TOTAL STORY REWRITE! ALL CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN EDITED
Chapter Two
Losing Control
Day 2 (Friday)
It was 2:14 in the morning when Usagi's communicator went off. Ami's voice came over the line. "Hey, Youma in the park… again!"
Usagi sat up quickly, grabbed her brooch and moon stick off the nightstand and slipped out her window. Though her bedroom was on the second floor, Usagi landed lightly on the ground and took off running. She was the closest. Now that she was awake she could feel the miasma that she always did when a Youma was created.
She lived closest to the park where many of the attacks happened. She wondered, for the millionth time, why they always seemed to come out at night. And why did they always choose the park? Maybe there was a portal there. If there was, should the team use it to get to the Dark Kingdom, or perhaps try to permanently close the portal?
She had only been Sailor Moon for about three months, and though her skills were improving, as were her grades (thanks to Mamoru), she still didn't understand why she had been named leader of the Senshi. She wasn't as smart as Ami, as strong as Mokoto, as brave as Minako, or as wise as Rei.
She did have her talents too, but mostly they involved being nice. How was that supposed to defeat the Dark Kingdom? What, was she just supposed to sweetly ask Queen Beryl to stop sending monsters into their world to steal energy from innocent people?
She reached the park in under three minutes, already transformed and ready to fight. Because there were no victims nearby, she took a moment to size up the situation. It might be better to skip the speech and attack from where she was. She lifted her wand and cried out, "MOON HEALING ESCALATION!"
The attack hit the Youma and bounced off a hard shell. It looked like a cross between a woman and a crab. The monster turned and started for her, tossing broken shells at her as it moved forward. The shards tore up the earth around her, and she lunged out of the way. She could see a soft spot just under the chin of the Youma and lifted her wand for a second try.
"MOON HEAL- "
She was cut off by another round of shells launching straight at her. This time there were too many to dodge either way. She closed her eyes and was scooped up by Tuxedo Kamen. He pulled her in tight to his body and jumped for the nearest tree, his cloak now wrapped around her.
"Thanks Tuxedo Kamen!" she breathed.
God he was cute. She always felt drawn to him, like he was familiar. She let out a hiss when he stood her on a branch a moment later. A shell had dug into the muscle of her thigh. She bent down and tore it out, and blood dripped down her leg and into her boots. By this time Mars had arrived and was attacking non-stop. There was no effect because the attacks bounced off the shell.
"Mars! You have to hit the soft spot on the neck!" She screamed over the sounds of battle. Mercury arrived then, and instantly sent her attack of freezing bubbles which stuck one of the pointed claws to the dewy grass. Mars launched another attack, this time where Sailor Moon had told her.
Sailor Moon jumped down out of the tree with a wince. She waited for Sailor Mars' attack to strike.
"MOON HEALING ESCALATION!"
Finally, the attack hit the right spot and the Youma disintegrated into a pile of billowy ash. She moved forward, seeing Sailors Venus and Jupiter walking towards the others, and joined them.
"Great job guys!" she called out as she got close. "Hey Mercury, I have a riddle for you." When the blue haired Senshi nodded, Sailor Moon continued. "Why are there so many attacks at the park? I was thinking about it on my way here. Do you think there might be a portal nearby? And if so, how do we find it. And if we find it, do we use it or close it?"
"HOLY SHIT MOON!" Mars looked at the small blonde leader with a heavy dose of respect. "I know people assume that you aren't very smart, but I think you are! You always think of the strangest things, but in a good way. Why didn't any of us think of that?" She turned to look at the other Senshi.
"Wow! Good question." Mercury pulled her computer out and hummed under her breath as she started searching for information.
"I have a question." The voice of Tuxedo Kamen came out of the darkness, startling everyone but Sailor Moon. She could have pointed at him a mile away by now, since she had become aware that he was drawn to battle by a bond with her she had focused on it and trained herself to recognize the feeling, until she was as aware of him as he was of her.
After the other four girls shrieked and Sailor Moon turned, Tuxedo Kamen continued. "If we are talking about a portal in the park, does it necessarily mean that it is always open? I don't know if you've noticed, but attacks in the park seem to happen mostly at night. The ones in the shopping district tend to happen around the time people are leaving school or work. Do portals maybe work like revolving doors, only open for a short period every so often?"
Sailor Moon tilted her head to the side, obviously considering his question. Mars spluttered a little, and the others, except Mercury, looked a little dazed.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. I think we need to talk to Luna and Artemis. See what they remember from the Moon Kingdom. It could be that portals like that were used a lot back then." Sailor Moon tapped a finger to her lips and bent to scratch the wound on her leg without thinking. She hissed in pain and instantly every eye was drawn to the gash. "Don't freak guys. It's not that bad."
Sailor Mars was already on her knees in front of Sailor Moon. She pulled out a piece of white cloth and tied it around her leg gently, but with enough pressure to stop the bleeding.
"Well," said Ami. "I think we need a neutral location to meet and discuss this. Maybe tomorrow night if there isn't another attack. We can bring the guardians, and it will give me some time to research."
"It has to be after eleven." Sailor Venus tossed her hair. "I have a date tomorrow, remember?"
"I can make it," assured Tuxedo Kamen, still worrying about the wound on Sailor Moon's thigh. It looked nasty and he didn't know if they had accelerated healing like he did. However, theirs was a very fragile partnership, and he didn't want to worry the girls by asking. He turned with a brief wave and jumped into a tree, disappearing like a shadow on a moonless night. He didn't notice one Senshi watching his invisible path.
Sailor Moon fanned her face. He was just as attractive as Mamoru. Though, to be honest, it was Mamoru she wanted. She couldn't have a relationship with someone's secret identity. It would be too weird. But she also couldn't justify putting her secret crush in danger. It was the only reason she hadn't already begged him to kiss her. She was, unfortunately for him, falling head over heels for the older teen.
Usagi struggled getting out of bed the next morning. She had arrived home and cleaned her wound, throwing some gauze over it so she didn't get blood on her sheets. Thankfully her homework was done, and she had made her lunch the night before. She barely had time for a minute in the shower before she dressed and rebandaged the long, jagged cut.
She gathered her things and tore out of the house as though running to battle. The last thing she needed was to be late and get detention. Her track record had gotten better over the last few months, and her grades were improving, but Haruka-sensei had a long memory, and she didn't like tardiness. Unfortunately she was limping, which was slowing her down.
As often happened when she turned the corner out of the more residential neighborhood, she slammed into a human wall in the form of Mamoru-baka.
"Hey Odango Atama! Watch where you're …" Mamoru trailed off seeing a line of blood slipping down her thigh and onto the sidewalk. "Holy crap! Are you okay? What happened?"
"Um, nothing. It's nothing. Gotta go!" Usagi tried to get up and run by him but groaned and fell back down. Mamoru was kneeling next to her and pulled the bandage away before she could stop him. "I uh, ran into something sharp," Usagi lied unconvincingly.
But Mamoru didn't even hear her. He knew that wound. He had seen it the night before. It was jagged and rough where the shell of the Youma had dug about an inch deep and three inches long into her thigh, tearing the muscles.
Without saying a word, Mamoru picked Usagi up and started carrying her. His mind raced with the knowledge that she was Sailor Moon. His little, fragile, innocent Usagi regularly fought monsters and faced off with the generals of the Dark Kingdom. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he'd thought. He sighed. It was easier to resist her if he though of her as young and innocent.
"Earth to Mamoru-baka! Are you there? I'm going to be late for school!" Usagi was panicked, worried that he might tell someone she was injured. She couldn't explain away every injury. Even a klutz like her couldn't possibly be hurt as often as she was.
"You aren't going to school today. I'll call you out." Mamoru answered absently. "I'm going to take you back to my place and fix you up."
Usagi stopped fighting him then. If he wasn't going to bring her to a hospital she would rather have help with the wound. She wasn't feeling well this morning, and now, looking down at it, she noticed that the edges had turned an angry red color. The skin for an inch in every direction of the cut felt hot and achy. She was very glad to get help.
A minute later Mamoru carried her inside a tall apartment building and went straight into the elevator. His whole world had crashed around his ears, and he didn't like it. He had always assumed Sailor Moon and the others were older, maybe his own age. He understood now it had to be a glamour like his own.
How had he not noticed that Usagi and Sailor Moon had the exact same eyes, hair color, and even hair style? Or that they both tended to have klutz attacks and get a bit whiney. Although those were getting better as she learned to trust and rely on herself. He didn't have to save her every battle anymore. And if Usagi was Sailor Moon…
Ami had to be Mercury. She was one of the smartest girls out there, and no one else had that blue hair. Which meant Rei was Mars. Makoto was obviously Jupiter, and little Minako was Venus.
How had he been so blind? How had he not noticed all the similarities? And especially the way that he was drawn to both Sailor Moon and Usagi. There was one other person in his life with those same attributes, and that made him wonder. Was Usagi also... the princess?
He handed Usagi the key and once she had unlocked the door and pushed it slightly, he used his hip to open it the rest of the way, and then his foot to close it. He didn't even bother removing his shoes but walked straight to the couch and set her down so was lying flat on her back.
After calling her out of school, Mamoru walked to the couch and knelt beside Usagi. He put his hands on either side of the cut and willed her to be healed. The power rose up inside of him, making him feel very warm for a moment, and he concentrated the heat into his hands, pushing his will at the wound. Bright golden sparks moved over the cut and within a minute her skin was unblemished. After lifting his palms off her skin, he made a motion with his right hand and gave her a thorn-less rose.
"Oh, my God!" Usagi squealed. "It makes so much sense! That's why I always know where you are!" It wasn't the reaction Mamoru had been expecting. He had been prepared for recriminations and hostility. Instead she just seemed excited and possibly happy to find out who he was.
"Okay, I have to know. Do you want me to keep your secret from the others?"
"It doesn't really matter now. I've already figured out who they are. Wasn't hard as soon as I knew you were Sailor Moon, and I trust them. I knew that cut was worse than you were letting on! It was getting infected."
Usagi bowed her head, feeling contrite. She had just wanted to go home and sleep. She hadn't meant to worry him.
Mamoru was still in a state of shock. That's why he let it happen. That had to be the reason. He wouldn't have allowed it any other way. His brain had gone on autopilot, and his mouth took over. Before he knew what he was doing, he had leaned over her on the couch and kissed her gently. He made small, tiny little kisses, and then deepened it into one long, sweet kiss, before pulling back.
Her eyes had glazed, and somehow her hands were in his hair, and she pulled him back down to her for another kiss. He ran the tip of his tongue across her lips and she gasped. He took advantage, plundering her mouth. He moved one hand to her belly, feeling her warmth just under her top. He was a teenager after all.
When she tentatively pushed her tongue into his own mouth he sucked on it. He groaned, his cock rising, and his hand slid up her tiny waist to her breast, the shirt now covering his hand and arm. She had a silky bra on and he rubbed her through the fabric, flicking his thumb back and forth over her nipple. He throbbed painfully.
He was going to bury himself so deep inside her she wouldn't know where he ended, and she began. He was going to spread her legs wide and take her soft and slow, and then hard and fast over and over again and he would fill her up with his cum and she would swell with his baby and…. WAIT WHAT!?
He pulled away, regretfully and rested his forehead on hers. He had been planning on taking her virginity right here on this couch… and, had he been thinking about getting her pregnant? What was wrong with him!? He would have to use a condom with her. EVERY SINGLE TIME! Unless she was on the pill... If she was on the pill he could indulge in his fantasies of her to his hearts content.
She must be on the pill, he reasoned. She's a teenager. He remembered Motoki trying to convince him that she was more mature than he wanted to think. So she probably was on the pill. Part of him hoped she wasn't so he had an excuse to marry her early. He bent his head to the love of his life and kissed her. He deliberately didn't ask her, deciding on the spot that he would rather not know if she was.
He dropped kisses along her cheek and then her neck, nibbling gently here and there as he moved the cup of her bra off her breast. She moaned as he gently pinched the nipple, and her back arched off the couch. He moved over and lifted her shirt so he could clamp his mouth over that little peak, while stripping the other nipple bare for his fingers.
Her back arched. Her legs opened and closed, and her hands speared into his hair, holding him close. He growled, knowing she was enjoying everything he was doing to her. She made little mewling noises as he nipped her and suckled. He grew even harder, almost painfully so.
And then, somehow, he was on the couch, kneeling between her legs, and her breasts were in his hands as he lost himself in kissing her. Control snapped, gone in an instant, and he was stripping her underwear from her thighs, and pressing his fingers into the soft crease between her legs, slipping up and down over her slit before he took her nub between his fingers and pinched lightly. She bucked up off the couch and he did it again.
She was thrashing and moaning under him, and he pulled his pants and boxers down just far enough to get inside her. "This will hurt for just a second," he admitted and waited for her to look at him before he slid in, a little at a time.
He thrust hard enough to break that virgin barrier. She cried out in pain, but he caught the sound with a kiss, holding still so she could adjust to his size. For several long minutes he held her and stroked her hair. "It will pass," he promised, playing with her peaked nipples to excite her again. He waited until she was moaning and moving under him before he pulled back and slid gently into her again.
Never had he imagined it could be so wonderful. Her body clamped around him, holding him as though it didn't want to let him go. She grew more wet with each thrust, and he groaned with the pure joy of being connected to her.
He took her slowly, dragging out each motion until she was whining, and only then did he increase his pace. Oh, he was going to make her cum all over him. He focused on her clit, and each time he slid home, he pinched and she moaned. Her hips were moving against his now, thrashing up and down, and he pinched her clit a little harder.
He felt the walls of her pussy convulsing around him and slammed home again and again as she came. Indulging himself in fantasy, he released torrents of hot sticky seed into her waiting womb and pictured them rushing deep inside. He wanted to marry her, wanted her carrying his child, wanted to take her when she was hugely pregnant with his baby.
He collapsed down on top of her with a sigh, and in moments had drifted away into pleasant dreams of taking her again.
Usagi watched Mamoru's eyes drift closed as he rested his head on her breast. He looked so sweet and innocent in sleep. Never had she imagined that his bringing her here would lead to this. She'd enjoyed it, though it had been slightly painful.
She just wished she'd been more prepared. She hadn't known what to do, where to touch. It had seemed as though it was all about her. And she still wasn't even sure how it had happened. One minute they were talking, and the next he was kissing the daylights out of her. She'd had no idea her body could respond like that.
As much as she had enjoyed it, the speed at which their relationship had just changed had terrified her. She'd always thought that they might date for a while, hold hands, kiss a few times... and then, after a while, when they were both ready, they could take that step.
It wasn't that she hadn't imagined being with him like that. She had. Often. She'd had wonderful dreams of them getting married and her having his babies and them buying a cute little house together. But everything had moved so fast it was scary. She still wasn't sure she was ready for all of this.
Mamoru let out a tiny snore and she suppressed a giggle. Her own eyes felt heavy, and the exhaustion that had followed her doggedly finally began to wash over her. She fell into sleep, still intimately connected with her new lover, dreaming dreams of marriage and babies.
His dick felt so good. It was hot, as though buried in a tight little pussy. He moaned, moving a little, enjoying the sensation as the tiny channel sucked at his cock. He felt so wonderful, moving a little faster. He began to slam his hips into that tight heat, taking it hard and fast, in a wild rhythm. This was the best dream he'd ever had. He forced his cock deeper, pressing hard at the end of each thrust.
Usagi was moaning and crying out for him, and he knew if he fucked her hard enough, took her over and over again, he would fill her with his cum and plant his baby in her. It was becoming an obsession. His hands went to her nipples and he twisted and tweaked them. He'd had dreams of her so many times, but this felt better than ever.
He wanted her so bad. In this dream he wanted to take her rough, so he did. His fingers digging into the tiny hips under him, with bruising strength. He was slamming into her now.
"Gonna do it," he muttered. "Gonna do it." He just knew this time he was going to get her pregnant. He lost himself in her, slamming deep and hard, bruising her cervix and his cock. He grunted and heard a moaning cry and that was all it took to lose himself deep inside his dream Usagi.
Until he heard Usagi crying for real, and woke up.
