With All of My Heart

As Kunzite returned both phones to their cradles, he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of Zoisite. Oh sure, it had always been about more than just the sex to Zoisite, even if his feelings were never returned. Even in the past, Kunzite had let Zoisite be with the Master privately when he wanted, because he knew Zoisite desired those more personal, private moments of intimacy. On the other hand, this would be the second night in a row that Kunzite wasn't going to get laid, and he could help but feel discarded. If the Master had decided to suddenly embrace this part of his past, Kunzite was going to make damned sure that he was apart of it again as well.

“Where's Zoisite?” Jadeite asked as Kunzite stepped out of the kitchen, where the second phone had been kept.

“He's left for the evening,” Kunzite replied, wondering just how much of what he knew should be divulged. The Master had said that the others should be told, but he certainly had not given Kunzite the OK to do so himself. Still he saw no reason to avoid any questions or lie to them.

Jadeite furrowed his eyebrows. “Again? Where did he go?”

Kunzite shrugged his shoulders, “to see the Master, I assume. He left right after getting a phone call from him.”

“Is something wrong?” Jadeite asked, continuing his line of questions.

“If it was something we needed to know about, one of them would have told us. So far as I could tell, Zoisite went for more 'social' reasons.”

When Kunzite looked up, he spotted Nephrite standing back against the wall, listening to the question and answer period. He looked a bit confused, but also a bit worried. To Kunzite, it looked as though he was putting two and two together, getting four, and not liking that answer one bit. “Is that where he was last night?” he asked.

Kunzite looked up at him and continued to read his expression. “Zoisite never told me where he was last night.”

“Right,” Nephrite replied in a mildly sarcastic tone before turning and heading in the general direction of his room. Kunzite noted that he grabbed the phone on his way by as well, and figured that he must be planning to call Mercury. While Nephrite would never admit it to any of the other Shitennou, and certainly not to Kunzite, it was obvious to everyone around them that Nephrite was courting the former Senshi. Kunzite had yet to figure out what his feelings were about that.

“OK, look, I feel really out of the loop here. Will somebody tell me what exactly is going on with Zoisite? In plain Japanese if you don't mind?”

Kunzite looked back at the youngest of them. “For that, you would have to ask Zoisite.”

“Oh, right, I forgot about that. Sorry, I can call you back later,” Kunzite heard Nephrite say into the phone as he listened outside the door. He seemed to have made a habit of eavesdropping lately.

“Are you sure? I don't want to be disturbing anything... So you're having fun?” A lengthy pause followed while Mercury probably filled him in on the days events. “So, then Usagi is with you?” Another pause. “Oh, no reason. Mamoru just never mentioned anything about being alone for the weekend.”

So that was it. The Princess and the other girls were out together somewhere, and then Zoisite must have made his move. Still, Kunzite had trouble believing that Zoisite would have pushed the matter as quickly as he did. It was only a couple days ago when he said that he had no intention of asking the Master about that aspect of their past lives.

“Will you have some free time when you get back?” A short pause. “Oh, I see. What about next week?”

Kunzite began to lose interest after Nephrite began arranging for a date, and so he quietly left his spot by the door and went to his own room.

After closing the door behind him, he plopped himself down on a chair and loosened his jacket by undoing the first clasp. He didn't like this, being left alone and rather bored in the evening. While the idea of having the Master back in the bedroom was appealing, Kunzite was now regretting not having Zoisite around whenever he needed.

And to think, the two of them were probably half-naked by now, touching and caressing each other. The Master would run his fingers through Zoisite's long tresses and then pull him in for a long and passionate kiss. They would fall onto the bed together and the Master would reach between them, causing Zoisite to arch his back and part his lips. It was then that Kunzite would move in...

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts before it was too late. But the images wouldn't leave. He couldn't be sure if he was remembering a specific incident, or just making one up, perhaps a bit of both.

He would capture Zoisite's lips with his own, remembering exactly how they felt against his. Zoisite would moan into his mouth because of something the Master was doing a bit further south, and then he would surprise Kunzite by reaching for his pants and undoing them. He would stroke Kunzite's already hard length, and Kunzite would have to concentrate on not losing control of the situation just because someone was a bit eager.

Kunzite opened his eyes to the empty room and sighed. Resigning to the fact that he was going to be very alone tonight, he removed his uniform and got into bed. For the second night in a row, he would have to take care of certain matters himself, but tomorrow night was going to be different.

Zoisite had snuck in quietly early the next morning. For the most part, Kunzite had let him be at his piano for the majority of the day. Later, Nephrite had left for work, and Jadeite made some comment about 'going out', leaving Kunzite alone with the white haired Tennou.

“Staying in tonight?” he asked from the entrance of the piano room.

His comment caused Zoisite to stop playing mid-phrase. “I am...”

“Good.” Kunzite moved quickly, grabbing Zoisite's wrist and dragging him off the bench and up the stairs. A few protests from Zoisite told Kunzite to 'slow down' and 'stop', but he did no such thing until reaching his own room, opening the door, and shoving Zoisite through it.

He released the other man's wrist in order to close and lock the door behind him, but was on him again quickly, pushing Zoisite onto the bed and climbing on top of him. “For two nights you have kept me waiting,” Kunzite commented, his hands on Zoisite's shoulders to hold the other man down. “Not very considerate of you.”

“I told you to stop.”

“And I didn't listen.” Kunzite continued to hold him down, even though Zoisite had yet to put up a struggle. “So, why don't you tell me what you did with the Master last night, since I wasn't invited.”

“I don't see how that is any of your business.”

“I'm making it my business.” Kunzite leaned down and nipped the side of Zoisite's neck just above his collar. Despite his intentions, Zoisite gasped. Kunzite knew that he loved a hint of pain mixed in with the pleasure. “Tell me,” he purred.

Zoisite gave a soft chuckle at the request, he knew this game. He turned his head to the side and caught Kunzite's eye. “Make me.”

Excitement jumped into Kunzite's eyes and a mischievous smile grew on his full lips. The wheels has begun turning in his head as he planned his attack. Kunzite was usually rough. No, he was always rough, but it didn't bother Zoisite in the slightest.

He started undoing Zoisite's jacket, a smug look on his face. Zoisite let him take the jacket, sitting up just enough to get his arms out of the sleeves before the garment was tossed aside. He leaned back on his elbows, not lying down completely. In an attempt to confuse Zoisite, Kunzite rolled off of him and stood up.

Kunzite took his time, discarding his gloves and cape and then taking out the tie that held his hair in a partial ponytail. Zoisite was watching him, probably looking for some clue as to what was in store for him. Kunzite planned to give him none until it was too late.

When he did come back, he just sat on the edge of his bed. He held something in his hands now, and he waited for the right opportunity. He glanced at Zoisite over his shoulder, the other man was studying him intently. Grey eyes flashed down to Kunzite's hands for a moment.

In the next instant, Kunzite had pushed him down and climbed on top again, grabbing Zoisite's wrists as quickly as he could. Zoisite fought back when he realized it was Kunzite's intention to tie his hands. Kunzite loved it when he struggled a bit, and Zoisite knew this as well. He was playing the game they had played many times before.

Even if Zoisite had been putting up a real fight, Kunzite probably could have still restrained him, it just would have taken a lot longer. His hands were tied together over his head and then to the wooden bars that made up the headboard. Zoisite tested his binds after Kunzite had finished and found that they were quite secure. Kunzite never did a half-assed job.

He sat back, admiring his work for a moment. “I'll go easy on you if you tell me now,” he offered.

Zoisite smirked back up at him. “It's going to take more than that, Kunzite. You should know that.”

“I just thought I'd offer.” Kunzite leaned down then and went right for one of Zoisite's nipples. He flicked his tongue over one and applied some pressure to the other with his thumb. When Zoisite didn't react to this, he bit down.

Zoisite gave a short groan. Kunzite worked his way up Zoisite's chest back to his neck, suckling hard at a spot just below Zoisite's ear. This got more of a response. A sharp intake of breath and Kunzite knew that Zoisite was feeling that desire between his legs. He reached down and placed his hand firmly on Zoisite's cock.

“Gods...” Zoisite moaned through clenched teeth.

“This hard already?” Kunzite asked next to his ear. “You're making this too easy.”

“I'm still not telling you a thing.”

“You will if you want to come at any point tonight.” Kunzite slid down on the bed and removed Zoisite's pants. He was dying to stick himself between Zoisite's legs now, but first things first. His fingers began to just barely graze Zoisite's erection, up and down with feather light touches. In an attempt to get more out of him, Zoisite bucked his hips, but Kunzite pulled his hand away faster. “You're just telling me how much you want it.”

Kunzite pushed Zoisite's legs apart and settled himself between them. He teased Zoisite's entrance with a newly slicked finger and leaned his head down just far enough that Zoisite could feel his warm breath on his hard length. “Please...” he begged. Kunzite wasn't sure if he wanted him to suck him off or just fuck him. Probably both.

“You teleported directly to his apartment last night. Which room?”

“Damn it, will you just-”

“Which room?”

Zoisite attempted to push himself down on Kunzite's finger, but he was ready for that. He pulled his hand away, but returned the finger quickly, just shy of the amount of pressure that would have been needed to slip inside. “The living room,” Zoisite said finally, giving Kunzite a small victory.

“There, was that so bad?” Kunzite slipped his finger inside slowly and Zoisite immediately pushed himself down against it. Kunzite allowed him to do that for a moment before continuing. “Did you go to his bedroom next?”

Zoisite ignored his question and instead continued moving against his hand. Kunzite pushed the digit in and out hard a couple times before slowly drawing it away. “Yes!” Zoisite almost screamed, answering the question from before. He was rewarded with a few more quick thrusts.

“Now, keep talking,” Kunzite instructed before finally taking Zoisite's hard shaft into his mouth. He was fairly certain that Zoisite would keep talking now.

“We didn't say much, we just started ripping off each other's clothes,' he began, his words broken up as his concentration wavered. Kunzite stretched him a bit more by adding a second finger and reminded him quickly to continue by pushing both fingers in hard. “He pushed me down on the bed and sucked me. He prepared me quickly as well, like what you're doing.”

Kunzite freed his mouth for a moment. He knew Zoisite would often pretend that he was the Master, he didn't usually mind either, but tonight would be different. “Don't confuse me with him,” he said before filling his mouth again.

“He took me on my back,” Zoisite continued, “and made me come first.”

Kunzite pulled back again, removing his fingers as well. “Is that so?” he asked before grabbing Zoisite roughly and flipping him over on his stomach. Zoisite gasped in surprise at this unexpected move. The way his wrists where tied would have caused the ropes to tighten a bit at this, but Kunzite was certain that it wasn't too much.

He pulled Zoisite rear end up and gave just barely enough time for Zoisite to get his knees bent before thrusting into him. Kunzite moaned, but Zoisite screamed at the sudden penetration. A scream of pleasure or pain or both, he couldn't be certain, but Zoisite knew how to halt things if he needed to. Kunzite wasted no time in thrusting hard into Zoisite's ass while Zoisite just struggled to keep the pace.

“Like I said,” Kunzite said, his speech broken by his thrusts, “I'm not him, so don't you dare scream his name.”

Zoisite didn't reply at first, so Kunzite gave one especially hard thrust and then paused. “Did you hear me?” he asked.

“Yes, I heard you, Kunzite,” Zoisite replied, looking back and over his shoulder. “You are making it difficult to forget.”

“Good,” he said before starting right back up. He was surprised by just how good Zoisite felt tonight, maybe it had something to do with not having him for two nights, but it wasn't like that was the first time that had happened. This would be the first time in a long time however that Kunzite knew that Zoisite wasn't pretending that someone else was fucking him.

Finally he reached around and took Zoisite's cock in his hand and began jerking him quickly. He knew how to make Zoisite come quickly, and he needed to do that now, his own peak was fast approaching as he picked up the pace.

Kunzite came first, pushing himself deep inside Zoisite when he did so. Zoisite followed quickly after, spilling his seed onto the bedsheets and moaning loudly when he did so. After giving himself a moment Kunzite pulled out and away, leaving Zoisite to collapse fully on the bed and roll onto his back again. Kunzite sat on the edge of the bed long enough to partially untie Zoisite before standing up again and letting the other man finish the rest himself.

“When will you be seeing him next?” Kunzite asked as he walked over to the vanity and grabbed a brush. His hair was a mess, and he set to work at correcting that.

“I don't know,” he replied, a bit breathy. “The Princess was returning tonight, so it would depend on when he is able to free himself up again.”

Kunzite paused his brushing and looked at Zoisite behind him in the mirror. “She gets in your way, doesn't she?”

Zoisite cocked an eyebrow in Kunzite's direction. “She's his wife.”

“It doesn't bother you that he loves her?”

He appeared to think about this a moment. If it came down to it, and the Master had to choose someone, it would be the Princess, everyone knew that. “It used to,” Zoisite said finally, “but not anymore.”

Zoisite pushed himself off the bed and started gathering his things, which had landed in pretty much every corner of the room. He was obviously planning to leave the room immediately, but Kunzite reached out to stop him as he reached for his pants.

“Why don't you stay in this room tonight?” Kunzite asked, his voice softer than usual. He didn't wait for Zoisite's response before he walked around behind the man and released his hair from the now messy ponytail. He moved the brush through Zoisite's hair in long, gentle strokes. The white hair was so soft and fine, he couldn't resist running his fingers through it as well. He hoped Zoisite would accept his offer.

Zoisite shrugged. “Fine,” he said simply.

Kunzite smiled and passed the brush to Zoisite. He returned to the bed to change the sheets and remake the bed for two tonight. He was very aggressive sexually, but did have his softer side as well. A side Zoisite didn't see as often and he would like to share.