Title: The Gathering
Author: Pluto-kun
Part:1/1
Warnings: PWP, Lemon, possible squick, FF, leather, hint of hetero, voyeurism
Disclaimer: I don't own much, these characters included.  Not making money on 'em, either.
Summary: Sailor Pluto attends a private party
Pairing: Ranma/Mamoru, + surprise pairing

Please, please, PLEASE! C&C  This is my first attempt at erotica of any kind, so I'd like comments and critiques to improve.

The Gathering

Lady Persephone waited patiently under the giant oak tree in the palace garden.  It had been one year.  One year of intense study and training; working for twenty hours at a time with little to break them besides the monthly meetings with Her Majesty.  One whole year and she had done it.  Just this morning she had taken her mantle and sworn her oath.  She was now the Guardian of Time and Protector of the newly created Time Gates.

She shuddered to consider the amount of magic that the queen channeled to create her power.  The queen had made her nearly immortal in order for her to protect the Gates of Time for eternity.

Sighing, she tried to forget about the task that loomed ahead of her.  Tonight she was supposed to have fun.  She pulled out the card she had found in her quarters when she had returned from the ceremony.  It was an invitation to a private party to celebrate her new job.  The invitation was unsigned but said that someone would meet her under the oak tree at midnight to escort her to the party.

It was just about midnight when Persephone heard someone clear their throat behind her.  She spun around and saw a figure in the shadows.  The figure was definitely a woman, for she was dressed as one of the eight guardians of the realm.  She had long hair, but was unrecognizable within the deep shadow.

"Eris? Is that you?" Persephone asked.  They stood in silence as she tried in vain to determine who the shadowy figure was.  Finally, in exasperation, she blurted out, "Who are you?"

The figure stepped forward into the light reflected from the Earth hung in the night sky.  She wore a black-skirted leotard with deep red bows on her chest and back and had long green hair. She also wore a wide grin on her face.

"You're me!" Persephone gasped as she gawked at Sailor Pluto.

"You are correct," Pluto replied, continuing to grin.

"But why are you... I mean I...  WHAT are you doing here?"

"I'm here to escort you to your party."

"But how..."

"With this," Pluto interrupted the question.  She held out her hand and instantly a key shaped staff appeared in her hand.

"What..."

"This is the Staff of Time, the key to the Gates of Time.  With it we are able to travel through time.  One of your first tasks will be to forge this artifact.  Come.  We'll be late otherwise."

"If you can travel through time, then no matter when we leave, we'll still arrive when you want us to," Persephone retorted.

"Right you are," Pluto responded.  She reached out and grasped Persephone's shoulder and they were gone from the garden.

The pair reappeared in a closet of sorts.  It housed a giant collection of clothes and costumes.  As soon as they arrived, Pluto moved to a rack and selected something for Persephone.  The outfit was a pair of black slacks and a deep red blouse that matched the uniform Pluto wore.

"Here.  You'll be much more comfortable in this."  Persephone began to change as Pluto explained a few things.

"This party is to celebrate the acceptance of your duty.  You have finished a lot of hard work and this is your reward.  The party is being thrown by us, which is to say, all in attendance are actually you at different points throughout our life.

"We are outside the time stream so that there will be no interruptions.  You will receive very little information on what is to come, for our own protection and because this is supposed to be a place to relax and forget about our duty for a while.  That, I believe, should answer all your questions.  You may refer to me as Eldest, for I am the eldest Pluto in attendance. Come, the party has already begun."

Eldest detransformed and walked to the only door within the room.  Persephone followed.  The door opened into a nicely furnished room with several couches, a black screen along one wall and a large buffet along another.  There were about fifty or so Plutos gathered here, all dressed semi-casually.  They were all in small groups conversing.

Eldest led Persephone to the buffet and loaded a plate of hors d'oeuvres for her.

"Just mingle and remember to have fun," Eldest advised as she also took some food and moved off to talk to some others.

Persephone wandered around for a while until she came upon a group of four Plutos discussing philosophy.

"Mind if I join you," she interrupted.

"Not at all," one of them replied.

They had a rousing discussion of the nature and meaning of justice.  Persephone found herself wondering if her views really would change all that much over the years or if the other Plutos were taking different views for the sake of argument.  After about an hour of discussion, Eldest got everyone's attention.

"It is now time for the main event."  All conversation died out and everyone found comfortable places to sit facing the black screen.  The black screen soon lit up showing a scene of some strange metal vehicle with a tall man and a red-haired woman within.  The view stopped in front of a building of some sort.  The vehicle came to a stop and the man got out ...

**********

"Dinner was wonderful, Mamo-chan," Ranma gushed as Mamoru helped her out of his car.

"I thought you might like an all-you-can-eat sushi bar," he chuckled as he took a good look at her.

Ranma was dressed in a skin-tight sleeveless Chinese-style dress with a high neck and a split side.  The dress was black silk with gold and red dragons embroidered along the side split and neck. This highlighted her unbound hair well.  She wore very little makeup, as she really didn't need it.  The only accessories she wore were a gold dragon pendant and gold hoop earrings.

She also carried a single red rose that Mamoru had given her at the beginning of the evening.  Ranma lifted the rose to her face and inhaled the beautiful scent.  Looking up into his face, she took a good look at her date.  Mamoru was dressed in a black tuxedo with a red rose boutonniere and a mischievous smile on his face.  Ranma returned that smile.

"I also enjoyed the concert," Ranma replied.  "Especially the violinist.  What was her name again?"

"Michiru Kaiou," Mamoru answered.

"Yes. She was excellent.  I wish I could play as well as her."

"Well, for one," Mamoru supplied, "you'd have to learn how to play first."

"That's true," Ranma chuckled.  "I had a wonderful evening," she said as she moved in for a kiss.  It was brief and after, she cooed seductively,  "If only there was some way for me to truly thank you."

Mamoru kissed her again and replied, "Why don't we go up to my apartment and discuss that."

Ranma's smile grew wider.  "Yes. Lets."

Mamoru held his arm for her and they entered the apartment building.  When they reached his door, he unlocked it and held it open for Ranma.  Once inside, Mamoru swept Ranma into his arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

"You wanted to thank me?" he breathed hotly.

"Yes," Ranma grinned impishly, "but first let me go change first.  You sit there and don't move until I get back," she commanded with a smile.  She pushed him onto the couch and walked seductively into the bathroom.

********

"What are we watching?" Persephone blurted out.  That outburst was met with giggles from many present.

********

After a few minutes, a now male Ranma walked out of the bathroom dressed in tight black leather pants and a black muscle-shirt.  He had rebraided his hair, but left the earrings in.  He was also no longer smiling.

"I wish we could go out like this; as we truly are.  I hate having to hide myself behind my curse. I don't really mind my girl side, but it isn't me."

Mamoru moved to him and wrapped him in a loving embrace.

"I know, but besides gay bars, we would stick out like sore thumbs.  We both have semi-public lives and our relationship would hurt them greatly.  You know I'm not ashamed of you or what we have, but we agreed that this is for the best, remember?"

"I know," Ranma whispered wistfully.

Mamoru leaned down and kissed the top of his head to try and comfort him.

Ranma sighed. "What would I do without my masked hero to cheer me up?"

"I don't know, but I don't want to think about what I'd do without my warrior to keep me going," Mamoru replied with a hint of a smirk in his voice.

At that, Ranma just chuckled.

"Say," Mamoru added with a gleam in his eye, "didn't you come out here to properly `thank me' for this evening?"

"Mamo-kun!" Ranma gasped as he pulled out of the embrace. "Can't you keep your mind out of the gutter?" he replied in mock shock and anger.

"Not with such a sexy man clinging to me," Mamoru replied with a wide grin.

Ranma returned the grin and gave him a shove.  Mamoru fell back onto the couch and before he knew what was going on, Ranma jumped his bones, literally.

"OOF! You know, I'm a little more fragile than, say, Ryoga!" he gasped as he felt hands running through his hair and kiss on his neck.  He didn't notice a thing when, using his advanced speed, Ranma stripped him down to his silk, rose print boxer shorts.

He did notice when the rough cotton of the muscle shirt started rubbing into his chest as Ranma roamed, placing kiss after kiss on his neck and nibbling on his earlobes.  All of the rubbing was causing interesting feelings to stem from his nipples.

"Oh Ranma-kun," Mamoru moaned.

Ranma trailed kisses up the nape of his neck over his smooth shaved chin and onto his sensuous lips.  Ranma pressed his tongue into Mamoru's mouth and kissed him so deeply, that Mamoru was panting for breath when they stopped.  The breathing intensified as Ranma's hands roamed down across his chest and body, tweaking his nipples and stroking his thigh.

"Stop! Too fast!" Mamoru gasped as he felt himself slipping uncomfortably close to climax.

"What ever you say, Mamo-kun," Ranma smiled as he picked up the tall man in his arms and carried him to the bedroom.

*********

"Were watching them have SEX!"

This was met with laughter.  Persephone ignored this and carried on with her protest.

"Who are these people? Where did the girl go and where did the pigtailed boy come from and WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Eldest looked at her and replied, wagging a finger, "THAT is a secret!"  Some of the older Plutos groaned as if that statement was some awful joke.

"But we're spying on them.  That's not right!" Persephone protested.

"Don't worry," a Pluto replied. "THEY don't mind at all.  Now shush, or we'll miss something."

**********

With his foot, Ranma pulled down the covers on the bed and lay Mamoru gently down.  However, before he could get out of reach, Mamoru pulled him down onto the bed and rolled on top.

"Now its your turn," Mamoru stated with an evil grin.  He reached down and agonizingly slow, pulled the tight shirt up over Ranma's head.

Once the shirt was off, Mamoru placed a wet kiss at the nape of Ranma's neck and ran them down to his chest.  He nibbled on Ranma's nipples eliciting a quick yelp followed by moans of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Mamoru's hands roamed until they reached under him and began to knead his firm rear.

After a minute or two of driving Ranma crazy this way, Mamoru stopped and sat up.  He smirked as he started to undo Ranma's leather pants.  Again, he was slow in removing them as to allow Ranma the pleasure of feeling the tight leather peeled from his skin.  Once the pants were below his hips, it was revealed that Ranma wore nothing beneath.

Mamoru gasped at what he saw.

"You shaved!"

"Do you like it?" Ranma asked timidly.

"Hmm," was the only response as Mamoru ran a finger down Ranma's stomach to his now hairless groin.  He felt the silky smooth skin of Ranma's shaft and balls and noticed the jolts of electricity this was sending through his body.

He grinned as replied, "Let me think about it."

Mamoru moved down and kissed the inside of Ranma's thigh. He slowly trailed kiss after kiss down his leg, stopping and giving some attention the crook of his knee.  When he reached the heel, he slowly licked his way up the sole of the foot to the big toe, which he began to suck.  Mamoru glanced up at Ranma's face as he heard him sigh and saw his eyes closed and a wide smile of pleasure.

Moving on to the next toe, Mamoru made sure that Ranma enjoyed every minute.  He finished the first foot and moved to the second.  After several minutes, Mamoru reversed the course up the other leg back to the thigh.  He looked hungrily at the now swollen erection and was about to devour it when Ranma interrupted him.

"Wait!"

"What?" Mamoru asked in surprise.

"You'll need this," he replied while reaching under the pillow.  He came out with a bottle of chocolate syrup, which he proceeded to drizzle generously upon his groin.

Mamoru's eyes widened in shock but soon replaced the look with another of absolute joy.

"Two of my most favorite things: chocolate and your cock!" he finally replied.

"I thought you might like it," Ranma breathed as Mamoru eagerly began to lick up the chocolaty goodness.  He was very thorough as he searched with his tongue for every last bit of chocolate over the smooth skin of Ranma's throbbing erection.  He sucked each testicle until they were shiny with saliva.  Ranma was soon writhing with ecstasy as Mamoru took his shaft into his mouth and began to suck furiously.  Ranma bucked at the intense sensations he was receiving.

It wasn't long before he reached his climax.  With a cry of "Oh, Mamo- kun!" Ranma exploded in his mouth as he continued to work.  When his orgasm had subsided, Mamoru stopped and smiled at Ranma.

"What a wonderful dessert!"

Ranma grinned and glanced down at the tall man's groin.  Mamoru's erection was poking through the fly of his boxers and was leaking fluid in anticipation.

"It looks like you're ready for some action," Ranma stated as he reached under the pillow with both hands.  This time he came back with a bottle of lube in one hand and a condom in the other.

"How do you do that?" Mamoru asked, puzzled.  "I know that those weren't actually under there."

"You don't spend almost two years with Akane or a Master of Hidden Weapons Technique without picking up a thing or two," Ranma replied impishly.

"Huh?" was the intelligent reply.

"Never mind.  I'll explain later.  We have more enjoyable things to do."

Ranma handed the lube and condom to him, which he quickly put to good use.  He poured a little of the lube into his hand and spread it around.  Tracing a path down the crevice of Ranma's rear, he moved to get better access.  Mamoru gradually inserted a lubricated finger into Ranma's eager hole.  Slowly moving his finger around to loosen the tight muscle, he soon inserted another and continued his work.

Mamoru gathered from the moans of pleasure that Ranma was ready.  He slipped the condom on and lubed himself up.  Positioning himself and holding Ranma's legs back, he looked into the deep sapphire eyes of his partner and saw the eagerness there.  Ranma was ready.

He plunged in.  Mamoru held himself there in that sweet tightness allowing them both a moment to adjust.  Setting a slow rhythm at first, so as to savor the experience, he began to thrust.  Ranma, however, wanted more.

"Faster, Mamo-kun, Faster!" Ranma moaned as he began to stroke his now rehardened erection.

Mamoru picked up the pace a bit, but didn't want to climax too quickly.  However, he could see that Ranma wanted it a little

rougher.  Grunting, he started to buck harder and faster.  This was exactly what Ranma wanted, for he began to move to meet the inward thrusts all the while pumping his shaft to match the rhythm.

They moved together until it seemed that they had joined and become one being of ultimate pleasure.

With an incoherent wail, Mamoru orgasmed in Ranma, which caused the blue-eyed man to climax as well.  They collapsed upon one another, spent and moved to embrace as they calmed down.

"Well," Ranma sighed as he snuggled closer to the tall man, "did that adequately show my appreciation for this evening?"

"Perhaps," Mamoru murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

"Jerk," Ranma whispered lovingly as he too let sleep claim him.

**********

When the screen went blank once again, the party carried on.  Persephone, however, continued to stare at the screen, a full blush showing on all exposed skin, a silly grin plastered upon her face.  She sat that way for quite a while.  Finally, Eldest walked up to her.

"I think it would be best if I took you home," she stated as she called forth her staff.  Instantly she was in her sailor-suited uniform.  Placing a hand on Persephone's shoulder, they both disappeared and immediately arrived at Persephone's chambers within the palace.

Eldest took a step back and regarded her charge. "I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight," Eldest said after a moment.

An intense blush with a sheepish grin was the only reply she received.

Eldest chuckled.  "I knew you would."  Her expression sobered and she cleared her throat.  "The road ahead of you is long and difficult.  Remember, though, that it is important and at the end lies happiness for you."  With a salute of her staff she was gone.

Pluto arrived in what appeared to be a modern apartment.  Detransforming, she walked into the kitchen.  After getting herself a glass of water from the tap, she called out "I'm home!"  She then poured the water over her head. Where once there stood a tall, beautiful green-haired woman now stood an even taller, sexy, green- haired man.

"I'm in here," a voice called out from the living room.  The now male warrior of Pluto exited the kitchen and was soon enveloped in a tight bear hug.

"So, how was it?" the man asked.

"Fine, Ryoga," Pluto replied in a slightly strained voice.

"Oh, sorry," Ryoga replied, embarrassed.

"That's ok,' he replied with a smirk on his face.  "I can think of a way for you to make it up to me."

Ryoga grinned back.  He swept the tall warrior into his arms and carried him to the door.

"Um, Ryoga dear?"

"Yes?"

"The bedroom is over there."

"Oh."

********

End.