Hey! Here's chapter 5! Thanks so much for all the reviews!
Rated R for strong sexuality and strong language
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon but the storyline is mine Trust Between the Covers Chapter 5
Endymion walked along the street towards Il Cafe Centro with a light step. He felt happier than he had in a long time. He was on his way to hang out with Motoki when he got off his shift, and opening up to Usagi had lightened the weight of his guilt, even though not completely. He felt like perhaps he could move on, maybe with Usagi. But he quickly reprimanded his mind for even suggesting the idea. He had already decided that he was not going to do Ryan's dirty work, but he was not ready to commit to the idea of running away with his wife, even if it was tempting. He couldn't, he wouldn't fall in love with Usagi. It was reckless, immoral, but most of all incredibly moronic. It was going to be hard enough to avoid Ryan's wrath when he revealed Usagi was faithful, but it was suicidal to run away with her. However, he decided to focus on more pleasant things as he neared the Cafe.
"Hey Motoki, you done yet?" Endymion asked as he peaked his head into the kitchens. "It'll be another 15 minutes man," came a muffled reply. Endymion sighed and slipped back outside into the sunshine. "Endymion!" he heard a sultry feminine voice call. He whipped around and his eyes fell on the owner of the voice. A lovely woman with her raven hair pulled back into a messy bun, violet eyes, and a red halter and tight blue jeans that revealed her curves. "Hello Rei," he replied with a smile. "Why are you here? I wouldn't be in my workplace unless I absolutely had to," she laughed, motioning him to take a seat next to her. "How's the book coming?" he asked. "Oh, I really like it. I think it may be my best one yet!" she bubbled with enthusiasm. "It's a romance, isn't it?" he asked. "Yup, that's all I write. I feel like there's a fire burning within me, and it comes out through the written words," she replied breathless. "I love how you have so much passion for your work, you remind me of myself," he said with a soft smile. "Do you have a publisher yet?" he continued. "Ugh no, well not anyone who's really interested," she sighed. "You know, one of my old friends, who definitely owes me, knows a publisher who's pretty famous. I'll give Kunzite a call and see if he can get a hold of this guy. I can't make any promises though. We haven't spoken in five years," he cautioned. "You don't have to do that for me," she argued half-heartedly. "No, I wanted to talk to him anyway. I'm in a little groove of making peace now. Is Saturday good for you, maybe you can meet him then?" he insisted. "Oh no! I can't. Saturday is Usagi's birthday, and me and Ami are throwing her a party," she cried with disappointment. "Her husband isn't even going to be home on her birthday?" he asked incredulously. "He'll be home Sunday, I suppose they'll do something," she replied absent- mindedly. "Hmm, maybe Sunday then," he said slowly, an idea for Usagi's birthday forming in his mind. However, Rei's voice bought him back to earth. "Well since you insist, at least let me read you a portion of it. So you don't go out on a limb for something that you think is completely shit," she explained. "You have my undivided attention," he replied seriously. Rei shifted through her papers, found the page she was looking for, and cleared her throat. "Her bosom heaved with desire and a heat slithered in her stomach like a snake, rearing up with lust. It had been so long since a man had made her heart skip a beat, so long since her skin was sent on fire by a man's touch. But watching this dark, brutally handsome man made her think that those passions lost so long ago could be rekindled, and dare she say it, or even think it, that he could once again make her take a chance on love. But still, all she could do was watch. Cursed without courage and an unholy fear of rejection, she could just watch and wait and hope until he knew of her desire, and felt the same," she finished softly. Endymion's loins had tightened as he listened to her sultry voice and watched her pouty lips form the lust-filled words. "That was..uh.. amazing," he croaked out hoarsely. "Thank you, but I was hoping to give it a happy ending," she whispered as she leaned in closer to Endymion. "I don't know if I can be much of an inspiration," he whispered. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she breathed, their faces nearly touching. "Hey man, ready to go? I'm starving!" Motoki's cheery voice called out. "Oh, yeah!" Endymion replied quickly, jumping out of his seat as though it was burning hot. "Well I guess I'll see you around," Rei said slowly, her voice laced with confusement. "Yeah, I'll give you a call and tell you how the thing with the publisher went. Well bye," he finished nervously leaving a very startled Rei behind.
"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Motoki said gleefully. "No, you weren't," Endymion replied begrudgingly. "There's nothing wrong with liking Rei, she's pretty hot," Motoki said sensibly. "That's the thing, I don't feel any connection with her, I let my dick get the best of me. I really need a good old-fashioned fuck," he sighed. "Tell me about it," Motoki grumbled. "So you're not seeing anybody," Endymion asked, grateful for the chance to steer the conversation away from himself. "I'm actually seeing this great girl Rita. Oh my God, she is amazing in bed, she does this thing with her tongue that's unbelievable-" Motoki started before Endymion cut him off. "Then why the hell are you bitching about your love life?" he said with an exasperated sigh. "She's an archeologist and she's on a dig in Africa for three months," he replied sadly. "So you're a single guy, and a musician, girls should be throwing themselves on you. Oh I forgot, you have to feel a "connection." Goddamn man, ever since, you-know, you have been so cautious. You have to be a little reckless, live in the moment once in a while. You probably haven't been fucked for six years, talk about a dry spell," Motoki laughed. "Ha, Ha. I have been laid, just not..um.often," Endymion finished lamely. "But maybe I'll take up your advice. Usagi's pretty hot. Maybe I'll do a little horizontal dancing with a married woman. That'll spice up my life," he said with a wolfish grin. However Motoki was not smiling. "I don't give a damn about her husband, personally I think he's an A-class asshole, but I do give a damn about Usagi. You can bang her if you want, but you better not plan her as some fling. If you break her heart, I swear to God I'll break something of yours, preferably the organ hanging between your legs," Motoki replied angrily. "Okay, man chill-out. Can we talk about something besides my love-life," he said defensively. "You mean lack of one?" Motoki added helpfully. Endymion just chose to ignore Motoki's last comment and continued. "Why the hell are you working as a waiter? Last I heard you were going to open your own restaurant." Endymion said. A shadow fleeted across Motoki's face. "Yeah well, my sister married this Japanese guy who she met on a business trip in Tokyo and decided to move here with him. She told me that the restaurant industry down here was booming and I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere living in that shit-hole of a town in Italy so I jetted out of there straight after high school and came here. I opened my own place. I was doing real well. Until that son-of-a-bitch Ryan thought I was screwing around with Usagi. He put me out of business and now I'm just a fucking waiter in a damn Cafe," he finished bitterly. "C'mon, let's go, I'm done eating," Motoki said as he got up. Endymion smiled to himself as a new feeling coursed through veins. He was tired of being afraid of Ryan and it was time Ryan got his. He felt a connection with Usagi that he had not felt since Monique. Ryan was going to see what it was like to be deceived and burned. Oh how the tables had turned.
Usagi entered her large house much earlier than she would have dared if Ryan was home. She had taken a half-day, something the old Usagi would never have dreamed of doing. But that was exactly the point. She was tired of the oppression and boredom every day of her life had entailed since she was with Ryan. A defiance burned within her, and she would be damned if she was going to play the role of "the good girl" one second longer. She quickly discarded her business clothes and left them wrinkled on the floor with a smug smile tugging at her lips. Ryan despised sloppiness. She shifted through the clothes in her closet until she got to the back where she kept the clothes that Mina and she used to go out in. Ryan had ordered her to throw away her "hooker attire" as he so eloquently put it, but Usagi had secretly kept it. "God I hope this still fits," she groaned as she shimmied into a pair of tight flare jeans and a black halter top. She surveyed herself proudly in the mirror. She had kept herself in shape so Ryan would find her attractive. Everything was for Ryan. "Not that it mattered," Usagi spat bitterly, thinking of all the times Ryan just gave her a passive glance. And on the rare occasion that they did make love, it was quick and concise. Well Usagi was tired of being the one chained in the house, tired of keeping her sexuality bottled up like something vile and dangerous. She was going to make Ryan feel unwanted, unloved. She was turning the tables and taking control. She casually placed a picture of Ryan and herself face down as she strutted towards the front door with one person in mind: Endymion.
"Guess who," Usagi whispered into his ear. "Usagi?!" Endymion said surprised as he whipped around to face the goddess in front of him. She looked stunning in her jeans and a black halter top that revealed a slip of her flat stomach and outlined her firm breasts. "So this is how you go to work? I need to get myself a job at your office," he whistled as he gave her a quick once-over. "For your information, I took a half-day. Why don't you do the same? I want to talk," she explained, motioning to the table that Endymion was in the process of wiping down when she disturbed him. "My shift ends in five minutes anyway, just let me finish cleaning this up, kay?"
"So what's on you mind," Endymion asked as he pulled out a chair for her at a table, then positioned himself backwards on a chair in front of her. "Nothing dire, I just... missed you I suppose," she said softly, leaning over the table slightly to draw attention to her breasts which were straining against the thin fabric of her halter. "Well..umm.." Endymion fumbled as he tried to form a sentence, but the picture of Usagi in front of him and his stiff member were proving to make this task more difficult. "If you don't want to associate with me anymore because of last night I'll understand," he stated glumly. "Oh no no no, Endymion, I'm happy you shared your pain with me, it brought us closer," she said as she clasped his hand from across the table. The held each other's gaze for a few moments until Usagi broke away with a blush. "Well now onto more joyful topics, you know my birthday's on Saturday," she bubbled. "I know," he answered. Usagi raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh my God no, it's not like that. Your friend Rei comes in here a lot and we talk sometimes and she told me," he explained with a laugh. Usagi laughed along, but something that felt like jealousy burned inside her. "Well I'm going out with the girls on Saturday, but I would love to see you tomorrow," she said. "I'd like that too. What did you want to do for your big birthday bash," he asked with a smile. "Umm, I would love to go dancing again. It was so much fun the last time," she said enthusiastically as she threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "Oh yeah, well where would you like to dance?" he asked good-naturedly. Usagi lifted herself over the table, giving Endymion a good view of her breasts and flat stomach, as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. "Your bedroom," she breathed. She slide back over to her seat and watched his face intently. His dick wanted to ask her why wait until Friday, they could celebrate right now. But instead he answered: "Usagi, I'm flattered, really. But I thought we decided we were just going to be friends," he proceeded cautiously. "Goddamnit Endymion! I'm tired of always being rational. I know I have a husband; I'm not a fucking moron. Jesus Christ I'm reminded of him every day with his little phone calls to check up on me. All I know is that I feel something for you Endymion that I have not felt for a very long time. I need to be loved, emotionally and physically. For once I want to take a chance, and be reckless. Endymion, I want you," she finished softly. "Usagi, I'll admit, I lied to you on the balcony a few nights ago. I do feel connection with you, and it's definitely stronger than that of friendship. However, I don't want you to regret us. I know I would never, but I'm not so sure about you. "Well Endymion, I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions and handle the consequences accordingly," she replied icily. "I know that, all I'm saying is that I don't want to hurt you," he whispered. "Just give us a chance, who knows maybe we'll fall in love," she spoke softly as she leaned closer to him. "I think I already have," he breathed as their mouths came together. Usagi let out a small moan as Endymion's velvet tongue caressed hers. "Usagi, I'm still not sure," he said between haggard breaths after they finally broke apart. "Well hopefully I'll see you Friday. I'll be waiting. Maybe then you can let go of the past and see that the future is standing right in front of you," she said coldly as she got up out of her seat and walked swiftly into the city current. Endymion watched Usagi's retreating back until the last wisps of golden hair were swallowed by the swarming crowd.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing," Motoki said harshly as he grabbed Endymion and pressed him roughly against the kitchen wall. "Well I was just going to check my schedule to see when I'm working, I didn't know it was a crime," he replied gruffly as he flung Motoki away from him. "You know damn well I'm talking about what just happened out there with Usagi," he spat. "Well you can just drop this over-protective, big brother, bullshit. I'm not going to break her heart," Endymion said angrily. "How am I supposed to know that," Motoki asked bitterly. "Because I'm in love," he shouted. Motoki just stared at his best friend blankly for a moment and realized that he was telling the god-honest truth. "You know I didn't get so upset just because of Usagi, I'm looking out for you too. She's married, I don't think this relationship is going to end well," Motoki tried to explain. "I can't see into the future, but what I know right now is that Usagi is the most beautiful, caring, and perfect woman I have ever met and I'm not going to let a fucking ring and document stand between fates," Endymion replied in a shaky voice. "Okay, I'll butt out," Motoki answered softly. He did not have the heart to tell Endymion that Usagi was probably just using him to get revenge on her husband. Everything seemed to begin and end with Ryan.
"I'm coming!" Usagi called out annoyed. She tossed aside the book that she was thoroughly enjoying and glanced at the clock. She had hoped Endymion would come today, but had not expected him this early. She released her hair from a messy bun and sauntered to the door. "I wasn't expecting you this soon, but I rather like surprises," Usagi said in a sultry voice as she opened the door. "What the hell-" Usagi exclaimed as a petite blonde woman hopped on her. "Usa, God I missed you," came a muffled voice. Usagi managed to push the woman off of her. "Oh my God, Mina!" Usagi exclaimed in shock. "Wha-why- how did you get here?" she gaped. "Well Endymion called Kunzite and asked him about me, because he wanted to bring me here as his birthday present to you. Look I even put a bow in my hair," Mina explained pointing to a rather large red bow that was pulling back half of her hair. "I can't believe he would do that for me," Usagi whispered. "I know, Endymion seems like a great guy, I can't wait to meet him, I hear he's absolutely gorgeous," she bubbled until a cough from behind interrupted her. "Oh my gosh, I totally forgot, Usagi this is my fiancée Kunzite," Mina said going over to a tall well-built man with long silver-blonde hair. "It's very nice to meet you," she said politely. "Now you can be my matron of honor, just as we had it all planned! Oh Usa, I have not stopped obsessing about what I did to you. Please forgive me. I swear I won't let anything come between us again," Mina said, tears threatening to fall from her light blue eyes. "It's okay," Usagi whispered as she embraced her best friend. "It was very nice meeting you Usagi, but is there anyway that I could talk to Endymion?" Kunzite asked.
"What the hell do you want?" Endymion pulled open his door rudely. "To talk to you," Kunzite replied impatiently. "I appreciate you bringing Mina here for Usagi, but I'm afraid our relationship is irreparable." he said about to the slam the door. "Endymion..." he sighed, putting his foot out to stop the door from closing. "Why don't you just go fuck yourself, or better yet, Monique?" Endymion asked bitterly. "I just want to talk," Kunzite pleaded. Endymion sighed as he opened the door wider to give the silver-haired man access to his apartment.
"So Endymion must be pretty sweet on you to fly me all the way here just for your birthday," Mina said in an attempted casual voice as she admired the clothing in Tokyo's finest boutiques. "You haven't changed a bit Mina, always trying to find out the latest gossip," Usagi laughed. "Well I for one I think Endymion's a fine piece of ass," Mina said bluntly.
Usagi burst out laughing. She had forgotten how much Mina made her feel like a teenage girl. "Trust me, what's going on between me and Endymion is nothing that serious. But I do agree with you, Endymion is definitely do-able," Usagi added with a smile. "So that's it, he's just your little fuck-toy, that's your relationship," Mina asked incredulously. "What's that's supposed to mean? Mina, I thought you'd back me up one percent on this affair thing. I thought you'd be like, 'Go Usa! That's the girl I used to know! Do whatever your heart tells you to, and fuck the rest of them.' You're supposed to be my best friend!" Usagi said, her voice rising. "Oh my God Usagi! Are you fucking blind?! The man's obviously in love with you!" Mina cried exasperated. "So what do you want me to do, run away with him?" Usagi bit back. "Yes. It's better than being with that ogre of a man you call a husband. I don't know, maybe it's just me but I'd rather be with a man who loves me than with a man who doesn't give two shits about me," she answered trying to control her voice to a normal level. "Mina we're not teenagers anymore. For God's sake I'm almost thirty years old. Love, love doesn't exist anymore. Look at me. I live a women's dream! I live in a huge house, with a powerful husband, and I don't have a care in the world. Yeah, maybe when I was younger I could believe that I would fall head-over heels, out-of-the ball park kind of love. But Mina, I woke up! Love is a man who takes care of me. And I found that," Usagi finished quietly. "I'm head over heels, out-of-the ball park in love with Kunzite," Mina told her timidly. "The man who my husband hired to take you away from me? I'm sorry but that doesn't happen to ordinary people. Trust me, I'm extremely happy for you, honestly, but what happened between you two is one in a million," she laughed. "You never know, maybe you're that one in the next million," Mina smiled. Usagi just shook her head and they changed the topic to more pressing matters such as if that red top went with that mini-skirt.
Endymion walked half-way across the room, and then thought better of it. He had to get out of this apartment. All evening he had taken refuge here, drowning in his new found desire and love for Usagi and creating songs just for her. He sighed. He would not let love become his master and he just its pet. Not again. He needed some fresh air. In fact, he needed a drink. "C'mon Kunzite, there's a nice place around here that I play at sometimes, where a fellow can get a drink," he said reaching for his car keys. "I thought you didn't drink anymore," he replied with a smile. "Well that was then, and this is now. I'm not talking about getting plastered. To get completely drunk is lack of self-control. A man has self- control, and for once in my life I can say that I am a man," Endymion said, raising his chin as though to dare Kunzite to challenge his words. "Yeah, and you're a man who still has a rose from an ex-girlfriend," he said coolly, motioning to the delicate red rose resting in a vase on the table. "You said you wanted to talk, if you're here to just throw that in my face then you can get the fuck out," Endymion replied simply. Kunzite stared at him for a moment. "Lead the way," he said softly, following Endymion out.
"This place ain't bad, ain't bad at all," Kunzite whistled as he admired the mahogany bar, and the gentle tickling of the piano in the background. "Well you know I don't exactly play in shit-holes," Endymion replied as he hoisted himself onto a bar stool. "A scotch and water please," he told the bartender. "I'll take a gin and tonic," Kunzite added as he slipped next to Endymion. "If you must know why I came here, it was because I wanted to apologize," Kunzite said softly. "For what exactly are you apologizing for?" he replied with a quirked eyebrow. Kunzite opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again quickly as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. He gave the bartender a nod of thanks before continuing with the conversation. "You know damn well that I'm talking about the Monique thing," Kunzite whispered as he leaned closer to Endymion. "Yeah, I knew what you were talking, I was just making sure you knew what the hell you were apologizing for because at the time you seemed to think that you weren't doing anything wrong," Endymion said roughly as he took a gulp of the drink in front him. His face twisted in disgust at the bitter taste of the alcohol that he was unaccustomed to and he let out a dry cough. They sat in silence for a few moments. Kunzite sighed as he raised the glass to his lips and swallowed the alcohol, cough-free. Endymion reignited the conversation. "You know if the only way you can get girls to sleep with you is to promise them the world, then you don't receive my anger, you receive my pity," he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "I guess I deserved that," Kunzite chuckled. "Yeah you did," Endymion added curtly, taking another sip. "Well the past is the past right. Tell me about the future. You told me you're getting married. Do you really think that a relationship set up by deception and lies is actually going to work," he asked incredulously. Kunzite stared at his drink for a few moments. "I know the only reason I met Mina is because Ryan paid me to take her on, but that doesn't make her any less wonderful as a person," he replied sincerely. "Does she know the circumstances on which you two were introduced?" Endymion asked quietly. "I was afraid to tell her at first, afraid that I would lose her, but she didn't care. See, it doesn't matter your past, or even how you met. All that matters is what happens inside your relationship, everything else can burn in bloody hell. If you're happy and she's happy, well then that's all that matters. Actually something does matter more than happiness:love. You've got that, then you've got everything. And Endymion, that is one thing that we have plenty of," Kunzite smiled as he cleared his throat and wiped quickly at his eyes. Endymion sat without saying anything for a few moments. "I think I'm in love," Endymion choked out. "Does she love you," he asked softly. "I-I don't know," he whispered. "Well my advice as a friend and as a man in the same predicament as yourself, I say go for it. Go for it with all you're worth." Kunzite said firmly. "I'm scared, it's not really a traditional relationship" Endymion replied. "Did you not just hear everything I said? If you're in love you can do no wrong to her, because love is not selfish, and selfishness is the root of evil. If you're in love then the rest of the world can go fuck themselves. Don't give a damn what everybody else says or thinks. Do you think Mina and I didn't encounter static when we started going out? Everybody thought she was just using me to further her career, but we proved all those interfering mother fuckers wrong. If you've got love, then you've got everything." Kunzite said, his voice quivering with passion. "Amen preacher," Endymion smiled as he raised his glass to a toast for new beginnings.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Endymion glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It read 1:00. He threw his book to the floor and heaved himself out of bed thinking who the hell was knocking on his door at one in the morning. "Hullo," he answered hoarsely. "Hey," came a soft angelic voice. "Usa-Usagi," Endymion replied clearing his voice. "What are you doing here at this hour, a bit improper don't you think?" he teased. She slipped through the doorway but un-characteristically did not head for the balcony. "I came here to thank you for bringing Mina here, it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me," she purred as she nimbly pulled at his shirt buttons. She was so close. Her intoxicating scent made his head spin and his loins tighten. "Well you're welcome," he managed to reply. "Mmm, I'm not done thanking you yet," she whispered seductively and she stood on her tip-toes to give him a kiss. However his response was not one that she was expecting.
Endymion roughly pushed Usagi away from him. "What's wrong, I thought there was something between us, I know you felt it to!" she cried. Endymion laughed bitterly as a sarcastic smile crossed his features. "You want to thank me," he said in a dangerously low voice. She nodded slowly in response. "When people make love it's because they're in love and they want to share everything with that person: their mind, body, and soul. Not to thank them, you whore!" he shouted harshly. "Oh my God Endymion! Grow the hell up! What are you, a fucking faggot? People have sex for pleasure. If all those other fairy-tale things are present then that's just peachy, but in most relationships it's not like that," she shouted back. "I thought that you were beautiful, not just on the outside but inside too. I thought you were caring, gentle, and kind. I thought you were like me. I thought you were different," his finished softly. He walked slowly to the balcony and closed the door noiselessly behind me.
Usagi gaped awkwardly after him. She was not going to let this happen. Endymion made her like she used to be. Endymion was her weapon against Ryan. Through Endymion she could get back at Ryan for all the pain he had caused her, but without fighting or disturbing the lifestyle she had grown so accustomed to. Being with Endymion had made her feel so rebellious and alive. Endymion was her secret, guilty pleasure and she would be damned before she lost him.
Endymion gazed out at the sleeping city below, his face hard. He had risked everything for Usagi. He had torn down the walls he had so carefully erected for all those years after just a few days of being with her. He had looked forward to the moment when they would make love. Not because he was hired by Ryan, not because she wanted to thank him, but because she felt as strongly for him as he did for her. But that was just a dream. Just a fucking empty dream.
Usagi slipped out onto the balcony next to Endymion. He did not acknowledge her presence. "God Endy, I'm so sorry. I feel like a complete ass. I didn't mean to come off like that. You have to understand, I'm not used to communicating my feelings. I needed to show you somehow how I felt. Not just for reuniting me and Mina, but for everything else you've done for me. I need to show you what I feel for you. I want to make love, not screw or fuck, but make love to you, because I'm in love," she whispered.
Endymion stared at her eyes, searching for truth in their blue depths. He saw desire, passion, and another strange emotion he could not place. Could it have been love? Endymion gaze wandered from her perfect face to her wedding ring that was glinting softly in the moonlight. "Fuck the world," he thought savagely as he captured Usagi's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Endymion picked her up and carried her over to his bed, placing her down gently. She moaned softly as his velvet tongue caressed her mouth, urging her to respond. Usagi fumbled with his buttons and let his silk shirt slide soundlessly to the floor. Her hands roamed over the taunt, sinewy flesh of his back. They broke away for a moment, their breathing haggard, as Endymion pulled her shirt over her head. He deftly unclasped her bra, allowing her round, perky breasts to bounce free. He trailed warm kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally over one of her creamy mounds. Usagi let out a small gasp as he took one hard pebble in his mouth, and then the other. He smiled wolfishly as he flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, teasing and pleasuring her. After he tired of this game, he continued downward, placing light kisses on her flat stomach, until... "What are you doing?!" Usagi cried as she pulled Endymion's head away from her most sensitive area by his hair. He gave her a confused look until it finally dawned on him. Usagi always complained about how much her sex life was by "the book." He slithered back until his head was by her ear. "Was Ry- have you only had one man," he whispered softly as his fingers traced tantalizing circles around her erect nipples. "Uh-huh," she whimpered. "Just close your eyes," he replied soothingly and he went back down. Usagi giggled softly as Endymion's hot breath tickled her sex, but the giggles were soon replaced by a low guttural moan as-was that his tongue?!- slipped inside her. She tangled her hands into his thick raven hair, urging him deeper, desperate to take more of this immense pleasure he was giving her. Finally, as her wild moans reached their peak, she arched upward and shakily fell back down unto the satiny sheets. Endymion's face reemerged next to her, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. She gave him a weak smile in return. He kissed her again hungrily, and she enjoyed the sensation of tasting herself on his lips. She gasped as she felt his hard member rubbing against her thigh, straining against the fabric of his boxers. With quivering hands, she slid them off his slender hips and admired his large, erect manhood. Their eyes locked for a moment, and all that could be heard was their low intense breathing. Endymion knew in the back of his mind that this moment was not as perfect as he had hoped it would be. He secretly realized that Usagi's feelings were not as strong and awe-inspiring as his own. But as he reached over for a condom, all that he cared about was that the woman he loved desired him as much as he desired her.
He flipped over onto his back. "Endy, what are you doing?" she cooed. "It's better if you're on top," he whispered huskily. Usagi gave him a seductive smirk and she lowered herself unto his hard, throbbing rod. She moaned as he filled her. She froze for a moment, allowing herself to become accustomed to a larger size than she was used to. Slowly she began a rhythm as old as time. Throughout the darkness all that could be heard was the moans and gasps of two individuals who had had kept their emotions bottled up for far too long.
Endymion smiled as he stroked Usagi's sweat-soaked bangs away from her eyes. He could not remember the last time he had felt so fulfilled. He watched her silently, slightly awed by her astounding beauty, as she lay tangled in his bed sheets, her blonde hair a halo around her. "No matter what Usako, I will protect. I will take you away from all the suffering you have known and we'll start a family and be happy. I swear to you Usagi, Ryan will never hurt again, whether it be physically, emotionally, or just by not loving you as you deserved to be loved. This I promise because I love you," he whispered softly. A soft smile crossed her lips, as she cuddled her face into the fluffy pillows, sinking deeper into sleep.
Endymion slipped off the bed as quietly as possible to not disturb Usagi. He walked stiffly over to the kitchen to prepare some coffee, when something caught his eye. He touched the rose gingerly. It was amazing how long it stayed alive, and disgusting how good care he took of it. He pondered deeply for a moment. Thinking of her, thinking of Usagi, thinking of everything. Finally he broke out of his reverie and walked slowly over to the balcony. The early morning sun reflected off his silky midnight locks. He grasped the rose with his right hand, the thorns making tiny pricks. He looked unflinchingly at the small streams of blood that were now coursing from his palm, down to his wrist. "This is the last time you will cause me pain," he choked out as he threw the ruby flower over the edge and watched as it fell silently to the awakening city below.
"You didn't come home last night, you think you would've called, I was worried sick," Mina complained as Usagi threw herself upside down unto the couch. "Whatever, you weren't worried, you were probably to busy screwing Kunzite," she replied with a smile. Mina's blush verified Usagi's assumption. "So is the guest bed satisfactory?" Usagi pried. "It was above our expectations," she answered dryly. "Good," she replied curtly. "So where were you last night?" Mina questioned, tactfully changing the subject. "If you must know I slept with Endymion and it was the best sex I had ever had," Usagi replied truthfully, challenging Mina to give her a moral lecture. "So when will I hear the divorce papers signing and wedding bells ringing?" she asked with a laugh. "Oh my God Mina, it's nothing like that! I don't even want to think ahead that far. Ever since I was young I thought about the future. Listening to my mind even though I didn't want to. That's one of the reasons I married Ryan. My mother loved him, you know he can be so charming, and before she died of the cancer one of her last wishes was to see me married and taken care of. I think I loved Ryan, I still do, but I wasn't ready for marriage then. Right now I'm listening to the rest of me for a change, and it feels pretty damn good!" she finished emphatically. "Well maybe it's a good thing that you're not serious about Endymion because a girl Kunzite is friends with called him last night. She seemed very interested to find out Kunzite was with Endymion. Now what was her name... Margaret? No. Monica? No. Oh, now I have it: Monique."
Well that's the end of chapter 5! Hope you enjoyed it! I hope this story's not confusing, I promise you all be revealed in time! Also for those who are wondering where Ryan is, he'll be making his presence known soon! Review! Review! Review! I'm hoping to reach 100 reviews after this chapter! Make my dream come true:)
Rated R for strong sexuality and strong language
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Endymion walked along the street towards Il Cafe Centro with a light step. He felt happier than he had in a long time. He was on his way to hang out with Motoki when he got off his shift, and opening up to Usagi had lightened the weight of his guilt, even though not completely. He felt like perhaps he could move on, maybe with Usagi. But he quickly reprimanded his mind for even suggesting the idea. He had already decided that he was not going to do Ryan's dirty work, but he was not ready to commit to the idea of running away with his wife, even if it was tempting. He couldn't, he wouldn't fall in love with Usagi. It was reckless, immoral, but most of all incredibly moronic. It was going to be hard enough to avoid Ryan's wrath when he revealed Usagi was faithful, but it was suicidal to run away with her. However, he decided to focus on more pleasant things as he neared the Cafe.
"Hey Motoki, you done yet?" Endymion asked as he peaked his head into the kitchens. "It'll be another 15 minutes man," came a muffled reply. Endymion sighed and slipped back outside into the sunshine. "Endymion!" he heard a sultry feminine voice call. He whipped around and his eyes fell on the owner of the voice. A lovely woman with her raven hair pulled back into a messy bun, violet eyes, and a red halter and tight blue jeans that revealed her curves. "Hello Rei," he replied with a smile. "Why are you here? I wouldn't be in my workplace unless I absolutely had to," she laughed, motioning him to take a seat next to her. "How's the book coming?" he asked. "Oh, I really like it. I think it may be my best one yet!" she bubbled with enthusiasm. "It's a romance, isn't it?" he asked. "Yup, that's all I write. I feel like there's a fire burning within me, and it comes out through the written words," she replied breathless. "I love how you have so much passion for your work, you remind me of myself," he said with a soft smile. "Do you have a publisher yet?" he continued. "Ugh no, well not anyone who's really interested," she sighed. "You know, one of my old friends, who definitely owes me, knows a publisher who's pretty famous. I'll give Kunzite a call and see if he can get a hold of this guy. I can't make any promises though. We haven't spoken in five years," he cautioned. "You don't have to do that for me," she argued half-heartedly. "No, I wanted to talk to him anyway. I'm in a little groove of making peace now. Is Saturday good for you, maybe you can meet him then?" he insisted. "Oh no! I can't. Saturday is Usagi's birthday, and me and Ami are throwing her a party," she cried with disappointment. "Her husband isn't even going to be home on her birthday?" he asked incredulously. "He'll be home Sunday, I suppose they'll do something," she replied absent- mindedly. "Hmm, maybe Sunday then," he said slowly, an idea for Usagi's birthday forming in his mind. However, Rei's voice bought him back to earth. "Well since you insist, at least let me read you a portion of it. So you don't go out on a limb for something that you think is completely shit," she explained. "You have my undivided attention," he replied seriously. Rei shifted through her papers, found the page she was looking for, and cleared her throat. "Her bosom heaved with desire and a heat slithered in her stomach like a snake, rearing up with lust. It had been so long since a man had made her heart skip a beat, so long since her skin was sent on fire by a man's touch. But watching this dark, brutally handsome man made her think that those passions lost so long ago could be rekindled, and dare she say it, or even think it, that he could once again make her take a chance on love. But still, all she could do was watch. Cursed without courage and an unholy fear of rejection, she could just watch and wait and hope until he knew of her desire, and felt the same," she finished softly. Endymion's loins had tightened as he listened to her sultry voice and watched her pouty lips form the lust-filled words. "That was..uh.. amazing," he croaked out hoarsely. "Thank you, but I was hoping to give it a happy ending," she whispered as she leaned in closer to Endymion. "I don't know if I can be much of an inspiration," he whispered. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she breathed, their faces nearly touching. "Hey man, ready to go? I'm starving!" Motoki's cheery voice called out. "Oh, yeah!" Endymion replied quickly, jumping out of his seat as though it was burning hot. "Well I guess I'll see you around," Rei said slowly, her voice laced with confusement. "Yeah, I'll give you a call and tell you how the thing with the publisher went. Well bye," he finished nervously leaving a very startled Rei behind.
"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Motoki said gleefully. "No, you weren't," Endymion replied begrudgingly. "There's nothing wrong with liking Rei, she's pretty hot," Motoki said sensibly. "That's the thing, I don't feel any connection with her, I let my dick get the best of me. I really need a good old-fashioned fuck," he sighed. "Tell me about it," Motoki grumbled. "So you're not seeing anybody," Endymion asked, grateful for the chance to steer the conversation away from himself. "I'm actually seeing this great girl Rita. Oh my God, she is amazing in bed, she does this thing with her tongue that's unbelievable-" Motoki started before Endymion cut him off. "Then why the hell are you bitching about your love life?" he said with an exasperated sigh. "She's an archeologist and she's on a dig in Africa for three months," he replied sadly. "So you're a single guy, and a musician, girls should be throwing themselves on you. Oh I forgot, you have to feel a "connection." Goddamn man, ever since, you-know, you have been so cautious. You have to be a little reckless, live in the moment once in a while. You probably haven't been fucked for six years, talk about a dry spell," Motoki laughed. "Ha, Ha. I have been laid, just not..um.often," Endymion finished lamely. "But maybe I'll take up your advice. Usagi's pretty hot. Maybe I'll do a little horizontal dancing with a married woman. That'll spice up my life," he said with a wolfish grin. However Motoki was not smiling. "I don't give a damn about her husband, personally I think he's an A-class asshole, but I do give a damn about Usagi. You can bang her if you want, but you better not plan her as some fling. If you break her heart, I swear to God I'll break something of yours, preferably the organ hanging between your legs," Motoki replied angrily. "Okay, man chill-out. Can we talk about something besides my love-life," he said defensively. "You mean lack of one?" Motoki added helpfully. Endymion just chose to ignore Motoki's last comment and continued. "Why the hell are you working as a waiter? Last I heard you were going to open your own restaurant." Endymion said. A shadow fleeted across Motoki's face. "Yeah well, my sister married this Japanese guy who she met on a business trip in Tokyo and decided to move here with him. She told me that the restaurant industry down here was booming and I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere living in that shit-hole of a town in Italy so I jetted out of there straight after high school and came here. I opened my own place. I was doing real well. Until that son-of-a-bitch Ryan thought I was screwing around with Usagi. He put me out of business and now I'm just a fucking waiter in a damn Cafe," he finished bitterly. "C'mon, let's go, I'm done eating," Motoki said as he got up. Endymion smiled to himself as a new feeling coursed through veins. He was tired of being afraid of Ryan and it was time Ryan got his. He felt a connection with Usagi that he had not felt since Monique. Ryan was going to see what it was like to be deceived and burned. Oh how the tables had turned.
Usagi entered her large house much earlier than she would have dared if Ryan was home. She had taken a half-day, something the old Usagi would never have dreamed of doing. But that was exactly the point. She was tired of the oppression and boredom every day of her life had entailed since she was with Ryan. A defiance burned within her, and she would be damned if she was going to play the role of "the good girl" one second longer. She quickly discarded her business clothes and left them wrinkled on the floor with a smug smile tugging at her lips. Ryan despised sloppiness. She shifted through the clothes in her closet until she got to the back where she kept the clothes that Mina and she used to go out in. Ryan had ordered her to throw away her "hooker attire" as he so eloquently put it, but Usagi had secretly kept it. "God I hope this still fits," she groaned as she shimmied into a pair of tight flare jeans and a black halter top. She surveyed herself proudly in the mirror. She had kept herself in shape so Ryan would find her attractive. Everything was for Ryan. "Not that it mattered," Usagi spat bitterly, thinking of all the times Ryan just gave her a passive glance. And on the rare occasion that they did make love, it was quick and concise. Well Usagi was tired of being the one chained in the house, tired of keeping her sexuality bottled up like something vile and dangerous. She was going to make Ryan feel unwanted, unloved. She was turning the tables and taking control. She casually placed a picture of Ryan and herself face down as she strutted towards the front door with one person in mind: Endymion.
"Guess who," Usagi whispered into his ear. "Usagi?!" Endymion said surprised as he whipped around to face the goddess in front of him. She looked stunning in her jeans and a black halter top that revealed a slip of her flat stomach and outlined her firm breasts. "So this is how you go to work? I need to get myself a job at your office," he whistled as he gave her a quick once-over. "For your information, I took a half-day. Why don't you do the same? I want to talk," she explained, motioning to the table that Endymion was in the process of wiping down when she disturbed him. "My shift ends in five minutes anyway, just let me finish cleaning this up, kay?"
"So what's on you mind," Endymion asked as he pulled out a chair for her at a table, then positioned himself backwards on a chair in front of her. "Nothing dire, I just... missed you I suppose," she said softly, leaning over the table slightly to draw attention to her breasts which were straining against the thin fabric of her halter. "Well..umm.." Endymion fumbled as he tried to form a sentence, but the picture of Usagi in front of him and his stiff member were proving to make this task more difficult. "If you don't want to associate with me anymore because of last night I'll understand," he stated glumly. "Oh no no no, Endymion, I'm happy you shared your pain with me, it brought us closer," she said as she clasped his hand from across the table. The held each other's gaze for a few moments until Usagi broke away with a blush. "Well now onto more joyful topics, you know my birthday's on Saturday," she bubbled. "I know," he answered. Usagi raised an eyebrow in response. "Oh my God no, it's not like that. Your friend Rei comes in here a lot and we talk sometimes and she told me," he explained with a laugh. Usagi laughed along, but something that felt like jealousy burned inside her. "Well I'm going out with the girls on Saturday, but I would love to see you tomorrow," she said. "I'd like that too. What did you want to do for your big birthday bash," he asked with a smile. "Umm, I would love to go dancing again. It was so much fun the last time," she said enthusiastically as she threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "Oh yeah, well where would you like to dance?" he asked good-naturedly. Usagi lifted herself over the table, giving Endymion a good view of her breasts and flat stomach, as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. "Your bedroom," she breathed. She slide back over to her seat and watched his face intently. His dick wanted to ask her why wait until Friday, they could celebrate right now. But instead he answered: "Usagi, I'm flattered, really. But I thought we decided we were just going to be friends," he proceeded cautiously. "Goddamnit Endymion! I'm tired of always being rational. I know I have a husband; I'm not a fucking moron. Jesus Christ I'm reminded of him every day with his little phone calls to check up on me. All I know is that I feel something for you Endymion that I have not felt for a very long time. I need to be loved, emotionally and physically. For once I want to take a chance, and be reckless. Endymion, I want you," she finished softly. "Usagi, I'll admit, I lied to you on the balcony a few nights ago. I do feel connection with you, and it's definitely stronger than that of friendship. However, I don't want you to regret us. I know I would never, but I'm not so sure about you. "Well Endymion, I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions and handle the consequences accordingly," she replied icily. "I know that, all I'm saying is that I don't want to hurt you," he whispered. "Just give us a chance, who knows maybe we'll fall in love," she spoke softly as she leaned closer to him. "I think I already have," he breathed as their mouths came together. Usagi let out a small moan as Endymion's velvet tongue caressed hers. "Usagi, I'm still not sure," he said between haggard breaths after they finally broke apart. "Well hopefully I'll see you Friday. I'll be waiting. Maybe then you can let go of the past and see that the future is standing right in front of you," she said coldly as she got up out of her seat and walked swiftly into the city current. Endymion watched Usagi's retreating back until the last wisps of golden hair were swallowed by the swarming crowd.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing," Motoki said harshly as he grabbed Endymion and pressed him roughly against the kitchen wall. "Well I was just going to check my schedule to see when I'm working, I didn't know it was a crime," he replied gruffly as he flung Motoki away from him. "You know damn well I'm talking about what just happened out there with Usagi," he spat. "Well you can just drop this over-protective, big brother, bullshit. I'm not going to break her heart," Endymion said angrily. "How am I supposed to know that," Motoki asked bitterly. "Because I'm in love," he shouted. Motoki just stared at his best friend blankly for a moment and realized that he was telling the god-honest truth. "You know I didn't get so upset just because of Usagi, I'm looking out for you too. She's married, I don't think this relationship is going to end well," Motoki tried to explain. "I can't see into the future, but what I know right now is that Usagi is the most beautiful, caring, and perfect woman I have ever met and I'm not going to let a fucking ring and document stand between fates," Endymion replied in a shaky voice. "Okay, I'll butt out," Motoki answered softly. He did not have the heart to tell Endymion that Usagi was probably just using him to get revenge on her husband. Everything seemed to begin and end with Ryan.
"I'm coming!" Usagi called out annoyed. She tossed aside the book that she was thoroughly enjoying and glanced at the clock. She had hoped Endymion would come today, but had not expected him this early. She released her hair from a messy bun and sauntered to the door. "I wasn't expecting you this soon, but I rather like surprises," Usagi said in a sultry voice as she opened the door. "What the hell-" Usagi exclaimed as a petite blonde woman hopped on her. "Usa, God I missed you," came a muffled voice. Usagi managed to push the woman off of her. "Oh my God, Mina!" Usagi exclaimed in shock. "Wha-why- how did you get here?" she gaped. "Well Endymion called Kunzite and asked him about me, because he wanted to bring me here as his birthday present to you. Look I even put a bow in my hair," Mina explained pointing to a rather large red bow that was pulling back half of her hair. "I can't believe he would do that for me," Usagi whispered. "I know, Endymion seems like a great guy, I can't wait to meet him, I hear he's absolutely gorgeous," she bubbled until a cough from behind interrupted her. "Oh my gosh, I totally forgot, Usagi this is my fiancée Kunzite," Mina said going over to a tall well-built man with long silver-blonde hair. "It's very nice to meet you," she said politely. "Now you can be my matron of honor, just as we had it all planned! Oh Usa, I have not stopped obsessing about what I did to you. Please forgive me. I swear I won't let anything come between us again," Mina said, tears threatening to fall from her light blue eyes. "It's okay," Usagi whispered as she embraced her best friend. "It was very nice meeting you Usagi, but is there anyway that I could talk to Endymion?" Kunzite asked.
"What the hell do you want?" Endymion pulled open his door rudely. "To talk to you," Kunzite replied impatiently. "I appreciate you bringing Mina here for Usagi, but I'm afraid our relationship is irreparable." he said about to the slam the door. "Endymion..." he sighed, putting his foot out to stop the door from closing. "Why don't you just go fuck yourself, or better yet, Monique?" Endymion asked bitterly. "I just want to talk," Kunzite pleaded. Endymion sighed as he opened the door wider to give the silver-haired man access to his apartment.
"So Endymion must be pretty sweet on you to fly me all the way here just for your birthday," Mina said in an attempted casual voice as she admired the clothing in Tokyo's finest boutiques. "You haven't changed a bit Mina, always trying to find out the latest gossip," Usagi laughed. "Well I for one I think Endymion's a fine piece of ass," Mina said bluntly.
Usagi burst out laughing. She had forgotten how much Mina made her feel like a teenage girl. "Trust me, what's going on between me and Endymion is nothing that serious. But I do agree with you, Endymion is definitely do-able," Usagi added with a smile. "So that's it, he's just your little fuck-toy, that's your relationship," Mina asked incredulously. "What's that's supposed to mean? Mina, I thought you'd back me up one percent on this affair thing. I thought you'd be like, 'Go Usa! That's the girl I used to know! Do whatever your heart tells you to, and fuck the rest of them.' You're supposed to be my best friend!" Usagi said, her voice rising. "Oh my God Usagi! Are you fucking blind?! The man's obviously in love with you!" Mina cried exasperated. "So what do you want me to do, run away with him?" Usagi bit back. "Yes. It's better than being with that ogre of a man you call a husband. I don't know, maybe it's just me but I'd rather be with a man who loves me than with a man who doesn't give two shits about me," she answered trying to control her voice to a normal level. "Mina we're not teenagers anymore. For God's sake I'm almost thirty years old. Love, love doesn't exist anymore. Look at me. I live a women's dream! I live in a huge house, with a powerful husband, and I don't have a care in the world. Yeah, maybe when I was younger I could believe that I would fall head-over heels, out-of-the ball park kind of love. But Mina, I woke up! Love is a man who takes care of me. And I found that," Usagi finished quietly. "I'm head over heels, out-of-the ball park in love with Kunzite," Mina told her timidly. "The man who my husband hired to take you away from me? I'm sorry but that doesn't happen to ordinary people. Trust me, I'm extremely happy for you, honestly, but what happened between you two is one in a million," she laughed. "You never know, maybe you're that one in the next million," Mina smiled. Usagi just shook her head and they changed the topic to more pressing matters such as if that red top went with that mini-skirt.
Endymion walked half-way across the room, and then thought better of it. He had to get out of this apartment. All evening he had taken refuge here, drowning in his new found desire and love for Usagi and creating songs just for her. He sighed. He would not let love become his master and he just its pet. Not again. He needed some fresh air. In fact, he needed a drink. "C'mon Kunzite, there's a nice place around here that I play at sometimes, where a fellow can get a drink," he said reaching for his car keys. "I thought you didn't drink anymore," he replied with a smile. "Well that was then, and this is now. I'm not talking about getting plastered. To get completely drunk is lack of self-control. A man has self- control, and for once in my life I can say that I am a man," Endymion said, raising his chin as though to dare Kunzite to challenge his words. "Yeah, and you're a man who still has a rose from an ex-girlfriend," he said coolly, motioning to the delicate red rose resting in a vase on the table. "You said you wanted to talk, if you're here to just throw that in my face then you can get the fuck out," Endymion replied simply. Kunzite stared at him for a moment. "Lead the way," he said softly, following Endymion out.
"This place ain't bad, ain't bad at all," Kunzite whistled as he admired the mahogany bar, and the gentle tickling of the piano in the background. "Well you know I don't exactly play in shit-holes," Endymion replied as he hoisted himself onto a bar stool. "A scotch and water please," he told the bartender. "I'll take a gin and tonic," Kunzite added as he slipped next to Endymion. "If you must know why I came here, it was because I wanted to apologize," Kunzite said softly. "For what exactly are you apologizing for?" he replied with a quirked eyebrow. Kunzite opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again quickly as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them. He gave the bartender a nod of thanks before continuing with the conversation. "You know damn well that I'm talking about the Monique thing," Kunzite whispered as he leaned closer to Endymion. "Yeah, I knew what you were talking, I was just making sure you knew what the hell you were apologizing for because at the time you seemed to think that you weren't doing anything wrong," Endymion said roughly as he took a gulp of the drink in front him. His face twisted in disgust at the bitter taste of the alcohol that he was unaccustomed to and he let out a dry cough. They sat in silence for a few moments. Kunzite sighed as he raised the glass to his lips and swallowed the alcohol, cough-free. Endymion reignited the conversation. "You know if the only way you can get girls to sleep with you is to promise them the world, then you don't receive my anger, you receive my pity," he said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "I guess I deserved that," Kunzite chuckled. "Yeah you did," Endymion added curtly, taking another sip. "Well the past is the past right. Tell me about the future. You told me you're getting married. Do you really think that a relationship set up by deception and lies is actually going to work," he asked incredulously. Kunzite stared at his drink for a few moments. "I know the only reason I met Mina is because Ryan paid me to take her on, but that doesn't make her any less wonderful as a person," he replied sincerely. "Does she know the circumstances on which you two were introduced?" Endymion asked quietly. "I was afraid to tell her at first, afraid that I would lose her, but she didn't care. See, it doesn't matter your past, or even how you met. All that matters is what happens inside your relationship, everything else can burn in bloody hell. If you're happy and she's happy, well then that's all that matters. Actually something does matter more than happiness:love. You've got that, then you've got everything. And Endymion, that is one thing that we have plenty of," Kunzite smiled as he cleared his throat and wiped quickly at his eyes. Endymion sat without saying anything for a few moments. "I think I'm in love," Endymion choked out. "Does she love you," he asked softly. "I-I don't know," he whispered. "Well my advice as a friend and as a man in the same predicament as yourself, I say go for it. Go for it with all you're worth." Kunzite said firmly. "I'm scared, it's not really a traditional relationship" Endymion replied. "Did you not just hear everything I said? If you're in love you can do no wrong to her, because love is not selfish, and selfishness is the root of evil. If you're in love then the rest of the world can go fuck themselves. Don't give a damn what everybody else says or thinks. Do you think Mina and I didn't encounter static when we started going out? Everybody thought she was just using me to further her career, but we proved all those interfering mother fuckers wrong. If you've got love, then you've got everything." Kunzite said, his voice quivering with passion. "Amen preacher," Endymion smiled as he raised his glass to a toast for new beginnings.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Endymion glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It read 1:00. He threw his book to the floor and heaved himself out of bed thinking who the hell was knocking on his door at one in the morning. "Hullo," he answered hoarsely. "Hey," came a soft angelic voice. "Usa-Usagi," Endymion replied clearing his voice. "What are you doing here at this hour, a bit improper don't you think?" he teased. She slipped through the doorway but un-characteristically did not head for the balcony. "I came here to thank you for bringing Mina here, it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me," she purred as she nimbly pulled at his shirt buttons. She was so close. Her intoxicating scent made his head spin and his loins tighten. "Well you're welcome," he managed to reply. "Mmm, I'm not done thanking you yet," she whispered seductively and she stood on her tip-toes to give him a kiss. However his response was not one that she was expecting.
Endymion roughly pushed Usagi away from him. "What's wrong, I thought there was something between us, I know you felt it to!" she cried. Endymion laughed bitterly as a sarcastic smile crossed his features. "You want to thank me," he said in a dangerously low voice. She nodded slowly in response. "When people make love it's because they're in love and they want to share everything with that person: their mind, body, and soul. Not to thank them, you whore!" he shouted harshly. "Oh my God Endymion! Grow the hell up! What are you, a fucking faggot? People have sex for pleasure. If all those other fairy-tale things are present then that's just peachy, but in most relationships it's not like that," she shouted back. "I thought that you were beautiful, not just on the outside but inside too. I thought you were caring, gentle, and kind. I thought you were like me. I thought you were different," his finished softly. He walked slowly to the balcony and closed the door noiselessly behind me.
Usagi gaped awkwardly after him. She was not going to let this happen. Endymion made her like she used to be. Endymion was her weapon against Ryan. Through Endymion she could get back at Ryan for all the pain he had caused her, but without fighting or disturbing the lifestyle she had grown so accustomed to. Being with Endymion had made her feel so rebellious and alive. Endymion was her secret, guilty pleasure and she would be damned before she lost him.
Endymion gazed out at the sleeping city below, his face hard. He had risked everything for Usagi. He had torn down the walls he had so carefully erected for all those years after just a few days of being with her. He had looked forward to the moment when they would make love. Not because he was hired by Ryan, not because she wanted to thank him, but because she felt as strongly for him as he did for her. But that was just a dream. Just a fucking empty dream.
Usagi slipped out onto the balcony next to Endymion. He did not acknowledge her presence. "God Endy, I'm so sorry. I feel like a complete ass. I didn't mean to come off like that. You have to understand, I'm not used to communicating my feelings. I needed to show you somehow how I felt. Not just for reuniting me and Mina, but for everything else you've done for me. I need to show you what I feel for you. I want to make love, not screw or fuck, but make love to you, because I'm in love," she whispered.
Endymion stared at her eyes, searching for truth in their blue depths. He saw desire, passion, and another strange emotion he could not place. Could it have been love? Endymion gaze wandered from her perfect face to her wedding ring that was glinting softly in the moonlight. "Fuck the world," he thought savagely as he captured Usagi's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Endymion picked her up and carried her over to his bed, placing her down gently. She moaned softly as his velvet tongue caressed her mouth, urging her to respond. Usagi fumbled with his buttons and let his silk shirt slide soundlessly to the floor. Her hands roamed over the taunt, sinewy flesh of his back. They broke away for a moment, their breathing haggard, as Endymion pulled her shirt over her head. He deftly unclasped her bra, allowing her round, perky breasts to bounce free. He trailed warm kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally over one of her creamy mounds. Usagi let out a small gasp as he took one hard pebble in his mouth, and then the other. He smiled wolfishly as he flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, teasing and pleasuring her. After he tired of this game, he continued downward, placing light kisses on her flat stomach, until... "What are you doing?!" Usagi cried as she pulled Endymion's head away from her most sensitive area by his hair. He gave her a confused look until it finally dawned on him. Usagi always complained about how much her sex life was by "the book." He slithered back until his head was by her ear. "Was Ry- have you only had one man," he whispered softly as his fingers traced tantalizing circles around her erect nipples. "Uh-huh," she whimpered. "Just close your eyes," he replied soothingly and he went back down. Usagi giggled softly as Endymion's hot breath tickled her sex, but the giggles were soon replaced by a low guttural moan as-was that his tongue?!- slipped inside her. She tangled her hands into his thick raven hair, urging him deeper, desperate to take more of this immense pleasure he was giving her. Finally, as her wild moans reached their peak, she arched upward and shakily fell back down unto the satiny sheets. Endymion's face reemerged next to her, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. She gave him a weak smile in return. He kissed her again hungrily, and she enjoyed the sensation of tasting herself on his lips. She gasped as she felt his hard member rubbing against her thigh, straining against the fabric of his boxers. With quivering hands, she slid them off his slender hips and admired his large, erect manhood. Their eyes locked for a moment, and all that could be heard was their low intense breathing. Endymion knew in the back of his mind that this moment was not as perfect as he had hoped it would be. He secretly realized that Usagi's feelings were not as strong and awe-inspiring as his own. But as he reached over for a condom, all that he cared about was that the woman he loved desired him as much as he desired her.
He flipped over onto his back. "Endy, what are you doing?" she cooed. "It's better if you're on top," he whispered huskily. Usagi gave him a seductive smirk and she lowered herself unto his hard, throbbing rod. She moaned as he filled her. She froze for a moment, allowing herself to become accustomed to a larger size than she was used to. Slowly she began a rhythm as old as time. Throughout the darkness all that could be heard was the moans and gasps of two individuals who had had kept their emotions bottled up for far too long.
Endymion smiled as he stroked Usagi's sweat-soaked bangs away from her eyes. He could not remember the last time he had felt so fulfilled. He watched her silently, slightly awed by her astounding beauty, as she lay tangled in his bed sheets, her blonde hair a halo around her. "No matter what Usako, I will protect. I will take you away from all the suffering you have known and we'll start a family and be happy. I swear to you Usagi, Ryan will never hurt again, whether it be physically, emotionally, or just by not loving you as you deserved to be loved. This I promise because I love you," he whispered softly. A soft smile crossed her lips, as she cuddled her face into the fluffy pillows, sinking deeper into sleep.
Endymion slipped off the bed as quietly as possible to not disturb Usagi. He walked stiffly over to the kitchen to prepare some coffee, when something caught his eye. He touched the rose gingerly. It was amazing how long it stayed alive, and disgusting how good care he took of it. He pondered deeply for a moment. Thinking of her, thinking of Usagi, thinking of everything. Finally he broke out of his reverie and walked slowly over to the balcony. The early morning sun reflected off his silky midnight locks. He grasped the rose with his right hand, the thorns making tiny pricks. He looked unflinchingly at the small streams of blood that were now coursing from his palm, down to his wrist. "This is the last time you will cause me pain," he choked out as he threw the ruby flower over the edge and watched as it fell silently to the awakening city below.
"You didn't come home last night, you think you would've called, I was worried sick," Mina complained as Usagi threw herself upside down unto the couch. "Whatever, you weren't worried, you were probably to busy screwing Kunzite," she replied with a smile. Mina's blush verified Usagi's assumption. "So is the guest bed satisfactory?" Usagi pried. "It was above our expectations," she answered dryly. "Good," she replied curtly. "So where were you last night?" Mina questioned, tactfully changing the subject. "If you must know I slept with Endymion and it was the best sex I had ever had," Usagi replied truthfully, challenging Mina to give her a moral lecture. "So when will I hear the divorce papers signing and wedding bells ringing?" she asked with a laugh. "Oh my God Mina, it's nothing like that! I don't even want to think ahead that far. Ever since I was young I thought about the future. Listening to my mind even though I didn't want to. That's one of the reasons I married Ryan. My mother loved him, you know he can be so charming, and before she died of the cancer one of her last wishes was to see me married and taken care of. I think I loved Ryan, I still do, but I wasn't ready for marriage then. Right now I'm listening to the rest of me for a change, and it feels pretty damn good!" she finished emphatically. "Well maybe it's a good thing that you're not serious about Endymion because a girl Kunzite is friends with called him last night. She seemed very interested to find out Kunzite was with Endymion. Now what was her name... Margaret? No. Monica? No. Oh, now I have it: Monique."
Well that's the end of chapter 5! Hope you enjoyed it! I hope this story's not confusing, I promise you all be revealed in time! Also for those who are wondering where Ryan is, he'll be making his presence known soon! Review! Review! Review! I'm hoping to reach 100 reviews after this chapter! Make my dream come true:)