Bathwater

A/N: Nope. Don’t own Evangelion. I ~wish~ I owned Kaworu. He makes me think bad thoughts about boys too young to think those thoughts about.

Which is pretty much why this story is here.

Warnings: This story features graphic sex. Between males. Young males. As in… pretty damn young. Am I fucked up? Probably.

Before you move on to the story (heh. Right, as if there’s any plot here) please take a second to ask yourself these simple questions:

“Do I like yaoi, slash, or various forms of two men having sex and/or loving each other?” If the answer is yes, continue. If the answer is no, please turn back now, and find an Asuka/Shinji WAFF story.

“Do I like to think of Kaworu, who is not quite an adult yet, having sex with Shinji, who is also not quite an adult yet?” If the answer is yes, continue. If no… go back. There are plenty of other stories out there for you.

“Did I answer both of these questions yes?” If the answer is yes: Welcome to my humble little PWP KaworuXShinji lemon. Enjoy.


~*Bathwater*~

Shinji wasn’t sure exactly how it had come to this. Thin, pale hands were wrapped over his thighs, hoisting them up so that his small legs could rest on shoulders that were sharp and angular. White, smooth skin was all he could see- silky and warm and invading his senses. Was it his? Or was it Kaworu’s? Where one limb started and another stopped was, at this point, as indecipherable as who was gasping and who was panting and who was making that desperate noise.

He remembered sitting in the cold metal hallway with his headphones on, waiting (no, not waiting… right?) for Kaworu to finish his testing. He remembered the shower, and the firm but gentle hand clasped over his own. He remembered the steaming water spraying over him. He remembered “I love you.”

He did not remember standing. Reaching out to touch that face.

He remembered those eyes, those strange rust-red eyes moving closer, lids half shut against the water. Lips touching his innocently.

Innocently? Was that even possible, considering the position he had eventually found himself in?

But it had certainly seemed innocent. Or if not innocent,* right.* Nice. Accepting.

Wanting. Then demanding. Brushing over him. Tongue sliding slickly out, over his lips, then against his teeth.

Then against his tongue.

That was different. But not entirely unexpected. And certainly not unwanted.

He did not remember tumbling to the floor in a tangle of flesh. He did not remember lying back accommodatingly or opening his legs.

He remembered the finger slipping in, painfully. The tight heat of the hand clasping his erection. He remembered “I love you.”

It was complete chaos, it was utter confusion, how he had ended up on the damp floor just beside the shower, legs spread and hooked over Kaworu’s shoulders. Kaworu’s finger (fingers!) moving around uncomfortably inside him. Kaworu’s palm rubbing against him.

It felt… strange. Not entirely unpleasant, but not entirely pleasant either.

He had a moment to think three thoughts simultaneously:

//I am so fucked up.//
//Please don’t hurt me.//
//I think I love you.//

And the mildly tingling sensations stemming frhat hat pumping hand were spreading, becoming electric shocks. Very nicectrictric shocks.

The pain inside him stopped, making him feel sore and strangely empty.

He did not remember the quiet, whining “No, please-“ that he muttered as those slim fingers withdrew.

But he did remember the searing coal-hot pain as something much larger, much more inappropriate was forced inside him.

And so here he was, though he still wasn’t sure how it had come to this.

Through his wide-opened eyes he saw that perfect, beautiful, caring face twist into something unidentifiable. Disgust? Agony? Dissapointment?

“Oh, Shinji… uhhnn... Yes.”

Pleasure, then, he supposed.

And that warm hand, now well slicked with his own pre-come was working rapidly, pistoning up and down over his dick. He couldn’t help but shudder, senses overwhelmed at the pleasure of it. Brought back down to earth at the pain of the invading cock inside him.

It was so many conflicting feelings, sensations, experiences. He tried his best to focus on the growing pleasure of warm fingers sliding over his erection. But, no… it was not enough to distract him. He wondered if passing out right then and there would be cowardly.

“Oh Shinji, please don’t cry.”

He hadn’t felt the tear leaking out, trickling down his cheek until it slid past his neck.

“I’m sorry, Kaworu. I’m... It’s just… It hurts.” He finished lamely.

Kaworu’s face fell slightly, but it held no sign of disappointment, Simply showed the pleasure bleeding into concern.

“Would you like it if I stopped?”

//Yes, yes, please stop it.//

He had to avert his eyes to keep from accidentally exposing his thoughts. Did he want it to stop? Yes and no. Yes, the pain was bad. Terrible even. But he had gone through so much worse for people he liked half as well or less. Much less.

Like his father for example.

He moved his right hand up off the tile, sliding it down his too-thin belly, and wrapping it around Kaworu’s own hand, so similar to his. So small and bony.

Squeezing down, forcing pressure around his somewhat faded erection, he moved the silver haired boy’s hand with his own, showing the exact strokes, the exact rhythm that he always used on himself in those long nights alone in his bedroom.

And it was almost enough to make him forget about the throbbing burning inside. Be. Because, unlike those nights in his room, he wasn’t alone at all.

The constant ache that was Kaworu buried fully in him was proof of that, wasn’t it?

//I’m not alone.//

He gasped, as fingertips underneath his own ghosted over the head of his cock. His body shivering from arching neck to grasping fingers to curling toes.

Again, they slipped over the tip, and he gasped louder, eyes squeezing shut.

Again….. Again….Again.

Wait, when had that new rhythm started? That rocking, pushing into him. He didn’t remember when it began. He suddenly didn’t care.

Relaxing into the movement of their bodies, Shinji took his hand away, allowing Kaworu full reign over how he was touched- how fast, how slow, how hard, how soft.

Occasionally it seemed the red-eyed boy would forget to move his hand entirely, sometimes for minutes at a time, causing Shinji to almost beg for him to start again.

Faster, Kaworu was definitely rocking faster.

And harder. And deeper. And-

//ohmygod//THATTHAT was different. And-

//ohmyGOD!//

He reached his small hands to touch the face that was smiling blissfully down at him. He could feel sweat (or was it the last of the clinging bathwater?) dripping down onto his chest, spattering against his skin as it fell from above.

Wrapping fingers in shining hair, he managed a small gasp, then a deep moan, then a strangled, surprised cry as his brain seemed to collapse and his cock, his thighs, his calves, his stomach, hiest,est, his neck, his fingers- all of him, every last inch down to his feet and his scalp, was dipped in white-hot sensation.

He did not remember the nearly incoherent “Kaworu! Yes!” he shouted to the ceiling. To the boy above him.

He did not remember the look of pure joy that washed over that calm, loving face as the fifth child came inside him.

In fact, he remembered nothing for a good five minutes as he lay in a shivering pile under a warm body, trying to grasp onto him aga again and regain any motor function he could.

//Still inside me. He’s still inside me.//
//Never leave me.//
//Please, don’t hurt me.//

And once he thought he could talk again, he started to whisper into the ear pressed against his cheek. He wanted to tell him that he loved him. Reciprocate the affection shown to him earlier.

But before he could get the first word past his parched lips, a finger was placed gently over them.

“Shhh, Shinji. Sleep.”

With arms ands ans and bodies tangled up together, he did not remember the moment he finally dropped into unconsciousness.

~*end*~

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A/N continued:

I hope that was acceptable. My first Kaworu and Shinji lemon. I have a ~real~ KxS story, with a real plot in the works right now called “Without Feeling.” Go check it out if you want.

And hey, if you liked this, feel free to review and let me know.iewsiews are like little pillows of heaven. They make fanfic writers all cozy-happy.