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The Reason Why	By : SailorSol Category: Sailor Moon > General Views: 2418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Reason Why
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Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and all characters and settings are copyrighted by Naoko Takeuchi & her associates. Lyrics to 'Glory of Love' is copyright Peter Cetera. Anything you don't recognize is our own invention, as is the plot and the 'background.' No money is being made here. This is just our way of playing. No offense intended.

AN: This draws from some conclusions that we drew after watching Season 1 to death, and a bit of fabrication out of whole cloth. I hope you enjoy it. If anyone wants the background on this, email us and we'll be happy to share our views. In any case, plase let us know what you think.

THE REASON WHY

Tonight it's very clear

As we're both lying here

There's so many things I want to say

I will always love you

I would never leave you alone

Sometimes I just forget

Say things I might regret

It breaks my heart to see you crying

I don't wanna lose you

I could never make it alone

Kunzite quietly entered the quarters he shared with Zoisite, looking about anxiously. It had been several hours since Zoisite had returned from the second mission to retrieve one of the rainbow crystals, and the monster it had imprisoned. Zoisite had failed at both.

Concerned that Beryl might realize that the failure was intentional, Kunzite had verbally attacked Zoisite, calling him weak and childish, berating him for losing the crystal to Tuxedo Kamen, and deriding him for allowing Sailor Moon to purify the monster.

Zoisite had held his tears until he was gone from Beryl's throne room, but Kunzite had seen the emerald eyes fill. The sight had torn at his heart, but he kept his face impassive. He was the greatest of the Shittenou, the one called the Ice King. He could not allow Beryl to know that he had feelings for anyone, especially Zoisite. She was already jealous of Zoisite sharing his bed, and she must not know that it was anything more than sex.

Zoisite was huddled in their bed with his back to the door, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed silently. Kunzite quickly divested himself of his uniform and slipped into the bed. He turned the smaller man around and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Gomen nasai, Zoisato," he murmured into the brown curls. "I did not mean it. You did splendidly. I had to say those things in front of her."

"I know, Kunzitosama," he sniffled into Kunzite's chest. "I don't care what she says, but from you those words hurt."

"I did not mean them," Kunzite repeated. "Queen Metallia's orders were specific. Beryl is not to know that we fail deliberately. She is to believe that we cannot follow her orders correctly. She does believe that Nephrite is dead."

Zoisite smiled and then kissed his lover's chest.

"Nephrite and I had the greatest fun planning that," he said, then giggled. "The Senshi were certainly fooled. They thought I could really kill him like that. Then that little girl cried when he disappeared. It was very touching."

"I would cry as well," Kunzite said, lifting Zoisite's chin to stare into his emerald eyes. "If someone took you from me, I would be devastated. I would never manage anything without you."

***** ***** *****

You'll keep me standing tall

You'll help me through it all

I'm always strong when you're beside me

I have always needed you

I could never make it alone

Kunzite threw his gloves across the bedroom as he stripped his uniform from his body. His orders were already difficult, and Endymion was making them impossible. He growled under his breath as the fasteners refused to yield, finally tearing the tunic off before throwing it after the gloves.

A sculpture of a sakura tree on the bedside table began to blink green. Kunzite banished the rest of his clothing and strode over to gently touch the little statue.

"Is it safe?" a melodius voice inquired. To Kunzite, it sounded like the voice of heaven. He smiled before he replied.

"Yes."

There was a swirl of sakura blossoms on the bed, and the Zoisite lay there, covered in nothing but more of the blossoms.

"Queen Metallia tells me that she is pleased with you, Kunzitosama," Zoisite said. "Your failures are easily explained away, but do exactly as she wished. She is pleased also that the Sailor Senshi are assisting you in your mission, albiet unknowingly. She says not to worry too much about Endymion. Beryl's grip on his mind is already weakening, and soon he will be himself again, and will no longer stand in your way.

"Patience and perserverence are needed now," Zoisite continued. "Nephrite has suggested that you arrange for that twit, Sailor Moon, to hit you with one of your own attacks. She will have no idea that we are immune to our own energies. You can pretend to die, and Beryl will be faced with the consequences of her own hubris. She cannot defeat Sailor Moon holding the Imperium Silver Crystal. She will have to try, and then fail."

"I weary of this charade," Kunzite said. "How long will this take?"

"Not much longer," Zoisite reassured him. He smiled winsomely as Kunzite's hands started to lightly brush at the flowers, making them swirl and eddy away from the tantalizing flesh beneath.

"I feel so lost without you," Kunzite said as he drew Zoisite to him, running his hands up and down the smaller man's body, causing Zoisite to shiver against him. "You have always been my secret strength."

"You are not without me," Zoisite whispered to him as his own hands sought and found Kunzite's shaft, already hard and pulsing. "We will always be together."

Knowing that Kunzite would need reassurance and comfort, Zoisite had prepared himself before arriving. He rolled Kunzite onto his back and straddled his lover, impaling himself on the hot, silken pillar before his lover could protest. He started rocking slowly, knowing the Kunzite liked it that way, and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure.

Zoisite felt hands trail up his chest to his neck, and then tangle themselves in his abundant honey-colored hair. He allowed Kunzite to pull him down for a heated kiss, and clutched Kunzite's shoulders when he felt the other man roll them over so that he was trapped under the larger man's weight, just as he liked to be. He moaned in contentment and wrapped his legs around Kunzite's waist as he set a steady, slow rhythm that would prolong their lovemaking while satisfying both of them.

When Kunzite felt Zoisite clenching at him, he knew that his lover was close to fulfillment. He reached between them and rubbed one thumb over the head of Zoisite's jade stem, pulling a guttural groan from the depths of Zoisite's being. A few more rubs turned the groan into a shout as Zoisite clenched around him and spurted hot and slick between them.

The tight grip of Zoisite's body around his own shaft was Kunzite's undoing. He buried himself completely in his lover, spilling his own essence into the body of the one he loved beyond all else.

They clung to one another for a while, knowing that their time was nearly over. Metallia only allowed these visits for short times when Beryl was otherwise occupied.

All too soon, the sakura tree sculpture pulsed a brilliant crimson, the signal the Zoisite was summoned away. He reluctantly separated himself from his lover, cleaned up after both of them, and clothed himself with a thought before disappearing in a swirl of sakura petals that themselves disappeared after him.

After Zoisite had left, safe once more in Metallia's fortress further into the Dark Kingdom, Kunzite allowed himself to fall into a true sleep. He was in his quarters. There were youma guarding his door. He had nothing to fear.

Nothing but a silent, raven-haired prince who felt threatened by Kunzite's position as head General, and sole survivor of the Shittenou.

Endymion entered Kunzite's private quarters cautiously, expecting traps or spells or youma. The youma at the door had been dealt with, although not permanently. It was up to Kunzite if he wanted to punish them for falling asleep while on guard. It was none of their business or Kunzite's that Endymion had helped them along with a small spell.

Endymion's breath caught at the sight of the silver-haired general asleep against black silk sheets. He seemed a statue made of alabaster, too beautiful to be real, and too perfect to touch. Endymion's plans for Kunzite underwent a sudden change as he drank in the sight of the pale skin, the bulging perfection of the muscles, and the firm curve of Kunzite's backside, outlined by the black silk.

With a whispered word, Endymion bound Kunzite, spread-eagled, to the four posts of his massive bed. He approached carefully, knowing that Kunzite must be awake.

"Come now, Kunzite, don't play games," Endymion said. "It's not polite to keep a man waiting, you know."

"Endymion," Kunzite growled. "You are overstepping yourself." He didn't understand why he felt frightened, but he was not going to show that before his hated rival. With Zoisite around, nothing like this ever would have happened. Zoisite would not have permitted it.

"I don't think so," Endymion said. He grasped the edge of the sheet and began drawing it away from Kunzite's body slowly, savoring each revealed inch of skin.

"You are beautiful," Endymion breathed. "Not as beautiful as Zoisite was, but you are beautiful. I have sampled every other beauty the Dark Kingdom holds, even the Queen. Now, Kunzite, I will have you."

"Never!" Kunzite bellowed, straining against the binding. Endymion laughed.

"I never said you had a choice," he said. "Now, if you're a good boy, I'll do this properly. If you're a bad boy, I'll just take what I want, no matter how much I hurt you." He smiled as Kunzite growled again, then ran his hand down the strong, well-muscled back and over one hard buttock, which twitched under his hand.

"Good boy," Endymion said. He summoned a jar to his hand and dipped his fingers into the contents. He delved his lubricated fingers into the crack between Kunzite's cheeks, seeking the puckered opening he knew was there.

When he found it, he spread lubricant generously, then lubricated two of his fingers again and thrust them in as far as they would go.

To Endymion's disappointment, Kunzite did not scream. The invasion wrung no more than a muffled groan from the Ice King, and an involuntary clenching of the buttocks. Endymion smiled as he withdrew his fingers. Soon, he would hear more from Kunzite than a groan.

With a thought, Endymion was as naked as Kunzite, and Kunzite was raised and rotated so that he floated level with Endymion's hips. The binding spell manipulated Kunzite's body, despite his straining to remain immobile, until his legs were bent and spread, exposing him to Endymion's lustful gaze.

"I would not have believed it, Kunzite," Endymion said as he ran his fingers up the inside of Kunzite's legs and positioned himself between the man's legs, the head of his shaft barely pressing at his entrance. "You are giving me the impression that you never allowed your little rat the same liberties that you took with him so often. Did you never let him . . . no, of course you didn't. You were in control there. Well, I am in control here."

With the last word, Endymion thrust into Kunzite, sheathing himself fully in the other man. Kunzite cried out, not a scream of pain or fear, but a shout of anger.

Throwing caution to the winds, Endymion began pumping as hard and as fast as he could, punishing Kunzite for his refusal to yield, for his devotion to Zoisite, and for Endymion's desire for him.

Before he thought it was possible, Endymion felt himself explode, spurting into the platinum-haired general, who had remained silent after the first shout. Once the high from arousal passed, he felt a tingle of increased power and realized that he had taken more than possession of Kunzite's body from him; he had taken some energy as well. Kunzite hung limp in his binding spell, barely conscious.

With a hard bark of a laugh, Endymion pulled himself from the general's body, cleaned and dressed himself, and then released the bindings, allowing Kunzite to drop unceremoniously to the surface of the bed.

"That was quite satisfying, Kunzite," he said harshly. "We must do this again. I'm sure it will get better for you." Endymion turned and left the room, his cape fluttering in his wake, headed for his quarters.

When he reached his private apartments, he barely made it to a basin before he retched, somehow sickened by the events of the past half hour.

***** ***** *****

I am a man who will fight for your honor

I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of

We'll live forever

Knowing together that we

Did it all for the glory of love

Zoisite silently appeared in Endymion's private quarters, without his usual flurry of sakura petals. He had felt every moment of Kunzite's rape, feeling the anger, fear, humiliation, and revulsion that his lover felt. Endymion was not going to get away with this.

Carefully, he poured a liquid into the pillow right next to Endymion's face. It was a strong elixir whose vapors would keep the prince asleep, no matter what happened. Endymion would never know this was not a dream, but he would feel the effects of it for days.

With a wave of his hand, Zoisite removed the covers from the sleeping prince and the clothing from himself. How dare this human think he was better than Kunzite! Zoisite would teach him that there were more things to fear in the Dark Kingdom than he thought.

Quickly, Zoisite used his magics to fold Endymion's legs under him so that the ebony-haired prince's buttocks were elevated. Zoisite then knelt behind him, positioned himself, and sheathed himself in Endymion in one vicious thrust that tore a scream from the sleeping man.

"How dare you!" Zoisite raged, punctuating each word with another thrust into Endymion's abused body. "You are not fit to wipe Kunzitosama's boots, much less touch him in some other manner! You will meet with him privately when you wake, and you will beg his forgiveness for your presumption! If he wants something from you, he will take it, you worthless human!"

Zoisite pulled out, unable to continue. His anger usually made him hard as stone, but coupled with Kunzite's pain, he was barely erect. Still, he had taught Endymion a lesson that he would not soon forget.

To make certain that Endymion never learned the truth, Zoisite materialized a pillow identical to the one that was on the bed, and switched the two with some deft levitation. He took the drugged pillow with him, knowing that if Endymion overstepped himself again, he might need it.

***** ***** *****

Endymion groaned as he pulled himself out of the depths of sleep. He ached in several places. His arms and legs ached from what he had done to Kunzite the day before. His stomach ached from throwing up afterwards. Now, his rear ached like he had been the victim, not the aggressor.

He had the strangest dream . . . .

It had been frightening and painful. Zoisite's ghost had returned and taken revenge on him for what he had done. What could he do, now? His magics were paltry compared to Kunzite. Zoisite had been close to Kunzite in power. A ghost usually had more power than a mortal of any kind.

From his dream, Zoisite's voice echoed in his head, telling him to apologize privately to Kunzite. Apologize to Kunzite? Ridiculous! He had done nothing to apologize for! In the Dark Kingdom, you took what you wanted, no regrets. Besides, he wasn't likely to do anything like that again, anytime soon.

***** ***** *****

Alone in his quarters, Kunzite reflected on how he had come to be a general of the Dark Kingdom, and tried to imagine anything different. He could not. Zoisite, his aisuru, his little rat, his sakura, meant more to him than anything. He loved him completely, and would do anything for that love, even leave behind the life he had always known.

It had been a long time since Kunzite had thought about what he had left behind.

His prince, Endymion, was strong and fair, with blue-black hair and sapphire eyes. Endymion had turned his back on his own planet partner because of his love of the Moon Princess, Serenity. Kunzite remembered how surprised everyone had been.

His guard partner, Sailor Venus, Minako, was the one who everyone had believed to be the other love of his life. Minako would not have understood choosing love over duty, even when there truly was no choice. Minako would die first, rather than leave or betray her princess.

Charon, the death knight, Kunzite's occasional lover, had been the first warrior that Kunzite had killed in Metallia's service. The Black Queen had desperately coveted the satellite warrior with the power over shadows, and either way he would no longer be Sailor Sol's advisor and guard. Charon had refused the Black Queen's offer, as had his other lover, Sailor Calypso. Kunzite and Zoisite had killed them at the same time, permitting the lovers to remain together forever.

Last but not least, his other love, Sailor Sol, Hoshiko. She was possessed of the red-gold hair, gold eyes, and truly frightening solar power. Hoshiko, the warleader, who had stood against them on the moon, and unleashed her ultimate attack against him. He remembered the look on her face. She had felt his betrayal personally, and was trapped in her responsibilities as warleader, when all she wanted to do anymore was die. The only one keeping her there was the knight of Saturn, who died with his partner before she did. She finally did die, in the Final Strike with her twin, staring directly into his eyes as she exploded with the power of the sun.

He had chosen the man who was now Zoisite over them. He loved Zoisite more than anything. He knew Hoshiko would understand the power that love held over him. He only hoped that one day, the rest of them would understand that he and Zoisite had done everything for love.

***** ***** *****

In Metallia's fortress, Zoisite stared at a picture of himself and Kunzite, remembering how they had found one another on Earth during the Silver Millennium. They had been happy as Endymion's guards, and even happier with the lovers they had met. For Zoisite, it was sometimes the memories that threatened to break his resolve, and return to Earth forever.

The first person on his mind was Endymion. He had sworn to protect and follow his prince always, and he had betrayed that promise.

He did not like remembering his guard partner, Sailor Mercury, Umeno. She had always accepted him as he was, and never asked him to be different. Her intellect had mitigated his impulsiveness and temper. They had vowed that they would never abandon each other. He had broken that vow as well.

Finally, there was Sailor Terra, Akari, to occupy his mind. Akari's quiet steadfast ways had been the perfect counter when Umeno was not around. Sailor Mercury could be cold but was too kindhearted for her own good. Sailor Terra had the cold detachment like Kunzite that Zoisite wished he could attain. Zoisite knew that she had turned to the knight of Mercury when he had followed Kunzite. He had known it in that last battle on the moon. He had cut Mercury's throat for attacking Kunzite, and for touching Terra.

They would probably never understand. Zoisite had fought Sailor Mercury, and she had given no sign of remembering him. He remembered her, though. On one of his forays to Earth, he had followed her, and watched her at night through her bedroom window. Sailor Terra had yet to appear in her empowered state. Perhaps Akari would understand. He had done it for Kunzite. He had betrayed them all for the man he loved.

We'll live forever

Knowing together that we

Did it all for the glory of love

We did it all for love

FIN
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