Of Warriors And Kings

Chapter 4 – Wolf Pack

A couple of months passed, and as Kunzite and I readjusted to life as royals, I found myself much more content than I had been as a young boy growing up in my father’s palace. Perhaps it was because, even though we were both considered to be royalty now, and we went through the formalities of it while in Father’s palace, we could relax and be ourselves in Kunzite’s home. Before his coronation and our subsequent betrothal ceremony, which brought many a raised eyebrow in our direction at the time, I had never been to his home, but had been pleasantly surprised when I arrived there that evening to see that it was almost more elaborate than my rooms had been in the palace! It wasn’t quite as big as my spacious private apartment had been, but it was definitely more than enough for the two of us and a few servants and guards to live in.

One member of my personal guard was a young man with short black hair, a prince himself, but not originally from the Dark Kingdom. As delicate as Yrucrem’s relationship with Earth had been over the years, we were in good standing with them, one of only three Solaris planets who had such a peace with us, the others being Saturn and Pluto. Prince Endymion was definitely a man I could trust, and that was something I had learned quickly after an attack on my life had been blocked by him, giving him a near-fatal wound to his chest. One evening, as Kunzite and I lay back in bed, a knock came to our door.

“WHAT?!” I yelled, immediately regretting it when I heard Endymion’s voice on the other side.

“Your highnesses, may I be granted entrance?”

“Give us a moment,” I called, and Kunzite looked at me in surprise.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” I said, flashing him a somewhat cross look. “Endymion is a good friend, and holds the same station as I do, so it’s probably nothing to worry about. Jeez, you’re not jealous, are you?”

“Why would I be jealous?” Kunzite chuckled. “I’m the one that has you, not him. I just hope it stays that way.”

“Believe me, Darling, it will,” I said, sliding a finger down his chest before throwing the covers up over our waists and sitting up. “Come in, Endymion!” As the door opened and he walked in, I could see Endymion’s face flush red at the sight of both of us completely naked, save for the blanket. “What’s the matter, friend? Were you expecting to see something else this late in the evening?”

“Um… Not at all, Your Highness…” He sputtered, and Kunzite laughed. Now he could see that I was trying to be just a little bit cruel, and it was working, getting the poor man hot and bothered with no way to rectify the situation by himself, which I could now see he wanted my help with now more than anything! I had been very wrong about my assumptions of what Endymion had wanted, and this realization struck me hard. So hard, in fact, that I suddenly felt as though my head was spinning.

“What can we do for you?” Kunzite said, not noticing that I was gawking at the sputtering prince standing in front of us.

‘You can fuck me…’ I suddenly heard in the back of my head. It was Endymion’s voice, and he did nothing to mask the way he was feeling. I tried to form the words of the request he had originally come in to make. “Your Highness, I was asked to give you this message, and I was told to request that you not open it until I have left your company, to protect their privacy.” He handed me the letter, and in the back of my mind, I heard. ‘It’s from me, but I’m too frightened to tell you in person, my princes.’ Trying to hide the shocked expression behind the envelope, I sniffed the letter, and as I had expected, it had Endymion’s scent all over it! ‘Please don’t recognize the scent, please don’t recognize the scent!’ I looked over at Kunzite, who shot me a look that told me that he could hear it too.

‘What did I tell you?’ Kunzite thought at me, using his powers to block Endymion’s telepathic abilities, opening a channel between just Kunzite and myself.

‘It’s pretty obvious that it’s not just me he wants,’ I laughed inwardly. Putting the envelope down, I looked at Endymion. “Thank you, my friend. I think I know who it’s from, but I’ll open it later. Why do I get the feeling that you want something else from… at least one of us?” I was smirking, enjoying toying with him.

“Prince Zoicite, I…”

“Come here, Endymion,” Kunzite said, and now it was my turn to be surprised. “Kneel next to the bed, on Zoicite’s side.” The young man did so, and I took his hand.

“I can hear your thoughts,” I said, smiling. “You want something from us that… I would like to give you. The question is, are you ready for what we, together, have to offer you?” I leaned toward Kunzite and kissed him. He smiled at me, realizing that I intended to open myself to Endymion, and seemed to approve of sharing me. It was up to Kunzite himself if he wanted to offer himself to our new companion, and he could see that I too would approve of it. “Come closer to me. Sit on the bed.”

“Yes, my Prince,” rising from the floor and sitting on the bed. I took his hand again and placed it on my cheek, placing my own hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me.

“You and Kunzite will share me tonight,” I said, leading his lips to meet mine very briefly. “He may allow you to touch him, but you will not touch his private parts unless I tell you that you can. Understood?”

“Understood, Prince Zoicite,” he said before I claimed his lips again in a hungry, lustful kiss that seared even my own lips. The taste of his tongue was like honey, and it was a taste that in my two hundred years of adulthood, I had never tasted before. Kunzite’s kiss tasted like wine, slightly bitter but still good, but Endymion’s kiss was exactly the opposite, almost too sweet to handle without a head-rush.

“Oh, and one more thing,” I said, pulling away for a moment. “We’re the exact same when it comes to our station, even though you serve me in my kingdom. Call me Zoi, not Prince Zoicite.” He nodded, and we kissed again, this time even deeper than we had before, it that was possible. I lowered myself down onto the pillows, pulling him down with me. I opened my eyes and looked over at Kunzite while still kissing Endymion, signaling him to join in. What he said, however, wasn’t want I expected.

“I know that Zoicite gave you conditions for whether you could touch me,” Kunzite said softly. “But as I am not royalty myself, I find it only proper that I ask for your permission to touch your fair, soft skin, Prince Endymion.” Endymion and I broke the kiss, and the dark-haired man laid his head on my chest as we both looked at Kunzite.

“You don’t even have to ask, Kunzite,” he said. “However, because Zoi has requested that I ask his permission to touch you, I must make the same request. May I touch him, and perhaps kiss him, Zoi?” It seemed that a smile from me was all the permission he needed before he leaned over to Kunzite and kissed him.

“Mm, you taste like honey,” Kunzite said, and I chuckled.

“And you taste like red wine,” Kunzite said. “And you, my Zoi-chan, taste like mint leaves and chocolate.”

“Mint chocolate, honey, and red wine,” Kunzite said. “What a combination we make.”

“Sounds like a drink I used to like called Wolf Pack,” I said. “It was Crème de menthe, Crème de cassis, and a butterscotch shot. Perhaps that what we should call ourselves if we ever have to go under the radar for anything.”

“All I can say is that I can’t wait to get this drink mixed,” Kunzite said with a smile. I grinned, my eyes gaining an evil glint.

“Come here, you,” I said, pulling Endymion bask in for another kiss. His hands came up to my head, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. It suddenly occurred to me that while Kunzite and I were completely naked, Endymion had all of his clothes on. “Endymion, do us the honor of showing off your beautiful body to us.”

“Gladly, Zoi,” he said, pulling back off the bed and standing at the foot of the bed, removing the cape and shoulder guards first. He knew he would need to keep up appearances outside of the bedroom, so he had be careful that his uniform wasn’t damaged or wrinkled. He placed them on a chair near the bed, the proceeded to remove his breastplate and loin guard. That left only a black shirt and deliciously well-fitting pants, through which I could see a bulge that I knew was not normally that large. He was already rock-hard, and I couldn’t wait to see him freed of his restrictions. Seeing me smile, he smiled back and flipped out a small knife and pointed it at me, handle first. “Would you… like to cut them off for me?”

“That might not be such a good idea,” I said. “How are you supposed to leave my room when we’re done here if I cut them off?”

“I think I can help him with that,” Kunzite said, and then it dawned on me, and I laughed, remembering that a similar question had come up the first time Kunzite and I had been together. Removing the covers, I got up and walked over to where he stood. He licked his lips as he handed me the knife, and I carefully pulled the material away from his well-shaped body, at the top hem of his shirt first. He visibly shuddered as, a few times, the tip of the blade scraped his skin, leaving a slightly red mark. He knew that if I wished it, he could die in an instant. But I also saw it in his eyes that he would not mind dying under my hand if it meant that he had pleased me.

“I’m sorry, Lover,” I whispered as his shirt fell away, my fingers grazing the small nicks in his skin one by one. Our eyes met at the moment those words had fallen from my lips. The fact that I had lowered myself to apologize to anyone except Kunzite had surprised him, and the fact that I had raised him in proverbial station to being my lover had surprised us both.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wished you could utter that word in reference to me, Zoi,” he said. “These little scratches are nothing compared to wounds I’ve had before. Please continue.”

“Can I join in the fun?” Kunzite asked, and my grin became Cheshire Cat-like as I closed the knife and tossed it to him before guiding Endymion over to lie back on the bed. “So glad you know the way I like doing things, Zoi-chan.” Kunzite moved down the bed just slightly as he spoke, laying on his side and directing Endymion to lay on his side as well.

“These last few months with you, my love, and one would hope I know what you like,” I giggled, watching Endymion’s face as Kunzite undid the zipper of the prince’s pants with his teeth. We were both pleasantly surprised that the younger man wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as soon as the zipper was down, the already-hard member sprang from the material, bouncing off the tip of Kunzite’s nose. Slightly startled, Kunzite reared his head back, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Direct hit! Well done, Endymion!”

“I’ll get you back for that remark later, my prince,” he growled playfully at me, beginning to trace the edge of the knife along the pants below the zipper. “If you could give me some assistance, though, and hold up his leg, it would be much appreciated. That way, I won’t accidentally cut him in a place that would end this right now.” The look on Endymion’s face in that moment was priceless, and his breath hitched as he contemplated what the older man meant.

“P…please be… careful…” he said, raising his leg high enough for me to take hold of his ankle and hold him up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful,” Kunzite said, giving Endymion’s cock a few strokes before continuing. This allowed the dark-haired man to throw caution to the wind completely, and he threw back his head in delight. “We’ll have fun with this one. He’s very sensitive to the touch.”

“I just hope that he’ll be able to hold out long enough for one of us to get inside him,” I giggled.

“Keep talking like that, Zoi, and I won’t…” Endymion rasped. He was struggling not to lose control of himself, and I could feel him shaking. Kunzite must have sensed this too because he withdrew his knife, waving a hand over the material, and immediately it was gone. Looking over at the floor next to the bed, the restored clothes were folded up in a stack with his shirt and armor items. No sooner was all of his clothing gone than Kunzite’s mouth was engulfing him. Endymion’s eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure, and the cry that came from his lips was nothing less than erotic and needy. I let go of his leg and dripped to their level, putting my mouth on his neck, right next to his ear and….

“ZOICITE!!”

End Chapter 4