* 2021-12-16

Now shit gets real! Entanglement time! Yay!

Please take note my stories contain mature subject and are PG18+++. There is graphic violence, coarse language, sexual situations and triggers as my characters deal with emotional, physical or mental traumas.

Late Night Escape

Chapter 9

The girls final shopping spree for prom should have ended with strawberry shakes at the arcade. Not fighting some disfigured, rabies looking monkey/dog monstrosity. Or taking down a warped white-haired General. No, that was not what Fridays were for!

"Hasn't the Negaverse ever hear of TGIF!?" huffed Sailor Venus to her team mates, avoiding an energy blast from the General. But the discharge still managed to fry the tip of her hair. Snapping, she retaliated. "You freak, I'm gonna lasso that damn hair of yours and yank it out!"

Tsk, tsk, Venus. You shouldn't make promises you can't keep. But come, I'll play if you're game," the General called back tauntingly, bounding away.

"I'll handle the monster; you guys get the General! I'll catch up when I'm done!"

"But…" Sailor Mercury tried to protest, but Moon wouldn't have any of it.

"Go, before you lose him. We're getting them once and for all!"

The creature waited for the others Scouts to leave before attacking ferociously Sailor Moon. Its attacks erratic and relentless. The blond warrior went to punch out the monster but its claws slashed at her stomach. Tuxedo Mask appear in that moment, showering the creature with his piercing roses, which left Moon's stomach maimed instead of shredded. He pulled her back as the thing struggled to get unpinned from the ground.

"Hold on!" Tuxedo Mask grunted, pulling Sailor Moon against him, out of the way of the Youma's follow-up attack. Already the heroines fuku was stained in blood.

"I'll distract it, you finish it off," he suggested.

Just as he was letting her go, his face turned three shades paler as he took a couple of unnecessary seconds to let her go. She ground her teeth through the pain as she pulled out her tiara. As the animal lunged to attack Tuxedo Mask, she let it fly, decimating it. Once danger had passed, Sailor Moon crumpled to the floor clutching her stomach.

'Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! I was almost healed! How am I going to go to the dance now!?' she scowled internally. That would have to wait.

Quickly taking out her communicator, she called the Scouts but no one answered. Until they called, there was no other option but wait. In the meantime, her stomach needed tending and that meant getting away from Tuxedo.

"Serena?"

Sailor Moon's eyes shot wide open, her whole body froze as she felt Tuxedo Mask standing behind her. 'Shit! How does he know my name?' She got up as best as she could and turned on him her face blank of any emotion.

"Did you say something Tuxedo Mask?" She prayed her voice didn't give her away.

"Drop it Serena. I know it's you." Without a second more, his arms engulfed her in a tight embrace, his body pressing into her. His hands holding her as if to ascertain she was alright, as if he couldn't believe his own deductions.

Sailor Moon stopped breathing. That smell… That feel… That touch… The glamour couldn't hide what they had felt against each other their past encounters. She knew this man all too well. The muscles, the height, the built… How was this even possible? How hadn't she figured this out till now?

"Darien?" She whispered.

He nodded against her forehead. Serena remained in shock.

"Meatball Head…" His world was falling apart under his feet. The girl he was attracted to, the Moon Senshi he always protected, were one and the same. His innocent sweet little bunny was the heroine he fought along with.

Countless details started to make sense. Her super strength, her fast reflexes, her quick punches… Her darker side, her maturity, her determination. How had he overlooked all the signs? He suddenly recalled all the times she rushed out, the bags under her eyes, the bruises over the years… So many little details he had assumed was due to her clumsiness. He never imagined it was due to her battles as Sailor Moon. He still couldn't.

Darien was brought back to the present moment when he felt his stomach getting cold and wet. Pulling back, realization hit him. Her blood had seeped into his shirt.

"First, we need to clean your wounds. Stitch, if necessary… Then we'll talk…" His lips were kissing her forehead when a beeper interrupted them.

Serena reached into her sub-pocket for her communicator. Mars appeared out of breath and pissed as ever on the screen.

"Did you get the Youma? Are you alright?" Serena nodded knowing her voice would give off too many emotions at the moment. "Go home and rest. He lost us. We'll get that prick next time." The priestess fumed, barely containing her rage. "I'll fire bomb his ass next time!" The moon warrior smiled as she hung up, relieved that her friends were ok. Mars would have otherwise told her.

"I'm going to Mercury's to get medical treatment… We'll… We'll talk about this another time." She didn't know what to think anymore. How could Darien be Tuxedo Mask of all people? The attraction, the pull… It wasn't just hormones. It was their other selves calling to each other. She needed some space and time to unmuddle everything going through her head.

Thinking back, Darien had been the only man to get under her skin. The only one to beat her physically… The ROSE! How hadn't she figured it out?

"No," he persisted. "I'm going to treat your wound now. My place is closer than Amy's." He picked her up bridal style before she could protest. "Please Bunny… Just… Please let me do this…"

What could she say to that? What could she do? They couldn't avoid one another anymore. All her resolve, all her justifications were nullified. He was as involved with the Negaverse as she was… Her head fell against his shoulder as she clutched her abdomen as the painful process of healing started.

"Okay." With that, the masked hero took off.

As Sailor Moon had passed out on the way, Darien waisted no time as he made his way to his bathroom. She stirred as the bright lights came on and the coolness of the room seeped into her bones.

The blond heroine rested her weight against the vanity as Darien settled her on her feet. Her eyes followed him as he took out a first aid kit. With upmost care, the hero laid out bandages, scissors, gauzes, disinfectants, a needle and thread… His practiced hand demonstrated just how many times he had done this over the years. Unlike her, who had the scouts, he had done this all alone. Medical school had come in handy.

"Either you remove your fuku or let me cut it so I can see the damage."

"It's fine… Just cut it."

His dark head nodded. Just like his tux, her fuku would reappear in mint condition next time she transformed. Darien knocked off his top hat, removed his mask and gloves. His blazer followed suit to the ceramic floor before he washed his hands.

"Ready?" His voice was soft as he looked up from his kneeling position in front of her.

After her nod, the scissors cut carefully around the wound, her toned stomach slowly exposed to his sight. He cursed under his breath as, even through his worry and annoyance at seeing her hurt, a spike of lust rose.

The cuts were shallow at that point but enough to allow a trickle of blood to seep out. Serena wouldn't need any stiches; the healing process having tackled the worst while she was passed out. All that was left was to clean the cuts and bandage them tightly to prevent any permanent scars from forming.

Forcing his desire down, he put alcohol on the gauzes, patting the cuts slowly and carefully. Serena hissed, clenching her fists. He watched as her toned stomach constricted under his ministrations, how the air burst out of her chest and slowly drew in. As the bandages covered her wounds, his attention shifted from nursing to more pressing issues.

Looking up at her, there was a thousand and one questions crowding his mind, flashing in her eyes. But neither seemed capable of communicating under the shock of the discovery.

His Serena, his bunny, was Sailor Moon.

And his sweet little obsession was right here, in his place, in his bathroom…

And though they should talk, and would, at some point… Really, they would. Talk…

Talk was the last thing on his mind as he got off the floor.

The damn of emotions, the years of longing, of denial, of running around the bush, burst. Whether it was the proximity, the new-found knowledge, the fact that she almost got cut in half… It didn't matter. He needed her. NOW. Needed with a desperation bordering on senselessness.

Serena looked up into his face as he placed his arms on either side of her hips on the vanity, boxing her in. Even through the pain, shock, disbelief, somethings never changed. Darien was still the only man that could make her blood simmer, sometimes in frustration, others exasperation. Now it boiled in uncontrollable want.

It wasn't clear who kissed who, but before she knew it Darien had picked her up by the ass, sitting her on the vanity top. His lips worked havoc across her lips, winding their way to her neck, pushing aside her scout uniform to get to her shoulders and chest. Her legs wrapped around his thighs instinctively bringing their cores against each other.

With jerky unsteady hands, the buttons of his shirt fell open. The smooth muscles under her hand surprising her; it felt so sinful to touch a man for the first time but more than that, it was intoxicating. She suckled and teased the skin of his torso, while his hand found her breast through the cut gap on her stomach.

Serena moaned as the pleasure build. There was this exquisite fire when he rubbed her clit, the frictions building, an addictive tension in her lower belly. She gasped and moaned, digging her fingers into his ass, her head falling back, hair spilling all over the counter. He started grinding so hard into her that her head banged against the mirror, shattering it.

"Jerk!" She moaned screamed. And proceeded to get her revenge by biting his shoulder.

Darien picked her up and rammed her against the wall, forcing her to hold onto his shoulders as he kept the frictions going between them.

"You're fault babe," his voice husky and low. "Can't get enough." Darien knew he should stop, this was not the way he had wanted them to come together. But with Serena wrapped around him, her clit wet and achingly hot against the fabric over his dick, he couldn't bring himself to stop. They were so close and yet not close enough.

She lost all thought as her first climax built, and all she could do was gasp and moan and let the waves of pleasure built and built and built until they exploded. Darien gripped her thighs firmly as she twitched in the aftermath as he came hard, and kept going to keep the sensation going.

"You're a screamer." He teased playfully against her ear as he suckled on it as the tremors slowly subsided. "I'm not surprised."

"Fuck you." Complete embarrassment and then mortification overtook Serena as she came back to reality. She pushed him away, landing on wobbly legs and made to leave the bathroom. What had she been thinking? Just because he was Tuxedo Mask, did it really make it alright for her to give in?

This was not a good idea! This could very possibly put both of them in danger when they had to fight. Feelings and complications could cloud their judgements, or some shit like that. 'Why can't I think straight?' Stupid hormones!

"Bunny, sweetie, stop! I'm sorry. Wait!" Darien pulled her urgently back against him in a tight embrace even as she fought him.

"Let me go, Darien." She tried to pound on his chest to break the embrace. "Yay! So we know each other's secret identity. Whoopi Fucking Doo!" She spat with all the sarcasm she could muster. "It doesn't change things between us! We're not exactly on the same side of this fight!"

"How can you even say that!? I've had your back for 4 years now!" Darien snapped in mock hurt.

"But you didn't hand over the jewels you got!?" Serena retorted raising her chin in defiance.

"Well you never said why you needed them or tried to form an alliance!"

"Neither did you! ... Let me go," she pleaded, knowing their argument wasn't making any sense. "I can't think straight tonight! We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"NO! You are staying right here!" The hero's resolve was emphasised by the vise grip around her waist. "I'm never letting you go again?"

Serena gasped, looking incredulously at the man holding her. "Have you gone crazy?"

"Yes!"

With that Darien kissed her again, hard, demanding. Pinning her against the wall in the hallway, he grabbed her hands, holding them so she couldn't runaway, couldn't escape him. He pushed into her, already hard. His mouth descended down her collar bone to her chest. His mouth kissed and then his tongue licked her breast through the material until he felt the shift when her fighting him turned into wanting him.

Suddenly, the dark-haired man felt himself falling backward as Serena's legs wrapped around his in a tripping motion. His butt hit the floor with her on top. Without wasting a moment, they were back it, thrusting against each other frantically, building momentum, Darien's head off the floor as he kept fondling her breast while she grinded into him, fingers exploring his expense. It didn't take long before that ecstasy exploded again as they kissed fervently. In that moment, something seemed to bind them, a bright light entering their minds.

Freaking out, Serena pulled back gasping. "Enough Darien! This is a bad idea! FUCK! You're older. You're suppose to listens to reason?! This is dangerous… We can't be together!"

"But we just were. And we were good." His hands kept caressing her exposed legs. "We do everything to protect the world, so why can't we be selfish about this?"

"Because that is exactly what will put us in danger! Our attraction will distract us when it counts."

"No, our emotions will strengthen our bond and will make us stronger, we'll be able to protect each other better!" He knew they should finish this talk. She was right to bring this all up. But really, how much more time did they need to waste. Wasn't four years of lost time enough.

"Stop trying to change my mind, I'm not doing this with you!"

"You already have. Why can't you stop fighting this? I'm not some weakling who will get easily hurt because of the Negaverse. I'm Tuxedo Mask for crying out loud Serena. And what's more, I've cared for you since that first day we met! I've cared for both of your sides! I'm not going to let you run away from me or this!"

With that, Serena was flipped over until Darien was on top, caressing her tongue with his to prevent any further arguing.

* All that fighting but looks like the point and match is in Darien's hands now! Mwahahaha!