Sailor Moon S 'Rise of the Messiah' ch.1

(I woke up once again to the sun shining in my face. I was so happy that I was back, granted I had been back for about a month now but still, it felt great. I saw the new picture of myself and Mamo – chan that he had framed. No longer a simpler one of just his arm over my shoulder even though that picture was sweet. The new one had his arms completely wrapped around me as flowers were being blown behind us. It stated so much about how intimate our relationship both mentally and physically now was.

The wind had come up and caught them at just the right time, making the picture the girls took of us extra special. Mamo – chan had been carefree, happy and had not bothered to be PDA shy as he normally would have been. He relished being with me in a not so subtle manner now. The small time ice cream dates expanded into stolen kisses and subtle touches that no one but us knew about.

All in all it seemed my time away had changed Mamo – chan but for the better. Looking over I saw his face being caressed by the morning light. Sleeping over at his place was risky, papa thought I was over at the temple after a grueling study session for high school entrance exams, it was a half-truth. We had all been at the temple studying but I went home with Mamo – chan right after I called home and said I wanted to get some extra time to study, that I had a test that I wanted to be prepared for so I wouldn't be home that night.

I didn't like lying to him but it seemed to be the only way. The last two weeks alone he'd been trying to talk Mamo – chan up to the neighbors so that possibly they knew someone for him, as long as he was away from me. It hurt to know that, it was why I had been building up the courage to talk to him about Mamo – chan, tell him that we cared very deeply for one another and that he and I had started to see one another.

I didn't have to worry about mama, she already seemed to know about where I was really going, I remember her cornering me and even going as far as giving me the number to her gyno for birth control pills. Safe to say I had been mortified but thankful. Once on them Mamo – chan had been as stunned as myself but thankful since he didn't always have to have condoms for us to use. I just had to keep it a secret from papa. Plus as an added bonus, they really helped with my cramps, and speaking of…

I reached over and looked at Mamo – chan's cell phone to see the date on there. In just a little bit I would start on my 'red dragon' as papa and Shingo called it, something they used to call us whenever mama or myself were on it. It was a funny bit and it stuck. I really wanted to be with Mamo – chan at least once more before it started up again. Right after I got back home it started up that is.

I had completely forgotten about it with all the stressing over the Dark Moon family and Wiseman. But it came and for that week Mamo – chan was still a happy camper. He was just glad to have me back that he didn't mind the non sex aspects. Just content to having me lay or spend time with him. I still felt bad though, not to mention right around that time we got a new student in our class room. He wasn't completely new to the school system but he worked his schedule completely over.

He looked like a younger Sapphire only with a very cocky grin to his features and blonde streaks in his hair. Being new in the class I didn't protest to being his partner for the school project we had. Naru had Umino, Ami was going to ask me when another student started to talk to her. She blushed at his jokes and I waved it off. She could use a little love in her life. So I became partners with Owen. He was sweet but a little to self-absorbed, he was a gaijin so it was only understandable. He definitely had a bit of Rei's personality.

It drove me a bit nuts at times but I ignored it and went on. But for now if I didn't wake Mamo – chan up we both would be late for classes. I got the devil inside me and ducked under the covers to give him a wake me up. Since our time together neither one of us bothered with wearing clothes to bed however, seeing his fine muscular body beneath the sheets still had me blushing, yet anticipating when I snuck over his legs.)

Crawling up his body like a panther Usagi gently began to massage his inner thighs tearing some sleepy moans from his croaky throat. Cradling his balls she slowly massaged them before placing a kiss on his member. His bleary eyes opened as he began to clench the sheets, not fully aware that Usagi was down there. It wasn't till she gave a small giggle to his next deep moan that he fully woke up.

"Morning Mamo – chan…" she smiled mischievously as he pulled down the sheet to see her, hovering above his now erect member. His surprise was all over his face as she licked the head in front of him, causing his upper head to make an audible thud against the pillow as he swore in pleasure. "Usako…!" he clearly hadn't expected this. Taking him in deeper, she slowly lowered herself down until she felt him hit the back of her throat. Mamoru was gripping the sheets, not wanting to come just yet. This was a rarity.

He wasn't used to getting pleasure in this form, at least not that often. Previous girlfriends had been there but had been unable to go as far as his Usako could. She was still a bit shy to do something's, but she was experimenting when she felt like it. This was one of those moments. As adventurous as they were he loved how at some points he could still get her to blush at what he said or a small caress that would make her body tingle. Their connection a near vibration of what she felt went through him at all intervals.

It had been strange…at first, but once the love making had started it seemed that more of his own previous memories of how intimate they were came to the forefront. He himself had blushed on several occasions at what they had done in their previous life. At one point when he was online in the library at the college, he looked up a few of the positions he remembered to figure out what they were even called.

But right now, libraries, college, anything book related flew out the window as his felt her taking in his member all the way to the base of him. Her lips brushing his pubic hair as her hands gently massaged his balls, making him grip his sheets in pleasure filled agony. He held his breath hoping it would keep the orgasm from coming. He wanted to enjoy this treat from her for all it was worth.

However the pressure was mounting on him. His breathing he could not hold as she sucked him like she would a popsicle. Seconds later he felt air as she took him from her mouth, part of him wondered why she had stopped when the other part wanted to be able to hold off just a bit longer. "Usako…?" he asked before she simply flicked the tip with her tongue and drove down causing him to buck up against her face. Her mouth so full of him she was almost having trouble breathing in air.

For her she enjoyed this. Shy as she was she only felt brave enough to do this in the privacy of their bedroom as he called it. They had expanded the sexual activities elsewhere in the apartment but the bedroom and the bathroom were her favorite. Already they had christened a few places, un able to keep their hands from each other once she got back. At one point he had wanted to take her against the front door but hearing neighbors talking outside had stomped that out.

Not to mention they had nothing to gag one another with. That memory still made him hard as a rock. It was the sight of her sex kitten bedroom eyes that had him losing his control. The need to draw this out further gone. Lips touching his pubic hair, hands caresses his balls, and eyes sweet as sin looking at him like he was the only man in the world made him lose it. "Gomen my Usako…" he hoped he wouldn't scare her off.

In seconds his hands abandon the sheets and gripped her head with intent. Mumbled sounds came from her mouth as she spoke around him. The vibrations killed him. Slipping him out she stated with a dose of sex in her voice, "Don't be…I want to feel you…coming down my throat." Her words had him at deaths door as he started to build a fast rhythm of pumping her head up and down on his member. Gritting his teeth he tried not to lose control and scare her, but as she tried to talk again the vibrations made him fall over the edge.

Slamming his hips up into her face, his length was slammed down her throat, letting go of his release as she happily drank him down. He fell back to the bed with a thud. "I…oh kami Usako." He muttered, combing his hands through her hair in the softest of motions, "I love having him in my mouth like that." She smirked, eyeing his member. He smiled, "So does he…so do I…" he was reeling from the morning surprise, "We need to get ready for school." He mumbled, not wanting to leave his bed, or rather leave her.

"Me neither, demo, I need to get to school…" she exited the bed and padded naked to where her school uniform was. Nestled in a drawer of Mamoru's dresser of the far side of the room. While Mamoru admired her perfect curvy form glowing in the warm morning light, filtering through his bedroom window set just above his bed. Her long golden hair swaying like liquid purity down her back and near the backs of her knees.

She had been keeping a few sets of clothes over at his place including a set of her school uniforms, that way she wouldn't have to worry about constantly packing new clothes. Already she had taken up a near drawer full of his dresser. Something he was all to happy about. The other clothes were her more intimating mature pieces. At least that way her father wouldn't see them when her mother did the laundry.

There was even a few of her own bedroom knickknacks on top of his dresser. Her little black makeup bag, perfume and antique wood and marble handled hair brush she had gotten from her grandmother as young girl. It was one of her most cherished belongings, she never felt right going to sleep without giving her hair a though brushing with it.

She was beginning to wonder when her papa would figure it out. Her mama didn't even know, and she hoped she wasn't pushing it for them both. Even if she did graduate early she would still only be 17. Still, as far as she knew, legally under her parents law. And she had no intention of getting emancipated, loving her parents both just also having a deep love for her future husband as well. It was why she was working so hard. Already her grades were in C-B status. A significant improvement from her D-C average.

Her parents were truly starting to wonder before Diamond happened whether or not she would flunk out. Luckily studying with Mamoru paid off. Now just to convince her teachers as well that she was a better student. As it was unbeknownst to her, as she dressed, Mamoru had his eyes glued to her body. Loving every dip, every curve, and eyeing her beautiful athletic frame with his cobalt blue eyes. Bending over, skirt in place she went to grab her socks when she heard a small sound, akin to a growl.

Looking to him she saw his eyes glaze over in need, "Mamo – chan, I thought I took care of you already?" she purred. His sex filled eyes meeting hers. "Kami…you are the definition of innocent school girl in need of corruption." He sprang from the bed, laughing playfully. The blow job from before, not enough to satisfy his hunger for her. With a playful giggle of her own, she ran out of the room.

She had only managed to put on her white lace bra, matching underwear and skirt, before her beloved started hunting her down. Enjoying this strange cat and mouse game of theirs, she ducked behind one of the white flanking chairs in the living room. "Mamo – chan! We need to get to school!" she sing songed, evading his naked form as he burst out of their bedroom and into the living area. The morning sun just peeking over the steel landscape of Tokyo beyond the large balcony window.

For once being the chasie not the chaser, she giggled in amusement as she vaulted herself over the couch. He looked very much like an alpha lion hunting for his prey. Only this prey was for mating with. "We can stand to be a little bit late…my little Usako…" he grinned, leaping onto the couch cushions, ready to pounce when his phone rang. He looked torn between taking his giggling Usako behind the couch or answering the annoying device.

He took a stumbling step off the couch before the answering machine picked it up, "Chiba, Mamoru this is professor Kyoukan, I'd like for you to come in early to class today. I think you would be valuable as a teacher's assistant. Your marks are the highest and I think this would look good for any type of resume you have. See you soon." Mamoru was happy about that, he had been busting his ass for the entire semester. His only downside to that would be not taking his beautiful Usako up against the wall…again.

"Mamo – chan this is great!" she cheered before jumping up, scrambling over the couch and tackling him in a bear hug. She no longer cared about trying to flee him, only in celebrating that he was doing so well in his classes. That his professor picked him to help teach the class. He groaned, now he had her more than willing body against his and his professor asked him to come into class early.

"Not fair…" he grumbled. Early to class would mean to leave within five minutes. Still naked he gave her a little kiss before sulking to their bedroom and getting dressed. "This is a good thing!" she yelled from the living room, all exuberant and cheerful.

"A good thing would be slamming you into the sofa!" he called back with irritation, noting her blush and glint in her eyes as she re- entered their bedroom, "Demo, your right, this is good news. And I'm glad you're here to share it with me." He smiled. After putting boxers and beige pants on he pulled his black sweater over his head. Giving Usagi the space she needed to get her shirt on and tie her bow.

She quickly got her hair in order, brushing out the tangles thanks to Mamoru's gripping of it from earlier and grabbing her beige satchel from the floor beside the dresser. While he grabbed his brief case, Usagi was in tow behind him as they left the apartment. A couple minutes later, after a quick make out session in the elevator on the way down to the parking garage which for the couple didn't seem long enough.

They were settled in his red mustang, he kicked it into gear, drive out of the cool shade as the large metal door pulled up. Revving loudly as he burst out of the garage and into the sunshine of the busy avenue his apartment was on heading off to Juban to get her to school first.

Rolling up before the gates of the Junior High. He gently put the car in park, leaning over the side console leaning in for a kiss, as he cupped her face he spotted the young man, seemingly waiting for her. He was much shorter and stockier then Mamoru. With dark hair the tips tinted blonde and dark blue eyes much like his. He had square looking face, of sturdy lines unmistakable as an American.

He was lounging against the brick fence in his dark blue suit and tie of the male school uniform, with his hands thrust deep into his pants pockets, searching around the milling crowds for someone.

"Friend?" he asked, wondering why the boy was bypassing many other worthy girls but seemingly waiting on his.

"Oh that's my partner. Owen – chan. He's a nice guy, a bit cocky, demo nice." She glanced away acknowledging the boy waiting for her. She looked back to see her boyfriend's eyes briefly narrow, "Mamo – chan as sweet as it is that your jealousy you know I only have eyes for you, my soul mate."

He nodded, "Gomen…I love you." He stated. She gave him a final kiss before exiting the car.

He stayed behind for a few seconds watching the small interaction. While the young man wasn't as forth coming with affections with her, to which he was happy about, he was still weary of the young man. He was a punk and was encroaching on his territory. He had just gotten through this kind of trouble with Diamond he wasn't eager to engage again. But something seemed off and it bugged him to know why.

He didn't normally get jealous over other men looking as his Usako, but lately it seemed her new found confidence, her over all more mature attitude, was shifting other people's attentions more positively towards her. Her teachers were surprised, but proud of her new show of effort in her studies, her peers were treating her less like a child and more like a competent individual. But he was also noting how the male population of Juban Junior high was taken note of her more as well, especially this Owen character.

He'd been trying to ignore it for a while, but it seemed other guys were noticing his girl more often. It was something he wasn't used to. He knew he had a beautiful woman, but to now know that others could see her as such as well, put him more on guard. On more than a few occasions when they went out for dates if he went to the restroom. He would come out to find her in random conversations with more than apparently flirting guys. While she wasn't responding to their subtle gambits, he still found it unsettling.

Just simple talking but in the end it raised his hackles a bit. It wasn't any lack of trust in her, for with her experience with Diamond her lesson had been learned. Still trusting in plain talking but otherwise if the conversation shifted or bodies got to close she would slip and slide her way out and say a sweet 'goodbye' before fleeing away. She did not want to meet another Diamond that was for sure.

Leaving the school grounds he headed to class himself. Just barely getting there 15 minutes early to speak with the professor, "Gomen for being a little late." He offered, rushing into the amphitheater and down the stairs to the professor's dais at the bottom. An older Japanese man of barely five feet, who oddly looked a lot like Mr. Miagee from Karate Kid. The professor ushered him beside his large oak desk, "I wanted to talk to you about being a TA in my classes, at least the ones I teach with you. Anything extra would be up to you."

Mamoru nodded as the professor went into a bit more detail, telling him of the different objectives to obtain. He was happy that this opportunity arose, having this on a resume would be very well received for any career path he obtained. For his career goal it would be even higher marks that was for sure.

Meanwhile Usagi was working with Owen on their project. Left during third period in the school's library to work on it. She was lost in the endless rows of book shelves gathering some research material, while he went to chart some graphs online. The project, Japanese highlights throughout history. Wanting the students to go back as far as possible, see what they could find that was 'provable'.

A lot of the students first thought it would be fun, easy but soon realized that many things they tried to use for an online source weren't certified. Many pieces were theoretical, it was why Usagi went to the books instead. She wanted to laugh. If only she could show them that at one point a thousand years ago the entity of earth was united under one ruler and his ever wonderful wife, bore her soul mate.

She still remembered the day the earth and moon agreed on their marriage. Though it was forbidden at first, they decided to make it official to try and make amends for past mistakes on both parties. She remembered thanking Queen Gala for convincing her husband to let her son marry that of the White moon. The Queen's response 'There are something's that no matter how hard we fight, destiny will find a way to make its course known and followed. I am only to happy that my son has found his soul mate so early in life.'

Usagi smiled in remembrance, trying not to let a tear form, not wanting to explain it to any passerby students milling about. She found a book entitled 'Ancient Japanese culture'. "Hum? It could have something to go off of." She surmised. Walking out of the column of shelves she saw Owen talking to someone she truly wished would leave her and her friends be. She was somewhat taller than Usagi, by at least a few inches.

With short auburn hair that hung straight down near her shoulders. With dull hazel eyes currently filled with polite disinterest in whatever Owen was talking about. Dressed in the darker blue skirt and bib of Juban High. With the dark bow and loose short sleeves. While the junior high uniform was a bit more girly with a softer blue skirt the hung low to the knees, and matching bib. With a much larger red bow, puffy short sleeves with matching blue cuffs.

It seemed this girl since Ami and Naru defended Usagi and told her Mamoru was hers, somehow got it in her head that he would much more prefer a girl with quote 'actual taste, style, sex appeal and a brain to boot'. Usagi laughed at that. She was also curious as to why this first year high school student was at Juban Junior High.

Considering the brain you act with from what I was told, that brain of yours is worse off than mine! Money doesn't mean brain power, it's just means financial stability…for the time being at least. Besides, he's my Mamo – chan…he doesn't even like you…

(I wanted to roll my eyes in a ridiculous notion on that one. Even I know how childish that sounded and that was in my mind! I huffed to myself as I grabbed the dusty old book from the shelf and proceeded over to talk to my partner. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was as aggravating to him as she was for me. As Owen was more then eager to engage with Usagi, leaving the older girl now floundering for a moment as she was being politely ignored.

Seeing her glaring at me, I gave a simple 'hello' smile. Which got her to turn her nose up as she walked towards me, and whispered near my ear, "Mamoru – san may think your hot stuff now, though why I am entirely clueless on…" she stated looking at me in all seriousness.

"Demo, once he sees how much better I am, that boyfriend of yours is mine. It would be wise NOT to get in my way."

She smirked as did I, "Then understand this. When Mamo – chan says he's not interested, he means it. So if kami forbid we were to end, you would still have no chance with him. But if you are dead set on being my rival, then so be it." Narrowing her eyes at me she purposely and childishly, banged her shoulder into mine before leaving. My emotions were now a raging storm inside of me. Anger, distrust, irritation and above all a touch of trepidation. Before I could walk further I heard my name.

Usako…who are you talking about? I nearly slapped my forehead in a 'duh' moment. Mental link it was almost always on. I knew we had set some rules with it. To block thoughts during school time to avoid falling behind. Our link though brought us close, was almost like having a text message. It could also become distracting at school or for his classes. So unless we slipped up in our link it was usually meant for the other person to hear it.

Plus it was always the strongest between us when one had a very intense bout of feelings. I replied back…that girl that was hitting on you outside the temple that day. She was just being herself as usual. Never understood her beef with me. It's not like I actually did anything to her…or said anything to her…my face mirrored my confusing thoughts. Trying to remember anything that would lead to my answer.)

Forget about her…she's just jealous of you…he remarked. Not at all bothered that the school girl that had bugged him was trying to make trouble. His and her relationship was a bond that could not be un done. Hell they were surviving together through two lifetimes and even had a third in the future. Can't be…she's always been very off setting towards me, demo, never been to up front about it….more like the type to talk behind your back instead of being a real person and facing you fully.

(He agreed…sounds like she's just developing a back bone. I agreed…I need to continue on this project…I look to the clock in the library…its almost time to go…thinking on it I realize if I truly want to work on my absence I'll need to stay behind yet again to get more into this work. Mamo – chan where are you? I ask him. Crown, waiting for you to get out of school…why? He asked me back.

I'll be a bit late…so wait for me? This project could really help in getting my grades up. I'd like to make an attempt to graduate POSSIBLY early. I hoped the reasoning added that I knew I had to make up for lost time added to the fact that I was to be earth and the moons Queen in the future. I needed my education and this wasn't something that would be going away. He sighed, I could hear it even through our link.

I'll stay here…your right the work is important. Besides the better your grades improve the more likely your father will be to letting us date. Which reminds me…I mentally cringed, wondering when he would bring it up…I understand that you hold a fear of your father demo, I don't want it to continue on to much longer where he's in the dark about our relationship. Your mother may approve to certain levels demo, I still would like to be welcomed by him to.

I mentally nodded…I understand…I will wait till the next report card gets sent home and butter him up. Maybe get mama's help to, then have you over for dinner…at least that way he'll know my grades are improving a great deal and that what we have is very strong. He agreed…before I ended the conversation I added…oh by the way…I couldn't help but smile coyly…I still have your taste in my mouth…Sweet and salty my favorite combo.

I sighed with longing over the link. I could only imagine the look on his face as I closed the link so I could focus on my project with Owen. I almost gave a full out giggle over my own bold words. I knew back in the day I'd never have the courage to say something like that, even with the link, yet here we were and I felt more confident than before.)

Mamoru's eyes widened in shock at the Crown, he was sitting at the front counter nursing a cup of coffee. While Motoki absently washed down the counter with some solution from a spray bottle and a rag. A faint blush spread across Mamoru cheeks in remembrance of that morning. Catching Motoki's attention. "You okay Mamoru – san?" Motoki asked him, seeing the blush. Without thought Mamoru mumbled dreamily, "She still had my taste in her mouth…"

Motoki furrowed his brows in confusion before the look on Mamoru's still stunned face spoke volumes. For a second he flabbergasted that Mr. Calm, Cool, and at times Cold Mamoru – san was blushing over what he and Usagi had obviously done that morning. Then he got clued into his words. "DUDE!" he nearly shouted. Mamoru looked up and realized his slip.

'You didn't hear that!" he suddenly shot up and pulled Motoki in by his apron front. Giving the man a stern no nonsense glare. The blonde haired man only laughed, "So you two are really fully reconciled huh?" he asked jovially. The dark haired man sighed as he sat on the stool once more. Smiling he replied, "I wasn't sure if I should even tell you since she's like your sister and all." That and there were something's he liked to keep between Usagi and himself.

"Well as Reika – chan has pointed out on a few occasions, Usagi – chan isn't my real sister so lay it on me. Besides, you're supposed to. It's like in the guy code to brag about how good your love life is." Motoki waved off. Mamoru blanched, in a hopeful NOT demeanor. Their ways of relationship was different to his and Usagi's. Though Mamoru was a bit curious on how that was going. He hadn't seen Reika around in a bit.

He knew she was busy with studies but even he made time to spend with his Usako. He was beginning to wonder what type of effect Usagi's kidnapping had had on the blonde's relationship with his own girlfriend. "Does this mean you're going to start telling me different things that you do to get Reika – chan off?" Mamoru commented lightly, wanting to bring a rise out his best friend. Motoki blushed himself before evading that question. Not wanting to get into detail on the fact that sex hadn't been a huge contributor with his relationship with her as of late.

"I…just tell me. What's on your mind?" Motoki said, pulling Mamoru from the subject of his own love life with Reika. In truth as good as they were, when Usagi went missing he felt miserable in not being able to help. He saw Usagi as a very important person in his life. Several times already he had called her up at home, already knowing that her parents saw him as an older brother type and didn't think anything of his calls.

He knew he may have been going a tad over board but the calls helped him in some form to feel that he wasn't totally useless to her as a brotherly figure. Usagi was more than happy to chat with him, it was like old times and their conversations were long and boisterous as always. Though Reika didn't seem to thrilled that he was getting a bit excessive with it. At the time he didn't see it as a big deal.

Even when he took a shift off just to go see how she was doing. He had purposely gone over to Usagi's house barely two weeks later and had spent the rest of the day and evening there till he noticed how dark it was and had to leave. As if he was terrified if he didn't keep tabs on her she would just fade away.

In short he had for a few weeks shut Reika out and felt bad about it. He did love her more than anything but sometimes, when she left or when she buried herself in her own books his mind went back to the changing room and seeing how his 'sister' had been growing up. Thinking that one day she would be an independent woman and have no need of her one time Oneesan. Of course he couldn't forget that night. Reika had worn that bra and panty set that Usagi had tried on and wowed him with it.

He had been safe to say impressed and totally spent by the end of the night. Reika had smiled at her crowning achievement. Loving to be the one that made him tired for once. However once Usagi's disappearance happened they had truthfully not done anything. He didn't feel right making love to her when someone he cared for and loved as a friend more than anything was stuck in the lion's den.

More so, he felt useless as a boyfriend to Reika now. Plus he also had a feeling he was starting to step on some toes with Mamoru. Knowing the dark haired man was possessive of the innocent blonde had not stopped him from coming up with new ways to keep Usagi safe from more harm, having felt like a failure to his friend and technical sister. At one point when he spoke to Reika a few weeks back he had joked about wrapping Usagi in bubble wrap.

But before he could finish the why part of his small joke, she had put her hand up to stop him and went back to her books, to her studies. He was still clueless as to why she seemed a bit upset by that, not seeing a tad of the green eyed monster in her eyes. He had no clue that his overbearingness with Usagi had caused jealousy within his own girlfriend. Reika knew that Usagi loved Mamoru and only had eyes for him, but she was beginning to wonder about Motoki's true feelings for the blonde.

Now that Usagi was back he felt great but the strain with Reika was still there. A cause and effect of something Usagi had no control over. But it didn't stop Reika from shifting whenever she was brought up or mentioned. He knew Reika cared for Usagi and knew she was fighting the good fight all the time, but to know that such a small girl could have such a fierce hold on so many people, it was daunting at times to the archeologist in training.

She was feeling cast aside and forgotten by her own true love. The larger than life Usagi having unconsciously taken over all of his time, both mentally and physically. It was hurting her mentally and making her pull back in many ways to avoid feeling even more pain from the neglect she was feeling.

Motoki shook his head, hoping soon he'd get to see Usagi again. So long without her cheerful demeanor left him feeling off, "What's the first thing that pops in your mind?" He asked. He saw Mamoru look to him then as if in a memory trance spoke, "She tastes sweet, like strawberries, chocolate and just Usako…" Motoki looked on, "Like her lips?" he was a little surprised that the taste of her lips would be like that.

Not that he really ever thought of that. But he had wondered when he and Reika were talking at the Summer Sonic on how far they would go physically to get Mamoru to break and take Usagi for himself for good. But then shit happened and nothing had happened. He wondered if he would have been able to kiss her if it would have made Mamoru at the time snap and deal with his then issues over her.

Then again he wasn't sure what he was more afraid of at the time, the response of his own male body either accepting or freaking out from the contact or the response of Mamoru slamming a fist into his face. Either way he was entirely grateful he never had to find out. He wouldn't want there to be any awkward moments between Usagi and himself. She was just to good a friend in his life to have her feeling weird around him.

"Yeah…" Mamoru muttered, his eyes glazing over. That's when Motoki understood. Not the speaking lips, the other ones. He waggled his eyebrows knowingly. Mamoru shot his head up, blushing a deeper rose. "You can't say - " Motoki stopped him, suddenly receiving more information and images then he would have liked about his litter sister's new sex life. "Hey the secrets of your sex life with Usagi – chan are safe with me." Mamoru nodded.

"Being with her is incredible…like a drug…I can't seem to breathe right, or think straight, even my heart starts to ache when she's not around." he looked off for a second, "Demo…" he started, now looking at the table. Feeling like he was sounding like some love sick fool.

"Demo nani?" Motoki asked.

"She's been spending her free time these days with her new partner, someone, just this morning I didn't know was a guy interested in her." Mamoru confessed bitterly.

To this Motoki gave him a dead pan look, "Seriously?"

Mamoru looked up to him, "You're gonna have to get used to it just as she does with you." Mamoru didn't like that, "She's spending extra time with him though…" Mamoru knew he was being childish about it but couldn't help it. "Sounds like you've got a case of the green eyed monster." Motoki commented.

Leaning in Motoki spoke, hoping he wasn't invading his friends territory, "Mamoru – san, you have a beautiful young girlfriend. There will be other guys that will see that. I see it." He didn't see the slight glint of distrust or the narrowing of Mamoru's eye due to his own bowed head, "Look all I'm saying is that if she has to deal with girls giving you the goo goo eyes or looking at you like your some sweet slice of cheese cake then you'll have to deal with some guys going a bit goofy when they look at her." Mamoru wasn't to fond of it but he knew the truth of it.

It was the price to pay for having a beautiful girlfriend. He knew it would come, he just hoped it wouldn't be for a while. A long while. "Yeah I guess…" still he couldn't help the pout that came next. "Look man, we both know Usagi – chan only sees you, you're it for her. You're not some forgettable crush, you're the love of her life. Hell she even had the will power to not give into that ass hat that took her. All she wanted was to be back with you."

Mamoru knew he was right, but the knowledge that she had willingly spent weeks sleeping with Diamond still irked him to this day. Motoki's bringing it up didn't help the continual pout on his features. He wished his Usako hadn't had to sleep with Diamond. Even if nothing sex wise truly happened he still felt a bit betrayed by it. "You know a part of me wants to punish her for that." The blonde looked oddly at Mamoru's playful looking expression.

"Nani?" Motoki asked, "Demo, every time I think of that I come up with fantasies of spanking Usagi – chan during sex." Lost in his lewd thoughts he hadn't seen the stunned look on Motoki's face that was starting to blush upon hearing such a thing of Usagi. Mamoru hadn't meant for it to come out, but he felt Motoki would be the only person he could talk to about this. Motoki's imagination produced the images without want and gave him creepy shivers. "T. M. I." was all he could mutter out, hoping to be able to forget the images.

Lucky, for both Rei and Minako came in. Both were still dressed in their school uniforms, clutching their leather book bags before them. Motoki was hoping both of them could help out as he played metaphor mediator for Minako. Both saw the pouty look Mamoru had on his face, sitting on his stool like someone had just kicked his puppy. His lower lip drooping, drawing pathetic circles on the counter top with a finger.

"Nani's wrong?" Rei asked sounding a bit exasperated, sitting next to Mamoru on a nearby stool.

"He's just missing his time with Usagi – chan. She's been working extra hard on that school project with some new guy." Motoki explained.

The girls nodded, "Relax, the last thing on her mind with him is a hook up. She's only got eyes for you." Rei explained, knowing that their little princess had been shocking everyone by throwing herself into her studies. Though most knew that she had a lot of making up to do for her weeks of absence. "I know demo, I don't get very good vibes from him. I can't explain it." Mamoru concluded with a huff, blowing air up to his long dark bangs.

Rei saw what Motoki saw, a concerned look forming on the miko's face.

"I think you've got a case of the green eyed dragon." Minako blurted in tried and true messing up the metaphor fashion.

All three sweat beaded, "That's - never mind, the point is - " Motoki tried but Rei cut him off, "The point is your pouting like a child when you should really just be making an effort to go be with her. She's got a project to work on then help her. You're not the type to feel gomen for yourself. Buck up and get over to her school. You can help her too and keep an eye on that gaijin." Rei commanded.

It was Minako's next words that took the air out of the space they were in. "Yeah I mean figure it this way, Usagi – chan is loyal to only you, even when Motoki – san practically saw her in the bra and panty set that Reika – chan ended up getting for herself, Usagi – chan never once tried to go back to her first crush. It will always be you." Mina blurted out completely out of the blue. Rei had been to stunned for words to even shut her up. In fact the sudden dropped mouths from everyone spoke volumes.

Mamoru was shocked. His friend had seen his Usako is such a state of undress. He turned the muscles in his neck around to face his equally shocked friend that was looking at Minako like he was ready to kill her.

"Nani? I thought she told you all." The blonde said slightly confused to the cold looks she was gaining. Before Mamoru could utter a word, could process it completely Motoki darted off to help other customers.

Fleeing the area seemed the only option to avoid his friend's wrath. Whatever possessed Minako to spill that stupid tid bit out was going to get him into serious trouble with his friend. He knew how jealous and possessive Mamoru could get over Usagi. It's why he was so iffy about the beach bit they did. "Nani? It wasn't that big of a deal. Just a bra and panty set and she was hiding behind a fitting room door. It's not like he saw her tid bits." Minako tried to wave it off.

"Minako – chan…" Rei growled in agitation, trying to get her bubble headed friend to see the problem with it.

"Nani? I only remembered it because Motoki – san spotted the hicky Mamoru – san had left on her neck and – OUCH!" Minako snapped as Rei pinched her in the back of the arm, "That may not matter to you demo, Motoki – san and Mamoru – san are friends and Mamoru – san may not like that." The blonde rubbed her arm, "Where is he?" both girls looked to find an empty space where Mamoru was. "Oh boy…" was all Rei could mumble.

Granted she wanted more details from Minako about how Motoki's apparent flash of Usagi came to play, but Usagi may need back up in case Mamoru made a scene with her school. It wouldn't help the girl if her older boyfriend came in and started an argument. Her parents may end up even getting called in and that wouldn't help out their prince and princesses relationship positive progress at all. So she dragged Minako with her as she sent a 'we'll talk later' glare to Motoki. He felt bad but at the same time he felt slightly defensive.

Usagi was technically single at the time, AND she was mostly hidden behind a doorway. It's not like he saw her chest or her stomach, or anything else for that matter. Minako practically made it sound like he had eyed Usagi up. He had been very stunned and a bit nervous being around her that way. A bit near uncomfortable. He took the orders then asked himself why that came to mind before ignoring it and giving his actual little sister the order forms as the red head passed him down the aisle.

The rest was initially just his saying 'look I love my girlfriend very much, yes I saw Usagi in less than usual demo, it's not like we kissed or touched'. Ignoring it further he went and took care of the orders while internally he was trying to figure out how to work with Reika.

In the meantime Mamoru went to Usagi's school in record time. Evening was setting in, the sky glowing upon the rising and falling landscape of towers. As he bolted onto the front lawn of the Junior High. Finding it nearly abandon and locked up he then headed off to the Juban public library. A large white stucco building set deep in Azabu-ku. Surrounded by trees and lush walkways.

The large metropolitan building that sat in the center of it was a monument of modern style, with sharp angles and the outer shell made of mostly glass panels allowing for a lot of natural light to seep through. He had found the two sitting at a long table on the main floor. The small green hanging lamps set between glowing softly upon their material. Usagi was complete absorbed in her reading, bracing her chin in a palm.

Her partner sitting opposite her jotting down notes in English in his binder. With various books scattered and papers between them, as both seemed to be hard at work. The deepening colors of evening were filtering in through the panoramic windows that surrounded the outer walls. It casted the hollowed confines of the library in subdued tones. He sighed knowing he had been over thinking things, and being irrational when it came to her. It was obviously harmless. Then just before he started to walk forward again the young boy got up.

It drew Mamoru's attention fast as this Owen as she called him, walked to her side of the table and hovered over her. His body shadowing upon her a little to close for his comfort. The little punk pointing out a few things, as a subtle perhaps not to subtle way to quietly sniff her hair. It was something Mamoru noticed immediately. He watched the kid close his eyes and bask in her soft scent for a moment.

She nodded somewhat obtuse to his antics, yet her eyes flicked towards him as he pulled away, not wanting to be caught. Then went back to her own part, ignoring him as he continued to stand just behind her. Mamoru grunted to himself wondering if this kid even knew she had a permanent boyfriend. Walking forward he made sure to avoid the librarians wrath by not saying anything till he got to the table.

"Hey Usako." She looked up with a smile greeting him, "Mamo – chan…" then her expression shifted as she looked about. Not wanting them to get in trouble for any loud conversations.

"I came here to help you work." He offered, now seeing the narrowing of the kid's eyes. "Thanks demo, were covered." The kid replied, placing a fake smile on his face as Mamoru narrowed his eyes at the cocky, rude kid. "Owen – chan, that's my boyfriend, be polite." Usagi chastised. Mamoru smiled in pride.

Her father may not know but she didn't mind making it known to her class partner. Owen merely acted as if Mamoru wasn't anything and went back to work, "Whatever." He replied. For the next hour, what would have taken three hours took only the one. Something both Mamoru and Usagi were happy about. But it was something her partner, Mamoru could tell wasn't thrilled with. As they finished repacking their school bags, Owen piped up. "Let's go grab a bit to eat Usagi – chan." Owen suggested.

She smiled politely but took Mamoru's arm instead. Subtly telling him who was more important, as she had caught onto the guy smelling her hair and was not going to just let that slide. He needed to know she was taken right off the bat, no games, and no allusions towards anything else. This time she would be way more guarded.

"We have a date to get to tonight demo, maybe we can grab lunch together and work more on the project tomorrow. We're getting close to being done so fast. We may even be able to turn it in early!" she stated with excitement. Mamoru threw his arm around her waist as he lead away from the table. Making it clear to the kid that she was taken. A small snapping sound was heard like a bowling ball in the library as the couple turned around. Owen had snapped his pencil in anger, something Mamoru couldn't help but smirk at.

Usagi shrugged not getting it as they left the library, heading out along the long cement walk towards the glowing lamp filled street. She and Mamoru made their way to Crown. Now that school had been out for a while it wasn't as busy as the after school rush. It gave Mamoru a chance to ask Motoki if he and Usagi could use his office for a bit. Understanding that the couple needed to talk he accepted as long as no sex occurred.

Mamoru muttered a non-committal promise. "So nani's all this about?" Usagi asked, curious yet she had been feeling a lot of mixed emotions from him through their link. So here she prepared for a confrontation.

The office was just as they remembered, a cluttered dusty disaster. The old plaid sagging couch sat sadly against one wall. While the metal desk dominated the wall under the narrow window, as full of paper's and schedules as ever. Once the door was locked Mamoru dropped his own brief case and asked, "I know I'm making irrational statements here, that my feelings on it are stupid demo, I can't help demo feel like you're spending too much extra time with Owen –kun."

She smiled at his admittance before replying, "Your nearly as bad as Motoki – san." Her statement had him confused, "Nani?" he replied.

"I thought you knew. Oh well it's not that big of a deal." She tried to wave it off, tossing her satchel on the worn out couch.

"Knew what?" he asked, trying not to get jealous of his best friend. It was bad enough that he had seen her in a compromising look but anything more and he would actually be getting mad.

"Well that he's been really worried about me since I got back. He's just been checking up on me a lot that's all. Relax he's just being his sweet self." She admonished.

"Sweet self?" Mamoru wasn't sure he wanted a further description. He was already aware that he was more of a cold person than most. That his best friend was a sweet caring guy who was able to talk to nearly everyone he came into contact with. It was something he'd envied about his friend yet despised as he had had no need for it a lot of the time. When it came to Usagi the dark haired man was starting to feel his toes being stepped on by said friend.

He knew the brotherly type meant nothing by it, but knowing that Usagi and he had a good friendship to start with while he had been nearly cast aside didn't help much. The constant verbal barbs that had been their introduction had been his only way of staying in her life. While for Motoki he had it easy. She would barely be able to meet his eyes before her blush would take over. These days he knew his Usako was his, but he also knew Motoki was clueless on how his over protective path was looking to others.

"I know, and that doesn't bother me that much….however why did he see you in a bra and panty set?" the fact clicking now that he was on the subject line. Her eyes went wide in remembrance, "Promise not to be upset?" she begged. He groaned, "I…promise." He hated that.

"I was shopping for some under garment pieces to try and lure you back and he and Reika – chan found me and Minako – chan shopping. We talked for a few moments before he went back to Reika – chan. It was totally innocent." she stated her eyes wide and pleading.

Minako hadn't mentioned everything so he felt a tiny bit better. Not getting all the details had made him upset with his friend. Though he still was a bit, it wasn't nearly as much. "I'm not mad Usako, Minako – chan didn't give the full details and I over thought it." He smiled. Yeah he wasn't crazy that Motoki saw her in less but considering who had gotten to see more of her, it lessened his anger towards it.

"Demo, there is something besides Owen – chan that has been bothering me." Usagi looked to him in curiosity. "Nani's wrong?"

He walked forward and cupped her face, "I know you did it to avoid suspicion on yourself, demo, but bugs me that you slept with another guy. Diamond – san was and is an ass, I don't like him and I guess it's getting on my nerves. I think this whole thing with Owen – chan just brought it up." He admitted. Usagi searched his stricken eyes, "I didn't want to demo, I had to." He knew but at least this way she knew that he wasn't a fan.

"You know…" she sing songed in low tones, backing up and nearly caressing the desk in the office, "I always had fantasized about what would have happened if Motoki – san hadn't walked in last time we were in here." He caught the devil in her eyes as he double checked to ensure the lock was secure as she took his breath away with her next move. Bending over in front of him, she reached up her school skirt, only to pull down her lacy panties.

Seeing that made his eyes pop in shock as he watched her place them over her school satchel back on the couch, as she then hopped sassily on the desk, and spread her legs just enough for him to slip through. "Want to make it a reality? Mamo – chan…" he saw the bedroom eyes looking at him and honestly he'd never seen that look directed at anyone but himself. He couldn't help but be taken in by it.

As it was with Usagi, when she found something she enjoyed be it sweets or now making love to him, she was eager and enthusiastic to engage in all the various ways it could be in acted. She wanted to experience its joys in full. He walked forward with a smug grin, as he undid the button on his pants, and unzipped them, "Kami…Usako…" he muttered huskily at the little seductress now blushing sweetly, reclining upon the large metal desk, awaiting him to take her.

Her body was now trembling with anticipation as he seemed to move way to tentatively for her liking. As if he was just waiting for Motoki to barge in and catch them ignoring their so called promise of no sex.

(We heard a knock at the door, "Usagi – chan, Mamoru – san, are you two done it in there?" Motoki asked us. I looked to Mamoru to see if he'd back out only to see him pulling his wallet out, "Not yet, give us another five…" I pulled his member from his boxers. "TEN minutes." He nearly growled.

"Ah, okay…wait a minute you guys aren't…please tell me your not - " he whined, as his mind went about recalling their last hot and heavy love session in there.

"Relax Motoki – san, ten minutes! You won't even hear us." Mamoru stated even if the last part was whispered to me.

Hand slipping under my skirt he teased my folds, making my legs spread wider to his intrusion as we heard Motoki swearing softly to himself as he left. He knew, but we didn't care. "Mamo – chan…I want you…only you…" I told him softly. My eyes showing him that all I could see was him. He looked on as if I were the only person in his world. He stopped briefly, then cupped my cheek again.)

Oh kami the things I think of with him…of what he makes me want to do…

(I heard a growl in my head…kami Usako, the things you make me want to do to you…I love you…his lips claimed mine as he moved us both and slipped himself within me. He got three thrusts till he stopped, "Why did you stop?" I asked, trying not to sound panicky, wanting him back inside. Kami I want you in me…taking me…kami you've turned me into some crazy horny girl! He mentally and literally laughed, "As long as you're horny for me I love it." He replied as he slipped the condom on.

I smiled right before my breath was stolen from me. His member slammed within in me, causing me to bite into his neck to avoid screaming out my pleasure. I glared at him for that since we were trying to be quiet when he began a fast rhythm that shook me to the core. It was only a few minutes into it when my first orgasm was starting to come upon me. Mamoru felt it, but instead of continuing he stopped. My eyes widened. "Na - " I didn't get a chance to finish.)

Before she could finish talking Mamoru got the devil in his own eyes as he climbed on the desk himself and threw her legs over his shoulders. "Mamo – chan!" she was stunned. Her skirt pleats falling around her stomach as he braced her bum on his thighs, ramming into her hard. Feeling the need to claim her as his over and over again. Owen may not be able to smell it or sense it but damn it some part of his 'testosteroned' fueled body would know she was not available. Usagi had nothing to hold onto as he took her almost savagely.

The angle was near impossible for her to grasp his shoulders in any way, she lay on her back completely at his mercy. As he sat up, bent at the knees impaling himself in her. Her hands and arms began to flail about trying to find something to hold onto, to keep her sanity as her body began to go crazy. Before she could find purchase on anything he changed his position again and bent her nearly in half as he gripped the edges of her shoulders and now moved in short hard powerful thrusts.

Remembering something from their first time in here his right hand left her shoulder and found her two tails. Both of them having fallen over the edge of the front desk. Wrapping both around his right wrist he angled her head once more to receive his mark. She was entirely grateful for his head in her neck, for it gave her the perfect gag for her own cries as she felt herself at the boiling point. She squeaked out a, "Mamo – chan…" before latching her teeth into his shoulder.

The pain pleasured feeling shot through him like a bullet. He growled in response before slamming himself so deeply within her, his mind couldn't even process where she began and he left off. Feeling her muscles undulating around his deeply seated member pulled another groan from him as she pulled his orgasm from him. Felt him come inside of her. He suddenly fell a few inches on top of her as they both laughed at finally making the office theirs to.

Hours later Motoki was finally off shift and happily headed home to his apartment. Which was only a short walk from the Arcade, in a low rent apartment complex. The apartments were barely the size of a postage stamp. Quaint one bedroom studio's for the student on a budget. They had no balconies just a large picture windows in the main living rooms. His place was only quarter of the size of Mamoru's, but he also didn't have a trust fund like his best friend either.

Mamoru still slaved away endlessly to keep up his higher life style, so Motoki felt no jealousy for him. He like where he was at in life and who he was returning home too.

Riding the old beat up elevator to the sixth floor, he leaned against the scuffed up white paneling within. His worn out mind retreating to pleasant thoughts of a long hot bath before bed. Life in general was stressing him out he needed another vacation.

Opening the simple white wooden door to be greeted by Reika's seemingly sour mood, the woman was leaning accusingly against the half counter just inside the simple apartment. That separated the galley kitchen from the main living room. Dressed in a pair of jean's and plain white t-shirt that hugged her curves.

"Kami Reika this needs to stop. Nani's wrong?" he asked, dumping his keys on the bookshelf that sat just to the side of the front door. He looked longingly at his comfy dusty blue couch. That sat regally in the center of the living room, facing the large window that mirrored the carbon copies buildings on other side of the street beyond.

She looked to him, "You really don't get it do you?" she asked, sounding exasperated. Casting her gaze around the simple apartment in frustration. These same four walls were starting to feel suffocating again. With the white walls adorned with framed old school movie posters from the fifties and sixties. The walls full of bookshelves, filled with both hers and Motoki's complex book collection.

They were as varied and distinctive as their personalities. The short hall that led to their bedroom and bathroom. The couch that looked as sad and worn as their relationship felt. The flanking arm chair in bright lime green that clashed horrifyingly with everything else in the room. Their little twenty inch t.v. sitting pathetically on a black rolling cart against the window. She didn't know where these feelings of dissatisfaction had come from, they had just sprung upon her as fall had set in. But with Motoki more interested in Usagi then her, they had only intensified.

"Call me green around the edges for something's, demo, I really want to know how to fix this!" he stated exasperated. He knew he had been lacking a bit in the boyfriend department but he didn't see the reason for her distance or anger. He crossed the hard wood floor towards the couch, deflating into the cushions.

"You really are ignorant to the problems. Or can you not see how you've been acting?" Reika had hit her boiling point. Classes were good for her but if she were to ever make this work with him then he needed to be there for her to. He had blown her off last weekend to hang out with Usagi, yet again. Leaving her lost as to what he was thinking, between school and work they truly didn't have a lot of time to spend with one another. And he was squandering what they had to spend with another woman.

She felt saddened by Usagi's kidnapping and was happy for her return, but it seemed Motoki was more excited. She thought he cared for the girl as an older brother but his obsessive actions seemed to prove otherwise.

"Just answer me this…" he sat up and looked to her, "Do you like Usagi – chan?" blunt she was but it would take more than that for him to come to his senses.

"Nani? Of course I like her. Everyone does." He was confused as to why this somehow related to Usagi. Reika got it, he truly didn't get it, "You're a baka at times. You can't see that your actions aren't that of a so called 'brother', that their the actions of a suitor trying to date her?" this had Motoki looking at Reika like she'd lost her mind.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded, rising off the couch to confront her.

Reika un able for a few moments to see past his shock for what it really was instead replied, "You've been on her for a while now. I was trying to ignore it demo, you haven't even touched me since she was taken. Now that she's back your over at her place your calling her a lot…you like her." Finally it sunk into his head. Waving his hands around to gain her attention he replied, "Whoa! Your way off target here. I love you Reika – chan." He iterated to her.

"You've had a funny way of showing it lately…tell me when we were trying to help her get back with Mamoru – san did you enjoy giving her ass a tap?" her tone was bordering on emotional furry and pain.

"NANI? I didn't even want to have to do that. That was your idea if I remember correctly. It still feels weird that I had to do that." He admitted, blushing and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Then why haven't you tried to be with me even now that she's back?" she asked, tears coming to her eyes. He deflated back onto the couch, "I guess I've been trying to ensure she's okay."

"Listen when she was gone I felt useless, un able to help out at all. Yes she's growing into a beautiful young woman, demo." He stood up once more, crossing the room to stand before her form. Clasping her hands in his he stared seriously down into her eyes, wanting her to listen to his words. "I already have this stunning woman as my girlfriend. You've been with me through a lot of rough stuff, I love you." She still looked apprehensive.

"Yes I care about her and like her as my friend and as a sisterly type. And if there is any love, it's only as a friend or as a sister." He smiled re assuring, as she started to calm down.

He encompassed her in his arms, "Gomen a sai…I've been horrible about this." He said. She leaned back before cupping his face and taking his lips with hers, "Then we have some time to make up for, as does Usagi – chan and Mamoru – san."

He smiled before groaning, "That reminds me, I need to sanitize the desk in my office." She looked oddly over to him, "They christened it." He gulped.

She couldn't help it the look on his face was priceless, she started to laugh as she pulled him to his bedroom. "Motoki – san you act as if you heard - " she stopped as he gulped at the vocal memory. He had gone back there once again but only heard their sounds of rising pleasure. He scampered off and wished to purge the sounds from his memory. "Poor baby…well at least now those sounds will be replaced by our own." To that he blushed, smiled and now pushed her hurriedly to the bedroom down the hall.