Angel of Man

Chapter VIII

What the Fuck?

Rei awoke to a warm sensation surrounding her body. Slowly opening her sleep filled eyes to the dark half-light of the morning; she raised the covers of her bed and looked down at the sleeping boy hugging her stomach, his head resting just under her breasts. He looked so content, so happy, so at peace with a small gentle smile on his face that Rei was unsure whether she should move or not, fearing that she might accidentally awaken the boy. As she lay there, contemplating what to do, her thoughts drifted back to how the boy had come to be lying next to her.

To say that she was surprised when the commander had allowed the boy to walk free from the NERV facility would be an understatement at best, but when she had been informed that the commander had arranged for the boy to live in the apartment next to hers she feared that something had messed with his head. Why would Commander Ikari do something so out of character as to allow a boy as…interesting, as this one to go free and, apparently, without explainable reason.

She tried to remember if something had happened in the interrogation room which would prompt him to do such a thing; however, as had happened every other time she had tried to figure out this situation, she could think of nothing that would explain his actions. Perhaps the boy had done something after she had blacked out; maybe he had woken up and somehow threatened the commander or black mailed him with information about himself or the S2 Organ.

However, such probabilities seemed weak at best, Rei knew the weapon the commander had used on the boy and the idea that he had awoken, even if he was an Angel, was highly unlikely. Then what was it? What had happened to the commander that had caused him to allow the boy to live in Tokyo-3 without restriction? Sighing heavily she realized that her thoughts were pointless, for the past two weeks she had been trying to figure out this situation to no avail.

The only way she would figure anything out would be to ask the commander himself and he had been missing since he had arranged the boys living quarters, supposedly he was on important work in America concerning the transfer of newest EVA, Unit-04. As she lay there she felt the boy snuggle into her naked body even more, a light sigh and grumble accompanying the action. Looking down again she smiled to herself, she didn’t really mind this to be honest; the boy sleeping and, for all intents and purposes, living with her.

She wasn’t even sure if he had actually spent more than an hour in his own apartment since he moved in, preferring to stay with her most of the time, asides from when he would occasionally disappear, presumably to look around the city. She had actually been amazed at how much the boy knew, considering he acted like a child and had still to say a single word. Despite this he could cook, clean and even managed to treat some of the more painful injuries she had sustained from the commanders…punishment.

If it wasn’t for him she would likely still be using crutches and her arm would be in that horrible sling. The first day he had moved in he had visited her and did something which, for the most part, healed her arm and leg. She wasn’t sure what he had done but when he did it his necklace glowed and his eyes had clouded over, like he had become blind. All he seemed to do was place a hand on her arm and the other on her leg, but moments later they had healed along with most of her bumps and bruises.

They still hurt and she doubted they would ever regain all their feeling, but she could walk and write which were the most important things. As she was about to move, intending to take a quick shower then return to bed, considering it was the weekend, the boy did something which completely took her by surprise. As she had made to move he lightly tightened his grip around her waist and spoke.

“Mine.” He grumbled to himself as he snuggled into her even more, his head pressing firmly against the underside of her breast.

Rei froze; he had spoken, he could speak, he wasn’t mute after all. As she looked down at him, her eyes slightly widened in surprise even more she felt something pressing hard against her left leg, which was gripped between his thighs. She was unsure what it was at first, her mind still reeling from the discovery of his voice, but as she lay there and the thing seemed to get harder and larger as she slowly moved around to get more comfortable, she finally realised what it was.

She supposed that it was only natural, in a way, after all he was sleeping naked in the same bed as a naked girl, so something had to have happened eventually. It was only that she had never really considered it a realistic possibility; he seemed so childish, too childish to have thoughts which would elicit such a response from him, that and she never considered herself to be attractive enough to cause such a reaction. However, as she lay there she felt him lick the skin just below her left breast as well as beginning to slowly grind his erection into her leg.

She lay there, completely frozen as he continued his motions, his actions slowly awakening feelings in her body she had never felt, something which seemed to happen a lot around this boy. His wet tongue continued to lick the underside of her breast and he gently bit her, lightly sucking and licking the area immediately afterwards. She moaned despite herself, she shouldn’t be letting him do this; she should be stopping him, trying to wake him up. But it felt too good and she wanted to feel more.

His still hardening erection pressed itself firmly into her inner thigh as his hips continued their slow grinding motion and she couldn’t stop herself from pressing her leg into him, unconsciously encouraging his actions. He seemed to purr at her actions and redoubled his efforts in relation to his ministrations on her breast. His head slowly moved up towards the cusp of her bosom, where her nipple stood erect, excited from the sharp contrast of his warm and wet tongue his breathe and the cold air of the room.

He continued to grind into her leg as she began to lightly pant, feeling his mouth millimetres away from her painfully hard nipple and she pressed her chest forwards, trying to get him to continue his actions. His tongue flicked the tip of her nipple and she groaned, pressing it into his mouth. He began to suckle it like a baby breastfeeding and as he suckled he continued to lick it and also pressed is erection harder into her leg so she could feel its full firm length, he felt rather large.

As he continued to suck on her nipple she felt a dampness form between her legs and a pressure slowly began to form in the same region. She was confused; she had never felt this before, was she meant to enjoy this as much as she was; they were only children this shouldn’t be happening. Then he moved; slowly licking and nibbling a trail of pleasure down from her breast.

He licked a painfully slow track down the centre line of her body as she rolled onto her back to give him a better angle to continue what he was doing. When he finally reached her naval he gripped the flesh above were her womb would have been and pulled slightly. Letting out a moan as he released it and continued to lick his way lower her hips pressing forwards of their own accord, encouraging his attention.

He slowly made his way lower as her eyes closed at the sensations she was feeling, this was too good, she wanted more. She could feel his breath pass over the small patch of blue pubic hair then he licked her again, along the slight depression where her leg met her abdomen. The gentle roughness of his tongue and the warmth of his breath condensing against her flesh caused goose bumps to serge across her body and she let out a moaning sigh.

He repeated the action a few times, always licking from the inside of her thigh to the tip of her hip, before he froze, his tongue licking the light bulge where her bone pressed against her skin. Then, placing butterfly kisses as he did so, he inched his way back down, towards the source of an almost painful pressure in her lower regions, were she had become even wetter from his actions.

Then she gasped, quickly followed by a long and drawn out groaning moan, as he licked her most private region. Slowly, tentatively, as though he was, even in his dreams, unsure if he should proceed. Then she thought she heard him sniff her sex and most defiantly heard a gentle growl as he redoubled his efforts, licking and on occasion kissing her, which only made the pressure build to an almost unbearable level, then his tongue pushed its way passed her lower lips and entered her.

Her hands violently gripped the bed sheets either side of her and her hips bucked, jolting against the boys face. In response his arms came round and grabbed her hips, forcing them back to the bed top, allowing him to probe deeper into her warm depths. As Rei tried to moan, but only a weak breathless squeak escaping her lips, the boys tongue pulled out of her and, whether on purpose or by accident, he licked a small nub and the top of her entrance.

Instantly a flood of pleasure crashed through her the likes of which caused all the other sensations she had felt so far to pale in comparison. Her hands jumped to the boys shaggy brown hair and she gripped tight, making sure that he didn’t move away, but he did just the opposite. He dug deep, burying his face into her nether regions, his tongue re-entering her pushing deeper than it had before.

But then, though her clouded and pleasure drowned mind, she thought she felt something she shouldn’t have. There was a feeling on the outsides of her legs; it was not a bad feeling on the contrary it was soft and velvety, like silk sheets. She would have thought that it was her own sheets if she hadnt known that her sheets were cotton and nowhere near as soft as what she was feeling now. As the pressure inside her built to near braking point she opened her eyes a crack, just to see what the smooth, soft things touching her were.

What she saw made her freeze, which quickly changed as at that moment the boy licked the roof of her pussy, grazing the tip of his tongue over a patch of skin which shot another intensely strong wave of pleasure through her. As she arched her back and her hands gripped into her sheets even harder, her mind was filled with the image she had just seen. Wings; giant, black, shinny, silky wings had grown on the boys back. They were far large than the boy and arched from his back to fall over her legs and down the side of the bed, the outside edges of the things lying mostly flat on the floor.

His hair had darkened, looking more black than brown and identical to the feathers of his wings. Her thoughts were shot dead as the pressure building inside her suddenly exploded as the boy re-licked and lightly sucked on that same little nub he had before. Her body spasm violently, her already hot and sweating body seemed to double in heat and she arched her back even more forcing her oversensitive nipples towards the ceiling. Her hips were firmly held in place by the boy who was now avidly lapping up the flood of fluids now rushing out of her.

Moments passed; it hurt, she hurt, her body was loudly protesting the position she had contorted herself into. She tried and failed to breathe or scream; her mouth simply held open, following the motions, and a weak whining sound escaping her throat. But it felt too damn good! As the waves of pleasure slowed in intensity she weakly fell back onto the twisted sheets and simply panted allowing the after wave of her orgasm to die out.

As she lay there she felt the boy move, raising himself up as his wings brushed the outsides of her legs. She felt the drops in the mattress as he moved up her body, the velvety black feathers caressing her arms as he did so. Then, as she felt the mattress drop either side of her head and the inside curve of his wings cup her shoulders, she opened her eyes to look into his glowing ice blue eyes, now level with her own.

He looked older, though he had not physically changed, save for the wings, there was something hidden in the depths of his near white eyes. Rei simply stared into them, trying to discern what it was she saw there. It was a shadowy thing, flittering at the edges and rooted in the core of his pupils, there was…age, is the only way she could describe it.

It was not the age seen in the eyes of the elderly or in the depths of the eyes of someone learned in the ways of the world and its mysteries. No, this was older still an age beyond anything she had seen before or would see anywhere else in the world. These eyes, the eyes of an apparently 15 year old boy, looked and seemed like they had seen a thousand years and more of the world. They pierced through her and even if she was clothed she would have felt naked and exposed before them; all that she was, her mind, her body and her soul felt like open books to those eyes.

He simply smiled down at her, a gentle thing, a kind thing and it filled her with an unexplainable happiness to see it upon his face. It was not like the other smiles she had seen there, for she had seen many whenever he looked at her, this one was different. She felt, somewhere deep inside her, that this smile was meant for her and only her. She looked at him awkwardly, her head tilted slightly to the side, and tried to understand what she was feeling from that smile. However, before she was allowed to figure out this latest quandary he began to lean forwards, the arches of his wings moving together slowly blackening the view behind him.

Just as the wings encased them in a cocoon of warm, shimmering, feathery darkness the boy leaned closer, his lips ghosting over hers. They lingered there only for a moment and in that moment Rei found herself wishing for him to lean a millimetre closer, but he didn’t. Instead his head moved to the side and slowly slid down the curve of her cheek, his lips close enough to barely brush her skin but never actually touching her.

Then, as his lips licked the shell of her left ear, she heard him speak again. He did not speak in any language she could understand and it was so quiet that she could barely hear them. It was like a meandering wind blowing by her ear, the sound of it only a shadow of the words he spoke. Despite this what he was saying hit her like a tonne of bricks; his words whatever they might have been, flooded into her mind and summoned forth images of her life, many memories she knew and others she had long since forgotten.

Her life flash before her eyes everything she had ever experience, everyone she had ever met, everywhere she had ever been relived itself in her minds eye. Though she knew these thoughts and knew they were just that, thoughts, she felt like she was there in the flesh physically reliving the memories of a childhood she had never remembered until now. The strangest thing was what she felt, as she looked on watching memory after memory of her life speed past her, she was hit with wave after wave of emotions she had long since suppressed, unneeded for the task she had been created for.

It was like all her boundaries, all her carefully created walls of protection against the threat of emotions crumbled before the gentle windy voice of the boy still whispering into her ear. As her thoughts rushed into the more recent events concerning the Angels and the subsequent battles his voice changed; picking up in speed and pitch it soon became a tinny whine. However, instead of becoming irritating or annoying the sound seemed to paralyze her to where she lay and as his voice rose to a near intelligible level, and images of the Second and Third Child shot through her mind, the whining turned into a shriek of such a pitch as Rei had never known existed.

Emotion, pure emotion, crashed through every fibber and every sinew of her body. She felt everything she had every suppressed, every sad memory she should have cried for, every time she should have felt happy or joyous for herself or others, everything she had ever tried to hide from or run away from finally caught up to her and ran her over with as much force and subtlety a burning train crash. As tears poured unrestrained from her eyes the faces of Shinji and Pilot Soryu floated to the surface of her drained and incoherent mind.

And as she lay there; panting and crying, her body weak and numb impossible to move, with the images of her two fellow pilots floating at the forefront of her mind she realized something, she loved them. Those two who were so at odds with, not only each other but also, herself, she cared for them more than any two people she had ever met in her short life, she truly and utterly loved those two people and she promised herself, laying there with the winged boy still propped above her, that she would try to know them better and that if anything bad happened to them she would be there to stop it.

As he repositioned himself, so that he was face to face with her again, the boy…no Angel smiled down at her with that same loving smile. And, leaning forwards towards Rei’s tear streaked face, he place his forehead to hers. Her eyes widened as she heard a voice speak into her mind from nowhere and everywhere, in a gentle and loving voice it spoke and what it said surprised her even more than the wings or sex.

“As long as you have lived you have been dead, blinded and deafened to the world around you. I have shown you the truth of life, I have let you feel; truly feel, every emotion you every tried to suppress every bad thought or loving memory I have reawaken inside you. It was already happening thanks to your friends…”

And as he said that the faces of Shinji and Asuka flashed before her mind once more.

“…yes, your fellow pilots. They are good people, all of you are and none of you deserve the fates which await you. Stay close to them; your friends, stay close to them and protect them as they will protect you, before the end you will all see that you need each other. But my time is nearly gone, there is something you must know Rei Ayanami; I am an Angel my name is…”

But before his voice could finish there was a blinding glowing light coming from the boys’ chest and as it vanished he returned to normal; wingless and naked a boy of 15 lying atop the naked body of a 15 year old girl, with tears of joy and sadness running down her puffy cheeks who simply stared at the blank and dull ceiling of her shabby grey apartment.

And as she lay there, the weight of the boy slowly registering with her foggy mind, three simply words rose to the surface of her mind regarding what had just happened to her on the now sunny Saturday morning. Three simply words which had been used countless times before, but never by her, and as she lay there these three words escaped her lips for what was to be the first of many times.

“What the fuck?”