Manga - Addicts Presents: Plotless An Evangelion LEMON Fanfiction *** Neon Genesis Evangelion created by, registered, and copyrighted to GAINAX Project EVA, Movic, and any other company and/or division associated with the creation and/or production of Neon Genesis Evangelion. A.D.Vision holds the copyrights to the English version of Neon Genesis Evangelion. This work of fiction is not intended for any commercial purposes but was created for the entertainment of the Author and Fans of Neon Genesis Evangelion. No copyright infringement was in any way intended. Plotless written by Jino Turtlegod WAFF Warning! Discontinuity Warning! OOC Warning! All Standard Lemon Warnings Apply! *** NC-17 Rating. FOR MATURE ADULT READERS ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BELOW THE AGE OF MAJORITY (18 or 21, depending on your area) OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC REPRESENTATION OF SEX AND/OR VIOLENCE. *** It was another dull day in between moments of sheer heart-stopping excitement. Shinji didn't know whether to be glad or sorry during these times, when he was caught up in trying to be Shinji and not an EVA pilot. He wondered how he had been able to live during the years before he came to Tokyo-3. Well, probably it was because he didn't have two housemates trying to drive him out of his mind. He sighed as he separated the laundry for washing. Asuka often sneered at his being domesticated but she didn't lift a finger to relieve him of his burden. So typical of the redhead. Shinji paused as his fingers touched something smooth to the touch. "What the-?!" He raised an eyebrow as he took the red piece of silk. His eyebrow twitched. It was an unwritten (and unvoiced) agreement that each washed their own underwear - almost everything else fell to the one whose turn it was to do the laundry. Now, this was a dilemma. He could wash it and end up being the butt of very suggestive teasing by both females or he could leave it be - and still be teased mercilessly by his housemates. He couldn't just hide it or make it disappear - that would even be more disastrous as it seemed expensive and thereby bound to be noticed missing. What to do? Shinji found that he had been absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb against the crotch of the bikini. Almost in a daze, he brought it to his face and sniffed the female perfume clinging to the undergarment. "HEY!!! HENTAI SHINJI! DON'T TOUCH THE LAUNDRY!!!" Asuka stormed into the laundry area where Shinji was sorting out the clothes for the washer. "W-what is it Asuka?" Shinji stammered nervously, his face flushed, his eyes darting for an escape route - not an unexpected reaction to Asuka's screaming. Asuka ignored him and began mucking about his neat piles of clothes. With an exasperated exhalation, Asuka began rummaging in the unsorted pile while Shinji stared slack-jawed as Asuka ruined almost an hour's work. "HAH! Found it!" Asuka exclaimed before tucking the now familiar bikini into her pocket. "You had better not done anything with my panties... or else." "I- I wouldn't dare!" Shinji replied meekly. Asuka looked down at him in disappointment. "What a boring boy." She left, leaving Shinji in a state of mixed relief and annoyance. *** The color red. The beach on a warm day. A bonfire. Somehow, these images were linked to the scent he had partaken of. And of course, because these images were what he linked to the owner of the scent. Shinji turned on the washing machine and leaned forward, his body supported by his elbows on the machine as it vibrated during the wash cycle. He wondered how it would feel to smell her up close; to have her long, coltish legs over his shoulders while he tasted the nectar directly from her warm center. To hear her long, drawn out moans of pleasure as his fingers opened her for an assault by his eager tongue. To have her strong fingers clutch at his hair as she tried to direct his attack upon her. Unconsciously, Shinji moaned and shock registered on his face as a wetness spread in his pants. Weak-kneed, the boy leaned on the wall behind him as he tried to catch his breath. Was he rubbing himself against the washing machine again? It wasn't the first time he had made himself come by rubbing against the vibrating appliance nor was it the first time he fantasized about the redhead; but it was the first time he did both while the object of his desire was in the house with him. If she knew, she would probably kill him. As he checked himself to make sure that the mess wasn't visible, Shinji promised himself never again to borrow from Kensuke's special audio- visual collection. *** Asuka was watching some American show dubbed in Japanese. She had turned off the volume and was trying to practice her English by reading the actors' lips. And to make things more interesting, Asuka lay belly up on a beanbag - her head upside down to the TV. Needless to say, the redhead was bored out of her skull and Shinji was currently off limits. Shinji was busy doing the chores and Misato had repeatedly warned Asuka that if she annoyed Shinji and he wasn't able to finish the chores on time, Asuka had to take up the slack. But Asuka was really bored at the moment that doing some housework was worth the risk for some risqué entertainment - she knew it was the best way to get a rise out of Shinji. She waited until Shinji passed by on his way to his room before she could launch her plan into action. "Ne, Shinji." The teenager paused and looked at her. He always wondered why she watched TV upside down whenever she was bored... ::OH NO!:: "I'm bored." Shinji would have slapped his forehead but that would tip Asuka off that he was on to her. Which would displease Asuka - always a bad thing. "Um... so?" Shinji almost winced when his voice broke in nervousness. "Think of something to do," Asuka remarked as she bent her knees so that her feet were flat on the floor. This caused her tight fitting shorts to ride up against her crotch and give Shinji a flash of her panties. Asuka raised her head and looked in between her knees at Shinji who was turning beet-red. She almost smiled. ::Right on target!:: "I- I-," Shinji stammered awhile before he finally decided to shut his mouth. "Oh, what's wrong? Cat's got your tongue?" She supported herself on her elbows and opened her legs a bit wider, the Cheshire Cat grin on her face. Shinji couldn't tear his eyes away from between Asuka's legs. Despite his blushing, he was starting to get angry at being caught in another of Asuka's games. If only... "Asuka, why aren't you wearing any underwear?" With a yelp, Asuka snapped her knees together and hunched over. Shinji grinned from ear to ear. ::Gotcha!:: He decided on a quick retreat before--- *WHAM* Shinji saw stars after Asuka beaned him with the beanbag she had been lying on. Asuka came over and kicked him in the ribs as he lay under the beanbag. "You pervert!" She spat out. "Pervert?! You're the one exposing yourself!" Big mistake - Asuka kicked him again. "Stop that!" he cried out. "Make me!" She challenged as she kicked him some more. She was confident that he wouldn't do anything as usual. She was therefore unprepared when Shinji parried one of her kicks with his arm and swept her other leg from under her - slamming the girl to the floor. Asuka was too dazed to react as Shinji straddled her and wrapped his hands around her neck. She felt fear as she heard Shinji's ragged breathing - it was the same sound she heard whenever his EVA went berserk! She gave a strangled cry as Shinji lifted her by her neck and threw her down on the couch. She drove the fear away as Shinji advanced on her, his eyes filled with hate. She had driven him off the edge and it was up to her to stop him from hurting her. She gathered her legs under her and made a flying kick at Shinji's head, hoping to take him out as fast as possible. She screamed as she was slammed once more into the couch. ::How did he move so fast?!:: Tears were in her eye - Shinji squeezed one of her breasts painfully as he pinned her against the couch, the other hand was firmly wrapped around her neck. She groaned as Shinji drove a knee into her belly and the air out of her lungs. Through her tears and the pounding in her ears she noticed that Shinji's lips were moving. "...you... hate... you..." Normally, Shinji was shy and avoided any and all confrontations. But like everybody, Shinji has his breaking point - a point Asuka had finally crossed. All rational thought was clouded by the desire to visit upon the girl all the grief she had caused him. "NO!!!" She grasped his forearm and tried to take it off her neck. She closed her eyes as her shirt tore. She gasped as he took her nipple between his thumb and finger. "Please..." She screamed as he twisted her nipple. "Asuka..." Shinji leaned forward, his hot breath on her tear stained cheek. "I thought I loved you." It was at that moment that Asuka felt her heart break - her body fell limp. Shinji kissed her roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he moved his hand to fully grasp her exposed breast, kneading it almost lovingly. Asuka moaned. Shinji yanked Asuka up by the throat, and then threw her forward against the back of the couch so that her back was to him. Asuka's body tensed as she felt Shinji pause behind her. She tried to vault over the couch but Shinji's hand was suddenly at the back of her neck and squeezed painfully - her knees quickly weakened and rested on the seat of the couch. "No, Asuka. I'm not done yet." He yanked her shorts and panties down to mid-thigh. Asuka's eyes widened as she felt the warm air between her thighs and the hot hand that roughly caressed her bottom and insinuated itself against her nether lips. She gritted her teeth as he used his fingers to part her tender flesh. A finger grazed her tender pearl before burying itself inside her. Despite herself, she moaned, her flesh flushed red with the intimate invasion. It began to slide in and out of her quivering flesh, Asuka's body tensed and she tried not to feel the thing between her thighs. A deep throaty chuckle from the young man behind her. "You're bad, Asuka. Nice girls shouldn't be wet in this situation." Asuka sobbed in shame as the hand withdrew. The sob turned to a gasp as something hot and more substantial than a finger pressed against her entrance. She turned her head and looked at her attacker. She wondered why there were tears in his eyes and a sad, mournful look on his face. She screamed and her eyes shut tightly as the assault was consummated - his sword sheathed deeply within her scabbard. Her innocence ripped away by the person she wanted to give it to - but not in the way she wanted. He slowly withdrew, raising Asuka's hopes that he would stop. Hopes that were dashed when he thrust once more into her. It became a cycle. Hope and despair. Her sobs and grunts of pain mixed with his, over the wet sound of slapping flesh. Her body trembled, her flesh undulating with every deep thrust he made to connect them as thoroughly as possible, his hips hitting her soft ass with a liquid sound. Through the haze, Asuka felt something wet fall upon her bare shoulders. She turned her head and saw the tears streaming from Shinji's face as he continued to use her. "Asuka... I love you... I'm so sorry..." He leaned forward and kissed her deeply despite the awkward position. When did his hand leave her neck and began to fondle her straining nipples under her ruined shirt? She didn't know, neither did she care. His words had triggered a change within her. Soon, her sounds of pain were turned to expectation as she responded by moving her hips to meet his. Her hot, soft flesh milking his throbbing hardness. Her tongue dueled with his, tasting him. She could feel the warmth building up within her as she neared the pinnacle of pleasure she had so often threw herself off with her own hands. "Shinji!!! Faster!!!" Shinji's hands moved from her breasts to her hips, using it as a handhold to ram himself into her with an intensity bordering on desperation. "Asuka... I'm coming!!!" They both braced themselves for the coming deluge. It would be their first, but both knew it wouldn't be the last. Asuka could feel the surge of wetness before the explosion of pleasure. Finally, the end was near. "Hi, kids, I'm home!" Misato announced as she entered the living room. *** Shinji paused as he passed the living room after taking his bath. Asuka had groaned in her sleep as if she was having a nightmare. The boy slowly shook his still damp head. "That's what you get when you watch TV upside down..." By the looks of it, Asuka had been asleep for a while. Shinji thanked whatever God was listening for Misato's decree about not being bothered while doing the chores. Even for a while, it got Asuka off his case. Shinji walked over to the TV and turned it off as the credits for the Three Stooges rolled. He hated that show for some reason. Shinji walked over to a beanbag beside Asuka, dropped his tired body into it and proceeded to dry his hair with his towel. "... no... stupid..." Shinji raised an eyebrow. What was Asuka dreaming about? As he looked over his housemate, Shinji noticed that he could see Asuka's panties at this angle. He was really glad his housemates both preferred short shorts as it afforded him some cheap thrills now and then. He gulped nervously as he furiously dried his hair to get his mind off Asuka's displayed unmentionables. "...Shinji..." Asuka rolled to her side, causing one of her breasts to pop out from the loose neck of her oversized shirt. The towel dropped from Shinji's nerveless fingers. What was Asuka thinking, not wearing a bra? And why was she saying his name? Was she dreaming about him? Then, does that mean she has fantasies about him? Does she like him? Before he knew it, he was kneeling beside her, his breath was ragged with desire and nervousness. Slowly, he leaned forward his lips tentatively approached hers. "... I want you..." Before their lips met, Shinji paused. She'll probably kill him if he kissed her. But then again... His lips slowly drew farther from her lips. And took her soft nipple into his mouth. She moaned and Shinji tensed, her slowly stiffening nub still in between his lips. When she relaxed, he slowly rolled her nipple in between his lips. Hard, it was about the size of the final joint of his little finger and was the color of chocolate - darkening even further with his ministration. Dark, Asuka-flavored chocolate. He almost smiled. He could get used to this. If he lives. So, maybe that was why he was so aroused - the danger heightened the pleasure. Shinji then knew he was one sick bastard. And he didn't care. He'd rather die with his small piece of Heaven. His hand went under her shirt and caressed the other white, silken globe of womanhood. His other hand slowly traced lazy circles on her soft, firm thigh as he continued suckling on his darling Asuka. Finally reassured that Asuka was asleep, his hand slipped under the loose leg band of her shorts, the tip of his fingers against the crotch of her slowly moistening panties. His erection throbbed almost painfully in his shorts and he wanted nothing more than to relieve its pressure but he didn't want to take his hands off his unwitting beloved. Thus he was thankful when the warm hand snaked up his inner thigh, past the leg of his shorts, and grasped him through his briefs. Shinji stopped what he was doing. The hand suddenly grasped him possessively while its twin pressed his head to the breast he was attending to. "Don't stop. Or else I'm going to make sure you're never going to use this." Asuka gave Little Shinji a meaningful squeeze. Shinji's voice quaked. "Asuka, why are you doing this," he mumbled into her breast. "Why were you doing this?" Asuka asked as she pressed her breast to his face. Shinji felt a lump in his throat. "I don't know?" Shinji knew it was the wrong answer as Asuka's grip became painful. Asuka had a hot, bothered expression. She finally gave a disappointed growl and released Shinji. She pushed him off her. "Gee, and I thought you finally had balls." Shinji grinned at her. "Well, you'd know. You were touching them. Um, aren't you going to cover that up?" Shinji poked Asuka's exposed breast. Asuka gave Shinji a shocked look which slowly turned to mischief. She took off her shirt, exposing her well developed breasts. Her areolas were swollen and her nipples were large and stiff. She cupped the underside of each breast as if to raise them for Shinji's inspection. "Hey, wanna continue?" "A-are you serious?" For an answer, Asuka took his hands and laid them on her breasts. "I- I'll take that as a yes." He leaned in for a kiss but Asuka laid a finger to his lips and a disapproving look on her pretty face. "No kiss. This is just physical - it doesn't mean anything. We're not boyfriend/girlfriend. This doesn't change anything between us except for maybe a repeat if you do good. Understand?" Shinji nodded and bent his head to take one of her breasts. He hoped the action hid his disappointment. He kissed her smooth globe, relishing the firm softness. He applied suction to each kiss, trying to suck her whole breast into his mouth. Asuka mewled in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his hair. He lay her on her back and began to kiss his way down. In between her breasts, right under the ridge of her ribs. He could hear the mixed giggle and moan as he nibbled and licked Asuka's belly. He paused as he got to the waistband of Asuka's shorts. "Um... Asuka?" Asuka grinned as she bent her body so that her knees were by her head, her bottom lifted off the floor. She smirked at Shinji as she skinned off her shorts and underwear. She was naked when she finally laid back down on the floor. Both of them were breathing hard as she opened her legs, the folds of her womanhood parting with the motion. "Continue..." Shinji nodded as he began suckling on the skin between her navel and the beginning of her red bush. His hands gently ran up and down her thighs as he teased the flesh of her groin. Her inner thighs were drenched in her fluids. He inhaled the sweet musk scent as he blew hot air onto her petals. He could see the bit of flesh that he knew would drive her crazy, it was out of its hood and was swollen in lust. Asuka bit her knuckles as she waited for him to kiss her womanhood. Shinji playfully nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Don't tease me!" Asuka cried impatiently. She was instantly gratified as Shinji gently nipped at her pearl. Asuka's eyes shut tight and she cried out as he darted his tongue into her. He tasted her nectar. Where her panties only gave a hint of Asuka, the pure thing was much more powerful, sending the pilot's head into a spin as he learned what it truly meant to taste Asuka. "DON'T STOP!!!" Asuka screamed as her legs tensed and her toes curled. Shinji suddenly lost interest and pulled away. "NOOOO!!!" Asuka rose to clutch at Shinji but Shinji firmly pushed her back down as he aligned his body against her. Asuka stopped squirming as she understood what he wanted. "Are you sure you want this?" Shinji nudged the tip of his spear against her sopping wet entrance. Asuka wrapped her legs around Shinji's waist and smiled at him. He had to admit to himself that he was surprised when she cried out in pain as he slid into her. "Asuka!? You're a virgin!?" She looked at him angrily. "Of course I am! Aren't you? And what do you think I am? Some slut who sleeps with anyone?" Shinji just had an incredulous look on his face. He knew that telling her what he thought was a bad idea. He slowly pulled out, savoring the sensation of Asuka's womanhood clinging to him. Then Asuka's legs and arms pinned him back down to her. "Don't move yet! It still hurts you moron!" Shinji frowned and contented himself with waiting. He knew he's about to lose control as he could feel every breath she took through the connection of their sexes. His head lay on the bean bag beside hers, her flame colored hair intoxicating him with their smell. Somehow, Shinji thought it was nice just to be cuddling with the redhead but his hormone crazed mind wanted to go further. He soon found that it felt good to make his manhood throb within her. He slowly traced circles on Asuka's skin with his finger. He watched as goosebumps came out as he made circles around her aureoles. He never knew it was also good for her until he felt her tongue licking the underside of his jaw, her hand was on his -forcing him to palm her breast. Then she was licking his lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Shinji pulled away as Asuka gave a growl of frustration. "I thought you said no kissing?" Asuka's hand grabbed the back of his head, her eyes were filled with lust and her voice was husky. "We'll sort it out later, OK? Let's just say your chances are getting better and leave it at that! Now do me!" Shinji nodded as he lifted himself on his elbows and began thrusting into her in earnest while their lips and tongues did battle. Asuka's nails scratched at Shinji's back as she moved her body to meet his. Shinji felt like he was drowning - drowning in the essence of Asuka. He wanted to reach the surface - the thing he knew his body craved. His hands were in between their sweat-drenched body and were desperately clutching at Asuka's breasts like a drowning man would pieces of flotsam. Asuka broke the kiss so that she could breathe easier as she felt the coming explosion but Shinji's mouth chased hers, knowing that victory was close. "SHINJI!!! I'M-" "-HOME!" Misato announced as she entered the living room. *** Misato paused as she entered the living room. Shinji and Asuka had both given moans of frustration. Misato raised an eyebrow as she wondered what the two sleeping Children were dreaming about. Shinji's upper body was draped facedown on the coffee table where he was sleeping, his face once more reverting to a relaxed and contented expression as it was pillowed on his arm. Asuka lay on her side in front of the TV and was sucking on her thumb, her other hand was curled by her face. Misato smiled to herself. "They look like innocent angels." With a final glance at her wards, Misato went to the kitchen to get herself a beer. End Author's Notes: Argh! Fuck it all! When I was writing this piece of crap, I only had one goal in mind: to prove to myself that I can write a lemon (I know damn well I can write a lime). Anyway, there it is. Hopefully someone reviews so I know what I did right or wrong.