It took me two years to write this silly thing, mainly because I feel stupid writing smut. I sent it out to a few betas when I finally finished it last year, and neither of them got back to me. I thought I'd lost it among many computer changes, but as it turns out, I still had a full copy in my email. ♥. So here it is, unbeta'd. And probably crap. Apologies in advance for crappiness.
Title: The Value of a Miracle
Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Setting: Episode 4, "Hedgehog's Dilemma"
Warnings: Yaoi, if you didn't catch that!
After telling himself so many times, "I mustn't run away... I mustn't run away... I mustn't run away..." Ikari Shinji did what many unhappy young teenagers do.
He ran away.
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Shinji trudged through the prairie on the outskirts of town. His hands were in the pockets of his school uniform pants, and his blue-eyed gaze was low to the ground. Shinji was lost in thought, wandering wherever his feet took him. But soon, his thoughts were interrupted by some of the strangest noises the boy had ever heard.
"Brrrrrrrrrrr! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! Ahaha, I've got you now! No, you'll never catch me, punk! Rat-ta-tat-tat-tat!" said a voice that sounded strangely familiar.
"Ikari! Never expected to see you out here! What's up?" said Kensuke, his war game coming to a halt. Shinji then realized that Kensuke had been talking to himself, and that the two boys were alone but for each other.
"Come on, I have a tent set up," said the military otaku, beckoning for Shinji to follow. A few minutes later, the Third Children and his friend were sitting around a campfire. The fire flickered on their faces, reflecting from Kensuke's glasses, heating the two boys up on a cool night.
"So, Ikari-kun... what are you doing out here, anyway?"
"I-I don't think I can pilot Eva anymore. I just... can't."
"You know, Ikari... I would kill to be an Eva pilot! Saving Tokyo-3 from the Angels... I don't understand why you don't love it."
"You want to pilot Eva? Wouldn't your mother be worried about you?" Shinji frowned.
Kensuke scooted a little closer to Shinji on the log he had fashioned into a bench.
"I'm like you. I don't have a mother either. So, no worries." Kensuke smiled half-heartedly.
"D-don't say things like that, Aida-kun. Even if, even if you don't have a mother, there's plenty of people who would be worried about you."
"Nah, not even Touji-kun would care. He's always telling me how I'm gonna get myself killed, being obsessed with the military and Eva. Probably no one would even miss me."
Shinji tentatively put an arm around Kensuke.
"I would miss you, Aida. I would."
Kensuke's lower lip trembled slightly as he threw both his arms around his friend in a fierce hug.
"No-nobody has ever told me that before, Ikari-kun."
"Well, it's true. You are my friend, and I've never had many friends..." said Shinji.
"Ikari! This makes me so happy!" exclaimed the over-zealous Kensuke. He squeezed Shinji a little harder and kissed the corner of his mouth. Shinji blushed.
"A... ano..." Shinji turned his head away embarrassedly. Kensuke looked down at his feet.
"Hey, Ikari-kun, do you want to stay in my tent tonight? If you've run away from Katsuragi-san's place, you need a place to sleep... I mean, if you want to."
"Th-that would be fine, Aida-kun."
"And it's getting kind of late, maybe we should head to bed."
"You're probably right," said Shinji with a slight nod.
Shinji was first in the tent.
"A little small for two people, isn't it? And you've only got one sleeping bag..."
"Well, I didn't expect I'd be sharing it with anyone. I had no idea that you'd be wandering around out here, or I'd've brought two." Kensuke shrugged.
"I guess we'll just have to share then... anyway, the extra body heat will help."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
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Kensuke and Shinji wriggled into a sleeping bag that was barely big enough to house them both. The boys couldn't move without rubbing up against each other. They struggled with the sleeping bag until Shinji rather comically ended up with his lips near Kensuke's left ear, making it Kensuke's turn to blush.
"Ikari-kun, I don't think this is going to work."
The two classmates scrambled out of Kensuke's sleeping bag and unzipped it. They lay down on top of it, Shinji staring towards the roof of the tent, Kensuke on his side facing Shinji.
"...I really like you."
"Oh, well, I like you too, Aida-kun."
Kensuke chuckled. "That's not what I meant at all, Ikari-kun."
"Hmm? Then what did you mean?"
Kensuke leaned over and pressed his lips to Shinji's. The dark-haired boy's eyes opened a little wider, but he didn't push Kensuke away. Instead, he embraced his friend and returned the kiss.
"I-Ikari... I've never kissed anyone before..."
"Um, neither have I. It feels nice to kiss someone. A little like a movie, don't you think?"
"Yeah... a little like a movie..."
Kensuke unbuttoned the topmost button of the other boy's school uniform. He glanced up for approval, and Shinji gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. The freckled boy deftly unbuttoned the rest of the shirt. He was used to the buttons -- he did wear the same uniform, after all.
Shinji, for his part, reached up to unfasten Kensuke's military jacket, which Kensuke took off and tossed to the side. The boys were left in their pants and undershirts for the time being, but their intermingled heat kept the cold away from them both.
"A-Aida... you've never... done this... been this way... with Suzuhara?"
"Touji-kun? No... he's too aggressive. He'd probably hurt me if I tried. Besides, I think the School Rep is sweet on him, and I wouldn't wanna mess up her chances." Kensuke winked.
"Horaki? She seems like a nice girl. Maybe she could keep Suzuhara sane!" They both laughed.
Kensuke playfully tugged at Shinji's undershirt. Shinji complied with his peer's wordless request, tugging the dark blue shirt over his head and tossing it into the pile of already removed clothing.
"Your turn, Aida."
Kensuke gave Shinji a sheepish grin and pulled his own shirt up over his head, tossing it into the pile as well. The boys embraced, skin to skin, and awkwardly pressed their lips together once more. Kensuke was the one to break the kiss.
"Do you ever... think about someone when you're all alone? Like, um, when you're in your bed... or in the bath..."
"What? ...Oh. Ohhhh... well, I don't really like to talk about that sort of thing." Shinji blushed deeply.
"Come on... I won't tell anyone. I promise."
"Uh... well... sometimes, sometimes I think about Ayanami."
"Ayanami? Hmm... She's cute, but I sure wouldn't be thinking about her if I had a major babe like Katsuragi-san in the house!"
"Misato-san is pretty, but she's such a slob! And there's... something about Ayanami that seems, well, familiar."
"Ikari." Kensuke made a statement of the name.
Kensuke began unbuckling and removing Shinji's belt.
"I'll make you forget about all those girls."
Shinji looked on, speechless, as his friend unzipped and tugged down his pants. The Third Children's heart beat faster and faster as Kensuke stripped his clothing down until he was wearing nothing but his clean white socks.
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The freckled boy traced his trembling fingers along Shinji's slender hips, determined to prove his love to his friend, but unsure where to start. Kensuke stroked the sparse dark curls below Shinji's waist, marvelling in the other boy's body; one that closely mirrored his own. A pearly drop appeared at the head of the Evangelion pilot's phallus, and all at once, Kensuke knew exactly what to do.
Aida touched his tongue to the head of Shinji's cock, tentatively tasting the boy's precum. The Third Children whimpered a little as his friend took his cock-head into his mouth and began to suckle at it softly. Kensuke closed his eyes, ignoring Shinji's slight twitches as the dark-haired boy edged closer and closer to climax -- he was young and inexperienced, after all, and the touch of his own hand could hardly compare to the loving touch of another's tongue. The Third Children let out a tiny gasp and threw his head back, spurting his seed into the other boy's mouth, Kensuke sucking lightly as he came. After a few seconds, Shinji's body went slack again, and he smiled down at his friend.
Kensuke looked up at his classmate, swallowing, and grinned.
"It was my pleasure."
The sandy-haired boy clambered up to where Shinji lay, and wrapped an arm around him. There were no more words between them that night.
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Early the next morning, Kensuke stepped outside the tent, only to be greeted by five men in black suits. They had come for Shinji, of course, and not for him.
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Shinji became busier and busier as days went by, and he tried not to think about what Kensuke had done for him. He didn't like thinking about things that made him blush. He put it out of his mind, tucked away into that section of his memory he reserved for happier times. The Third Children didn't think about it anymore. That is, until he met Nagisa Kaworu. And then he couldn't help himself.