The Truths of Love: Chapter twenty four
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A/N: Hey guys. This chapter contains sexual content, so if you don't like that, don't read this. You've been warned.
10:00 couldn't roll around soon enough for Mamoru, and as the clock switched numerals to nine o'clock, he began pacing.
"We should have left sooner," he muttered. "The longer we wait, the more danger Usako is in."
Motoki rolled his eyes, reclining further back into the chair as he watched Mamoru's incessant pacing.
"Mamoru. Sit down. Now." His tone was commanding, and Mamoru glanced at him in surprise, before complying and sitting down on one of the couches. However, his foot began to tap impatiently.
"What time is it?" He asked.
"9:02." Motoki answered dryly.
Mamoru groaned and shot up from his seat, resuming his pacing. Motoki lightly smacked himself in the forehead with his palm, muttering slightly.
"Mamoru, pacing isn't going to do anything. Sit back down, and stay seated, please."
Frowning, Mamoru sat back down.
"Alright, let's go over the plan once more before the girls get here. I--"
"Mamoru! We've been over the plan fifteen times now. It's not going to change!" Motoki exclaimed, exasperated.
Mamoru scowled, but didn't cease his pacing, and after a minute, he went over and pressed his forehead against the window, staring out at Tokyo Tower, his fingers clenching tightly into fists. 'He'll pay,' he thought to himself with an animalistic growl. 'No one takes my Usako away from me. No one.'
Usagi awoke with a start, and a quick glance out the window showed her it was night time.
'Ugh, how long have I been sleeping?' She wondered to herself.
"So, the little bunny's awake, is she?" A sneering voice came from the corner.
Swinging around, Usagi glared hatefully at the man that had her captive.
"You son of a bitch," she snarled.
"Temper, temper," Matt drawled, one eyebrow raising in mock surprise. "I never knew my little rabbit had such a temper on her." Advancing on her, he bared his teeth in a feral grin. "We're going to have to stamp that spark of temper out of you, little one. You will submit to me, and before long, you'll be begging for me to take you back. And when that time comes…" He licked his lips in anticipation. "I'll be waiting for you."
Wrapping his arms around her, he gave her breast a painful squeeze, causing her to tense up, her eyes closing as a shudder ran through her body.
"Mm. A good little girl, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll be back in awhile. And when I come back, we'll have a little…fun." Smirking, he removed his arms from around her and left the room.
Usagi shuddered once he was gone, moving to wrap her arms around herself as she sank down to the floor, her eyes vacant, and she rocked herself back and forth gently.
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Finally it was ten o'clock. Mamoru's eyes lit up in anticipation, and he couldn't hold back a shout of glee when the doorbell rang, causing Motoki to roll his eyes.
Running to the door, he opened it and almost stopped dead at what he saw.
There, just outside his door, was Usagi. Long blonde h air was pulled up into two meatball shapes on either side of her head, large blue eyes looking back at him.
Shaking his head, he snapped out of it.
"Minako. Girls, come in," he muttered slightly, standing aside to allow them in.
Minako just smirked and shook her head, irritated as the two ponytails swished behind her.
"I don't know how Usagi can do this," she complained. "It took me at least half an hour to get my hair up. It's so much easier to let it hang down."
Mamoru rolled his eyes, and Rei reached out to tug one of the ponytails.
"Well, at least it's like having her back already," Makoto commented. "There's whining and bickering again."
Mamoru rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Alright, so you know the plan," he began. "Us—Minako will go up there, pretending to be Usagi. As she distracts Matt, the rest of us will find Usagi. And Minako… don't get hurt, is that understood? This guy…"
"I know, Mamoru," Minako cut in sharply. "I won't let him hurt me, I swear."
"Good." Checking his watch, he realized it was time to go, and anticipation boiled up inside of him.
"Ready? It's time."
Nodding in determination, the girls and Motoki stood up as well, gathering their jackets and slipping them on as they walked out the door.
"It's time to get our Usagi back."
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"I'm back, little rabbit. Did you miss me?" The drawling voice from the doorway made her shudder, and draw farther into herself. "Mm… I'll take that as a yes."
Smirking, Matt made his way over to the girl, 'No, woman,' he corrected himself with a wicked grin. 'I made her a woman. She should be thanking me.' At this thought he scowled, for the woman on the floor definitely did NOT look like she was going to go down on her knees, thanking and praising him, the one who had helped her grow into a woman. 'I brought her to womanhood; I helped her find who she is,' he thought, a bitter look on his face. 'She should be praising the ground I walk on, not cowering in…fear…?'
At this thought, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide in alarm.
'My rabbit is… afraid of me? But… why? I never did anything but help her grow. I never did anything but love her. Did I?'
"U-Usagi…?" His voice was a low plea. "Usagi, what did I do? Why do you cower when I come near you?"
Usagi looked up, her expression wary, unbelieving.
"As if you don't know, Matt. Don't play innocent with me; you know very well why I--" She paused as she looked at him, watching as his shoulders began to shake, and for a moment, she thought he was laughing. That was until she saw a single tear running down his cheek. A frown marred her face.
'I don't buy it,' she thought. 'He can't fool me; he's an actor. He's acting. He knows what's wrong; he just wants me to come and comfort him.'
"U-Usagi… I don't… understand. What went wrong between us? Why did I lose your love?"
There was something in his voice… an innocence, of sorts, that caused Usagi's eyes to widen.
'Does he…really not know? Does he really not remember what he did to me?' She wondered, her eyes raising to examine his face.
Slowly, very slowly, she brought herself to her knees, and then, even slower, finally rose to her feet, taking one small step, and then another, closer to him.
"Matt. What do you remember?" she asked softly. "What do you remember about the days before… before…"
"Before what?" Matt asked, confusion laced in his voice. "What happened? I can't… you just stopped loving me!" His voice was so full of pain, so full of loss, that Usagi's heart cried out for her to go to him, to wrap her arms around him and tell him it was alright. But she held back. Something wasn't right here, but she couldn't place her finger on it.
"All I know is that one day, we were in love; the next… you hated me." Matt let out a light whimper, and sank to his knees. "All I wanted was for you to love and appreciate me. Was that so much to ask? I helped you. I made you a woman. And you left me." Tears began to course down his face, dropping lightly to the floor, and Usagi felt her heart nearly break in two.
"Oh, Matt," she murmured gently, moving to wrap her arms around the man. This was the side of him she'd fallen in love with… the sweet, innocent man.
Abruptly, Matt's tears stopped, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Something changed in him, and he started nuzzling against her crotch gently. Usagi froze and began to back up, but Matt's arms wrapping tighter around her prevented her from moving, and he nuzzled more forcefully against her.
"Ah, ah, Usagi," he purred gently. "You can't leave me now. I need some… comfort."
Suddenly, Usagi realized the trap. As soon as she did, she berated herself, but already, it was too late. Matt's hands began to tug her pants down, and before she could do anything, they were on the floor, and her panties weren't long in being removed, either.
Gasping, Usagi struggled, trying to pull out of his grasp, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grasp on her hips became.
"Mm. That's right. Struggle, my little rabbit. It makes things that much more interesting." Slowly, his mouth descended down to the triangle of hair between her legs, and stuck his tongue out, licking slowly once, dragging his tongue through the hair. Usagi gasped, and cried out, struggling even more to pull away from him.
"Matt, no! Stop! Please, Matt, don't do this!" She pleaded, tears running down her face. Her words went unheeded, though, as she suddenly felt something warm and moist thrusting in between her legs.
Her vision went white, as pain and pleasure mixed together. Dimly, she could hear someone crying out, and it registered in her foggy mind that it was probably herself.
Matt grinned as he lapped at the juices from her sex.
'Mm. Much better than I'd have thought,' he mused as he continued to lightly lick at her insides, his grip on her waist loosening slightly.
Beads of sweat dotted Usagi's forehead as she struggled once more, and finally managed to tear away from Matt's grip. The loss of his tongue from inside of her came as a shock, but one she quickly got over as she bent down, pulling her panties and pants back up, tears coursing down her face.
Matt remained as he was, the taste of her prominent on his tongue, his lips slightly swollen, a sheen of her juices standing out. Greedily, he licked his lips and stood to his full height, towering above her, and took a menacing step forward, causing her to back up.
"Now, now, my little rabbit, I'm not done with you yet," he said softly, his voice husky, his eyes dark with lust.
Suddenly, the sound of voices from the hall cut him off, and he froze, looking over his shoulder.
"Mm, hold that thought, love," he murmured. "It seems like we have… guests. I'll be back."
Standing up, he licked his lips once more, and moved to the door, leaving Usagi to crumple to the ground once more, sobs ringing through her body.
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"Hello?" Minako called out in a cheerful voice, pitching her voice just slightly to sound more like Usagi. "Anyone here?"
"Minako, you're overdoing it!" Mamoru hissed between clenched teeth. "Just… act… like Usagi!"
"Shut up, will you, Mamoru? She's doing her best," Motoki snapped in defense of his girlfriend.
Minako threw him a grateful smile, and continued calling out, though in less of a cheerful voice.
Suddenly, a figure rounded the corner, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"U-Usagi?" Matt stammered. "But… how… you're in there!" He pointed around the corner, from which he'd just appeared.
"Ano, Matt, are you alright?" Minako asked, lacing her voice with concern. "I don't know what you're talking about… I've been wandering around here for hours, trying to find my way out. Do you think you can help me?"
She tilted her head to one side, sticking her lower lip out in the best impression of a Usagi pout that Mamoru had ever seen.
It worked. Matt quickly closed the distance between the two, his eyes darkening with lust, and wrapped his arm possessively around Minako's waist, barely noticing as she flinched away from him.
As it was, Mamoru and the rest of the girls had a tough time restraining Motoki from going after Matt, so hard was Motoki struggling to come to the protection of his girlfriend.
"She'll be fine!" Mamoru hissed quietly in Motoki's ear. "She can take care of herself. If there's one girl that I don't have to worry about with Matt, it's Minako. Now, come on. Let's go get Usagi, and then we can get Minako."
Defeated, Motoki let out a sigh and ceased his struggles, though his eyes glinted with determination as he headed down the corridor, rounding the bend… and staring in dismay at the long row of doors.
"How are we supposed to find her now?" Motoki asked in dismay.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Rei asked causally. "We open all the doors. We're bound to find her in one of them."
"And if they're locked?" Mamoru snarled.
"Then we break them down," Makoto answered.
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There it is, you guys. Sorry it's been so long… but be happy. There's at least a little sex scene, right? I'll try to do more, later… now is when the good stuff begins. I'm sorry it took so long; I didn't know how I wanted it to play out, and now that I have at least a little bit of an idea, I'll write more. So… Review!