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Apr 17, 2022

Dendy Week | Day 4. Fog

We've been very focused on D!Endy so I'm happy to bring in the shitennou in this next installment for @dendyweek and #thesecretswebear. This one is hot and steamy smut, so note the rating!

Many thanks to @linlamont for the beta ❤️❤️

Small summary of The Secrets We Bear:

An aged up, college AU with Mamoru coming into his powers with the Shitennou and evolving into Dendy. With a friends-to-lovers slowest of slowburns between UsaMamo. I'll be using Dendy Week and the subsequent UsaMamo week prompts to flesh out this concept. So, expect some very raw, potentially retconned pieces around this crazy character study as I figure out if this thing has legs or not. Look for the tag #TheSecretsWeBear to follow additional pieces in this universe.

18+ content under the cut

~~~

"Have you even kissed her yet?"

The question came through a mouthful of soba that Nephrite had crammed into his mouth. He slurped the long strands, sauce catching on his cheeks.

Mamoru's blush was immediate. His pulse jumped as he stared across the low coffee table at his counterpart. Jadeite lounged between them, his chopsticks stuck halfway to his open mouth.

Mamoru's mouth flopped like a fish, grasping for words. His mind raced across the things he had done in the past weeks, like gently touching the inside of Sailor Moon's elbow or the weight of her in his arms or that one time he leaned too close to her neck. She had gasped as he breathed her in like air.

His mind was a movie reel of their encounters. The softest touches, then the sweaty bodies straining as cane met tiara, then the feel of her gloved hand wrapped so tight around his cock. The silky satin slid deliciously over his skin as she held him against the bricks. A heavy warmth built and coiled beneath his belly button. His face had scrunched as he huffed out a warning before he came, spurting in her hand. A translucent slush of semen had pooled in her collarbone before she leapt into the night.

But no, they hadn't kissed. He told Nephrite the same once he stuffed enough shrimp in his face that his pulse returned to normal.

"It's no good." Nephrite leaned back against the couch leg, his burgundy locks catching on Zoisite's flowery skirt as it cascaded from the seat. Zoisite pulled the long fabric away as if Nephrite was on fire. The blond settled back into his takeout box, his chopsticks working to find the juiciest pieces of meat before popping them into his mouth. His eyes rolled back from the succulent food punctuated by a small moan.

They had invaded Kunzite's apartment, sprawling around his coffee table with boxes of takeout from Zoisite's favorite haunt. The owner had disappeared into his room, claiming he would return when he had finished setting the line-up for the next swim meet. Don't let the food get cold.

From Zoisite's not-so-subtle glances, the older man's presence was notably absent.

"I think you should fuck her."

Jadeite coughed around his soda and rubbed at the fizz in his nose as he caught his breath. "We are eating." Mamoru's neck pulled as he nodded his agreement.

Another slurp of noodles showed Nephrite didn't share their concern. "And we're talking strategy. Look, Metalia wants you to get the ginzuishou from Sailor Moon. If you can't get close enough to kiss her, you can't get close enough to find the ginzuishou and take it. Ergo," he eyed Zoisite for backup, "you should fuck her. Can't get much closer than that."

Zoisite primly balanced his chopsticks on his box. "They are brutal tactics from a beast, but the reasoning is sound."

Mamoru looked at Jadeite, whose cheeks might have been burning just a touch more than his own. He knew his face showed every emotion–embarrassment, frustration, insecurity–as he worked through a response. His heart thudded from the spotlight and the delicate subject.

"I don't know how."

Nephrite was prepared for his answer. "Don't you have any memories of Endymion? Surely a prince would bang a few ladies-in-waiting?"

Jadeite covered his face. Mamoru was too off-kilter to do anything but stare at Nephrite. He tried to search his memories, but his mind was spinning around what Sailor Moon would look like naked, how they would look naked together, and penis goes where? to focus on distant memories.

"No?"

Zoisite tugged on his skirt again, making Nephrite's head bob. The back of his hand swatted Nephrite's shoulder.

"Maybe you can give them a demonstration?"

"Of sex? I have some porn–"

"No, you brute." Zoisite's long fingers traced the outside of his braid as it curved over his shoulder, then flicked the tail before allowing the strands to fall against his ivory button-down. He had opted to place his crystal, a spray of mottled red-green sakura blossoms, through his hair. "Of seduction. Mamoru can't very well walk up to Sailor Moon and ask her to fuck him."

"He could." Nephrite's statement was absolute, like everyone could easily propose sex, get it, and then walk away no strings attached. Even Zoisite's face contorted in surprise.

After a few bites, Nephrite noticed their dazed silence. "What?"

"Let's focus on how to get Sailor Moon to have sex with you." Zoisite redirected the conversation. "How would you get a woman's attention?"

Mamoru wanted to crawl under the table. Or jump off the 15 storey balcony. It sounded nice at that moment, falling like a leaf on the wind and splattering into a million pieces of bone and blood and brain matter on the sidewalk below.

"He's been doing the touching," Jadeite offered. His voice held a tentative lilt.

Mamoru pressed his palms against his eyes, stuck somewhere between mortified and appreciative that Jadeite was defending him.

Nephrite set his tub down and wrapped his arms around himself. "Oh, Sailor Moon. I could completely devour you." He said into his arms. His head tilted into his shoulder as he looked into the cradle of his arms. He leaned in, his nose bobbing against his invisible lover. His voice was a low grate of a whisper, the kind that reminded Mamoru of all the ridiculous romance movies that Usagi made him watch. "I would eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could."

Zoisite huffed around his meat. His chopsticks motioned to Mamoru and Jadeite. "You've broken them."

The door shuffled across the carpet as Kunzite stepped into the living area. He moved toward the food, pausing in his path at Zoisite's elbow. "What happened to them?" His chin jutted to the youngest members of their crew.

"Nephrite broke them with his barbaric ways of seduction," Zoisite answered before moaning around another piece of meat.

"We need to get closer to Sailor Moon. He needs to learn the art of seduction," Nephrite said.

Under Kunzite's stoic gaze, Jadeite and Mamoru returned to life. They took a few bites of their meal; the taste and texture was off.

"What about you?" Zoisite's voice turned into a purr as his green eyes climbed every inch of the leader beside him. There was no second guessing who Zoisite had in mind for the role of his romantic partner. Kunzite had been all business, immune to the man's various advances. Not that it deterred Zoisite. "How would you seduce Sailor Moon?"

"Seduce Sailor Moon?" Kunzite rolled the idea around. Mamoru relaxed, knowing Kunzite would bring them back to reality and sanity and help build a real strategy.

Until he lifted the chopsticks Zoisite had just been moaning around, fished out a noodle, and slurped it into his mouth. His grey eyes never left Zoisite's, never dipped to see the box or the noodle. The sauce flicked over his pursed lips.

He leaned forward as Zoisite tilted his chin up, as if a string connected their lips. Kunzite tucked the utensils into his thumb as his thick fingers pressed into the flowing river of hair at Zoisite's temple. The pads traced down the line of his face and ear. He skirted the bottom of the lobe as he moved so, so slowly from jaw to chin. Zoisite's lip quivered. Kunzite sank closer.

The room held its breath. Kunzite and Zoisite didn't blink. His fingernail trailed back to Zoisite's temple before he carded through the strawberry blond hair. Zoisite gasped as the nails dug into his scalp and his thick fingers disappeared under the cloak of hair at the nape of Zoisite's neck. He tugged and Zoisite arched in his grip, a soft moan on his lips.

Kunzite was a hair's breadth away from Zoisite's open mouth when the quiet of the room erupted with the latest j-pop band. The bubblegum beat screeched through the apartment as Mamoru realized it was his phone caterwauling.

Kunzite coughed into his hand, then reached down for the unopened takeout box. Zoisite promised murder over his bent back. Mamoru read the silent scream on his moving lips: What the fuck, man?

He swiped open the video call and retreated to Kunzite's kitchenette.

"Usa." Relief filled his voice.

"Ma-mo-chaaaaan!" she chirped happily. She had him perched on her worktable. He waved from his side. She bent closer, examining his picture. "Is it still a good time? Did I catch you with your study group?"

He shook away her concern. "No, it's fine. I'm over at a friend's apartment, but we're at a good break point." He nestled into a corner of the counter. "Math, right?"

"Yes! I have this huge test later this week. It's cumulative and a big part of our grade, and I haven't been doing so well. I can't bring home another failing grade to Mama."

Another? Usagi had never been an A student like him, but actually failing wasn't a common occurrence. She barreled on about being a disgrace and Shingo being the smart one, and he didn't have a chance to ask more.

"Can you please help me?" Her eyes were big and glassy, her lip stuck in her teeth. And it was so Usagi that he chuckled.

"Anything for you, Usa."

He spent another 30 minutes going through geometric proofs and convincing Usagi that there were many ways to measure a triangle. At the end, she thanked him.

"I don't know what it is. When you teach me, I get it. I wish the teacher made it this easy."

"Everyone learns in their own way, Odango. You're doing great and it will make more sense the more you practice."

She nodded, smiling. "OK, I'll let you get back to your group. Tell your friends 'Hi' for me."

He turned to do just that. As he meandered over the overflowing rack of swim trophies to the group lounging in the living area, his gaze met the intense stare of Nephrite. As he opened his mouth to greet them, Nephrite created a circle with his thumb and forefinger and poked the index finger of his other hand in and out in a lewd, sexual gesture.

Mamoru flushed from his nose to his toes. He turned back to the video call as Usagi's hand neared the camera.

"Wait!" He couldn't go back into that room yet. He wasn't ready to face the too real, too sensational reality of his shitennou deciding his sex life.

"What's up?"

His eyes darted to her open bedroom door. "Oh! Oh." There was a mreeerr as she removed her sleeping cat from a sunspot. She dropped her at the door, then closed and locked it. He made his way to Kunzite's bedroom.

"Need a little alone time with Juuban girl?" Zoisite raised a sculpted brow. Mamoru ducked into the bedroom before Zoisite exacted revenge for the accidental cockblock earlier.

When he looked back at his phone, she was under the cover of her comforter. Her phone switched the lightning, and she smiled down at him from her elbows. Her earbuds were in, promising absolute secrecy. He settled into Kunzite's desk chair and connected his phone to the power cable.

He wet his lips as she watched and waited. As he formed and dismissed words to convey his question.

"How would you feel having sex with a guy who hadn't–you know…"

She blinked at him a bit. Then a wide smile and a joyous laugh filled the video. "You found someone!"

"Maybe." He wasn't sure how he would classify his relationship with Sailor Moon. Virgin predator become prey?

She bit her cheek. "Are you looking for something casual?"

He thought for a moment. Casual sounded better than one-night-stand-to-steal-the-ginzuishou. "Yeah, casual."

Her blue eyes didn't blink. For five seconds. "Mamo-chan," admonishment covered her voice. "Are you sure you're okay with casual? I always took you for a committed sort of guy." She pressed the case for her earbuds against her lips. "It's your first relationship, isn't it?"

It warmed his heart that she knew him so well. A smile stretched his cheeks. "School is pretty busy. I don't know if I have time for a girlfriend."

She tsked, but relented. "A casual hookup buddy?"

He blushed as he thought about the way Sailor Moon's warm body felt against his. How her legs ran on for days and the things she could do with her mouth. The things she was teaching him to do to her. "That's more accurate."

"And she knows she might be your first?"

"No?"

"You need to talk to her. You should discuss your boundaries. What you do and don't like. Pick a safe word."

"A safe word?"

She looked at him for the idiot adult he was. "For when it's too much. When you need to tap out."

Light flooded her screen as she tipped open the comforter. "Okay, yeah, your face is that red."

"Usa." He groaned, burrowing his face into the desk.

"Safe words and boundaries, Chiba. Those are the most important things. If you can put those in place, you might protect your heart."

His head rolled side-to-side as he cooled his heated skin on the cool surface of the desk.

"Mamo-chan, you don't need to rush in. You can take it slow. Focus on your studies."

He sighed. If only he hadn't bought a one-way ticket to Seduce Your Enemy to Save Your Friends Land. She gave him another Usagi glare. The kind that reminded him that sometimes he had three adopted mothers.

"Okay, okay," he relented. "I'll take it slow."

She stared him down for a moment longer before she deemed he was telling the truth.

He was desperate to move the spotlight from himself. "What about you? Any new tall, dark, and handsomes I should watch out for?"

It was her turn to blush and look away. "There might be an interested party."

"The normal?" Usagi liked her boyfriends rough and rugged. Mamoru liked them not with Usagi. Mostly because he ended up picking up the pieces, and he hated seeing her upset.

She still wasn't looking at the camera. "Something like normal. I'm still getting a feel for him." Her fingertips danced around her eyelids–somewhere she had read rubbing created wrinkles. "He might just be a fling, though. Maybe I need to get him out of my system."

"Now, who's the one who will get hurt?" She huffed, but didn't refute his statement. He smiled at her, his next words genuine. "I hope you find someone good for you, Usa."

She smiled back. "Same for you, Mamo-chan." She leaned over her shoulder. "I've got to go, Mama's calling. Take care of yourself. And Mama wants you to visit soon."

"After midterms, I'll come for dinner."

"Perfect! Bye-bye, Mamo-chan!"

He waved as she cut the connection. As the screen dimmed, he leaned onto the back legs of the chair. Kunzite's star-stickered ceiling blinked down at him. He rubbed his face as the sound of the TV filtered under the door. What was he going to do?

~~~

He slipped his phone from his pocket. The wind over the glass dome of Tokyo Sea Life Park scattered his hair across the dusk-colored sky. Evening fog was rolling over the bay, thick and grey and hiding him from the eyes below. His other hand rubbed over the etched rose of the red rose crystal in his coat pocket.

Mamoru: Are you okay?

He'd texted Usagi to wish her well on her math exam this morning. By afternoon, he hadn't seen a response, so he texted asking how it went. Still no response.

After a few minutes, his phone buzzed.

Usagi: Bad. Terrible. ASS bad.

Mamoru: Are there makeups?

Usagi: Sure, it's called failing and repeating the grade.

Mamoru: Is it that bad? Do you want to talk about it?

He was supposed to drop the youma ten minutes ago. Somewhere in the park, his shitennou were waiting. But, Usagi always came first.

Or, more likely, he was stalling his next encounter with Sailor Moon.

Usagi: No. I just need to blow off steam.

That meant video games with Shingo or shopping with her friends or emptying the fridge into her bottomless stomach or having sex. His nail caught on the metal spokes of the pocket watch. He couldn't delay much longer.

Mamoru: Okay. Go easy on Shingo.

Usagi: No way! I'm totally taking him down!

He laughed, and they texted their goodbyes. The red rose crystal pulsed in his hand as he looked across the park. The lights from the street lamps were halos in the fog. People headed for the exit as the park neared closing time. The best timing they could get. A few workers mulled about setting up tables and chairs for an evening event.

They tried to keep their attacks at night and away from the night-time haunts. It wasn't possible to protect everyone given they needed to collect energy to stay on Metalia's good side, but they tried to keep the civilians involved to a minimum.

His phone buzzed. The group chat for his shitennou lit up.

Nephrite: Get moving, lover boy. I have an 8am class.

Followed abruptly by:

Jadeite: Are you still on the roof?

Zoisite: ⏳

Mamoru sighed. It was no use stalling any longer.

His crystal bit into his palm as he removed it from his pocket. Their crystals were always the temperature of the Arctic. He pushed away the memories of Point D–the regrets he couldn't change. He held the pocket watch to his chest and transformed.

Black ribbons laced around him as his t-shirt and jeans fell away. A tuxedo and mask solidified around his naked body and his cape swirled in an imaginary wind as he pushed away his top hat. The power of Endymion thrummed through his veins. He leaned into that strength, his body and mind flexing as black lightning pumped through him. His ocean blue eyes opened on a sharper, darker world.

He felt the distant transformations of his brothers. Everything was in place. He took a deep breath, and wrapped his bouncing, nervous heart in a cloak of Endymion's confidence, willed it into calm with the arrogance of a prince, and set about his duty.

~~~

Thirty minutes later, a line of panting senshi stood between the penguin-based youma and a shaking cluster of civilians. Drained bodies lay in the youma's wake, as well as a few toddling, enamored penguins that had escaped the enclosure at Tokyo Sea Life Park.

If Usagi were here, she'd think it was almost cute. But the senshi didn't seem to think so. They launched into their attacks, working to weaken the youma. It barreled through them, knocking them in different directions. He crouched low upon the light post, watching as Sailor Moon launched her attacks. Her face was strained, her teeth flashing as her lips snarled. In her eyes was a fury rarely seen. It stirred the carnal desire in Endymion, seeing her unhinged. His cock twitched as a knot of warmth gathered low in his belly.

Her body moved under the streetlamp. Sweat glistened along her arms and toned legs. His tongue pushed against the roof of his dry mouth, longing to lick the salt from her skin. She kicked and her skirt flared, showing him the angles of her ass and he bit back a groan.

Seducing Sailor Moon was easy. Whenever she appeared, his body tuned to her every move. Even in the early days, when he played savior to the bumbling, fledgling hero, one look at her flat stomach or touch of her hand made desire swirl so fast and so deep he couldn't think properly. She would consume him as he walked her through the motions of a parry and a high kick. The fog in his brain was so thick it surprised him when he found his fingers trailing down the bone of her shoulder blade or driving deep tracks into her thighs.

As her senshi joined and his allegiance became known, they changed the game. He had taught her the basics of battle, and she would rise to meet him. They would pair off, sparring as the other senshi worked to expel the youma or one of his shitennou, creating an opening so that he could challenge Sailor Moon under the guise of seduction.

Their cat-and-mouse game led to sweaty alleyway blowjobs and treetop desserts when the desire grew too much. When the sliding of their weapons and pounding of their bodies gave way to feral instinct.

Tuxedo Kamen leapt from the streetlamp, his cane slashing down against the tiara barreling toward the youma. Sailor Moon turned that hell-bent-on-destruction glare at him. Her hair flared around her, a bun pulled askew and unraveled. The bottom of her skirt was singed a few inches shorter than normal. Water made her fuku clear where it clung to every centimeter of her flat stomach and dipped into her navel. Lightning shot through his spine. He squatted to shimmy his straining cock against his leg. The outline of his thick length hidden from her senshi and was visible as she faced him head on.

And the game began.

She made the first move. Her arm swung out front as she charged him, fully telegraphed to allow him the time to dodge, giving him time to twirl around her, his fingers cupping and trailing across her ass as his cape flared around him. Her eyes turned darker, her scowl deeper. He stumbled as his knees turned to jelly.

Her elbow was next. The jutted point barreled toward his chest. Endymion hooked his fingers into its bend, the flex of her muscles so very, very prominent beneath his fingertips. He redirected her momentum around his side, his other hand palming her bicep, shoulder, and neck as she sailed by. He shifted so that his broad back hid her from her senshi and his shitennou.

Sailor Moon tucked and rolled like he had swept her feet. She traveled end-over-end down a dark side path, away from the battle. The fog parted as she swept through it, disappearing beneath its grey depths. A hot coil of desire swept through him and he pursued her.

She lunged away from his cane as he leapt into the fog. The hard metal rapped against the concrete before her leg caught between his ribs. He grunted and looped his arm under her knee to hold her to his side, and his gloved hand dug into the muscle of her calf. She gave a high kick with her other leg, one he ducked under easily. Her long, muscular thigh sailed over his head, raising her skirts to her waist. In slow motion, her legs opened wide beneath his gaze. Her fuku bent and strained to stay in place through the movement, revealing the lines of her sex against the translucent fabric. The sheen of her desire coated her thighs and fuku. Honeysuckle filled his nostrils as he breathed in her arousal. His cock pulled against his groin.

She twisted, and he fell to the pavement. The air knocked out of him as the world spun. His breath was heavy in his lungs as he gulped against the heat blooming under his skin. His vision righted just in time for him to spin away from her fist.

They faced each other, taking in the cuts and bruises and heaving chests. Her eyes, still frenzied, dipped lower, and an eyebrow lifted.

"Happy to see me?"

"You gave me quite a show." He prowled towards her. Closing the distance, he lifted her chin. Her hot breath warmed his thumb, and a shiver coursed through him. He bent until he was centimeters above her parted lips. "Am I still a dangerous distraction to you?"

She smirked. Her recklessness sent a shock to his pulsing cock. "Everything about you is dangerous."

Her hand slammed into his collarbone. He stumbled back. The pain was short and erotic, and he wanted more. He grunted as her fist landed in his gut. His hands ghosted up her stomach to squeeze her breasts as his mouth latched onto her neck. She gasped against his ear and he groaned.

Fucking her wouldn't be difficult at all.

He caught the knee that was meant for his groin. "Not playing fair," he growled. His teeth pulled at her dangling earring and the lobe tugged deliciously against his mouth.

She shuddered beneath him.

He maneuvered her knee over his bent thigh and the ripple of her muscle as he dragged it to his hip was exquisite. He savored the wetness imprinted on his thigh. His other hand dug into the meat of her ass, grinding her into his leg. Balance lost, she gripped his shoulders, and they both moaned as her fingers yanked the hairs at his neck.

He moved to close the centimeters between their lips. The soft flesh grazed his own as they breathed in each other's panting breaths. Her boot ground into his opposite thigh and she back-flipped out of his grip. Her legs were wide as she moved and the sopping center of her fuku painted a stripe of her juices from his chin to forehead. The momentum knocked his head back, and the sudden smell and warmth and taste of her sex overwhelmed him.

The fog spun around him as he came back to his body. His hard, pulsing, needy cock jutted from his body like a dowsing rod. Her footfalls were ahead of him, racing further into the park and further from the battlefield. He licked away the cream, savoring her sweet taste. Her arousal surrounded him. The dark power within him was a raging fire in his ears as he pursued her.

He was going to fuck her until they were both seeing stars.

~~~

Sailor Moon burst from the fog like a siren, hair spinning and twirling, skirt flashing another gorgeous view of her ass. She vaulted from streetlamp to streetlamp before disappearing behind the glass dome. His exit was not nearly as majestic, pounding the pavement only to spin into the shadows far away from the din of the reception being held in the open area before the dome.

Endymion raced through the brush, one eye trained on the party. Dresses and glasses glinted under the nighttime lights. The sound of a jazz band covered his footsteps as he crashed through the underbrush. A hearty laugh carried over the blanketing sound of merriment. No one had noticed the hero and villain in their midst.

The splash of boots in water drew him to the outline of Sailor Moon. She trotted through the puddles at the base of the dome, ambivalent about their audience. He moved between the cement pillars in pursuit. The droplets clung to her arms and legs. Her skirt slapped against her thighs. The white of her fuku disappeared against her skin and hugged every curve.

He didn't dare step into the water lest he turn the entire bay to steam. She crouched for another leap, but he was too frustrated, too turned on, for another game of chase.

She was just arching over the dome when his taut body slammed into hers. He had expected to land on the opposite side, but his angle was off. He shifted her above him as they slammed into the dome and the world spun as they rolled along its side. His arm and head crashed into the side of a pillar and he gasped as pain shot down his spine. His thoughts disappeared, overcome as he gripped her ass and ground her down his hard length. Her wet body soaked his shirt as her wet fuku soaked his pants. He let out a loud, long moan.

Her tongue lodged in his throat, choking the sound. She overwhelmed his every sense. Her wetness, her smell, her forceful tongue and grinding hips. The clacking sound as their teeth knocked together. He panted against her lips. No thoughts, just a ball of sexual desire coiling out of control.

She ripped her lips from his. Her breaths heaved against his face. "Do you want to–?"

"Yes, yes."

Her hand fished around in his pockets. He keened as she tugged his trousers against his weeping cock. Her finger hooked on something and she pulled it out with a triumphant smile.

"Prepared, huh?" A bright blue foil square was between her fingers. Before he had a moment to be embarrassed or wonder which shitennou had the forethought to put a rubber in his pocket, his belt clattered against the glass.

His heart pounded in his ears, blocking all sound as she unzipped him and shrugged his pants down his ass. His breath caught as she ripped the bottom of her fuku. The torn, wet cloth shrunk up to her stomach. Sailor Moon kissed him, tongue filling his mouth, as her swollen labia surrounded his cock. He whined as she ground along his length, her pussy leaking with each stroke. His balls were dripping with her juices. The glass was cold and slick against his ass. He was a writhing mess of a man as she impaled herself.

He huffed, his vision bursting white as her tight, warm pussy molded around him. His body moved on dark instincts, clawing her ass as she rolled to sink him that bit deeper. She ground upon his length, rocking him against her walls. It was excruciating and sinful and decadent. He'd never felt his nerve endings so alive as she built him up and up. Her soft mewls were a gentle aria over the thundering heartbeat in his ears. She rode him into the glass. It squeaked as her pace grew faster and faster. Her hips rolled and rocked. His body wound tighter and tighter. Endymion's toes curled on the ledge. His balls clenched. Her walls trembled around him as she cried out her orgasm and he roared over the edge.

Despite the euphoria which made his limbs and brain numb, he sensed approaching feet. He held her close and, with a surge of dark power, teleported them to the other side of the park. The entrance flashed with the blues and greens of attack magic.

Sailor Moon stepped down from his hips and he slipped out. He tucked himself into his pants, condom and all, in a daze from their activities.

"My friends could use my help." She palmed her broach and her fuku shimmered as it mended and dried.

He didn't know what to say, so he stood there as his muscles ached in strange, new ways.

She fiddled with her skirt, not meeting his gaze.

A crash sounded nearby, breaking their awkward silence. "Right," she said. "See you around. Try not to do anything evil."

Her back faded into the fog as she ran to catch up with her friends.

~~~

Later, after he had disposed of the condom and parched his thirst, Mamoru's friends joined him at the train station back to Yokohama. Nephrite was cursing Kunzite and his refusal to teleport as they hurried to catch the last train.

Mamoru stared across the empty platform, lost in his thoughts. The banter and presence of his shitennou did little to ease the growing aftermath of having sex with Sailor Moon. Half of him wasn't sure what to make of it and the other half was itching for another round. His thoughts were a jumble of how well she fit around him and how good her soft cries sounded and a chibi Sailor Moon stamping a GRADUATED on his V-card. Were they in a relationship now? Were they casual? Would there even be a next time? Mamoru rubbed the bridge of his nose as a migraine formed.

The train approached the platform, and he was happy to distract himself with finding an area where they could stand together. He shared the bar between Kunzite and Nephrite. They stood closer, given the chill in the train car.

Nephrite jostled his shoulder after a few stops. His eyebrow and smirk quirked with innuendo. Mamoru flushed with the possibility of his shitennou knowing about his dirty deeds.

"Did you get the ginzuishou?"

Fuck.

He wasn't sure what was worse, failing to get the one thing that would save Beryl and themselves from Metalia's dark power or the disappointment in his friend's faces.