In Exchange

A/N: Again, much thanks to my beta, Laienzoi.

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As he walked down the long hall, Jadeite knew he had to do something to get Beryl-sama's approval. He would do anything to please her, and killing the Sailor Senshi would certainly do that. But how to find them?

Since Zoisite had awakened, he had done nothing but play that damned piano, but it was more than that. He could work certain spells through the instrument, and it was one in particular that Jadeite was interested in. Soul Flight.

He knew his chances of getting Zoisite's help for free were slim to none. Jadeite had not known Zoisite long, but it was long enough to know that the Tennou did not give out things for free. He would have to pay, and he was willing to do that. Anything for Beryl-sama.

As he approached the door to the piano room, he could hear the music coming from inside. The door was never locked, at least never when Jadeite had wanted to enter, and it opened with a small squeak.

That squeak was enough to cause Zoisite to stop playing and turn his head in the direction of the noise. Jadeite closed the door behind him and approached the piano slowly. “I need a favour.”

Zoisite turned back to his playing, almost ignoring the youngest of the Shitennou. “I am trying to go to where Sailor V is,” was his way of saying, 'I'm busy, go away.'

Jadeite slammed his hand down on the upper register of the keyboard. “Listen to me! I need to defeat the Sailor Senshi!”

Zoisite smirked as he played a scale up to where Jadeite's hand rested. “Desperate, are we?”

He didn't want to admit it, not when he already knew the price he would be paying, so he said nothing.

“Hmm,” Zoisite said, his suspicions confirmed. “You know I don't do 'favours'. What do you have to offer in return?”

Jadeite knew going into this that he had only one thing that Zoisite would be at all interested in. He took a step back from the piano and waited for Zoisite to look at him again. When he did, Jadeite watched as his gray eyes moved from his own down his body, and then back up, as if to inspect the offered goods. “You'll do.”

Slowly, Zoisite brought the key cover down, then proceeded to remove his gloves, pulling at each finger in turn. The gloves were laid on the piano and then he stood, kicking the bench he had just been sitting at behind him and away from the piano.

Jadeite jumped a bit at the sudden movement and noise the bench made as it skidded across the floor. 'Damn it.' The last thing he needed to show now was anything resembling fear.

Zoisite approached him slowly, his face expressionless. This lack of emotion was unsettling, Jadeite found. He had been expecting a sadistic grin at least, that might have been better even. Instead, nothing.

Something cold touched his cheek, Zoisite's hand. Why was his touch so cold? It made Jadeite shiver.

“Don't worry,” a soft voice whispered, “I'm not going to simply use you and toss you aside. You'll get something out of this as well.”

Jadeite could feel Zoisite's soft white hair brushing the side of his face as he spoke. Following that, Zoisite's lips and tongue grazed his neck, with the occasional nip of teeth. Jadeite drew a shaky breath at the latter, not wanting to admit to himself that he liked it.

“See?”

A thought occurred to Jadeite then, as unlikely as it was, he didn't want anyone else to be walking into the piano room at this time. “The door...”

“What?” Zoisite asked, looking up from the first clasp of Jadeite's jacket which he had been in the process of undoing. “Afraid of Nephrite seeing you in the throes of passion?”

Jadeite looked away, partly because Zoisite had hit the nail on the head. “Please.”

“Very well.” He extended an arm towards the door and, had Jadeite been looking, he would have seen it glow a pale blue for a moment before fading. Instead he simply felt the energies in the room change and he knew Zoisite had done as he had asked. No one would be entering unannounced.

Jadeite was pressed up against the corner of the piano, the edge of it digging into his back. It hurt, but he didn't want to move, not until he knew what Zoisite was going to do.

He didn't bother with the remaining clasps of Jadeite's jacket, just enough to gain better access to his neck. Just as Zoisite pushed the fabric aside, something stopped him. Jadeite had almost forgotten and mentally chided himself, not that those marks could have been avoided.

“Someone beat me to it, I see,” was the comment. Pulling back, Zoisite looked down at the younger man curiously. Jadeite looked off to the side, wanting to avoid the gaze. “You don't seem like Nephrite's type,” he continued. “Beryl-sama?”

Jadeite couldn't help but smirk, the memory of that night, knowing that he had been the only one she allowed into her bed. He wasn't going to lose that, not to Nephrite.

“You should have told me, I would have made sure I didn't leave any other marks.” Zoisite had maintained his proximity, and now pressed his leg up against Jadeite's groin, resulting in a low groan from the man. “I'm not sure she would agree to you being here with me, like this...”

His hands were swift, and managed the buttons on Jadeite's pants almost before Jadeite even realized what he was doing. He slipped a hand inside and stroked Jadeite's length with a firm grasp.

As difficult as it was, Jadeite held his tongue. Zoisite wasn't exactly being gentle, but he was used to it, preferred it even. 'That's not why I'm here,' he reminded himself. “I'm here... to get your help... against the Sailor Senshi... so that I can... better serve... Beryl-sama,” he said in reply to Zoisite's last comment.

“Of course.” Without warning, Zoisite removed his hand and spun Jadeite around quickly so that he faced the piano. Jadeite found himself bent over slightly with his hands on the key cover for support. Zoisite stood behind him, and the fact that he was out of sight made Jadeite nervous.

His pants fell to the floor and he felt Zoisite's hands on him, the fingers of one hand exploring his entrance. “Relax,” Zoisite instructed before he slid one of the fingers inside. It was slick, Jadeite noted, and slid in and out easily.

Zoisite added a second finger and Jadeite gritted his teeth. “I said, 'relax',” came the soft voice from behind him.

“I'm trying,” Jadeite retorted. He heard Zoisite sigh softly then continued to prepare him for what was next. Eventually Jadeite was able to get somewhat used to this sensation.

“That's better.” Zoisite removed his fingers and Jadeite heard him unbuttoning his own pants before feeling that pressure behind him again. “If you don't relax, this is going to hurt a lot more than it needs to.”

Jadeite closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He felt Zoisite's grip tightened on his hips as he pushed himself forward.

It hurt, but pain was nothing new for Jadeite, in or out of the bedroom. This was just a new kind of pain and it was something he could endure for Beryl-sama.

But the pain didn't last long, and when Zoisite's hand returned to finish what he had started earlier, the pain was replaced with pleasure. Zoisite ran his hand along Jadeite's erect member in time with his thrusts and Jadeite soon found himself moving with Zoisite. It felt good, and he began to forget what he had originally come here for.

The pace quickened and it was no longer gentle, if it could ever have been called that. Jadeite gasped when Zoisite suddenly picked up speed, but was able to match it. He reached a hand forward in search of something better to grip and accidentally knocked a few pieces of music off the stand. Zoisite didn't seem to notice or care and Jadeite managed to grab the top edge of the instrument.

He could feel that brink approaching and realized that Beryl-sama had been the only other one to bring him to this point. 'Am I betraying her, for enjoying this?' he wondered briefly before the thought was washed away in a wave of pleasure. He was barely aware that Zoisite's grip on hips had tightened and that he too gave a short cry, thrusting one last time before they were both left gasping for breath.

After a moment, Jadeite felt Zoisite back away from him and he slowly righted himself. Almost as soon as he thought of it, Jadeite noticed that Zoisite had used his magic to clean up after both of them, not to mention straighten out his uniform and replace the piano bench. Jadeite quickly redid the buttons and clasps of his own uniform then awaited instruction.

Zoisite sat and organized his music. “I'll send your spirit to when Sailor Moon is,” he said, acting almost as if nothing had happened between them.