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Firsts

I was skipping, the hot end of the summer sun in Honolulu scorched my skin, but I didn't care. I would be safely out of it soon enough.

My flip-flops popped loudly on the gravel driveway as I made the short distance from my house to my best friend's. The two of us had shared a driveway all of our lives. And even though it had been several years since I had walked it to his house, it still held happy memories from our childhood for me.

I took the stairs of his stoop two at a time, knocking my cute rhythm on his door. I didn't wait long; the beautiful and cheery woman opened it for me quickly. Her dark hair made the bright red and lavender cocktail dress she wore stand out even more.

"Hello, momma Chiba!"

"Usagi-chan, come in, sweetheart."

She stood by the door to let me pass, and I collected my hug and kiss before taking my shoes off near the door and walking into their living room. This was something most of my friends didn't understand. But the Chibas were of Japanese descent just like my family, so, the things I did that were 'weird' were expected by them.

Papa Chiba was in his chair, paper in his hands. He dropped it at the sound of my arrival. "Usa! We've been waiting for you."

The heat had nothing on my flush, their cool home already drying my sweat-covered skin when I entered. "Sorry, papa Chiba."

He chuckled lightly, pulling his paper back up.

"Like we expected anything else from you, Usako."

I tried to slow my spin, not sure I succeeded. Mamoru sauntered down the stairs, coming from his room no doubt. Wearing khaki shorts and a thin, tight t-shirt that had my heart beating erratically. When he pulled a hand through his silky black locks and the edge of his shirt pulling up just enough to show dark fuzz near his navel, my lips trembled.

"Gee, thanks, Mamo."

"What? You're always late!"

Momma Chiba appeared at my side, arm dangling over my shoulders. "Don't start, you two. This is a celebration." She turned slightly to look down at me, "Usa, you look very pretty today, by the way. Thank you for taking the time to dress up!"

She turned and glared at her son, who only smirked in response, while I shrugged, "I just threw something on."

Lie. I went out and bought this dress especially for today. Two weeks ago.

"Well, you look gorgeous. You've grown up so much. I remember when you were both in diapers..."

"Mom, please. You promised."

Lifting her hold on me, she put up both hands in defeat. "Fine, fine, I'll stop!"

"Honey, why don't you go get the cake? We have to leave soon."

Momma Chiba made for the kitchen and I followed, going to the cabinets for plates and forks while she pulled a cake out of the fridge. I was setting the table when she set it down in the middle, planting candles as I placed napkins.

"You really have grown up, Usa. Into a very pretty girl. Not that I'm surprised. You always were a beautiful little girl and a gorgeous baby."

I didn't look up, folding the last napkin while my cheeks burned. "Thank you, Momma Chiba."

I'd be lying again if I said it wasn't nice to hear. But, it was from the wrong Chiba.

Speak of the devil, Mamoru and his father walked in, the tail-end of their conversation reaching my ears. "Your mother and I will be back later tomorrow. So, I expect this place to be spotless!"

"Got it, dad. I promise. It will be like the party never happened."

"When I was your age, we didn't celebrate our birthdays unless our girlfriend or wife took us out for it." Papa Chiba was shaking his head at his son as he spoke.

Mamoru was unfazed, as usual. "Well I don't have either of those, and this isn't feudal Japan. It's modern-day Honolulu."

"I wish my parents would let me have a party. Even with them in the same town! I'd take what I could get!"

Papa Chiba laughed, "I'd talk to Ken for you, but that man is far too protective of his baby girl."

"Except I'm not a baby anymore!"

"Funny, you still act like one."

Sitting next to me, I smacked his shoulder closest to me, knowing the sting of it didn't come close to reaching the one in my heart.

Momma Chiba clicked her tongue at us, shaking her head, "At least they're allowing you to come to Mamoru's party. I know Mamoru would be disappointed if you couldn't come."

"Mom."

"What? She is your best friend! Of course, you'd be upset!"

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, noting the light pink shade of his cheeks and wondered if that was true. Or, was his embarrassment due to me being here?

Momma Chiba didn't pause, lighting the candles and sitting back to wait for Mamoru. He glanced around at the three of us before hopping up and blowing them out in one breath.

"Happy 17th, Mamoru!"

We all chorused, and Momma Chiba rose again to cut the cake. A large slice of vanilla cake was set before me, strawberry jam coloring the middle. I was slow to eat, trying to look like the adult I wanted to be.

A few months after me, we were both now 17. It felt like 30, time slowing even more when I turned 14 and started seeing Mamoru in a different light. I fought it, fought it hard. Even tried dating other guys in hopes of stopping the trainwreck that would be our friendship if I allowed myself to feel anything romantic towards him. But try as I might, it was inevitable. I was in love with Mamoru Chiba.

None of this mattered, as he would never see me as anything more than skinned knees, backward caps, loose tanks, a watermelon seed-spitting, hot-dog-eating contest winner, and his boyhood best friend. Hard to get past that when you've been friends since birth. Especially since I didn't start being a 'girl' until three years ago. When our friendship evaporated to basically nothing.

Now I wore dresses, sandals, and popped bubble gum flirtatiously while leaning against the wall in front of guys like Seiya Black. Not that Mamoru ever took notice.

"Oh, my. Guess what I found yesterday!"

Momma Chiba whipped out her phone and I knew to be scared. Mamoru looked unsettled as well as she leaned over to show us her screen. There on it, plain as day, was my nightmare.

Mamoru and I were wearing baggy shorts and shirts, I was wearing his clothes so we could look alike. The dreaded backward caps were on, too. The video was silent but then the music started and my heart dropped to my feet. There was Mamoru and I...rapping.

Not really, we were actually lip syncing. But we still moved arms and mouths, trying and failing to look like badasses as Teriyaki Boyz played over all any other noise.

Mamoru gripped the bridge of his nose tightly while I covered my face with my hands, watching through my fingers as I couldn't look away. I ignored the strange humming in my skin as I leaned in close to Mamoru, being this close to him was far from new to me. But it had been a while, and before my thoughts of him had changed so drastically.

The video finally ended and I struggled to right myself, Mamoru giving me a push to help. Momma Chiba had a few tears in her eyes. "Awe, you two were so cute!"

"Please, I'm still cute," Mamoru said matter of factly.

Momma Chiba ignored him, looking over at me with watery eyes. "And you, young lady. We don't see you nearly enough anymore. I feel like you've grown up without me!"

Guilt burned in my belly and I opened my mouth to speak, Mamoru beating me to it. "We're in High School now, mom. Usa doesn't have time to spend all day here like we used to."

She swatted him, telling him this was a conversation between the two of us. "Your mother tells me you have taken up piano and guitar?! That's really impressive, Usa! And with your voice?"

"Mom…"

"You should play for us! We can all come over for dinner just like the old days!"

"Mom!"

But Momma Chiba was in her own world now, planning a dinner I was sure to hear all the details of when I got home later. It would be just like old times. Except Mamoru would most likely be bored or wish he was anywhere else, while I tried in vain not to watch him.

I was still picking at my cake, Mamoru making smart comments about my slow eating when Pappa Chiba rose. "Well, honey. We need to hit the road. Still, have to pick up the Tsukino's on the way."

The two of us were left at the table, a tension building in the silence between us that was nothing new. It happened almost every time we were alone now.

I wanted to break it, wanted to go back to the way we used to be. Sharing every secret and every happy detail of our lives. Maybe that was too much to ask for? We had aged out of our friendship and it was hanging by a dangerous thread.

Again, I opened my mouth and was stopped by Mamoru, who nearly jumped up from his seat and kept his eyes elsewhere. "We should go see them off. You know mom."

I nodded silently, following his lead. The two seniors were loading their car, a small bag for each of them. They turned and waved once before speeding off down the road.

Now out of sight, we stood in the open door, silent again. I stared at the hem of my dress, the white sundress had scalloped edges that I thought made it look classy. I had to slip out of my house, sight unseen by my father to get to go out in it. But mom was nice enough to run interference for me.

"Wanna go to my room?"

He was looking out down the road but knew I nodded, both of us turning and shutting the door before heading without another word up to his room at the top of the stairs. I had spent so many hours of my life in his room. Watched it change from a little boy's to a young man's. Gone were the firemen and transformers toys. Instead, it was neat and clean, no clutter like my room. Dark blue as always, the walls matched his sheets, the small twin up against the wall while his desk sat next to it.

Mamoru sat at his computer at his desk, the rolling chair squeaking loud enough to deafen as the first sound since entering the room. I sat on his bed, nothing weird about it if you took out my feelings for him. Which he didn't know about, so I was the only one feeling strange as I leaned back with faux-ease on his sheets.

I was suddenly very aware of his eyes on me, having barely been on me since I arrived and before in the halls of our school. My skin tingled from it, slowly turning to his stare. No amount of bracing would prepare me for the intensity they held, a darkening to them that I had started to notice happening from time to time the few times I caught his eyes on me. It was so rare, I still didn't know how to react even though it had been happening for years now.

"Are you going to stay for the party?"

I had planned to. Looked forward to it for months when he invited our class and his mother called and invited me over early for cake. But now I questioned it, not sure he really wanted me here at all.

"I was planning to, yeah. Why? Is that a problem?"

"Seiya is probably coming. You two going to go make out in a room somewhere? Cause I'm not okay with that."

"Seiya and I went on two dates, hardly makeout scenario."

"Funny. He told the whole team he was going to bang you soon."

My jaw dropped and I tried to pick it back up, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I guess that's what boys do. Talk shit."

"I don't."

I managed to hold his gaze a little longer, carefully leaning back onto my elbows on his mattress. "You don't?"

"So...what did you get me for my birthday?"

No longer able to handle his stare, I shrugged as I turned away. "Since you refuse to talk to me unless forced now, I didn't know what to get you."

"So you didn't get me anything?"

I sighed deeply, hoping to dispel some pressure in my chest but it didn't help. "What do you want?"

"I want to have sex."

I could feel the blood drain from my face and my heart slow to a painful tempo. That's what the party was about, huh? So he could get laid. There would be plenty of opportunities. I knew for a fact that both Rei and Minako were coming. Both of them were stunning beauties and not shy about sex in the slightest. And neither of them knew about my feelings for him. Minako had a boyfriend now, but who knows? They would have no problem letting Mamoru lead either of them up to the bed I now laid across. He was smart, beautiful, and handsome. Captain of the soccer team, and nice to everyone, but her, lately. His quiet and withdrawn nature only made all the girls at school curious, wanting to find out more about him any way they could. So Mamoru finding a girl to sleep with would be no problem.

"What, you want me to be your pimp or something?"

"No….I want you."

My neck popped, turning back to him so quickly. He smiled, but I grimaced. "That's not funny, Chiba."

His smile faded to a frown, "I'm serious. What, you saving yourself for Seiya?"

"What is your problem?! I've dated a couple of guys, why are you so hard up on Seiya?"

"Cause I don't like him!"

"So what?!"

This was what we were like now, yelling and screaming, but never really saying anything to each other. I didn't know how much more my heart could take.

Sitting up, I stared at the floor, unable to look at him; I was so pissed and heartbroken. "I think I should leave. I'm not up for a party anymore."

"Wait!"

I froze, the majority of my body held up off his mattress as a threat to whatever he said next.

"I don't like Seiya…"

I moved to stand again, "Yeah, you made that clear already…"

"I don't like how he looks at you. How he touches you. How he talks to, or about you. Like you are his, or something."

Now standing, I looked down at him, something sad in the way his eyes looked back at me. "Well, you should put all of that in the past tense. No way I'm dating some guy who tells the school he is going to sleep with me."

"I almost got into a fight with him," his eyes dropped, looking at his hands as he wrung them in his lap. "He was saying so much shit. I lost it, slammed him against the lockers."

My heart skipped a few beats, and fear squeezed my lungs. "What? When?"

"Last week."

"Why didn't I hear anything?"

He was glaring up at me now like it was my fault. "Because Keno and Jin pulled me off of him before anything serious happened. The team pulled ranks and silenced the whole event. It was after practice, so no one else saw."

That explained why Seiya hadn't called me in a week. "God, Mamoru. What is wrong with you?! He's my boyfriend! Of course, he's going to talk! I don't like it, but it's reality! And you're his teammate. So, of course, he's going to talk to you…"

"I'm in love with you, Usako."

He said it so breathlessly and randomly, I wasn't sure I hadn't passed out and dreamed the whole thing. I wasn't exactly getting much oxygen to my brain currently. "W...what?"

"I'm in love with you, Usako. Have been. Always. I just didn't get it till a few years ago. And everyone knew it, even Seiya."

"Everyone but me!"

"Yeah, well, you weren't supposed to, were you?"

He was smirking, the smile not reaching his sad eyes. "Yes, yes I was. I was supposed to be the first to know, not everyone else!"

"I can't help that you're so dense!"

I turned on my heel, needing some space to compute, but Mamoru wouldn't give it to me.

The squeak of his chair hit my ears first, him jumping up from it. "Usako, stop. I'm sorry. I should have told you. But you pulled away from me and put more and more distance between us. Then you started dating anyone who was willing…"

"Is this your idea of an apology? Making me out as some kind of slut?"

"No, I…"

Whipping back around, I glared at him. "And I didn't put distance between us. You did! One day we're playing in your pool, the next you're dodging my calls!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I was….freaked out."

"And you think I wasn't? God, Mamo. You are such an…"

"Ass? I know."

Hands in his pockets, he peered down at me through his lashes. A look of innocence he knew affected me greatly. "Stop." He didn't, pulling his head up completely to pop out his bottom lip in a knee-melting pout. "Stop it!"

He chuckled, my smile and stillness making him comfortable enough again to sit back down in his chair. I stood still in the middle of his room, not sure what to do with myself. Now, his stare burned me, looking me over from head to toe without shame.

"New dress?" He noticed, and I nodded, "looks nice. You look...pretty."

"Don't hurt yourself, now."

He chuckled, "Is that really why you didn't get me a gift? You spent all your allowance on a new dress?"

"No!...Maybe...I still didn't know what to get you, so I didn't bother."

"And I just told you what I want."

A pigtail in my hands, I fidgeted with the strands. "Be serious, Mamo."

"I am. I want you to be my first."

Ignoring the backflip my heart did, I kept my gaze on his clean carpeted floor. "Well, that's romantic."

"For a guy, yeah, it is. It's not like I'm good at this, Usako. I haven't practiced or played around with other girls. I want you, and only you."

That was better. I was gauging his resolve, watching his face as he watched mine. Then I gauged my own, the idea of having sex was terrifying. But the idea of having sex with Mamoru? I had fantasized it many times over the years. And one day, started touching myself while I did. Even though it was out of the blue, Mamoru's confession and his proposal, it was oddly rational. Like we had always been working towards this moment.

He didn't press, as I knew he wouldn't, silently looking away with a small smile on his face. I took a deep breath and made my choice, slipping the tiny straps of my dress off my shoulders and letting the pretty cotton fall to my feet in a puddle. Mamoru's eyes shot back to me, confused and shocked, but then enamored.

Standing before him in basically a bathing suit, I still blushed heavily, the strapless bra I wore a size too small to keep it from slipping down all night. It was uncomfortable but effective, pressing my breasts together and up in a manner that had me pleased.

Mamoru wasn't even blinking as I reached around to my back and squeezed the clasp, the heavy item falling to the floor with a thud. I was unable to give him my eyes, keeping them on his chest as I watched it rise and fall quickly. Matching mine. It sped up even more when I hooked my thumbs into my panties and tugged them till they fell to the floor as well.

Taking a step away, I now stood fully nude in the middle of his bedroom. And he just sat there, slack-jawed and staring. "Mamo?"

He shook his head and pinched his forearm before looking back at me. "Sorry. Had to check."

The giggle helped my nerves, feeling as though any second now my legs would collapse. So I walked carefully over to his bed and laid down on it. His chair squeaked again, movement next to me, pulling my attention from his ceiling. Mamoru was pulling his shirt up over his head rapidly, tripping slightly on his pants as he tried to take them off too quickly. I pressed a hand to my mouth to try and cover my humor.

His eyes were almost black when he looked at me again, eyes roaming over me from above. And mine roamed him as well. Tight and toned he was far from the boy I used to splash in his family's pool. He even had a small V at his hips that I knew would only deepen as we got older. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, my slow descent over his body led me to his cock. It was big, the skin tight and red and rippled with veins. It twitched when I looked at it as if waving 'hello'.

He slowed now, climbing on the bed to join me. It felt as though my heart was going to pound through my ribs. I was about to have sex with Mamoru, the only guy I had loved for as long as I could remember.

"What do you want me to do?"

His eyes were on mine, trying to hold my gaze when he wanted to look at every inch of me. "It's your birthday."

"It's your virginity. And your body."

I didn't know how to answer him, I'd never had sex as he'd so plainly pointed out. All I had were my fantasies to go off of. "Touch me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

He was sitting on his heels between my legs now, looking me over as if deciding where to start. Tentative fingers traced up my belly, sliding over my ribs until he could no longer hold himself up at his angle. One hand left me, pressing into the mattress next to my ribs while the other remained, going higher.

His touch was gentle, fingers tracing my breast until his flat palm rubbed down my entire right boob. My nipple puckered up in an instant, his hand cupping and holding the weight of it in his hand while his thumb and forefinger rolled around my popped pebble.

I said touch, but Mamoru had his own fantasy, leaning over me and pressing his lips to my sensitive flesh, pulling my nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. I arched on instinct, my body taking control. A whimper coming from me when he pulled away.

"Now what?"

His breathing was heavy. I heard it in his voice and felt it as it puffed against my skin. "More. Touch me more. Lower."

His eyes widened but settled quickly. "Show me?"

For the past two years now, I had been touching myself, imaging it was Mamoru doing it. I still don't know where my courage came from. Maybe Mamoru put it there with his touch or years ago with my trust in him. Trust that was renewed when he'd told me he loved me.

A small shake in hesitation and I soon slid a hand down to myself. Mamoru sat back on his heels and pulled my legs wide, his eyes watching intently. I used my two fingers to part my folds and rub my clit, Mamoru wetting his lips as I did, his tongue flicking out and across them slowly. My eyes closed involuntarily, pleasuring myself in front of Mamoru almost my undoing. I ignored the shifting of the bed but not the tongue that flicked over my fingers and folds.

I had to pull my head off the mattress to find him, Mamoru laying down so his head was between my legs. His tongue flicked over my fingers again, his rough tongue rubbing all skin that was exposed.

A startled moan came from me, and Mamoru pulled my hand away, holding it up by the wrist as his tongue took over. I whimpered again when he sucked on my clit, his teeth carefully nipping but still putting too much pressure at times, causing me to jump and recoil. But he learned quickly, finding just the right amount of teeth and tongue and suck.

I was fisting his sheets hard in my hand, my other hand still in his hold as he slowly threaded his fingers through mine. I was close, sitting right in the edge and I knew it, having made myself come enough times now to know. But I wasn't there yet and I seemed to have plateaued.

Mamoru pulled away, a small cry coming from me because I was so close, and placed a single kiss on my folds before sitting back and looking up at me. I looked right back, not sure what face I was wearing, but Mamoru liked it.

Quick to crawl over me, he held onto my hand, fingers still threaded as he reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. I tried to not let the small pile of condoms I saw inside bother me. Or his apparent sexual knowledge. But I couldn't.

"Why do you have so many?"

His eyes danced from mine to the condoms and back. "Cause that's how many come in a pack."

"And how do you….know what you are doing?"

He rested his head on an elbow, perching over me and looking down. "Because, as you said, guys talk and I listened. Plus porn, and well...I have fantasized about this...a lot."

"You did?"

He nodded, a grin perfectly planted on his face. But then it slipped a little, a serious look replacing it. "Are you ready?"

I nodded and then he did the sexiest thing. He kissed me. Long and deep, I had never been kissed like this like I was everything. His air, his food, his water, his life. The hand that held mine squeezed, reminding me of the continued connection as his tongue swept over my lips, parting them gently to play with mine. And play we did, my free hand digging into his soft locks and holding him to my mouth. It was more erotic than when his lips were on my other lips.

When we broke apart, we were panting and Mamoru started to place the foil wrapped in between his teeth to rip it open when I stopped him. "I'm your first, and you're mine. And I'm on the pill."

"What are you saying, Usako?"

I released the tense air I held, the moment almost upon us. "I want to feel you, and only you."

As if unsure, he slowly returned the condom from where it came and faced me again, a cocky smile of his face. "Guess I didn't need to buy those after all."

I smacked his shoulder, although I wasn't really sure why. I just didn't like how full of himself he was about saying I was his one and only. He caught my hand on my second slap and threaded his fingers through it as well, claiming my mouth in another soul-searing kiss as he positioned himself between my legs.

His kiss helped to distract, keeping me from completely freaking out when his tip touched my entrance. But then he pulled away, eyes on mine looking down at me. "You're sure you want this?"

My lips, numb from his affections, twitched at the corners. "Yes. I'm sure."

He smiled, warm and bright, leaning down again to press it to my matching one. His slow and gentle kiss was matched with his hips pressing himself inside me. I felt myself stretch more and more as he filled me, molding me to him. His kiss intensified when his tip touched my dam, now filled to the brim with him and his large cock pulled me tight around him. It didn't hurt but it didn't feel good. It felt strange like a foreign object was in me, and my body wasn't sure it liked it.

But then he moved, pulling out a little and pressing back in. He did it again and again, going a little further out each time and back in a little faster. Heat was building, the delicious pressure of my eventual release. But then he pulled out completely, his eyes squeezed shut tight and hissing.

"Sorry, Usako."

It took me a minute to understand, his fist gripping his cock tight when I got it. "It's okay."

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled again. "I saved it."

Again I was confused but it didn't matter, Mamoru sliding back into me strong and hard. This time, he picked up the pace almost immediately, and I bucked against him in response. All weird feeling was gone, and all that was left was the good god feeling.

His bed squeaked and we both grunted, groaned, and moaned. But none of it mattered, we were in our own world now.

He had both my hands pinned above my head by his and his lips and tongue traveled wherever they could reach. Mine did the same, nipping and lapping at skin in between body wracking and back arching moans.

I was tottering on the edge, my orgasm paramount. "Mamo….Mamo, look at me." His eyes found mine quickly, his head bobbing as he continued to move our bodies together. "I love you. I love you so much."

He scorched my lips again with his, ravaging my mouth for a few short and sweet seconds. Then he was looking down at me again. "I love you, too. So much."

His words were my catalyst, my body tensing as I came undone around him. And oh shit it felt amazing, my orgasm coming from deep within instead of the surface like when I did it myself.

Mamoru released my hands then, keeping himself propped over me while pulling one of my thighs up on his hip to grind into me. Making my coming nice and long.

My throat burned from my screams, a small manic giggle coming from me as I closed my eyes and flopped back to the bed. Mamoru was still moving inside me. Three or four more pumps and he slowed. I opened my eyes just to watch him, his eyes closed and his mouth parted in a silent moan. He was beautiful.

A few more thrusts and he laid on top of me, our hot and heavy breaths mixing together on our skin.

He rested his face on the pillow right next to my head, and I rested my cheek on it. He only half covered me now, half of my naked body was exposed to the slightly cooler air of the room.

Mamoru turned his head just enough to free his mouth from pressing into his pillow. "You're mine now."

His was whispering, harsh breaths washing over my neck as he pressed a wet kiss to the back of my neck. "I've been yours since we were six."

"Oh, yeah?" The hand that hovered next to my side started to trace up and down my side, tickling. "And I've always been yours. What was it that you said to me?"

"That I love you?"

"No...yes, that too, but I believe it was you that should have been the first to know how I felt about you?"

"And you're point?"

"You didn't tell me either."

He was right, but how was I supposed to? Guess in the end, Mamoru was braver than me. But, it did take me threatening to leave, so maybe not so brave after all. Just scared. Scared of losing me.

Still planted on me, I couldn't move but I was desperate too. Mamoru's hand rested on my hip while his nose nuzzled my neck and hair. "Mamo, we need to get up and put our clothes back on."

"Why?"

He wasn't thinking rationally, his brain fried with sex. "Cause you have about 25 or more people arriving at any moment now!"

He huffed, stubborn as always, "We have plenty of time."

Leaving my hip, his fingers trailed up my stomach and ribs until he cupped my exposed breast. "What are you doing?"

"I just remembered, I missed this one."

"Mamo."

"Can't have it feeling neglected, Usako. That's how wars start."

The chill of the room had my nipple already perked and Mamoru pinched it hard between his fingers. I hissed, arching into his touch while he chuckled softly. He was starting to run a trail down to it, his tongue licking my skin first before closing over it with a kiss. Now off my other side, I thrust both hands into his locks just as his mouth settled over the neglected nipple. He did have a point. Neglect led to bad, bad things. This was good. Very good.

I felt the tip of his long cock as it tapped my inner thigh, him more than ready to go again so soon was surprising, considering what I had heard from Minako and Rei on the subject. According to them, a guy was useless after he came. I already knew Mamoru wasn't normal. Apparently, he was inhuman.

It had me wondering if I could keep up with him, but if he kept swirling his tongue around my areola and dipping his fingers lower and lower and lower….

The bell ringing from his front door made us both freeze, Mamoru jumping up to look at the time on his computer. "Fuck, it's that late already?!"

We'd lost track of time, our lovemaking lasting close to an hour instead of the few short minutes it felt like. Now Mamoru was staring down at me, both of us panting with our want.

The bell rang again and he dropped back down to me, his mouth on mine in an attempt to quiet my protests. My arms around his neck, he left my mouth and I became the voice of reason. "Mamoru, there are people here."

"If we ignore them, they will go away."

He tried to take a nipple in his mouth again but I shoved him off his balance, forcing him to sit back on his heels. "Really? They will just leave without checking on you? On me? Calling and knocking?"

As if on cue, a fist pounded on the front door while his phone buzzed on the headboard above me. I smirked with my righteous indignation, Mamoru trying to keep from grinning, but failing.

Running a hand through his hair, he sighed deeply and grabbed up his phone. "I'm coming. Just chill."

He hung up as quickly as he answered and grabbed my hands to pull me up to him. Drinking me again, he dipped me back slightly with the force of his mouth as I stood on my knees with him. His hands slid down to my ass and grabbed my cheeks hard, a squeal coming from me as I smiled against his lips.

We were both breathless when we pulled apart, Mamoru wearing a rather serious face. "This isn't over. You're spending the night, right?"

I pushed away from him and off the bed, going for my clothes. "Mamo…"

He was in front of me, blocking my path and my view, wrapping his arms around me again. "Spend the night, Usako."

His whispers sent a tingle down my spine, his mouth pressed to my ear. "I...I can't. I need to go home to Shingo."

He cursed, "Fine, I'll go home with you."

Releasing me, he had his clothes back on at an annoying speed that boys did, running a hand through his hair to straighten it up. It looked purposefully messy. I was sure mine just looked like a mess.

I followed behind him, planning on heading straight for the bathroom and dressing in there after I washed. Mamoru stopped at the door and looked back at me. "Wait up here for me to come back for you."

"Why?" I asked, giving him an inquisitive frown.

"You trust me, don't you?"

Of course, I did. Forget the fact that we'd just had sex as proof, I never would have come like I had if I didn't have complete trust in him. "Yes."

"Then don't come down without me."

He placed another kiss on my lips and left while I ran to the bathroom.

To be continued….