Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon, no any characters therein. I also do not own the quotations taken from William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.


A Little Knowledge
By: Achillies-Heel





Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

-Puck, A Midsummer Night's dream

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The average teenager will have a sexual impulse every ten seconds.
Even with the darkness that hung like a thick curtain in the court, Demando could see his brother's face burn a bright crimson.
Revolting. A waste of energy.
Demando began turning pages, apparently disinterested now that he had come to understand the depth and scope of the teenage brain.
Where did you acquire such a... book? He demanded, turning the narrow booklet in his hands, as though looking at a map.
Saffire corrected.
Demando focused sharp crimson eyes on his brother.
It was given to me at school. My teacher called it sexual education.
At this, Demando arched a silvery eye brow.
And the results of this...education? Was it effective?
Saffire remembered the wide, pulsating eyes of his other classmates as the sex-Ed period rolled on for what seemed a century.
Yes. They were hypnotized. It was as if they had absolutely no will of their own.
Demando lowered his gaze to the flimsy paper between his fingers.
Is that so? An intrigued smile touched the corner of his lips. Saffire bowed his head, hoping that whatever plot his elder brother was hatching it did not directly involve him. Partaking in physical education with humans was humiliating enough.
I want to learn more... The pamphlet fluttered to the ground and was replaced by a slender column of glass.
I wish to learn of courting rituals.
It shall be done. Saffire bowed deeply, hiding the slight twitch that surfaced along the corner of his eye. Demando waved his hand dismissively, though the gesture lacked harshness. Saffire sank back into the darkness, until he was no longer in the cold, empty courtroom.
Every ten seconds. How weak these mortals are when faced with their own carnal nature. Demando mused, and brought the glass to his lips.
The red wine was sweet and spicy on his tongue. It danced, caressed, and spilt into his mouth- weaving sweetness and spice together until both became one, dark and light, soft and sharp, agony and glory,white and gold, pale and silken. Pure heat poured over his cold limbs, waking his skin to each heady breath and touch- and before the hot liquid had burned down his throat, the glass was empty.
The glass was abruptly slammed back to it's resting place, where it crumbled within his hand like sand.
Demando's shoulders rose and fell, his breaths shallow. Her eyes were dark and hooded with desire. They burned into his very soul. Every inch of his body shook before those tantalizing blue eyes. A fierce want that he kept locked away growled and rattled its cage.
Every ten seconds... Demando repeated, questioningly.





A/N: Is even a word? O.o;