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Shinji closed the door of Misato’s apartment behind him. “I’m home,” he said softly, knowing full well no one would answer him. He still waited for a beat. There was no reply, and he sighed.
He’d briefly hoped that after he and Asuka had successfully teamed up to defeat the twin angel Israfel that things would get better. Or at least, he and Asuka could have some kind of working relationship other than ‘frosty’ or ‘abusive’.
And for a short time, it had seemed like they had. They weren’t exactly friendly, but she seemed to hold something akin to basic respect for him.
Until she started spending more and more time with Ritsuko, and her mood had swiftly gone from alarmed, to angry (what a surprise), to a sort of general resentment of everyone and everything around her. As usual, no one would tell him a thing, least of all Asuka.
Even Misato, who he could usually rely on to explain at least something when he was lost, had just frowned and asked him to try and give Asuka some latitude.
He took off his shoes and headed to his room, hoping he could start his homework before Asuka got back. Misato had made it clear that after Angels, their top priority was school, and Asuka would typically respect his space if he was studying.
Mostly.
Lately, it had become his primary shield against Asuka’s new hair trigger temper. As a pleasant side effect, his grades were actually improving, if nothing else.
He pulled out what he needed from his bag and was about to start working when the front door shut loudly. It wasn’t a slam. But it was… energetic. Shinji had become a connoisseur of closing doors since the German girl had entered his life.
Asuka’s door slid open and closed, and Shiji felt himself tense up, expecting the shoji between their rooms to open up at any moment and a crimson ball of sarcasm to fly at him.
Slowly he relaxed as his homework was completed, and no one interrupted him. He might even get to listen to his music before Misato came home and he had to start cooking dinner.
The wall to Asuka’s room slid open.
Shinji’s eyes shot to the space, and beheld a frustrated and rather disheveled Asuka staring at him with a scowl.
“Shinji. I…” Asuka paused and closed her eyes. “I need your… advice,” the words seemed to be drug out of her against her will.
What?
“Oh?” Shinji asked, not at all certain what to make of this.
“Yes,” Asuka said bitterly. “I need your… point of view on something.”
“Okay…?” Shinji agreed, certain this would end poorly somehow, but hoping he could just answer her questions and be left in peace.
Asuka’s hands came up in front of her like she was holding an invisible vase. “When guys…” she stopped, and her hands clenched into fists, before relaxing and going up and sliding through her long hair.
“What I mean is, how do you-” again, Asuka stopped, seemingly trying to find the right words.
Shinji winced, instinct telling him that he wasn’t going to like whatever Asuka asked when she finally figured out what she was going to say.
To his surprise, Asuka blushed, and shut the wall between them again without continuing.
Shinji blinked. When the door stayed shut, he returned to his homework, vowing not to ask any questions.
He most certainly didn’t want to know.
Shinji hurried home for a different reason today. PE was a favorite of many students, for many reasons. It was what Toji lived for, naturally. If one asked Kensuke, he would admit he loved PE for another reason entirely.
Swimsuits.
Right now, Shinji was cursing the inventor of the swimsuit, the inventor of the shoji, the general lack of privacy in his life, and the knowledge that he had a very brief window to deal with… things before Asuka would be home.
Moving at a quick pace, he opened the front door. “I’m home,” he said, quickly moving to take off his shoes.
“Welcome back.”
Shiji looked up in horror to see Asuka already there, in the hall, almost as if waiting for him. He had just wanted fifteen minutes of privacy- no! Even ten would have been sufficient. But that wouldn’t be happening today.
“You made it home quickly,” Shinji said as he took off his shoes.
Asuka frowned, and Shinji winced. Somehow that had been the wrong thing to say.
“Yeah. I did. Look, I need to talk to you.”
“Oka-aay!” Shinji agreed, before he was grabbed by the arm and pulled into Asuka’s room, his second shoe falling to the floor before he could even put it down.
Moments later, they were both sitting across from one another in her room.
“How do boys… deal with their frustration?” Asuka asked.
Shinji blinked, and licked his lips. This certainly wasn’t anything he’d expected.
“Well, it depends on the person, I suppose. Sports? Video games? I used to play the cello when I was upset-”
“That’s not what I meant,” Asuka interrupted him. “I mean,” she growled, “how do you deal with being horny?”
Shinji froze. “... I don’t think I want to be involved in this conversation.” He went to stand, but Asuka lunged across the space between them and forced him back to the ground before he could get to his feet.
“I need to know!” She demanded.
“Why? I’m pretty sure you have a decent idea!” Shinji blurted carelessly, immediately regretting the words.
“Because I can’t get it to stay down!” Asuka shouted, her face flushing.
Their eyes locked, and they stared at each other for several seconds, Shinji in total confusion, and Asuka in frustrated embarrassment.
Finally, Shinji said the only thing he could. “What?”
Asuka let out a loud groan, before taking a deep breath. “I will explain, on the understanding you will never speak about this to another soul. You don’t have a good track record with this, Mr. Yes Class I’m the Pilot, so do I need to spell out what will happen if you repeat one word of what you’re about to hear?”
Shinji quickly shook his head. “No. I get it.”
Asuka let out a long sigh. “You’ve probably wondered what’s been happening?”
“A little?” Shinji agreed.
“I’ve been in and out of LCL half my life. But for some reason, NOW of all times… Ritsuko isn’t certain what happened, but I seem to have had a,” she paused. “Reaction.”
Shinji’s eyebrows were furrowed, but he nodded. “Okay? You seem all right?” He hazarded.
Asuka grit her teeth. “According to the MAGI and every test that can be run, and a few that were invented, I AM fine.”
Shinji nodded again, choosing not to say anything.
“I am talking to you, because you’re one of about a dozen people who have the clearance to know about this, and all of my other options are even worse , somehow,” Asuka explained slowly.
Shinji nodded again, and waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he let the tension in the room build, certain it was preferable to moving, or making a sound. He would sit there, until she spoke, or Misato came home. Nothing that happened, or failed to happen, would shake him from this resolve.
Asuka stared at him, opening her mouth, then closing it again, clearly unable to say what she knew she must.
Then something she said clicked in his brain. “Wait. What can’t you keep down?”
“I grew a cock.”
“You what?” Shinji asked. This was a weird, new kind of mind game, in bad taste, and a bit far, even for Asuka.
“I have a cock, and the verdammt dumme thing won’t stop…” Asuka paused, before her arm shot up, her balled fist pointing at the sky. “How do you get it to stop ?”
“... Seriously?” Shinji asked.
“Why would I lie about this?” Asuka demanded.
Shinji shrugged. “I don’t know. But… that’s impossible.”
“Don’t I know it!” Asuka shouted. “But we fight extragalactic aliens in giant robots with physics based on something scientists nicknamed the ‘absolute terror’ field.” She snorted. “And now I have a…” she stopped and smacked the front of her dress.
His eyes couldn’t help it. They followed her hand, and stayed glued to her crotch in fascinated horror. “In addition, or instead of?” He asked, before he could stop himself.
Asuka dragged a hand across her face slowly, “Addition,” she mumbled through her fingers.
“And its… behavior is causing you problems?” Shinji asked.
“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to wear a school uniform with- of course you don’t. Misato won’t let me withdraw, even though I have a PhD. On top of everything else, it’s now my responsibility to keep it a secret. In a public school! I had to get a note to exclude me from PE! I can’t wear swimsuits or a tracksuit!”
Shinji had noticed it, and even tentatively tied it to whatever had been making Asuka tense, though obviously he’d not come close to the actual reason. Kensuke had been glum for days when he’d realized he couldn’t get shots of Asuka in gym clothing.
“You can almost see it through my plugsuit even!” Asuka continued.
“Wait, and this happened because of LCL?” Shinji asked in alarm.
“No one knows, but it’s the only thing Ritsuko can think of,” Asuka said dismissively, before looking at him oddly. “Why, worried you might finally grow some balls?”
Shinji scowled at her. “If I don’t have them, I guess you should go ask someone else.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Asuka backpedaled quickly. “Seriously, though. How do you get it to behave?”
Shinji shook his head and took a long breath. He finally replied, “Long term, or short term?”
“Long,” Asuka replied immediately.
“If I ever find out, I’ll let you know,” he said.
“What does that mean?!”
“It means we’re teenagers, and it doesn’t come with an instruction manual! As far as I know the only way to make it ‘behave’ long term is to cut it off. Um, is that an option?”
Asuka growled again. “NERV won’t do it until they understand what happened. The surgery would be relatively simple, but… And there’s not really any clues. They could find out tomorrow, or in a month, a year, or… never.”
“... I’m sorry. That you’re going through this,” Shinji said.
Asuka nodded. “Thanks.” She said softly.
…
“How about short term then?” she finally said, breaking the silence.
Shinji winced. “What have you tried?”
Asuka looked at him unamused. “Cold showers.”
“That’s all?” Shinji asked, surprised. “You went to college, you must know the basics .”
“I don’t even like touching it, let alone doing that ,” Asuka said.
Shinji threw his hands up. “Well then you’re going to have a long, hard time ahead of you.”
“Oh, real funny,” Asuka said.
“Can’t you talk to Misato about this?” Shinji asked.
“Like hell. Can you imagine ?” Asuka asked.
Sadly, he could. The innuendo would be constant, and painful.
“All right, maybe not her. You said about a dozen people can know?”
Asuka started counting names on her fingers. “The commander,” they shared a look. “The subcommander, Ritsuko, Misato, Kaji ,” she bit the name out, “You and Rei are allowed, but I’m not telling her,” she continued, “Maya, and a couple of medical personnel, and some people back in NERV Berlin you don’t know.”
Shinji’s face dropped. “Oh god. I might actually be the best person for you to talk about this to.”
Asuka simply nodded.
“Look, I know… really, if it’s possible to control it, wouldn’t Kaji be the-”
“I’m not talking to Kaji about it,” Asuka said loudly.
“Right. What about Maya? She’s closer to our age, but she’s old enough that she might have some advice,” Shinji suggested hopefully.
“I don’t think she’s had a boyfriend,” Asuka shook her head. “And I’m not sure she’s…” She looked at Shinji oddly and shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think she’s a good person to ask either.”
Shinji shook his head. “Okay. So what do you want me to tell you?”
“There’s really no other way to make it settle down?” Asuka asked pleadingly.
“If you find one, please let me know,” Shinji said.
Asuka growled. “So I have to-” she mimed with her arm.
Shinji shrugged. “Or find an open minded boyfriend, I guess? You seem to have the basics down, at least.”
“I’m not even allowed to have a boyfriend, because my cock is so highly classified that if he found out they’d shoot him!” Asuka punched the floor.
“That’s not fair,” Shinji said.
“Thank you!” Asuka agreed loudly. “That’s what I said! No one cared.”
“That’s just…” Shinji shook his head. “Look, I’ll leave the apartment for a bit, give you some space. I’ll be back in an hour?” He said, starting to stand up.
“Wait! How do you actually…” Asuka stopped, blushing.
“You seemed to understand,” Shinji said uncomfortably, giving up and sitting back down.
“That can’t be all there is to it,” Asuka disagreed.
“What do you want me to do, give a lecture? Or do you want a demonstration?” Shinji asked sarcastically.
Asuka just looked at the floor.
“No, really?” Shinji almost squeeked.
“Please?”
The single word was filled with an ocean of desperation, and despite everything, Shinji felt a moment of keen empathy. He hesitated though. This wasn’t something he could just casually agree to.
“I’ll… I’ll show you my tits?” Asuka half asked, half said.
Shinji groaned. “That’s… that’s not-” He sighed, putting his face in his hands and rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “Here’s my offer,” he said, face still covered. “I’ll give you a demonstration. We’re both naked. You try it out, make sure you get any questions out of the way and are satisfied you can… operate it. And I swear, I don’t care who is bigger, if you make one comment about our relative sizes I will tell Misato and Kaji you want their help.”
Asuka’s eyes widened to dinner plates. “You can’t-”
“Then just don’t,” Shinji said calmly.
“Deal?” He asked.
…
“Fine. Deal,” Asuka agreed.
Shinji finally pulled his head out of his hands. “Now?”
“Yes. I couldn’t participate, but we still had PE today,” Asuka said.
Shinji looked at her questioningly.
“All the guys are running around sweaty, in track shorts, and- you wouldn’t get it.”
“You think you had it bad, the girls were swimming today!” Shinji shouted.
Asuka blinked, and smirked at him. “Oh, I’m not the only one feeling the pressure?”
“Let’s get this over with,” Shinji replied, unbuttoning his shirt.
“You’re just going to-” Asuka spluttered, eyes wide.
Shinji paused, the top half of his shirt open. “I thought that was the point? How do you think we should do it?”
“I’m still a girl, damn it! We’ll both turn around, and when we’re both ready, we can turn around at the same time.”
Shinji didn’t understand the point of the extra steps, but it seemed important to her. “If that makes you feel better, sure?”
Shinji turned around before Asuka could say anything else.
“ What on Earth am I doing?” He wondered, as he unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way. “ And why? Sure, Asuka’s attractive, but she's so… abrasive.” He pulled the shirt off and quickly undid his pants, pulling them down.
“ She didn’t exactly bully me into this… although she didn’t not bully me into it either. Am I actually curious? Can any of this actually even be true?”
He pulled down his underwear. He wasn’t particularly aroused, even though he was about to see Asuka naked. Perhaps because the situation was so strange?
“ If this is an elaborate prank, my life is basically over.” Shinji mused. The thought made him grab the edge of his underwear, and almost had him pull them back up.
For a moment, he saw her face as she begged. “Please?” That couldn’t have been acting, could it?
Decision made, he stood naked, except for his socks, in Asuka’s room.
“Ready.”
“Almost done, just a moment,” Asuka said.
…
“All right. On three?” Asuka asked.
“Right,” Shinji agreed.
“One, two, three!”
They both turned around.
Asuka had a cock. Balls as well.
Shinji couldn’t help but stare. Thankfully, Asuka seemed to be just as intent on his, and didn’t comment. After a few moments, his eyes trailed up her smooth, toned stomach to ogle her small but very pert breasts, pale, with pink nipples standing proudly atop each.
At least, he decided, it wasn’t bigger than his. Well, it was at the moment, because Asuka was, perhaps for the first time ever, quite obviously happy to see him. But he was pretty sure he’d be just as long, and probably a bit thicker.
“Huh.”
Asuka frowned. “That’s all you have to say?”
Shinji winced. “I’m not exactly sure what to say.”
“‘Wow Asuka, you look really pretty’, perhaps?”
Shinji nodded. “You do.”
“Gee, thanks. So much enthusiasm,” Asuka said dryly.
“Can I ask some probably stupid questions?” Shinji asked.
“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Asuka nodded.
“Without getting punched, I mean?”
Asuka snorted. “Fine. I’m probably going to ask something stupid too.”
“I thought you said you had both?”
Asuka closed her eyes and looked away. “Yeah. I suppose you want to see that too?”
That hadn’t at all been why he’d been asked, but Asuka seemed to take his stunned silence as agreement. She reached down, and with a frown, took hold of her scrotum and lifted it up and to the side, revealing the hint of a smooth mound with pink lips. Shinji stared at it silently with wide eyes.
“Really?” Asuka asked.
“Huh?”
Asuka rolled her eyes. “That’s what it took for you?”
Shinji tore his gaze away from Asuka’s pussy long enough to realize he was hard. “Oh. Well, first of all, I think you know by now these have a mind of their own. And secondly, we’ve already agreed you’re really pretty.”
Asuka opened her mouth, frowned, and shut it again. Finally she took a long breath. “Right. Let’s get this started.”
Shinji nodded. “Let’s get comfortable. Lie down on your futon.”
“I won’t be able to see you.”
Shinji paused. “Alright. Give me a second, I need to get a few things anyway.”
Shinji swiftly made his way to his room, walking around naked in Misato’s apartment felt weird, but he shoved it aside, grabbing his own futon, pillow, and a bottle of lotion from his desk before dragging them into Asuka’s room.
Asuka was still standing awkwardly in the center of her room, eyeing him curiously as he began laying out his futon next to hers. He tossed down his pillow. “You’re right handed, right?”
“Yes?”
“Hold it out.”
Asuka’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, but she hesitantly held out her hand.
Shinji brought up the lotion bottle and pumped a healthy shot onto her palm.
“What-”
“It’s that or spit. Or you can wait for enough precome to make it slippery. Trust me, this is the fastest way,” Shinji said dryly.
Asuka looked at her hand in distaste. “I guess it’s better than spit.”
Shinji dropped down to his futon and propped himself up against the wall with his pillow. “Get comfy. At least we both need it, so it shouldn’t be a long process,” he said, pumping a load of lotion into his own hand.
Asuka took longer to arrange herself with only one free hand, but sat opposite Shinji in much the same position.
“It’s not like I trade notes with other guys, so I can only show you how it works for me.”
Shinji closed his fist and rubbed the lotion over his palm and fingers until it was all slick. Maybe if he just pretended he was alone it would be easier. Right. Asuka wasn’t here, it was just him, and he was talking to himself.
“It’s… not complicated.” Shinji said with a shrug. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking. He heard Asuka stifle a noise, and his eyes snapped up from his own cock to look at her.
She hadn’t even touched herself yet, simply staring at him as his fist slid down his cock. Her own erection pressing against her belly, her nipples rock hard. Shinji’s decision to pretend to be alone immediately evaporated.
“Are you going to try?” He asked.
Asuka nodded. “Don’t stop,” she said.
Shinji realized his hand had slowed to a crawl, and he settled on a slow pace, stroking the full length. “I won’t. Go on.”
Asuka bit her lip and slowly closed her hand around her cock. She hissed as it wrapped around the shaft, and her hips jerked up. “Scheisse!”
“You’ve got the idea,” Shinji said with a small grin. Seeing Asuka so lost after all the abuse she’d given him was cathartic, and almost as nice as seeing her naked. “Just keep doing that. Although you may want your hand to do more of the work than your hips, but whatever works for you.”
Asuka didn’t seem to be listening, too caught up in the new feelings as her hand slid slowly back and forth over her cock. Shinji watched her toes curl up and spread wide before she spread both her leg open wide. His eyes widened as he could once more see her pussy now that she was reclined, as Asuka’s fist started smacking against her belly, speeding up.
Suddenly he realized that Asuka’s first time probably wouldn’t last very long at all, and sped up himself, not quite matching Asuka’s frenzied pace. The two teens stared holes at each other, Asuka starting to pant as Shinji let out the occasional soft grunt.
“Are you close?” Shinji asked softly.
“I- I don’t know! It’s so different…” Asuka replied, before letting out a whine.
Shinji licked his lips. He’d never heard Asuka make that kind of sound before, and it seemed to strike him deep in his body. Her arm’s frantic movements, her hips jerking… it was all too much.
With a groan, Shinji felt his load shoot out before a second pulse dribbled over his knuckles.
“Wha- no! I’m not done!” Asuka complained, speeding up even more. “Work, you stupid appendage. I want to cum!”
“Calm down a bit, it’s not going to help if-”
Asuka lunged across the room and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Why won’t it work?”
Shinji was frozen, Asuka’s naked body hardly any distance from his own, her hands touching his own naked flesh.
“I’m so exhausted. Please. I just… I just…” Asuka looked on the verge of tears.
“... Stmalp,” Shinji mumbled.
Asuka blinked. “What?”
Shinji took a deep breath. “Sit in my lap.”
Asuka looked at him curiously.
“You want to get off. I’m not doing it like this. Sit in my lap.”
“You… you can’t put your cock in me,” Asuka said, though it wasn’t with her usual confidence.
“I just came. Sit down.”
Asuka glanced at his limp dick, and bit her lip, before slowly turning around, and settling between Shinji’s legs. She sucked air in through her nose as his hot skin pressed against her back. She watched as his arms curled around her body, and his right hand slid down her stomach. Her heart pounded as his fist found her cock, and curled around it.
“Is this good?” Shinji asked.
“Yes. Please.”
His hand started stroking her, and Asuka could immediately tell the difference in skill. His hand was firm, but much less tight than her own had been, and he used slow, steady, and full strokes, unlike her own, which had been fast and jerky.
“That’s- that’s better,” she admitted.
Shinji let out a soft hum that seemed to resonate through her back and into her chest. “Um…”
“What?” Asuka asked, when it became clear he wouldn’t continue.
“Would it… help if you, you know. Rubbed your pussy too?” Shinji asked.
Asuka watched her hand as it traveled down between their legs and gently slid along her lips. Her head leaned back against Shinji’s shoulder and she hissed as the tips of two fingers slowly slid inside her sex.
“So good,” she muttered.
“Good.” Shinji’s voice so close brought her back to reality, and she turned her head.
Her nose hit his- he was right there, maybe an inch away . His fist hit the base of her cock and her mouth opened.
Shinji blinked, surprised, but leaned forward. Their lips met.
“That wasn’t an invitation! And why is this so good?”
Asuka briefly willed herself to pull back from the kiss, but couldn’t muster the strength. Instead, her tongue found its way inside his mouth. Shinji nearly choked for a moment, but opened wider, letting her in. His left hand slid up her stomach slowly until it found her breast. A solid handful for his still growing hand, the two teens moaned as his palm rubbed against her pert nipple.
Asuka’s moan got louder as her fingers sped up, frantically sliding along the top of her tunnel. Shinji’s strong fingers kept their steady rhythm and firm grip, and her hips jerked, trying to speed up the oncoming orgasm she could sense approaching.
Shinji broke their kiss, and both teens gasped, forcing much needed air into their lungs.
“Are you getting close?”
“I think so, yes. Just a bit more.”
Asuka felt a firm heat pressing between her legs. Shinji’s cock seemed to have found a second wind, and was quickly growing, the crown pressing into her scrotum.
“I told you, you can’t put it in.”
“I’m not trying to put-” Shinji’s sentence was cut off as Asuka pulled his cock against her pussy, their mutual grinding and slickness setting off fireworks for both teens as their genitals slid and rubbed against each other.
“Outside is fine though,” Asuka grunted. Shinji’s perfectly controlled pumping of her dick finally lost cohesion as his grip tightened around her shaft. Asuka’s free hand let go of his ass- when had that happened? - and joined her other hand with rubbing and grinding Shinji’s cock against her mound.
“Outside is amazing-” Shinji replied.
“Fuck yeah,” Asuka agreed. “You going to come again, Third? I’m almost-”
Shinji smashed his lips against her own, and Asuka let out a whimper, her hips jerking several times as her cock sprayed the vast reservoir of cum she had saved up over the last few months all over her chest. Shinji didn’t stop stroking her cock though, and with every pump, another small shot of jizz hit her stomach, until it lost the pressure to fly, and instead dribbled over his knuckles as he milked her.
Asuka was barely conscious as she heard Shinji grunt into her mouth. The warm splashes all over her stomach and breasts had felt like lava against her skin, but now she felt more cover her scrotum and pussy as he pumped his load between her legs.
Somehow, knowing it was his made it erotic. Her own semen was just… mess, something to clean up. But Shinji’s seed was covering her skin and it felt electric.
Slowly, Asuka staggered forward, crawling a few feet until she could stand. Shinji looked up at her naked body and breathed deeply.
Asuka looked down, biting her lip. “... Thanks.”
Shinji nodded. “Do you think you know how to work it now?” He asked.
Asuka paused. Did he really not understand what had just happened? Or was he offering her a way out? Her mind raced through dozens of scenarios, trying to figure out just what was going on in that head, until she remembered one very simple but extremely important fact.
Shinji was a boy.
“Yeah, I think I’ve got the hang of it now,” Asuka nodded.
Shinji tried to hide it, but Asuka noticed a flash of disappointment from her declaration.
Shinji slowly nodded despite his feelings. “You probably need the shower first.”
Asuka looked down at herself and cringed. “Good point. I’ll make sure there’s hot water for you.”
Shinji smiled. “Thanks.”
Asuka walked awkwardly into the bathroom, trying not to move quickly enough to fling jizz onto the floors, and turned the water on with a sigh.
“I wonder what his mouth would feel like?”