In the Line of Fire

Heh, I'm betting that nobody reading this has read this before, it's so old by now. Anyways, here's the next installment of my 'growing stale' fiction. You might be dissapointed at the lack of sex so far. Trust me, I plan to fulfill everything I put in the description. The problem is, the plotline I have requires it to all be done in one bunch. This is primarily a dramatic story instead of porn-without-point. Although I have been working on a PWP on my lonelier nights where my girlfriend wasn't available... We'll see whether I end up posting that up or not.

Anyways... Story. Gimme reviews please. :D

Also, the first scene, in the shower, was written by my good friend Firestorm. Check out her Yaoi, listed in my favorites. ;) Thank you so much for writing it for me, Firestorm! It helped motivate me!

Chapter 3:

Johnathan stepped into the shower. At first it was cold, but then it gradually warmed up to where he wasn’t shivering. He allowed himself to relax under the warm water and thought about what had happened to him the night before. Had Sailor Moon really been there? He did not know, but if she was, why didn’t she remain with him? He frowned to himself, contemplating the matter. He realized the only thing he did remember was the fact he had not been wearing clothes when he had awoken. In fact he felt somewhat reticent at the thought of a novel girl undressing him. She had to have seen everything, including his penis.

Thinking of his penis he suddenly looked down at. The normal six inch flaccid hung there as if deprived of life. Thinking of what it would be like to have a woman touch him there, his eyes turned misty. His hands reached out toward and his fingers lightly brushed against it. At first the stroking was timid, but then he increased his tempo. Firmer and faster did he rub himself until his penis began to harden. Veins pulsed through it and it slowly began to turn red. A slight look of discomfort overcame him and he wish he was engaging in sexual activity at the moment.

But he did not stop for even one iota. He began to daydream...

Makoto was lying flat on her back on a king size water bed, dressed in a red sexy lingerie. She was smiling at him, so peacefully he felt his heart stop. Coming forward to her, his sense of smell could take in her fragrance. The smell of flowers and passion caused his loins to burn with desire. He mechanically moved onto the bed, his eyes looking deep into hers. He began to kiss her. Softly at first, but she deepened it. This was surprising to him, but there were no complaints.

His tongue entered inside her mouth, rubbing against her own as he pressed his pelvis against hers, letting her know that he wanted her now. Makoto wasn’t shy at all. Her fingers reached inside his boxers and grasped his penis in a firm and careful manner. A jolt of pleasure surged through his body and he moaned aloud as she massaged it.

He was hardening and he loved it. He moved forward and allowed his hands to trail down her lingerie and unbuttoned the top half, revealing her breasts. He smiled at the size and took one breast in his hand, kneading it painlessly, and playing with her nipple until it hardened. He stopped French kissing her and the began to lick the other breast, before taking it into his mouth and slowly sucking on it.

Makoto let out a cry of pleasure and bucked against it. "Oh, Johnathan! I want you now!" Johnathan smiled at her. Her wish was his command.

There was a loud rapping sound at the door opposite of it that snapped Johnathan out of his reverie. The bathroom surroundings returned to him and he frowned. His daydream had seemed so real. Looking down his penis he noticed it was once again flaccid. If only the sexual fantasy had really happened.

A knock came again, and a concern voice echoed through it. It was Rei. "Johnathan? Are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while."

Johnathan’s face flushed. "Um, yeah!" he called back to her. "Just um, relaxing! I’m almost done!"

"Alright," Rei replied and left him alone.

Johnathan decided right then and there to finish showering and get out as quickly as he could.


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Makoto was sitting on the living room couch, now dressed in a green short sleeved shirt, jeans, and white socks. She was patiently waiting, twiddling her thumbs, as Rei sat on the arm of the couch, and sighed in frustration.

"I'll bet he's jerking off in there." said Rei in a huff.

"Rei, come on. Just give him a minute." said Makoto, partially concerned over the length of time he was taking.

The door soon opened, and John walked out wearing his clothing, a white short sleeve shirt with blue jeans. He was carrying a blue and gray sports jacket under his arm. His hair was combed and parted to his right. Rei's expression turned to a wide-open mouth as she beheld his body, groomed and clothed.

"I'm finished..." he said calmly. "All yours now."

"Thank you." she said in response. She walked into the bathroom as John left the threshold. "I'm not going to have to clean anything off the floor, will I?" Rei added in, jokingly.

"What?"

"Nevermind." she closed the door behind her. Leaving John and Makoto alone.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"I don't know." Makoto said with a shrug. She got up and walked over to him. "How are you feeling now?"

He shrugged. "No different than when I woke up. Pretty good. So much better than last night, I think I can go home just fine now."

"No!" Makoto said rather quickly. "Um... You shouldn't go home just yet. How do we know whether or not you're really better? You could still be wounded and might not be feeling it."

John was taken aback at how speedy she was in her reply. "Uh, I don't think so. I checked myself out in there pretty thoroughly. I'm completely healthy, I assure you."

"No, Sailor Moon said that you needed to rest for a few days here. And if you think I'm about to disregard one of the Senshi, you are dead wrong!" She put her arm around his again and tugged him away. "Come, sit down in the kitchen. I'll make you something."

"I... I don't know." John said, letting himself get pulled in the direction of the kitchen. "You've done enough for me as it is. I'm grateful so far, but..."

"No buts. I like to cook. Sit."

John plopped down in a chair in the kitchen. A look of discomfort came across his face. "Look, Makoto. I understand you're trying to be nice..."

"I'm just following orders." She said cheerfully, walking to the counter and turning around. She leaned against the counter and folded her arms. "Besides, I love to cook. So believe me, this is no trouble whatsoever."

"Well, if you say so..." he sighed.


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*Click!*

Several miles away, the door to Minako Aino's apartment opened. Mina stepped inside, shutting the door behind her, the first room in her place was her kitchen. Her hair was a little marred, having not yet showered, her bow was untied and hanging over her shoulder. Her clothing was crinkled, leaving her looking like somewhat of a mess.

"Artemis!" she shouted, as she locked the door behind her. There was no answer... She shouted the name of her cat six more times, upgrading her volume each time. There was no response.

She looked around her apartment, feeling concerned. She shouted out some more "Artemis! ARTEMIS! Damn cat, where are you?" She searched the living room... It was messier than Makoto's, as there were a smattering of clothes on the floor, a dirty plate and half full glass of soda on the table, and the couch had uneven cushions. Regardless of that, things were fancier... The table was made of a fancy oak, the couch was of luxurious black leather, the television was a big screen, and she even had a VHS/DVD player. With the salary of an actress, she was able to afford nice things but was too lazy to maintain the cleanliness.

She was about to start searching the room, when she heard muffled cries coming from somewhere...

"Hello?" she called out. "Artemis?" As she listened, her attention turned to a closet door that was in the corner of her living room. She approached it slowly, as a nigh panicky voice could be heard stifled from within.

She procured her transformation pen from her pocket and stepped to the side of the door, reaching out she twisted the knob silently... Then swung it open in surprise. She held up her pen in preparation for anything, when suddenly Artemis, a small white cat, burst out of the closet. One of Minako's boot laces was tangled around his legs and was trailing the boot behind him. He darted about for a few moments before calming down, pulling himself loose of the boot laces with his teeth, then sighing with relief.

"Mina! Phew! I can't believe it... I was stuck in there all night!" Artemis said in protest.

"Wha?" Mina was shocked, put her pen away. "How did you get in there?"

"Well, if you were paying attention last night, you would've saw me chasing after you non-stop after you got the call from Mako-chan. When you went to get your shoes, I followed you, and you accidentally kicked me inside before shutting the door!" he sighed, licked his paw and rubbed his head. "I nearly went insane in there, I clawed at the door like crazy until I realized you were gone."

Mina fought back a chuckle at Artemis' plight. "Well, are you okay? How did you get tangled up like that?" she walked over and picked up her boot, throwing it carelessly back into her closet and shutting the door.

"I was alone and scared... And you know how us cats are with string when we're bored..." he grumbled intelligible words under his breath, although Mina could've sworn it was something in regards to her boot laces being too thick.

"Oh my... I'm so sorry, Artemis." Minako almost cried in guilt, she knelt down to try picking up her cat, when Artemis stepped back.

"It's... It's alright. Whatever it was you did last night must've been a real emergency, otherwise you wouldn't have been so lost in thought that you would neglect to bring me along." he shook his head.

"Oh trust me... It was. There are some things I need to ask, because it's important." Minako stood up, a more serious face crept itself onto her.

"I'm sorry, Mina... Can it wait? I'm so hungry... Parched..." He licked his lips. "I am having a hard time thinking on an empty stomach."

"Not surprised, if you were cooped up in that closet all night. Go on... I am still not even fully awake yet, anyways." replied Mina. Artemis nodded and walked off into the kitchen. Being a sentient cat, he was able to forage for himself without Minako's assistance.

A few moments passed, Mina walked over to a mirror propped up in her bedroom, procured a hair-brush and proceeded to groom herself the best she could without having had a shower yet. She sighed to herself and frowned at how she was still in her school uniform. Normally she would have more pride in how she dressed, but yesterday she was planning on just lounging about and not doing a thing save for maybe arguing a little with Artemis about some random thing and playing video games. Thus, she never bothered to change.

Once her hair was more in order, she sat down on the right side of her bed... Her bedroom was slightly more tidy than the living room was, to say the least. Mainly it was due to how little time she spent in there to muck things up. Clean clothes were neatly stocked into her dresser whereas anything dirty was left in an unkept corner until she felt like bringing them to the cleaners. Originally she did this out of laziness, but she sprouted an excuse when Artemis began using the clutter as a bed. Something about her scent appealed to him, like most cat's owner's scents appeal to them.

She tossed her bow from her shoulder to the middle of the bed, behind her, and began to remove her blouse. She pulled the wrinkled garment over her head and tossed it into the dirty clothes pile, followed soon by her skirt. She was left in her underwear, a white bra and thong. She leaned back to stretch before reaching around to the straps of her bra... She stopped a moment as a smirk crept itself onto her face. She remembered last night when her and Makoto had dragged John's limp body into her apartment...


-Flashback-


The door to Makoto's apartment was being held open by an anxious looking Minako, as Makoto walked in carrying the body of a tall male over her right shoulder. Makoto walked over to the couch in her living room and gingerly placed the man down, with little effort. Minako then shut the door and locked it tight. At first she was worried if anyone saw them carry an unconscious guy into the apartment, but the thought quickly passed. For all anyone knew they were simply carrying in a drunk friend for the night...

"Oh god... His clothes are wet. He'll catch a cold or something." said Makoto, her body was shivering a bit. She was wearing a brown hoodie shirt that was drenched from the rain, but it was not the reason why she was shivering. She was nervous and afraid about a mistake she made.

"Um... Are you saying we should undress him?" said Minako in an inquisitive tone.

"Yes. Come here and help me." Makoto sat John upright on the couch and held his arms up, allowing her to remove his shirt with relative ease. When his shirt was off, Minako was already sitting to his left blushing a little.

"Mako-chan! What are you doing?" asked Mina, despite knowing full well what Makoto was doing, she was also nervous about undressing a strange unconscious man.

"Um..." Makoto was about to respond but she was momentarily distracted by the man's abs. He wasn't exactly a body builder, but he was certainly athletic to a fair extent. "Help me with his pants..."

"Do you have any clothes to give him?" Minako asked, trying to hide her blush with some degree of success.

"Hey, he can have some of mine. I'm a big girl, no doubt something will fit." Makoto shrugged. "Now..." She placed her hands on the button on John's jeans. "Give me a hand with this..."

Minako shrugged and helped straighten out John's legs as Makoto brought down his pants. There was a brief pause of hesitation as Makoto reached for his briefs, but Minako couldn't tell if her friend was simply averted to undressing the male or was trying not to seem eager. But it was also drenched in rain-water, so it had to go too... Soon Makoto brought it down too, and pulled it off his ankles.

Minako only got a brief glimpse before her timidness caused her to look away.

"Oh... My..." Makoto said in a nigh whisper.

Minako looked back briefly. His member was just hanging there, and she noticed Makoto staring as though she beheld something truly profound. It wasn't a bad sight, but Minako had her bearings on much straighter, and piped up when she noticed Makoto's hand reaching for it...

"Hey! Mako, aren't you forgetting about the clothes?" she shouted.

"What? Clo... OH!" Makoto jumped to her feet and rushed to the door of her room to procure something, feeling slightly embarassed. She rummaged through her drawers to find some her bigger or baggier wardrobe. "Damnit..." She cursed under her breath, as she removed her hoodie, revealing a dry black t-shirt underneath. As she pulled random articles out, she found more than enough shirts that he could wear... But sadly her sets of pants appeared too tight for the waist she oggled...

Minako tried to gradually align John properly on the couch, and flipped some blankets onto him. In the process, she couldn't help but stare a little at his abs, his bicepts... His flapping penis as she moved his body. She even took a moment to admire it... And wondered... How he would feel against her body... How he would smell well held in a close embrace... How he would taste, if she started to get a little adventurous...

"MINA!"

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"MINA!" shouted Artemis, standing at the threshold to Minako's bedroom.

She awoke from her daydream to find herself laying on her back on her bed, sideways. Her right hand was stuffed into the crotch of her thong, visibly doing some business, while her left arm lay dead beside her head.

"What are doing? I thought there was something important you had to say?" Artemis said, with a slight tone of annoyance. "And can't you do that with the doors closed?"

"Hey..." Mina said in dissapointment. She calmly withdrew her hand and overturned her body so she was now on her stomach, facing her cat. "I never told you to watch. Besides, I need a little relaxation... Last night was a bit of a stress..."

Artemis sighed and walked to the foot of the bed. Mina crawled over to look down at her cat as it got into a jumping position. "Tell me what's bothering you, Mina." He said, just before leaping onto the bed and sitting down next to her.

Minako turned onto her side to face the cat. Artemis was completely unphased by her lack of clothing, however, and there seemed to be little concern over it. Artemis had been with Minako for many years, and in that time, shame was desensitized between the two.

"Well..." She started. "Last night, when Mako called me she was in hysterics. Took me a second before she calmed down enough to tell me about something. She fought a demon last night, on her own... And it did not go well..."


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Back in Makoto's apartment, John, Makoto, and Rei were sitting together at the kitchen table after having eaten some french toast Makoto whipped up. Plates littered the sink, which Makoto planned to get to later. Although Rei could not finish hers, as she had had cereal prior to showering.

"And uh... Yeah. The last I remember is just running down the sidewalk in pouring rain. Feeling cold and wet. Then... Blackness. But with a feeling as if time passed, like when you go to sleep. Then, I woke up to a pretty face." he said his last sentence with a smirk towards Makoto.

Makoto's heart skipped a beat at his smile, but she did not let her anxiousness show. "Heh. Well, I'm glad I was so appealing to you." she let out an uncontrollable giggle.

"So, Johnny boy..." said Rei. She placed her left elbow on the table and rested her chin on the palm of her hand, looking at John with suspicion and intrigue. "You woke up this morning screaming bloody murder. What were you dreaming about there?"

"Well... Uh..." John shrugged in defeat. "I really don't remember... I don't often remember my dreams."

Rei sighed. She sat back and placed both hands in her lap, looking him over... Studying almost every pore in his face. She took the time to admire him a little, but was not concentrating too much on that.

"What about your physical condition?" asked Makoto. "Last night you were so hurt that you could not even move."

"I..." John hesitated. "Not sure about that one either. I just know that I felt like shit last night, but now I feel better than ever. I guess whatever happened... Took enough out of me that I was able to get a good night's sleep out of it. I don't even feel a little stiff from sleeping on the sofa." He sighed and looked at the sink. Standing up, he looked at Makoto directly. "Look, you've done a lot for me. I'll do the dishes for you..."

"John, no..." Makoto stood up in response.

"Hey, I feel guilty enough for mooching off of you as it is. Let me return a little of the favor." He held his hand up and then placed it on Makoto's shoulder. She allowed him to gently push her back down into her chair, as she sighed in her own defeat.

As John moved over to the sink, Makoto and Rei moved their chairs closer together and leaned their heads in to whisper.

"Anything?" asked Makoto.

"No... Nothing. What about you?" replied Rei.

"Me neither."

"Heh... Then we might be free and clear then. I sensed no trace of evil in or around him at all."

"Well, that's good I suppose. But better safe than sorry. Thing's have slipped by us before." Makoto looked at John as he started running the water. Her eyes trailed down to his ass, causing her to sigh... "God... He's so dreamy." she said under her breath, where even Rei could not fully hear it.