[Scene: The Dark Kingdom. Kunzite places Zoi down on their bed]
[As much as Zoi loves Kunzite, and as much as he doesn't want to be a bother, he sort of wishes he could he could recuperate some place a little cheerier than a huge black mausoleum.]
[Kunzite sits on the edge of the bed with Zoi on his lap.]
Kunzite: How are you feeling?
Zoi: Much better than before, but I'm still a little weak and dizzy.
Kunzite: I'll get you some cold medicine.
Zoi: I don't need anything.
Kunzite: I'll get you some anyway. I need to speak with the servants, and then let Mother know I'll be unavailable for the next few days.
Zoi: [rolls his eyes] Oh, I'm sure your mother will just love that.
Kunzite: I'm not wasting a minute of our time together. [slides Zoi off his lap and heads for the door while Zoi climbs into bed.]
Zoi: [groans] Figures. Seven glorious days to be all alone with you, and I'll be as sick as a dog the entire time.
Kunzite: [smiles back at him] I'm happy with whatever I can get.
[Kunzite walks out the door, which swings closed behind him, but it doesn't close completely.]
[Zoi watches as the door creaks back open a minute later, ever so slightly, and three half-plant half-female faces peek at him through the threshold.]
[Zoi giggles and they duck away in fear]
Zoi: It's ok. You can come in.
[Zoi is certain they can't understand a word he says, but they must understand something about his tone, since they peek their heads back in.]
Zoi: Come on. [He climb out to the middle of the bed and pats it]
[The three look around in fear and then tiptoe into the room and kneel at the foot of the bed]
[Zoi crawls over to play with them like they are housecats. He is trying to figure out whether it would be easier to teach them English, or learn Youma, when Kunzite appears in a magenta flash.
[Kunzite shouts at the top of his lungs at the three youma. They bolt out the open door in terror.]
Zoi: [fearful] What's wrong?
Kunzite: [still livid with rage] They're not allowed in our bedchamber!
Zoi: Why not?
Kunzite: Because they are youma! And I am First Among Kings!
Zoi: [surly] What country is it that you are king of, exactly? Because you're not king of any country I've ever heard of.
Kunzite: [chuckles at his audacity and takes his head in his hands] I'm king of everything I see, and that includes you.
Zoi: [pushes his hands away, still sullen] I told them to come in here.
Kunzite: They know better.
[Kunzite tries to give him a spoonful of cold medicine but he won't take it.]
[Zoi climbs back into bed, lies on his side with his back to Kunzite and his arms crossed]
[Kunzite lies in bed behind Zoi and gathers him into his arms]
Kunzite: What's wrong.
Zoi: [sulks] I don't like it when you yell at people.
Kunzite: They're just youma.
Zoi: I don't care. I don't want you to be mean to them. It makes me worry you'll be mean to me too. After you become bored with me.
Kunzite: [smiles and strokes his hair] Now how could I ever become bored with someone as mercurial as you are?
Zoi: We're going to be married to each other for a very, very long time, you know.
[Kunzite turns him in his arms until he is facing him and try as he might, Zoi can't stay mad at him.]
Kunzite: I think you will find married life suits me extremely well. I am, above all, a creature of habit, acclimated to comfort and ill-suited for change. If anyone is going to get bored of our marriage, it is you.
[Zoi traces his finger over Kunzite's chest muscles dreamily]
Zoi: How could anyone get bored of all this beefcake?
[Kunzite tips Zoi's chin up until he is looking him in the eyes.]
Kunzite: Stop objectifying me. I have a brain, you know.
Zoi: Yes. You do. [Kisses Kunzite softly on the lips]
Kunzite: [kisses him back and then sighs] Okay, fine.
Zoi: What?
Kunzite: [sighs again] If it makes you happy, I'll stop yelling at people.
Zoi: [Startled] Just like that?
Kunzite: [shrugs] I've never had a reason not to yell at people before.
[Zoi gives Kunzite a big hug and kiss, then accepts a spoonful of the medicine without arguing.]
Kunzite: It's late. We should get some sleep.
[Kunzite tucks them both into bed and puts his arm over Zoi. ]
[Zoi leans his head against his shoulder and sighs happily.]
Kunzite: What are you thinking about?
Zoi: I'm thinking, since I'm not contagious, I'd like you to kiss me again.
Kunzite: [smiles] You're high maintenance tonight.
Zoi: Yes, I am-but please, don't do anything you don't want to do.
Kunzite: [laughs] Heaven forbid I should do anything I don't want to do.
[Kunzite puts his hand under Zoi's chin and pulls his face up to his.]
[The kiss is gentle at first, but then Kunzite's lips become much more urgent, his free hands twisting in Zoi's hair and holding Zoi's face firmly against his.]
[Zoi tangles his hand in Kunzite's hair as well.]
[Kunzite's body is still as Zoi rubs himself against him. But soon Zoi's strength gives out and he lies weak in Kunzite's arms]
[Kunzite stops kissing him abruptly and pushes him away with gentle, firm hands.]
Zoi sinks back on the pillow, gasping, his head spinning.]
Kunzite: [breathless] Sorry, that was out of line.
Zoi: I don't mind.
Kunzite: You need to rest. Try to sleep, Zoisite.
Zoi: No. I want you to kiss me again.
Kunzite: You're either underestimating your illness or overestimating my self-control. Now why don't you stop pushing your luck and go to sleep?
Zoi: Fine. [snuggles against Kunzite .]
[Kunzite kisses his forehead before they drift off to sleep.]