C&C on this, as with the other two fics I sent out today, would be greatly
appreciated ... and I'll see you all on the new FFML, if not on one or more of
the interim lists. (Good lord, though - subscribing to two of those is liable
to be even more spammy than the *one* FFML has been at times. x.x;;)
Keep the creative fires burning, people. ^_^ Whatever happens, the FFML isn't
going down for good - only on hiatus until White Wolf finds a new host machine
for it.
Tim Miller
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NOTE: The following story is a lemon fanfic; as such, it contains
descriptions of sexual situations. If such material is illegal in your area,
and/or you are under the legal age, stop reading now.
I should also make note that this is my first lemon fanfic. If that
prospect worries you, then you're welcome to move on to a different story;
however, I hope that you'll choose to read this. n.n;;
Two Years A Mamono Hunter Yohko lemon
by Tim Miller
Yohko blinked a few times as she read the note somebody had slipped into
her locker:
Please meet me at the bridge where I first kissed you,
tomorrow night at eight. Maybe you don't want to see
me, but I want to see what would have happened if we
hadn't been possessed.
Osamu
"Osamu-kun," Yohko murmured, folding the note back up. It had been two
years since she'd talked to him - two years since the night when, under the
influence of an evil spirit, he'd ensorcelled her and come within inches of
deflowering her - one of the demons' numerous attempts to eliminate her before
she became the 108th generation Mamono Hunter. If it hadn't been for her
grandmother, Yohko might have had the best night of her life ... but it would
have been one of the last, too.
But because Yohko's grandmother Madoka had crashed into the hotel room
on a motorcycle, the demon had been exorcised from Osamu and Yohko's
virginity, and her potential to become a Mamono Hunter with it, had been
saved; the next night, believing her grandmother slain by yet another demon,
Yohko had interrupted the Ritual of Resurrection, battling and killing Reiko
before the older girl could completely become the reincarnation of the Black
Queen and lead the demons' invasion of Earth.
And now Osamu, who had rushed to embrace her after Yohko returned from
her first battle, wanted to see her again. Yohko's memories of the night he'd
tried to take her were hazy at best; the enchantment which suppressed her will
had fogged most of her senses as well - except for touch; her skin had felt
almost painfully sensitive as Osamu's exploring hands roamed across her body,
stroking her to greater pleasure than she'd believed possible ...
"Love letter?" A slender hand plucked the folded paper out of Yohko's
hand before she could react.
"Chi!!" Yohko blushed crimson, scrambling to try and grab the note back
from the busty redhead. "Give it back, c'mon!"
Ogawa Chikako, normally one of Yohko's best friends, just grinned
mischievously as she unfolded the note. "Let's see ..." Her eyes widened
behind her wire-rimmed glasses. "Osamu?!" She looked up at Yohko. "The same
Osamu who used to have such an impossible crush on you?"
"Yeah," Yohko sighed, snatching the note out of Chi's hands. "I guess he
hasn't totally given up after all ..."
"If he's still interested in you, that might explain it ..." Chi mused,
looking away. "He's still pretty shy, you know - he's gone out with a few
other girls, but it never lasts long."
Closing up her school bag, Yohko looked at Chi. "What else do you know
about him? You usually know something about every other guy I talk to you
about ... is there anything I should know about Osamu that's different from
two years ago?"
"Not really," Chi shrugged. "He's still shy, like I said, although he's
been able to overcome that a few times ... I even saw him at one dance last
year; I think he was there with Nami. I know they were dancing, at least."
That got Yohko's attention. "Yamanoi Nami? She's even more gorgeous than
Reiko was - Osamu was going out with *her*? You've got to be kidding ..."
Chi shook her head, grinning. "I saw it myself ... I think you were busy
that night, though. Being a Mamono Hunter sure plays havoc with your social
life, doesn't it?"
A quiet scowl crossed Yohko's features. "I don't have much of a social
life for it to play havoc with, Chi, and you know it. It's my luck with boys
that's rotten ..."
"Looks like your luck may be changing," Chi winked as she elbowed Yohko
lightly in the side. "What was Osamu talking about in his note, anyway? You
never told me about getting a first kiss from anyone, especially him ..."
Yohko blushed again, remembering how aggressively Osamu had kissed her
just after she'd turned him down ... the last thing she *did* remember clearly
before her awareness faded and the spell took effect. "That didn't count,
Chi."
"Those rosy cheeks say otherwise," teased Chi. "What was it like?"
Turning to face her friend, Yohko sighed, "He was possessed, remember?
If he'd been acting on his own he never would have gotten even *that* far, and
I didn't want him to kiss me in the first place!"
"He sure seemed to be acting on his own when he ripped your dress off
after you beat Reiko ..."
"Mou!!" exclaimed Yohko, turning away as her cheeks flushed even redder.
All told, the night she'd fought Reiko was one of the least pleasant sets of
memories in her life ... being attacked by a possessed Chi, believing her
grandmother dead, nearly getting killed by Reiko, and then coming back from
the battle to find her grandmother alive, well, and as spunky as ever - and
pushing Osamu on her, practically telling Yohko to get started on making the
109th Mamono Hunter on the spot. Osamu had wrapped his arms around Yohko, and
she'd smacked him off - but her battle dress, already damaged by the fight
with Reiko, had come apart in the process, leaving her practically naked.
There was no way Yohko was going to go over *those* details with Chi
right now, though, as they were still standing in the front hallway of their
high school. Instead, Yohko cast a scathing look at her friend and started
heading towards the door; Chi hurried to keep pace with her. "So are you going
to meet him?" Chi pressed, eager for details.
"I don't know," Yohko admitted reluctantly. "Part of it depends on
whether any more demons show up ..."
"Can't Azusa cover for you for a night?" Chi suggested. "She's made full
Mamono Hunter, she should be able to handle any monsters that pop out of the
woodwork. Besides, we've almost graduated from high school - you deserve a
night to yourself."
Yohko paused in walking, turning over the idea in her head. A piece of
her doubted that anything *would* happen with Osamu; if he was still as shy as
Chi said, and didn't have a steady girlfriend, he probably wouldn't know what
to do if she stripped naked in front of him and tackled him into bed. At the
very least, it couldn't hurt to at least go see him, and catch up on the last
two years ... they'd been friends since childhood, at least until the demons
tried to use him to take her out of action.
That was one thing that Yohko hadn't had to worry about since her first
battle: her potential to become a Mamono Hunter had only been at risk up until
she actually *became* a Mamono Hunter. After that, she could lose her
virginity without any greater dangers than the usual risks for a girl who
slept with a guy ... as could Azusa, since she'd "completed her training" and
made the shift from Mamono Hunter in training to full Mamono Hunter.
"I'll have to think about it," Yohko admitted to Chi. "I only know one
thing for sure ..."
"What's that?" Chi listened intently.
"I'm not talking to mama or obaachama about it."
"What's bothering you, Yohko-san?" Kanzaki Azusa, Yohko's "apprentice"
and ally, looked at the older girl. Azusa had grown significantly in the year
and two-thirds since she'd first come to the Mano house to start her training,
and her figure had filled out so that she was just a little smaller than the
nearly adult Yohko. "You seem distracted tonight ... did something happen at
school?"
"Hm? Oh ... It's nothing, Azusa-chan." Yohko waved Azusa's concern off
as she rinsed herself off and headed for the bathtub.
Azusa didn't look convinced. "Hmmmmm ... hold still for a moment, Yohko-
san."
Yohko blinked. "Eh? What are you -"
Azusa stood up, and leaned close to look at Yohko's breasts, then
quickly reached up and ran a finger over her nipple. "I *thought* so ..."
Blushing, Yohko stepped back out of Azusa's reach, covering her breasts
with her hands. "What are you *doing*, Azusa-chan?" she hissed.
"Just checking something," Azusa grinned quietly. "And I was right -
your nipples are hard. That means ... you're thinking about a guy, aren't
you?"
Turning away, Yohko stepped into the tub and settled down to soak. "It's
none of your business, Azusa-chan," she replied flatly.
Azusa blinked quietly as she finished washing herself. "Yohko-san ... it
wasn't *me* you were thinking about, was it?"
"Of course not," answered Yohko, closing her eyes as she submerged up to
her neck in the hot, clean water. "I just don't want to tell you what I was
thinking about." The silence hung awkwardly over the small bathroom for a few
seconds, broken only by the splashing sounds as Azusa rinsed the soap off of
her body. "... yes, I was."
"I thought so," Azusa chuckled nervously. "Ano - do you mind if I get
in, Yohko-san?"
"Oh. Please ..." Yohko nodded, pulling her legs up so that there was
enough room for Azusa to get into the tub with her. "I'm sorry, but it's
really not something I'm sure about ..."
Azusa glanced at the door, and kept her voice quiet so that Madoka or
Yohko's mother, Sayoko, wouldn't be likely to overhear. "Who is it? Anybody
I've seen?"
"Probably not," Yohko shook her head. "Just a friend of mine ... a
childhood friend, actually. I haven't seen him in a couple of years, although
we still go to the same school; he left a note in my locker where I'd find it
this afternoon."
"Really?" Azusa blinked. "That's strange ... did something happen
between the two of you?"
Again, Yohko nodded to Azusa. "Just before I became a Mamono Hunter. He
was trying to get his courage up to ask me out, I think, and then he got
possessed ... and tried to sleep with me."
"Wow ..." Azusa stared at Yohko in quiet surprise. "Did you let him?"
"There wasn't much 'letting' involved." Yohko tilted her head back,
leaning against the end of the bathtub. "In fact, I couldn't have stopped him
if I'd wanted to; he put me under a spell - or the demon that had possessed
him did - and if obaachama hadn't shown up in time, the demons would have
won."
"Really? How close did he come to doing it with you?"
Yohko hugged her knees to her chest, turning her head quickly to keep
her hair out of the water as she rested her cheek on her arms. "Close," she
answered succinctly. "I don't remember for sure, and I don't think I want to."
There was quiet in the bathroom again as the two Mamono Hunters sat and
relaxed, letting the heat of the water warm and soothe their bodies. After
several seconds, Azusa cleared her throat quietly. "Ano ..."
"Hm?"
The younger girl hesitated briefly, then asked hesitantly, "Do you
remember what it was like? What did he do to you?"
Yohko closed her eyes, reaching back for the dim memories. "He didn't
rape me, at least not directly - I guess you could have called it that if he'd
succeeded - but he took his time ..." Her lips curved in a faint smile as she
let the sensations come back to her, from memories that she'd tried to ignore
for the past two years. "He went about it slowly and gently, almost as though
we'd been making love willingly - except that I couldn't do anything; he
needed to move me when I had to be in a different position. He wasn't hesitant
about it, but ... I don't know what to call it. It was like he was exploring
my body, touching me almost all over, and undressing me as he went." She
paused, squirming a little bit; Azusa noticed her shifting.
"Ano ... you don't have to keep talking about it, Yohko-san. Gomen."
Yohko raised her head, looking over at Azusa. "It's okay ..." She sat
up, stretching her legs out again, careful not to kick Azusa in the process.
"Anyway, that's about what happened. When I came out of it, the first thing I
remembered clearly was being naked on the bed with Osamu unconscious, and
obaachama saying that Osamu had been possessed by something besides lust."
Azusa tried to suppress a giggle, and failed miserably. "Do you think he
still wants you? What are you going to do when you see him?"
"I haven't decided yet. I guess I'll go ahead and meet him, and go with
things from there ..." She paused, looking at her apprentice. "Can you do me a
couple of favors? Just small things, I hate to bother you with them ..."
"It's no trouble," smiled Azusa, "really! I owe you so much as it is,
I'd be happy to help you out. What is it you need?"
Yohko took a deep breath. "Obviously, I need you to handle patrol
yourself tomorrow night; I'm going to pray that nothing comes up in the middle
of my ... date, I guess you could call it." She frowned briefly. "If it does,
I'm going to be really unhappy."
"Never get between a Mamono Hunter and her boyfriend," grinned Azusa.
"Anything else?"
"Don't let mama-chan or obaachama find out about this until after I get
home," Yohko told Azusa. "If either of them hears about it, *I'll* never hear
the end of it from either one - they'll be so busy trying to give me
conflicting advice, suggestions, or instructions that I'll never even see
Osamu-kun." The two girls shared a quiet, nervous laugh over that; Azusa had
come to be very familiar with Sayoko's and Madoka's opposing views on their
(grand-)daughter's sex life (or lack thereof) - views which had quickly
expanded to encompass Azusa, much to the younger girl's chagrin and Yohko's
sympathetic amusement.
"You just worry about having a good time tomorrow night," Azusa told
Yohko later that evening. "If I have anything to say about it, they won't
learn what's going on until after it's too late to do anything."
"Thanks, Azusa-chan," Yohko told her as she finished brushing out her
hair, and began redoing the two braided loops she normally wore her hair in.
"Oh, let me help you with that ..." Azusa hurried over to where Yohko
was sitting in front of the mirror, and started working on one of the braids
with quick, gentle but certain movements of her fingers. "You need to look
great for Osamu ..." She paused briefly, then asked, "Are you going to wear
anything in particular for him? ... y'know, something special?"
The next night, Sayoko and Madoka both put up something of a fuss about
Yohko's leaving the house after dinner, but Yohko persuaded them that she was
just going out to visit a friend and might be staying over. Which, in fact,
was the truth: even if they hadn't seen each other in two years, Yohko still
considered Osamu a friend ... which surprised her a little bit when she
thought about it.
(Two years without talking to each other,) she thought as she sat on the
bus. (But he still remembers me well enough to slip a note into my locker -
assuming it's really him ...) Almost unconsciously, she fingered the magical
ring she wore which allowed her to utilize her full powers as a Mamono Hunter;
the reddish hair ornaments which held her braids in place could amplify her
powers, and Yohko wouldn't dream of leaving the house without her ring or her
hair ornaments. Even if this was supposed to be a night off from her duties,
she had no intention of being caught off-guard. (Besides, Osamu's certain to
remember what my hair looks like ...)
Besides her normal jewelry, Yohko had taken Azusa's advice and was
wearing a white silk blouse, a dark red velvet skirt, and black patent-leather
shoes. The blouse and skirt fit her snugly but not tightly; running would be a
problem, though, as the skirt reached to her knees without allowing much room
for movement. Yohko settled for hoping that she'd have enough time to
transform if a monster showed up unexpectedly, and put the matter out of her
mind beyond that.
Between the bus ride and walking, it was almost eight o'clock by the
time Yohko found the place where Osamu had said he'd meet her. The bridge
hadn't changed, except that there were more cars than she remembered from the
last time; she could still see a few boats in the harbor, moving back towards
the piers to dock for the night.
Her reverie was interrupted by a single word. "Yohko."
Taking a deep breath and holding onto her purse, Yohko turned around to
look at the boy - no, a young man - who was approaching her. Osamu looked
almost the same as when they'd last met, except for being a few inches taller,
and his body a little more developed in terms of musculature. His face was a
bit more mature than it had been, but his light brown hair and dark eyes
hadn't changed at all; Yohko knew that she, too, had changed a little bit, but
neither of them had any doubts about the other's identity.
The only questions were about their feelings.
"Osamu," Yohko greeted him with a slight smile. "It's been a long time,
hasn't it."
Osamu nodded, his gaze drifting briefly down Yohko's body. "Yes ... a
longer time than I thought it would be." He brought his eyes back to her face.
"I'm glad you came here, Yohko-chan ... I was worried."
That got Yohko's attention. "Worried? About what?"
Osamu leaned gently on the railing, his light brown jacket stirred by
the evening breeze. He was dressed much the same way as he'd been when she saw
him first after his possession, with the jacket, green trousers, and a beige
dress shirt with the collar unbuttoned; the only difference, Yohko recognized,
was that these clothes weren't quite as expensive as the suit he'd worn back
then. "After what happened," he finally said quietly, "I thought you might
hate me ... what I did, what I almost did to you, was unforgivable."
"It wasn't your fault, Osamu-kun," Yohko said reassuringly as she stood
next to him. "Obaachama told me that you were possessed; surely she explained
that to you at some point - you weren't in control of your own body."
"Yohko," Osamu asked without looking at her, "how much do you remember
about what happened that night?"
"From the time you kissed me to the time obaachama interrupted," Yohko
admitted, "not much. I remember what happened, but not clearly.... What about
you?"
"All of it." Osamu swallowed, then stood up straight and turned to face
Yohko. "I never told you what happened that afternoon - even before I found
you on the street, when I was possessed myself ... but I remember everything,
in detail." He looked down, his voice softening. "I even still have dreams
about it ..."
Yohko blinked a few times, partly against the breeze that tugged at her
skirt and hair. "Dreams ... ?"
Osamu nodded, refusing to meet her gaze. "I can't forget what happened,
Yohko ... and I can't forgive myself for letting it happen. I ... if your
grandmother hadn't stopped us, I would have raped you, taken your virginity
even though you didn't want me to. That spell was like one of those date-rape
drugs they talk about on the news -"
"Osamu-kun -" Yohko tried to cut him off.
Osamu wouldn't let her. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, "let me say it
... Yohko, the demon knew my desires. It knew that I loved you, and that I
couldn't bring myself to admit it, never mind ask you to ... to be with me;
what I said to you that afternoon, when you were on your way home, was
completely true." He took a breath, forcing himself to look at Yohko again,
gazing into her eyes. Continuing to speak took an effort, but he did: "I love
you, Yohko. I loved you two years ago, when the demon was controlling my body;
when you said that you didn't want to spend the night with me, I *wanted* to
stop, to accept your answer - but the demon wouldn't. The rest of it was like
a dream coming true, and the demon knew it ... but it was a nightmare for me,
because something was happening that you didn't want, that you'd *said* you
didn't want."
Osamu looked down again, swallowing - (He's nervous,) Yohko realized
with a start, (almost as nervous about this as I was!).
"Yohko ... I loved you two years ago, when you became the 108th Mamono
Hunter and saved the world, for the first time of many. When your grandmother
pushed me towards you, I was still too stunned by the fact that we were still
alive, that *you* were still alive and safe, to realize that you might not
love me ... and I still love you now." Mustering his courage, Osamu took a
step forward, gently bringing his hands up to hold Yohko's shoulders; he
looked more afraid than nervous, and she could have broken away from him
easily - but she didn't. "I haven't seen you in two years; I couldn't bring
myself to come to you, to ask if you could forgive me, to say that I really
loved you. I asked your friends how you were doing; I was always relieved to
hear that you were in school, healthy - and when the skies were dark, when my
heart told me that the world was in danger, I prayed to all of the kami and
every buddha I've heard of that you were safe, and strong enough to save all
of our lives. Yohko, I ... I love you. I always have, even from the time we
were innocent children ... and even if you hate me, I'll still love you and
admire you, always."
At first, all Yohko could thing to say was, "I don't hate you, Osamu-
kun. I never blamed you for what happened that night, either."
Osamu nodded, letting his hands slip from Yohko's shoulders. "I'm glad
to hear that, but ..."
Yohko looked down for a moment, trying to find the right words for what
she wanted to say. "Osamu-kun ..."
Osamu raised a hand uncertainly, as though to touch her, then let his
hand fall back to his side, not saying anything.
Finally, the young Mamono Hunter looked up at Osamu again. "Osamu-kun, I
know it took some measure of courage for you to ask me here ... I don't want
to ask why. I'm glad you did; I ... I wasn't sure whether I should try to talk
to you again, after what happened two years ago. I wasn't sure if I could take
it ..."
"Then you don't want to - ?" Osamu's face fell, and he started to take a
step back. "Yohko ..."
"Please wait, Osamu-kun -" Yohko instinctively reached out, catching
hold of one of Osamu's hands; it was hard to say which of the two was more
surprised when their hands touched. "Osamu, I ... I don't know if I can say
the same thing. You're still a friend, a close one ..." She winced a bit,
realizing what she had just blurted out, and held Osamu's hand more tightly as
he tried weakly to pull away.
"If we're just going to be friends," Osamu started, then let out a sigh
and stopped trying to step back from Yohko.
"Osamu, what I'm trying to say is ..." she interrupted, then paused
briefly. "At the very least, I'll always consider you a friend. But maybe
there's more to it than just friendship. You just told me that you love me ...
Osamu, I'm not sure if I love you or not, but I'm not going to force you away.
At least not now."
Osamu stood there for a moment, gazing into the Mamono Hunter's dark
brown eyes, then shifted his hand to interlace his fingers with Yohko's. "Then
your answer is yes ... ?"
Yohko smiled, nodding to Osamu. "This time, yes. If you still want to,
that is ..."
Osamu smiled back at her, bringing his other hand up to cup her cheek;
he murmured Yohko's name softly, then leaned forward to kiss her. It was just
as Yohko remembered, with one exception: when she closed her eyes to savor the
kiss, her consciousness didn't fade as it had two years before.
Yohko paused to look around the hotel room as Osamu closed and locked
the door behind them. "This is the same hotel, isn't it?" Yohko asked, taking
in the surroundings and recognizing some of the room's features - the large
skylight, and the huge bed, both familiar from when she'd regained full
consciousness after Osamu was freed from the demon's control.
Osamu nodded, moving next to Yohko. "The same one," he agreed. "And the
same room, too."
Yohko turned to look at him. "How could you afford this room again? It
has to be -"
He cut her off with a light kiss on the lips, resting his hands gently
on her hips. "Don't worry about it," Osamu told her softly as he drew back
from the kiss. "I just want you to enjoy this ... please."
A faint blush colored Yohko's cheeks, clearly visible to Osamu even in
the room's dimmed lighting, and she leaned up to return his kiss; their lips
met, and this time neither of them tried to pull away, even after a few
seconds. Instead, Yohko let her lips linger against Osamu's for a moment, then
parted her lips slightly to kiss him with more energy.
Osamu responded in kind, hesitantly running the tip of his tongue along
Yohko's lips as he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her body against
his. Yohko didn't try to resist, instead bringing her own arms up to embrace
him in return, and parted her lips further to let Osamu deepen the kiss,
meeting him along the way and guiding his tongue around her mouth. His eyes
widened slightly in surprise, and he hesitated ... just long enough for her to
notice, and pull away slightly, breaking the kiss.
"Osamu ... ?" Yohko murmured quietly, looking up at him. "What's wrong?"
Osamu swallowed quietly, then let go of Yohko with some regret. "I'm
sorry ... I thought ..."
A slight, concerned frown creased Yohko's forehead. "You thought ...
what?"
"I thought ..." Osamu trailed off again, then let out a short, quiet
laugh. "I thought I'd know what to do." He shook his head quietly. "Yohko,
I've imagined us doing this -"
Yohko's eyes widened. "You *what*?" she asked, sounding more than a
little surprised.
Osamu wilted slightly. "Not like that ..." He sighed, turning away from
her for a moment and walking towards the bed. "Yohko, I'm still - this is my
first time, or it might as well be. I thought I'd remember more of what I did
back then, but I don't ..." He stood still, a few paces away from the bed.
"It's not coming back like I thought it would."
Yohko didn't respond right away, and the carpet muffled her footfalls as
she walked up behind Osamu, letting her hug him from behind without his
realizing she was there. "Osamu, is this about what happened when you were
possessed? Or do you really want to do this - to make love to me?" A piece of
her was surprised that she could come out and say it so bluntly.
"Ahh ..." Osamu seemed surprised as well. "I - Yohko-chan, I *do* want
to make love to you ... if you'll let me, if you still want to."
Yohko hugged him a bit tighter. "Osamu-kun, if this is about chasing out
your personal demons, you can't dwell on what happened. Most of all, you
shouldn't force yourself to remember it; if you're thinking about then instead
of now, then you'll lose the moment ... and neither of us wants that."
Osamu pulled away, just far enough to turn around and enfold Yohko in
his arms. "How did you know ... ?"
Yohko looked down a bit. "I guessed, actually ... but it's the same for
me. Osamu, I've never forgotten what I *do* remember from that night, even
though it's kind of hazy for me -"
"Same here," Osamu grinned weakly.
"- but I tried not to dwell on it," Yohko continued. "I would have gone
nuts if I'd kept thinking about what happened. I never thought this would
happen ... Osamu, this is something I never expected, and I definitely never
hoped for it." She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Partly because of ...
well, you know. Eheh," she finished with a nervous little laugh.
Osamu gave her another gentle kiss. "Yohko-chan, if you want to stop,
just say so. I know this was unexpected ..."
Yohko shook her head. "No ... I want to do this. But please, tell me one
thing ... did you ask me to meet you tonight because you really still love me?
Or were you hoping I could help you deal with a demon out of your memories?"
"It's because I love you, Yohko," Osamu answered softly, bringing a hand
up to stroke her cheek. "When I wrote that note, I didn't think the memories
would haunt me if we came this far - I didn't think they'd bother me at all,
really."
"Then don't dwell on them," the young Mamono Hunter responded. "If you
remember something that you think you can use, then don't shove that memory
away - but don't try to remember. Focus on what's here and now." She moved
close again, her bosom pressing gently against Osamu's chest, and tilted her
head so that she could nuzzle the side of his neck.
Osamu let his eyes close as he savored the feeling. "Yohko, if -"
"Shhhhhh," whispered Yohko as she hugged him tightly. "Don't try to talk
unless you really have to ..." She kissed his neck, her lips just brushing
against his skin, then pulled away from him just far enough to kiss him on the
mouth again. She kept her hands where they were, near the small of his back,
resisting the temptation to start undressing him. (Let him set the pace,)
Yohko told herself quietly. (Rushing things won't do any good for either of
us.)
Osamu hesitated for a moment longer, then began to respond to her kiss,
deepening it gradually as Yohko allowed his tongue to slip into her mouth once
more. His hands were resting at her waist again, but at the back rather than
the sides; after a moment's pause, he brought them around to her front,
stroking up to the curve of her breasts, then - almost nervously - gave them a
very gentle squeeze, not entirely sure what to do next.
Yohko shivered just a little bit as she felt Osamu's hands on her
breasts, and inhaled deeply, pressing against his hands more firmly even as
she felt her nipples hardening. Without parting from the kiss, she slid her
own hands up Osamu's sides, then took hold of his hands, gently guiding them
inwards and up to the collar of her blouse; he took the hint and began
unbuttoning it, although somewhat clumsily - partly from the close space his
hands had to work in, and partly from not being able to look at what he was
doing. As Osamu was working, Yohko resumed stroking his sides and back gently,
her hands moving up under his jacket to caress him through his shirt, biding
her time.
A moment later, Yohko's blouse was hanging open in front, and Osamu
reluctantly backed off to catch his breath from the kiss, as well as to take a
look at what was underneath it. Drawing his fingers up from her belly, Osamu
moved the edges of the blouse apart to get a clearer look, and cupped her
breasts in his palms again, stroking them gently through the lacy bra of white
silk, and prompting another gentle shiver of pleasure from Yohko.
Yohko looked up into Osamu's eyes as he gently fondled her, a small
piece of her still surprised - (We're really going to do it ...) - but
unwilling to say anything, for fear of breaking the mood. Instead, she gently
reached up and pushed Osamu's jacket off of his shoulders; he lowered his arms
so that she could slide it down, and let it drop to the floor. Taking a deeper
breath, Yohko nodded to herself and began unfastening Osamu's shirt in turn,
deliberately stroking his chest through the soft material - cotton, she
thought - as she worked her way down to his waist, then tugged the bottom of
the shirt out of his pants and finished undoing the last button. Then, as he'd
done to her, she ran her hands up his lightly muscled chest, bending down to
kiss the newly exposed skin, starting to work her way down as she tried to
push the shirt off his shoulders, removing it as she had his jacket.
Now it was Osamu's turn to shiver, a tingle of pleasure running through
his body as Yohko began kissing her way down his chest. He moved his hands to
her shoulders, taking just a firm enough hold to guide her as he backed
towards the bed, slowly enough to let her keep pace without breaking off from
her attentions. (So this is what it's supposed to be like,) thought the part
of his mind that was still completely clear-headed, (really making love to
somebody ...) The back of his leg bumped gently against the edge of the bed,
and he stopped, putting his hands under Yohko's breasts and lifting upwards;
she straightened up with a soft gasp, looking at him. "What ... ?"
Osamu grinned briefly at her, briefly teasing Yohko's nipples through
her bra with his thumbs. "Sorry," he murmured. "I didn't want to interrupt,
but ..." He let his hands drop, then turned around to pull back the covers
from the bed.
"Ohhhhh," breathed Yohko as she realized what he was doing. "Here, let
me help ..." Before Osamu could react - or before he decided to - she
scrambled across the bed to turn down the covers from the other side.
Osamu chuckled quietly. "You didn't *have* to, but thanks." He climbed
onto the bed, greeting Yohko in the middle with a quick smile, and started to
embrace her again ... but she interrupted him by pulling his shirt down his
arms, immobilizing them for the moment it took to remove it completely. Osamu
shook his head, smiling gently, and then embraced Yohko once more, cradling
her warm, soft body against his chest as he nuzzled the top of her head, his
forehead between the braided loops that her hair was done up in.
Yohko began kissing his chest again, her fingertips trailing over his
skin as she gently forced him down, her breasts brushing occasionally against
his belly. After a moment, she sat up, still caressing his skin as she gazed
into his eyes once more, her breathing slow and deep enough for her breasts to
rise and fall visibly. Their gazes met, eyes seeming to sparkle in the low
light of the hotel room, and for all their uncertainty, both of them knew
there was nothing that they needed to say.
Osamu smiled softly as he gazed up at Yohko, admiring the view she was
giving him - of her face and her body, although the latter was still partly
covered. He chose to leave it that way for the moment, reaching up to take her
wrists in a gentle hold, guiding her hands to the front of his waist. Yohko
glanced down to see where he was leading her hands, then smiled, nodding at
him briefly before starting to unfasten his belt. She could already see a
distinctive bulge in his pants, and she was well aware of what it actually was
... but once she had opened his pants and was starting to pull them down, she
hesitated for a moment, looking at the place where his manhood pushed his
underpants up and out.
Yohko's hesitation didn't go unnoticed, and Osamu stirred, ready to sit
up and pull away if Yohko wasn't ready to go through with it. His movement
seemed to spur her into action again, though, and she pulled his pants down
his legs, leaving him clad only in his underwear as Osamu's trousers joined
the collection of clothes scattered on the floor. Now Osamu sat up again,
kneeling on the bed as he drew Yohko close, her back against his chest, and
began running his hands gently over her body once again. Yohko let out a
pleased sigh, and relaxed, a piece of her remembering this position from two
years before.
Osamu remembered it too, although not only from when he was possessed
and attempting to deflower Yohko: he had been seduced himself, a memory which
was troubling him more than the incident which Yohko was aware of. With an
effort, he thrust aside his memories of the possessed principal's "private
lesson," and continued to cup one of Yohko's breasts as he reached down to
unzip her skirt.
As she felt her skirt loosening around her legs, Yohko gently slid the
fabric down from her waist; a moment later, Osamu's hands were at her waist
again, this time to support Yohko's weight as she managed to kick her skirt
off. She knelt again, and started to lean back against Osamu's chest once more
- but before she could do so, he placed his hands on her back, holding her up
briefly, then reached for the point between her shoulderblades where her bra
was fastened. A second later, she felt the undergarment loosen, freeing her
breasts.
"Don't move," Osamu whispered into her ear, and then he moved around in
front of her. Their eyes met again, and Osamu offered her a small smile as he
reached up to her shoulders, gently taking hold of the shoulder straps and
sliding them down her arms, revealing her breasts completely. Osamu glanced
away long enough to toss Yohko's bra towards her discarded skirt, then looked
back at Yohko, letting his gaze roam freely over her almost naked body;
blushing slightly, Yohko kept her hands at her side and let him look.
Finally, Osamu shook his head very slightly, smiling. "Yohko-chan," he
whispered, "you're ... I don't know what to say." One part of his mind was
thinking very clearly, (I do not deserve this, especially after what happened
before.) The other part was thinking, (She is so *beautiful* ...) He could
feel his manhood straining even more against the confines of his underpants as
he gazed upon the girl whom he loved - no, the young woman whom he loved;
virgin she might be, but Yohko was no mere girl, and Osamu knew it.
Yohko leaned towards him, her breasts rising as she took a breath, and
wrapped her arms gently around his neck. She thought about saying something
back to him, but a kiss seemed more appropriate at the moment. She'd noticed
Osamu's erection while he was kneeling in front of her, and her own loins felt
like they needed something that only Osamu could give. Yohko had felt arousal
before, but never this intensely - and it had never felt so proper. Their lips
met, already parted, and Yohko leaned into Osamu; her hardened nipples brushed
against his chest, and as Osamu fell backwards onto the bed, Yohko thought she
heard both of them letting out a brief, stifled moan of pleasure.
(I can't last like this,) Osamu thought shakily, (and I can't - gods, I
can't enter her when I'm so close to - !) Lying beneath Yohko, he kissed her
hungrily, pulling her soft, warm body against his. For one terrifying moment,
he thought simply the pressure of her weight against his member would trigger
his climax all by itself - that would have embarrassed him, losing control
before he was even inside her! - but thankfully the urgency abated somewhat as
she lifted her weight away from him, parting from the kiss.
Yohko hovered above Osamu on hands and knees, looking over his body as
she had allowed him to inspect her moments before. "Osamu ..." She murmured
his name, then trailed off, leaning down to kiss him again, her soft breasts
with their firm tips brushing his chest once more. As she pulled away again,
Osamu brought his hands up, gently stroking her softness with his fingertips,
tracing patterns which were centered around her nipples. With a soft moan of
delight, Yohko took hold of Osamu's shoulders, and pulled him up to a sitting
position as she sat astride his legs. "I - do you still want to - ?" Her body
felt like it was on fire now, sparks struck from Osamu's gentle touches
heating her insides, and focusing in the place between her thighs. She
couldn't believe she was asking him if he still wanted to finish what they
were starting ...
She needn't have worried; Osamu leaned in to kiss her again, lips parted
and playing against hers, but not deepening the kiss this time. His hands
closed gently on her wrists, and guided them to the front of his waist; then
Osamu pulled away from the kiss and straightened up, still kneeling, but now
so that his thighs were vertical. Yohko's eyes widened slightly as she
realized what he wanted her to do ... and she did it, carefully hooking her
fingers under Osamu's underwear and easing it down past his hips, guiding it
past his erection so that nothing got snagged. Blinking a couple of times at
what stood revealed, she slid his shorts down to his knees, then reached up to
touch Osamu's manhood lightly with a fingertip.
Osamu gasped sharply at the gentle contact, and pulled away into a
sitting position; Yohko yanked her hand back in shock. "Gomen! I -"
Osamu shook his head, fumbling with his underpants. "No, don't
apologize," he gasped again, finally kicking his last piece of clothing away.
"That felt ... Yohko, I want you so badly right now ..."
Yohko blinked once in surprise, then again as Osamu laid his hands on
her shoulders. (Is he going to - ?) Yohko's thoughts stalled out again as
Osamu drew her back towards the head of the bed, then laid her down on her
back so that her head rested on the pillow. "Yohko," Osamu whispered huskily,
"hold as still as you can ..." Before she could ask what he meant, Osamu had
lowered his head, cupping one of her breasts gently in his hand ... and
leaning down to kiss the other, tantalizingly near the nipple. With a soft
gasp, Yohko closed her eyes, her back arching as Osamu kissed her again and
again, fondling her other breast with incredible gentleness ... and then his
lips closed around her areole, his tongue rubbing wetly against her hardened
tip.
Letting out another soft cry of pleasure, Yohko squirmed helplessly
beneath her lover, feeling his other hand stroking along her belly, working
downwards. The sensations were almost familiar now; her skin felt as sensitive
as she remembered from the time when she was enchanted ... but this time,
there was no magic at work, unless they counted the magic which makes the
human body capable of experiencing such pleasure as they were sharing. Osamu
was sucking gently at her nipple now, his fingertips stroking in a tightening
spiral towards the firm, sensitive peak of her other breast; the spiral closed
to a point, and Yohko whimpered softly, shivering as the waves of feeling
rippled through her body.
Osamu pulled away, kneeling between Yohko's legs as he ran his hands
down her inner thighs, smiling as she squirmed and whimpered from the
sensations he was giving her. He slid one hand back up, and gently stroked her
mound with his fingertips, tracing the moist line of her labia through the
soft, damp fabric of her panties. He stopped at the bottom of the line of
moisture, then drew his hand back and repositioned himself, lying partly on
top of Yohko, but shifted to one side so that about half of her body was
uncovered. His fingertips lingered below her navel, a teasingly delicate
contact, and he whispered a simple question into her ear: "May I?"
Gasping, Yohko nodded to him wordlessly, her eyes opening to meet his
inquiring gaze with not only permission, but an intensity that was almost a
demand. Pressing his fingers into her skin, Osamu slid his hand back down
between her legs, this time slipping his hand inside her panties, not merely
stroking her nether regions through the cotton.
The feeling was somewhere between ecstasy and torment for Yohko as
Osamu's fingers explored her private region; she knew now how badly Osamu had
wanted her moments before, when she gave his manhood a cautious brush of her
fingertip - except that this was more deliberate, and in its way, both worse
and better. Osamu wasn't hesitant in his exploration; instead, he ran his
fingers between and around her swelling lips, one delving within her folds as
the others explored the periphery. He drew his fingers back up, then probed
within her again, running his fingertips over the sensitive structures within.
One of them found her clitoris, already swelling from beneath its sheltering
hood, and lingered, eliciting yet another cry of sweet torment from Yohko.
Osamu smiled, glancing at Yohko as he teased her clit again. "You like
that?" he asked softly, giving her a brief kiss on the cheek. "I remember this
now ..."
"So do I," gasped Yohko. "Osamu-chan, please ..." She trailed off,
panting softly as he stroked further, fingertips pausing at the opening he
knew led within her most sensitive part. Osamu hesitated completely for a
moment, holding perfectly still, then sat up and slid Yohko's panties down her
legs, removing and folding them, then moving into position above her.
Then he hesitated again, knowing that this was the point of no return.
"Yohko-chan," Osamu whispered, holding himself over Yohko's body, "if you're
not sure now ... we can still stop."
For a brief moment, Yohko remained silent, and Osamu started to worry
that maybe she would tell him to stop. After what seemed like an eternity,
Yohko drew in a ragged breath, her breasts rising against his chest, and spoke
her answer.
"Osamu ... I'm sure." She tilted her head up, their gazes meeting once
more. "I want to do this. I love you."
Osamu wanted to close his eyes in gratitude, but he restrained himself,
leaning upwards a little bit so that he could continue to hold Yohko's gaze
with his own. "This may hurt a little ..."
Yohko nodded slightly, the only acknowledgement she needed to give.
Osamu placed his hands on the bed on either side of her ribs; she placed her
hands on his shoulders, holding him gently as he gathered himself. Hesitantly,
Osamu lowered himself towards Yohko's body, positioning himself at her
entrance ... and then, with a single thrust, he entered her, breaking past her
virginity with only a little bit of resistance to show for it.
Yohko's breath caught as she felt Osamu pass through her hymen - or what
she had left of it, with all of the fighting and leaping around she did; she
was expecting it to hurt, probably a lot, but there was very little pain.
Noticing her reaction, Osamu held completely still, looking into her eyes with
evident concern; after a few seconds, Yohko nodded up at him, shifting
slightly underneath him - and both of them gasped in surprise pleasure as the
movement caused a wave of pleasure to wash through both of them from the place
where their bodies met. Smiling in rapture, Osamu began to gently move back
and forth, his shaft slipping easily along Yohko's slick, wet passage; her
breath caught again, and Yohko pulled Osamu down, her arms wrapping around his
shoulders and upper back. They began to kiss again, Osamu gradually starting
to pick up speed and force below, their mouths seeking to mimic the joining of
male and female parts.
It was a moment that they both wished could have lasted forever, and
they drew it out as much as they could, neither wishing to climax before the
other did. But in truth, this was their first time making love - Osamu refused
to count what had happened before, with the principal or when he was possessed
- and almost too soon, they came, Osamu reaching his peak just ahead of Yohko,
so close that their cries of ecstasy and fulfillment came almost
simultaneously.
And then it was over. Letting out his breath, Osamu let himself collapse
on top of Yohko, still sheathed inside her, and they cuddled together, their
sweaty bodies still intimately intertwined. Yohko stirred gently as Osamu
returned her embrace, and murmured quietly in pleasure as she felt his manhood
move slightly within her, already shrinking back towards its normal size. The
two of them lay there, savoring each other's presence and the sensations of
their lovemaking, listening to the sounds of the city outside their hotel
room.
After a long moment, Osamu finally broke the silence. "So ..." He
swallowed quietly. "What now?"
Yohko smiled, snuggling against Osamu's chest. "What do you mean, 'what
now?'" she asked softly. "This is just a beginning ..." She squirmed a little
bit, stretching while still embracing her lover. "We can rest a bit ... make
love again if you want to ... or just lie here like this."
Osamu chuckled quietly, idly running his hand over Yohko's back. "We
can't stay here forever ... my parents aren't expecting me home tonight, I
don't know about your family, but come morning -"
He found himself silenced briefly but effectively by a kiss. "If you
want to stay here all night," Yohko told Osamu after kissing him, "we can do
it. Or we can rest for a bit, then leave. But we don't have to decide what's
going to happen so quickly ..." She tilted her head, nuzzling his neck
briefly. "This is just a beginning," she repeated in a tender whisper.
AUTHOR'S AFTERWORD:
Well, that was an interesting process ... n.n;;
To those of you who consider themselves connoisseurs of lemon fanfics: I
would probably appreciate knowing what you think, but it would also help to
know by what standards you're judging my work. I admit to having seen a fair
number of lemons; some of them are little better than smut, while others are
fairly well-written - or so I consider them.
There's also the parallel questions of plot and feasibility. I dislike
lemons which just involve two (or more) characters falling upon one another
for no reason, or a flimsy one; the problem is worsened in my opinion when the
characters normally wouldn't start going at it like rabbits on aphrodisiacs,
but are made to do so anyway. That gave me a particular challenge when I
decided to write a lemon: who did I know enough about to write what was going
to be at least partially a romantic story?
Some people could probably suggest all sorts of possibilities, but many
of them would share one or both of the problems above. However, Mamono Hunter
Yohko struck me as having the best potential: I've seen the OAVs (including
the first one, which remains the most ecchi anime I've watched to date), and
the Yohko-Osamu relationship is canonical. Everything referred to above as
happening "two years ago" actually happened in that first OAV.
Glossary:
ano: A hesitation noise, comparable to "Ummm ..." among English-speakers.
-chan: An affectionate diminutive, most commonly used in reference to females
or children. This suffix is very familiar, and almost always used with the
given name.
-kun: A somewhat familiar diminutive. This may be used (with surname) to
address co-workers or underlings in a work setting, or (with given name, or
sometimes surname) to address friends.
mamono: Demon or monster.
Obaachama: Grandmother. The ending -chama is, as far as I can tell, a
combination of -chan and -sama, denoting a mixture of affection and respect.
Yohko is one of a very few anime characters whom I've heard use -chama to
address *anyone*.
Acknowledgements:
The characters in this fanfic are from the _Mamono Hunter Yohko_ OAVs,
created by Maruyama Masao and Madhouse. I have no legal claim to any of these
characters.
This fanfic should not be posted publically except with the express
permission of the author, Timothy Miller, aka Shachihoko. If posted on a web
site, it should not be placed where minors are likely to read it, due to the
nature of the content.
Tim Miller
trmiller@bcpl.net
August 22, 2000