Author's Note: The lemons start here... and it involves a pretty heated and out of control Mamoru... so if that kind of thing bothers you, please skip this, because there will be the whole holding her down thing (she is willing though).


The HoneyMoon
Chapter 2
Mamoru Loses Control... Finally


Mamoru lay on the floor for several long minutes after Usagi slammed the bathroom door. His mind whirled with thoughts and ideas, concepts that were new and foreign to him. When Usagi had flipped him over her shoulder he'd been angry and annoyed... and aroused. Her words had driven thoughts home to him that he'd never even entertained.

His Usako was not fragile.

How on earth had he missed that? How had it never occurred to him that her small stature and beauty didn't make her weak. No... A weak person would never have survived all she had been through. And she had a point about the Youma, and all the other enemies they'd faced, that she'd faced. She had defeated so many of them alone.

And her eyes, when she'd muttered about not wanting to stop him... She'd been aroused by the idea. That, more than anything else, had kept him stunned and on the floor. Because she hadn't really hurt him. She could have, if she'd wanted to, but she hadn't. No, he'd been lying here, stunned by her outburst, and by the flash of desire he'd seen when he'd talked about holding her down and taking her whether she liked it or not.

She wanted him to be rough with her. Wanted him to let go of the tight control he had held over himself since the instant he'd met her.

He stood, dusted himself off, and adjusted his aching cock in his suddenly too-tight pants. If she wanted him to be rough with her, he would be. Very, very rough. Because if he let the control go, he knew he'd never get it back.

For her first time however, he wanted her to enjoy the more tender side of things... and then he'd get rough. An idea came to mind. The way she'd squirmed when he'd mentioned tying her to the bed had indicated she liked the idea. It was halfway between. He could be gentle with her, but still feel he possessed her fully. He had a feeling the bedroom was the only place that would ever happen again.

He smirked and held up a hand, a little vine appeared from nowhere and disappeared just as quickly when he heard the door opening. She walked out in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Bye Mamoru," she said, and gave him a friendly wave, hauling her bag closer to her body as she began to pull on the magic that would help her teleport. "I guess I'll see you at home."

Before she could lift her hand again, or speak, he had her. His arms tightened around her and he hauled her to the bed, throwing her down roughly. Her eyes darkened with desire and her nipples pebbled against his chest as he lay over her.

"You are my wife," he growled, "and you aren't leaving this bed until you learn that."

Her mouth parted and she began to pant, the tip of her tongue coming out to wet her lips. His hands went to her bottom and he squeezed her cheeks roughly. A moan escaped her and her legs parted ever so slightly. It was all the encouragement he needed.

He let loose with the vines. They wrapped around her wrists and she was pulled further up the bed until they had wrapped around the bedframe. With a smirk he sat up, and leaning forward, tore her shirt apart. He moved down the bed and pulled her jeans off in a few quick tugs, then pulled a razor sharp rose from nowhere and cut her bra and underwear off her body.

She moaned, her legs spreading even more, and he could smell her arousal.

"I've been wrong all this time," he growled. "You didn't need me to do things for you... except here."

She nodded emphatically. Encouraged, he spread her legs wider, bent and nuzzled the curly hairs of her mound. He spread her open, finding her already moist and heated for him and ran his tongue the length of her slit. She lifted her hips instinctively as he clamped his mouth over her little button sucking greedily at her.

"Oh Kami, Mamo-chan!" she breathed, her hips jerking.

He chuckled, and apparently the sensation stimulated her because he felt a rush of her juices cover his fingers, which were slipping up and down her crevasse now, readying her for his invasion. He slipped his index finger into her, barely entering the channel, then pulled it back and pressed deeper. Her hips bucked wildly and he put one forearm over her belly to hold her still before slipping a second finger inside.

"Mamo-chan!" she hissed, still trying to wriggle under him. She was even more turned on by being held down it seemed. His little Usako wanted to be controlled, even dominated in bed. And he was more than willing to accommodate her.

He scraped his teeth over her hardened clit and she let out a small scream, panting and moaning as again her hips tried to buck. He grinned and hummed over it. She began to moan his name repeatedly. He turned his fingers within her, reaching for the spongy place that would stimulate her even more. He curled his fingers and found it almost instantly, rubbed hard, and groaned as she screamed and came all over his hand.

He pulled back and waited until her eyes open before he licked her juices off his finger. Her eyes widened, her irises darkened, and her pupils dilated. He stared at her for a long moment, enjoying her response as she came down from the heights of her orgasm. Then he wiped his mouth and began kissing his way up her belly to her breasts. He wanted this first time to be more gentle, but he couldn't deny the way her response was throwing him over the edge of his tightly held control.

He took one breast in his mouth and the other between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly as he nipped gently. He loved the way her hips bucked under him, the way her legs opened and closed, the way she threw her head back and groaned. He slid one hand down and gently massaged her clit with his fingers.

"You aren't on birth control," he whispered. She blinked and gave a small frown. She must be wondering if he was going to stop. He waited a moment to let her worry over it. Then he smiled. "I wont be using condoms," he added. "I'm going to fill you with my seed over and over," he promised. Her face went red, and he smirked. "And this honeymoon isn't over until there is a baby growing in your belly."

Her mouth opened in shock, but she didn't argue. Finally she cocked her head to the side, looking confused. "But I thought..."

He pressed the tip of his engorged member against her tiny opening, just barely adding pressure so that she could grow accustomed to the way he would stretch her. He wasn't a small man, and he was afraid her first time would hurt. Her eyes went blank for a second as all thought fled from her.

He moved up and kissed her, sucking lightly on her lower lip as he began to penetrate her depths. She panted and groaned, her head swung from side to side, and he knew she needed more. He pulled up onto his knees and lifted her hips, ready to impale her, but waiting as he pressed two fingers to her mound, sliding up and down rapidly, one to each side of her sensitized clit. She began to keen her need for him, and then the walls of her channel clenched over the mushroomed head of him.

As her orgasm took her, so did he, in one massive thrust he filled her completely, tearing through the hymen, and held still as her walls clenched and unclenched, her orgasm still in control. He had to hold the base of his cock tightly to stop himself from coming too early. Hopefully his timing had meant she hadn't felt the pain.

When her eyes finally opened she stared at him, biting her lower lip. He pulled nearly out of her before slipping deep again, enjoying the feeling of her folds sliding around him. She was so tight it almost hurt him, and he hoped she wasn't in pain. He held her eyes with his gaze as he pulled back and pushed slightly faster. She groaned but didn't look away. Another thrust, slightly harder now, just a bit faster, and she gasped.

"Tell me you like this," he demanded, his voice rough with both desire and emotion.

"Hai," she agreed. "Mamo-chan this feels..." she cut off as he rammed harder. "Oh Kami! Mamo-chan!"

"Who do you belong to Usako?" he asked with a hard thrust.

"Mamo..."

"Whose are you?" He rammed harder.

"Yours," she whispered.

He growled. "And I'm yours," he told her. "Only yours, forever."

He stopped speaking then, as he increased his pace and depth, tilting her hips up so that he could penetrate her deeply. Every moan she gave, every little scream, every buck of her hips, drove him further over the edge, but he wanted to maintain control for this, her first encounter.

With herculean effort he held himself back, knowing he could take her harder later, and drove both of them up and up until she shattered around him, her inner walls spasming, milking him of every drop of seed. His vision went white, his heart pounded, and his brain fogged as he yelled in triumph and released torrents of thick sticky cup into her.

"Mine!" he yelled as he collapsed on top of her.

"Mine," she whispered back. He released the vines and her arms came around him, holding her close. She was breathing raggedly, her chest heaving against him.

"You made me wait all this time for that?" she asked when their breathing had returned to normal.

"Gomen," he muttered. He wasn't just sorry he had made her wait. He wished he'd done this much sooner.

He was already stiffening again within her and she grunted as he moved his hips, thrusting a bit. "We aren't done yet Usako." He bit her neck, knowing it would leave a mark. And he let go of his tightly held control.


Usagi couldn't help feeling satisfaction as he began ramming into her, this time much more fiercely than before. Her husband was finally letting go of the iron-clad control he'd held on to for so long.

He growled as he lifted her knee to her chest. It changed and deepened the angle of penetration until he could feel him slamming against her womb. It almost hurt, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain. She bucked her hips and he grabbed her rear, tilting her hips until he was even deeper. She screamed at the pleasure coursing through her. She'd never felt so alive before.

"Mine," he growled, and his teeth sunk into her neck. There was a moment of pleasurable agony as she exploded, stars bursting in her vision, her body tensed and her walls spasmed around him, making her feel every vein in his thick member as he sheathed himself, hammering at her again and again. He continued straight through her orgasm, growling fiercely, and occasionally nipping at her collarbone. His tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat, and she heard herself keening as his thrusts grew wild and out of control.

"Please," she whimpered, not really sure what she was asking for. She needed... something. He growled and pounded harder into her. She gasped at the sensations. She felt like she would break apart, and it was wonderful.

Then he was yelling. "MINE!" he hollered and his hips lost rhythm and bucked wildly into her as he sprayed her insides with spurt after spurt. His release seemed to last forever, and one thrust threw her back over the edge until she tightened around him again, pulling the last of it out of him. He collapsed on top of her, unable to support himself with his arms any longer.

She couldn't help herself. Couldn't keep her mouth shut if her life depended on it. "Told you a little sex wouldn't hurt me," she giggled.

He grunted, his face buried in her neck. "We haven't even finished one round Usako."

She gasped, wondering just how much more there was to a round of sex. She'd already lost count of her own orgasms, and she was sore inside. Not that she minded being sore. He had finally lost control and it was glorious.

For several long minutes they lay there together. She enjoyed the weight of him on top of her. She felt adored, safe, and most of all, desired. Her eyes closed and she stayed still, listening to his breathing even out, feeling his chest heaving against her own, and enjoying the feeling of him still inside her, claiming her. She could feel the drip of their juices, but she didn't mind it. She was waiting for more.

Her dreams and memories had never really been too clear on the sexual aspect of Serenity and Endymion, but she did know that there was almost always a period of cuddling afterwards. This wasn't cuddling though. This was a brief pause to catch their breaths.

Mamoru startled her when he suddenly rolled them both over so that she was straddling his hips as she had done earlier when she'd yelled at him. He grinned up at her before taking her hips in his hands and pulling her up several inches. With a quick jerking motion he slammed her back down. She moaned loudly and pulled herself up again before sliding down his shaft.

She tried angling her hips several ways before she found one that was deep and still gave her mobility. Then she began to torture him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, teasing. She bent and kissed his sweaty chest then sat back up and ran her fingers over his pectorals and gently thumbed his nipples. His whole body jumped and he brushed her hands away.

She giggled and went back to touch them again. He reacted the same way, this time catching her wrists in his hands and holding them away from his chest. She pouted but he didn't let her go. Leaning back, she tried to toss one of her long streamers of hair over her shoulder, but it was stuck to her sweaty skin. Holding her wrists, Mamoru moved her hands down to her sides and used them to pull her faster and harder over him.

He groaned. She whimpered.

"More," she whispered, and he did it again. She was growing tired, not sure how much longer she could keep up the pace. He let go of her wrists and took her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, squeezing hard. She screamed and plunged down on him again. With ever flex of his hands as he pinched her sensitive tips she slammed onto him, hard and fast.

But then, thankfully, he rolled them back over and lifted her feet over his shoulders, taking her hard and deep, each thrust hitting her insides almost painfully. She screamed when his thumb found her clit again and she convulsed around him spasmodically, her orgasm so intense she lost her vision for a moment. He yelled as she tightened around him and with a furious grunt emptied himself inside her again.

Very slowly he pulled out of her, a little dribble of their mixed juices following after. He threw himself down beside her on the bed and pulled her over to rest her head on his chest as they both struggled to calm their breathing.

"That was round one," he whispered.

Usagi laughed. She couldn't wait for round two.

"Mamo-can? You know Chibi-Usa isn't born until my twenty-second birthday," she whispered. "I thought that meant..."

He cut her off and gave her a wicked grin. "Not everything is the way it seemed, Usako."

Usagi was confused. She turned her head on his chest and looked into his face. He was gazing at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Nani?" she asked.

"There are a few surprises in store for us apparently," Mamoru said, his voice happy. "I heard from the kind. A few changes happened because of all Chibi-Usa's trips to the past."

Worried, she sat up. "She didn't disappear?"

"No. But she isn't an only child anymore either." Mamoru laughed at her and she realized her face must have been frozen in a state of shock. She was shocked, and a bit happy. "She wasn't allowed to tell us last time she came to visit, and we weren't allowed to know for some reason until after Galaxia was defeated. Something about it causing more changes, I guess," he added.

"Oh!" She wrinkled her nose. "You know I'm still in high school though, right?"

"Yup. But apparently our oldest son is born just before you turn seventeen."

"Oldest son?" she wanted to clarify.

"Mm hmm," Mamoru said, then yawned.

"Oh Kami!" Usagi breathed. "But everything else is the same?"

"Yeah, except, Chibi-Usa's childhood was easier this time around." He yawned again. "I guess it's easier having a twin brother," he sighed, and started to snore.

To say Usagi was shocked was an understatement. Chibi-Usa had acted strange on her last visit, but she hadn't said a word. She'd only been with them for a week. It was no wonder Mamoru had wanted them to be married earlier. Usagi sighed, wondering how this would affect her schooling. She didn't mind the thought of more children. In fact, it made her happy, and the idea that Chibi-Usa had an easier time was even better.

That didn't mean Luna wasn't going to chew her out.

Then Usagi remembered. She wasn't going to take any of that from her advisor anymore. She was going to tell them all where they could stick it. And she was going to teach them that she wasn't a punching bag or a pin cushion any more. She drifted into sleep.


Usagi didn't know it (though, as the author, I do) but this night was the beginning of her journey to becoming Neo Queen Serenity. If she hadn't learned to stand up for herself as well as for others, she would have been no more than a puppet, and that would never do for the protector of the Solar System.