Years before, Endymion would yell at Kunzite until tears would stream down his face, and all because Kunzite refused to call him anything other than “Master.” He had wanted to be friends with Kunzite just like with the other Shitennou, and he didn’t see how that was going to happen unless Kunzite called him by name. He realized now, lying on his bed with Kunzite hovering above leaving a trail of bite marks across his abdomen, that he had been quite a stupid child.

Endymion hissed as Kunzite’s teeth sank into his flesh. “Kunzite…”

Kunzite paused, glancing up at Endymion. “Are you all right, Master?”

Of course, he still won’t say his name, but Endymion has decided that some sacrifices have to be made.

Endymion nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” he whispered, eternally paranoid that they would be found. “Don’t stop.”

Kunzite smiled, a hint of a wicked glimmer in his green eyes. “As you wish.” He ducked his head and raked Endymion’s hip, much more roughly than the last bite.

Endymion clenched his fingers around Kunzite’s sheets, struggling not to cry out too loudly.

“Is something wrong, Master?” Kunzite asked.

“N-no,” Endymion said, trying to regulate his breathing. “Why?”

Kunzite shrugged, his pale hair slipping over his shoulder. “I suppose it’s nothing. But you just seem rather…” Kunzite appeared to struggle with the proper word choice as he lifted Endymion’s left leg. Just as Endymion was beginning to catch his breath, Kunzite licked a fresh bite from the last time they had done this. He nibbled at the sensitive flesh wit his teeth, causing Endymion to moan quietly.

“Inhibited,” Kunzite finished.

“I just… don’t want to be found,” Endymion explained breathlessly. “We’re not alone in the woods this time.”

Kunzite looked up at Endymion, his gaze and tone grave. “Do not be selfish, Master,” Kunzite instructed, flicking his tongue over the tip of Endymion’s erection, eliciting a gasp. “I want to hear you.”

“All right,” Endymion said, nodding.

Kunzite nodded in approval. Then he turned back to what he had been doing. He wrapped a hand around the shaft of Endymion’s cock, running his tongue over the head. Endymion couldn’t help but groan aloud. He pushed himself up on his elbows and watched as Kunzite closed his lips around his erection, illustrating enough skill to make Endymion wonder who else Kunzite had been with before him.

He started to flush with envy when Kunzite ran his tongue over the vein. Endymion’s hips rocked forward, accompanied be a sudden gasp. Kunzite reached forward to steady them and then took all of Endymion into his mouth. Endymion moaned loudly as Kunzite sucked, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Finally, Endymion’s jerked again, though Kunzite held them steady, and the prince’s body tensed. Blood filled Endymion’s mouth as he came.

Kunzite swallowed, but remained in his position to clean off what was left of Endymion’s seed. Once finished, he pulled himself up so that he is completely on top of Endymion. His lips scorch the skin of Endymion’s throat and then by his ear. Here, he whispered, “Roll over.”

Endymion was temporarily satisfied but not entirely satiated, so he did exactly as he was told. Kunzite straddled him, sighing as his own erection pushed into Endymion’s thigh. Kunzite leaned forward, moving his lips and tongue slowly down the curve of Endymion’s spine.

When his guardian reached his lower back, Kunzite’s long fingers closed around Endymion’s pelvis. He dipped his head his head until Endymion felt the tip of his tongue push just inside his arse. Endymion groaned and pushed his hips upwards. He felt his cock start to harden again.

This went on for an agonizingly long period of time, but Endymion knew better than to complain. He knew Kunzite better than anyone, and the man would not go further until he was certain Endymion was ready. So, Endymion remained quiet save for the occasional whimper all through the sweet anguish.

At last, Kunzite pulled back and whispered, “Ready?”

Endymion nodded, allowing Kunzite to position his body as needed. “Yes,” he said aloud, knowing that Kunzite would do nothing until he was given a verbal affirmative. “Gods, yes.”

He heard Kunzite chuckle behind him, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. It made Endymion shiver. “Don’t sound so eager. I could be cruel and without.”

Endymion felt like hitting something in frustration, but he was hardly in a position to do so. “Kunzite, please.”

Kunzite chuckled again and Endymion felt his blood rush through his veins just thinking about the smirk that must have been on Kunzite’s lips at that moment. “Of course, Master.”

And then Kunzite was inside him, pushing in gently at first, always cautious to begin with. Endymion groaned, shutting his eyes tightly. “Harder,” he hissed.

“Patience,” Kunzite answered deeply, though Endymion noticed he was quick to comply.

Kunzite continued moving into Endymion from behind, both of them moaning as loud as they thought was safe. Little was said between them except for Endymion’s occasional instruction (which generally consisted of “harder” or “faster”). Eventually, Kunzite was fucking him as hard as he dared. They were both covered in sweat; Kunzite’s hands started to slip against Endymion’s skin.

“Master…” Kunzite whispered. It was the only thing he had said for some time, so Endymion knew he was going to come.

“Say it,” Endymion ground out, certain that he was also on the edge.

Kunzite shoved his cock into Endymion roughly, making his exasperation apparent. “Master, you know I--"

Endymion didn’t know where he got the nerve to reach behind him and wind his fingers into Kunzite’s hair. He pulls sharply, and he feels Kunzite start to stiffen. “Say it!” he ordered.

“En--" Kunzite pushed into one last time. “Endymion!” He came inside his prince at that precise moment, but it was hearing Kunzite say his name that makes Endymion come. The sound quivered against Endymion’s back, sending bolts of electricity up and down his spine. Kunzite’s voice seeped into Endymion’s flesh, burying itself into his blood and his bones. Endymion knew that he would never have to hear the sound again; it was in his body, shuddering more violently than ever before.

Kunzite remained inside him for a moment, struggling to catch his breath, but it was not long before he slid out. The older man collapsed on to his bed, and Endymion looked over to see his pale chest rising and falling in the moonlight. He almost looked like an apparition, and Endymion was overcome with the same feeling as that first time in the woods several days prior: terror that it had all been a dream.

Endymion fell next to Kunzite, draping his arm over the Shitennou’s chest just to reassure himself of reality. Kunzite smiled and pulled Endymion closer, curling his around the prince as he rested his head against Kunzite’s shoulder. Only then does Endymion feel completely content.