tp5: kippei and shinji

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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"Mmmm," Kippei answered, tipping his head back to lean into Shinji's fingers, closing his eyes as he smiled slightly. He slid one hand just under Shinji's shirt, resting on his hip and kneading softly at the skin. Shinji was so amazing, so tempting and attractive and Kippei just couldn't help himself, he had to reach and touch and try to get more and closer and now, always.

"You're my miracle," he murmured, still smiling to himself.

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Miracle? Shinji just blinked. That was a new one. Shinji was a little dumbfounded as to how someone as serious and with a stick stuck up up his arse on occasion as Kippei was could be such a sap, but he didn't mind; every tiny thing out of Kippei's mouth directed at him was a miracle.

"No, thats you," Shinji murmered. An Ambassador that could fight for them, a pilot that could save them...and man who could love him. Definately a miracle.

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Kippei chuckled, a quiet huff of laughter. "I'm no miracle," he asserted. "I'm just an ordinary guy who got stuck with a crap job that unfortunately gets far too much attention. Nothing special." Shinji on the other hand... Shinji was special. Shinji was incredible, unbelievable, something he would never deserve to have but was unable to not want and need with every cell in his body and every shred of his soul. Everything.

"You..." he stopped, shaking his head, because he didn't know how, didn't have the words to explain it. The wonder-tinged awe that he could hold and keep someone like this, someone like Shinji. Instead he leaned down and kissed him, a chaste, lingering kiss on his lips, gentle and warm and reverent as he tried to show what he couldn't explain.

Miracles are fire from heaven and dead men coming back to life. That's a miracle.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Such. A. Sap. But Shinji just enjoyed the kiss and let the embarassed warmth settle in his stomach, wrapping his arms around Kippei's waist, sliding his hands up under his shirt and tracing the line of his spine, still stunned he was allowed to do that at all.

"The last thing you are is ordinary." He smiled.

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Kippei shook his head, because he knew exactly how ordinary he was, but it didn't matter at all. He was Shinji's. He shivered a little at the feeling of Shinji's hands running up his back, turning his head and leaning down to kiss Shinji's neck, sucking lightly and kissing it again with a murmur of appreciation. Shinji's hands were probably still dirty from the work he'd been doing and for some reason that was hot.

"Your hands are so damn sexy," he murmured into Shinji's skin, and he was melting into them.

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"Huh?" Shinji stilled, staring at Kippei, dumbfounded. His hands clenched a little in Kippei's shirt, then he realised they were probably dirty and Kippei's shirt was white and...oh damn.

"Sorry...I didn't want to get your shirt dirty or anything...geez, I'm such an idiot sometimes. SO much for your genius boyfriend." He snorted a little, pulling his hands out and inspecting them. Sure enough the skin was darkened with grease. Bugger.

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Kippei blinked, and tilted his head, looking down at him curiously. Shinji was apologizing for... what?

"Did you hear what I said?" Kippei asked him, bemused. He reached out to take Shinji's hands, wrapping his own around them and caressing the palms, smudging the stains of grease and grime still further. Mmm god yes, sexy hands. He could feel the strength in them, the steel in the deceptively slender wrists and palms and fingers, and they were hellishly sexy.

"I love your hands," he informed Shinji, his voice a throaty sound that was almost purring. He raised one and kissed the fingers, his eyes still fixed on Shinji's with a dark, intense look. "I like it when you touch me," and just the words made a tingle run down his spine. God, yes, he liked it. He lifted the other hand and kissed those fingers too. It wasn't like he cared what happened to his shirt. Shinji had been using those hands to create the things that came out of his brilliant mind, and now he was touching Kippei with the evidence of that creating and the work and focus he'd put into it and it was really, really hot.

"I like them dirty," he added in a husky whisper, smirking a bit.

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Huh? Shinji instinctively wanted to pull his hands back and not let Kippei kiss them when they were dirty like that, but he was frozen and couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his fingers being that close to Kippei's mouth, dirty or otherwise. The throaty quality of Kippei's voice wasn't helping to calm the sudden rush of desire either; the husky smirk damn near undid him. Shinji very deliberately reached out and placed his hand hard against Kippei's chest, smearing it down and staring at the grey smear of grease in the shape of his handprint. He smirked a little, because somehow it felt like marking his territory; dirtying the Ambassador's shirt. He placed his other hand on Kippei's cheek and stared at the black marks from his fingers, then leant in to lick it, tasting grease and Kippei and metal and hell yeah...that was sexy.

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Kippei couldn't help the way his breath hitched when Shinji touched his chest, sending a sharp spike of heat to his groin. Damn. Damn. Shinji just turned his brain off, because he couldn't think at all. And that was before Shinji's other hand lighted on his face and left marks, he knew Shinji had just smeared dark fingerprints on his cheek and jesus.

Shinji leaned in to lick it and the short, rapid sound of Kippei's breathing turned into a soft groan, entirely without his permission, and he turned his head blindly to catch Shinji's mouth in a burning kiss. Brain, completely offline. Yeah.

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Mmm...Kippei's lips and mouth and that damn sexy taste and how was he not supposed to want to tie him to the damn couch and do wicked things to him then and there? Shinji moaned a little, getting up off the floor, crawling completely into Kippei's lap, straddling his hips as he pushed him hard into the couch, kissing him hard and deep and wanting more, and really he had so asked for it.

"You. Are so. Damn. Sexy."

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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.

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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...