Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!

Club Inferno, that night was a wonderful time for the whole group. Ami even got the fight she had been hoping for. After Zoisite had beaten up the man who had tried to grab at her body and pissed him off, he pulled her to the hall near the private bathroom. "Why? What was that about? You were looking to entice some creep to try something, and that fool was more than willing. Am I not paying enough attention to you?"

She looked up at him with wide, vulnerable eyes. "Is it because I'm the 'nerd'? Is that it? Minako commented on that. I…I spent my whole life with my books, and it was so lonely. But now, I have friends and a man who loves me. It's amazing. I don't want to be the 'nerd'; I want to be a seductive woman. I want to feel not only loved, but also desired—fought over. And since you're a werewolf, I figured the fighting and claiming wouldn't upset you."

"But is it that you need other men's attention too?" He pressed. "Am I not enough?"

"No! I don't know how to explain…" she replied sadly.

She started to walk away, and he pulled her back and pressed her to the wall. He was holding her there with his body and his gaze. "Try harder. Am. I. Not. Enough?"

She sighed and shook her head. "It's that…" He was patient while she thought about it. Finally, she said, "it's that I struggle to feel like I'm enough for anyone. For so long, I didn't have any friends, and that was painfully lonely, but more than that, I have divorced parents that tell me they love me."

"I don't understand…" He stopped, regretting interrupting her.

"My mom does love me, but she works constantly, and my father says he loves me and lives and works overseas. I get a postcard from him on my birthdays. I-I hear I'm loved and…Don't get me wrong, I believe you and…Dammit, I'm a bit broken, and I don't believe love keeps people by my side! When you claim me as yours, that matters more to me than any words of love. That word is all twisted up in my brain."

She dropped her head down onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I went to this one party a year ago, and I was miserable. I didn't know anyone, and no one asked me to dance. I watched this beautiful woman there who had everyone's attention. That was with a man who punched a guy who tried to get handsy with her. I was so jealous. I didn't want the guy; I wanted to be wanted like that. I wanted to be someone worth being fought over, not a pathetic wallflower like I was."

He pressed his body up against hers harder and grabbed her thighs. "Well then, I guess I get to let my wolf out to play more—good. All I needed to know is that I, alone, am enough for you." He began nibbling on her neck and then added, "mine!"

"Yours—all yours."

He pulled back and said, "let's go back out there and dance. I want to make it evident to every man here precisely who you belong to and who's taking you home. I thought a sophisticated woman like you wouldn't want me to behave like that, so I held back—no longer. In the future, if anything, you'll have to tell me to back down."

They went out and danced, and his hands and body were all over her. Even when they weren't dancing, and she was talking to her friends, he had her pressed to his side with his hand possessively on her hip or her butt. And from time to time, he would growl out that she was his, and she would return his words. "Yours," she vowed every time.

Kunzite knew he had miscalculated a bit by initially being so impulsive with Minako. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he was a goner. He felt the deep pull and attraction of his true mate, and he was in a room full of mated pairs. He knew how it would turn out, and he refused to miss out on what they had. If happiness and contentment were the end goal he was heading toward, why wouldn't he clasp onto that? Now he knew the very impulsive Minako didn't really know how reserved he regularly was.

She was dancing with him and to him and his hormones; it felt very close to sex. If it wasn't for their clothes…He tried not to think about that fact. He just held her and hoped he could hold it together as they danced. He wanted her body—badly.

She smirked up and him, "so, are you going to get out of your head, or am I going to have to torture you some more?"

"What?!" He asked, pulling back and looking at her in shock.

"You've been trying to tell me something since our first night together. Yet you forget I know a lot about werewolves." She stopped dancing and looked up at him. "You're a pack leader, well, now second in command. I know your type. Why do you think it excites me so much that you were impulsive and claimed me before saying a word to me?"

"I-I…It does?"

"Yes. So much. You wanted me badly enough that you claimed me roughly and immediately. You're not an impulsive man, so it made me feel desired and special. Like you were willing to act irrationally due to your attraction to me."

He pressed her back to his body. "You are more than welcome to torture me, Minako. You do get me to act differently around you. I'm realizing, with you, I want to. Especially since it seems you understand me so well." And he meant that completely. Now that he knew she understood he had acted out of character, he felt truly seen.

She did torture him on the dance floor that night, and when he got her home, he paid her back for everything. He had her tied to his bed, and he drove her wild for hours.

Makoto and Nephrite, however, had grown tired of the VIP section quickly. They both spent an hour trying to pretend they were enjoying it, each trying to make the other happy. It was Makoto who finally broke. She huffed out, "please tell me you think this is so damn boring!"

"So damn boring!" he replied quickly. "And the music sucks!"

They made their excuses and were gone quickly. He smirked at her as they exited the club. "So, I have this place in mind. I think you'll enjoy it."

"If there isn't fighting involved–"

He cut her off, "Underground fight club by the old warehouse ten blocks from here. I know a guy who will let us in. We can watch guys beat the shit out of each other and make out."

She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. "That sounds perfect. Can you be all possessive of me and call me your woman?"

He shook his head. "No, I will call you 'mine' all night."

She smiled. "Perfect."

That night he loved the jealous looks he got as he held her pressed to his body and how excited she got by the fighting. His hands were all over her body the whole time.

Later as he lay sated in bed, he knew he would take her there often. After all, it really excited her, and he felt the full benefit.

Jadeite had rolled his eyes at Rei quickly that night after they got to the club. "When did you lose your sense of strong will? Is it a side effect of the magic you did?"

"What?" She asked, obviously confused.

He cupped her cheek and had her look up at him. "If you say, 'whatever you want' one more fucking time, I'm going to get really angry. Where is my Rei?" He searched her eyes for what was going on.

"It's…It's just for tonight. I wanted to come up with a way to thank you for how amazing you have been to me. I wanted to be your every desire and fulfill every whim tonight."

"I did it all because I wanted to. You don't need to thank me."

Rei dropped her head. "But you've been everything I have desired, and I wanted you to know what that felt like. I want you to understand how I feel about you."

He pressed her to him and breathed in her scent. "I already know how that feels, Rei. You don't have to work to make me feel that way. I already do."

He tipped her chin up to look at him. He said, "You give me too much credit. You seem to think I know how to be a good boyfriend or even a good man. I really don't at all. All I know how to do is to react to how you make me feel and to be the man you inspire in me. Anything I do right is all your fault," he teased.

As she teared up with happy tears, he said, "two things, one, drop the submissive act. It's pissing me off. Two, I will be stalking your innocent self through the woods tonight. That plan I heartily agree to."

She smiled up at him and breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. In that case, go get me a saki bomb; I need a drink."

Mamoru was having a wonderful time. He had his queen in his arms, and he was delighted. He took them all clubbing, knowing Usagi would enjoy it, not expecting to have a good time. He figured he shouldn't be surprised by the fact that when his mate was happy, so was he.

She looked up at him after a while and asked, "any blood lust?"

"No. Should there be? Do you have any?"

"I was just curious. And yes, I do want to kill, but I have long been able to suppress that desire."

He looked at her in shock. "You feel the desire to kill, now?"

"Yeah, there is a guy over there who made a bet with his friends he could get the girl he's dancing with to have sex with him willingly. He gets one hundred dollars for 'fucking and dumping' her."

"Do you need to…"

"No, the world is full of horrible people, and...he's not going to force her."

He wasn't fooled. He saw the sorrow in her eyes. He stepped back and said, "point him out to me." She did, and he stepped away and made his way through the crowd. He hoped that he understood enough about compulsion to do it right the first time. He figured he had Usagi's blood powering him, so it should be easier for him than anyone else.

He grabbed the guy roughly, looked into his eyes, and compelled the jerk to tell the truth. It took two attempts but it worked. He then walked away, and as he did, he heard a woman screaming and then a slap.

He smirked as he strode up to Usagi, "and she will be more careful of smooth words in the future now that she heard his plans for her."

She pressed herself to him. "Any other lust?" She purred.

"Sexual lust for you, it's so intense now. But it was there from the day I first saw you in the arcade." He ran his hands down her body and cupped her ass.

Usagi looked up at him. "You have no idea how much I enjoy being your biggest desire."