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Who: Mizuki and Izumo
Where: Culinary Arts Classroom
What: Girl-talk.
When: Lunchtime today
Warnings: Girl-talk = sex talk.
Also, Mods, WTF NO MIZUKI TAG. XD Or Girl!talk tag. >.>;
Mizuki stretched as he walked out of the art room. He needed food. The cafeteria was open, but whether he'd the stomach to suffer that food was debatable.
Bypassing some of the other classrooms, he stopped when he saw the Culinary Arts one. Hmm...they had food. Or at least, they should.
He pushed open the door and stepped in.
"Ossu!" said Izumo, not looking up. "You back Ko--Oh. Hey. Mizuki-sensei, right?" Izumo smiled at the teacher walking in the door. He closed his book of notes. "Want some coffee?"
"Ah. I didn't think anyone would be in here, but coffee would be nice." He was just going to steal off with some food, but if coffee was coming too, that would be fine.
Izumo went to the cupboard, and picked out mugs, and then poured some coffee. "It's good coffee today," said Izumo. "I brought some of my stuff from home cause I didn't have time to make coffee this morning. .. Anyway, enjoy." He handed Mizuki a mug. "So, what can I do for you?"
"Thank you. I was actually going to steal some food, my stomach doesn't enjoy the cafeteria's selection." He explained, wrapping his hands around the mug with a smile.
"Ohhh," said Izumo. "Well. .. hmm. We've got a lot of ingredients. . . . well. I could make you an egg sandwich? I havn't made any real food lately, and the dessert stuff is for classes. . . but we've got bread and eggs and cheese."
"Oh, that sounds great." He replied, smiling again as he took a sip of the brew.
Izumo grabbed some eggs and a frying pan, and put bread in the toaster.
"So, you're one of the art teachers, eh?" said Izumo. "That's cool. You work with Iruka, right? Did he share the cookies?"
"Mmm." Teaching -Assistant- actually, which was annoying. But he said nothing. Though his lips tightened a little.
Mmm...the cookies. "He did, actually. They were most delicious, thank you."
"Hey, anytime," said Izumo. "I'm just glad we were able to get rid of them all. We went overboard. Again. Kotetsu has a thing for Christmas cookies. I mean, he gets crazy with the peanut butter icing, but Christmas cookies. . . He's in the kitchen then. It's a wonder cookies don't burn."
Mizuki laughed. "Iruka seems a little afraid of the cookies now, so he probably won't accept any...but you can give them to me." 'Because if it leads to sex like that again, it would be brilliant.'
"Afraid?"
"Mmm. He thinks I masturbate with them. Odd man." He muttered into the mug.
Izumo laughed. "Shit, were they that good? I'm flattered, if you do."
"No, I don't, though they were really good. I just love freaking him out."
Izumo snickered. "Next time I make cookies, I'll make sure you get some," said Izumo. "You like peanut better? I was gonna make some peanut butter cookies later."
He took the toast out of the oven. "You want butter or anything on your egg sandwich?"
"No, no, that'll be fine." He waved away the offer, placing a now-empty mug on the counter.
"Thank you. I love peanut butter. Though chocolate is more fun...insex." He added, to himself mainly.
"I beg to differ," said Izumo. "Peanut butter icing is better."
"I must say I've never tried it. It's hard enough to get Iruka to not freak out about the idea of fetishes though, so it might not happen."
Izumo raised his eyebrow, and handed Mizuki his sandwich. "See, you just need to. . . try it. Don't say anything. Just. . . lead him into the bedroom, cover him in whatever, and lick it off, slowly." Izumo smirked at the happy memories of Kotetsu licking icing off of him. (he should really make more) "Just. . .ask him to do wierd things. I mean, you can make anyone wear a skirt if you go about it in the right way."
Mizuki accepted the sandwich, eyes obviously clouded over in the fantasy of -that-. "Mmm, I probably will just have to do it, or there'll be protests and things. Maybe I'll blindfold him..."
"Ohhhh, blindfolds," said Izumo. "Havn't done that one in awhile. Probably not since the botched ice cube incident. Probably the only bad sex we've ever had. And you'd think, given the quantity. .. . well. We are just that good, I suppose."
"Modesty is lost on you I see..." Mizuki replied dryly, taking a bite of the sandwich. Ah, food. And it really was food. Not...whatever substitute they tried to pass off for food in the cafeteria.
"Why bother with modesty? It's truth, I tell you," said Izumo. "Anyway, I've got nothing to be ashamed of."
You bet it was real food. Izumo made the BEST real food.
"Eh, you probably don't." Though Mizuki had no intentions of -finding out- about that.
Izumo shrugged. "Anyway. . . . wait--back up. He freaks out about the idea of fetishes? That's just. . . wierd."
"I know. He blushes and insists he doesn't have one. He blushed when I told him I liked chocolate."
"Doesn't have one?" asked Izumo, sipping his coffee. "How is that even possible? Everyone has at least one."
"That's what I said." Mizuki took another bite of his sandwich. Well -someone- agreed with him. "He -was- rather aroused by the shower sex though..."
"Shower sex counts," said Izumo. "Totally counts as a kink. I dated a girl who loooooved sex in the shower. And I mean. . .how can you blame anyone? It's just so. . . fun."
"Thank you. Now all that has to be done is to convince him of that. Mmm, fun, that it is. It's just so...wet." Mizuki smiled at Izumo, he was beginning to like this guy.
"Wet and hot," said Izumo. "And the way bodies slide together. . . . Mmm. Yeah. Nothing like soaping up your lover and hosing him down with warm water."
Mizuki's eyes told of fond memories as he continued to eat his sandwich idly. "Nothing at all. And it is time efficient too, for the pedantic among us."
"Sure is," said Izumo. "Best way to get clean when you're running late for class with a hardon in the morning."
"So true. And so much better than solving your problems alone."
"I was very lucky to have Kotetsu as a roommate all through college," said Izumo. "I was always wearing a smile in class."
"I'll bet." Mizuki had...various lovers throughout his time at college (and high school too, if he were honest). It was just...his thing. He never liked too much stability, though he was rather bossy, and Iruka had always been there. And apparently attraction had been too.
Izumo had seduced his way through (late middle and) High school, unabashedly changing girlfriends (perhaps playmates was a better word for it) every month, usually. Nothing had stuck until he met Kotetsu. And even then, they hadn't started dating right away. Mostly because Izumo had never had a gay lover before Kotetsu. . .
"Well, mostly. I mean, he can be a bastard sometimes, if you aren't careful. He can plays mean jokes. It's why I love him."
"That entire...despite the flaws thing?" Mizuki didn't love Iruka, he liked Iruka. That was all. It was surprising the entire thing -didn't- just end at that one drunken night.
"The flaws are what make him fun," said Izumo. "Though I don't really see the tricks thing as a fault. Only when he plays them on me. I mean, the snowball was his idea, but I gleefully helped."
Mizuki laughed a little. "Well, they're always fun. It's been years since I've pulled a trick on anyone. That was something Iruka used to drag me into." Though it wasn't hard for him to do so.TerraNovaKnight: "Eh? Iruka a trickster?" asked Izumo. Iruka hadn't struck him as the prankster type. .. .. but, if this could help him get the keys to Tsunade's office. .. ..
"He still like pulling tricks?"
"Oh God, yes. Teenage years..." Mizuki trailed off somewhere between a smirk and a regretful look. He knew -why- Iruka went so...prank-crazy.
"He hasn't done one in a while, but you might be able to convince him."
"Mmm. . . so you've known Iruka since you were kids? That's awesome," he said. "Closest friends I have are my college buddies and some nice ladies from the lingere and uniform shop."
"I suppose. We've lived near each other since I can remember." Mizuki replied. "He's probably the only person I've kept in touch with longer than I really needed to." They could have stopped speaking a long time ago, they were just neighbours, Mizuki was older so they weren't even in the same year when they were schooled.
"Longer then you need? That's a kinda harsh way to put it," said Izumo. "I have a senpai I keep in touch with, from the cooking club. Ahh, cooking club. You don't usually hear about the cooking club whore, but yeah. . . . I think I dated every girl in that club at some point. Good times. . . Right. Ahem. Yeah, but it's cool you kept in touch with him. He must be pretty important to you then."
"...The Cooking Club whore? No, I don't believe we had one of them in my school." Mizuki grinned, then turned a little quieter, glancing down as the bench when Izumo returned to the topic of Iruka. "I guess he is."
Izumo offered a smile. "Isn't that a good thing though? I mean. . . . It's scary as all fuck, but it turns out really well in the end, yeah?" Izumo was only talking from what he had experianced. Kotetsu had turned out to be the most important person in his life--Maybe Iruka was that was, or would be that way, for Mizuki?
Looking up, Mizuki smiled. "Maybe. I'm not entirely sure yet. I hope it does though."
"Yeah. I hope so too," said Izumo. "Everyone desrves a little bit of happiness to call their own."
"Mmm." Mizuki stood up, going to wash the mug and plate he'd used. "Thanks for the food."
"No problem," said Izumo. "Feel free to stop by anytime."
"I might just do that." Mizuki smiled at the other once more before heading to the door and leaving.
"That'd be nice," said Izumo. "See you later, then."
"Yeah, bye." He managed to get out just before the door closed.
Where: Culinary Arts Classroom
What: Girl-talk.
When: Lunchtime today
Warnings: Girl-talk = sex talk.
Also, Mods, WTF NO MIZUKI TAG. XD Or Girl!talk tag. >.>;
Mizuki stretched as he walked out of the art room. He needed food. The cafeteria was open, but whether he'd the stomach to suffer that food was debatable.
Bypassing some of the other classrooms, he stopped when he saw the Culinary Arts one. Hmm...they had food. Or at least, they should.
He pushed open the door and stepped in.
"Ossu!" said Izumo, not looking up. "You back Ko--Oh. Hey. Mizuki-sensei, right?" Izumo smiled at the teacher walking in the door. He closed his book of notes. "Want some coffee?"
"Ah. I didn't think anyone would be in here, but coffee would be nice." He was just going to steal off with some food, but if coffee was coming too, that would be fine.
Izumo went to the cupboard, and picked out mugs, and then poured some coffee. "It's good coffee today," said Izumo. "I brought some of my stuff from home cause I didn't have time to make coffee this morning. .. Anyway, enjoy." He handed Mizuki a mug. "So, what can I do for you?"
"Thank you. I was actually going to steal some food, my stomach doesn't enjoy the cafeteria's selection." He explained, wrapping his hands around the mug with a smile.
"Ohhh," said Izumo. "Well. .. hmm. We've got a lot of ingredients. . . . well. I could make you an egg sandwich? I havn't made any real food lately, and the dessert stuff is for classes. . . but we've got bread and eggs and cheese."
"Oh, that sounds great." He replied, smiling again as he took a sip of the brew.
Izumo grabbed some eggs and a frying pan, and put bread in the toaster.
"So, you're one of the art teachers, eh?" said Izumo. "That's cool. You work with Iruka, right? Did he share the cookies?"
"Mmm." Teaching -Assistant- actually, which was annoying. But he said nothing. Though his lips tightened a little.
Mmm...the cookies. "He did, actually. They were most delicious, thank you."
"Hey, anytime," said Izumo. "I'm just glad we were able to get rid of them all. We went overboard. Again. Kotetsu has a thing for Christmas cookies. I mean, he gets crazy with the peanut butter icing, but Christmas cookies. . . He's in the kitchen then. It's a wonder cookies don't burn."
Mizuki laughed. "Iruka seems a little afraid of the cookies now, so he probably won't accept any...but you can give them to me." 'Because if it leads to sex like that again, it would be brilliant.'
"Afraid?"
"Mmm. He thinks I masturbate with them. Odd man." He muttered into the mug.
Izumo laughed. "Shit, were they that good? I'm flattered, if you do."
"No, I don't, though they were really good. I just love freaking him out."
Izumo snickered. "Next time I make cookies, I'll make sure you get some," said Izumo. "You like peanut better? I was gonna make some peanut butter cookies later."
He took the toast out of the oven. "You want butter or anything on your egg sandwich?"
"No, no, that'll be fine." He waved away the offer, placing a now-empty mug on the counter.
"Thank you. I love peanut butter. Though chocolate is more fun...insex." He added, to himself mainly.
"I beg to differ," said Izumo. "Peanut butter icing is better."
"I must say I've never tried it. It's hard enough to get Iruka to not freak out about the idea of fetishes though, so it might not happen."
Izumo raised his eyebrow, and handed Mizuki his sandwich. "See, you just need to. . . try it. Don't say anything. Just. . . lead him into the bedroom, cover him in whatever, and lick it off, slowly." Izumo smirked at the happy memories of Kotetsu licking icing off of him. (he should really make more) "Just. . .ask him to do wierd things. I mean, you can make anyone wear a skirt if you go about it in the right way."
Mizuki accepted the sandwich, eyes obviously clouded over in the fantasy of -that-. "Mmm, I probably will just have to do it, or there'll be protests and things. Maybe I'll blindfold him..."
"Ohhhh, blindfolds," said Izumo. "Havn't done that one in awhile. Probably not since the botched ice cube incident. Probably the only bad sex we've ever had. And you'd think, given the quantity. .. . well. We are just that good, I suppose."
"Modesty is lost on you I see..." Mizuki replied dryly, taking a bite of the sandwich. Ah, food. And it really was food. Not...whatever substitute they tried to pass off for food in the cafeteria.
"Why bother with modesty? It's truth, I tell you," said Izumo. "Anyway, I've got nothing to be ashamed of."
You bet it was real food. Izumo made the BEST real food.
"Eh, you probably don't." Though Mizuki had no intentions of -finding out- about that.
Izumo shrugged. "Anyway. . . . wait--back up. He freaks out about the idea of fetishes? That's just. . . wierd."
"I know. He blushes and insists he doesn't have one. He blushed when I told him I liked chocolate."
"Doesn't have one?" asked Izumo, sipping his coffee. "How is that even possible? Everyone has at least one."
"That's what I said." Mizuki took another bite of his sandwich. Well -someone- agreed with him. "He -was- rather aroused by the shower sex though..."
"Shower sex counts," said Izumo. "Totally counts as a kink. I dated a girl who loooooved sex in the shower. And I mean. . .how can you blame anyone? It's just so. . . fun."
"Thank you. Now all that has to be done is to convince him of that. Mmm, fun, that it is. It's just so...wet." Mizuki smiled at Izumo, he was beginning to like this guy.
"Wet and hot," said Izumo. "And the way bodies slide together. . . . Mmm. Yeah. Nothing like soaping up your lover and hosing him down with warm water."
Mizuki's eyes told of fond memories as he continued to eat his sandwich idly. "Nothing at all. And it is time efficient too, for the pedantic among us."
"Sure is," said Izumo. "Best way to get clean when you're running late for class with a hardon in the morning."
"So true. And so much better than solving your problems alone."
"I was very lucky to have Kotetsu as a roommate all through college," said Izumo. "I was always wearing a smile in class."
"I'll bet." Mizuki had...various lovers throughout his time at college (and high school too, if he were honest). It was just...his thing. He never liked too much stability, though he was rather bossy, and Iruka had always been there. And apparently attraction had been too.
Izumo had seduced his way through (late middle and) High school, unabashedly changing girlfriends (perhaps playmates was a better word for it) every month, usually. Nothing had stuck until he met Kotetsu. And even then, they hadn't started dating right away. Mostly because Izumo had never had a gay lover before Kotetsu. . .
"Well, mostly. I mean, he can be a bastard sometimes, if you aren't careful. He can plays mean jokes. It's why I love him."
"That entire...despite the flaws thing?" Mizuki didn't love Iruka, he liked Iruka. That was all. It was surprising the entire thing -didn't- just end at that one drunken night.
"The flaws are what make him fun," said Izumo. "Though I don't really see the tricks thing as a fault. Only when he plays them on me. I mean, the snowball was his idea, but I gleefully helped."
Mizuki laughed a little. "Well, they're always fun. It's been years since I've pulled a trick on anyone. That was something Iruka used to drag me into." Though it wasn't hard for him to do so.TerraNovaKnight: "Eh? Iruka a trickster?" asked Izumo. Iruka hadn't struck him as the prankster type. .. .. but, if this could help him get the keys to Tsunade's office. .. ..
"He still like pulling tricks?"
"Oh God, yes. Teenage years..." Mizuki trailed off somewhere between a smirk and a regretful look. He knew -why- Iruka went so...prank-crazy.
"He hasn't done one in a while, but you might be able to convince him."
"Mmm. . . so you've known Iruka since you were kids? That's awesome," he said. "Closest friends I have are my college buddies and some nice ladies from the lingere and uniform shop."
"I suppose. We've lived near each other since I can remember." Mizuki replied. "He's probably the only person I've kept in touch with longer than I really needed to." They could have stopped speaking a long time ago, they were just neighbours, Mizuki was older so they weren't even in the same year when they were schooled.
"Longer then you need? That's a kinda harsh way to put it," said Izumo. "I have a senpai I keep in touch with, from the cooking club. Ahh, cooking club. You don't usually hear about the cooking club whore, but yeah. . . . I think I dated every girl in that club at some point. Good times. . . Right. Ahem. Yeah, but it's cool you kept in touch with him. He must be pretty important to you then."
"...The Cooking Club whore? No, I don't believe we had one of them in my school." Mizuki grinned, then turned a little quieter, glancing down as the bench when Izumo returned to the topic of Iruka. "I guess he is."
Izumo offered a smile. "Isn't that a good thing though? I mean. . . . It's scary as all fuck, but it turns out really well in the end, yeah?" Izumo was only talking from what he had experianced. Kotetsu had turned out to be the most important person in his life--Maybe Iruka was that was, or would be that way, for Mizuki?
Looking up, Mizuki smiled. "Maybe. I'm not entirely sure yet. I hope it does though."
"Yeah. I hope so too," said Izumo. "Everyone desrves a little bit of happiness to call their own."
"Mmm." Mizuki stood up, going to wash the mug and plate he'd used. "Thanks for the food."
"No problem," said Izumo. "Feel free to stop by anytime."
"I might just do that." Mizuki smiled at the other once more before heading to the door and leaving.
"That'd be nice," said Izumo. "See you later, then."
"Yeah, bye." He managed to get out just before the door closed.