Patlabor Fan Fiction ❯ You're In Charge II ❯ Tentative Explorations ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: David_A._Tatum 
Asuma gives Noa a hot massage to help her recover from the events in the first "You're In Charge."
Anime/Manga: Patlabor Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Mecha / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2003 | Pages: 14 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Asuma gives Noa a hot massage to help her recover from the events in the first "You're In Charge."
Anime/Manga: Patlabor Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Mecha / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.23.2003 | Pages: 14 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Note Added 9/23/03:
Date: Thursday, August 28, 2003 1:44 PM
My Apologies for the delay. I'd intended to take just 3 months off back
last year (2002) for the summer to work on something original. At the
end of that period, however, my father passed away and my family and I
had to move suddenly. We're only JUST starting to get settled down, and
I'm still having some problems (including one with the router connected
to my new cablemodem -- the hardwired firewall is preventing me from
updating my homepage at the moment, so I haven't been able to fix my
e-mail or update my web page in ages)
If anyone who does anything related to fanfiction (runs a major
archive\review site, writes it, etc.) and will be attending AnimeUSA
(Nov. 21-23 2003 in N. Virginia (Tyson's Corner, technically -- about
20 minutes from my new home)), please let me know. I'm moderating
the fanfic panel there, and I'm VERY desperate for panelists -- I've
only got two tentatives, and I'd like to have 4 panelists and 4
alternates.
If I can't get at least one more panelist, I'll have to cancel the
panel...
which'd be a shame, because while I've been a panelist myself several
times, this is the first time I've moderated one.
Contact me, if interested, at my (relatively) new e-mail of
desaix@anifics.com
About this fic... well, when I first wrote this, I didn't have much of an
idea of what I was going to do. Now, thanks to a IRC conversation with
Andrew "MageOhki" Norris- and others- I now have a general idea. It appears
that Mr. Andrew Norris, who was responsible for the original YiC, took a
Purity test (located at http://www.puritytest.org ). Well, I won't bore you
with the details, but I intend to have Noa beat him on that Purity test...
which means she's going to have to score a 20% before all is said and done.
As you may have noticed if you checked out the test, it can get... pretty
sick. I will TRY and keep it tasteful, and will likely have to include a
major plot to do so (that may get somewhat convoluted) but... well, we'll
see how things go. Oh, and there were notes about plans in the authors
notes (which I have yet to update to reflect this change in direction) which
I will still try and incorporate into the fic.
At any rate, here's the fic. Enjoy.
Tentative Explorations
(A.K.A. You're In Charge 2)
The Second Installment of what I like to call my 'Noa the Submissive
Seductress' saga. Well, saga's kinda too strong a word for it...
A Patlabor LEMON Fanfic by David A. Tatum
Standard Disclaimer:
Patlabor is owned by Headgear and distributed in the US by the U.S. Mangled
Corpse- I mean, U.S. Manga Corps. No claim of ownership is intended.
LEMON Disclaimer:
If you're under the legal age to read adult material in your neck of the
woods, then you're under age to read this fic. If you choose to break the
law, that's your responsibility, not mine.
Author's Notes (If you hate AN's, skip to the start of the fic- there's
nothing important here. Just some amusing stuff.):
Well, I'm finally working on the sequel that has been dragged out of me by
several fans of the original lemon, You're In Charge. I don't really have
any definitive plans for how to end this, at the moment- just a few ideas
for a few odd scenes. I think it'll still have a bit more plot than the
last one, though (I, personally, couldn't WRITE a fic with less plot than
the original You're In Charge). Figure on some WAFFY scenes alternating
around various kinky lemon scenes (of various degrees- most will be rather
light, but I might decide to do something heavy as a changeup. I really
haven't got a clue what I'll be doing yet, actually), largely leaning
towards BDSM encounters.
As a mildly interesting side-note, at one point I was thinking of eventually
writing this sequel to a point where I would be collaborating with Sean
Gaffney on it. Essentially, the plan was for my BDSM-interested Noa and
Asuma to interact with a Kanuka\Takeo Mind Control Lemon (which was supposed
to be Sean's part in all this) and we'd start something along the lines of,
well, Sean's other mind-control lemons (which would definitely be a
challenge for me, as I've never been into the whole mind-control thing as a
plot device, lemony material or not). Um, I later discovered he wasn't
serious about this (and really, it was only briefly mentioned while he was
around on FFIRC. Most of the actual discussion was between me, Cory Holmes,
and Andrew "MageOhki" Norris) despite the fact he'd been begging me to write
some Takeo\Kanuka romance into a Patlabor fanfic. Hey, I thought it would
be the perfect plan... but it was not to be. Unfortunately, that blew all
the few plans I'd made up to that point, and it took me several months to
start over again. One or two of the elements from those ideas may show up
later on, however- I may even throw in some vague references to an
off-camera relationship between the two ladies... but as this fic will be
centered entirely on Noa and Asuma (read- there won't be a scene which
doesn't feature at least one of them) it's unlikely there would be an
opportunity for more than that.
Continuity wise... ah, screw continuity. This is a lemon, after all!
On with the fic.
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Chapter 1
Noa shifted uncomfortably in the chair at her desk. She wasn't the only one
in the office at the time- Takeo Kumagami was sitting right across from her-
so she was trying VERY hard not to raise any questions. That could lead
to... embarrassing answers.
She hid a wistful smile behind some paperwork, recalling the reason that she
was having trouble sitting. Earlier that day, she and Asuma had finally
become lovers. More than that, he'd been willing to fulfill her fantasy of
being dominated... if he was rather clumsy at it, to start with.
It would be a while before they could have another session like the one
they'd had earlier that day. Even now, she was having a hard time hiding
the mild welts on her derriere, despite the fact that he'd been trying very
hard not to leave any marks in that spot. His skill could only improve from
that, and once it did she might not be in a condition to hide that
particular kind of injury from the others. Especially since she really
wanted him to whip her unconscious, next time.
She marveled at her own kinks as she remembered that. While she'd always
found Asuma's command over her alternately amusing and thrilling, she
absolutely DESPISED pain... usually. Often, she'd be unable to function
when she was sore, whether been hurt by a battle or a toothache. She was
able to stand up to a lot of pain when she had to, however. The bruises on
her shoulders from piloting Alphonse was proof enough of that. But NEVER
had she imagined any kind of scenario where she might actually enjoy pain...
Until she had that bikini wax, the previous summer- not more than five
months ago, now that she thought about it. It was at that beachfront
resort, the one where their unit had been given a short 'vacation' after
having discovered the Plessie Conspiracy. She had been thinking about
making her move on Asuma then, but she'd hesitated. The bristly red hair
she'd had... down their... always had grown out straggly, and would likely
be a turn off- or so she feared. She needed to get rid of it. She was
going to just shave it off, when she remembered the unpleasant feeling of
getting a hug from her father when he had a five o'clock shadow on his face.
Noa doubted that Asuma would like being scratched up by her hair, if things
went according to her plans. Therefore, with much trepidation, she'd made
an early-morning appointment with a beauty spa that advertised its waxing
service, intending to undergo the treatment for the first time in her life.
She'd had a night to sleep on things before her appointment, though, and
perhaps that was the problem. She'd had... rather exciting dreams that
night. She didn't really remember them that well, except for a few things.
She remembered that she and Asuma were in Alphonse, and she was upside down
while they, well, did various things in the cramped compartment. She
remembered something about being massaged with hot oils. And, perhaps the
most surprising part of the dream for her, she remembered that she'd been
tied up for most of it.
She'd woken up before dawn the next morning, having set her alarm so she
could make her appointment... but then went back to sleep, returning to
those dreams. She'd made sure the appointment was early enough that no-one
else would be awake to ask her where she was going, but she regretted it,
then. As she had said, her dreams were quite... exciting. When she finally
woke up again an hour later, she didn't have time to clean up before the
waxing, and the evidence of her wet dream was still evident from the
moisture which had matted down the hairs she was intending to get removed.
She very nearly cancelled the appointment that day, but resolved to go
through with it. After all, she was going to see a professional- surely
things like this had happened before, right?
Nevertheless, she was very embarrassed when she arrived at the parlor. If
anything, the problem had just gotten worse. For some odd reason, the
humiliation had started turning her on even more. When she had to strip and
display her bikini area for the waxing, she was literally dripping with
arousal.
Noa had dreaded the actually wax application, having heard from some of her
friends how much it often hurt. And hurt it did- it was incredibly painful,
especially for someone as sensitive as she was, but... for the first time,
she didn't mind the pain. In fact, she'd almost orgasmed over it.
She was so ashamed over her reaction to that treatment that she cancelled
her planned seduction attempt of Asuma.
It took a long time to get over that, but when she finally did she realized
something. She hated pain, by itself... but if she was turned on, well...
pain didn't feel like pain any more. Therefore, her fantasies had started
transforming into kinkier scenes, where she got the idea that she wanted to
be tied up and spanked, whipped, and whatever else Asuma thought of for her.
Even- she grinned as she thought of it- if he wanted to use hot wax on her
bikini area.
And, during the actual session, she really HAD enjoyed it. Especially the
submissive part, where she was allowed to call him 'master' so playfully.
He fumbled quite a bit, but that was to be expected.
The only problem with these fantasies, however, was that NOW, when she
wasn't so turned on, she still felt the evidence of the spanking she had
been giving... and that wasn't nearly so enjoyable.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked from above her.
Noa blinked, looking up into Takeo Kumagami's face. She'd gotten so lost in
her memories that she'd forgotten to look like she was working. "Uh, yeah-
I was just thinking about something."
Takeo smiled gently. "Actually, I was referring to the way you were
sitting- you don't look very comfortable."
Noa blushed slightly. Obviously, she wasn't hiding the pain very well.
Thankfully, she had another answer she could give- one that had the added
benefit of being partly true.
"Oh... well, I'm wearing an old uniform, and it doesn't fit right any more."
She was actually wearing the uniform she'd had back when she first entered
the academy, and she'd grown a little bit (both in the height department and
in the bust) since she'd last worn it. She really only kept the thing
around for sentimental reasons, but when she ran across it when she got back
from her little rooftop encounter with Asuma, she'd grinned playfully and
put it on, hoping to get a 'rise' out of her new lover when he saw her in
the now skin-tight uniform.
Takeo nodded knowingly. "Ah, I know what that's like. I'd let you go and
change, except I need to leave and there needs to be someone here in case
the phone rings. Asuma volunteered to take over for me, though, and I'm
sure he'll let you go if you want."
Noa stifled a grin at Asuma's name by asking, "Where are you going?"
"The airport," Takeo said, smiling. She almost sighed, but then caught
herself. "I'm supposed to pick up Kanuka- she has a new assignment here in
Tokyo, and is going to be using our office space for a while."
Noa smiled. "I hadn't heard she was coming, but it will be nice to see her
again."
Takeo nodded almost too enthusiastically. "Yes, it will. Excuse me, I've
gotta go."
"I'll see you soon," Noa replied, waving as Takeo left her alone.
She took the opportunity to stand up and go through her desk drawer, looking
for a soft pillow she kept there. It took her a few minuted, but finally
she was able to pull it out.
"Ah, that's what you were looking for. Was I a little too rough on you?"
Asuma asked.
Noa spun around to see him standing behind her. He had obviously just been
watching her as she was bent over, and he had a hesitantly lecherous grin on
his face.
"Well, I didn't mind it at the time," she replied, smiling back. "And it's
not too bad, now. Just a little sore, is all. I was expecting it to be
much worse."
Asuma nodded, noticing she was wearing a distractingly tight uniform.
"Well, we're off duty again in about three hours. Let's see if we can't do
something to soothe those minor aches and pains our little game upstairs
caused, then, okay?"
Noa laughed. "As if I'd say no... master."
Asuma just shook his head at her, still unable to believe what had happened
between them. After all, this was now 'his' Noa Izumi, here. She had to
have one of the most innocent-looking faces he'd ever seen, and (when she
wasn't angry) almost always acted how she looked. Yet she had been begging
him to tie her up and spank her mere hours before.
"You can always say no, Noa," Asuma told her softly. "This is only fun if
you enjoy it."
"I don't plan on ever saying no to you," Noa replied similarly. Then she
smiled teasingly. "I reserve the right to complain, though."
* * * * *
It was hard for Noa and Asuma to do their regular busy-work with the
anticipation and excitement of their newfound relationship, but doing
anything else was dangerous at that point. Anyone could walk by at any
moment, after all, and see what they were doing. All they could do was
trade steamy glances at each other across the desks, and that wasn't helping
at all. And, as distracted as they were, doing anything else was likely to
be a disaster.
Gotoh showed up after just an hour, however. He glanced at them and sighed.
"Takeo's gone out to pick up Kanuka, already, hasn't she?"
Noa nodded. "Yes, sir."
The captain of the SV2 slumped into a seat at a desk. "Shinshi's off,
Hiromi's subbing for one of Shinobu's transport drivers, and Ohta's
attending that lecture on marksmanship down at the academy today. There's
no point in you two sticking around- take off. Go home. Have fun."
Noa beamed over at Asuma, who was grinning back as well. "Yes, sir!" they
both chimed, almost dashing out of the office before he could change his
mind.
A few seconds later, Noa looked at him. "Where to?"
Asuma thought about it for a second. "Hmm... I have an idea. Come on."
He lead her down a rarely-used corridor off the mechanic's office wing- so
rarely used that several of the nearby lightbulbs were long dead, and there
were cobwebs and dusty floors all over the place. "Where are we?" Noa
asked, amazed at the condition of the place.
"These were the temporary offices of the construction crew that built this
place," Asuma explained. "I found this place back before you joined us, but
had forgotten all about it until we were searching for that crazy thief who
went underground to live in the sewers with the alligators. It's been
abandoned to save money, so no-one else ever comes down here- not even to
clean the place. In other words, it's the perfect spot to get a little
privacy."
He kept walking until he reached a particular door, and pulled a key out of
his pocket. It didn't look like most of the office keys in the building- in
fact, it looked like a rather generic key.
"Where'd you get the key?" Noa asked, curious.
"Back when Unit 2 was first formed, we had a long delay while we were
waiting to get our first labors- Unit 1 still had the Type 96s back then,
and we had nothing but Captain Gotoh, myself, and Ohta." He unlocked the
door. "Gotoh sent for some old academy instructors to work with each of us
one-on-one on basic techniques- marksmanship, investigation, and so on- so
that we would have a more well-rounded police experience than what they
taught us labor-specialists. Ohta, of course, immediately snapped up the
marksmanship teacher. I, however, got someone who wasn't even a cop- he was
a private investigator. He helped me learn how to break into a place with
lockpics, or make my own key from a wax mold, or do any number of things
involved with searching people's houses or conducting surveillance
exercises. This was the key I made to 'practice' with. As far as I know,
though, no-one else can get into this room."
Noa smiled. "So we've got our own little love-nest?"
"Well, it WAS just my hideaway, for a while," he replied, gesturing for her
to go in as he opened the door.
Noa surveyed the room she had entered. It was dusty and dirty, but
otherwise not too bad. There were some rather old and decrepit looking
crates lying against one wall. One of them had been opened, showing several
dirty bags full of concrete mix that had obviously been abandoned a long
time ago.
Asuma had obviously changed the lightbulbs sometime recently, as one
trashcan still held some flourescent bulbs sticking out of the top, and
there was a cot set up near one wall. Underneath the cot lay a stack of
magazines, a few six-packs of beer, the odd empty beercan, some manga, and a
bags of potato chips and pretzels.
A small television and VCR were also there, raised so that it could be seen
from a lying position on the cot. A few scattered tapes were lying around.
As Asuma busied himself securing the door from possible intrustion, Noa went
to inspect some of the items up close. Among the tapes, she found a few
action movies (including a bootleg copy of the one of the new mecha anime
movies she'd been dying to go see when it came out in the theater earlier
that month), one or two stupid comedies, and what were obviously a large
number of porn titles. Most of those sounded pretty dull to her, but one,
'Bound Up Babes,' caused her to smile a little bit. She vaguely wondered if
he'd be getting any ideas from the film....
She knelt by the cot, glancing at the magazines below. A few pieces were
soft-core magazines like Playboy. Most of them, however, dealt with labors
and the labor industry- one was even a technical and engineering magazine.
Apparently, in addition to his 'inside sources' at Shinohara Heavy
Industries, Asuma used more traditional methods to keep abreast of the other
companies out there. A concerned look briefly flashed over Noa's face as
that train of thought reminded her of his estrangement from his father. She
truly cared for Asuma, and it was fairly obvious that the conflict still
affected him. However, she reminded herself, he usually seemed to be happy-
even when he was grumpy, it was a PLAYFUL grumpiness nowadays.
The manga were less interesting- one H Manga, yes, but it, too, was rather
soft-core. The rest of them were an assortment of various titles one would
expect someone his age to read- some mecha, some action, some comedy, but
not a single shoujo-manga in the bunch.
Noa clucked as she down, wincing from her bruises.. "I was hoping you'd
have something more embarrasing than a few old Playboys and some rather
dull-sounding porn tapes. I mean, sheesh, I've got a better collection than
this. It probably wouldn't be to your taste, though."
Asuma shrugged. "We're not here to watch porn, anyway. Strip."
Noa blinked for a moment, surprised at the commanding tone in his voice.
After a few seconds, however, she said, "Yes, master," and started pulling
off her cloths. Given the tone of his voice, she opted for speed over
sensuality... and, considering he wasn't even looking at her, that was
likely the right choice.
He walked over to the TV. "Well, you've had a chance to see what tapes I've
got. Anything here interest you? If you think my porn collection's too
dull, I'll put in something else."
This was definitely different from what Noa was expecting, but she shrugged
and gave him an honest answer. "Bound Up Babes sounds like it might be a
little fun, but I'm not sure whether I want to see that now or later.
Outside of that, well... anything with mecha would be nice. What are we doi
ng?"
Asuma glanced at her, checking her progress. She was pretty much done, so
he said, "Lie face-down on the cot. You're getting your wounds treated."
Noa blinked. "Really, Asuma, they aren't that bad, and-"
"Noa," he snapped, once again in that commanding tone. "If you really want
me to be your 'master,' at least let me have a chance to do things my way,
okay?"
She sighed. Noa had hoped for a more... interesting follow-up to their
rooftop romp, but it looked like Asuma was being a mother hen. "Fine... if
all you're doing is treating my wounds, put in that new mecha movie, will
you?"
She lay down on the cot as he'd directed, resting her chin on her arms to
watch television. Asuma smiled faintly, picked up a movie seemingly at
random, and popped it into the VCR. It wasn't the bootleg- in fact, it was
a tape she'd seen before- but it was better than nothing. And it seemed as
if he was planning on giving her nothing else, much to her disappointment.
Satisfied that she was being entertained, Asuma crossed over to her,
kneeling at her side to examine her injuries. Noa felt as his fingers
tentatively probed the area around the bruises in a very clinical fashion.
It was almost as if he'd given up all interest in her body, already... which
really upset her. But if he had really just wanted her for the 'one night
stand' she had offered, then why had he bothered to bring her down here, and
show off his private retreat?
A couple minutes into the movie, Asuma said, "Flip over. I need to check
your other injuries, too."
Grumbling to herself, Noa complied. It was kind of difficult to continue to
watch the film when she was resting on her back, but she somehow managed.
It's not like what Asuma was doing was that interesting- at least, not the
way he was doing it. The way his fingers were tracing the welts and bruises
on her breasts felt cold and impersonal.
'Maybe he's worried about hurting me,' Noa considered. 'I can't believe he
doesn't care for me. Maybe he's so worried about what he did that he isn't
able to do anything else until he's certain he won't harm me more than I can
handle. Still, the way he's acting is making me uncomfortable.'
"Hmm," Asuma mused. "Okay, spread your legs a little- I need to get a
better look at the damage there, too."
Sighing, Noa did as he asked. This was as bad as a gynocological exam.
However, she surprised herself with how well she was taking all of this. As
close as Asuma was looking at her, she'd have been at least a little
embarrassed, even with her doctors. With Asuma, well... she almost felt he
owned her body, anyway- that was how the game was played for a submissive
like herself- so why should she be concerned if he wanted to look at her?
His touches, this time, were harder to ignore. They were still just as
clinically dull as before, but they were made to a much more sensitive area,
one that was a bit more receptive to touch at the moment thanks to the minor
swelling caused by the whip-like force of Asuma's belt-strap. It was just a
minor tingle, though, in her lower extremities, and she was still able to
concentrate on the television, instead.
"Okay, I've seen enough," Asuma said, standing and brushing some dust off of
his pants. "Turn over again- I need to be able to treat some of your
bruises."
'This is getting boring,' Noa thought to herself, once more following his
direction. 'Maybe when the movie's done, I should suggest we go out to eat.
At least then, I'd probably be able to enjoy the food.'
Asuma moved over to the corner of the room, towards a box which obviously
contained some of the supplies he had brought down to equip his storage room
hideaway. He pulled something out of it, glancing at it. He appeared less
then satisfied, but nodded to himself nonetheless.
"I'm going to give you a massage," he warned, returning to her side. "It
should help you sit and move around without attracting too much unwanted
attention, and hopefully with help those pains and aches go away.
Unfortunately, I don't have enough, uh, lotion to use all over your back, so
I'll just apply it to your injuries."
A massage? Well, that could be interesting. 'Maybe,' Noa thought, 'I
shouldn't give up on having some "fun," after all.'
Her hopes were nearly dashed, though, as his hands pressed against her back
in a way that was obviously intended to be more theraputic than erotic.
While he obviously wasn't skilled as a masseuse, it wasn't bad- in fact, Noa
found it was quite pleasing. It was still disappointing, however.
Nevertheless, her attention on the tape was starting to wander.
It surprised Noa a little that he was starting on her upper back, since he'd
claimed he was just 'treating her wounds,' but she wasn't complaining. His
knuckles kneeded pleasantly into the area around her shoulders and neck, and
then started moving downwards. 'Well,' Noa thought. 'I guess our
relationship shouldn't always be based on sex, and this isn't too bad. Nice
and sweet, I suppose. But I was in the mood for more....'
Asuma stopped briefly after having massaged his way down to the small of her
back, and Noa felt something rather cold being squirted onto her rear end.
Then his fingers smoothed the creamy substance into the bruised curves of
her rump. As he did, the balm heated... apparently going from icy to near
burning.
"Wow!" Noa crowed, blinking. "What is that stuff?"
"Icy Hot," Asuma replied. "It's a sports cream. Now... turn over. I've
gotta get the rest of those bruises."
Noa remembered where most of the rest of her bruises were located, and
exploded into a giant smile. So, he wasn't going to just leave her hanging
after all. The anticipation of what he was going to do was turning her on
enough that she believed that she might enjoy the pain, and unless she
missed her guess he had ideas for after her 'treatment' as well that she'd
find, well, pleasing to say the least.
Now completely ignoring her movie, she turned over with a sensual stretch,
arching her back out and pushing up her breasts invitingly. Finally, she
saw his face, and knew from the lecherous smirk on his lips he'd planned
this all along. "Of course, master," Noa replied, a lilt in her voice.
Suddenly, though, the confident look in Asuma's face faltered. "I, uh, hope
this isn't too much for you. It can be painful even on places which are
much less sensitive than your-"
"Shut up and do it, master," Noa snapped, recalling with annoyance his
initial hesitation on the rooftop. One of these days, she hoped, she'd be
able to get him to do this kind of thing to her without reluctance. It
would likely take a while, though... but maybe he was at the point where he
wouldn't stop once he got started.
Nodding a little reluctantly, he squeezed two seperate dollops of the joint
relief lotion right onto the very nubs of her nipples. The amount he placed
on each, though, was a little too much to stay in place and rolled down onto
the surrounding areolas. Asuma set the Icy Hot down, and proceeded to use
his hands to spread it around.
Her tiny breasts were surprisingly malleable underneath his fingers, which
were squishing and pinching her... not harshly, but nonetheless powerfully.
They jiggled and bounced as his fingers slid around them and he palmed them.
As he worked, she could feel the greasy feel of the cold sports cream cover
her chest. At some point, even while his hands were still rubbing the
substance into her skin, the burning sensation started to take effect.
It was, in Noa's opinion, glorious. The pain was enough to make her writh
visciously, thrusting her breasts out again in a manner that showed the oily
coating glisten. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but that was what she had wanted.
The way it hurt was perfect for her.
Distantly, she realized Asuma had stopped working on her chest, and was now
telling her to spread her legs to he could apply it to the rest of her
bruises. Without thought she complied, stretching herself as wide as she
could go, offering herself for more of her lover's punishing care.
Asuma placed the remaining cream in the tube right along the edges of her
slit in a thick concentration. The part of Noa's mind that could still
think wondered if she could stand it- she was pretty sure there was a limit
to the amound of pain she could take before it stopped being pleasurable.
She could feel that he had come pretty close to it when he applied the Icy
Hot to her nipples, but she was too irrational with pleasurable pain to do
anything to stop him.
Asuma's fingers started smoothing the cream around the outer edge of that
pale patch of skin between her thighs, continually moving closer and closer
to the center. Noa was too far gone, however, to think about what he was
doing. It was... yes, painful, but also the most powerful sexual experience
of her young life. 'Funny,' she thought absently, in a rare moment of
rational thought. 'This is the second time for me- and the second time with
Asuma. And we have yet to try anything NORMAL. Oh, well- that's fine by
me.'
That little window of clarity disappeared immediately, however, when Asuma
had finally reached his goal. His fingers, slipping over the tiny little
jutting node which just happened to be the most sensitive part of her body
and greasing it up lightly with the sports cream he had been so lovingly
applying to the rest of her, send even more shock waves shooting through her
body. Before she felt the burning heat of the Icy Hot, she could sense that
he was allowing his fingers to linger, carefully caressing that most
important nub with the utmost attention.
Then the pain hit. And it was a glorious pain. Noa could tell it had gone
past the limit where she normally would have enjoyed it, even as turned on
as this sort of game usually left her in her fantasies, but it didn't
matter. The pain was washed away, lost in the other sensations as her
orgasm arrived.
Noa could tell she was screaming. In pain or pleasure, she didn't know
which, but at that point it was unimportant. Somewhere along the line,
she'd lost control of her body- it was trembling and twitching, her hands
grasping tightly against the cloth blankets on her cot. She couldn't see-
her eyes were open, but she her brain wasn't taking in anything they might
have glanced upon. Her ears were dulled to the point her own shrieks were
inaudibly muffled. It was her best yet, and it wasn't even finished.
At some point, she dimly became aware of the fact that Asuma (still, oddly
enough, fully clothed) had grabbed her up into his arm and was cradling her
against his chest. He was saying something to her, but she couldn't tell
what- not at first. Finally, she came down enough that she was able to make
sense of what he was saying.
"...alright? Noa, answer me! Did I hurt you? I'm sorry! Please, are you
okay? Say something!"
Her vision sharpened instantly, and she took in his face, imploring her to
respond. She tried to open her mouth to say something, only to realize it
was already open and that she was still screaming. Immediately, she
stopped.
Asuma's look took on a more desperate tinge, but this time there was a faint
bit of hope in his eyes. "Noa?" he whispered tenderly.
"Oh... gods... that was good," she finally breathed, reaching a hand up to
tenderly caress his brow.
"'That was good?' Is that all you can say?! I was worried sick, here!"
Asuma snapped, all traces of the tender, concerned person he had been wiped
away into the same angry, sour expression he wore whenever he had been
fighting with his father.
Noa instantly regretted the casual remark she had just made. "Sorry,
master. I... wow. That was too much for me to deal with all at once. I
don't even know if I felt the last bit of that stuff you put on me- I think
I was already too far gone to notice." She shook her head, still dazed.
"Sorry I worried you."
Asuma sighed, his anger disappearing instantly. "It's alright. I was
just... look this is still new for both of us. When you started
screaming... well, I'm just glad this place is relatively soundproof and
well out of anybody's way. If anyone had been out in the hallway, they
would have thought I was killing you in here."
Noa laughed lethargically. "I'm not sure I would survive another one of
those, so they might have been right. I would have died happy, though."
"Looks like I already wore you out," Asuma sighed, just holding her for a
while. Finally, after some time cuddling, he started sniffing the air for a
minute. "Uh, I think you'll smell of sports cream for a few hours. I
should have thought of that beforehand."
Noa shrugged carelessly, enjoying the warmth of his hold. "So what? I've
used this sort of stuff before, and no-one's said anything. Of course, I
haven't used it this WAY, before...."
Asuma laughed, releasing her and sitting up on the cot. "I suppose that's
true- although I never noticed the scent on you before, I probably wouldn't
have asked anything if I'd ever smelled it." He got up and went over to the
television, bending over to inspect the VCR controls. His uniform pants
showed off his uniform in a rather... interesting way.
Noa grinned at the sight, but then remembered something. He'd just given
her the most incredible experience of her life, and what had she given him?
Nothing more than a near heart attack. It wasn't a good thing to leave your
master unsatisfied like that, after all.
Reaching out, she grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and yanked him
closer. "Come here, Master- we aren't done yet."
Asuma stumbled back and tumbled into her lap. He blinked at her in
surprise. "You know, it doesn't really make much sense to call me 'Master'
if you're going to order me around."
Noa pouted up at him. "Well, you're still learning, Master. What kind of a
'personal Noa Izumi' would I be if I didn't see to it that my
master-in-training remembered the things he is forgetting?"
Asuma sighed. "Oh? And what might I be forgetting, huh?"
Noa blushed slightly, but started unbuttoning his trousers. "Um, when my
mom was giving me my first sex talk, she called it the 'Blowjob Principle.'
If you do something 'nice' for me, I'm supposed to make sure you don't go
away... unsatisfied."
Asuma blinked. "Did you just say-"
He was cut off as Noa yanked down his pants and boxers. With a quick impish
grin up at him, she dived forward.
"Noa!" Asuma gasped as her mouth closing around him. Her teeth scraped him
once- a bit uncomfortably, but not painfully- before she learned to cover
them with her lips. She engulfed him as deep as she dared, and then brought
her tongue into action, swirling it around to create an added vacuum as it
stroked him. Then she started bobbing her head up and down. Those talks
with her mother had definitely been informative, especially when it came to
this kind of activity.
It didn't take her long for their rewards to spring forth, and she found a
slightly bitter fluid with the consistancy of a raw egg to start filling her
mouth. She held it in her mouth until he was done, and then smiled up at
him again, a little hesitantly this time. She didn't want to spill anything
accidentally.
"S'it 'r s'allo', 'asser?" Noa mumbled, struggling to talk through the
liquid.
Asuma blinked. It took him a moment to understand what she was asking, and
then that took him aback. He'd never had something like this happen to him,
before, and had never expected to have to answer that question. "Uh...
well, I dunno. I guess I'll say swallow, since we can't clean it up very
well if you spit."
Noa looked at him with disgust- when was he going to become his usually
decisive self in their little role-playing games, anyway?- and then
swallowed the slimy gunk. "Thank you, master," she said. "But you should
have told me to do that, for you- I shouldn't have had to take the
initiative."
Asuma grimmace, realizing there was no real way for them to clean up. He
pulled up his pants and boxers, then sat on the bunk next to her and looked
into Noa's eyes.
"You'll actually do anything I ask you to, won't you?" he said.
Noa blinked. There was a tone in his voice she wasn't sure she could
identify, but there was no question in her mind what the answer was.
"Anything at all, master!"
"So if I asked you to do something really off the wall, like... like..." He
pondered for a moment, trying to come up with something extreme. "Like
getting a piercing somewhere other than your ears, you'd do that?"
Noa grinned widely. "In all honesty, master, that's not very demanding. I
don't have any unusual piercings yet, but I've got some rings that I never
intended to wear in my ears at home. I've just been waiting for someone
like you to tell me to wear them."
Asuma flushed slightly. "Oh, uh... well, then. How about if I, say, uh...
well, geez, that was the most extreme thing I can think of."
Noa sighed. "I suppose I've got a book or two at home which might give you
some more ideas, master."
Asuma laughed nervously. "That might be helpful. But I've gotta come up
with something that might challenge you- I really want to know how far you
will go for me."
Noa shook her head, a serious expression on her face. "Master, you don't
understand. I will do ANYTHING you ask of me. You could ask me to endure
the most extreme tortures ever devised by mankind, and while it may go over
the amount of pain I enjoy I would take it with a smile because of you. You
could ask me to sleep with another woman, and even though I don't enjoy that
kind of thing I would do it for you. If it came down do it, I would risk
death, for a mere moment of your pleasure. I am yours, master- you need to
realize that."
A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "So if I were to test you by, say,
telling you that I want you to give up Alphonse and quit the force, you'd do
it?"
Noa opened her mouth to reply, then closed it as what he said hit her. He
was asking her to give up on her beloved Alphonse? Something told her that
this question was not theoretical to him. "Are... are you going to ask me
to?" she stuttered.
Asuma looked at her darkly. "Yes, I will," he said. "If we want to make
this relationship work, I will have to ask you to leave Alphonse."
Noa closed her eyes, swallowed, and nodded. Well, she had already pledged
she would die for him, hadn't she? Alphonse was less important than that,
wasn't he? So why shouldn't she be willing to give up Alphonse for Asuma's
sake? She noticed that a tear was travelling down her cheek- she never
expected she would have to really make that choice- but she knew her answer.
"Okay. Since you ask it of me, I will give him up."
Asuma grinned, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Noa sniffed
slightly- she was losing one of the best things in her life, just for this
man. Why? She wasn't entirely sure. But she knew her decision was the
right one for her.
"Noa," Asuma said softly, lifting her chin with his index finger as he wiped
her tears away with his thumbs. "Noa, look at me."
She did as he said. He looked a little blurry through her tears, but she
looked at him nonetheless. "Yes, master?"
"I said I would have to ask you to leave Alphonse. Some day, if our
relationship works, I will ask you to marry me. If we get married, one of
us will have to resign from the force or be transferred. I've seen how hard
this job is on Shinshi's marraige because they are apart, and don't want
that to happen in any marraige of mine." He grinned. "But you don't really
need to worry about that right now- I'm not ready to ask yet. By the time I
do, who knows? The brass may get rid of Alphonse by than, anyway. He's not
getting any younger, you know."
Noa looked up at him, confused. "I... don't have to give up Alphonse after
all?"
"Not yet."
She jumped into his lap and hugged him fiercely. "Thank you, master!"
Asuma laughed, hugging her back. "Come on, get dressed. We've got a few
more hours to kill- let's go for a walk and see if we can find something
'inspiring,' shall we?"
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David A. Tatum
desaix@sysnet.net
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Date: Thursday, August 28, 2003 1:44 PM
My Apologies for the delay. I'd intended to take just 3 months off back
last year (2002) for the summer to work on something original. At the
end of that period, however, my father passed away and my family and I
had to move suddenly. We're only JUST starting to get settled down, and
I'm still having some problems (including one with the router connected
to my new cablemodem -- the hardwired firewall is preventing me from
updating my homepage at the moment, so I haven't been able to fix my
e-mail or update my web page in ages)
If anyone who does anything related to fanfiction (runs a major
archive\review site, writes it, etc.) and will be attending AnimeUSA
(Nov. 21-23 2003 in N. Virginia (Tyson's Corner, technically -- about
20 minutes from my new home)), please let me know. I'm moderating
the fanfic panel there, and I'm VERY desperate for panelists -- I've
only got two tentatives, and I'd like to have 4 panelists and 4
alternates.
If I can't get at least one more panelist, I'll have to cancel the
panel...
which'd be a shame, because while I've been a panelist myself several
times, this is the first time I've moderated one.
Contact me, if interested, at my (relatively) new e-mail of
desaix@anifics.com
About this fic... well, when I first wrote this, I didn't have much of an
idea of what I was going to do. Now, thanks to a IRC conversation with
Andrew "MageOhki" Norris- and others- I now have a general idea. It appears
that Mr. Andrew Norris, who was responsible for the original YiC, took a
Purity test (located at http://www.puritytest.org ). Well, I won't bore you
with the details, but I intend to have Noa beat him on that Purity test...
which means she's going to have to score a 20% before all is said and done.
As you may have noticed if you checked out the test, it can get... pretty
sick. I will TRY and keep it tasteful, and will likely have to include a
major plot to do so (that may get somewhat convoluted) but... well, we'll
see how things go. Oh, and there were notes about plans in the authors
notes (which I have yet to update to reflect this change in direction) which
I will still try and incorporate into the fic.
At any rate, here's the fic. Enjoy.
Tentative Explorations
(A.K.A. You're In Charge 2)
The Second Installment of what I like to call my 'Noa the Submissive
Seductress' saga. Well, saga's kinda too strong a word for it...
A Patlabor LEMON Fanfic by David A. Tatum
Standard Disclaimer:
Patlabor is owned by Headgear and distributed in the US by the U.S. Mangled
Corpse- I mean, U.S. Manga Corps. No claim of ownership is intended.
LEMON Disclaimer:
If you're under the legal age to read adult material in your neck of the
woods, then you're under age to read this fic. If you choose to break the
law, that's your responsibility, not mine.
Author's Notes (If you hate AN's, skip to the start of the fic- there's
nothing important here. Just some amusing stuff.):
Well, I'm finally working on the sequel that has been dragged out of me by
several fans of the original lemon, You're In Charge. I don't really have
any definitive plans for how to end this, at the moment- just a few ideas
for a few odd scenes. I think it'll still have a bit more plot than the
last one, though (I, personally, couldn't WRITE a fic with less plot than
the original You're In Charge). Figure on some WAFFY scenes alternating
around various kinky lemon scenes (of various degrees- most will be rather
light, but I might decide to do something heavy as a changeup. I really
haven't got a clue what I'll be doing yet, actually), largely leaning
towards BDSM encounters.
As a mildly interesting side-note, at one point I was thinking of eventually
writing this sequel to a point where I would be collaborating with Sean
Gaffney on it. Essentially, the plan was for my BDSM-interested Noa and
Asuma to interact with a Kanuka\Takeo Mind Control Lemon (which was supposed
to be Sean's part in all this) and we'd start something along the lines of,
well, Sean's other mind-control lemons (which would definitely be a
challenge for me, as I've never been into the whole mind-control thing as a
plot device, lemony material or not). Um, I later discovered he wasn't
serious about this (and really, it was only briefly mentioned while he was
around on FFIRC. Most of the actual discussion was between me, Cory Holmes,
and Andrew "MageOhki" Norris) despite the fact he'd been begging me to write
some Takeo\Kanuka romance into a Patlabor fanfic. Hey, I thought it would
be the perfect plan... but it was not to be. Unfortunately, that blew all
the few plans I'd made up to that point, and it took me several months to
start over again. One or two of the elements from those ideas may show up
later on, however- I may even throw in some vague references to an
off-camera relationship between the two ladies... but as this fic will be
centered entirely on Noa and Asuma (read- there won't be a scene which
doesn't feature at least one of them) it's unlikely there would be an
opportunity for more than that.
Continuity wise... ah, screw continuity. This is a lemon, after all!
On with the fic.
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Chapter 1
Noa shifted uncomfortably in the chair at her desk. She wasn't the only one
in the office at the time- Takeo Kumagami was sitting right across from her-
so she was trying VERY hard not to raise any questions. That could lead
to... embarrassing answers.
She hid a wistful smile behind some paperwork, recalling the reason that she
was having trouble sitting. Earlier that day, she and Asuma had finally
become lovers. More than that, he'd been willing to fulfill her fantasy of
being dominated... if he was rather clumsy at it, to start with.
It would be a while before they could have another session like the one
they'd had earlier that day. Even now, she was having a hard time hiding
the mild welts on her derriere, despite the fact that he'd been trying very
hard not to leave any marks in that spot. His skill could only improve from
that, and once it did she might not be in a condition to hide that
particular kind of injury from the others. Especially since she really
wanted him to whip her unconscious, next time.
She marveled at her own kinks as she remembered that. While she'd always
found Asuma's command over her alternately amusing and thrilling, she
absolutely DESPISED pain... usually. Often, she'd be unable to function
when she was sore, whether been hurt by a battle or a toothache. She was
able to stand up to a lot of pain when she had to, however. The bruises on
her shoulders from piloting Alphonse was proof enough of that. But NEVER
had she imagined any kind of scenario where she might actually enjoy pain...
Until she had that bikini wax, the previous summer- not more than five
months ago, now that she thought about it. It was at that beachfront
resort, the one where their unit had been given a short 'vacation' after
having discovered the Plessie Conspiracy. She had been thinking about
making her move on Asuma then, but she'd hesitated. The bristly red hair
she'd had... down their... always had grown out straggly, and would likely
be a turn off- or so she feared. She needed to get rid of it. She was
going to just shave it off, when she remembered the unpleasant feeling of
getting a hug from her father when he had a five o'clock shadow on his face.
Noa doubted that Asuma would like being scratched up by her hair, if things
went according to her plans. Therefore, with much trepidation, she'd made
an early-morning appointment with a beauty spa that advertised its waxing
service, intending to undergo the treatment for the first time in her life.
She'd had a night to sleep on things before her appointment, though, and
perhaps that was the problem. She'd had... rather exciting dreams that
night. She didn't really remember them that well, except for a few things.
She remembered that she and Asuma were in Alphonse, and she was upside down
while they, well, did various things in the cramped compartment. She
remembered something about being massaged with hot oils. And, perhaps the
most surprising part of the dream for her, she remembered that she'd been
tied up for most of it.
She'd woken up before dawn the next morning, having set her alarm so she
could make her appointment... but then went back to sleep, returning to
those dreams. She'd made sure the appointment was early enough that no-one
else would be awake to ask her where she was going, but she regretted it,
then. As she had said, her dreams were quite... exciting. When she finally
woke up again an hour later, she didn't have time to clean up before the
waxing, and the evidence of her wet dream was still evident from the
moisture which had matted down the hairs she was intending to get removed.
She very nearly cancelled the appointment that day, but resolved to go
through with it. After all, she was going to see a professional- surely
things like this had happened before, right?
Nevertheless, she was very embarrassed when she arrived at the parlor. If
anything, the problem had just gotten worse. For some odd reason, the
humiliation had started turning her on even more. When she had to strip and
display her bikini area for the waxing, she was literally dripping with
arousal.
Noa had dreaded the actually wax application, having heard from some of her
friends how much it often hurt. And hurt it did- it was incredibly painful,
especially for someone as sensitive as she was, but... for the first time,
she didn't mind the pain. In fact, she'd almost orgasmed over it.
She was so ashamed over her reaction to that treatment that she cancelled
her planned seduction attempt of Asuma.
It took a long time to get over that, but when she finally did she realized
something. She hated pain, by itself... but if she was turned on, well...
pain didn't feel like pain any more. Therefore, her fantasies had started
transforming into kinkier scenes, where she got the idea that she wanted to
be tied up and spanked, whipped, and whatever else Asuma thought of for her.
Even- she grinned as she thought of it- if he wanted to use hot wax on her
bikini area.
And, during the actual session, she really HAD enjoyed it. Especially the
submissive part, where she was allowed to call him 'master' so playfully.
He fumbled quite a bit, but that was to be expected.
The only problem with these fantasies, however, was that NOW, when she
wasn't so turned on, she still felt the evidence of the spanking she had
been giving... and that wasn't nearly so enjoyable.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked from above her.
Noa blinked, looking up into Takeo Kumagami's face. She'd gotten so lost in
her memories that she'd forgotten to look like she was working. "Uh, yeah-
I was just thinking about something."
Takeo smiled gently. "Actually, I was referring to the way you were
sitting- you don't look very comfortable."
Noa blushed slightly. Obviously, she wasn't hiding the pain very well.
Thankfully, she had another answer she could give- one that had the added
benefit of being partly true.
"Oh... well, I'm wearing an old uniform, and it doesn't fit right any more."
She was actually wearing the uniform she'd had back when she first entered
the academy, and she'd grown a little bit (both in the height department and
in the bust) since she'd last worn it. She really only kept the thing
around for sentimental reasons, but when she ran across it when she got back
from her little rooftop encounter with Asuma, she'd grinned playfully and
put it on, hoping to get a 'rise' out of her new lover when he saw her in
the now skin-tight uniform.
Takeo nodded knowingly. "Ah, I know what that's like. I'd let you go and
change, except I need to leave and there needs to be someone here in case
the phone rings. Asuma volunteered to take over for me, though, and I'm
sure he'll let you go if you want."
Noa stifled a grin at Asuma's name by asking, "Where are you going?"
"The airport," Takeo said, smiling. She almost sighed, but then caught
herself. "I'm supposed to pick up Kanuka- she has a new assignment here in
Tokyo, and is going to be using our office space for a while."
Noa smiled. "I hadn't heard she was coming, but it will be nice to see her
again."
Takeo nodded almost too enthusiastically. "Yes, it will. Excuse me, I've
gotta go."
"I'll see you soon," Noa replied, waving as Takeo left her alone.
She took the opportunity to stand up and go through her desk drawer, looking
for a soft pillow she kept there. It took her a few minuted, but finally
she was able to pull it out.
"Ah, that's what you were looking for. Was I a little too rough on you?"
Asuma asked.
Noa spun around to see him standing behind her. He had obviously just been
watching her as she was bent over, and he had a hesitantly lecherous grin on
his face.
"Well, I didn't mind it at the time," she replied, smiling back. "And it's
not too bad, now. Just a little sore, is all. I was expecting it to be
much worse."
Asuma nodded, noticing she was wearing a distractingly tight uniform.
"Well, we're off duty again in about three hours. Let's see if we can't do
something to soothe those minor aches and pains our little game upstairs
caused, then, okay?"
Noa laughed. "As if I'd say no... master."
Asuma just shook his head at her, still unable to believe what had happened
between them. After all, this was now 'his' Noa Izumi, here. She had to
have one of the most innocent-looking faces he'd ever seen, and (when she
wasn't angry) almost always acted how she looked. Yet she had been begging
him to tie her up and spank her mere hours before.
"You can always say no, Noa," Asuma told her softly. "This is only fun if
you enjoy it."
"I don't plan on ever saying no to you," Noa replied similarly. Then she
smiled teasingly. "I reserve the right to complain, though."
* * * * *
It was hard for Noa and Asuma to do their regular busy-work with the
anticipation and excitement of their newfound relationship, but doing
anything else was dangerous at that point. Anyone could walk by at any
moment, after all, and see what they were doing. All they could do was
trade steamy glances at each other across the desks, and that wasn't helping
at all. And, as distracted as they were, doing anything else was likely to
be a disaster.
Gotoh showed up after just an hour, however. He glanced at them and sighed.
"Takeo's gone out to pick up Kanuka, already, hasn't she?"
Noa nodded. "Yes, sir."
The captain of the SV2 slumped into a seat at a desk. "Shinshi's off,
Hiromi's subbing for one of Shinobu's transport drivers, and Ohta's
attending that lecture on marksmanship down at the academy today. There's
no point in you two sticking around- take off. Go home. Have fun."
Noa beamed over at Asuma, who was grinning back as well. "Yes, sir!" they
both chimed, almost dashing out of the office before he could change his
mind.
A few seconds later, Noa looked at him. "Where to?"
Asuma thought about it for a second. "Hmm... I have an idea. Come on."
He lead her down a rarely-used corridor off the mechanic's office wing- so
rarely used that several of the nearby lightbulbs were long dead, and there
were cobwebs and dusty floors all over the place. "Where are we?" Noa
asked, amazed at the condition of the place.
"These were the temporary offices of the construction crew that built this
place," Asuma explained. "I found this place back before you joined us, but
had forgotten all about it until we were searching for that crazy thief who
went underground to live in the sewers with the alligators. It's been
abandoned to save money, so no-one else ever comes down here- not even to
clean the place. In other words, it's the perfect spot to get a little
privacy."
He kept walking until he reached a particular door, and pulled a key out of
his pocket. It didn't look like most of the office keys in the building- in
fact, it looked like a rather generic key.
"Where'd you get the key?" Noa asked, curious.
"Back when Unit 2 was first formed, we had a long delay while we were
waiting to get our first labors- Unit 1 still had the Type 96s back then,
and we had nothing but Captain Gotoh, myself, and Ohta." He unlocked the
door. "Gotoh sent for some old academy instructors to work with each of us
one-on-one on basic techniques- marksmanship, investigation, and so on- so
that we would have a more well-rounded police experience than what they
taught us labor-specialists. Ohta, of course, immediately snapped up the
marksmanship teacher. I, however, got someone who wasn't even a cop- he was
a private investigator. He helped me learn how to break into a place with
lockpics, or make my own key from a wax mold, or do any number of things
involved with searching people's houses or conducting surveillance
exercises. This was the key I made to 'practice' with. As far as I know,
though, no-one else can get into this room."
Noa smiled. "So we've got our own little love-nest?"
"Well, it WAS just my hideaway, for a while," he replied, gesturing for her
to go in as he opened the door.
Noa surveyed the room she had entered. It was dusty and dirty, but
otherwise not too bad. There were some rather old and decrepit looking
crates lying against one wall. One of them had been opened, showing several
dirty bags full of concrete mix that had obviously been abandoned a long
time ago.
Asuma had obviously changed the lightbulbs sometime recently, as one
trashcan still held some flourescent bulbs sticking out of the top, and
there was a cot set up near one wall. Underneath the cot lay a stack of
magazines, a few six-packs of beer, the odd empty beercan, some manga, and a
bags of potato chips and pretzels.
A small television and VCR were also there, raised so that it could be seen
from a lying position on the cot. A few scattered tapes were lying around.
As Asuma busied himself securing the door from possible intrustion, Noa went
to inspect some of the items up close. Among the tapes, she found a few
action movies (including a bootleg copy of the one of the new mecha anime
movies she'd been dying to go see when it came out in the theater earlier
that month), one or two stupid comedies, and what were obviously a large
number of porn titles. Most of those sounded pretty dull to her, but one,
'Bound Up Babes,' caused her to smile a little bit. She vaguely wondered if
he'd be getting any ideas from the film....
She knelt by the cot, glancing at the magazines below. A few pieces were
soft-core magazines like Playboy. Most of them, however, dealt with labors
and the labor industry- one was even a technical and engineering magazine.
Apparently, in addition to his 'inside sources' at Shinohara Heavy
Industries, Asuma used more traditional methods to keep abreast of the other
companies out there. A concerned look briefly flashed over Noa's face as
that train of thought reminded her of his estrangement from his father. She
truly cared for Asuma, and it was fairly obvious that the conflict still
affected him. However, she reminded herself, he usually seemed to be happy-
even when he was grumpy, it was a PLAYFUL grumpiness nowadays.
The manga were less interesting- one H Manga, yes, but it, too, was rather
soft-core. The rest of them were an assortment of various titles one would
expect someone his age to read- some mecha, some action, some comedy, but
not a single shoujo-manga in the bunch.
Noa clucked as she down, wincing from her bruises.. "I was hoping you'd
have something more embarrasing than a few old Playboys and some rather
dull-sounding porn tapes. I mean, sheesh, I've got a better collection than
this. It probably wouldn't be to your taste, though."
Asuma shrugged. "We're not here to watch porn, anyway. Strip."
Noa blinked for a moment, surprised at the commanding tone in his voice.
After a few seconds, however, she said, "Yes, master," and started pulling
off her cloths. Given the tone of his voice, she opted for speed over
sensuality... and, considering he wasn't even looking at her, that was
likely the right choice.
He walked over to the TV. "Well, you've had a chance to see what tapes I've
got. Anything here interest you? If you think my porn collection's too
dull, I'll put in something else."
This was definitely different from what Noa was expecting, but she shrugged
and gave him an honest answer. "Bound Up Babes sounds like it might be a
little fun, but I'm not sure whether I want to see that now or later.
Outside of that, well... anything with mecha would be nice. What are we doi
ng?"
Asuma glanced at her, checking her progress. She was pretty much done, so
he said, "Lie face-down on the cot. You're getting your wounds treated."
Noa blinked. "Really, Asuma, they aren't that bad, and-"
"Noa," he snapped, once again in that commanding tone. "If you really want
me to be your 'master,' at least let me have a chance to do things my way,
okay?"
She sighed. Noa had hoped for a more... interesting follow-up to their
rooftop romp, but it looked like Asuma was being a mother hen. "Fine... if
all you're doing is treating my wounds, put in that new mecha movie, will
you?"
She lay down on the cot as he'd directed, resting her chin on her arms to
watch television. Asuma smiled faintly, picked up a movie seemingly at
random, and popped it into the VCR. It wasn't the bootleg- in fact, it was
a tape she'd seen before- but it was better than nothing. And it seemed as
if he was planning on giving her nothing else, much to her disappointment.
Satisfied that she was being entertained, Asuma crossed over to her,
kneeling at her side to examine her injuries. Noa felt as his fingers
tentatively probed the area around the bruises in a very clinical fashion.
It was almost as if he'd given up all interest in her body, already... which
really upset her. But if he had really just wanted her for the 'one night
stand' she had offered, then why had he bothered to bring her down here, and
show off his private retreat?
A couple minutes into the movie, Asuma said, "Flip over. I need to check
your other injuries, too."
Grumbling to herself, Noa complied. It was kind of difficult to continue to
watch the film when she was resting on her back, but she somehow managed.
It's not like what Asuma was doing was that interesting- at least, not the
way he was doing it. The way his fingers were tracing the welts and bruises
on her breasts felt cold and impersonal.
'Maybe he's worried about hurting me,' Noa considered. 'I can't believe he
doesn't care for me. Maybe he's so worried about what he did that he isn't
able to do anything else until he's certain he won't harm me more than I can
handle. Still, the way he's acting is making me uncomfortable.'
"Hmm," Asuma mused. "Okay, spread your legs a little- I need to get a
better look at the damage there, too."
Sighing, Noa did as he asked. This was as bad as a gynocological exam.
However, she surprised herself with how well she was taking all of this. As
close as Asuma was looking at her, she'd have been at least a little
embarrassed, even with her doctors. With Asuma, well... she almost felt he
owned her body, anyway- that was how the game was played for a submissive
like herself- so why should she be concerned if he wanted to look at her?
His touches, this time, were harder to ignore. They were still just as
clinically dull as before, but they were made to a much more sensitive area,
one that was a bit more receptive to touch at the moment thanks to the minor
swelling caused by the whip-like force of Asuma's belt-strap. It was just a
minor tingle, though, in her lower extremities, and she was still able to
concentrate on the television, instead.
"Okay, I've seen enough," Asuma said, standing and brushing some dust off of
his pants. "Turn over again- I need to be able to treat some of your
bruises."
'This is getting boring,' Noa thought to herself, once more following his
direction. 'Maybe when the movie's done, I should suggest we go out to eat.
At least then, I'd probably be able to enjoy the food.'
Asuma moved over to the corner of the room, towards a box which obviously
contained some of the supplies he had brought down to equip his storage room
hideaway. He pulled something out of it, glancing at it. He appeared less
then satisfied, but nodded to himself nonetheless.
"I'm going to give you a massage," he warned, returning to her side. "It
should help you sit and move around without attracting too much unwanted
attention, and hopefully with help those pains and aches go away.
Unfortunately, I don't have enough, uh, lotion to use all over your back, so
I'll just apply it to your injuries."
A massage? Well, that could be interesting. 'Maybe,' Noa thought, 'I
shouldn't give up on having some "fun," after all.'
Her hopes were nearly dashed, though, as his hands pressed against her back
in a way that was obviously intended to be more theraputic than erotic.
While he obviously wasn't skilled as a masseuse, it wasn't bad- in fact, Noa
found it was quite pleasing. It was still disappointing, however.
Nevertheless, her attention on the tape was starting to wander.
It surprised Noa a little that he was starting on her upper back, since he'd
claimed he was just 'treating her wounds,' but she wasn't complaining. His
knuckles kneeded pleasantly into the area around her shoulders and neck, and
then started moving downwards. 'Well,' Noa thought. 'I guess our
relationship shouldn't always be based on sex, and this isn't too bad. Nice
and sweet, I suppose. But I was in the mood for more....'
Asuma stopped briefly after having massaged his way down to the small of her
back, and Noa felt something rather cold being squirted onto her rear end.
Then his fingers smoothed the creamy substance into the bruised curves of
her rump. As he did, the balm heated... apparently going from icy to near
burning.
"Wow!" Noa crowed, blinking. "What is that stuff?"
"Icy Hot," Asuma replied. "It's a sports cream. Now... turn over. I've
gotta get the rest of those bruises."
Noa remembered where most of the rest of her bruises were located, and
exploded into a giant smile. So, he wasn't going to just leave her hanging
after all. The anticipation of what he was going to do was turning her on
enough that she believed that she might enjoy the pain, and unless she
missed her guess he had ideas for after her 'treatment' as well that she'd
find, well, pleasing to say the least.
Now completely ignoring her movie, she turned over with a sensual stretch,
arching her back out and pushing up her breasts invitingly. Finally, she
saw his face, and knew from the lecherous smirk on his lips he'd planned
this all along. "Of course, master," Noa replied, a lilt in her voice.
Suddenly, though, the confident look in Asuma's face faltered. "I, uh, hope
this isn't too much for you. It can be painful even on places which are
much less sensitive than your-"
"Shut up and do it, master," Noa snapped, recalling with annoyance his
initial hesitation on the rooftop. One of these days, she hoped, she'd be
able to get him to do this kind of thing to her without reluctance. It
would likely take a while, though... but maybe he was at the point where he
wouldn't stop once he got started.
Nodding a little reluctantly, he squeezed two seperate dollops of the joint
relief lotion right onto the very nubs of her nipples. The amount he placed
on each, though, was a little too much to stay in place and rolled down onto
the surrounding areolas. Asuma set the Icy Hot down, and proceeded to use
his hands to spread it around.
Her tiny breasts were surprisingly malleable underneath his fingers, which
were squishing and pinching her... not harshly, but nonetheless powerfully.
They jiggled and bounced as his fingers slid around them and he palmed them.
As he worked, she could feel the greasy feel of the cold sports cream cover
her chest. At some point, even while his hands were still rubbing the
substance into her skin, the burning sensation started to take effect.
It was, in Noa's opinion, glorious. The pain was enough to make her writh
visciously, thrusting her breasts out again in a manner that showed the oily
coating glisten. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but that was what she had wanted.
The way it hurt was perfect for her.
Distantly, she realized Asuma had stopped working on her chest, and was now
telling her to spread her legs to he could apply it to the rest of her
bruises. Without thought she complied, stretching herself as wide as she
could go, offering herself for more of her lover's punishing care.
Asuma placed the remaining cream in the tube right along the edges of her
slit in a thick concentration. The part of Noa's mind that could still
think wondered if she could stand it- she was pretty sure there was a limit
to the amound of pain she could take before it stopped being pleasurable.
She could feel that he had come pretty close to it when he applied the Icy
Hot to her nipples, but she was too irrational with pleasurable pain to do
anything to stop him.
Asuma's fingers started smoothing the cream around the outer edge of that
pale patch of skin between her thighs, continually moving closer and closer
to the center. Noa was too far gone, however, to think about what he was
doing. It was... yes, painful, but also the most powerful sexual experience
of her young life. 'Funny,' she thought absently, in a rare moment of
rational thought. 'This is the second time for me- and the second time with
Asuma. And we have yet to try anything NORMAL. Oh, well- that's fine by
me.'
That little window of clarity disappeared immediately, however, when Asuma
had finally reached his goal. His fingers, slipping over the tiny little
jutting node which just happened to be the most sensitive part of her body
and greasing it up lightly with the sports cream he had been so lovingly
applying to the rest of her, send even more shock waves shooting through her
body. Before she felt the burning heat of the Icy Hot, she could sense that
he was allowing his fingers to linger, carefully caressing that most
important nub with the utmost attention.
Then the pain hit. And it was a glorious pain. Noa could tell it had gone
past the limit where she normally would have enjoyed it, even as turned on
as this sort of game usually left her in her fantasies, but it didn't
matter. The pain was washed away, lost in the other sensations as her
orgasm arrived.
Noa could tell she was screaming. In pain or pleasure, she didn't know
which, but at that point it was unimportant. Somewhere along the line,
she'd lost control of her body- it was trembling and twitching, her hands
grasping tightly against the cloth blankets on her cot. She couldn't see-
her eyes were open, but she her brain wasn't taking in anything they might
have glanced upon. Her ears were dulled to the point her own shrieks were
inaudibly muffled. It was her best yet, and it wasn't even finished.
At some point, she dimly became aware of the fact that Asuma (still, oddly
enough, fully clothed) had grabbed her up into his arm and was cradling her
against his chest. He was saying something to her, but she couldn't tell
what- not at first. Finally, she came down enough that she was able to make
sense of what he was saying.
"...alright? Noa, answer me! Did I hurt you? I'm sorry! Please, are you
okay? Say something!"
Her vision sharpened instantly, and she took in his face, imploring her to
respond. She tried to open her mouth to say something, only to realize it
was already open and that she was still screaming. Immediately, she
stopped.
Asuma's look took on a more desperate tinge, but this time there was a faint
bit of hope in his eyes. "Noa?" he whispered tenderly.
"Oh... gods... that was good," she finally breathed, reaching a hand up to
tenderly caress his brow.
"'That was good?' Is that all you can say?! I was worried sick, here!"
Asuma snapped, all traces of the tender, concerned person he had been wiped
away into the same angry, sour expression he wore whenever he had been
fighting with his father.
Noa instantly regretted the casual remark she had just made. "Sorry,
master. I... wow. That was too much for me to deal with all at once. I
don't even know if I felt the last bit of that stuff you put on me- I think
I was already too far gone to notice." She shook her head, still dazed.
"Sorry I worried you."
Asuma sighed, his anger disappearing instantly. "It's alright. I was
just... look this is still new for both of us. When you started
screaming... well, I'm just glad this place is relatively soundproof and
well out of anybody's way. If anyone had been out in the hallway, they
would have thought I was killing you in here."
Noa laughed lethargically. "I'm not sure I would survive another one of
those, so they might have been right. I would have died happy, though."
"Looks like I already wore you out," Asuma sighed, just holding her for a
while. Finally, after some time cuddling, he started sniffing the air for a
minute. "Uh, I think you'll smell of sports cream for a few hours. I
should have thought of that beforehand."
Noa shrugged carelessly, enjoying the warmth of his hold. "So what? I've
used this sort of stuff before, and no-one's said anything. Of course, I
haven't used it this WAY, before...."
Asuma laughed, releasing her and sitting up on the cot. "I suppose that's
true- although I never noticed the scent on you before, I probably wouldn't
have asked anything if I'd ever smelled it." He got up and went over to the
television, bending over to inspect the VCR controls. His uniform pants
showed off his uniform in a rather... interesting way.
Noa grinned at the sight, but then remembered something. He'd just given
her the most incredible experience of her life, and what had she given him?
Nothing more than a near heart attack. It wasn't a good thing to leave your
master unsatisfied like that, after all.
Reaching out, she grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and yanked him
closer. "Come here, Master- we aren't done yet."
Asuma stumbled back and tumbled into her lap. He blinked at her in
surprise. "You know, it doesn't really make much sense to call me 'Master'
if you're going to order me around."
Noa pouted up at him. "Well, you're still learning, Master. What kind of a
'personal Noa Izumi' would I be if I didn't see to it that my
master-in-training remembered the things he is forgetting?"
Asuma sighed. "Oh? And what might I be forgetting, huh?"
Noa blushed slightly, but started unbuttoning his trousers. "Um, when my
mom was giving me my first sex talk, she called it the 'Blowjob Principle.'
If you do something 'nice' for me, I'm supposed to make sure you don't go
away... unsatisfied."
Asuma blinked. "Did you just say-"
He was cut off as Noa yanked down his pants and boxers. With a quick impish
grin up at him, she dived forward.
"Noa!" Asuma gasped as her mouth closing around him. Her teeth scraped him
once- a bit uncomfortably, but not painfully- before she learned to cover
them with her lips. She engulfed him as deep as she dared, and then brought
her tongue into action, swirling it around to create an added vacuum as it
stroked him. Then she started bobbing her head up and down. Those talks
with her mother had definitely been informative, especially when it came to
this kind of activity.
It didn't take her long for their rewards to spring forth, and she found a
slightly bitter fluid with the consistancy of a raw egg to start filling her
mouth. She held it in her mouth until he was done, and then smiled up at
him again, a little hesitantly this time. She didn't want to spill anything
accidentally.
"S'it 'r s'allo', 'asser?" Noa mumbled, struggling to talk through the
liquid.
Asuma blinked. It took him a moment to understand what she was asking, and
then that took him aback. He'd never had something like this happen to him,
before, and had never expected to have to answer that question. "Uh...
well, I dunno. I guess I'll say swallow, since we can't clean it up very
well if you spit."
Noa looked at him with disgust- when was he going to become his usually
decisive self in their little role-playing games, anyway?- and then
swallowed the slimy gunk. "Thank you, master," she said. "But you should
have told me to do that, for you- I shouldn't have had to take the
initiative."
Asuma grimmace, realizing there was no real way for them to clean up. He
pulled up his pants and boxers, then sat on the bunk next to her and looked
into Noa's eyes.
"You'll actually do anything I ask you to, won't you?" he said.
Noa blinked. There was a tone in his voice she wasn't sure she could
identify, but there was no question in her mind what the answer was.
"Anything at all, master!"
"So if I asked you to do something really off the wall, like... like..." He
pondered for a moment, trying to come up with something extreme. "Like
getting a piercing somewhere other than your ears, you'd do that?"
Noa grinned widely. "In all honesty, master, that's not very demanding. I
don't have any unusual piercings yet, but I've got some rings that I never
intended to wear in my ears at home. I've just been waiting for someone
like you to tell me to wear them."
Asuma flushed slightly. "Oh, uh... well, then. How about if I, say, uh...
well, geez, that was the most extreme thing I can think of."
Noa sighed. "I suppose I've got a book or two at home which might give you
some more ideas, master."
Asuma laughed nervously. "That might be helpful. But I've gotta come up
with something that might challenge you- I really want to know how far you
will go for me."
Noa shook her head, a serious expression on her face. "Master, you don't
understand. I will do ANYTHING you ask of me. You could ask me to endure
the most extreme tortures ever devised by mankind, and while it may go over
the amount of pain I enjoy I would take it with a smile because of you. You
could ask me to sleep with another woman, and even though I don't enjoy that
kind of thing I would do it for you. If it came down do it, I would risk
death, for a mere moment of your pleasure. I am yours, master- you need to
realize that."
A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "So if I were to test you by, say,
telling you that I want you to give up Alphonse and quit the force, you'd do
it?"
Noa opened her mouth to reply, then closed it as what he said hit her. He
was asking her to give up on her beloved Alphonse? Something told her that
this question was not theoretical to him. "Are... are you going to ask me
to?" she stuttered.
Asuma looked at her darkly. "Yes, I will," he said. "If we want to make
this relationship work, I will have to ask you to leave Alphonse."
Noa closed her eyes, swallowed, and nodded. Well, she had already pledged
she would die for him, hadn't she? Alphonse was less important than that,
wasn't he? So why shouldn't she be willing to give up Alphonse for Asuma's
sake? She noticed that a tear was travelling down her cheek- she never
expected she would have to really make that choice- but she knew her answer.
"Okay. Since you ask it of me, I will give him up."
Asuma grinned, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Noa sniffed
slightly- she was losing one of the best things in her life, just for this
man. Why? She wasn't entirely sure. But she knew her decision was the
right one for her.
"Noa," Asuma said softly, lifting her chin with his index finger as he wiped
her tears away with his thumbs. "Noa, look at me."
She did as he said. He looked a little blurry through her tears, but she
looked at him nonetheless. "Yes, master?"
"I said I would have to ask you to leave Alphonse. Some day, if our
relationship works, I will ask you to marry me. If we get married, one of
us will have to resign from the force or be transferred. I've seen how hard
this job is on Shinshi's marraige because they are apart, and don't want
that to happen in any marraige of mine." He grinned. "But you don't really
need to worry about that right now- I'm not ready to ask yet. By the time I
do, who knows? The brass may get rid of Alphonse by than, anyway. He's not
getting any younger, you know."
Noa looked up at him, confused. "I... don't have to give up Alphonse after
all?"
"Not yet."
She jumped into his lap and hugged him fiercely. "Thank you, master!"
Asuma laughed, hugging her back. "Come on, get dressed. We've got a few
more hours to kill- let's go for a walk and see if we can find something
'inspiring,' shall we?"
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David A. Tatum
desaix@sysnet.net
http://davecon.anifics.com
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