Once Usagi and Mamoru were alone after the new revelations, she placed her hand on his mouth. "Yes, that's a lot, and I can't imagine how much pain you're in. It all needs to be discussed, and I am here for you. Right now, I really need to fuck, though."

Mamoru was entirely on board, and he knew what she meant. It wouldn't be tender or about coming close together. They were both hurting, and they needed something visceral to take out the pain on.

He tore off her clothes as she did the same to him. He said, "I need this so much."

They were in the living room, and he pressed her to the couch hard, knocking it against the lamp. The lamp then fell, and they heard it break –neither cared.

He entered her swiftly as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist. As he did, she scratched his back and moaned. He had her half on the couch as he drove himself into her roughly. Feeling her inner walls on his cock as he thrust into her drove all the hurt and pain from his mind.

Mamoru grabbed her hair and pulled hard, making her scream in pleasure. He used it all as leverage to penetrate her as deeply as he could.

He himself go fully focusing on nothing but the sounds, smell, and feeling of their sex and let it consume him. He desperately wanted her to be losing her mind with pleasure, even half as much as he was.

Usagi was in total bliss. He was thrusting hard into her and hitting her G-spot perfectly. She was awash in pleasure. On top of that, she loved it when he let go and just acted like the sexy vampire he was. One that could bring her to places of pleasure she hadn't known existed.

Mamoru snarled and then leaned forward without stopping snapping his hips and biting her in the same spot he had marked her in previously. Marking could only happen once, but he could pretend, using that spot, that it was the first time. Deep in his bones, he felt the need to possess her body entirely –he wanted to re-mark her. Then seemingly out of seemingly nowhere, the intense urge to bite her other shoulder came over him and did just that. He bit her hard, and she orgasmed, her walls fluttering wildly around his turgid cock.

He held on and didn't join her, not yet. He needed more from her before he would allow himself to find his release too. Plus, it was a matter of his pride to bring her to multiple orgasms before he came too.

He smelled the now sweet delicious smell of blood from his werewolf bite. As her blood flowed, he began to drink, gorging himself on her thoroughly.

Her orgasm didn't get him to even pause in how he was fucking her perfect cunt. He knew it would work her back up, and she loved that he didn't ever take it easy on her. She was overstimulated and twitching from pleasure.

They didn't meet in their pleasure, feeling each other's desires and experiences, not with how rough their sex was.

It didn't surprise either of them in the least when the couch broke. All he did was shift them quickly, and he was now fucking her on the floor next to the ruined couch. The one that also had spatters of her blood all over it. Even his bite had been forceful.

Mamoru wrapped both her legs around his waist and took her as hard as he could. Even though he was a new vampire, he had Usagi's combined strengths because he drank from her. It all meant he could take her very hard.

Usagi was scratching his back, enjoying how used her pussy was feeling. It wasn't raw in a way that hurt remotely, but she could definitely feel the lasting effects of how he had her.

She orgasmed again and drew blood with her nails this time. Mamoru's answer to that was to release her shoulder and flash her a sexy smirk. She was biting him and drinking from him a fraction of a second later.

He shoved the coffee table out of his way so he could change the angle of his body. That resulted in him using too much power in his lust-filled state and smashing the coffee table into the armchair, breaking both –not that either of them noticed.

He loved his stamina. Not that he knew much about having sex as a human other than clinical studies and bragging anecdotes. Still, he knew he had surpassed other guys' lies and wishful thinking.

And what he concentrated on the most was that she was his to fuck for the rest of time.

Mamoru let go then and let himself be dragged along by her perfect tight pussy. It lured him into losing control and orgasming deep inside of her. As she coaxed him along, he felt the tug, and it crescendoed more and more. Finally, he shouted as they both orgasmed. He was glad she could take his weight since all he could do was collapse on her ultimately.

He sighed in pleasure. "Best way to solve any problem."

She chuckled in response. "I totally agree." Usagi then looked around and saw the broken couch, lamp, coffee table, and armchair. "Expensive, though."

"Meh, I'll pay to replace them." They both chuckled.

Mamoru then pulled his head back a bit and instantly noticed her shoulder. "What!?"

Usagi looked at him, confused. "What?"

"I marked you again. How is that even possible?"

"Not a damn clue," she responded calmly. "Everything about you is new and unique. We'll see what Rei can find out from Mars."

"You aren't concerned?"

"No, honestly, I plan on bragging to everyone about how I have two marks. It proves our bond to be even more unique in my mind."

He traced his fingers over her new mark. "I wanted to mark you so strongly. I'm so glad it worked."

And he was, but it went even deeper than that. Something inside of him felt calm and settled even amongst the turmoil and despair he felt from what he had learned that morning.

It had left him feeling like a curse. Something he didn't want to inflict on Usagi too. But now it reminded him of how deep their bond was and how he could never be a burden to her.

Even with the incredible distraction and the strengthening of their bond, Mamoru couldn't hold out against reality for too long.

Usagi cried as she watched him break down and fall apart. It had almost been like he hit a wall. He was drinking a glass of synthetic blood along with Usagi when he dropped the glass and started trembling.

She held him close as he began to shudder and tremble. "I'm the reason my parents are dead, and I can't even honor them by remembering them. What kind of curse am I on everyone? Yamato went through hell because of me too."

"Your parents knew what was coming. I not only believe they knew you would forget them, I think they asked for you too."

"What?"

"Miran worked so hard to hide you and cut you off from your past. Why wouldn't that include your memories? Also, what if your parents didn't want you to grieve their deaths?"

"I didn't remember love! How is that better?"

"It's not. I'm not saying it would be right or even okay, but what if, in their grief, they made that call?"

"Then I never get the chance to remember them. I always hoped something in my head would heal, and I would get those memories back."

"You're a vampire. If your brain needed to heal, it would have at the moment of your transition."

Mamoru felt despair wash over him. He killed the parents who loved him, and he didn't even get any memories of them in the end.

Usagi placed her hand on his cheek and kissed his forehead. "Miran's witch is nothing to mine."

"What?"

She smirked, "if your memories were taken from you by magic, magic can give them back."

Usagi knew that wouldn't heal his guilt over his parents dying in his place. That would be something he suffered from for a long time, but it could help the lonely boy still inside of him.

He frowned and leaned his head on her newly marked shoulder. "Am I a curse?"

"No. You're a threat to assholes who want manufactured power. Power you were destined to have. I'm so sorry you lost them, but I adore them for their sacrifice—a sacrifice they chose to make to protect the son they adored. You aren't a curse to them. You are and were their hope." She knew it wouldn't get through to him. Words wouldn't fix hurt like that. But she hoped when his obsessive thoughts took over that. He would hear her words too.

Usagi also had hope. She knew she wasn't the only one there for him. And it calmed her to be sure that Yamato knew, too, and would assure Mamoru that his own abduction wasn't Mamoru's fault. Mamoru now had a support system around him, and that brought her comfort.