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Two Videos
Title: Two Videos
Series: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Pairing(s): 5x4b, implied 3x5, 3xDinosaur
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU. An x-factor has put the events of End of Eva in a holding pattern, so the boys are just bumming around NERV as usual, waiting for the next Angel to show up.



Kensuke was having a picnic on the escalators.

The massive NERV peoplemovers honeycombed the structure below Tokyo-3 from street level to the Geofront. This one was over a mile long and unless he walked to speed the pace it would take more than 10 minutes to reach the end. So Kensuke sat down, opened his knapsack, had himself a picnic and admired the towering pre-stressed concrete construction.

This was why Kensuke didn't notice the figure standing at the base of the escalator until he'd almost arrived. He groped for his ID card—YES he was allowed to be here—then relaxed as he realized who it was.

Kaworu smiled as Kensuke stepped off the escalator. "Hello Kensuke!"

Kensuke shivered. Kaworu was nice enough, but something about the other boy set him on edge. It wasn't the freaky white hair, or the freaky red eyes or the freaky albino skin… it was that when Kaworu smiled- he SPARKLED. Boys, Kensuke thought firmly to himself, should NOT sparkle.

"Uh, hello Kaworu. How'd you get down here before me?" Kaworu had been in the command center when he left, and this was the quickest escalator-trail down to this level. Kaworu could have run…

Kaworu pointed. "I took the elevator."

Ah yes. The elevator. Direct transport from level-to-level, its use was restricted to top-priority personnel and it required a passkey that a low-level NERV guest (such as himself) lacked.

When the school shut down Ms. Misato has invited Kensuke to move on-base and keep Shinji company. It had been a good idea- Shinji was very depressed, but with some coaxing he'd turned the corner. Then despite Kensuke's pleas to the contrary, NERV had bypassed him—again—and brought in Kaworu to pilot Evangelion Unit 2. Kensuke resented the little freak, but Shinji had warmed to him, so he tried to be polite. "The escalators are a bit of a hike. I packed a lunch."

"I saw." Kaworu said. "In fact, I came to find you!"

Kensuke blinked. "It something wrong? Do you need a pilot?" Shinji was out of town at the moment.

"Eh? No, nothing like that." Kaworu pressed on in the face of Kensuke's obvious disappointment. "Actually, I just need a favor."



The Elevator doors slid shut and Kensuke gazed wistfully at the passkey as Kaworu pocketed it again. "That thing lets you got anywhere on the base?"

"Yes."

"Including Terminal Dogma?" The lowest and most heavily-secured levels of the base. Kensuke's guest-ID couldn't closer than 10 levels from there.

"Yes."

"Could you take me there?"

"Not without getting into a great deal of trouble." Kaworu sparkled again.

Kensuke pouted. "Whatever. What's this favor you wanted?"

"Ah! It involves Shinji. As you are doubtless aware, Shinji-kun has been on edge since," here Kaworu faltered, "that incident."

"You mean the thing with the dinosaurs?"



TEN DAYS AGO

Kensuke was walking down the hallway, minding his own business, when…

"OMG, WAT TEH HELL IZ TIS?"

"…Shinji?"

"SRSLY, WAT TEH- NO! KEEPS BACK! HEY!"

"Shinji!" Kensuke started running towards the other boy's screams.

"HEY! HEY! HEY! STOP TAHT!" There was a tearing sound. "DATS MY PANTZ!"

"What the hell?" Kensuke redoubled his pace.

"WAT R U—NO! BA- BAD TO-hehehe-BAD TOUCH! STOPPID TAHT TIKELZ!"

Instinctively, Kensuke reached for his videocamera.

"WAT NAO? NO! KEEPID AWAI! NO NOES, DOES NOT WANT! DOES NOT- AHHHHHHHH!"

Kensuke's thumb jammed the 'record' button as he rounded the corner- and stopped dead. "Holy shit, Dinosaurs!"



THE PRESENT

"Yes," Kaworu said distantly, "The thing with the dinosaurs."

"Poor Shinji." Kensuke shook his head sadly. "He had enough issues to deal with; his father, Toji, Asuka, his MILFy live-in guardian… the last thing he needed was to be sexually assaulted by Velociraptors"

"Indeed." Kaworu agreed. "And the circumstances, which we will not go into, were so peculiar!"

"I'll say! And yet- they make perfect sense." Kensuke sighed. "Did you hear Shinji made the Marduke Institute replace all their door handles before he'd visit? Because Raptors can't turn doorknobs."

Kaworu deftly redirected this conversation. "It is that trip I wish to speak about!" Two days ago Shinji departed for simulations with the new F-Type Armor, and he wouldn't be back for at least another week. "I am worried he will get lonely. I wish to send him a howdoyousay… 'video greeting card' to keep his spirits up."

"Oh hey," Kensuke brightened, "that's a great idea!"

"You will help?"

"Of course!"



Kensuke finished positioning the camera tripod. "There."

"How can I tell what the camera is seeing?"

"Oh." Kensuke flipped the viewing window around so it faced Kaworu. "Here." They were filming in an unused NERV meeting room.

"A bit wider."

Kensuke made the adjustment, then hit record and joined Kaworu in front of the camera. "Hey Shinji. Ayanami sends her best even though she couldn't be here."

Kaworu faltered, "She does? Oof! She does!" He resumed waving. "Apparently we asked her!"

"Sorry to hear you've been having nightmares. Commander Fuyutsuki asked me to reassure you that the ventilation system has been completely raptorproofed in your absence."

"We all saw Kensuke's video of you!" Kaworu was still waving, "Hyuga says it is truly fap-tacular!"

"Kaworu!" he hissed, blushing.

"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds good!" Kaworu, if possible, sparkled brighter.

"I am editing that out."

"Why? Is fap-tacular bad?"

"Silence!" Kensuke held up his hand. "Lets see… news from home. Unit Zero is done being repaired. Ritsuko showed up again right after you left, won't say where she's been, but apparently her cat died. Aoba's doing a concert tomorrow…" Kensuke searched.

"He's only been gone for two days." Kaworu dimmed the sparkle a few notches and looked seriously into the camera. "Things are much as you left them, but your presence is missed. I eagerly await your return."

"We all do!" Kensuke snapped his fingers. "Kaworu finished his synch tests and he broke your old record- again."

Kaworu smiled modestly. "Kensuke pestered Ritsuko to let him perform a synch test of his own. She finally promised that if you're not back for next week's test, she will evaluate him in the Simulation Body. Six days Shinji, hurry home."

"Hey!" He shoved Kaworu. "That was a surprise!" To the camera, "I was totally going to mention it." Kensuke sniffed and pushed up his glasses, "don't let Kaworu bully you. Take as long with the F-Type tests as you need. After all, your safety is the most important thing— YAARUGH!"

Kensuke hadn't seen Kaworu's hand snake around to poke him on the back of the neck. He jumped almost a meter. "You see," said Kaworu, "Kensuke is so nervous. Someone who does not like to be touched is bad company."

"Your hands are cold!" he huffed.

The other boy flicked his fingers dismissively. "My hands are exactly 37 degrees at all times, just like humans."

"It's creepy when you say it like that!"

Kaworu reached out to deliberately poke Kensuke again, and this time the boy steeled himself for to react. Kaworu responded by poking harder, giving the boy gentle shoves as if to push him over. "Misato's 'Pen Pen' has gone missing again. Apparently this is NOT related the unpleasantness."

Kensuke tried to fend Kaworu's hand off- unsuccessfully. "Mrs. Salinski's cat is missing too. Misato wants to find the lovebirds before she's pregnant this time. Stoppit!"

Kaworu sighed and sidled up onto the table he'd been leaning against. "Come home soon Shinji-kun, there are things I can do, and you left before I could share them with you." He reached out and yanked Kensuke's collar, sending the other boy stumbling back into the table. Kaworu caught him, mostly.

"Hey!" Kensuke rolled his eyes. "Come home soon Shinji. We all miss you. Ow!"

Kaworu grabbed Kensuke's shoulders in a surprisingly strong grip and leaned forward, ignoring the other boy and focusing on the camera with a frightening intensity. "Keep in good spirits Shinji. I am going to make you very happy when you return."

"Kaworu… that hurts…."

"Eh? Gomen." He released Kensuke's shoulders, smoothing the (rather deeply) pinched material of his shirt. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Um."

Kaworu continued to smooth Kensuke's shirt, now moving downward. He looked back and forth between camera and the boy perched awkwardly on the table. "Ah ha! I has an idea! This is good idea!" he enthused to Kensuke.

"Yeah-okay. Let go Kaworu." Kensuke tried to stand up, failed due to the awkward angle Kaworu was holding him at. "Damnit… let me go!"

"Ah ah!" He shook his head, "I have A+ plan for raising the fighting spirit of Shinji Ikari! In this plan I shows with Lillum what I can do, for Shinji-kun's previewing enjoyments!"

"What are you talking about?" Kensuke was getting desperate. Kaworu's stupid hands were making his stomach flip-flop, and pulled back at this angle there was no hope of concealing it if the twisty-squirmy feelings moved any lower. He bucked again- and howled because he succeeded only in slipping an inch and banging his tailbone mightily against the tabletop.

"Hush Lillum." Kaworu pulled him up- finally getting his butt in a sitting position on the table. But before Kensuke could use their equal footing to escape Kaworu's hands had snaked around his chest, grabbed his shirt by the placket, and pulled!

"Hey now!" Buttons popped willy-nilly as Kaworu pulled his shirt open. "What are you- ohh…"

Kaworu leaned in close from behind as his hands danced across Kensuke's now-accessible chest. Simultaneously going for both Kensuke's armpits, fingers lightly tickling, sent a jolt through the boy which finally shut him up. "We are showing Shinji what Lillums can do."

Kensuke arched his back as Kaworu's hands moved down, tracing ribs, opening across his belly like a flower with fingers hard and tight… Who cared if he popped wood? It didn't make him a pervert if Kaworu was already perving on him, right? Well, perving on Shinji, with Kensuke as his proxy…

Kensuke decided he was fine with that. He was neither side of this perving, just an innocent man caught in the crossfingers—crossfire—and that made it totally and completely not gay when Kaworu leaned in and stuck his tongue in his ear, making his twitch like a tazer—tongue—wet—thing—that…

He gave up on coherent thought.

Kaworu speared his hands down across Kensuke's belly, sending his fingers into the boy's jeans. The elastic waistband thwarted him only momentarily before he could reach out and grab a handful of-

Kensuke moaned incoherently. Kaworu smiled suggestively for the camera and rubbed against the boy's neck. 'For you' he mouthed to Shinji. The fly took only a moment to pop open, then Kaworu pulled Kensuke towards him while bringing his own legs around to pry Kensuke's open.

Kensuke was spread open obscenely, jeans and boxers pulled down under his balls, shirt hanging loose, legs wide and arms dangling uselessly and Kaworu was spidered possessively around him. His torso glued to Kensuke's back, his faced pushed inward against the boy's freckled cheek. Slowly, he began to masturbate the other boy, their bodies moving as one.

Somewhere, distantly, Kensuke was aware that Kaworu's own hardon was pressing into his back through several layers of clothing. He decided to forgive him this.

Kaworu half-sang softly as he awakened Kensuke's willing body. An off-tune and deeply obscene story about innocent boys betraying themselves to become something dirty and powerful. Kensuke's eyes were unfocused, aimed vaguely at an unfamiliar ceiling, and his breath came in irregular, desperate gasps as he let Kaworu happen to him, over him, touching, rasping, sticky, breath on his shoulder. His stomach muscles tightened spastically as he plateaued again. Once, maybe twice more and the pressure would build and coil around itself instead of sending waved out to his fingertips…

Kensuke whined as Kaworu's movements slowed. He pushed instinctively, seeking the retreating hand, but found only empty space. His dick waggled in empty space, weeping goo, and his body contracted, trying desperately to fuck the air. No fair, no fair. Kensuke's eyes screwed up and he inhaled heavy, smelling Kaworu trying to get enough of his sex-smell to push his brain into overload, not back down to where he had to think…

Slowly, Kaworu reached out to pet Kensuke's abdomen. Slow, sultry strokes that had the boy crying out because they were just not-quite-enough to offset his ardor's ebb. When Kaworu rolled his thumb over the boy's balls—though it sent a painful electric jolt up his body and out the back of his eyes, causing every muscle to spasm and his ears to pop—it was a fading sort of arousal that left unsatisfied keening emptiness where it had been. Through all this Kaworu kept his eyes fixed on the camera. For you Shinji. Come home so we can do this Shinji.

"Not fair…" Kensuke mumbled as he regained the capacity for speech. "'s jus' bad form, leaving a fellow in need…"

Kaworu patted him on the stomach. "Shh... Lillum boys have other things to show."

Kensuke hoped that didn't mean Kaworu planned to do him up the butt, because he might agree to it just now.

But instead Kaworu disengaged himself from the boy, sliding off the table while Kensuke collapsed back onto it. He smiled, and maybe swaggered a little for the camera as he sat down again next to the boy, looking down at his heaving chest.

If Kensuke's eyes were open, he might've seen the wink Kaworu aimed into the future at Shinji.

Kaworu leaned forward and kissed Kensuke, openmouthed. Kensuke flinched and tried to pull away, but a single finger on his breastone stilled him, promising something if he was good. Kensuke's brow furrowed and he made little whining noises through his nose as Kaworu's tongue snaked into his mouth, seeking. Where… where…? Oh dear, was his tongue retracted entirely to the back of his throat, keeping well clear of the invader? How disappointing. Kensuke's eyes screwed shut as Kaworu probed his palette, worrying at the fillings in his upper teeth. He winced when the unfamiliar muscle rubbed up against the veiny soft underside of his own, tickling. By the time Kaworu retreated Kensuke had gone entirely soft and his entire world had narrowed to the finger tracing slow circles on his breastbone, trying to blot the other stuff out.

Kaworu pouted. "So stubborn. Not quite bad, but stubborn." His hand drifted to Kensuke's nipple and he leaned in again, this time to suck lazily down the length of Kensuke's neck and his collarbone. The boy gasped and shivered, Kaworu found this much more encouraging.

With his free hand he tugged at Kensuke's pants and boxers until the teen's scrawny legs hung unencumbered over the edge of the table. Somewhere in the process he'd lost one of his socks and his toes flexed in time with the swabbing of Kaworu's tongue.

Slowly, Kaworu traced a line down Kensuke's chest, maybe pausing to flicker over a nipple, his fingers reaching feathery up into the boy's armpits, down where his ribs came around, down with the curve of his hip…

Kensuke's breathing quickened as Kaworu moved round in front of him, planting kisses on his belly and nuzzling close. Awkwardly he propped himself up on his elbows to watch, the earlier fear boiling away in a frisson of anticipation. Was Kaworu going to…?

Kaworu leaned into the hipbone, pressing back against the tentative bump Kensuke sent him and inhaling. His fingers came up from behind, tracing the line between asshole and scrotum before gently rubbing/scratching the peachfuzz on the back of his sack. Kensuke wasn't quite erect again yet, but things were clearly happening down there, bouncing against his chin. Kaworu smiled.

With the barest glance back over his shoulder Kaworu leaned in and took him in his mouth.

Kensuke's eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh shit," he whispered, amazed. "oh shit oh shitohshit…"he half-collapsed as his arms came up, and was rescued by Kaworu's hands brought round to support his lower back. His shoulders bunched and he let his head roll back. It was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. Hot and wet and sucking and a tongue dancing round and round his dick- his DICK inside Kaworu's MOUTH and the two ideas somehow seemed to merge perfectly… "Oh shit—Shinji you HAVE to try this."

THAT earned him such enthusiastic oral praise that it momentarily took his breath away. It also made him realize that Kaworu's goals here were not the same as his own. He was, Kensuke realized in a moment of perfect clarity, making this tape for Shinji, 'cuz he wanted to suck HIS dick (and maybe other stuff Kensuke wasn't going to think about) and make HIM happy. He was keenly aware of visual the camera was recording—Kaworu's head buried between his legs. You couldn't SEE anything.

Well then, for Shinji. He wasn't going to last very long anyway.

Kensuke began giving little thrusts of his hips. It didn't do much, his angle was all wrong, but it looked great. To his surprise Kaworu adjusted to match his rhythm and the result, again, was magical. He swore quietly between gasps. Finally he reached down and, for the first time, Kensuke initiated contact with Kaworu—just to put his hand on his shoulder, but after a moment that hand slid up Kaworu's neck to gently grasp the back of his head. He was in control now- the gentlest pressure has Kaworu moving faster or slower, drawing in close or pulling away. Pressure with his thumb, he discovered, sent the boy's tongue in a spasm of—words—not—work—good.

Kaworu's hands snaked up his body, seeming to maximize the surface area touching between their bodies. Kensuke obliged him by tightening his legs around Kaworu's middle. Their newly-restricted motion lent a desperation to their movements and when Kensuke's stomach twisted around itself he knew it was nearly over.

"Shinji," he breathed, "I just want you to know…" Kaworu was doing a little twisting thing with- "that I'd understand… if you went just a little gay for this."

The floodgates burst, and he came. He gave animal cries of extacyand he puched forward, cockhead swabbing the back of Kaworu's throat, then pulled back—almost giving Kaworu enough time to recover—then pulled the boy's head into his hotness like a thing to be fucked, each contraction raising him up and curling him forward until he was wrapped around Kaworu's fuckhole, clutching his head like a beachball between his legs- giving quivering microthrusts that sent pleasure-pain ricocheting between his balls… His eyes were wide but all he saw was colors as he drew back, schlicking his oversensitive dickhead across Kaworu's paradisiacal tongue, then jammed forward, unloading his last dregs against the boy's tonsils with a moan.

Kaworu took it all. His hands supported Kensuke, reassured his actions and at last… just gently stroked his back as Kensuke collapsed, spent.

Kaworu disengaged at last as Kejnsuke's breathing returned to normal, releasing the boy's softening member. There was cum running down his chin, which he wiped off unselfconscisuly.

Kensuke looked at him, eyes beginning to focus again. "Just so we're clear, I don't like guys."

"That's okay," Kaworu sparkled, "I don't like you."



EPILOGUE - THE MARDUKE INSTITUTE

Shinji was on break. The Simulation Room was busy analyzing the results of the last test, so he sat in the Big Chair drinking electrolyte-replenishing juice and relaxed.

One of the techs came in with a package. "Ikari-san?"

"Yah?"

"You got a package. Looks like a video from home. Do you want to view it in your quarters?"

Shinji looked at the dark, unguarded corridors that led to his personal space and frowned.

"For the last time- there are no raptors here!"

"That's what NERV would have said, right before they discovered the raptors."

The tech shrugged, Shinji had a point. "Do you want to wait until later then?"

"Nah," Shinji finished his drink and re-settled himself in the Big Chair. "Just put it up on the Big Screen so everyone can see."

"Alrighty then."