SOUL OF FIRE A Sailor Moon Lemon From: Bonnie S Walling This is my first attempt at a lemon ever, and my first try at any kind of fanfic whatsoever in years. As I have only seen the DIC version of Sailor Moon, I will be using the North American names. by Sailor Mac The hour grew late, the movie was winding down. It was a long one, and one that depended on characterization and not action. It was not every Sailor Scout's cup of tea. Which was pretty obvious from the fact that most of them were sprawled across Lita's living room in various stages of slumber. Mina sat in a lounge chair, her head bobbing as she dozed, woke, then dozed again. Amy had shown initial interest in the film, then her long nights of studying caught up with her all of a sudden, and she was sound asleep on the couch. Lita had given up on the film altogether and retreated into the kitchen, and the smells of veggies being fried drifted through the house. Raye was wide awake. But she was not aware of what was on the screen at all. Her vision was fixed on the couple in front of the fireplace. Darien was lying on his back, snoring contentedly. Serena lay snuggled against him, her head resting on her arms, which were folded on his chest. I know he and I were not meant to be, she thought. I know that he and Serena have been destined to be together since the beginning of time. I gladly surrendered him when the time came, knowing that I could not stand in the way of fate. But it still hurts. Oh, Gods, how it hurts. She was snapped out of her trancelike state by Lita plopping herself onto the arm of the chair where Raye was sitting. "Look what I made!" the ponytailed girl caroled, holding out a platter. "Fresh tempura!" Raye made a face and waved the plate away. "Hey, what's the matter? You love my tempura!" "I'm just not hungry tonight, okay?" "You haven't been hungry at all lately. I don't think I've seen you eat in days." "Look, not everybody stuffs their faces like Meatball Head, okay?" "The entire Army doesn't stuff their faces like Serena." Lita scooped up a couple of veggies and popped them in her own mouth. "This movie really sucks, huh? All those Oscars it got don't mean crap. They should have given it an award for Best Insomnia Cure." "Hmmmf." "Raye, what's wrong? You look like something's really bothering you." "Nothing's bothering me, okay? I'm just. . .I'm just tired. Between school and the temple and Sailor Scout business and. . ." "And if you're so tired, how come you didn't conk out when the others did? Come on, Raye, whatever it is, you can tell me." A big smile spread across her face. "Does this have anything to do with a certain young man whose name begins with a C?" "Look, it's not a guy, okay?" snapped Raye in a tone of voice that gave her away as a liar. "I've just got a lot on my mind." "Raye. . ." "I have to go." She got up from the couch and started hunting for her coat. "There's some cleaning up I have to do in the temple before I go to bed. . ." "Please. . .call me tomorrow. We'll talk." "I'll be okay. . .really. Goodnight." On the way out, she could not avoid seeing the cozy couple by the fire again, and she felt her heart tearing in two. * * * Raye sat before the sacred fire in the temple, staring into the flames. She tried to empty her mind, the necessary first step before she could divine the future. But emptying her mind had become nearly impossible lately. Sure, she was not lacking male company. There was Chad. And she knew that other men were interested in her. She was not unaware of her physical attractiveness. But there was nobody she felt a true connection to, nobody whose soul she felt was a twin to her own. Nobody since Darien. Images leapt into her mind, unwelcome images that she tried to push away. Serena and Darien entwined in passion, her huge blue eyes closed and her rosebud mouth forming an almost perfect "O" as he stroked into her again and again. Serena saying, with a big smile on her face, "Raye, will you perform our wedding ceremony?" Serena and Darien playing with their little pink-haired girl. And finally,the two lovers as they were in the Silver Millennium, and would be in the far future -- the serene royal lovers, joined in body, heart and soul through all eternity. "AAAUGGHH!" She shook the images out of her head. The tears leapt into her eyes and burned, burned, burned like the Fire of Mars.She bit her lip to keep them from turning into sobs. "Who is *my* soul mate?" she shouted to the gods. "Who was *my* lover during the Silver Millennium? Am I ever going to find the same happiness as that crybaby twit?" Acting on a sudden impulse, she flew out into the garden, gathering up flowers. Running back into the temple, she cast them into the fire as an offering to the gods. "Oh, ancient and eternal ones, who see all that was, is, and shall be!" she shouted. "Send to me my soul mate, the one who has been my lover since the Silver Millennium! Let me know his love and passion once more!" The flames roared up to the ceiling, and for a split second, Raye saw a face in them, a male face so beautiful her senses could hardly comprehend it. Then, she blacked out. * * * She awoke with a start in the middle of the night. How did I get from the temple to my bed? she thought. Or did I dream that part of the evening? She was about to turn over and go back to sleep when she became aware of a presence standing in the corner. "Who's there? Who are you?" The figure began to move toward the bed, slowly. Raye began to creep away, inching toward the nightstand where she knew her Mars wand was. "Come no closer if you know what's good for you." He continued to advance. She grasped the wand and raised it. "Okay, you asked for it. MARS POW-" She dropped the wand when she saw the face of the intruder. "Darien!" He spoke not a word, but sat on the bed next to her. "Darien, what are you doing mmpphh. . ." Her words were muffled by his mouth claiming hers. She gasped and her arms reached up to clasp him. His kiss was hard, insistent, his tongue probing deep in her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat. He pulled his lips from hers, only to rain kisses all over her throat. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in gasps. "Oh, Gods, Darien. . ." His mouth was back on hers again, his hands squeezing her breasts through her clothes. Her nipples rose to meet his touch. He changed their positions, rolling them both over on their sides. She took the opportunity to roll away from him, standing on the side of the bed. Giving him a sly smile, she slowly dropped her clothes to the floor. She could feel his gaze roaming over her, taking in her long legs, slim waist, massive waterfall of black hair. . .and she basked in it like sunshine. "Like what you see?" she said. "Then come and get it. . .after you prove yourself. Let's see what you've been hiding under that fancy evening wear." He rose from the bed, smiling at her, and his clothing joined hers on the floor. He was even more beautiful than in her dreams, his skin taut over ample muscles. . .and his cock was a marvel, large and beautifully formed, like a classical statue's. She fell to her knees and grasped this amazing rod, stroking it in her hands, feeling it grow and throb. She opened her mouth and took it in, sucking, moving up and down on it. His moans sent more shudders of desire shooting through her. He pulled her to her feet, tumbled her to the bed. His mouth was on hers again, his hands at her breasts. Her legs parted as he felt his fingers stroke her nipples, first softly, then more urgently. She pulled his mouth away from hers, pushed his head downward, and let out a loud moan as his tongue began flicking at the hardened, tips. "Suck. . .oh, please," she gasped. He clamped his lips on her, and her body jerked. His fingers were exploring her soft folds, finding the hard little nub that was the center of her being. "Ahhh!" she cried, finding herself trembling on the brink. He pushed her flat on her back, pulling her legs up and out. She felt the tip of his manhood pushing against her. . .and suddenly, she knew terror. She was still a virgin. That thing was so huge! How could it possibly fit in her? She'd be torn in two! "Darien. . .it's my first time. . .please. . ." He silenced her with two fingers over his mouth, followed by his lips. Then she felt a big thrust, followed by a quick, tearing pain. She cried out, felt tears running down her face. He held her close in his arms, kissed her, stroked her hair until she calmed down. Then, he began to move inside her, first slowly and gently, then harder, faster. "Ohhh. . ." she moaned as a delicious sensation began spreading through her womanhood, getting hotter and stronger, and he was thrusting harder and harder, and his cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. . . Wait a second! That's no illusion--he IS getting bigger! Raye's eyes flew open, and the face of the man atop her, inside her, began to morph. His body was getting bigger, even more muscular. Panic hit--oh Gods, she thought, it's the Negaverse! I'm being raped by a Negacreep who took Darien's form! Then, she heard a voice--not spoken, but in her head. "No, Raye. Trust me. I'm not from the Negaverse. I love you. I have loved you since the dawn of time. I had to come to you looking like Darien or you would have never accepted me. Look at me, Raye." She got a good look at the new face--and saw the beautiful man who she had glimpsed in the fire before. As her eyes connected with his, she felt deep, deep desire, deeper than she'd felt when she thought he was Darien. Her hand reached up slowly, drew his head down to hers. Their lips met, and she felt an electric charge shoot through every bit of her being. He moved inside her again, thrusting harder and harder and harder. Her hips rose to meet each stroke as the pleasure rushed and screamed through her, building and building and building until she thought she'd lose her mind. "Now. . .now, please, I need it, I need it. . .AAAHHH!" Everything exploded and she reeled, feeling a power surge unlike any she'd ever felt before, hotter and fiercer even than the Fire of Mars. Over and over she jerked, bucking against the man who filled her, only dimly aware of his roar of triumph and the gush of his seed. It was awhile before she fully came to her senses. Slowly, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, shaking the dizzy, dazed sensation from her head. She looked around for her lover. There was absolutely no sign of him. Not even stay hairs on the pillow. Then, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and gasped. She was in her Mars regalia, minus the dress--the tiara, the choker, the earrings, even the long gloves. * * * "Raye, I think you've set the world record for mood swings." Lita and Raye were coming out of the diner, where they'd had lunch with their fellow Scouts -- and Raye had acted in a most un-Raye like manner. Serena had spent most of the meal babbling and whining about how Molly was going with her cousin to some concert that Serena's parents wouldn't let her go to. Lita, Amy and Mina had braced themselves, expecting Raye to tell Serena to shut up and the usual confrontation to erupt. But Raye had just sat there, smiling serenely. "Let's just say I have a different outlook on life today." "Different? You could say that. What did you do, swallow a bottle of Prozac?" "No. . .let's just say I had a nice little meditation session in front of the fire last night." Lita snorted. "The way you were acting last night, I thought you were going to *throw yourself* into that fire of yours, not *stare* at it. For you to change that quickly, you would've had to have a close encounter with something alcoholic, chemical, or male." Raye just gave her an enigmatic smile. "It is a guy, isn't it? Who is it? Tell me! Is it someone I know?" "Oh, Lita. . .didn't your mother ever tell you not to jump to conclusions?" * * * Night had long since fallen. Raye's grandfather had gone to bed. She swept out the temple, gazing at the fire. Could she make it happen again? At the thought of that man coming to her, she felt her nipples rise, a dampness between her legs. Who was he? Where did he come from? Was he the man that she'd prayed for? She set the broom down, went into the garden. She returned to the fire with her arms full of blossoms. She concentrated, sent out her prayer, cast the blooms into the flames. The fire roared to the ceiling again, and she beheld the face. With a big smile, she fairly flew to her bedroom. * * * She was ready for him when he appeared. He found her sitting in the center of her bed wearing nothing but her long black hair draped over her breasts, tantalizing hints of nipples peeking through the tresses. "Hello, my love," she said. "I'm so glad to see you." "You are so beautiful, Raye," he said in a soft, sensual voice. "Beautiful in body and in soul. The proud warrior enchantress." "All this beauty is for you," she said. "Now show yourself to me. Let me feast my eyes on you." The clothes seemed to fall away from him with nary a touch. She moved over to him, her arms encircling his waist, her lips pressing on his chest again and again. She circled his flat male nipple with her tongue, drawing it into her mouth and sucking. His groan was the sweetest music to her ears. "Let me delight your senses, my darling," he said. "Do you trust me?" "Oh, yes, yes," she whispered. He drew her mouth to his, claiming it fiercely. Their tongues mingled in a dance of passion. He urged her back on the bed, lifted her arms above her head--and then he grabbed her blouse from the floor and used it to tie her hands together above her, tying the other end to the headboard. "Hey!" she said. "What's this?" "Shh." he said. "You said you would trust me. I will never do anything to hurt you, Raye. I love you. Just relax. . ." She did as he said. He kissed her lips, moving down over her neck. He captured each nipple in turn in his mouth, suckling them, paying homage to them. Down he moved, and still down, till she felt his tongue moving over the soft petals of her liquid center. "Ohh, baby, yeah. . ." She thrust up against him as he stroked, sucked, licked. The wild sensations were building up, and she felt her orgasm rushing on like a freight train. Then, he stopped. She started to protest, but he put his fingers over her mouth. He went to her bureau, found a soft, fluffy powder puff. Sitting next to her, he began to draw it over her heated skin, stroking it up her long, long legs, up to her firm, rounded buttocks. Her senses were so up that the stroking of the puff felt like liquid fire. She arched her torso, encouraging his efforts. He brought it over her stomach, then slowly encircled her left breast, bringing it in an agonizingly slow spiral toward her nipple. She groaned, urged him to hurry. He continued to take his time. When the puff finally made contact with her sensitive flesh, it was like a lighting bolt searing her very soul. "Oh, Gods, you're incredible! Just incredible!" she cried. He took the puff away, waited for her to calm down. Then he began the process again with the other breast. As he pleasured her nipple, he reached across to her nighttable, where she had a small dish of chocolate kisses. He took one and placed it in her mouth. As it melted on her tongue, her heightened senses make the chocolate take on flavors she never even knew were there. Never had chocolate seemed more erotic. Next, he went to her bureau and came back with mentholated cold cream, the kind used for cooling sunburns. He scooped out a big glob and rubbed it on her nipples. The cold brought on another series of incredible sensations, and then he leaned over and blew his hot breath over the cold. The combination of hot and cold nearly sent her over the edge. With a cry, she jerked her hips upward. "Fill me, complete me, please, please. . ." He lay over her, his hot chest pressing against her still-cold nipples, making her cry out again. His giant cock thrust into her soft wetness, and she sobbed as an orgasm wracked her. But it was not enough to get rid of all the lust and heat that had built up in her, and she had barely stopped shuddering when she came again, and then a third time. Dimly, she was aware of the tiara encircling her brow, the glovesappearing on her hands, before she lost consciousness. Later, she had a dream in which she grasped her lover's penis--and watched it change into her Mars wand before her very eyes. * * * "Ooh, can you believe it? She actually took her dad's cell phone to the concert with her so she can call me from there and tell me how wonderful it is. That Molly! If she wasn't my best friend. . ." Serena's whining couldn't dampen Raye's bliss. She was back in Lita's living room, sitting in the same chair she'd been in a couple of nights before, but her attitude couldn't be more different. Whoever he was, wherever he came from, she hoped he would never, ever stop coming to her. If he was a lover of hers from an ancient time, she would defy all the time-space laws to be with him. If he was from the Negaverse, she would gladly surrender to her enemy. Lita was waving a platter of food before her. She ate greedily, shivering as she recalled her heightened sense of taste from the night before. "Someone's got their appetite back," Lita remarked. "What's the big secret, Raye?" "Yes, tell us," Mina chimed in. "You've been so. . .so. . ." "Un-Raye-like?" said Serena. "Okay, okay, I admit it," Raye said. "I've been a bitch. But I've got a whole new attitude now." "And what's your attitude's name?" Mina said. "Mike? Bill? Gary?" "Chad?" said Serena. "Sorry to disappoint you girls. None of the above." (I wish *I* knew his name, she thought). "We'll force you to confess sometime before the night's out," Lita said as the telephone rang. She scooped it up. "Hellllooo? Oh, Serena, it's for you." "Got it." She took the receiver. "Okay, Molly, I don't want to know. . ." Suddenly, the expression on her face changed, and fear could be seen in her enormous blue eyes. "Molly? Hang on, Molly, help is on the way!" She hung up. "Oh my Gods, it's the Negaverse. The concert was a setup. They're draining the energy of everyone there. We have to get down there--fast!" Wands were quickly retrieved from pockets and purses, and a chorus of young voices rang out in the night, calling out the names of their planets. But when Raye shouted, "Mars Power!" something curious happened. The power surge she felt with her transformation was much greater than before. She could practically feel the fire shooting from every pore of her before she even called on it. As they hurried toward the concert hall, she found she could run extra-fast, and as they leapt the barrier, she could jump extra high. What's happened? she thought. Does this power-up have anything to do with my mystery man? Inside, they found a hall full of sickly, groaning people, their energy being drained into a huge glowing orb suspended above the stage. There under the orb stood a being they had never seen before, but who wore the unmistakable uniform of a Negaforce general. "Well, look what we have here," said Jupiter. "Some brand-new Negatrash to take out." "That's what you think, Sailor brats," the general replied. "I've been studying you a long time, Scouts, and I know just how to trap you." "Let's see how well you've done your homework," Mercury retorted. "Mercury bubble blast!" "Jupiter thunder crash!" "Venus crescent beam smash!" But the three-pronged attack never struck its target. The bubbles, lighting and lasers got sucked straight into the orb--which shot out vinelike tangents which wrapped around all five girls. "Is this this best you can do?" shouted Mars. "We can get out of this easy! Mars fire ignite!" Nothing happened. "Jupiter thunder crash!" Still nothing. "You're bound!" boomed the general. "I've found a way to turn your own energy against you and block your powers! You'll never escape, and the Negaforce will conquer all!" Just then, a huge voice boomed, "That's what you think, Peredite!" A red glow appeared in the sky, and then a huge bolt of fire shot to the earth. Raye's eyes widened when she saw her lover step out of the bolt, dressed head to toe in gleaming Ancient Roman armor. "And who are you?" The warrior did not reply. He drew his sword--which was made of pure flame. "You're not doing anything to these girls. You're going to fight me instead." "So be it." He flinging bolts of negapower--which the warrior calmly deflected with his sword. "Is that all you've got?" said Raye's lover, calmly. "Not in the least." Peredite raised his arms and shouted, "Dark orb power!" The energy stored in the orb was released in a rush, slamming into the warrior and knocking him off his feet. "NOOOO!" Mars screamed. As the power left the orb, the bindings on the Scouts disappeared, and Mars rushed forward, prepared to fling fire like never before. "MARS. . .MAXIMUM. . .FIREPOWER!" The blast that shot from her fingertips shocked even herself. An enormous fountain of fire hit Peredite, sending him screaming and sprawling to the ground. The warrior got up to his feet, grabbed his flaming sword, and finished the job. Peredite was no more. The people in the concert hall began staggering to their feet, groaning and shaking off the lethargy. As Sailor Moon rushed off to look for Molly, Mars saw the warrior walk out of the concert hall as the red sky began to form above him. "Wait! Wait!" she said, running after him. "Please tell me who you are! I have to know!" He turned to her and smiled. "Raye, my darling." She ran into his arms, burying her face in his chest. "Don't you know?" "No! I haven't a clue!" He stroked her face and looked deep in her eyes. "Oh, my sweetheart. I am you and you are me." "I don't understand." "You are Sailor Mars, are you not?" "Yes, I am but what does. . ." Then, it hit her. "Oh, my Lord!" She fell to her knees before him. "You're Mars. . .the God Mars!" "In the time before time, back in the Silver Millennium, I chose you to be my priestess, my champion, and my lover. You are my representative in the human world. My power is channeled through you." "Your representative in the human world?" "I normally cannot travel between the worlds, Raye. The gods granted me a short time to come here and be with you, because your need for me was so great. The night you first called upon the gods to reveal your lover to you, I could see your pain was unbearable. I came to ease your pain." "And you're going away again? "I'm sorry, my dearest. I have to." She began to cry. "But if you go, I'll be in pain again! Now that I've had you, I will never be able to settle for a mortal man!" He held her very close. "I will never be far from you, Raye. When you call upon your powers as Sailor Mars, I'll be there. When you act as a priestess, I'll be there as well. And when you look into the eyes of a man you love, you'll see me. And you will love a man again, Raye. Trust me." "Haven't I always?" He laughed. "Now kiss me, and I'll be on my way." Their lips met, and she felt his warmth fade away, bit by bit. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. Behind her, people were starting to leave the concert hall. Someone had put music over the PA system to accompany their exodus. "Bittersweet Symphony." To Raye, it seemed appropriate. Slowly, she made her way back inside, where she found her friends. They gathered around her. "Are you okay?" "You all right, Raye." She smiled, serenely. "Never been better." "I wonder who that guy with the flaming sword was," said Serena as they started to walk back home. "Yeah," said Amy. "He came out of nowhere, and vanished into thin air." Raye smiled to herself. "Let's just say he was an old flame of mine."