tp5: Kippei and Shinji

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Kippei had spent several days thinking about things after the day he'd stayed home from work with his hangover. Fighting with Shinji had bothered him on several levels, and not everything that had been stirred up by the events of that night had been resolved, or even addressed. Shinji was staying, good, that was first and most important. Shinji was not actively mad at him anymore, even better. Did they still have issues? They most certainly did.

Not the least of which was something that had been a small thing at first, barely noticeable, but becoming increasingly glaringly obvious and just as frustrating. Shinji seemed determined to keep some aspects of their relationship... disturbingly one-sided, and it was making Kippei want to shake him. Just stop, he wanted to say, just stop doing things, but that wasn't really what he meant. He liked, definitely liked very much when Shinji did things, wonderful amazing things with his hands and his mouth and his tongue, and it was very, very good, but what he did not like at all was the way Shinji resisted him every time Kippei tried to do the same things for him. It made him want to shout in frustration or hit something very hard, sometimes.

It was like before, all over again, like when Shinji randomly kissed him in the shuttle or dragged him onto a dance floor or held his hand a little too long and Kippei had always forced himself not to react, not to let go, not to give in, to pull away and not do anything himself. It was like Shinji thought he was still going to push him away at any time, and he was just going to do whatever Kippei would let him in the meantime, but he wasn't expecting, or seemingly even wanting anything back. Kippei hated it.

Eventually he decided enough was enough, he'd run out of patience and he was getting more frustrated by the day and Inanna wasn't an option anymore. Shouldn't need to be an option anymore. This had got to stop. How, he wasn't exactly sure, but it was going to stop. He waited until one night after dinner when neither he or Shinji had anywhere else to be to bring it up. Or try to bring it up. He was still working out what to say. But he said, come here, and pushed Shinji down on the couch, settled in beside him and trapped his hands so he couldn't start anything distracting, and frowned a little bit to himself as he searched for words. Stop trying so hard to love me and let me love you back was a little too... something.

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Kippei was acting pretty damn strange, but Shinji had thought that was okay and he ate dinner and helped clean up as much as Kippei would let him and then he went over to the couch when Kippei called and let him pull him down beside him. But he didn't like having his hands bundled up in Kippei's; didn't like not having that sense of control while Kippei was looking at him like that. As if he didn't know how to tell him something. Shinji frowned darkly and squirmed a little. This was so not cool; he couldn't even distract him.

"If you even think of saying we have to talk, I'm going to kill you."

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Kippei rolled his eyes. "I was not going to say any such thing," he informed Shinji, and why couldn't everything be this easy? Just being with him, talking to him, bantering and snarking and listening and generally hanging out together was as good, as comfortable, as right as Kippei had always thought it would be. Having him here, that was perfect and frightening seamless and easy and easy to get used to.

Why couldn't the rest of it be that easy too?

"I was going to ask you something," he said slowly at last, the troubled frown returning to his expression. "I want to know if you..." he stopped again. Damn, this was hard. He sighed in frustration. "You never want me to touch you. Do you... I mean... do you really not?" That was the most ungrammatical question in the history of the universe, but he didn't know how he wanted to finish it. Do you really not want it, like it, think I want to... all of the above, maybe.

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Oh fuck it! Shinji stared at him a minute, hands going limp in his grasp while all the possible answers to that question paraded through his head. Did he not want it?

"Of course I want it," Shinji frowned, a little confused. How could anyone not want that from Kippei? Not that anyone else was ever going to get it, if Shinji had any say in it but that was so not the point. "I want...I...hmm." Okay. This was going to be a hard conversation.

"I always want you."

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Kippei shook his head. "That's not what I asked. You want me, yes, I get that--believe me, I get that loud and clear. But you don't want me to touch you," he repeated in a slow, deliberate voice. He was careful to keep the hurt and frustration out of his expression, the gradually building anger at the whole impossible situation, but he couldn't entirely hide the confusion, the puzzled bemusement that was the strongest thing of all. He just didn't get it. It didn't make sense.

"It's like you don't want me to want you." Which, okay, that was perfectly understandable if Shinji didn't want him either, but he so clearly did, that Kippei was baffled as to why Shinji would not want him to return the sentiment. He seemed almost afraid of letting Kippei touch him in any kind of sexual way, although he didn't seem to mind simple affection or letting Kippei hold him. Kippei could only think of one explanation, and even that one didn't add up entirely, but it was the only one he could think of, and he didn't like it at all. In fact, he hated it, and if it was the right one then there was somebody out there he wanted to hurt very very badly before they died.

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Shinji blinked. Several times. There was a whole truckload hidden under what Kippei was saying and he knew he wasn't hearing even half of it. He sighed, slumping back against the couch, looking at the ceiling for a moment.

"I want you to want me..." It was easy enough to say, because it was completely true. He wanted Kippei to want him more than anything, but that didn't mean he should let him. Loving Shinji was bad; was wrong on so many levels.

"You should never be tainted," he murmered, barely audible.

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Kippei stared, straining, just barely catching the soft words. What the fuck? "I what?" he said aloud, tightening his grip on Shinji's hands. Tainted? Oh he really did not like the sound of that. Did that mean Shinji thought he was tainted?

"What the hell makes you think..." he stopped, taking a deep breath, softening his voice because that had come out rather harsh. That I'm not already? That touching you would do that? "What does that have to do with anything?" Please, please do not tell me what I am thinking. Someone was definitely going to die.

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"It has everything to do with it!" Shinji grumbled angrily, feeling his temperature rising, the heat in his face unmistakable. He didn't want to fight with Kippei; why couldn't he have just ignored it like a normal person? His hands were hurting but he barely noticed it. At least as long as Kippei was holding on he wasn't going to leave...or tell Shinji to leave, since this was his place.

"You're...you're you! If...If there wasn't a war? I would never meet you. I would never be able to meet you! Ibus dont...Ibus aren't that type of people, we're just...just like me. And you're...like you. God, you're the fucking Ambassador, and I'm just a fucking mechanic. And I'm...I'm...people like me should not be allowed anywhere near you."

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Kippei's face clouded, darkening with a frown as he processed that. As simple as that? As insane as that? But god, at least... at least no one had hurt him, or done something Kippei would have to kill them for. Rape was an ugly word, but it had crossed his mind. It didn't entirely explain Shinji's reactions, but it fit enough of them to make him wonder.

This, though--this was far simpler and far more ludicrous. But it made him angry too, in a different way. "Then thank god for the war!" he snapped, and he really, really didn't mean that at all, and yet.... and yet he almost did. Almost. "The fuck do you think I am, Shinji? Ambassador is just a title, and a fucking useless one at that. I'm no more a diplomat than you are a housemaid. I'm a fucking soldier, and if anyone is tainted here it's me!"

He was really, truly angry, but mostly not at Shinji. More at the stupid society and stupid conventions and most of all, at his superiors for assigning him to this fucking stupid post where everything that stood between him and Shinji was magnified and reinforced and jesus.... he really was almost glad of the war if it meant he and Shinji could meet when they otherwise never would, and all the more frustrated because something he wanted that badly was being pushed aside, thrown away for the sake of stupid, ancient, traditional class values.

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Shinji stared, wide-eyed, for a few seconds, then got red hot mad, glaring ice chips at Kippei and snatching his hands free, holding his arms hard across his chest to keep himself from renewing that bruise on Kippei's chin for something that was completely not his fault. What did he think he was?

"You're Tachibana Kippei. I don't care if thats the Ambassador, or a soldier, or my damned boyfriend, but you're Fudomine through and through; everything about you screams everything I love and I wont dirty that with...with...gah!" His hands went into his hair, tugging hard at the dark strands, trying to vent his anger on something. He refused to dirty Kippei with Rikkai blood.

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Okay, enough with the talking thing, obviously not getting the message across. Kippei reached out and caught Shinji's wrists again, pulling them out of his hair and frowning darkly at the way Shinji had been punishing it. Did he really think he was that disgusting or lowly or what? Next he was going to be banging his head against a wall or cutting gashes in his arms and legs.

"You don't seem to be getting this," he told Shinji with deceptive calmness, and pushed him backward, pinning him to the couch with one swift movement and leaning down until his face was inches away. "I want you," he repeated in a soft, intense voice, and then he closed the last few inches and kissed him insistently, demandingly, hot and hungry and hard as he pressed closer, settling over Shinji and holding him effectively motionless beneath his weight. When he had to breathe, finally, he tore his mouth away from Shinji's addictive taste and stared down at him, panting, his eyes burning.

"I am all of those things," he admitted when he had mostly caught his breath, but it was still rough and deep and husky with need. God but Shinji turned him on so fast. "I am all of those things, and with everything I am I want you. I need you. I need to touch you, I want to give back to you as much as you give me, I want to make you feel as good. I need to show you how I feel. I have to, because I can't say it. I need to hold you and kiss you and look at you and touch your skin and taste it and make love to you. I want everything. Everything," he repeated, and then he kissed Shinji again, long and slow and deep before he let him go.

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Shinji had been going to protest, he really was, but the words died in his throat, becoming a desperate moan and even as he struggled against Kippei, trying to break free, he was pushing closer, trying to get more; desperately seeking that taste and warmth and everything that Kippei was. He knew he was being unfair; that Kippei, for some absurd reason wanted more just as completely, but Shinji couldn't do it. Could not bring himself to inflict that on Kippei. He turned his head with a heartbroken sob, staring at the room he had been living in and wondering if Kippei would really make him leave. If he would have to go back to Brown. Would anyone ever want him around again? I Rikkai-Fudo lower class rat hiding out on a station?

"You won't want me...you won't want me when you know."

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"Know what?" Kippei asked in exasperation, and the misery on Shinji's face tugged painfully at his heart. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. God, it so did not matter. Anything. It was Shinji, that was all. Kippei did not care what he thought was wrong, it was nothing. The only thing that mattered was that he finally had given in and Shinji was his and Kippei was never letting him go.

"Look, I don't think you understand," he muttered, sitting up and pulling Shinji into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. "Since I met you, you've made me crazy. I have never, never wanted anyone the way I wanted you. I couldn't stand it. I tried so hard, damn near killed myself trying to not want you and not to just take you when you were right there and you wanted me too and it just got worse and worse. It hurt, it hurt like hell. I need you. Just you, only you, always, because no one else has ever made me feel this way before. You are everything, the only thing I want. Whatever you're thinking, I don't care. It doesn't matter. There is nothing that will ever make me not want you."

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God, he wanted to believe it. Shinji hid in Kippei's lap, wrapping both arms around one of Kippei's, clinging though he would never admit it. Shinji wanted to believe him so much it hurt, but it hurt more to hide something so horrible from Kippei. Ever since he found out he had been doing the research and while it was damned hard to find the evidence was there. The hair was high class Rikkai, no doubt about it. He was the enemy. His own enemy. He wanted to tell someone so badly; wanted to get it out of his head, but he was terrified they would reject him. He was the enemy!

"I'm one of them." He wasn't even audible, and took a deep breath, closing his eyes and giving in, all the strength draining out of him. "I'm part Rikkai."

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Kippei blinked down at him, automatically cradling him closer as he slumped in seeming defeat. But the words didn't make sense.

"What?" What exactly was that supposed to mean?

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"I'm part Rikkaidai!" Shinji yelled at him, but he clung tighter, terrified Kippei was going to let go any second now, feeling tears building because it shouldn't have to be like this. It was bad enough when it was just a social class difference...but this was a blood difference. And a huge one at that.

"I...I don't know how, but he came and found me and told me and he was so fucking smug about it and I didn't think it could be true but he was right and I checked up on it and its real and I dont even know how, but its there, and its on my damn head and I hate them...I hate me...I shouldn't be allowed to touch you! You should get rid of me, I'm the enemy...I'm...I'm disgusting." And freaking out, not that it mattered.

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Well...now that was interesting. Kippei took a brief moment to examine that idea, holding Shinji tighter just to make sure he didn't disappear in the meantime. Part Rikkai, somewhere back, and Kippei hadn't exactly followed all of Shinji's rather excitable outburst, but he was fairly certain Shinji meant Yukimura had told him. And the bastard had been smug, probably guessing that Shinji would react this way. Blackmail, much?

Kippei laughed, slow deep laughter that built up and rumbled in his chest. "Reeeeally," he said finally, drawling the word in a dry tone. He kissed the top of Shinji's head, still chuckling. "Are you now." He supposed he looked rather smug himself.

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Of all the things Shinji had ever imagined Kippei might say or do, laughing was the absolute last ever thing. He wasn't sure that was what it was at first and just clung, waiting for a knife in the back or some such, but Kippei really was laughing and Shinji felt him place a soft kiss on his head and peeked up at Kippei through his hair, fascinated. Of all the things he had tried to get Kippei to laugh...this did it? They guy really was nuts. Kippei looked...smug. Like that damned Yukimura had looked.

"You...why are you laughing? It's not funny! I'm one of them!" He spat the word 'them', disgusted, wishing there was a way to drain all the Rikkai blood out of him and make him pure Fudo again.

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"Oh hell no, you are not," Kippei told him, still looking smug. "You are mine is what you are. You are mine." He paused, trying to think how to explain.

"It's funny," he said finally. "Trust me, it's funny. You are... victory." He nodded, pleased with the word. "I win. He thinks that he's claimed part of you but you are totally mine, and I have something of his now. And I intend to keep you. His own blood hates him. It's the absolute best thing ever." He laughed again, low and dark and wicked.

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His own blood. Shinji wanted to be sick. He barely avoided scrambling off the couch to go do just that, only the strong circle of Kippei's arms convincing him he didn't need to. He took a long minute to just absorb what Kippei was saying. That he was Kippei's was a fact, pure and simple. He had so completely convinced himself that he was disgusting and that Kippei would think so too, his brain had to take a long time to absorb that new word.

You are...victory. A low, delighted chuckle broke loose from Shinji and even though he wanted to cry he let it go and just laughed instead. Yeah, it was funny. Being even a tiny piece like Yukimura was a fate worse than death in Shinji's opinion, but maybe it was okay, as long as Kippei still got to keep him? Shinji idly stroked Kippei's wrist.

"Victory. I like that."

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"So do I," Kippei assured him, tilting his chin up with one finger and kissing him gently on the lips. "But that's irrelevant," he murmured against them. "It changes nothing. You are mine, you have been mine since I first laid eyes on you and I am still waiting for the chance to touch you the way I've always wanted to. I am tired of waiting." He stood up, taking Shinji with him and hesitating just briefly before setting him on his own feet.

"Come with me," he said softly, laying one hand on the side of Shinji's face and kissing him again. "Come to bed with me, and let me touch you. Let me show you how much I want you." He took Shinji's hand and tugged him gently toward the bedroom.

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Shinji immediately shook his head and dug in his heels, staring at the floor. He wanted to go so damn bad, but he was rikkai and a stupid mechanic and worth nothing, but Kippei...didn't care. It was so weird, and so abnormal but Shinji didn't give a damn that he was a big wig Ambassador either. Maybe it was okay. Maybe in the end, it had to be Kippei's decision. If Kippei made up his mind then it was okay right?

"You really dont mind?" He asked in a small voice, terrified that Kippei would turn around and scream yes and kick him out or worse.

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Kippei growled softly, half amused and half impatient. "No, I do not mind. I mind that I want you so badly I am losing my mind and you are being stubborn because of things that don't matter. Now come!" His voice turned commanding, as if he were back in his squadron, talking to his men. Really, Shinji was incredibly stubborn.

Kippei decided not to wait to see if he was done arguing yet; he scooped Shinji up in his arms again and just carried him, taking him in and setting him down on the bed, where he stood for a moment and just looked down at him, admiring the sight of Shinji in his bed where he belonged, watching him with heat and pride and love and desire. God, he was beautiful.

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Shit! Shinji just looked around and tried not to think too much about the fact the guy had just picked him up, no problems whatsoever, and carried him to bed, and was now looking at him as if this was completely normal...and as if Shinji were dessert. Not that Shinji minded; he loved that look in Kippei's eyes. Kippei had made his choice, and really if it turned out badly it was Kippei's own fault. Shinji reached out tentatively and took Kippei's hand, winding his fingers through Kippei's, staring at the linked hands. Then he tugged, hard and fast, pulling Kippei down onto the bed and kissing him, more than a little desperately.

"Say you love me, no matter what."

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"I said that already," Kippei grumbled, much more interested in kissing him back and tugging at his clothing, slipping eager hands beneath it to stroke the heated skin. He did not like repeating himself when he considered he'd given his word about something.

"I love you," he said between little kisses on Shinji's face and neck, covering every bit of skin he could find. "I love you forever and always, no matter whatever. Mine," he finished, with a much longer, more satisfying kiss on Shinji's lips.

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Well, okay, there wasn't much arguing with that, not that he was being given time to argue. Shinji panted a little for breath, trying to watch all the places Kippei was kissing, but it was hard to keep up when his brain was suddenly not working at all. Kisses were good...hell yeah...but distracting. Damnit, Kippei had learnt his trick. What were they doing? Oh yeah...

Shinji's hands tangled in Kippei's pants and tugged, fingers frustrated as they sought out the button and zip and got them undone. He wanted them off and there to be skin and he wanted to touch and taste and yeah...maybe he had been thinking a little one sided in denying Kippei what he himself wanted so badly.

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Kippei was immeasurably relieved to find that Shinji was no longer pushing his hands away, trying to stop him, trying to avoid his every touch. He took full advantage of it, pushing Shinji's shirt up and stripping it off as soon as Shinji finished with the button on his pants. God, yes. Skin and more skin and not nearly enough, but still. Good, god so good. His mouth latched on to Shinji's bare shoulder, licking and sucking as his hands traveled over Shinji's torso, slowly, carefully learning it by heart. Yes, finally yes.

He shifted against the searching, insistent hands on his pants, and came up on his knees to allow Shinji to remove them. He could hardly believe they'd spent most of the day naked in bed together the other day and nothing had happened, but then Kippei had been extremely hungover and not up to the kind of argument it had taken to get this far today. Today, he couldn't get naked fast enough and then by god something was definitely going to happen or he was going to spontaneously combust.

He kicked his pants off as Shinji pulled them down, and then attacked Shinji's with singleminded determination. Naked was the top priority for the moment, but his mouth was still busy trying to catch a taste of Shinji's skin, leaning down to lap at his breastbone and swirl his tongue around Shinji's nipples even as he tore the button and zip open on Shinji's pants and shoved at them impatiently.

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Oh geez, Kippei was a hurricane. Shinji barely got Kippei's pants off before his own were being shoved at and he kicked them off, not wanting them there either; not wanting anything between himself and Kippei. He struggled to sit up, wrapping an arm tight around Kippei's shoulders and pulling himself up to kiss him properly, still feeling a little uncomfortable naked in front of the sun god, but that was okay because Kippei still wanted him even with Rikkai blood. The swirl of Kippei's tongue on his skin drove Shinji half mad with lust and he returned the favour, kissing his way down Kippei's jaw to his throat, licking his way down to his collarbone and sucking hard until the skin bloomed red under his tongue. He smirked a little at Kippei; a very hot and sexy naked Kippei.

"Hmm...feeling a little bothered, Ambassador?" He drawled the title out deliberately, still thinking it made Kippei even sexier somehow. A pilot, the Ambassador, and his lover. Didn't get any better than that.

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Kippei growled, practically snarled at that, and tackled Shinji backwards onto the bed, pinning him down and rubbing against him, skin on skin all along the length of his body and holy fucking christ, that was good. He captured Shinji's mouth in a hard, almost bruising kiss, plunging his tongue in deeply, hungrily, devouring the sweet hot taste that was Shinji. God he was starving for this. No more restraint, no more waiting, no more holding back. Shinji was his and Kippei could show him exactly what that meant.

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Shinji's eyes slid shut and a low moan escaped, muffled by the deep kiss. So much skin and heat and hell yes he wanted this, how could Kippei have thought he didn't, no matter how much he pushed away? There was still that part of him that was disgusted; that swore this was wrong on so many levels, but he shoved it deep down and kissed back desperately, giving as good as he got. He wrenched at his hands, not liking being pinned down; wanting to make Kippei make those delicious sounds he usually made, but he had the odd feeling he wasn't going to get to do as much as usual. Still, he got one hand free and slid it down the length of Kippei's body in a slow, idle caress, kneading his hips when he got to it before going down between his legs and smirking.

"I'll take that as a yes then shall I?"

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Was Shinji actually expecting him to talk? Kippei growled and decided there were better uses for Shinji's mouth, like a lot more kissing. Shinji's hands were perfect, wonderful, and so much better when he could touch back, returning the long slow sweep of hands down Shinji's body, stopping to trace the lines of bone and muscle, feeling and searching and caressing every little plane and ridge and hollow of the slender frame. His hips made almost unconscious little thrusts against Shinji's hand, and he groaned at the feeling of friction even as he let his own hand drift lower, over the angles of Shinji's hips and down to grasp his erection, stroking firmly, fiercely pleased that he could, that Shinji was letting him, that he could give Shinji that same feeling. God, yes, good.

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It shouldn't have been surprising, but a startled groan made its way from Shinji's lips and his eyes flew open, staring at Kippei and then slowly his gaze dropped down and it really didn't make sense, that sight, but he could feel it...god, yes, he could feel it. Tachibana Kippei was stroking his cock. Hot damn. Shinji's own hand tightened in response, tugging gently, too shocked to think of doing much else. He was sure nothing was really meant to feel this good. It certainly had never felt this damn good before, but he had never been so completely in love and lust before. He loved the incoherancy of it all; the growls and groans and skin on hot skin as if he were flushed with fever. He smiled at that and got his other hand free, caressing the ide of Kippei's face while showering him in light, teasing kisses.

"You're my sickness and my medicine."

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Kippei shuddered as Shinji's hand tightened around him, holding back a groan of his own, but damn, it was sexy when Shinji made that sound. The light little kisses on his face and neck were just as bad, tiny coals of fire in the midst of general heat. He was hot, he couldn't remember being this hot and burning up, his skin scorching everywhere Shinji touched him. People must die from this sometimes, just absolutely melt away.

He leaned down to fasten his mouth on the side of Shinji's neck as he quickened his strokes, wanting Shinji to make that noise again, wanting to hear the sounds of pleasure and know that it was because of him. He sucked hard on the skin as he kept stroking Shinji's cock, still moving against Shinji in the same kind of rhythm--it all fed into each other, what he was doing and what Shinji did making a connection, a sense of sharing that went back and forth and hell, fuck yes, this was what he wanted.

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Oh hell. Shinji's free hand tangled in the short strands of Kippei's hair, tugging ineffectually as heat, hot and stinging bloomed in his neck and man that was going to leave a mark and Ina would know what it was immediately and Shinji just did not fucking care; just wanted more. He was completely unaware of the throaty groans he couldn't swallow, damn near hypnotised by the rhythm of it; the perfect synchronisation. Everything about Kippei just fit; was so exactly everything he had ever wanted. He tugged, pulling Kippei up and kissing him hard.

"I love you," he told him rather breathlessly. "Everything. Love you."

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"Everything," Kippei agreed, voice hoarse and raspy and just as breathless as Shinji. He licked apologetically at the mark he'd made, and buried his face in the curve of Shinji's neck as they moved together, groaning a little himself because god, he was so close, so fucking close and it felt so good, perfectly right and good beyond anything.

"Shinji," he gasped, meaning yes, and I love you, and you're gorgeous and a hundred other things he couldn't say right now, and then he was coming, his grip tightening around Shinji's cock as his body arched with release. God, yes. Everything.

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Shinji felt hot sticky wetness on his fingers and his stomach and his thigh and he clenched his eyes shut, feeling his own body react and coming hard in Kippei's hand. It felt so. damn. good. And Kippei was talking with his name again and that was just perfect. Shinji just lay there, struggling for breath, eyes closed while he lazily pet Kippei's hair. After a few minutes he lazily lifted his hand and stared at the cum on it, then equally as lazily licked it off with a pleased hum in the back of his throat. Kippei tasted damn good.

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Wow. Kippei felt absolutely boneless, limp against Shinji and Shinji was stroking his hair, which was weird, but... nice. No one had ever done that before. He lay with his eyes closed, smiling slightly, and just breathed with Shinji for a minute. That was the best sex of his life, right there, and it had to be just because it was Shinji.

He opened his eyes a crack when Shinji stirred, watching intently as fuck, he was licking his hand. That was extremely hot. He raised his own hand and licked it experimentally, and decided that he rather liked the taste of Shinji, but still... licking his own hand wasn't nearly as hot. He reached for Shinji's instead, bringing it down and licking it clean with intense, careful concentration.

"Mmmm," he decided, purring as he finished and let Shinji's hand go, looking smug.

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Shinji just stared, wide-eyed. He was sure he must be hallucinating or something, still on a natural high, but he could feel each hot slick lick of Kippei's tongue across his hand and damn it that was just about the hottest damn thing he had ever seen. After a few minutes he snatched up Kippei's hand and it was damn weird licking up his own mess but he didnt mind it, in the end, because he was licking Kippei's hand and his fingers and hell yeah that was a good thing.

"You." Lick. "Are making me." Another. "Very fucking hard." Lick, lick. "Again!"

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Kippei blinked at him, lazily, as if he didn't know what Shinji was talking about. The smirk was just faintly there, at the corner of his mouth.

"Mmm?" he said again, more of a question this time. He felt very sated, enough so that even though he getting a bit aroused again himself, it didn't have the edge it had before, and he was willing to take the time to tease Shinji a bit first, as if he had no idea what he was doing to him.

The licking, that was very good, and he bent his head to lick slow broad stripes across Shinji's abdomen, working his way up to Shinji's chest and paying special attention to his nipples, stopping to take one between his teeth, biting lightly, while his hand slid up sneakily to toy with the other, rubbing the hard nub and stroking his palm over it. He was having fun, betrayed by the glint in his eye as he glanced up for Shinji's reaction.

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Fucking tease! Shinji glared at him, or tried to but every time Kippei's tongue touched his skin he felt his skin heat ridiculously in its wake and then the damned man went and bit his damn nipple and there were fingers, so obviously toying with him it was infuriating, and yet he loved every second of it. He was too stunned to say anything at all, absorbed completely in feeling it, in just letting Kippei do whatever the hell he wanted. There was a glint in his eyes that said Kippei was having fun, regardless of how nonchalant he appeared. Shinji was flushed, a pink tint over most of his skin as he pushed himself up on his elbows and traced a shaking hand down the side of Kippei's face while he panted for breath. At last he gave in and collapsed back against the blankets again with a heady groan.

"You're incorrigable!"

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Kippei grinned smugly, and licked a path up Shinji's breastbone to the hollow of his throat, purring to himself. This was more like it. Touching, tasting, feeling to his heart's content, everything he'd ever wanted and never even known he wanted all wrapped up in this one perfect package of lithe limbs and hidden strength and smooth skin, enigmatic eyes and sexy hair and it was Shinji, more perfect than he could ever have imagined.

His hand smoothed over Shinji's side, down to his hip, rubbing absently with his thumb while he sucked gently on Shinji's collarbone, taking his time, slow and sweetly just exploring, learning, wanting with all the time in the world to have it.

"Mmmm... I love you," he murmured, nuzzling, and somehow it was easier to say this time.

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Shinji sighed, content, and he curled around until he could wrap himself around Kippei, feeling hot and bothered and entirely too good. Kippei's hands should be illegal...but he was very happy they weren't. His own hands stroked lazily up and down Kippei's back, holding only loosely. It was a heady feeling, the degree to which he was in love with Kippei.

"Me too. I love you too."