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Demande is alive. Seiya has come back. Mamoru is finally home (alive again).
The three of them compromise to share her for at least one night.
It was cold out, and Usagi wanted nothing more than to get inside. She was tired and school had not gone well, so she wasn't in the best of moods as she walked to the Crown Gaming Center. Seiya was back, and had been annoying her all through class, whispering, poking the back of her head, and finally had passed her a note that asked if he could talk to her. She'd finally agreed, so long as Mamoru could be there. She felt uncomfortable with him now that the girls had pointed out he wanted to be her boyfriend. All she wanted was Mamoru and the future she had already seen. She wanted little Chibi-Usa to be born, wanted to live with Mamoru, and wanted a life where there was some peace for the people on Earth.
She walked into the gaming center, and found Mamoru sitting at a table talking to Demande of all people. She had saved him, long ago, using her crystal to heal him, but they didn't interact all that much, and she wondered why he was with Mamoru. Instead of going to them she walked to the counter and looked at Motoki, who was already making her a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. It was her go to drink on chilly winter days, and she was glad he always seemed to know.
She took the cup, and went to pay, but Motoki assured her that Mamoru had already taken care of it. She smiled and looked over to where he was sitting. He smiled back and waved her over. She didn't see Demande any more, and she was grateful. She could never be all that comfortable around him since he'd kissed her against her will. That had taken a long time to get over.
Mamoru stood to enfold her in his arms, and he slid her into the booth, sitting beside her so that he was on the outside and she was against the wall. It was an odd choice, because now she had to turn on the bench seat to look over at him. He seemed nervous, and maybe even a little upset.
"What's wrong Mamo-chan?" she asked, trying to coax him into talking out the problem. "Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head.
"Um, no actually. It's about you, but it's not anything you actually did. Do you remember when Haruka tried to kiss you, and I saw and was a bit upset?"
"Yes," now she was confused. "But I haven't seen her in weeks. Besides, I would never cheat on you Mamoru!"
"No, it's something different. I'm not explaining this right. I'm feeling jealous and a bit insecure, but you haven't done anything wrong."
"I don't understand."
"I've been approached by both Seiya and Demande." he said finally. "They both think... given the chance, that you could learn to like them better than me... or that perhaps, you could love all three of us the same way. They've asked me to share your time with them for at least one night, possibly more, so that you can have a choice."
Usagi's mouth fell open. This was not what she had expected at all. Before she could say anything, Mamoru lifted his hand, and waved. Both Demande and Seiya slid into the booth across from them.
"Hey Odango," Seiya smiled.
"Hello Usagi," said Demande.
Usagi just continued to stare at Mamoru, her mouth slightly open in an 'o' of shock. What on Earth could he be thinking. She hoped he hadn't agreed to this, because she certainly wouldn't. She leaned back away from him as far as she could, and stared. Maybe she was dreaming. After a hard pinch to her thigh and a small screech of pain she decided she wasn't. Maybe he had a fever. She lifted her wrist to his forehead to check. Nope. Hmm, maybe she was hallucinating. But everything else seemed real.
So, she did the only thing she could do. She slid down and scuttled under the table, and scrambled her way across their feet to the other side, before standing and taking off running. It was the only choice she could make in that moment. She ran as fast as she could, calling on the strength of the Senshi. But she wasn't fast enough. She'd forgotten for a moment, none of them were normal humans, and Tuxedo Kamen could find her anywhere. They had all chased her, and she was caught by Star Fighter, Tuxedo Mask and Prince Demande.
Shit!
Prince Demande grabbed her tight around the waist, and a moment later Star Fighter stole her brooch. Tuxedo Kamen calmly moved to his car, which was parked about a block away, and the others followed. She struggled, but it was no use. They wanted to talk and weren't willing to let her go until she listened. She had a sudden moment of inspiration and pressed the SOS button on her communicator, which would broadcast her location, but put it into silent mode so no one knew she had called for help. She just prayed the other Senshi would hurry.
Star Fighter noticed what she had done, and took the communicator from her wrist, putting it in her subspace pocket. She was pushed into the car, and held still by Star Fighter on one side and Prince Demande on the other in the back seat. Tuxedo Kamen was in the driver's seat. She screamed in frustrated anger. "I will not do this! Do you hear me? None of you are getting near me ever again! I hate you!"
"Calm down!" It was Seiya next to her again, and Demande on her other side, with Mamoru driving. "It's not like were going to rape you! We just want to talk."
"Oh, really? Don't I get a say in all this? Because I say no! TO ALL OF YOU!" She directed the last, angry comment towards Mamoru. "I wont be a part of this!" Seiya covered her mouth and she tried to bite him. They drove out of the city and deep into the countryside, passing little villages along the way. It took nearly an hour to get to a small cabin in the woods. There was nothing around for miles. Mamoru asked Demande to hide the car, and he and Seiya pushed and pulled Usagi inside.
"If you wanted to talk to me, we could have just gone to your apartment," she hissed. "How dare you treat me like this!"
"You would have jumped off the balcony and we both know it." Mamoru insisted. "This is better, you can scream all you want and no one will come running thinking we're murdering you."
"This is kidnapping! I'll have you all arrested!" She growled. "I hate you!" They pulled her to a cream colored chair with thick cushions and forced her to sit.
"Are you going to stay there Odango? Or do we have to tie you down?" Seiya grinned.
"Fuck you!"
"Okay!" He grinned at the joke, but it wasn't funny to Usagi. She launched herself out of the chair, her fingers curled into claws and aimed at his eyes. He caught her easily. She struggled and fought, and finally getting a mouthful of his shoulder, she bit down and wouldn't let go.
Demande came in, and he and Mamoru finally made her release Seiya. They tied her wrists to the arms of the chair, and her ankles to the legs. She struggled harder, trying to overturn it, but had to give up after a few minutes, her energy spent, and she sank down in on herself, sad and angry, and feeling betrayed.
"Usako," started Mamoru, and her head shot up.
"NO! You don't get to call me that after what you just did. It wasn't bad enough that Demande kidnapped me, kissed me against my will, and was probably about to rape me before you rescued me? Or that Seiya here spent months coming on to me and even tried to force me to kiss him when you were gone? Isn't enough that I showed my faithfulness time and time and time again, never looking at anyone but you...? Isn't it enough that when you broke up with me over a FUCKING DREAM, I never so much as thought of finding someone else? Isn't it enough that I saved your ass, brought you back to life, DIED FOR YOU?"
She looked at him, strait in the face, and she wept. Like a little lost child, she just wept. He tried to comfort her, but she didn't want her anywhere near her and screamed for him not to touch her ever again.
He looked broken after that, they all did, and though she felt guilty for hurting them, she wanted them to let her go. "Bring me HOME!" she ordered, though she knew they wouldn't listen.
"Usagi," said Mamoru finally. "We just wanted you to hear us out."
"I love you," added Seiya. "I've loved you almost from the minute I met you. But you never even looked at me. Maybe if you had, if you hadn't been so hung up on Mamoru that you couldn't see me, then I might have had a chance."
"I've wanted you for so long..." Demande added.
Usagi said nothing. What could she say? She'd been as clear as she could be, and they wouldn't listen.
"Usagi, you are my world," Mamoru's voice was hoarse. "I thought... maybe if you had the chance to be with someone else, you'd want to at least try, to see if it was really me you loved."
"We have so much fun together," Seiya said. "Mamoru is so serious, and you need fun in your life."
"I want to see you grow into the queen you'll someday be. I just want to be part of your life." Demande smiled, and rubbed his fingertips over the back of her hand in small circles.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Mamoru admitted. "I didn't think..." he trailed off.
"We're sorry," Seiya added.
"We just wanted you to listen to us." Demande agreed. "We wanted you to see that there was another way."
"I don't really want to share you Usagi, but I have to know." He sighed. "What if my love for you isn't enough?"
Usagi's tears had started to slow, but she let out a sob at that. "You mean... you don't love me?" She looked carefully at Mamoru and waited for his answer.
"I do!" he insisted. "I love you so much my heart aches. But can I make you happy?" He sighed again. "I mean, is the love of one man going to be enough when there are three of us who love you?"
"Please give us a chance," added Demande.
"Just let us show you what it could be like to have three people who love you in your life." Seiya begged. "We know you love Mamoru, but can't you at least think about loving us too?"
She nodded, though she knew in her heart she could only be in love with Mamoru. She wanted them to let her go, to bring her home.
Seiya reached into his subspace pocket and pulled out her communicator, handing it to Mamoru, who walked outside. Demande untied her feet, and Seiya untied her wrists. She rubbed at them, though they weren't too sore.
Mamoru came back inside. "Ami says she'll cover for you with your parents." He sat on the couch across from her, and held out his arms. She went to him, and crawled into his lap. Seiya sat next to them on one side, and Demande on the other.
"Can you ever forgive us?" Seiya asked, in the tone that always made her want to give him his way. She nodded, but she still wasn't happy. He rubbed Up and down her thigh gently. "Thank you," he whispered, and he leaned in to kiss her cheek.
Demande took one of her hands, and rubbed his thumb over her palm, sending shivers up her spine. He lifted her hand to his lips, placed a kiss where he'd been rubbing, and closed her hand around it.
"I brought you some food," Seiya said, and laughed when she sat up smiling. He pulled several bags of takeout from his subspace pocket and laid everything on the coffee table. They all got down onto the floor to eat.
The food was gone, and Mamoru had produced some of her things from his subspace pocket. A nightgown, her hairbrush and toothbrush, and a few books of manga. Her school bag, which she'd left on the bench in the arcade, came next, and she groaned. "I am not doing homework tonight," she insisted. The day had been too long, too strange, and she had the whole weekend. She went into the bathroom to shower and change, and brushed her teeth.
Sitting on the couch in the living room area she began brushing her hair dry. Seiya reached for the brush and took over. It was something Mamoru had done many times when she'd stayed the night with him, and she loved it. It felt nice when Seiya did it too. Mamoru went and showered next, and took over the brushing while Seiya took his turn. Demande went last, and lost the hot water about halfway through. He asked for a turn with the brush, though her hair was already dry, and she nodded.
Seiya knelt in front of her and took her hands. "We really are sorry for what we did. We talked about it while you were in the shower. Will you let us make it up to you?"
Usagi could only nod. Demande put the brush away then, and Mamoru pulled her across the couch so that she was resting on him. His hands went to the top of her nightgown, and he slipped it down to uncover her breasts. The chilly air touched them and her nipples peaked. He ran his thumbs back and forth over them, playing her like a fiddle.
Seiya lifted her nightgown and gently slid her panties down, pulling her to the edge of Mamoru's lap. He leaned in and smelled her, groaning in pleasure. Demande leaned over from her side and kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly she was being lifted, and Mamoru carried her into the bedroom. The bed was massive, more than enough for four people. He slipped her nightgown over her head and laid her gently in the center of the bed. He stripped his own clothing off and moved so that he was on her right side. Seiya undressed and took her left, and Demand tore his clothing off and crawled up from the bottom so that he was between her legs.
Mamoru and Seiya each took a breast, plumping them and sucking her nipples. Mamoru knew what she liked and Seiya copied him move for move, while Demande lowered his face to her clit and licked over it gently. He spread her lower lips open and licked her slit and back up onto her clit again, suckling her into his mouth and nipping gently.
Her body writhed in time with his motions, her hips raising to meet him, pressing against his face in need. Mamoru and Seiya suckled harder as she came closer and closer to that first peak. She was panting and thrashing now, mewling In need, and when Demande slid two fingers into her channel she exploded in orgasm. Crying out in a ragged voice, she moaned as he slid up her body, kneeling now, between her legs, and lifted her hips to rest on his thighs.
Mamoru and Seiya worked her nipples more vigorously as Demande pressed against her entrance, slipping inside her moist depths. His cock was different than Mamoru's. Not as thick, or quite as long, and the curve was different, the bend more pronounced. Because of that curve, every thrust his the sensitive spot just inside her that sent her over the edge. Mamoru slid one hand down her belly, and pinched her clit. She screamed a second release, and Demande sped his thrusts as her walls clenched around him, loosing himself deep inside her.
A few moments passed, before he pulled out of her, and traded places with Mamoru. Mamoru attacked he clit, sucking it hard and clamping his teeth over it in a gentle but firm nibble, swiping his tongue over the flesh as he held it still. Her hips were shaking, her whole body quivering as the orgasm built and built inside her, and she exploded against him, his teeth scraping her as she shook violently. He moved into position and took her with a hard violent thrust. She screamed out in pleasure, and he set his rhythm moving fast, pressing deep, and almost hurting her with his need. His cock slammed into her depths, hitting her cervix, and he moved his thumb across her clit roughly, until she was shaking and sobbing through another orgasm. He shouted as he released his own load inside her.
When Seiya moved between her legs, he didn't go down on her. He simply began pushing inside, his cock longer and thicker than Mamoru's, and the head swollen even rounder. She screamed when he sheathed himself fully, and came instantly. He held himself back. He'd been waiting for this moment for so long, he wanted to enjoy it. It was the loss of his (male, at least) virginity, and he needed it to last as long as she could take it. Mamoru and Demande began biting her nipples as he took her in fast, hard thrusts. He was so thick that she couldn't help but orgasm again and again when he filled her completely. Mamoru was working her clit more roughly now, and both he and Demande were torturing her nipples, using their teeth to pull on them, pulling them up away from her body.
Her hips undulated on Seiya's lap and she screamed again and again. Her pussy clenched hard and this time Seiya lost himself, is hips bucking wildly for a moment before he released load after load of thick semen into her. He stayed still, held deep inside her for several moments before pulling out. Mamoru had gone to get washcloths, and gently cleaned, first her breasts and then between her legs. He and the others cleaned themselves as well, and Mamoru lifted her, laying underneath her chest to chest, while Demande and Seiya lay to either side, each holding one of her hands.
She was tired and sore, but in a blissful way. She wondered why she'd fought them so hard. At the very least she was well satisfied. Better than she could ever have imagined. The truth was in her own way she did love all three, though perhaps not the way they might want.
Demande, in the end had sacrificed himself to save her. She loved him for that, but she wasn't in love with him. she supposed, given enough time, and if she really tried, she could truly love him, but it would never be the same as what she felt for Mamoru. She knew also, that she would never be able to erase the image of him forcing her to kiss him, nearly forcing her to do more. As kind and gentle as he had been tonight, it wouldn't erase those memories.
Seiya was different. Though he had tried to kiss her once, he had stopped when she started to cry, and had listened to her. He was a best friend, a confidant, and someone who constantly made her laugh. She could choose to love him, but it still wouldn't be the same. He wasn't her soulmate, no matter how happy he made her. She could open her heart to him, add her to her relationship with Mamoru, but would it really be fair to him? Would it be everything he needed?
She sighed, and felt Mamoru's arms tighten around her. It was only one night, she reminded herself. She'd never promised to fall in love with them. She loved Seiya in her own way, and if she had never met Mamoru, maybe they would have been happy together. She fell asleep, still thinking, nestled in Mamoru's arms, and surrounded by two other lovers.