FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch4 Pt1 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch4 Pt1
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenxRai + Iruka; Aoba and one OC
Genre: From Crack is born Romance, Angst and some other stuff
Rating: Mostly R, veering into NC17 on occasion
Warnings: Language, innuendo, some sex
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: This is a long chapter, hence the three parts.
Still no beta. I'm tormenting myself enough as it is.
Summary: First times are a bitch. Iruka visits Aoba to apologize - they fight. Genma and Raido fight. Iruka gets in the middle - bad idea.
Iruka woke up bleary-eyed and confused. He lifted his head and looked around carefully. His head hurt just a bit, and his muscles were aching a little. Shifting slightly, he dislodged his body from the tangle of arms and legs around him and stumbled to the toilet. “Shower,” he mumbled to himself, staring down at the dried flecks on his stomach. He frowned at the lack of towels by the shower and used an old one to dry off. “Food.” Something tingled in the back of his head - Genma’s apartment, so Genma was here. And Raido was here. Still asleep, remembering the tangle of limbs in the bed. So food for three. And coffee.
He couldn’t find the aspirin. He opened every cabinet twice - still not there. Soup bubbling, rice almost done, and coffee. Iruka sighed as he dropped into a chair and buried himself face first in a mug of steaming black heaven. He had finished the first and was halfway through the second when his mind stood up and screamed. Iruka set down his mug, put his forehead on the table, and grinned. It really happened. It REALLY happened. Iruka choked down a giggle, replaying the scenes in his head. “He said yes,” he whispered again, the giggle bubbling up again. He kind of skipped over the Genma/Raido part. He wasn’t quite ready to think about that. His mind got a little fuzzy then, but he remembered talking to Genma, Genma telling him a story, and it made him laugh. Then more sex, because in Iruka’s mind if someone has their hand on your dick on purpose and you don’t mind, then it IS sex. Except for medics, he amended. Definitely not sex then. Not in his experience anyway - maybe Genma would have another story. The food was done, so Iruka helped himself. He remembered now - the aspirin was in the bedroom. If he still needed it, he could get it later. No wonder there weren’t any clean towels - they were all in the bedroom, too. He stood up and washed his dishes, then went to find his uniform from yesterday. Fully dressed, he slipped into the bedroom.
The bedroom wasn’t dark, but it was quiet. Neither man snored, neither of his LOVERS snored, and Iruka bit back another giggle at that thought. He moved quietly, gathering up glasses and towels until the bedroom was restored. It was a little weird to be up and about when they weren’t. It was doubly weird because he felt a little shy and confused about how he was supposed to act, but when the other two woke up they would figure it out together, just like last night. No, this morning, and he bit his lip and ducked out of the room. Taking a few aspirin for himself, he refilled the water glasses and returned them with the aspirin to Genma’s bedside table. Now what? He took a few steps around the apartment, everything in its place, and sat down at the table. Part of him wanted to jump on the bed and provide a very noisy wakeup call, but Raido was usually cranky in the mornings, and a cranky Raido usually rubbed off on Genma. Plus, he had to admit it was pretty immature. He wasn’t a toddler that needed attention 24/7.
Grabbing his satchel, he sat down on the couch and went over his schedule. Monday was a student holiday, but he had meetings all day; the rest of the week was normal. He had four shifts in the mission room this week, plus a late shift Thursday in the file room. And a date, he suddenly remembered. He and Raido had dates Wednesday night. Crap, he thought, sitting back against the sofa. What is it about Genma that makes me do these things? He wasn’t interested in Kyoko, and he wasn’t the sort to chase after someone when he was already involved. Should he cancel? No, that would be doubly rude. Better to just wait it out.
Stuffing his schedule back in his bag, Iruka lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. He had been so overwhelmed by the whole ‘first time’ thing he hadn’t given any thought to what had happened before. The dinner had been fun, but a little awkward once Genma had decided how the night was going to end. Iruka shook his head with a little groan. He had vacillated all night, wondering what he was going to say. He had never intended for IT to happen. What changed? He thought back to the evening at the bar. That had been a blast, meeting so many of his friends there, and Genma and Raido had kept the physical stuff to a minimum so he doubted most of his colleagues even realized there was anything other than a flirtation going on. Yamashiro knew, of course, but Iruka didn’t care. The man was Genma’s friend, and seemed resigned to the fact that his friend happened to have male lovers. His protests were more of the reflexive, habitual sort.
Iruka sat up suddenly, eyes wide. He thought his headache was gone, but it returned full force when he remembered he had something to do today. Maybe it wasn’t written in stone, but now that Iruka remembered he wouldn’t be able to live with himself until he did it. Reaching back into his bag he pulled out a piece of paper to leave a note. And stared at the blank page. He had no idea where Yamashiro lived, or how to find the man, and he really didn’t want to talk about it when he came back, so baldly stating ‘Went to apologize’ was out. Standing up, he walked to the kitchen table and scribbled: “Had some errands to run, be back later - Iruka”. That was mostly true - he needed to get a clean uniform for tomorrow anyway. Stepping into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth again and tied his hitai-ate in place. Stepping into his sandals, he took another look around the apartment to make sure everything was in order. Then he was out the door, pushing the laundry basket against the wall, out of the way of the door.
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Raido heard the door open and shut, but didn’t hear anything else. He glared at the clock and felt it glare back. “It’s afternoon, you good-for-nothing lazy ass,” it said cruelly, and he realized Iruka had left. Struggling to sit up for a few seconds, Raido collapsed back into the bed weakly. His head hurt, and Genma had him in a full-body lock down. It would be so easy to sink back to sleep like this if only his head would stop its internal banging. Glancing over, he nearly cried with relief. The bottle of aspirin sat within easy reach, accompanied by two glasses of water. He popped the white tablets into his mouth and gulped his entire glass. Now the big question: Wake Genma up now and force feed him aspirin, or let him sleep and deal with the whining later. Each had its merits. Snuggling down into the pillow under his head, Raido decided to let sleeping Genmas whine later. By then, Raido’s head would be fine.
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Iruka took the long way home, hoping Yamashiro just might drop out of thin air long enough to say "No hard feelings. Later!" before he disappeared again. He was only a little surprised it didn't happen by the time he reached his apartment and ran up the three flights of stairs. Once inside, he folded a clean uniform into his satchel, along with a pile of homework papers he could grade tomorrow between meetings. He rubbed his chin twice and grimaced - it would be several days before he needed to shave again. Genma told him shaving was overrated, and Raido went gaa-gaa over Iruka's nearly hairless body at least once a week, but Iruka still felt he was missing out on some rite of passage.
Taking the stairs two-at-a-time, Iruka ran back down to the street. He would start at the bar they went to last night. Maybe Yamashiro hung out there, or maybe someone would know where he would be. At least Torao wouldn't be there, Iruka was fairly certain. If their party had just started when Iruka was trying to leave, it probably hadn't ended until... Iruka stumbled slightly, catching himself against a lightpost. It probably hadn't ended until dawn, which was just when Iruka and Genma and Raido... Iruka shook his head, trying to dispel both the goofy grin and the blush on his face. Truthfully, though, he would never think about dawn the same way again.
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It had to be fate, Iruka thought as he knocked twice at an unfamiliar door. The bartender from last night recognized him, and while he didn't know Yamashiro personally, he knew where the man usually drank. At the smaller and slightly seedier bar only a few streets away, Iruka found a waitress that was more than happy to provide his address. "Be sure to tell him Yuki sent you," she said with a wink. "He'll know what is means."
Iruka nodded carefully, because he really didn't want to know, but he didn't want to say something to piss the man off more. "If I tell him this, will he be happy or mad? Because I really don't want to piss him off again."
"What did you do to poor Aoba?" she asked with a grin.
Iruka looked at the ground and scratched at his nose. "A prank," he said finally. "But he didn't think it was very funny."
She shrugged at that. "How sweet, you're going to apologize. It's probably more than he deserves." A group of men at a table bellowed for her attention and she started to leave. "Tell him Yuki wants to see him again. He should be happy. If he's not, fuck him." She was gone after that, leaving Iruka to wander out of the bar in a daze.
Yuki, he thought. Isn't that a man's name? Iruka shrugged to himself - not his business.
Aoba answered after the fourth knock, still dressed in pajama pants and not much else. He blinked when he saw Iruka standing on his doorstep, then blinked again. Iruka shifted on his feet, unsure how to proceed. Should he just apologize on the doorstep and leave? Barge his way inside? Deliver Yuki's message and then apologize? That sounded good and Iruka opened his mouth to start when Aoba blurted out, "Does Genma know you're here?"
"Umm, no. He was still asleep when I left," Iruka answered carefully.
Aoba nodded sleepily, stifling a yawn against his hand. "So how did you know where to find me?"
Iruka smiled stiffly, shifting again. "I met a waitress, she told me to tell you Yuki sent me, and Yuki wants to see you again."
"Did she now?" Aoba barked, laughing. He seemed to wake up and backed up, motioning Iruka inside.
Once the door was closed, Iruka kicked off his sandals, put down his satchel, and stood near a wall. Aoba sat on the arm of a ratty sofa opposite him. "Anything else?" he asked wryly, eyes narrowed.
Iruka nodded. "She said you should be happy about it, but if you're not, fuck you."
"That sounds like Yuki," Aoba said to himself with a grin.
"Isn't Yuki a man's name?" Iruka couldn't help but ask, knowing it wasn't his business.
"Inside joke," Aoba leered, rubbing his face with both hands. "So, why are you here really?"
Iruka took a deep breath and let it out. "I owe you an apology. For last night."
Aoba nodded. "Yeah, you do. You and Genma and Raido and that bastard Torao."
"I'm very sorry. I have no excuses for my behavior." Iruka bowed and waited.
And waited. And waited some more. Finally, Aoba spoke. "Okay, okay, I accept your apology. It's more than I'll ever get from the other three. I suppose it's my fault, too. I know how Genma gets when he's drinking. I suppose the temptation was too much."
Iruka straighted up, his eyes serious. "Even so, I know better. I shouldn't have gone along with it. I just..." He faltered a bit, afraid his explanation might be construed as shifting the blame.
"You just find it hard to say 'no' to Genma, right?" He grinned when Iruka nodded back mutely. "It's okay. When Genma gets in those moods, I find it pretty hard to say 'no' to him too." He looked directly and Iruka and grinned again. "And I'm not sleeping with the man," he added with a wink.
Looking down at the ground, Iruka felt his face flush again. "But still, I don't even know you. I shouldn't have done that."
He looked up when he felt Aoba move, walking across the room until he stood directly in front of Iruka. "Shouldn't have done what, Umino? Stuck your tongue in my ear?"
Iruka tried to look down again but Aoba reached out and held his jaw firmly. "Y-yes, that," he answered, feeling a bit breathless because the man was standing TOO CLOSE and looking at him so intently. "I should have backed off when..." Iruka faltered again, unsure how to proceed. How did you tell a virtual stranger that you knew he had been stroking your leg?
"You put your arm around me?" Aoba offered, his voice low and carrying just a tiny edge to it.
"That was just a friendly thing and you know it," Iruka shot back, surprised. "You didn't mind. At least, you didn't seem to take it badly. If you had, I would have backed off immediately."
Aoba nodded, "You're right. You're right. I didn't mind at all." His eyes narrowed as he moved Iruka's head one way and then the other. "You know, I almost didn't recognize you with your hair up like that."
Iruka blinked at the sudden change in topic. "What does my hair have anything to do with this?" He reached up to grab Aoba's hand and push it away, but Aoba was faster, catching Iruka's wrist and pushing it back down.
"I don't know," he answered honestly. He let go but didn't step back, instead lifting his hand on Iruka's jaw to pull Iruka's hair free from its tie. "Take that off," he commanded, indicating the hitai-ate with his eyes. Iruka pulled it off, holding it tightly in his free hand. He felt tense and unsure, but if this is what it took to earn forgiveness, well, it wasn't hurting him so why not.
Iruka shook his head, allowing the hair to fall around his face more naturally. "Fine, it's down. Happy? Can I finish now? I only came here to..."
"Apologize. Yes, I know." Aoba cocked his head to one side and looked at Iruka. "So, when should you have backed off?" he asked, suddenly switching the conversation tracks yet again.
Iruka bit his lip and looked at the ground. Aoba's arm around his waist wasn't that big a deal, he thought. He had seen plenty of platonic friends in the same position. "When I...when I felt you touching my leg," he answered finally, still looking at the ground. "But I really didn't think anything about it," he added suddenly, looking up. "I just thought it was one of those habits, touching cloth, like Genma and his senbon. I really didn't think anything about it. Until Genma noticed, I just didn't think it was...anything..." His voice stalled under Aoba's stare.
"I don't whether to be relieved or mad," Aoba admitted suddenly.
"What exactly are you getting at, Yamashiro?" Iruka glared back, feeling his nerves start to fray. "Because it sounds like you're coming onto me."
Aoba glared back, his hand back on Iruka's jaw. "Stay still," he murmured as he turned his head and touched his lips to Iruka's.
As far as kisses go, this was just a peck. Two lips barely meeting and then it was over. Iruka hadn't even closed his eyes, and when Aoba pulled back and looked at him, he just stared back. "Nothing?" Aoba asked and Iruka shook his head back.
"Sorry, no."
"Me either." Aoba looked relieved for a bit, but didn't release Iruka. Instead, he pressed closer and kissed Iruka again, with more force, lingering a bit on the corner of Iruka's mouth.
Iruka's breath caught briefly and he felt his lips tingle a bit. Should he bite? Should he struggle? Or just hope Aoba had completed whatever strange research he was conducting?
Aoba's eyes were darker when he pulled back this time, his voice wavering. "Something?"
Iruka nodded, touching his lips with a hand briefly. "It tingles a little," he admitted, because it never occurred to him to lie about it. "Yamashiro, I don't think..."
He never got a chance to finish his sentence. Aoba kissed him again, deeply this time, his tongue slipping easily into Iruka's already open mouth. Iruka could feel the man's body pressed completely against his own, Aoba's hand entwined in his hair, the other stroking the sensitive skin just under his jaw. He could feel his own body starting to respond, breath quickening, and he tried to stop it but Aoba had such a hold on him he just couldn't think. His hands rose on their own, gripping Aoba's bare shoulders, to push him away or pull him closer, Iruka's hands hadn't decided. He felt a twitching in his groin but couldn't be sure if it was him or Aoba or both. Iruka felt a groan against his mouth and suddenly Aoba pushed away from him savagely, panting as he staggered back across the room, his face a confusion of rage and lust and surprise.
"It's you!" he yelled, still panting, pointing a finger at Iruka. "Stay the fuck away from me! There's something about YOU!"
Iruka stared back, completely confused and feeling a little bit used. "What do mean 'stay away from you'? I didn't come anywhere NEAR you. You're the one..."
Dropping his face into his hands, Aoba laughed weakly, nodding. "You're right. You're right! Just stay away from me." He stared sideways at Iruka, his face twisted into a grin, and Iruka thought it wouldn't be long until Aoba made jounin because he already had the crazy part down, and then some.
Aoba sat back against the wall, straddling the arm of the sofa, and laughed again. "It's gotta be you," he said again. "Maybe it's the hair, or the body, or something. I mean, you're practically a girl, so of course my body is getting confused or something."
"What do you mean?" Iruka asked softly, his eyes narrowed. "You just had your entire body pressed against mine. You KNOW I'm not a girl."
"Yeah, I know you're not REALLY a girl, but shit, Umino, everything about you screams 'girl'. The way you were teasing me last night - girl. The way you come over and apologize today - girl. Your lips are soft - like a girl. And trust me, even if we are practically the same size, our bodies are COMPLETELY different." Aoba scrubbed his eyes with his hands and laughed again. "And you just let me kiss you. Even the way you responded." He laughed again. "Like a girl."
Iruka counted to ten and waited. He took a deep breath and waited. "You know I got in a fight with a man last night for doing the same thing," he said finally, voice low.
"Really," Aoba sniffed. "What'd you do to him?"
"Bit him and stomped on his foot. Almost broke it, too."
Jumping off the couch with a whoop, Aoba began to pace excitedly, waving his arms. "You see? You see? You even FIGHT like a girl!" He stopped and leaned against the wall with one arm, still laughing. "No fucking wonder I'm responding to you like this!" He staggered closer to Iruka, wagging his finger. "It's not me," he panted. "It's you."
Iruka knew he had a temper. He knew it, and he took pains to control it. He was always ashamed when he lost it, even more so when it got physical because that meant words had failed. He had failed. And being called a 'girl' wasn't really bad. He been called worse. Except, in this case, being called a 'girl' was obviously the worst thing Aoba could think of. But that was Aoba's problem, not his. His logical mind told him all of this even as he snapped. In a heartbeat, Iruka had closed the distance between them, his right arm cocked. Aoba reacted instantly, blocking the punch easily, but never even considered the first punch might be a front. Not until Iruka's left hand smashed into his eye, forcing him to stagger backwards a few feet.
Iruka hadn't put much chakra into the punch, just enough so he wouldn't break his hand. Aoba wiped the small trickle of blood off of his face and laughed. "Fine," he said with a grin. "We can do it this way." He attacked, forcing Iruka to fend off a flurry of punches before one finally caught him on the jaw, sending him into a spin. Leaning into it, Iruka used its momentum to carry him around, surprising Aoba again with another punch, but it landed wide of its target, glancing off Aoba's nose instead of breaking it. Aoba kicked out, catching Iruka in the stomach, then spinning and catching Iruka's face with the flat of his hand. Iruka tried to stagger away even while his vision was swimming from the force of the blow, but Aoba had him by the hair, forcing him onto the ground and easily pinning him.
"Not bad," Aoba laughed, panting just a little from the sudden workout. "Maybe you're not such a complete girl after all."
"Fuck you! You slapped me!" Iruka spit out, shaking in anger. "You pulled my hair and fucking SLAPPED me!" His cheek was stinging, but his vision was finally clearing.
"Look you," Aoba hissed back, sitting heavily on Iruka's chest. "I've kissed Genma hundreds of times, just like that, and I felt nothing." He pushed his face closer, reiterating, "NO-THING!" He smiled, and laughed at the question in Iruka's eyes. "Yeah, some girls like to watch that kind of thing. It gets them hot. Whatever works, you know?" He fell silent for a moment. "And that's another thing. Genma is so fucking GENTLE with you! I've never SEEN him act like that with anyone. Wooing you and all that shit. I was floored when he told me they had agreed to stop seeing other people so they could see you. And then you fucking hold out on him for MONTHS. And he just lets you get away with it. Even when its causing fights and shit with Raido, they just do whatever you want."
Iruka stared back up, his eyes wide with shock. "You're lying! They never fight."
"Bullshit!" Aoba spat back. "Of course they fight. Loud, raging fights that go on for hours. They just don't do it around you, because poor sweet Iruka might get upset. Can't do anything because poor sweet little virgin Iruka wouldn't understand." Aoba laughed suddenly. "Heeeyyy, Genma said you guys were finally going to fuck. So, did you? I bet you didn't." His voice turned low and teasing.
Struggling briefly, Iruka realized he was well-pinned. He flushed and bit his lip, looking away. "That doesn't concern you, Yamashiro," he managed to stammer, closing his eyes against the older man's stare.
Aoba grinned wider, whooping again. "You DID! Wow, I would have lost money on that bet. So, how was it? I bet you're not even sore today. I bet Genma was so afraid to hurt you, he had to let Raido do it." Iruka looked up, but didn't speak, hoping his eyes would say it all.
Surprisingly, Aoba's face seem relieved, even relaxed. He sat back, using his hands to pin Iruka's arms instead of his knees. "That's good. Now that they've gotten the goods, it'll be over soon, and we can go back to picking up girls together. I tell you, Genma is SO GOOD at it, I swear he just snaps his fingers and they come running. I always get laid when I'm out with him."
Mind reeling, Iruka gave up and relaxed. Aoba's words were playing over and over again in his head. 'it'll be over soon'. 'it'll be over soon'. He felt his eyes prickle and squeezed them tightly, gasping for air.
"Get out." Aoba's voice was firm and final. "Get out now. I don't ever want to see you back here again."
Iruka stared up at him, confused. Aoba hadn't moved. How exactly was he supposed to leave?
"Bastard," Aoba growled again. "Get out of here!"
Struggling a bit, Iruka gasped out, "Get off of me and I will!" He could feel his voice breaking, and just how embarrassing would it be if he actually cried now?
Aoba chuckled and stood up, turning his back on Iruka in a deliberate insult. "Awww, poor thing. Go home and cry to your lovers, tell them mean ole Aoba hurt you, and I'm sure they'll be by later to kick my ass."
Stumbling to his feet, Iruka stuck his feet in his sandals, picked up his bag, and had the door open in one motion.
"Remember! Stay the hell away from me, Umino!" Aoba called as he slammed the door shut.
He wasn't sure where he was going or how he got there. He only knew he was walking. The words of his father rang in his ears - Don't cry, boys don't cry. Be a man, be strong. Don't cry. He ended up on Genma's doorstep, scrubbing at his eyes and breathing deeply. It's not true, he told himself. It's not true. I'll go inside and everything will be fine.
And then he heard the voices - loud, angry voices - from inside the apartment. He could hear the words distinctly, they were that loud. He slid down the wall to the ground, chin on his knees, and waited. A fight. It was true. And if that part was true, then maybe Aoba hadn't lied at all. He slammed his head back against the wall behind him, using the pain of it to keep himself under control. The fighting didn't stop, but now he heard his name. He heard it again, and again, and again. Sighing, he climbed to his feet, hand on the doorknob. It concerned him after all, even if he wasn't meant to know it. Iruka pushed open the door and walked inside.
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Read on to Chapter4 Pt2
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