RESCUE ME
A Sailor Moon Lemon

	NOTE: Although this is primarily a *story*, it does have hentai content.
Therefore, it is suitable for reading only by those 18 years of age and
older. If you are under 18, or this sort of thing is illegal in your area,
stop reading NOW.
	
PAST-IS-PROLOGUE: This story takes place in an alternate Sailor Moon
timeline where everyone kept their memories after the final battle with
Beryl. One night, Raye, jealous over Darien's love for Serena, asked the
Sacred Fire to show her the one who had been her love during the Silver
Millenium. That night, she encountered that lover--none other than the God
Mars, who had chosen her to be his priestess, champion and lover. They had
a brief rendevous before he had to return to the realm of the gods, but he
still speaks to her through her mind, acting as her spirit guide.

And a spirit guide is exactly what the Scouts are going to need, because
all hell is about to break loose. . .

by Sailor Mac
	"I know what we can do," said Serena as she flipped through the book
listing the karaoke song choices. "We can sing 'Wannabe' as the Spice
Girls. I can be Baby Spice, Lita can be Sporty Spice, Mina can be Sexy
Spice. . ."
	Raye looked up from her own song book and scowled. "If you ever say the
words 'Spice Girls' in my presence again, you will die. Slowly. And
painfully."
	The table at Java Jive, a coffeehouse which hosted a weekly all-ages
karaoke, was crowded. Besides the five Scouts, Darien, Andrew, Chad and
Molly were all in attendance. The girls had decided to all go up to sing as
a group-except for Raye.
	"Are you sure you don't want to come up with us?" said Lita. "It won't be
as much fun up there without you."
	"No, I'm going to do my own thing," she said, a funny, faraway look coming
into her eyes. "It's. . .something that I. . .really want to do."
	Darien noticed that faraway look. Raye had been acting very strange
lately. . .like she wasn't the girl he had gone out with anymore. She had
started going into funny "space-out" periods, like her eyes were staring
into another world. He knew she was a mystic, but still. . .
	He was interrupted in his thoughts by a poke in the ribs. "Hey! Aren't you
coming up to sing with us?" Serena said.
	"No thanks, Meatball Head. I don't think the management of this place
would appreciate me clearing out the joint." He looked at the pile of empty
cups in front of her. "Uh, Serena, how many mochaccinos have you had?"
	"This is my fourth one. But the night is young yet. Oh, look, they're
calling Andrew up to the stage!"
	Darien sent up a silent prayer that the Negaverse would not try anything
funny tonight so that the world would not have to be defended by a Sailor
Moon who was buzzed to the gills on caffeine.
	A roar went up from the Java Jive regulars as Andrew took the microphone.
He'd started to get a reputation for his Elvis impersonations. Tonight, he
was not going to disappoint. He'd chosen to sing "The Wonder of You," and
about a verse into the song, couples started to get up on the dance floor
in front of the stage, swaying to the music. "Wanna dance?" Darien asked
Serena.
	"Delighted," she replied in a grandiose, putting-on-airs voice.
	Raye watched them twirling around in each other's arms. She no longer felt
that sick jealousy in the pit of her stomach when seeing the two of them
together anymore. No, now she felt something different while watching them,
or any other loving couple. It was a longing for something altogether
different from ordinary man-woman love, an experience she'd only had for a
short time, the sweetest experience of her young life.
	She closed her eyes as the memories came flooding back-the powerful male
figure running his hands over her body, touching, caressing, exploring. His
lips burning on hers, his voice whispering words of love as his manhood
filled her. And when her fantasy caused her to emit a low whisper of, "Oh,
my Lord," it was no idle, Christian-style taking-God's-name-in-vain. For
the lover she was remembering was literally a god, the god Mars, who had
chosen her to be his priestess, lover and champion back in the Silver
Millennium.
	"Raye?" Mina was saying. "Are you okay?"
	"Andrew's done," Amy added. "They're calling you now."
	Burning with the fire of her love for him, she walked slowly through the
room toward the emcee. She'd chosen this song deliberately-it was the one
song in the world that expressed just how she felt about him.
	All eyes were on her-nobody could keep from staring. She was radiating a
strange, almost otherworldly magnetism.
	She didn't look at the words on the screen when they appeared in front of
her. She knew them by heart. And her eyes were staring somewhere else. . .
	"Life is a mystery
	Everyone must stand alone
	I hear you call my name
	And it feels like. . .home."
	Not even Madonna herself had ever sung that song with such fervor, such
passion. Raye strutted the stage as if she were in command of the world. As
she sang, "I'm down on my knees. . ." she flung herself to the floor, her
eyes following her hand as it stretched out to the ceiling. She closed her
eyes at several points, her face showing an ecstasy one usually sees on
paintings of the saints.
	It was the most electrifying performance ever seen on any karaoke stage.
Her audience was so caught up in it that when the song neared its end, they
clapped and sang along to the "choir" part-"Just like a prayer, I'll take
you there, it's like a dream to me. . ."
	Back at her "home" table, her fellow Scouts were cheering her
wildly-except for Serena, who stood transfixed to the spot, drinking in the
song.
	And Darien, standing beside her, knew that his suspicions were confirmed.
Some monumental, life-changing thing had happened to Raye.
* * *
	He wanted to pull her aside to talk to her about it as they left Java Jive
as a group, but  she seemed in a hurry to leave, practically dragging Chad
out of there along with her.
	As Darien headed for his car, a small figure sidled up beside him. She
threw her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Guess what? I
told my mother that I was staying at Lita's tonight."
	Ordinarily, those words would ignite an immediate fire in his blood. But
tonight, he felt a resistance. It wasn't just his concern over Raye. He'd
felt a foreboding in the air the past few days, as if something bad was
going to happen. And he'd been plagued by nightmares, nightmares of
something evil reaching out of an endless void to claim. . .
	"Darien? Is anything wrong?" Oh no, she thought, not again! He's still
hurting because of what Beryl did to him! I didn't heal him after all!
	"Wrong?" He turned and looked at the girl standing next to him, the pure
love shining from her eyes. That look of hers would melt an iceberg.
	Maybe, he thought, holding her in my arms all night is just what the
doctor ordered for me. Maybe I can escape these feelings of darkness. .
.just for a little while.
	He gathered her into his arms. "Of course nothing's wrong. I'm just a
little out of it. Hop in the car."
	"Oh, Darien!" She kissed him. "I have a wonderful surprise planned for
you. . ." She held up her backpack, which looked stuffed to the bursting
point.
	Suddenly, he felt the familiar warmth coursing through his veins, his
heartbeat start to accelerate. Nightmares and feelings of doom were far,
far away.
	"I can't wait to see what it is," he said.
* * *
	"Why did you go flying out of there like a bat out of hell?" said Chad.
"You've been acting very strange tonight, Raye."
	Raye hugged herself against the cold as they mounted the steps of the
temple. "Look, Chad, I just want some time to myself in front of the fire
right now."
	"Again? You spend so much time in front of that fire that it's a wonder
your eyelashes aren't singed off."
	"Please, Chad, I. . ." Suddenly, she stopped stock still, and became
deathly pale.
	"Raye?" he said. And then, he screamed her name when she collapsed to the
ground.
* * *
	"AAAAUUUGGHHH! I hate eyeliner! What kind of idiot would invent something
so stupid?" Serena wet a piece of toilet paper and wiped away her third
attempt to put on her eye makeup. Why didn't it come out as nice as itdid
when Mina showed her how to put it on? Mumbling under her breath, she
picked up the eyeshadow and began to apply the color all over again.
	She didn't realize it, but the figure reflected in Darien's bathroom
mirrors didn't really need the makeup-it was just gilding the lily. In her
fancy, lacy nightgown, with her hair taken out of its "meatballs" and
brushed out flat and straight, she was absolutely stunning.
	Finally, she managed to get her eyes looking presentable, and she put on
blush and lipstick. A quick glance at her watch on the sink told her that
she'd been in the bathroom for half an hour. Well, all the self-help books
said that it was a good thing to keep a man waiting. . .
	Darien was sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, sifting through
his CDs, more to keep his mind from wandering back to the "gathering gloom"
than to find the perfect accompaniment to an evening of romance. When he
heard the bathroom door open and close, he turned toward the sound-and was
breathlessly stunned by the ethereal vision in front of him.
	Oh, Serena. Oh, how beautiful you are. Just looking at you makes my heart
ache. . .
	"Surprise," she said, stepping further into the living room and doing a
little pirouette. "Like what you see?"
	"Oh, baby!" He leapt to his feet and gathered her in his arms. They just
stood there for a moment that seemed suspended in time, reveling in each
other's body heat, the sound of their breathing, the thrum of their
heartbeats. He buried his face in her long, long hair and inhaled its
scent. No exotic perfumes could be as intoxicating, as erotic, as the scent
of her coconut shampoo.
	He finally let go of her with a teasing smile. "Wait right there," he
said. He went to the hall closet and came back with his camera, a
professional model Olympus. Returning to the stereo, he put on the local
dance station. "Want to model for me?"
	"Would I!" She leapt up on the couch and began striking seductive poses
copied from what she'd seen in fashion magazines. He knelt on the floor and
began clicking picture after picture of her, keeping up a steady stream of
photographer-style patter. "That's it, Serena, work with me, show a little
more leg, that's it, now give me a big smile. . ." She laughed and tossed
her hair back, reveling both in the attention from her man and the fantasy
of being a glamorous, adored supermodel. She leapt up from the couch and
moved over to the lounge chair, and he followed. She leaned against the
windowsill, draped herself across the coffee table, rolled over on her back
on the floor, laughing all the while as he continued to shoot her.
	She ended up on her knees on the floor with her back to him, looking over
her shoulder. He knelt behind her, firing off the last shots on his roll.
Then, he put the camera aside, put his arms around her waist, and drew her
to him. He lay back, pulling her with him.
	His hands moved up and down the lace and satin-covered length of her,
feeling her long, shapely legs, her gently flaring hips, her slightly
rounded stomach. Oh Gods, Serena, he thought, you feel so good. Your skin
is so warm, so soft, so sweet. And this nightgown only makes it more
alluring. Satin on top of satin. . .We are meant to be together, my love.
I'll protect you from the demons without, you'll protect me from the demons
within. . .
	As his hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts through the fabric, a long,
low moan escaped her. She turned her head so she could bring her lips to
his. Softly, they met, moving and shaping to accommodate each other. He
felt himself flooded with a great thirst, a thirst that would only be
quenched by drinking in the sweetness between her thighs.
	Gently, he pushed her upward. She knew what the gesture meant. She got to
her feet, and he followed. They paused for a second, their mouths caressing
each other, before walking hand-in-hand toward the bedroom.
* * *
	Chad had picked Raye up and ran with her into the temple. Depositing her
on the bench in front of the sacred fire where she spent so much time, he
kneaded her hands and gently slapped her face,trying to revive her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she came to.
	"What's wrong, Raye?" he said. "Are you all right?"
	Her eyes were filled with a dark, haunted look. She paused, momentarily.
Then, she spoke.
	"Something's coming," she said. "It's dark. And it wants Serena."
* * *
	He'd burned his fingers in his eagerness to get the candles on the bureau
lit. She'd put them in her mouth to "make it all better," which only
increased his ardor. He quickly shed his shirt and pants, feeling like a
snake shedding an outgrown, unwanted skin. She moved back to the bed and
draped herself across it, feasting her eyes on his unclothed beauty,
reveling in the knowledge that all of this belonged to her. She ran her
tongue along her lips-she had another surprise planned for him.
	He lay next to her, pulling her head to his, feasting on that delicate
little rosebud mouth. Her hands moved down his back, slipping under the
waistband of his shorts. She grasped his buttocks, squeezing and stroking
them, answering his moan with a little purring sound. The underwear was
soon removed and flung clear across the room. She could feel his hardened
manhood pressing against her satin-covered body, and resisted the urge to
remove the nightgown and send it sailing as well. He may have other plans
for taking it off, she thought. . .
	Sure enough, he did. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he slipped one strap down
her arm until her breast was bared. She wriggled, thrusting her bosom
towards him, trying to get him to kiss, stroke, suck. But he did no such
thing until he had bared the second breast in the same fashion. Only then
did he bury his face in the middle of her breasts, moaning, inhaling her
scent as his fingers caressed the pink around her nipples. Groaning his
name, she pushed his head toward where she wanted it, and he drew a
hardened tip into his mouth, his tongue stroking as his lips gently tugged.
Waves of heat pulsed from her breasts down to her liquid center, and her
hips moved to the rhythm of his sucking. He lifted his head only long
enough to whisper, "You like that, honey?"
	"Gods. . ." she groaned.
	He moved his mouth to the other breast and repeated the process. Her
senses were reeling, her mouth wide open, her breath coming in gasps and
pants. Somehow, she managed to retain enough of a grip on reality to be
able to heed the voice which whispered in the back of her mind, "Serena. .
.it's time."
	She rolled them over so that she was on top. Sitting up, she wriggled out
of the nightgown and let it drop to the floor. Then, she headed straight
for her goal, ready to do something she had not done up to this point,
something she felt more than ready for now.
	But as soon as her mouth was wrapped around his manhood, her plan went
awry. She had put it in too far, too fast. She fell back onto the bed,
gagging and choking, and then she burst into tears.
	"Hey!" he said, moving down to the edge of the bed and gathering her into
his arms. "What's wrong, honey? Don't cry."
	"Oh, Darien," she sobbed, "I wanted it to be perfect for you! I wanted to
please you like I never have before! And instead, I screwed it up!"
	He rocked her and stroked her hair."Baby, baby, there's no way that you
could *not* please me. You don't have to do fancy tricks to turn me on.
Just being you is enough."
	"But. . .but you've done that to me so much, and I haven't done anything
in return. . ."
	"I've done it to you so much because I enjoy it. You are absolutely
luscious, do you know that? Here. . ." He slid two fingers deep inside her,
making her groan and thrust against his hand, wanting more. But he withdrew
the fingers, coated with her wetness, and put them in her mouth. "Taste
yourself."
	She sucked eagerly on his fingers, finding the taste incredibly erotic.
When he took them out, she sighed, "Oh, Gods, now I want to taste *you*
more than ever."
	"Here." He sat on the edge of the bed. "Kneel on the floor in front of
me." She complied. "Now take it in your hand-that's right-and very slowly
slide a little bit into your mouth. Little by little. Yes. . .mmmm, that
feels good. Now suck it gently-don't try to be a vacuum cleaner-and move
your head up and down. Just do what you're comfortable with, don't. .
.oohhhh."
	Contrary to what her teachers and Luna thought, Serena could pick
something up pretty fast if she wanted to. And she took to this like a duck
to water. If Luna could see her now, she'd say, "Oh, if only you'd put this
much enthusiasm into learning how to fight. . ."
	Serena was moving faster and faster, growing bolder, more confident. She
even was starting to bring her tongue into play. Darien could do nothing
but tangle his fingers in her massive waterfall of golden hair, lean back
and moan his pleasure as she electrified him. He'd fantasized about her
doing this many, many times-but the fantasy was no match for the crazy,
wild wonder of the reality.
	He could have lost himself entirely in her sweet, hot mouth, pouring his
love down her throat like honey. But he didn't want to do that to her this
first time-he didn't know how she'd react-and besides, he wanted to share
the moment of beautiful oblivion with her. He lifted up gently on the sides
of her head. Her eyes met his with a "did I do something wrong?' look.
	"You are absolutely wonderful," he said. "But I want to come inside you,
and I want you to come with me. Want to put the rubber on me?"
	She reached into the nighttable drawer; retrieved her prize. Once it was
unrolled in her hand, she got a wicked smile on her face. She popped it in
her mouth and then took him back in. A lot of lip and tongue wriggling
followed as she unsuccessfully tried to put the rubber on orally, and he
bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from flying over the edge.
Finally, she gave up, took the rubber out of her mouth, and rolled it on
with her fingers. She climbed back onto the bed, and he sat up and
positioned her so that she was straddling him.
	"Now, you little minx," he whispered, "it's payback time!" He guided her
hips as he thrust upward into her. She moaned, her moans growing louder the
deeper he sunk into her. She took up his rhythm and was soon pumping hard
and fast, hearing the blood roaring in her ears as her heartbeat sped up
more and more, leaning over to lick his chest, tasting the saltiness of his
sweat. He wedged a finger down to where she was loving him and found her
hot, swollen nub, and she let out a cry. He caressed it to the rhythm of
her thrusting as she flung her arms around his neck, her lips seeking out
his, and she shrieked her orgasm into his mouth.
	"Think you can handle more?" he said.
	"Oh, gods, I don't know. . ."
	"Come on, we're going to go for it together. Stay with me, baby. Stay with
me." And he was pushing deeply inside her again and circling her clit and
the second orgasm she didn't know she was cable of having was upon her all
at once, and he yelled her name as he emptied himself.
	They remained snuggled together in a tight ball afterwards. She drifted
off into a blissful sleep, emitting a soft, little catlike purr.
	Sleep, my love, he thought, pulling the covers over both of them. And I
will join you there, and not be afraid of what awaits me on the other side.
* * *
	Raye stared into the fire, but her mind couldn't, wouldn't focus. She felt
shaky and sick. The evil was so close now, so close. . .She wanted to leap
up and get her wand and communicator, to summon the others and transform,
but she felt as if something was rooting her to the spot.
	Oh Gods, she thought, please let them be together right now. Please don't
let Serena be alone when the evil hits. . .
	Then an agony ripped through her, and she screamed.
* * *
	Serena was jolted out of her sleep by what felt like the whole room
shaking. She sat up straight, clutching the covers to her breasts as if the
whole world was looking at her. Nervously, her eyes scanned the room. What
was that peculiar light at the window? As if in a trance, she got out of
bed and started moving slowly toward it.  . .
	Then, there was a rumbling and a tremendous howl of wind. The windowpanes
shook, things fell off the bureau and broke, the closet door burst open. If
the candles on the bureau had not burned out, the whole room would have
been in flames.
	Darien leapt from the bed. "Serena!" He saw her standing by the window,
trembling, the room flooded with an unearthly light. . .
	She seemed hypnotized by what was outside. Then, something within her
became aware of his presence, and she was able to break out of the spell
and run to him. Flinging herself into his arms, she sobbed, "Don't let them
get me, Darien! Don't let them get me!"
	Then, the shaking stopped, the eerie light went away, and the girl in his
arms fainted.
* * *
	Raye felt her strength returning to her, the sickness going away. She was
flooded with relief. The evil was gone. . .for now.
	She had sensed something else. . .something strange. She thought she had
heard/felt Serena cry out for help, and her cry being answered.
	I must talk to her in the morning, Raye thought. Slowly, she got up and
made her way to her bedroom, fell upon the bed, and lost consciousness
without even taking her clothes off.
* * *
	Darien awoke in the morning from the fitful, uneasy sleep he had drifted
in and out of ever since the incident. He sought Serena in the bed next to
him; when he did not find her, he feared the worst. Throwing on a bathrobe,
he ran into the living room.
	There was a sound in the kitchen. He looked in the doorway-and saw her
standing at the stove, wearing his shirt over her naked body, happily
making French toast.
	"Good morning, Muffin!" she chirped. "Did you sleep well?"
	He flew to her and embraced her, holding on to her like he was afraid she
was going to dissolve into thin air at any second. "Hey, hey!" she said.
"I'm hot for you too, baby. But let's eat first. It will give us more
energy so we can go at it longer!"
	Slowly, he put his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up so she
was looking in his eyes. "Serena. . .you don't remember?"
	"How could I forget? That was the best night we ever had!"
	"But. . .you don't remember the strange lights? The shaking room? And you
were screaming 'Don't let them get me'. . ."
	She pulled his head to her bosom. "My poor Muffin, you're having
nightmares again. Don't worry. Beryl is long dead. . .she'll never be able
to hurt you again."
	He hugged her closer as confusion gripped him. Did the incident really
happen last night? Or was it just a particularly vivid nightmare?