Business and Pleasure

A/N: Much thanks to my beta, Laienzoi!

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Kunzite sat at a desk in his castle in the Dark Kingdom. He was studying the latest energy readings from Earth. Queen Beryl wanted his strategical opinion on where they should focus their energy collection. There were many options, the Earth was full of busy, vibrant cities, and he needed to make a decision soon.

A stray sakura petal fluttered onto his paper, and soon after the arms of his partner wrapped around his shoulders. “Kunzite-sama...” Zoisite whispered, and then proceeded to run his tongue along the edge of Kunzite's ear. The wet trail continued down his neck before Kunzite reach up and put a stop to it.

“Zoisite, now is not the time.”

He felt Zoisite draw back a bit. “And what is so important that it takes priority over this?” Zoisite attempted to slide his hand into Kunzite's partially open jacket, but was halted once more.

“Queen Beryl-sama wants my plans this evening. I can't keep her waiting.” He pulled Zoisite's hand away from him and then released it, hoping that the young man would get the point.

“But you can keep me waiting...” Zoisite whispered behind him.

Kunzite turned, actually looking at Zoisite for the first time since he had arrived. “Beryl-sama's demands always take precedence. You would do well to remember that.”

Zoisite stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. He hated being turned down, and it wasn't often that he was. Kunzite would be lying if he said that he didn't want to rip Zoisite's uniform off his thin frame and take him right here on the floor, or perhaps the desk.

Kunzite turned back to the readings on his desk. This was not the time to be thinking about fucking Zoisite senseless.

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Zoisite had a tendency to get upset, even jealous when something Beryl-sama wanted took priority over himself. Logically it made sense, but Zoisite did not often function on logic alone, his emotions ruled him.

He pouted behind Kunzite for a good minute before an idea came to mind. Across the room from where Kunzite sat was a dark blue sofa. Quite a comfortable one, Zoisite noted, as he had been on his back on it several times. With a slight smirk, he wondered over to it and sat down. Kunzite would have a perfect view of him from here.

The white haired Tennou look up briefly at him when he sat down, but then returned to his papers. With a white quill pen, he jotted notes down on a second piece of paper.

Zoisite leaned back on the sofa comfortably, his legs apart, but not too much. He reached up and released the hook on his collar, followed by the button on his jacket. This left his jacket open much in the same fashion that Kunzite normally wore his. Zoisite continued on from there by removing his belt, which allowed his jacket to fall open completely.

He left his gloves on and began rubbing the soft material that covered his fingers over one of his nipples. It hardened quickly and he rolled the bud between his finger and thumb. He moaned quietly, mostly to get Kunzite's attention.

“What do you think you're doing?” he asked, his voice notably quiet.

Zoisite looked over at his lover as if he had forgotten he was even in the room. “If you're not going to satisfy me, I'll have to do it myself,” he replied, switching to the other nipple.

Zoisite continued to watch Kunzite out of the corner of his eye. Grey-blue orbs gazed him for a moment before returning to the desk. Zoisite let him concentrate on his work for a minute before letting out an audible sigh, this time he begun to rub himself through the grey fabric of his pants.

Kunzite didn't say anything, but he most certainly did stare. Zoisite watch him through half-lidded eyes and he stroked his growing arousal, continued to play with his nipples, and then licked his lips. He brought the fingers of one hand to his mouth, pulled off his glove with his teeth, and began licking and sucking at his fingers, all the while his eyes glued to Kunzite's.

Still seated at his desk, Kunzite actually looked rather annoyed by the disturbance, annoyed and aroused. He hid it well, but Zoisite picked up on the subtle cues. He had been with Kunzite long enough to know when Kunzite was in the mood.

Zoisite drew out two fingers from his mouth and slowly dragged them down his neck and chest, over his stomach and to where his other hand was still stroking. He undid his pants and freed himself from the confining fabric. He closed his eyes and he began to stroke himself in earnest, wondering how long he would have to keep doing this before Kunzite gave in and joined him.

When he realized that this wasn't going to do it, Zoisite took a moment to kick his boots off and then pull his trousers off completely. He leaned back on the sofa and spread his legs slowly, making sure Kunzite got a good view. He conjured a small bottle of oil in his hand, poured a generous amount into one hand, and then disposed of the container. Coating his fingers in the substance, Zoisite then reached between his legs and began to finger his opening, starting with one finger, and then adding a second. His other hand continued to slide up and down his cock, now covered in the slick substance as well.

Zoisite began to lose himself in the sensations, forgetting that Kunzite was even there. After all, if he wasn't going to join him, Zoisite was most definitely going to get himself off.

When he brushed that spot inside of him, Zoisite couldn't hold in a yelp of pleasure. His other hand picked up the pace and his hips began to buck on their own. So close, Kunzite was forgotten and he was so close.

Suddenly both of his hand were pulled away from his body, just short of bring himself to orgasm. Zoisite opened his eyes and Kunzite stood over him, now holding both his wrists in one hand. For a moment, Zoisite couldn't read Kunzite's expression and he thought that his lover might actually throw him out of the office completely.

Kunzite pushed Zoisite's wrists against the top of the sofa, above his head. He held them there with one hand and pushed two of his own fingers inside Zoisite's body.

Zoisite threw his head back and screamed in pleasure. Oh gods, yes, this was want he wanted. Kunzite's fingers were bigger than his own, so he stretched a bit more as they thrust into him.

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Kunzite didn't say anything when he walked over to the sofa and began to finger the other man. He was annoyed that Zoisite would ignore his wishes and create this desire inside of him, but then again, it would be a most welcome break from work. So long as it was quick.

Kunzite scissored his fingers while he looked back over his shoulder at the desk. Yes, that would work perfectly.

Without warning, Kunzite pulled his hand away from Zoisite's own need and picked the other man up. The papers, pens, and anything else on the desk were swept off to the side, some hitting the floor noisily as Kunzite deposited Zoisite on his back on the desk. His legs hung over the edge, and Kunzite wasted no time in spreading them, releasing himself from his own pants, and then pushing himself between Zoisite open thighs.

Zoisite's back arched and his legs wrapped around Kunzite's waist. His hands were free now, but they did little more than grip the edge of the desk as though his life depended on it. Kunzite kept a firm hold on Zoisite's hips as he began to thrust into the smaller man, slowly at first, but quickly gathering speed.

Zoisite had never been very good at keeping his voice low during sex, not that Kunzite minded. He loved it. The lustful cries each time Kunzite plunged deep inside his partner brought him closer to the brink, just as much as Zoisite's tight cavity did. He was disciplined though, and could hold himself back for quite a while if he wanted to. However, this was not one of those times. There was business that waited for him, and it would not wait long.

Kunzite grabbed one of Zoisite's hands and pushed it towards his own hard cock. If Zoisite wanted to get off like this, he would need to do so soon. He took the hint quickly, grabbed himself, and pumped his hand quickly.

“Kunzite-sama...” Zoisite moaned as his own climax approached. Kunzite watched him intently, holding himself back until just the right moment. Zoisite's eyes were now closed and he focused on bring himself to that peak of pleasure. He pushed himself down on Kunzite's length with just as much force as Kunzite was delivering.

Suddenly, Zoisite tightened around him and he screamed Kunzite's name again, this time much louder. Kunzite thrust into him hard then, pushing both himself and Zoisite fully over the edge. Kunzite poured his seed into Zoisite with several more good thrusts and finished with one final deep plunge.

He head was thrown back and his breathing was deep and his body returned from its trip to complete and utter bliss. He opened his eyes and looked down at the man lying exhausted on his desk.

Zoisite was panting, eyes still closed, his body glistened with sweat and his own release splattered over his chest and neck. He was beautiful, there was no denying that. It was the main reason Kunzite had decided to take Zoisite into his bed. The small man had proven to have quite the libido, not to mention that he was also an incredible fuck.

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Slowly, Zoisite opened his eyes and looked up at Kunzite, who was still buried inside of him and looking down at him. “Kunzite-sama... that was... felt so good...” his sentence broken as he still panted for breath.

Kunzite did give him a small smile then, telling him that his lover wasn't overly mad at him. “May I return to my work now?” he asked.

Kunzite backed away from him, and Zoisite forced himself up and off the desk. With a wave of his hand he was fully dressed in his uniform again.

Zoisite turned back around and saw that Kunzite was busy picking up the items he had thrown off his desk earlier. Quickly Zoisite moved to help him, gathering papers and pens.

Kunzite cursed under his breath and Zoisite looked over to see what the problem was. The ink well had fallen on top of the map and black ink now covered a good portion of Japan, permanently covering the energy readings for that area.

Hoping to help, Zoisite flipped through the papers he held, hoping that Kunzite had already made notes on the area. Thankfully, he found some, and after Kunzite had the map back on his desk, Zoisite offered the sheet to him. Kunzite didn't look particularly impressed, but accepted the paper, as well as the other Zoisite was holding with thanks.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Zoisite asked cautiously, fully aware that this wouldn't have happened had it not been for him.

“No, this is fine,” Kunzite replied. “I was leaning towards Japan anyway. Hopefully it will be the better choice.”