Power

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Kunzite never looks at women, and yet when he masturbates methodically, most mornings, he thinks of them.

By now he's disporting himself frequently with all the Shitennou, and, less often, with Master Endymion himself. He's never considered himself a sexual being--one thing or another, training or duties or power, has always been more important, and still is--but he's somehow metamorphosed into one, and it's too late to be disconcerted by it. They've all come to rely on him, and now that he's discovered that sex and power could go hand in hand...well, that's that.

Hence the ritual morning release of tension. Easier to play the game when the urge to simply grab his victim and fuck him so he could come already is lessened. Control is another aspect of power, after all.

And what would be the point of playing with a weakling? That is why he loves his Shitennou so--the power in Nephrite's seemingly boundless yen for pain, the exquisite mind games he plays with Zoisite and the Master. Power even in Jadeite's sheer energy and sexual appetite. Not like the wilting flowers of Earth's court, all shy and weak-willed and wasting their time in jealousy and gossip. Like that red-haired wench who keeps making doe-eyes at the Master from behind pillars--how can a woman expect to find a lover by hiding from him? No guts.

She'd be a horrible match for him anyway. Bad family.

He wishes he could force his mind to stop presenting vague, shining fantasies, impossible dreams, of women with guts and brains, with spark and shadow in their eyes and appetites as perverse as his own. It's an exercise in frustration. And humiliation, to not have control of such things.

Earth doesn't make women well. But the heavens, he discovers, the heavens are another matter. When the envoys come, for once, he looks: at the four soldiers who guard them, small bodies standing tall and proud, long bare legs scandalous down the marble halls of Earth. Even the quietest one, in blue, stronger than any woman he's yet met. He wonders, before checking himself, if they play amongst themselves as his Shitennou do...

But they were of the Moon, and he was of the Earth, and of course it could not be. And of course he understood when his master looked long after their high-strung princess. And of course, in the end, he hated him all the more, for giving in when he did not.