SOMETHING WILD
A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman

By Sailor Mac
	"Ooh. . .what a fabulous party!"
	Serena bounced around to the techno-dance music being spun by the DJ at
the fraternity house. Darien and Andrew were both being "rushed" by Kappa
Delta Gamma, and although Darien had said he wasn't really interested in
joining, he still accepted their invitation to come to one of their
parties.
	"It's a bit overcrowded in here, though," Darien said, looking around at
the people packed in wall-to-wall. We're going to have one heck of a time
getting to the buffet, he thought. Which is Not A Good Thing. Hungry Serena
equals cranky Serena. . .
	"It's not too crowded. That's what makes it fun!" And she promptly
proceded to bump into another dancer, almost knocking him head over heels.
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
	"Hey, a cutie like you can bump into me any time!"
	Serena giggled at the compliment. "Arigato!"
	"Hey, Chiba. . .this your girlfriend?"
	Darien put his hands on her shoulders. "Yes. . .yes, she is. Serena, this
is Brent, Brent, Serena."
	"Hi!"
	The boy reached over and shook Darien's hand. "You are one lucky dude, my man."
	"Thanks. . .she's a special young lady."
	He'd been noticing guys giving Serena the eye all night. She could have
any man in this room, any man in the world, he thought. And she loves *me.*
	One lucky dude is right.
	The DJ began to spin "Zoot Suit Riot" by Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and
Serena let out a squeal. "Oh, Darien, we have to dance to this!"
	"I don't know, Meatball Head. . .I don't think I've ever tried swing
dancing before."
	"Awww, c'mon!" She pulled him into an embrace. It was quickly obvious that
she didn't know much about swing dancing either. . .she was imitating what
she'd seen on TV. He followed her lead, and soon they were swinging with
enthusiasm, if not finesse. Toward the end of the song, he even picked her
up and tossed her in the air . . .much to the delight of onlookers.
	When it was over, they embraced and kissed, and some of the people around
them were even applauding! She began to fan herself. "I'm hot. . .I need
something to drink. . ."
	"Now, Serena, you remember what happened at Mr. Edwards' party."
	"Oh, don't worry, I've learned my lesson. . .don't drink the punch!"
	He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "While you're getting your soda, I'm
going to try to fight my way to a restroom." He smiled. "Don't run off with
anyone else."
	"You have nothing to worry about, my darling."
	When he had gone, she made her way over to a table where various drinks
were laid out. She avoided the big bowl of red punch and the massive beer
keg. She was about to reach for a can of plain coke, when a pitcher of
something else caught her eye. . .
	What's this? she thought. Chocolate milk? At a frat party?
	She poured some into a glass and took a sip. Hmm, it was chocolate milk
with some kind of coffee flavoring added, it seemed. And it was *good.* She
gulped it down and poured another. Maybe this is something like a Starbucks
Frappacino, she thought as she took a big swallow. Mmm. . .whatever it is,
it's *delicious.*
	After her third glass, she felt herself swaying a bit, catching the edge
of the table. Oooh, that's funny, she thought, I'm feeling a bit dizzy. .
.must be from the smoke and the heat in this place. . .
	With that, she poured herself yet another.
	Meanwhile, Darien was feeling like a salmon fighting its way upstream
trying to get to the bathroom and back. He had to elbow his way through
such teeming masses of humanity that it reminded him of bees in a hive, and
on the return trip, the crowd only seemed to have gotten thicker.
	Halfway through the mess, Brent came up to him. "Man, Chiba, you're
luckier than I thought! That is one *wild* chick you've got there!"
	"Wild? Nani?"
	"She's knocking back mudslides like nobody's business! She's almost drank
the entire pitcher!"
	"MUDSLIDES?" He pushed Brent aside and flung himself at the crowd in front
of him like a linebacker. Oh, Gods, he thought, I've got half a mind to
transform into Tuxedo Mask so I can get to her before. . .
	When he reached the main room, he saw Serena dancing around and singing at
the top of her lungs. She abruptly stopped, pointed at someone across the
room, laughed hysterically, and yelled to everyone and no one, "Hey! Look
at that guy! He's got ears just like an elephant!" She then proceeded to
jump up on a chair to dance, shouting, "Woo hoo! I'm finally tall!"
	She's trashed, he thought. Completely looped. Worse than she was at the
other two parties. . .
	"Hey! Deejay!" she shouted. "More swing! I wanna dance!" And she attempted
a few clumsy steps and tumbled from the chair. Darien caught her before she
hit the floor.
	"Muffin!" she shouted, and crushed her mouth against his for a long, long
kiss. Oh, he could taste mudslides on her mouth, all right, and plenty of
them. . .
	When the kiss finally broke, she announced to the two girls closest to
them, "This is my sweet Muffin. Wanna know why I call him Muffin? Because
he's so good to eat!"
	The girls giggled. Darien blushed.
	"Come on, Meatball Head. . .we're going home." He started to carry her
through the throng, which parted to let him pass like the Red Sea parting
for Moses. He felt her grasp start to slip from his neck. . .
	"Don't let go of me, now."
	She replied "I'll never let go, Jack! I'll never let go!" in a voice that
was supposed to sound like Kate Winslet. . .but was actually a lot closer
to William Shatner.
	It seemed like forever before he got her into the car. She giggled all the
way, and when he set her on the seat, she bounced up and down like a child,
saying, "Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy!" When he got in next to her, she leaned
over and put her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply again, her hand
reaching down to rub his manhood through his pants. . .
	"Hey, Darien," she purred between kisses, "let's do it right here."
	"Oh, no, you don't. . ." but he couldn't deny the hot desire that was
starting to flood his body. . .
	I can't take advantage of her, he thought. I have to get her home. . .
	"Yes. . .I want to. . ."
	"No, love. . .not here, not in the parking lot. . .come on, I'm going to
get you home and into bed. . ."
	"Bed? Oooh, I like that idea!"
	He gunned the engine and pulled out quickly, driving faster than was his
usual habit. . .especially since Serena's hand was reaching below his
waistband again. . .And the next sound in the car was the sound of his
zipper.
	"Serena! What are you. . .ohh. . ."
	She was dropping to her knees on the car floor, her hand reaching inside
his pants, finding him, pulling him out. . .
	And Gods help me, he thought, but. . .I want this. It's turning me on. . .
	They were driving down the beach road, a stretch of road that was totally
deserted at that time of night. . .He pulled the car into a parking space
and cut the motor.
	Then, her mouth was enveloping him, and he was letting out a long, low
groan, his hands playing over her hair, unfastening her "meatballs,"
tangling in the long, long strands. . .He let his head fall back, closing
his eyes as he felt the gently suction, the soft, hot wetness. . .Warm
pleasure flooded his entire body, and he felt totally relaxed. . .
	"Serena. . .ohh, Serena. . .keep going. . .ohh, yes. . .that feels sooo
good. . ."
	She took it out of her mouth and rained kisses all along the shaft,
teasing the head with her tongue. . .
	Then, she whispered, "Let's go outside."
	"Nani? Serena. . .we can't!"
	She gave a drunken giggle. "I need more room to work."
	He glanced up and down the road. . .no other cars. And no houses on this
part of the road. . .
	Oh well, he thought, if someone *does* happen to come around. . .we'll
give them something to remember.
	He opened the door, got out, and sat on the hood of the sportscar. And she
was getting out of the car herself, taking off her blouse and bra. . .
	Serena bent over, supporting herself with her hands on the car hood, and
took him into her mouth again. Darien luxuriated in the sensations, moaning
as she slid him in and out, in and out. . .
	When she took her mouth away, she grasped her breasts in her hands, leaned
over, and began rubbing first one, then theother along his shaft.
"Oohhh!!! he cried. "Ooohhh, Serena. . .ohhh. . .oh GODS. . ."
	"Do you want to come, Muffin?"
	"Yes . . .oh, yes. . .make me come, baby. . ."
	She took a big lock of her hair in her hand and began to wrap it around
and around his manhood. She paused for a second, her hand cupping and
gently massaging the sac beneath, exciting him all the more. . .
	Then, she pulled her hair away, and he felt silk slipping and sliding all
along him, and he let out a yell as the explosion of passion came, as he
released himself.
	He fell back onto the car hood, panting. "Ohh. . .baby. . .that was so
good. . ."
	The next thing he heard was the sound of her humming a sultry tune. He
raised his head to see her dancing to her own humming, raising her arms and
rolling her hips, slow and erotic. . .It was an incredibly sensual sight,
her beautiful breasts bathed in silvery moonlight, while she was still
clothed from the waist down. . .
	She rectified that very quickly. While still dancing, she unzipped her
skirt and let it fall, then slowly peeled down her panties. She put a foot
on the hood of the car and leaned in that direction, opening the petals of
her womanhood to his gaze. . .
	"Minx," he murmured. And he sat up, holding his arms open to her, parting
his lips for her kiss. . .Her mouth claimed his, long and spicy, her tongue
fluttering against his. His hands came up to her breasts, stroking the
nipples, gently pinching them. . .
	"Darien," she moaned when his mouth came away from hers. "Oohh. . .please.
. .I want your mouth on me. . ."
	He knew she didn't mean on her arm. He stood up and eased her into a
sitting position on the car hood, her legs open. Gazing at her perfection,
he quickly stripped off his shirt and bent over to lightly kiss her lips,
then drew a nipple into his mouth. She groaned as his tongue began to lash
at the bud between sucks. . .He moved his mouth to the second and did it
again, his blood running hot when he felt it harden under his tongue.
	"More. . .more. . .lower. . ."
	He dropped to his knees, and she felt his tongue start to stroke her
petals slowly, slowly, *too* slowly. . .
	"Ohh. . .Darien. . .ohhh. . .faster. . .more. . .more pleasure.. . ."
	He thurst his tongue deeply into her entrance, and she shrieked. He felt
her entire body writhe beneath him as he licked in and out, kissing the
petals, nibbling at them, then putting his tongue into her again. . .
	"Oh baby. . .ohh yes. . .ohh Gods. . .like that. . ." She panted as his
hands reached up to caress her nipples as his tongue teased and played with
her, flicking in and out of her entrance, tickling her jewel, then going
back inside her again. . .Finally, he moved up to her pearl entirely, and
started to gently suck it. "AAAAAHHH!!!!" she screamed as rivers of heat
coursed through her, as her entire body convulsed with ecstasy.
	He knew he was hard as a rock again, and he wanted to be inside her, oh,
how he wanted to be inside her. . .He reached in his pocket and drew out
his wallet with trembling hands, feeling for the condom he kept there, his
eyes scanning the road for oncoming traffic. . .but even if he'd seen some,
he only would have ducked into the back seat with her. There was no way
they were stopping now.
	Darien shed his pants and underwear and prepared himself. Oh, Gods, he
thought, how are we going to do this. . .the hood of a car isn't nice and
soft and yielding like a bed. . .
	Serena solved the problem for him. She slid off the hood and stood up,
turning around and leaning over with her hands on the car. He got behind
her, his hands reaching under her body to caress her breasts. . .
	"Tell me when I've hit pay dirt," he whispered in her ear as his tongue
flicked in and out of the tiny hole. And he pushed into her, slowly,
carefully, waiting for the moan that would let him know he'd found her
G-spot. . .
	"OOH!! Darien. . .yes. . .THERE!" And he began to thrust in and out of
her, short, rapid thrusts meant to tickle and tease her "magic button." She
moaned his name, tossing her golden hair about, feeling the liquid fire
build and build and build within her. His fingers stroked her nipples,
circling them, rubbing, squeezing, only adding fuel to the fire. . .He let
out long, low groans as he felt himself surrounded by hot, wet softness
which was stroking, stroking, stroking his manhood, making his heart pound,
his skin flush and sweat, as electric sensations coursed through his
bloodstream. . .
	And then he felt her tug at him, and she was shrieking as the heat in her
erupted, as she ejaculated, as she trembled from head to toe. He felt
himself being pulled over the edge with her, and he yelled her name as he
peaked, as he was consumed by sweet blazes.
	She sagged down on to the car hood, and he went with her, still holding
onto her. They stayed that way as their ragged breathing smoothed out, as
reality faded back into view.. .
	He kissed her and whispered, "I love you, sweetheart."
	"I love you, too."
	"Now, let's get dressed. . .I have to get you home."
	He helped her back on with her clothes, then put on his own. They shared a
couple of lingering kisses, then got back into the car and took off for his
apartment.
	What a sweet, hot wild moment, he thought, looking over at his minx, who
had fallen asleep. Unfortunately, tomorrow morning is *not* going to be
sweet. . .
* * *
	When they got back to his apartment, he made her drink four glasses of
water, one after the other, despite her protests. Then, he helped her
undress and put her into his bed, then crawled in beside her.
	Around 4 a.m., she was violently ill.
	He found her lying on the bathroom floor, crying, having just been sick to
her stomach. Gently, he helped her get cleaned up, soothed her, kissed her
forehead and stroked her hair. He gave her a few more glasses of water, and
put her back to bed again.
	Several hours later, she awoke moaning. "My head. . .oh, my head. . ."
	He brought her a couple of Advil and more water. "Come into the kitchen. .
.I'll make tea."
	As she sipped the brew, she sighed. "I thought I was being smart, not
drinking the punch. . .how was I to know the chocolate milk was spiked?"
	"Honey, that wasn't chocolate milk. It was a pitcher of mudslides. When
you're at a frat party. . .unless it's in a sealed can labeled "Coke" or
"Sprite" or something like that, chances are. . .it's filled with alcohol."
	"I am *never* going to another party again. It seems that every time I go
to a fancy party, I end up drunk. . ."
	"You weren't drunk the night of the formal dance. And at Mr. Edwards'
party, and the Princess D ball, you weren't *that* drunk. . .just a little
tipsy."
	She smiled and took his hand. "I remember the Princess D ball. . .our
first kiss in this lifetime."
	"I still think of it as one of the most wonderful moments of my life."
	"Me too, darling. . .me too."
	"Thanks for taking care of me when I was drunk and sick, Darien. You're so
good to me. . ."
	"I'm good to you because I love you."
	"I love you, too."
	She raised her teacup. "A toast. . .to *safe* drinking!"
	"To safe drinking!" He clinked his cup against hers.
	But thinking of the previous night, he thought. . .sometimes a little
danger can be a very good thing. . .


AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thanks, as always, to my friends in Lemon Tree and to
Artemis and Luna. . .

Yes, I admit this story is set in a very NA, DiC-based universe. I've heard
that Japanese fraternity life is *not* like "Animal House," and I doubt
that contemporary Japanese youths listen to swing and drink mudslides.

Standard Sailor Moon disclaimers apply. These characters ain't mine, I'm
just borrowing them for a little while.