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Kippei grinned wryly, knowing that would be a deciding factor for Shinji. "Like me, huh?" he asked ruefully.

He sighed and pushed himself to his feet. "Come on then. Might as well get it over with." He let his hand trail over Shinji's hair as he went past, a slightly wistful caress.

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Cave! Shinji smirked and followed Kippei, snatching the bow off the bed before gently taking the hand from his hair and weaving their fingers together as he wandered into the bathroom after Kippei. He wasn't stupid enough to think Kippei was happy about the whole thing but at least he wasn't complaining and refusing to help, since Shinji was pretty sure he couldn't do it by himself.

"I couldn't read the box," he admitted, embarassed. He knew about half the words, but the others he was still learning.

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"Hmmm," Kippei answered absently, reading the box himself. Pretty basic directions, he thought. Not too difficult.

"Take your shirt off," he told Shinji, stripping off his own and tossing it safely out of the way. He surveyed the sink critically, wondering if it was low enough for Shinji to bend over it--then he remembered abruptly that it was, and his mouth twisted ruefully as he banished the memory before Shinji could freak out about it. He opened the box and took out the bottle of dye, shaking it and breaking it open.

"Come here," he sighed, holding out his hand.

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Shinji hestitated, startled, but Kippei was already taking off his shirt and it seemed a perfectly innocent reason so Shinji quickly took off his own and tossed it in the corner, wrapping his arms around himself, not sure what to do until Kippei held out his hand. Sighing in relief, Shinji took it and snuggled against Kippei's side, his other hand grabbing a fistful of blue hair and just staring at it. White, he knew. Blue he knew. Black was an unknown.

"Will I look weird?"

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"No," Kippei told him, kissing the top of his head and just holding him for a moment, putting off the time when he would have to drench Shinji's hair in the thick goo that would turn it black for good. He regretted the necessity of it already, and yet Kippei knew it would suit him rather well.

"I don't look weird," he pointed out.

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"Yeah," Shinji smiled. Kippei didn't look weird at all. He looked sexy and hot as hell. Nodding to himself, Shinji pulled back and braced himself against the sink, taking a deep breath and exhaling, suddenly nervous. He was so nervous he didn't even think about what he looked like, leaning against the sink, legs spread, hair tumbling down his back and over his shoulders.

"Alright. Do it."

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Kippei just stared at him for a minute, and shivered slightly. Fucking hell. He dragged his eyes away with an effort, concentrating on his own hands as they gathered up Shinji's hair and pulled it all back, then he nudged the back of Shinji's neck.

"Lean over," he gruffly, trying to disguise the way his voice had dropped low and husky in his throat. It didn't work all that well. He piled Shinji's hair on top of his head and waited for him to lean over so none of the dye would drip down on his face or his shoulders. Slim bare shoulders and slender neck and Kippei pushed aside more memories, images that seared his mind and made his body tighten with heat. So not thinking about anything right now.

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Shinji did as he was told, leaning over, letting his weight fall on his elbows as he sighed into Kippei's hands in his hair. Even now, knowing that those hands were dying his hair, the feel of it sent shivers through his body. But then, he didn't really think it was normal to have blue hair and would be secretly a little pleased to be rid of it. He squirmed back against Kippei's hip, clenching his eyes shut and hoping he didn't end up with black dye all over the place. He doubted it. Knowing Kippei no drop would spill.

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Kippei grunted softly in surprise, and then clenched his teeth to hold back a groan as Shinji started grinding back against him, jesus god. "Shinji, hold still," he gritted out. God, he was not going to live through this. Had it really been this bad before? Probably not, because now he knew exactly what he was missing. His skin felt super sensitive, hyperaware of every little brush of contact, flush with heat that radiated from the place where Shinji was pressed against his hip, far too goddamn close.

He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He could do this. Possibly not without shattering the mirror, but he was damn well going to try. Concentrate on the hair. The sooner it got all gooped up with dye, the better, since at the moment it was only adding to the problem.

He muttered an apology as he picked up the bottle of dye and started carefully dribbling it over Shinji's hair, trying to spread it evenly and gradually working it in with his fingers, rubbing gently at the scalp and making sure all the ends were coated, lips pressed tightly together and determinedly not thinking. Definitely not noticing the pale expanse of Shinji's bare back out of the corner of his eye. He should have found an old tshirt or something and made him wear that. Anything but half-naked Shinji spread out and bent over and pressed hot and tight against his aching body and so. very. not ready for what it looked like he was asking for.

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Kippei's fingers were stroking his scalp, massaging the dye in and Shinji damn near purred at the sensations running through him. He was positive that nothing, not even sex, could feel this good. Well..maybe sex. Big maybe. He moaned happily letting his head drop forward and his shoulders relax, thoroughly enoying it.

"Feels nice," he mumbled, almost falling asleep, the constant underlying headache gone, leaving him feeling damn good and sated.

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Kippei sucked his breath in and bit down on the inside of his cheek, hard, the flash of pain a welcome distraction. God, those sounds Shinji was making, and he was practically melting, slumping down, his weight caught between Kippei's hip and the sink and christ. His hands were starting to shake and he was going to spill this damn stuff everywhere.

He stopped for a moment to close his eyes and take another deep breath, bringing himself ruthlessly, painfully under control. Jaw set grimly, he opened his eyes again and poured the last of the dye onto Shinji's hair, then tossed the empty bottle in the bin and used both hands to work all the way through Shinji's hair, covering it from root to ends in the thick black ooze. Better. But he'd focused so hard on what he was doing that his control on what he was not doing slipped--his hips moved without his permission, and he barely noticed the way they were rocking against Shinji's weight, thrusting a little in time with the rub and massage of his fingers in Shinji's hair.

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Shinji could feel Kippei's whole body rocking against him and it heated him from the inside out, sending plesant tingles down his spine. He collapsed completely agains the cold porcelain and hummed softly as Kippei's fingers worked at his hair, pleasure overruling every part of his body. He was a little startled to feel himself grow hard in his pants.

"Mmm you're gonna make me make a mess if you keep doing that." He was still nervous about it, but it didnt embarass him as much since he knew it really didn't bother Kippei. If Kippei was happy to wank off with him then there was no point to hiding it.

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"Mmmm?" The words didn't register at first, and then they took a minute longer to make sense. A mess? Abruptly Kippei realised what he was doing and what Shinji meant and went still, freezing with his hands in Shinji's hair. Damn. But Shinji didn't sound particularly upset about it.

"Am I?" he asked, the two words rumbling from deep in his chest. God, yeah, he was and he wanted to and Shinji wasn't telling him to stop. He looked down at Shinji sprawled half naked over the sink, looking nearly sated already and so damn fuckable, and just breathed for a moment, trying to think.

After a bit he gave up on thinking and shifted a little, lining his hips up with Shinji's arse and slowly moving against him, groaning a little at the feeling of the hardness in his pants finally grinding directly against the heat and pressure of Shinji's weight, thrusting against the tight roundness of his perfect sexy little arse. "Shinji," he murmured, nearly moaning as his fingers started moving again, rubbing sensually into Shinji's hair.

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Shit, what was Kippei doing? Shinji's eyes opened to slits, vision surrounded by the white porcelain of the sink, which was pretty damn pointless, so he clenched them shut again, drowning in feeling. Kippei's hands in his hair were already driving him insane, but what Kippei was doing...it as something he had never experienced but his body wanted it and recognised it and pushed back against Kippei and it was the weirdest damn feeling ever, to know how something felt and also know you had never done it. But knowing didn't stop him from enjoying. The thoughts in Kippei's head were all focussed on one thing and it wasnt his hair, though that was a part of it. Shinji groaned and bit his lip, grinding himself against the hard wood of the cabinet, feeling himself grow hard again and biting down on his lip because it felt so fucking good.

"Mmm...Kiii...Kippei!"

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Kippei's brain was totally offline, pure feeling driving him as he thrust a little faster, more insistently, his clothed erection fitting snugly in the cleft of Shinji's arse as he rubbed himself off. It felt so fucking good, almost perfect. So long, so long since they'd done anything like this and he'd thought maybe they never would again and this so wasn't going to last, he wasn't going to last, especially when Shinji said his name like that.

"Oh god, Shinji," he gasped, trying to breathe, but he was going up in flames and his hands were wrapped in Shinji's wet hair like an anchor, just holding on while everything in him was about to fly into a million pieces.

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Shinji groaned as he came in his pants, biting his lip so hard he tasted blood but he really didn't care, everything felt so damn good and the way Kippei said his name and thought about him made him feel not just wanted but adored and special and perfect. All the doubt that Kippei didn't want him as much as the other Shinji disappeared for a moment, drenched in the knowledge that right now Kippei didn't want anything but him. Everything Kippei was feeling right now was to do with him; with Shinji now and he felt incredibly pleased with himself for giving Kippei that.

"I'm all sticky..." But he would get to have a shower as soon as the dye set so he wasn't fussed on it.

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Kippei snorted with laughter, standing on shaky legs and attempting not to collapse on top of Shinji or simply fall the fuck down since he couldn't use his hands to brace himself. He moved a little to the side, grimacing as his own sticky pants chafed, and rested his hip against the edge of the sink.

Speaking of sticky, his hands were a mess. He carefully pulled them free of Shinji's hair, trying not to dislodge any strands that might come falling down and smear the stuff all over Shinji, too. He patted it gently into shape, fixing it as securely as he could on top of Shinji's head, and then carefully reached around Shinji to put his hands under the tap. "Turn that on, hmm?" he murmured to Shinji, who did not have sticky hands to go with his sticky pants. He smirked a little, amused by the phrase. Sticky pants.

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Oh sure, Kippei could laugh. Shinji frowned but reached out and turned on the tap, hoping the black didn't stain Kippei's hands but pretty confident the med lab would have something to get the stain out if it did. He wanted to nuzzle against Kippei but didn't want to get him dirty, so he stroked behind Kippei's ear instead, content to vaguely annoy Kippei, not that he thought Kippei would actually find it annoying, or he wouldn't do it.

"You made us messy. I'm so blaming you. All I did was lean against a sink."

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Kippei snorted again, this time in disbelief, and shook his head as he quickly washed the inky black stuff from his hands--it had stained a little but it would fade quickly and he wasn't worried about it.

"Yeah, that's all you did alright," he agreed sardonically. All he had to do, and this was so completely entirely Shinji's fault.

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"It is not!" Shinji growled his protest, pouting and stopping stroking Kippei, folding his arms across his chest.

"It's not my fault! This is completely you're fault! You made us messy. How long before I can get in the shower? If you get in before me...actually that's smarter. But you shouldn't be allowed to have first shower since you made us messy to begin with. If you have it first then you have to brush my hair after I have mine!"

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Kippei gave him a mild look as he shook the water from his hands and turned off the tap. "Alright," he agreed, smirking faintly as he recalled a time that he'd come in his pants from doing just that. Shinji didn't remember it, of course, but Kippei remembered it like it was yesterday.

He wiped his hands on his pants and then unceremoniously unfastened them and let them fall, kicking them off and leaving them on the floor as he went over to start the shower. Still smirking. Yeah.

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Kippei stripped off, just like that, as if Shinji wasn't standing just there and watching, and Shinji couldn't not stare because he hadn't physically seen Kippei completely naked. He looked...amazing. Completely different to Shinji, and yet the same. Shinji licked his lips and suddenly turned away, embarassed, trying to think of something to do and deciding the snatch up the watch, sitting on the toilet seat and staring at it while his imagination pictured what Kippei looked like all wet and beautiful in the shower.

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Kippei took a very short shower, not bothering to wash his hair since he'd done that this morning, simply scrubbing down quickly and stepping out again, reaching over Shinji's head for a towel hanging from the rack.

"Your turn," he told Shinji, flashing him a grin that was pure mischief as he wrapped the towel around his hips and took the watch from Shinji's hands, double checking the time. Yeah, just about right. He raised an amused eyebrow at Shinji that said he knew exactly what Shinji had been thinking, even if he couldn't read his mind. "Get naked," he ordered, practically purring the words as he leaned back against the door and folded his arms, unashamedly watching him expectantly.

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Shinji gaped a little, wanting to tell Kippei to go away, but Shinji hadn't left he room when Kippei was showering so he couldn't really tell Kippei to get out. But...Kippei was watching! Shinji hadn't watched the whole time, but he had int he beginning. Damnit! He took a deep breath, glared and pushed his pants and underwear down in one quick move and quickly climbed in the shower, slamming the door shut and turning the hot water up so it filled with steam, at least distorting the image.

"You're such a pervert! You could at least look away," he grumbled, closing his eyes and letting the excess dye drain out of hair. It covered the bottom of the shower in a black swirl of water that washed down the drain until Shinji was able to look down and see only clear water. He blinked and tentatively grabbed some of his hair and looked at it, curiously. It was pitch in his hand. That was seriously strange.

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