w00t for YohRen
This is my first lemon. Please offer any constructive critisism you can. ^-^
Title: Detention
Author: Author-sama
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Series: Shaman King
Pairing: YohRen
Rating: M (Mature; don't ask, it's just the retarded Fanfiction.net ratings system)
Challenge: 16, the classroom or “teacher hit me with a ruler”
Ren flipped the page of his latest mystery novel, gripping the book as if his life depended on it. Of all the mysteries he’d ever read, this was the most intense. The main protagonist was just about to reveal the identity of the serial killer…
“Ren?” The Chinese shaman’s thoughts were interrupted by Asakura Yoh crawling into his lap. Ren sighed, but inserted his bookmark into the book and placed it down.
“Yes?”
“Wanna go at it?” Yoh was always so blunt. Ren frowned.
“Yoh, I really don’t. I want to finish my book.” Yoh stuck his lower lip out in a pout and snaked his arms around Ren’s neck.
“You can read your book later.”
“It’s the exciting conclusion,” Ren protested. Yoh whined slightly, but Ren refused to give up, and simply picked up his book again.
“Well, at least tell me what it’s about,” Yoh sniffled, curling up in Ren’s lap and making it nearly impossible for the Chinese shaman to hold his book out in order to read it. Ren sighed heavily.
“It’s about a serial killer who attacks schoolgirls. The hero is this detective who has just added up all the clues and is about to announce the killer’s true identity. Please let me read.” Yoh thought about this for a moment, then slipped off of Ren’s lap and into his room. Ren watched him for a moment, then returned to his book.
‘Obviously,’ Scarlett announced triumphantly, ‘this wasn’t just some inside job - the killer has been all over the country. Therefore, it couldn’t have been Whittle the janitor.’
Ren gasped. All of the clues thus far had pointed to Whittle the janitor.
‘Furthermore,’ the detective smirked, ‘the girls all bore the same cuts on their arms, like a signiture.’
Ren leaned forward in his seat, reading as quickly as he could.
‘However, these are not the markings of Madame DuPalier. Therefore, it cannot be her.’
Ren bit his lip. He was sure that if it wasn’t Whittle, it had to be Madame.
‘In conclusion, my fine colleagues,’ Scarlett concluded, ‘the serial killer is
“Ren?” Ren began to tremble. He was so close to discovering who the murderer was. Willing himself not to throw the book at Yoh, the purple-haired shaman looked up.
His jaw dropped.
Yoh rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, which were covered by knee-high, white socks and black buckle-up shoes. The good-natured shaman was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, with a sailor-style shirt and micro-mini pleated skirt. Yoh had tied his hair up into two ponytails with ribbons. He smiled sweetly at Ren, whose mouth was flapping noiselessly, not unlike a fish out of water.
“Hi,” Yoh purred. Ren dropped his book, which made Yoh grin. The brunette walked forward slowly and sat down in Ren’s lap. The Chinese shaman’s face flushed violently as Yoh’s arms curled around his neck, and the Japanese shaman pulled him into a slow kiss.
“Y-Yoh…” Ren whispered as he pulled back, “where did you get that outfit?” Yoh just smiled, swinging one leg around to Ren’s other side so that he was straddling the younger shaman. Ren’s face was getting redder and redder. Sure, this wasn’t the first time he and Yoh had done this, but he’d never seen Yoh in the schoolgirl outfit before. Feeling his heart pounding, Ren couldn’t help thinking this was the most attractive Yoh had ever appeared to him.
Ren placed his hands on Yoh’s waist. The sailor shirt was very short, and Ren could see Yoh’s bellybutton peeking out over the miniskirt. Nervously, Ren slipped his hands down to rest on Yoh’s thighs. Yoh giggled at the touch.
“That tickles!” he squeaked. Ren’s heart began to pound, but he grinned wickedly.
“Oh, it does, does it?” he whispered teasingly, sliding his hands up and down Yoh’s legs slowly. Yoh giggled, hugging Ren tightly. Gaining some confidence, Ren slipped a hand underneath the skirt. Yoh squeaked excitedly, and Ren couldn’t help smiling as his hand brushed over what felt like a pair of girl’s panties. “Seriously, Yoh, where did you get this outfit?” Yoh just continued making his funny, cutesy little noises.
Ren noticed a tugging, and glanced down to see Yoh undoing the clasps on his usual belly shirt. Ren pulled his arms away for a moment so that Yoh could slide the shirt off. Once this task was completed, Yoh wrapped his arms around Ren’s neck and leaned in for another passionate kiss. Ren tilted his head to the side and opened Yoh’s mouth with his own. Gently, he pushed his tongue into Yoh’s mouth, an action that was quite obviously very appreciated. Yoh let out a soft moan as Ren’s tongue caressed his own and ran slowly along the back of his teeth.
While this was going on, Ren’s hands slowly slipped back over the skirt and beneath Yoh’s sailor shirt. Yoh gasped into Ren’s mouth as the latter traced Yoh’s spine with his index finger. Ren leaned back on the couch he was sitting on, pulling Yoh on top of him as Ren undid the little buttons on the back of the sailor shirt. Soon after, he removed it from Yoh’s body. The brunette sighed softly as his long kiss with Ren broke, and the Chinese shaman slowly ran his tongue along Yoh’s jaw, right up to his earlobe. Gently, Ren nibbled on the earlobe, and Yoh squeaked, jumping further up into Ren’s lap. Ren ran his fingers down Yoh’s back again, causing the older shaman to shudder, and rested his hands on the backs of Yoh’s legs. Yoh began to moan softly as Ren kissed his neck, stopping here and there to suck gently on his skin. His hands began sliding up Yoh’s legs again.
“Ren…” So far, this was the only word Yoh had managed to get out. He gasped and moaned as Ren’s hands slid underneath the skirt and ran expertly over the tops of Yoh’s thighs, just beneath the panties. Ren put some pressure here and there, then moved his hands up slowly to the top of the panties. His fingertips rested there, and his thumbs extended downward to push on Yoh’s thighs. Very, very slowly, Ren’s thumbs slipped beneath the panties.
Ren couldn’t help the slow, seductive smile that crept onto his lips as Yoh’s eyes fluttered. Slowly at first, but with increasing confidence, Ren began rubbing his thumbs against Yoh. A low moan escaped Yoh’s lips, and he leaned forward to kiss Ren deeply. Ren returned the kiss and moved his hands so that his palms were over the front of Yoh’s panties. Without warning, Ren pressed his hands down hard.
“Ren!” Yoh yelled, breaking away from their kiss. Ren pressed harder, kneading that one spot. Yoh began making a lot of noise, but every sound seemed positive, so Ren continued his actions with increasing speed and pressure. Yoh’s arms around his neck kept tightening and tightening, and Ren could sense the brunette’s body reacting to his touch. Not long after, Ren could feel a wet, sticky substance covering his hands. Yoh moaned softly, burying his head in Ren’s chest.
Ren peeled his hands away from Yoh and rolled the shaman over so that Yoh was on his back on the couch. The purple-haired shaman undid the buttons that held the skirt on and tugged it off. The panties Yoh had worn were soaked, and Ren pulled them off slowly. Yoh sighed softly as Ren leaned down and kissed his lips gently.
“I love you,” Ren whispered softly.
“I know,” Yoh answered with a smile. “I love you, too.”
Carefully, Yoh’s hands slipped to Ren’s waist, where the brunette began untying the sash holding Ren’s pants up. He pulled the sash off, and immediately, Ren’s pants drooped. With a small sigh, Ren pulled his poofy pants down so that all he still wore were his boxers. Yoh gave an excited squeak as he tugged on said boxers. Ren couldn’t help smiling softly at the expression on Yoh’s face.
Somehow, even though what conspired next between them was slow and passionate, it struck Ren as a blur as to what happened. He remembered Yoh falling asleep almost instantly, though, and watching the younger shaman sleep like an angel. Ren smiled softly as he curled up next to Yoh, pulling a blanket over them both. Glancing down, Ren noticed that his book was still open from when he’d dropped it earlier. Leaning over Yoh, he read the last line of the chapter, the exciting revelation of the man who was going after pretty schoolgirls.
‘…Sandy, the hot-headed lover of the first schoolgirl found.’
Somehow, as he fell asleep in Yoh’s arms, Ren found this conclusion very amusing.
Please read and let me know what you think! ^-^ *radiates newbie-ness*
Title: Detention
Author: Author-sama
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Series: Shaman King
Pairing: YohRen
Rating: M (Mature; don't ask, it's just the retarded Fanfiction.net ratings system)
Challenge: 16, the classroom or “teacher hit me with a ruler”
Ren flipped the page of his latest mystery novel, gripping the book as if his life depended on it. Of all the mysteries he’d ever read, this was the most intense. The main protagonist was just about to reveal the identity of the serial killer…
“Ren?” The Chinese shaman’s thoughts were interrupted by Asakura Yoh crawling into his lap. Ren sighed, but inserted his bookmark into the book and placed it down.
“Yes?”
“Wanna go at it?” Yoh was always so blunt. Ren frowned.
“Yoh, I really don’t. I want to finish my book.” Yoh stuck his lower lip out in a pout and snaked his arms around Ren’s neck.
“You can read your book later.”
“It’s the exciting conclusion,” Ren protested. Yoh whined slightly, but Ren refused to give up, and simply picked up his book again.
“Well, at least tell me what it’s about,” Yoh sniffled, curling up in Ren’s lap and making it nearly impossible for the Chinese shaman to hold his book out in order to read it. Ren sighed heavily.
“It’s about a serial killer who attacks schoolgirls. The hero is this detective who has just added up all the clues and is about to announce the killer’s true identity. Please let me read.” Yoh thought about this for a moment, then slipped off of Ren’s lap and into his room. Ren watched him for a moment, then returned to his book.
‘Obviously,’ Scarlett announced triumphantly, ‘this wasn’t just some inside job - the killer has been all over the country. Therefore, it couldn’t have been Whittle the janitor.’
Ren gasped. All of the clues thus far had pointed to Whittle the janitor.
‘Furthermore,’ the detective smirked, ‘the girls all bore the same cuts on their arms, like a signiture.’
Ren leaned forward in his seat, reading as quickly as he could.
‘However, these are not the markings of Madame DuPalier. Therefore, it cannot be her.’
Ren bit his lip. He was sure that if it wasn’t Whittle, it had to be Madame.
‘In conclusion, my fine colleagues,’ Scarlett concluded, ‘the serial killer is
“Ren?” Ren began to tremble. He was so close to discovering who the murderer was. Willing himself not to throw the book at Yoh, the purple-haired shaman looked up.
His jaw dropped.
Yoh rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, which were covered by knee-high, white socks and black buckle-up shoes. The good-natured shaman was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, with a sailor-style shirt and micro-mini pleated skirt. Yoh had tied his hair up into two ponytails with ribbons. He smiled sweetly at Ren, whose mouth was flapping noiselessly, not unlike a fish out of water.
“Hi,” Yoh purred. Ren dropped his book, which made Yoh grin. The brunette walked forward slowly and sat down in Ren’s lap. The Chinese shaman’s face flushed violently as Yoh’s arms curled around his neck, and the Japanese shaman pulled him into a slow kiss.
“Y-Yoh…” Ren whispered as he pulled back, “where did you get that outfit?” Yoh just smiled, swinging one leg around to Ren’s other side so that he was straddling the younger shaman. Ren’s face was getting redder and redder. Sure, this wasn’t the first time he and Yoh had done this, but he’d never seen Yoh in the schoolgirl outfit before. Feeling his heart pounding, Ren couldn’t help thinking this was the most attractive Yoh had ever appeared to him.
Ren placed his hands on Yoh’s waist. The sailor shirt was very short, and Ren could see Yoh’s bellybutton peeking out over the miniskirt. Nervously, Ren slipped his hands down to rest on Yoh’s thighs. Yoh giggled at the touch.
“That tickles!” he squeaked. Ren’s heart began to pound, but he grinned wickedly.
“Oh, it does, does it?” he whispered teasingly, sliding his hands up and down Yoh’s legs slowly. Yoh giggled, hugging Ren tightly. Gaining some confidence, Ren slipped a hand underneath the skirt. Yoh squeaked excitedly, and Ren couldn’t help smiling as his hand brushed over what felt like a pair of girl’s panties. “Seriously, Yoh, where did you get this outfit?” Yoh just continued making his funny, cutesy little noises.
Ren noticed a tugging, and glanced down to see Yoh undoing the clasps on his usual belly shirt. Ren pulled his arms away for a moment so that Yoh could slide the shirt off. Once this task was completed, Yoh wrapped his arms around Ren’s neck and leaned in for another passionate kiss. Ren tilted his head to the side and opened Yoh’s mouth with his own. Gently, he pushed his tongue into Yoh’s mouth, an action that was quite obviously very appreciated. Yoh let out a soft moan as Ren’s tongue caressed his own and ran slowly along the back of his teeth.
While this was going on, Ren’s hands slowly slipped back over the skirt and beneath Yoh’s sailor shirt. Yoh gasped into Ren’s mouth as the latter traced Yoh’s spine with his index finger. Ren leaned back on the couch he was sitting on, pulling Yoh on top of him as Ren undid the little buttons on the back of the sailor shirt. Soon after, he removed it from Yoh’s body. The brunette sighed softly as his long kiss with Ren broke, and the Chinese shaman slowly ran his tongue along Yoh’s jaw, right up to his earlobe. Gently, Ren nibbled on the earlobe, and Yoh squeaked, jumping further up into Ren’s lap. Ren ran his fingers down Yoh’s back again, causing the older shaman to shudder, and rested his hands on the backs of Yoh’s legs. Yoh began to moan softly as Ren kissed his neck, stopping here and there to suck gently on his skin. His hands began sliding up Yoh’s legs again.
“Ren…” So far, this was the only word Yoh had managed to get out. He gasped and moaned as Ren’s hands slid underneath the skirt and ran expertly over the tops of Yoh’s thighs, just beneath the panties. Ren put some pressure here and there, then moved his hands up slowly to the top of the panties. His fingertips rested there, and his thumbs extended downward to push on Yoh’s thighs. Very, very slowly, Ren’s thumbs slipped beneath the panties.
Ren couldn’t help the slow, seductive smile that crept onto his lips as Yoh’s eyes fluttered. Slowly at first, but with increasing confidence, Ren began rubbing his thumbs against Yoh. A low moan escaped Yoh’s lips, and he leaned forward to kiss Ren deeply. Ren returned the kiss and moved his hands so that his palms were over the front of Yoh’s panties. Without warning, Ren pressed his hands down hard.
“Ren!” Yoh yelled, breaking away from their kiss. Ren pressed harder, kneading that one spot. Yoh began making a lot of noise, but every sound seemed positive, so Ren continued his actions with increasing speed and pressure. Yoh’s arms around his neck kept tightening and tightening, and Ren could sense the brunette’s body reacting to his touch. Not long after, Ren could feel a wet, sticky substance covering his hands. Yoh moaned softly, burying his head in Ren’s chest.
Ren peeled his hands away from Yoh and rolled the shaman over so that Yoh was on his back on the couch. The purple-haired shaman undid the buttons that held the skirt on and tugged it off. The panties Yoh had worn were soaked, and Ren pulled them off slowly. Yoh sighed softly as Ren leaned down and kissed his lips gently.
“I love you,” Ren whispered softly.
“I know,” Yoh answered with a smile. “I love you, too.”
Carefully, Yoh’s hands slipped to Ren’s waist, where the brunette began untying the sash holding Ren’s pants up. He pulled the sash off, and immediately, Ren’s pants drooped. With a small sigh, Ren pulled his poofy pants down so that all he still wore were his boxers. Yoh gave an excited squeak as he tugged on said boxers. Ren couldn’t help smiling softly at the expression on Yoh’s face.
Somehow, even though what conspired next between them was slow and passionate, it struck Ren as a blur as to what happened. He remembered Yoh falling asleep almost instantly, though, and watching the younger shaman sleep like an angel. Ren smiled softly as he curled up next to Yoh, pulling a blanket over them both. Glancing down, Ren noticed that his book was still open from when he’d dropped it earlier. Leaning over Yoh, he read the last line of the chapter, the exciting revelation of the man who was going after pretty schoolgirls.
‘…Sandy, the hot-headed lover of the first schoolgirl found.’
Somehow, as he fell asleep in Yoh’s arms, Ren found this conclusion very amusing.
Please read and let me know what you think! ^-^ *radiates newbie-ness*