tp5 kippei and shinji

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Apparently Shinji wanted to go for a walk. Kippei wasn't sure if that was all he had in mind, or if there was some kind of purpose behind it, but he figured it didn't matter much. A walk would be nice. It had been a long day, and a chance to relax and spend time with Shinji was always welcome--it didn't really matter where they went.

He paused for just a minute outside the door when he got home, because no matter how many times he did this, he never got over the fact that Shinji was actually waiting for him, there, every day. As soon as he went in. He couldn't help taking a moment just to realize how amazing that was before he actually opened the door, smiling as he went through.

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Kippei shook his head, a bit wonderingly. Shinji had thought of everything, apparently.

"It's own energy?" he asked, blinking. "No fuel?" Or minimal fuel, maybe. That was pretty incredible all on its own, if that was what he meant. Kippei reached out to run a hand over the side of the ship as he stood by the hatch, feeling it smooth and pristine under his fingers and suppressing a shiver. It wouldn't stay that way for long of course, not in space, but at the moment it was brand new and shiny and gorgeous.

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"Mmm...runs on the mere smell of it I swear." He hadn't used more than a jar of fuel to see if they could start it, and he hadn't put anything in it since. True it hadn't flown anywhere but it was running most of the day. Shinjiclimbed up the ladder and hopped into the tiny seat behind the pilots seat, barely even a navigators seat with only a few screens to monitor the ship and surrounds and a joystick to take over in an emergency. He reaached down and offered Kippei a hand.

"All aboard?"

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Kippei tried to smirk but the truth was, he was almost too focused even for that, and too elated for it to be anything less than a grin. The ship was singing at him, calling his hands and his mind and his body to wake her up and claim her and bring her to life. To fly, but that would have to wait. He swung himself up with Shinji's hand and climbed into the pilot seat, which fit as if it had been made for him, or maybe that was just his imagination. Knowing Shinji, maybe not.

"God," he whispered, though the reverent tone in his voice was not for any deity. He set his hands on the controls, flexing his fingers and molding them around the shaft, reaching to adjust one of the screens and stroking the panel beside him. "Just a little while," he murmured to her. "Just a little while longer, and then we're going to fly, 'Shi-chan." Arashi, she named herself in his head. Storm. The engine was purring at him, as if in answer.

God, what a ship. He laughed aloud, a soft delighted sound. "How the hell did you think of this?" he called back to Shinji, still stunned that this was even happening. Maybe he was dreaming.

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Shinji just watched, mesmerized by the confidence thrumming through Kippei, the look on his face, the way his hands curled around the stick. God was right; Kippei was beautiful. He leant over the back of the seat and wrapped his arms tight around Kippei's shoulders, caressing his collarbone, wishing he could reach around to kiss it while he just stared. Kippei fit it perfectly, just like he had made it. It had been weird, measuring Kippei while he was sleeping, but it was worth it now.

"Someone had to think of it. I cant stop you fighting...I wouldn't want to. But I can protect you...'Shi-chan? Mm...Shi-chan can protect you for me."

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Kippei chuckled, leaning back into the embrace and lifting his hands to cover Shinji's own, squeezing them in silent thanks. He didn't have anything to say, could hardly believe this and it was too big to put into words right now.

"I'm not going to be fighting like this," he said quietly, sighing a bit. Time to remember that again. He'd known when they gave him this job that he'd never fly in combat again. He still felt like just a pilot, but he wasn't anymore. Never again.

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"There's no reason you can't do both," Shinji murmered stubbornly, annoyed that Kippei thought he was trapped as the Ambassador. "They wanted a soldier for an Ambassador, they got one. So now the Ambassador can fight with the rest." Who cared if it wasn't conventional? Nothing Fudomine ever did anymore was conventional so screw them.

"Still...I don't really want you fighting with them. You can be a retired soldier and be the Ambassador and stay here with me, and just go out to do stuff near the Station. I think thats better." Shinji, in the end, just wanted to keep Kippei with him.

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Kippei was amused, if wryly. "It's better," he agreed. Not ideal, no, but better. He would feel like he was abandoning a post if he went out to fight like that now. Whether he liked it or not, he'd been promoted, and he couldn't just shove off the responsibility onto someone else. These were his people now, his station and his job. Flying was still a part of him and always would be, but it wasn't his job anymore, and that was the way it should be. He had Shinji to think of now, anyway, and fighter pilots weren't as good at staying alive.

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Better. That was good enough, Shinji supposed. He let Kippei explore then, just fiddling with stray strands of black hair on the back of Kippei's neck, or rubbing his fingers in little soothing circles on Kippei's skin. He liked just playing with Kippei; stroking and petting and just enjoying being close and watching him. Kippei was the ultimate machine, in Shinji's mind.

"I love you."

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"Mmmm," Kippei answered, eyes closed as he leaned back into Shinji's touch, feeling Shinji behind him and the ship all around him and for once, completely at peace. The right choice. The words floated to his mind, and he didn't have to analyse what they meant. This was right. Fate, destiny, whatever the hell it was... fighting it was useless when it was right.

"I was right," he whispered to himself. I was right about you.

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Right? Well, that wasn't surprising since Kippei was almost always right. Except about that whole not deserving anything thing; that had to go because it was all kinds of wrong. Mmm...because Kippei deserved everything. It just made Shinji hold on tighter.

"Good," he said instead of anything else he had been thinking, because if Kippei was right and saying it like that, then it must be good.

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Kippei ducked his head, kissing the hands clasped around his neck, and smiling faintly to himself.

"I chose you," he said quietly. "I chose you when I shouldn't, chose you in spite of everything, because I needed you more. I decided you were more important than this, than my job, than Fudomine, and I chose you even though I thought it might cost me everything. Because I needed you the most. And I was right. You're giving me everything back." More than everything.

"We've never had a chance, Shinji," he added softly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "We never had a chance, until now. You... this... this is a chance. For Fudomine, for all of us. You gave us that. For me. If I hadn't... if I hadn't chosen you..." Honestly, he didn't think he could have ever done that. It hadn't been that much of a choice, in the end, but he'd still been afraid that it was the wrong thing, no matter how much he needed it.

"I felt like I shouldn't, even though I wanted to, even when I needed you so much, I thought I wouldn't be able to do my job. But I chose you anyway, because even if I couldn't, even if I had to give up everything else, I knew I wanted you. You'd be worth it all. I was right. Now I have you and Fudomine..." he reached out to pat the ship again, his hand lingering briefly on the smooth panel. "Fudomine has this. New fighters, new hope, and it's all because of you." He grinned quietly to himself, and kissed Shinji's hands again. "I still think I get the best part." I love you too.

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Kippei was such a mnessed up weirdo. Shinji just stared at the back of the seat for the longest time, until finally he moved, climbing around the side of the ship and crawling into the small space; into Kippei's lap, pressed hard up against him, nose to nose. It was weird, but it was true. Shinji would never have done it, would never have risked so much of himself, for anything less than Kippei, not even for Fudomine.

"It's all for you."

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Kippei smiled, softly, rubbing his nose against Shinji's and linking his arms around his waist, pulling him even closer in the tiny seat.

"I know," he whispered, and that was the point after all. He ran his hands up and down Shinji's spine, tracing over the strong, graceful line of it, pressing against him.

"I love you," he said suddenly, needing to say it, out loud and definite and fierce. Usually he still felt odd about saying it, but sometimes, it was just necessary. "I love you so. much."

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Well...as long as Kippei knew, and still loved him, that was really all that mattered. That, and the fact it was a damn fucking cool fighter. Shinji wriggled a little then smirked, breathing hot breath over Kippei's ear as he licked his way across his cheek, then whispering seductively in Kippei's ear.

"Is this ship turning you on, or are you just happy to see me?"

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Kippei groaned and then laughed, half in disbelief and half in amusement.

"Both?" he gasped, hands clutching reflexively at Shinji's hips and trying not to thrust up against him because there really wasn't room. The ship was definitely turning him on, sexy perfect beautiful thing that she was, and flying always did that to him, but the fact that this ship was Shinji's, that Shinji had made it and made it for him, was definitely adding to the arousal factor, not to mention the fact that Shinji was sitting in his lap.

"You're so sexy, and your ship is sexy, and jesus you're not going to start something here, are you?" He shivered as Shinji's tongue licked at the hinge of his jaw, and his hands moved of their own accord to slip beneath his shirt. This was probably a very bad idea, but yeah, it was definitely turning him on.

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"It's not like anyone can see us, except your precious ship..." Shinji smirked knowingly, and continued to tease, shifting a little against Kippei's groin, rubbing up against him while he kissed him properly. There really wasn't enough room, but that didn't mean Shinji couldn't get Kippei hot and bothered, and later, when it was in the Fudomine docks and Shinji had cameras he controlled instead of the Kikumaru's then yeah...why the bloody hell not. He didn't care if it was uncomfortable; it was Kippei and he was hot no matter where you put him.

"You make me horny as hell. I'm fine when you're not around."

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"Likewise," Kippei growled, and one of his hands stole up into Shinji's hair, the better to kiss him back with.

"I never... wanted...anyone... so badly in my life," he asserted between kisses. "You make me crazy." And he had no idea why that was, why Shinji made him want and need things he'd never really felt the lack of, but it seemed to be something that was just Shinji.

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It made him dizzy, listening to those sorts of things, coming from Kippei's mouth. Shinji thought he could listen to him all day murmering such things. But for the time being he set about driving Kippei as far toward the edge as possible, and then with a groan all his own pulled back and stood on shaky legs, smoothing down his clothes.

"We should have an early night; there's lots of work to do in the morning." And the sooner they got home to bed the sooner Shinji could molest Kippei properly.

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Kippei stared at him in disbelief, and then let his head fall back against the chair, trying to catch his breath. Shinji was an evil tease. But he was right, here and now was not the place, so he took a minute to shove all his hormones back down to manageable levels.

"Dammit," he muttered, but he was smiling faintly as he dragged himself back out of the cockpit of the fighter and dropped down to stand beside it. "Right then, let's get out of here," he sighed, not without a lingering backwards glance at the ship. "You did good," he told Shinji, and leaned in for another kiss, for thank you and I love you and I really mean it.