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Mamoru leaned back and stretched, lifting his arms out and over his head, then rolling out his shoulders.
What time is it?
Glancing at the clock, he took in the 1:15 AM time with a yawn before returning his gaze to the laptop in front of him. After two full weeks of research and almost ten hours of writing, his final paper was nearing completion. Of course, it would still need to be thoroughly edited, plus footnotes and references added, but that was tomorrow’s problem.
With one last stretch, Mamoru stood, downed the last dredge of coffee in his cup, and padded over to the bathroom for a quick, hot shower to soothe his muscles from the long hours of sitting at his desk.
Twenty minutes later, Mamoru returned to the living room with a steaming cup of chamomile tea and his book, feeling relaxed and refreshed. All that research and writing left no time for pleasure reading, and Mamoru hoped to get in at least two chapters before calling it a night.
But just as he opened his book, he was overcome by the feeling of being watched. A preposterous notion, considering he was nine stories up and there were no buildings with windows across the way, yet the hair standing up on the back of neck could not otherwise be convinced.
And he had long since learned not to ignore his instincts.
On high alert, Mamoru carefully set down his tea on the coffee table, placed his book beside, and turned off the reading lamp on the end table next to the sofa, casting his living room into darkness. The moon in the sky was waxing but very newly so, not that he would have seen it anyway with the dark clouds blanketing the sky, so his balcony was backlit only by the lights of the sleepless city below.
Despite the low light, he was able to make out a shadowy figure on his balcony inching its way towards the glass.
Keeping his movements slow, Mamoru lifted himself off the sofa and quietly made his way to the sliding glass door, praying to whomever cared to listen that whomever - or whatever - was outside couldn’t make out his movements in the darkness.
Come to me….
The voice stopped Mamoru in his tracks.
He strained to listen in the quiet darkness, but all he could hear was the loud hammering of his heart.
Come to me….
This time, the words washed over him like a caress, soothing his nerves and loosening his taut muscles.
Having the lyrical quality of a siren, the voice, so filled with lust and yearning, sang a song impossible to ignore.
Or resist.
His trepidation gone, Mamoru flung open the balcony door and came face to face with the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
Dressed in black thigh-high stockings, a black corset leaving very little to the imagination, an impossibly short lace skirt, and wide feathery wings the color of midnight adorning her back, the creature was a goddess incarnate. Her long, flowing blonde hair glowed almost white in the sliver of moonlight now peeking through the clouds as if it had been beckoned by the goddess herself.
“It’s about time,” the siren pouted.
“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” His response was automatic, no doubt a result of the dark magic conjured by the sensuous creature standing before him.
Unperturbed, she stepped closer, clawing her long dark fingernails into his loose t-shirt.
“It’s no trouble now that you’re here,” she purred. Silver moonlight glinted off a white fang bared by blood red lips pulling up into a sultry smile. “Would you mind inviting me inside?” With a press of her warm body against his unresisting one, the nails of one hand raked into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged him down until her lips came in contact with his ear. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
Mamoru closed his eyes against the violent shudder. Unvoiced promises echoed in his ear as those lips stretched into a wide smile against his skin; promises which were equal parts frightening and arousing.
Her push against his chest was gentle, and he mourned the loss of her warmth immediately.
“Well?” The rise of her eyebrows and tilt of her head was expectant, but his gaze was drawn first to the swing of her hips when she stemmed her hands, and then back up to her scantily covered breasts jutting just that little bit forward and up.
Mamoru was certain the word ‘no’ no longer existed in his vocabulary.
Swallowing hard, Mamoru stepped aside and gestured towards his dark living room, but the siren shook her head, tsking as she wagged a delicate finger.
“Silly mortal. Don’t you understand? A being such as myself must be invited in. You know, with words?”
“Oh,” Mamoru said lamely. “Well then, won’t you come in?”
The sultry smile returned to her lips. “With pleasure.”
Grazing his chest with her nails as she passed, the siren's crystalline blue eyes drank in the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed down a moan, and just before she turned away, a triumphant smirk pulled up on those perfect, lush lips. Through the haze of desire clouding his mind, Mamoru watched her sashay across the floor, his eyes glued to the hypnotic sway of her hips.
Once she was settled into his couch, making a big show of crossing her long, long legs, and beckoned him with the crook of her finger, Mamoru stumble-ran over to her as if he were a puppet made to dance on a string. After righting himself, a hand, trembling from either fear or lust, Mamoru couldn’t be sure, slid into his hair right before he all but collapsed onto the cushion beside her.
The sigh he released upon sitting stuttered in his chest when she pushed herself up off the sofa and climbed into his lap, her long legs resting on either side of his thighs.
Her fingers returned to his shirt, warm and possessive. “It’s been ages since I’ve known the touch of a man,” she said. Her voice was laced with an unexpected shyness, but her gaze returning to his face was determined and sure. “I’ve chosen you to rectify that.”
Before he could remember how to formulate anything close to resembling a proper sentence, her hips ground into his as her lips fell to his ear with a breathy moan. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
Oh, god….
Mamoru’s hips lifted of their own accord to meet her next thrust, bringing his already painful erection into direct contact with the siren’s so very warm, and already so very, very wet sex. If he still had his wits about him, the strangled cry pulled from his throat at the contact would have been very, very embarrassing.
Instead, his body moved on sheer instinct and desire, his entire being having fully given itself over to the siren and her lust-filled song. Dragging up the stocking hugging her leg like a second skin, his fingers ventured beneath the lace of the too-short-to-really-be-called-a-skirt skirt to fan over the warmth of the bare skin of her thigh, giving the flesh an appreciative squeeze.
Her breath, hot against his neck, quickened as his fingers inched closer to the apex of her legs, yet it was his whimpers echoing in the darkness when he discovered her panties were crotchless.
The moment two of his fingers were sheathed inside her, she bit down on his neck and sucked hard, and his free hand immediately tangled into the silky soft strands of her hair to keep her mouth against him. Though this dug her fangs even deeper into his tender skin, he was far too entranced by her to register the pain.
Her gasps and cries grew louder as his fingers, playing to the tune of her siren song, brought her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Just before she tumbled over, her hands flew to his face and forced his head back so she could kiss him, deep and frantic. Her fangs made accessing her mouth a little difficult, but his tongue plunged and licked as deep as it could reach, desperate to taste every inch of her mouth, to swallow down every cry. She tasted of the darkest of red wines: spicy and bitter, with just the perfect hint of sweetness.
After the last of her tremors passed, her hands found the gap in his pajama bottoms, bypassing the waistband in favor of the immediate access to his cock. Lithe fingers drew him out easily, swirling the beads of precum around the head and down the shaft before rubbing the entire length of him up and down her sex, coating him in her essence. With a growled moan, Mamoru covered her hand with her own to halt her movements - one more stroke, and he would have come before even making it inside.
“Now!” she demanded against his bruised and swollen lips. “I need you right-!”
Her head flew back with a loud cry when the hands he clawed into her hips impaled her on his cock with a single, powerful thrust. The pleasure was so great, and her channel so tight and warm, he shuddered, his jaw clenching tight in an effort to not come on the spot. But she gave him no reprieve, immediately fighting against his firm grip to lift her hips until only his tip remained inside, then smashing back down. It was all he could to just hang on as she fucked herself on his dick with a pace that was wild and frantic, each thrust eliciting that delicious gasped cry through parted blood-red lips.
But it was too much - the grip of her warmth on his cock as he slid in and out, the possessive clutch of her fingers into his hair and shirt, her breathy moans and cries, the pleasurable contortion of her face every time he filled her completely - and he came far too soon with a roar, his head falling back against the sofa from the sheer intensity.
Her second orgasm immediately followed, crashing down upon her with even more intensity than the first, her cries reverberating throughout the dark apartment as he prolonged her release with the rub of his thumb at her clit and the hard thrusts of his cock. She collapsed against him afterwards, sated and boneless, nuzzling her face into his neck with a contented sigh.
Mamoru engulfed her to him, taking in the floral scent of her hair with a deep, satiated breath.
“‘Ages since you felt the touch of a man’, huh?” he managed after a few minutes.
Usagi’s head flew off his shoulder, her face scrunched into an adorable pout. “It’s been two weeks, Mamo-chan!” she grumbled, “two long, unbearable, insufferable weeks!”
“I’m sorry, Usako,” he murmured, caressing her cheek. “I was so caught up in my finals, I didn’t realize it’s been that long since we saw each other last.”
Her expression softened. “I know." A tender hand brushed his bangs from his eyes. He’d gone too long between haircuts again. “I understand how important your schoolwork is, but don’t forget about me, OK?
“Never,” he vowed. His thumb caressed the blush now blooming on her cheek before he leaned his head forward to kiss her again. But just as her mouth opened beneath his, Mamoru pulled away, eliciting a disgruntled whine from Usagi. “Ok, I have to ask about the fangs.”
Usagi's pout stretched into a wide grin. “Aren't they neat?” Hooking her finger along her gums, the fangs popped off into her hand, and she opened and closed her mouth a couple times to stretch out her jaw. “I bought them from a specialty store during a shopping trip with Mina-chan.”
His gaze fell to the wings on her back, his fingers gliding along the dark feathers. “And this?”
“Shopping trip-”
“With Minako,” he finished for her, chuckling. “I should have known this was her handiwork.”
Usagi’s gaze fell to the side. “Don’t you like it?” she asked, her tone suddenly unsure.
“Very much,” he murmured, delighting in her shiver when his hands brushed against the sides of her breasts before dragging down to her waist to rest against her hips. “So much so, I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing this on my outdoor balcony."
“I was transformed when I landed!” she giggled, raking her fingers into his hair and her nails against his scalp. “Besides, it's the middle of the night! It was too dark for everyone to see me!”
Simply grunting in response, Mamoru pulled her close and dropped his head into the crook of her neck.
Two weeks.
He couldn’t remember the last time he went two weeks without seeing her.
Except….
His arms tightened around her. “Can you stay?” he whispered into her neck.
He felt her nod. “Yes. My parents think I’m sleeping over at Mina’s tonight. She helped me get ready.”
Minako.
Mamoru sighed.
One of these days, he was going to have to thank that girl.
Usagi squealed when Mamoru tugged her into his arms and stood.
“Come on,” he said to her delighted expression, carrying her bridal style to his bedroom. His book and now cold tea were abandoned on the coffee table. “This entire ensemble needs to be inspected.”
Just before crossing the threshold, Mamoru paused and captured her lips in a kiss so deep and filled with lust, Usagi whimpered, her toes curling in her stockings.
Her blue eyes were glazed over with desire when they reopened.
“And I intend to be very, very thorough.”