tp5 log: shinji goes home

[shattermelt]

Shinji was going home. Thank god! It wasn't that he didn't like staying at the Angel, or with Ina, far from it. But he hated being a burden on anyone, and Ina was completely supporting him and he didn't like that at all. So when he finally got the all clear from Ina too, he was delighted, to say the least. He could go home, and he could get to work on the new craft system. And he could buy his own food, and get dirty if he had to, and he could sleep on a weird schedule without anyone thinking he was weird, or being a bum or ...it was just better. To be at home, where no one could question anything he did. Yeah.

So he was going through his room at the Angel with a fine tooth comb to make sure he didn't leave a mess or forget anything so Ina wouldn't have to go all the way to his place just to return a comb or something. She had already done more than enough for him.

It was a little bit later than Kippei had planned on when he finally got to the Angel. He knew Shinji hadn't been expecting him early, but he had still hurried because he wanted to get there as soon as possible. He'd been restless and irritable all day, and consequently short with people, which wasn't all that different outwardly from his usual behavior, but he could feel the shortness of his temper and his difficulty in hanging on to it, and he knew it was because he just didn't want to be anywhere but there right now.

He allowed himself a small sigh of relief as he turned over the last few tasks of the day to his aide, and left to catch the shuttle to Brown. They were going to have to figure something else out, because this arrangement was just not cool. Living on opposite sides of the station was a pain in the arse.

Shinji stuffed the last thing he owned into his bag and went to say his thanks, hugging Ina like she was about to disappear, hard and wondfully and thanking her profusely before heading for...whatever was the quickest way to his place. There were several ways to get there, but he opted for a longer route, past the shuttle port, because it was cleaner and less likely anything could go wrong and hence he wouldn't be lectured beyond all recognition for it. Besides, Kippei still hadn't been yet and Shinji was holding onto the brief hope he still might get to see him tonight, and the only way that was going to happen was via the shuttle. So. That was the way.

Kippei almost missed him, not having expected to see Shinji here. The Angel was mercifully close to the shuttle entrance, and he was completely focused on getting there in as short a line as possible. It was only because of his usual habit of scanning his surroundings, no matter how distracted he was, noting everything even if he dismissed it immediately, that he saw Shinji at all. When he did he stopped in his tracks, taking a moment to abort his current mission and changing direction--Shinji had already seen him, as if he'd been looking for him. Kippei frowned cautiously as he approached.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and then he took in the fact that Shinji was holding his bag and it had been about a week now and... was he going home finally? An odd note of disappointment tangled with fierce elation inside of him, and Kippei forced himself to relax slightly, even as he looked around warily. Standing in the middle of a crowded shuttle port was not a place he felt comfortable letting his guard down. "Going home?" he asked, his voice softening in spite of himself.

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Shinji thought it was rather obvious what he was doing, but he also supposed Kippei had a point and that this amount of hickey's was going to look rather odd in the Collective, but he didn't stop until he had finished that particular mark, then he let Kippei kiss him back, moaning into it because it was so damn consuming. He was sure his room had never felt this hot before; he had never wanted something so much as he wanted Kippei.

"I'm not God," Shinji muttered at last, panting a little for breath, wondering if it was always going to be so intense with Kippei and figuring that was a stupid thought since the Ambassador was always intense. "Mmm...but it would be fun to be your god. But I think her name is Sada.." He chuckled, remembering how simply Kippei had given in to her desire to dress the man, and how much he let her get away with. It was cute really, now that he didn't feel like he had to battle for anything from him.

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Kippei shook his head, not really getting it, but whatever Shinji said. "I don't believe in god," he told Shinji dryly, a little short of breath himself. But maybe there is one, because I don't have any other explanation for you.

His hands were restless, wandering up and down Shinji's back, tracing his spine and shoulder blades and back down to his waist, sliding up under his shirt because he couldn't get close enough. Shinji had apparently done a wonderful job of turning him on, not that Kippei was surprised by this at all, and his whole body ached with wanting and needing and that desperate hunger that he'd never felt before he met Shinji. He'd never wanted anyone like this in his life, he hadn't known that people felt like this. It was strong and deep and wild and a little bit insane.

"You make me crazy," he breathed, leaning up to lick at Shinji's throat and deciding to make a few marks of his own. Licking, sucking, scraping his teeth over Shinji's pulse and sucking harder, leaving little bite marks and bruises and damn, Shinji was fucking hot.

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"Good," Shinji hissed, clenching his eyes closed and damning Kippei's tongue to hell where it belonged. And his teeth while he was at it. For someone who claimed so little experience in the field, Kippei sure knew what he was doing. Or maybe Shinji was just easy, though Shinji really didn't think that was it. Shinji was a little desperate for something more, not necessarily sex but skin and warmth and touching and he pushed at Kippei's shirt, deft fingers attacking buttons and getting them undone so his fingers could stroke the long stretches of warm skin underneath. Shinji opened his eyes and took in the view; Kippei's chest and god...there was no man alive who was sexier, not to Shinji.

"You drive me insane."

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"Then we're even." Kippei was slightly uncomfortable with the way Shinji was looking at him; he couldn't remember anyone ever just looking, like that, like they wanted to eat him alive or something. Like he was all their fantasies brought to life. It was a little bit unnerving, because he just didn't think of himself that way, but it was pretty flattering too. Embarrassing, but cool.

Still, he only waited a minute or two before he reversed their positions, flipping Shinji over on his back and attacking his shirt in turn, although he had considerably more trouble with the buttons than Shinji had. He growled at them, tugging sharply, and one or two came undone but the rest of them continued mocking him until he finally just pushed the entire shirt up and pulled it over Shinji's head.

"Heh." Smirking, he smoothed the flat of his hand over Shinji's chest and stomach, and it shot sparks along all his nerve endings, heat flaring through him from his fingertips and his arm down his spine to his groin, and he couldn't restrain a slight shiver. Just being able to touch, to look, was enough to shake him right to the core.

Maybe he couldn't handle this, this much, whatever it was inside of him. Chaotic, intense, need and aching wonder. Shinji was perfect, and just... beautiful, if that was the word, but it was the only one that fit. So beautiful it hurt just to look at him.

Kippei had always thought the only thing that incredible was the sky full of stars.