Aptenodytes Forsteri
Gendo arrived at the usual meeting spot. He had been waiting in his personal vehicle for around 3 Hours now. His skin was slick with sweat, due to to the effects of a peculiar new drug he had taken 4 hours before arrival. It was a peculiar drug, that resulted in an increase in melanin in his body, unfortunately, while the drug and its effects were being explained to him, he had zoned out, failing to pay attention to the researcher that had provided the pills to him Pro Bono (After a generous number of threats). It had been developed in the early 2010's by NERV R&D, and was meant to be marketed to the Japanese military as a temporary method of disguising oneself to assist in infiltration and subterfuge, but for Gendo it was needed to accomplish something far more important. it was an odd request of the individual he was meeting, but as stated in the last two meet-ups, it would be a necessary one from then on. His melanin altering medication already taking effect, giving him the bronze skin of a 40(ish) year old Dominican male. The cool evening air washed over him as he walked up the stairs, helping his skin cool and dry. Stopping at the 3rd floor, he took the pair of spare keys out of his khaki shorts, unlocking the rose-wood apartment door. "You always did have a penchant for theatrics, didn't you, my love?" Gendo remarked fondly, a fraction of a smile warming his features.
Him, and the object of his desires, had settled into a sort of comfortable repetition with these evening rendezvous. He would often drift back to how this all started. Admittedly, voyeurism was not the ideal way to become attracted to someone so fiercely as he was. After he had requested the surveillance footage of Major Katsuragi's dwelling to assess himself what was causing the fluctuation of his sons Synch Scores, he had been unable to resist being captivated by one short, 30 second segment of a daily recording. He still remembers the fires of desire burning in his loins, as he watched that immaculate body step out of the shower, hair wet and glistening in the light, it seemed to almost give off a purple sheen. He had been hooked from then on, going to great lengths to ensure that the object of his desires would know of his feelings. After a few initially awkward meetings with said individual, he learnt that the attraction was mutual, and due to professionalism, agreed to keep the affair strictly confidential.
And so began a love affair that would almost rival the passion he had felt for his late wife, Yui Ikari. Knowing that if this secret got out, that the ensuing scandal alone would surely ruin him and his plans for Human Complementation, only fueled his excitement. Besides, in the company of Artificially Created beings, regular Angel attacks and the mewling's of a council of senile, ancient madmen, too afraid of the finality of death to accept its inevitability..well... surely he was allowed to break the curve himself every so often, right?
Snapping himself out of his musings, Gendo took a step into the crisp, air conditioned apartment, he slipped out of his jacket, and took off his formal shirt. Tip toeing into the gloomy hallway, he saw half a dozen empty cans of some branded beer. Picking a quarter full can up, from the pile of 5 empty ones, his eyes were drawn to the Brand. "Yebisu? You'd think with their pay they would be able to afford something better, like Sapporo". Setting the can of Beer/Swill on the shelf of the hallway dresser, with indifference befitting that of a high functioning alcoholic who is far too picky about their choice of beverage, Gendo proceeded to make his way further inside the apartment.
Upon reaching a familiar bedroom, he noticed the tell tale sounds of a running shower head. Intent on keeping the element of surprise, Gendo removed his loafers and took notice of a sliding door, left ever so slightly open, leading to a den of familiar carnal desires. Taking the unspoken invitation, he slowly opened the door, and seeing that the bed and equipment had already been prepared and laid out for him, stripped down to his socks and boxers and laid on the bed, face down. He heard the faint sound of wet steps on the hard wood floor outside in the hallway, and his heart sped up in anticipation. "I bet they just got out of the shower" he thought to himself, and try as he might, he could not stop the wistful grin from appearing on his stoic features. As the door began to open again, he lowered his head until his forehead was pressed into the pillow, writhing in anticipation. Finding his throat dry and raspy, he let out a throaty "I'm ready, Mi Amor". He felt additional weight settle on the mattress next to him, as at long last, the unbearable silence was broken, with the sound he had been waiting to hear all evening.
"WARK", squawked Pen-Pen, clad in a Leopard-print ascot and leather thigh-high boots (Which admittedly, were not very high on a Penguin), who then proceeded to insert freshly purchased Horse Mackerel into various orifices.
Gendo Cummed.
The End (?)
A/N: I am so, so very (not)sorry for this