Series Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the other canon characters. My own created characters may appear in this, or any of my stories. I do own them and the changes in plot and story-line that I have added.

Author's Note: Based this off the original series… with a bit of a twist. Rei never has a crush on Mamoru - Season 1ish, but they are the 16 and 18. Usagi and Mamoru don't know each other's secret identities… Things go too far when Rei and Motoki lock our two fighting lovebirds in a storage closet.

Updated Author's Note: This story has been edited for content and grammar. Several sections have been edited based on reader comments and reviews. I hope you enjoy the new edition, and that you review! Thank you!

Consequences
A Consequences Story

"Odango Atama!"

"My. Name. Is. Usagi. USAGI! U.S.A.G.I. Mamoru-Baka!"

"Odango Atama!"

"Arrgh!" With that scream the tiny blonde, her hair up in two small buns with streamers of the golden locks falling from them, launched herself at the tall man with black hair, and knocked him off his stool. She fell over with him, repeatedly slapping his chest. It wasn't painful to him, and he could sense she was pulling her punches, but he growled at her in spite of it.

"Say my name!" Usagi screamed in frustration.

"Odango Atama!" was the only reply from Mamoru, who was trying desperately not to laugh at the sixteen year old sitting on his chest.

Seeing this new level of anger, Rei, who was friends with Usagi, and Motoki, Mamoru's best friend, walked over and dragged them apart. Ami stood to the side of the counter, wringing her hands anxiously. They had all seen the pair act childishly before, but this was a new low.

"That's it! I've had it with you two!" Motoki yelled. He nodded for Rei to follow him, dragging Usagi with her, and shoved his friend into the hallway that divided the kitchen from the storage areas in the arcade. He held his friend by the collar, and unlocked the door before shoving him inside. A moment later Rei forced Usagi into the room behind him.

"We have all had enough! You two are not leaving this room until you have sorted all of this out!" With that declaration, Motoki slammed the door, flipped the latch, and attached a lock to the outside of the door. Within seconds he could hear the furious pounding from inside, but he put his hand on Rei's shoulder and steered her away. "Come on. They need some time."

Rei couldn't help but be worried. What would happen if there was a Youma attack now? She and Ami would have to handle it on their own, and neither of them had as much experience as Usagi. But Motoki didn't know that Usagi was Sailor Moon, or that Rei and Ami were sailors Mars and Mercury respectively. And she couldn't tell him. That kind of secret could never get out.

Personally, Motoki was worried as well. Rei and Ami didn't know that his friend Mamoru was in fact Tuxedo Kamen, a superhero drawn to Sailor Moon whenever she was in danger. But he was determined that the two people now locked in one of his storage rooms would figure out their problems, because their animosity was escalating, and soon, he was sure, his best friend was going to put the little blond over his knee and spank her. Unfortunately, he also knew that Mamoru was responsible for way more than his fair share of their arguments. For some reason, Usagi was the only person on the planet who could get a rise out of the man.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Rei asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I don't know," Motoki said, running his fingers through his thick blonde hair. He looked back over his shoulder and worried his lip for a moment indecisively. There was a chance they could hurt one another. Or worse. "But if things keep on the way they are, the two of them will have to stay out of the arcade for good." He heard Ami gasp at his pronouncement and nodded to her. "Let's just hope this works."

Inside the storage room, Mamoru took a deep breath and stared at the girl currently slamming both fists against the door and screaming to be let out. He didn't know what had come over him, but every time he saw her, instead of being polite and saying what he wanted to, he would tease and even insult her. He looked around the room. Most of the walls were covered in shelves, though by the door the wall was clear. The floor was tile, like most of the arcade. Boxes filled one corner, and an old game machine, covered by a large blanket, took up another. The room was only about six feet by ten feet, and with everything stacked inside it, there wasn't much room.

Glancing at Usagi again, he noticed her face, in profile, was red and there were tears pouring over her cheeks. This wasn't her sad crying though, so he wasn't worried. These were what he called "temper tears" and for him, they were nothing more than another excuse to tease the poor girl. He put on a smirk as he looked at her. "Stop being such a big crybaby!"

"I am NOT a crybaby," she screeched, turning to face him.

That was better, now he could see her face, all scrunched up in anger. Her eyes blazing, her hair a mess. God, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He had nothing but fantasies about being with her forever, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was that drew him to her. Looking her up and down in what he hoped was a scathing manner, Mamoru added insult to injury.

"Oh yes you are! Instead of talking to me so we can get out of here, you're banging on the door and screeching like a banshee! Why don't you just grow up?"

Again Usagi launched herself at him, hitting his chest again and again with the outsides of her little fists. It was like being punched by a cute little bunny, and he enjoyed it, but he couldn't let her know that. Instead he grabbed her wrists, a little harder than he meant to, and pushed her against the wall by the door.

"Let me go!" Her eyes were wide in her face, and Mamoru couldn't help but be drawn in by them.

Still, he was frustrated and annoyed with her. It was all her fault he was acting like a moron in front of everyone. It had to stop. "No! Not until you calm the hell down!"

"I'll calm down when you let me go," Usagi growled.

"Come on Odango Atama, act your age!"

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" she scremed again.

"Shut up! You don't have to scream in my ear."

Unfortunately for him, his comment gave her the idea to continuously scream in his ear. So, he did the only thing he could think of to shut her up. He leaned in close, glared at her, and then kissed her.

Instantly the screaming stopped, and the girl stopped trying to free her wrists. In fact, she became extremely pliant in his arms. He let her go to wrap both his arms around her and kissed her more deeply, running his tongue along her bottom lip. When she gasped he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. Instantly her hands slid up his chest, and her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers finding his hair.

He continued the kiss, plundering her sweet mouth, learning every inch of her, and wondered what the big deal about breathing was. He knew he would die if he ever stopped kissing her. She was responding in kind, sucking his tongue and occasionally nipping at him while her hands did delicious things to his neck, his hair, his chest.

Usagi moaned in his arms as Mamoru's hands began to wander over her body. One hand slipped under the skirt of her uniform and he was pleased when she moaned at his grip on her butt. His other hand pulled the shirt from the waistband of her skirt, and he reached under the fabric, slid up her chest, pulled down one cup of her bra, and gently tweaked her nipple.

More moans followed his actions, and he noticed she was tearing at the buttons of his shirt. He lifted her into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing them both into the wall as he continued his invasion. Her hips bucked up and down against him, and he drew away from her mouth and kissed his way down her neck before sucking deeply on the crook between her neck and shoulder. She moaned, and her pace quickened, making him throb in his pants.

Neither was under control as Mamoru unzipped himself. He felt her small hand wrap around him and gently pull, as though she were trying to connect with him. He looked into her eyes as he slipped her underwear to the side and watched her head fall back as began pressing into her.

"More," she whispered, and Mamoru plunged into her.

She let out a scream as her hymen tore, but neither of them stopped. She thrust against him, making Mamoru groan, while Mamoru forced deeper, unable to think of being parted from her for an instant. He was inside the girl of his dreams, and there was nothing, and no one, that would stop him now, except for her.

He pumped into her almost frantically, his cock throbbing with the need for release. He wanted her to know that he loved her, that he wanted her forever. Mamoru had never felt love before, he didn't know how to say the words, but he was sure that was what this was. He poured out all of his feelings into this one act.

Gripping her nipples between thumb and forefinger, Mamoru pinched gently and gave little twists, causing Usagi to scream out and move faster, as though she was trying to take him all at once. The two, no longer virgins, thrust against each other, moaning and crying out, until her tiny hole tightened almost painfully around him. He took her mouth as she screamed again, and let himself go, filling her again and again until he released everything as he yelled his satisfaction into her mouth.

It took several minutes for Usagi, still pinned against the wall, trembling from the aftershocks of her first orgasm, to realize there might be consequences to what they had done. She heard him murmuring against her.

"My Usagi. My little Odango Atama. My Usako!," his voice was low, but fervent. "Oh kami Usako, I love you so much. I don't know why I always make fun of you. I love you. Don't hate me anymore Usako."

And Usagi realized with sudden clarity that the two of them had loved each other almost on sight, and had hidden it from themselves and each other. "Mamo-chan!" she whispered, clutching him fiercely. "I love you too!"

Mamoru kissed her gently, and helped her stand, before pulling out of her. He carefully pulled her panties back into place, but noticed red in the sticky wetness on his fingers after. "Oh, God, did I hurt you?" His voice was panicked, and he went to his knees, pressing his face into her belly, and clutched her to him.

Running her fingers through his hair, Usagi explained that it had been her first time, and that most girls bled a little when their hymen broke. Mamoru looked down at himself and noticed blood forming a little O around the base of his penis. He hated himself for not thinking first, for hurting her, but again she reassured him.

His next cry of anguish frightened her though. "I didn't use a condom!" He almost wailed at his stupidity. And then, covering himself, he calmed. It would be okay. If he had gotten her pregnant, he would just marry her. And that thought made him grin as he looked up at her in determination. He laughed.

"I'm going to marry you even if you aren't pregnant!" He declared suddenly, shocking Usagi. But eventually she smiled down at him. She knew they were both too young for that, but she wasn't going to argue. He was only eighteen and she only sixteen, but he was far too emotional to listen to reason. Still, he was rather adorable when he was worrying about her.

Suddenly there was a high pitched beeping in the room. Usagi blanched, "crap!" She couldn't let him know her secret. He would be in danger. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be any choice.

"What's wrong?"

Before Usagi could come up with a valid excuse, she heard the beeping stop and restart. It almost seemed more frantic than before and Usagi worried the girls would be in danger.

"I have to get out of here," she whispered. "I have to go help my friends."

For a moment, he almost got angry, until he looked up at her again and realized she was frightened. A voice filled echoed into the room from her wrist. Mamoru stared in shock as he listened to the voice.

"Sailor Moon," it said, "Youma attack. I'm sending Motoki to get you guys. Pretend you've made up so he'll let you out."

Mamoru stood up quickly. In seconds he had grabbed her face, kissed her, and whispered that it was okay. He checked over them both, making sure nothing was out of place. When the door opened a moment later, Motoki saw them holding hands and smiling, so he let the two of them out.

They raced out of the arcade, and to Usagi's surprise, Mamoru tugged her behind the arcade. "I always transform back here," he said, and with a flash and a rose, he became Tuxedo Kamen. She saw him watching her as she transformed, and the two of them raced for the location of the attack.

Obviously they would need to talk later.