FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch2 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch2
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka; guest appearances by Aoba and Ibiki; various OCs
Genre: From Crack is born Romance, Angst and some other stuff
Rating: Mostly R veering into NC17 on occasion
Warnings: Language, innuendo, some sex, a little violence
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: Set three years before start of series. So, Iruka is 20 (21 in ch2), Genma is 27, Raido is 29. I’m assuming Raido already has his scars, too.
Also, no beta, because I am an Easy Rider and I live my life on the Edge (of sanity).
Summary: Iruka turns 21 and things get out of hand. Repeatedly.
It had been about six months since Iruka had started sleeping with them. Amazingly, Iruka’s 21st birthday fell on a Saturday, and all three of them were healthy and in town for a change. Genma’s next mission wouldn’t start until Wednesday, while Raido would be acting as one of the visible bodyguards for Sandaime during a weeklong meeting with various Fire Country nobles. They decided to go out for a nice dinner, then to one of the larger bars. It wasn’t like Iruka had never drank before, but as a teacher, he tried to set a better example. Twenty-one was plenty old enough even by Academy standards.
Genma insisted on leaving the uniforms at home, causing Raido to grumble just a little bit. Raido insisted Genma wear his hair uncovered, and Iruka wear his down. Iruka grumbled just a bit but he never said no to Raido. Genma, on the other hand, grumbled a lot, and only backed down when Raido went to put on his uniform. Finally, nearly an hour later, Genma pronounced them ‘fit to be seen’, with him anyway, and they spent the next hour at the restaurant, talking and laughing. Iruka finally got see Genma the Flirt in actions not directed at him specifically, although Genma said it was really distracting trying to score names and addresses with Raido keeping up a running how-to commentary for Iruka’s benefit. “Come on, it’s for Iruka. He needs to learn the Shiranui Secrets of Seduction.” Genma liked how that sounded, but Iruka thought both the name and the methods were ridiculous.
“Fine, boy, if you’re so smart, let’s see you snag a date.”
Iruka got the sly look in his eye and Raido nearly ducked for cover. “What? You mean right now?”
“Absolutely right now. Can’t do it, can you? Big chicken! Bock-bock-bock!”
Iruka stood up from the table with a sigh. He brushed against Genma as he cleared the table, then leaned over, putting a hand on Genma’s cheek. “It’s weird, you know,” he sighed. “I’ve never ditched someone before.”
Raido clapped a hand over his mouth to smother the laugh bubbling up. Genma just look confused.
“It’s a shame, too, because I really liked my date tonight,” Iruka whispered into Genma’s ear. “But, a dare’s a dare…”
He stood and got three steps away before Genma tackled him, holding Iruka tightly in a not-quite-fit-for-public kiss. Iruka squirmed, blushed, and tried to push Genma back.
“Genma. Public place. Parents. Students. Parents of students. Stop!”
“Idiot,” Genma breathed into his ear, panting a little. “I didn’t mean now. I meant find one now for some other day.”
Iruka nodded and grinned. “Be back in five,” he called over his shoulder.
“Care to place a bet?” Genma asked as he sat back down at the table.
“I bet he’ll be back in less than five minutes and he’ll have more than one name,” Raido answered. He saw Iruka make a beeline to the cute young cashier who had been smiling their way all evening.
“Tch. You’re on. Loser has to do the laundry for a month.”
Raido nodded, tossing his head towards Iruka. “Looks like he’s done,” he said evenly as the girl handed Iruka a card.
Iruka looked over at them, then hesitated and stepped back. “I don’t suppose you have a friend that could join us, Kyoko? My friend’s roommate is going out of town, and I don’t want him to get lonely.” Iruka’s voice was clear but soft. They couldn’t hear the girl’s response, but Genma bristled at his next statement. “Oh, no, not the crazy sex fiend. He’s the one leaving. The other one. Yeah, with the scars. He’s a little older, but he’s really nice. And he’s a bodyguard, so you know you’ll be safe.”
The girl nodded, said something and giggled as Iruka blushed and rubbed his nose before he gave a little wave and walked back to the table.
“Just under four minutes,” Raido intoned, grinning at Genma’s scowl.
Genma held his hand out for the card but Iruka wouldn’t let go, forcing him to lean over to read it.
“That one’s Kyoko,” Iruka gestured behind him. “She has a cousin named Toshi.”
Genma groaned, dropping his hand and banging his head against the table.
“Oh, by the way, Raido, you heard you’re Toshi’s date on Wednesday, right?”
Raido nodded, grinning.
Genma growled in annoyance, finally shrugging in defeat. “Toshi, huh? Bet she’s cute,” he said in a tone suggesting she was anything but.
Iruka shrugged again. “Don’t know anything about her, except Kyoko said they’re practically twins.” He grinned widely at Genma and shrugged.
Raido waited for the explosion, but it never came. Instead, Genma slung his arm around Iruka and pulled his chin up to meet Genma’s eyes. “You know, nothing you say or do can get to me tonight. Because I’ve decided tonight’s the night.”
“Hey, now, Genma, you can’t decide something like that for him!”
Genma brushed his fingers against Iruka’s lips softly.
“Iruka! Don’t listen to him, he’s just being a prick. You don’t have to!”
“What do you say, Iruka?” Genma whispered, barely touching Iruka’s ear with his lips the way he knew Iruka liked.
Iruka made a sound deep in his throat and licked his lips, hands clutching Genma’s shirt reflexively. “P..Public,” he whispered back, his eyes wide.
Genma let go of him, leaning against Iruka’s chair instead. “Can we at least discuss it here?”
Raido flashed angry eyes at him, but stayed silent.
Genma sighed, softly, and continued. “I know you’re ready, Iruka. I know you want to. You just keep, I don’t know, pulling back from us, from this. I’m just saying I want it to happen, tonight, or I want a damn good reason why not.”
Raido realized he was holding his breath, waiting. For Iruka to snap, for Genma to lose his temper, for what could possibly be a very public, very vicious fight. For everything to blow up just the way he had feared it would.
“It’s okay, Raido.” He felt Iruka’s hand on his, patting gently. “He’s right. Tonight is as good as any other night.”
Raido relaxed and squeezed Iruka’s hand. He could see Genma leaning back, a smug look on his face, but he didn’t miss the flash of something in Iruka’s eyes. Raido stared at Iruka, stared hard. Genma got up to pay their bill, and slowly Iruka and Raido followed. “Iruka, you know you don’t…”
“But he’s right, Raido. I owe you both an explanation.”
Raido caught Iruka’s hand again, stopping him, shocked at Iruka’s easy smile. Then he laughed, slinging an arm over Iruka’s shoulders. Iruka was going to give Genma his ‘damn good reason’. And Genma thought… “Kind of a mean game to play, don’t you think? I’m not saying he doesn’t deserve it, springing this like he did.”
Iruka shook his head. “This isn’t a game, Raido. Not to me.” He looked away, watching Genma flirt with another girl and sighed. “It was never a game.”
Raido followed his two friends, two lovers it seemed now, and maybe he was an idiot to think it could have been any other way. Once outside, the strange mood at the restaurant had already evaporated into the warm night air. By the time they made it to the bar, it felt like that whole thing had never happened. The next several hours passed in a blur of drinking, talking, laughing and maybe even a little groping. Raido was sure he’d been groped, at least, and he hadn’t recognized the hands. That was a sign of a good night out. Friends wandered over eager to join their party, retelling well-worn tales of adventure in the field. Iruka’s colleagues at the Academy bought them drinks and retold horror stories of classes past and present. Raido kept a close eye on Iruka, hoping they wouldn’t have to carry him home, but he seemed to have instinctively mastered the technique of drinking without actually drinking. Or his ability to process alcohol was terrifyingly proficient, Raido couldn’t decide. Genma, on the other hand, drank as usual. He would end the evening stumbling home, but by the time they went to bed, he would have a pleasant buzz.
Now, he was explaining a complicated drinking game to Iruka. Genma’s friend, Aoba, was getting impatient with the explanation and kept trying to simplify it. Raido laughed as he heard Aoba repeat ‘Can we just play? He’ll figure it out!’ for the third or fourth time. Raido stood closer, hooking his chin over Genma’s shoulder. Genma slid the senbon in his mouth sideways and gave Raido a quick kiss on the temple, reaching behind him to pull Raido’s arm around his waist.
“Ugh. You two are so cute. I think I’m gonna barf,” Aoba complained with a scowl.
Iruka leaned against Aoba and crossed his arms, face pleasant. “You say ‘cute’ like it’s a bad thing, Yamashiro.”
Aoba shifted on his stool, but instead of moving away, Iruka put his arm across Aoba like they had been friends for years instead of new acquaintances. “I like the way they look together.”
Neither man seemed to notice when Aoba’s arm rested against Iruka’s waist, palm flat against his hip.
They stood this way for a while, moving shot glasses around a circular board and laughing when someone had to drink. Raido was more interested in watching Aoba trying not to watch Iruka. He noticed Aoba’s thumb absently stroking the material of Iruka’s pants. “Do you think he realizes what he’s doing?” Raido finally asked Genma after he noticed Aoba’s face flush lightly when Iruka looked down at him to make a joke.
Genma shook his head with a grin. “Nope. Not a damn clue. I keep hoping Iruka will do something more blatant. An Aoba Freak-Out is a thing of beauty.”
Iruka looked up and noticed them watching. He blushed lightly, then shot them a slight smile and waggled his eyebrows.
“Yes! He read my mind! He’s going to do it!” Genma whispered, turning his head away.
Checking the clock over the bar, Raido figured they should make their way home soon. If the game continued much longer, he would end up carrying both men home. Iruka’s birthday had been technically over for an hour. A new crowd of ninja was pushing into the bar at this hour for some kind of celebration. Raido caught the eye of a man he recognized, nodding a greeting. The man nodded back gravely. Raido stared for a second, then tapped Genma’s arm pointedly. The man looked down at his arm, noticing the faint trace of a tattoo not entirely concealed. He grinned and shook his head sheepishly, covering it with his hand for a second. Raido nodded when the man pulled his hand away, revealing only bare skin. The entire exchange took no more than a few seconds. Raido nudged Genma, warning him of the newcomer’s approach.
Aoba had had enough of the whispers and strange looks. “What the hell are you two twittering about? You’re holding up the game!”
Raido and Genma glanced at each other briefly, grasping for a cover story.
“Eh. That’s just them, Yamashiro,” Iruka explained, still leaning against Genma’s friend. “They’re always having these secret conversations right in front of me. It’s like some kind of weird code. Annoying as hell, but it’s still kind of cute.” He grinned down at Aoba, knowing he had used the dreaded word again.
“We were just thinking how strange it is that you and Iruka are almost exactly the same size,” Raido explained. “I mean, Iruka’s way younger, you know.”
“What? That’s just silly. I’m at least 4 kilos heavier than he is!”
Genma rolled his eyes with a shrug. “4 kilos, he says. Give Iruka a few years, I bet he’ll catch up, no problem.”
Aoba gave an impotent growl and gestured back to the bar. “Your turn, Shiranui!”
Raido let go of Genma just as the newcomer arrived at the bar. “Namiashi, Shiranui, Yamashiro,” he nodded with a half-smile.
“Hey, Torao! Long time, no see!” Genma smiled back, downing another shot.
“Sharp-eyed as ever, Namiashi,” Torao grinned as he tapped his arm again.
Raido shrugged then looked around the bar. “What’s up?” Torao shrugged,
“Training got out early today, not much is going on, so a bunch of us decided to come here.” He stared at Aoba and Iruka for a second, then glanced back. “What’s going on here? Is he that drunk?”
Genma sniggered as Aoba squeezed Iruka as he drank another shot. “Nope, just clueless.”
“You setting him up, Shiranui?”
“Only for a fall, man.” Torao blinked and quirked his mouth.
“My favorite kind of set-up. Need some help?”
“Gods, yes! If only to get us out of here before all hell breaks loose!” Raido exclaimed.
With another shrug, Torao stepped forward a bit and waved.
“What’s wrong, Yamashiro? Not speaking to me?”
Aoba looked up and blanched. “Sorry, didn’t hear you, Torao. Wanna play? Genma is slacking off.”
“Not really my kind of game. I’m surprised to see you still here, though. You two make such cute couple, I would think…”
If Aoba hadn’t been losing so spectacularly he would have pushed up off his stool. Instead, he merely growled back, “We’re. Not. CUTE!”
Iruka turned to look at the threesome next to him and winked. Turning back to Aoba, he stroked a finger along the back of Aoba’s neck and frowned, just a bit.
Aoba jumped in his seat, looked up and noticed Iruka’s face. “Hey, don’t look like that. Of course you're cute. But…” Aoba flushed when he realized finally what he said, and just how close Iruka was to him, and how it wasn’t Iruka’s arm that was holding him in place.
Iruka leaned down, speaking softly. “Thanks, Yamashiro. That’s really…sweet.” Then he swished his tongue gently along the outer curve of Aoba’s ear.
As predicted, Aoba freaked out, and it was indeed spectacular. With a cry he threw Iruka aside and launched himself off the barstool. Genma moved to catch Iruka, but Torao was closer and faster, holding Iruka by his shoulders just out of Aoba’s reach. Four faces turned wide smiles on Aoba as he ranted, hand rubbing his ear.
“You fuckers! I’m not cute! He’s not with me! And I’m definitely bigger than this kid here! I can’t believe you, my own friends, sending their little toy boy after me. What’s next? You gonna poison my drink? Short-sheet my bed? And what the hell is with that clicking sound, huh?” Aoba turned and faced Torao.
“I think you’ve had enough, Yamashiro.”
Aoba stood his ground for a few seconds, then looked around, finally noticing the new crowd. “Oh. Yeah, guess you’re right.” He grinned, his rant forgotten. “I guess it’s been fun. Later.”
As Aoba left the bar, Torao spoke to another man walking by. “See he gets home okay.” An order, not a suggestion.
Genma looked at Raido and started to laugh. “Did you see him? Man, was that great or was that great?”
Raido snorted, but began to laugh as well. “It was.”
Iruka tried to turn, but found himself still held in place by the stranger. “Uh, sir, excuse me?” He squirmed, trying to encourage the man to let go.
“Oh, sorry,” Torao replied, directing a grin and a wink at Genma and Raido. Instead of letting Iruka go, Torao spun him on his feet so they were face to face now. “So, what’s your name, toy boy?” Torao gazed down at Iruka with a silky smile, hands now on Iruka’s jaw.
Iruka blushed at the look in the man’s eyes. “Umino Iruka. I, ah…”
Torao’s thumbs brushed against Iruka’s cheeks, a slow, almost hypnotic caress. “Umino Iruka, huh? I am Torao. Aren’t you a little young for this place?”
Iruka’s eyes darted around the room, but his head was held fast, and eventually he returned his gaze to Torao. “No, I’m not too young.” He felt like everyone in the room was staring at them, but he couldn’t see anyone’s eyes on him.
Raido stood back, holding onto Genma.
“But-!”
Raido shook his head. “No, let’s leave them alone for a bit. Iruka needs to learn how to handle men like that.” He pulled Genma to the hallway leading to the toilets.
“He’s ANBU,” Genma hissed.
“Shhh! I know that! It’s up to Iruka to recognize that and act accordingly. We can’t protect him forever, you know.”
Genma leaned against the wall, his face set.
“Don’t pout, Genma. Have some faith in Iruka.”
“I’m fine with Iruka,” Genma snapped back. “It’s that bastard Torao! And what if Iruka loses his temper and throws a punch, huh? What then?”
Raido shrugged. “Then he’ll get the crap beat out of him. But I think he’s smart enough to know better. Just in case, why don’t you hand over the senbon now.”
Genma spat it across the hall into a trashcan instead. They stood and waited, staring at each other. After a few minutes, Genma pushed up from the wall. “Okay, I can’t wait anymore,” Genma announced suddenly.
Raido didn’t try and stop him this time.
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“Yamashiro was right, you know?” Iruka dragged his eyes back to Torao’s. “You are cute.”
Iruka bit his lip but didn’t answer. It was apparent his friends had left him to deal with this on his own.
“So, Umino Iruka. Do you have plans tonight?”
“I do,” Iruka nodded, face serious.
Torao’s eyes widened a bit at the direct answer “And do those plans include me?”
“They do not.”
Torao laughed at that, nodding. “And what about Yamashiro?”
Iruka looked away. He was feeling just a little, okay a lot, guilty about teasing someone like that.
“I see. So you were just playing with him?”
Iruka flushed and glanced back at Torao.
“You realize how dangerous it is to lead a man on like that. Someone might misunderstand.”
“I…I owe him an apology,” Iruka admitted.
“And what if it were too late for apologies?” Torao took a step forward, trying to maneuver Iruka against the bar, but Iruka stood firm, even though it meant their bodies were pressed together now. “Acting tough, hmmm? What are you going to do? Fight me?”
Iruka laughed, his hands against Torao’s shoulders. “Fight you? Me? Over what? Because you’re playing with me? Trying to teach me some fucked-up manly-man lesson?”
Torao glared down at Iruka. He’s trying to intimidate me, Iruka realized. Too bad for him. He’s never faced a classroom before. Iruka accepted the glare, letting it roll off his back like the complaints of his students. His hand dipped down to Torao’s arm and traced the invisible outline of the tattoo.
“Shit! I must be more tired than I thought if even someone like you can see it.” Torao looked down, then back up. The tattoo was still invisible.
Iruka shook his head, chuckling. “Don’t have to see it. I might not have the chakra or the skills of a jounin, but I have eyes and ears and a nose.”
Torao pushed against Iruka again, and this time Iruka let himself be walked backwards, stopping just shy of the stool Aoba had vacated. “So, toy boy, what do you see?”
Iruka grinned back, ignoring the barb. “I see a crowd of people showing up near closing time, but the bar isn’t even preparing to close. I see 80% of the people in here wearing sleeveless shirts under their vests. I see faint flickers on bare arms out of the corner of my eye.”
Torao’s eyes darted away and Iruka continued.
“I hear people talking, but it’s like no language I’ve ever heard before. I hear a noise in my head, like crickets or an angry horde of bees, trying to drive people like me out.” Iruka dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning forward. “I hear the clink of ceramic against metal. Somebody didn’t pack their mask away properly.”
He grinned when he saw Torao make a face, briefly scanning the room. Torao’s hands left Iruka’s face, one settling on his back, the other around Iruka’s wrist. “Anything else?”
“I smell burning things - leaves, coal and black powder. Everyone here reeks of it. And I happen to know of a coal mine nearby that needed some massive excavation done last week. Amazingly, that mission was removed from the list not an hour after it was requested. No explanation given.”
Torao’s jaw dropped and Iruka laughed at his confusion. Taking advantage of his break in concentration, Iruka turned quickly. The man wouldn’t really break his wrist, would he? Unwilling to let go of Iruka’s wrist, and as expected, unwilling to break it, Torao found himself suddenly seated on the bar stool, staring up at Iruka.
Iruka leaned over, hand tapping Torao’s cheek gently. “Thanks for not breaking my wrist.”
Torao laughed, but didn’t release his hold. “Just how committed are you to your plans tonight?” Torao asked finally, his eyes serious.
Iruka didn’t pretend to misunderstand the question. “Not forever-committed. But for now, completely.”
The man released his hold finally, so Iruka leaned over, talking directly into Torao’s ear. “And just so we’re clear, I don’t have sex with people I don’t like.”
“What? Don’t you like me?”
Iruka leaned against the bar and pushed one of the remaining shot glasses from their game over to Torao, taking another for himself. He grinned again, blushing at his audacity. “I don’t know you.”
Torao shook his head as he downed the shot. “I have no idea where they found you, but damn, you’re a piece of work.”
---
Raido finally released his hold on Genma when he saw Iruka lean against the bar. When they left their spot in the hallway, Genma had been ready to charge over and physically drag Iruka away. He clenched his jaw when he saw Iruka lean over and tap Torao’s cheek. “Relax. It looks like he has everything under control,” Raido whispered, holding Genma’s arm.
Genma snorted but stayed put. Once released, though, he didn’t waste any time. “Sorry we were gone so long,” he called out, brushing Iruka’s hair from his face.
Iruka put an arm around Genma’s waist and waved goodbye, eager to get out of the bar full of highly trained yet so obviously unstable people.
“Leaving so soon? You can stay. Nobody’s gonna bother you now.”
Raido smiled, as much at Torao’s invitation as Genma’s look of surprise. Whatever Iruka had done, it had definitely impressed Torao. “We can stay, if you want,” he offered, putting his own arm around Iruka.
Iruka shook his head. “No, we have plans.”
“What’s that important?” Torao asked suspiciously.
Genma looked down at Iruka with a leer. Iruka leaned his head against Genma’s shoulder. “Life-changing, only-happens-once kind of plans,” Genma said softly.
Raido laughed, and he thought Genma’s look of adoration was pure poetry.
Torao stood up and looked down at Iruka, his mouth open. Iruka practically squeaked under the scrutiny, the blush spreading to his ears. “Really. I find that hard to believe considering your reputation, Shiranui.”
Crap, Raido thought, now those two are going to get into and we’ll never get out of here. Dropping his hold on Iruka, Raido grabbed Genma yet again by the arm and replied before Genma could spit out whatever insulting comment was brewing. “Genma’s been the very definition of patient.”
Torao nodded with a smile. “I bet he has.”
Torao sidled over to Iruka, taking his face in large hands once again. “I guess congratulations are in order, then.”
Iruka found himself pulled against a broad chest, bent nearly horizontal by a deep kiss. Instinctively, he stomped down hard on the man’s foot, snapping his teeth shut at the same time and pushed backwards. He heard the man’s hiss of surprise and pain and Raido’s loud bellow of outrage. Genma caught him before he hit the floor. “Let’s just go,” Iruka begged.
Genma nodded, his own hands shaking slightly. “First, we have to rescue Raido before he kills someone.”
The crowd settled down, revealing Torao leaning against a table, wiping blood from his mouth, and Raido, braced against three men, staring him down. “Just can’t take you anywhere,” Genma clucked, nodding to the men to release his friend so they could leave. “Did you punch him?”
“What? No. Not even close,” Raido answered with a disappointed shrug, pointing to the men around him with his chin.
Both men looked at Iruka. “Shit, Iruka, you’ve got blood on your face.”
Iruka rubbed his hand against his mouth, then grinned. “Not mine!”
The bar erupted into laughter at the sheer gall of the young man. Torao limped to a chair, scowling. Another man had his foot in hand, moving it gingerly. Torao touched his split lip and winced just a little. “Hey punk, you owe me an apology! You nearly broke my foot!”
Raido sighed, sagging against Genma. Iruka was polite; he would bow and apologize and at last, they could go home. It seemed, however, Iruka had finally lost his temper.
Stomping over to Torao, he stopped just short of the table. “I owe YOU an APOLOGY? Fine! How about, I’m SORRY I DIDN’T break your foot? Or, I’m SORRY a giant ROCK didn’t fall on your HEAD tonight?” Iruka was shaking now, but it was obviously not fear.
Torao’s teammates were laughing again, both at Iruka’s display of temper and Torao’s embarrassment.
“I know, how about I fucking stomp on your foot AGAIN! Maybe it WILL break this time, and then I can send you a get-well basket as an apology! I’m thinking stinging nettles and poison ivy, maybe a nice cactus!” Iruka took a step forward and another round of laughter swept the bar when Torao jerked his foot back under the table.
Genma chuckled and shook his head. Coming up behind Iruka, he leaned over and pinned Iruka’s arms to his sides and started to walk him out of the bar. “Come on,” he said gently, “let’s go home. We have plans, remember?” He nuzzled Iruka’s ear as they walked, trying to calm Iruka down.
Raido waited until Iruka was safely outside, then walked over to Torao and leaned down to push Torao’s face to one side. Chuckling softly, he shrugged at the obvious teeth marks. “Got you good, looks like.”
Torao snorted and nodded. “Not your fault, Namiashi. Have a good night.”
Standing up, Raido made his own way out, hoping, praying, they could make it out the door this time.
Shutting the door behind him, Raido took in a deep breath and let it out. He nodded at a cluster of men standing nearby and stopped. And stared. The men were laughing, whispering and pointing. Raido shook his head and nearly laughed as well.
Genma had Iruka pressed hard against a wall, Iruka’s legs wrapped around his. Iruka’s hands were fisted in Genma’s hair as he tried to swallow Genma’s tongue whole.
Raido felt his skin prickle and his face flush. “Damn,” he whispered, putting out a hand to steady himself, and the men laughed again, nodding.
“Better get your boys home, Namiashi. Night watch will be by soon.”
Clapping his hands sharply, Raido walked over and pulled them apart. “If you’re done beating up on ANBU and having almost-sex in public, I think it’s time we head home.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Genma grinned and took off down the street.
Raido pulled Iruka away from the wall. Iruka clung to him, panting, as they followed.
“It’s late, Iruka. If you want, I’m sure we can hold off Genma until he passes out.”
Iruka shook his head, and Raido realized he was trembling. “I want…something else. I…want him, but I don’t know how…how to tell him.”
Raido pulled him to a stop and held his face gently. “You know you can ask for whatever you want. I can’t promise he’ll say yes, but you should give him the chance.”
“It’s not what he expects.” Raido laughed and started walking again.
“I don’t doubt that. You’re so nervous you’re shaking.”
“I’m not nervous. I’m still PISSED!” He took a few more steps and stopped. “Okay, I’m starting to get nervous now.” Looking at his feet, Iruka kicked the ground a few times. “I need your help, Raido. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t even know if it’s possible.”
Raido grinned and hugged Iruka. “Tell me,” he whispered, “I’ll see what I can do.”
---
Torao sat at the table, trying to ignore everyone. But of course, it had no effect on his teammates as they continued the jokes and catcalls. “I should have called the cops,” he growled after one particularly rude comment.
“And tell them what? A kid beat up one of my ANBU?” The captain snorted, shaking her head. “Face it, Torao, that kid read you, saw right through you, and just played along. Kissing him like that in front of his boyfriends. What were you thinking?”
Torao rubbed his lip thoughtfully, a smile dawning. He shrugged and grinned. “Just never kissed a virgin before.”
Those still listening laughed as expected, nodding. “So, Torao. Was it worth it?”
Torao laughed, still rubbing his lip. “Oh, yeah,” he nodded suggestively. “Completely worth it.”
The medic next to him slapped his back, still laughing. “Guess it’s a good thing you didn’t use tongue, then. He might have bit it clean off.”
Before he could answer, a tall, scarred man sat down at their table. He regarded Torao calmly with a twisted half-smile and Torao shifted uneasily. “Spit it out, Morino.”
Ibiki grinned now, and it didn’t put Torao at ease. The man was barely in his mid-twenties and he was already something of a legend in the interrogation squad. “Not your best work, Kazuki. What did you learn?”
Torao felt like he was back in school being asked to recite a lesson when he hadn’t done his homework. “Ummm, don’t kiss guys in front of their boyfriends?”
Ibiki chuckled along with the rest of the table, nodding. “There’s that, although one would think you were old enough to have figured that out by now.” His expression hardened again and he continued. “How about ‘know your enemy’, ‘don’t drop your guard’, and ‘never underestimate an opponent’?”
“Come on, he wasn’t my opponent…”
“Those teeth marks on your lip say different.”
Torao flushed, biting back a retort.
“Do you have any idea who that was?”
Torao shook his head, confused. “I know his name, that’s all. Are you saying I should have figured out he was going to bite just because he’s named after an animal with teeth?”
“Any animal will bite if cornered, idiot,” the medic offered.
Ibiki nodded thoughtfully. “Dolphins are usually friendly and playful, but they will bite when they or their pod mates are threatened. Now that you mention it, he does resemble his namesake more than I’d realized.” Ibiki considered that line of thought for a bit, then shrugged. “Come on, what else?”
Torao replayed the conversation in his head, turning it over again and again. “He admitted he’s not a jounin, so he had to be a chunin. He relies on his physical senses as much as his chakra, probably because he doesn’t have much chakra to begin with.”
The captain nodded, “Go on.”
Torao sighed and continued. “He was a little rattled at first, but he got over it fast, so he must be used to working with people. He knew about the mine mission, so I guess he works in the mission room.”
Ibiki sighed and stopped him. “He told you that, did he?” Ibiki leaned forward and grinned again. “That wasn’t completely true. That information should never have crossed his desk, and he was the one that pulled it.”
The captain turned sharply and asked, “Does he really have that much authority?”
“Not really. But Sandaime trusts his judgment.”
Torao looked thoughtful for a minute, then spoke suddenly. “Hey, he said he could hear ceramic against metal, and said someone didn’t pack their mask properly. I wonder who that was?”
Ibiki barked, a short laugh. “That was lie. It’s an old interrogation technique - tell truths, half-truths, and some outright lies and let your target tell you which lie is really truth.”
“Is he one yours then, Ibiki?” the captain asked warily.
“I wish, but no. I tried to get Sandaime to switch him over, but he never would. I figure the old man must have a good reason.” Cold eyes met Torao’s again. “Figured it out yet?”
Torao shook his head. “I honestly don’t know.”
A woman next to the captain laughed.
“Do you know, Kana?”
She nodded, still laughing. “I do, but that’s because I finally recognized him, not because of any clues. I have a little brother still at the Academy.”
Torao’s eyes widened at the implication. “Fuck me, he’s a teacher?”
The table erupted into laughter again, and Torao lowered his head onto his hands and laughed along. The gossip made its way through the bar and soon everyone there knew Torao had fucked with a teacher and had his ass handed back to him on a platter. Nobody questioned the logic of it, it just one of those things.
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Raido chalked it up to a combination of alcohol, adrenaline and pheromones. That was his excuse and he was sticking to it. Privately, meaning only to Genma, he would admit the sudden visual image of Iruka’s request had driven all his blood south until he felt virtuous for not jumping Iruka in the street. An alley, however, wasn’t exactly in the street. Not exactly. How lucky for him there was one right there, only a few steps away. Barely remembering to whistle, alerting Genma of their sudden detour, he picked up Iruka and stumbled the few steps to the alley. “How can you say such things,” he panted against Iruka’s mouth, “with such an innocent face?” Raido’s hands were shaking, and his mind couldn’t function. He wanted to kiss Iruka, to put his hands and mouth all over him, to grind against him, and he wanted it all now, dammit!
Falling to his knees, Raido tore open Iruka’s pants and took Iruka completely in his mouth before Iruka even registered the change in position. Iruka arched in shock, hands flat against the wall, head back and mouth open in a not-so-silent cry. Strong hands held Iruka’s hips steady as Raido moved his head, spurred on by the sounds above him. Genma came around the corner and skidded to a stop on a patch of loose dirt. He should stop this, his mind told him. It was the middle of the night, people in the apartments nearby were trying to sleep. Iruka wasn’t loud by any definition, but he was being uncharacteristically vocal even as he bit his own wrist in an effort to stifle himself. Genma stumbled forward a few steps but kept his distance. He never thought he would see this - both men so lost to lust they had forgotten their own inhibitions. Genma often pushed Iruka’s squeamishness in public to the breaking point, but never past it. Raido had just broken it and kept going. And Genma was pretty sure Raido hadn’t cleared this with Iruka first. Not that Iruka seemed to mind, Genma smirked, watching the younger man’s body arch again.
Genma crept closer, careful not to disturb his friends. He stood with his back to the street, shielding the two bodies in front of him with his own. His breathing sped up as he watched, his own pants unbuttoned. He wanted to touch himself, to lose himself in the sensation of the scene in front of him, but he didn’t. Iruka was almost there, and then Genma intended to push Raido up against the wall and make some noise together. As if sensing Genma’s thoughts, Iruka stiffened and slammed both hands back down against the wall so he wouldn’t lose his balance. His teeth were clenched, his eyes were closed, and Genma hoped the noises he made were from intense pleasure, not pain. Raido wasn’t being his usual gentle self at all, and Genma half-suspected he wasn’t being all too careful of his teeth, either. Iruka’s eyes flew open briefly before slamming shut again and his voice was both too high and too low as he called out. “Rai!” Genma nearly moaned out loud, vowing he would make it his life’s mission to hear his own name from those lips in the same manner. Raido hadn’t seemed to notice. He didn’t even slow down.
Grabbing Raido by his shoulder, Genma shook him. “Don’t swallow it all,” he begged, pulling himself out of his pants and holding out his hand. Raido dropped his hold on Iruka and pulled back, spilling the thick liquid into Genma’s hand. His eyes were wide and wild as he got to his feet. “Pants,” Genma whispered urgently. Raido caught his meaning and Genma found himself pushed up against the wall crying out into Raido’s mouth as bare skin met bare skin made slick with a mixture of spit and another man’s semen. They were mostly quiet now, but no less frantic, and it reminded Genma of the first time they had done this, hell, the first five times, almost drunk in an alley in some piss-stupid town waiting for a package that never arrived. Raido arched against him, hissing his name and Genma came, growling and grunting, all teeth and nails digging into Raido’s neck.
They stood there panting, shirts sticky, and Raido looked him in the eye and smiled. “What is it with you and alleys?” he asked, all innocence.
“Fuck you, asshole! You’re the one who dragged poor Iruka back here…”
Two heartbeats later and they panicked, guilt-stricken when they realized they had actually forgotten about Iruka sitting on the ground in a stupor.
To say Iruka was upset at being dragged into an alley, sexually mauled within an inch of his life, and summarily forgotten would have been a definite overstatement, requiring that Iruka had noticed he had been forgotten, which he hadn’t. His brain had stopped working sometime after Raido had dropped to his knees. Later, he thought he was awake, but the scene in front of him convinced him he was dreaming. Again. One of those dreams. He slid to the ground, mouth open and a wide grin on his face because wow, his subconscious deserved an award tonight. When his friends pulled him upright, buttoned his pants, and dusted him off, he tried to keep the grin off of his face, because in most cases dreaming about friends having sex was a bad thing. Raido winked at him and he giggled, because Raido looked just like the Raido in his dream, with that same mark on his neck.
“What are you grinning about?” Genma asked as they half-carried Iruka the rest of the way home.
“I had a nice dream,” Iruka whispered.
“What kind of dream?”
Iruka sighed and grinned again. “The best kind.”
Raido chuckled and shook his head. Obviously, Iruka had been using some kind of inebriation-delaying jutsu, and it was wearing off now.
“Who was in it?”
Iruka blushed and looked sideways. “You and Genma.”
Genma rolled his eyes at that. “Not much of a dream, Iruka. You can see that any night of the week.”
Iruka laughed quietly to himself. It was a good dream, and he was sure he had never seen anything like it before. “Not like this,” he confessed. “It was just the two of you.”
Genma shrugged and kept walking.
Raido followed, hiding the serious look on his face.
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Read on to Chapter3 Pt1
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