Bubbles

AUTHOR NOTES:
OMFG it's finally finished! XD I've been working on this off and on for over a week now. My friend Hanni asked me to write some Kaworu/Shinji smut set in the world of the Whisper fic (http://eukaryotic.dreamhost.com/NewFiles/Whisper.html), and so I did. It started off well, I'm happy with the preamble and whatnot. The actual smut was a -bitch- to write, and I'm still not happy with it. It's blah. But anyway. Can't win 'em all.

Kaworu and Shinji no belongy to me. If they did, there'd be... wait, there's already a fair dose of slashy undertones in Evangelion. XD Yknow what I mean.

This story can also be found archived on my Y-Galley. http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/mouse87/

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“Woof!”

The overenthusiastic bark startled Shinji. Forearm deep in soapy dish-water, he nudged the puppy away with his foot before it could get a stranglehold on the edge of his sock. “Kaworu! Let Virgil out, would you?”

The request was answered by the sound of the door opening and a soft whistle that set the puppy bolting out of the kitchen with an excited yip. Shinji smiled. It was still a foreign feeling to him, simple joy and contentedness. Hard to believe that after so long the most frightening thing he had to contend with was the possibility of an unexpected pouncing from Kaworu.

That thought brought an even brighter smile to his face. After all, if that was the very worst thing lurking in the background—

“What are you thinking about?”

Shinji started for the second time in as many minutes, soap bubbles splashing over the sink as he jolted away from the sudden warm breath that tickled his ear.

“Oh,” his hands sank back into the water, nervous reflex fading quickly as his consciousness realised who it was standing so quietly behind him. “Nothing, really.”

He sensed the sly smile that must have been gracing the other man’s face at that moment. A warm breath touched the edge of his ear once more, more tangible this time with the accompanying feather-light brush of lips. “It’s impossible to think of nothing,” a pause, the barest touch of moist tongue. “Thinking of me?”

Blood rushed to Shinji’s cheeks. Kaworu had shifted palpably closer, a definite warm touch against the length of his body. He was still standing so that Shinji couldn’t see him… an action that doubtless had roots in the angel’s love of flustering him half to death. “May… be…”

The response was staggered, interrupted by pale hands that slid around his waist. He would have covered them with his own, if not for the fact they were occupied with water and soap suds. It was a dilemma, but one that did not warrant much thought as the gentle nuzzling against his hair and soft breath on his neck made him feel so suddenly warm. The hands that rested gently over his stomach flexed slightly before drifting back with more force to clasp his hips, pulling him back a little into fuller contact with the body behind him.

“Nn, Kaworu…” he said, squirming against the ticklish pressure on his hips, the fingers edging his shirt up to rest against the skin, and the obvious arousal nudging against the small of his back.

“Hmm? Thinking of me now?” It wasn’t necessary to see the grin to hear it in the purr of that silk-soft voice.

With some effort Shinji continued. “I was going to say these dishes need washing.”

“Oh.” Kaworu pressed closer, trapping Shinji between the sink and his body as he ran his hands from hips up along sides and down arms, until his own hands were buried under the suds and he was very effectively spooning the dark-haired man against the bench. He twisted his fingers between the other man’s, feeling the goose bumps that had washed over his skin. “I think the dishes can wait,” he said, tilting his head slightly to nibble at an ear.

Shinji couldn’t help the overt shudder that took his breath in its wake. Kaworu knew exactly how to wring whatever response he wanted from his body, much like he had always been able to synch at whatever level he wished, and Shinji knew he didn’t stand a chance against that kind of power... the angel could turn him into a quivering puddle of so much desperate flesh and bone if he wanted with little to no effort, and he had learned that if that was what he wanted, there was precisely zero point trying to fight it.

Not that he particularly wanted to fight. Kaworu had shifted his attention to the ticklish spot on his neck, just behind his jaw and below his ear. The sensation of soft, warm lips against his skin made him think about how long it had been since he last felt them against his own (an hour and a half) and how much he wanted to now (a whole damn lot). Throwing any concerns about wet hands and soap bubbles out the window, Shinji drew his hands free and turned in one carefully executed motion, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck. Only to be foiled by a swift turn of the face that found his lips meeting pale cheek instead of the mouth he intended to catch.

Kaworu resettled his hands on Shinji’s hips, shifting his face to meet blue eyes with his own red. Shinji saw the spark of amusement there, tempering the turbulent mix of affection and desire. He wondered briefly what his own eyes told the angel before he was interrupted from his thoughts once more.

“Now you’re thinking of me.” Definite amusement in those words, but it was the underlying purr that Shinji reacted to, slipping one wet hand into the other man’s pale hair and tilting his face for the kiss before the angel could react.

No, he thought as he felt cool, wet hands tighten beneath the edge of his shirt on bare hips even as their tongues met with warm familiarity. If he wanted to react, he could have.

The kiss was a long one, something neither of them intended to rush. Shinji reveled in it, the closeness, the feel of precious skin against his own, the feeling of being wanted and needed that was communicated so well through the wordless connection of lips and tongues.

Kaworu was the one to break the contact for a proper breath, eyes bright and lips slightly moist, beautiful in a way no human being could ever hope to match. Shinji ran his fingers through the pale hair under his hands, marveling at the fact this creature of perfection could care at all for his heart of glass and all the flaws carried within it. Marveled at it, but accepted it.

“I love you.” He rested his forehead against the angel’s, flexing his fingers in his hair as the feel of water droplets sliding down the curves of his hips left pleasantly cool trails on his skin.

“Suki desu,” the pale-haired man echoed, the words in their first common tongue causing Shinji to lean in for another kiss. It wasn’t often anymore that they spoke Japanese,but if anything that only made it a more intimate thing. Perhaps not as intimate as the way their bodies now rubbed together or the press and cling of a kiss, but intimate none-the-less.

This time, neither drew back for breath. Better breathing hotly on each other’s cheeks than severing the searing contact between them. As they kissed, Shinji felt cool, still somewhat damp fingers creep fully under the hem of his shirt, smoothing over his belly and sending tense shivers skittering across his skin. It took a moment for him to relax into the touch, and by then the fingers were moving, tracing lines of fire up along his ribs. They deliberately, frustratingly avoided sensitive nipples as they slid up over his shoulders, forcing him to lift his arms and allow Kaworu to strip the garment off. The movement separated them for an instant, but as soon as the shirt was dropped the angel pressed close once more, splaying his hands across Shinji’s chest and kissing the curve of his clavicle. He continued on that path, tongue dipping hotly into the hollows of his collarbone before lapping at the spot where his pulse beat rapidly just under his skin.

Shinji shuddered under the touch, shifting his hips so that the angel was pressed more firmly against him. As he rolled his hips forward to create the friction he so badly needed, however, long-fingered hands slid down and held him firmly in place. It was all he could do not to let out a strangled whimper as Kaworu turned him around, preventing any opportunity to rub against him.

“Dammit, Kaworu,” he muttered breathlessly, fingers flexing against the unyielding kitchen bench as the angel leaned over him. Warm skin touched his, and he realised with a start that somehow, at some point, Kaworu had also lost his shirt.

He didn’t get much time to ponder that particular enigma before the sensation of a hot, wet tongue and delicate lips lavishing attention on his shoulder blades and down his spine caused him to arch his back. “Kaworu.”

The smile was felt rather than seen as pale hands ran down his torso, ghosting over the lip of his pants. This time the angel didn’t tease for long before inching his fingers beneath the waistband and squeezing.

Shinji let out a gasp as cool fingers loosened enough to stroke gently, too gently, along his length. He dropped his head forward with a low groan, feeling his stomach muscles quivering. Kaworu was barely touching him, and yet he suddenly felt like all his bones were vanishing.

The angel, curved so closely over his lover’s back, had not missed the onset of trembling either. Placing another kiss on the shoulder his cheek rested against, he withdrew one of his hands abruptly.

A few moments later, Shinji jerked violently as that same hand wrapped around him again, warm and slippery with saliva. Firm strokes now, from tip to base, fingers sliding over his cock with a deliberate, practiced ease that should have been illegal.

“Dammit, Kaworu!” He panted, legs shaking so badly as the angel drew him to the edge and kept him there that he would have fallen if not for his hands clenched on the bench. “You’re meant to be an angel.”

Soft laughter tickled his ear, and he felt the pale haired man rock slowly against him. “Wrong kind of angel, beautiful one.”

Shinji growled lowly in his throat, spinning around again, and half-tackled, half-dragged the laughing angel to the floor, straddling him with hands on his chest. Kaworu was so genuinely mirthful that he couldn’t help but smile.

“This is better, isn’t it?” The angel’s smile didn’t fade as he trailed a hand up Shinji’s arm, wriggling his hips suggestively.

Shinji retaliated with a hard downward thrust that was rewarded with a delicious noise from the man beneath him. “You could just ask, you know. If you want to be the one pounced for once.” He thrust again, just because that sound was too good to only hear once.

The angel’s smooth veneer was broken by the growing staccato rhythm of his breathing. “Perhaps. But there’s no enjoyment in that, is there?”

Instead of responding, Shinji leaned down and kissed Kaworu thoroughly, working his pants down awkwardly with hands and legs as he did so. The action was reciprocated, until both men were forced to separate for a sharp hiss of pleasure as they pressed together without the barrier of clothing, flushed skin shivering as they shifted and wriggled until both were satisfied with the degree of contact and friction they could glean from the other’s body.

Kaworu spread his legs a little more, pressing his hands into the small of Shinji’s back. Shinji ran his hand down the outside of one of those perfect thighs, finally settling it in gentle support of the angel’s knee as he thrust against him, eyes clenched closed at the heavy, familiar sensation of their cocks rubbing together between them.

It was Kaworu who set the pace, flexing his nails across the base of Shinji’s spine and urging him on with mewling sounds of submissive pleasure that made Shinji feel like he could come in an instant. Instead he propped himself up a little on his elbows instead of burying his face against the angel’s collarbone, so he could see the effect he was having on the pale one. It wasn’t often that Kaworu took a submissive position in their trysts, but Shinji was sure it was all the sweeter for it. Damp skin against skin, heat, mutual pleasure, Kaworu with strands of moonlight hair clinging to his face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. That, this, made every moment of fear and pain and utter hopelessness in the past worth it.

It was worth the price.

Shinji dropped his face down again, moving his lips affectionately against the angel’s neck as he upped the pace, feeling the twisting pressure low in his stomach that promised an imminent climax. Kaworu responded in turn, raking his hands down Shinji’s back as his hips bucked and his back arched gracefully… and Shinji grinned as the angel’s moan peaked near his ear and sticky wetness spurted between them. That was enough for the dark-haired man, and he pressed down even harder against his pale, softly panting lover as the spasm of orgasm rolled over him.

The pair slumped bonelessly together, fingers gently stroking over heated skin as their heartbeats and breathing slowly settled back into a functional rhythm.

Finally Shinji looked up, meeting the blood coloured eyes already looking warmly back at him. They both leant in for the kiss at the same time, a gentle affair that spoke more of love and affection than anything else. Their hands met and clung at the same moment their lips did, fingers twining in a chaste reflection of the tangle their limbs now rested in.

“Tiles are uncomfortable,” Kaworu stated matter-of-factly after several minutes had passed.

Shinji laughed. “It’s your fault. And there are still dishes.”

“Mmm.” The angel nuzzled his mate’s hair. “I still think the dishes can wait. Bed sounds better. We have time.”

Shinji hoped the soft kiss he placed on Kaworu’s neck expressed the deep, simple joy he felt better than the words did. “Yeah. All the time in the world.”