Chapter 16
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A ten-minute walk saw Shinji back at his own residence. By now, the stresses of the previous evening were beginning to exact their toll on Shinji. His arms and legs felt like they had lead weights attached to them. It took all his energy just to lift one foot and place it in front of the other. Misato met him at the door.
"Hey, there's my loveable werewolf," she said cheerfully. Shinji smiled tiredly.
"Hi, Misato. I'm going to bed," Shinji yawned, beginning to drag himself up the stairs.
"I'll be here for another couple of hours," Misato said, walking upstairs with Shinji, "then, I have to go in to the office for a couple of hours to finish a couple of things up."
"I'll probably still be asleep when you get home," said Shinji, "The way I feel right now, I feel like I could sleep for a week."
"You still look like you got run over by a truck," Misato remarked, indicating Shinji's cut, bleeding, and bruised features.
"I'll clean up after I sleep for a few hours," Shinji promised, "Right now, I'd fall asleep in the shower and drown. That would certainly put a damper on any plans you might have for me."
Shinji's normally dry sense of humor was pushed to the Sahara extreme by his exhaustion, but he still managed to make Misato chuckle. Shinji managed another weak smile as he stumbled into his room. The trip up the stairs had used up his last reserves of energy. Shinji had to lean heavily on Misato just to cross the fifteen feet of space between his doorway and his bed. Once Shinji was in a lying-down position, he was unconscious. Misato smiled in an almost motherly fashion as she looked down at her lover.
He gives so much, Misato thought, I don't know how he managed to last through that fight. Now that I think about it, who did throw that knife that killed Kaji? I saw the guy die, but when I got home this morning, the body was gone, and so was the knife. There's something awfully funny going on around here.
Misato gave it some more thought as she took a quick shower. As soon as she reached her office, however, her thoughts were on the little columns of numbers that it was her job to keep track of.
Shinji passed through hour after hour of dreamless sleep. When he finally started to dream, it began as the same one that he had been having for nearly a week. He was running through city streets at night, under a full moon. He leapt up onto the roof of a seven-story building and stood, seemingly looking at something.
I've seen all of this before, Shinji thought, becoming aware that he was dreaming, But what happens now?
Shinji looked and saw the rest of his dream. The only trouble was, he seemed to be looking at it through beer-goggles; everything was blurry and out of focus. Shinji thought he was looking at another werewolf. The size, shape and build of the body were correct, but Shinji couldn't discern any definitive features like eye color, fang length, or body markings. This new werewolf seemed to be holding something over its head; something that vaguely resembled a body.
I keep seeing these damned visions, Shinji thought, frustrated, What do they mean? Am I the one holding the body? Or am I seeing things from my own point of view? What does this all mean
Answers were not forthcoming. Shinji watched the dream fade with a large sense of frustration. He rolled over and looked at his bedside clock. It read 2:30 pm. Shinji could barely believe it.
"I've slept through most of the day," he mumbled, "Think I'll sleep through most of the rest of it."
Shinji yawned, rolled over and closed his eyes again. When he turned sleepily back over and glanced at his clock again, it read 6:30 pm.
I suppose I should try to drag my ass out of bed to get cleaned up and maybe eat something, Shinji thought sleepily, These covers are too warm and comfortable, though. I really don't feel like getting up.
All choice was removed from Shinji when Misato came into his room and sat down on the bed.
"Have you been sleeping all day?" she asked.
"Just most of it," Shinji mumbled, rolling over.
"You haven't gotten into the shower at all?"
"No, why?" Shinji asked.
"Because your face looks…better," Misato replied, "Are you sure you didn't clean up?"
"I haven't moved from this bed," Shinji insisted, "Although, now that you're home, Misato, I suppose I might be convinced to get up and do something."
Like, for instance…you Shinji finished mentally.
Shinji stretched and yawned, and then rolled himself out of bed. His legs felt horribly stiff from lying down for so long, and Shinji was forced to walk rather like the Frankenstein monster. Shinji realized how ridiculous he looked and played up the role of Frankenstein.
"Hurrmmm," Shinji groaned, "Hurrmmm!"
"Oh, Shinji, knock it off," Misato giggled, "You're too hot to be a monster."
"I'm a werewolf, remember?" Shinji said.
"That doesn't automatically make you a monster," Misato protested, "I mean, look at what you did last night. You risked your life to fight for my safety. You bled yourself to save Rei. For crying out loud, you risked riding with me on empty roads!"
"You do seem to get a touch of speed demonika when you're the only car on the road," Shinji observed, squatting and stretching his knees.
"I'm sorry," Misato grinned sheepishly, "How about a shower? I'll scrub your back and make it up to you."
Shinji smiled devilishly.
In a few minutes, Shinji was standing under the steamy water, rinsing away the dried, caked blood from his skin and hair. Misato stood behind him in the shower, shamelessly ogling her boyfriend's wet body. Occasionally, she would reach up and gently wipe away a spot of blood that Shinji missed, but other than that, she tried to keep her hands to herself and be a good girl; much as she hated doing that. She would have much rather had her hands all over Shinji's torso and crotch, stroking and rubbing his steely length as she begged him to put it inside of her soaked love canal. Shinji turned off the water, breathed a deep sigh, and turned around to face Misato.
"Well?" he asked, "How do I look?"
Misato was amazed.
"You've almost completely healed!" she exclaimed, "To anyone who didn't know you were almost torn apart by a werewolf, you'd look like you only lost an argument with a bramble patch. How the hell did you heal so fast?"
"No idea," Shinji shrugged, "It must be a part of my new werewolf metabolism; accelerated healing. I guess all I need to heal is a good rest."
"Are you sure you don't need a little bit of nursing care?" Misato asked playfully, stepping in close and tracing her fingers over Shinji's torso, "I mean, surely the pain can't be all gone yet?"
"You know," Shinji growled sensuously, catching Misato's not-too-subtle hint, "My ribs do still kind of ache a little bit…"
"Is that so?" Misato asked, her face and voice full of playful, mock concern, "Well, maybe you should get back in bed and lie down for another hour or two with me. I'll try to be gentle…"
"Don't go to any trouble on my account," Shinji protested, "I know you like it rough."
Misato purred with arousal at the mention of "rough". Shinji swept Misato up into his arms and carried her back into his bedroom. Once they were there, Shinji realized that they were both still wet. He really didn't feel like dealing with any wet bed sheets, so he turned to Misato and said:
"Misato, go back into the bathroom and bring me a towel."
"Yes, master," Misato purred. Shinji smiled with satisfaction. Misato's pledge of servitude wasn't just a birthday present, meant for only his birthday. She really intended to keep playing his slave.
Misato returned a few moments later carrying Shinji's towel. She handed it to him and waited while Shinji dried off. Then, Shinji threw the towel back to Misato, saying:
"Dry off. I don't want you to get my sheets all wet."
Misato quickly obeyed, dragging the towel over her soft skin and through her hair. Once she had dried herself to Shinji's satisfaction, Shinji grabbed her by the arm and threw her down onto his bed. Misato gasped with pleasure at Shinji's show of brute force and dominance.
"Ooo, master," she cooed, "You're being extra harsh today."
"And you're going to love every minute of it, aren't you, slave?" Shinji growled. Misato nodded meekly.
With that, Shinji grabbed Misato and pulled her around until she was on her hands and knees presenting her rear to her master. Without any kind of preliminaries, Shinji drove his rampant manhood deep into Misato's pussy. Misato arched her back with sudden ecstasy and tried to take her master even deeper. Shinji built up to a hard pace, slamming his hips against Misato's plush ass. In a matter of no time at all, Misato screamed:
"I'm cumming, Shinji! I'm—EEIIAAAHH!"
Shinji wasn't far behind her. About a minute later, he pulled himself out of Misato's spent womanhood and pushed her over onto her back. He gripped his twitching shaft in one hand and jerked himself all over Misato's perky tits, exclaiming wildly as he came. Once he had finished, Shinji collapsed onto the bed next to Misato and lay there for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. When he finally spoke, his words were ones of amazement.
"God," he panted, "I didn't even realize that I was that horny. It's just something, I guess. Maybe the last of the tension from yesterday is finally releasing itself from my system."
"Maybe," Misato sighed, "Mmm…I don't know how you manage to keep up such a rigorous pace with me. I've never been with anybody who treated me so right before. How do you do it?"
"I'm just lucky, I guess," Shinji replied, "Misato?"
"What's up, Shinji?" Misato replied.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Shinji," Misato replied, moving up to kiss her boyfriend.
The two of them lay there for another twenty minutes in each other's arms. Then, finally, Shinji's hunger started to get the best of him and he and Misato went downstairs to rustle up a late dinner. Misato, to Shinji's great surprise, pulled out a large flank steak and fired up the grill. He was only in a pair of boxers, and she was wearing nothing but a bra and pair of skimpy panties and a cooking apron. Shinji couldn't believe how shameless he and his lady were acting. He suddenly felt very silly.
What if someone were to happen in on us? thought Shinji incredulously, I mean, sure, it's fun and all; being almost naked in our own house. But suppose an unexpected visitor came over, like Rei, or Kensuke, or Toji, or one of the other neighbors? What would any of them think? Probably that we're shameless, disgusting, perverts. Ahh, who am I kidding? I don't really give a rat's ass, as long as I get to see more of Misato's perfect body.
Shinji smiled as Misato continued to move around and flaunt her body for him. She noticed Shinji smiling and returned the grin, prompting Shinji to grin wider, and then start laughing. The two of them started laughing happily and actually tickling each other while they waited for the steak to finish grilling.
"EEK! Not the ribs!" Misato squealed as Shinji poked her in the sides, "My sides are too ticklish! Stop! EEEK!!"
Shinji laughed maniacally as he tortured Misato. Despite her best attempts, Misato was unable to gain the upper hand on the more aggressive boy who was tickling her unmercifully. She was saved by the sound of the timer going off, signaling that the steak was done. Shinji released Misato and skewered the steak from the grill and dropped it on a platter.
After a hastily eaten meal (Shinji was so hungry that he nearly inhaled his food), Shinji found himself feeling very sleepy again. He yawned widely and told Misato that he was going back up to bed. Misato looked concerned.
"What's wrong?" Shinji asked.
"What if you transform while you're asleep?" Misato said, "Will you stay asleep, or will the wolf take over?"
"I don't know," said Shinji, "but I can't switch to a nocturnal lifestyle. It's just not in me. For one thing, you and I would never have any time together. You've got to work during the day, and I would be forced to sleep then. Then, when I'm just getting up, you'd need to be going to sleep. When we would actually have any time together, one or the other of us would be too tired to fully enjoy it. Don't you see? I have to risk sleeping at night."
"Okay," said Misato reluctantly, "but I'm staying with you tonight."
"No," Shinji said sternly.
"Don't you even try to give me the 'I'm too unpredictable and dangerous' speech, because it's not gonna work this time," Misato said fiercely, "You've been trying to handle this whole werewolf issue by yourself since it started. Don't you think that it's about time that you asked for a little bit of help and support? Especially when the person who wants to help you loves you more than anything else is this world?"
Shinji stood in silence, shocked by his lover's brave words. He ran the risk of causing her serious injury if he let her stay in his room with him while he slept and possibly lost control of himself. However, Shinji ran the risk of doing her worse harm to their relationship by pushing her away again. Shinji knew that he now faced one of the most difficult decisions of his life. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
A.N.: For those of you who read my stuff and hate the cliff-hanger endings that I leave at the ends of my chapters, I say: They're just put there to add dramatic effect and make sure that you want to keep reading. Thank you for your understanding. Please keep reading!