xp: Kippei and Shinji - going home

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Shinji raced down the hall, skidding around the corner and grabbing hold of the doorway to turn into the room. He skidded into the side of the bed and barely restrained himself from falling all over Kippei, reminding himself that regardless of whether Kippei was allowed to go back to their room or not, with all those stupid conditions and things it was still pretty damn obvious that Kippei was injured. Would be injured for a long time. There were holes in him!

"Good morning!"

Kippei was not in a good mood. He was more than ready, had been more than ready to get out of this bed for days, the novelty of it feeling good just to lay there and breathe having worn off pretty damn fast. Now, even though he was being allowed to move back to his own room, he was still being told he had to stay in bed, and he was not at all happy about that--especially since he had to admit, although he refused to do so to anyone other than himself, that he really couldn't do much of anything if he had been allowed to get up. God, it sucked getting shot.

"What's good about it?" he grumbled at Shinji--and then he realized he was grumbling at Shinji, who had listened to him complain more than enough lately, and he smiled reluctantly instead.

Not at all influenced by Kippei's bad mood, rather used to it already, Shinji leant very close, careful not to touch him where he was hurting and kissed the very corner of his mouth, just for starters.

"I get to take you home with me," Shinji murmered, trying to be seductive, wanting to at least cheer Kippei up a little too. "And then I can kiss you whenever I want."

Kippei had to chuckle wryly, and okay, that was a very good thing, but it only reminded him that he was facing another week or two, at the very least, without sex, and that was entirely not cool. It had already been a week, and Shinji had been here all the time being his unconsciously sexy self, and while Kippei certainly didn't want him anywhere else, it was still a fact that having him here made it that much harder to ignore the acute sense of need that he seemed to inspire simply by standing there and breathing.

Shinji burst out laughing, and then muffled the sound be kissing Kippei properly. God, he loved Kippei like nothing else; like wasn't supposed to be possible!

"You think about sex too much...but if we're in our room then we can still do...stuff..." Oh god, he hadn't meant to think about that sort of thing! He knew he had to be red like a tomato but he never really minded when he was with Kippei. "Stuff we can't do in the medical center."

"I do not," Kippei countered, and gave the lie to this statement immediately by pulling Shinji closer with a hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back, deep and slow and smouldering like the heat that Shinji woke inside of him. Stuff they sure as hell could do in the medical center, if they damn well wanted to, he thought crossly. But when it came down to it he didn't really want an audience, not for that, and maybe Shinji was right and he did think about it too much, but jesus christ. How did you have a boyfriend like Shinji who was too damn hot for his own good and half the time didn't even know it, and not think about sex more often than not?

"Can we go now?" he asked impatiently, since they weren't even going to let him try to walk that far and he had no control over these proceedings at all. He hated it.

"Mmmm..." Shinji was a little distracted by hot kisses to think about going anywhere but he was also very aware of what Kippei wanted, and even what he himself wanted. Giving him one last quick kiss, Shinji ran out the door and grabbed the doctor, wheeling a chair in and excitedly getting Kippei off the bed and into it while listening to the silly lecture the doctor was giving him. Like Shinji would let him do anything stupid like get out of bed. Shinji wanted to keep Kippei in bed. But for now he was in a chair and they could go right? And Shinji got to wheel it, which was even better! Running his fingers through Kippei's hair once, comfortingly and just because he wanted to, Shinji nodded to the Doc's demands and got the hell out of there.

"It's like a jail break!" Shinji whispered excitedly in Kippei's ear. "You know...without the jail and sort of...without the breaking out part, since we're allowed to..."

Kippei let Shinji help him into the wheelchair, pretending it was because Shinji wanted to and not because he needed it. Not because it still hurt like fuck to move that much, dammit. He held his breath until he was seated, until the pain in his chest eased and he sighed gratefully, leaning back into Shinji's fingers in his hair and really not caring that it still hurt so long as it meant he was leaving.

He mostly ignored the lecture from the doctor, figuring Shinji was listening and even if he wasn't, Kippei didn't have that kind of concentration to spare right now and he could probably guess what the irritating man was saying anyway--no walking, no getting up, nothing interesting allowed at all and so on and so forth. Kippei didn't want to hear it again, and anyway he was too busy gritting his teeth and attempting to hide the way his body was screaming fuck you, don't ever move again! at him with some rather persuasive arguments in the form of bruised and torn muscles and skin and hell, probably bones all protesting the way he was actually trying to use them. Fuck you too, he thought with a mental growl.

Then he tilted his head back, looking up at Shinji with a wry smile. Neither a jail nor a break, but still. "It feels like it," he agreed.

Smirking, but more than a little worried by the wave of pain and hurt and just anger and swearing spilling over in Kippei's brain, Shinji moved a little faster, brain already trying to figure out exactly how to get Kippei out of the chair and onto the bed. Maybe if he made a futon on the floor between the two beds, that would be better. Kippei was in a lot of pain and even something stupid like getting him to the toilet was going to be hard. Shinji suddenly wished he had super strength or something useful, but unfortunately he was probably the weakest guy in the school, other than Shishido maybe, since the bird-boy had bird-bones, but it was still debateable.

"We'll be there soon, baby," Shinji murmered, leaning down to kiss the back of Kippei's neck soothingly. He hated seeing Kippei in pain.

"I'm fine, Shinji," Kippei insisted with a bit of irritation, and maybe he wasn't fine but he sure as hell wanted to be and he wasn't going to let a little pain stop him from getting out of here. It wasn't that bad, if he just ignored it. People got shot all the time and it couldn't slow you down that much, could it?

Baby? he asked mildly, aware that Shinji couldn't see the expression on his face but raising both eyebrows anyway, mostly in sheer bemusement. He wasn't going to complain seriously about anything Shinji wanted to call him, especially when it came with that soft little kiss on the back of his neck, but maybe he would protest a bit. He did wonder how Shinji came up with that one. It wasn't like he was being that pathetic, or so he hoped.

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Love you too. No talking. Kippei's words were a slightly slurred murmured even in his thoughts as he answered briefly, kissing him again with enough thoroughness to ensure that Shinji would be incapable of talking in any case. He felt slow and lazy with fatigue and warmth and release of tension, everything feeling almost right again for the first time in days.

He let his hands wander, stroking and mapping the outlines of Shinji's body, sliding under his shirt to find warm skin, not with any serious purpose but just reaffirming, reconnecting, feeling whole in a way that went beyond mere tears in his flesh. Shinji was his soul, in a perfect complete way that settled and soothed all his restlessness. This was home.

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This was ridiculous, Kippei was comfortable as hell but Shinji was pretty sure he wouldn't be sleeping for a week. God, why did Kippei have to be so damn sexy and warm and just perfectly what he had never even known he could want and yet wanted completely? Shinji whimpered at the feel of strong hands on his skin again, muffling his own murmered appreciation in desperate little kisses. No talking was easy, perhaps, for Kippei to say, but Shinji found it damn hard.

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Soft amused laughter spilled out of him at the way Shinji was obviously finding it hard not to talk, he kept murmuring things that didn't make any sense but they were still hot when they came out in that desperate needy tone with kisses that said the same thing, only louder. Oh god, Shinji was perfect. So damn fucking perfectly right. Kippei was seriously going to kill somebody and then himself if he ever lost this.

Mmmkay, he allowed, you can talk, but don't stop. God, don't stop. His own mouth traveled across Shinji's jawline and down the side of his neck, a series of hot open-mouthed kisses, tasting and licking and sucking lightly on the smooth, pale skin, sweet and warm and jesus, so good. He scraped his teeth over the pulse point in Shinji's neck, flicking his tongue across it before biting down a little more fiercely than he'd meant to, somehow feeling the need to replace some of the marks that had faded and disappeared in the last week or so. Shinji was his.

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Now he could talk? When he was having trouble thinking of anything to say. Shinji's fingers clawed for purchase, finding Kippei's short hair and just holding on, wanting more and now and yet unable to handle what he had but Kippei always had that effect on him.

"Kippei..." He gasped and choked on the words trying to escape, not in the least coherant and it was really rather annoying that Kippei could do that to him even with two bullet holes. He tried to pet Kippei reasurringly.

"It's okay...'m yours. Always. Your mine, and I'm yours."

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"Always," Kippei replied in a low, savage growl, as if he had needed the reminder, and maybe he had. God, he'd missed this, missed being able to kiss Shinji whenever he felt like it and touch him anywhere and everywhere and just feel him, there and hot and real... the limited contact that could be managed in a hospital bed where they might be interrupted at any time just hadn't been enough.

It had left him feeling starved, feeling as if he had almost lost Shinji and not the other way around, and god, he needed this right now. He needed more than this, but he would have to wait another week to feel really whole again, and that sucked incredibly. I need you so much. His fingers twisted in Shinji's hair, dragging his head up to kiss him hard and fierce and desperate, because that was as much as he could get at the moment and he wanted more so badly.

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It was sort of weird, the way Kippei loved. Possessive and desperate and needy and a little scary, but it was the only thing that made Shinji feel loved and maybe that was why they worked so well, or Shinji thought they worked so well. He smiled and just kept kissing Kippei back, wanting it just as badly, needing it just as much. To know someone cared, that someone loved him, that someone still wanted him that much.

Need you too. Need you better. So stop making it harder to get better.

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Kippei sighed, a long shuddering sigh as he wrapped his arms as hard around Shinji as he could, ignoring the way his left arm didn't quite want to work, and burying his face in Shinji's hair.

I'm sorry, I know, I just... Hate this. Kippei hated being injured, hated being weak, hated not being able to take care of Shinji the way he wanted to. Hated the way it hurt when he tried unthinkingly to do any little thing, hated the way he couldn't even walk without assistance. Hated the way it was taking so damn long to get back to something approaching normal.

He felt, rather irrationally, that he should be able to get over it as if it were no worse than a pulled muscle or other minor cut or abrasion. He'd always treated injuries and pain by the rule of 'ignore it and it will go away', or 'just keep doing what you always do and act like it didn't happen', which didn't work as well when you had not just skin braised and muscles strained, but actually ripped and torn by steel penetrating deep enough to graze his ribs. It hurt like fucking hell, and it didn't heal nearly fast enough to suit him. Not to mention the way his body was tired all the damn time--he'd slept enough in the last week to last him a lifetime, he thought.

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Kippei was silly, thinking he should be able to just get over it, as if it were a mosquito bite, but that was okay because it didn't matter how silly he was, Shinji still adored him. He stroked the bandaged stretches of skin in long lazy slides of flesh, trying to soothe the hurt of it by giving Kippei some of that contact he seemed to crave, enjoying just being able to lie with Kippei. On Kippei.

If you get tired, make sure I get off. Don't overuse your powers now.

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Don't you dare move, Kippei shot back, because honestly, at the moment? Using his powers was the easiest, least painful thing he could do. And it meant Shinji could lay there on top of him where he belonged, and Kippei wasn't giving that up until he was well and truly worn out and falling asleep.

"Don't worry about it," he mumbled, sounding faintly irritated, kissing Shinji's hair and nuzzling his temple. Don't worry about me. Shinji should never have to worry about him. That was his job. If he was in a position where Shinji had to worry about him, then he had definitely screwed something up somewhere. That just shouldn't happen. Ever.

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Okay so no moving, that was okay, Shinji would just have to be careful and watch how tired Kippei got and get off himself when he felt Kippei's hold on gravity giving out, because he would not forgive himself if he hurt Kippei, even just a little bit.

"You're really silly sometimes," Shinji noted around a yawn, picking up on Kippei's tiredness and apparently absorbing the need to yawn. "And you need to sleep."

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"Do not," Kippei told him, though really he probably did, but he didn't want to yet, so he wouldn't. Too much sleeping already, too much time not awake and aware and it grated on him, made him uncomfortable and uneasy and in spite of the fact that he was now warm and relaxed and feeling a bit drowsy, he didn't want to sleep. He stroked his fingers through Shinji's hair with his eyes closed, concentrating on slippery soft feel of it sliding across his hands and letting a little more peace soak into him. Shinji's presence was wrapped around him like a cloud of warmth and contentment, and nothing had ever felt so exactly right.

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Stubborn and silly, but it was okay because Shinji understood and he would go to sleep eventually. Shinji just let him play with his hair and kept stroking his chest, wondering what it felt like, what it was like, just how bad it was; how much Kippei didn't let him hear.

"Guess what?" Shinji whispered in Kippei's ear, kissing the shell of it while he was there. He didn't wait for an answer, just nuzzled and answered in Kippei's head.

Shinji loves Kippei.

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"Mmmm." Kippei knew he was purring and he didn't care, he liked hearing that, better yet he liked hearing it inside of his head, where only Shinji could say it, where only Shinji could make him think it.

"Shinji," he whispered, like it was a word that held a certain, special meaning, like a prayer, or a secret, and it kind of was, because it meant all the things he thought and felt and wanted when he thought about Shinji, all in that one single word. A million things, a kaleidescope of things but they all meant the same, really--you are the only one, you are everything to me.

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Blushing a little and hiding it against Kippei's throat, Shinji smiled and kissed the skin under his mouth and just enjoyed being back in their room and being with Kippei.

I know, and you're the only one for me too, now shut up and close your pretty eyes again and at least pretend you're sleeping so I don't have to start worrying about you.

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Kippei snorted at the designation of his eyes as pretty, and if they hadn't already been sliding closed he would have rolled them in exasperation and amusement and not a little affection, because that was Shinji and it was a fifty-fifty chance that it was revenge for making him blush.

It was also a fifty-fifty chance that Shinji actually thought that, in which case he was highly deluded and possibly blind because hello, had he been looking in the mirror lately? That was pretty--Shinji's eyes, Shinji's hair, Shinji's fine featured beautiful sexy face that Kippei sometimes wanted to just kiss all over because he looked good enough to eat. The idea of Shinji calling him pretty, anything about him, seemed ludicrous to the point of insulting. But he was feeling rather generous in his relaxed state, and he figured if Shinji wanted to think that he was, then Kippei could allow him his delusions.

He remembered to shift Shinji slightly to one side before letting gravity slowly tug him back down to normal weight, settling in beside Kippei on his good side--which meant the side where he'd only been shot in the leg and it wasn't nearly as deep or as serious, and not the side with the shot that went close enough to his heart to make Shinji freak out, even though it wasn't that close, really. And then he really was falling asleep because Shinji was right as usual and he needed it and he couldn't stay awake any longer, even if he wanted to.