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A Kiss Out Of Habit
Endymion was irritated.
It crawled beneath his skin like an ever-present itch that he couldn't quite locate, forever out of his reach.
It wasn't the first time. He watched from the sidelines, his face so tense it physically hurt to unlock his jaw, his hands balled into fists.
Kunzite's youma had Sailor Moon cornered.
He found himself watching the doors and windows, snarled as he locked the stray hope away that the Senshi might appear to help her any second now.
No. This was the plan. Beryl wanted the Moon princess captured. He was a soldier of the Dark Kingdom.
The itch turned unbearable. He gasped aloud, it turned into a growl.
When Sailor Moon howled in pain, he snapped.
Her eyes looked at him in hopeful surprise when he hurled a black rose right into the youma's eye and lifted her away and out of the trajectory with one, too practiced, too familiar fit of his arm around her waist. She held on like she belonged.
The youma howled after him and with a growl from his angered lips, sparks flew from the rose in its eyesocket, rendering it to painful shrieking agony.
He didn't let go of Sailor Moon. In the corner of his eye he saw Mars and Jupiter arrive, but it only caused his grip to hold on tighter, his jump to lift higher.
He broke out through the windows and told himself it was because he wanted to be the one to capture the Moon princess. He wanted the glory.
And yet he felt no urge to present her to his Queen at all.
He could. He had her in his arms. More fully now, even. She didn't put up an ounce of fight, this trusting, naive idiot. His arm clutched tight around the back of her knees, the other cradled her to his chest. He could phase away right now and lay her at his Queen's throne.
The very thought had his gut twisted, the itch turning into crawling maggots, bitter bile creeping up his throat.
He set her on her feet on top of the nearest rooftop. The bright, contrasting lights of the Tokyo night sky shone in colorful magenta and blues from her shining, hopeful, naive eyes, as she looked up at him and settled her hands against his chest in a gesture that moved something in him, shifting something in him so forcefully he gasped again. Nudging, screaming, crying in his chest.
He swallowed it down with a hiss.
She pulled on his shirt, pulled him down towards her, her eyes on his lips.
"Mamo-cha–"
Before she could finish the uttering the offending word, again, he clawed his gloved hand into her shoulder and pressed his lips to hers.
She whimpered into his mouth, allowed it all; his hand as it drew around her waist and pressed her to his form, his tongue against her lower lip, swallowing her gasps with tortured sighs.
It wasn't habit. He knew it wasn't. He didn't kiss the enemy like this. This needy, this breathless, this relieved.
His chest cried out, the itch had stopped.
The urge to do this, though. Exactly this; attack her mouth until she curled her hands into his hair, gripping him tight until it hurt him, crying into his mouth, falling under his spell.
The urge to kiss her like this was older than his memories.
The urge to kiss her like this was the habit, the urge was the unbearable pull.
Whoever he had been before, whoever he was who had held back so often it was ingrained into his very skin… it was not him. Endymion was not someone who held back.
Endymion pushed Sailor Moon hard against the chimney behind her, pushing her up the bricks and closer against him as he ravaged her mouth, her neck, pressed his tongue flat against her jugular and hissed in pleasure at the frantic beat it hammered back against his aching lips, his skin singing at the way she keened and clawed her fingers against his scalp and into the tuxedo jacket almost wildly, wherever she could reach, pulling him even closer.
They kissed as if the other would disappear if they didn't.
No, Endymion did not hold back. Not at all. Not this time. Neither did she.
Obvious Setting Tag: Classic (Evil Endymion arc)
So remember how Evil!Endymion was so absolutely bad? ? at being bad? ? and kept rescuing her like? All the time?