Hi again everyone! After working on several chapters of "Slave", I desperately began yearning to update this story.. so here it is! I might alternate between the two, or work on one more than the other.. I have no clue what I'm gonna do honestly x..x. It's been so very long since I wrote anything for this… I had to re-read the entire thing to remember what the heck happened, lol.

Note: This chapter may seem a little confusing, and for that I apologize. The parts where Draco and Usagi are talking and there are italicized comments, that would be "the voice." You'll see what I mean when you read the chapter.

Oh these lyrics truly go well with this chapter I think with describing Draco's perspective on things…After you read the whole chapter you'll see what I mean ;)

( Little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
He promised I would find a little solace and some peace of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so...

Desperate and ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless over you... )

—A Perfect Circle, "Weak and Powerless"

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Desiring Need...
P o w e r

"Moon Tiara Action!"

The monster howled in pain, obliterating into dust. It was the second monster that day, and the sixth that week. Indeed, their numbers were increasing rapidly.

"This is getting kinda tedious," Sailor Mars complained. "I'm so backed up on homework with all these random attacks."

"I know," Sailor Venus sniffled dramatically. "I haven't gotten around to much homework either."

"But how is that different from any other day?" Sailor Mercury pointed out logically. Venus stuck out her tongue, untransforming. The other girls followed, letting their transformations drop. "We should head back to class again, I suppose," Ami suggested.

Usagi groaned. "Wonderful, I finally get to miss Potions and you suggest we 'head back'."

Despite the semi-unanimous desire to not do this, they decided it was for the best to not fall too far behind, and agreed to return to their separate classes.

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Professor Snape held back a sigh of relief upon seeing Usagi enter the classroom. Despite his naturally cold demeanor, he would still have been devastated should anything happen to her, or any of the people involved in this situation. Too much depended on all of them at this point...

"Welcome back, Miss Tsukino. I trust Mr. Malfoy will inform you on the lesson you missed," he said with a deceiving air of indifference.

"Of course," Draco drawled, smirking slightly.

Usagi rolled her eyes as she took a seat next to him, but smiled nonetheless. Things had been going fairly good between her and Draco, and for that she was grateful. Despite the increased number of youma appearances, things had been quite nice. All of the girls had gotten much closer, and her relationship with Draco was going a lot more smoothly.

"How was it?" he asked quietly. Snape had begun to drone on once again, telling the differences between snake venom and poisonous potions.

"Same as always," she replied, "just starting to get tired of seeing so many. I know there's five of us, but even so..." She giggled slightly. "We need an army or something to sick on the youmas so we don't have to fight some of the days."

Draco snorted slightly, though he contemplated other thoughts. He was tired of it as well, being so useless towards helping the cause. No... it was not even the cause he cared about at times. Merely, he felt inferior towards a mere bunch of girls. Although guilt and regret should have been the choice feelings towards having these thoughts, he felt more angered than any of these weakening emotions. "If there's any way I could be of assistance with it..." He trailed off upon seeing her shake her head several times.

"Iie, daijoubu. We have it under control," she said with a small smile. "Besides, they are getting stronger...There's really not much anyone else can do." She paused, offering him a bigger grin. "Besides, just coming back to you each time is more than enough assistance for me."

Draco raised an eyebrow, pretending to be amused and happy by the comment. Deep down, however, his anger stirred deeper. Support. Comfort. Weren't those the inferior qualities a woman should have? This was getting quite ridiculous...

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"Oh indeed, this is getting fairly interesting," Psylek mused with a gleam in his eyes. "I've barely had to influence any of his thoughts, Mistress Beryl. All of these feelings of contempt and weakness are pretty much generated within his own mind."

A full, crescent moon smile spread across her ruby lips. "Oh? And what does this mean for us?" she asked eagerly.

Psylek glanced at her, his deep-set eyes swirling with amusement and anticipation. "I believe it means, things should be rather easy for our next course of action."

A laugh escaped from those deep red lips, as well as a single word. "Excellent."

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"You've got to be kidding me! Another attack already," Usagi groaned, hearing a shrill scream. She truly wished she had gone to bed earlier last night, already rather tired. It was mid-afternoon, and a youma attack was the last thing she wished for that day. She quickly excused herself from the history class, transforming as she left.

"Let me go!" cried the first year Slytherin boy the youma clutched. This youma greatly resembled a humanoid tree, mahogany bark as its skin, slithering, grayish roots encircling its torso. The blue eyes of the young boy filled with fear as the youma began to speak. "You wear the housse colors of the one I seek," it hissed cryptically.

"Help!" he wailed pitifully.

"Let him go!" Sailor Moon demanded, charging forward. "Moon Tiara Action!" The branch-like arm that gripped the helpless first year was swiftly severed, withering like a dying weed.

"You are not the one I seek," it hissed, shooting out a powerful ball of dust-like energy. Sailor Moon yelped as she narrowly avoided it. Watching as a piece of her skirt deteriorated upon coming in contact with it, she gulped nervously.

"Akriyo Taisan!"

A scrolled charm-like paper stuck fast upon the youma's head, causing it to shriek with pain. Its entire body withered significantly.

Sailor Moon cast a grateful look to Sailor Mars, who smiled warmly in turn. Usagi's smile deepened upon seeing Draco standing next to her. He and Rei had several classes together, this time being one of them. "You!" the youma hissed with a barely masked glee. It shot a withered branch-like arm out to Draco, slow in its pace as it was severely damaged by Mars.

"Don't touch him!" Sailor Moon yelled angrily. "Moon Tiara Action!" A growl of pain emanated from the monster as its "arm" was cut off yet again.

Draco couldn't help a mocking, bemused expression. "My, my Usagi… so possessive of me," he quipped. She stuck out her tongue, hiding her smile.

"Looks like we weren't needed," whined Sailor Venus, accompanied with Sailor Mercury. The creature had disintegrated into a pile of broken twigs and crumpled leaves. In the midst of that pile, however, was a tiny bud. It glowed dimly, pulsating softly as the seconds ticked by.

"Back to class!" cheered Sailor Moon with mock excitement.

"Wait," Sailor Mars said abruptly, motioning for everyone to remain still. Something was still there… she could sense the presence of a youma.

"The joys of nature," whispered the pile of withered leaves, "is the beauty of rebirth among death…You all let your guard down far too easily!" The dust swirled into a blinding tempest, causing them all to cough and shield their eyes. "You," it hissed again, extending its leafy arm to encircle Draco's chest tightly.

His sharp groan of pain sounded above the swirls of dust. "Draco," Sailor Moon cried out, trying desperately to open her eyes amid the dust storm.

Draco struggled against the constricting branch-like binding, much to no avail.

' So weak…'

Draco heard a voice speaking softly in his mind as his consciousness began to dwindle.

' Is this what I'm to expect from a powerful Malfoy? Quivering behind the skirts of a bunch of petty girls… Unable to even defend himself…So weak... '

"I'm not…weak…" he growled out, struggling in earnest.

' Oh really…? Prove it… You can't, can you…?' The voice snickered softly. ' So very weak…'

Draco's vision blacked out, his head lulling to the side as darkness took over.

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Draco looked around uncertainly. "Where am I?" he muttered, surveying the area. Deep swirls of a black mist ensconced the vast area, although slowly it began to fade. Materializing in its stead was a room, luxurious in its appearance. It was a 'green' room, as there was no other way of adequately describing this place; the chairs, tables, and bed that were evident here were all varied shades of light and dark green.

"Do you like it?" asked a deep voice. It was the same taunting voice Draco recalled hearing before losing consciousness… Was this the result of that? He turned sharply, but saw no one. "Over here," sing-songed the voice. Turning back to his original position, he saw a man with dark sapphire hair, sitting comfortably in a cushioned jade chair. "Hello, Draco," he greeted with a pleasant smile.

"What is this? And who are you?" Draco demanded.

"And why are you here, and how did you get here, and so on and so forth," the man said in a voice, startling in resemblance to Draco's. Draco quieted quickly, as those were the exact questions that had been running through his mind. "Yes, I know many things," he continued smoothly. "I am Psylek. I brought you here, through your dream. Or rather, through your current state of unconsciousness. This is real, to a degree, but when you awaken you will be in the hospital wing with that lovely little blonde girl of yours holding your hand. Yes, you will remember this. This is one of my lovely rooms, which I appreciate your approval of."

"Stop doing that," Draco interrupted wearily, still trying to process the situation.

"Doing what?" Psylek asked, though he already knew the answer.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Answering the questions I think as I think them. It's rather—"

"Annoying," they said in unison.

Draco couldn't help but snicker. Some amusement could be found out of it, to which Psylek smirked. "So now, the important question... Why did I bring you here."

Draco took a seat opposite of him in one of the olive-colored chairs, nodding. "Yes. Why."

Rather than answering directly, Psylek tried a different approach. "You feel powerless, don't you?" Draco kept his face expressionless, the slight narrowing of his eyes indicating his silent frustrations. "Ah, yes... A bunch of air headed girls in miniskirts prancing around are able to do more than you, Draco, a powerful wizard. Sad, isn't it?"

Draco smirked, shifting languidly in his chair. "Yes, perhaps a little. But one of those mini-skirted 'airheads' is in love with me, and that's all that matters," he replied coolly.

"That would be all that mattered, if you were a simple-minded fool like Harry Potter," Psylek countered briskly. He kept the smirk at bay upon feeling the psychic waves of agreement from Draco. "All that matters...is power."

"Power," Draco repeated, keeping his voice drawl. Psylek knew, however, that the word rolled around like a tremulous wave within his mind.

"Yes, power. What is more important…a silly mission of saving this ungrateful world of muggles and mudbloods, or dominating and ruling those ungrateful souls...?" He paused a moment for dramaticism, and merely to let his words sink in. "Imagine waking up every morning, not having to bow down to superiors, but to be the superior that others bow down to. Never having to wonder what steps to take and what else needed to be accomplished to become the most powerful... To become, more powerful than your father." He stopped abruptly, wondering if perhaps he had went too far with all that he knew.

"And how would one obtain such power?" Draco muttered, his eyes clouded with these thoughts.

The grin broadened upon Psylek's lips. "Why Draco... I thought you'd never ask." His lips parted as he began to explain this deal, but a soft, ethereal glow began to fill the room. Psylek winced slightly. "Do you feel that? This power.. it's of your little mini-skirted beauty… Usagi… her power… why, it's stronger than yours, Draco. Can you really bare being with one who is more powerful than you?"

Draco felt himself beginning to materialize back into the real world. "Tell me," he said quietly. "Tell me how I can obtain such power."

Psylek smirked. He was in. "I will, Draco. I'm rather fond of you, I think we could form a grand little friendship… I will contact you again, rest assured."

"But…"

"Not now. You are being drawn back into consciousness by Usagi's power… our time is up… I will be back Draco… And we'll go over the finer points of what you really want in life…"

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"Draco…Draco, oh please be okay," Usagi whispered desperately.

His eyes slowly drifted open, wincing slightly at the sudden blinding light that filled his vision. He looked through bleary half-lids at his girlfriend, his hand grasped within her own. He pulled his hand away, using it to sit himself up in his seat. "Where..?"

"Oh Draco, thank goodness!" she exclaimed with relief. "We took you to the Hospital Wing… you've been out for a few hours."

"What happened to the monster?"

Usagi sighed. "After the dust cleared away, we… we saw it, and you… Oh Draco, I was so scared it might've killed you," she whispered, recalling the memory. "You were so pale and unconscious… It finally released you and I was able to kill it. I'm so glad you're alright," she finished in a whisper, kissing his forehead.

Draco felt her soft lips brush against his skin, felt the tingling feeling spread through him. He placed his hand against the nape of her neck as she began to pull away from him, drawing her face close to his. He pressed his lips instead to her mouth, feeling such an eased comfort as she sighed happily. "I'm fine," he spoke quietly. "I think as long as I have you, I'll be fine."

' Oh, but what about power…? '

"I'm so happy, Draco," she murmured, standing to stretch out slightly. A brief yawn parted from her lips, revealing her underlying exhaustion. "You should get some more rest," she said, despite the fact this statement quite adequately held true for her as well.

"Don't worry so much for my well being," he replied lightly, rising from the hospital cot. Stretching his limbs, he felt replenished and vitalized, though he know this was largely due in part to Usagi using her power upon him. But… something felt different. He felt a foreign energy tingle dimly through his body, warm and captivating. "I think it is you, little bunny, that needs to be resting."

Usagi blushed slightly, rubbing the back of her head. "I'm a little tired," she admitted softly.

' See? Not that powerful… always needing little rests… You could be so much more powerful than that…You feel some of it already, don't you? '

"How?" Draco muttered under his breath, speaking to the little voice inside his head known as Psylek. He did feel some sort of power… What it meant, he was not sure of. He looped his arm around Usagi's waist, drawing her against him as they left the room. Her head rested comfortably against his shoulder, another yawn escaping her mouth.

"Man, I might seriously need you to start tutoring me Draco," she mumbled.

He huffed a small laugh. "In what?"

"Mm… everything? I just can't keep up with all my subjects with all these youma attacks!"

' Oh, if only you could help her…'

"I'll help you out with that," he said vaguely, trying to ignore the comments of the little voice.

"Oooh… maybe you could even do some of the homework for me," she said hopefully.

"Ooh. Maybe not."

"You're so mean!"

"You're so childish," he replied, muttering the password to his room. Usagi stuck out her tongue, further proving his statement. She smiled softly then, resting her head against his chest as she hugged him. "Well, good night.. Gonna head back to my room and get some rest."

"Stay with me," he said softly.

Usagi tilted her head. "I really should—"

"Please."

' You shouldn't have to say please... She should agree with anything and everything you say.. '

A small look of uncertainty shadowed in her eyes, but she smiled a little as she nodded, entering the room. "I'm afraid I won't be much company…I just want to—"

"Sleep. For many hours. And dream of bunnies, and of me," he supplied, smirking slightly. He tensed slightly at doing this. Had he just read her mind…? No, he cleared these thoughts. Anyone could guess such things about Usagi he attempted to rationalize..

Usagi's eyes widened a little, before she laughed uneasily, crawling into his bed. "Well, yeah! You know me so well," she said with a sweet smile, laying her head down upon his pillow and sighing with content. "Good night," she murmured softly, falling asleep almost instantly.

He pulled a chair over to where she slept, settling down in it and merely watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. She truly was beautiful… He placed his hand against her cheek, cupping the warm flesh briefly before trailing it downward. He let his hand rest upon the hollow of her throat, before trailing it further, stopping when it settled upon her chest, feeling the movement of her heart. He closed his eyes, letting the slow, steady beat pulse against his hand.

"Such an enigmatic thing, no?" mused an all too familiar voice.

Draco's eyes snapped open, his hand retracting. Psylek stood from his position at the end of the bed, walking over to Draco with a small smile upon his lips.

"She's very lovely," he complimented appreciatively, his eyes resting upon Usagi's sleeping form with approval.

"Indeed," Draco replied icily.

A small laugh tumbled from the older man's parted lips. "Oh, such defensive feelings you emanate Draco… Obsessed with her, are you?"

"No."

"Lies," Psylek teased, his eyes flickering with mirth. "The desire for power is never a selfless thing. It is a selfish act of conquest and victorious glory. But you, dearest Draco… you desire it greatly in part for her."

Draco stood from his seat, eyeing the man carefully. "Partly," he agreed.

"If you had to choose between her and having power, which would you choose?"

Draco's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at?" he asked in a deceptively quiet tone.

Psylek's smile deepened slightly. "So you truly do love her, I see… No worries. You needn't make such a sacrificial choice. The beauty of compromise is the many facets and possibilities it holds."

"Compromise. What do you want in turn for granting me power?" A thin strand of rational thought returned. "And why are you helping me? How do you even know me? And—"

"And how do I know of this situation? And what am I getting out of this? And what side am I on? And tra-la-la, and blah blah blah." Psylek let a small sigh escape his lips, unbeknownst to Draco that a swirling mist of psychic energy spun delicately into his mind. "Do the answers to those questions really matter? What about these questions, Draco… Do you want power and respect, or do you want to continue to be Usagi's little cheerleader? Do you want to be the helpless victim, or the one that deals the damage?" His eyes flickered as he read the deepest, darkest thoughts buried within Draco's mind. "Do you want Usagi in control of your little relationship… or do you want to be the one that she worships and submits to?"

Draco's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's not that kind of relationship," he muttered, his gaze flickering to the girl. Soft snores escaped from her mouth, a little smile of happiness on her face.

"No, it's not… But you'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like for her to call you 'master' and to do little things to try and please you… to have some dominance over her… to have her be that little bit subservient to your whims and desires…" He let his voice grow hypnotically soft. "You'd like that Draco, wouldn't you?"

Draco's eyes began to dim slightly. "Yes," he murmured quietly.

"You want that kind of power, don't you?"

"Yes… I want that kind of power."

"Tell me that you'd do anything to obtain it."

"I'd do anything," Draco found himself murmuring in earnest. "Tell me how I can get it."

"It's really a lot more simple than you are allowing yourself to believe," Psylek spoke in a gentle voice. "I believe you to be a friend, Draco, and friends help each other. I may need your help in the future, but for now I require little of you to allow you to share in the depths of glorious power.." He strode over to the blond teen, smiling slightly. He shifted his gaze to Usagi. "Some things are too important to let go of in life," he said quietly in a cryptic manner.

Before Draco could ask what he meant, he felt his heart twist painfully within his chest. "What is this?" he hissed, sinking to his knees.

"Sometimes, you have to make little sacrifices for the one you love."

"Stop," Draco gasped, clutching feebly at his chest in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

"Sometimes, love and lust and dominance can all blend and blur together into one blissful tide of power. Power, Draco. It is power that I proffer to you."

Draco gritted his teeth against the pain, his voice raspy and barely audible. "What are you talking about?"

"I am giving you the power to be who it is that you want to be. This is part of my power, part of a darker power. You used to keen your devotion to the Dark Arts, but you've strayed from that path… Tread back onto it, Draco. Realign your priorities…Let your priorities be Usagi, and power."

"Power," Draco murmured blearily, the pain beginning to subside as he said the word, felt it.

"Don't fight against it," Psylek commanded softly. "Let it become a part of you, part of who you are. Let it fill you, and come to control it. You should control whatever you wish to control… You want to be in control, don't you?"

"Yes…" The pain eased another notch, his body beginning to react with the dark energy.

"Good," Psylek said approvingly, watching with delight as the blackened waves of energy coursed in steady streams through Draco's body. "You will still be you, I assure you," he replied to the thoughts of fear that rolled from Draco's mind. "You will have conscious control of all your actions… After all, that is the point of this. You will be in control, Draco. You will feel things as you've never felt before. Every dark emotion, ranging from anger to lust, you will feel in a holistic sense you could never dream of.."

"What about love?" he murmured absently, the pain becoming a flickering memory.

Psylek laughed softly. "Why, I fear there is a price to everything in life, dear Draco. Love… You know so little of love. If not for Usagi, you mayn't of ever known it at all.. I fear this is what I must take away, Draco. The kindness and amiability you've developed is a weakness that will obstruct your view. You will keep your focus on your supremacy and dominance. This is a slow process, but it starts now…"

Draco winced in pain again as he struggled briefly against it. He clutched his chest, feeling as though a piece of him began to melt away.

"Amazing," Psylek murmured. "I cannot take away your love for her. Truly fascinating.." He glanced over at Usagi, seeing her shift in her sleep. "She will awaken soon," he said quietly. "I must retreat. It has begun though, Draco. I will be in your thoughts at times and guide you with my knowledge and help you harness the power I've wrought unto you. Farewell for now…" His voice trailed off to a whispering caress, his body fading.

His voice lingered delicately within Draco's mind for a moment. ' Remember, Draco… Now the tides begin to turn, and you can protect her instead of being the weakling…You are superior to her. '

"Mm.. Draco?" Usagi murmured, sitting up slightly. She rubbed her eyes roughly with the back of her hands, trying to clear away a small portion of the tiredness. "Everything okay? I was having the weirdest dream about you...It was kinda scary, actually…"

Draco settled himself into the bed next to her, drawing her body close against him, her back pressed close to his chest. He slid his hand beneath her shirt, letting his hand splay across the warm, bare flesh of her stomach. A smirk settled upon his lips at her sharp intake of breath as his cold hand came in contact with her warmth. "Well then, I guess it's a good thing it was only a dream," he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her neck. She shivered slightly, unsure of things.

"Is everything okay, Draco?" she asked softly, her words slightly strained as the tried not to concentrate on the cold hand pressed lightly against her, his lips upon her neck. Her eyes dimmed slightly as she felt his lips trail pleasantly to her ear.

"Everything is wonderful," he whispered, his breath a tingling and hot caress against her skin. "Or at least, my little bunny, it will be." He rested his head against the pillow, his eyes drifting shut. "Go back to sleep," he murmured. Usagi nodded hesitantly, shifting within his grasp. He kept his arm around her possessively, drifting off to sleep with barely influenced dreams of beautiful things…

Power, dominance, and Usagi.

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o.o .:crickets:. I have no clue where that came from. I swear, "Slave" is starting to influence this story somehow xD I apologize if they are starting to seem a bit a like.. I do so love Draco being powerful and dominating and ohso sexy x..x I'm trying to keep this story full of plot and action and lust…We shall have to wait n' see where it goes from here !

I've wanted to update this story for a while though, so yeah! Lol. I really don't know where I'll go from here with it, but I have a pretty good idea.. so I'm gonna get working on the next chapter after I post this one. Pleease let me know what ya think, but be gentle! It's been a while since I've written anything for this story, so if things aren't making sense I know that's my fault and I apologize! Draco was turning soft on me.. I wanted him to be all trey sexy and evil again.

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Oh my goodness.. it's been so long since I've done this, I'm actually excited.. .:clears throat:.

INCENTIVE:-D

NEXT TIME ON…Desiring Need!

What happens when another youma attack strikes? Draco's newfound abilities are put to use, much to the shock and amazement of the others. Usagi isn't quite sure how to react with Draco's apparent change in behavior… is it in her mind, or is there perhaps something darker and more evil to him..? Unable to comprehend why she feels this way, she confides in Professor Snape and Luna about her concerns. Draco quickly learns of this little confiding and grows quite angered… were these the "powerful tides" of dark emotions Psylek spoke of? A little confrontation not of the friendliest nature ensues between Draco and Usagi… She knows for sure something has changed, but whatever will happen…? Find out in next time's episode, "Deception!"

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Ohh long preview, forgive that.. I got carried away due to my excitement .:blush:. Please review! .:bows and hands out cookies:.