Damn, your email address isn't working.
What's that, you say? "It's been two years since you worked on this last!"
##Really? I wasn't here two years ago, so I wouldn't know.
Sigh, I know. Real life is a bitch. I'm hoping to finish, but I need your
help. Writer's block has set in, and I need some C&C to get the juices
flowing again.
##Funny you should mention that, this being a lemon and all. I'd reccommend
an AOL chat room for that kind of C&C.
THIS IS A LEMON. This story deals with topics of consensual sex between
adults, but also touches on topics such as drug abuse, sexual abuse, and
other bad things. It is the intent of the author to deal with these
subjects in a sensitive and mature way. However, if you are under the age
of consent in your state, or if you just have trouble dealing with your
repressed sexuality, save yourself from feeling guilty or ashamed, and do
not read this story.
##A lot of this is unnecessary. Just say lemon, everyone knows what a lemon
is. You might want to add dark, or yaoi/yuri, or sick, depending on the
fic. Most people will make their judgements on that alone.
Author�s Notes: Well, here it is. My first lemon.
##Aww, hell, but I'm generally generous toward lemon writers, so I'll give
it a shot anyway.
Please excuse the plot. I
certainly don�t intend for it to get in the way of the sex ;)
##Depending on what you're going for, it should be the other way around.
, but I feel
that this story needed a strong plot to tie all the bonking together. Some
of you may take issue with the things I have the characters say and do.
Others will object to the liberties I take with the characters� pasts. I
understand your objections, but made these modifications based on how I
have come to understand the characters.
##Don't bother to tell the reader this. They'll make their judgements,
don't worry about it. If you're really worried about it, develop a thick
skin. If you're not, ignore them.
In this story, I spend a lot of
time on Rally and Minnie May�s sexuality.
##What, is this a yuri fic? You might as well come out and say it.
Through the reading of the manga
I have come to suspect that despite their hard shells, May and Rally both
have deep wounds that affect the way they express themselves.
##Never read the manga. Wouldn't know.
May is
obviously the more sexually active of the two, and while there is nothing
wrong with enjoying sex (I sure do), I feel that May is using it to cover
up an overwhelming lack of love, intimacy, and self-worth.
##May is horny, that's all there is to it. I've never read the manga, but
it does correspond to the anime and I've talked with people who have.
Throughout the
manga, there has been only a passing mention of Rally�s love life, and so
far there have not been any instances of her having an active sexual
relationship.
##I don't know, I think she gets off on guns.
This is especially striking in contrast to May�s exploits,
and whenever May brings up the topic of sex, or even men in general, Rally
avoids the conversation like the plague. Based on this, I came up with the
idea of Rally being raped at a fairly young age, and since then she has
been unable to trust anyone enough to let them come that close again.
##Kinda far fetched, not every emotionally dead person has something really
tramatic in their history. Depending on the situation, long term loneliness
or obsession with something in particular, anime, guns, can create an
identical reaction. But rape is not out of the question, lets see what you
do with it.
****
Fire in the Veins
A Fanfiction by Gleep
Based on the characters and world of Gunsmith Cats by Kenichi Sonoda
****
Steam from the sewer grate swirled around Rally�s feet as she waited
impatiently for Minnie May to get into position. "Damn it, I hate Chicago
winters. Why couldn�t this guy flee to Jamaica?" She shivered and pried her
hand out of her pocket to check her watch. "She had better be there by now,
or this is going to go badly real quick."
##Okay, not a bad opener. Doesn't immediately grab the attention, but
attention grabbers can get cheezy quick.
Stepping quickly across the street, she ducked into the shelter of the
rundown building�s doorway before pulling her CZ75 out of its shoulder
holster. Not that anyone was around to see it at 5 am on a Sunday morning,
but why take unnecessary risks? Illinois had always been a bit strange on
the issue of guns, and she didn�t need any neighborhood watch dorks
spoiling the collar by calling the cops.
##Right now I'm wondering if you're going to obsess about the guns like the
creators did. I kind of hope so, I'm a gun collector myself.
The entrance door was half off its hinges anyway, so Rally didn�t feel
guilty about carding the crappy lock. She silently made her way up the
stairs and entered the hallway. <Second floor, apartment 2B. Quietly now.>
Rally stood with her back along the wall next to the door knob, looked at
her watch one last time, and knocked loudly.
"WHO THE FUCK IS IT?"
##At five in the morning, on a sunday, she's lucky all she got was a yell.
I'd have shot first and cleaned it up after dinner.
Rally winced. If he was that loud, the shouter was back to back with her
on the other side of the wall, she figured.
"Commonwealth Edison, sir. Wiring safety inspection required by law. Can
you please open the door?"
##At five in the morning? Not likely. And on a sunday? That's a bit
transparent.
"THE WIRING�S FINE! PISS OFF!"
<Damn it, May! Where are you?> "Sorry to disturb you sir, but we�re
checking all the buildings in this area for high voltage leaks."
"I�M TELLING YOU, FUCK OFF OR ELSE!"
<Shit, gonna have to cowboy it.> She moved across the hall from her
previous position. It would give her the best shot because he�d have to
turn around the doorjamb to see her, and the door would prevent him from
peeking out the other way and spotting her.
"Candygram!"
"WHAT?"
"Landshark!"
"DAMN YOU!" The epithet was punctuated by the CHACHAK of a shotgun slide,
the sound of glass breaking, and seconds later, the sharp KRAKBOOM of a
flashbang.
Rally sprang into action, shooting the lock off the door, kicking the door
open, and scooting around the doorway low, covering as much of the room as
she could. The room was a mess, and its occupant was not in much better
shape. He was sprawled senseless facedown on a ratty stained mattress, a
Mossberg 12 gauge shotgun in his hand. Rally disarmed him, handcuffed him,
and frisked him before he became coherent again. With that done, she looked
up to find Minnie May swinging upside down outside the broken window,
dangling from a climbing rope.
Rally stood up and scowled. "You�re late�. again! How many times to we
have to practice before you get it right?"
May flipped right side up, and stuck her tongue out at Rally. "Bleah! We
didn�t practice it where there ISN�T a fire escape! And yet, I managed to
rig a climbing harness, rappel down here, AND detonate the flashbang ON
TIME, more or less. So there!" With that, she finished cleaning the glass
out of the window, and swung in through the opening.
Rally relented and gave her partner a high five. "OK then, good job. We�ll
have to change our drills." She walked over to the window, and leaned out.
"Huh�no fire escape. That�s against fire code."
"This whole damn building is against fire code!" Kneeling, May poked their
prisoner. "How�s the chump?"
The man slowly rolled over, and blinked his eyes to clear the spots. "The
chump has a huge headache. What�s this all about?"
Rally walked up to his head, and held a piece of paper so he could read
it. "Warrant for your arrest. Naughty boy has been distributing Kerasine,
May."
"Not any more, he won�t." May put her cell phone down. "Roy and his boys
are on the way. E.T.A. 10 minutes." Peeking at the warrant, she smiled
sweetly. "Well Mister�..Dobney, is it? We�ll be handing you off to the cops
shortly. They will be happy to arrange more permanent living arrangements
than these."
"Hehe, call me Jason. And no, you won�t. The warrant�s not valid." He
grinned back at her. May looked at Rally.
"I�m afraid it is. Just got it off the wire two days ago. Either way, it
doesn�t matter to me. It warms my heart to get another slug off the
street." She shrugged and put her gun back in its home beneath her left arm.
Jason chuckled, and laid his head back on the mattress, closing his eyes.
"We�ll see."
May looked at Rally and shrugged. "Oh, by the way�that �landshark� thing?
Inspired."
Rally ran her hands through her dark hair. "Couldn�t help it. I watched
Comedy Central last night."
****
"Sorry Rally, the warrant�s not valid." Roy slumped back in his chair and
braced for impact.
"WHAT!?! This guy�s a scumbag, and you know it! I got that warrant hot off
the presses two days ago. This is the second time this month my warrant�s
been bad." Rally paced the length of Roy�s office, fuming. "What the hell
happened this time?"
Running his hand over his face, and grimacing at the taste of the
station�s notoriously bad coffee, he leaned back in his chair and kicked
his feet up on his desk. "Well, you know that we have to verify every
warrant that gets served. We ran it back through the District Attorney�s
office, and they canned it."
Smiling a Cheshire grin, Rally leaned over Roy�s desk, and purred, "And
why�d they do that, hmmm?"
"Damned if I know. The D.A. has been a prick for years, and he never tells
us anything. What can we do? If he won�t prosecute a case, we�re up a
creek. We gotta let him go."
"Roy, I was upset the first time my warrant got squashed, but I got over
it even though I didn�t get paid. I figured mistakes happen sometimes,
right? Now it happens again. Something stinks and it isn�t your Superfund
coffee."
##I like this. It's very close to the original, and if that's your goal
right now, you're doing a good job.
"Whoa, Rally, calm down! I mean, yeah, it�s strange, twice in one month,
but let�s not get paranoid! Tell you what, since you�re not getting paid
for this one either, I�ll take you out to dinner. What do you want to eat?"
Rally sighed resignedly. "No pay for this one either huh? The bills get
bigger all the time. I guess I better take you up on dinner, because
otherwise I�ll be eating Chinese or pizza AGAIN."
##She's the one that always orders pizza.
Roy picked up his coat and slung it over his shoulder. "So whatcha wanna
eat? How about Japanese?"
Rally crinkled up her nose. "Eewww. I�m not into the raw fish thing. How
about a nice steak, and a bottle of wine, and maybe some tiramisu and
espresso afterwards?"
"Geez, and I thought you�d be a cheap date. Ouch! Hey, ow! Quit hitting
me. Ow! Damn it, I�m a cop!"
##YEAH! Beat the crap out of him!
****
The refrigerator yawned wide, revealing the empty caverns beyond to Minnie
May�s horrified gaze. "There�s nothing to eat, and you�re telling me we�re
not going to get paid for hauling his stupid butt in?!? That sucks!" She
stomped back to the table, and looked at Rally�s restaurant leftovers.
"And, might I add, Roy takes YOU out to dinner, and leaves me behind to
starve!" May got a sly look on her face as she eyeballed the remains of
Rally�s feast. "The least you could do, dear partner, is let me have your
leftovers."
"Back off, vulture! This is my quota of nice dinners for the year, and
there�s no way you�re getting my food!" Rally gathered her food
protectively under her arms.
"Don�t make me come over there."
"So what if you do, pipsqueak? You don�t scare me. Get your own food!"
Rally gave May the finger.
May�s eyes narrowed viciously as she slowly came around the table. Rally
stood up and backed away, raising her leftovers box above her head.
"Hah! Too bad you�re a runt! A normal size woman could reach this easily."
##Unless you can back this up with a specific instance in TOS, you should
change this. I don't think Rally would tease May about that.
May ground her teeth together, and then abruptly calmed herself. Smiling
sweetly, she strolled up to Rally, looked up into her face, reached up�.and
pinched Rally�s left nipple hard through her black sports bra.
##This too, she could easily nail her breast, but unless she's either really
turned on or really cold, nipples don't stand up well under sports bras.
"Yeah, but I can reach THIS just fine." May snickered.
Rally�s face turned several shades darker, and she immediately dropped her
arms to cover her wounded breast, enabling Minnie May to snatch the box
from Rally�s hands.
May skittered away, waiting for the explosion. Mount Saint Rally blew with
a vengeance, lunging after May while screaming at the top of her lungs.
"You dirty little pervert, I should have known you�d do something like
that, you sex-crazed deviate! Come back here bitch!"
May turned to run, and smashed her shin against one of the kitchen chairs,
tripping her. She hit the floor hard, sending the food sliding away towards
the door. May started to get up, ignoring the pain from her shin, but found
herself pounded back into the tile as Rally jumped on her back.
"OW! Damn it, Rally, that hurt! Calm down, OK?" May struggled to drag
herself out from under Rally�s body, but Rally wasn�t letting her go that
easily. She grabbed May�s shoulders, flipped her face up, caught both of
May�s hands in her left hand, and wrestled them up above May�s head.
"Tit pinching FREAK! Let�s see how you like it!" With that, Rally latched
onto May�s right nipple and gave it a brutal wrench. Minnie May yelped in
pain and began squirming between Rally�s legs, attempting to get away from
the enraged woman. To prevent her escape, Rally sat down hard on May�s
pelvis, and squeezed her legs around May�s sides. She then repeated her
abuse on May�s left nipple. May cried out again, and a tear trailed down
her face.
"I�m sorry, Rally! I didn�t mean to hurt you! I won�t eat your food! I�m
sorry, OK?" she sobbed. "Just let me go!"
##Went a little far here, I think you should tone it down. There're other
ways to break into semi-sexual tensions.
Rally�s anger fled in the face of May�s tears as she realized what she had
done. She smiled gently, and gathered May up into a hug. She rocked gently,
as she stroked May�s soft hair, and caressed her back soothingly.
"I�m sorry too, May. I don�t care about the left-overs. We�ll share them,
OK? I didn�t mean to get that mad, and I�m so sorry I hurt you. Are you OK?"
May wiped her tears away, and gave a small smile. "Yeah, I�m OK. Nipple
twisting never killed me before. I�ll survive. How are you?"
Rally pulled her sports bra away from her breast to check for damage. "Oh,
I�m fine. You just freaked me out."
May giggled. "Why, because I�m a girl?"
"Ummm��yeah."
May smiled slyly, and put her arms around Rally�s waist. "Do you have
problem with women?"
Rally planted her hand on May�s forehead and shoved her away. "I just
don�t work that way, alright? I like guys. Give it a rest!"
"Oh really? When was the last time you had sex with a guy?"
Rally�s eyebrows launched upwards. "WHAAT?!?!"
"You heard me. When was the last time you had a really good fuck?"
Rally rolled her eyes. "I don�t remember, OK? Who are you, Doctor Ruth?
It�s none of your damn business."
May humphed. "Well, it couldn�t have been that great, then." Then she
paused in thought. "Rally, have you ever noticed we don�t talk about sex
like regular girl friends do? I mean, all the other women I know talk about
sex non-stop. Why don�t we?"
##Girls don't always talk about sex. Sometimes they just moan about it.
Sitting back, Rally considered May�s question. "I don�t know. I guess I�m
not really comfortable talking about it with other people. I just keep it
to myself."
May slapped her hand on the ground. "That�s what I�m talking about! You
shouldn�t keep it to yourself! I mean, you know some of my past, and you
KNOW that nothing is too weird for me to talk about. You don�t have to keep
it inside. I�m willing to listen to whatever you have to say."
Rally laughed nervously. "Uh, that�s OK. Nothing much to talk about,
really. My sex life isn�t that exciting."
Raising an eyebrow, May peered at Rally. "Rally, you HAVE had sex before,
right?"
Rally�s fists clenched, and she spun around. The words that came out
struck May with their raw pain.
"Yes��but not by choice."
With that, Rally bolted from the room, and fled upstairs to her bedroom.
****
Rally�s alarm clock went off in a fair imitation of an air raid siren, and
ended up in its usual spot under her night stand, still stubbornly refusing
to go into snooze mode.
"Oooh maaaaan. 6:30�. I must be nuts!" Rally grumped. Yawning, she sat up
and scrubbed the boogers from the corners of her eyes.
##boogers? In her eyes? Very odd term.
"I like owning my
own store, but I still hate opening early. Why the hell do I have �Early
Bird Sales�?"
"Raaallly! Why the hell do you have �Early Bird Sales�?" Minnie May�s
shrill voice came cutting through Rally�s drowsiness. "I mean, for God�s
sake, WE aren�t early birds, why should we force anyone else to be?"
Rally looked over at her partner slumped against her doorway. "I was just
debating my sanity on that very subject, thanks. You know we have to move
some stock in order to make mortgage this month. I hate to say it, but the
bounty-hunting hasn�t paid the bills this month."
Minnie May ran her fingers through her short blonde bob of hair, and
scratched furiously to clear the cobwebs. "I know, I know. It surprises me
though. This month has been almost too quiet. Somehow, I don�t think all
the criminals decided to take a few weeks off. Haven�t you heard anything
from Roy or Becky?"
"Nope, not a peep." Rally threw back the covers and swung her legs out of
bed. She stood, scratching her stomach as she yawned hugely. "No sense
worrying about it now. Let�s get ready, eat some breakfast, and make sure
the store�s ready. I�ll give them a call later and see if anything is
cooking in their neighborhood."
****
The cold water smacked Minnie May across her face and sent her scurrying
backwards. "Damn it! I HATE winter. The water is always so damn cold!" She
stood shivering in the corner of the shower while the water heated up
enough. Once the stream had reached a tolerable temperature, she stepped
into it gratefully. Tipping her head forward, she let the warm water
cascade down her back, washing away the night�s nightmares.
It had been about Ken again. Hardly a day went by that she didn�t think
about him. Too many memories. If she had her way, they would have been
together long ago. The dreams came less frequently now, but they still
came. It was different every time. This time she saw him as he was defusing
a bomb. She was screaming at him not to cut the green wire, the detonator
was on a cascade circuit, the bomb would go off, you idiot, not the green
wire, OH SHIT BOOOM WHITE LIGHT and she woke up. He couldn�t work any more.
His multiple sclerosis was getting too bad, and he was starting to make
mistakes. The syndicate wanted him dead, and he had to go underground to
survive. She didn�t know where he was, or even if he was alive. He was as
close as she ever came to experiencing love.
##He was also a pervert, and nearly perfect for her.
Love. For May, love was an abstract thing, really. She had spent most of
adolescence in a whorehouse, and love was a rare and elusive commodity in
there. Sure, people took care of you, but then you were an investment, not
a real person. But it was better than the alternative.
She thought she loved Ken, and that he had loved her. He had taught her
everything she knows about explosives, her current stock in trade and claim
to fame. She managed a slight grin as she thought, "Yeah, we sure had some
fireworks go off between us."
Sex. Sex is what she knew, even better than explosives. You don�t spend
time at a whorehouse without picking up the necessary tricks to please
someone. She smiled wider. Ken was always good at sex.
Her left hand came up to caress the back of her neck as she picked up the
body wash and sponge. Closing her eyes, she imagined Ken right behind her,
gently touching her neck and licking her ear as the scent of the
lilac-scented body wash filled the room. Drizzling a small amount of body
wash on the sponge she began to softly wash her arms, feeling Ken�s strong
hands trail along her arms, brushing the inside of her biceps as they made
their way back up to her shoulders.
"May, you�re so tense. You shouldn�t worry about things so much." May
gasped as Ken�s voice came clear as a bell to her imagination. The she
smiled and went along with the fantasy.
"What, me worry? How could I worry about anything with your sexy body
behind me. I am feeling a bit tense though. Are you going to help relieve
my stress?"
##Umm, sorry, but that was a bit corny. Too stiff.
Ken chuckled "Of course. That�s my job, isn�t it?" Some body wash crept
its way down May�s chest, followed by the sponge. Ken�s hand slid under her
left breast as he hugged her tightly. May sighed, and tilted her head back.
"When�s the last time I told you how perfect your tits were?"
May giggled, and brought her hand up to her small breasts. "You mean these
old things? I always thought you wanted me to trade them in for a newer
set."
Tracing his fingers in small circles around her aureole, spiraling in
towards her nipple, he grinned and gave her a little nibble on her right
ear. "What, are you kidding me? Why screw with perfection? Besides, I think
they like me." With that, he played his index fingers over her erect
nipples.
"Mmmm. You know, I think you�re right. You three seem to get along great.
I certainly don�t want to break such a good friendship." Ken put his hand
over her entire breast, barely filling his palm with her. He gently rubbed
her, stimulating the skin. She didn�t like to have her breast squeezed hard
since she didn�t have a lot of tissue over her muscles. He rolled his palm
over her hard points, feeling them push in between his fingers to be
lightly pinched and pulled. May loved it. She was always of the opinion
that men didn�t spend nearly enough time on the tits. They usually just
gave them a cursory inspection, and moved south. Happily, she had taught
Ken well. "Ahh. But you know, I think you�re forgetting about someone." The
sponge took a dive along May�s smooth flank, heading for her ass.
"Well, I sure wouldn�t want to leave anyone out!" Ken�s hands slid along
her stomach, around her sides, and down to cup her ass. "Now THAT�S what I
call a butt! Baby got back!" He began to squeeze her cheeks, and push his
fingers into them almost like a shiatsu massage.
"Hehehe, yeah, one part of my body I really like is my ass. I�m glad you
approve too." May added more body wash to the sponge.
Ken�s right hand snuck around to May�s crotch and began to run its fingers
through her blonde thatch. "Let�s see now. Someone was lonesome down here.
Who was it again?" May moaned and stepped her legs apart farther. Ken took
his left hand and brought it up to play with her tits again. Tickling the
inside of her thighs, Ken slowly climbed up her legs. He could feel the
heat of her pussy on his wrist as he teased her.
##She's going to be late for work at this rate.
May bit her bottom lip, and groaned "God, you�re soo mean to me, Kenny!"
She leaned backward against the wall of the shower, and bent her knees.
"What? I�m just having a hard time remembering who I�m leaving out. Maybe
you could help me out?" Ken snickered, and began softly rubbing a finger
along her outside pussy lips, avoiding her clitoris.
"Ooooh, you drive me crazy! Alright, jerk, I was hoping you could play
with my kitty. She�s been so lonely without you!" May soaked her hands with
more body wash, and threw away the sponge.
"Your kitty, huh? Would that be this kitty?" With that, Ken slid his
middle finger down into her pussy and began playing with her clit.
"Mmmmm uh huh, that�s the one. She hasn�t been fed in a long time. Have
you got anything to feed her?"
##This is still kind of silly.
"I�m sure I have something she�ll like." Ken brought his left hand down
from her tits, and slid into her butt crack. "See if she�ll eat this." He
opened up her lips and slid his middle finger into her hole, and began
pumping it in and out. Her hot juice flowed, mixing with the warm water and
slippery body wash.
"Hah ummm oh yeah. She�ll eat that oooooh. But she�s still hungry. Hah.
Got any more?" May started sliding her back up and down against the shower
wall in sync with the rhythm of her pumping.
"Yep. Here you go." Sliding two more fingers in, Ken stretched her pussy
tight as he increased his pace. Her tunnel squeezed his fingers in a
vice-like grip as her ass slapped against the wall.
"AAAAH! That�s it! I�m coming! Get your other hand up here damn it!" Ken�s
hand raced around from her ass, and dove into her sex, seeking out her
clit. He started rapidly rubbing her nub, getting it all slippery with her
juices flowing from her snatch.
"YEEEEEESSSS!!!" Her ass cheeks clenched, and her tits quivered as her
##Tip: One exclaimation point will do. And using lots of letters to draw
out the word isn't always the best way. Maybe, "YES!" she exhaled loudly,
slowly continuing...
orgasm hit her. May�s knees buckled as her boiling vagina pulsed around her
fingers. She knelt down in the shower and let the water hit her clit,
prolonging the ecstasy.
As she slowly stopped shaking, and her breathing slowed, she hung her head
and began to cry. "I miss you, Ken. My love." And the water fell down,
washing away the past amid the smell of lilacs.
##What's this with lilacs?
##Not bad, your dialog in the fantasy is kind of silly, but not to bad.
What exactly are you having trouble with? Inspiration?
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