DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAILORMOON. HOWEVER ALL ORGINAL CHARACTERS AND STORYLINE ARE MINE
RATED: R FOR STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE
Hey! My sincere apologizes for the time it took for me to update! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It was most appreciated. However, a major theme throughout the reviews was one of AIDS. Let me remind you that your chance of getting AIDS while wearing a condom is very slim. Actually the only way is through the condom breaking. Just something to keep in mind while you're reading.
Trust Between the Covers
A Slip of the Tongue
Endymion stared at his reflection intently in the mirror. His shocking blue eyes contrasting drastically with his now pale skin. His black hair that mocked the midnight sky lay sweat-soaked upon his forehead as his chest moved in irregular rhythms. He wanted to destroy the image in front of him. Disgust coursed through his veins for the man staring back at him. He was nothing but a whore...a dirty whore. He focused his eyes on the gothic beauty beside him; her hair was tousled and wrapped around her like a black cloak, some strands clinging to her swollen ruby lips. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he felt the skin of his back burning. He turned to get a better look, and his face twisted in repulsion as he noticed the red scratch marks that graced the sensitive skin of his sinewy back. His mind wandered to Usagi and his stomach lurched.
"Oh God..." his mind raced with possibilities.
But one thing was for sure, he had to tell her what he had done. He didn't love Monique, their fuck was completely mindless. Well maybe not completely. Somewhere in the dark corners of his mind that were not crowded with the stuporing effects of cocaine, he loved the power he felt when he pinned Monique against the mattress, embedding himself forcefully within her. It gave him a sort of sick pleasure to use her, just like she had used him. But never again, even now he felt loathing for his actions. He retraced all the actions that took place after he had walked through the door and set his violin down.
"Okay...I looked for Monique, talked to her about the picture...snorted....she took off her top, then he laid her down...shit condom!" Endymion repeated the sequence in his head.
He looked violently around, rummaging through drawers, and flipping over his bedspread.
"Thank you Lord," he breathed a sigh of relief, as he snatched a used condom from underneath his bed and threw it in the trashcan.
He looked at the clock. It was too late to see Usagi now, but he would explain himself to her tomorrow even if he had to stand up on the stage to do it. It didn't matter if Usagi never had any idea what he had done, he would know. Besides what was a relationship without trust?
Usagi lay on her bed, watching her handsome husband move sleekly around their spacious bedroom, removing his watch, untying his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a tanned and hard stomach.
"I got you tickets to the orchestra tomorrow evening. I know how you enjoy it," he said, tidying the dresser.
"Orchestra means Endymion and that means trouble," her mind reminded her.
"Thank you," she replied softly.
His intense green eyes settled upon her form on the bed, her partially exposed chest rose quickly and her blonde hair settled around her like a halo. He couldn't remember the last time she was like this, or perhaps he had just failed to notice.
Usagi watched her husband as he stared intensely upon her. Sometimes she wondered if Ryan knew about him. But she quickly pushed those thoughts out of her mind and out of her heart as she let her husband climb on top of her. She ran her hand down his soft back, and a small smile tugged at her lips as his warm breath tickled her ear. She spread her legs for him, sliding her small hand down his sleek back. She heard the slight rustling as he reached for a condom.
"Ryan, please don't..." she pleaded.
Ryan forcefully pressed his mouth against hers to quiet her muffled pleas.
"Why won't you give me what I so desperately want," she whispered when he broke the kiss.
"I wanted a caring, beautiful, smart, and loving wife. We can't all get what we want," he replied softly.
Usagi closed her eyes, and turned her head away from him. A strangled breath escaped her swollen lips as she felt his member slowly slide into her. And even though she tried to fight it, images of Endymion's muscular build and stormy blue eyes invaded her thoughts.
He was supposed to be at his concert five minutes ago. Endymion cursed softly in frustration as he walked briskly into his bedroom. He jumped back in surprise as the form of Monique, clothed in only a skimpy pair of black lace panties, stood in front of his mirror. A apologize was already half way pass his lips when he decided against it. What was the fucking point of apologizing, she was right, it's not like he hadn't seen it before. However, he noticed features of her body that escaped his lust-clouded glance the first time he laid eyes on her nude figure since she had arrived. Her complexion had always been pale, but now it was almost white, her cheekbones straining against the skin of her face. She had always been on the skinny side, but now her ribs stretched against the flesh of her abdomen, her flaring hips jagged. She was still beautiful, but now she was a wilting flower.
"You should really try to stop snorting," his soft masculine voice pierced the silence of the room like a knife, "you don't look well."
Monique continued to stare at her reflection as she brushed her silky hair. She desperately wanted to tell Endymion everything, but the words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't push them past her lips.
"It's going to kill you," he said as he continued to scrutinize her deteriorating figure.
A faraway look, which seemed to adorn her face so often these days, crossed her features.
Her tongue flicked over her lips and a hoarse melodic whisper penetrated the stuffy quiet of his bedroom.
"Every night
Loaded on wrong
And further from right
Spinning around
Two howling moons
'Cause they're always there
Whatever I do
The river is loaded
I've been there today
Took it some question
He does me again
I'd die in you arms
If you were dead too
Here comes a lie
We will always be true
Bigger you give
Bigger you get
We're boss at denial
But best at forget
Cupboard is empty
We really need food
Summer is winter
And you always knew
I touch your mouth
Your willy is food
Addicted to love
I'm addicted to fools
I kill you once
I kill you again
We're starving and crude
Welcome my friends to
Going up
When coming down
Scratch away
It's the little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
The little things that kill
The little things that kill," she sung as she slipped on a dress and fixed her hair.
Endymion smiled. The words from so long ago reigning familiar in his memory. She was right, the major things in life such as what happened between him and Gianna back in Italy did not kill, the mundane hardships of everyday life where what tore down the human soul and body. It's the little things that kill. She had always told him that she used drugs to escape everyday life, but looking at her frail figure, he knew that her escape would soon be permanent. He had to tell her that he could no longer see her, not only did he not trust himself around her but it was unfair to keep up this charade. He knew deep in his heart that Monique loved him, but his heart was already claimed by another. He would take care of her and any extra money he had would go to her, but they were really never meant to be: Here comes a lie, we'll always be true. They were both clinging to a past that should be forgotten and putting their faith in a future that wasn't really there. But he could not bear to tell her now, she looked so beautiful in her black dress, her hair pulled on top of her head in an elegant bun. Tonight she would be beautiful and feel beautiful, and he would play his song for her. But when the evening was over he was going to tell her everything.
"C'mon we have to go, we're late," he said.
Monique turned to him and she could tell that something was brewing behind his blue eyes. She didn't know what possessed her to grab a picture of Endymion when he was a teenager off his dresser and place it in her purse when he left the room. She walked around the bedroom memorizing every feature as if she knew it was going to be the last time she would see it. She clutched her purse tightly to her side which held the young picture of Endymion, forever keeping him as she had always secretly wanted him to be: innocent.
Ryan hurried Usagi up the steps to the theater house, his grip firm against her soft arm. They were late, by Usagi's fault of course. The spell created by Endymion around her life had made her forgot all her wifely duties that she should have performed when Ryan was away. She had forgotten to get his nice coat dry cleaned, so at the end Ryan begrudgingly submitted to wearing the one he wore on his business trip, which looked completely fine to Usagi. As they skidded through the lobby and prepared to open the doors to the theater itself, they collided with another couple in a hurry.
"Oh sorry," Ryan apologized as his grip loosened on Usagi's arm.
"It's fi-fine," came a very familiar faltering reply.
She reluctantly looked up and the breathtaking form of Endymion stood before him. He looked absolutely dashing in a pair of black pants and sports coat, an open-collared sapphire dress shirt bringing out the intense blue of his eyes.
Monique inwardly gasped and her doe eyes slightly bulged as she noticed Usagi, Ryan's arm lovingly around her. Her glance flicked over to Ryan, but he was busy scrutinizing Endymion.
Endymion quickly recovered. He had to handle this situation in the most delicate way possible. But that was what Endymion was best at, hiding behind a mask, and the curtain was up, it was time to act.
"I'm so glad you could make it," Endymion said, a charming smile upon his lips, as he firmly shook Ryan's hand.
He couldn't pretend he didn't know Usagi, Ryan had expected him to have already fucked her by now.
"You look stunning Usagi," Endymion said as he gave her friendly hug; however, unseen and unheard by anyone else he whispered into her ear, "Meet me in the lobby, alone, before the show starts, I don't care how you have to get there."
Usagi gave him a penetrating stare for a moment before Ryan's voice brought her back to reality.
"And who might you be?" Ryan asked good-naturedly, motioning to a beautiful woman clad in a black halter evening dress that revealed ample cleavage.
Monique and Ryan exchanged a look.
"So this is how he wants to play," she thought to herself.
She gleefully watched as Ryan tried to hide his nervousness behind a patient smile. One slip from her ruby lips, and the shit would hit the fan.
"I'm Monique, Endymion's girlfriend," she finally replied graciously, holding out her delicate hand.
Ryan felt Usagi noticeably stiffen at the term of endearment that Monique had used for herself.
"I'm Ryan Black, and this is my wife, Usagi," he said, distinctly relieved, as he returned the handshake.
"Well I really must be going. I'll meet you in the lobby at the end of the show," Endymion said to Monique, "enjoy the show," he added, giving a nod to Ryan and Usagi.
"In boca al lupo," Monique breathed as she grazed her lips against his cheek.
Endymion gave one more meaningful in Usagi's direction, before going inside.
"Where's your seat?" Ryan asked Monique.
She shuffled through her purse, finally pulling out a ticket stub and handing it to Ryan.
He glanced over quickly.
"What a small world," Ryan said with a smile, "that's right next to us."
Monique arched a thin eyebrow and smiled as she followed him and his wife inside.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to use the restroom," Usagi said politely as she laid her jacket on her seat, and shuffled past Ryan and Monique.
Usagi ran through the speech in her mind, as she took what seemed like the longest walk of her life, up the velvet carpet, back into the lobby.
"I'm sorry Endymion, but I just don't think we should see each other anymore. My husband's back, and I believe it would be for the best if we just broke it off. I know you understand."
Cool. Confident. Concise.
She might put up with a lot of shit, but she would never stand for deceit and infidelity.The hypocrisy of her words falling upon deaf ears and blind eyes.
Usagi took a deep breath as she saw Endymion casually standing in the magnificent marble lobby. The darkness of his dress and hair providing a drastic contrast from the bright marble of the surrounding room.
He took swift confident strides towards her, and before she could even open her mouth, Endymion placed a long finger against her lips.
"I'm already late, but just let me say this. I've never been more regretful in my life. I fucked Monique, not made love to, but fucked. I'm breaking things off, and making her leave. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness and tell you that I love you, more than anything in the world. I'll explain everything, and tell you everything in time, if you give me the chance. Please don't say a word, just listen during the show. Just listen."
And with that, he removed his finger, and whisked off down the carpet and through the stage door. However, his last words were most unnecessary. He had rendered Usagi speechless.
Usagi walked slightly dazed back to her seat. She noticed with dull amazement that Ryan and Monique's seats were empty.
"I suppose they went to the bathroom," she thought indifferently.
She settled herself into her seat, and casually flipped through the pamphlet.
"Hmm...Endymion has three solos," she thought with a smile, trying to suppress the pride and adoration that was starting to well up inside her.
"Miss...Miss, is this seat taken?"
Usagi looked up quickly and her eyes met with a vaguely familiar jawbone and haunting eyes. She couldn't quite place him though...
"It's just that my ticket reads that I should be sitting there," he said, waving a hand to where Monique's purse lay.
"I'm sorry," Usagi replied breaking out of her reverie and rummaging through her husband's coat pocket.
"I'll read the ticket," she mumbled, as she searched through the pocket.
Usagi froze as her hand wrapped around a shape that was very familiar. She removed her hand quickly, as though it had burned her, and continued her search until she found the elusive ticket. Her eyes swept over the row and seat number, and her hand tightened around the paper. It was the wrong seat. Ryan had wanted Monique next to him. Fury and shame burnt in her cheeks as blood rushed to them.
"It's okay miss, I'll sit up a few rows, there are always a few empty seats," the man replied swiftly, noticing the state she was in. And he hurried away quickly as though afraid to be seen.
She crumpled up the ticket in her hand, and dove back into the pocket, pulling out the packet aforementioned.
She stared at the condom in her hand in disbelief. This was the coat Ryan had worn on his business trip, why the hell would he need a condom in his pocket? She stuffed the condom angrily into her purse. Millions of questions turned and twisted about her mind as her gaze focused on the empty seat next to her which should have been occupied by her husband.
"What the hell are you doing here? I have to piss," Monique said impatiently to the man that was blocking her entrance to the ladies' room.
"I have to talk to you. I need you again, I don't care when. I can give you anything you want. I will not deny anything from you....if you don't deny anything from me," Ryan said huskily, as he ran a finger down her jawbone, her graceful neck, and finally the side of her breast.
"I have Endymion," she replied coldly, as she firmly pushed him away, and walked haughtily into the bathroom.
Ryan cursed under his breath. He was not good with handling rejection.
Usagi did not say a word to Ryan or Monique when the sidled into their seats, after the lights had already been dimmed.
She sat breathless throughout the show. Endymion's first solo which was of Coldplay's "Trouble" was absolute brilliant. Endymion was going to be big, and judging by the gleeful look on Monique's face, she knew it too.
Usagi sat stoically in her seat during his second solo, which was his song for Monique. She could hear Monique telling anyone who would listen that Endymion had written that especially for her.
"Listen, just listen. What so I can hear of his undying lust for his gothic beauty?" Usagi thought bitterly.
However, her heart jumped to her throat as Endymion's hoarse voice reverberated around the room. The musicians never spoke.
"This is my last piece of the evening. And I would just like to say that it is the most special and dearest to my heart," he said, and Usagi swore that his stormy eyes settled upon her during the last phrase.
Monique sat in anticipation, wondering if it was a new piece for her, inspired by their love-making, however, the smirk quickly fell off her face as she heard the beginning melody. It was nothing of their passion, or her beauty. It spoke of something more vibrant and bright. Something more like.....Usagi. A jealousy rose from her chest like a monster, making it almost hard to breathe.
Usagi sat in wonder as she heard their song. Endymion was telling the world, and most especially Monique, that he did not want to be her invisible lover any longer, and he spoke his love of her to everyone in the room. Usagi smiled and just listened.
Listen.
Monique swept out of the concert hall quite ruffled. She ran up to Endymion, but Usagi could not hear what was being said over the bustling and murmur of the crowd, as the worked their way out.
Usagi watched as Endymion silenced her with a finger upon her lips. She watched as he stood proudly, shoulders back, and he only talked for a few moments before she saw Monique's shoulders slump, and her slender hands fly to her face.
Endymion placed a reluctant hand upon her shoulder before walking away forever.
She was about to go walk to Endymion, but a blonde man got to him first. They exchanged greetings, but she saw Motoki's brilliant white smile flicker, as he threw a cautious glance towards Monique's direction. Motoki walked towards Monique, and Usagi rushed to get to Endymion, but alas she lost him amongst the swarming crowd.
"You told him, didn't you?! Didn't you?!" Monique demanded of Motoki, her voice shaking with rage.
"I didn't tell him anything. In fact I was going to tonight, but he told me to save my breath, and that he had already done the right thing. But don't worry, you're still be a dark angel in his eyes," he bit back.
"Now I have no one. I have no money, and right when Endymion was going to make it big, I was going to be right by his side, living the life I deserve. I was with him when he had nothing!" she said, choking on self-pity.
"Yeah and you also left him when he had nothing and was in the lowest state of his life," he reminded her.
"You are a cruel bastard! I have nothing and no one and I'm going to die alone!" she wailed.
"What's wrong Monique? I do believe it looks as though you might cry," Motoki said softly.
Monique gave him a bitter smile that did not reach her eyes. It had gone full circle.
Monique caught sight of Ryan as he made his way across the lobby in search of his golden-haired wife. Her heart sunk as she swallowed the last of her pride.
"Hey Ryan," she whispered seductively as she cut off his progress.
"You know, I was thinking during the show of what a mistake I made. I cannot believe I wanted a pussy like Endymion over you," she purred as her hands slid down his chest and grazed against his now slightly hard manhood.
"You don't have to do anything about Usagi now. I just need you. Tonight. Well, what am I wasting words for, you can just see for yourself," she smiled, as she took his hand, worked it through one of her slits, placing it between her legs.
"Can you feel how wet I am?" she whispered into his ear as she tightened her muscles around him.
"Hold on one second," he grinned devilishly as he made his way over to his waiting and oblivious wife.
"I'm so sorry Usagi, but I just got an urgent call from work. I have to go to my office right away. They sent important papers there, and they said I have to review them, right now. It shouldn't take that long, but I don't want you waiting up for me," he explained, his voice laced with sweetness and regret.
"And I was so looking forward to ravaging you," he whispered, as he ran a hand along her thigh.
Her body tensed under his touch.
"Of course," she replied coldly.
"Don't worry, Motoki will give me a ride home," she said motioning to the blonde haired man that was standing a few feet behind her.
Ryan's jaw stiffened and his green eyes became ice as he glared at Motoki.
He gave her a disapproving look that foretold of a beating.
"Of course," he replied coldly.
Usagi challenged him with a searching look of her own, before walking towards Motoki, deliberately looping her arm through his.
As she turned around to give a parting glance to her husband, her eyes locked with the stunning blue of dark haired man standing behind him.
"I forgive you," she mouthed simply as she followed Motoki into the cold dark night.
Endymion smiled as his heart lightened. Everything was going to be okay.
Monique sat quietly on the hotel bed. With shaking hands, she unhooked the back of her dress, letting it slid off her shoulders, revealing a jutting collar bone and round pert breasts.
Ryan stared at her unashamed, finally settling on her eyes. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"I never thought I would see you self-conscious," he whispered as he removed his shirt revealing a hard tanned stomach.
He laid her down and climbed on top her. She breathed slowly and evenly as her nipples brushed against his toned torso.
He spread her creamy legs, and lifted one up, wrapping it around his hips, as he rocked his clothed pelvis against the satiny fabric of her underwear.
"Don't forget the condom," she breathed.
Ryan reached for his coat, and searched through his pockets. However, he began to get frantic, as the realization that there was no condom in his pocket washed over him.
"I don't know where the fuck it is," he cursed angrily, throwing the coat off the bed.
"Can you get pregnant?" he asked roughly.
"No..no...I had an unfortunate abortion a couple years ago. It left me unable to bear children," she replied softly.
"Well then there's no problem. Unless...you're not lying to me are you," he asked sweetly, as he forcefully grabbed her chin between his thumb and fore-finger, jerking her head up to meet his eyes.
"Why the hell would I want to get fat, only to have little sniveling brat running around," she said as best as she could under his grip.
"My sentiments exactly," Ryan said loosening his hold.
He returned to his former position. Monique bit her bottom lip as she heard the sound of a zipper magnified in the tiny room.
"Wait..stop," she said, placing a small palm against his chest.
"What now?" he asked impatiently.
Everything was on the tip of her tongue, but before a word could be spoken, an idea entered her mind. A horribly selfish idea. Ryan was her last chance of being taken care of. It didn't matter if she was labeled a murderer. She had murdered Gianna, well according to Motoki anyway, and her unborn child. Besides it was about time Karma paid Ryan a little visit.
"Nothing," she whispered as a glazed look passed over her eyes, and she arched herself to him.
"Hmm...what is Endymion going to think of his dirty little girl," Ryan moaned as he brutally pounded in and out of her.
"Ahh..it..ah..doesn't matter. He's sooo in love with Usagi apparently..ooh," she said bitterly meeting his thrusts.
However her body froze immediately as she realized what she had spoken.
"What did you say?" Ryan demanded softly.
Well that's it for this chapter! Sorry it was a little short, but it was Part B. Please review because the next chapter is going to be the longest of the entire story, and it's going to be a trial to write. Your reviews really help! The song that Monique sings to Endymion is "The Little Things" by Bush. Also "In boco al lupo" is an Italian expression meaning good luck.
-PinkMoonBeam
RATED: R FOR STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE
Hey! My sincere apologizes for the time it took for me to update! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It was most appreciated. However, a major theme throughout the reviews was one of AIDS. Let me remind you that your chance of getting AIDS while wearing a condom is very slim. Actually the only way is through the condom breaking. Just something to keep in mind while you're reading.
Trust Between the Covers
A Slip of the Tongue
Endymion stared at his reflection intently in the mirror. His shocking blue eyes contrasting drastically with his now pale skin. His black hair that mocked the midnight sky lay sweat-soaked upon his forehead as his chest moved in irregular rhythms. He wanted to destroy the image in front of him. Disgust coursed through his veins for the man staring back at him. He was nothing but a whore...a dirty whore. He focused his eyes on the gothic beauty beside him; her hair was tousled and wrapped around her like a black cloak, some strands clinging to her swollen ruby lips. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he felt the skin of his back burning. He turned to get a better look, and his face twisted in repulsion as he noticed the red scratch marks that graced the sensitive skin of his sinewy back. His mind wandered to Usagi and his stomach lurched.
"Oh God..." his mind raced with possibilities.
But one thing was for sure, he had to tell her what he had done. He didn't love Monique, their fuck was completely mindless. Well maybe not completely. Somewhere in the dark corners of his mind that were not crowded with the stuporing effects of cocaine, he loved the power he felt when he pinned Monique against the mattress, embedding himself forcefully within her. It gave him a sort of sick pleasure to use her, just like she had used him. But never again, even now he felt loathing for his actions. He retraced all the actions that took place after he had walked through the door and set his violin down.
"Okay...I looked for Monique, talked to her about the picture...snorted....she took off her top, then he laid her down...shit condom!" Endymion repeated the sequence in his head.
He looked violently around, rummaging through drawers, and flipping over his bedspread.
"Thank you Lord," he breathed a sigh of relief, as he snatched a used condom from underneath his bed and threw it in the trashcan.
He looked at the clock. It was too late to see Usagi now, but he would explain himself to her tomorrow even if he had to stand up on the stage to do it. It didn't matter if Usagi never had any idea what he had done, he would know. Besides what was a relationship without trust?
Usagi lay on her bed, watching her handsome husband move sleekly around their spacious bedroom, removing his watch, untying his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a tanned and hard stomach.
"I got you tickets to the orchestra tomorrow evening. I know how you enjoy it," he said, tidying the dresser.
"Orchestra means Endymion and that means trouble," her mind reminded her.
"Thank you," she replied softly.
His intense green eyes settled upon her form on the bed, her partially exposed chest rose quickly and her blonde hair settled around her like a halo. He couldn't remember the last time she was like this, or perhaps he had just failed to notice.
Usagi watched her husband as he stared intensely upon her. Sometimes she wondered if Ryan knew about him. But she quickly pushed those thoughts out of her mind and out of her heart as she let her husband climb on top of her. She ran her hand down his soft back, and a small smile tugged at her lips as his warm breath tickled her ear. She spread her legs for him, sliding her small hand down his sleek back. She heard the slight rustling as he reached for a condom.
"Ryan, please don't..." she pleaded.
Ryan forcefully pressed his mouth against hers to quiet her muffled pleas.
"Why won't you give me what I so desperately want," she whispered when he broke the kiss.
"I wanted a caring, beautiful, smart, and loving wife. We can't all get what we want," he replied softly.
Usagi closed her eyes, and turned her head away from him. A strangled breath escaped her swollen lips as she felt his member slowly slide into her. And even though she tried to fight it, images of Endymion's muscular build and stormy blue eyes invaded her thoughts.
He was supposed to be at his concert five minutes ago. Endymion cursed softly in frustration as he walked briskly into his bedroom. He jumped back in surprise as the form of Monique, clothed in only a skimpy pair of black lace panties, stood in front of his mirror. A apologize was already half way pass his lips when he decided against it. What was the fucking point of apologizing, she was right, it's not like he hadn't seen it before. However, he noticed features of her body that escaped his lust-clouded glance the first time he laid eyes on her nude figure since she had arrived. Her complexion had always been pale, but now it was almost white, her cheekbones straining against the skin of her face. She had always been on the skinny side, but now her ribs stretched against the flesh of her abdomen, her flaring hips jagged. She was still beautiful, but now she was a wilting flower.
"You should really try to stop snorting," his soft masculine voice pierced the silence of the room like a knife, "you don't look well."
Monique continued to stare at her reflection as she brushed her silky hair. She desperately wanted to tell Endymion everything, but the words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't push them past her lips.
"It's going to kill you," he said as he continued to scrutinize her deteriorating figure.
A faraway look, which seemed to adorn her face so often these days, crossed her features.
Her tongue flicked over her lips and a hoarse melodic whisper penetrated the stuffy quiet of his bedroom.
"Every night
Loaded on wrong
And further from right
Spinning around
Two howling moons
'Cause they're always there
Whatever I do
The river is loaded
I've been there today
Took it some question
He does me again
I'd die in you arms
If you were dead too
Here comes a lie
We will always be true
Bigger you give
Bigger you get
We're boss at denial
But best at forget
Cupboard is empty
We really need food
Summer is winter
And you always knew
I touch your mouth
Your willy is food
Addicted to love
I'm addicted to fools
I kill you once
I kill you again
We're starving and crude
Welcome my friends to
Going up
When coming down
Scratch away
It's the little things that kill
Tearing at my brains again
The little things that kill
The little things that kill," she sung as she slipped on a dress and fixed her hair.
Endymion smiled. The words from so long ago reigning familiar in his memory. She was right, the major things in life such as what happened between him and Gianna back in Italy did not kill, the mundane hardships of everyday life where what tore down the human soul and body. It's the little things that kill. She had always told him that she used drugs to escape everyday life, but looking at her frail figure, he knew that her escape would soon be permanent. He had to tell her that he could no longer see her, not only did he not trust himself around her but it was unfair to keep up this charade. He knew deep in his heart that Monique loved him, but his heart was already claimed by another. He would take care of her and any extra money he had would go to her, but they were really never meant to be: Here comes a lie, we'll always be true. They were both clinging to a past that should be forgotten and putting their faith in a future that wasn't really there. But he could not bear to tell her now, she looked so beautiful in her black dress, her hair pulled on top of her head in an elegant bun. Tonight she would be beautiful and feel beautiful, and he would play his song for her. But when the evening was over he was going to tell her everything.
"C'mon we have to go, we're late," he said.
Monique turned to him and she could tell that something was brewing behind his blue eyes. She didn't know what possessed her to grab a picture of Endymion when he was a teenager off his dresser and place it in her purse when he left the room. She walked around the bedroom memorizing every feature as if she knew it was going to be the last time she would see it. She clutched her purse tightly to her side which held the young picture of Endymion, forever keeping him as she had always secretly wanted him to be: innocent.
Ryan hurried Usagi up the steps to the theater house, his grip firm against her soft arm. They were late, by Usagi's fault of course. The spell created by Endymion around her life had made her forgot all her wifely duties that she should have performed when Ryan was away. She had forgotten to get his nice coat dry cleaned, so at the end Ryan begrudgingly submitted to wearing the one he wore on his business trip, which looked completely fine to Usagi. As they skidded through the lobby and prepared to open the doors to the theater itself, they collided with another couple in a hurry.
"Oh sorry," Ryan apologized as his grip loosened on Usagi's arm.
"It's fi-fine," came a very familiar faltering reply.
She reluctantly looked up and the breathtaking form of Endymion stood before him. He looked absolutely dashing in a pair of black pants and sports coat, an open-collared sapphire dress shirt bringing out the intense blue of his eyes.
Monique inwardly gasped and her doe eyes slightly bulged as she noticed Usagi, Ryan's arm lovingly around her. Her glance flicked over to Ryan, but he was busy scrutinizing Endymion.
Endymion quickly recovered. He had to handle this situation in the most delicate way possible. But that was what Endymion was best at, hiding behind a mask, and the curtain was up, it was time to act.
"I'm so glad you could make it," Endymion said, a charming smile upon his lips, as he firmly shook Ryan's hand.
He couldn't pretend he didn't know Usagi, Ryan had expected him to have already fucked her by now.
"You look stunning Usagi," Endymion said as he gave her friendly hug; however, unseen and unheard by anyone else he whispered into her ear, "Meet me in the lobby, alone, before the show starts, I don't care how you have to get there."
Usagi gave him a penetrating stare for a moment before Ryan's voice brought her back to reality.
"And who might you be?" Ryan asked good-naturedly, motioning to a beautiful woman clad in a black halter evening dress that revealed ample cleavage.
Monique and Ryan exchanged a look.
"So this is how he wants to play," she thought to herself.
She gleefully watched as Ryan tried to hide his nervousness behind a patient smile. One slip from her ruby lips, and the shit would hit the fan.
"I'm Monique, Endymion's girlfriend," she finally replied graciously, holding out her delicate hand.
Ryan felt Usagi noticeably stiffen at the term of endearment that Monique had used for herself.
"I'm Ryan Black, and this is my wife, Usagi," he said, distinctly relieved, as he returned the handshake.
"Well I really must be going. I'll meet you in the lobby at the end of the show," Endymion said to Monique, "enjoy the show," he added, giving a nod to Ryan and Usagi.
"In boca al lupo," Monique breathed as she grazed her lips against his cheek.
Endymion gave one more meaningful in Usagi's direction, before going inside.
"Where's your seat?" Ryan asked Monique.
She shuffled through her purse, finally pulling out a ticket stub and handing it to Ryan.
He glanced over quickly.
"What a small world," Ryan said with a smile, "that's right next to us."
Monique arched a thin eyebrow and smiled as she followed him and his wife inside.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to use the restroom," Usagi said politely as she laid her jacket on her seat, and shuffled past Ryan and Monique.
Usagi ran through the speech in her mind, as she took what seemed like the longest walk of her life, up the velvet carpet, back into the lobby.
"I'm sorry Endymion, but I just don't think we should see each other anymore. My husband's back, and I believe it would be for the best if we just broke it off. I know you understand."
Cool. Confident. Concise.
She might put up with a lot of shit, but she would never stand for deceit and infidelity.The hypocrisy of her words falling upon deaf ears and blind eyes.
Usagi took a deep breath as she saw Endymion casually standing in the magnificent marble lobby. The darkness of his dress and hair providing a drastic contrast from the bright marble of the surrounding room.
He took swift confident strides towards her, and before she could even open her mouth, Endymion placed a long finger against her lips.
"I'm already late, but just let me say this. I've never been more regretful in my life. I fucked Monique, not made love to, but fucked. I'm breaking things off, and making her leave. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness and tell you that I love you, more than anything in the world. I'll explain everything, and tell you everything in time, if you give me the chance. Please don't say a word, just listen during the show. Just listen."
And with that, he removed his finger, and whisked off down the carpet and through the stage door. However, his last words were most unnecessary. He had rendered Usagi speechless.
Usagi walked slightly dazed back to her seat. She noticed with dull amazement that Ryan and Monique's seats were empty.
"I suppose they went to the bathroom," she thought indifferently.
She settled herself into her seat, and casually flipped through the pamphlet.
"Hmm...Endymion has three solos," she thought with a smile, trying to suppress the pride and adoration that was starting to well up inside her.
"Miss...Miss, is this seat taken?"
Usagi looked up quickly and her eyes met with a vaguely familiar jawbone and haunting eyes. She couldn't quite place him though...
"It's just that my ticket reads that I should be sitting there," he said, waving a hand to where Monique's purse lay.
"I'm sorry," Usagi replied breaking out of her reverie and rummaging through her husband's coat pocket.
"I'll read the ticket," she mumbled, as she searched through the pocket.
Usagi froze as her hand wrapped around a shape that was very familiar. She removed her hand quickly, as though it had burned her, and continued her search until she found the elusive ticket. Her eyes swept over the row and seat number, and her hand tightened around the paper. It was the wrong seat. Ryan had wanted Monique next to him. Fury and shame burnt in her cheeks as blood rushed to them.
"It's okay miss, I'll sit up a few rows, there are always a few empty seats," the man replied swiftly, noticing the state she was in. And he hurried away quickly as though afraid to be seen.
She crumpled up the ticket in her hand, and dove back into the pocket, pulling out the packet aforementioned.
She stared at the condom in her hand in disbelief. This was the coat Ryan had worn on his business trip, why the hell would he need a condom in his pocket? She stuffed the condom angrily into her purse. Millions of questions turned and twisted about her mind as her gaze focused on the empty seat next to her which should have been occupied by her husband.
"What the hell are you doing here? I have to piss," Monique said impatiently to the man that was blocking her entrance to the ladies' room.
"I have to talk to you. I need you again, I don't care when. I can give you anything you want. I will not deny anything from you....if you don't deny anything from me," Ryan said huskily, as he ran a finger down her jawbone, her graceful neck, and finally the side of her breast.
"I have Endymion," she replied coldly, as she firmly pushed him away, and walked haughtily into the bathroom.
Ryan cursed under his breath. He was not good with handling rejection.
Usagi did not say a word to Ryan or Monique when the sidled into their seats, after the lights had already been dimmed.
She sat breathless throughout the show. Endymion's first solo which was of Coldplay's "Trouble" was absolute brilliant. Endymion was going to be big, and judging by the gleeful look on Monique's face, she knew it too.
Usagi sat stoically in her seat during his second solo, which was his song for Monique. She could hear Monique telling anyone who would listen that Endymion had written that especially for her.
"Listen, just listen. What so I can hear of his undying lust for his gothic beauty?" Usagi thought bitterly.
However, her heart jumped to her throat as Endymion's hoarse voice reverberated around the room. The musicians never spoke.
"This is my last piece of the evening. And I would just like to say that it is the most special and dearest to my heart," he said, and Usagi swore that his stormy eyes settled upon her during the last phrase.
Monique sat in anticipation, wondering if it was a new piece for her, inspired by their love-making, however, the smirk quickly fell off her face as she heard the beginning melody. It was nothing of their passion, or her beauty. It spoke of something more vibrant and bright. Something more like.....Usagi. A jealousy rose from her chest like a monster, making it almost hard to breathe.
Usagi sat in wonder as she heard their song. Endymion was telling the world, and most especially Monique, that he did not want to be her invisible lover any longer, and he spoke his love of her to everyone in the room. Usagi smiled and just listened.
Listen.
Monique swept out of the concert hall quite ruffled. She ran up to Endymion, but Usagi could not hear what was being said over the bustling and murmur of the crowd, as the worked their way out.
Usagi watched as Endymion silenced her with a finger upon her lips. She watched as he stood proudly, shoulders back, and he only talked for a few moments before she saw Monique's shoulders slump, and her slender hands fly to her face.
Endymion placed a reluctant hand upon her shoulder before walking away forever.
She was about to go walk to Endymion, but a blonde man got to him first. They exchanged greetings, but she saw Motoki's brilliant white smile flicker, as he threw a cautious glance towards Monique's direction. Motoki walked towards Monique, and Usagi rushed to get to Endymion, but alas she lost him amongst the swarming crowd.
"You told him, didn't you?! Didn't you?!" Monique demanded of Motoki, her voice shaking with rage.
"I didn't tell him anything. In fact I was going to tonight, but he told me to save my breath, and that he had already done the right thing. But don't worry, you're still be a dark angel in his eyes," he bit back.
"Now I have no one. I have no money, and right when Endymion was going to make it big, I was going to be right by his side, living the life I deserve. I was with him when he had nothing!" she said, choking on self-pity.
"Yeah and you also left him when he had nothing and was in the lowest state of his life," he reminded her.
"You are a cruel bastard! I have nothing and no one and I'm going to die alone!" she wailed.
"What's wrong Monique? I do believe it looks as though you might cry," Motoki said softly.
Monique gave him a bitter smile that did not reach her eyes. It had gone full circle.
Monique caught sight of Ryan as he made his way across the lobby in search of his golden-haired wife. Her heart sunk as she swallowed the last of her pride.
"Hey Ryan," she whispered seductively as she cut off his progress.
"You know, I was thinking during the show of what a mistake I made. I cannot believe I wanted a pussy like Endymion over you," she purred as her hands slid down his chest and grazed against his now slightly hard manhood.
"You don't have to do anything about Usagi now. I just need you. Tonight. Well, what am I wasting words for, you can just see for yourself," she smiled, as she took his hand, worked it through one of her slits, placing it between her legs.
"Can you feel how wet I am?" she whispered into his ear as she tightened her muscles around him.
"Hold on one second," he grinned devilishly as he made his way over to his waiting and oblivious wife.
"I'm so sorry Usagi, but I just got an urgent call from work. I have to go to my office right away. They sent important papers there, and they said I have to review them, right now. It shouldn't take that long, but I don't want you waiting up for me," he explained, his voice laced with sweetness and regret.
"And I was so looking forward to ravaging you," he whispered, as he ran a hand along her thigh.
Her body tensed under his touch.
"Of course," she replied coldly.
"Don't worry, Motoki will give me a ride home," she said motioning to the blonde haired man that was standing a few feet behind her.
Ryan's jaw stiffened and his green eyes became ice as he glared at Motoki.
He gave her a disapproving look that foretold of a beating.
"Of course," he replied coldly.
Usagi challenged him with a searching look of her own, before walking towards Motoki, deliberately looping her arm through his.
As she turned around to give a parting glance to her husband, her eyes locked with the stunning blue of dark haired man standing behind him.
"I forgive you," she mouthed simply as she followed Motoki into the cold dark night.
Endymion smiled as his heart lightened. Everything was going to be okay.
Monique sat quietly on the hotel bed. With shaking hands, she unhooked the back of her dress, letting it slid off her shoulders, revealing a jutting collar bone and round pert breasts.
Ryan stared at her unashamed, finally settling on her eyes. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"I never thought I would see you self-conscious," he whispered as he removed his shirt revealing a hard tanned stomach.
He laid her down and climbed on top her. She breathed slowly and evenly as her nipples brushed against his toned torso.
He spread her creamy legs, and lifted one up, wrapping it around his hips, as he rocked his clothed pelvis against the satiny fabric of her underwear.
"Don't forget the condom," she breathed.
Ryan reached for his coat, and searched through his pockets. However, he began to get frantic, as the realization that there was no condom in his pocket washed over him.
"I don't know where the fuck it is," he cursed angrily, throwing the coat off the bed.
"Can you get pregnant?" he asked roughly.
"No..no...I had an unfortunate abortion a couple years ago. It left me unable to bear children," she replied softly.
"Well then there's no problem. Unless...you're not lying to me are you," he asked sweetly, as he forcefully grabbed her chin between his thumb and fore-finger, jerking her head up to meet his eyes.
"Why the hell would I want to get fat, only to have little sniveling brat running around," she said as best as she could under his grip.
"My sentiments exactly," Ryan said loosening his hold.
He returned to his former position. Monique bit her bottom lip as she heard the sound of a zipper magnified in the tiny room.
"Wait..stop," she said, placing a small palm against his chest.
"What now?" he asked impatiently.
Everything was on the tip of her tongue, but before a word could be spoken, an idea entered her mind. A horribly selfish idea. Ryan was her last chance of being taken care of. It didn't matter if she was labeled a murderer. She had murdered Gianna, well according to Motoki anyway, and her unborn child. Besides it was about time Karma paid Ryan a little visit.
"Nothing," she whispered as a glazed look passed over her eyes, and she arched herself to him.
"Hmm...what is Endymion going to think of his dirty little girl," Ryan moaned as he brutally pounded in and out of her.
"Ahh..it..ah..doesn't matter. He's sooo in love with Usagi apparently..ooh," she said bitterly meeting his thrusts.
However her body froze immediately as she realized what she had spoken.
"What did you say?" Ryan demanded softly.
Well that's it for this chapter! Sorry it was a little short, but it was Part B. Please review because the next chapter is going to be the longest of the entire story, and it's going to be a trial to write. Your reviews really help! The song that Monique sings to Endymion is "The Little Things" by Bush. Also "In boco al lupo" is an Italian expression meaning good luck.
-PinkMoonBeam