Chapter 4
Sailor Moon ducked into a nearby alley and de-transformed. Once back to her human self, she smiled and leaned against the brick of the alley wall. She sighed contentedly, though her heart was still racing. The image of Tuxedo Kamen's shocked face as he sat on the ground popped into Usagi's head and she giggled. She shook her head in awe. She had been trying too hard before to flirt with Tuxedo Kamen—batting her eyelashes and sending suggestive signals. All she really had to do was listen to her body, and react to his. And boy did her body react to his! Usagi blushed remembering the way he pressed himself against her, and the warm feeling that spread through her stomach as he did so. 'But he reacted too!' she thought to herself triumphantly. She could tell he was on the brink of losing control, and she liked it… She had never felt so… powerful.
Satisfied with the night's events, Usagi pushed herself away from the wall and began to make her way home.
Endymion entered his chamber and closed the door behind him. He flopped dramatically, face down onto the bed. He rolled over with a sigh, and stared at the ceiling in contemplation. His body still warm and his skin still humming from her contact, Endymion thought about Sailor Moon. How could she affect him so? He's had the company of many women, believe you me, and he'd never felt like this before. And she was just like every other woman, wasn't she?
He thought again of her pink lips, of the way her hips rose to meet his as he pressed her against that tree, and his pants suddenly felt tighter. Endymion chuckled. 'Perhaps she is not like every other woman,' he thought to himself. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He needed release! Lord knows Queen Beryl's door, and legs for that matter, were always open to him, but he knew she would never do. He wanted her—Sailor Moon.
He sat up in his bed, a disturbing sensation filling him. It wasn't just her body, he realized, that he wanted. There was something in their banter, something in her gaze… It was…familiar. Familiar, and comfortable, like a warm blanket, and he felt a sense of longing.
Endymion rose to his feet, shaking his head, and shaking away the strange thoughts buzzing through his head. He headed straight for the bathroom. He needed a shower. He needed a COLD shower.
It was about three days later when the next attack occurred. A youma had been set loose in the mall, and the five Senshi were on the scene to defeat it.
"Shabon Spay!" Mercury called, causing a thick fog to overtake the area where the girls were fighting.
"I'll stun the youma with my attack!" Jupiter called. "Then you hit it with the Moon wand, Sailor Moon!"
"Got it!" Moon replied.
Sailor Jupiter threw a bolt of lightening at the creature, and Sailor Moon quickly hit it with her wand. Sailor Moon breathed a sigh of relief as the freed human fell to the ground.
"Nice job guys," Moon said to her Senshi.
"You too, Sailor Moon," Mars replied. "You're really stepping up your game!"
"Thanks," Moon smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, Sailor Moon, you're becoming quite the warrior," a cocky voice agreed.
Sailor Moon spun on her heel to face the mocking man. "So you decided to make an appearance after all?" Sailor Moon drawled.
Tuxedo Kamen chuckled. "Of course. You think I'd miss the opportunity to see you in action?" he replied smoothly, and Sailor Moon blushed. "Until next time," he said before tilting his hat and dashing out of the mall.
Sailor Moon started to go after him, when Mar caught her arm. "Sailor Moon! Where do you think you are going?" she demanded.
"I need to hit him with the Moon wand whenever I can," she lied. "Let go, or he'll get away!" she pleaded.
"Alright," Mars sighed. "Be careful!" she called after Moon's retreating form.
Sailor Moon exited the building and she saw Tuxedo Kamen leap onto a nearby rooftop. She promptly followed him. When she landed on the rooftop, she found Tuxedo Kamen waiting for her, arms crossed.
"Expecting me, were you?" Sailor Moon asked raising an eyebrow.
"Of course," he smirked. "You can't resist me anymore than I can resist you."
Sailor Moon flipped one of her pigtails over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "You and that cocky attitude again," she replied, head shaking.
Sailor Moon then yelped in surprise as Tuxedo Kamen grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him.
"Why do you enjoy teasing me so?" he asking flirtatiously.
"Because I can," she purred, boldly clutching the waistband of his pants.
Well that just sent him over the edge! Tuxedo Kamen grabbed Sailor Moon by the waist roughly, spinning her around and forcefully pushing her back against a brick wall. He dove for her mouth, pressing his lips against hers. Sailor Moon winced slightly at the hard contact of his mouth, then parted her lips in an attempt to soften and deepen the kiss. Tuxedo Kamen followed suit, and their kisses fell into a slow, smooth rhythm. She wound her white-gloved fingers through his thick black hair, willing him even closer. He moaned softly as his hands traveled over her hips, one hand daring to travel even higher and cup one of her breasts.
Sailor Moon gasped at the contact and Tuxedo Kamen pulled away from her lips, trailing warm kisses down her neck and collarbone.
Panting, he stopped his decent, and looked into Sailor Moon's eyes. She stared back at him, his smirk shining through his stare. "This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?" he asked, his eyes darkening as he gazed at her lips once more.
Sailor Moon stiffened, Tuxedo's innocent question stirring discomfort within her. Her bottom lip began to tremble, and Moon roughly pushed the masked man away from her. "This isn't…" she began, her words suddenly lost to her. "I don't…" she stammered again, brow furrowed in confusion.
Sailor Moon abruptly stopped her attempts at speaking, and briskly strode to the edge of the roof. As she prepared to leap away, Tuxedo Kamen yelled, "Wait!"
Moon turned hesitantly toward him, his gaze confused and lustful at the same time. He shook his head at her, trying to discern what had just occurred.
Eyes hard, Sailor Moon spoke to Tuxedo Kamen. "Believe me when I say, THIS," she emphasized, gesturing between the two of them, "is not what I want."
With that, she leapt away, leaving Tuxedo Kamen on the roof only to stare after her. A strange feeling began to well up inside him, and he shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He felt suddenly…lost. Cold air now replaced her warmth and he had never felt so alone.
Tuxedo Kamen let out a sudden snort-like laugh. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, he asked himself aloud, "Why am I thinking such nonsense?" He tried to shake off the uncomfortable and unfamiliar feelings. He narrowed his eyes in determination, further ignoring the stirring emotions. "She is nothing," he assured himself, his voice hard and cold. "Nothing but a target."
Sailor Moon paused in an alley about a block from her home. She slumped against a nearby dumpster, tears stinging her eyes. She was angry at herself, at her own weakness. She was losing control, and way too early in this game. She was all-too-present and engrossed in her latest encounter with Tuxedo Kamen. So much so, that she had nearly forgotten her plan. She had nearly forgotten that he was evil. Her feelings for Endymion and Mamoru were beginning to cloud her judgment already. 'I came on too strong, too fast!' she scolded herself.
With a huff she pushed herself away from the dumpster. She began to pace the alley in frustration, angrily kicking the aluminum cans and bits of trash that crossed her path as she did so. "He is not Mamoru!" she scolded herself. "He does not love me and he never will!" Her pacing came to a halt. "He never will… at least not in his current condition. We will only have a chance at love if I heal him."
Her resolve restored, she assured herself that she would be more controlled, more calculated. This Tuxedo Kamen should mean nothing to her. Nothing.
Her eyes filled with tears once again. "If he means nothing to me," she whispered, "then why do I feel like this?"
Sailor Moon sighed. This was going to be harder than she ever imagined.
Endymion paced about his chamber, his face painted with frustration. 'I need to obtain that crystal!' he told himself. His Queen was not known for her patience, and he knew time was running out. He needed to put his plan into high gear. His last meeting with Sailor Moon did not go as he'd planned, and he still felt unsettled about their encounter. Pushing away anything that even resembled feelings, Endymion began to adjust his strategy.
"Maybe I came on to strong?" he wondered aloud. "I need to play at her emotions—not just her sexuality…"
"Encountering some speed bumps, are we Endymion?" Kunzite goaded from the doorway of his room.
Endymion straightened his posture and narrowed his eyes at the general. "Not at all, Kunzite. Things are progressing nicely, so you can just back off," he growled.
Kunzite laughed. "Hardly. If things were progressing as they should, you would have the Silver Crystal by now," he smirked. "The others are starting to talk, you know. Saying that you can handle this assignment on your own."
"Who's talking?" Endymion demanded.
"No matter," Kunzite replied nonchalantly, "but perhaps you could use some assistance with this task?"
Endymion furrowed his brow, "What are you proposing?"
"So glad you asked," Kunzite smiled as he moved from the doorway and into the room. "It's simple really. We abduct Sailor Moon and bring her here. We then get the crystal from her by any means possible. I suggest torture," he finished grinning evilly.
Endymion straightened. The idea of torturing Sailor Moon did not sit well with him, but there is know way he could let Kunzite know that. "That is a possibility," Endymion lied, "but Sailor Moon won't be easy to capture, not with the Senshi there to protect her."
Kunzite grinned wider, "Now, see, that is the truly delicious part. I saw Sailor Moon transform. I've seen her in her human form. All we have to do is track her down, and we can take her in her sleep. It's too easy."
Endymion's mouth unconsciously tightened. "Let's save that plan as a back-up. I'd still like to continue with my current strategy for the time being," he ordered, his heart beating harder.
Kunzite narrowed his eyes, suspicious of the Prince's motives. "Why?"
Endymion searched the floor, trying to come up with an acceptable reason. "Pride."
"What?" Kunzite questioned.
"As much as I hate to admit it, succeeding in this plan is personal as much as it is professional. This is my chance to prove myself, and I'd like to be given that chance," he finished, staring hard at Kunzite.
"Very well," Kunzite answered. "You will proceed…for now." Kunzite gave Endymion a final cold look, then exited the room.
Endymion audibly exhaled once Kunzite was out of site. He needed to move fast.
Sailor Moon walked to meet the rest of the Senshi in a daze. It was 1:00 in the morning, and she should be in bed! Unfortunately, Luna had decided at the last Senshi meeting that the team should be more proactive in their duties and start patrolling the city at least twice a week. So, Sailor Moon was on her way to begin her first patrol, grumbling all the way. Moon arrived at the park, and instantly spotted her friends.
"Morning, all" Sailor Moon grumbled.
"Oh, Usagi, grow up!" Luna scolded. "You are a Senshi, and this is your duty!"
"But, Luna! I'm tired!" she whined.
"We're all tired, Lame Brain!" Mars yelled. "Now let's get to work."
The girls scoured the city for the next two hours, encountering not one youma. "Alright, girls," Luna began. "Let's just check the dockyard, then we'll call it a night."
"Right," the five girls agreed.
When they reached the docks, the Senshi decided to split up to save time. Moon wandered to the end a long pier, kicking seashells and trash along the way. "What a waste of night!" she muttered to herself.
"Oh, I don't know about that."
Sailor Moon jumped, startled by Tuxedo Kamen's sudden appearance. "What do you want?" she asked, taking a fighting stance.
"Relax," he said, putting his hands up. "I'm not here to fight."
"Then what ARE you here for?" she demanded.
"Sailor Moon?" a voice called in the distance.
Realizing the Senshi were drawing near, Tuxedo Kamen decided it was a good time to make his exit. "Just get rid of the Senshi, and I'll explain," he promised her. "Meet me in the warehouse," he whispered before leaping away and disappearing into the night.
"There you are, Sailor Moon!" Jupiter exclaimed. "Well, it looks like the docks are all clear, so we can head home."
"You go ahead," Sailor Moon told her. "I need a moment to myself."
"Here?" Mars questioned. "Usagi, the docks aren't a safe place for a girl to be alone," she whispered worriedly.
Moon smiled at her concerned friend. "Ah, but you're forgetting, Sailor Mars, I am no ordinary girl. I am Sailor Moon," she smiled heroically. "I will be fine," she assured her. "You guys go home and get some sleep," she told the rest of the Senshi.
"Okay, Sailor Moon," Venus nodded, sensing they should back off.
Sailor Moon watched her Senshi retreat, her feet still planted at the end of the pier. She let out a long sigh once they were out of sight. She looked over the shoulder toward the harbor. The water glittered, the moons reflection shimmering on its choppy surface. Turning away from the water, and the gentle calm it brought, Sailor Moon began to make her way to the warehouse in the dockyard.
She surveyed the large building when she reached it. Its exterior was dull and worn, streaked with water and dirt. Several of the windows were broken, and she found herself wondering if the old building got much use these days. Sailor Moon crept through a heavy steel door, which had been left slightly ajar.
She peered around the large space. It was littered with large boxes, crates and other packing materials, but not much else. Her heels echoed on the concrete floor as she made her way to the center of the room. "Where the hell is he?" she whispered harshly. Could this be a trap? She suddenly realized how stupid she was for coming here alone.
Just then, Sailor Moon heard footsteps behind her. She spun around to see a dark form sauntering toward her.
"I wasn't sure you would come," Tuxedo Kamen smirked as he closed the distance between them.
"Well, you must admit," she began rolling her eyes, "this is not the most appealing place to meet."
He chuckled in response, "You've got me there."
Tuxedo Kamen was nearly an arms length away when Sailor Moon's hand flew up, signaling him to halt. "What do you want," she demanded coldly, her heart pounding in her ears.
"Just to…talk," he replied as he took off his top hat and tossed onto a nearby pile of soft packing material.
Sailor Moon straightened. She realized this was her chance. They were completely alone, and he was obviously interested. What he was precisely interested in, she couldn't be sure—they were playing the same game after all. But she new this was her best chance to seduce him…to have him under her power, have him begging for her. But most importantly, this was a time she needed to maintain full control—of both his emotions and her own.
"Really?" she asked coyly. "And just what would you like to talk about?" she asked, tilting her head and nibbling her bottom lip.
Tuxedo Kamen unconsciously bit his own lip in response. He took a step forward, leaving but a foot between them. "Let's cut the charade, Sailor Moon."
Her breath quickened. 'Oh no!' she thought. 'He's on to me!" Sailor Moon took a stepped closer to Tuxedo Kamen, closing the small gap between them. "Charade?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
Without saying a word, Tuxedo Kamen slowly brought a hand to his face. He then pulled off the thin white mask covering his eyes and let it flutter to the ground. Sailor Moon's breath caught. He was revealing himself to her? His enemy? Her eyes traveled upward and locked with his. His gaze was soft and mischievous at the same time, just like…'Mamoru,' Sailor Moon thought.
'Oh god,' she thought to herself 'I need to get a hold of myself!' Silently reminding herself this was NOT the Mamoru she knew, Sailor Moon moved forward with her plan.
"You know, Tuxedo Kamen," she teased, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me."
"Moi?" he asked as he put a hand to his chest, pretending to be innocent.
"Well, I'd think twice about it if I were you," she cautioned him as she pressed herself gently against his chest.
His body filled with heat at her touch, and genuine desire began to well up within him. "Why is that?" he asked, his voice deep and seductive as his gloved fingers began to toy with the hem of her short skirt.
"I fear once you have a taste of me, no other woman will possibly compare," she purred, creeping her own gloved fingers up his chest, toward his collar.
Tuxedo Kamen stiffened slightly. He knew that they were playing a game—that she was just trying to get a rise out of him. But some part if him knew her statement was completely true. For a moment, he thought about ending this. He was in too deep and he was but an inch away from losing total control. Then he looked down at the girl pressed against him, her lips pink and parted and her eyes lustful.
"Ah, fuck it!" he grumbled as he dipped his head and took hold of her mouth.
Sailor Moon let out a small squeal in response, not prepared for the abrupt oral assault. Their lips met and fire exploded within them both. Tuxedo Kamen kissed her hard, pleading to delve into her mouth, until she parted her lips and obliged. Sailor Moon let out an audible moan, and Tuxedo Kamen kissed her even deeper.
Sailor Moon gripped at his collar as their mouths pushed and pulled at one another, not able to get enough of the feel of his lips against hers. Their kisses became softer and less rushed as Tuxedo Kamen began to focus his attention on the rest of her body. His hands slipped past her waist to grip hungrily at her backside. In a sudden move, he lifted her up by her rear, pulling her fully against him. Sailor Moon wrapped her legs around his waist in response, and she pushedher hips against him.
"Oh god," he panted, as he carried her toward the pile of packing material. He lowered her onto the material, and began to kiss her neck. Sailor Moon moaned again as he grabbed her breast. Tuxedo Kamen kissed her on the mouth once more, then paused. Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen stared at each other for a moment, their chests rapidly rising and falling. They both knew where this was going, and they both knew a decision had to be made. How far were they going to take this?
Sailor Moon searched Tuxedo Kamen's eyes for the answer. She just needed to see some part of the man she knew in his gaze. Suddenly, her breath caught. There is was. It was just a flicker, but somewhere in there she saw him—Mamoru.
"Take off your clothes," she demanded, her mind made up. Whether she had really seen some semblance of Mamoru she could not be sure. It may have just been wishful thinking. But whoever this guy was on top of her, she wanted him bad!
Tuxedo Kamen peeled of his jacket and tossed it aside. He then pulled off his gloves before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt. She stared at his muscled chest through the open shirt with admiration. After removing her elbow-length gloves, she ran her hands up the warm skin of his torso. Her hands slipped under the fabric of his shirt, pushing it back over his shoulders and revealing his well-toned arms.
"Well, well, well. I see someone's been working out," Sailor Moon teased approvingly.
Tuxedo Kamen grinned devilishly and dove for the blonde, causing a seductive giggle to pour from her lips. He kissed her again, and gripped the top of her fuku. He paused but a moment, holding his breath as he pulled it down, baring her chest. As if by reflex, his head lowered and he began every part of her he could, evoking various sounds of pleasure from the heroine. He continue to pull the fuku down over her hips and thighs, until he'd completely removed it, and it was left discarded in a heap with his jacket and shirt.
He gazed down at her naked body, and he was filled with desire, and passion, and…and something else he could quite name. All he knew was that he'd never felt so amazing in all his life. Tuxedo Kamen removed the last of his clothing before lowering himself on top of her. He reveled in the feeling of their bare bodies pressed together. He kissed her deeply, almost lovingly before he buried himself inside of her.
Her back arched as he entered, a loud moan escaping her lips. The two moved together for several minutes, softly kissing and caressing all the while, until they both called out in release.
"Oh, Sailor Moon!" Tuxedo Kamen breathed.
"Oh, Mamoru!" Sailor Moon moaned.
Panting, Tuxedo Kamen propped himself up on his elbows above the girl. "Huh?" a mix of confusion and recognition briefly crossing his features. "Who is Mamoru?"
Sailor Moon stiffened beneath him. Had she really called him 'Mamoru?' She then let out a loud sigh and let her body go limp. Tuxedo Kamen gently rolled off of Sailor Moon, and looked her expectantly, awaiting an explanation.
"Well?" he prodded.
Sailor Moon rolled her eyes and pushed herself into a sitting position. "It's you, you baka! You are Mamoru!" she yelled in frustration.
Tuxedo sat up dramatically, feigning insult. "How many times have I told you not to call me baka, Odango Atama?"
They both froze. About twenty different emotions crossed Tuxedo Kamen's face, confusion being the most recurrent.
"Oh my god," Sailor Moon breathed. "Oh my god," she said again, touching his arm. "Mamoru?"
Tuxedo Kamen leapt up, suddenly angry that he did not understand what was going on here. He hurriedly gathered his clothing and began to clumsily put it on. "I-I don't know what's happening," he stammered. "I have no idea what you did to me, but I don't like it!" he hollered as he reapplied his mask.
"Wait," she pleaded, jumping to her feet. "I didn't do anything! Please! You need to remember," she begged.
"I—" he began, noting the sincere look in her eyes. "I have to go," he said before abruptly transporting back to the Negaverse.
Sailor Moon sank back to the ground, covering herself with her fuku. Tears began to well up in her eyes. "Mamoru," she whispered.