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Lost In Your Eyes 3_By Princess Destiny [ princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com
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Title: Lost In Your Eyes

Author: Alyndrya

Email: princessdestinydestinysgateway.com

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Couple: Usagi And Mamoru

Rating: NC 17+

Summary: 'One Hour Challenge' #439: Response
Fanfic. Mamoru so utterly infatuated with Sailor Moon that when he seems to spot her
in a dark alley he kisses her. To his complete shock and horror, the person turns out to
be his worst enemy Usagi! And to make things even worse, he's convinced that she's a Dark
Kingdom spy and he's forced to hold her hostage until she confesses!

Chapters: 3/7

Status: Unfinished

Year Completed: N/A
Comments: Hi everyone! Here is Chapter Three as promised. And I hope you'll
like it as much as I did writing it. *Giggles* It's another looooong Chapter and I haven't
written huge chapters like this since STB 1. I'm juggling angst with a lemon and adding in
comedy where I can. It's a different combination than I usually write, so let me know what
you think okay? It's my first attempt at lemon and also practice for 'Spin The Bottle 3'.
I really hope it came out okay; I'm so uncertain with this and I'm feeling rather
vulnerable to be honest.
I'm adding in new elements too, such as both starting to remember their past as
Princess and Prince, due to their increased exposure to each other's company and also
their intimacy. Whew, is it hot in here? :)
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LOST IN YOUR EYES

By Alyndrya

[ princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com
]

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Chapter Three

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"I don't want to believe it, but you have to be." He looked both angry and
despairing. This was a terrible blow to him; the girl he'd been so familiar with had been
the enemy all along.
"Usagi, how could you join forces with the Dark Kingdom and become a spy for
them!" Tuxedo Kamen questioned her. His blue eyes were unforgiving.
"A-a what!" Usagi said, flabbergasted. Her eyes rounded in
astonishment as she continued to dangle from his hands and he continued to bore holes into
her with his gaze. Was he joking? A Dark Kingdom spy?
The absolute irony of this situation hit her and she felt a hysterical giggle boil up.
She choked it back as Tuxedo Kamen's blue eyes narrowed to slits.
"I know that you're working for Queen Beryl." He growled at her, eyes on
level. He saw her shock, then saw her mouth twitch and knew she'd been about to laugh.
Laugh at a time like this!
Tuxedo Kamen eyed her pensively when she said nothing and continued to maintain her
innocence with just her eyes. Those damned eyes that had drawn him in earlier to kiss and
touch her.
His lips curled in disgust and he let her down. "I actually kissed
you." He said under his breath with loathing, shuddering. The dark-haired man had had
his mouth on hers; the lips that probably hid an alien from another dimension. Like
Zoisite.
"Are you like Zoisite? And Jaedite?" He demanded, keeping a tight hold on her
hands while he looked around for something to tie her with. He wasn't about to let this
creature get away. "Come with me." Tuxedo Kamen ordered, dragging her across the
room and down the hall.
Usagi knew she had her mouth hanging wide open and closed it quickly. Her feet stumbled
on the carpet as he yanked her past several doors to a back room that appeared to be a
study. He didn't even stop to let her straighten up and the rest of the way she spent
being dragged on her knees. The blonde winced with the pain as she got some bad carpet
burns.
She didn't like this Tuxedo Kamen. He was acting as if she were some filthy vermin
unworthy of his regard. The way he'd pulled her into that room like a slave on a leash was
proof of this.
Usagi's lips trembled as he practically threw her onto a small swivel chair in front of
a computer and then fixed her with an icy stare.
"You move and I kill you." Tuxedo Kamen warned her softly. Then he turned to
some cardboard boxes next to the desk and began to rummage around.
The blonde sat up straighter, heart turned to stone. He hated her. Oh god, he
absolutely loathed her very presence because he thought she was from the Dark Kingdom. She
rubbed her sore wrists and trembled as she saw his hands emerge from the box with some
thick rope.
Tuxedo Kamen approached her and grimly tied her to the chair about her waist and
shoulders, her wrists behind its back. He didn't say a word, but the look in his eyes was
enough to keep her silent also. He looked mad enough to murder her!
The small girl had intended to tell Mamoru that she was Sailor Moon as soon as she got
an answer from him on why he'd wanted to kiss her...but now it was all different. How
could she trust this man now after what he'd done to her and thought? Her lips pressed
together mutinously.
"Right, at least you have the sense to believe what I told you." The tall man
said humorlessly. He looked about as if seeking something else, and then he reached into
his breast pocket and took out his handkerchief.
Usagi eyed that piece of white material nervously as he wheeled her from the room and
back down the hall to the lounge. He stopped her in front of the couch, then sat down on
it in front of her.
"Now, I want some answers, Usagi-if that really is your name." He said
caustically. His fingers tightened about the handkerchief until she thought it would be
ripped to shreds.
"It is my name!" The blonde cried out, struggling against the bonds to see
how tight they were. Her wrists chaffed behind her and she winced. "Tuxedo Kamen, you
know me." She continued desperately, wondering just how far he would go to get his
answers. And her answer hadn't exactly been correct-Mamoru knew her, not his
alter-ego...that he was aware of.
Tuxedo Kamen's eyes darkened and fury emanated from him. "I thought I knew you,
but I don't. You're the enemy." He practically snarled at her, self-loathing filling
him again. Had she even felt anything in that alley or had she been faking it? Worse, was
she even a human or was she some sort of creature? "Answer me, damn you! Are you a
Youma under that skin?"
Usagi was horrified, but managed to stifle it and show confusion on her face. It was
imperative that he find out nothing. Not about her or the Senshi or their mission; to him
she would be just another normal girl. This man was now her enemy. "A Youma?"
She questioned, looking clueless.
"Yes, a Youma!" He roared at her, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
She was playing dumb and they both knew it! "Fine, if you won't answer me-"
Tuxedo Kamen straightened the handkerchief and swiftly gagged her, tying the knot behind
her head roughly.
Her blue eyes went huge and he could almost believe her terror. Almost.
"You're very convincing," He mused, hardening his heart against her wiles.
"Those big blue eyes ready to cry, those trembling lips...was it fun for you to kiss
me? I bet you were laughing inside!"
No! He couldn't believe that of her. Tears were ready to fall, but she wouldn't let
them. Usagi sniffed quietly and regarded him with a deeply-hurt expression.
Mamoru had also completely forgotten his cover in his rage and was talking of a kiss
she had never experienced with Tuxedo Kamen.
Tuxedo Kamen looked at her searchingly then snorted. "Did you practice that
look?" He shook his head. "Along with your whole personality, I'll bet. Was that
first test paper you threw at me a fake also?" He asked her, not really expecting an
answer.
Not that she could with a gag on, the blonde thought rebelliously. She sniffed again
and tried not to be upset by the situation, but failed dismally. The man she'd been
kissing not long ago now had her hogtied in his apartment. And the most horrible thing
about it was that he was Tuxedo Kamen, the guy she dreamed about every night and had
wanted to kiss her.
And the idiot was still talking like it had been Mamoru and not his alter-ego that had
kissed her. Well, as long as she kept her mouth shut, perhaps he wouldn't notice?
Oh yes, his intelligence has plumped in a huge way in her books-but maybe he was
understandably upset when he thought he'd frenched a Dark Kingdom monster. She
sighed deeply and looked away.
Tuxedo Kamen was lost in thought for a long moment, and then came to a decision. He
needed to think of his Princess and most of all, Sailor Moon. What were the chances of
ever having a Dark Kingdom Youma or General in his grasp again? Nil. Therefore, as much as
it pained and revolted him, he'd have to resort to an utterly abhorrent scheme. "Fine
then, you brought this on yourself. I have to get answers from you one way or
another." He said ominously. The man gestured and a red rose appeared in his hand.
Before Usagi could blink, then razor sharp end of the stem was pressed against the
sensitive flesh of her throat. As his meaning became clear, she panicked. Her tears
spilled over and a muted wail escaped her from behind the gag. He was going to torture
her! Disbelief filled her, as well as blind fear, but she held a small hope inside that
the man she so admired and trusted was still inside this cold stranger.
"Oh, bloody hell!" Tuxedo Kamen swore, tossing the rose into the corner in
disgust. He couldn't even torture her, even knowing she wasn't a human and was the enemy.
Just wonderful!
The petite girl slumped in her chair, panting. Oh god, that had been so close. She
never, ever wanted to go through that again. As she sat there, trying to figure out a way
to make him understand that she wasn't what he thought, anger coursed through her. How
dare he do this to her? How dare he believe she was anything to do with the Dark Kingdom?
Before she even thought it through, her left foot had sprung up sharply and she kicked
him in the shins hard.
Tuxedo Kamen yelped and grabbed at his leg, a look of surprise and pain shot in her
direction.
Usagi longed to laugh in his face, asking him what he really expected her to do if she
was a Dark Kingdom spy. But of course, she was muffled.
"Damn it, that hurt you little brat." The man leapt to his feet and glowered
down at her.
Usagi glowered back, unimpressed.
But then she became wary as he walked past her and disappeared. She could hear his
footsteps on the carpet as they went down the hall and she held her breath. What on earth
was Mamoru up to now?
Her answer came in the form of duct tape. "This should hold you, you
hellion." He muttered, bending over to tape her left leg to the chair at her ankle.
She was so tempted to kick him smack-dab in the face before he taped her right leg that
it twitched.
As if divining her intension, he gave her a cool look. "Try that again and I'll
cut it off." He warned her.
Cut if off? Going pale, she sat perfectly still and let her legs be tied to the chair.
Usagi sighed. If only she'd thought to contact the other Senshi before careening off after
her crush! But...she'd been so filled with desire for him that she'd become practically
blind to anything else.
The blonde had a strong feeling that a lot of Tuxedo Kamen's answer stemmed from the
fact that he'd made out with her and now thought that she was some sort of monster. Her
eyes rolled at his stupidity. He actually thought her klutz attacks, wailing and love of
stuffing her face was some sort of act.
Who the hell would sit down and be trained to act like her! Certainly not the Dark
Kingom.
The blonde had no illusions that she wasn't the best catch in the world. She also
wasn't the greatest idea to be Leader of the Senshi, as this situation showed crystal
clear.
"What are you planning?" Tuxedo Kamen wondered aloud, seeing the far-away
look in her eyes.
When she rolled her eyes at him in disgust, he frowned. What on earth did she have to
complain about? She was the Dark Kingdom spy! "Oh," The dark-haired man
murmured, understanding dawning. "You're going to get in trouble with your Queen for
being captured, right?"
A frantic shake of the head.
"Then you're upset that I saw through your disguise?" He hazarded next.
A baleful glare greeted him when he met her eyes and his brows rose.
"None of the above?" The man in the stylish tuxedo queried in growing
amusement.
The situation was serious, but seeing the blonde's vain attempts to vaporize him on the
spot with her glare was funny.
"You Dark Kingdom lot don't take much pride in your work then?" Tuxedo Kamen
mocked her openly, experiencing a vicious thrill for getting her back. That would teach
her to trick him.
His face went expressionless as he remembered their lips devouring each other's. Hands
moving over warm skin...
"You're a siren." He whispered in awe. "Is that it? Your have the
power to lure men to their death?"
Was he really serious? The small blonde gawked at him. She wasn't Circe for crying out
loud! The blonde frowned, wondering where that name had come from. Someone had once said
almost the exact same thing to her...no, not to her...to-
"Are you plotting something nasty for me?" Tuxedo Kamen demanded
suspiciously, getting down on his knees before her and staring directly into her eyes. For
a moment there, he'd had the strangest feeling he was alone in the room.
She said something to him furiously, but it was garbled as it came from behind thick
cloth. He hesitated and then quickly pulled out another rose.
Usagi began to panic again when the rose came near her, but he only cut through the
handkerchief with surprising gentleness, so as not to nick her skin. He pulled the
material away from her mouth and the blonde drew in deep breaths.
"Now, you were saying?" He said, sitting down on his bottom and crossing his
legs. He eyed her mockingly as she again tested her bonds. "And don't think I'm
cutting anything else. You can stay that way for the next week for all I care."
Tuxedo Kamen groaned. "You'll probably eat me out of house and home!"
Okay, that was enough! "Tuxedo Kamen, you jerk!" She shrieked as loud
as she could, wishing she was transformed so that she could use the jewels on her buns to
shake him to pieces.
He winced and covered his ears. "Lower the decibels, Odango Atama!"
But Usagi was far from done. She glared at him heatedly. "How dare you tie me up
and threaten to torture me? I'm going to sue your ass off mister!" She threatened.
"Sure you will," He said derisively. "And I'm really the King of
Earth!"
"Hello, your majesty." She spat back.
"Okay, I think I'm going to tie you again. I like you better that way."
Tuxedo Kamen told her sardonically, toying with the duct tape roll.
Usagi stared. "You hentai." She gasped out, shocked.
"I meant your gag! Get your mind out of the gutter." He snapped back, raising
the tape. The handkerchief was ruined, so he'd have to muffle her that way.
"Tuxedo Kamen!" She cried out urgently, before he could gag her again.
"You have to trust me! I'm not a spy!" Oh why did he have to think that badly of
her?
"And why exactly should I trust you?" He asked her curtly, holding the duct
tape hesitantly between both gloved hands. Was she finally going to admit what she was up
to? The dark-haired man held his breath. If Usagi could tell him what the Dark Kingdom was
up to, he could join forces with the Senshi and destroy the evil Queen and her army.
It hurt her to see how untrusting her hero was; it really did. Because Usagi cared for
Tuxedo Kamen deeply; even more so now that they'd shared such a wonderful moment. And then
the jerk had to blow it!
"Because I'm-" Usagi hesitated. Yeah, like she could tell him who she really
was! Luna would kill her. And frankly, after this behavior she would have been happy to
never see him again. And she absolutely wouldn't kiss his ugly mug again!
"Trustworthy. Really I am." She finished weakly.
Was she really telling herself that she wouldn't put her lips anywhere in the vicinity
of his again? Usagi groaned at the helplessness of it all. One minute she was kissing him
and being touched in the most intimate way, and the next she was bound like a Christmas
turkey with Tuxedo Kamen holding an inquisition!
"Sure you are," Tuxedo Kamen said sceptically, moving his hands towards her
mouth again. "And I suppose that you never lie?"
"Well, not on purpose," She said truthfully, blinking. "I suppose no one
can say that they've never lied." She frowned at him, trying to convey her sincerity.
Once he gagged her, she'd never have the chance! "But-well, I try not to."
He regarded her with surprise. That had been an intelligent answer from such an
airhead-but well, that had probably been part of her act. "Well, at least that's a
truthful answer. Unlike your others" He said doubtfully.
"Oh please!" She yelled with sarcasm. "Do I really look like a-"
She looked sideways, trying to sound bewildered. "Dark Kingdom agent-or whatever you
called me?"
"Then look me in the eyes and say that!" He shouted at her furiously.
Usagi jerked her face back towards Tuxedo Kamen's, startled by the rage she saw
shimmering in his dark blue eyes. Why was he being so-angry about it? "I am
not-" She looked him right in the eyes, making sure there was truth in her own.
"A Dark Kingdom General."
"Ah ha!" Tuxedo Kamen said with vicious triumph. Before Usagi could blink,
he'd ripped a long strip from the tape roll and roughly slapped it over her mouth.
Usagi's eyes went wide with anger and disbelief. He'd gagged her again! She couldn't
believe this. What had she said wrong! She tried to speak through her gag, but couldn't
make any more than gibberish. Her blazing blue eyes said it all though.
He apparently got the drift of her confusion, for a cold smile curved his lips as he
stood staring down at her. "What gave you away, you ask?" He said calmly.
"Mmmp!" Usagi tried to shout.
"What was that? Hmm?" He leaned down slightly; head turned away and a gloved
hand cupped about his ear mockingly.
He was such a creep! Usagi swore at him silently, glaring. Tuxedo Kamen abruptly
reminded her that he was that annoying jerk Chiba Mamoru. If he was going to talk about
hidden identities, then he should take a good look at himself. Her hero's personality was
a far stretch from the jerk of an upperclassman she bashed into every day.
Tuxedo Kamen took her movement to mean no. "No? You don't want to know how you
slipped up, my little spy?" He asked her disbelievingly. "Sure. Anyway, what you
did wrong was General."
Huh? She stared at him, trying to figure that one out.
"General, Odango! You said, and I quote 'I am not a Dark Kingdom
General'." He stared back down at her panicked eyes, his own glinting strangely.
"So, you see, you slipped up, my dear. Too bad."
Oh jeez! She says 'General' instead of 'Agent' and he stifles her? Usagi rolled her
eyes as her 'hero' strode away from her, long cloak flowing behind him dramatically. Did
he really intend to keep her bound and gagged until all seven of the Rainbow Crystals were
found!
Usagi's years abruptly stretched out before her. Not that she particularly minded being
locked up in Tuxedo Kamen's expensive apartment-just the bound and gagged bit. Really, she
had noidea he was so mercenary! Who'd have thought it of the Hero of Tokyo?
What did she knew about him? Nothing. He was an enigma; always studying, and brooding
and arrogant. But good friends with Motoki, so he had to have some redeeming qualities.
Right then, she couldn't see them, that was for sure!
"I'm disappointed in you," Tuxedo Kamen leant over to look into her furious
eyes, having come back as she was lost in thought. He shook his head, wondering if she was
furious that she hadn't been able to convince him or that her mouth was covered again and
couldn't tell more lies. "I gave you a chance to admit that you were working for the
forces of evil and you blew it."
Blew it! Talk about having bubbles for brains! The blonde frowned, recalling something.
A person that had always talked like a complete airhead and said speeches that never came
out right. Usagi wracked her brains, trying to chase that elusive thought-but it was gone.
Damn it, not again. So many times over the last few months, Usagi had had flashes in
her head of people and places she was sure she'd never known. Even when Mamoru had kissed
her it had felt elusively familiar. Her eyes became uncertain. Could Tuxedo Kamen possibly
be right? Was she from the Dark Kingdom and had been brainwashed to think she was a normal
teenaged girl? Albeit a klutzy, ditzy girl who had an unwholesome thing' for manga,
doughnuts and Tuxedo Kamen.
Increasingly, she had become unsure of herself and her purpose in this world and often
felt as if something was terribly wrong when she fought the Youma and the Dark Kingdom
Generals. As if it had all happened before and as if she was not supposed to be Leader of
the Senshi.
"You have that look again." Tuxedo Kamen noted curiously.
"Why don't you just use your powers and get out of those bindings?" The man
stared at her in perplexion. She was just sitting there, either angry or upset or feisty.
But she hadn't tried to escape. Hmm, maybe she didn't have any powers? No, that didn't
sound right. Even the Youma, who were much lower on the food-chain than the Generals, had
powers of some kind.
In that case, she was holding them back on purpose and he desperately wanted to think
it was because she had feelings of some kind for him.
Usagi noticed that he was talking to her and blinked several times, bringing herself
out of her trance. It would never do for Tuxedo Kamen to know her most private thoughts.
Even Ami would have cried in delight if she knew how intelligent her friend's musings had
been. Rei would have mocked her. And Makoto-well, she would have backed Usagi to the hilt
on anything.
Her friends were very different personalities. Very suited to being the Sailor Senshi.
Rei was Mars, also called Ares who was the God of War. She was a master of flame, a
great strategist, was psychic and perfect Leader material.
Ami was Mercury, representing the God Hermes. Usagi giggled behind her gag, amused.
Hermes was the messenger of the Gods and was reputed to be quite the prankster. What an
opposite of their quiet bookworm. Ami had her strength in her bubble mist, which was a
good thing to have in battle, but they all considered it a rather weak power. Maybe the
blue-haired girl would reveal a better power in time. Perhaps over water or ice?
Makoto was Jupiter, who had control over lightning. When she called forth her power,
the very sky turned dark and stormy. Indeed a great power. Jupiter was also known as the
king of the gods, Zeus. Strong and fearless.
All three had the namesakes of male Gods! Usagi was again sent into hysterics and tears
rolled down her face.
Tuxedo Kamen stared at her as if she had transformed into Medusa. "Do I want to
know?" He asked her suspiciously. He was intensely curious as to what had sent the
girl off. It certainly hadn't been something he'd said! And this wasn't really a laughing
situation.
It then occurred to him that she was laughing at him!
The man's eyes darkened to a stormy blue-gray. "Stop laughing." He commanded,
stiffening.
Usagi looked at him in astonishment, but then she saw his eyes and quieted. He was
angry about something-again. She would have told him to loosen up if her mouth had been
free. For some reason, during her musings, all her fear of him had disappeared. Yes, she
was still prisoner, but he had not been able to bring himself to torture her and he had
not even raised a hand to strike her when she insulted him.
Despite being very furious with her, and thinking she was a Youma or another General
for their enemy, Tuxedo Kamen had not hurt her at all. Which meant that he still thought
of her as the annoying blonde that he fought with-and also the girl he had almost made
love to in the alley.
He was the man she had known he was. But how to convince him that she was innocent of
his charges?
And it was strange...the longer she was in his company, the more her thoughts turned to
things that Usagi had never thought that she knew. How exactly did she know what the
meanings were for the other Senshi? Their Gods? And why was she seeing faces and places
that she had never seen before.
Was Tuxedo Kamen having similar difficulties?
"You're as annoying as ever." He said disgustedly, getting to his feet as if
sick of the sight of her. He went into the kitchen and she heard him moving about.
Apparently he wasn't suffering from any mental problems like she was.
Was she having a mental breakdown; was that it? Usagi sighed and shifted her weight,
then tested the bindings about her wrists. They were a little loose. Perhaps she could get
them to the point where she could slip free.
The first thing she'd do was slap his arrogant face. Then maybe kiss him silly.
And god what an awful thing to happen to her just a few days from her
birthday. Her lower lip trembled for a moment as she pondered over her captivity.
Would she be free by the time her birthday rolled around, or would this maniac
still have her tied up? Usagi would miss all her presents!
Tuxedo Kamen re-emerged after a few minutes, a steaming cup in his hands. He inhaled
the coffee and smiled in appreciation. Boy, did he need this right now! He eyed the blonde
captive, who currently had a silly, dreamy look in her eyes. Oh good god, he'd heard
several times that Usagi had a crush on Tuxedo Kamen. Was it true? Maybe that's why her
kisses had been so enthusiastic, despite her being a Dark Kingdom General.
He ruthlessly ripped the tape from her mouth, noting the reddened skin underneath with
a pang of regret.
She yelped in pain, and then gave a big sigh of relief. And just when he'd been
expecting her to scream or give him an earful. The girl was a damned enigma! He had no
idea what she'd do from one minute to the next.
Tuxedo Kamen ran a finger gently over her cheek, as if he were not in control of his
actions. He smoothed his index over her bottom lip, remembering how soft it had been and
the taste of her.
Usagi sat there, dumbfoundment rippling through her. He was touching her as if he
cared...as if all he'd said and done hadn't happened and they were still in that alley.
Her breath caught at his preoccupied look, his eyes almost tender.
And then he pulled back as if burnt, annoyance in his deep blue eyes.
"What are you called?" The upperclassman questioned abruptly, sitting back on
the couch before her chair and slouching carelessly. It had been a long day and-he glanced
towards the balcony doors. The sun was starting to go down.
"Called?" Usagi said in bewilderment.
Mamoru wondered if Usagi had a family to go home to that would panic and call the
police when she didn't arrive. Some kindly mother and father who had been brainwashed into
thinking that she was their own child? He tried to guess what her mother looked like and
was stunned when a picture of a tall, graceful woman with silver hair up in the same
hairstyle as Usagi popped into his head. But-that looked like the Princess in his dreams!
No, not quite...
Just what the hell was going on here?
He looked sharply at Usagi and again saw her hairstyle; the one that had tricked him
into thinking she was Sailor Moon. Once again, the feeling of familiarity came into his
mind and he saw the similarity in the three girls. They all had long hair up in buns, were
petite and slender.
Tuxedo Kamen shook his head in denial. No, there the likeness ended. He had never had a
clear glimpse of his Princess, but he was sure she was older. Sailor Moon also was quite
different from Usagi. Sure, they were both klutz's and wailed, but it wasn't that uncommon
for a young girl or even a blonde for that matter.
"I mean, are you named for a stone like Zoisite or Jaedite?" He clarified,
not showing his inner turmoil. Just what was it about this girl that made all his
preconceptions go out the window? His brain fled whenever they argued and he enjoyed
yelling and sparing with her.
And for some reason, despite still thinking that she was the enemy and someone who had
betrayed him, all of his anger had fled. Maybe she really was Circe.
"No..." Usagi tilted her head to the side, a quizzical look in her eyes.
"I'm really called Usagi." And he could make of that what he wanted. She had
neither confirmed not denied being a part of the Dark Kingdom with her answer.
"What's your last name?" Tuxedo Kamen shot out, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Tsukino." She replied softly. He wasn't angry at her anymore-or was he just
lulling her into false security?
His brows went up. "Rabbit of the Moon?" He said incredulously. Another
coincidence or was she lying again?
"Parent's names?" The dark-haired man went on curtly.
"Ikuko and Kenji. I have a brother Shingo too." This was beyond weird. They'd
never had a decent conversation like this in all the time they'd known each other. And
he'd waited till she was tied up and unable to get loose! Usagi's eyes rolled heavenward.
"Is there some reason I'm telling you my life story, baka?" She scowled at him.
Tuxedo Kamen ran a finger around the rim of his coffee cup idly. "I just wondered
what story you'd concocted here on earth."
Well, if that didn't beat all! The jerk was baiting her. "Then you can go jump of
a bridge." Usagi retorted, turning her face away from him, chin rising proudly.
Something about her profile nagged at him, but when he tried to follow the thought, it
was gone. "What the hell is it with you?" He growled, cup clunking onto the
table next to his couch.
"With me?" She growled back disbelievingly. "You're the one who
practically attacks me in an alley, then ties me up in your apartment and accuses me of
working for the Dark Kingdom!"
"You say it as if you know the name." He said silkily, leaning towards her.
He grabbed the chair legs-and hers in the process-and dragged her forwards till she was
between his legs. Their faces were close, eyes locked. "Usagi." He said
hoarsely, breath mingling with hers.
His lips were so close; she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. His blue
eyes had flecks of silver in the, she noted dazedly. She'd never noticed before.
"Tuxedo Kamen." She breathed, hoping that his lips would close over hers in a
kiss. She suddenly wanted that kiss so badly she could taste it.
Tuxedo Kamen laid a gloved hand on the thigh on her right leg, caressing lightly. He
watched her eyes close and a small moan escaped her mouth. As if he were a man possessed,
his hand moved along the silky smooth skin of her leg upwards until it disappeared under
her skirt. Her legs were spread wide because he'd taped her ankles to the legs of the
chair. It gave him perfect access. He smiled in satisfaction as she squirmed to try and
get closer to him; to have him touch her when she was undoubtedly aching.
His fingers were so close! Oh, if only he'd move them a little higher. Zings of
pleasure rippled through her stomach and groin in anticipation of where he would lay his
fingers next.
Experimentally, he brushed the backs of his fingers over the front of her underpants.
The blonde jumped as if shocked by electricity and gasped, face going slowly red. Her
responses were so innocently erotic! Tuxedo Kamen gave a purely male smile of enjoyment in
his control over her. Of being able to make her loose herself under his touch.
Oh god, she was going under. It was embarrassing to have him caress her this way and be
in complete control without her being able to do the same to him, but she couldn't help
herself. Once again his hand pressed against her and he rubbed a finger purposefully over
that bundle of nerves that had sent her spiraling into rapture in the alley.
"Tuxedo Kamen!" She panted, legs trying to close around his hand to keep his
fingers there; to give her the pleasure she received from his unfaltering strokes along
her sex.
Tuxedo Kamen knelt on the floor again, and removed his hand, noting with excitement
that the glove was damp from where he'd been touching her. That same hand moved to her
top, closing over her breast and rubbing her erect nipples through the material. Her
excitement made his own rise to meet hers in an undeniable desire. He was astonishingly
aroused by being able to touch her, tied up that way.
The man had no idea that his fantasies ran that wild, but it was undeniable. He felt so
aroused that his black slacks were constricting him almost painfully. Tuxedo Kamen's hand
left her chest and he moved to press against her, his groin rubbing against her knee.
"I'll make a deal with you, Usagi." He purred into her ear, licking the curve
of it in an enticing manner.
"A-a deal?" She said breathlessly, mentally urging him to squeeze her breast
again. They ached and longed for his touch. And he was really turned on by the feel of the
hardness against her leg! Did having her restrained serve as a turn on?
"For every details of the Dark Kingdom you give me, I'll touch you anywhere you
want." He went on, biting her lobe gently, and then sucking on it to sooth the sting.
Anywhere? Usagi's mind went into overdrive and she was lost in a delirious haze of
desire. She could tell him things Sailor Moon knew and he'd kiss her and caress her
anywhere on her body that she wanted. Good god, but he was the devil himself, handsome and
tempting as a fallen angel!
No, she couldn't. She was Sailor Moon, not some Dark Kingdom Youma! He was using her
weakness and inexperience against her.
Jerking her face back from him, she glared into his eyes with something akin to hate.
How dare he do something so low to her? "Go to hell!"
And so saying, her knee rose up despite the constriction of the rope, and with swift
purpose she kneed him in the crotch.
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To Be Continued...

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Write me if you liked! Comments are adored and much
appreciated.
The next Chapter will be out tomorrow. Well, er-this came out a little different than
expected, but I'm happy with the results. And here I thought the smut wouldn't come back
till next Chapter. The next bit will be out in a day or so. I have an Archive to redesign
and a dad to look after. Please let me know if you enjoyed this part and what you liked or
what you think I could improve on. :)
This Fanfic was a Challenge from the 'One Hour List'. What you do is pick a
Challenge-which is posted daily by me-then a 'Couple' from the 'Destiny's Gateway Romance
Fanfiction Archives', then you have an hour to write as much Fanfic as you can!:
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*Grin* In this case, the 'Couple' I chose was 'Usagi And Mamoru'. Here's URL to
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