Moon of Destiny

by Lord-Mandrake

Post Galaxia, The Senshi learn the history of the universe before the Moon Kingdom. Powerful enemies and Allies awaken, and destinies are fulfilled

4. Some like it hot

Chapter Four

Mina took Tenjin's hand and gently pulled him towards his bedroom door. He put up no resistance to the idea at all, but simply allowed her to lead. The crossed into his bedroom the lack of candles allowed the curtain of night to fall heavy upon the room. Tenjin walked over to the night stand and lit the lamp sitting there amazingly fast. He dipped a candle into the flame and carried it before him as he closed the hallway door. With a look at Mina that threatened to melt her bones from the heat of it, he quietly slid open the door to his private bath. Quickly using the candle in his hand he lit the lanterns placed strategically around the room.

Mina sighed in wonder at the beauty of the room. A furo occupied the majority of the right hand side, easily large enough to comfortably hold four people. Dual shower heads focused on one spot of the floor on the other side. A washing bench made of a blue marble material with gold scrollwork sat underneath them. The tile floor matched the bench surface while the knobs for the shower matched the scrollwork. All in all it was gorgeous in the flickering light. Tenjin reached over and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to a very warm spray, steam began to rise quickly in the room.

Tenjin took her into his arms, his lips unerringly finding hers in a slow gentle kiss. Mina began to relax with the familiar sensation. His hands slid down her sides to lightly brush her hips, she gasped in pleasure at the contact. His kisses moved from her lips to her cheeks and continued up towards her closed eye lids. The rain of kisses continued unabated while his hands began a slow stroking motion in her back. The heat of the shower's mist began to seep into her, making her motions languid.

She brought her arms up palms resting flat on his chest, her hands trembled slightly in fear and excitement equally. She tilted her head back, further allowing him unrestricted access to her neck. Her sighs of pleasure echoed strangely in the heavy mist, lending to the air of unreality. She whimpered slightly at the loss of contact as his hands ceased their circling motions on her hips to glide ever so softy up her body and curled into her hair.

With efficient yet gentle motions he untied the ribbon from her hair and hung it over the handle to the bathroom door. Once released from its confinement her silken tresses flowed like a waterfall of sunlight down her back all the way to her hips. He stopped and stared in wonder at the vision of loveliness that stood before him. He placed a kiss on the end of her pert nose as he ran his hands through the silky mass of her hair, stroking her like a cat.

She took a hold of the bottom of his shirt, her hands steady with the knowledge that this was her choice, and slowly pulled it up and over his head. She dropped it behind her and lightly rubbed her hands over his chest. She lightly traced her fingers around his nipple and rewarded by it contracting into diamond hardness. She grinned at his hiss of indrawn breath from her caress. She leaned her head down and licked his nipple.

He shuddered violently at the raw sexual feeling of her tongue on his chest. He tangled his hands in her hair pulling her head back away from him with gentle yet unmistakeable intent. He rolled her top up over her head, and pinned her arms behind her back with it. His fingers quickly unfastened the front enclosure of her bra, her breasts sprang forward forcing the cups apart on their own once the restraint was dealt with. He gazed lovingly at her and leaned down to capture her nipple in his mouth.

She cried out in pleasure when his hot mouth encompassed the tip of her breast, the wet heat arrowed strait through her, causing answering warmth to begin to pool in her belly. She finally worked her arms free of the entrapment of her top and it, along with her bra, was discarded behind her. Her arms encircled him his nails lightly raked his back as he continued to devour her breasts. She drew her hands further down his body to grip his butt, and pulled him closer to her. Her hips began to rotate against him, pressing her softness against his rigidity.

He released her hair, his hands stroked their way down her back and wound their way under her skirt. A flick of his fingers and its button fell open allowing it to drop already forgotten to the ground. He revelled in her cry of passion when he slipped his hands under her panties. Her firm butt warm in his hands. He leaned her against the wall next to the door and nipped the tip of her breast lightly.

Her hands flashed to his pants when she felt him lightly graze her nipple with his teeth. In one motion she pulled down both his pants and underwear, freeing his hardness to rest against her belly. She smiled as he groaned at the freedom she granted him, and slipped her hand down to encircle his length. She could feel every muscle in his body contract when she closed her hand around him. Her first stroke of his length brought an immediate reaction, his teeth once again nipped the super sensitive end of her breast, this time with force enough to be the border between pleasure and pain.

He hardly noticed her moan of pleasure as he kissed his way back up to her mouth. A hard spike of pleasure brought on by her slow stroking of him triggered a muscle spasm that reduced her panties to confetti, they fell unnoticed to the floor. Now that she was completely disrobed he stepped away and viewed her in her natural state. He was nearly struck speechless by the awe inspiring beauty before him.

"Your perfect Mina-chan," He whispered, his voice a caress in and of itself. "In all my life I have never beheld a more beautiful vision of loveliness than you."

Mina blushed shyly and peeked at his body revealed to her in its completely aroused state. He looked like a statue of a Greek god. His body was lightly muscled, but very well defined. His manhood stood proudly erect, drawing her eyes to it like a magnet. As she watched it, it twitched, looking almost impatient. She forced her eyes back to his face and found him staring at her. She self-consciously followed his gaze and realised he was staring at her delta. She fought down the totally irrational desire to cover herself from his sight with her hands, and managed to adopt a proud stance that displayed her charms more prominently.

He gathered her close and stepped beneath the spray of the shower heads. The steamy water acted like another caress. It poured down their bodies raising their body temperatures even higher. He reached behind her to take hold of a bottle of liquid soap. He squirted a generous amount into his hand and cupped it for a moment to allow it to pick up some of his body heat. He placed his soap covered hands against her belly and felt the muscles there jump at the contact. He dragged his hands up almost but not quite touching her breasts his fingers scratching lightly in contrast to the slick feel of his soap covered palms.

He continued the caressing wash moving over her sides, using just enough force to keep her from collapsing into a bundle of giggles from the tickling sensation that caused. Her back received the same treatment, his nails driving her mad with tension that was soothed a heartbeat later by his slick hands. Each arm was treated equally, yet he was ever so careful no to even accidentally brush her breasts. He slid down her sides to her legs, and she had to put her hands on his shoulders to keep her legs from buckling.

She was whimpering loudly by the time he finished her legs, and much like her upper body not once had he touched what she really wanted him to. He moved his hands to her hips and softly licked her folds in a long slow swipe of his tongue. He stood again to face her, her gasp of pleasure more than an adequate reassurance of her desire to continue. He once again captured her lips with his, his tongue gently stroked hers.

She could taste herself on his tongue. The flavour was both strange and exciting. She needed to calm down some, her heart was pounding so hard it frightened her. She wanted him to be as far gone as her. It didn't seem fair that he somehow managed to retain his composure. A devious idea occurred to her, and she took the bottle of soap.

She squirted a large dollop of it into her hands, and hardly waiting for it to warm began to massage his chest and shoulders with it. Her small strong hands pressed and raked his muscles, drawing him further into a relaxed state. Her massage continued over his arms and back, even going so far as to pull lightly on his fingers. His neck saw much the same treatment, and by the time she slid her hands down to his legs, his body had become heavy and lethargic. Her fingers drew out the tension from his thighs and calves. Tenjin found it necessary to lean against the wall to remain standing. She finished her treatment of his legs and he prepared to rinse off, ready for a long soak in the furo in prelude of their loving. He was completely caught off guard when her still soap slick hand took a hold of his member, her other gently caressing his genitals.

He collapsed to the bench, his hands curled tightly on its surface while she continued her slow smooth strokes and gentle massage. His breathing became quick and erratic, his pulse pounded deafeningly in his ears. Her small hands began to increase their pace. Guttural sounds filled the small room as he began to thrust his hips slightly, in time with her motions. She bent her head down and slowly swirled her tongue over the engorged head of her captured prey, and a sharp cracking sound filled the room. Mina hardly had time to notice two hand sized chunks of marble now lay on the floor, before Tenjin had finished sweeping her into his arms and depositing them both into the furo.

He sat behind her his arms around her waist one hand lay lightly on her belly the other began gently caressing her breasts. He almost whimpered when she scooted back lifting slightly up to trap his length between her cheeks and the bottom of the furo. She slowly rocked her hips sliding his length along the soft skin beneath her meike. His other hand moved from her belly down to her folds where it began to softly trace her inner lips, dipping down into her with the tip of his finger, at the end of each circle.

Tenjin took her earlobe into his mouth, his teeth pressing into her sensitive lobe. One hand tweaked her nipple very firmly, while the other brushed against her clitoris. She bit her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure at the sensation. His hands once again returned to their gentle movements, leaving her body humming from the radically different stimuli.

For several minutes more the couple continued their loveplay in the furo, finally Tenjin stood and on shaking legs drew Mina up to him. She turned to face her lover, her expression of need almost totally burying the tiny kernel of fear that remained within her. They stepped out of the furo and he withdrew a pair of enormous fluffy towels. He gently began to rub her dry with one of them. The soft cottony texture sent waves of pleasure running threw her as it brushed over her. He took extra care with her breasts and the delta of her thighs, going so far as to slowly and softly run the edge of the towel between her folds. Mina cried out at the sensation and clung to him as the waved of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

She took the other towel from him and began a deliberate and provocative exploration of him, nominally using drying him off as an excuse. When she finished his breathing was again ragged, his eyes were wide and a hint of wild desperation had entered them. His normally emerald green eyes had lightened in the odd light to look like pools of liquid platinum. With one last brush she let the towel drop to the floor.

He picked her up effortlessly, and carried her through the doorway to his bedroom, stopping briefly to collect something from the door. Only the soft light of a single lantern was present to push back the darkness. Mina shivered in anticipation of what was to come.

"Are you sure you're ready for this Mina-chan?" He asked softly, his eyes locked directly onto hers as if seeking their own answers from within her.

"Hai, Ten-chan." She whispered in response, her ability to speak nearly gone from the emotions thickening her throat. "I don't just want you, I need you. Please Ten-chan, make me yours." She managed to say.

Tenjin's eyes seemed filled with the answers to all the questions she had never dared ask when he once again began to move. He slid down and again encompassed her nipple within his mouth. One hand caressed her other breast while the other began a steady stroking exploration of the rest of her body. Mina quickly began to moan as the sensations overwhelmed the still present hesitance within her. Her body again began to tremble slightly, this time in need. The feelings his touched invoked in her were too powerful to contain, she needed more, faster, and Tenjin still continued his leisurely caresses. Mina desperately grasped his roaming hand in hers and directed it to where she needed him so desperately to touch. He chuckled lightly as his fingers brushed ever so softly against the core of her desire. A hard, hot spike of pleasure assaulted her at the touch, and she arched her hips sharply in response. Again he rubbed his fingers over her core, and again the sensations spiked. A little of the intensity seemed to remain after each spike, building the next one higher and higher in response.

In an unexpected movement he pushed one finger into the tightness of her channel on the next stroke, her body bowed in response, and colours began to flicker at the edges of her vision. The feelings he was arousing in her we unbelievable. Her entire body pulsed with the beat of her heart, in time with his caresses. Blackness crawled at the edges of the colours that now encompassed the majority of her vision. He hands made desperate clawing motions on his back, seeking to pull him closer, to gather more of him into contact and to complete this. whatever it was that he was doing to her. Her moans had taken on a loud frantic tenor, and were punctuated by short high pitched squeaks. He drew hard suction on her nipple and bit down slightly at the exact same instant he pushed a second digit into he virgin canal. Mina arched and thrashed as waves and of ecstasy overwhelmed her. A loud scream tore itself from her throat. Her legs trembled and her blood seemed to turn to molten metal. Her essence poured out of her, soaking his hand. For an instant that lasted eternity, Mina wallowed in the sensation of pure undiluted bliss.

The first thing she noticed was Tenjin had settled to her side slightly, she didn't remember him moving. His hands were once again slowly caressing her body. The fluids that she had released had slightly cooled and had formed a slightly sticky coating on her meike.

"Are you back with me now Mina-chan?" Tenjin asked. She could see his smile even in the low light.

Mina flushed in embarrassment when she realised she must have passed out from her orgasm. "Hai, I'm back." She said still slightly dazed. "How long was I out?" She whispered, somewhat afraid of having disappointed him with her reaction.

"Oh no more than a minute or so." He said still grinning. "You make me feel very proud of myself, making you faint in ecstasy is something I will remember for the rest of my life." His hands continued to reawaken her arousal with their knowing touches. "We do have a problem Mina-chan, a big one." He said, looking frighteningly serious.

"What's wrong Ten-chan?" Mina asked worriedly. She prayed that she had done nothing to spoil this beautiful moment between them.

"The problem is we've only just begun."

He leaned over and captured her lips with his. His tongue pressed deeply into her, to lick the roof of her mouth. She shivered at the suddenness of the invasion, and fought to regain equal footing. He moved to position himself between her legs, his still hard length lay against the blond curls nestled in the juncture of her thighs. One hand sought the damp heat of her folds while the other rubbed small circles down her body from her breasts to join its brother.

Her hands seemed to move without her conscious direction, one slid down to cradle his length, while the other cupped and rolled his genitals. A sharp oath escaped him and she felt him pulse in her hand.

"Kami-sama, Mina. If you keep that up much longer this will be over before we've begun." He whispered in a strained voice.

Tenjin gently pulled her hands away from him and gathered them together into one of his. He raised them above her head and teasingly dragged something silky and cool up over her belly and across her nipples. Her eyes flashed in wonder as he pulled the mysterious object, her hair ribbon, above her head and lightly secured her wrists together with it. Using the extra length he loosely tied her bound wrists to the wrought iron headboard of his bed. For the briefest of instants Mina felt a surge of panic, then she realised what he intended. She knew she could pull her hands free should she desire to, but the binding of her hands was a symbol of her surrender to him.

He took a long look at her and with her nod of acceptance he reached down and parted her opening with his fingers. He positioned the engorged head of his manhood within her opened petals, and pushed slightly. Mina thrashed against her light bonds, though her body was very ready for this, he was much thicker than even two of his fingers. It felt like she was being pried apart. His slow steady pressure kept the pain of the invasion down to manageable levels but it seemed to her there was simply no way he would be able to fit all of him in her.

Tenjin knew she was a virgin, despite her lack of a hymen. Her almost unbearable snugness was proof beyond the shadow of a doubt, had he have needed any. He kissed her again, and could taste the saltiness of tears on her face from the pain of his invasion of her. Though he was barely half in her, he drew back until only his head remained within. She gasped at the sensation the friction caused and he pushed forward again, going ever so slightly deeper.

Her body again felt like it was on fire. The pain of his possession surged in counterpoint to the ecstasy of his withdraw. Over and over again he pressed into her, each stroke penetrating deeper and deeper into her. Her body's response made her hot and slick, easing his passage and greatly reducing the uncomfortable sensations caused by his penetration. The feeling of pain faded into the background. A sense of fullness accompanied by waves of bliss in time with his thrusts was all that remained. She felt a new sensation. Something thumped lightly into the sensitive span of flesh between her meike and her butt. It took several more impacts before she realised that it was his genitals, he had somehow managed to fit all of him within her.

The world receded around her, the only thing that mattered in the entire universe was her joining with him. Dimly she could still feel his hands stroking and caressing the rest of her body, but it was unimportant. She could once again see the colours tingling within her vision, this time they were a hundred times as bright. She could feel her blood boiling beneath the surface of her skin as she arched her hips to meet his every thrust.

His movements picked up speed, he could feel her arms thrashing lightly at the bonds that held them, with a negligent pull he undid the bow of the ribbon and her arms wrapped gratefully around him. She dragged her hands down his back in unknowing sympathy to the tide of emotions welling within her. Her nails scraping roughly yet unfelt against his skin. A hard contraction of pleasure surged within her. Her legs wrapped tight around him, urging him without words to move quicker, thrust harder.

Another flare of pleasure struck her, and her arms convulsed, nearly squeezing the air from his lungs. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the soft light, they were the only point of stability in her world. Another flare, struck their intervals narrowing. She couldn't understand why the room hadn't ignited from the heat within her. Another struck, and she began to call out loudly. Again, this one right on the heels of the last and even his eyes were no longer in focus to her. The next struck before that last had subsided, the colours within her head danced madly. He throat became raw from her cries. She could feel his body pistoning away within her his movements relentless and frantic. The flares of passion rolled together into one intense flame hotter than the sun. She threw her head back, her eyes involuntarily clenched shut as every muscle in her body locked. Within her body her vaginal muscles erupted into wild spasming pulling him deeper within him and tearing his control away. With a cry he joined her on the edge of oblivion the world seemed to stop around them. A flood of heat welcomed his release into her body and she once again blacked out under the force of her climax.

Tenjin didn't notice her unconsciousness for several moments though. The room was much brighter than it should have been. A golden glow filled the room softly with its light. Under most circumstances he wouldn't have found that to be troubling, but in this case it was. Burning on the forehead of his undeniably beautiful lover was a golden symbol. A heart shape, that seemed mounted on a short cross. The symbol of Sailor Venus, prominently displayed on her forehead reflected within his Platinum eyes.

"Oh shit." Tenjin said. "How in the hell did I get myself into this?" he asked no one in particular.

He gathered the unconscious beauty into his arms and drew the sheet up over them. When he was certain she was comfortable he leaned his head back against the pillows and sighed. "How in the name of Dallak am I going to explain this one to her?" he spoke to himself. "I mean I can't just wake her up and say, gee Mina I'm really sorry about that Agony Binding I put on you, here let me make it up to you, would you prefer ice cream or diamonds? I know, maybe I could make a whole bunch of magical noise and when the Senshi show up I'll kiss Venus into submission. Nahh, she'd probably just blast me with those damn hearts again." With that Gogyou Tenjin, more correctly known as Mordaki Namar, Primarch of Form and Nature, second born of the Ulterran, cuddled closer to his lover/enemy and whispered apologies to her in a language older than her world.

******** It was near to midnight when Konjou and Makoto returned, the house was silent and cool, only a single lantern in the front room granted them any light. A strange look passed over Konjou's face as he led her into the dining room.

"Well that answers that question." He said as he opened every window he could find.

"What question?" She replied.

"Cant' you smell the scent of what Tenjin and Mina were doing?" He asked, seemingly surprised at her lack of notice.

"Not really," she said, and giggled at his scrunched up face.

"Trust me I can, and its pretty heavy. Man I hope they kept it in his rooms, the last thing I want is to find out they were getting nasty on the dinner table or something hentai like that."

Makoto jumped away from the table she had previously been leaning on so fast one would have thought it had burned her. She began to blush and stammer at the amused questioning glance Konjou gave her. "They wouldn't would they?" Makoto nearly yelled in shock.

"I wouldn't put anything past Tenjin. Trust me that boy is more inventive along those lines than you could imagine in a million years." Konjou seemed to think there was something funny about his own statement, and his smile was infectious.

Makoto was soon giggling along with him and she playfully slapped his arm when he pulled her close for a kiss. All movement stopped however when Tenjin stumbled into the kitchen clad only in a towel hanging loosely off his hips, modestly only barely observed. His back was covered in deep scratch marks, his eyes were glazed and the odour of recent sex wafted strongly off of him.

He stumbled to the sink and turned on the water. Instead of getting a glass he angled his head under the spray and took several long gulps. For a few moments the only motion was that of his Adam's apple, the only sound that of his swallowing. He shut the water off and stepped away from the sink. Only then did he appear to notice the couple in the room with him.

"Meethay kudera esk Neko?" he said. Konjou looked startled at the gibberish he spoke and a look of consternation crossed his face.

"Theruass deeanunn tor. Dahau mindrak eyeara Kalranin Mori." He replied

Tenjin seemed to weigh whatever Konjou had told him and after a moment of consideration responded. "Kalrania Makoto tudoral kithrin jass Senshi. Yandri Mordred e Lor."

By this point Makoto was feeling left out, besides she was almost certain Tenjin had said her name in that last exchange. Makoto was often known for her bluntness within her group of friends and took the initiative to speak.

"Either of you care to let me into this conversation, or should I just go knit or something." Her voice wasn't much warmer than an Antarctic wind. Tenjin bowed low, at her interruption, almost losing his towel in the process, and walked out of the room. Konjou looked at her shamefacedly and moved his mouth closer to hers.

"Uh uh, no way buster, no kisses for you until you tell me what's going on."

"You'd really probably be much happier not knowing."

"Tell me." She growled.

"Ok ok, sheesh, he said there was something seriously wrong that I needed to know and it was about some friends of ours." He lied blithely.

"Oh, and what about him saying my name, humm? Where does that fit in with your little story?"

"Oh, he was just saying that he'll talk to me more after you head off to sleep."

"Try not to be insulted, but I don't think he would have bothered speaking in, well whatever language you were speaking for that. I think I'll just go ask Tenjin what he said."

"I really wouldn't do that if I were you Mako-chan. You go walking into his room your gonna get a shock." Of course she was already gone by the time he finished so the majority of his warning was lost to her.

Makoto marched through the apartment, following the smell more than anything. She pulled open the door without knocking and stopped dead in her tracks. Tenjin was lying flat on his back, while Mina sat astride his hips. They were moving together in a slow rhythm her back arched presenting her breasts toward him like an offering, and offering his hands seemed quite glad to accept. Mina's squeals of delight punctuated the scene. The lovers hadn't even noticed her entrance. A hand pulled the stunned Makoto away from the door and pulled it closed.

"I did try to warn you." Konjou said tactlessly. "But no, you just had to rush off to interrogate him didn't you."

"But.but.he was just in the kitchen, how could they have gotten that involved that quickly." She gasped confused at the intensity of what she had just seen.

"She was probably waiting for him when he got back, and you know quite well how fast things can move along once they get started. They started hours ago."

******** Konjou herded Makoto away from Tenjin's door, but several things were troubling her. As soon as the door closed she had been unable to hear the loud noises coming from the room. She knew the place had good soundproofing, but that was ridiculous. Mina had been close to screaming, Mamoru should be able to hear them in his apartment for Kami sake, yet there she was less that ten feet away and they might as well have been sleeping for all she could hear. Second was the odd language they were speaking to one another. She couldn't remember just where she had heard it, but she knew those words sounded familiar. And last, there was something different about Tenjin, something had looked off, well besides the claw marks and bite marks and light hickey on his chest. As she dwelt on her last thoughts Makoto shuddered, there were some things she was better off not knowing, and just how wild Mina was in bed ranked very high on that list.

She turned and saw Konjou had once again disappeared into the front room. She followed after him wondering what was wrong. She totally didn't believe whatever the boys had talked about was as benign as he had tried to convince her of, but couldn't for the life of her imagine what could be said with so few words that could change Konjou's mood like that.

Makoto silently walked up behind him and put her arms around his waist, pulling him close. For a moment she was taken back to her childhood, when there were people in her life that loved her because she was Kino Makoto, and required no other reason. She knew the other Senshi cared about her, but it wasn't the same. Usagi loved everyone, even people that didn't deserve it. The rest of the Senshi loved her like a sister, but what she needed was someone to love her like a Makoto.

That was the real reason she looked so hard for love. Only Mamoru among the Senshi crowd had any idea what her life was like, and really he was better off. He couldn't remember his family at all. He didn't know what he had lost. She hated herself for feeling the way she did, but there was little she could do about it. Or there had been little she could do about it, she thought.

Konjou seemed the answer to all her prayers. He was tall, strong, and handsome to the point of pain. He was sweet, kind, and a little unsure of himself around her. He could defend himself from almost any normal danger, and had no problems helping out those less fortunate than himself. If he would just get off his butt and tell her he loved her she could get on with the happily ever after.

Oh she wanted him all right, in every sense of the word. She wanted to hold him in her arms and be held in his. She wanted to wake up beside him and have his face be the first thing she saw. She wanted to make love to him so badly it hurt at times. But she couldn't do it yet, not until she knew he felt the same way. Oh when it came right down to it she would take him any way she could get him. She was now facing a clock, and it was running down on her. She would become intimate with him before she faced those slime ball Primarchs, but she so badly wanted to hear him say 'I love you, Makoto' before they took that step. Without love sex would be a cheap, pale, sickly thing, compared to the glory and beauty of truly making love. Mina was a great example. She looked so happy now. Makoto knew her friend felt the same as her. She just wished she knew how Mina got Tenjin to confess the love he obviously held for her so quickly.

Makoto unknowingly began to rub Konjou's shoulders as she dwelt on the difficulties of pining down a boy's affections long enough to get a confession. Konjou on the other hand simply enjoyed hedonistically the feeling of her hands rubbing him. Makoto was so lost in thought that her hands began their own little tour of Konjou's body, completely failing to inform her mind of their travel plans. They slid down his chest as she remembered the things he had done to her yesterday. They softly dragged her nails across his abs as she recalled the magic his fingers had worked on her. Makoto became aware of a low rumbling in her ear. She wasn't quite sure how her head had ended up with her chin on his shoulder, but it was comfortable. Even the sound of him purring into her ear was pleasant.

"Mako-chan," he said, turning around to gather her into his embrace. "I seriously recommend you don't start anything tonight that you aren't willing to finish." His eyes were both pleading and dangerous. "You are too beautiful for me to resist if you encourage me. So please make very very sure you're ready before you go any further."

Makoto knew by the look in his eyes that he was serious. He called her beautiful, he wanted to protect her, even from himself. It was so close to what she needed, but it still wasn't enough. She gave him a light hug and stepped back.

"I need to get home Konjou, it's really late." She said with a small sigh. "I thought I'd have Mina walk home with me, but that's out of the question now." She said scrunching her face up cutely at the memory of what she had just seen.

"You don't have to go Mako-chan." He said softly. "You can stay here for the night."

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea Konjou. I'm just not ready for that," she said nodding her head at the hallway toward Tenjin's room.

"No pressure. We stay in different rooms. The Kami know we have enough guest rooms here." He muttered half to himself.

"Are you sure it won't be a problem?" she asked.

"Positive."

Makoto didn't want to walk home, not even with company. She was still quite stirred up physically from Konjou's nearness and what she had witnessed between Mina and Tenjin. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea by sleeping here, but he had offered her a guest room. It took Makoto less than ten seconds to come to a decision.

"Ok, just show me where the room is."

Konjou led Makoto down the southern hallway, she noticed the décor of this section of the house was different from Tenjin's eastern section or the Northern area where the dojo was.

"This must be your section of the apartment." She spoke in passing.

"Yea, Tenjin likes Bright metallic colours, I've always been more partial to cooler colours, blues and greens mostly, though I'll agree with him that silver is nice." His grin carried some strange hidden meaning.

"So you like green huh?" she said with a grin. "That's my favourite too."

He stopped at the second door and directed her inside. The room was sparsely decorated, only a western style bed and a night stand actually, but the colours were green pastels, from the pale green walls to the cyan carpeting. Even the bedspread was green, a deep emerald colour.

"It's beautiful." She whispered in awe. The thick carpeting made it feel as if she walked on a cloud. The odd scrollwork on the trim around the room made her feel somehow secure, protected. The effect was perfect.

"Well you did say green was your favourite." He began. "There were only two other options, the silver room and the white room."

"I thought you said you liked blues and greens, why don't you have a blue room?"

"I'm sleeping in it, if you really want to stay there instead." he added with a grin.

Makoto laughed nervously, images of a room like this one, done instead in blue filled her head. In the image she straddled his hips like she had seen Mina doing to Tenjin. His body curled to meet her, his mouth sucking on her." she desperately tore herself out of the fantasy. Her breathing already heavy, her heart rate elevated.

"Do you have anything to sleep in Mako-chan?"

"I'll just sleep in my uniform, it won't be the first time."

"Oh I can't have that. Stay here." He commanded mildly and exited the room. A few seconds later he returned with a green silky bundle in his arms. "Here ya go, it might be a little big on you, but it's soft and clean." He said passing the bundle into her hands.

Makoto took the offered pyjamas and smiled. "There yours I take it?" she said.

"Yep, Oh come on Mako-chan, you know you want to get into my pants."

Makoto almost dropped the bundle in shock. She blushed madly and made shooing motions with her hands.

"You need to leave so I can change." She said, her face burning.

"Aww, do I have to?" He whined.

"Yes."

"Ok, but I want it on the record I left you under protest."

"Noted, now scram."

Konjou cast an obviously fake hurt look over his shoulder at her as he left. Makoto quickly stripped out of her fuku, and slipped into the borrowed night clothes. The feel of the silk rubbing over her bare breasts elevated her already somewhat aroused state. Her nipples contracted painfully at the false caress and Makoto sighed. The pants were secured as best as possible, but even with the string pulled as tight as possible they still hung slightly low on her hips. The large top covered her more than adequately. It hung well past her waist to end at mid thigh. She knew that Konjou was taller than her, but he wasn't that tall. Or anywhere near that broad. She wondered why his pyjamas were so big.

******** Makoto looked again at the candle in the room. It was hard to tell because of how slowly it burned, but it seemed quite some time had passed. She couldn't sleep. He mind simply wouldn't still. It kept replaying the scene from Tenjin's bedroom, and its effect on her was disturbing. She was hot yet shivering. Her arousal was near to as bad as it had been when she lost control yesterday, and she was entirely too close to where Konjou was undoubtedly peacefully sleeping. For an instant she imagined stealthily creeping into his room and having her way with him. She reigned in her overactive imagination for the thousandth time tonight.

Makoto decided a cool glass of water was in order. Maybe it would put out the fire in her body. She got out of bed and quietly opened the door to her room, the hallway was nearly pitch black, but she could still see a small glow from up ahead in the direction of the front room. Makoto followed the light, and with a grin of triumph entered the kitchen. Once she was done Makoto returned down the hallway towards her room. The open door allowed the candlelight to leak into the hallway, making locating it simple.

Makoto paused before her door. She wanted to see him. It was foolish, there was no reason to do it. He was asleep, he couldn't talk to her, and he wouldn't even know she was there. That thought decided it. Before she even realised she was moving, Makoto silently stepped down the hall. She paused at the first door she came to, quietly she inched it open and peaked inside, No candle burned in the room, there was even no smell of one that had been extinguished, deciding that this was not his room she inched the door closed. The next door she came to proved to be a bathroom. She again carefully tread down the hall to the doors at either side of the end of it. Choosing the door on the same side as her bedroom she carefully, quietly slid the door open a crack. A shaft of light illuminated her face, and she suppressed a whoop of victory. Ever so carefully she inched the door open wide enough to allow her to pass through.

She slid sideways through the door, the tips of her breasts just brushing the frame. The feeling of the silk top rubbing against her from it made her bite back a gasp. She completed her entry and glanced quickly around. Konjou lay face up sprawled over the bed. His eyes were closed and his breathing deep and even. He looked totally relaxed, peaceful and still. His face wore and expression of contentment that made her want to ruffle his hair. Slowly, not quite believing what she was doing Makoto moved over to him. He looks so cute when he's sleeping, she thought.

She leaned over, and lightly brushed his hair with her fingers. His hair was unbelievably silky. She looked again at his sleeping face, and though it was an insane risk, she bent over to lightly brush his lips with hers. She was caught totally unaware when his arms wrapped around her and pulled her into an amazingly deep kiss.

Makoto squeaked in surprise when he pulled her onto the bed to straddle him. His hands continued their thorough exploration, the feeling of him rubbing her through the silk of her night clothes was maddingly arousing. She whimpered at the contact and tried to bring herself back under control. His hands slipped beneath her top to cup her breasts. Makoto moaned and threw her head back and forth, trying to shake off her arousal.

"Stop, Konjou please stop." She begged in a tiny voice. His hands instantly halted their motions, still cupping her breasts. Makoto swallowed a cry of pleasure at the continued contact. She found it difficult to breathe, let alone gather her thoughts to speak. His eyes bored into hers, their quiet strength lending her the control she needed to explain herself.

"I'm sorry for coming into your room, I didn't mean to wake you. I just, I just needed to see you again."

"I was already awake Mako-chan."

"I know I shouldn't hav. You were awake the whole time?"

"I've been awake all night, ever since I left your room. I've been laying here awake, thinking of you. Then like a beautiful vision out of a dream, you came in. At first I though you had the wrong room. Then you came over to me. It took every bit of my willpower not to sigh when you touched me. I just couldn't resist it when you kissed me."

Makoto could feel his length pressing into her, her body already reacting to the feel of it. He still hadn't moved, nor had he released her breasts. There was no way to hide her reaction to him like this. He could easily feel the tightening of her nipples, and she knew beyond any doubt the thin silk of her borrowed pants would display other evidence as soon as she stood. His eyes burned with the light of his desire, yet despite everything he still held back at her request. Makoto knew why she had come to his room now.

"I can't make love to you like you want, Konjou. Not yet anyway. No matter how my body reacts my heart isn't ready. But, I'm not here to tease you. I want to help you. I know what stopping yesterday had to do to you, and I think you deserve a reward for it." Konjou's eyes widened at her words, they almost seemed to glow in anticipation. "I want you to promise not to touch me without my permission."

"You have my word, I will not touch you without your permission." His voice was low and dangerously seductive. Makoto shivered at the sound of it.

"Sit up." Makoto commanded. Konjou complied, and the azure silk sheet pooled at his hips. Makoto moved in behind him, wrapping her legs around his hips and carefully separating his legs with hers. Her arms wound their way around his hard muscular chest, and stroked their way down to his abs. His abs jumped with the contact, and his hiss of indrawn breath brought a smile of accomplishment to her face. One hand began to rub up and down his chest and stomach while the other continued its trek downwards.

Konjou growled deep in his throat, when her hand encircled him. The air resonated with the sound causing an answering vibration deep within her. Slowly, softly she began to stroke his length. She marvelled at his size. He was well above average, not that she had seen many. While she continued the steady rhythm of stroking him, her other hand moved down to cup his scrotum. She gently rolled his testicles in her hand in time with her strokes.

He whimpered at the feeling and began to move his hips in response. His whimpers took on a desperate note when she stopped her caresses.

"Don't move. This is my show." He nodded his assent violently and made little sounds of relief when she again started her actions.

After a few minutes Makoto began to feel hot herself. Ignoring his sounds of protest she removed her hand from his genitals and unbuttoned her top. Using only one hand it was difficult to remove it, but she managed to do so finally, without even breaking the steady rhythm she maintained on him. She sighed with pleasure at the contact of her bare breasts o his back, and lightly rubbed her nipples against him to heighten both of their arousals.

Konjou's hands fiercely knotted the sheets beneath him, he had earlier taken to partially sitting on them to keep from breaking her rules and losing her touch. He began to sweat at the tension within him. Her caresses had him built to a fever pitch yet she was moving too slow to actually bring him to release.

She smiled at the growling sounds that came from his throat. She knew what she was doing, there was no way he would reach orgasm until she let him, and she wanted him mad with desire, desperate to the point of begging first. It was slightly cruel while it happened, but the feeling when she finally did grant him release would more than make up for it.

Deciding it was time to up the intensity a bit Makoto slid around in front of him and sat between his parted legs, her legs opened as wide as his, crossing his at the knees. Her ample breasts swayed in time with her hand movements, drawing his eyes like magnets. Again releasing his genitals she took his hand in hers and led it to her body. She teasingly stroked her nipples with his hand, then ever so slowly lowered it. She watched his eyes as she moved his hand inside her pyjama bottoms and under her panties. When his fingers brushed her already slick petals her rush of indrawn breath brought an echoing response in him. She withdrew her hand, allowing his to remain, and returned her full attention to him.

He took the proffered hint and began to return her ministrations. Her already well lubricated state made it simple to slide a finger deep into her. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his finger at the intrusion and pulled it deeper within her. Konjou groaned at the response, his manhood throbbing in sympathy. Makoto looked pointedly at his other hand, letting him know without words what she wanted. He quickly brought his other hand into play by reaching up to gently strum her hardened nipples. Makoto groaned at the sensation, and redoubled her efforts on him.

Konjou grinned evilly and rotated his thumb over the moistened nub at the apex of her thighs. Makoto screamed in pleasure and her grip became almost painful. He growled in response and just managed to stop himself from rolling her underneath him. Her actions picked up speed, his breathing became short and strained.

Makoto began to roll her hips with the thrusts of his fingers, her off hand abandoned his testicles to rub lightly over the head of his manhood. Konjou gave out a loud purr. He swelled in width and she could feel the muscles in it contract in anticipation of his release. His eyes clenched tightly shut. Her head began to swim from the sensation of his fingers sawing in and out of her. His hands moved at a blur, she could no longer feel his individual movements, only a long electric friction. Her breath was so short she was near to hyperventilation. Her heart pounded in her ears, she could feel her pulse in her fingers her heart beat so hard. With a cry she was sure would disturb Mina despite the soundproofing Makoto gave herself over to her orgasm, her convulsive hand movements tore the last shred of control from Konjou, spraying his essence across her hands and his sheets. Makoto looked up, tears of love and gratitude blurring her vision to lock with his glowing metallic cobalt eyes.

"Kalrah." He whispered fiercely, and Makoto saw only darkness.

Seconds after Makoto succumbed to the sleep spell Konjou had cast on her, Mori appeared in the room his aura blazing around him like a small star. His Platinum eyes scanned the room for any possible threat, and noted Makoto's unconscious state. The aura winked out as soon as he had assured himself of there being no threat and his angry gaze fell on Konjou.

"You idiot! Why in the hell did you use magic in front of her!" Mori snarled in irritation.

"Like it matters, according to you she's a Senshi anyway." Neko responded. His features melted into those the Senshi would recognise as Niccolai's.

"Oh that's bright, hey you don't know it but I'm actually one of your enemies Mako-chan. Small world isn't it, I mean what are the chances that the guy you're screwing would turn out to be a primal force of the universe.. Tee hee isn't that silly" Mori finished in an irritating falsetto.

"Oh that's mature Mori, and just what in the hell did you mean you think she's a Senshi, how in the hell would you know that. We promised each other not to penetrate their glamour. Answer me that huh?"

Mori stalked over to Makoto, ignoring Neko's protective glare, pulled her hair off her forehead. Burning brightly on her there was a stylized green symbol, quite reminiscent of the number four.

"Enkall Serru!" Neko swore in aggravation.

"I know the feeling." Mori said. A chair carved of amber materialized beneath him as he sat down. "You have no idea how shocking it was to see Mina's Venus symbol, though she defiantly fits my description of a goddess of love and beauty. It's really too bad that she's actually only a mortal. No matter what their titles are they are all mortal except the little Lunari line one."

"Yea, it's amazing that any of them survived this long. There has to have been what thirty or forty generations since we went to sleep, right? Shouldn't their line have gone totally mortal by now?"

"I've got a theory on that, but I'd have to find whatever of Earryn's line is left to prove it."

"You think it's the crystals too then? Good, if it was just me I'd have doubted it." Neko said, gently stroking Makoto's hair as she slept.

"You do realize who the other Senshi have to be right?" Mori said shaking his head sadly.

"Yea, that means I can't fantasize about the little blue one any more. Mako-chan would kill me for plotting to seduce one of her friends. Just who do you think is who?"

"Well, the Lunari isn't tough to figure out. Usagi depends too much on the glamour, and with it mostly broken by this," he said pointing at the fading symbol on Makoto's head. "She becomes totally exposed. That of course makes Mamoru that little snot Endymion. Remind me to smack the shit out of the Earryn that gave him the crystal." Mori added thoughtfully.

"You want to smack him for that, bite me, he's mine. I'm the one that got blasted with the thing."

"Oh like it matters, you got over it."

"I got over it?" Neko yelled. "I got over it? Do you have any idea how much that hurt? No you don't, why? Oh that's right you're immune to natural forces and nature magic, damn that's right. So until you have Mordred unleash one of his 'specials' on you, don't give me any shit about 'you got over it'."

"You about done?"

"Yea. So back to the who's who of the Senshi. Usa is Moon, Mina is Venus, Mako-chan is Jupiter, that makes it pretty obvious that Ami is my little water sprite. Damn, Mako would really beat my ass for it, but I'd still like to do Bad Things to Ami. Ok that leaves Rei as Mars." Neko looked at Mori and smiled. "Kinda makes you want to get her more doesn't it."

"Yea, makes me want to start a Senshi scrap book, put little stars by the ones I've seduced." An evil grin crossed Mori's face as he added. "Hey Makoto is still here, I can get that star right now."

"Try it and we'll find out if the planet survives your ass beating."

"I was joking, I don't want all the Senshi, sure I had a few fantasies about Mars, levitation spells and a few days of free time, but I got over it."

"Yea, hey that means the little girl, Hotaru is probably Saturn. Man that's funny as hell. Those guys should be down on their knees thanking me for saving them from her. If they would've pushed her to doing something the whole damn school would have been in trouble."

"She probably would have let the rape her rather than expose herself as a Senshi, or destroying the school."

"True, ok that's it, I'm going back and finishing off the survivors, that just pisses me off more. The poor girl could have wiped the floor with all of them and couldn't because it would have hurt others. That so pisses me off."

"That also means that I obviously didn't beat on Haruka hard enough. She has to be one of the two that tried to kill me right after I woke up. Probably the blue skirted one, what was her name."

"Uranus, which makes Michiru Neptune. Kinda obvious since their lovers. But who the hell is Pluto, I mean seriously there's no one else."

"Your forgetting Hotaru's other guardian, the guidance councillor Meiou-san, remember she was here today watching the match."

"Yea that's right, damn that's a tight little group. What do we do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure that's a good idea."

"Neko, in just under a month they're going to try their hardest to kill us, I say we enjoy their company while we can, because once they figure out who we are, all bets on staying friends with them are gone."

"So we never tell them."

"Get real, were good, but eventually they're gonna figure it out. I think Ami probably already suspects something. She was looking at us weird today."

"Maybe she just thinks were attractive."

"It was more of an 'I'd like to take you apart and test a theory' look. If she wants to do that with people she attracted to I'll be happy I ended up with Venus."

"Ouch, good point. Still, damn at least with a Senshi I wouldn't have to hold back so much. I really hate having to be that careful, it takes a lot of the enjoyment out of sex when you have to keep reminding yourself not to accidentally tear your lover apart."

"You have a Senshi, her name is Makoto."

"Yea, but I can still fantasize about, and it still feels weird to think of her as Ami, Mercury."

"I think you should assume a completely human form Neko. Those cat urges are gonna be the death of you."

"What a way to go."

Neko looked at Makoto again, his hand stilled in her hair. He smiled at her and pulled the sheet up, tucking it under her chin like one would a child.

"What are we gonna do about the challenge Mori." Neko asked. "There's just no way I can hurt my friends."

"We take them down soft, and do our utmost not to injure them in the process."

"You do realize how hard its gonna be to take down someone like Saturn or Moon without hurting them right?"

"Probably about as tough as taking Venus is gonna be for me."

"I could always take Venus in the fight."

"Try it and we won't have to worry about saving the world." Mori said with deadly seriousness.

"It was just a thought."

"Well don't think it. Damn this sucks. I'm half tempted to reveal myself to her and throw myself on her mercy."

"Umm no, bad idea Nature Boy. She'd rip off vital little pieces of you then toss your butt out of her life. What we need is a plan. Something to let us get our job here done, and still not piss the girls off too bad."

"You get any bright ideas on that you let me know, ok?"

"Yea yea, damn I come up with a great plan and you get pissy on the details."

"As amusing as this conversation has been, we have something to do." Mori said suddenly serious.

"I know, I was just trying to put it off as long as possible." Neko replied. "Let's get this over with."

Mori held up his right hand and began to speak again, this time in his native language. "Mordred, zarafel wandei kon."

Neko matched his movement and his voice joined in the chant. "Lor, zarafel wandei ker."

They each brought up their off hand and continued in unison. "Jander, zarafel besitr'l kenar."

Three glowing dots appeared in the air, and rapidly widened into disks of light half a meter in diameter. A face quickly came into focus in each. For the next several hours the five Primarchs conferred, their voices unknowingly intruding on the dreams of the young woman sleeping in the room. Her dreams grew dark and troubled.

******** Mina woke up to the sensation of fingers running through her hair. Their gentle caress combined with an errant shaft of sunlight creeping through the blinds in the room to stir her from her dreams. She snuggled deeper into the large source of warmth at her side, and rejected the morning. It was then she realised that she wasn't at home enjoying the tail end of a very pleasant dream.

Mina's eyes darted open and quickly scanned the room. It clearly wasn't hers. Though her room was also done a golden motif, this room obviously belonged to a male. That reminder brought her back to full awareness, including her memories of last night. Mina turned her head and met the gaze of her lover. The word lover sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She had done it. Tenjin was hers. Her mind wandered back to the previous evening and she shivered again, oh yes he was most definitely hers.

She allowed her gaze to travel completely over him, it was easy given that he lay above the sheet and was still gloriously naked. She frowned slightly. She was certain he would have had several very large hickeys on obvious places. She had made certain to pay him back in triplicate for the one he gave her, but his skin was completely unmarked. She laid her hand on his side and returned his gentle caresses.

"Hi." She said, her voice still husky from sleep.

"Hello yourself beautiful." He said and leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips. "I love looking at you while you sleep." He said simply.

"Have you been awake long." She inquired.

"Not long enough to get my fill of looking at you." He said as he pulled the sheet down away from her. His eyes swept her from head to toe. She trembled under the caress of his gaze. She could almost feel his eyes roaming over her. "What in the world did I do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?"

"Oh I don't know, let me think about it." She said with a grin

"Ok, you dwell on that, I'll just start breakfast."

"Ohhh," she squealed, "breakfast sounds nice, what are we having?"

"Mina."

"Yes Tenjin?"

"No, Mina, that's what I'm having for breakfast." With that Tenjin drew her into a deep kiss.

********

Makoto started awake. The blinds on the window showed a light behind the, letting her know that the sun had risen on a new day. Konjou lay curled beside her, a look of intense concentration on his face.

"Hey." He said to her when he noticed she was awake.

"Morning," she said. She looked down and noticed she was still nude from last night's activities. She blushed lightly and quickly scrambled for the discarded pyjamas.

"Don't bother getting dressed on my account. The view is excellent from where I am." He said as she lay face down on the bed, bent over the edge fishing for her top.

Makoto reddened further and just managed to gather the silk into her hands when she felt Konjou run his palms up the back of her legs to her butt. She jumped at the contact and would have fallen off the bed had it not been for his quick grasp of her hips.

"Can't have you falling, cant we." He said as she managed to turn herself over and sit up. She spotted the bottoms to the pyjamas wadded up half tucked under his pillow. Makoto was highly embarrassed by her actions in the cold light of day. She didn't exactly regret last night's activities, but facing Konjou right now was very uncomfortable.

"Konjou, can you hand me my pants." She said, shyly pointing at the scrap of emerald silk.

"I don't know." He said grinning. "What are they worth to you."

"Konjou." She said warningly.

"I think a kiss is the least I deserve for going through such monumental effort to bring you your clothing." He said reaching back to collect them.

Makoto held still waiting for him to act, she wouldn't lie to him or herself by denying that she wanted it as much as he did, but she felt strange. Konjou drew her into a deep kiss, his hands instantly finding and caressing her breasts. Makoto gave a whimper of protest as her desire warred with her reason. Reason won.

"Konjou, no." He pulled back and gave her a long suffering expression.

"I'm beginning to think that's your favourite word." He muttered. "There's something wrong isn't there?" He asked. His expression was one that said evasions would not be tolerated.

She took her time, dressing in the borrowed pyjamas before answering. "I just have some issues to deal with. It's. strange waking up in bed with a man. It doesn't matter how intimate we were last night, today I feel weird about it."

"Ok, I can live with that." Konjou stood and walked to a second door in the room. "I'm going to get cleaned up real fast, there's a bathroom just down the hall you can use." With that Konjou left her alone with her thoughts, and the memory of her dreams. Makoto shivered at that. Her dreams had been plagued with odd half understood words in that strange language Konjou and Tenjin had spoken to each other. Even move vivid were dreams of Konjou with glowing cobalt eyes, instead of his actual beautiful golden brown ones. That particular dream would probably haunt her for a long time. She had seen eyes like that once, on a cat monster that had disembowelled Endymion.

Makoto quickly left the room and headed to the guest room, where she had left her own clothing. Remembering the bathroom she had happened upon the night before she quickly stepped into it and began the process of washing the evidence of last night from her.

******** Twenty minutes later a very refreshed Makoto made her way towards the kitchen, intent on fixing breakfast for everyone as a peace offering to Konjou. She wasn't surprised to see him already there, but Mina and Tenjin's presence was startling. Mina sat on Tenjin's lap, dressed only in a large button up shirt obviously belonging to Tenjin, laughing at something one of the boys had said. A traditional Japanese breakfast of miso, rice and tofu laid spread on the table. Mina and Tenjin took turns feeding each other bites between kisses. Makoto felt like an intruder, until Konjou noticed her in the doorway.

"Hey Makoto, did you sleep well?" he asked. His gaze quickly darted to Tenjin and Mina and back to her. Obviously he was letting her decide what to tell them about last night.

"Yea, the green room was gorgeous. Thanks for the loan of the pjs by the way, I left them in the bathroom."

"Ok, ill handle them later. You better grab some breakfast before Tenjin eats it all." He ignored the rude gesture Tenjin negligently flipped him and served Makoto a large portion of everything.

Makoto couldn't understand it. Mina should be exhausted after last night. She should be stiff, sore, even a little moody from all her exertions. At the very least she should have a few marks from it. Makoto knew Usagi took the disguise pen back during the sparing match yesterday, she had seen the exchange. So just how in the hell did Mina recover that fast?

"So Mina, you look cheerful, anything interesting happen to you since we last spoke?" Makoto said with a wide grin. Mina cast a quick glance at Tenjin and blushed brighter than Makoto had ever seen.

"No, no, nothing happened that you would be interested in." She lied horribly. "I mean what could have happened alone in a mostly dark room all night?" she laughed nervously." Makoto just barely managed not to choke on her miso at that statement. Tenjin was not so lucky.

"You gonna be ok Tenjin?" Konjou asked as he pounded him on the back.

"Yea, I'm fine. You know Mina we're gonna have to teach you how to evade questions better. A good way to answer that one would have been something like, no more than you did Makoto." Makoto blushed at his statement. "See. Now she's the one swallowing her tongue instead of me." He spoke happily. Mina smiled a wicked smile and gave Makoto a long careful look. Her thorough examination had Makoto squirming under it.

"What?" Makoto finally snapped, when Mina stood behind her peering over her shoulder.

"Ah hah, I know what you were up to last night, you have a humongous hickey on you that your bra isn't completely hiding!" Mina finished with a little pirouette.

"What?" Makoto shouted. "There can't be." She quickly pulled on her fuku top trying to find the mark Mina spoke of.

"Konjou if you put a hickey on me again I'm going to." She stopped as she realised that there was no hickey.

"Busted." Tenjin said. "Good job Mina, that was truly devious. You make me so proud of you." He gathered her into his arms for a searing kiss.

"This is all your fault." Makoto said to Konjou.

"And just how is it my fault?" Konjou asked confused.

"You knew I didn't have any hickeys and you didn't say anything."

"What could I have said Mako-chan? 'No she doesn't, while we were getting intimate I can guarantee I didn't put my mouth anywhere near her breasts?'"

Makoto moved her mouth soundlessly, struck speechless by his bluntness, and the fact that Mina was now looking at her and Konjou with a completely evil grin.

"Well thank you Konjou." Mina said. "It would have taken me hours to get that kind of admission out of her. Now all I have to do is work on the details."

Breakfast was finally finished and Makoto offered to help clean up. More to stay away from the interrogation she knew would begin as soon as Mina had her alone than out of any need Konjou had of assistance. The chore was completed with disturbing quickness.

"So, where did they go?" Makoto asked Konjou as he came up behind her.

"They went to 'go get cleaned up', which of course was just an excuse to have their hands on each other some more."

"I really hope their taking precautions."

"Precautions?"

"Yea, you know like condoms, or Mina being on birth control pills or both."

"Right, ummm I don't think Tenjin would have thought about that. Maybe you better remind Mina."

"Oh my god I hope she doesn't get pregnant from last night. Her parents would kill her." Not to mention Artemis, Luna and the rest of the Senshi. Makoto thought.

"I seriously doubt it will become an issue, but even if it did Tenjin would literally move the heavens and earth for her. She'd be just fine, and trust me, if you think I reacted badly to those little bastards yesterday, anyone trying to hurt Mina in any way at all will spend the rest of their life screaming."

"I wasn't being literal about them killing her Konjou. Its just they would be very disappointed. They want the best for her, and getting pregnant at sixteen would ruin a lot of her plans for the future." Not to mention it would throw Setsuna into a tizzy. She didn't say anything about the rest of us having any kids in the future.

******** "This is so beautiful, thank you Tenjin!" Mina's voice could be heard coming down the hallway. Mina walked into the room in a truly gorgeous gold sundress, and wearing a new diamond and topaz bracelet. Oddly her hair ribbon was still missing, and in its place was a thin leather string that had probably at one time served as a shoelace. She looked stunning, and Makoto felt oddly jealous. Makoto still wore her school fuku from yesterday.

"Well I'd intended to give it to you before our date yesterday, but I kinda got sidetracked. A young lady as beautiful as you deserves to be seen, and in that everyone will see you." His mouth quirked slightly at the end of his statement.

"When did you get this, and just how did you know my size? It fits so well it's like it was custom made." She exclaimed.

"You'd be amazed at what I can get done when I set my mind to it koishii." He whispered just loud enough to be heard. "There's one more present for you by the door. It goes with the rest of it." Makoto was moved by the sweetness of the scene, when Konjou drew her into his embrace she could hardly keep from crying.

"She looks so happy. I've never seen her that happy before." Makoto said looking at Mina as she literally hugged Tenjin until he turned purple. "I don't know much about his past, but for making Mina that happy I could forgive him for almost anything."

"I hope that never comes to the test Mako-chan." Konjou added. "You girls are heading out aren't you?"

"Yes, Mina needs to get back home, and the girls will storm your apartment soon if we don't contact them."

"Do you want me to walk you home? I'd be happy to accompany you."

"No, I have to walk Mina home first, and her parents would flip if they saw any boys. She probably told them she was spending the night at the Jinja."

"Ok, well come on I'll walk you out." He said. At the door they were again greeted by the sight of Mina and Tenjin deep in each others embrace. Mina held her school shoes in one hand and on her feet were a beautiful pair of platinum coloured sandals, with cute little golden hearts in a line across the straps. It was the perfect compliment to the dress, though for some reason the combination of gold and platinum coloured clothing reminded her of something.

Konjou pulled Makoto to him gently and kissed her. The gesture was sweet, and once again threatened to bring tears to her eyes.

"Thank you for such a wonderful time, Konjou."

The girls left them standing at the front door and began their long trek down the stairs. Their voices easily carried back to them as they stopped at the next landing.

"Oh my god Makoto he's perfect." Mina said to Makoto once they believed they were out of earshot of the boys.

"So I take it your date went well?"

"Oh it more than went well, it was just perfect." She said, her eyes starry with remembrance. "He's the perfect boy I've always dreamed of."

At the doorway to their apartment, Tenjin swelled with pride at her assessment. Then her voice continued.

"He is so kind," A picture appeared in his head of the destruction of the Taryn, his wholesale slaughter of an entire race, all because their leaders had chosen to make war on one of his favoured peoples. The entire race had died in a single day, innocent and guilty alike. He had made his statement to the rest of the sentients, but the cost had been horrific.

"And caring," she continued. Again an image arose of him standing with the other Primarchs, discussing the survival of another world. One of Jander's plagues had ravaged it unchecked, the magics of the Ulterran were no use against the powers of the Primarchs. Neko had complained that there had to have been some other way to end the imbalance of forces, but his own voice overrode the objection. "For every life there is an end, even ours. It is our job to keep things in balance, not to question why. Jander's methods may seem over the top to you, but he simply did what had to be done. Keep your personal feelings out of it Neko."

"And I just know he'd never hurt me." The memory of drawing her spirit into his Invulnerability Field and placing an Agony Binding on her struck him.

"I think I'm falling in love with him. Real love, not the schoolgirl crushes I've had before. I can easily imagine spending the rest of my life with him." Mori felt sick. He looked at Neko with a bleak expression.

"I am such a fraud." He whispered fiercely. "No matter what else happens I'm going to find some way to make all this up to her when we're done. I swear that to Dallak." Mori shifted to his primary form, and teleported away.

Neko sighed, this is what happens from adopting a truly human form. Their emotions become nearly impossible to control, he thought sadly. Mori needed some time to himself, he looked like he was ready to do something drastic.

******** "So why are we going to Mamoru's apartment?" Makoto asked.

"We need to get Usagi home before her dad figures out where she spent the night. Remember an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." Makoto was so stunned that Mina had managed to get the idiom correct that she tripped and fell. "Are you ok Mako-chan?" she asked.

"Hai, hai, Wow Mina, you said that correctly."

"I did, wow isn't that funny." She said and knocked on the door to Mamoru's apartment.

"Speaking of prevention, what are you doing about birth control Mina."

"Nothing." Makoto began to sputter in amazement.

"Isn't that kind of risky?"

"No, we've been to Crystal Tokyo, we know the future. I didn't have any children or I know I would have sent them back to the past with Chibi- Usa. There's just no way I would have left my children in a war zone. That means I don't have any and there isn't any reason to worry about it." She finished. Her logic was undeniable, and reminded Makoto more of the way she acted as Sailor Venus. Makoto shook her head in wonder at the strange behaviour of her friend. "Besides," Mina added. "If I do somehow manage to get pregnant despite everything, I know Tenjin will stay with me. He's perfect Mako-chan."

Makoto had barely absorbed this final statement when Usagi finally answered the door. She was dressed only in one of Mamoru's button up shirts, much as Mina had been earlier. She looked positively cheerful, a glow seemed to surround her and she swept her friends into a powerful hug.

"Hi minna, how are you this morning!" she nearly sang with happiness.

"Obviously not as happy as you," Makoto said as she took in the scene of her exuberant friend.

"Speak for yourself Mako-chan." Mina said, and exchanged a look with Usagi that was far from the innocent expressions they normally wore. Usagi and Mina grinned at each other for several seconds then broke into squeals and laughter.

"Oh Mina I am so glad I'm not the only one this deliriously happy today." Usagi said once again drawing the other two girls into a hug. "I need to change really quick, then we can head home to check in. How about we go to the mall after that ok?" Usagi managed to say all in one breath. Makoto heard a groan from deeper in the apartment, obviously Mamoru was far from as energetic as Usagi was. Makoto privately wondered what she did to him to make him sound like that. After a few seconds she stopped thinking about it. There were things better left unknown.

Usagi disappeared for a few minutes and returned in pink shorts and a pink halter top with her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. "Bye Mamo- chan!" She called as she led her friends out the door and down the stairs. When the girls had finally stepped outside into the bright Sunday morning Mina began regaling Usagi with tales of Makoto's embarrassment.

"Oh that was just mean Mina-chan, how could you." Usagi accused with a giggle.

"She deserved it for walking in on me last night." Mina said. Makoto stopped dead in her tracks and paled.

"You saw that?" Makoto whispered.

"How could I have not seen it, I mean you brought Konjou into the room when I was naked, and you think I wouldn't have noticed? I may be a little spacey at times Mako-chan but I'm not stupid."

"I am so sorry Mina. Tenjin said something weird to Konjou and I just wanted to ask him what it was. Honestly I thought you were asleep or something. You know I wouldn't have gone in there if I knew you we. well you know." Makoto explained, her voice getting quieter the further along she went.

"It's ok Mako-chan. Konjou was too busy looking at your face to see me. But you have to admit it wasn't very nice." She explained.

"Usagi?" Mina asked a few minutes later.

"Yea Mina?"

"Can I ask you a personal question, and believe me it doesn't get much more personal than this one."

"Ummm you can ask, but if it's too bad I won't answer it."

"Ok, thanks. Did it hurt the first time you had sex. I mean I know that they told us in sex ed class that the first time for a girl was kind of painful, but did it hurt you really bad?" Usagi thought about the question for a few moments and sighed.

"If you ever tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, I'll deny it, and then have you beheaded as soon as I become queen, understood?"

"Hai." Mina said

"Hai." Makoto agreed.

"I love Mamo-chan with all my heart, but the first time we made love he was a little too eager. He had been waiting for me for a long time, and he couldn't wait until I was ready, so when he started I was still a little, well, dry. It hurt a lot, but eventually things got better. I didn't finish that time, but he made it up to me later." Usagi finished somewhat embarrassed by the discussion.

"Umm, that's not exactly what I meant Usagi-chan. What I meant was, in sex ed class they said we have a barrier in there, and its supposed to hurt when the boy breaks it."

"Oh, that. Not all girls have one, girls that are really active break theirs on accident a lot, according to Mamo-chan anyway. He said I probably broke mine in a fight with a youma. I mean if a gymnast can tear hers stretching then getting tossed into a wall by a big ugly monster would probably do it just as fast. Why, did it hurt when Tenjin started it?"

"Well it hurt, but not because he broke anything. I guess being a Senshi tore mine too. I wanted Tenjin to do it though. It hurt because he had to kinda work it in. It wouldn't all fit in at first." Mina replied.

Usagi nodded sagely, while Makoto did her best to become invisible to the other girls. It wasn't that she was ashamed by her lack of experience with the actual final act of sex, it was that there were just things she didn't feel she needed to know. And to her, the intimate details of Usagi and Mina's sex lives were definitely on that list. After another couple of minutes of tuning them out as they walked, Usagi got her attention with a question she totally didn't expect.

"So Mako-chan, how was Konjou. I mean from what Mina said you pretty much admitted to sleeping with him." Usagi's innocent expression didn't hide the steely look in her eyes. There was no way Makoto would escape without telling her princess everything.

******** Its orders were simple. Arrive at the target destination, locate any and all threats to its masters' imminent arrival, and destroy said threat or die trying. In the event of its death the masters could send other scouts to further assess the opposition's capabilities. The creature stood close to four metres in height and massed well over a ton. Its slime coated green skin and vaguely reptilian features made its purpose obvious to anyone who saw it. And as usual in Juuban when a monster appeared the reaction was instantaneous.

The screaming and running civilians drew members of two distinct groups of defenders. One was a pretty teenage girl with short blue hair in a very short fuku. The other was an unimaginably powerful creature as old as time itself. His stygian hair and cobalt eyes marked him as surly as the silver aura of light that surrounded him.

"Girls," Ami whispered over her communicator. "We have a serious problem, I think the Primarchs just broke the cease fire. I'm A few blocks west of the Jinja and there's a really big nasty looking thing here tearing up everything in sight. Also Neko just showed up, I'm going to need back fast." Without waiting for their replies Ami moved to engage the creature. She never got the chance.

"My my my, It looks like someone summoned a demodand," Neko spoke in a conversational tone. "What are you doing so far from your plane?" he asked the reptilian horror. It growled something incomprehensible and moved quickly towards Neko.

"Oh really, an outrider huh? Gee that means there's gonna be more of you? Oh goodie. Did anyone ever tell you why creatures from the nexus aren't allowed to enter this plane, or have your people forgotten The Great Death?" The creature continued its snarling, and attempted to grasp the floating man in its claws. He negligently dodged its slow attacks all the while holding some sort of discussion with it.

"Well demodand, I can't say its been fun, but it's been informative." And with a casual backhanding motion something flew at the creature. The flying object was very difficult to see, it looked vaguely circular, but was impossibly thin. The creature tried to dodge the, whatever it was, but failed. The disk sliced through the creatures arm. It screamed in rage and pain as it clutched the stump. Another pair of the flying disks speeded through the air homing in on the stunned creature. Its other arm and one leg were removed just as simply. Ami felt bile rise into the back of her throat. He could have used this attack at any point in his battle with the Senshi, just what could they have done against something like this? The monsters other leg and its tail were dealt with, with equal ease.

Neko walked up to the dismembered body of the creature, his aura flaring brighter than she had ever seen. He reached down grabbing the monster under its chin. Blood poured from its wounds, yet it still futilely tried to snap at him. He lifted it up with one hand and backhanded it hard enough to shatter its jaw with the other.

"Listen carefully demodand, when your soul returns to the nexus give my regards to Akul. Tell him I await eagerly our next meeting. The last time he tried to invade was the best exercise I've ever had. Tell him Niccolai Bastian Re wishes him a long life, we couldn't have him dying on me before I finish, it wouldn't be fun."

With that Neko's aura became impossible to look at. The light became so bright that it hurt her eyes even while closed. When the light finally died down only a fine ash was left of the creature, and even that was blowing away in the light wind. Ami looked up and caught Neko smiling and waving to her, for some reason that disturbed her more than anything else.

End Chapter 4