(Fic) Mission Nerves: One-shot, GenIru
Okay, a PWP dream that I *had* to write... and it's my first time doing it like this too!
Title: Mission Nerves
Author: Drelfina
Status: COMPLETE
Rating: NC-17 (maybe? I'm not too sure...)
Genre: PWP
Characters: Genma/Iruka
Mission Nerves
It was dark and they were almost running blind, the shadows flitting past in formless, shapeless dark-on-dark silhouettes, and there was nothing to hear except their breaths, their heartbeats.
Hurry up, said the glance that the jounin cast back to him, running two paces ahead, only keeping back because the jounin knew he was trying to keep up, trying to run as fast as he could despite the limp, trying to breathe silently despite the raw rattle in his throat from a jutsu that had more than winded him.
Iruka suspected that something was off with his lungs.
There was a crackle, and a hard, almost inaudible vibration from the ground, shaking the trees around them, and the jounin ahead smiled grimly, suddenly switching direction mid-stride, forcing Iruka to dive to follow, following him into the pre-staked hideout.
Iruka all but landed on the jounin, stifling his own sharp exhalation of air.
“Shh,” the jounin said, when his hands on Iruka’s bare arms made him nearly shriek in surprise. Just checking for injuries, traced long fingers, along the sensitive inner skin of Iruka’s elbow, and he hissed as the fingertips prodded into something Iruka was hoping was just a bad bruise, not a broken bone, even though his fingers hurt to move. He could still form seals if he had to.
“We’re still too close,” Iruka managed, hissing into the jounin’s ear, having to shift to straddle his lap in the small, tight dark space. “We should move.”
“Shh,” his companion hushed him again, tugging him closer, tense and silent the way Iruka had to struggle to be. Pursuit. Too close. Can’t risk leaving cover. A beat. Can’t trace?
Iruka exhaled, struggled to move his left fingers. His right fingers felt immobile. Right hand compromised, he traced reluctantly.
The jounin was silent, dark eyes shadowed and unreadable in the darkness.
Then he was suddenly moving, large hand cupping the back of Iruka’s head, pulling him down for a hard, hard kiss, swallowing Iruka’s yelp of surprise.
Sorry, those fingers said unapologetically. Mission nerves.
Oh cool, Iruka thought, dazedly, through vague pain, through the adrenaline rush, the fear that they might be *caught* any time. I’ve got an adrenaline junkie for a partner.
But it didn’t mean he himself wasn’t reacting to the fight-or-flight bodily reaction, and his partner was offering his body a viable outlet, as stupid as it was.
He shifted, and his hips were grinding down, just a little, into the other’s lap, and the man groaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he said against his lips, words a bare puff of air. “You’re so hot, Iruka.”
Thought we weren’t supposed to know names, Iruka thought, but then, he was distinctive, while the jounin, code-named Serpent for this mission and his poisoning expertise, looked generic, long hair only a shade lighter than the shadows, dark eyes, expressive mouth set thin and flat in the tiny, cramped space around them. He was vaguely familiar, and that only meant Iruka might have seen him sometime from across the mission desk.
And the mouth moved, across Iruka’s face, his hands tracing shh shh quiet, but the jounin’s mouth was hot, wet, and making Iruka’s skin tingle and burn where it touched, searing, making him pant, all but gasping, only his iron will and his biting down on his cheek preventing him from making too much noise.
Then there was tongue in his ear, wet and hot breath making him shiver, and the hands shifted, one to steady his back, pulling him closer, so his good hand could curl and tangle into the jounin’s hair, and his injured arm could wrap around the man’s shoulders, steadying himself. The jounin’s other hand, though, muffled Iruka’s cries by the simple expediency of shoving fingers in between his teeth.
Iruka shook, shivered, and ground down hard. Serpent was hard, whispering in his ear, hot, hot, so fucking hot, quiet, fast and good…
And it was. The hand on his back was clawing at his shirt as Iruka’s hands slid down the jounin’s vest, yanking at the zipper, pushing at the black shirt underneath. Serpent had no trouble being quiet, hissing dirty words in Iruka’s ear, while his hands were doing clever, horrible things to his tongue, to his back, sliding over scars and digging in. Iruka was determined that he wasn’t going to be the only one struggling to keep quiet.
He got his left hand up the jounin’s shirt, scooting over sculpted abs, ignoring scars to thumb at a nipple, at the same time biting and tonguing the fingers in his mouth.
Serpent groaned. “Gods, Thought I was the only one with an oral fixation…”
Iruka grinned briefly, but the jounin yanked his fingers out and kissed him again, biting at his lips, all but tearing hungrily, and those wet fingers slid down Iruka’s back, down the waist band of his pants.
Shh, he traced smugly, as Iruka hissed and thrashed, writhing in his lap, rubbing him hot and hard against the chuunin’s groin. Quiet.
Tell me to be quiet when you stick fingers down my ASS, Iruka thought, but the thought fled when the fingers teased, and the jounin’s tongue did clever, clever things to Iruka’s mouth, trying to suck everything out.
It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t soft. It was hard, fast and painful, fingers pressing hard, and hands tearing at the minimal amount of clothing to get skin-to-skin so that friction was gritty, hot and rushed.
The worst part was when the jounin stopped, two fingers in Iruka’s ass, other hand tight on Iruka’s hip.
“Pursuit,” he said against Iruka’s ear.
Iruka froze, listening. One. Two. No, three… three chuunin and another jounin, a team, scouting the area. Iruka automatically dampened his chakra signature, blurring it to fit the vegetation around him, while his colleague did the same.
Harsh breathing in his ear. Blood pounding. He could feel the jounin’s heart beating a rapid staccato against his chest.
Still. Quiet.
And the chakra-signatures of their pursuers moved stealthily across. Nearing. Near. Near…
Iruka held his breath, nerves keyed up.
And the bloody IDIOT moved his FINGERS.
Deep, and in, and stroked across his prostate and made Iruka gasp.
“Shh,” the man said again, licking across his ear like liquid fire, and Iruka wanted to bite him.
They were having mission-sex while hiding out, and their pursuers were not two metres away and his so-called superior was moving his damned FINGERS.
And he was TELLING him to shush?!
But he couldn’t be indignant, because those fingers were sly, knowing, and so bloody insistent, and Iruka had to curl over him, stuffing his fist into his mouth, muffling his whimpers.
His body found it thrilling, shuddering at the danger, reacting, hips shuddering and thrusting forward, against another hard body.
Gonna make you come, said the fingers on his hips, even as that wickedly devious mouth tongued Shh shh in his ear, making him writhe and pant behind his fist.
His body thrashed its way to the edge, clawing despite and because of the pain shooting up his arm, leaving white-red marks up scarred skin, and he was still so aware of their pursuers searching, searching, circling like vultures.
And his body just clung to the other in front of him, grinding and rubbing, and somehow his pants was undone, shoved down just enough, to feel hot and hard at the crease of his thighs, and his shriek behind his fist came out as strangled panting, hair sticking to his temples, his face, the other man’s breath harsh and hot against him.
It was a miracle that their searchers passed them over, when the tiny hot space smelled of them both, of blood and musk and heavy smugness, so Iruka bit the other man hard on the lips, drawing blood and a curse to go with his smirk.
~ “ ~ “ ~
They ran back at a slower pace - the search pattern had covered their hiding place twice, and they wouldn’t be coming back again to check twice-checked ground.
Iruka was pleased with it, because it gave him a rest, but the lazy-eyed smirk the jounin gave him made him grit his teeth and want to kill the man.
He hadn’t made the man want to scream, damn him.
So he pushed himself and waved off rests, and they made it back to Konoha within the estimated time, despite the nearly eight hours they’d been delayed, still and tangled with each other in their hideout, breathing musk and cooling adrenaline.
They were at the gate of Konoha when the jounin undid his hitai-ate, and re-tied it back to front, the fabric pulled over his dark-brown hair and knotted at his forehead. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid a senbon out of his pocket, and stuck it in his mouth, obviously tonguing the sharp point.
His smirk widened as Iruka’s face reddened and Iruka had to turn to cough, annoyed.
“’m not the only one with an oral fixation,” he said, smirking. “I’ll see you around, Iruka-sensei.”
And he ducked in with a smug smirk, close to Iruka’s ear. “Can show you a better time than mission-nerves - then you can scream my *name*.”
Then the jounin was a mere shadow slipping past the guards, leaving Iruka stuck with reporting the mission a success, and writing the mission report.
And he didn’t even know the bastard’s name.
Righto... My first PWP without any REAL plot whatsoever. Constructive reviews and criticism is hugely appreciated, especially on the pacing, and language style. I thought it was rather jerky and didn't flow quite properly. Also, if anyone thinks Genma's code-name is too silly, I'm taking ideas. Also, how many people think it's a bit of a reach for Iruka not to know Genma's name? I'm just wondering, and trying to wonder whether I should try and rewrite it...
As vaguely connected enquiry - does anyone have some good stories with sex-scenes they can recommend? Like, hard, gritty, fast type of thing? It doesn't matter if it's a long fic, or one-shots or eventually becomes romance or whatever, I just want to read more of the sex-scenes to try and see if I can get into a better style. Naruto fics, best including Iruka (or Kotetsu, Izumo, Genma, Raidou, etc) or GWing fics, preferably with Wufei.
Title: Mission Nerves
Author: Drelfina
Status: COMPLETE
Rating: NC-17 (maybe? I'm not too sure...)
Genre: PWP
Characters: Genma/Iruka
Mission Nerves
It was dark and they were almost running blind, the shadows flitting past in formless, shapeless dark-on-dark silhouettes, and there was nothing to hear except their breaths, their heartbeats.
Hurry up, said the glance that the jounin cast back to him, running two paces ahead, only keeping back because the jounin knew he was trying to keep up, trying to run as fast as he could despite the limp, trying to breathe silently despite the raw rattle in his throat from a jutsu that had more than winded him.
Iruka suspected that something was off with his lungs.
There was a crackle, and a hard, almost inaudible vibration from the ground, shaking the trees around them, and the jounin ahead smiled grimly, suddenly switching direction mid-stride, forcing Iruka to dive to follow, following him into the pre-staked hideout.
Iruka all but landed on the jounin, stifling his own sharp exhalation of air.
“Shh,” the jounin said, when his hands on Iruka’s bare arms made him nearly shriek in surprise. Just checking for injuries, traced long fingers, along the sensitive inner skin of Iruka’s elbow, and he hissed as the fingertips prodded into something Iruka was hoping was just a bad bruise, not a broken bone, even though his fingers hurt to move. He could still form seals if he had to.
“We’re still too close,” Iruka managed, hissing into the jounin’s ear, having to shift to straddle his lap in the small, tight dark space. “We should move.”
“Shh,” his companion hushed him again, tugging him closer, tense and silent the way Iruka had to struggle to be. Pursuit. Too close. Can’t risk leaving cover. A beat. Can’t trace?
Iruka exhaled, struggled to move his left fingers. His right fingers felt immobile. Right hand compromised, he traced reluctantly.
The jounin was silent, dark eyes shadowed and unreadable in the darkness.
Then he was suddenly moving, large hand cupping the back of Iruka’s head, pulling him down for a hard, hard kiss, swallowing Iruka’s yelp of surprise.
Sorry, those fingers said unapologetically. Mission nerves.
Oh cool, Iruka thought, dazedly, through vague pain, through the adrenaline rush, the fear that they might be *caught* any time. I’ve got an adrenaline junkie for a partner.
But it didn’t mean he himself wasn’t reacting to the fight-or-flight bodily reaction, and his partner was offering his body a viable outlet, as stupid as it was.
He shifted, and his hips were grinding down, just a little, into the other’s lap, and the man groaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he said against his lips, words a bare puff of air. “You’re so hot, Iruka.”
Thought we weren’t supposed to know names, Iruka thought, but then, he was distinctive, while the jounin, code-named Serpent for this mission and his poisoning expertise, looked generic, long hair only a shade lighter than the shadows, dark eyes, expressive mouth set thin and flat in the tiny, cramped space around them. He was vaguely familiar, and that only meant Iruka might have seen him sometime from across the mission desk.
And the mouth moved, across Iruka’s face, his hands tracing shh shh quiet, but the jounin’s mouth was hot, wet, and making Iruka’s skin tingle and burn where it touched, searing, making him pant, all but gasping, only his iron will and his biting down on his cheek preventing him from making too much noise.
Then there was tongue in his ear, wet and hot breath making him shiver, and the hands shifted, one to steady his back, pulling him closer, so his good hand could curl and tangle into the jounin’s hair, and his injured arm could wrap around the man’s shoulders, steadying himself. The jounin’s other hand, though, muffled Iruka’s cries by the simple expediency of shoving fingers in between his teeth.
Iruka shook, shivered, and ground down hard. Serpent was hard, whispering in his ear, hot, hot, so fucking hot, quiet, fast and good…
And it was. The hand on his back was clawing at his shirt as Iruka’s hands slid down the jounin’s vest, yanking at the zipper, pushing at the black shirt underneath. Serpent had no trouble being quiet, hissing dirty words in Iruka’s ear, while his hands were doing clever, horrible things to his tongue, to his back, sliding over scars and digging in. Iruka was determined that he wasn’t going to be the only one struggling to keep quiet.
He got his left hand up the jounin’s shirt, scooting over sculpted abs, ignoring scars to thumb at a nipple, at the same time biting and tonguing the fingers in his mouth.
Serpent groaned. “Gods, Thought I was the only one with an oral fixation…”
Iruka grinned briefly, but the jounin yanked his fingers out and kissed him again, biting at his lips, all but tearing hungrily, and those wet fingers slid down Iruka’s back, down the waist band of his pants.
Shh, he traced smugly, as Iruka hissed and thrashed, writhing in his lap, rubbing him hot and hard against the chuunin’s groin. Quiet.
Tell me to be quiet when you stick fingers down my ASS, Iruka thought, but the thought fled when the fingers teased, and the jounin’s tongue did clever, clever things to Iruka’s mouth, trying to suck everything out.
It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t soft. It was hard, fast and painful, fingers pressing hard, and hands tearing at the minimal amount of clothing to get skin-to-skin so that friction was gritty, hot and rushed.
The worst part was when the jounin stopped, two fingers in Iruka’s ass, other hand tight on Iruka’s hip.
“Pursuit,” he said against Iruka’s ear.
Iruka froze, listening. One. Two. No, three… three chuunin and another jounin, a team, scouting the area. Iruka automatically dampened his chakra signature, blurring it to fit the vegetation around him, while his colleague did the same.
Harsh breathing in his ear. Blood pounding. He could feel the jounin’s heart beating a rapid staccato against his chest.
Still. Quiet.
And the chakra-signatures of their pursuers moved stealthily across. Nearing. Near. Near…
Iruka held his breath, nerves keyed up.
And the bloody IDIOT moved his FINGERS.
Deep, and in, and stroked across his prostate and made Iruka gasp.
“Shh,” the man said again, licking across his ear like liquid fire, and Iruka wanted to bite him.
They were having mission-sex while hiding out, and their pursuers were not two metres away and his so-called superior was moving his damned FINGERS.
And he was TELLING him to shush?!
But he couldn’t be indignant, because those fingers were sly, knowing, and so bloody insistent, and Iruka had to curl over him, stuffing his fist into his mouth, muffling his whimpers.
His body found it thrilling, shuddering at the danger, reacting, hips shuddering and thrusting forward, against another hard body.
Gonna make you come, said the fingers on his hips, even as that wickedly devious mouth tongued Shh shh in his ear, making him writhe and pant behind his fist.
His body thrashed its way to the edge, clawing despite and because of the pain shooting up his arm, leaving white-red marks up scarred skin, and he was still so aware of their pursuers searching, searching, circling like vultures.
And his body just clung to the other in front of him, grinding and rubbing, and somehow his pants was undone, shoved down just enough, to feel hot and hard at the crease of his thighs, and his shriek behind his fist came out as strangled panting, hair sticking to his temples, his face, the other man’s breath harsh and hot against him.
It was a miracle that their searchers passed them over, when the tiny hot space smelled of them both, of blood and musk and heavy smugness, so Iruka bit the other man hard on the lips, drawing blood and a curse to go with his smirk.
~ “ ~ “ ~
They ran back at a slower pace - the search pattern had covered their hiding place twice, and they wouldn’t be coming back again to check twice-checked ground.
Iruka was pleased with it, because it gave him a rest, but the lazy-eyed smirk the jounin gave him made him grit his teeth and want to kill the man.
He hadn’t made the man want to scream, damn him.
So he pushed himself and waved off rests, and they made it back to Konoha within the estimated time, despite the nearly eight hours they’d been delayed, still and tangled with each other in their hideout, breathing musk and cooling adrenaline.
They were at the gate of Konoha when the jounin undid his hitai-ate, and re-tied it back to front, the fabric pulled over his dark-brown hair and knotted at his forehead. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid a senbon out of his pocket, and stuck it in his mouth, obviously tonguing the sharp point.
His smirk widened as Iruka’s face reddened and Iruka had to turn to cough, annoyed.
“’m not the only one with an oral fixation,” he said, smirking. “I’ll see you around, Iruka-sensei.”
And he ducked in with a smug smirk, close to Iruka’s ear. “Can show you a better time than mission-nerves - then you can scream my *name*.”
Then the jounin was a mere shadow slipping past the guards, leaving Iruka stuck with reporting the mission a success, and writing the mission report.
And he didn’t even know the bastard’s name.
Righto... My first PWP without any REAL plot whatsoever. Constructive reviews and criticism is hugely appreciated, especially on the pacing, and language style. I thought it was rather jerky and didn't flow quite properly. Also, if anyone thinks Genma's code-name is too silly, I'm taking ideas. Also, how many people think it's a bit of a reach for Iruka not to know Genma's name? I'm just wondering, and trying to wonder whether I should try and rewrite it...
As vaguely connected enquiry - does anyone have some good stories with sex-scenes they can recommend? Like, hard, gritty, fast type of thing? It doesn't matter if it's a long fic, or one-shots or eventually becomes romance or whatever, I just want to read more of the sex-scenes to try and see if I can get into a better style. Naruto fics, best including Iruka (or Kotetsu, Izumo, Genma, Raidou, etc) or GWing fics, preferably with Wufei.