A Dress Rehearsal

Summary: Zoisite and Kunzite have a plan to get the rainbow crystals, and are practicing for it. Unfortunately (or fortunately), Kunzite takes a minor detour with rather ...creative results.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters; this fic is not for sale or profit.

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So far so good.

The strawberry-blond Shitennou flew above the buildings, his lean legs pouncing from roof to roof with ease. He was dressed in a loose green shirt and black jeans, as a normal human being to avoid mortal attention.

After all, they were supposed to be subtle…

It was a cold, cloudy day by the seashore. Among here, Zoisite was jumping from building to building and from warehouse to warehouse, timing himself from the bank. He and Kunizte-sama were practicing a bit of a run-through of their latest plan; a dress rehearsal, if it were.

Arriving in front of an abandoned warehouse with an open door and in front of a large crane, Zoisite came to a stop. Kunzite-sama, however, was nowhere in sight, and Zoisite briefly looked at his watch. Under three minutes and two seconds. That should be good.

Beyond this point, however, Zoisite had little idea as to what he was supposed to do. The eldest of the Shitennou had only instructed that Zoisite should time himself from leaving a bank nearby to this dark alleyway. He was to wait in front of this warehouse, pretending to be a decoy hero in their plan, waiting for “an evil Dark Kingdom general” to take him captive. Then, according to the plan, fake-hero-Zoisite was to be taken captive, and used as a trap to lure Sailor Moon to them. Zoisite thought the plan was fairly decent; let the stupid brat’s compassion be her downfall.

He was considering finding Kunzite to ask him what was going on when suddenly he was grabbed from behind. Immediately, Zoisite conjured an ice crystal in his hand in self-defense, but before he was able, a damp cloth was placed over his nose and mouth, and within ten seconds, Zoisite fell limp, and darkness swallowed him.

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When Zoisite awoke, all he could see was blackness. He raised his head groggily, and tried to blink his eyes, but then realized that there was something covering them. Once he realized he was blindfolded, he began to fight, but also found that his arms were now secured his above him, tied with strong rope. Only his legs were untied, but his feet were cold, and his shirt felt more open than usual.

“Ah, you’re awake,” he heard a rich, smooth voice said. “I knew it wouldn’t take too long.”

Immediately, Zoisite straightened and he stood still, trying to hear where the voice was coming from. He recognized it immediately, but at the same time, he was baffled at what was going on. The demonstration…?

A finger was laid on his lips and jerked back a little, unsure as to what was going on. A hand cupped his cheek gently but firmly and guided up a little. He could only assume that the man was now standing in front of him, and was taller. Zoisite recognized the touch of the fingers too, but for this to be happening…

“What a beautiful creature you are,” he heard the soft, distant whisper, “…such a shame for you to fall into the hands of the Dark Kingdom.”

Despite himself, Zoisite’s heart began to beat quite loudly inside his chest. His breathing began to become somewhat shallow as he felt that hand leave his cheek to slide into his hair, stroking it slowly. A thumb grazed his arched neck, making him shudder.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” Zoisite whispered.

He felt the other draw slowly towards him, and felt that familiar hand cup the back fo his head, drawing them closer, almost for a kiss. He felt breath upon his lips, felt the warmth of another body an inch away from him.

A hand drifted from stroking his cheek to sliding idly down his shirt. It grazed over his left nipple as it passed, and Zoisite bit back a whimper as he arched his back automatically. Then the hand slid onto his hip, and finally, just barely, his slowly awakening arousal.

The touch was so brief but it sent a wild jolt through him. Zoisite knew only one man who could bring forth such desires within him, and his heart started thumping excitedly when he felt those lips brush against his ever so softly.

“Whatever I want,” was the reply.

Suddenly his hips were gripped tightly, and pushed hard against something. Zoisite cried out immediately and bucked, feeling another’s arousal pressing hard into his. He writhed against the other but soon the other man shoved him away, and Zoisite collapsed into his bindings, panting heavily. He heard the other walk behind him, then wrap his arms around his waist, a hand slowly sliding along his crotch. Zoisite whimpered again and shuddered delightfully.

“N-No,” he choked out, when he felt that hand cup him and slowly rubbed and agonizingly slow thumb up his arousal. “O-Oh god…”

“No?” he heard the other reply. “ ‘No, I don’t want this’ or ‘No, go faster?’” The hot breath tickled his ear as the hand slowly slid up and down on him, bringing him to full erection even encased in his tight pants. “Strange,” he heard the other chuckle, “ …most heroes would be trembling in fear at being caught in the hands of a Dark Kingdom general…but you seem to be trembling in ecstasy .” Another slow, hard stroke, and Zoisite cried out loudly, bucking into it. A smug, rich chuckle. “I expected you to fight me, not for this to be so easy…”

Immediately, Zoisite snapped to attention. He picked up on the hints, and almost pouted. He hadn’t wanted to fight, not like this.

He struggled a little, yanking on the cords that bound him. He felt those strong arms leave from his waist to holding his legs apart so they would not kick, but also inadvertently held him bent over as his legs were forced apart wider. His erection was pressed so tightly into his pants that it was almost unbearable.

“Hmph,” he heard the man behind him almost chuckle. “You’re not impressing me, little hero. I assumed heroes would be able to put up even somewhat of a fight, or are you perhaps a slut under your disguise?”

Hearing that, Zoisite immediately flared and snapped upright. As hard as he could, he swung his left leg back in strong back kick. A hand came up to block it, and a hand twisted around his ankle and swung it to one side. Instantly Zoisite lost his balance and he fell, the cords around his wrist yanking him abruptly and his arms screamed in pain. He heard the stranger leave, disappearing, before reappearing in front of him.

“Is that all you have to offer?”

Despite himself, Zoisite’s chest rose up and down heavily as he regained his breath. “Go to hell,” he snapped, genuinely feeling hurt and annoyed. Wh—What…why had he said such a thing? Zoisite knew that this was just a demonstration, a game, a run-through, b-but all the same…how could he say that?

A hand cupped his chin and raised his head up. He tried to glare in the general direction of his perpetrator, but found it difficult to look intimidating while one was blindfolded. A finger stroked his lips and he tried to nip at it, but it drew back, knowing him well.

“What fire,” he heard the distant whisper, “what potential. You can be a strong opponent. The Dark Kingdom might actually be concerned about you…” He stroked the cheek with his thumb. “But no matter. I shall make you submit, for the Dark Kingdom always prevails.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Zoisite snapped back, yanking his face away from the warm hand that invited him. Immediately he conjured up an ice crystal in his hand and went about to saw off his bonds, but a hand grabbed his wrist and twisted it a little, forcing him to let it go. A hand gripped his hip and he tried to slam his knee into the man but again the man blocked it.

“On the contrary, I’d rather fuck you,” he heard the whisper. Despite himself, Zoisite felt himself be aroused beyond what he thought he was capable of, and he groaned lowly in frustration. “So you don’t want it,” he voice whispered, hot and deep into his ear. “No matter, I’ll soon make your chastity into want and desire…if you can hold out that long.” A finger left his knee and stroked his erection. “The ‘good guys’ are always so innocent and virginal…it only makes it even better when the ‘bad guys’ win.”

He then left Zoisite, who was still fighting at his bonds. Inside, damnit, he wanted this so bad, but at the same time, that comment still stung. He tried to conjure up some fire, tried to teleport, anything, but to his horror, he found that none of his magic worked.

“I’ve enabled a shield that will not allow you to do any magic,” he heard the deep voice said behind him. “You may be a fairly strong fighter, but you are still no match for me.”

Zoisite straightened again and pulled at his bonds, trying to find the knot so he could pick at it and hopefully free himself somehow. His logic wasn’t thinking straight; he knew he was at a horrible disadvantage but his temper was getting the best of him.

“If you keep on trying so hard you’ll tire yourself out,” the voice drawled smugly.

Zoisite kept on ignoring the voice until he began to feel something stroking his ankles. He froze for a second, trying to determined what it was, but before he could realize it, coarse rope bound his ankles and anchored him to the floor. As his legs were pulled out wide, leaving him completely exposed, he felt his feet touch something at the sides; rings. Cold metal rings. So that’s where his ankles were bound to.

Behind him, he heard the arrogant laugh, but despite himself Zoisite loved the sound of it. He could be angry and he could be upset, but that rich voice always had an effect on him. He rarely heard it; it was mostly a silent smirk, or a soft chuckle, but Zoisite had always loved to see his man in action, so strong, so formidable. The arrogant laugh only sounded well-deserved and damn sexy when he heard it against him.

“Completely helpless,” he heard the voice murmur, as the laugh faded away into something Zoisite could barely dare discern as awe, “…but all the more beautiful when you are. You are fiery and stubborn, little hero. I like it.” He heard the man step up to him, and could feel the soft breath on his face as he felt those eyes gaze at his, an inch apart. “But you’re still no match for me.”

Zoisite tried to stall his racing heart. His face flushed a little from the underlying compliments, and he tried to reassure himself that this was, after all, once again, just a demonstration. His man was merely playing a part, a part that Zoisite had to admit was rather attractive. His lover had always been such a gentle man during their sex, or if not gentle, at least very considerate. Zoisite kind of liked this change, and he liked it a lot.

“And who are you?” Zoisite asked, trying to make his voice sound breathy and innocent, but also forced and challenging, as a hero would. He’d play his part like a good little subordinate.

Footsteps. He could almost feel the presence of the man change; growing from subtle and quiet to full and commanding. So strong and admirable, such power and strength.

“I am Lord Kunzite, of the Dark Kingdom,” he heard the beautiful voice say, “and you will address me as such.”

Zoisite shuddered a little. He could almost see it now; his beautiful commander, standing before him, shoulders squared and face stern and eyes – oh god, such beautiful eyes – gazing at him in their piercing way. He imagined those eyes undressing him, revealing their lust, but that face never fazing, calm and cold and collected as always. It made his pants feel like torture garments as his arousal grew even more cramped under his tight jeans.

“Never,” Zoisite lied, faking his part, his heart screaming at this. “Fuck you.”

He heard footsteps click up to him, and he tensed. He had never disobeyed Kunzite-sama ever, even in a game. How would his commander punish him? Kunzite-sama had never been one for physical punishment, preferring to just stick Zoisite in a locked room or even a dungeon should his temper get the best of him. But even Zoisite rarely experienced that; he had always been Kunzite-sama’s good little student, or as best as he could be.

“What did you say?” The voice was so soft, so dangerous. Zoisite knew that voice. It was a “I am displeased with a youma” voice, and Zoisite shuddered again, this time a bit of fear running through him. He did not fear Kunzite-sama, oh god no, not his wonderful commander, but that voice was still ever so cold, and Zoisite knew that the punishment would be intense when Kunzite used such a voice.

“I-I said,” Zoisite tried again, although his voice wavered, “…fuck you.”

Slap.

Underneath his blindfold, Zoisite’s eyes widened as his face fell to one side. His heart nearly froze. H-Had Kunzite-sama just …slapped him?

And the slap itself…not enough to bruise, god barely even enough to hurt….but it was so cold, so emotionless. Zoisite almost felt himself tearing up, his lip trembling. Kunzite-sama had never hit him before. The game, Zoisite told himself, it was just for a game…
“You have balls,” he heard Kunzite drawl coldly, “for a helpless hero who is alone with a Dark Kingdom general. For that I must admire you. However…” He felt a slow, gentle finger on his reddening cheek, and Zoisite tried his best to hide his sniffle; in Kunzite-speak, this usually meant that Kunzite was apologizing. “I do not want to mar such beauty before me. Know that if you disobey me again, I will show you no mercy. So be a good boy and behave for me.”

Again, Zoisite tried his best to stifle a sniffle, and he felt the gloved hand cup his cheek so gently. Kunzite-speak, Zoisite knew, for asking some understanding and patience. Zoisite knew his commander, and decided to show just how tough he could be, how rough his commander could be with him. He wasn’t a little boy.

“A little slap isn’t going to fucking kill me,” Zoisite whispered. “ Do your worst.”

The hand dropped and he felt Kunzite step away from him. Zoisite could not see, but he hoped his commander understood. He was willing to play this game, he was willing to do it right. Kunzite-sama didn’t always have to be so gentle and careful with him, he was a man!

“Courage to match the beauty,” he heard Kunzite note softly. “How noble.” He felt the hand once again stroke his cheek, and it slipped into his hair, unravelling it from its loose tie. “I want you to submit, you little hero, but I don’t want you to be broken. You are fiery, passionate, devoted.” He felt Kunzite step up to him, their erections barely grazing. Zoisite choked back a cry and writhed in his binds. “I want you to submit to me…all of you to me. I want you, and all that you possess, to be mine.”

Oh god, Zoisite thought desperately, oh god yes!

He felt the fingers grip his hair, and suddenly he was roughly pulled in for a kiss. He immediately opened his mouth on reflex, welcoming that familiar touch, but remembered his role and whimpered and struggled a little back. The ropes made things difficult though, as now he was completely exposed to his perpetrator, and Kunzite seemed to be taking full advantage of that. A hand gripped Zoisite’s balls roughly and he bucked, crying out, tearing his lips away and throwing his head back.

“So hard already,” he heard Kunzite note. “Perhaps I’ll give you what you want if you be a good little boy. What’s my name?”

The voice was so damn coy. Zoisite’s legs were shaking as he tried to hold himself back from humping Kunzite’s hand.

“I don’t know.”

The fingers closed in on his balls, and Zoisite winced a little at the tightness.

“Wrong answer.”

Suddenly his pants were ripped apart, exposing his crotch. Zoisite’s heart shot back up to racing; with little effort the Dark Kingdom general ripped his jeans apart and shoved them off his hips, exposing his tight little ass.

Cold air washed over his hot arousal and Zoisite flushed a little with embarrassment. Yes, his master had seen him naked before, but Zoisite could only guess where they were, and the new surroundings made him uncomfortable. What if others were watching? He knew Kunzite-sama would never do such a thing, but as far as Zoisite could tell, this was not the Dark Kingdom. For all he knew, it could be a rather public place, even though his logic told him otherwise. All in all, he felt unusually exposed now.

He heard the Lord of the Dark Kingdom murmur his approval and slowly stroke up and down. Zoisite’s breath hitched and he tried to buck into the hand, but Kunzite immediately wrapped his fingers around the base and tightened. A frustrated cry came from Zoisite’s lips and he wanted to cry. His arousal was so strong it hurt so bad.
“It will be removed once I am satisfied with your obedience,” he heard Kunzite said coldly as he felt something wrapping around the base of his erection. “What’s wrong?” he heard Kunzite ask coyly, “Did the little hero want something?”

Tears of frustration and want came to Zoisite’s eyes, but oh god was this so amazingly hot!

“I wanted…nothing,” he lied again through gritted teeth. To his frustration Kunzite laughed again, and this time he felt the fingers leaving his erection and stroking his hair instead.

“A lie, I suspect,” Kunzite drawled, his voice echoing his smirk. “It isn’t nice to lie, little hero. If I catch you in it, I’ll have no choice but to punish you again.” He slowly walked behind Zoisite, and quickly grabbed the hips, shoving Zoisite’s naked ass against his own erection. Zoisite moaned despite himself as he felt Kunzite’s hot and hard shaft between his cheeks.

Kunzite paused, and Zoisite trembled, his knees shaking a little. He wasn’t sure how long he could last like this.

“As I thought,” Kunzite finally said, one had reaching up Zoisite’s chest and fiddling with a nipple, “you do want this. If not this, then perhaps something a little more…innocent?” The finger stroked Zoisite’s nipple under his shirt, so innocently and lightly. Tears leaked out as Zoisite bit his lip from crying out loud; Kunzite knew just where to touch him to make his body scream for ecstasy.

“Tell me you want it,” he heard Kunzite whisper in his ear. “I know you do.”

Oh how badly did Zoisite want to scream yes, yes he did, he wanted it and he wanted more and he wanted it so badly he’d do anything! His brain was malfunctioning, however, with his throbbing ache between his legs and Kunzite’s erection pressed against his cheeks and that damn finger toying with his nipple like some sort of plaything, Zoisite couldn’t find his voice.

A pinch, and a slight twist. Zoisite cried out.

“Tell me you want it.”

But Zoisite’s brain would not function, his knees beginning to bend as he just reached forward some more to continue being in that delightful hand that played with his nipple. Or perhaps he just liked being bent forward; it made him inadvertently present his ass ever so enticingly.

The finger left his nipple, and Zoisite whined.

“Say, ‘Yes Lord Kunzite’,” he heard his master command.

Zoisite willed his brain to work. He wanted to say “Yes Lord Kunzite, anything Lord Kunzite, I’ll be your whore forever Lord Kunzite,” but he knew he couldn’t.

“….No…?”

Behind him, Lord Kunzite of the Dark Kingdom tsked.

“You’re going to need a lot more discipline, little one,” Kunzite said. Then he spanked Zoisite.

Immediately Zoisite jolted, having not expected this, but Kunzite did not break his steady pattern as his hand fell again on Zoisite’s backside. Again Zoisite jerked, but with each slap his body was jolted with adrenaline and ecstasy; it was turning him on so bad, turning him on that his master was “disciplining” him, that he was so rough with him. It gave Zoisite such a delightful twist that when he screamed it was one of pleasure, as his cheeks grew warm from the repeated slappings.

“I won’t stop until you respond properly,” Kunzite said, over the mechanical slapping. Zoisite began to choke out tears as the pain mixed in with the pleasure, surging through his body and jerking him in their grip. His legs shook as he struggled to keep himself upright.

“Harder?” Kunzite asked, when he would not respond. He gave Zoisite a particularly hard spanking and Zoisite snapped his back, sticking his ass out like some wanton whore and pushing his chest out, nipples erect.

“Ah!” Zoisite cried out when his body shook from the force of the blow. “St-stop!” His erection was getting so hard, so hard it was screaming in pain. “P-please, stop.”

He could almost hear Kunzite smirking.

“Stop….?” The slaps began to be feather light, teasing. His ass was sore now, but Zoisite was still panting in pleasure and want.

``P-please stop…L-Lord…Kunzite.”

He had been dying to say that name since the game began.

Just when his legs began to feel like jelly, the hand finally left and stopped. Exhausted, Zoisite sank against his bonds, and he shuddered as his body continued to ripple from the experience of it all.

He felt arms around his waist, lifting him slightly so that he wasn’t straining his arms so badly. He felt the hard chest, the warm breath, the comfort of his lover behind him. Tears streaked down his cheeks, but they were tears of indescribable pleasure.


“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He felt Kunzite whisper into his ear. “Good boy.”

He was rewarded with a sweet, gentle kiss on his cheek, and a hot lick up his neck. Zoisite immediately arched his back and cried out deliciously, writhing against Kunzite. Hands left and began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest to the cold minute by minute. When he reached the last button, Kunzite paused, then suddenly ripped the shirt into two. Zoisite cried out and gasped, face flushing as his skin became more and more exposed.

“Ah!”

Behind him, Kunzite chuckled, and after kissing Zoisite again on the cheek, he slowly eased the smaller male onto his knees. The younger man faintly realized that the ropes that held him up were lowering; no doubt they were actually either connected to some cable or were simply lowering him by magic. Zoisite wasn’t sure. His knees hit concrete and he cried out again, this time in some pain. His elbows bent and his arms came to a rest behind his head.

He heard footsteps once more, and Kunzite left his spot behind him to return to the front. In anticipation, Zoisite licked his dry lips, heart pounding.

“So you already know what’s in store,” he heard Kunzite murmur. “Good boy. Come get your reward now.”

Zoisite could only blink, once again, his brain not functioning. He felt Kunzite slip a gentle hand on his throat, and his eyes widened when he realized something had materialized there. It was soft, but wide, and it had a buckle from which something hung…

“A-A collar?” Zoisite whimpered. Kunizte-sama had never used something like that before; Zoisite’s devotion was never questioned.

All the same, it felt pretty damn hot to be Kunzite’s boytoy.

He felt whatever dragged on the floor tug; from the sound of it, Zoisite could only assume it was a chain. It made him feel more and more helpless, with his erection hanging in the open and his ass exposed and his chest nearly naked. His head was pulled a little forward and he whimpered again.

“P-Please, not the collar,” Zoisite whispered, though this was a lie. “I…I don’t want…I’m not …”

“A Dark Kingdom toy?” Kunzite finished. “It’s useless to fight me, as you very well know. The Dark Kingdom does whatever it wishes, and if I want you helpless like this, there’s nothing you can do.” He felt a hand graze his cheek, almost affectionately. “You’re mine now, remember?”

I was always yours, Zoisite whispered in his head. And I always will be. He felt the chain tug again, and he swallowed a little, being a good little boy and pretending his part well.

“I…don’t want this,” he lied again, cracking his voice so that it sounded as though it were on the verge of tears.

“What you want doesn’t matter,” Kunzite replied coldly. “What is my name?”

Another tug, this time much more forceful and Zoisite was forced to raise his hanging head to look up in his captor’s direction. Zoisite whimpered again and he shook his head, silently begging for mercy.

“I said,” and this time Kunzite’s voice was so cold, it was felt like ice shredding through him, “…my name, little hero?”

Zoisite moaned softly, his erection still rock-hard.

“L-Lord Kunzite,” Zoisite whispered.

“And you are…?”

Zoisite had to think a little on this one. But at least he didn’t have to lie.

“…Yours, Lord Kunzite.”

A pause. “Good boy,” he finally heard Kunzite breathe. “Now come here and get your reward.”

Trembling in anticipation, Zoisite shuffled a little closer to wherever he felt Kunzite was. He stopped when he felt a hand on his head, and he blindly pushed his face in the general direction and was met with the coarse fabric of the Shitennou uniforms. A hand was placed under his chin and guided him to Kunzite’s crotch; once his lips briefly touched the skin of the hard erection that was presented before him, Zoisite whimpered and obediently opened his mouth. The organ was shoved in as soon as it was able, and Zoisite grunted a little, relaxing his throat as he took the whole thing into his mouth.

Screw the role-playing, Zoisite wanted to make Kunzite call out his name now.

He moved his head up and down a little, as much as the collar and the hand on the back of his head would allow. He moaned a little when Kunzite gave a bit of a rough shove, his throat constricting automatically at the intrusion. After regaining a bit of breath, Zoisite continued to move up and down on the erection.

“Hmn,” he heard Kunzite say. Kunzite-sama was rarely vocal during their love making, so Zoisite knew he was doing very well. Either that or Kunzite-sama was exceptionally impatient today.

He gave the organ a long, tender suck, before licking the head of it and rubbing his cheek against it. The more submissive the better, Zoisite assumed, and he licked it again, dragging his tongue from the base of it to the top once more, before consuming it again. This time Kunzite’s hips bucked his way, and Zoisite immediately relaxed his throat again to take the organ deep into his mouth.

Another long suck, and then Zoisite changed tactics again, this time licking the underside of it, and nuzzling into Kunzite’s balls with such loving care. He licked them again, each one, before kissing Kunzite’s erection and wrapping his lips around it again. This time, Kunzite shoved him onto his erection none too gently, but Zoisite knew it was only because Kunzite was role-playing and also exceptionally excited today. Perhaps both of them had been harbouring some secret desires to be playing such roles for too long.

Slowly the two of them sped up the pace. Soon Zoisite was bobbing his head up and down Kunzite’s cock, tears leaking from his eyes as his arms began to feel strained. He felt Kunzite’s hand leave his head to grab the back collar of his shirt; some rough magic and the shirt was now shredded to pieces, and Zoisite was left half-naked bobbing on Kunzite’s erection. A grunt from Kunzite and more rough magic sliced through the air, and Zoisite was soon left completely naked.

He whimpered again when he felt the coldness, and his cheeks blushed from being so exposed when he knew that Kunzite was still fully clothed. Since his arms were still above his head, his chest was still arching forward, and his nipples became rigid and tight. His ass began to grow tight as well, hoping to clue in Kunzite what he was ready for.
Just as he felt the muscles of Kunzite’s incredibly hard thighs tighten, he felt Kunzite exit from his mouth. Surprised and exhausted, Zoisite fell forwards, his ass in the air as he fought to regain his breath. He was still blindfolded, so he had no clue as to what Kunzite was doing as he laid on the cold concrete floor, hair askew, looking absolutely pathetic like some submissive, dismal whore. He shuddered like one, his erection still hard as he gulped down breaths of air.

“That was…fairly good,” he heard Kunzite said slowly, his voice still steady as it always was. “I was right, virginal heroes do make a better fuck.”

The dark words tingled Zoisite’s senses, and he shuddered pathetically on the floor in sexual need. He heard Kunzite come close, then crouch as he, although Zoisite could not see it, gazed at Zoisite’s lean, naked and trembling body. A gloved hand reached to stroke Zoisite’s erection tenderly, and Zoisite gave a soft cry, shivering as he laid under Kunzite’s gaze and experienced hand, silently begging to finish him off.

“What a good boy,” Kunzite murmured, gently stroking the organ. “What a good, wonderful boy. Are you a good boy, little hero?”

Zoisite swallowed as his breath hitched for air, trembling on the cold, concrete floor, trying to hold himself back from shoving himself into Kunzite’s hand.

“Y-Yes, Lord Kunzite,” he whimpered.

“Did you like pleasuring me, little hero?”

“Y-Yes, Lord Kunzite.”

“Did you like what I did with you, little hero?”

“Y-Yes, Lord Kunzite.”

A pause, and Kunzite gripped the organ, his hand on the base of Zoisite’s erection where his magical cock ring was still attached.

“What are you, my little hero? Are you mine?”

The younger of the two humbly nodded his head. The hand gripped him tightly and he arched, crying out again like some needful, pitiful slut.

“I…I am yours, Lord Kunzite,” Zoisite whimpered. “You have bested me, Lord Kunzite.”

Although Zoisite did not see it, Kunzite was smiling. He slowly slid the cock ring off, but hovered it over Zoisite’s the head of erection, so Zoisite would know that if he said one thing wrong, it would go right back.

“And what do you want from me now, little hero?” Kunzite whispered.

Breath hitching, Zoisite swallowed weakly, steeling himself for what he was about to say. He had no problem saying it, but he had never said it before, and for anyone else it would be humiliating and degrading, but for him, it was one more way to show just how much he loved his Kunzite-sama.

“I..I want you to …fuck me,” Zoisite whispered, pleaded, begged. “I…want to be your fucktoy, Lord Kunzite.”

He could feel the sexual tension heighten in the room, and Zoisite continued to moan and pant softly as he regained his breath. He licked his lips, trembling still.
“What was it you wanted again?” Kunzite’s voice asked, ever so softly.

Whimpering, Zoisite bit his lip.

“I want you to fuck me,” Zoisite whispered again. “Oh god, please, Lord Kunzite, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

Silence, but Zoisite could no longer feel the ring hovering above his erection. He gave a sigh of relief, then thrust his hips forward, presenting himself as best as he could. Kunzite’s gloved hand slowly closed on it, rubbing it lightly, slowly. Zoisite cried out in bliss and arched his back again.

“Kunzite-sama,” Zoisite gasped, before biting back a moan.

Slowly he felt the chain being tugged, and he slowly struggled onto his arms. The hand left his erection and he groaned in protest. The hand instead caressed up his naked body gently, affectionately, almost lovingly.

“Can you stand?”

Zoisite wondered the same thing, but his legs no longer felt like they could withstand anything any longer. He slowly shook his head, lying on the floor in Kunzite’s arms, trembling as Kunzite then pushed a hand into his hair, stroking the sweat-dampened locks lovingly.

“P-please Kunzaito-sama,” Zoisite pleaded softly, “I’ll do anything.”

A gentle finger was pushed onto his lips, and Zoisite parted them slightly, licking the tip of it. When he heard Kunzite’s voice again, it sounded steady as it always was, but more distant, as though it was mesmerized.

“Let’s get you on your knees then, little one,” Kunzite said. “Come on.”

Nodding desperately, Zoisite fought to push himself onto his knees. His ankles were still tied to the rings, so this was actually quite a formidable task. Thankfully, Kunzite was kind enough to help him. The general took Zoisite’s bound hands and placed them sturdily in front of the younger one, so that he could brace himself.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy,” he felt Kunzite then whisper in his ear, “here’s your reward.”

And the blindfold fell off.

Blinking, Zoisite tried to adjust his eyes, but when they finally came into focus, his eyes widened at what he saw. Before him, Kunzite was slowly stripping off his cape, placing it on a nearby box. They were in a warehouse, no doubt one of the same ones Zoisite had been boredly walked by. This one was full of large but clean boxes, and they were all against the walls and corners anyway. The two of them were in the middle of the dark room, and Zoisite was kneeling in the only spot of sunshine that shimmered through the rectangle windows.


The very much dark-alley-rape atmosphere turned Zoisite on despite his surroundings, and being naked and exposed only helped heighten his already painful arousal. He watched in awe, mouth agape as Kunzite slowly stripped off his jacket, revealing his bronze chest. His erection was still hanging open, but he did not bother to remove his pants.


Seeing Zoisite look up at him, sun shining and highlighting the strong muscles, the flat chest, the hard abs, Kunzite gave a bit of a smirk.

“Like what you see, little Dark Kingdom toy?”

Slowly, Zoisite nodded, his throat tight. Kunzite-sama was always gorgeous to look at. Like some sort of mighty god, or some gorgeous commander. That was what he was, after all, but Zoisite had his little secret fantasies of Kunzite not only in his Dark Kingdom uniform, but other tight leather military gear as well.

Kunzite slowly bent down, hard, tight muscles showing through his tight pants. He stroked Zoisite’s cheek, his eyes never leaving the younger one’s. Despite all of the things he had said, Zoisite could most definitely recognize the softness in those eyes.

“I like what I see,” Kunzite said softly.

Within him, Zoisite’s heart beat so loud he could swear Kunzite could hear it too. Although he could not reply, Kunzite slowly bent down and claimed his lips in a gentle kiss. Again, Zoisite whimpered, but this time it was because oh god, it felt so wonderful to be with Kunzite-sama like this.

When they broke the kiss, Kunzite regained his cold, evil Dark Kingdom demeanour, though the softness still remained in his eyes.

“Push your ass up, little one,” Kunzite ordered.

Zoisite nodded his obedience and pushed himself up a little more as Kunzite stood and walked behind him. Closing his eyes, Zoisite felt the gloved hands fondle his cheeks before pushing them wide open. He whimpered, then begged once more.

“Please.”

He had had Kunzite inside him before, but how quickly Kunzite pushed into him surprised him. Immediately Zoisite cried out, feeling himself be stretched, having being unprepared beforehand. Tears sprang to his eyes as Kunzite filled him, but like the spanking, the pain was lost in the pleasure of Kunzite being inside him, his muscles wrapping around the engorged rod as it slid inside. His cries were short and choppy, but loud as he begged with his whimpers, begged for more, begged to be taken like the Dark Kingdom whore he had been made into.

His face was flushing red as he felt Kunzite stopped, fully sheathed, into him. Behind him, he felt Kunzite arch his back a little, throwing his gorgeous sheet of white hair back towards the sunlight.

“So…tight.”

Again, Kunzite-sama was rarely vocal, so Zoisite smiled despite his acting and pushed further back to encase Kunzite in all he had to offer. The general groaned softly, then pulled back.

“Say my name.”

And with that, he slammed back inside Zoisite, and Zoisite screamed. His scream echoed loud in the warehouse, multiplying hundredfold as Kunzite mercilessly pulled out and slammed back in again. Immediately Zoisite began to twitch, his legs yanking on his binds against the rings, desperate to get more friction but only making himself tighter around Kunzite.

“What did I say?” Kunzite asked, shoving himself hard into Zoisite.

“L-Lord Kunzite!” Zoisite immediately screamed, being a good boy. He began to cry out as his body began to feel so hot, unbearably hot. “O-Oh god, Lord Kunzite!”

His ass began to tighten desperately as Kunzite continued to make his thrusts all the more harder and deeper. Soon Zoisite was screaming the name of his commander over and over like a mantra, and eventually he forgot to even call him “Lord” anymore, but it was “Kunzite-sama, Kunzite-sama, oh my god Kunzite-sama!” over and over again.

“Kunzite-sama! Oh god, Kunzite-sama!” Zoisite screamed when Kunzite pounded himself so hard into him that he jerked and arched his back, twitching. “Kunzite-sama! I’m g-going…I’m going to come…-AH!”

Although Kunzite did not reply, his hand reached around and gripped Zoisite’s erection in his hand and began to pump him. Again, Zoisite cried out in bliss, finally feeling his beloved commander jerk him off expertly as he continued his almost violent thrusts. Tears of ecstasy and pain and pleasure sparkled on Zoisite’s face as he cried out, screaming, the warehouse only echoing back his sexual pleads.

Finally, just as Kunzite pulled out almost completely and slammed into Zoisite with all of his might, Zoisite froze, arched his back, and screamed.

“KUN-ZAI-TO-SAMAAAAA!”

His orgasm blew him away, literally, as he arched his back as far as it could go, hair whipping back as his seed rocketed out of him, spraying the cold, concrete ground. His body began to twitch and spasm, his ass screwing himself tightly on Kunzite’s length, slamming up and down and up and down frantically to ride out his orgasm. His hips bucked at an incredible speed, the waves crashing, hitting him to the point where he swore he must’ve passed out, but obviously he didn’t, for soon he collapsed onto the ground, whimpering, twitching feebly, breathing in exhausted, soft puffs. His scream had died off and faded into soft whimpers, the tears of bliss sparkling on his exhausted face as he weakly turned his head to look at Kunzite-sama, eyes unfocused.

Seeing Zoisite as such, multiplied by the incredible riding of his equipment, made Kunzite come just as strongly. Though Zoisite had already had his orgasm, Kunzite felt his grip him tightly before he shoved himself as deep as he could go into Zoisite’s ass. Zoisite immediately tightened appreciatively, and gave a weak groan, allowing Kunzite to shoot his seed too into Zoisite, his own back arching, hair flying back. As he came, his lips parted, and he closed his eyes as the waves of bliss slowly faded into the distance.

When he was done, he collapsed onto his arms, bracing them on either side of Zoisite, who was still dazed. He hadn’t wanted to pull out of Zoisite yet, not yet, not when his adorable Zoisite was lying there all beautiful and naked and shimmering with sweat and post-orgasmic afterglow. But the game was now done, the demonstration completed, and Kunzite slowly brushed a cheek and slid a hand under it.

“You okay?”

Still unfocused, Zoisite nodded slowly. With a wave of his hand, Kunzite made the bonds disappear, leaving Zoisite loosely free on the ground. Red marks had appeared around his wrists and ankles, and Kunzite made a note of it to take care of them once they arrived home. Slowly, he pulled out of Zoisite, much to the younger one’s dismay, but made up for it by picking up the limp boy in his arms, and wrapping them tightly around him.

“That was amazing,” Kunzite murmured lovingly into Zoisite’s ear. “Did you enjoy my little dress rehearsal, little one?”

Still dazed, Zoisite nodded. The silence was abnormal for Zoisite, so Kunzite was mildly concerned.

“Zoisite?”

The little one shook his head briefly, as though to clear his head. Once he noticed Kunzite’s concerned look, he blinked a little, then relaxed against the other.

“Kuntsuaito-sama,” Zoisite mumbled, still looking very much out of it. “Did you…mean any of the things you said…when we did that?”

But of course. Kunzite smiled softly and hugged his little student. “Such as…?”

“Like…well…” Here, Zoisite seemed to finally regain his composure, and he looked away. “…When you called me…well, a slut. You don’t really think of me like that, do you Kunzite-sama?”

Smiling, Kunzite shook his head, sighing. “No.” And he held Zoisite close to him. “Of course not. I merely said it to rile you up a little; otherwise you were acting far too eager for someone who should’ve been at least somewhat frightened of a stranger raping him in the dark.”

At this, Zoisite frowned a little, a cute little exhausted pout.

“Are you saying I’m easy?”

Another sigh, but Kunzite was patient. “No.” He gently kissed Zoisite on the cheek. “I was saying that your devotion to me is so strong, sometimes you can’t hide it. So I merely helped you along a little in your acting.” He kissed Zoisite again, this time so very tenderly. “And as for your devotion, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

This seemed to please Zoisite, and he smiled beautifully. He gave Kunzite a soft peck on the cheek, satisfied.


“Ah, one thing though,” Kunzite said, smiling a bit. “When you were about to come, you asked me to fuck you and you would do anything for me to do so.”

Zoisite blinked. “Yes…”

Kunzite had to smile; no doubt he was going to sleep on the couch tonight for this one.

“Well, about our little plan, you’re the hero yes?”

“…Yes…?”

“…Well, then, in that case, you will be wearing a sailor fuku.”

Silence.

“…What?”

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End

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Thanks to Zimarah for beta-ing this fic for me!

And to those of you who guessed what this fic was about, kudos to you, it was my "interpretation" of how Kunzite managed to convince Zoisite to dress up as Sailor Moon. And yes, Kunzite did sleep on the couch that night.