LOVE ENERGY A Sailor Moon Lemon by Sailor Mac Negaverse General Hematite sat in the main throne room of the palace that had once been Queen Beryl's, brooding. They had come so close. So close to restoring the rule of the Dark Kingdom. Wotite had guaranteed them that attacking the Olympic Games would give them enough energy to take over the Universe. Victory was within their grasp-at last, they would succeed where Beryl had failed. Then those Sailor brats had to ruin everything. Again. Not this time, you little twerps, Hematite thought. You may have done in Wotite, but you won't be able to stop me. I know of an energy pool so rich, so unstoppable, that I will be able to collect enough energy to take over the universe in no time. He summoned his minions. "I want you to go to Earth and start collecting the sexual energy of humans who are in love. . ." * * * "What's with Miss Haruna today?" Molly whispered to Serena. Serena, who had been daydreaming about being a world-class figure skater again, snapped back to reality at the sound of Molly's voice. "Huh-what?" "Miss Haruna! Yesterday, she was all bouncy and happy because she was going out with that new boyfriend of hers. Today, she can hardly keep awake!" Serena looked at her teacher, whose head bobbed up and down as she woke, doze, and woke up again. Looks like the date went *real* well, Serena thought. But even if it did, she wouldn't be *that* tired. I don't doze off like that even after Darien and I have been. . . "Maybe she's sick?" "She's not coughing or sneezing or anything like that." "Oh, let's try to stop figuring out what it might be. Let's just enjoy not having to do work!" * * * Raye was just getting started on her chores for the day when the Makunas entered the temple. The young couple had been married there just a month before, and Raye had helped her grandfather with the ceremony. They had looked so vibrant and happy that day. . . They looked the polar opposite of vibrant today. She watched the sickly couple approach the altar, and could not help overhearing the prayers they muttered. . . "Please, heal us of whatever is wrong with us. . .the doctors have no idea how to help. . .we've been so weak, so sick these last few days. . ." Oh, Gods, Raye thought, please, not again. When are they going to give up? Have they got an inexhaustible supply of generals and goons? I thought that Nagano would be the end of it. . . She knew what she had to do. She went into the room with the sacred fire. * * * Amy got home from school, made herself a sandwich, and picked up the phone to check in with her mother before starting her studies. "Hi, Mom. How's things been today at the hospital?" "Bedlam. There's been people flooding in all day, complaining of being weak. Mostly young couples. It's the damnedest thing-nobody can find any solid medical cause for it." Amy found herself pulling her communicator out of her bag and putting it on the table. She had a feeling she'd be hearing it go off very soon. . . * * * Darien unpacked the grocery bags, putting the steak and potatoes and salad greens on the table. He was cooking dinner for Serena tonight. It was Friday, and she was planning to sleep over, as she so often did on weekends. Normally, he'd be smiling and humming, full of anticipation for the night ahead. But now, he felt uneasy. *Very* uneasy. He heard his door buzzer, and pushed the intercom. "Serena?" "It's me, Muffin! Ready or not, here I come!" "Come right up, baby. I'm just starting dinner. . ." Her trademark knock sounded on the door a short time later. He opened the door, fully expecting her to fling herself at him. She met his expectations. "Oooh, I'm so glad to see you, Muffin!" She brought her mouth to his, and they kissed tenderly. "I haven't seen you since. . .Sunday, wasn't it?" "Yes. I'm sorry, Meatball Head, but I've been busy with midterms and. . ." "It doesn't matter-I've got you all to myself now." She kissed him again. Why was he feeling that dread rising in the pit of his stomach. . . "Have a seat," he said. "I'm going to make the salad and put on the steak and potatoes." They chatted about school and their friends as he worked in the kitchen and she sat on the living room couch, channel-surfing as they called back and forth to each other. When she reported Miss Haruna's mysterious illness, he got that sick feeling of dread again. Finally, he was able to join her on the couch. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, his lips touching her neck, then her chin, then her mouth. "Did you get more beautiful since I saw you last?" he asked. "Flattery will get you everywhere." She pulled his head to hers, and they kissed, hard, deep and wet. He slid his hands under her blouse, touching her bare stomach, moving up toward her breasts. . . And then, the report came from the TV, which was tuned to a local station's news broadcast. "A mysterious illness has been sweeping the city, an illness which is being called the sexual flu. Area hospitals report an influx of young adult patients, all of whom claim that they began feeling weak and sickly after making love. . ." Their heads broke apart and snapped toward the TV. "Doctors have not been able to find any organic cause for the mysterious illnesses. . ." "Oh, Gods," Darien said, "it *is* them." "What?" "I've been getting vibes. . .Negaverse vibes. . ." At that moment, Serena's communicator beeped. "And, apparently, so has someone else." Serena picked up the communicator, to see Raye's face displayed. "We have to meet at the temple," she said. "Something's up, big-time." "I'm on my way," said Serena. She turned to Darien. "You might as well come along for this one. . .you can tell them about your vibes." * * * "They're feeding off the sexual vibrations of people in love," Raye reported to the others. "The Negaverse is under the command of a general named Hematite now. He not only wants to take over the world, he wants to avenge Wotite. He's *very* dangerous." "So how are we going to know who they're going to strike next?" said Mina. "They can read love vibes," said Raye. "If they detect that a young couple is about to have a romantic evening. . ." Serena leaned over and whispered in Darien's ear, "Good thing we heard that news report, or we would have been Negabait!" "We all have to keep our eyes and ears peeled," said Raye, "and I'll be keeping my psychic channels open. On a Friday night, they're going to have plenty of opportunities to strike. . ." And we'd better get rid of those Negacreeps fast, Serena thought. I don't want *my* romantic evening ruined! * * * As it turned out, they didn't have to wait very long for the Negaverse to strike. Serena and Darien had gone back to his apartment to have their dinner. They were about halfway through when her communicator beeped again. "There's some kind of Negathings outside my apartment building!" said Lita. "I think they're after the couple who live next door to me. . ." "We're on our way!" said Serena. She closed the communicator and jumped up. "I'll get a headstart. . .you get ready to come in as backup." "Aye aye, captain!" he said. When she arrived at the apartment, she found Lita and Amy trying to take on a group of silvery things that looked half-humanoid, half-living plant-and getting their butts kicked. Each of the girls was wrapped in a vinelike appendage. Time to take out the Negatrash, Serena thought. . . She hopped up on a car roof, where she knew she'd be seen, just as one of the creatures was growling, "We might as well take your energy, too!" "That's what you think, Negacreep!" Serena shouted. "I'm Sailor Moon! Champion of love! In the name of the moon, I will triumph over jerks who come between loving couples! And that means you! In the name of the moon, I'll punish you!" She took off her tiara and started to go into her spin-only to be knocked off the car by one of the vinelike growths. She shrieked as she saw the pavement rushing up to meet her head, but someone caught her before she hit the ground. "Sailor Mars!" she said. "I think it's going to take a combined attack to get rid of these guys, don't you?" said Raye. "You're on," Serena replied. "Count me in, too!" called Mina's voice behind them. They prepared to each launch their specialty- "Moon tiara. . ." "Mars fire. . ." "Venus crescent beam. . ." But three more vines shot out and grabbed them before they could complete the attacks. They struggled and struggled. . . And then, the rose landed on the pavement in front of the creatures. It startled them enough so that they relaxed their grip on the girls. "How dare you prey on the feelings of young lovers?" called a male voice above them. "Only the lowest form of creature would feed off the highest of human emotions! Tuxedo Mask will never forgive you!" The blowhard speech served its purpose-it distracted the creatures long enough for the girls to wriggle free and launch their attacks. "Mercury bubbles. . .blast!" Amy spread fog about the creatures, confusing them and leaving them vulnerable to what was coming next. Serena and Raye launched their combined attack to get rid of half the creatures, and Mina and Lita combined their powers to get rid of two more. Darien got rid of the remainder by spearing them with dagger-like roses. Serena and Lita high-fived each other. "Totally dusted!" they yelled in unison. Darien hopped down from the low rooftop he'd been standing on. "Only the lowest form of creature would feed off the highest of human emotions?" Raye said. "Where the hell did *that* come from, Tux Boy?" "Hey, sometimes I surprise even myself." "What're you trying to do, make the Negacreeps *barf*?" He laughed. "What kind of vibes are you getting?" "Calm. I think Hematite's backing off. . .for now." "Same here." "But we've definitely not seen the last of him. He'll lay low for awhile, then he'll be back, trying a different tactic. . ." "Just like every other Negacreep we've ever been up against." She sighed. "It never ends, does it?" "Oh, I have a feeling that someday it will. Someday. . .but Gods only know when." * * * Hematite paced like a caged animal. Damn those Sailor brats! How did they catch on so fast? He thought he'd have weeks and weeks of draining energy from lovers. . . "Do they have a GOD feeding them information?" he raged. It was time to think of a new plan, a foolproof plan. Then, he'd be back. . . * * * Serena and Darien arrived back at his apartment house. "Well, my sweet, it's time to pick up where we left off. . ." He raised his arm, preparing to go into the de-transformation process. She caught his arm and shook her head. "What is it?" he said. A slow smile spread over her face. "I was just thinking. . .that in all this time. . .I've never made love to Tuxedo Mask." He caught her in his arms and kissed her. "What a coincidence. . .I've never made love to Sailor Moon." "Well, then. . .what are we waiting for?" He picked her up in his arms. In this form, they didn't have to travel by elevator. He gave a super-leap, landed on a balcony, leaped again, landed on another balcony, then finally leaped onto his own. He set her down and pushed the sliding glass door open, and they walked into his apartment. He lit the candles on his mantel, put some soft, romantic music on the stereo, and took her in his arms. "Sailor Moon. . .before we do this, I have to warn you. . .I have no idea what the result of us making love in this form will be." She smiled wickedly. "Oh, I know what the result will be." "Other than that, silly little minx. We'll both be releasing huge bursts of magical energy when we climax. . ." "Oooh, I like the sound of that!" She pulled him closer, and their mouths melded. He gave up trying to explain, and gave in to pure sensation. It didn't take long for her to realize that the hat and mask were in her way. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair, to press her lips all over his face. . .She pulled them off and tossed them aside, raining soft kisses on his brow, temples, nose, cheeks. . . "Mmmm," he said. "It's getting real warm in here, sweetheart. . ." He brought his lips to hers again, and they kissed deeply, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers tangling with and teasing his. They broke apart, staring deeply into each other's eyes, clasping hands, and sank to their knees on the rug together. They kissed again, more urgently, his hands beginning to roam her body, feeling the fabric of her sailor uniform stretched tightly over each dangerous curve. "Oh, baby," he said, "I wanted you from the moment I first saw you." His hands slipped up under her skirt, cupping her buttocks and squeezing. She groaned. "Oh, Tuxedo Mask," she sighed. She felt like she was inside one of her own fantasies, the fantasies she used to have when she first met him, before she knew that Tuxedo Mask was Darien. She reached up to undo his jacket, then vest, then shirt. . . "There's a way to just make my costume disappear, you know," he whispered. "No. . .I don't want you to take it all the way off. I just want to undo your shirt, so I can see and touch your chest. . .and open your pants, so I can get at your. . .your. . ." "Say no more." He took her hand and kissed it, then led it back to his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt and unhooked his tie, then pushed the fabric aside just enough so she could kiss the broad expanse of his chest, run her hands up and down it, kneading his muscles. She felt a slight difference in his body from when he was in his "everyday" form. . .the muscles felt a bit bulkier, a bit tighter, and the scent coming from his body was different as well. . .musk and roses. She licked one of his nipples, marveling that his skin even tasted a bit different. . . different, but still delicious. He moaned as she fluttered her tongue over the flat knot. "Gods, you're making me crazy, Sailor Moon," he said in a husky voice. She wanted to get out of her clothes, but she knew no other way of removing them than to take them off magically-there were no snaps or closures on the bodysuit. Yet she wanted to keep part of the uniform on. . . She passed her hand over her body, concentrating on making the top part of her clothing disappear. The bodysuit vanished, leaving her body open to him-yet the skirt remained, just enough to give him the tantalizing reminder that he was making love to Sailor Moon, not Serena. As soon as he saw her naked breasts, he felt his body responding. He gathered her in his arms and tipped her until she was lying on her back, his lips moving from her mouth down her neck, lingering a bit at the hollow of her throat, then moving down further and further. Her breasts were a bit fuller when she was in this form. . .He brushed his lips over the curve, not kissing, just a feathery touch. When he encountered her hardened nipple, his tongue gently caressed it as she groaned. "Gods, Tuxedo Mask," she whispered, "you're making me feel so good. . ." He took the little bud in his lips, sucking on it, stopping occasionally for his tongue to flick over and over it. He produced a rose at the same time, and began stroking it over the other nipple. She writhed and whimpered, whispering, "Give me more, please. . ." The rose slipped downward, over her belly, then over her skirt, down to her legs, where it began moving upward. . .She spread her legs wide, and he slipped it under her skirt, stroking petals against petals. Her breath caught and she let out a long, low, husky moan as she felt the softness of the flower brushing her womanhood. He pulled it away, and the petals bore traces of her moisture. "A rose kissed by the dew," he whispered just before his mouth claimed hers again. She stripped off her long gloves, then reached down for his pants, undoing the button and zipper, pushing the fabric downward so she could grasp the hardness beneath. "Oh!" she cried, when her fingers encountered a male organ a bit different from the one she was used to-a little longer, a little thicker. . .even the shape was not quite the same. "You feel so good," she whispered as her fingers stroked and caressed him. He moaned deeply. "Oh, Sailor Moon. . ." He was seized with a desire to taste her sweetness. Pulling off his gloves and ifting her skirt, he kissedher stomach, his fingers gently probing between her legs. She spread them wide again, and he moved into position, inhaling her woman scent, marveling at the difference-it was heavier, muskier than normal, but still intoxicating. His tongue snaked out, touching her most sensitive flesh. . .Oh, Gods, she tasted so good! He began licking her eagerly, anxious for more and more of this sweet wine that had his head spinning, sticking his tongue deep within her so he could drink his fill. He kissed her swollen jewel, tickling it ever-so-slightly with his tongue, just enough to make her writhe and cry out. I want to be inside her, he thought. I want to become one with my only love. . . He stood up, picking her up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom, her carrying the "dewy" rose. Depositing her on the bed, he reached into the nighttable for protection. "Tuxedo Mask?" "Just because we're in this form, my darling, doesn't mean we can't conceive. In fact, we may be *more* likely to conceive this way. . ." He prepared himself, then embraced her, his mouth and hers coming together. He rolled on his back so she could straddle him, and she impaled herself bit by bit, marveling at how different he felt within her. . . "Tuxedo Mask!" she gasped, just before she gave a huge thrust, a thrust which brought his full length into her. Both of them moaned deeply, savoring the feel of their union, before she began to pump her hips, and he moved with her. His hands came up to her breasts, his thumbs moving in maddening circles over her nipples. "Sailor Moon. . ." he whispered, "I love you." "I love you, too." Those were the last coherent words spoken for quite awhile, for as her tempo increased, and he stroked and gently squeezed her nipples more and more, speech gave way to moans and cries and gasped half-syllables, a language of love that spoke volumes. She felt him fill her, leave her, then fill her again, her muscles squeezing him, trying to make him a part of her forever. . .He felt her envelop him, surround him, consume him, and he never felt so whole in his life. As climax approached, he picked up the "dewy" rose and they clasped hands, holding it between them. Oh, my baby, he thought, oh yes, oh Gods, come with me, come with me. . .He bucked wildly beneath her, and suddenly, everything was heat and white light, and he cried out in triumph, and his cry was answered by her own as she tumbled headfirst into heaven. And as they reached their peak, something started to happen to the rose. It mutated, changed, took on a new shape. . . She collapsed atop him, both of them panting, holding each other in shaky arms. "Oh, Tuxedo Mask," she sighed, "it was even better than my fantasies." "You're wonderful," he said. "I love you so much. . ." "I love you too. . ." It was a few delirious moments before they returned to reality. And that's when she saw the thing in the bed next to them. . . "Hey. . .what's this?" She held up a pure silver, jewel-encrusted dagger, encased in a leather sheath that was decorated with mystical symbols. "What. . .where did that come from?" "And where's the rose?" Then, suddenly, he realized what had happened. "It's some kind of magical tool. . .I told you that when we came, we'd be releasing large bursts of magical energy. The energy transformed the rose into. . ." Suddenly, he saw that she had gone into a trance-like state. "Sailor Moon? Serena?" She seemed to be staring into eternity. Serena had latent psychic powers, and occasionally, they would kick in and show her things. . .like they had helped him find the golden crystal which matched her silver one. After a moment, she blinked and came back to reality. "It's called the Moon Blade. It's for both blasting Negacreeps and for healing. And it's a very powerful weapon. . .and furthermore, either of use can use it." "Amazing." She sighed. "We'll probably need it. This new Negaverse general, Hematite. . .he makes me nervous." He pulled her close. "We'll beat him. We'll beat him like we beat all the others-Jadeite, Zoicite, Malachite, Beryl, Wotite. . .if we're together, nothing can beat us." She kissed him. "I love you, Tuxedo Mask." "I love you too, Sailor Moon. And Serena. And Princess." They embraced, feeling the energy of their love surround them-a pure, clean and good energy that nobody, not even the Negaverse, would ever be able to take away from them. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks bunches to everyone who pre-read this story and offered their input, including Molly, Jeffrey Wizard and (of course) Mark Berger. You people are beautiful. . . Also, lots of thanks to everyone who's written to me about my work. You're the reason why I do this. Love ya! Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm just borrowing them for awhile.