Summary: Serena's and Darien's professional careers cross paths. The more they work together, the closer they become. Will they give in to their desires or remain stubborn and distant? Modern day, no senshi, SD love story.

Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns Sailor Moon. I claim no ownership of it! Only of this story, which is all mine! This is my first attempt at fanfiction! Enjoy!

Author's Note: This Chapter is Rated M for Mature! Please read at your own risk!

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Loveology

Chapter 2: The Club

Upon reaching his luxurious lakefront estate, Darien walked in through his entry way from his garage, hung his keys on the key holder, slipped his shoes off, and sorted through his mail that he grabbed on his way inside. His two dogs were waiting for him when he arrived. One, a black male, Labrador-mix (unknown mix to him because he adopted this now 8 year old doggy from the local Humane Society when the pup was only six weeks old) and the other, a female, tri-colored Beagle who he adopted from an old friend who decided to move abroad and didn't think it a good idea to take the enthusiastic puppy with him. Darien loved his dogs and considered them his children. He was the handsome man you would see shirtless, Ipod in his ears, running with his dogs in the neighborhood. He dropped his mail half-hazardously on his granite counter as he turned his attention to his pups.

"Hi, Mischief and Lulu! I missed you!" he greeted in his best baby impression, using each hand to scratch behind each dog's ear. Their tails wagged erratically in happiness. He kissed each dog on the top of their heads and headed towards his bedroom. He undressed quickly, discarding his clothing into their respective hampers, and jumped in the shower.

His massaging shower unit enclosure was just what he needed to start his night. He felt himself relax and enjoy the strong water pressure and the 110 degree temperature. He quickly washed up, rinsed, and dried off. He ran his fingers through his hair, opting for a natural air-dry look. He Crested his teeth, applied some Degree, and sprayed a little Bond No. 9 New York Amber cologne down his sinew chest. With a smirk to the Darien in the mirror for his passing approval, he headed towards his walk-in closet. With an impromptu gesture, he chose a casual black Armani dress shirt, charcoal grey Armani jeans, and a pair of black Prada sneakers. He was ready for Scarlett's.

Scarlett's Cabaret was the premiere adult entertainment venue as it featured the hottest, most sensual entertainers in the area. Hours of enticing activities and highly provocative and friction-filled dances were offered. It was Darien and Malachite's favorite spot. To top it off, it was owned by their best friend, Andrew Hallandale. They practically had their run of the place. Everyone at Scarlett's knew who they were. They were desired by all and envied by many.

Walking in to Scarlett's, Darien felt a familiar gratifying sensation from the vibration of the music, the smell of fornication, and the erotic eye candy displayed deliberately for his viewing pleasure. The bouncers had lead him to the front of the line, letting him waltz right in. There was no need to tip the bouncers, but Darien always did. It was his 'payment' for allowing whatever he wished to happen, to do so without any interference. He headed straight for their private sky box room on the second floor that overlooked the entire club. Darien knew he was sure to find Malachite there.

On his way, a handful of women tried to sway him their way or lead him behind close doors. He pulled gently away from each of them, gazing over them with hungry eyes, biting on his lower lip, and strutting away. He was a tease. It had left them wanting to chase after him. He couldn't care less if they followed him or not. He would probably not give in to any of them. He already had his favorites and they were probably waiting for him with Malachite.

Malachite was indeed where Darien thought he would be. He was seated on his side of the long, red-colored curved couch which was to the right of Darien's side. Malachite sat next to a striking strawberry-blonde wearing a multicolored confetti bikini to his right, a curvy butterscotch-blonde wearing a netted white dress with a silver bikini under it to his left, and Andrew on the other side of her. Both men were casually listening to a story between the two blondes when Darien approached them with a swagger, eliciting his presence and commencement of the party. Malachite threw his hand up to take in Darien's hand and pull each other into a half embrace, for their traditional way of greeting.

"D, we've been waiting for you. Cinnamon and Desiree have been very bad..." He titillatingly suggested, taking a swig of what Darien presumed to be whiskey.

Darien just looked at each of the young ladies and gave a devilish grin. He wasn't in the mood for blondes. There was only one blonde that he wanted and she was untouchable at the moment. He then greeted Andrew the same way he did Malachite.

"What's up, doc?" Andrew bellowed with a chuckle. It had been almost a month since he last saw his good-looking, obsidian-haired buddy.

"Hey, 'Drew. How've you been?" Darien asked as he sat, pouring himself a glass of his favorite Jamaican Appleton Estate 21 year rum.

"I've been pretty damn good, actually! Business has been crazy with traffic and the money that's coming in, is just plain ridiculous! We are thinking of expanding!" Andrew couldn't contain his excitement. "We are thinking of taking out another loan and investing it on an added third floor to this place. We would make it similar to the first floor with a stage and about eight private rooms... But we can discuss all of this at your office. I don't want to mix my business with your pleasure." He said this as he signaled for the nearest cocktail waitress to head their way. "I'll stop by on Thursday before I head in to work." Andrew was wearing an ear piece in his ear to communicate with the bouncers. One bouncer started to notify him of a patron who was getting a little agitated with one of the girls.

"That's impressive. I've noticed more girls–new girls." Darien observed as he eyed a redhead directed his way, swaying her hips more than was necessary to accentuate her voluptuousness.

Malachite was listening to the men, but he found his fixation glued to the inner thigh of the strawberry-blonde that he was caressing.

"But make it Friday. I'm not in the office on Thursday and I'd rather not have Rei deal with this loan."

Darien uttered as he allowed the redhead to straddle his lap.

"Understood, doc. Hey, listen, I have something to take care of. I'll come back later to make sure my girls are still in one piece..." Andrew said in a snickering laugh, getting up and walking out of the room.

Malachite and Darien let out a few chuckles, but stayed focused on their ecdysiasts.

Malachite was multitasking with his two attire-removal-specialists, allowing each girl to have her own side of him. Too bad he didn't have two of everything... He alluded the strawberry-blonde to be 'Cinnamon' when he asked, "Cinnamon, my dear, what do you suppose would happen if I were to pull this string here?" Malachite was indicating the string on the side of her confetti bottoms.

"I guess you will just have to pull it to find out." Cinnamon answered with a naughty purr. His attention was quickly drawn to Desiree who was now slowly licking and sucking on his finger, with a teasing motion. He growled a moan.

"Uh, D, I'm gonna have to catch up with you some other time. The girls and I need to release some pent up energy..." Malachite carelessly said this, whether Darien heard or not, he certainly did not care. He knew Darien would understand. The blondes led Malachite to an adjourning room that was known as his private, personal consummation relations room.

The redhead who was gyrating Darien's lap from her straddled position, started to twirl her tongue in circles just under Darien's earlobe. This simple act on his neck was slowly increasing his libido.

"Ooh, is that what you like?" This redhead asked as she felt an erection start to form. Darien just let out a loud exhale. He wasn't so much as paying attention to this woman, but when her tongue found his soft spot, it was hard to ignore. He kept running different scenarios through his mind of how it would be if it were a certain blonde doing this to him instead. Darien could only imagine that it would not be as uneventful as this was going.

"Replacing me already, I see?" A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Darien looked in the direction the voice came from. His sight landed on his favorite brazen brunette.

"Never, my love." Darien replied as he sat up a bit, pushing the redhead off of him some. He was elated to see this woman. He was missing her.

The redhead huffed from annoyance at this woman's presence. "Starry, I thought you left." The redhead roused. She was disappointed that Starry was here. She knew Starry was Darien's favorite and that when she was here, she took all of Darien's attention. It was on rare occasions when she wasn't here that Darien would resort to others for pleasure. Starry had announced that she was leaving, moving away. It made some sad and upset, but those who had their sights on Darien, they were thrilled.

"Sorry to disappoint, Red, but my doctor needs me." Starry retorted, her head cocked.

With a few more huffs and puffs, 'Red,' as Starry nick-named her, was stomping away, out of the room. 'Red' knew she wasn't going to get her way this time, but Starry wouldn't be staying for much longer and then she would make sure to be Darien's favorite.

Darien stood up to take his favorite in his arms. She happily accepted his tight hold of her.

"Nati, I thought you were leaving?" Darien asked her, by her real name, which no one else, except Malachite and Andrew, knew.

"I was–am still leaving. I just decided to stay a few extra days to say goodbye to you. I didn't get the chance to see you last time and I didn't want to leave without seeing you." Nati sounded as if she had a lump in her throat. Darien noticed.

"My sweet, Nati. What am I going to do without you?"

"Hopefully not Red!" She said with utter disdain.

Darien laughed out loud. "Don't worry, that's not going to happen."

"Good. Now, who should I get to replace me?" Nati was thinking out loud as she tried to narrow down a list of girls really quickly.

"There is no need to think about it. I probably won't be coming around here much anymore anyway."

"Aww, are you really that upset about my departure? I could fly back to see you whenever you need me to..." She proposed, sliding her arms around his neck, placing a tiny kiss on his lips while pressing her curvaceous figure against his arousing hard body.

"Hmm, that's a very tempting offer..." he looked at her, considering what Malachite had said one day on how much his Nati looked like Kim Kardashian, only with an Eva Mendez face.

"But, I'm going to have to say 'no' to that as well." He sadly revealed.

Nati didn't think of it as a rejection. What her and Darien had was a "friends with benefits" relationship. They would see each other outside of the club for hangouts, get-togethers, dinner, and of course, intimate affairs. Neither ever developed more than 'friendship' feelings for the other. In fact, Nati had met someone who she was starting to fall for and that's why she was moving. She was only at Scarlett's to pay for school, that she was attending near by. She had met this guy at school. Both finished their semesters and graduated last month with Bachelor's degrees. He lived in New Jersey and having no other ties here, they decided it would be best for her to move up there to be with him and bring their relationship to the next level.

She would just miss her rendezvous with Darien. Never had she met anyone who was capable of giving her climactic orgasms so quickly and as intense as he did. That's why she had to say goodbye one last time. If she were going to start a life with her university sweetheart, she would have to get her cravings for Darien out of her system. It would be hard, but at least she could have Darien one more time before that life of fidelity started. It was almost the same for Darien.

"Really? Hmm..." Nati picked up on what was going on. "So, who is the lucky lady who has captured your attention and soon, I'm sure, if you're not careful, your heart?" She determined with a small amount of envy.

He knew he couldn't put anything past her. She could almost read him like a book. Her last words weighed on him.

"Her name is Serena and I can't seem to get her out of my head." Darien sighed heavily.

"Sounds serious. Tell me about her." Nati sat down, pulling him to sit next to her. She was wearing a black lace, off the shoulder dress that was mid-thigh length. She pulled her legs over Darien's lap, waiting for him to begin.

"I don't want to talk anymore. My sexual frustration is getting the better of me."

Not concerned with the openness of the room, if anyone were to walk in, Darien impatient from thinking of Serena all night, reached out to kiss Nati passionately. He brought his left hand to her right leg, inching his fingers delicately up her thighs. He reached her moist mound, slid her panties to one side, and began to slowly rub her clit. This had Nati cry out a moan. Darien smiled in his kiss as he enjoyed the pleasure he brought to her. His right hand brought down the lace fabric that concealed her breasts, and encased itself around her left breast, making sure to entice her hardened nipple with his fingertips. His tongue vacated her mouth and traveled to her left breast for the briefest of encounters, to tantalize her senses to no extent, and then back to her whimpering lips. He could already feel the wetness forming at his fingers so he dove in. At first with one finger, and then two, three...

Nati wanted to hold off an orgasm so soon, so she elected to be the pleaser. She kissed him possessively and pushed him back further into the couch. She propped herself on her knees, hunched over his almost lying body, fondling with his zipper to unzip his jeans. She could feel his throbbing member below her touch and watched how her soft brushes of her fingers over his erection arched his body involuntary to her. She grabbed a hold of him and quickly inserted him inside her awaiting mouth. He groaned in pleasure and what she could do to him. She held the base of his shaft and devoured as much of him as she could, going in and out, up and down. The deep-throat that she could handle with such ease is what brought him to the edge every time. He had to stop her before he would release himself.

He brought her head to his, kissing her fiercely before he expertly straddled her across him and positioned her right above him so he could penetrate her with precision. They both moaned in unison as they felt the enrapturing bliss of their joining. She arched her body and heaving chest towards him, which he gladly accepted into his expecting hands and anticipating mouth, while she deliberately provoked him with a slow and steady grind. He swiftly quickened their pace, knowing full well how and when to send her to the brink of ecstasy. When she could no longer control the intensity, she surrendered to her climacteric release. Darien allowed the pace to slow gradually so she could relish in her current state of euphoria.

Nati slowly slid off of him and turned so she was holding onto the back of the couch, on her knees. Darien stood behind her, grabbing her hair and pulling gently to turn her head so that she could face his for another riveting kiss. He entered her from behind, doggy style, grabbing her butt and smacking her cheeks, watching as they jiggled. He thrust faster and harder into her, holding onto her hips with near bruising strength. Nati's finger nails were digging into the plush couch's fabric from the excessive pounding. Panting out moans as she had never felt Darien so lustful with such strong sexual desires, she was trembling with the intensity and near reaching her climax again. Right as she succumbed to her second orgasm, Darien pulled out and released himself on her lower back.

After a few minutes of panting and heavy breathing, resting from the physical demand their bodies just endured, and the tumultuous assault on their senses, the two felt as though their bodies were finally adjusting to normalcy.

Pulling her dress back up and sliding her panties back on, that somehow came off in all the excitement, Nati stated, "This Serena is going to be the end of you! If you acted that way with me and you were just thinking about her, I can't even imagine what the two of you will go through when you're together! Goodness gracious!"

"I know, right! There's just something about her. I've never had a woman consume my mind as much as she does. I've only known her for a day. Not even a day! A night, basically! I don't know what I'm going to do, Nati." Darien ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"It'll be fine! If that's all you have to worry about, consider yourself lucky!" Nati comforted with a genuine smile and cuddle to his left arm.

Darien didn't want to bring up the subject matter of his father, so he left her words to himself. "Thanks, love. I'm going to miss you."

"I will miss you too. I want an invite to the wedding!" Nati said with a laugh, as she regarded his expression to her comment. He looked at her from his gaze that was focused on the ceiling, and gave a laughing smile.

They would just soak up and enjoy each others company for the remainder of the time that the club was open. It would be a while before these two would see each other again, but they would reminisced of happy times and just be thankful to each other for being there when the other needed them.