tp5: kippei and shinji

[shattermelt]

Shinji was working on something, as usual. Kippei had no idea what it was, but it didn't matter. Shinji's slim fingers still flickered deftly among the electronic parts and his face held that look of focused concentration that was just damn hot. Kippei relaxed into his comfortable chair and hid behind a book he was pretending to read while he watched Shinji working. He wasn't hiding, exactly, but Shinji never seemed entirely comfortable with Kippei watching him, so Kippei tried not to be too obvious about it.

He liked Shinji's hands, liked them a hell of a lot, even moreso now that he had firsthand experience with the magic they could do. They were just damn sexy, and Shinji was good at what he did, his movements sure and competent and Kippei could watch him for hours, and did whenever he had the opportunity. Not that he made a big point of it, or anything. He didn't want to make Shinji nervous and maybe make a mistake in something vital, although he had no idea how important whatever it was might be.

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[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji snuck another glance at Kippei, smirking a little, because the man looked damn hot just draped over a lounge, completely relaxed and thankfully not paying any attention to him. It helped Shinji relax a little; perving while his fingers worked. It was a tiny distraction that he only indulged in between connecting things, fiddling with the weird blocks he had made and slowly attaching all the wires. He had been working three days straight with only evening breaks in between and thought he just about had it. If he did this right, he would know how to finish the ship system, not to mention he would have a very cool toy.

[ahael.livejournal.com]

It was only because he was watching so closely to begin with that Kippei noticed the little sideways glances Shinji was giving him--watching him back. It made him uneasy at first, thinking that Shinji had noticed him watching in the first place, but he soon realised that Shinji was merely sneaking peeks of his own while he thought Kippei was otherwise occupied. Interesting. Rather... nice, too, come to that.

Kippei studied the words he wasn't reading thoughtfully for a minute, then he put down his reader and decided the hell with it. Shinji couldn't be that focused if he was watching Kippei in between things, and it probably wasn't going to matter if he got a little distracted because Kippei was watching him. Kippei smirked just a little bit, quietly to himself, and let his gaze drift down to rest on Shinji's hands, slender and pale and perfect as they slipped in and out around wires and connections.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Kippei put down the book. Shinji shivered, feeling his gaze on him. God, why hadnt he kept reading? Shinji's fingers shook a little, then focussed, forcing himself to ignore Kippei so he could finish what he was doing. He got all the wires connected and then grabbed his little soldering iron and used two slender plates to join the head to the body. He checked three times to make sure he had everything right where it needed to be, then set about attaching four legs; four identical programmed points of balance with joints that would recieve information that would react as instinct. If it worked. God, he wanted to badly for it to work.

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Kippei watched curiously, having no idea at all what Shinji was doing, and even less what it was meant to accomplish. Whatever he was making looked strangely.... well, not strange. Almost familiar, but it didn't look like part of the station. It looked like... that was weird. Shinji couldn't possibly be making a robot? Although on his own time, Kippei supposed he could make whatever the hell he wanted to. Still, why would he want to? Maybe he was imagining things.

"What are you doing?" he asked finally, still watching Shinji's hands as they finishing checking and rechecking all his connections.

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Shinji glanced up, fingers still checking, hooking the little thing up to his laptop while he smiled, secretively and more than a little excitedly. He was pretty damn sure he had done it. He opened the connection and loaded the ship's altered system profile and made a few last tweaks before unplugging it and smoothing a hand down the underside. He very carefully put it on its 'feet' and turned it to face Kippei, then with a terrified finger, stabbed the on switch.

Two little ears pricked up and there was a low hum as it came to 'life'; tail moving from side to side as the head looked around, then started walking forward, stopping exactly thirty cenimetres from Kippei's feet and sitting, looking up at him on the couch.

Shinji let out a delighted howl of laughter, hellishly pleased with himself. He had made a robot cat, that reacted on electronic sensors that reacted like artificial instinct. The system worked.

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Kippei stared at the cat thing, and looked from it to Shinji and back again, a slow smile spreading across his face merely at the sight of Shinji's delighted grin. It was a cat--a robot cat. Kippei eyed it warily, but it didn't appear to be doing anything other than... acting like a cat? Sort of.

Kippei looked back at Shinji, raising a questioning eyebrow. He was slightly disappointed that Shinji was done working now--he hadn't gotten to watch for as long as he usually did.

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Shinji crawled over, pulling a pencil from behind his ear when he got near the cat, then waving teh pencil in front of it. The cat immediately swiped at the pencil, then retreated, tail wagging to maintain its balance while it waited for his next move. Shinji thrust the pencil at it, but was blocked by a paw. He laughed and pet the cat playfully.

"Im just testing a system," Shinji noted carefully, not wanting Kippei to ask too many questions. "It reacts on instinct." He stabbed the pencil again and felt it knocked aside, and laughed again. He couldn't begin to express how pleased with himself he was.

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Kippei was bemused, and did not at all understand what the point of this was, but Shinji looked so completely happy about it. Rather smug, really. Testing a system? A system for what?

"I see," he said anyway, doubting that an explanation would clear things up any. He fell silent, absorbed in watching Shinji play with the 'cat'. It was a very clever little thing. Sada would love it. So did Shinji, apparently. It must be one of those 'fun' things.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Oh hell yes, this was the best thing ever and Kippei didn't look like he really got it but that was just the way Shinji wanted it. He was building Kippei the best fighter ship ever and it was going to work perfectly! Shinji left the 'cat' alone for a while, pushing Kippei's legs apart and crawling between them, leaning on the couch between Kippei's legs and looking up at him with a delighted smirk.

"How does it feel to be dating a genius?"

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Kippei gave him an odd look, but he leaned down and kissed that smirking mouth anyway, because that was most important. Shinji was a genius, he was brilliant and hot and sexy and perfect and Kippei was never ever letting him go. Which brought him to the other part of Shinji's statement.

"I am not dating you," he objected, frowning a little bit--as much as he could frown when he'd been kissing the hell out of Shinji. Dating was one of those... temporary things. It didn't sound right at all. Not for keeping.

"You're mine, and I'm keeping you," he reminded Shinji, frowning a little more because Shinji should not be forgetting things like that.

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Hell yes, hell yes, hell yes! Shinji wrapped his arms tight around Kippei's shoulders and held him close, getting the most out of kissing him as he could. He laughed at Kippei's objection and hummed affirmatively.

"That's right...you're my wife." He stuck out his tongue, knowing Kippei would have a hell of a lot of objections to that, but he was on an excited high and was incapable of shutting up. "Mmmm, because I'm keeping you even when you're a corpse. I must love you a whole tonne huh."

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Kippei relaxed, his frown fading and he smiled faintly at Shinji, tugging him up and into his lap.

"I'm not your wife either," he said dryly, but he was still smiling. "You're mine and I'm yours, end of story." And since that was the end of that, he went back to kissing, wrapping his arms around Shinji and pulling him even closer. "No corpses," he murmured against Shinji's lips. "We're going to live forever, because I love you just as much." Okay, so the logic could use some work, but it made sense to him.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji was tempted to bemourn them both being wives and the house still not being squeaky clean, but he was too busy kissing, and getting kissed. Kippei, for once, was being illogical, and Shinji liked it a hell of a lot. He massaged his fingers through the back of Kippei's hair and smiled brightly.

"No corpses. Better get Doc Oht working on that miracle cure for death...I wonder what colour it will be."

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He had definitely asked for it. Needed, wanted, craved it, hands reaching to pull Shinji closer, agreeing completely with the statement, although he'd apply it to Shinji rather than himself. He would have said so, but his brain was still not functioning and speech was out of the question.

He spoke with his hands instead, with the fierce, hungry kiss and the way his body strained closer, hands sliding up under Shinji's shirt to cover his back, spread wide to touch as much hot skin as he could. God, Shinji was everything he wanted, and he wanted it so badly it made things break inside of him--things like control and restraint and reason. I want you.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji smirked and set about driving Kippei mad, since he seemed to want it. His hands explored, sliding Kippei's shirt up and off and tossing it aside because it so was not required. Then he was touching, skin to skin, and he lft dark handprints on Kippei's skin, like ancient paintings on cave walls and it made him smile, to see proof of his touch on Kippei. It also made the temperature in the room rise rather quickly. Shinji panted a little, trying to catch his breath and get his head to work, foot sliding off the edge of the couch and a low hum answering the movement. Startled, Shinji looked down and burst out laughing.

"Mmm...the cat wants in on the action." There, looking up at him from beside Kippei's foot was his little robot. He should make a screen for its face that did expressions...

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Kippei made a grumbling noise that rumbled in his throat and decided there were too many distractions and interruptions going on here. The couch was too small, for one thing, and the robot was a very cool thing but Kippei was so not interested in having it's presence in his sex life.

"Bedroom," he informed Shinji, and was vaguely surprised that he managed a word of more than one syllable. It was only right, however, to give him fair warning before he stood up, taking Shinji with him--easy enough when Shinji was wrapped around him arms and legs like he was.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji groaned, arms tangling around Kippei's neck and holding on tight, legs tightening around his hips, delighted by the way their bodies ground together as a result. Hell yes bedroom with the door shut just so the little cat couldn't come in because no way was Shinji having sex near a robot.

"Hurry up then," Shinji gasped, showering one broad shoulder with hot, wet kisses.

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The friction was going to kill him, Kippei didn't know how he was supposed to walk, but hurrying was a good idea. Shinji's mouth really ought to be illegal. He restrained a shudder and got revenge by nuzzling intently at Shinji's ear, licking and nipping absently while he kept half an eye on where he was going. It wasn't like he didn't know the way to his own bedroom after all. Still it would be highly embarrassing, not to mention something of a mood-breaker--maybe--if he tripped over something and fell while he was carrying Shinji. Though to be honest he didn't really think anything could break this intensity between them, and falling over would probably only result in a wrestling match and sex on the floor, so that wouldn't be a bad thing.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shit, shit, shit. That felt way too fucking good.

"Tachibana, get to a bed already before I tackle you onto the damn thing, you taste too damn good and you shouldn't be allowed to do that to my ear or you'll make a mess damn quickly..." Shinji attacked Kippei's throat in revenge, leaving a dark red mark in his wake.

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Kippei groaned under this assault and almost tripped anyway, stumbling slightly on his way across the room in his haste to get to the bed and tackling was actually a very good idea. Half-falling, half-pushing Shinji down on the bed as soon as he reached it, he paused only long enough to tear off Shinji's shirt--he didn't think he ripped it, but he wasn't entirely sure and at the moment didn't care--and then leaned down to kiss him absolutely senseless while his hands got busy with belt buckles and pants and really Shinji should wear things that were easier to get him out of.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

A slither of the old determination was easily quelled as soon as Kippei's hands touched Shinji's skin and no way was he telling Kippei to stop or trying to make this one sided; not when it felt so damn good. He struggled to get some sort of control, sliding further onto the bed and pulling Kippei with him, kicking his pants off the side of the bed before making quick work of Kippei's belt, getting rid of it and pushing down Kippei's pants, hands smoothing down his thighs, almost in relief. Skin against skin and warm and weight and perfect. He wanted to say something, anything, tell him he wanted more and now, but he couldn't think of how to say it; couldn't seem to think at all and just kissed back instead.

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This was the best thing ever, heat and fire and Shinji, and Kippei wriggled impatiently out of his pants as Shinji pushed them down, a definite relief. Skin on skin everywhere, all the way, and Kippei wrapped himself around Shinji's smaller form, wanting to surround him and feel him held tightly, pressed close with nothing, not even clothing in between. One hand smoothed over Shinji's hip, stroking down his thigh and tugging, raising Shinji's leg to slide between them, needing to be closer and entwined and god, just more. Part of you like you're part of me and one, complete, whole. His mouth left hot wet kisses on Shinji's chest and shoulder, his neck, a little desperate now.

"Need you," he whispered raggedly, resting his forehead on Shinji's shoulder as he tried to keep at least a sliver of a grip on sense and restraint, or he was going to end up hurting Shinji. "Need you so bad."

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"Me too," Shinji gasped, letting his legs fall open and wrapping them around Kippei, pulling him closer and holding onto him tightly. "Need you too." Had always needed Kippei. Even before the attack on his city, Shinji had never felt safe, or secure; had seen no hope for Fudomine. And he had been bored. But now he saw Kippei and he saw hope and he felt safe and secure and he wasn't bored anymore and he needed him, more than he had ever needed anything, now that he knew it was possible, to have such a thing. That such a thing could want him.

"Always needed you."

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Kippei concentrated on breathing for the moment, because that was getting difficult--he was hot, burning hot, and there didn't seem to be any air, although maybe that aching need in his chest wasn't for more oxygen, but more of Shinji. "Always," he gasped out by way of answer, searching out Shinji's mouth again to kiss him hard and deeply. Always needed you too. Never knew he could need this, never knew it could be like this, but he would go to hell and back and fight any power in the universe to keep from losing it.

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Shinji kissed back a little desperately. He had never been hungry for sex; wanted it sure, done it yeah but never thought he might just die if he didn't get it. Never needed it and never wanted it this badly.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, completely nonsensical. "How can I want you so badly?"