Tonight it is cloudy, even the stars are hidden. Shinji huddles closer under his coat and breathes on his hands for warmth. The light is small, negligent, even. The lantern must burn low in the trenches, only light enough so he can see.
The curves of the trench are dank, smelling earthy and musty.
A sound lifted his attention. A footstep, a scattered pebble.
“Who’s there!” Shinji aims his gun at the unknown figure coming from the distance. He feels drunk with terror, his movements slowed.
In this light, he sees familiar features.
“...K-Kaworu?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t return?” Kaworu says with amusement.
Kaworu comes to him from the mists. His breath is ghostly clouds in the cold night air.
Shinji doesn’t know how to answer.
“Don’t I get a hero’s welcome?” Kaworu says, his voice low.
Shinji gulps.
He notices the red stains on Kaworu’s jacket, one of the opposing side. He hadn’t realized this job would be undercover.
“You’re hurt...”
“Oh, that? It’s minor, just a scratch.”
“Still, it should be treated,” Shinji replies.
Kaworu looks entirely too happy to have Shinji peeling off his shirt.
Shinji fumbles around in the dim light for the first aid kit.
“Hold still,” he commands. He ignores Kaworu’s less than innocent grin as he finds the wound, it’s not deep, yet it’s far larger than a mere scratch. Kaworu doesn’t even flinch as he cleans the wound, even as the only kind of disinfectant he has is a vile smelling alcohol that burns enough to bring involuntary to even the toughest men.
But Kaworu just watches him, impassive, studying the details of his face. Shinji avoids his gaze and sets himself to drying and applying gauze.
When he is finishes, Shinji puts away the remaining gauze and puts down the disinfectant just right. He takes longer than usual, from the corner of his eye he can see Kaworu’s amused expression.
“You make a wonderful nurse, Shinji-kun. Perhaps that’s your calling,” he says and his expression made it all too clear that mental pictures involving nurse outfits was involved.
Shiji mutters an annoyed, shut up and Kaworu chuckles.
“Danke,” Kaworu says, amused.
“You speak without an accent....”
“I’ve been trained well,” Kaworu says.
“I should repay you,” Kaworu says.
And Shinji thinks No, I should be repaying you...
“Do you have any wishes, Shinji-kun?” he says. His breath is hot against Shinji and he shudders involuntarily.
soldier boy/war hero sex you say? ( R. Not safe for work, school, or grandparents!) part one
Tonight it is cloudy, even the stars are hidden. Shinji huddles closer under his coat and breathes on his hands for warmth. The light is small, negligent, even. The lantern must burn low in the trenches, only light enough so he can see.
The curves of the trench are dank, smelling earthy and musty.
A sound lifted his attention. A footstep, a scattered pebble.
“Who’s there!” Shinji aims his gun at the unknown figure coming from the distance. He feels drunk with terror, his movements slowed.
In this light, he sees familiar features.
“...K-Kaworu?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t return?” Kaworu says with amusement.
Kaworu comes to him from the mists. His breath is ghostly clouds in the cold night air.
Shinji doesn’t know how to answer.
“Don’t I get a hero’s welcome?” Kaworu says, his voice low.
Shinji gulps.
He notices the red stains on Kaworu’s jacket, one of the opposing side. He hadn’t realized this job would be undercover.
“You’re hurt...”
“Oh, that? It’s minor, just a scratch.”
“Still, it should be treated,” Shinji replies.
Kaworu looks entirely too happy to have Shinji peeling off his shirt.
Shinji fumbles around in the dim light for the first aid kit.
“Hold still,” he commands. He ignores Kaworu’s less than innocent grin as he finds the wound, it’s not deep, yet it’s far larger than a mere scratch. Kaworu doesn’t even flinch as he cleans the wound, even as the only kind of disinfectant he has is a vile smelling alcohol that burns enough to bring involuntary to even the toughest men.
But Kaworu just watches him, impassive, studying the details of his face. Shinji avoids his gaze and sets himself to drying and applying gauze.
When he is finishes, Shinji puts away the remaining gauze and puts down the disinfectant just right. He takes longer than usual, from the corner of his eye he can see Kaworu’s amused expression.
“You make a wonderful nurse, Shinji-kun. Perhaps that’s your calling,” he says and his expression made it all too clear that mental pictures involving nurse outfits was involved.
Shiji mutters an annoyed, shut up and Kaworu chuckles.
“Danke,” Kaworu says, amused.
“You speak without an accent....”
“I’ve been trained well,” Kaworu says.
“I should repay you,” Kaworu says.
And Shinji thinks No, I should be repaying you...
“Do you have any wishes, Shinji-kun?” he says. His breath is hot against Shinji and he shudders involuntarily.
“I....”