act.8
Remember that scene in act.8, when Jadeite comes to ask Zoisite for a favor, and Zoisite is giving him an eerie smile... and some scenes later, they have obviously made a deal and Jadeite gets his favor, but we never get to hear what the details of that deal were. Perhaps I can help here...
Inspired by "In Exchange" by Zimarah on fanfiction-kirari-pgsm.
Warning: Non-consensual scenes.
The Shitennou of the Dark Kingdom weren't nice guys. I even made a nicer Zoisite for this than what act.8 would warrant for. A lot nicer, actually.
"I need a favor."
"Go away. I'm looking for the princess right now."
Jadeite's hand slammed down on the keys of the piano.
"Listen! I must defeat the Sailor Senshi!" he snarled.
Zoisite hated snarling, and about a hundred other things about Jadeite's grating voice, especially the ever present undertones of Beryl-sama-Beryl-sama-Beryl-sama-Beryl-sama-Beryl-sama.
So Jadeite wanted to please his Queen? How desperate exactly was he?
Zoisite smirked and played a little mocking laugh on the piano, right up to where Jadeite's hand still inexcusably held down some of the keys.
"I can take you on a Soul Flight. But my favor comes with a prize," he said.
"Of course," said Jadeite without even so much as blinking.
That desperate. Interesting.
Zoisite got up from his piano bench, and Jadeite finally took his hand off Zoisite's most beloved possession. It was about time.
Zoisite put a hand on Jadeite's shoulder and with gentle pressure urged him to kneel down.
Zoisite for the first time suspected that Jadeite had no idea what Zoisite could want, because all he did was look up to Zoisite questioningly, and absolutely clueless.
Zoisite opened his pants enough to allow Jadeite a glimpse of his precious parts.
"I assume you know how this is done, Jadeite?" he asked softly.
Jadeite's eyes opened wide.
"What?"
"You want a favor, I ask one in return," said Zoisite. What did Mister All-for-Beryl-sama think he was wasting Zoisite's time for? "I can help you, Jadeite. The question is: How much do you want it?"
He took his full set of favorables out and held them invitingly in his hand so that Jadeite could see them well.
"I'm certain you've pleasured yourself before, so you know how to start," he said. "And then you lick it."
"What? No?" shrieked Jadeite horrified, backing away from him. "No way!"
He shot up and retreated backwards so fast he fell to the floor again. There he sat, staring at Zoisite in shock, his face turning red from shame. Zoisite watched him coldly, put his entertainment centre back into his pants and returned to his piano.
Jadeite sat there, unable to move.