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Forevermore	By : Henryjamesthefith Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 6190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Amitakartok gave me the Idea, and I think he already posted something along these lines. So... happy reading!

„Man, just look at her thighs!“

“I bet she’s a nympho!”

Get a load of the tits on her!”

As the two boys sat demurely on the side, one with camera and one with a giant wad of cash in his hands, the entire school watched a certain redhead stroll proudly around, encircled by her gang of worshippers, all decidedly female. The ring entirely sealed off the rest of the male populace, which suited said two young men just fine.

“Hey, youse got a good shot yet?”

The camera-holding kid sighed. Looking down, and hidden just barely from view from below, he was hoping to get a goo shot of her lovelies at this angle. The window was small, and he only had one shot at it.

“Nah, just give me a sec…”

The girl neared the staircase, and Kensuke Aida poised himself for the one in a million chance, the two thousand yen shot that would earn the two enough money to buy the entire cafeteria if they wanted to.

She stepped on it…

Yes… go on!

…and let he belt take her into his view. Time seemed to stand still.

Just a little more… just a bit!

Through the lens, on moderate zoom, he caught the glance he was after. But… not perfect yet.

Just two more feet…

He could see right down her shirt! The bra’s white fabric seemed to mock him, even laugh at him as he contemplated how the weight of Asuka Langley Sohryu’s breasts stretched it every tiem she moved..

Now!

He pulled the trigger. The camera reacted. And Asuka Langley Sohryu, unaware of the perverted plan in action, turned to show his lens a full mane of red hair streaming down her back.

“Fuck!”

Touji sighed. “Man, youse gotta relax. Yer never gonna get squat from here, admit it!”

Kensuke growled. “Touji, I will get that perfect shot, one day or another. And I will cancel your subscribtion to FemJoy if you don’t shut up about it right now!”

Touji rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Oh, here’s Shinji!”

The boy in question spotted the two and sighed, rubbing his forehead with his palm. Reaching the two, he said “you shouldn’t do that, you know…”

Kensuke grinned. “What, take pictures of the wonderful school we are graciously educated in?”

Shinji frowned and sat next to Touji. “No, taking pictures of Asuka. I don’t think-“

“And that’s a good thing. So let us guys do the thinking, and you do the accounting. Here”

The jock handed him the cash. “2300 yen. Not much. “

The bespectacled boy grinned. “Ah, well idiosyncratic representation of our educational facility is not that much of a moneymaker. We need… details, if you know what I mean!”

Shinji’s eyes widened. Then shrank to slits. “We talked about this. I’m still saying no. Its wrong!”

Touji wrapped an arm around his neck. “Ah, c’mon! you live with her! You must get to see something!”

Shinji blushed at the memories. Oh, he had seen things, alright…

“See? Even you can’t deny that curiousity! So, for the sake of all men, in all schools, in every country of the world… do it!”

Shinji tried vainly to escape his vice-like grip.

Blushing furiously, Shinji waited until the jock let him go. Still, even if he knew it was something of a sight to see, he would not betray her like that.

“Look, prof. it’s 15000 yen for one picture. 15000! Do you know how much that buys you?”

“No new teeth, for one!”

The look Touji shot Kensuke with could have blown up the building.

“All right. We’ll add the teeth…”

“And the jaw. And the ribs. And every other bone in his-“

“Shut yer face, Aida!”

Another chance ruined by his ally, Touji proceeded to stuff his face with lunch.

Shinji’s eyes followed the redhead as she passed the lower level of the grounds, then disappeared behind a building.

Get a photo of her naked! You gotta do it!

Shinji couldn’t help but admit he would rather like to see the body without the pain attached to every flash she gave him… which had for some reason been getting more and more frequent lately.

But if she caught him…

I’m not that desperate… am I?

*

*

Several weeks passed. The Jock’s insistant pleadings grew for a while, but eventually died as Shinji showed no signs of giving in at all.

Shinji finally relaxed around them again. And had it not been for pure coincidence, it would have stayed that way for ever.

He had cleanup-duty that day. Usually, he had a partner, but Asuka Langley-Sohryu was not inclined at the time, and so he was forced to accept her absence. Which suited him just fine, since all she ever did around him was tell him that he had missed some speck of dust or something.

He smiled. Actually, he missed her harsh words somehow.

Sweepin gup the dust, he quickly moved to the dustbin at the back of the room.

An open shoelace was all it took. Dropping the dustpan to löand on his face, he landed right next to kensuke’s desk.

Af goran of embarrassment later, he first tied his shoe, then made for the dustheap now lying under the desk. And there…

A photograph. Lying on the seat, face down. Curious, he lifted it up…

“gah!”

It was one of his, all right. He picked it up again, face already beet red, and made to put it on the desk to destroy later.

But... something staid his hand. He took another, highly embarrassed look at it.

It was one of Asuka, obviously. Her face turned to one of many girls sitting with her, resting during PE. One leg drawn up, the other spread before her. And you could see her panties!

Something snapped inside him. He just couldn’t help but stare at the spot between her legs. Those long, incredibly powerful legs. Hugging panties he’d actually touched more than once. Doing the washing of the entire household had its perks, afer all.

He sat down in the chair, his hands already kneading his pants, stroking his building erection. The fragrance of her perfume hove into memory as he remembered al the times he’d seen parts of her she’d openly or accidentally shown him. Her thighs… her belly… her butt…

“Nhaa”

A soft moan escaped his lips. He cursed himself for the slip, but couldn’t, wouldn’t stop from rubbing himself through his trousers. The photograph stayed clamped between his fingers, vice-like and shaking as he got himself off. And then it was no longer enough. A shudder ran through his body, making his hips buck involuntarily. His member strained against his restricting clothes, wanting him to give in, no longer withhold.

His hand slipped over the belt, shakily and unexperiancedly opening it with one hand. The zipper open, the button undone, he dipped his hand down, stroking his cock with long, extended motions. His hands slipped down it, past the balls, then up again to focus on his crown.

“Hah…Asuka…”

He pictured her, alive, walking naked towards him. His memory was perfect, the girl’s entire front committed to memory in the minutest of details. Every hair on her body was etched into his mind like a firebrand. He would fight it, but in the end those visions would not let him rest until his body was satisfied.

“Nyah…”

The picture in front of him could have been one in the deepest of winters, her body covered in the thickest of coats. He knew what lay underneath, and it tormented him that he would never, ever get to see it without having the pain attached to it thrown in. every time he beat off, he would remember it. And every time, he would end up hating himself for it. The act of betrayal he committed every time he pleasured himself stung like a thousand barbs. Even his eva couldn’t hurt him as much as the hour after admitting himself to his lusts.

But for a time, a very short, intense time, she would be whatever he wanted her to be. Say whatever he wanted her to say.

“Ahhaa…”

Harsh words. Soft words. Screams, groans and sighs. All put together from memories he had gathered by working, living and being around her.

His body jerked, and he tried as best as possible to contain his guttural scream of relief. Almost too late, he dropped the photograph of his lusts to cover the head, catching the hot streak of sperm jettisoned from his tip. Two, three times his lower abdomen spasmed, releasing his fluids, trying to placate the mind’s need for ecstasy.

His breath caught, his eyes shut tightly, riding the waves of his shameful orgasm, he didn’t notice the door slide quietly shut behind him. The devious smile of a glassed individual made it very clear to anyone who knew what had transpired inside that classroom was going to be used to it’s full potential. After all, he had hoped it would turn out somewhat like this. But this was better than expected.

It would take Shinji another half-hour to regain some kind of composure, then wash his filthy hands a good five times, and make his way home to prepare the other resident’s suppers. As he lay down to sleep, his mind still wouldn’t let him forget that picture’s effects on him.

Writhing in guilty shame, he finally fell asleep an hour later.

*

*

“Stand! Bow! Sit!”

The class rep’s voice signaled the beginning of yet another day in Tokio 3 high. The day, hot as always, promised not one cloud in the sky to appear. The air-conditioning system was almost making it worse, since the sensei never turned it above 10 percent.

Shinji Ikari, tired and spent from the previous day’s NERV training, sat demurely at his computer, typing the same two letters to a very persistent glasses-faced friend of his. Every few minutes, an infinitely small smirk played over his lips, only to vanish behind the downtrodden look he sported most of these kinds of days.

‘do you have pic?’

‘no’

aww common! XC’

‘no’

About ten minutes to the end of the lecture, Kensuke Aida smiled behind his hands as he watched Shinji from behind read his latest text. Oh he had waited. His patience was however over, and he needed that picture, whatever the cost. Hormones, as well as monetary greed, had driven the boy almost insane these last few nights, and having more to lay on the table than he had ever hoped for, he would not be stopped until his goal was achieved.

‘you leave me no choice, Ikari. Meet me in the back at recess. Touji knows nothing’

The pilot’s brow forrowed for a moment. Then he replied.

‘?’

Kensuke stifled a laugh, and closed the IM system on his laptop.

The rest of the lecture, Shinji kept trying to get his attention visually, to no avail.

*

*

Shinji sat expectantly at the table, waiting for Kensuke’s answer.

“Well? What are we doing here?”

The glassed boy smirked, and watched the last student leave the classroom. Then he whipped out his camera.

“You know, I never thought you’d be the type, Ikari. And boy, by the looks of things, you’re screwed anyway”

He opened the display and played the video on mute. Then he turned it to show Shinji the view from behind his own back. His arm, moving. His frame, slightly bent forwards on the seat. Just barely, the shaking hand holding a certain picture..

“Wh.. how- oh god!”

The boy flushed deep red, as he realized what he was watching. Then he switched to anger.

“Give me that!”

He reached for the offending piece of equipment, but had already been outsmarted. Unable to reach it, he was sprawled over the table in an undignified manner. Frantically, he tried to catch the almost in-reach thing in the other boy’s denying hand. Who mocked him by taking a motherly tone and saying “Ah ah! This belongs to me, now. The footage is backed up, so no chance of getting rid of it. And…” he leaned in a bit, and took a conspiratory half-whisper “… if you fail me, a certain someone wil receive a certain mail of a certain type. And there will be blood”

Shinji felt his face burn in both shame and anger. “How could you? Why!? I thought we were friends!”

Kensuke smiled. “I won’t stop at anything to reach my goals, as you should know, Shinji. Call it… persistence, but I won’t get what I want from you any other way. And due to this little gem… well, let’s say my fortune is well stocked”

Shinji dropped his head, and buried his face in his hands. After a few moments, he looked up questioningly. He knew what the blackmail was headed for, but still couldn’t believe he’d actually use this kind of method.

“What-“

“You know damn well what I want. You have a week, Ikari. And if you refuse…”

He sighed, and stepped to the window, facing outwards.

“I’m going to have to stop the mail from being sent every twelve hours. If I’m under the suspicion that you’re not gonna do it, I do nothing. If you accuse me, I do nothing. If you tell anyone, anyone at all, I do nothing. And after the week’s up, Either you have it, or I don’t lift a finger to stop what’s coming to ya. Do you understand?”

Red-faced, angry and ashamed, Shinji said nothing as the boy slid the camera over to him.

“Hey, don’t blame me, Ikari. You brought this upon yourself”

Shinji glared at him. Rage filled his heart, and he rasied his arm-

“Hey youse two! Make way for the stomach!”

A sack of sandwiches, drinks and sweetmeats landed between them, and Shinji just managed to grab the camera before it was buried underneath packed food.

It wansn’t unnoticed by Touji though.

“So he’s been filling your head wit’ this camera crap? Geez, prof, I’d never guessed you’d swing that way too”

Shinji’s face, red as it was, now deepened.

“Ay mean, seriously, wouldn’t ya wanna rather go to the arcade.. hey wat’s up, Shinji?”

Having intended the jibes to be harmless, little did Touji know how the words seemed to sound to the blackmailed boy.

Excusing himself quickly, he ran off to the roof.

Touji, wild-eyed and questioning, turned to his remaining friend.

“What the hell just happened?”

Kesuke clapped a hand on Touji’s shoulder.

“Buisness, my friend. Business”

Touji shrugged and atet his lunch.

Thanks for reading!

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