DISCLAIMER: Despite all my best efforts Evangelion still does not belong to me. This story is merely for my own enjoyment.
Your usual reminder that this story is a Lemon. So only read it if you are an adult and want to read that kind of stuff.
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"This" is speech.
'This' is thoughts.
"This" is memories
Schmerzendes Herz und Gehirn
Katsuragi Apartment: Just before dawn
Misato Katsuragi, NERV Major and Operations Director, sat at the kitchen table in the apartment she shared with two lovers and a penguin, who shouldn't be able to, but probably could drink her under said table.
Her morning beer was absent, however.
She had slept badly. The steam from the paint thinner brew she had made wafted up to her nostrils as she tried to solve that problem with caffeine. Though it would have helped Misato to actually drink some of the coffee rather than rest her head against her crossed hands in a vain attempt to control the anxiety she felt.
"Today's the day." She said quietly to herself as the first rays of the morning sun streaked through the sliding glass door that led to the veranda and illuminated the apartment.
Her brooding was interrupted by the sound of a bedroom door opening followed by shuffling feet until Shinji's better half, the Great Asuka Langley Sohryu entered the kitchen.
"Mornin' Misato." The redhead said through a yawn as her feet carried her on instinct towards the bathroom.
Misato paused her ruminations and looked up to greet her German ward. "Goo-." Until her brain registered how Asuka was dressed.
"Hey!" Misato raised her voice to its commander level before continuing. "Didn't I say no sleeping together!" Misato said as she stood up, her hands braced against the table like a predator about to pounce.
"Whaa-…" The still sleepy Asuka said rather puzzled as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Oh this!" Asuka said as she shook her hand along with the sleeve of what all the fuss was about. One of Shinji's school shirts. Which aside from her red panties, was the only thing she was wearing. "No, we didn't Misato, I just took one of his shirts and slept in it." Asuka answered her tone rather sheepish. She was grateful for the fact that she had done up some of the buttons on the shirt. Not that it made much of a difference since everyone in this apartment has seen what's underneath.
"Oh, okay." The usually lively purple-head said in a rather morose tone as she sat back in her chair that a more awake Asuka would have picked up on.
Asuka then continued on her quest to the bathroom and after handling nature's call returned to the kitchen table to sit with Misato. But not before grabbing a cup of the coffee her guardian had made.
She lifted the mug up and after putting it to her mouth her drowsy eyes shot open as her lips curled in disgust.
"VerdammtMisato!" Asuka exclaimed after forcing herself to swallow the bitter drink.
"It works, doesn't it? Makes you forget how tired you are." Misato said through a laugh as she finally took a drink of her own coffee. Her mood becoming cheerier, and her worries momentarily pushed to the back of her mind.
'Suppose I should be glad there's no curry spices or absinthe in the blend." Asuka thought as she mused on Misato's "creative" culinary sense.
The two women sat there, sharing a moment of silence as the tense Major drank her coffee black while the redhead added in as much cream and sugar as she could find to make Misato's brew potable.
"So…" Misato began, her eyes fixated on her coffee as she spoke "Is it everything you've ever dreamed?" She asked her dark eyes coming up to look at Asuka's cerulean orbs. Misato didn't often get a chance to talk to the two children by themselves, it was usually the pair of them, or they were in a place where such frank conversations were impossible. And given what could transpire today, Misato wanted to give voice to some of the thoughts that had rattled in her mind since Asuka and Shinji's revelation. Though whether she was asking for her own sake or to be sure before today was another question.
Asuka looked away staring off into the distance while the clinking sound of her spoon stirring her coffee filled the kitchen before she uttered her response after several moments:
"No."
"Wha-?!" Misato began, the shock evident in her voice before Asuka spoke up:
"Calm down Misato." Asuka said waving her hand in a way she hoped was calming before she continued, "You dream about what love is." She paused to look into her nearly snow-white coffee before saying more "When you're young you have this perfect naïve vision of love." "Candles, romantic dinners, grand gestures and all that?" Misato said as she surmised what the German redhead meant.
"Yeah." Asuka began before taking a sip of the cream with some coffee in it before continuing "And that's what you dream about finding. But it's false, real love…"
"…is feeling comfortable with someone, having that feeling of trust." Misato finished for Asuka as her fingers unconsciously curled round the cross around her neck.
"Exactly. But you don't really know what love is. Not until you have it. Then you understand." Asuka said, her tone a mix of dreamy and serious peculiar to those who know a primal truth. "Don't get me wrong there is a lot of burning, blinding, passion and romance but that's not the fundamental part." Misato's young ward began in a more whimsical tone before reverting to her serious voice for the last sentence "The essence of love, is trust, and you know both of us have real trust issues."
"The commanding officer in me is just worried about you using each other as an emotional crutch to get through your past…trauma." Misato said getting to the heart of the matter, that unresolved doubt she still had, that worry that the gulf between men and women, between other people really, was still too deep for the other to truly understand each other.
"What is the difference between a rock and crutch though?" Asuka said as she responded to Misato's question with one her own. "How do you know?"
"Hah, you put too much weight on it I guess." Misato answered, the heaviness of her sidearm under her jacket feeling unbearable at that moment as Kaji's words sounded in her head for the millionth time.
The women's conversation was interrupted by the sound of another bedroom door opening, proving Asuka was telling the truth, followed by a brown-haired boy with cobalt eyes entering the kitchen.
"Morning Misato." Shinji Ikari said as he entered his culinary domain before heading directly to the source of joy in his life: "Asuka." He said as he leaned down and the two shared a morning peck on the lips.
"Good morning baka." Asuka responded as she cupped his cheek in her hand and rubbed a lithe hand up and down the back of his pink shirt while Shinji's own hand twirled her luscious red locks as they were strewn every which way after a good night's sleep.
"Jeez get a room you two." Misato teased as she looked away from the scene before her, which in the weeks since the lovers' confession to her had become commonplace in the Katsuragi apartment. As far as the NERV Major could tell the two pilots had been keeping to their side of the bargain and sleeping in separate beds and not disappearing to one of their bedrooms while Misato was home. While she wasn't around however…eh, out of sight out of mind.
The two lovers paid no mind to their guardian's banter, contented smiles filling their faces as they saw each other at the start of a new day.
Afterwards, Shinji went over to the cupboard and took out a coffee cup. He thought he heard Asuka giggling slightly as he went but wasn't sure why.
'Caffeine might help.' The baka thought as he looked into the rippling black mixture before taking a swig.
"Misato made coffee." Shinji mewled quietly as he tried his best to ignore the aftertaste overwhelming his mouth, only hoping his tastebuds deaths were swift.
"Yep." Asuka said simply in response, and she swore Shinji's face seemed to turn green.
"Hey what's that's supposed to mean?!" Misato shouted defensively as her pride detected an assault on her gastronomic skills.
"Nothing!" Both responded synchronously as they looked at her scowling face.
"Oh, okay!" Misato said in her most chipper and sweet voice as a grin spread across her face.
'It's terrifying how quickly she can change emotions. If this NERV thing doesn't work out she definitely should be an actress.' Asuka thought as Shinji, after recovering and stealthily trading in the coffee for orange juice, began preparing everyone's breakfast. Eggs and toast for ladies and sardines for the penguin.
In several productive minutes the food was made, and appetites sated for the time being.
"Thanks Shinji." Misato said as she patted her belly before continuing "I've got to get in to work early so I'll be leaving now." Misato said as she got up to leave as Asuka helped Shinji clear the table.
"Bye Misato!" The two pilots called out.
"Remember to clean up if you get frisky!" Misato teased from the doorway.
"Misato!" both screamed in embarrassed horror from the kitchen.
'If everything goes to plan then there's nothing to worry about.' Misato thought as the door hissed shut behind her and the earlier smile melted away as she walked to the elevator.
'Arrghh! That teasing purple-headed drunk!' Asuka's mind screamed as she put the last of the dishes in the sink for Shinji to wash before turning around and harrumphing as her mind wandered down the logical rabbit hole of her lust that Misato's words had uncovered.
They were alone in the apartment for a not insignificant amount of time before they needed to be anywhere, and her last release had been days ago. She knew what she was going to do, the inevitability of it all filled her mind as her hormonal urges ate away at her self-control as she walked up behind Shinji, seemingly on autopilot.
"Liebling"Asuka said seductively as she crept up behind her brown-haired lover, undoing all the buttons on the shirt as she went, as he placed the last dish in the drying rack, her hands poised above his shoulders.
"Yeah Asuka…Whaa-!" Shinji said as Asuka's hands twisted him around, so they were facing each other as Asuka smothered Shinji's unprepared lips with a kiss, his response muffled by her hot lips and tongue subduing his mouth.
"Misato's left us all alone." The German redhead began after the kiss ended, her arms wrapping around his neck and head, her fingers running through his short hair as her bare thigh went between his legs to try and force Shinji's body to pump blood where she wanted it.
"But…" Shinji said trying to formulate a logical argument as to why he shouldn't copulate with the hot, horny, barely dressed redhead.
"You don't want me?" She said in her sweet, hurt voice as her hand adjusted the shirt she was wearing, revealing the nipple of her left breast to Shinji as she said the words.
"That's not wha-" Shinji began, desperately trying not to stare at her breasts as he haltingly spoke the words as Asuka draped her body onto his. Her thigh between his legs being replaced by a warm hand on his crotch, separated only by the thin fabric of his shorts as her lips planted kisses on his cheek.
"Or did you play with it before you got up and not leave any for me?" Asuka purred into his ear, saying the last part like a disappointed child as her sharp canine teeth bit into the soft cartilage. "Selfish baka."
Now those words affected Shinji. Maybe it was all the blood his brain was lacking, or some other psychological or physiological trigger, but nevertheless it provoked a reaction like Asuka wanted it to. Shinji's face became set and stern as his hands moved to her waist and picked her up, carrying her the several steps toward the now cleared kitchen table where he set her ass roughly down on the edge. He then pulled down his shorts to reveal the rock-hard erection that Asuka's antics had given him.
'Did you overdo it Sohryu?' Her mind asked as Shinji, too impatient to take off her panties, merely moved the ruby-red fabric to the side. Revealing her already moistened lower lips as Shinji hurriedly positioned his member at her entrance, barely remembering to wet his cockhead in his haste before plunging it in one swift motion into her waiting hole and filling Asuka with that comforting sense of fullness as her creases and folds moved and made way for Shinji's member. 'Nope.' Her brain decided shortly thereafter.
Asuka placed her hands on the table behind her so she was leaning up and their faces were close enough so she could snatch kisses when her lusts desired Shinji's lips.
Though Shinji took advantage of this first. Thrusting his face forward in time with his member to cover Asuka's mouth with his before his tongue split the barrier of her lips with the same force that Shinji's cock split her lower lips. Usually, they both liked to start slow with their lovemaking, only gradually increasing the tempo as they neared their respective crescendos. But not this time. This was a true quickie where the goal was merely to scratch that itch as quickly and intensely as possible. This time Shinji's thrusts were forceful from the outset, his member on most thrusts exiting almost to the base of the cockhead before reentering Asuka's twitching folds with full force.
The vibrations of his thrusts caused the wood of the table to screech and groan and Asuka's borrowed shirt to flow to her sides revealing her bust in all its glory, as the mounds of flesh bounced in time with Shinji's rhythm.
Shinji moved his right hand from Asuka's waist and up to her breasts, his palm kneading her orbs while his fingers pinched and played with her brownish nipples sending tingles of excitement through Asuka's body to match with lightning jolting up from her crotch at each stroke from Shinji's member against her sensitive folds.
Asuka felt herself getting closer to her release, her pussy becoming drenched and scorching under Shinji's assault. So, she flung her upper body forward wrapping her arms around his back and putting her head next to his, her moans sounding loudly in his ear as her self-control became non-existent in the face of the pleasure she was receiving.
Moments later Shinji felt the tell-tale tightening of Asuka's pussy around his cock as her body shook in his embrace, and her fingernails dug into him so hard that had Shinji not been wearing a shirt his back would have been bloody.
As Asuka passed her climax her sensitive folds felt a throbbing followed by a spreading warmness that told her Shinji had also found his release.
He pulled himself up so his back was straight, and their eyes bored into the other's heart and soul before their lips met again to convey all the passion and emotions that words could never fully express. While this happened, Shinji slowly moved his member inside of her, helping her calm down from her high before fully removing himself from her. Asuka broke the kiss and looked down to the space between them at Shinji's coated member and her own throbbing sex as she felt what Shinji had deposited there slowly flowing down her insides toward her entrance.
The wood under her ass was darkened and damp. Asuka was absently aware of the surprise she felt that so much wetness had escaped her in what her logical brain knew must have been only a few minutes of passion. But that was overwhelmed by another thought screaming through her thinking brain now that her hormones had been sated.
"Fuck."
"What?"
"We have a sync-test tomorrow." Asuka said, giving voice to the realization that came too late. The thick, creamy cum was now flowing down from her opening and staining her red panties a darker shade as the fabric absorbed the viscous liquid.
"Oh." Shinji said in understanding.
"Schiesse!" Asuka said as she stood up from the kitchen table and went to the bathroom to clean herself up before school and prayed Dr. Akagi's entry plug instruments wouldn't be looking for any gooey surprises. Though not before giving her baka one last kiss.
Later: Misato's Office
The room was dark, lit only by her computer's display and the other numerous lights, some blinking, some not, that denoted the myriad of electronic devices which dotted the NERV Operations Director's workspace.
'Right on cue.' Misato thought as the door opened and she looked up from the budget reports she'd been pretending to work on to listen to what the two nondescript men in sunglasses and dark suits who'd come into her office had to say.
"Commander Fuyutsuki was abducted?" Misato said, trying her best to sound surprised at the news.
"That's right, it happened two hours ago. The Vice-Commander was last seen in the eighth district." One of the agents said.
"That's inside this installation! What the hell were you idiots in intelligence doing?!" Misato spat angrily, her hostility to Section 2 coming more naturally to her than her earlier faux surprise.
"Someone inside this organization must have been involved." The first agent said.
"We appreciate your cooperation in this." His colleague added trying to go for the classic good government agent, bad government agent trope.
"Someone who could outwit Section 2. Oh no… You don't think…!" Misato said startingly trying to give the impression that she was only gradually coming to the realization of what they were insinuating.
"Ryoji Kaji." The second agent confirmed.
"He is the suspected mastermind behind this plot." His partner added.
"So that's why you came for me." Misato said, adding on a tone of resigned comprehension she hoped didn't sound forced.
"We believe that you can help us." The quote-unquote good agent said amelioratingly before continuing: "As your colleagues we regret the necessity of including the Director of Operations as a suspect. But that is the nature of our profession."
"And of course, given my relationship with him it is a natural precaution." Misato said as she pulled out her sidearm and blood red NERV ID card to hand to the agents.
"Yes, your cooperation would be appreciated." The nearer agent said as he took the proffered items before they led the purple-head away and into a dark holding cell until the matter was resolved.
The Same Time: Undisclosed Location
He awoke in a room as black as a starless night. He was faintly aware of the chair he was sitting in and the fact that his hands were bound to it by rough handcuffs, digging painfully into his wrists. Despite the lack of any information about his surroundings the old sensei knew precisely where he was and why he was here.
'Surprised it's taken them this long." Kozo Fuyutsuki, Vice-Commander of NERV, thought just as the light under his chair came on, followed swiftly by another as a familiar voice sounded in the spacious room:
"It's been a while."
"Are your invitations always so violent?" Fuyutsuki asked the voice before giving it a name "Chairman Keel." As a large black monolith inscribed with red lettering stating only audio was transmitting and designating that it was SEELE-01 appeared before him.
"There are a number of matters we need to discuss outside of Commander Ikari's hearing. The nature of your procurement was necessary" The chairman said by way of explanation.
"You haven't changed at all, and how this affects me is inconsequential." Fuyutsuki accused the monolith before him.
"The subjects have long been an active issue, this was inevitable." Another monolith stated as it materialized in the room with them.
"Please understand our situation." Yet another monolith pleaded with the Vice-Commander as it appeared.
"Oh, now this is surprising, not the committee but SEELE." Fuyutsuki said in mock surprise as far more monoliths than the five members of the Human Instrumentality Committee appeared around him, and also as if the giant red letters saying "SEELE" wasn't enough of a hint that the shadowy organization was abandoning their subterfuge for this interrogation.
"Do not toy with us!" The fourth monolith raged at the contempt it heard in the Vice-Commander's answer. His anger breaking the dam of SEELE's self-control, unleashing the torrent of their discontent.
"We never intended to make new Gods!" The sixth monolith proclaimed to the assembled cabal a moment later.
"Evangelion those things which we have created have incorporated S2 organs into themselves, achieving their ultimate form." The eighth monolith added.
"Living Gods that we created." The fifth monolith lamented; the accent of the speaker heavy as he cried out: "Such blasphemy!"
"Creating supreme beings and then being forced to rely on them is unacceptable." The ninth monolith stated in more reasonable tones than its compatriots.
"Man must not create God, let alone two!" the fourth monolith bemoaned.
"Can we trust anyone with that power, let alone Gendo Ikari?" The third monolith openly put the question to those present.
"Let there be order." Chairman Keel's voice sounded out over the spiraling debate. His firm voice bringing calm before he spoke again: "You know why you are here." He directed toward the bound and seated Fuyutsuki, bringing the old sensei out of his thoughts about how fractious the committee is and the smirk that would be on Gendo's face if he had been here to see it. "We hope you will cooperate professor."
The use of his old title, from when he had still been working in Kyoto in the time before Second Impact brought forth recollections into his mind. And as he took a trip down memory lane, remembering just how he came to be in the position he now found himself in, one word sounded in his mind.
'Yui.'
The Monument of Boredom, Classroom 2-A: Just after the last bell.
Youthful voices filled the previously still and stifling air as the next generation of Tokyo-3 finally roamed free after having spent all day sat at their desks. All except the Evangelion pilots, their blueish eyes glaring daggers into the other as they had been for the last several hours.
Their tryst this morning and its aftermath had succeeded in making the two of them late for school and their senile teacher had determined that a fitting punishment would be that they had to stay after school and clean classroom 2-A. This of course was on top of all the usual teenage gossip and giggling that happened whenever something even vaguely suggestive happened.
They had bickered and yelled at the other, exchanging blame and scowls while the other students had been milling about the classroom or the nearby halls in those minutes after the bell when they gathered the books and materials they needed for their homework and the two secret lovers got the cleaning supplies from the janitorial closet.
But once the last prying eyes had left…and the classroom door closed with a chair wedged up under the door handle for good measure. The two worked efficiently and wordlessly, getting the whole task done in under ten minutes. A record time if any had been there to see it.
Asuka Langley Sohryu sighed as she wringed the rag she'd just used to wash the windows into the murky suds of a rusty bucket probably twice as old as Tokyo-3.
She moved to stand when suddenly she felt strong hands wrap around her waist and belly and hot breath wash over her cheek and down the back of her neck. She closed her eyes an drank in the contentment she felt for a moment before opening them back up and in a flash jabbing her elbow into Shinji Ikari's side. Producing a slight yelp and a question:
"What's that for?"
"Making me stay late and clean this place." Asuka said as she undid Shinji's grip on her before turning around and draping her own arms around his neck and shoulders.
"Did you have plans?" Shinji asked, already knowing the answer, as he wrapped his hands back around her waist but left some space between them.
"No, Hikari said she had to run an errand for her older sister." Asuka answered remembering her lunchtime conversation with her friend and confidante.
"Yeah, Kensuke's got some flyby he wants to watch, while Toji mentioned something family related." He said as he remembered absently what his friends had told him during lunch.
"Boring baka." Asuka said as she pressed herself up against her lover and planted a kiss on his lips.
Though as Asuka brought herself closer to Shinji she found out why the baka's head was having such a hard time working:
'Wirklich, baka?!' She thought as her thigh felt something stiff. She didn't stop though, instead letting their lips linger together.
While they'd been cleaning Shinji's blood had become positively boiling as he stole glances at her creamy legs and lacey blue panties that were see-through in the back and didn't leave much to the imagination. She'd normally not wear something so revealing to school, but someone had dirtied her last normal pair of underwear and hadn't done the laundry recently. Shinji. She didn't mean to flash her panties as often as she did, but she wanted this stupid chore done and if that meant discarding the usual caution she used when those perverted boys were around then so be it. Though truth be told, she'd also been sneaking glances at his cute butt when he'd been sweeping the floor. And besides, they're lovers, they're supposed to look at the other with undisguised lust and desire.
"Pervert." Asuka teased as their lips parted, even as she pressed her thigh harder against his crotch causing her skirt to ride up and reveal the bottom part of her panties, juxtaposed against the boring colors of their uniforms.
"You're just so beautiful." Shinji said quietly, surprised he still had the capacity for words, as he brought his face near to hers. Both felt the hot breath of the other washing over and tickling their face.
"Dummkopf." Asuka nearly whispered as their faces were millimeters apart just waiting for that last push to be united. Their faces joined in a blur as a flurry of passion overwhelmed their ability to do anything other than obey their teenage hormones.
Their tongues began a furious duel in the space between their linked mouths as Shinji forcefully, but not painfully, pressed her up against the wall before breaking the kiss and turning the attention of his mouth and tongue to her neck while his fingers deftly undid the buttons keeping Asuka's school uniform on. Asuka meanwhile, wasn't one for passivity, and even as goosebumps covered her arms and legs, her hands went to Shinji's waist undoing the buttons of his shirt before removing it in one swift motion. This also happened to bring Shinji's mouth to her shoulder where Shinji kissed the erogenous zone between neck and socket, sending a tingle down her spine as her back arched sympathetically.
Not to let the baka have all the fun Asuka went on the offensive. She pushed the baka back so that his rear collided with a desk, filling the classroom with a screeching sound. Her face wearing a predatory grin as she took the few steps that separated them, discarding her loosened uniform on the floor so she stood in only her lacey blue bra and panties.
Her hands went all over his chest and her mouth placed feathery kisses on his sternum and chest as her lips made their way toward his left pectoral. Now it was Shinji's turn to be covered in goosebumps as he felt Asuka's sharp teeth and hot tongue on his nipple. Though he did maintain the coherence of mind necessary to undo Asuka's bra, which is no small feat.
The falling silk and lace and padding revealed the twin treasures underneath. Shinji had literally seen them this morning, but still he found himself in awe of their shape and plasticity as he took them in his hands and began kneading the fleshy globes. Asuka brought her mouth up from his chest and she stole another kiss from his lips. Meanwhile Shinji's fingers twisted at both her nipples causing a muffled moan from the German redhead that broke the kiss and filled the classroom before Asuka brought a hand up to clasp her mouth shut.
Shinji, using this opportunity, brought his mouth down to her chest and covered her breasts in kisses, pausing every now and then to suck on or pinch her nipples, sending moans and shivers through the redheaded lover. Her nipples standing as erect as Shinji's own member in response.
Asuka couldn't take it anymore, her hands darted to his belt and began frantically working at the leather, latch, and zipper until the dark material, along with Shinji's boxers, crumpled to the floor in a useless heap. Shinji's mouth still at her chest Asuka gripped his member in her hands, stroking it.
"Bereitbaka?" Asuka teased. Mixing German and Japanese as she seductively whispered in his ear.
"Do your worst." Shinji dared as he brought his face level with hers as the shared one more deep kiss before Asuka dropped down to her knees on the floor Shinji had just cleaned.
Shinji should have known it was a bad idea to challenge Asuka Langley Sohryu. She had a wicked grin as she looked into the baka's cobalt eyes before bracing her hands on his hips as she lined up her mouth with his protruding member.
Her lips opened and starting with his cockhead she worked her way down the length of his shaft. Her fingernails digging into to his skin as she choked when she was three-quarters of the way before persevering and soon her lips met the wrinkles on his balls.
She then removed her hands from his hips but kept her head bobbing up and down on his cock, trying each time to take his entire member into her mouth, and succeeding often, all the while their eyes were locked together in an unfaltering gaze. The gags this produced filled the classroom and Shinji was absently thankful they'd shut all the windows and simultaneously fearful the walls weren't soundproof enough.
His cock was aching for release and Asuka was aware of the taste of salty precum on her tongue. She brought her hands out from where they had been behind her back and began to fondle at his sack as his balls tightened. Her lithe fingers dancing over the taut skin as she cupped them in her hand before she removed his member from her lips. Instead of the long, deep bobs she made before Asuka now was taking in as much of the shaft in her mouth before ferociously sucking on it as she pulled it back out, making sensual popping sounds each time with her lips. Then after several rounds of this she brought her other hand up to his shaft and placing her visage directly before his cockhead.
She vigorously stroked her hand up and down his shaft using the saliva as lubrication while her other palm massaged Shinji almost fully receded balls as his cock stood in front of her face.
She had to know how close he was right?
'Is she going to…?'
"Asuka…" Shinji managed enough warning for the redhead to close her eyes before his balls unleashed their pent up load onto her face.
Spurts of ropey cum impacted her forehead and cheeks. Fortunately, not getting in her eye or her hair. At least at the outset, but as she moved her head, the splotch of cum on her forehead flowed onto her right eyebrow and eyelash causing the German redhead to curse a bit before wiping it away. Meanwhile the rest of the cum had begun flowing down her cheeks to her chin, Shinji mesmerized by the sight of it and even noticing a bit on her nose that he couldn't remember how it got there.
Now Shinji had cum on her face before, but usually on accident through circumstance. This was different though. This time she had purposely done it.
She told herself it was to avoid any traces of his cum being inside her for the synch-test tomorrow, since she usually swallowed. Well, that may have been one of the reasons, but really, she knew Shinji wanted it, and she wanted to make his fantasies come true. Why was that? Was it because she loved him and derived pleasure from his satisfaction? Was it a quid pro quo for all the things he did for her? Or maybe was she afraid his eyes would wander to some hussy who'd let him do all the perverted things he looked at in those magazines he thought she didn't know about? Maybe a mixture of all the above as her love and lingering, though still greatly reduced, insecurity blended together in the decisions of her conscious mind. Asuka wasn't really sure, but she didn't regret it, not for a moment.
Asuka was broken out of her introspection by strong hands lifting her up and placing her on her back on the school desk Shinji's movement had skewed out of the row. His hands quickly removing the last article of clothing from her body before she had a chance to protest.
Shinji's mouth danced over her abdomen placing kisses on either side of her bellybutton, where he knew her ovaries were under her sensitive skin while his hands went to her most private place to stimulate her petals. His fingers started out with the sensitive nub of her clitoris, sending lightning through the German redhead's body and renewed wetness inside her.
Judging she was wet enough Shinji placed his right index finger at her opening while Asuka's hands pulled at the hair on his head as his lips continued to leave a path of kisses on her belly.
His digit penetrated, splitting her moistened, hairless labia as it went in one joint at a time. Once it was inside, he began swirling the finger in a spiral around her insides as he searched for the telltale twitch in her body that told him he'd found a sensitive area. As his fingers found a wrinkle crease inside Asuka he was rewarded not just by a twitch but a hitching yelp as Asuka responded to his touch. Shinji then began to curl his finger inside to maximize contact with the erogenous spot in her rapidly heating and wetting hole.
As Asuka's breath became more strained and he paused in his kisses to see her biting her lip, Shinji put a second finger into her and changed tactic. Now his fingers, rather than curling, began to thrust in and out of her, striking more of her insides as they exited to just below his fingernails with each swift stroke. Her breath now was well and truly hitching, her earlier attempt to stay quiet was abandoned at this fresh onslaught that was bringing her to the edge of climax.
Her heavy breathing mercifully didn't last long though as Shinji felt her tighten around his fingers at the same time as her fingernails dug into his scalp and she felt like she was going to bite through her lip as she barely suppressed a croaking moan, brought on by her orgasm, that definitely would have been noticed.
Asuka turned her face to stare up at the ceiling she knew well, it being more interesting than most of the old sensei's lectures, as she came down from her high. Though she was halted from further reflection as she felt the baka's fingers leave her to be soon replaced by a new pressure on her entrance.
'Baka's ready again.' Asuka thought as she knew what the feeling on her lower lips was. 'Well so am I.' She determined as she shifted her ass on a desk whose owner she couldn't remember and spread her legs to accommodate Shinji between them.
She brought her eyes back down and looked into Shinji's cobalt orbs with her cerulean globes. They stayed like that for a moment, with Shinji's member lined up at her opening but not penetrating, until Asuka's lips formed into a smile which Shinji returned with one of his trademarked awkward grins.
"I love you Asuka." Shinji said as his words broke the silence, and despite everything, engendered a bright blush on the redhead's cheeks.
"Baka, get on with it." Asuka responded in her own way. Though Shinji knew her well enough to know she wasn't saying it with malice or boredom.
Shinji answered her words with his own actions, pushing his member past her lower lips and the entrance to her insides. First his cockhead, then his entire shaft slid in until he was hilted into her moist hole. He went gentle at first, shallow slow strokes as he knew her insides were still sensitive after having just came.
His hands went back to her breasts, gripping her fleshy mounds for support as his rhythm began to pick up and Asuka's breath responded by hitching in her throat as her insides felt his rock-hard erection going ever deeper into her.
To Shinji it felt as if her pussy was trying to suck him in and not let go it was so tight. Her walls pressed in on his shaft from all sides as he continued to thrust in and out of her, though only getting about half of his member out each time.
He looked her up and down. Soft legs leading to spread hips around her glistening labia as he watched his cock separating them as he stroked into her. Her stomach and chest seemed to be spasming, as her diaphragm desperately tried to impose some kind of order on her breathing while her arms went up to his shoulders, bracing herself as he thrust into her causing her ass and thighs to shake in response. Then he saw her face. Her perfect face, lost in ecstasy, eyes glazed over and mouth agape as he felt her tightening around him and knew she was close.
The sight and feel of the whole thing was euphoric and he desperately fought back the urge to cum in response to the bliss he felt, wanting her to reach her peak as well.
He didn't have to wait long as she soon reached her crescendo for the third time that day.
Shinji knew when he saw her mouth silently, well mostly silently, open on her cum-covered face and felt her entire body shaking. He was grateful since he couldn't hold on much longer and gave one last deep thrust into her before taking his member out of her just as his self-control failed. His aching balls let loose his seed and the milky-white substance shot on either side of her bellybutton in two big splotches that joined together a Asuka's panting breaths caused them to flow down into the abdominal orifice.
He leaned back as he beheld the sight of her lying on her back, on one of their school desks, with her face still covered in cum and her belly coated in a fresh load.
He could look at that scene all day, and probably would have if not for Asuka's words:
"Could you hand me a towel Shinji." Asuka asked as she raised up an expectant hand.
"Right." Shinji said and began moving. He didn't find a clean towel, but he found a box of tissues and handed them to his lover who was now sat up on the desk. The baka stood and stared at the sight of the German redhead wiping away the semen from her body before an irritated Asuka berated him:
"Want to take a picture too?" Asuka asked as she wiped away the last of the cum on her cheeks with a tissue.
"No!" Shinji said, quickly looking away, his face blushing as bright as her hair.
"I don't mind you staring baka," Asuka began as she got up and walked to Shinji and he looked at the soft smile on her face as she continued, "but there has to be something here." Asuka said as her finger pointed at Shinji's chest and his heart beneath.
"Right." Shinji said with a smile as they both unconsciously brought their lips together and shared a kiss that told the other of their commitment to knowing the other body and soul.
Eventually the kiss ended, and the two lovers got cleaned up and dressed. They gathered their school bags and other belongings, along with the borrowed cleaning supplies, unblocked the door and returned the chair to its proper place before opening the door to reveal a flailing Toji Suzuhara. Who, as luck would have it, had been preparing to knock on the door the exact moment Shinji opened it, causing him to almost fall through the now open door, only narrowly avoiding crashing into the "Red Devil" and instead ending up on the floor.
"Stooge! What the hell?!" Asuka said in her characteristic fashion while Shinji helped his friend up.
"What is it Toji?" Shinji asked now noticing how heavily the Fourth Child was breathing.
"I was visiting my grandad at the lab today, before going to see my sister, and he said he saw Miss Misato being escorted by two of those Section 2 creeps." The tracksuit wearing jock blurted out in a garbled mass of words between panting breaths before uttering what it all meant: "Something's wrong Shinji."
Gendo's Esoteric Office: Less than an hour Later
"Where is she?!" Shinji Ikari demanded as he entered his father's demesne.
"If you are referring to the Operations Director, she is in Isolation Facility 4." The bearded man with a guarded pose stated as the younger Ikari came forward with a determined stride.
"Why is Miss Misato imprisoned?" Shinji asked in a harsh tone, as he stood, hands clenched directly in front of Gendo's desk instead of the usual twenty meters Gendo used to intimidate. For some reason Shinji did not understand the guards had only permitted him entry. Though he guessed it was probably a form of manipulation by Gendo, perhaps he believed if he showed favoritism to Shinji, it would drive a wedge between the united front of NERV's two premier pilots. But he was sure it was not due to any care or love within that bastard's heart.
"Major Katsuragi is being detained for reasons that don't concern you." Gendo Ikari, Supreme Commander of NERV, said through steepled hands in his quintessential calm tone.
"She is my guardian, Father." The venom oozing from Shinji's voice as his mouth forced out the final word filled the office with a sense of malice as Shinji's hands unclenched and slammed into Gendo's desk, though if this display of dissatisfaction affected Gendo he did not show it.
"Another guardian can be arranged for you and the Second Child…" Gendo began before removing his hands to his chair's armrests before continuing, "…or would you prefer to live alone?"
Shinji was unsure if this was a threat. Unsure if his father was aware of his and Asuka's relationship. This unknown gave Shinji pause, though he tried his damndest not to give away just how far his heart had sunk at those words.
"That will not be necessary." Shinji answered through gritted teeth his tone bitter.
"If that is all then please inform Pilot Sohryu that the next synch test will proceed as scheduled." Gendo said as Shinji removed his hands from Gendo's desk back to his sides where they clenched and unclenched several times before Shinji turned around and left the NERV Director alone in his office.
Gendo Ikari released a sigh after several moments of being alone in his kabbalah covered domain, something he never did even in front of the old sensei. Afterwards he pulled out a key he kept on his person at all times and opened up the drawer in his desk where his most precious possession lay. An old, fading photograph of a mother and child.
"He really is our son." He said as he looked at the last surviving image of Yui Ikari on the planet. He had thought about destroying it along with the others, but he just couldn't.
"I have to succeed, so we can be together again." Gendo said, his usual sternness absent from his voice as his eyes looked back and forth between the love of his life and that love incarnate. "Then you'll understand." He said as he carefully laid the photograph back in the drawer again locking it away like he had his own heart.
NERV HQ, Isolation Facility 4: Some Time Later
"Is it over?" Misato Katsuragi asked as the door to the cell she was in opened flooding the dark room with a light that stung her eyes.
"Yes. A solution to the problem has been found." The suit-wearing agent said rather vaguely before continuing: "Thank you for your cooperation." He finished as he held out a tray with her NERV ID and sidearm. Misato took her proffered possessions wordlessly and walked out of the deep dark pit NERV used for unruly pilots and other problems that needed to go away. Her brain already knowing exactly where she needed to be while her heart hoped that it wasn't too late.
Tokyo-3 Outskirts: Ventilation Room 6
"Oh hi, you're a little late, aren't you?" The badly groomed spy called out as he turned around to face the contact who'd he'd arranged to meet after the business with the Vice-Commander was concluded.
The usually verbose informant was silent however, his hand tucked in his coat pocket as he stood in the doorway. He'd hoped to take the associate-turned-loose-end from behind before he even knew he was there. That plan now impossible, Kaji's former collaborator instead opted for speed and yanked his arm clutching his weapon out as fast as his muscles could carry.
Three shots rang out, the shrill sound of the bullets echoing off the old concrete walls and down rusting pipes as a body crumpled to the floor.
"Thanks, Katsuragi." The unshaven spy said to his lover coming out from her position overwatching the room.
"You damn fool." Misato said, putting away her pistol that felt so much lighter in her hands now, though not from the missing bullets in the magazine. Kaji wasn't listening though, he was busy rummaging through the unlucky bastard's pockets as his lifeblood pooled on the floor from two shots center mass and one that passed through his grey matter.
"Ah, here you are." Kaji said as he found what he was looking for, a small transmitter, to send the signal that the job was done, to the dead man's superiors.
The button pressed the two of them then set out to processing Kaji's would-be assassin, removing any documents or belongings that might be able to identify him. Had they really wanted to delay that process, and been incredibly sadistic, they could have knocked out all his teeth and cut off all his fingertips to obfuscate any dental or fingerprint records, leaving DNA as the only viable means. But they had neither the time nor the willingness, instead dumping the body deep down a ventilation shaft that hadn't seen a maintenance worker in six months.
"I'll be going now." Kaji said once the deed was done as he theatrically wiped his hands before his tone turned serious as he looked into her dark eyes. "Remember Katsuragi, the truth is with you." The spy said, referencing the last gift he had given her, one he could not use, but which she might be able to.
"Kaji…" Misato began before the spy, throwing caution to the wind gave voice to the words that eight years ago he found he could not say.
"I love you."
He took the purple-haired Major in a tight embrace before the two shared a kiss. Conveying with it all the feelings and words they had no time to say. His lips said he wanted to live, to come back to her, and hers said that she'd be waiting for him.
"Sayonara, Misato."
"Sayonara, Ryoji."
A/N: Well, here we are, the episode defined by memories has them utterly absent here since I figured they wouldn't change. For those surprised by the end, I've been telegraphing this change since the third chapter. For those not surprised, let me know what you thought of this chapter. It's mostly filler to move the plot along but next time will be Arael. That battle will be…different.