shaky.

“Yes.”

Kunzite pulled away from Zoisite for a moment and rolled the younger man onto his back. It only took a moment for Zoisite to figure out how he wanted it, and he wrapped his legs around Kunzite's waist as he slipped back inside. Kunzite grabbed Zoisite's hips and began to thrust quickly. Zoisite may have already had his orgasm, but Kunzite knew that he still enjoyed this just as much.

Kunzite kept his pace steady and controlled. Zoisite looked up at him when he managed to keep his eyes open. His lips were parted and he continued to cry out each time Kunzite pushed himself inside. He was so beautiful lying there, his hair spread out over the deep green pillows, one hand over his head and the other gripping the bed sheets.

His body finally began to win over, and Kunzite pumped his hips a bit faster. This was met with louder cries from Zoisite, and the sound of his voice screaming in pleasure made holding back much longer especially difficult. His fingers dug into the pale flesh of Zoisite's hips as he felt his orgasm approach. Soon his hips bucked, no longer under his control, and intense pleasure ripped through him. Kunzite threw his head back as he thrust in a deep as he could, lips parted, eyes closed. He was vaguely aware of Zoisite screaming enough for the two of them, but he was so lost in his own bliss that he didn't really notice.

As his body began to relax, Kunzite leaned his head forward and breathed deeply for a few moments. He opened his eyes and found that Zoisite was looking up at him, panting as well. Kunzite pulled out of him and then lied down beside him, draping his arm over Zoisite's chest and once again nuzzling his face into Zoisite's neck and hair.

“I'm so tired...” Zoisite said, fatigue in his voice as well.

Kunzite nodded and began to push himself up. “I'll leave you to sleep then.”

“I sleep in the next room, and I have to clean up here first.”

“Let me help you then.”

Zoisite shook his head, “no, you don't have to.”

“I want to.”

There was no further argument, and the two of them stripped the bed down. A second set of matching sheets took the place of the first ones, and Zoisite carried the dirty sheets into the adjoining room. Kunzite followed him and found the Zoisite's sleeping quarters were far less luxurious. The bedroom and bathroom together were barely even half the size of the main room. The bed was a single, dressed in plain cotton sheets. A closet, filled with what Kunzite figured would be outfits to match as many imaginable fetishes as possible.

Zoisite deposited the sheets in a laundry hamper. “I'll do the laundry in the morning,” he said.

Kunzite walked up to him and ran his fingers through the sweat-damp curls on Zoisite's head. “You can stop doing this,” he said. “That was proof enough, was it not?”

Zoisite was looking up at him was a worried expression. He nodded slightly and bit his lip as he looked away.

Kunzite realized then that it would not be a simple matter of telling his boss that he was finished working here. It wasn't exactly an industry that Kunzite was familiar with, but Zoisite was a rarity indeed, and not one someone would want to give up easily. He decided it might be best to let the matter rest for now. “Get some sleep,” he said, walking Zoisite over to the bed. “I'll come back tomorrow.”

Zoisite's expression brightened immediately. “That would be wonderful.”

Kunzite smiled and pulled the sheets down, and then pulling them back up and over Zoisite's body. He leaned down and kissed him softly before turning to leave the room and gather his clothes.

“Wait!” Zoisite called after him, “your money. I can't take it.”

Kunzite turned and returned to Zoisite's side. “If you need the money, you can have it. How much are you expected to give to the madam?”

“Fifty percent.”

Kunzite nodded. “Is there anything you need?”

Zoisite shook his head. “No, mama-san does take good care of us. I'll be fine.”

“When should I come by tomorrow?”

“The sooner the better,” Zoisite replied. “We open the doors around nine usually, and it's first come first served.”

Kunzite understood what he meant. “I'll be here early then.”