RP log: Shinji and Kippei

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Date: Jan 30th, after the previous log.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Morning after fluff, because Kagi was cranky and wanted it.


Shinji stared at...something. It took him a good half hour to realise it was blue, and another hlaf hour to realise it was alive, and was Kii, and cute, warm and fluffy. When he made this realisation his fingers twitched and spider-crawled over the sheet to grab hold, pulling the little cat close and retreating back under the doona. God, it was too bright and the curtains were still closed. He wasn't going out today, at all, and Kippei wasn't either if he had any say in it. His head wasn't even pounding; it was just a mass of hurt that didn't even qualify as pain anymore, that weird numbness that happened when you hurt yourself having settled in. It made Shinji snicker a little. Sex was always interesting, but fucking worth it and then some.

His free hand went exploring, finding warm skin that wasn't his own and tugging it closer to no avail, which was a bit of a shame. In fact, Shinji felt kind of dirty....he should have had a shower but oh well. That would require getting up and that just wasn't happening. He turned, moving Kii so he was trapped between Kippei and himself, then he focussed on Kippei, smiling at the relaxed set of his features on the pillow. Hot, hot boyfriend. Smirking a little, Shinji leant forward and languidly licked at one exposed nipple.

Kippei made a murmured noise of approval, still half asleep as his fingers reached for Shinji's hair. Shinji's moving around had only barely disturbed him, but it had brought him out of a deeper sleep and now with that he was definitely waking up, although rather slowly.

Morning to you too, he thought with faint, lazy amusement. He lay with his eyes closed, fingers gently rubbing at Shinji's head and let the drowsiness take its time loosening it's grip on him. He was as sore as Shinji had warned him he'd be, not that he'd cared then, or now. It wasn't like he had to get up anytime soon, and he didn't intend to.

Shinji stopped licking and groaned, curling in tighter and trying to avoid all things related to heads and thoughts and whatever. He would have glared but there wasn't much point when Kippei had his eyes closed.

"Don't think at me...'m not listening," he mumbled distractedly, stroking his hand down Kippei's torso. "You okay?"

Kippei's eyes flickered open then and he frowned slightly. Headache. That bothered him still, he didn't like it when Shinji overused his powers during sex, not that Kippei could stop him. It didn't seem right, although in this particular instance he supposed he'd done the same thing, disregarding any physical effects because...it had been worth it. And maybe it was worth it for Shinji, too, but he still didn't like it. Although maybe if he thought of it that way he understood better now why Shinji had been so stubborn about making him wait until he was fully recovered.

"M'sorry," he muttered, trying to get his voice to work. He rubbed his eyes and blinked, refocusing on Shinji and looking for the lines of strain on his face that would tell him how bad the headache was. Clearing his throat, he made a soft rumbling noise of dissatisfaction as he reached out to brush his fingers across Shinji's forehead. "Forgot about that." He frowned again; he should have remembered, should have... something. You shouldn't have done that, he wanted to say, but it was so glaringly hypocritical even to himself that he kept his mouth shut and merely sighed softly to himself. Worth it, huh? It didn't feel as worth it when it was Shinji hurting and not just himself. Well, maybe. It had been his choice after all, and that had been damn good sex. But still...

Shinji smiled despite the absurdity of it. Kippei was a hypocritical prick sometimes, but Shinji loved him like that so whatever. Besides, he made up for it by looking all cute and sleepy and contrite. Shinji leant up and kissed him soundly on the mouth. It was just a headache. He'd rather get one having sex than sitting in a boring classroom listening to wanna-be cheerleaders or worse.

"You're silly," Shinji murmered when he pulled away long enough to do so. "...was good sex. You can't be sorry bout good sex." Shinji didn't have much experience to base it off, but he was sure this was a basic rule of life or something. He smiled as brightly as he could. "Morning beautiful."

A little bit dazed, because damn Shinji was kissing him and he wasn't awake enough to process that and still think at the same time, Kippei nodded silently. You can't be sorry about good sex. That was true enough. It would be a shame to be sorry for that. Then he frowned, a crooked frown that was hindered by one corner of his mouth trying to smile in spite of itself because Shinji was smiling at him, that breathtaking smile that was rare but still one of the most beautiful things in Kippei's world.

"M'not beautiful," he protested. Nothing like Shinji, nowhere near like Shinji with that smile on his face... god. He reached out one finger, almost hesitantly, as if he were going to trace the curve of Shnji's lips, then settled on his cheek instead. "That's you," he murmured, and the smile won, erasing his frown as it spread slowly across his face.

A disagreeing snort escaped Shinji's lips, but he leant in to the hand on his cheek, trapping it against the sheet while he shifted a little closer, careful of the wiggly little cat near his stomach while he pressed closer to Kippei. He liked sleepy Kippei a whole damn lot. But then he liked everything about Kippei so that wasn't saying much, but still.

"Does that mean you love me?" He asked with mock innocence, for once, his smile bright and happy, delighted that Kippei wasn't trying to turn them out of bed and go to class. They really were going to get to stay in bed and that rocked.

Kippei chuckled softly in the back of his throat, his free hand slipping around Shinji's waist and holding him lightly, careful of the.... why was there a cat in the way? He blinked, then dismissed it as unimportant.

"You know it does, gorgeous," he informed Shinji, smiling again, his voice still low and husky with sleep. He was mostly awake now, but entirely disinclined to move much. He was much too comfortable right here--except for protesting aches of his body, but he was ignoring those in favor of watching Shinji, feeling that smile dart through his soul like a shaft of sunshine. He barely noticed his sore muscles when Shinji was looking at him like that. He let his hand trail idly up and down Shinji's side, feeling entirely content.

Shinji would have blushed, but it seemed sort of counter productive to blush at being called gorgeous when you were naked and still smelt like sex from the night before. So instead, Shinji just smiled and reached down to fish the cat out from between their bodies, holding him out to lick at Kippei's cheek and laughing throatily under his breath. The two things he loved most in the world, in bed with him. Bonus. Though, unfortunately for Kii, the real thing came first and Shinji gently leant over the side of the bed to desposit the little cat on the floor. He came back and sat beside Kippei, stroking a lazy finger down Kippei's nose.

"Does it hurt bad?"

"Mmm?" Kippei blinked up at him, unsure at first what he was asking about. Why was Shinji asking him how bad his headache was? Oh. Right. He shook his head, though now that Shinji had reminded him he could feel it again, the overall soreness and a few distinct places that throbbed in time to his heartbeat. His leg for one, and he shifted carefully, trying to relieve the pressure on it without alerting Shinji to what he was doing. He held back a wince as it throbbed more sharply for a minute, pain flaring up to his hip, and then settling into a vague murmur. Better.

"Not bad," he assured Shinji with a half smile. He'd gotten off somewhat easier than he thought he might, really.

Rolling his eyes, Shinji figured it probably wasn't a good idea to smack Kippei, no matter how badly he deserved it. The guy had moved and damn near winced it hurt so bad, and this was the most stubborn guy on earth, Shinji was sure. But instead of smacking him for his stupidity, Shinji leant down and kissed him.

"Liar." But it was okay because there was no downing the good sex. "Your punishment is to stay in bed all day."

Kippei gave him a slow, lazy grin, and tugged Shinji down closer to lay against him, wrapping his arms around him again. Comfort. Warmth. Safety. What were a few aches and pains, compared to that?

"That's a punishment?" he drawled in question, raising one eyebrow with amusement. It sounded pretty damn good to him. He could stay right here like this maybe forever. But since Shinji had asked him now, he felt there was no point not asking him in return--it was already too late to hope that if he didn't ask, Shinji wouldn't either.

"How's the head?" he murmured softly, reaching up to lay a gentle hand briefly on Shinji's hair.

Head? Oh, he had a head still, unfortunately, though he supposed he would look pretty stupid without one. He smirked and tried not to be too obvious about liking the hand in his hair.

"Still attached?"

Kippei gave him a look of wry patience and refrained from rolling his eyes. Stubborn, was he? Not any more stubborn than Shinji. But fine, if he wasn't going to admit it, then Kippei was just going to leave his hand there, twined carefully in his hair, fingers stroking slightly back and forth in tiny caressing motions.

"Does it hurt?" he asked finally, a faint shadow of worry still in his eyes in spite of the wry smile.

"A little," Shinji shrugged. "It's that funny hurt, when it hurts heaps but then it doesnt hurt anymore...i think I slept through the worst of it because some hot sexy guy wore me out." He figured he was going to be smirking a lot today, but really it was Kippei's fault...sort of. Maybe. Okay so maybe not. Whatever. Smirking was fun.

"You make me feel better."

Kippei smirked too, loving all the implications of that, and shifted closer until he could kiss Shinji's sexy mouth. The explanation was typically vague, and yet more detailed than he probably deserved, considering he hadn't given Shinji much of an answer to his own question.

"I wore you out, huh? Guess I'll have to do that more often." He nuzzled contentedly at Shinji's neck, licking briefly with a soft hum of appreciation. Shinji always tasted so damn good.

"I'm not a cake you know," Shinji mumbled, a little disgruntled, but more because it was morning and he was still dirty from last night, than because of anything Kippei would possibly think of doing. He liked the idea of Kippei wearing him out more often; he was so going to wear Kippei out one day. But he understood the temptation all too well. So much so that Shinji pushed Kippei away just enough to be able to kiss him properly, on the mouth with lips and tongues and ...all the really good stuff.

Kippei ignored this objection, since it wasn't really an objection, and leaned forward, pushing Shinji onto his back as he kissed him back hungrily, tasting deep and licking at the roof of his mouth. That was better than cake, that was, and Shinji should know that. His hands slid over Shinji's chest and his stomach, possessively, trying to cover the warm skin as completely as possible because it was all his. Smooth and naked and hot against him as he lay half draped over Shinji, raising his head finally to look down with the ghost of a smirk at Shinji's flushed face and red lips.

"Miiine," he purred, the drawn out word rumbling deeply in his chest and throat, feeling good. He liked it that Shinji was his, wanted to be his, loved just being with him, like this when it was just the two of them and they didn't have anywhere to be, warm and safe and together, close. His eyes held a teasing gleam as he tilted his head, just looking at Shinji. "Sexy," he noted, knowing that Shinji would blush. God, he was gorgeous and incredible and he had no idea how amazing he was.

Shinji was blushing before Kippei said anything, the posessive growl of 'mine' more than enough to make him feel warm. Now he was sure he looked like a tomato and couldnt be anything resembling sexy but Kippei seemed to think he was and so that was all that mattered. That, and the hot kisses and streaks of fire Kippei's hands left on his skin as they brushed over him. It was better than it used to be even, because Shinji was figuring out how to do the same and it wasn't as odd to him anymore, thinking about sex and fun and Kippei and....yeah.

"Mine," Shinji agreed happily. Mornings rocked. Well, mornings in bed rocked.

Kippei had to kiss the adorable fiery blush, right on Shinji's cheek where it didn't look like fading anytime soon. He felt vaguely smug, partly leftover from last night and partly because it was fun, making Shinji blush. There was some odd thrill in saying things that were perfectly true and yet so shockingly foreign to Shinji that it apparently embarrassed him to hear it.

He shifted slightly, carefully settling himself without disturbing his abused muscles too much--not that he was paying much attention since he was still watching Shinji--and folded his arms on Shinji's chest, lying there watching him with a slight smile and a warm glow in his eyes.

"I can't believe no one's ever told you that before," he murmured, shaking his head. He found it incredible that everyone didn't take one look at Shinji and see what he saw. That anyone could look at him and not want him. He couldn't imagine it.

The little kiss only made Shinji blush harder because it was an 'i know you're blushing' kiss. Shinji just shrugged at the question that wasn't quite a question because really it had a rather simple answer.

"There weren't people to say that before." Sheltered, Shinji recalled. People called him sheltered. Shinji liked it that way, or he had, but he wondered sometimes now if there had been a Kippei before and he just hadn't known, but he didn't wonder long because there was a Kippei now, and that was all that mattered.

Kippei stared at him. "Shin, you've been at this school as long as I have. There are people everywhere. You don't have as many classes but you had some. You saw people. There had to have been someone..." He shook his head again, incredulous. "I can't imagine how all those people could see you and never want to... to.... god, Shinji, no one's ever tried to kiss you? No one's ever asked you out or tried to hit on you or..... jesus. I don't get it," he muttered to himself. "I just can't believe no one's ever even told you how insanely hot you are. There's no way they could look at you and not realize it, they'd have to be blind."

"I went to class with psychics. I'm only in class with you because they realised I wasn't psychic and sent me to normal classes. Well, as normal as you get here anyway. And I didn't actually go to class a lot of the time, just music really, and I was the only one in my class for that, other than the teacher and I got to just sit and play guitar, because Sakaki gave me a guitar when I first came to the school, so maybe I just looked like a dorky nerd. But then my old room was near the music room, and so I didn't have to go far..." Shinji frowned. He really hadnt seen many people, just heard them. "I don't like people. ....and I'm not hot! I mean I am because I keep blushing but not...hmph."

Kippei raised his eyebrows in polite disbelief. Yeah, right. He thought it was far more likely that Shinji had just never taken any notice of anyone who might have wanted to check him out, and he'd been fortunate enough to never run into anyone aggressive enough to go after him in spite of it. At least, Kippei considered it fortunate. Shinji might not. Kippei refrained from asking, for the time being anyway. He had more important things to say.

"You are. You are sexy as hell," he informed Shinji, his voice flat and serious. "You are gorgeous and you have beautiful hair and your blush is adorable and your voice is..." He struggled to find a word for it, that liquid sound that seemed tangible in the way it brushed his skin. "...is lickable, it makes me want to kiss the hell out of you just so I can taste it. Your eyes are fascinating..."

Kippei was mumuring half to himself now, words coming more easily as he fell into a study of Shinji's face. "They're dark and light and blue and grey like the sea... always too deep to see the bottom of... your mouth and that cute little smirk you have, the most kissable things I've ever seen, and your arse is irresistibly squeezable and..." His voice trailed off, a slight shiver of desire running through him. "Your body is just perfect. You're so much stronger than you look, all like, small and slender and hard but so... fucking graceful, just. God. I love watching you," he whispered. "Just looking at you and feeling how much I want you." Like he was doing now, actually.

Shinji was sure that if his powers had been functioning they would have just malfunctioned because no one had ever said that to him, and only Kippei had ever said anything remotely like it. Shinji smacked a hand over Kippei's mouth, muffling anything else that might have tried to escape while he shook his head, feeling hotter than ever, face flushed as if by fever but it was just raw embarassment. People didn't say stuff like that to other people...did they? Shinji hadn't even thought things like that before meeting Kippei.

"You're embarassing," Shinji mumbled between startled breaths. God, he was going to die looking like a lobster and his grave was going to say 'here lies shinji, he was loved' and it was going to mean something completely different!

Kippei chuckled against Shinji's hand, quietly amused by the reaction, and kissed the palm of it before tugging it away. "But I'm right," he countered softly, and dipped his head to place a kiss on Shinji's chest, right over his heart. "It shouldn't be embarrassing if it's true." His fingers trailed idly over Shinji's collarbone, rubbing gently back and forth, his eyes still fixed on Shinji's face. A bit of shadow grew there as his amusement faded, and he let out a soft breath that wasn't quite a sigh.

"Do you ever wish that... there had been someone else?" he asked quietly, remembering his earlier question. Kippei counted himself extremely, insanely lucky to be Shinji's first for everything--it was inconceivable to him that it could have happened that way, but he was fiercely glad of it all the same. He wondered, though, if Shinji regretted never having experienced those things before.

"No," Shinji replied easily, in that tone that said that should be obvious. He figured, however, he should attempt to elaborate. Attempt being the operative word. "I didn't want anything before...hell, I didnt know what anything was to want it. Then I met you, and now I know, and now I want you and I have you, so I don't wish because it would be sort of weird to wish for things I already had." Shinji grinned at that, leaning up to lick Kippei's cheek, because he wanted to.

"But its still embarassing."

Shaking his head, Kippei smiled a little bit, and then he sighed, turning his head to lay his cheek against Shinji's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Sometimes... I wish I would have been there. Sooner. I wish that.... it didn't take me so long to find you." The quiet words were muffled, trapped by his arm as it lay curved around Shinji's shoulder, fingers trailing through his hair. It was almost as if they weren't meant for Shinji to hear at all, nearly inaudible as they were, and maybe it was only that he was relaxed enough and still tired enough for his emotions to spill out into words. Regret, wistfulness, the memory of the restless ache that had nearly eaten him alive before Shinji came along to fill it. Sometimes I wish that I would have found you first, and there had never been anyone else.

Shinji stroked Kippei's head, as if he were the cat, thinking about it. It would have been fun, growing up with Kippei, and maybe Kippei wouldn't have that weird empty feeling when they were apart sometimes. But in the end, that wasn't how it happened and Shinji liked to think there was a reason for that.

"Nah...kids arent meant to have sex, even with other kids. Besides...I didn't play naked in the sand pit, so it wouldn't have been as fun."

That surprised a startled snort of laughter out of Kippei, and he rubbed his cheek against Shinji's smooth skin, as if he were the cat Shinji liked to call him. Shinji's fingers in his hair were soothing, reassuring somehow, as if they reminded him of something he almost forgot. "No," he agreed, stroking Shinji's hair, "it wouldn't have been as fun."

The hand in his hair made him hum happily, wrapping his arms tightly around Kippei and pulling him as close as he could. He liked Kippei's weight like that; it made him feel anchored; made things feel real.

"Why do you like my hair so much? It's just hair."

Kippei was suddenly terribly glad that Shinji could not see his face, or the wince protesting as Shinji pulled him closer, making a muscle in his shoulder spasm briefly. Dammit. But Shinji couldn't see, and once he stopped moving and settled again in Shinji's arms that felt really damn good, so he silently let out a relieved breath and focused on Shinji's question.

"I told you... don't you remember?" he murmured absently, thinking of the time he'd been brushing Shinji's hair out and playing with it and ended up getting so damn turned on that he'd come in his pants when Shinji barely touched him. "It's fucking sexy. Feels good. Looks good. S'the first thing I noticed about you." He wrapped several dark strands around his fingers, watching them idly, the blue tint barely there, and muted. Shinji wasn't 'listening'; probably still had a headache.

Hell yes he remembered...that had been a damn good day too, like today, and Shinji smiled remembering it. But he felt Kippei's muscles tighten and was worried for a moment that maybe he was hurting, but the muscles uncoiled and he seemed okay so Shinji didn't question it.

"You mean when you thought I was a girl? Yeah I remember that." Shinji snickered, knowing Kippei had amended the thought immediately but it was still sort of funny. "Does that mean you like girls too?"

Kippei snorted. "No." Then he reconsidered. "Well, only if it was you and you had been a girl. I would have liked you no matter what. But generally no, I don't like girls. So I'm very glad you're not." Because girls were strange and annoying and confusing, and even if it was Shinji, it would have been weird. He was sure he would have been a little freaked out if he'd found himself that strongly attracted to a girl. Even if it was Shinji. Kippei was very relieved that Shinji had turned out to be a guy, because he was much, much sexier that way. It was better this way all around.

"If I was a girl? That would be weird. I'd have weird thoughts that never made sense and want to go shopping for sexy lingerie instead of socks and I'd be all worried all the time that you didn't really like me and just wanted me for sex..." Shinji couldn't help it, he laughed, because surely even if he was a girl he would know that Kippei wanted a hell of a lot more than sex. "If you were a girl ...we'd be doomed. Unless you were a really bossy girl. Actually, you would probably be a bossy girl, like your sister. But she's nice, so I suppose I would still love you, but you're better like this."

"Exactly," Kippei told him smugly, turning his head again to kiss the underside of his jaw. "Much better like this, you and me both. We're good together." He made a soft humming noise of appreciation and contentment as he continued kissing and nuzzling his way down the side of Shinji's neck, down to his shoulder--which of course, required licking and maybe a little sucking on Shinji's collarbone... the conversation was long forgotten now, dismissed in favor of much more interesting things.

Okay so even if he knew Kippei didn't just want him for sex, he still wanted a lot of that. Frowning, Shinji reached down with a determined air and deliberately poked the bullet wound.

"I told you. No sex for a week if you were sore in the morning! And yes I know this isnt sex, but it'll lead to it, so stop it!"

Kippei winced at the poking--that had hurt--and then smirked at him. "It doesn't have to... I'm just... appreciating. Why, am I making you horny again?" The smirk got a little wider and he bent again to the important task of licking up the lingering taste of salt and sweat on Shinji's skin.

Biting his lip, Shinji glared for all he was worth but it wasnt doing him much good when Kippei wasn't paying any attention. "Yes!" He finally ground out. "Yes and its not fair and you have to stop now because I said so, otherwise its like....morning after rape...or something because that sounds really stupid! I'm not licking you so you dont get to lick me!"

Kippei chuckled, looking up at him with undisguised amusement. "That doesn't make sense, imp. I'm not planning to take this any further, but if you'd like to, be my guest. I'm not forcing you to do anything. It's up to you, whether or not you want to...." But he desisted, for the moment at least, and went back to playing with Shinji's hair, threading it through his fingers and rubbing the scalp beneath in tiny circles. Sometimes he honestly wasn't sure if Shinji's hair was so sexy because he liked it that way, or because it was Shinji's. Either way, he loved touching it.

Of course it didn't make any sense. How could it when Kippei had been licking him? But he had stopped for now and that was such a relief that Shinji didn't bother saying anything else. Besides, he was playing with his hair and it was damn nice and Kippei thought it was nice too....

"You better not be getting happy just playing with that. This is an intevention, or whatever. No sex until you're back to normal....or normal as you can be."

Kippei looked amused, and didn't bother to answer that injunction. He was happy, but perhaps not in the way that Shinji had meant it. In any case he was enjoying himself, and teasing Shinji a little bit, and it was all good.

"You're too stubborn for your own good," he told Shinji. "Making up rules that you don't want to follow. If you want it and I want it, where's the problem?" Anyway, Shinji had said a week and Kippei was going to hold him to it, normal or otherwise be damned. Not that any of that mattered at the moment. He smiled slightly and traced his finger back and forth across Shinji's lips, thinking about kissing him but not actually doing it.

Shinji just sighed, relaxing and figuring it was okay, if Kippei wanted to sit there and turn him on, because in the end all Kippei had to do was sit there for that, but it was okay because Shinji wasn't giving in. A week...and maybe a bit more if Kippei wasn't healed. Sex was the best, but there would be no sex if it hurt Kippei. That was the problem; no matter how much he wanted anything Shinji didn't want to hurt Kippei ever again. He had, after all, gotten him shot. Twice.

He idly licked at the finger rubbing against his lips, laying back on the pillows and trying not to remember that weird blank hurt when Kippei was shot and the surge that followed. He was a killer and that was a really odd thought. He thought the term was actually mass murderer but that was just details. Kippei liked him anyway and that was all that mattered, so he smiled and closed his eyes and just enjoyed having his boyfriend all to himself.