This fic is called, for want of a better title, Kunzite And Endymion Screw Zoisite Stupid.  Anyone who can think of a less retarted title is welcome to mail me.

Zoisite was sitting alone in Kunzite's small courtyard.  He did it whenever he had a moment spare from his training and other duties - but only if he knew Kunzite had things to do and wouldn't catch him there.  Zoisite liked it in the courtyard.  It was peaceful and well-lit, and adorned with all kinds of Earth plants - all simulated, of course, but it looked and felt real to Zoisite.  He wondered again if Kunzite knew that he had been secretly going there.  The general had never said anything to him about it, but a few weeks after he had been sneaking in regularly, he found cherry blossoms, his favorite of all the Earth plants, growing around the bench where he liked to sit.  Maybe it was just a co-incidence.

Zoisite had discovered this small haven about three months after he had been assigned to Kunzite as his student.  Those three months had been the worst of all his time training in the Dark Kingdom.  Kunzite was a remote and stoic teacher, and acted as if he hated the job.  It was a long-term assignment.  He had to prepare Zoisite for missions to Tokyo, which meant teaching him combat (both harnessing his power and fighting hand-to-hand) and military strategy, as well as the history, geography, cultures and physics of Earth.  

Queen Beryl had picked out Zoisite, the most promising of the elite group of cadets who had been striving for the honor of training under General Kunzite.  Kunzite himself had had no say in the matter.  Zoisite suspected this was partly why he had been cold and contemptuous towards him at first.  But then, Zoisite could hardly blame Kunzite for being unimpressed with him. Pale, scrawny, weak-looking... not to mention the fact that, inexplicably, his brain had seemed to freeze up whenever Kunzite looked at him.  He forgot things, couldn't concentrate, and was so nervous he became hopelessly clumsy.  Gradually, Zoisite had come to the realisation that he had a helpless and uncontrollable crush on his mentor.

Slowly, Kunzite began to forget his initial disgust at being burdened with the skinny youngster.  Zoisite was sharp, a fast learner, and obsessively dedicated.  He hung on Kunzite's every word, his interest and intelligence plain to see.  Kunzite began to take genuine interest in his progress.  Of course,  being Kunzite, this was usually expressed with a sharp slap across the face when he achieved less than his best, and a nod or grunt of grudging acceptance when he did something well.  All the rough treatment, the slaps and curses and - if he made an especially thoughtless or foolish mistake - occasional injuries, all of that told Zoisite that Kunzite was interested in him.  The general had never paid that much attention to anyone else.  Getting told off for not performing to his full ability was better than being ignored.  If Kunzite didn't care about him, he wouldn't bother trying to make him do well, would he?  Zoisite was convinced that Kunzite had begun to like him.

Zoisite came to the courtyard because it allowed him a rare insight to Kunzite's personality.  Zoisite was able to teleport into it without disturbing wards or traps, but that was probably because Kunzite didn't think anyone else knew it existed.  He doubted if Kunzite would appreciate someone else snooping on his private life.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of someone approaching.  Kunzite wasn't supposed to be off duty for another hour!  Zoisite bolted to his feet, ready to teleport.  He was about to transport when he felt a hand on his shoulder and yelped in fright.

"Hey, don't panic.  It's just me.  I was looking for you, kid."

Zoisite whirled to see the Dark Kingdom's newest addition, Prince Endymion, standing behind him, grinning.  He frowned.  Zoisite was more than two years older than the Earthling, yet he constantly called Zoisite condescending names like "kid", "buddy", or worst of all, "Z".  And it always irritated him that Endymion still spoke like an Earthling... and that, in his title if not in his responsibilities, Endymion was technically the same rank as Lord Kunzite.  Only a year ago he'd been a schoolboy in Tokyo, while Zoisite had had to work obsessively his whole life to get where he was.  

"What?" Zoisite said, irritated that Endymion had startled him.

Endymion lauged easily and smiled an apology.  "Didn't mean to scare you, little buddy.  Look, Kunzite told me -"

He cut off at the sullen rage in Zoisite's face, and struggled not to laugh at his grim expression.  "Zoisite, why do you hate me so much?  I don't know what I've done, but I know I don't hate you.  Why don't we start over, huh?"


















"But - you're younger than me.  I should be the one giving you advice."

"Hey, you're not that old, Z.  How old are you, around twenty, twenty-one?"

Zoisite said sullenly, "Twenty-one next month."

"There, you see?  I'm nineteen.  Less than two years difference.  And besides, I have a whole lot more experience in these things than you do."

Zoisite looked at him sideways.  "You... you do?"

"Sure I do."

"Then the rumors were true," Zoisite said.

"What rumors?"

"Didn't Kunzite... when he was brainwashing you... didn't he, uh..."  Zoisite trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

"Rape me?"  Endymion smiled.  "Not technically.  But you're right.  There's a reason those rumors came about.  And that wasn't my first time, either.  I had some fun, back on Earth.  You don't think I sat around playing video games on Saturday nights, do you?"  

Zoisite shook his head.

"So, ya see," Endymion continued persuasively, "Anything you wanna ask me about sex, love, relationships... I think I'm pretty qualified to answer."

Zoisite sat down on the bench.  "Well... it's Kunzite," he said slowly.  "I can't stop thinking about him.  I really want him, Endymion.  I want him to care for me, love me.  But he thinks I'm too immature."  He bowed his head.  "And he's right.  I am almost twenty-one... and I've never even been kissed," he said, blushing with embarrassment.

"Hmm.  Looks like you got a problem, kid."

"Yes, a big problem," he said, looking at the ground in shame.  "I'm a twenty-one year old virgin."

Endymion laughed quietly.  "Yeah, you're positively ancient," he said with gentle sarcasm.  "What makes you so certain he thinks you're immature?"

"He won't even look at me!  He treats me like... like his student.  Like a child.  I don't want to be his student.  I want to be his lover.  I don't want him to train me, if it means he can't love me."

"Have you ever tried telling him, Zoisite?"

"Telling him what?"

"Telling him how you feel about him, of course."

"Well... no... but -"

Endymion said, laughing, "Then how the hell's he s'posed to know?  The man's not psychic, Z!"

"I know that.  But... I just don't know how."

"Well, firstly, kid, you gotta deal with your screwed-up opinion of yourself.  How's anyone supposed to find you desirable if you don't think you are?"

Zoisite shrugged.  "You are right.  What is there to desire?  I'm a scrawny, undergrown-"

"Shut up, Zoisite.  Listen to me.  There's lots to desire about you."

Zoisite laughed defeatedly.  "Like what," he muttered.

"Well, I'm gonna tell you, even though you're obviously just fishing for compliments... Firstly, you're beautiful."  He took Zoisite's chin in his hand and tipped up his face.  Wide emerald eyes stared up at him quizically, hidden partly by copper-blond bangs.  Endymion brushed his hair away, forcing Zoisite to look at him.  Zoisite dropped his eyes.

"Look at me, Zoisite.  I'm gonna hold you like this until you do."

Zoisite looked at him, his forehead delicately creased with puzzlement.

"You don't have any idea how lovely you are.  I want to just shove you in front of a mirror and make you stare until you get it into your pretty head.  You're exquisite, Zoisite."

Zoisite felt heat rush to his cheeks.  

"You're desirable, all right.  I think Kunzite's just scared that he'll do something to hurt you if he comes on to you.  Like I said, if you don't tell the guy, he's not gonna know.  It's up to you to make the first move."

Zoisite nodded with difficulty, Endymion's hand still firmly under his chin.  "Yes."  He lowered his eyes again, thinking they were done.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Endymion said quietly.

Zoisite made no response.

"Fine.  Guess I'll have to prove it.  Look at me, Zoi."

Zoisite looked up once more.  Endymion tipped up his chin and brushed his lips over Zoisite's in a whisper of a kiss.  Zoisite froze, but Endymion's lips played gently with Zoisite's until he started to respond, accepting the kiss.  Then Endymion pulled back slightly and whispered, "Now open up."  When he did not, Endymion gently forced his lips apart with his tongue and pushed it inside.  Zoisite whimpered from the surprise and pleasure of his first kiss.  

Endymion spoke again, saying softly, "Just go with it, Zoisite.  I promise to stop if you don't like it."

Zoisite let Endymion guide him, teasing his tongue with his own, and patting Zoisite's leg encouragingly when made his own tentative advance inside Endymion's mouth.  

Endymion pulled away eventually, leaving Zoisite breathing hard.  With his lips still parted, eyes shut, Zoisite said, "Endymion, I want you to show me how to... how to do it."

Gods, but he's tempting, Endymion thought, looking at the dazed and euphoric expression on Zoisite's face.  I just want to throw him down and screw him right here.  I bet he'd squeal real pretty, he's so sweet and naive.

"Don't you... uh," Endymion gulped.  /I can't believe I'm gonna say this.../ "Don't you want your first time to be with Kunzite?" Endymion asked.

"I told you, he'll never accept me until I'm better at this.  I want to know how to please him.  Please, Endymion, you must know how to do that!"

"Yes, I do," Endymion admitted, easily convinced.  "C'mon, I'll take you back to my room before he comes back."

He put an arm around Zoisite and teleported back to where he lived, his home in the Dark Kingdom base.  It was spacious enough, and spotless, with high ceilings and well lit rooms.  The ceilings were plain, smooth white, with none of that wierd, fleshy stone that was the usual decor around this place.  Zoisite was glad, that had always creeped him out, and it was hideously unstylish, too.  

They stepped into Endymion's room which had a wide, low bed.  Once there, Endymion jumped backwards to flop full-length on the bed, making it bounce a little.  He folded his arms behind his head, lifted his eyebrows and smiled at the shorter man, waiting.  

Zoisite said, "I want to take a shower first."

"Sure, go ahead.  There's towels in the closet."  He leaned back to wait.

Zoisite came back a short while later, Endymion's bathrobe wrapped around his slight body, trailing on the floor.  His hair was loose and dripping.  He had towelled it as dry as he could but it was so long it would take another hour to dry properly.  Endymion hadn't undressed except to kick off his boots, and was still reclined in the same position as Zoisite had left him in.  He flashed a grin when Zoisite returned, and sat up, slapping the bed beside him for Zoisite to join him.

"Hey, that's mine," he teased, tugging the collar of the white bathrobe.

"Sorry," Zoisite said.  "I'll take it off if you want."

"Mmm.  Please do."

Zoisite obliged shyly, slipping it back from his skinny shoulders, revealing pale skin and wiry, taut muscles.  Zoisite might look effeminate with his long, gold hair and wide green eyes, but there was no mistaking him like this, Endymion thought, drinking in the sight of his flat, hard chest and tightly muscled, if skinny, arms.  It looked like Zoisite had tried to compensate for his slight physique with exercise... or maybe it was just the effects of Kunzite's rigorous training.  Either way, there was obviously considerable strength in those scrawny-looking limbs.

"You're delicious," he told the young man, running the backs of his fingers in a line from his navel to his throat, detouring to brush over his nipples.  Zoisite twitched at the unexpected flash of pleasure that centered in his two delicate little nubs.  Endymion laughed at him and teased his nipples until they were hard.  He lifted Zoisite gently and laid him back on the bed, the bathrobe still wrapped around his waist, then knelt over him, one knee on either side of his hips.  He sat back on Zoisite's thighs, careful not to put his whole weight down.  He started to unbutton his shirt but Zoisite sat up a little and did it for him,  slim, cool hands sliding in under his shirt to creep up his back while he pulled Endymion forward to kiss him.  Inflamed by the older man's responsiveness, Endymion pushed his tongue in hard, forcing Zoisite to open his mouth wider, as their tongues found each other. 

When he came up for air, Endymion was flushed in the face, arousal showing in his dark eyes.  He shrugged out of his shirt, balled it up in one hand and tossed it aside, staring at Zoisite all the while.  The blond-haired young man was panting slightly, his lips apart.  Endymion backed off Zoisite a little and deftly whipped the bathrobe from his lower body, tossing it onto the floor.

Now completely naked, Zoisite felt exposed and vulnerable.  Endymion noticed his friend's slight frown and pulled back the sheets of his bed.  Zoisite slipped in gratefully, while Endymion dropped his pants.  He was amusedly conscious of Zoisite's wide eyes on his erection as he fumbled in the drawer beside his bed until he found a small bottle.  Then he joined Zoisite in bed.  

"What's that for?" Zoisite asked.

Endymion grinned, resisting the urge to laugh at his naivete[SP????].  "Wait and see."

Endymion took up his former position atop Zoisite, their cocks an inch away, Endymion's slim ass smooth against his legs.  Endymion returned to kissing him, running his hands up and down his sides and over his narrow hips as he did so.  He backed down further towards the end of the bed, kissing all the way down Zoisite's chest, tonguing first his hard nipples and then his navel.  The electric sensations thrilled through Zoisite's body.  He had never, never known anything like this, and showed it, with gasps and moans as Endymion explored all of his undiscovered places.

Without warning, there was a warm, wet line being drawn from Zoisite's navel to his cock, and then he cried out as Endymion's mouth was over him, his tongue teasing and exploring, his lips kissing and sucking relentlessly.  Zoisite cried out again as Endymion's hot tongue reached his balls, pressing and tasting enthusiasticly.  The warm, gentle stimulation was almost more than he could take, but then Endymion leaned back and he felt cool air on his wet cock.  

"What is it?  What did I do?"

"Shh," Endymion soothed.  "It's all right.  Just be patient, Zoi."

He opened the bottle, releasing the scent of rose petals.  Endymion smiled as his friend paid close attention to what he was doing, and coated his fingers with the liquid inside.  Then he smiled, kissed Zoisite again and watched his face closely, delighting in what he saw.  The young cadet's eyes were bright with desire and curiosity, but no fear.  Endymion was pleased that he had managed to get this far without scaring the kid.  

Zoisite felt the prince's finger, slippery with oil, coax its way between his cheeks and stroke his sensitive opening, and squirmed, gasping.  

"Tell me if I hurt you, Zoi."

"You- you won't, I know you won't," Zoisite breathed.

"You might be surprised, Zoi.  Promise me you'll tell me."

"Yes, yes, I promise," he said impatiently.  "Please don't stop!"

Endymion stroked him until his opening was slick and then slid his finger inside his tight, untried passage.  He pushed it in until he touched the most sensitive place within Zoisite, feeling his way to the tiny lump of his prostate.  Zoisite gave a harsh cry of pleasure.  Barely giving him time to recover from the sudden burst of sensation, a second of Endymion's fingers joined the first, extracting a slight gasp of pain from Zoisite.  

Endymion said, "C'mon, Zoi, you don't want to be too tight later, or Kunzite will hurt you.  I'm trying to open you a little.  Just relax, it'll hurt less," he advised, bringing a third finger to rest against Zoisite's tight hole.

"Gods, Endymion, is he really that big?" Zoisite said, wide eyed.

"Bigger," Endymion said, and gently pushed his third finger inside the heat of Zoisite's body.

Behind them, at Endymion's doorway, someone cleared his throat.  Endymion extracted hims fingers and pulled away from Zoisite, turning to face the newcomer.  Zoisite gave a squeak ("Ohhh!") that combined disappointment with fright.  It was Kunzite, leaning on the doorframe, arms folded across his chest.  There was a strange mixture of arousal and rage on his face.  Endymion, scared, climbed off the petrified Zoisite and covered him up with the sheet. 

"What the hell are you doing here, Kunzite?" he said.

Kunzite ignored him.  "What is the meaning of this, Zoisite?"

"I... ah..." Zoisite had turned white with fear, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.  

"Out with it!"

"This was all my idea," Endymion said, coming to Zoisite's defense. "Zoisite is not to blame, I brought him here."

"Are you saying you're in the process of raping my student?"  Kunzite said coldly, his voice dangerous.

"No!" Zoisite said immediately.  "I wanted him to.  I started it."

Endymion glared at the tall general.  "Hey, you're in my house, and I asked you a question.  What the fuck are you doing here?  And how the hell long have you been here, anyway?"

"I followed you from the courtyard... /my/ courtyard.  So I'd say I've been here long enough."

"And you wait until /now/ to tell us?"

"Well, I was going to mind my own business, but the sight of you up to your elbow in my student's ass was more than I could take.  Zoisite, you little slut, get up and put your clothes on.  You're coming with me." 

Endymion said, "This is my house, okay?  Zoisite's here of his own volition.   If he wants to stay, he'll freaking well stay."

"Endymion, stop.  Kunzite, please, let me explain!"  Zoisite pleaded.  "I only asked him to do this so I could learn to please you.  I- I love you, Kunzite."

Kunzite looked at him, stunned.  "You do?"

Zoisite nodded miserably.  "I knew you'd think I was too immature, so I asked Endymion to show me how it's done... so I'd be able to ask you."

"Zoisite, you young fool, you could have asked me any time.  I was waiting for you to make a move.  That's all it would have taken.  I thought you were scared of me -"

"I am!"

"- so I made a point of never coming on to you in case I frightened you, Zoisite.  And you don't have to be afraid of me."

"Then... you forgive me?"

"Of course."  Kunzite sat on the bed beside Zoisite and took one of his hands in both of his own, squeezing it warmly.

Endymion got to his feet.  "Maybe I should go," he said sarcastically, annoyed at being ignored in his own house.

"Really?" Kunzite said, a slight smile on his face as he turned to Endymion. He looked the prince over as he picked up his clothes.  Then he said quietly, "Don't go."

"What?"  Endymion stood holding his shirt in one hand, pants draped over the other arm.  

"Don't go.  That was quite a little performance you two had going there.  I was hoping you'd continue."

Endymion stared at Kunzite.  Then they both looked at Zoisite, who was still covered up to his neck with the bed sheet, looking scared and bewildered.  Endymion gave a crafty smile, and glanced back at Kunzite.  "You think we should?"

Kunzite said softly, "Most definitely."

"What?  What?"  Zoisite said.

"Shh.  You'll like it," Kunzite promised, patting his hand.

"I won't let him hurt you," Endymion said kindly.  

Kunzite smiled at his student and stood up to take off cape, belt, shirt, pants, the whole lot.  Zoisite gaped at him as he dropped them, allowing both young men a full view of his slim body.  

"Allow me, Zoisite," Kunzite said chivalrously, raised one of Zoisite's slim hands to his lips and kissed it.  Then he pulled the sheet away from Zoisite's body and revelled in the sight.  "You are exquisite," he said, his voice husky.  

"That's what I told him," Endymion said, also staring at Zoisite.  

Kunzite bent over Zoisite for a kiss.  Zoisite, remembering what Endymion had done, kissed him back skillfully, opening his mouth willingly to allow Kunzite's tongue to enter.  He even held onto Kunzite's shoulders and played with his silver hair as the general kissed him deeply.  

When he was done with Zoisite's mouth, Kunzite started on his neck, tipping Zoisite's chin back so he could kiss his warm throat, then his collarbone, shoulders, and chest.  Kunzite found his way to secretly sensitive places that Zoisite didn't know he had, and teased them with his tongue by circling around them before kissing them fully.  Zoisite moaned with pleasure as the man he desired most in the world explored his body, seeking only to make this the most intensely delightful experience of Zoisite's life.  His mouth travelled to Zoisite's lap, and he kissed the tip of Zoisite's erection lovingly.  

Zoisite writhed and groaned.  "Kunzite, yes, that's what I want."

"Hey, ya know Kunzite, this is my bed," Endymion said, watching enviously.  "You've had him for a while, let me have a turn."

"Why can't we share him?" Kunzite said, smiling, and pulled Zoisite up onto 
his knees.  Zoisite looked at Kunzite as if to say, "Why'd you stop there?"  Then Endymion's lean body was behind him, his knees either side of Zoisite's calfs, his erection pressing hard into his lower back.  Endymion hugged him tightly and planted a kiss in his neck, nuzzling into the still-damp copper hair.  

Zoisite closed his eyes and was lost in a haze of warm touches as both men explored him at once.  It was quite unfair.  Endymion hugged him from behind, tormenting his nipples and sides with light, tickling strokes of his fingers, causing Zoisite to twitch and writhe away, only to find Kunzite's hands behind his knees, between his thighs, or tantalising his erection.  They were careful not to make their touching satisfying in any way, always skating over his skin, keeping Zoisite in an agony of pleasure and longing.

"Oh... please..." he said, afraid he would come too early and disappoint them both.

"Please what, Zoi?" said Endymion into his hair.

"Take me... one of you, please!"

"Mmmm, later.  Don't you think you're being a little selfish?"  That was Kunzite, laughter in his voice, as he knelt in front of Zoisite.  "Open your eyes."

Zoisite did so, and his eyes drank in the sight of Kunzite's hard, muscled shoulders and arms, his sculpted torso and abdomen, and finally fixed his gaze on Kunzite's long, hard erection.  He gulped as Kunzite guided his hand to the head, urging him to touch it.  Kunzite exhaled sharply as he cupped the hot shaft in his hand, then covered it with his other hand and slid both along the whole length.  

"Yes, Zoisite.  That's good... now come here."

"You want me to..."

"Yes, Zoi."

"Only if /you/ want to, Z," Endymion corrected firmly.

"I can't -"

"Then we'll stop right here," the younger man said.

"No, I want to... I mean I can't watch," Zoisite said.

"That's easily fixed.  Cover his eyes, Endymion."

Endymion cast a warning glance at Kunzite over the top of Zoisite's head.  "Are you sure you're okay with this, Zoisite?"

"Yes, please!  I said I wanted it.  I want to please you, Kunzite."

Endymion put a hand over Zoisite's eyes and guided him to Kunzite's shaft.  It pressed first against his cheek, then Zoisite accepted it into his mouth with a hungry little moan.  He covered Kunzite's cock with his mouth gently, keeping his teeth away, using his tongue to tentatively explore its surface.  Kunzite groaned.  He wanted it harder, but this feather-light exploration was sweet torture.  Endymion watched in fascination as the tall general shut his eyes in ecstasy and threw back his head at the unbearable sensation of Zoisite's innocent mouth.  He tolerated it as long as he could, then said, "Harder. Don't be afraid, Zoisite, you won't hurt me."  Kunzite held out his palm for Endymion to pour some oil into it.  The prince did so, taking his hands from Zoisite's eyes.  When Zoisite's lips and tongue tightened around the older man's hot shaft, Kunzite wrapped that slippery hand around Zoisite's eager erection and stroked from the tip to the base, rewarding him gently.

Endymion, meanwhile, had slicked his cock with oil, resisting the urge to stroke himself as he watched the other two.  He urged Zoisite up to his knees again - the slim young man had leaned back on his haunches - and pressed his cock between the slender cheeks.  Zoisite quivered in anticipation, knowing the time had almost come.  Endymion put his slick hands on Zoisite's abdomen to draw him close, and gently, slowly penetrated his tight hole.  

Zoisite groaned anew at the exquisite intrusion as he kissed and sucked Kunzite's cock, trying to take all of it into his mouth.  Kunzite took hold of his head and pressed it closer to his groin with a sigh.  As Endymion pushed his way into Zoisite's body, holding his hips to control his penetration, Kunzite felt his cock disappear deeper in the young man's mouth.  Zoisite moaned and mumbled around Kunzite's shaft as Endymion withdrew.  "More," he begged.  "Oh, please, deeper."

The two men looked at each other over his head and locked eyes, both their cocks enveloped within vulnerable, exquisite Zoisite, and at that moment all memory of their past differences was forgotten.  "Do it, Endymion," Kunzite said.  Then he spoke to Zoisite.  "You're not to come until I tell you," he said.

"Kunzite, that's cruel," Endymion protested.  

"No it isn't," Kunzite said.  "You wait for me to tell you, all right?"

"Mnn, yes, Kunzite," came the muffled reply.  /What if I can't?  Is that even possible?/ 

"Good boy."

Endymion watched Kunzite's eyes as he slowly sank his length all the way into Zoisite, filling him completely with his slippery, hard shaft.  Zoisite gripped Kunzite's hips for support as a long, low moan of surprise and almost-pain rose from his throat.  Zoisite's voice sent vibrations through Kunzite's penis.  Kunzite's hand began to pump him, softly at first, then massaging him more firmly as he made for the base, towards Zoisite's balls.  Endymion reached his limit, and held the position, savoring the feel of Zoisite's tight, hot depths.  

He looked up at Kunzite again, and whispered, "He's deep, Kunzite.  And /tight/."

"Mmm.  Perfect." 

Endymion withdrew slowly from his deep penetration, prolonging the intense burning pleasure that Zoisite felt inside him as he was stretched and filled and /taken/, possessed, for the first time in his life.

Then Endymion began to make firm, full thrusts, each drawing a helpless cry from Zoisite and an answering thrust from Kunzite.