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Silver and Steel by Nephthys Moon
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Usagi settled herself comfortably into the now familiar circle of Mamoru’s arms. She was starting to wonder what horrors she would see when she closed her eyes, and wondering how she could possibly face it if he weren’t there. It was very well for her to argue in the daylight that she didn’t want to change her old relationship with Mamoru, but in the darkness – she didn’t want to imagine sleeping without him.
“Mamoru-san?” she whispered, hoping he’d not yet fallen asleep.
“Yeah?” he mumbled tiredly.
“I think I know what I want now,” she said, hoping that after the events of the past half hour he wouldn’t reject her.
“What’s that, Usagi-chan?” he murmured, dropping a gentle kiss on her head. She turned her face up to look into his heavy-lidded eyes. A soft smile curved the corners of his lips, and his eyes were gentle, affectionate.
“You,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his. He pulled back.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes fully open, staring at her intently. She nodded. She was definitely sure. Mamoru studied her face for long minutes and Usagi forced herself to return his stubborn gaze. When he lowered his mouth to hers, she was ready.
The fire consumed her again and she welcomed it. It warmed the dark places in her that had been frozen upon the realization that her dreams were memories and then spread.
As Mamoru’s lips trailed down her neck, the heat stopped warming her and became slowly torturous. It spread through her whole body and then contracted, centering itself in the bottom of her stomach. She knew that if she didn’t find a way to quench it, it would consume her entirely, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes where she lay. She reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head, breaking his lips’ tremulous hold on her neck in the process.
“Usa-ko?” he asked, staring intently into her eyes. She smiled reassuringly and trailed one hand from his back to her own chest, cupping her breast up towards him.
“It’s okay to look at them, Mamoru,” she whispered teasingly. “I promise I won’t throw a shoe at you.” He returned her smile and let his gaze drop, his eyes lingering on the pale mounds that swelled from her ribcage in naked lust. His hand found its way towards hers, covering it over her breast and dragging her fingers towards the peak, pushing them to pinch the erect nipple. She gasped.
“Are you going to follow my hand wherever it goes?” she taunted, dragging the other one from his back and running it down her stomach slowly, slipping it under the waistband of her borrowed shorts.
“Whatever my lady wishes,” he whispered thickly, swallowing hard as he propped himself on one arm at her side, allowing the other one to slide sensually down her arm until his fingers were resting over hers on her clit, stroking slowly.
“I’ve never been able to get myself there with my hand alone,” she admitted, a faint blush warming her cheeks. “I’ve tried quite a few times, too.”
Usagi watched in heady delight as his eyes narrowed and darkened and his bottom lip was suddenly sucked between his teeth. “Maybe I can show you how?” he offered.
She smiled and nodded, quickly slipping her hand from under his and resting it gently over his, pressing his middle finger down onto the tiny bundle of nerves, her arousal spiking at the slightly rough texture of his finger against her.
“Pay attention, Usa,” he breathed, lowering his head until his lips were at her ear. She turned her head, putting her lips within an inch of his, silently begging him to kiss her. He complied, fusing his lips with hers, letting his finger twitch ever so slightly as he did. Usagi gasped and he took advantage of her open mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting in to duel with hers. His finger began to move in small circles, slowly applying more pressure as his mouth continued to ravage hers and Usagi found herself gasping for breath under the maelstrom of sensation that was washing over her. She pulled her mouth away, taking in deep gulps of fresh air even as she released a moan, her hand tightening over his, her other hand reaching up to clutch the silky hair at the base of his head.
His lips seemed to find a new home on her neck, and he trailed little kisses from just below her earlobe to the juncture of her shoulder, licking and nibbling his way down her neck, making her arch up into him, pressing her breasts into his bare chest. The friction wasn’t enough and she reached up, pulling him down onto her. His weight was what she wanted, and she wrapped her arm around his back, trying to pull him closer.
“Are you paying attention, Usa?” he whispered in her ear. “Or am I going to have to show you again?” His fingers picked up the tempo and she felt herself tense, so close to orgasm that she almost couldn’t bear it.
“No,” she admitted on a gasp. “Please,” she managed between pants.
“No, what?” he teased, stilling his fingers and looking down at her.
“No, I’m not paying attention,” she ground out, pushing his hand down again in an effort to find the friction she didn’t just want, she needed.
“Nope,” he said with a smile, pulling his hand from beneath her borrowed shorts and bringing it up to cup her breast instead. “I think I’ll wait until you can focus on the lesson again.”
Usagi glared up at him before deciding that this could be okay, too. She slipped both hands around his waist, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down, using her feet to get them completely off and watching in delight as his eyes widened in surprise.
“What’s wrong, Mamoru-baka?” she teased against his ear, her tongue darting out, tasting the salty texture of the skin below his earlobe.
“Absolutely nothing,” he answered, his hands reaching down to remove hers as well before he settled comfortably beneath her legs. She smiled even as she thrust her hips up, rubbing herself against the erection pressing into her. He gasped and ground himself into her, reaching down to take himself in hand and rub the head of his erection between her labia, brushing against her clit, causing them both to moan. He repeated the action, the tempo increasing and Usagi’s muscles tensed again.
She tilted her hips up slightly, trying to make him slip and he froze. “Hold on a second, Odango,” he muttered, reaching into his nightstand. A few moments later the annoying safety issues were taken care of and Usagi wrapped her legs around Mamoru’s waist. He thrust inside of her, pushing until he reached the hilt and froze at her startled gasp of pleasure. Usagi was tired of waiting on him to realize she wasn’t as fragile as he seemed to think.
She ground her hips against him, rubbing in circles to achieve her required friction, tossing her head back, unaware of Mamoru watching her with unabashed fascination for a moment before reaching down and continuing his earlier ministrations to the super-sensitive bundle of nerves where their bodies were joined. She felt her inner walls convulse a moment before the orgasm washed over her, sending her entire body to into a boneless state as she shattered into millions of pieces. She was vaguely aware of Mamoru beginning to move inside of her as she slowly came back together.
Usagi wrapped her legs and arms tightly around him as he continued to thrust, gaining speed as he lost his vaunted control, and she wondered if he would ever be so wild outside of the bedroom. She smiled as she felt his muscles tense between her legs and he suddenly froze, his hips bucking uncontrollably. He breathed heavily against her ear, and she smiled, stroking his back as he leaned down to kiss her fiercely.
“That good?” she teased.
“Oh, yeah – but you’re going to need another lesson,” he replied. Usagi yawned tiredly. She wasn’t afraid of sleep now; she knew that no matter how bad her nightmare might be, Mamoru would be there next to her to keep her safe. She smiled.
“Sleepy, Usa?” he asked, rolling off her and tucking her beneath his arm. She nodded. “Go to sleep, then. You have class in three hours.” She groaned and debated walloping him with a pillow, but she drifted off before she could.
~~~
“Mako-chan, wake up,” Motoki whispered urgently, shaking the tall brunette, relatively certain that he was taking his life into his own hands. She blinked her bright green eyes at him and stared when she realized what was going on.
“Where’s Usagi-chan?” she demanded.
“She had a nightmare. She’s with Mamoru-kun now,” he explained. “That’s not why I’m here, though. I have to ask you something important.”
She struggled to free herself of the covers and motioned for him to sit next to her against her headboard. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you have any memories of what happened to you when you were in that accident a few years ago?” She stared at him and shook her head. Motoki took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “There’s something I think you should know, Mako-chan. I was the one that found you all.”
“I knew that, Motoki-kun – what does that have to do with you waking me up in the middle of the night?” She stared at him, irritation growing on her face – he swore he could feel the static electricity in the air growing by the minute. Of course, he acknowledged silently, it could just be his imagination.
“There’s something about it that I never told you – any of you,” he began. “The other girls’ parents made me promise not to unless it was a life or death situation, and when Usagi-chan showed up the way she did tonight, I knew that the time had come.”
“You’re scaring me,” she admitted, trying to read his face for clues about what he was going to say.
“You all appeared out of nowhere that day,” he explained. “There was a huge flash of pink light and then suddenly there you all were, in a huge crater in the street. I came out to see what was going on and found you lying there and suddenly things started to make sense. When you were unconscious, I could see past the glamour that hid your identities and see the people behind the uniforms.”
“Uniforms?” she repeated. “What are you talking about?”
“What do you know about the Sailor Senshi?” he asked. She appeared to think about it for a minute before answering.
“They were the ones who fought those monsters everyone said had overtaken the town,” she said slowly. “We were told that we’d probably been involved in some kind of battle between them and the monsters. What does this have to do with Usagi-chan’s nightmare? Did she remember something?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But when she showed up in our room tonight, she wasn’t Usagi-chan – she was Sailor Moon.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“That’s what I saw, Mako-chan,” he said softly. “You and your friends were the Sailor Senshi. Usagi was Sailor Moon. You were Sailor Jupiter.”
“I’m not amused, Motoki-kun,” she said threateningly.
“I’m not joking,” he insisted. “Mamoru was Tuxedo Kamen – but I knew that, anyway.”
“And the others?” she demanded, her hand gripping his tightly as she tried to wrap her mind around what was being said.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’d never seen them before – not that I can recall. They were wearing a uniform, I think. Gray pants and jackets with different colored trim.”
“For some reason, that sounds familiar – like I should know that uniform,” she breathed silently. “You say Usagi-chan showed up in your room as Sailor Moon tonight?”
“She did – Mamoru seemed to take it pretty calmly, actually. He just told me to leave the room and when I tried to find out if she remembered anything he said we’d talk about it in the morning.” Motoki shook his head sadly.
“I wish I could remember, Motoki-kun,” she said softly, resting against him.
“You’re not mad that I kept this from you?” he insisted, looking down at her head on his shoulder.
“Not really. Usagi-chan’s father can be kind of scary, and if Hino-san was involved, too – well, I’d be terrified to tell me, too,” she admitted. “Sailor Jupiter?”
“Sailor Jupiter,” he confirmed. “I think we should get everyone together tomorrow and talk about it.”
“I agree,” she said.
~~~
“So, what is your plan now, Artemis?” Luna asked scathingly. She’d woken immediately upon sensing what had happened between Mamoru and her charge and was ready to blame everything on her partner.
“We’ll have to tell them,” he said quietly. “We might not be able to restore their memories, but we’ll have to tell them.”
“I don’t know what good it will do,” Luna began, but a scream cut her off – a scream coming from the street below them.
“You don’t think…” Artemis started.
“The Dark Queen?” Luna finished. “Yes, I am afraid I do.” The cats jumped off the balcony and made their way to the street below. By the time they arrived, there was nothing left of the victim but a few scraps of clothing and a pile of bloody, fleshy chunks.
“It has to be her,” she muttered quietly, staring at the body – or what was left of it.
“We have to wake them,” Artemis insisted. Luna nodded.
“I can try to restore their memories, so long as they will let me in,” Luna said quietly. “We’ll try tomorrow. What about the others?”
“We’ll have to try to exclude them,” Artemis said.
~~~
“There’s something that Motoki-kun needs to talk to us about,” Makoto said. Usagi was comfortably snuggled in Mamoru’s lap on the reclining chair in the girls’ living room. Her eyes darted around the room. Motoki and Makoto were standing in front of the television, and Ami, Rei and Naru were sitting on the sofa and Minako was lying on the floor. The others were standing around.
As Motoki stood and told his story, Usagi stared at him, wondering if that’s why she felt so much stronger today than she had the day before.
“What about us?” Kunzite asked, and Usagi shuddered a bit at the voice. It was the first time she could recall meeting the silver-haired man, but she wasn’t positive she liked him.
“I’m sorry,” Motoki said quietly, “but I hadn’t seen you four before, nor did I know who you were.”
“They were once the Shitennou, the most trusted guardians of the Prince of the Golden Kingdom of Earth,” a female voice said. Usagi looked up – she knew that voice. It was the voice of her conscience. “They were seduced by the Princess of the Pyrite Kingdom and turned on their Prince. They led the charge on the Moon Kingdom against Queen Serenity – a charge that was held off for three days by the power of the Sailor Senshi. One by one, the Senshi fell at the hands of the Shitennou.”
“Who are you?” Usagi asked curiously.
“Where are you?” Kunzite added. A small black cat jumped onto the low table, a white one joined her. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the two felines.
“Right here,” the cat said. No one seemed as surprised as they’d expect at the appearance of the cats. Four pens in different colors appeared on the table and upon seeing them, Usagi stood and left the room, returning a moment later with her pink brooch, which she laid next to the other items.
“Motoki-san is right,” the white cat confirmed. “You five are the Sailor Senshi. Mamoru-san, we don’t know anything about your transformation into Tuxedo Kamen. You were not a part of the Moon Kingdom and were never in our charge.”
“Then who was I?” he demanded.
“I should think it was fairly obvious,” Kunzite drawled sardonically. “If we were the guardians of the Prince of Earth, and the Senshi protected the Moon, then you must belong to us – our Prince.”
“Kunzite is right,” Luna said. “You are Prince Endymion of the Golden Kingdom – and the lover of Princess Serenity of the Moon, heiress to the Silver Millennium and bearer of the Ginzuishou.”
“No offense to your Princess,” Mamoru cut in, looking annoyed, “but she’ll have to find someone else.”
“Oh?” Artemis asked. Usagi wasn’t sure, but she thought the cat was smiling sarcastically.
“Yes,” Mamoru said. “I’m with Usa-ko and your Princess will have to find someone else.” The cats laughed.
“Usagi-chan is the Princess,” Luna said quietly.
“Oh,” Mamoru said quietly.
“Wait – Moon Princess?” Usagi repeated. “You expect me to believe that I’m the Moon Princess?”
“Yes,” Luna said simply. “I can restore your memories, Usagi-chan, and I can attempt to restore the memories of the other girls, but I’m afraid that my powers will be useless on the rest of you. The Dark Queen is coming, and it is imperative that the Senshi be prepared for her arrival.”
“Wait just a minute!” Makoto said across the cat. “What if I don’t want my memories restored? What if I don’t want to be a Senshi?”
“We cannot force you, of course,” Artemis said quietly. “But can you really stand around and watch, helpless, as those you love are attacked? Will you leave Naru-san and Motoki-san defenseless against an enemy they cannot fight, knowing that you have the power and ability to stop her?”
“When you put it that way,” Makoto muttered bitterly.
“Your pens are here if you choose to use them,” Luna said diplomatically. “I am willing to attempt restoration of your memories at any time. Usagi-chan, I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice in the matter. As the Princess, it is necessary that you have the knowledge to use the Ginzuishou if it is needed.”
“Now see here,” Mamoru said angrily. “Usa doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. No talking cat is going to force her into anything.”
“She’s right,” Usagi whispered, her heart swelling at his immediate defense. “I can’t leave Naru-chan defenseless. I can’t leave my family, or her family, or Rei-chan’s grandfather without protection – not if I have the power in me to save them.”
“If you’re sure, Usa,” he offered, wrapping her tightly in his arms. “I’m proud of you,” he added in her ear and she felt herself flush with pleasure.
“I’m with Usagi-chan,” Makoto said, reaching for the green pen in front of her. “Wherever she goes, I follow.”
“Me, too,” Ami added quietly, her fingers grasping the blue pen on the table.
“Count me in,” Minako said with a wide smile, her hand wrapping around the orange pen.
Rei stared at the others for a long, tense moment. Usagi felt herself stop breathing, waiting to see if Rei would join them in their mission or not. The raven-haired miko nodded silently and pulled the red pen towards herself, staring at it in disgust and resignation. Usagi reached for her brooch, determination filling her. She slid off Mamoru’s lap and held the brooch above her head.
“Moon Prism Power Make-Up!” she shouted, shuddering as the pink light enveloped her again. Distantly, she heard the cries of her companions.
“Mercury Power Make-Up!”
“Mars Power Make-Up!”
“Jupiter Power Make-Up!”
“Venus Power Make-Up!”
When the pink glow faded and her eyes adjusted, Usagi stared in wonderment at her friends. Save the variations in color, their uniforms were identical to hers. They had actually fought in these short skirts?
“Mamoru-san?” Luna said, staring at the black-haired man. He returned her gaze curiously. She sighed. “I had hoped that Usagi-chan’s transformation would trigger your own – it seemed to work that way in the past.”
“I don’t know – there’s something there, but I can’t figure out what it is,” he admitted quietly. He looked stricken, and Usagi was overwhelmed with an urge to comfort him, to take that haunted, useless look out of his eyes and bring the smile back, but he stood before she could act on it. “I think I’m going to go lie down for a bit. I’ll talk to you later, Usagi-chan.” He strode quickly towards the door, his roommates, including Motoki, following him, leaving six young women to stare after them in confusion and not a little hurt.
“Usagi-chan, shall we try to restore your memories?” Luna asked quietly, and Usagi nodded.
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