Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts of the Past ❯ Chapter 9

Shikyuu awoke with a start. First thing he noticed was the sleeping alien. Fiore had moved during the night. The aqua haired man had no clue that he was clinging to the Dark Prince. He didn't know that his smooth breaths were hitting the orange haired man's collarbone, slowly driving him insane. He just slept on, unaware of how incredibly hot he was. Unaware of what Shikyuu wanted to do to him at that moment. That was, until Shikyuu decided it was time to wake his alien beauty.

 

Fiore felt something under him shifting. He clung to it tighter, trying to remain asleep. Hopes of sleep died quickly when he felt a heavy weight pin his surprisingly delicate body. Fiore slowly opened his eyes, hoping that it wasn't who he thought is was. It was. To Fiore's horror, Shikyuu was using his body to pin him crucifix style. Terrified light blue eyes met hungry green ones. They pulled him into their piercing green depths and threatened to devour him.

 

Fiore was confused. Why was he in Shikyuu's bed? How come the Dark price was on top of him? He remember bits and pieces of what had transpired the night before. He had come in angry with Mamoru. He had kissed the orange haired Price of Darkness. That didn't explain why he was pinned in the man's bed. What made him afraid is that he really didn't remember how he ended up there. The way Shikyuu looked at him made Fiore wonder if Shikyuu had... If he had let the Dark Prince...

 

Shikyuu smiled over his prize. He could see the conflict in the alien's eyes. The struggle. He knew what was bothering the man so. The alien thought Shikyuu had taken advantage of him in his sleep. He moved a hand to trace Fiore's cheek, and then run it through that soft aqua hair. “Fiore.” He smiled. The alien hadn't flinched back from the touch. “You're mine forever.” Then Shikyuu moved down to capture the alien's lips in a possessive kiss, thrilled when the alien didn't fight back.

 

Fiore just lay there in shock. Mamoru wouldn't want him now. He had betrayed the man he loved. He was used goods. He had been weak and foolish. Now he was Shikyuu's. The Dark Prince had claimed his prize. He had won, the alien had lost. Fiore felt his heart shattering. He refused to react to Shikyuu's touch. Instead, he finally let the tears he had hidden from the Dark Price flow.

 

Shikyuu heard Fiore whimper. It was a sad sound to hear. It meant the beautiful alien had finally broken. He gently wiped the tears away with a pale hand. He could hear the quiet lament of the crying alien. “I flailed you again. Forgive me...” Fiore actually thought he had given himself to the Dark Prince. In a way, Shikyuu was glad he didn't. Because it was going to be so much more pleasurable to take the alien now. He just didn't want to make love to a broken puppet. He wanted the fire that Fiore radiated.

 

That caused Shikyuu to tell Fiore the truth. That, and he knew he felt something more than lust for the man pinned under him. “As much as I'd have loved to, I didn't do anything last night.” He got the reaction he desired. The fire was back in Fiore's blue eyes and his body was now stiff under him. “But, I'm going to remedy that right now. You're mine, Fiore.” He pronounced.

 

“No I'm not! I belong only to the one I love!” Fiore spat back. He pushed Shikyuu away as hard as possible. The Dark Prince was caught by surprise. He hadn't expected his Fiore to fight him so much. He had assumed the alien had excepted that he would never find Mamoru. Unless... That had to be it. Fiore had already found the man he searched for. Fiore started to vanish in his fog of petals.

 

“You're mine. Not his.” Shikyuu regained his feet. It was too late. The alien man was gone. The Dark Prince cursed. This time he was going to follow Fiore. The alien was going to see his love. Shikyuu was going to follow. Fiore was his, and he was going to make the alien love him, even if it killed them both.

 

Fiore appeared before the door to Mamoru's room. He was glad that he missed the Queen of Crystal Tokyo. He could still smell her perfume in the hallway. His attention was more on the goings on of the inside of the room. He heard voices in there. He recognized Mamoru's immediately. He was unsure of the others. They were all male, and they obviously cared for Mamoru very much. He barged straight in without knocking. Mamoru was the only one in the room. Fiore could feel something odd coming from four rocks that sat beside Mamoru's bed. Seeing Mamoru made him feel Shikyuu's eyes again. He had betrayed Mamoru. The Dark Prince was right. Firoe belonged to him.

 

“Forgive me...” Fiore said, quietly. His voice cracked as he sobbed quietly. “Please forgive me.”

 

It was all that was needed. Mamoru crossed the room in a second to hold Fiore. “I forgive you.” he whispered. “I love you, and I'll never let you go.” Fiore's answer was cut off by a loving kiss that left him breathless.

 

The kiss was broken by a cold presence behind them. Fiore turned to growl at the figure. Shikyuu stood there, almost completely cloaked in shadows. His whole body spoke of a murderous rage. “Bold words from a little boy.“

 

“Who are you!” Mamoru demanded, before everything in the room seemed to shift.