"So, Stranger, where to?" Usagi asked with a little grin.
Trunks sighed happily and leaned in to kiss her, but frowned when she dodged him. "Right here outside the arcade if you do that again."
"Ah, ah, ah," Sailor Moon said lightly, shaking a finger at him playfully. "Rooftop, wasn't it?"
"Unless you had a better place in mind?" Trunks eyed her appreciatively as her eyes twinkled with mischief. Oh, she had something in mind, there was no doubt, but she was blocking it out in her mind to keep him from seeing it.
"I talked to Tousan on the phone while you were eating, you know. He said that a fifteen minute head start should be fair."
Head start? For—Trunks laughed at that, when Usagi finally let him see what she meant in her mind. He knew his mother and father played this game once in a while, and Vegeta had once explained that it was a kind of mating ritual on Vegeta-sai, almost as old as taking a mate after beating her in a fight. "How much does he usually give Mom?" While he didn't want to know anything about what his parents got up to, he couldn't help ask out of curiosity.
"Tousan said that since Kassan doesn't use ki, he gives her an hour. He also said that you lack the control that he does, so fifteen minutes would likely be as long as you'd be able to wait without cheating," she added with a laugh.
"Fucking asshole," Trunks snorted. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, couldn't stop thinking about tearing that fuku right off of her body. Ok, fine. Maybe his father was right for once. The idea of waiting even fifteen more minutes was a little maddening. "You'd better get going," he growled suddenly.
Usagi 'eeped' a little when he approached her, and she leapt out of his way and began running down a side alley, only stopping once she was out of sight. Vegeta had advised her to use her ki only a little, since it would act as a tracking beacon, so she made sure to keep it as low as possible and still be able to fly.
She couldn't fly fast like that, but she was already halfway across the city and ducking behind a storage building when she felt Trunks' ki flare and go into the sky, signaling that her time was up. Usagi giggled and shook her head. This had to be the first game of hide and seek she'd played since she'd been ten.
Usagi waited patiently, and giggled when he went in the wrong direction. "Sweet Selene, this is too easy." She pressed against their mental bond, blocking her location, but still keeping the link just enough to taunt him. At this rate, I'm just heading home and getting some shut eye, Stranger.
Am I hot or cold?
God, Trunks, you suck at this game! She cried, laughing at him in his head. And I'm not giving you any hints, you're gonna play this game fair and square.
What if I offer something in exchange? He asked. Even the voice in her head sounded husky with need.
Hm, like what? Usagi had to admit, there were a few things he could offer her that just might make her give him a hint or two.
Tell me if I'm hot or cold, and I won't go as rough on you as I'm planning to, he growled lustfully.
But Stranger, Sailor Moon purred in reply, I was looking forward to that part.
Kami, woman, you're so damned sexy. Tell me where you are, right now, he demanded.
Usagi giggled and shook her head. "Oh my God, this is so much fun!' She laughed. Alright, but you'd better make this worth my while, Stranger. You're stone fucking cold, she chuckled. She immediately felt his ki turn right around and head directly towards her at a breakneck pace. "Well, shit. Maybe I should have told him he was only a little cold," she grumbled.
She gasped in surprise when she felt his thoughts in her mind, showing him biting down on her shoulder through the cloth of her uniform, before tearing out the panties, only to drop to his knees and take her with his mouth. Mmm, you are such a bad boy, Stranger. All those dirty thoughts of yours.
Woman, that's only a preview. Hot or cold? When she didn't respond, he snarled in frustration and once again sent her a graphic image of carnal delights.
Damn, boy. Now that was downright kinky.
Care to try it sometime?
Eh… let's save that one for later. Much later, Usagi added, still ogling the picture in her head. Wow, Trunks most definitely watched way too much porn in his younger years.
Good, because I'm not into that sort of thing, anyway, he laughed evilly. I just thought I'd fuck with you. He sent her another image, of her in her uniform, tears placed in strategic places, with her tied to his bed and gagged.
Wow, Stranger.
Now that, I'm into, I have to admit. You willing to try it?
Usagi shook her head and laughed, sending him a picture of her own. His shirt was in shreds, and he was the one tied down and gagged, covered in lovebites. What about that? She asked breathlessly. Damn it, this game was starting to get her a little hot and bothered.
Only if you remove the gag.
Why?
Trunks showed her why, and chuckled when he felt her immediate arousal through the bond.
Getting warm, she whispered.
Trunks turned slightly east, and knew he was getting hot when he felt her heartbeat quicken a little.
"Shit," Usagi gasped, when she felt him less than a mile away. She peeked around the storage building, and saw his ki floating in the air, his head turning left, and then right. She considered running and changing hiding places for a moment, but ducked back into the shadows when he headed her way. Pushing her ki as low as it would go, she crept through the darkness to hide behind a another building, but stiffened halfway there when she felt his ki almost directly above her.
She looked up and gave him a shaky grin when she found him staring right at her with nothing but raw lust in his green eyes. "Fuck me running," she said quickly, half laughing, half groaning. She bolted like the rabbit she was and darted around a corner into an alley. Her days in high school didn't have shit on how fast she was running right then; Ms. Haruna would have been proud of this particular mad dash… until her teacher found out exactly why she was running, of course.
Usagi used a little bit of her ki to help her clear a fence when she came to a dead end, and screamed in surprise when two strong arms deftly caught her and drug her up against a rock-hard chest.
"I win," Trunks growled, immediately pushing her up against the dead end that she'd just vaulted. The Saiyan kissed her roughly then, pinning her arms behind her head when she gave a token struggle, and shifted her wrists so that he could hold them with one hand while the other explored her.
There was a tearing sound, and Usagi suddenly felt the night air against one of her breasts, followed by the warmth of his tongue. She couldn't help the strangled moan that came out of her mouth when his lips closed around the peak and began to suckle while his free hand wandered further south to tear at another piece of her uniform, exposing her. "Trunks, please. I need you inside of me now."
"You're supposed to call me Stranger, remember Moon?" He chuckled, releasing her hands so he could sink to his knees.
Usagi couldn't even remember when they'd agreed to that, and simply buried her fingers in his hair to hold him to her, moaning incoherently. "Please," she gasped again, when she felt herself peaking, only for him to revert to teasing her mercilessly. "Please, Stranger." She tried to nudge his mouth back to where she wanted it with one of her thighs, but he easily dodged and nipped at the inside of her leg.
"You're mine, woman. Mine to do with as I wish. You'll come when I tell you to, and not before."
When he took her right to the edge again and once more left her bereft, she let out a helpless little cry of frustration as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. "Stranger, you asshole, you're getting such a beating for this later," she whispered malevolently.
"Hm, promises, promises."
Sailor Moon whimpered when he took her up two more times only to stop just short of her pleasure. "Please, Stranger, don't make me pound on you."
"The only one who's getting a pounding tonight is you," he replied roughly. Trunks slid two fingers inside of her just then, and felt her tighten around him just a little. "Now, Moon, you're going to come for me. You understand?"
Usagi nodded weakly, and her eyes rolled back in her head when his hand moved in time with his mouth. She tensed, waiting for him to pull away, but he kept up his assault and shoved her roughly into oblivion, crying out so loudly that she was nearly screaming her release.
Trunks cradled her against him when she went limp, and looked down at her in concern. "Moon, you ok?" He asked worriedly.
"Mmhmm," she answered dreamily. Her eyes cracked open to meet his, and a little smile tugged at her mouth. "I'm getting you back for that, you know."
"Looking forward to it," he grunted, pressing her against the wall as he shredded the bodice of her uniform. Trunks felt her hands fumbling at his pants, and chuckled when she gave an impatient little growl. "Don't worry, woman, you'll get it. Eventually."
"Stranger, if you even think of teasing me again like you just did, I'll—"
"You'll what?" He asked seriously, pressing against her entrance. "You'll call Red, and have her set my hair on fire?"
"No," Usagi gasped, equally serious, "I'll call your mom." She grinned at his stunned expression. "And I'll tell her what a bad, mean son of a bitch you are."
"Bad as you want, moon goddess." With that, he thrust into her savagely, biting down on her mark as his hips moved at a pace that even he could barely keep up with.
Usagi cringed at the initial pain, but the bite solved that quickly, flooding her senses with pleasure that was only heightened by the feel of her mate claiming her with the brutality of a Saiyan warrior. She gave a helpless little moan just before she came, tightening around him and giving his mark the same treatment that he had given hers.
"Do you like that, Moon?" He whispered in her ear, just before raking his teeth down her throat.
"Yeah." She moved her hips against him when he slowed down a little.
"Nope, no moving, woman. You're going to hold still."
Her eyes rolled back when he took control and thrust against her relentlessly, taking her over the edge yet again. "Stranger," she moaned.
"That's more like it. Come for me again, Moon," he growled. He didn't let up as she trembled against him and arched her back to meet him for every savage thrust despite his order for her to hold still. Her enthusiasm was more than enough to make up for her disregard for his command.
"Harder, Stranger. Please, I need you so badly." Her thighs shook when he gave her everything, and she cried out in ecstasy against him as she shattered. "God, you feel so good. Come for me, Stranger."
"Not yet, Moon." He bit down on her mating mark, and gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises when he felt her tighten and buck against him wildly yet again. "You're mine."
"Yours, Stranger. I'm yours," she answered desperately. Her whimpers were muted when his mouth slanted over hers and his tongue plunged into her mouth as she slipped into oblivion for the… well, she didn't know how many times it was, she'd stopped keeping a count. She felt her stamina flagging, but she moved against him with abandon when she felt him stiffen and his movements became erratic. She followed him over the edge when he cried out her name and bit down on her shoulder.
"Better?" She asked shakily. God, he was shaking just as hard as she was. "Need to lie down?" She teased. "Sailor Moon too much for you?"
Trunks laughed against her neck and pressed his hips against hers to make her gasp. "What, you want to go again? I'm sure I can be persuaded."
"God, no, I'll be walking bowlegged during training tomorrow as it is!" She laughed, and slapped him playfully on the ass. "Now let me down, sexy man." She grinned when he pulled away with obvious reluctance. She detransformed and was instantly clothed in the jeans and tank top she'd worn earlier in the day. "There, that's better. I sure hope my fuku regenerates after all that. You destroyed it."
"That was the point," he said with a grin. He pulled his clothes on before kissing her softly, slowly, tenderly. The embrace made him suddenly want more.
Usagi gasped when she felt him harden against her again. "Oh, no. I'm not a marathon woman, Stranger. Well, not yet, anyway."
"Give me a few months, we'll add it to your training." His eyes raked up and down her body and he nipped at her shoulder. "Let me make love to you again," he groaned. "Please, Moon, I'm begging you."
Usagi's blue eyes twinkled with mirth. "Stranger, I hate to disappoint you, but that wasn't making love. That was fucking."
Trunks' eyes widened a little at her statement before he laughed so hard he was holding his sides by the time he got himself under control. "Ok, fine then," he finally answered, "let me make love you to this time."
"Alright," Usagi snorted, as if it were some huge inconvenience for her. "I suppose I could give in just this once."
And there it is, my fellow otaku fangirls! The fuku epilogue! Due to a certain other fangirl's awesomeness, I'll be posting a Rei and Goten epilogue as well. :) Please review, and I love yall, thank you for sticking with this story til the end!