FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch6 Pt3 (Pockyverse)

Mar 30, 2007 16:10



Title: What Genma Wanted Ch6 Pt3
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka
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: Nothing happens in this chapter. Nothing. They talk, and they talk, and they talk some more. I'm not trying to bore you to death, I promise, but Iruka won't shut up.
Still no beta. I'm tormenting myself enough as it is.

Summary: Um, still talking. Raido explains something about Genma, and Iruka tells a story.



"It's late," Iruka murmured. "We should probably get some sleep."

Genma sighed, glancing at Raido. "Not until you understand. After tonight, it's different now."

"And because it's different, it might end up a little ... differently." Raido didn't know how else to put it.

"So, friends for real this time?" Iruka asked gently.

Raido buried his head against Iruka's shoulder. "Friends for real this time," he answered.

"I know there's more that you wanted to talk about," Genma said.

"It's okay. It's a good start. And now that I know you're..."

"Serious," Genma answered. "We just finally realized you had been serious all along, and we weren't."

Iruka traced Genma's jaw gently. "I'm sorry," he said finally. "I know you meant it to be just fun, but..."

"Don't be. We should have known, should have figured out that you weren't... like that." Raido slid his hand under Iruka's shirt, palm sliding over smooth skin.

"But you two, you're still...like that, right?"

"Yeah, we are."

"So eventually...you'll want...someone else, because they're someone else?"

Genma chuckled, shaking his head. "We're different people, Iruka, so our reasons are different. But yes, eventually, we might want someone else too."

"But you have each other! That's what I don't understand." Iruka sat up, turning and looking down at them. "When I saw you...together, you looked at each other like no one else even existed." He picked at the sheet underneath them, watching his hands. "It's intense," he continued. "One day, I want to be able to look at someone like that, to feel that strongly about someone. I see that in Mizuki's eyes, when he talks about his fiancee. It's nice." He looked up again and frowned. "Okay, look, he's my friend. I don't like having to pretend like he doesn't exist just because you two don't like him."

"It's not that we don't like him, Iruka. He just, I don't know, gives me a weird vibe." Genma sat up, scratching the back of his neck.

Iruka laughed, patting Genma's leg. "Hey, if I can get along with Yamashiro, I think you and Raido can at least not freak out every time I mention Mizuki's name. Okay? I don't think I'm asking too much."

"Speaking of Aoba, why the hell did you ask me to kiss him?"

Looking down again, Iruka blushed and scratched at his nose. "I didn't believe him. Even after almost everything else he said turned out to be true, I couldn't believe that."

"Why not?" Raido asked, still lying on the bed.

"Because, I know how I feel when Genma kisses me," Iruka said softly, almost shyly. "I couldn't believe anyone else wouldn't feel the same."

Raido chuckled, "I told you. It's a freak-of-nature thing. It's like they're immune to each other. It's what makes them rather deadly when they're prowling together."

"I know," Iruka replied. "I could see it in their faces, when they were...done. There was nothing there. And when Yamashiro kissed me..." He shuddered again, covering his face.

"Not that again," Raido growled, sitting up and pouncing Iruka, pushing him back onto the bed. "We're not mad about that, Iruka."

Genma shook his head, leaning over and biting Iruka's ear gently. "Not at you, anyways."

"You had a physical reaction to a kiss, that's all," Raido shrugged, sitting up again.

"And part of it wasn't even the kiss at all." Genma smiled, pulling Iruka up to face him. "When you first kiss someone, or have sex, or whatever, part of the reaction is that it's new to you. It's intense because you've never done it before, or never with that person before.

"Is that why you...?"

Genma nodded, "That's why I fuck other people, yes. Plus, it can be fun."

"And you?" Iruka asked, turning to Raido.

"Um, my reasons are a little different from Genma's."

Genma lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"And, it's something better discussed in private." Raido leaned closer to Iruka, kissing him gently. "Take this off," he whispered, tugging on the shirt Iruka wore. "Not that you aren't hot in Genma's shirt, but I prefer bare skin." He smiled when he heard a weak chuckle from Genma.

Iruka tugged off the shirt and dropped it onto the floor, crawling back to his spot in the bed.

"You need to tell him what happened, Genma," Raido said softly as he returned to his own place on the bed.

Genma went rigid, his voice strained. "Can't," he choked out. "You tell him."

Raido pushed Iruka closer to Genma. "Stay next to him, but no sudden moves."

"You don't have to tell me anything," Iruka said, placing his head on Genma's chest. Genma's heart was hammering, and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly.

"Yeah, I do. It...explains a lot about what's going on between Genma and me. And you, now."

Genma's hands clutched Iruka's arms tightly. "It's okay," he whispered.

Iruka lay there, half on top of Genma, his hands gently stroking Genma's shoulders. Softly, slowly. He had a good idea of what Raido was going to tell him. All shinobi had some story, some mission that went horribly wrong, and they were all changed by it. Some had more than one. It affected how they lived, how they fought, and how they broke. Iruka had his own stories, things that had happened he didn't want to remember, but forgetting wasn't an option.

Raido began his story, of how Genma went on a reconnaisance mission. He spoke softly, clearly, without any change in his voice, as if it hadn't happened to the man lying in the bed next to him, but rather some stranger. He could feel himself tensing up and forced himself to relax. How Genma had been captured, his team unable to retrieve him and the mission parameters required they leave him behind. How he'd been tortured, tied, beaten, but not severely so; he was never truly hurt. Through it, Iruka kept up his slow, gentle touches, but he couldn't prevent the small gasps or tiny groans from escaping whenever Raido got to a particularly disturbing part, so he turned his mouth against Genma's chest, kissing the skin gently as well, hoping to muffle them a little.

It was an odd story, Iruka thought, nothing like the gruesome tales of torture he'd heard before. For one thing, Raido said they never asked Genma any questions, just tortured him. Iruka nearly asked the obvious question - why? Why bother to torture someone if you weren't going to ask questions? Why torture at all if they weren't even trying to hurt him badly?

Iruka couldn't stop the tears when he realized the answer, even before Raido got to that point. He kept kissing Genma's stomach, hands still gently moving over Genma as he spoke. "They were planning on taking Genma with them. They were going to break him slowly, and they wanted him..." Genma's hands clenched Iruka's arms even tighter and Iruka moved lower, his hands and mouth moving now to distract Genma as much as he was able.

"Yes," Raido confirmed. "While all this was happening, the base was being packed up. They planned to be long gone before a rescue team could arrive. And they almost made it."

He watched Genma carefully, Iruka's head and hands moving over his friend, and Raido relaxed. Genma considered Iruka inherently 'safe'. This type of distraction could work in a way Raido could never manage.

"The base was empty when the rescue teams arrived. It took them an hour to find a trace, and another to plan the pursuit." Raido stopped, breathing slowly and deeply to control his voice, his heart pounding when he thought how close they had come to losing Genma completely. "Fortunately, we had another team coming home from a mission. They came across a group of travelers who claimed they were meeting a ship. Our team was still in disguise, because obviously they were no longer in Fire Country."

"How did they find Genma?" Iruka asked quietly, then made a small noise, smiling when Genma groaned softly. Iruka did it again and Genma gasped now, his hands tugging gently at Iruka's hair.

"Iruka, I can't concentrate on the story if you do that," Genma complained.

"It's your story, Genma. You don't have to listen. You already know what happened," Iruka replied evenly, as if giving a man a blow job while listening to his best friend tell the story of his capture and torture was a common occurrence in the young man's life.

Genma nodded weakly, giving himself up to Iruka fully. Raido could tell his friend was still listening, but it was no longer tense and so in-the-moment.

"They found Genma because one of the men on the team knew him and recognized him. He told his team leader that the man they'd been told was ill, hence the trip, was actually a fellow Leaf Ninja. So the team delayed the boat, small acts of sabotage mostly, until the rescue teams arrived and confirmed Genma's identity. After that, it was easy to snag him and get the hell out of there."

Sighing, Iruka nodded. Obviously, Genma had been rescued eventually.

"But that's not the best part, Iruka," Raido laughed.

Iruka looked up, his hand replacing his mouth briefly. "I think the part where Genma comes home safely is the best part," he said seriously.

Raido saw Genma's mouth twitch upwards the tiniest bit, and he smiled to himself as well. He had to admit, when Iruka put it that way, he was absolutely right. "I meant, guess who recognized Genma?"

Giving a quizzical noise that made Genma arch, Iruka shrugged his shoulders.

"Aoba," Genma croaked. "Aoba recognized me and saved me."

Iruka started to laugh, and the vibrations combined with the relief at the ending of the story sent Genma over his edge. Iruka was still laughing, and Raido wondered how he managed to swallow and not choke, but he did. Once Genma was left panting, Iruka continued to laugh, crawling up Genma's body and nudging Genma with his nose. "Yamashiro? For real?"

Nodding, Genma pulled Iruka down, rolling with him until Iruka was pressed against Raido again. "Yeah, Aoba. I know, bizarre huh?"

"So that's why you're friends."

Genma nodded back. "That's why we're still friends."

"And that's why..." Iruka stopped, glancing over at Raido before he continued. "That's why you and Raido are the way you are when you're together?" His question was horribly convoluted because he didn't know how to say what he meant, even with the coarse words he'd learned from his friends. He tried again when he saw Genma's confused look. "I mean, Raido's bigger than you are, but you're the one who...and he just takes it."

Raido laughed when he realized what Iruka was trying to ask. "You want to know why Genma's on top."

Genma chuckled a little, nodding. "Yeah, that's part of it." His voice was a little unsteady when he continued. "Raido's stronger than I am, so it makes it easier for both of us if I'm on top. It's...safer."

"So that's why you let me...do that to you? Because you're stronger than I am and it's..."

"Safe," Genma finished, nodding again. "Look Iruka, it's not that I think you're a wimp or something..."

"It's okay," Iruka said gently, cupping Genma's jaw. "I understand what you meant. And it makes it even more...special, because now I know this about you." He kissed Genma then, hard. "Thanks for telling me."

Genma settled back against the bed, grinning. "You know, it's not like Raido has never done it to me."

"But how?" Iruka asked. He thought he understood, but obviously he didn't.

"Raido's style is different from mine. I like things fast, hard, and maybe a little rough."

"I remember," Iruka said, his voice strained.

Raido shook Iruka gently. "Did it bother you when you saw us that night? You seemed...upset by it."

"A little. At first because I thought you wanted to keep that between you two, because I had never seen it before. I figured that's why you weren't pushing me into it, because it was someting you two did, not with me." Iruka grinned, blushing slightly. "Obviously, by then, that wasn't the case. But it was intense, and a little scary, watching you. I couldn't believe you were just letting him do that. It looked like it hurt." Sighing, Iruka stared up at the ceiling. "If that's what it's really like, I don't think I'm ready."

"Iruka, it's different with everybody. Genma and I have been doing this a long time, and like he said, his style is different. And when we switch, my style is different, so the entire experience is different."

Genma chuckled, kicking Raido gently. "He likes things slow. It's still intense, but it's slow. That's why I can take it from him, because if his style was like mine, it would be too much like..."

"What happened before," Iruka said, finishing Genma's sentence for him. "What about me?"

"You have to have sex more than once to know that, Iruka. And it can change as you get older. And it depends on the person, too. I'm not the same way with Raido that I am with other people. And Raido's not the same either. And each time can be different as well."

Iruka closed his eyes, thinking. "It's complicated."

"Fuck yeah, it's complicated. That's why it's such a blast, too," Genma laughed.

"So, what about you Iruka? Any deep dark secrets we should know about?" Genma didn't expect an answer, so he was unprepared for the flash of pain across Iruka's face. "Iruka, I was kidding. I didn't expect..." He glanced over at Raido, concerned.

Raido was tired and he needed sleep, and Iruka had to get up even earlier than he did. All this talking had been great, he decided, just what they needed even if Iruka had all but dragged them into it. But if there was something in Iruka's past that could affect his present, they needed to know. "Okay, Iruka, now it's your turn. We want your life story."

"All of it?" Iruka said weakly, shaking his head. "It's really not that exciting."

"Just the important parts. We know your parents died in the Kyuubi attack when you were 11."

Iruka tensed slightly, then relaxed and nodded.

"And you were a total fuck-up at school for a while," Raido continued, managing to draw a weak laugh from Iruka.

"So when did you make genin?" Genma asked.

"13. Well, almost 13. They had spring exams in April then, and I passed, then turned 13 end of May."

"When did you make chunin?"

Iruka tensed up again and his voice was just as tight. "I had just turned 16. I passed in the summer test."

"Did something happen during the exam?" Raido asked, drawing Iruka tighter.

"No, not that time." Iruka shuddered then, and Genma caught Iruka's hands, holding them down.

"How many times did you take the exam?"

Iruka exhaled, trying to keep his voice steady. "Three times."

Genma asked again, able to see Iruka's face while Raido held him from behind. "What happened the first time?"

Relaxing, Iruka laughed. "It was awful. We were way out-classed. Taki ended up breaking his foot, so we were out by the second round."

"What kind of name is Taki?" Genma asked.

Iruka laughed again. "There were three of us - Ichiro, Takuya, and me. There weren't enough girls that year so we were an all-boy team. We always called Ichiro 'Ichi' because he was always the best at everything, and Hideo-sensei decided we all needed nicknames because..." Iruka stopped, thinking. "I don't know why, really. Either way, we became Ichi, Taki, and Ruki."

"Ruki?" Genma sniggered, laughing harder when Iruka elbowed him.

"It was better than 'Iri'," Iruka muttered back.

Raido inhaled, then asked his next question. "And the next time?"

"That was...bad," Iruka whispered.

"Tell us what happened," Genma said gently, kissing Iruka's hands.

"It was in Sand that year, and we were one of four teams chosen to go. Hideo-sensei expected us to pass that year." Iruka sighed, remembering his first jounin-sensei. "We made the trip to Sand, and it was really awful. I was hoping to go to Mist. I really hate the desert. Everything is just brown, and windy, and dry. Yuck, I really hated it there."

Raido chuckled, because Iruka's voice sounded like he imagined a 15-year-old Iruka would sound. It was cute, and he couldn't resist dropping a kiss onto Iruka's neck.

"We did fine on the first part. But the second part was kind of a mission thing through an obstacle course. This time, our team was told to deliver a scroll across a particular area, but we had to stay together. That was it - deliver the scroll. If the scroll is delivered and everyone arrives - we pass. If not - we fail. Of course, we had to stick to the course, because believe me, that was the first thing I asked." Iruka inhaled slowly. "It was a daytime mission, so we were hot and sweating. But we were doing okay. Until we got to the last leg."

"It was bad?" Raido asked.

"Not particularly, but it was tricky. And dangerous, because there were spike-traps all along the bottom. They had these poles stuck in the cliff faces, and you had to jump from one to the other. Below that were a series of thin wires, so if you fell, you had to be careful or you could get sliced up. And below that were the traps. A stronger ninja wouldn't have had a problem - he could have just jumped along the poles, or even walked the wires."

Iruka shuddered again, trying not to think ahead. "We made it about half-way when Ichi's pole shattered. He had the scroll, so I dived down and he tossed it to me, and I tossed it up to Taki. Ichi tried to grab the wire, but he missed, so he grabbed my hand and I was able to catch the wire with my other one."

"Iruka, don't those wires slice off fingers? I mean, these are the same wires, right?" Raido couldn't recall seeing those particular kinds of scars on Iruka's body.

"Yeah, the same, but if you use the right amount of chakra in your fingers, they won't cut. Not all the way through, anyway. Either way, I caught the wire, and Ichi was holding on, and Taku had the scroll, so we should have been fine. Except, when I caught the wire, Ichi's weight yanked my shoulder out of joint when I tried to swing him up."

Genma realized he was holding his breath once he realized where this story was going. Everyone knew the chunin exams could be dangerous, but he'd had no idea Iruka had this kind of story to tell. "And you let go," he said, his voice high.

"No, but I couldn't hold on very tightly anymore. Ichi let go. I don't know why. Maybe the shock of what happened to my arm, or the jolt, or the sweat from the heat. But he let go, and I...couldn't hold on by myself. He fell...and I could see him there, bleeding. And I couldn't get to him because I didn't have enough skill to land on those spikes without killing myself."

"I nearly did, you know," Iruka said softly. "When I saw him fall, my first instinct was to let go, that I had to protect Ichi somehow. But I hesitated because I couldn't think of how I could save him, and then it was too late. Soooo, there we were, Ichi is bleeding with a spike through his leg, I'm swinging from a wire with my right arm just about useless, and Taki has the scroll." He stopped then, his breathing shallow.

"What did you do?" Genma asked, holding his breath for real, hoping it didn't get any worse.

"What the hell could I do? I forfeited! I mean, yeah, technically I could have dropped to the spikes, and if it didn't kill me I could have picked up Ichi and climbed back up to Taki and we still could have passed. But I couldn't do it by myself. And yeah, in a real mission, if the scroll was all that mattered, Taki could have just skipped on over and delivered it. But the requirements were specific, and none of us could see how we could finish the exam, because Taki's climbing skills sucked, so he could have fallen too, and I just wasn't physically strong enough."

Iruka's voice had risen, not quite hysterically so, but it was clear this weighed heavily on his mind. "So I forfeited, and they came and got us. And Hideo-sensei just looked at us so seriously, for such a long time. And I felt like such a failure because I had given up, and Taki was mad, and Ichi was carried away on a stretcher! Hideo-sensei was really mad, because he kept saying we could have finished. And I knew he was right, we could have, if I had been willing to risk everybody's lives. But I wasn't."

Raido sighed. He knew exactly what Iruka's jounin-sensei meant, but he knew what Iruka was thinking as well.

"We spent an extra month there, waiting for Ichi to heal so we could leave. I spent most of that time in rehab."

"Why? Were you that badly injured?" Genma asked. So far, Iruka's injuries didn't seem that serious.

Iruka laughed. "I didn't think so, but when they relocated my shoulder, it pinched a nerve and my fingers kept going numb. I had to continue it even after we came back, so Hideo-sensei said it would be better for me to work on that, and they broke up our team. Ichi's leg never healed right, so he ended up leaving the village to do something else, and Taki was still pissed at me. Hideo-sensei went back to taking missions while I was down, but he died on a mission before I was ready to come back."

"Fuck, Iruka! That's just rotten luck!" Raido exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, it was hard. But it was weird, too. Because I didn't have a team, and I was still a genin, so I was kind of in limbo. But after the exam debriefing, they couldn't find a team for me. So they started sending me out as an extra with different teams.

"What kind of missions?" Genma asked carefully. "I mean, you're talking C and D missions right? Genin missions."

"Not, not just those. I did a bunch of B missions with older, established teams. I even did a handful of A missions whenever they needed a decoy. I hadn't hit my growth spurt yet, so I was still pretty small."

Raido went still again. "I'm surprised they sent a genin on A missions."

"I was too," Iruka said. "But, there weren't many of them, and they were only A-ranked because the possibility of discovery was so high."

"Did you have to kill people?" Genma asked, because even after all of this, he still couldn't picture Iruka as a killer.

"Um, not often. Only if our exits were blocked, or if..." Iruka went quiet again for a bit. "Or if the assassination didn't go as planned. That only happened once."

"You were sent on an assassination mission." Raido stared at Genma from around Iruka's head, trying to keep his voice even.

"Only as a decoy, or a diversion. Something like that."

"One day, Iruka, you're going to have to tell us the whole story," Genma said softly.

Iruka laughed weakly. "It's kind of embarrassing," he murmured.

"Why?" Raido demanded, wondering how Iruka could so blithely call such a mission 'embarrassing'.

"Because I don't remember the second half of it, after I...killed the man. Nara-san said I freaked out, and they had to drag me to safety. And I only heard about what happened when we got back to the village, because Nara-san told me."

'Nara-san' Raido mouthed to Genma. 'Ino-Shika-Cho'. Genma nodded back. Everybody had heard of them.

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Iruka fell asleep quickly after that. He would only have a few hours of sleep before he had to get up. Raido was still awake, his hand stroking Iruka's back gently. They had turned the light off finally, so the room was dark.

"You need to sleep, Raido."

"Can't," Raido replied. "I keep thinking. Genma, we've never just sat up and talked like that, have we?"

Genma shook his head. "Nope, and if weren't for Iruka, we never would have."

"It's nice," Raido said. "We should do this more often." He chuckled softly. "I never thought I would hear myself say that." He resumed his soft exploration of Iruka's back, pensive. "Do you think he understands now?"

"I think so," Genma nodded back. "And now we've just got to follow through on all of it."

"I'll talk to him while you're gone," Raido promised.

Genma sighed. It bugged the hell out of him that Raido couldn't talk to him about this one thing. It really bugged him that because of it Raido had to basically sit on his impulses, and Raido never complained, not even once. Maybe one day Genma could just 'get over it', but he wasn't holding his breath. It had been what, seven years? There was a small piece of hope, though. This was the first time he didn't feel his chest tighten when he thought about it, that he had been able to sit through the story without curling up in a ball. Of course, it would have been hard to do that with Iruka plastered against his chest. He sighed again, thinking about how different things were with Iruka around.

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Read on to Chapter7 Pt1
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A/N: This chapter was a bitch to write. It took too long, and the ending sucks. Nothing really happens, it's all talking, and I think I liked Iruka better when he was beating the crap out of people. I finally just tossed it up and said 'OK, I'm done!'. Maybe one day I'll rewrite it to make it better.

And just in case you're interested, here's an entire page on Iruka's timeline, and just what I've done to it. And why. Not important, so you can skip if you want.

genma, pockyverse, raido, naruto, fanfic, iruka, genrai

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