Author's Notes: I'm back! And I haven't been away that long either. Only a week, that's quite impressive if I do say so myself. Why the shorter absence this time around? Well, this is one of my favorite chapters (for obvious reasons), so I was real excited to write it and post it for you guys. Besides, I'm only two reviews shy now of 200! So, um, a little help? Lol.

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It really does mean the world to me guys. And before we go any further, a big shout out to a reader, and a writer now, Momo Cakes(formerly Moonprincess111) who has flattered me beyond belief with her amazing reviews and shout outs in the second chapter of her story Teach Me How to Love (which, by the way, I highly recommend you guys check out if you haven't already). It's quite flattering and I wanted to show my appreciation. So, now, on with the story. The moment you've been waiting for finally arrives! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon has never been mine, which is really unfortunate. And this story is rated M for a reason! There are some major, major lemons ahead and if you aren't old enough or mature enough to read them, well you might as well just skip this chapter altogether. ;)

Hell Bent On Love

By: afallenblackrose

Chapter Nine:

Up Against the Wall

(And the Couch and the Bed)

"What are you doing here, Serenity?" The now deep and familiar voice of Endymion rushed through my senses. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my groan muffled. It wasn't fair. After all the time I spent without him around since I told him everything, the one time I actually need him to stay away from me…Well, he shows up. Damn, this guy really knew how to work on my very fragile nerves. In fact, as I opened my eyes to stare at him, he was standing way too close to me. So close that I could just reach out and yank that delicious mouth…. Stop it, damn you! A voice inside me screamed. You are in too much of a fragile state to do this right now. You just accepted that you were raped and also found out that you're the reincarnation of the Devil's bride-to-be that was murdered the day of their wedding. Rein in those hormones, Sere, you'll hate yourself for it later if you don't.

But the voice went almost silent. He had stepped even closer to me, because I didn't answer his question. His fingers reached to cup underneath my chin, and all of a sudden it was a clash of deep azure blue versus my cornflower blue eyes. The jolt of electricity that ran through my veins, reminded me so much of that first kiss we shared back in the closet. Hell, I wanted to have his lips on mine again and other parts of my body for that matter too. Endymion's eyes deepened so that they almost looked black, and I knew that he was feeling the same way I was. We were both just waiting to see who would make the first move. But I needed to reply to his question first, right?

"I just needed to clear my head," I replied, finally. "And I needed to get out of that room." Our eyes were still locked on the others, and his fingers were still underneath my chin. Clear my head, I scoffed in my head, yeah, right. If anything, I was doing the opposite. I was clouding it over so I didn't have to think about my problems, and even though I knew I was going to regret it later (I mean, really regret it later), I didn't care at all. I just knew that I needed him, now.

"Couldn't you sleep? Or did you have some more nightmares?" He whispered, his voice lower and his lips so tantalizingly close to my own that I didn't want to answer his question at all. I just wanted to shut him up, because he was wasting so much time that could be spent doing other more fun things. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought. Damn that Devil!

"No, I did sleep, and I didn't have any nightmares. There were just some other dreams that had my mind preoccupied." I wanted to look away from those eyes, because as the words left my lips, I knew that he was going to ask what other dreams there could possibly be and I would tell him the truth… Wait, that actually might help move things along if he knew that I was having memories of our past life together.

But he didn't even ask, his mouth finally crashed down upon my own and our lips met in a crazy fire of passion and sparks that I didn't know could exist. The kiss resembled that of the one we shared in the closet, but now I knew the reason behind the passion. And it scared me to know that I was acting on the feelings of a five hundred year old spirit of my former self. Like I said before, I knew I was going to regret this later, but I didn't care. I couldn't keep these emotions within me at bay anymore. His tongue teased my lower lip to beckon entrance into my mouth and I allowed him in, feeling my back press against the stone of the hallway. Anyone could walk down that hall and see me, no wait, us doing this. But my mind was too clouded, just the way I wanted, to see reason.

I shouldn't be doing this.

The thought was rushing through my head as my lips molded perfectly with Serenity's. I had just gotten out of my meeting with my advisor, who had told me to avoid her at all costs until I knew for a fact that she was Serena. But as luck may have it, there she had been standing against the wall, her beautiful eyes closed and she almost looked angelic. I couldn't resist finding out the reason for her posture there. Then our eyes met and all logical thought left my mind. My eyes had focused only on her pink tinged lips and only somewhat her reply to my question about the dreams. There were just some other dreams that had my mind preoccupied. The way she had said it, made me only guess at what these 'other dreams' might be. I couldn't take it anymore and let my lips attack hers, in a heat-searing kiss that put the one in the closet to shame.

When I felt her back hit the wall behind her, I knew that there was going to be no going back. I was going to take her, and I wasn't going to stop until I had tired her out into exhaustion. My hands travelled down to the skirt of her dress that she was wearing, and hiked it up. The creamy flesh of her legs was revealed to me as I pulled away from her lips. She looked at me with hooded eyes and I knew that there was no disagreement. She wanted this as much as I did, and my member was in no danger of being kneed this time around. I only smirked as I came back in, kissing her silky smooth neck in the process.

He was doing wicked things to my body and he hadn't even touched me there yet. Damn it, this Devil was talented. His hands were on my hips and jerked me upwards. I lifted my legs and encircled them around his waist, drawing him closer to my very heated core and me. There was a bulge in his pants that touched that spot and I couldn't bite back the moan that escaped my lips. I felt him smile against my neck and felt myself get a tad bit irked. After all this it was still a game to him, but I found myself smirking. He obviously hadn't learned from the closet. I had tricks too.

I reached down to the zipper of his pants and felt him stiffen even more. My smirk turned into a smile then as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with no effort. I reached into the waistband of his boxers and took his member into my hand. His assault on my neck stopped, and he breathed roughly into my ear. I stroked slowly at first, reveling in the fact that I had power over him, but it didn't take long for Endymion to see through my game. He snaked a hand to grab my wrist, pulling it away from his member. I looked up at him and he only shook his head in response as he placed my arm above my head in a death like grip. He leaned back into me, his lips finding the very sensitive spot on my collarbone and I moaned again in ecstasy.

It had been too close. When she had reached inside my pants and took my penis into her hand, I almost lost it right there. But I had regained my senses and stopped her. She wasn't going to have her way with me that easily. I had been waiting a very long time, and I wasn't a very patient man. It was time to stop teasing and finally claim what was rightfully mine. I let go of her wrist, lowering my hand to roam over one of her many curves, causing her to shudder. I smiled, despite myself, and brought her closer to me. She gasped….

His pants and boxers were gone, and I felt him at my entrance. How in the world had he done that? I know for a fact that I had been wearing black lace underwear and he had been wearing pants! But then again, he was the Devil. He had tricks for these things, which were very convenient. He moved, sliding into me so crisply, so cleanly until…

Oh, hell. My head fell back and my breathing increased. He was filling me completely. I didn't want him to leave, but knew that he needed to move or else I might totally lose what was left of my sanity. I opened my eyes again to see Endymion brace his palms against the stonewall behind me. He pulled out, all the way, and came back in causing me to mewl in pleasure.

She was so tight! When I entered her, I thought that I was going to spill inside of her before we had even begun, but I knew that I had to have her come first and somehow was able to pull out. Before I plunged right in again. Her moans of pleasure were driving me, and I sped up. Her hips, eventually met me with each stroke, and soon I felt her walls clench around me.

All the muscles in my body clenched, and soon after I felt myself come. I screamed the whole way, and had no qualms about it. Feeling very satisfied, I waited for Endymion to have his release, but he just smirked at me when my eyes met his.

"I think it's time we moved this somewhere more private, don't you?" He asked, and before I could answer we were incased into a wall of flame. I was surprised that it didn't burn, and wondered where exactly he was taking me, but I didn't have long to wonder. Soon the flame faded and we were back in his rooms. He pushed me gently and I fell backwards onto one of the leather couches in the room, legs splayed open. I looked up in question, but the words died on my lips, for standing before me was a completely nude, Endymion. My eyes ran over the very sculpted muscular chest, and my fingers itched to touch him. He kneeled down before me, and pulled me closer to the edge of the couch. The skirt of my dress had dropped from when he hiked it and he took it in his hands, and pulled.

The fabric tore, and he continued to pull as the tear moved upwards, until it was clearly two pieces of a whole. My black bra was now visible, but he didn't seem to care. He lifted himself above me and pushed the straps of the dress down my shoulders. I could feel his erection pressing into my stomach and I then realized that this wasn't over yet. No, Endymion had only just begun.

She was an absolute vision clad in only her black bra. Her creamy skin basically begged for my touch, and her chest was heaving. She looked breath taking and I could only imagine what she was going to look like once I was through with her. I dropped back down and spread her legs apart to give me better access. I placed a kiss on her inner thigh and moved deeper.

I arched upwards as I felt him slip his tongue into my core. He lapped at me like he was a cat lapping at milk. I felt myself going higher and higher as he continued to lick at my core, until I thought I wasn't going to be able to take anymore. He pulled away and I almost screamed in protest. But he wasn't gone for long. When he came back, his index finger delved inside my folds. My hips bucked upwards, taking him deeper inside of me. He pumped furiously, adding more fingers as he did so. Driving me to the brink of insanity. He knew that this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him and his member back where they belonged.

Wait, what? Where they belonged? Where did that come from? I found myself thinking, having the briefest moment of clarity before he thrusted his two fingers deep within, and caused me to forget everything.

I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them up to my face. They were dripping in her fluids, and I couldn't help but smirk in victory. She was mine, I wasn't going to share her with anyone, and if that Diamond fellow who had violated her came to hell, I was going to make him regret ever laying eyes on her in the first place. Even if she wasn't Serena. Wait, what? Where did that come from? I shook my head and looked back at the fallen angel who was perched on the couch. Her face blissed out. I licked away the fluids and stood up as I did so. I felt her eyes on me. She was wondering what exactly I was up to, I just smiled as I leaned in.

He picked me up bridal style and began walking. I sort of knew where he was going, and again, I really didn't care. He walked into the bedroom and placed me onto the bed, then draped himself over me. He crashed his lips down on mine again and his hands began to wander along my curves, stopping briefly at my bra. He lifted me with ease and unclasped it, flinging it away. His lips left mine and travelled down to my now bare breasts. He took one in his hand and began to massage it, while he suckled on the other. My back arched, pushing more into his mouth. Damn, that felt too good.

He stopped his ministrations and brought his lips back to mine. Our tongues danced together, and I felt him poised at my entrance again. I brought my legs up to encircle his waist, hooking my ankles together. I pushed forward and he was inside of me again. He groaned in pleasure, and I somehow was able to turn us over. He was now flat on his back and I was on top. He broke away and stared up at me. A mix of shock and enjoyment in his eyes caused me to smile. It shouldn't be too shocking that I wanted to be on top. I wasn't a virgin like his precious Serena was. I knew what I was doing. I pulled back, causing him to shudder, before I quickly impaled myself again on his member. His hips arched upwards thrusting himself deeper into me. I moaned again and he only hissed in response. I pulled back again, my eyes locked on his, before he sat up, bringing me down onto his penis. I was close, and he knew it, as his lips met mine in another heated kiss. When he broke away, I heard him whisper.

"I want to hear you scream my name."

And that's exactly what I did.

Sometime later, I found myself curled up and pressed against Endymion's side. His hand was unconsciously running through my hair, and I was quite content to lie there. I was actually surprised that he had stayed after we had thoroughly screwed each other's brains out, but I didn't mind. It was actually nice to have him lying there beside me. My eyes were just starting to close, when he stopped running his fingers through my hair. I didn't know what was wrong, so I didn't say anything.

But he did.

"What did you mean earlier when you said that there were other dreams that had you mind preoccupied?" My eyes opened wide as I remembered the true reason I wanted to have sex with Endymion. To cloud things over, to not think about everything that had happened. That included finding out that I was the reincarnated form of Serena Salvatore. Endymion didn't know that I knew about her, and that I might be her. He had no idea. But he had just asked the question that would lead me to telling him the truth.

"Well, they're not really dreams," I replied, quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"They're more like memories."

"Memories of what exactly?" He asked, and I didn't answer right away. That seemed to be a problem with us. He was always asking questions and I was taking too long to answer them. The question was why did I take so long? I eventually knew that I was going to have to tell him the truth. Hell, he'd probably figure it out if he slept in the same bed as me from now on, but it was still hard to tell him that I knew his real reason for picking me, for saving me, from my dreaded sentence. What if he got angry? What if he began to love me for all the wrong reasons? Sadly enough, I wanted him to love me for me not because Serena Salvatore's spirit was reincarnated within me. The fact that I even wanted the Devil to love me back scared the shit out of me. I wasn't one to believe in those dumb romantic comedies. I was such a realist when it came to love when I was alive, it was kind of sad to know that I had changed in such a short amount of time.

"Serenity?" His voice interrupted my thoughts. "What are these memories that you're talking about?"

I sighed. I had to tell him and it wasn't going to be easy. "Well, they're memories about you and a woman named Serena Salvatore."

The room was eerily silent except for the rustling of paper. Two men, both lawyers, were looking over the case file, trying to figure out if they had gone wrong at anytime during the trial. A man with sandy blonde hair watched his lawyer with an amused expression on his face. He felt bad for the guy since the case was an easy win for the prosecutor. Andrew had killed Diamond Chambers. It was the truth and it was a fact. He had been found at the crime scene with the gun used to kill Diamond in his hand. When he had been arrested he had laughed his bloody head off. Of course, he couldn't tell anyone the true reason why he had killed Diamond Chambers, because if he could, then maybe he would have been able to get away with two years tops. But no, in this case, he was facing freedom or the death sentence.

And the jury had finally decided his fate.

"Please rise," the bailiff said. Andrew rose from his seat and watched as the man with dark hair and wearing judge's robes walked into the courtroom. He motioned for them to sit down as he sat in his chair. He turned to the jury box.

"Madam Fore Person, have you reached a verdict?"

"We have, your honor," the woman said, looking directly at Andrew.

"What say you?"

"We the jury, in the matter of Andrew Williams versus the people of California find the defendant guilty of first degree murder." He lowered his head, and tried not to smile. It was fitting, he guessed, to be sentenced to death. At least, he had done something worthy in this world.

Namely, killing that son of a bitch and letting his best friend rest in peace.