Dressing Each other's Clothes

Disclaimer: Sailormoon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko, Kodansha and Toei Animation. All characters, settings etc. are used without permission. This is a fanfiction of Sailor Moon, for my interest in the KunZoi pair, and I promise that there is definitely neither illegal nor financial purpose.

Theme challenge: Dressing Each other's Clothes.

The story:

Zoisite was in fact, according to the standard of human being, a slender good looking boy(not that straight, though) beyond average height. However, he had to admit himself the shortest among the four heavenly kings. He was much thinner, or as Nephrite had said, tinier, than his three fellows.

Zoisite studied the cape with sapphire epaulets circling him despondently. It looked far from handsome which he imagined. The cape mopped on the floor, made him look no matter funny but even tinier—after all, the owner of the cape was more than ten centimeters over height.

The delicate boy sighed. He didn't even want to try the uniform used to match the cape. He could almost imagine how he looked in that uniform. It might be like a dress of some random actress considering Zoisite's outstanding beauty, if not more like some costume in some ancient oriental country. What was worse, Zoisite realized that if he put on Kunzite's uniform and left the first button unbuttoned as what his lover does, the uniform would surely slide down along his shoulders.

The pretty sakura was too busy studying Kunzite's clothes to notice the silver-haired man smirking at the entrance of the room he shared with the other man staring at him with interest for quite a while.

"Well, Zoisite, are you trying to make yourself look more…masculine by wearing my clothes?" Eventually Kunzite started. He meant to say "mature", yet he remembered Zoisite dislike anyone figuring out his being childish, though in fact he was. As a result, Kunzite preferred another word.

The boy who was acting a dress doll was shocked by the sudden voice before he noticed the exist of the other tennou. Kunzite stepped into the room with an entertained expression while he faked an icy tone: "Is that your opinion that internal character could be changed by superficial appearance?" Yet, he didn't hide his affection in his sight.

"Your glory made whatever clothes fade and useless, Zoisite." Kunzite kept smiling when sat next to his gorgeous lover. Zoisite noticed the paronomasia his lover played with, hence, he couldn't help blushed.

"Then…" The boy suddenly smirked slyly with those emerald eyes rolling. He snuggled his face on Kunzite's chest, blinked and pretended to be serious: "What's your order, Kunzite-sama? Are you asking me to take off…your clothes, or…take off your clothes?"

The highest-ranked tennou's smirk deepened: "Both, my Zoisite."

"Comply with your wish, Kunzite-sama!"