FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch5 Pt2 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch5 Pt2
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka; Aoba
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: Winding down, but it's not over yet.
Still no beta. I'm tormenting myself enough as it is.
Summary: Part 2 - Aoba leaves, Genma pushes, and the boys agree to talk. Tomorrow.
Genma came out of the shower at peace with the world. Up until he put his hand on the doorknob and heard Iruka's voice. Shit. At least he and Raido had made up, mostly. He heard Aoba's voice, then Iruka's. Then laughter. Genma smiled at that. At least they COULD be in the same room together without coming to blows again. And Iruka sounded like he was in a fairly good mood, all things considered.
He walked into the dining area and leaned against a counter. "So have you two made up? Or is all this laughing just code for 'I hate your guts, I'm going to kill you'?"
Iruka looked up, and Genma nearly caught his breath when Iruka's eyes shuttered briefly. Still mad, Genma sighed to himself, but he kept the grin on his face.
Smiling at Aoba, Iruka winked. "I promised Yamashiro I would stay the fuck away from him, and he promised he would go gay for me."
"Bastard, I did NO SUCH THING and you know it! That's NOT what I said!" Aoba turned panicked eyes on Genma standing behind him. "It's NOT!"
Genma shook his head, laughing a little. "Wouldn't matter anyway," he drawled out, sticking a senbon in his mouth and relaxing into a chair. "Iruka's got high standards. You wouldn't even make the first cut." He grinned again when he saw Iruka look down, a smile and a blush on his face.
Aoba just sputtered. "Whatever. Dude, it's late. You gonna feed me or what? The least you could do after I dragged your sorry butt home, screaming about worm juice all the home."
"You did NOT tell him that," Genma gasped, nearly dropping the senbon.
"He did indeed," Iruka nodded, and his face was a little softer.
"Aoba, did anyone ever tell you that you talk too damn much?"
Aoba grinned and punched Genma lightly in the shoulder. "Once or twice, maybe. Genma, food!"
Genma stood up and yelled across the apartment. "Raidoooo! Hungryyyy!"
They heard a voice from the bathroom shouting back. "Sleeepppyyy!"
Genma whined back. "Pleassse? Hungryyyyy!"
Iruka snorted and made to stand up. "Fine. I'll cook."
Aoba shrugged. As long as he didn't have to, he didn't really care. Genma had other ideas.
"Raidoooo! Iruka's going to cook!"
They heard a muffled curse from the bathroom, and suddenly Raido stumbled into the room, still tying his pajama pants. "I'm here! I'm here! Gods, you guys are annoying. Some of us do have to work tomorrow."
"I said I would do it," Iruka complained. "I made breakfast."
Genma moved to stand next to Iruka and looked down. "You're cute as hell, Iruka, and apparently you throw a mean punch." He put his hand gently on Iruka's shoulder, half expecting it to be shrugged off as before. Surprised when Iruka merely stiffened, he leaned down and decided to push his luck. Continuing in a silky voice, he purred, "And you give head like a pro." He winked at Aoba, then nudged his nose against Iruka's hair. "But, despite all of Raido's patient instruction, you are a DISASTER in the kitchen."
Aoba held his breath, waiting for an explosion. Iruka's face had turned red, again, and his mouth was open in shock. But Iruka's hand had come up, seemingly on its own, and covered Genma's. His mouth relaxed, turning up slightly, and Aoba exhaled as quietly as he could.
"Sorry, Iruka, it's true. I don't know anyone who can ruin rice the way you can," Raido chirped back from the kitchen.
Genma sat back down, his mission accomplished.
"It's true," Iruka said dejectedly. "I do exactly what Raido tells me to do, but it just doesn't work."
"Certainly it's not that bad," Aoba offered, amazed.
Genma snorted and Raido whooped. Iruka nodded, still glum.
"Imagine perfect rice. Looks perfect, smells perfect. But when you bite into it, half of the rice is still raw." Genma illustrated with his hands. "And half of it is overcooked."
"Plus it's always burnt on the bottom," Raido added again.
Aoba grinned and looked Iruka dead in the face. "You know what, Umino? I've changed my mind. I need a woman who can at least cook a decent meal or two."
Iruka smiled back sweetly. "I know where you live, Yamashiro. I know where you drink. I have a tongue, and I'm not afraid to use it."
Genma spit out the beer he was drinking and stared at Iruka, then Aoba, then back at Iruka. "Just what the hell have you two been talking about all evening?" he demanded.
"Sex," Aoba grinned.
"Efficacy of slaps and hair pulling in battle," Iruka added.
"Stages of the Genma-Raido fight."
"More sex."
Iruka laughed, finally relaxing. It had happened just as Aoba had said. Genma and Raido were back to normal, and it didn't feel like everything was on edge anymore. "Genma," he said sweetly, and Raido once again backed away.
Run, you stupid moron, run! he tried to think to Genma.
"Is it true you kiss Yamashiro? Like really kiss? With tongue and everything?"
Aoba choked, then froze when Genma turned narrowed eyes on him.
"Ye-es?" Genma answered, still staring at Aoba.
"Show me. I don't believe it."
Genma met Raido's eyes, silently asking for help, interference, distraction, SOMETHING.
Raido shrugged and turned away. "I told you it was a bad idea the first time," he said instead.
"Aoba, I did tell you that you talk too damn much, right?"
"Yup, recently." He yelped when Genma pulled him up from the table, pulling him close.
"Just making sure."
He bent his head and slammed his lips against Aoba's, sliding a hand around Aoba's neck to hold him in place. Aoba nearly laughed because it was just so hokey, but he was a little wary as well. With Iruka watching, this could turn into a Very Bad Idea. But Iruka had asked for it, so he did what he was supposed to do, winding his arm around Genma's shoulders, the other on Genma's back.
Raido stopped cooking to watch, leaning against the counter with a funny smile on his face. After a few minutes, he turned back to the stove. In his mind, this was just a bad comedy sketch, something those two did to impress girls. Iruka, however, was watching with rapt attention, his mouth open. It was amazing, he thought, but it was horrible, too. How could Yamashiro claim to be unfazed by that? Just the thought of Genma kissing him like that...
Iruka made a small noise, almost a whimper, before clapping his hand over his mouth. Genma opened his eyes and winked at Aoba, who pulled back with a grin. Both men turned to stare at Iruka.
"I think someone's jealous," Aoba whispered wickedly, his arm around Genma's shoulders.
Staring hard, Iruka couldn't find any sign of lust or passion on Aoba's face. His lips were red from the exertion, but his eyes were clear and he wasn't even breathing hard. Genma's eyes were slightly dilated, but he was also further from the light than Aoba was. "How?" he gasped out around his hand, his eyes dark. "How can you not even FEEL that?"
Both men shrugged and sat back down as Raido started putting food on the table.
"Just accept it for what it is, Iruka. One of the great mysteries of life," Raido offered with a shrug.
Genma smiled back at Raido with a nod. Iruka's tiny outburst had given him more hope than any words could have.
Dinner finished, Aoba took off, hoping to catch a shower and wash the 'Genma taste' out of his mouth before his late night date showed up. Iruka washed the dishes, still blushing each time he thought of Genma kissing Aoba. I guess that explains make-up sex, he thought while he put the dishes away. Apparently, no matter how mad you were, just the thought of sex with the person you like can sear through any feelings of hurt or anger. Iruka leaned against the sink, wondering what to do next. It was late, very late. If he went to bed now, he would still only get about six hours of sleep. But then he would have to sleep here. And if he slept here, wouldn't that just be like saying everything's okay the way it is?
Standing around in the kitchen wasn't doing any good, but each time Iruka unfolded his arms to take the steps out of the kitchen, he floundered and found himself back at the sink. He could hear them in the living room, sitting on the couch. Just a few steps away. You can do this Iruka, he told himself sternly. Just go in there and... tell them what? He stared up at the ceiling, wondering if the water marks would hold some answers.
He nearly jumped when he felt the two men enter the kitchen.
"Are you planning on standing there all night?" Raido asked. He wasn't that tired, but he was getting grumpy just sitting around.
"Maybe."
Genma snorted at Iruka's flip answer. "It's been a rough day, huh?"
Iruka laughed weakly, looking at the floor. "You could say that."
"Iruka, just tell us what we need to do to make this right." Raido's voice was pleading. "Or if... we can't, then we need to know that too."
Letting out a shuddering sob, Iruka put a hand to his mouth. "We need to talk," he gasped. "Even if you don't want. We need... I need to." He held himself tightly, looking back up the ceiling. Damn silent water marks. No help at all.
Raido closed his eyes and nearly groaned aloud. He took a breath to answer, but Genma cocked an eyebrow at him and shook his head. Iruka noticed the exchange and wondered when they had reversed roles.
"You wanna talk. We'll talk," Genma responded, holding out his hand.
Iruka shook his head. "Not tonight. It's late. Tomorrow. Okay?" He darted a glance over at the two men and tried to smile. "I'm just really...tired."
Genma took the three steps needed to reach Iruka and folded his arms around Iruka's shoulders, pulling him close. "You look exhausted," he murmured in Iruka's ear. "I'm sorry. We keep forgetting how much happened today."
"Yesterday," Raido corrected, pointing at the clock on the wall. He followed Genma's lead and put his arms around Iruka as well, and Iruka relaxed into the cocoon of his friends. It would be so easy, so easy, to just forget the whole thing.
"Stay here tonight," Genma whispered. "We'll leave you alone, won't even touch you if that's what you want. We'll talk tomorrow, after you get home. I'll even do the laundry so we'll have some towels for a proper bath." Raido gave him a sour look, but relented when the mention of laundry earned a weak gurgle from Iruka, muffled against Genma's chest.
Iruka shuddered again. He had to say something. It was important. "I don't want this to be over, not yet," he admitted softly. "But it can't continue this way. It's not healthy, for any of us. It's not." He felt the arms around him tighten, pulling against him almost painfully. Then Raido's arm brushed against his ribs and it hurt. He tried to bite down on the yelp, but it came out anyway.
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Read on to Chapter5 Pt3
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