Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. All original characters, however, belong to me.
WARNING: SEX SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER. ALL MINORS ARE WARNED!
Solstice
Chapter 2
"We might get fired."
Mamoru nervously played with the buttons on his suit jacket. Ever since getting the call this morning, he had regretted picking this suit to wear. Not because of the color. No, the suit was a shade of charcoal grey that complemented his eyes well. Not because of the fit either. No, it hugged his slim frame in all the appropriate places. Mamoru regretted picking this fine charcoal grey suit because it was not nearly as fine as Motoki's Armani blue suit.
"We might get promoted." The handsome blonde countered. "It's not that big of a deal, Mamoru-kun. The boss only called us in for lunch."
"Of course it's not a big deal to you." The darker-haired man could barely stop from rolling his eyes. "You are one of the company's top agents!"
Who would have thought serving milkshakes to angst-ridden teenagers could groom anyone for the world of advertising? But, for Motoki, it did. After trading snack duty for a college degree, the former arcade manager discovered his ability to say the right thing to the right person at the right time. He was so good at charming people that the Takeda Financial Group's toughest recruiter had hired him on the spot for a junior marketing position. In only three years, Motoki became the mastermind behind the corporation's most memorable advertising. Everyone knew that his boss- the current marketing director- only kept his job because of tenure. But one day soon, the old coot would retire. He would then leave his protégé the Takeda Financial Group's most distinguished honor: a seat on the Board of Directors.
Yes, indeed, Motoki lived high on the corporate food chain.
"I have to admit it's weird to see you like this." The blonde chuckled. "No errands today?"
Mamoru, on the other hand, did not.
"Just some dry-cleaning." The Earth Prince grunted as they entered the elevator. As Motoki pushed the button to the thirty-seventh floor, Mamoru pretended to be busy checking messages on his cell phone. There were none actually; however, he would rather dine on ashes than talk more about his job.
Motoki whistled the chorus to a new pop hit before asking, "How is Usagi-chan?"
"Fine. That brothel of a gym she works at is keeping her out at all hours. I'm thinking about making her quit."
"Hmm…" The blonde appeared to be daydreaming. "I wonder if she's there yet…"
Mamoru glanced at him in surprise. "Nani?"
"Nothing!" Motoki laughed off his relapse. "Don't you two need the money though?"
"Of course not! We're fine."
They actually weren't. Between the rising costs of living in Tokyo and Mamoru's college debts, they sometimes barely afforded food. Mamoru hadn't wanted to make his princess get a job. He wanted to provide for Usagi and maintain his role as her big-shot older boyfriend. But when the first of many bill collectors came knocking on their door, Mamoru knew it would be inevitable. Even though he worked for one of the most powerful men in finance, his salary was trifling- almost comical. Yet Mamoru knew that one day he would be rewarded for his loyalty. It was only a matter of time.
Bing!
The elevator doors opened to reveal Signature: the Mandarin Oriental Hotel's iconic restaurant. Motoki, accustomed to fine places because of his monumental salary, glided inside without a second glance. Mamoru, however, paused to admire Signature's shining marble floors and magnificent views of Metropolitan Tokyo's skyline before following him. It was lunchtime, so the five-star restaurant was flooded with guests. Each one of them, Mamoru noticed, looked important in their spotless designer suits. He eagerly scanned their faces and could pick out the CEO of Merrill Lynch Japan with his third wife, the Chairman of Nomura Holdings, the COO of IBM Japan, as well as the Chief Engineer of Maruzen.
The thought of rubbing elbows with so many important men titillated Mamoru; however, his boss was the most important of them all and could not be kept waiting.
"So you see, Chairman, financing the Noguchi railway will not only create accessible transportation but also thousands of jobs. Our government would be fully indebted to you for your services to the nation."
It was the Prime Minister! Though standing at a respectful distance, Mamoru could still see the man twiddling his thumbs, anxiously waiting for a reply. The Earth Prince had heard rumors about the construction of a new public railway. But that was before the economic bubble burst two years ago. Now it seemed that even the government needed a loan.
"I will consider it." Ryo Takeda, Executive Chairman of the Takeda Financial Group, removed his sunglasses and eyed the minister in annoyance. "Now if you will excuse us, my men have finally arrived."
It was a dismissal if Mamoru ever heard one. But the Prime Minister humbly bowed his head and gathered his things. While passing Mamoru and Motoki on the way out, he acknowledged them with a nod as if to say "good luck". Mamoru knew they needed it. As Japan's reining financial king, Ryo Takeda was famous for being unpredictable. One day, you were his pet favorite. The next, you were his favorite chew-toy.
"Is there a reason why you're wasting my time, Chiba?"
Mamoru flinched, feeling the intensity of Ryo's amber-eyed glower. "Sumimasen!"
He immediately sat down beside Motoki who had already taken the seat across from their boss. The Earth Prince instead found himself staring at a woman whom he recognized to be the Chairman's wife.
"This is Yayoi." Ryo stirred his teacup while looking devastatingly bored. "Yayoi, meet Motoki Furuhata and Mamoru Chiba."
Unlike her stoic husband, Yayoi Takeda was more than happy to greet them. She smiled warmly and extended a hand- the one that carried a diamond-encrusted wedding band on its ring finger- to shake. Mamoru saw that she was a traditional Japanese beauty: the kind of woman many men of the Chairman's rank favored. Everyone knew, however, that Mrs. Takeda was no trophy wife. In her own right, she was an influential socialite who co-chaired Tokyo's most prestigious charity organizations.
"I called you both here to discuss two projects that are close to the heart of Takeda Financial." Displaying his renowned hatred for chitchat, Ryo immediately got to the point of the conversation. "You will each be assigned one. Now, before I go into details, I want to make it clear that these projects will not excuse you from your normal duties. They are meant to test your worth to the Takeda Financial Group and, most importantly, to me."
Motoki didn't look so carefree now, Mamoru noticed. Everyone in the business knew that Ryo Takeda used people like Kleenex. His family, an ancient samurai clan, had transitioned into commerce during the Meiji Restoration. Today, over two hundred years later, their small trading post had blossomed into one of the world's most respectable corporate empires. The Takeda Group financed everything from private banks to oil companies to telecommunications. Though the position of chairman was his by birthright, Ryo's father had meticulously groomed his son for takeover. He was made CEO of one of the Takeda Group's fledgling soda companies after graduating Harvard Business School with honors. In only one year, Ryo turned the company around with new management and marketing, brought it profitability, and made its soda one of the most recognized brands worldwide. But that success did not slow Ryo down. He then began a ruthless climb up the corporate ladder: shoving, backstabbing, and manipulating the competition out of the picture. Now, at age thirty-eight, Ryo Takeda did not only sit on top of the ladder but also decided who climbed it.
"This can end in two ways: either you will be promoted or you will be fired. No exceptions. No excuses."
Mamoru shivered. The man was ice cold. But even that was excusable because he was such a legend.
"Furuhata," Ryo began while sliding a nameless white box towards Motoki. "Inside this box is the world's first 100 percent effective birth control. Its prototype name is the Miracle Pill. It is the sole creation of Takeda Pharmaceuticals and has been tested for over ten years. Once a woman swallows this, it doesn't matter how many times a man ejaculates into her. She will not conceive for the next twenty-four hours. Furuhata, your job is to create a marketing campaign for the Miracle Pill. Give me something fresh, something promiscuous. I want this to start another sexual revolution. Couples worldwide should know to thank the Takeda Financial Group for bringing security to their sex lives."
Not once did the chairman's bored expression ever lift. Motoki, however, looked as if Ryo had just handed him the Holy Grail of advertising. And in a way, he had. Mamoru could already see the creative gears in his friend's mind whirling with possibilities. He would be fine. Ryo had put Motoki in his element. The Earth Prince only hoped he would do the same for him.
"Chiba," The chairman continued coldly, "your realtor's license was renewed, correct?"
Mamoru nodded. "Hai."
"Good. As you know, the Takeda Building has been headquarters to the Takeda Financial Group for over sixty years. But because of recent acquisitions, the corporation is outgrowing the building's physical capacity. There is barely enough room for our employees much less the corporate art collection. We need space and we need space quickly. Therefore, I am assigning you the task of scouting, securing, and purchasing a new location for Takeda Financial."
Finally! The day he'd been waiting for had come! For three years, Mamoru had been slaving for Ryo Takeda as his personal assistant. He had performed every menial and degrading task possible for the chairman: from sorting his underwear drawer to consoling his heartbroken flings. Finally, Mamoru would have the chance to put his MBA to good use.
"I only have three requirements: that the location is substantially larger than the Takeda Building, that it needs little if any renovation and that you stay within Nihonbashi district."
Blue eyes glowed in excitement. "What is the budget?"
"The budget," Ryo scoffed, "depends on how good of a realtor you are. The lower the selling price, the lower your chances are of being fired. Understand?"
Mamoru nodded eagerly. He felt like a kid in a candy store. In fact, he felt so good that, if Ryo asked him to get naked and ride atop his chauffeured Rolls-Royce, he would. Price negotiation was his specialty in real estate. With his charm and good looks, Mamoru could drop numbers faster than a hot potato. Motoki knew that too. Maybe that was why the sandy-haired man looked green with envy.
"Congratulations, you two." Yayoi raised her teacup to them. "I wish you much success in your endeavors."
When Motoki and Mamoru bowed their heads in gratitude, Ryo rolled his eyes and focused attention on his cell phone. He had just received a text message. Apparently it was a good one, for it made him smile while reading it. Mamoru wondered if another acquisition had just occurred. Throughout the economic crisis, the stable Takeda Group was swallowing almost every industry in sight. It was the reason why Mamoru had endured grudge work for so long. As the future king of earth, he needed to learn how to manage an empire and no one was better to learn from than Ryo Takeda.
"Yamada and I have a conference call with OPEC's secretary general." The chairman donned his staple aviator shades, which loaned to his intimidating aura. He nodded at them dismissively. "We are done here."
"Already?" His wife sounded disappointed. "Very well then. What time will you be home?"
Ryo was already heading to the elevator. "Don't wait up."
Despite the disdain in her husband's voice, Yayoi appeared unshaken. She frowned at Mamoru and Motoki apologetically. "I'm afraid that I must leave as well. It was very nice meeting you."
After slipping on her Dior coat, the elegant woman shook hands with them again. Mamoru, feeling honored to be in such an important woman's presence, bowed his head as he held her palm. But much to his surprise, he felt a folded piece of paper slip into his grasp as Yayoi smiled charmingly and then left.
"What a day!" Motoki exclaimed as soon as she was out of hearing distance. "Looks like we've got work to do!"
Though slightly dazed, the Earth Prince kept the note hidden in his hand. "Yeah…"
"Well…If you excuse me," The former arcade manager checked the Rolex on his wrist before standing up, "I've taken the rest of the day off and there's a lovely guest waiting in my suite upstairs. Ja ne!"
Sniggering, Motoki sped off for the elevator before his friend could ask any questions. Mamoru frowned but then remembered that the blonde was technically single. For the past year, Motoki found himself waist-deep in a very messy divorce and there seemed to be no end in sight. After gaining the reputation of a self-made man, he had made the mistake of marrying into money when he should have stayed with his college sweetheart Reika. Now his wife- a cosmetics heiress-was suing for everything they had owned together, including their beautiful duplex apartment. This latest ploy had resulted in her husband's recent relocation to one of the Mandarin Oriental's finest suites.
Mamoru supposed that Motoki was off to enjoy semi-bachelorhood with some street slut or office whore. It would make sense given the amount of stress he was under.
"Are you finished here, sir?" A tuxedoed waiter appeared out of nowhere. "Hotel guests are waiting."
The snootiness of the server's tone implied that he knew Mamoru was not a guest of the Mandarin Oriental. But that was okay. Mamoru had read the paper Yayoi had given him. It was a VIP invitation to the Lover's Masquerade: the most prestigious erotic event in the city. Thrown annually by gay male socialite Kenzo Hattori, the party gave Tokyo's elite the ability to let off steam while keeping their identity secret from any prying tabloids. Mamoru licked his lips in anticipation. Ever since he was a little orphan child, he had always dreamed of rubbing elbows with important people. Discovering that he was prince of Earth only confirmed that dream.
All Mamoru needed now was the perfect building to pitch to the Takeda Group and a good excuse to explain his absence on Saturday night to Usagi. She didn't need to attend a party like this. Yes, Mamoru decided, it was best if she stayed home. This kind of event was not appropriate for a future queen, much less an innocent girl like his Usako.
"You are a naughty girl."
Giggling, Usagi leaned down to kiss Titan on the mouth. As her arms encircled his neck, his broad hands traveled down her back to play with the flimsy thong she wore. Usagi had purchased it, along with a beaded black bra, at Victoria's Secret this morning. Because both items were so revealing, she had been hesitant about buying them. But the sales associate, who was also a client of the gym she worked at, insisted on the pieces as soon as Usagi asked for help. "Do not worry. You are beautiful." The lithe Russian had said. "And beautiful panties look good on beautiful woman. Believe me." Though blushing like mad, the blonde bought the attire while assuring the associate that Gemmei-the gym's only lesbian personal trainer- missed her too.
"I'm your naughty girl." Usagi confirmed when Titan broke the kiss to lick her neck. "What took you so long? I haven't been able to reach you all day."
The outfit was all part of Titan and Usagi's arrangement: she bought the lingerie and he bought the room that would serve as their love nest. This room was different from their normal place at the Palace Hotel. For one, it was not just a room but a suite. Composed of a master suite that contained a gigantic walk-in closet, a private spa, a study, a living and dining room, as well as two extra bedrooms, it was the most luxurious place Usagi had ever seen much less been invited into. Titan had certainly outdone himself this time. But then again, he did make a lot of money so this probably wasn't a stretch to afford.
"There was a crisis in marketing this morning. Then I had a meeting." Titan explained. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
The blonde nibbled on his ear to show that she accepted his apology. But when she began to untie the knot securing his bathrobe, he grabbed her hands and kissed them.
"Matte kudasai. Before we start, I want to invite you to this party I'm attending on Saturday night." As Usagi began to protest, Titan kissed her and then continued. "Let me finish, Bunny. It's called the Lover's Masquerade. Everyone is required to wear masks, so no one there will recognize us. And just to be sure, I've rented a lounge just for our use. No one, not even my ex-wife if she comes, will see us."
The blonde contemplated awhile and then asked, "Do you think Mamoru will be there?"
"Parties like these are ridiculously exclusive. I doubt dear Mamoru made the list." Titan took a moment to run his fingers straight through her waist-length golden locks. Even since getting them caught in exercise equipment, Usagi rarely wore her hair in odangos anymore. Nowadays, she only did so at Senshi meetings. "I'm even surprised to make it sometimes."
Usagi laughed and returned to the task at hand: untying his robe. Titan, understanding this to be an acceptance of his invitation, smirked as he leaned back onto the pillows. His lover immediately climbed atop him and straddled his waist, causing him to groan. He was hard already, Usagi realized. But that would not be a problem soon.
Smiling naughtily, the blonde kissed Titan all over as his bathrobe fell open. She started at the top with his brow, his lips, and his neck. Then, Usagi slowly began to work her way down. She wanted to kiss him everywhere. She wanted to worship his bronzed body as much as he worshipped her own pale one. It was times like these when Usagi realized just how beautiful of a man Titan was. Now that rumors had gotten out that he was single, women across Tokyo threw themselves at him for his success and good looks. But Usagi did not feel jealous. She knew that Titan only had eyes for her.
"I love you."
As he spoke the three most beautiful words in the world, she could feel his eyes burning with lust. Good. Despite what Mamoru thought, Usagi wanted a lover in all sense of the word. She was not a little girl anymore.
"I love you too." The blonde replied sincerely while kissing and licking across his chest. Usagi then stopped to really see what she alone was allowed to touch. "You are so perfect…"
As a personal trainer, she wholly appreciated Titan's physique. He was more muscled than Mamoru but still trim enough to be considered slim. His pectorals were firm; his abdominals were perfectly sculpted into a six-pack. The only thing that could have possibly obscured his beauty was an intricate tattoo of a roaring lion that covered his chest and upper arms. In his youth, Titan had done a brief stint with the Yakuza- Japan's network of organized crime. Not even his closest friends knew about it. Usagi, however, did not mind because he had cut criminal ties years ago. She also thought that what physically remained of them was sexy.
Titan chuckled and winked. "Aren't you sweet? You know Papa keeps himself up to keep those young dogs off of you."
She never called him "Papa". That was a nickname he had given himself because he was older than her. Like Mamoru, Titan was not old enough to be her father. But he was old enough for women his age to scowl at their union. Usagi was aware that many of those women would view him as her "sugar daddy" or "keeper". But she did not see him that way. Despite his lucrative job and Mamoru's growing number of bill collectors, Usagi never asked for or accepted any of Titan's money. She preferred to take care of herself.
"Hmm…you're the only dog I know." The blonde teased. "By the way, how did your meeting go?"
Their conversations during foreplay varied. Sometimes they talked about intimate topics like politics. Sometimes they talked about mundane topics like the weather. And sometimes, they didn't talk at all.
"Oooh," Titan groaned as Usagi licked his erection through his boxers before lowering them. "F-Fine. It took longer than it probably should have."
"Is that true or were you just anxious to see me?"
He was normally the tease in their relationship. Today, however, Usagi felt more playful than usual. Maybe it was the lingerie, she mused. She was also having a good day at work so far. But more than likely, her playfulness stemmed from the fact that Titan was even more impressive between his legs than he was above his waist.
Usagi tenderly stroked her lover's manhood, making him groan louder and fall back onto the pillows. Then, after kissing the tip of it, she asked "What happened?"
Titan stiffened suddenly. "Mamoru got the relocation project." At Usagi's questioning glance, he continued. "The Takeda Building is too small. He gets to find a new one."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Humph. I could have done it."
She could tell he was jealous. "You're not going to sabotage him or anything, are you?"
He refused to answer or make eye contact. Seeing this, Usagi sighed sadly. "Please don't. We both know you're a better man than that."
Her lips suddenly engulfed his member. Feeling the soft velvet of her mouth, Titan growled and grabbed a handful of Usagi's hair. The blonde winced as he tugged; however, she obeyed his command to suck harder. Usagi may be the playful one today but Titan would always be the dominant partner in bed. He was possessive- something the Moon Princess realized during their second tryst together when he asked who she really belonged to. At first, she had worried that his aggression would turn physically abusive. But aside from hair-pulling and suggestive pet names, Titan's possessiveness had never turned violent or occurred outside of the bedroom.
"Oh Kami…" Titan's eyes were half-lidded. He looked utterly relaxed. "That feels good…so good…"
Usagi did not regret falling in love with Titan. He was the man of her dreams: the one she had always wanted but the one destiny had denied her. If anything, the blonde only regretted the complications their relationship innately created for Mamoru. After a tryst, Titan admitted once that he had always secretly disliked Mamoru. But, when he had fallen in love with Usagi, his dislike quickly bloomed into hatred.
So far, Titan kept his hatred bottled up for Usagi's sake. It was doubtful but hopefully her love for him could suck out his aggression towards Mamoru. Emotionally and physically.
"Give me more, beautiful…I need more…"
Realizing her lover craved release, Usagi twisted her tongue along his member and sucked until she knew her mouth felt like a vacuum. This move proved to be Titan's undoing.
"OH YES! THAT'S IT!"
To avoid upsetting her gag reflex, Usagi quickly steadied his bucking hips. It was strange really. She had done this to Titan- her secret lover- many times. So many times, in fact, that she was used to the saltiness of his seed and was able to swallow it without grimacing. But Mamoru- her soul mate-had only received this service once.
Then again, Usagi had realized that that was not her fault. She knew Mamoru was not sexually attracted to her. Six months ago, before she started dating Titan, Usagi had also wondered if he was even emotionally attracted. After their magical night together, Mamoru kept himself in an impenetrable bubble, ignoring his fiancé until she put dinner on the table. It seemed like he regretted what they had done to the point that he could barely look her in the eye.
Usagi had immediately blamed herself. From preparing his meals to ironing his shirts at a ninety-degree angle, the blonde did anything to prove that she was a good woman. But every day, Mamoru barely acknowledged her. And every night, he scowled at her soft whispers and shy caresses. Even when she broke down and tearfully begged Mamoru to tell her what she'd done wrong, he only dismissed her worries. "Focus on the future, Usako." He had said. "That's all that matters."
"Bunny?" Titan's worried voice snapped Usagi out of her reverie. "Are you okay?"
"It's nothing." The blonde smiled as she crawled up to meet his face. "I love you."
Needless to say, when Titan approached her romantically, Usagi had been one hair short of a nervous breakdown. She had spurned the desire in his eyes as well as his offer for dinner at a five-star restaurant. If Mamoru could not love her, Usagi refused to believe that any other man could. Titan, however, had pursued the blonde until he wore her down with flowers, chocolates, and romantic handwritten notes.
Usagi still kept one of those notes in her purse. It simply read: "I will always love you."
Not caring about tasting himself, Titan smashed his lips against Usagi's and rolled them over so that he was now on top. As their tongues intertwined in a passionate battle for dominance, his hands slowly moved down to grip her flimsy underwear. The blonde smiled against their kiss. She lifted her hips, allowing him to slip it off. After a long moment, Titan broke the kiss. He then reached for the nightstand beside the bed and extracted a condom from one of its drawers. There was no need for more foreplay. Both could feel the wetness between her thighs.
"You are my angel, Usagi. I love you so much and just want you to myself. But if you don't want me to push Mamoru in the wrong direction, then I won't. Let's just enjoy our quality time together, ne?"
Devotion shined in his eyes. It was pure devotion- the kind that told Usagi he would love her until his last breath. The blonde nodded, smiling in relief. That relief quickly turned into pleasure as Titan threw the empty wrapper aside and entered her. Both groaned at being able to feel each other so intimately. Though distracted by his burning kisses and whispers of how beautiful she was, Usagi could not help but think of Mamoru. Not only of Mamoru but of the Senshi as well. Her relationship with Titan was not meant to punish any of them. In fact, she had never meant to love Titan: only use him to fulfill her physical desires. But as usual, Usagi was incapable of using people. It just wasn't in her programming.
Somewhere along the way, Usagi thought, she had fallen as deeply in love with Titan as he was with her. But, despite what many thought, she was neither stupid nor naïve. At least not anymore. Usagi knew that the consequences of her love affair would be dire. However, she was ready to accept them whenever they came.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! This was my first sex scene, so please review!
