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[paintbythesea]

Who: Mizuki and Iruka
What: Cookies, fetish talk, and omg shower!sex (what?). OH YES AND MIZUKI SURPRISING THE HELL OUT OF US ALL.
When: Uhh...the same day as the Izumo and Iruka log >_>''
Where: Mizuki's apartment
Warnings: Mizuki being...Mizuki. And sex. Mmmmm, sex.

Iruka was glad to be back inside the warmth of the apartment complex - it had been a rather long walk home, carrying groceries and the plate of cookies he'd received from Izumo that day. He dropped off the groceries quickly before heading back out of his apartment and down the hall to Mizuki's - there were cookies to be shared after all.

He knocked on the door of Mizuki's apartment, one hand holding the plate of the cookies.

Mizuki had been reading today, after painting a little. It was less...twisted...than what he usually did - perhaps this relationship was a good thing.

He set the book down on the coffee table, walking to the door as he raked his hair back with his hand. Said hand opened the door, to find Iruka there.

With cookies.

"Hey," he greeted, stepping back to let the other in.

"Hey," Iruka said back, smiling - his face was still ruddy from the cold, and he stepped inside, slipping his shoes off. "What's up? I brought cookies." He offered up the plate.

"I noticed. Been baking?" He quipped, taking the plate from the other, glancing at the apartment.

Ah, it had been in worse states.

Iruka didn't really care about the state of Mizuki's apartment (much - as long as he could walk through it without a problem), though he'd help clean if Mizuki asked. "Ahah, no, actually. I was out running an errand and ran into one of our coworkers, Kamizuki Izumo - you know, one of the culinary teacheres. He gave them to me. Apparently he and the other culinary teacher always bake too much around Christmastime."

"Ah." Nothing else to say really. He knew vaguely of Izumo, he was married to the other teacher, wasn't he?

The apartment was walkable, the tables were a -little- full, however.

"He's pretty nice, actually, if not a bit...weird. We had coffee." Iruka eyed the tables with a raised eyebrow, but opted not to say anything (for now). "He's taken to calling me senpai, apparently..."

"Mmm? Really?" Mizuki grinned, somewhat amused. "I don't think I like you being another man's superior. I was quite content to be the only one hissing sensei and senpai into your ear..."

Iruka flushed, though he was still smiling. "It's not like that...besides, you're older than me anyhow..."

Mizuki smirked a little, it was so easy to make Iruka blush. "Ah, well. I don't have to worry about you having affairs then?"

"Of course not." Iruka snorted. (He'd never - ) "What, I can't make friends without you worrying about me sleeping with them, then?"

"I'm just messing..." He teased, moving behind Iruka and wrapping his arms around the other.

"You love me too much to do that." He said, laughing.

"Hah..." Iruka rested his head back against Mizuki's shoulder, smiling though still flushed. "Well, I sure as hell wouldn't throw away a relationship and our friendship like that..."

"So how about we try those cookies, then?" Mizuki asked, abruptly steering the conversation from anything too deep.

"Hm? Oh - yeah, sure." Iruka pulled away from Mizuki, going to put the cookies on the table - but there was no room.

"...Mizuki, what is all this stuff?"

"Eh, just things I've forgotten to move." Paints, magazines, newspapers...anything really (anything but those sex toys...)

Iruka attempted to push some of the stuff off to the side a bit so he at least had room for the plate. "You need to clean or something, Mizuki. How do you eat? ...Where do you eat?"

Mizuki pulled a cookie off of the plate, taking a bite and moaning his approval. Melt-in-your-mouth good.

"On the couch, usually," He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Iruka raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just moan after eating that cookie?"

Mizuki blushed, swearing under his breath.

"So? It's a good cookie."

Iruka tried not to smirk as Mizuki's face colored slightly - he didn't do so well, unfortunately. "I'm sure...or do you have some sort of hidden cookie fetish I should know about?"

"Well, it -does- have chocolate..." He said, trailing off.

"...You have a chocolate fetish?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Errm - me, for one." Iruka raised an eyebrow. "Unless I have one and I don't know about it, but that's a bit doubtful, don't you think?"

"So...what fetish -do- you have?" Mizuki asked, grinning.

It was Iruka's turn to flush. "Who says I have any?" he said, a bit hotly.

"I think everyone does." 'Or they're rather dull...' he added to himself.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. So. What is yours?" He purred, leaning into Iruka.

Iruka leaned back slightly, looking rather perturbed.

"I told you. I don't have a weird kink."

"Well, it doesn't really have to be weird. Chocolate isn't weird."

"I suppose that depends on how you use it as a kink..."

"Mmm..." He stopped, realising Iruka was trying to change the subject.

"Is it really that...freaky? Is that why you won't say?"

Iruka gave him a wary look. "What? What - no! I don't have one...."

"Boring, are we?" He teased.

"I am not boring," Iruka said hotly.

"So, you have a fetish?" He said. The two had to co-incide, as far as Mizuki was concerned.

"Sex doesn't have to be kinky to be exciting," Iruka said flatly, and then, after a moment, he added, "you didn't seem terribly bored the other day..."

"A fetish doesn't have to be kinky," he countered. "It's just something you're particularly enamoured by."

"Well, maybe I just like sex with you. Does that count as a fetish?"

"Nothing in particular? I want to make you melt next time we fuck."

(If Mizuki kept talking dirty like that - )

Iruka turned a bit redder. "You're doing fine as it is," he muttered. "You don't need to, um...you know. Throw anything else in..."

"Aww," Mizuki looked put out, "that's a little disappointing..."

"What? How? How can you be disappointed that I enjoy sex as it is?"

Mizuki pouted, but then shrugged. "Well, can I see how you feel about chocolate, then?"

"Um..." Iruka swallowed. "...How so?"

The only response to that was a devillish grin and for the other to back away, taking another cookie from the plate.

Iruka looked at him warily.

"...What are you going to do?"

"You'll find out sometime..." Mizuki replied, in between taking bites of the cookie, letting the delectable food send orgasmic shudders down his body.

Iruka shifted slightly, and tugged at his collar. "Stop that," he muttered.

Mizuki ignored the comment and finished the cookie, licking the melted chocolate off of each of his fingers with closed eyes and a blissful look on his face.

Iruka gave him a slightly flat look despite the blush on his face. "If you're just going to sit there and just...masturbate with cookies I'm going back to my apartment."

Glancing to the plate of cookies, and then to Iruka, he shrugged. "Personally, I think -you're- more delicious to masturbate with."

Iruka's face turned an interesting shade of scarlet, and he muttered something embarassedly under his breath.

"Are you quite done with the cookies?"

"Oh? Mmm, yeah, sure. You want one?"

Iruka eyed the plate of cookies with something close to mistrust. "You know, actually, I think I'm good."

"Alright. So, back to business." Mizuki grinned, leaning back into Iruka. "What. Is. Your. Kink?"

Iruka's lips twitched slightly. "I told you, I don't. Have. One."

"Mmmhmm, sure..." Mizuki pressed his lips to the other's. "I'll just have to find it out..."

Iruka pulled back slightly, after a moment, looking skeptical. "How do you plan on doing that, exactly?"

"Well...we have free time...and we need to keep warm. It's rather cold outside..."

Iruka coughed loudly.

"Please tell me you are not suggesting sex outside!"

"Wherever I need to be to find out your kink." He replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"You know, I really don't think I want to catch pneumonia, thanks."

"So, indoors then? Where? By the window, in a cupboard, on the lift up to our apartment?"

Oh, good lord - Mizuki was really and honestly determined about this. Iruka pulled back. (Just listening to it made him feel dirty.)

"You know what? I'm going to back to my apartment. I need a shower."

"I have a shower, if you want." Mizuki suggested, grin faded.

"Clean clothes are at my apartment, though."

"We are the same size..."

Iruka raised an eyebrow. "Uh, well, if you really don't mind me borrowing your clothes for an evening, then sure." He honestly didn't see what the big deal was, but hey.

"So, how would you feel about this being our apartment?"

Iruka stopped where he was, about to move, and stared.

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, we were going to do it a while back, as friends..." Mizuki started. "So, why not?"

What? Wait. As friends and as boyfriends were entirely different things. (Very, very, very, very different things, as far as Iruka was concerned.) He knitted his brow slightly. "Are you serious...?"

"It's less for both of us to pay on rent..."

Was that the only reason he was doing it, then...?

"Well, I, uh..." Iruka scratched his nose lightly. "Um...it's kind of a big deal, don't you think?"

"Things are a big deal, only if you make a big deal out of things." He replied, looking at Iruka.

"Well, I...what I meant to say is...this isn't really a decision you make lightly, I don't think..."

For once, Mizuki seemed a little more serious than usual, and he kept the gaze of the other. "We spend enough time together..."

"Well - yes..." Iruka rubbed his forehead. "You've actually thought about this, haven't you?"

Mizuki crouched down a little. "Mmmhmm..."

Well - that was a bit of a change from the norm. It was, admittedly, a bit of a frightening idea to move in with someone so soon after starting to date them, but - it was Mizuki, and they'd known each other for years...

But it was still rather fast. Iruka glanced at Mizuki.

"Think I can at least have the shower to think it over...?"

"Of course."

Iruka nodded. "Thanks. I'm just, ah - I'm gonna go shower real quick." He headed for Mizuki's bathroom, making sure there was a towel in there - there was - before shutting the door and pulling off his clothes. Oh, he needed a nice warm shower to mull things over.

Mizuki pulled out a chair, slipping into it.

Maybe it was a bit fast, but they could handle it...right?

(Of course they could - Iruka just needed to think.) He folded his clothes off to the side neatly and pulled out his hair tie. He turned on the shower, stepping into it once it was warm enough, and sighed in relief as the hot water washed over his body. Ahh, this was what he'd been needing.

Closing his eyes, Mizuki ran his hand through his hair, stretching out on the chair. He didn't know exactly -why- he thought it was a good idea, but they spent enough time around each other...they may as well...right?

Iruka shook some wet hair away from his face, reaching for the shampoo. He was really quite pleased that Mizuki had asked him, but...was he ready? He didn't want to disappoint Mizuki by saying no, and really...they'd known each other for years...

Wondering a little why Iruka was taking just so long (or at least, it seemed that way - in truth, Mizuki took a whole lot longer in the shower) - Mizuki smirked as all serious thoughts were forgotten.

He opened the door a creak, just to see if Iruka would notice, and looked in.

Iruka didn't notice - too lost in thought and the sound of rushing water to pay much attention to anything. He rinsed the shampoo from his hair, letting it run down his skin, and rested his head against the shower wall thoughtfully for a moment before reaching for the conditioner.

Damnit. This voyuerism was an instant hard-on.

Mizuki sneaked into the bathroom, slipping out of his clothes as quickly as possible before moving into the shower, his lips searching out Iruka's.

Iruka let out an undignified and startled yelp as Mizuki slipped into the shower, and he backed up slightly. "Mizuki, what the hell - ?!"

Mizuki grinned as Iruka's surprise led to his advantage and he pulled the other close, kissing him hard.

"Mmmh - " Wasn't he supposed to take this time to think? The hell if Iruka could think about anything when Mizuki was kissing him like this, and - oh, god, was he actually turned on by this?

If anything, the grin on Mizuki's face widened when he realised. Oh yes, he was a smart one. There was no denying that. At least, not in his own opinion (who said egotistical?)

His tongue slid over Iruka's, body pressed against the other's, slippery due to the water.

Oh, good lord in heaven - Mizuki was all wet, hell, they were both wet, and it was quite literally the steamiest scene Iruka had ever found himself in and he couldn't believe how hot it was - for lack of a better word. He groaned quietly into Mizuki's mouth, barely audible over the running water, and he reached an arm around the other man, fingertips sliding over wet skin.

Perhaps inaudible, but the groan rolled through Mizuki's mouth, making him shudder in delight as his fingers trailed down Iruka's chest, memorising every part of it.

Iruka pressed against Mizuki, his growing erection sliding against the other's, and he kissed Mizuki back with surprising headiness. The fingertips on his chest sent faint shivers down his spine - an altogether pleasant situation.

The water rained down on Mizuki, hair clinging to his skin as he felt their bodies slip against one another, making him tingle with delight as he gasped quietly into the kiss, when Iruka's erection slid over a particularly sensitive area of his own.

Iruka had honestly been unaware that it could really get any more sensual than doing it on a bed, but he had clearly been wrong.

Very, very wrong.

He felt his legs buckle underneath him as a shock of pleasure seared through his groin. Ohh, my - he wasn't going to be able to stay standing for long.

Mizuki's arms looped around Iruka, holding him tightly, as he broke the kiss. "I think we've found your fetish..." He murmured.

If Iruka's face hadn't already been red, then it most certainly was now. "What - no. No."

"Well," he muttered, as his lips trailed a path down Iruka's body, "You've never reacted that quickly before."

"Well, I - " Iruka faltered, shivering slightly. "That doesn't mean I...nh...have a fetish..."

Mizuki could taste the soap on Iruka as he nipped the tan skin of the other's lower stomach. His fingers curled around the erected flesh below his lips, squeezing -ever- so gently.

"Nngh - " Iruka groaned, sucking in a shaky breath, and his eyelids fluttered. (He just couldn't - oh, he needed a wall, a ledge, a something - his legs were not going to hold him up much longer.)

Mizuki's lips pressed against the damp, swollen head, sucking and kissing at it, moaning ever so quietly onto the flesh.

"Haah - " Iruka's legs were all but shaking, and he grasped for some sort of purchase. "Ngh - Mizuki..."

Mizuki's fingers left Iruka's erection, running over the teacher's thighs as he took a little more of the hardened flesh in his mouth.

Iruka leaned against the side wall, trying not to let himself sink lower but oh god he never thought that getting head in the shower would be this good. He let out one long, loud, throaty moan, wet hair clinging to face and neck.

Smirking, as best as was possible with an erected penis in your mouth, Mizuki moaned onto the flesh, possibly murmuring something - but it was hard to tell.

His tongue lapped against the underside, one hand moving to play with Iruka's balls as he suppressed gag reflexes to take in more.

Iruka slipped a little lower against the wall, moaning. "Ahh - Mizuki..." He shuddered as a tremor of pleasure wracked his lower body before shivering up his spine.

The warm water left Mizuki's skin slightly reddened and he groaned into the flesh as he sucked on the erection. Long, firm sucks...

Iruka's hand left his side, searching out Mizuki's wet hair, and tangled his fingers in the other man's hair. His voice steadily rose, panting, groaning, uttering Mizuki's name.

Mizuki's eyes slid shut, mouth working purely on instinct and what he could hear as his hands gripped Iruka's hips tightly, the wetness of it all making it a lot harder.

It wasn't much longer after that Iruka came with a loud cry, his fingers tightening in Mizuki's hair. "Aahh - " His eyelids fluttered, and he couldn't hold himself up any longer. He slid down the wall, groaning quietly.

Though Mizuki managed to retain his composure to swallow a little of the come, he needed to breathe properly and broke away, his face becoming covered in the creamy substance.

Iruka sank to his knees, hardly registering anything but the pleasant buzz in his mind in the afterglow. "Haaa..." He thought that maybe he should turn off the shower, but...

Well, if nothing else, the shower cleaned Mizuki's face, and he tilted his head upwards, water spraying down on him, over his face and hair.

Iruka managed to lift his head and glance at Mizuki, trying to catch his breath - the thick, steamy air wasn't really helping. "Haa...Mizuki...?"

"Mm?" He asked quietly as the last of the come washed off of his face, gripping the wall as he steadied himself and stood up, brushing his soaked hair back.

"That..." Iruka swallowed, trying to make his pounding heart steady. "That doesn't count..."

"Oh...really?"

"I - I meant...it'snot..." Iruka rested his head against the shower wall;he felt a bit dizzy. "It doesn't count as a fetish."

"Hmm? I don't think I've ever seen you so aroused, though." Mizuki knelt back down, next to the other, tilting his head to get a better look at Iruka.

"Yeah, well - you're just..." Iruka rubbed his forehead. "Maybe you're just good at blowjobs," he muttered.

"Why thank you," he replied, grinning and pressing his lips on the side of Iruka's.

Iruka flushed a little. "So it doesn't count, then."

"Well that's a shame. I was going to jump you in the shower more often if it was." Mizuki wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist, pecking kisses over his boyfriend.

"Nnh..." Iruka let himself be kissed, resting against the shower wall. "Well - I, no, I don't mind, but there's...it's not a fetish."

"Ahhh, alright..."

Iruka drew in a breath. "I should turn off the shower...."

"Probably." Mizuki glanced at his palm, it was beginning to prune.

Iruka reached up and turned the faucet until the shower was off. "Whew...ahh, man." He was drained now. "Hey, Mizuki...think I could borrow some of your clothes, like you said?"

"Of course." He replied, stepping out of the shower and pulling out two towels.

"Thanks..." Iruka got up, taking one of the towels and drying himself off. He wrapped it around his waist, flicking away a piece of hair. "Mmmh. Kinda sleepy now."

Rubbing his hair with the towel, Mizuki walked into the main part of his apartment, completely naked (and still rather wet).

Iruka followed, stretching, assuming that Mizuki would lead him to clothes - because, damn, it was cold.

Going into his wardrobe, Mizuki opened it, pulling out a tshirt and jeans and throwing them to Iruka. The small towel he was using to dry his hair was wrapped around his hips, though barely covering anything substantial.

Iruka pulled on the t-shirt and jeans hurriedly, shivering, and flopped onto Mizuki's bed, where he promptly curled up. He reached for the covers - mm, he needed something warm.

Was that a yes?

Mizuki smiled a little, to himself, walking back into the bathroom with the now-wet towels.

Iruka let his eyes slide closed as he snuggled against one of Mizuki's pillows - mm, Mizuki really did have a comfortable bed...

Folding the towels on top of the radiator, Mizuki opened the bathroom window to let the steam out before walking out of the small room.

He padded back to the bedroom, pulling out some boxers from a drawer and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Iruka opened one eye as he felt the added weight onto the bed. "Mmh. Finally decided to put clothes on, I see."

"I suppose." He replied with a grin, looking over at Iruka.

"You'll catch a cold or something, walking around starkers like that." Iruka yawned.

"Then you'll just have to be my nurse, won't you?" Mizuki suggested with a slight arch of his brows.

Iruka raised an eyebrow in response. "Was that supposed to be some sort of kinky suggestion?"

"Always." Was the response from Mizuki as he moved closer to Iruka, smirking.

"Your mind is always in the gutter." Iruka snuggled against the pillow. "Besides, sex with a sick person isn't that fun."

"I can't help it. It gives me the most -delicious- images of you." Mizuki purred, sliding up close to the other.

"Mmmff." Iruka buried his face in the pillow. "You'll have to just hold onto those images, then, 'cause I'm sleepy..."

"Fiiine." He pouted, sliding off the bed.

"I'm hungry anyway."

"Me too, actually...can you bring me something to eat? I'm nice and warm here."

"Lazy." He replied, sticking out his tongue. "What do you want?"

"Anything, really."

-Helpful, aren't you?- Mizuki thought dryly, rolling his eyes when his back was to Iruka and walking into the kitchen.

What was there?

Iruka settled back into the bed, closing his eyes and smiling. Ahh, he still hadn't really given Mizuki his answer yet, but...

Mizuki pulled out a few fruits, some milk and bread - which he put in the toaster.

He wondered briefly, if he had been too quick to ask.

(It had been a bit quick - but Mizuki had asked...) Iruka stretched out. Well - he could get used to sleeping in this bed...

The toast popped up and Mizuki pulled it out, buttering the two slices and placing the entire bunch on a tray and carried it into the bedroom.

Iruka sat up as Mizuki entered, smiling. "Hey, thanks."

"No problem," Mizuki replied with a smile, sliding onto the bed and placing the tray on Iruka's lap.

Iruka leaned over to drop him a kiss on the cheek as added thanks, reaching for a piece of fruit.

Mizuki's face blanked at that moment, but he seemed otherwise relaxed, taking his slice of toast.

Should he ask?

Iruka munched on his fruit contently, leaning agianst the headboard (and a little towards Mizuki). He wasn't sure what to say - but not saying anything at all seemed okay, too.

"So...about what I said earlier..." What was he going to say anyway? He wasn't sure...

"Ah...you mean...about moving in with you...?"

"Mmm." Mizuki replied between small bites of toast.

"Well, I mean..." Iruka cocked his head to the side. "I think...you're right. I think it could work. So..." He smiled at Mizuki. "Yes."

Mizuki looked - relieved? happy? - when Iruka said yes and broke out into a wide smile. "Good."

"Besides," Iruka added, "it'll be...fun. Interesting, you know? I mean...we'll probably get to know each other a lot better that way, too. We've been best friends for years, but hell, I never knew until today you had a chocolate fetish."

"Yes. Maybe I will discover your fetish." He retorted with a grin.

"I told you, I don't have a fetish."

"Mmmhmm...But we'll save -that- for later." Mizuki took a segment of orange, swallowing it in one.

Iruka raised an eyebrow. "Right."

Mizuki finished off all the food he could, and drank his milk.

He slipped down into the covers, stretching. Mmm, cozy.

Iruka put his tray off to the side, sliding down next to Mizuki, and he curled up next to him. "Mm."

Eyes heavy, Mizuki yawned, closing his eyes and curling up in the bed.

Iruka slipped an arm over Mizuki's waist, closing his eyes, and he yawned as well. (They were so contagious.) He made a few more quiet, contented noises, and snuggled up against Mizuki. (Mm, naps. Warm.)