i doubt; i fear; i think strange things which i dare not confess to my own soul.

[astrobleme]

[Shinji sets down the cup for one second--one freaking second--and that's long enough for the gelatin-looking starfish to start climbing inside.] Hey, [he says, frowning, pulling the cup away from it.] This isn't for you. This isn't what babies are supposed to drink. [He feels silly trying to reason with a squishy, translucent creature, the equivalent of an infant, but he doesn't know what else he's supposed to do. He also feels a bit guilty, but, well...

Inside the cup, gleaming like liquid ruby, there's about an inch of juice left over.

He exhales hard, settles the cup between his thighs, and looks out towards the lagoon. The water is a shockingly clear blue in the early morning; and beyond it, beyond the coral reef, there's the unmistakable apocalypse of an ocean. The month he has spent on this mostly uninhabited island can't be summarized in words. It's been difficult, to put it lightly, being confronted with a brand-new reality.

The starfish, not to be discouraged, sneaks up to his legs and tries to climb over them. Shinji gently scoops it up and sets it back down a fair distance away, mildly amused, relatively disturbed. The island and its environs are literally crawling with all sorts of Angelic offspring. None of them look remotely human, too. And that's to say nothing of the vast cave farther inland, where the proud parents have stowed away so many eggs. The parents...

He rubs his bare, tanned stomach uneasily. Asuka and Nagisa-kun seem absorbed with parenthood, which has Shinji feeling estranged, like a third wheel on a date. Too much has changed, so it's just...

And the mother is staring at him for some reason. Right now, he can feel Asuka's eyes on him, wherever she is. Unsure of himself and everything else, he digs his toes into the sand, waiting for the sun to come up the rest of the way.]

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He never told you?

[She's surprised enough to stop touching herself, fingers curling over the inside of one soaked thigh. No way. Shinji had always been part of this, at least, from Kaworu's perspective, and she'd gone along with it happily, any bubbled-over resentment fading fast. Without Shinji, none of this would have been possible at all. She wouldn't have changed, wouldn't have mated with Kaworu... the Angels would have been just another extinct species on a dying Earth.]

But... he wants you. I know he does. [She's seen those longing looks, heard the way Shinji says Kaworu's name, like he's trying to breathe a wish into the air. She's not so overcome with breeding instinct that she doesn't notice the attraction. Kaworu clothed might be a bigger distraction for Shinji than Asuka with her bare breasts out in the open, letting her babies suckle.] He's for you, too. [Treacherously, her hand starts to edge back towards her pussy. God, why does Kaworu have to be so shy about this? Why isn't he jumping at the chance, the way he did with her years ago?]

We're all for each other. [More determined, now. Asuka's voice is a combination of wheedling and sweet and a little impatient as she crouches beside Shinji, stroking his long, dark hair. Maybe Kaworu can give him lots of babies of his own. He'd like that. Shinji would be a really good mother.] Come on. Kiss him. Just once.

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[Kaworu's self-control has been next to nonexistent for a while now, but he's done his best to not upset Shinji by getting too close. The last thing he wants to do is to make Shinji any unhappier than he already is... (was?) (has the transformation cured him of sadness?) (could it be that miraculous?) Shinji stayed at the periphery of their lives, only engaging with them some of the time, behaving more like a trapped animal. The fruit juice changed that for the better. He became a little more trusting, a little less despondent. But still...

Shinji looked like he was enjoying himself with Asuka, at least. That has to count for something. With a slow exhale, Kaworu steps closer to Shinji, really studying what's happened to him. Shinji's skin looks so soft and slightly moist, like a newborn starfish. It's sensitive, too, because he moans faintly at the fingers sweeping near his scalp. That sound sends a mote of heat into Kaworu's groin, the precursor to arousal.]

What if Shinji-kun doesn't want me to kiss him? [asks Kaworu, uncharacteristically uncertain.] I don't know that I could forgive myself if he didn't approve of it... [Regardless, he's kneeling down beside Asuka, beside Shinji, leaning his weight on one hand. His other hand lifts up, then pauses, just as uncertain, and finally comes down on the nearest unbelievable curve of Shinji's breast. So soft, as expected. So warm. Almost hot. Kaworu suddenly can't stop himself from leaning in and all the way down, so he can kiss Shinji on the mouth. He resembles the perennial prince in one of those fairy tales from centuries ago.]

Mm, he tastes like you...

[The stimulation somehow adds to the volume of Shinji's lips. Incredible.]

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[Oh, oh. Yes. So much of Asuka has changed over the years. Maybe she's not cured of her own sadness, but she has a purpose beyond her wildest dreams, beyond what Lilin could have offered her. That's enough to put all but her most dismal miseries far behind her, past the red horizon. In time, it'll be the same for Shinji. In time, he'll recognize that they'll make the world over, the three of them, make it something whole and beautiful once more.]

[She can't slake her desire just with masturbation, but she tries as she watches Kaworu kiss him. Already, she's imagining Kaworu fucking him, right here. Just lifting up his legs and going for it. Poor Kaworu. He's had her so long, but he's wanted Shinji, too. That doesn't make her jealous the way it would have years ago. It's okay. More than okay, it's necessary. It's good. As natural and praiseworthy as feeding her babies. Sensual, too. They've birthed him and they'll breed with him. Asuka grunts as she moves her hand against her pussy, hips rocking, eyes wholly intent on the scene. Prince Charming couldn't have done better.]

He should taste like you, too. He... he couldn't get enough of the juice. I said you'd added something special. [She smiles, running a finger against Shinji's swollen lips once Kaworu's withdrawn, murmuring softly.] Give him another taste once he wakes up.

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[The subtle and slippery sounds of Asuka's fingers meeting with her pussy is, in a word, galvanizing. Kaworu feels his resolve weakening, crumbling away, and he leans in as soon as he can for a much deeper kiss. Still unconscious, Shinji is responsive in his own way: the shift of his long, shapely legs; a moan that's more like a sigh; his fingers curling into the sand. Kaworu pulls back with a heartfelt laugh, almost drunk with joy.]

It wasn't my intention to deceive him with that... [He runs one hand down Shinji's chest, over his stomach, all the way to the base of his newly prominent cock.] As long as he's safe, as long as he's happy, that is the only thing that matters to me. I thought the juice would be the most effective panacea. [He didn't expect Shinji's swift addiction, but he's glad for it all the same. Now that Shinji is more or less immortal, they can stay with one another forever--forever and ever.

Shinji's eyelashes flutter when Kaworu gives his dick a welcoming squeeze. Not enough for him to awaken, but he'll get there soon enough, it seems. Even though Kaworu wants to wait for him to wake up, it's just...

Kaworu inhales deeply. Yeah. That's all the confirmation he needs.]

I want to put my cock inside him, [is Kaworu's murmur of a confession.] I can smell him. I can smell how he's changed... He's become so fertile, Asuka. If I put my cock inside him right now, he would come to bear my children. I'm certain of that much. [His eyes--crimson, illuminated from within--flicker up to her for validation or permission or something like it.]

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[Poor Kaworu, always so concerned. She hadn't been worried about any moral implications of deceiving Shinji, withholding the ingredients of the passion fruit juice. Asuka hasn't worried about any moral implications since NERV first put her in the tank years ago. It's just like when Kaworu had to convince Dr. Lorenz. A necessary step. A needful thing. Besides, Shinji's conversion as it is has been so much more peaceful than her own was. They've done well by him.]

Mmm... [So fertile, Kaworu says. So far, that's the only thing that's made Asuka jealous. She knows she isn't pregnant with Shinji's babies, and yet Kaworu's sure he can impregnate him. She doesn't doubt him, either, and doesn't concern herself with the mechanisms behind it. But they've got time. Shinji's got time to fill her up. It's going to be amazing, helping Shinji through, watching his belly round out, rubbing his feet, pampering him, fucking him. Asuka could probably still calculate how much adding him has improved the speed of their repopulation, but numbers lost interest with the span of eternity.]

Then do it. [Her voice is warm. She won't deprive him. She never could deprive Kaworu of anything.] He's always been yours. [But she's not so magnanimous she'll content herself with masturbating to the scene, appealing as it is. She shifts, reaching for one of Shinji's arms, murmuring as she strokes a finger down the small streaks of scales there, touching then his longer, sharper fingernails, like the claws of a predator. She turns his hand over to his palm, holding it by her pussy as she rubs herself against it, getting herself off with his hand. It's a generous move on her part, letting Kaworu have the rest of him. It's also calculated, of course-- all and all, as her breaths get heavier, this spot is providing the best view possible.]

I can't wait. I want to see it all.

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[Asuka's encouragement is its own species of seduction, melting away concerns and what-ifs and maybes. Ever since her skin peeled away, ever since her glorious rebirth, she has been unapologetic about what she wants and won't stop fighting until she has it. So, she wants to see Kaworu put his cock inside Shinji, and Kaworu knows there's no point to further resistance. This is pretty much what they were working towards all along, after all...

Shinji has gotten so wide in the hips that it's actually kind of difficult to grasp him by one. Plenty of room, Kaworu thinks, spreading apart Shinji's legs and repositioning them higher. The little ones should appreciate that. Aside from a faint tremor in his thighs, Shinji is malleable, pliable, like a living and life-sized doll. He's very warm, too. Filled with heat from his newly forged core, imbued with infinity. Kaworu nudges closer, making sure they're aligned, and then he casts one more look at Asuka--

Oh, the way she's using Shinji's hand to stimulate herself is so ingenious.]

I'm doing it. You don't have to wait because I'm doing it right now.

[Shinji awakens--if it can even be called that--it's more like sliding out of a deep, dense fog--to a sensation he can only describe as amazing. He feels full, weirdly full, stretched from the inside out, but it's electrifying for his nerves. Given his muddled mind, it's pure instinct that drives him to roll his hips and push back against whatever-it-is that's filling him up, bringing him closer to completion.

He blearily opens his eyes and watches as Kaworu leans into view somewhere above him. He doesn't get a chance to ask what's going on before his entire body goes taut, a seizure brought on by pleasure, too much too soon. His fingers flail against--something different--it's soft, and it's wet. Then his fingers curl inward against Asuka's--oh god, Asuka--her pussy--it's really wet--but within seconds his bewildered thoughts recede into contentment.]

I think he likes it, [Kaworu says, smiling brazenly.]

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You think? [In front of him, Asuka's pushing herself towards a heated orgasm. Shinji's curling fingers against her pussy are just the surprise she needs to come with a low groan. He's soaked up to his forearm with her slick, clear juices.]

[It's all even better than she'd imagined it. Kaworu looks so perfect fucking Shinji. It's like watching a sacred, ancient ritual, a priest to a goddess. No jealousy, no greed, and every reflexive push of Shinji's hips is like a parishioner's needy refrain. The whole scene is hypnotizing enough she thinks she could watch for days without demanding too much more participation than his hand stroking her cunt.]

I told you. [She laughs softly, high and girlish. How many babies will Kaworu give him? How many, for his first litter? Asuka moves Shinji's fingers gracelessly, pushing his index finger right inside her, the elongated nail no trouble at all.] You like it, Shinji?