FIC: Serpent Returns (Serpent)
Title: Serpent Returns
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Genma/Iruka
Genre: um, PWP? and all that it implies
Rating: NC17, but not by much
Warnings: um, PWP
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride.
A/N: inspired by drelfina's fic Mission Nerves, so I guess it serves as a continuation?
Summary: Iruka kind of searches for the Serpent. He shows up one night in an alley. (Because drelfina likes the idea of Genma pushing Iruka up against a wall).
Iruka would have been lying if he said he didn't spend the next few days closely examining every face he came across during his day. Even as days turned to weeks, and weeks to a month, and his lungs returned to normal, Iruka was keenly aware the Serpent could show up at any time. After three months, however, Iruka relaxed his vigil. Either something had happened to the man, or he was deliberately keeping a low profile. Iruka spent his days and nights as he always did, so Wednesday night found him at a bar, after dark, sharing complaints with his Academy colleagues. The mid-week BitchFest kept them sane, but it also kept their weekends open for a personal life. That was the theory anyway - so far Iruka hadn't had much luck in that area.
He was standing near the bar, trying to order another round because their waitress had been too busy flirting with her boyfriend to come by. The back of Iruka's neck prickled, sending shocks down his spine. The memories of a man's fingers pressed inside of him, moving despite the presence of their pursuers mere feet away, flooded his mind and he gasped, his face going crimson in response. He looked around, desperate to find what had triggered the sensory deluge, but saw only random faces of other bar patrons, none familiar. Stumbling back to the table, his breathing unsteady, Iruka sank down into his seat with a groan.
"Hey, man, I think you've had enough," Ushio-sensei offered, a steadying hand on Iruka's shoulder. "Your face is all red."
Iruka nodded, standing up again. "I think you're right. Guess I better call it a night."
He left the bar quickly after assuring his colleagues he could make it home on his own. He ran for four blocks before he stopped, hoping the distance alone would clear his head. Leaning against a brick wall of a nearby building, hidden from view of the street, he struggled to catch his breath, panting a little too hard for such a short run. His neck prickled again and Iruka gasped when the face he remembered stepped in front if him, arms of either side of his, pinning him in place with a grin. "You," he exhaled, then bit his lip because it really was such a dumb thing to say.
"How did you know I was there?" the man asked, his face calm.
"I don't know. I just felt something. Familiar."
Nose twitching, Iruka cocked his head, then suddenly grabbed the man, burying his nose against a smooth neck, unaware or uncaring of how close the senbon had come to his eye, or that his movement might have been construed as an attack. Familiar. Plants. Grass. Trees. His hand curled into the man's hair, and he remembered again it was soft and silky and fine-textured, and it smelled of plants as well. His nose moved down and he pulled the man's vest closer. Something different. "Camphor," he said, inhaling deeply. "A camphor tree." He looked up at the man's face, astonished. "You were there recently? At the same place?"
The man pressed forward, their bodies touching now as he bent to whisper against Iruka's ear. "You have sharp senses, Iruka-sensei." Iruka's breath caught as the man pushed against him again, half of him embarrassed because he was rock hard already, and wasn't that just a little needy, and the other half embarrassed because if the man continued to move like that, he would come on the spot, again, and that would be pathetic.
"Shiranui Genma."
"Huh?" Iruka hoped he didn't sound as stupid as he felt.
The man chuckled. "My name. Shiranui Genma."
"Oh," Iruka nodded. "Umino Iruka."
The man - Shiranui - pulled back and laughed again. "I know."
Iruka flinched a bit at that, because of course the man - Shiranui - knew his name already. He'd said it that day.
Genma lifted his head and stared up at the roof of the building, listening. "Shit. Time never seems to be on our side." He unzipped his vest and stuck his senbon through the fabric before he reached over and unzipped Iruka's vest as well. "I had hoped to do this properly next time, but opportunity and all," he quipped before crushing his mouth against Iruka's.
Iruka responded in kind, just as he had before. Hands moved rougly, pulling shirts up and roaming exposed skin. Unbuttoning pants and pushing down briefs just enough. Mouths swallowing pants and groans, nipping and sucking, tongues seeking each other and twining together. Bodies pulled and pushed tightly, one of Iruka's legs curled around Genma's calf, rubbing lightly.
Genma pulled back just a little, shuddering when Iruka's hand ghosted over a newly-healed scar on his back. "Do you have something slippery?" he choked, irritated he had been caught unprepared.
Iruka's eyes clouded in confusion for a second, then he shook his head. "Sorry, no. I didn't think..."
Genma grinned back, grinding his hips against Iruka's, making them both arch. "Of course you wouldn't. Spit'll have to do, then."
He held his hand in front of his face, but Iruka had finally caught on. Pulling Genma's hand to his mouth, he licked the man's palm, wrist to finger, in one swipe. He couldn't hide the smile when he saw Genma's mouth drop open just a bit, for just a second. Genma caught Iruka's hand and did the same thing, moaning softly when Iruka swished his tongue in a circle gently. "One day, I'm going to put that naughty tongue of yours to a better use," he promised Iruka, nipping at an earlobe.
Hand wet now, Genma thrust it between their bodies, coating Iruka's cock as best he could, and Iruka did the same.
"I'm sorry. I wish we had more time," Genma said again before he began to move, cock sliding against cock, hand linked with Iruka's to keep them in place. Iruka sucked then bit lightly at Genma's lip, encouraging the man to open his mouth again so their tongues could meet as well.
"Fuck," Genma breathed once, and Iruka took the opportunity to add his own commentary.
"Close," he whispered, struggling to keep his voice down. With this many shinobi in one place, Iruka didn't fool himself into thinking nobody knew they were there or what they were doing, but he didn't want to draw any more attention than necessary.
He moved his hand over Genma's cock, rubbing against the sensitive tip, smearing the warm liquid there between them. Genma thrust again, seeking more friction, and Iruka thrust back, providing it. He wished he could pull back and watch, but their mouths were melded together, almost but not quite one body.
Then Genma made a 'ngh' against Iruka's mouth and Iruka felt him shudder as wet heat spurted between them. Iruka's body exploded in response and it was every bit as intense as it had been that day. He did feel some satisfaction that Genma finished first.
They continued to move, slowly, drawing every bit of sensation out as long as they could before they fell on each other's necks, panting. "I really have to go before they come looking for me," Genma said regretfully. He pulled back and stared down. "Damn, what a mess."
Iruka shook his head, trying to get his vision to clear. "Do you mind?" Genma asked, and Iruka shook his head again.
"No. Here. Let me." He pulled Genma closer and used the hem of his shirt to clean the man off as well as he could.
"Yeah, well, some of us can go home and shower," Genma answered with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Iruka smiled. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just let it dry so I can relive the moment when I wake up."
He looked down, a little bit shocked by his own admission. Genma stared at him before kissing him again, softly.
"Iruka-sensei, you seem like a nice enough guy. I don't think I'd mind wooing you a little." He laughed as he righted his clothes, senbon already in his mouth. "I'm free Saturday."
Iruka nodded, still a little woozy. "I get off at 4, so sometime after 5?"
Genma grinned and stepped back. "Sounds like a date."
He started to turn as Iruka struggled with his own clothes, but turned back again. Bending down over Iruka's ear again, he licked the outer shell quickly, chuckling at Iruka's hastily-smothered gasp. "Technically, that'll be our third date," he whispered wickedly. "Don't make any plans for Sunday morning."
He gave a jaunty wave, then jumped up to the rooftop, off to whatever or whoever was waiting.
Iruka finally managed to get his pants fastened and vest zipped. He made it home without incident, dumping the vest on the floor and crawling on top of his bed fully clothed. He was asleep before he could even think about what happened. When he woke up the next morning, however, he could smell Genma on his clothes - plants, camphor, and sex. Iruka had to take an extra-long shower that morning. He was only a few minutes late to class.
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Sequel: Date with a Serpent Pt1
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A/N: it's still drelfina's fault. mostly.