So Smutember came and went, and I was crazy busy! It was like all things converged on this month and I didn't have much time to write. But I was able to start 2 pieces. I want to be honest. I am an SUPER armature smut writer. I wish I could write it, but it never sounds good. It ends up being more mature, rather than smut. But I do try. If anyone has tips for me, please PM me!

This isn't the best writing for me. But I still think the storyline is a good one. It goes a bit wonky toward the end...but I don't feel like fixing it. I will eventually, though.

Summary: Motoki finds Mamoru the perfect gift for his bachelor party. But the consequences turn out to ruin the wedding.

Rated: M

The blindfold was too tight. He'd told Motoki as much when he'd tied it.

"It's supposed to be, so it" -Motoki pulled tighter- "doesn't fall off."

"My brain needs oxygen."

"Well your brain," he heard Akio say, "has gotten more than enough oxygen. You could stand to lose some brain cells. Might make your fun level increase from a three to a four."

Several chuckles erupted near his left.

"Ooohhh," the sarcasm dripped heavily, but Mamoru couldn't identify the voice, "maybe even raise it to a five tonight."

"If he's got the balls." That was definitely Akio.

"A hundred says he runs," Kobayashi's voice cut in.

"Five says he stays," Motoki threw back.

"I raise your five," Mamoru finally recognized that it was Ryu speaking, "and say eight- he freezes and chickens out."

"Deal." Was that Asanuma?

"Stop talking as if I'm not here," Mamoru grumbled.

"Right...sorry." The rustle of movement and the stifle of chuckles indicated the two men had solidified their bet with a shake.

"This is stupid." Mamoru lifted his arms to take off the material.

"No! No!" Someone knocked his hands away before he could reach the knot.

"See!" he heard someone else retort. "It took us so long to get him to agree to the bachelor party."

"Cool down Chiba." It was definitely Kobayashi speaking.

"Well, hurry it up!" Ryu scolded, "They're gonna be here soon."

He could hear the shuffle of feet against the hotel carpet. They were departing. The raven haired groom attempted to move in the direction of the sound, but he was stopped short. It was Motoki. "Give it a minute."

"Give what a minute?"

"Shhh."

After waiting for a short time, Mamoru was being pushed forward. There was a ding, and a slight reverberation. Elevator.

"Mamoru-kun," it was Motoki, "you're getting married and that's a big deal. And I know you've planned the next fifty years of your life out to the smallest detail. You've always been principled and organized."

The sound of a ding and of the elevator doors opening interrupted his friend's speech. They walked for a short while and then stopped.

"Alright." His hands squeezed his friend's shoulder- "Mamoru-kun, for one night, let yourself be free. Forget all the responsibilities of life and just enjoy the moment.

Listen Mamoru-kun," -Motoki's voice took a sudden turn, his jubilant tone softened. "Thanks for trusting me to be your best man-"

"Of course," Mamoru interrupted.

"I've been racking my brain trying to think of what to get you. You're a hard guy to shop for. I mean...Reika's usually the one that buys the gifts.

"I figured," Mamoru chuckled. Decorative cuff links, designer pens, crisp dress shirts, that was definitely not Motoki.

"But this one...all me. Reika made me read some article that said it was the best man's duty to give the groom a personal gift." Motoki sighed, "I read a lot of articles this past year; I think my head is going to explode."

Mamoru felt honored and embarrassed his friend would go through such lengths.

"So anyway, you're my best friend and I've been thinking what's the one thing you've never had. And God was it hard to think of, you have just about everything. And…" Motoki's tone shifted again, once again ringing of happiness and excitement, "if... say, you don't happen to like it, I'm sure I can handle the aftermath. But honestly, if I do say so myself, it's the perfect gift for you." The beeping sound of an electric key and a door opening was heard next.

"You can take the blind fold off now," he heard the door shut. The ebony haired man quickly undid the knot and let the material fall to his neck. His eyes were still shut tightly and he put his hands to his temples, massaging them.

"Damn it Motoki, I told you that thing was too tight," he grumbled. He opened his eyes and found himself in a hotel suite. He shook his head, of course his friends bought a suite. The lights were off, but he could see that one of the doors was closed with a faint light peeking from the crevices. He smiled. It was a bit stupid that his friends would have him go through the whole blindfold mess just to annoy him and hide to surprise him. He laughed and put his hand on the door.

"I wonder what's in here," he said dramatically. Still smiling he swung the door open and-

He froze.

She was sitting on the king bed; his grin fell. Was he hallucinating?

"O-o-odango?" The pretty blonde scrunched her face in distaste.

"Aren't we a little old for that?"

"What" -he looked around the room-"what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to wish you a belated congratulations….well" -biting her lip she looked to the ceiling- "actually congratulationses...is that a word?" she tilted her head wondering aloud, "what do you call more than one congratulations? Congratulationses, congratultionsese?"

"Congratulations."

"Oh!" she turned her gaze back on him and smiled, "Then congratulations for" -she put her pointer finger up- "graduating university" -second finger up- "getting into Harvard" -third finger- "Finishing your fellowship" -fourth finger- "Passing your doctor's exam" -fifth finger- "becoming a pediatrician" she put her hand down gracefully on her lap, "and lastly, for getting engaged."

Mamoru felt like he was having an out of body experience. He hadn't seen his little Odango in six years. The last time was a few days before St. Patrick's, she had been helping Motoki put up some decorations.

"Although I'm a bit annoyed I didn't get an invitation," she crossed her arms. "But, I forgive you."

"What are you doing here?" he heard himself ask again.

"I'm your gift."

"What?"

"Your gift. Your bachelor's goodbye"

"Huh?"

"You're getting married in six days," she said walking to him, "and before you get married, Motoki wanted you to have one night where you stopped thinking, just be free...stop being so so anal retentive-"

"Huh?"

"And he knows you're a prude and you wouldn't allow yourself to be vulnerable... with a stranger."

"I don't" he shook his head in bewilderment, "I don't understand."

"You really are a baka," she laughed lightly. Her fingers went to the straps of her dress and she let them slide down, falling to a heap at her feet.

"I'm"- she said slowly- "your gift."

Mamoru was hyperventilating. Usagi Tsukino was standing in front of him in black lingerie. He had fantasized about such a thing numerous times in high school and college. When he'd let himself be vulnerable, he'd wonder what would have happened if he'd told Usagi how he'd felt before leaving Japan. Now she was here, in the flesh- wait! Was he dreaming? He had to be.

"If you don't want me, it's okay, you don't have to."

"Usagi...you don't have-"

"I know," she interrupted. "If you want me to leave, I can. I won't be upset; you are with Saori-"

"I don't, I'm not-" He was so confused. What was he supposed to do? Usagi took a step closer; his breathing increased, his pupils dilating.

"Touch me."

And that was all it took. Stated permission and stated desire.

In his dreams he was gentle; he took his time undressing her. But this was reality, not a fantasy, and he was too eager- too excited, to slow himself down. Mamoru stripped her naked quickly and stumbled out of his own. She giggled when he tripped as he jumped out of his jeans. He was acting like a teenage virgin... and he performed like one too.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly, shame coloring his face.

"It's okay," she laughed.

"I'm not usually-"

"Don't worry about it Mamo." Leaving the bed naked, she went to the bathroom to clean up. He tracked her every movement, his body already responding to her nudity.

When she stepped out of the bathroom he was sitting at the edge of the bed. Mamoru stared at her in awing wonderment.

"What's wrong?" she asked, walking over to him. Reaching his hand out, he placed his palm flat on her sternum.

"Are you really...here?" Usagi thought she'd never seen such wide eyes. The corner of her lips turned up as she nodded her head.

"I am."

He placed his free hand on the small of her back, leading her closer to him.

There was a light buzzing in his head, nudging, attempting to remind him that he had a life outside this room. But he violently cast it away. He didn't care, and why should he?

This was Usagi, and he could feel her skin. There was nothing in the universe that was more important than this.

His hands trailed down, making their way behind her thighs. He needed her closer, to feel the heat of her body. Pulling her gently to straddle his lap, her knees landed on the bed. His tongue dipped into her naval and she giggled at the unusual sensation.

Usagi ran her fingers through his hair. He groaned, closing his eyes, relishing the contact.

The second time he was slow. Getting on his knees he worshipped her body the way he'd always wanted.

Chiba Mamoru had great control of his hands. He was a doctor, learning to use them was essential to his profession. As an intern he was taught how to control pressure, when to press, when not to, how to feel for abnormalities and normalities. Not only did he acquire skills, he'd also memorized every part of the anatomy, every muscle, every vein, every connection in the body. And tonight, he realized, he'd learned it all, just for her.

Usagi could hardly breathe. His touches were so light and yet she felt more than she had ever with any man she'd been with. She didn't know anyone could feel so... highly sensitized, it was torture. She was at the penultimate, just at that cliff, and he kept her there, refusing to push her over.

His finger slid across her slippery vulva, sending a burning sensation down her legs to the bottom of her feet. With the utmost care he pressed her clit with his pointer, then released pressure, he did it again and again, a rhythm that caused her hips to strain with the desire for more. Her body was unsure of what it wanted, she wanted more and yet her knees shook in fear of this pleasure being too much.

For the first time, she found herself begging. He was touching her, but he wouldn't allow her to touch him. It was odd to have someone focus solely on her pleasure. She'd never been with someone who was so unselfish.

"I should-" she gasped- "be-" she moaned. "I should be taking care of you." She said between pants.

"You are," he replied. "Watching you like this...is exactly what I want."

With her hair fanned across the bed, her legs open, her chest arched, her breath short, there was nothing more gratifying. Mamoru moved back, so he could lay his head between her legs. The sent of her arousal was delicious, his mouth watered in anticipation. With the tip of his tongue, Mamoru flicked the hood of her clit. Usagi's eyes flew open and she lifted her head and caught Mamoru's eye.

With his gaze locked onto Usagi's, Mamoru lowered his head and with the flat of his tongue he licked her up. Over and over his tongue dipped into her crevice, coming back out, his apex flicking her throbbing pussy quickly until she was screaming and begging. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, thrusting her cunt to his face, looking for the release she desperately wanted. When Mamoru finally, let a finger slide into her sex, his tongue stimulating her clit, she screamed, pulling his hair and thrashing her legs.

He gave her a few seconds to calm down before he positioned his cock between her legs.

"Usako," he said. The name he'd wanted to call her finally breathed air. Usagi's eyes fluttered open, to meet his intense gaze. He bent down to kiss her again and her hands pulled him.

"Usako," he whispered, "be mine."

She responded without hesitation. "I'm yours."

At her declaration he buried himself in her. Being inside her was different than the first. This time she had time to run her fingers along his back muscles, feel him exert his power with every thrust.

"Please," he heard himself plead.

"Tell me what you want," she responded, her voice raspy from shouting.

"Look at me. Tell me again." Her eyes searched his, unsure of what he wanted to hear. "That you're mine," he said breathlessly. Bringing her hands to cup his jaw and keeping her eyes on his, she said what he'd longed for years to hear.

"I'm yours. Only yours."

He whimpered; the sound like a broken heart, before he captured her lips. Tears fell from his eyes onto her face. They confused her, and then she reasoned that Mamoru was likely crying because he was sorry he'd betrayed his fiancé.

She stroked the tears that escaped. It pained her to see him cry. This wasn't the time for him to weep. This was the time to revel in his last day as a single man. She yearned to put the smile back on his face, to lift whatever burden he was feeling.

"Mamo-chan," she called him softly. Despite his tears, he hadn't stopped making love to her. "Mamo-chan," she called to him once more. He put some space between their mouths, allowing her to speak clearly. Once more she cupped his face, and then echoed the words he'd told her before. "Look at me." -He obeyed- "Be here with me, right now. Don't go anywhere else," she was, of course, referring to his roaming thoughts. But in Mamoru's mind, her words meant something else entirely.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." He continued to make love to her until she came, once, twice, and on her third he followed her into bliss.

He didn't allow her time for a deep sleep. He continuously woke her up, his hands and lips stirring her body into arousal. It wasn't until the early morning that Mamoru had allowed his fatigue to win out. He was woken a few hours later when he felt the loss of weight on the bed.

Mamoru's eyes were slow to open. During his rest, his mind had convinced him that his time with Usagi had been part of some miraculous lucid dream. He was reluctant to part with it; didn't want to open his eyes and face reality. But he would have to, there were too many things that needed to be done before the wedding.

The sound of a foot stomping on the ground forced his eyes open. Looking to the left side of the bed he saw her. A thrill came over him as he realized that she wasn't a dream. His hands enveloped her waist and he pulled her toward him. He heard her laugh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's just these boots can be hard to get on."

"Boots? Why do you have shoes on?" It took him a minute to notice she was completely dressed. "Why do you have clothes on?"

"I'm going home baka," she joked. He frowned. Home? She couldn't leave. She kissed him quickly on the cheek and pushed herself off the bed. Mamoru was out of the bed just as quickly, grabbing the sheets and wrapping them around his waist he cut her off before she could make it past the kitchen.

"Wait-wait! "

His eyes were large and panicked. He wanted her to stay. She couldn't leave. What could he do? Usagi returned his look with one of slight confusion and bewilderment.

"Mamor-"

"Aren't you hungry?" he interrupted. If there was one thing Usagi could never say no to, it was food. "The food at this hotel is supposed to be the best in all of Japan! Anything you could dream of they can make." He began listing random breakfast foods. "Eggs, bacon, sausage, rice, miso-"

Usagi could feel her mouth water. It all sounded so good! "I've never had room service before!" her eyes glittered.

"Let's order everything," Mamoru said hurriedly. He didn't want her to change her mind. Her smile brightened.

"Okay!"

With the bribery of food, complete control of the (obscenely large) television, and continuous orgasms, he'd gotten her to stay until the next afternoon.

"Don't go," he begged.

She giggled. "I've got to get back to the real world now."

"You can't" -he shook his head- "You said you'd be mine."

She laughed. "I have a life I've gotta get to" she smiled brightly. "We've gotta pop the bubble." She stuck her pointer finger out and poked at the air and made a popping noise. The trill of her phone burst from her bag. Digging into her purse she fished out the device and held it to her ear.

"Moshi moshi...I'm okay. Why? Whatsup?...Oh really? He's right here. Hold on." Usagi pushed the phone to Mamoru. "It's Motoki, he wants to talk to you."

As soon as he said hello, Motoki's voice nearly made his ears bleed. His best friend was yelling and cursing.

"Where the fuck are you? Do you know the hell I've been through these past two days! No one has been able to get in touch with you! You have your phone off. You have your phone off, or it's dead, whatever the fucken case you aren't answering your fuckin phone. You missed five appointments. FIVE! You've never missed one befor-"

"That's not true. I mis-" But he never finished his sentence. Motoki had hung up.

"I've never heard him so angry before," Usagi stated in awe whilst taking back her phone. "Wow. You're in so much trouble-" her phone rang again- "Moshi, moshi...ohhh Hi. I'm so sorry, I'm on my way there now." Usagi began rushing out.

"Wai-" She pushed her hand over his mouth and signaled for him to hush.

"Yea...that's even better. Thank you so much. I'll see you soon." She hung up the phone and pressed her lips against Mamoru's briefly.

"Congratulations Mamo-chan," and she sped out the door.

Thirty minutes later Motoki came in to find Mamoru sitting on the couch looking a mess. When he opened the door, his raven head snapped to attention his gaze focused intensely at the person opening the door. But once the dark haired man had processed who it was, his head slumped back against the couch.

"Thanks for the amazing greeting asshole," the blonde muttered. "Why aren't you dressed yet! I spoke to you half an hour ago! You've stuff to do, hurry up and get dressed!" When Mamoru didn't move, Motoki moved closer, "Hey, are you drunk? You hung over?" -taking a deep inhale and not perceiving any alcoholic smell he slapped his Mamoru on the shoulder. "Hey! Up to, let's go, wedding stuff to do."

"I'm not."

"Not…"

"leaving."

"Woah...I can't believe this. You're getting cold feet! I read about this, but I never thought you would be one of the guys that would get it. You've never had problems with committing. Well," he slapped his friend's shoulder good naturedly, "it's okay. It's wedding jitters, people get'um all the time."

"You know what she said?"

"What?"

"She said if I'd have asked her out before moving to Harvard...if I had told her...it'd be her I'd be marrying and Saori that I'd be having my bachelor goodbye with."

"..."

"But that's not true. I'd never touch another woman."

"I'm confused."

"She's the only one I want to be with."

"So you didn't sleep with Usagi-chan?"

"It was everything and more."

"So you did sleep with her?"

"I need to go to her."

"Huh?" Motoki was confounded. He couldn't make heads or tails of what his best friend was babbling about. "Well... whatever," the dark blonde dismissed the conversation. "You're about to see Saori in just a few hours, so there's no need to get so introspective."

"Who? What?"

"What is wrong with you!" Motoki shouted.

"You found her," Mamoru jumped up, finally realizing the obvious. "You know where she is!"

"For fucks sake, if you want to see Saori now we can call her and have her meet us at the last tux fitting. Let's go! I had to reschedule the appointment from yesterday, since you were a no show!"

"What are you talking about!" Mamoru accused. "I don't care about a stupid appointment. Tell me where I can find Usako!" It took a minute for Motoki to understand who his friend was talking about. When it hit him his eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape.

"Her name is Usagi-chan," the dark blonde corrected, but his voice wavered. He wanted to be wrong.

"She's my Usako. I need to tell her. I have to tell her. I need to-"

"What, do you need to tell her," Motoki interrupted. Please, he thought, please don't-

"I love her." No. Motoki placed his hands on his face, his palms pushing into his eye sockets. No.

"You can't love her, Mamoru. You're getting married."

"No. I'm-"

"Listen," he stated cautiously, "What you're feeling is just wedding jitters. Whatever you think you're feeling for Usa, it's not real. What you feel for Saori, that's real."

"Usa?" Mamoru caught the way he said her name, shortening it like lovers often do. "Did you- Did you fucken touch her!"

Before Motoki could move Mamoru had him by the throat, ramming him into the nearest wall. Motoki heard Mamoru shout again, the man's voice loud and terrifying. "Are you with her! Are you fucking her?! I'll fucking kill you." With every statement he banged the blonde against the wall. Motoki's vision was going black.

"No." Motoki could only choke out the word. The Best Man was sure he was going to pass out from the lack of air. But then Mamoru let go. Motoki gasped for air, holding his throat he fell to the ground. "I've never even- I love Reika. I would never…" He leaned against the wall, still attempting to catch his breath.

He had never seen Mamoru violent, never once had he ever felt afraid of him. But when Mamoru had looked at him, the way his eyes darkened and he threatened Motoki's life. He knew, his best friend would follow through, and being the intelligent and methodical man that he was, he'd be able to get away with the murder. The blonde gulped.

"I'm sorry," Mamoru apologized. "I know you love Reika and wouldn't ever...but when you'd said Usako's name like that...It-"

"Mamoru-kun. I've never seen you like that."

"I need you to tell me where she is. Please, I...I need to tell her...I love her."

"Listen Mamoru, just because you have sex with someone doesn't mean-"

"I've loved her since I was nineteen! I've loved her every day since, even after I left. I've thought about her, dreamed about her, and now that she's mine, I won't let her go. So you'll tell me where she is, now."

Well...I know it isn't the best, but I really tried! I hope you, at least, enjoyed the storyline.