FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch9 Pt1 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch9 Pt1
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka; OC ANBU boys, again *sigh* but they have names now : Jun (captain), Ryo (youngest), Yoshinori (oldest) and Tadashi (kunai finger-picker)
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: Still no beta. I'm tormenting myself enough as it is.
Summary: Raido apologizes for missing their date. *cough* You know. But somebody is waiting to wreck his party.
Raido was careful to be quiet when he walked up the stairs to Genma's apartment. He could feel a small chakra pulse from the apartment, and it wasn't Genma. Opening the door quietly, Raido smiled when he saw a pair of sandals in a cubby, and the teacher's satchel underneath the window. Still quiet, Raido crept to the bedroom door, peering in. Iruka was already asleep, on his stomach as usual, his dark hair visible across Genma's white pillowcase.
Eat now or eat later, Raido wondered. His stomach protested at the thought of waiting, so he wandered into the kitchen with his bag of take-out. He checked the fridge, by habit, and was surprised to find food in there. Genma had cleaned the fridge out on Monday, and then restocked it instead of leaving it empty. Good thing I came by, Raido thought, otherwise he would have come home to a disgusting mess. Most of it would keep until the weekend.
He ate quickly, stuffing the leftovers in the fridge in case one of them got hungry later. After quick detour to brush his teeth and wash his hands, Raido stood at the foot of Genma's bed, considering his options. Iruka hadn't woken up - he still lay sleeping in the same position, half on his side, one arm gripping Genma's pillow. And it wasn't that late. He raised the blinds completely, allowing in as much light as possible, and opened the window wide, sighing as the cooler night air filled the room.
Raido stripped off his clothes and slowly, carefully, crawled onto the bed, bending to kiss his way up Iruka's spine. And slowly, Iruka woke up, exhaling a soft gasp of appreciation when Raido's lips met a sensitive spot just above Iruka's left shoulder blade.
"Welcome back," Iruka whispered sleepily, arching slightly when Raido brushed dark hair back so he could reach Iruka's neck. "Did you eat?"
"Yeah," Raido murmured against Iruka's ear before he lay down on his side, his body preventing Iruka from rolling over. "Just finished."
"Have you been back long? You should have woken me up."
Raido shook his head, rubbing a scarred cheek against Iruka's shoulder as his hand nudged Iruka's leg forward, stroking the soft skin of his inner thigh. "More fun this way," he whispered. "How was your date?"
"Awkward at first, but I think we all had fun."
Iruka's voice caught briefly when Raido ran his teeth along the back of Iruka's neck. "How much fun are we talking about?" Raido growled, nipping the skin lightly. "Did they invite you back to their place?"
"Y-yes?" Iruka answered hesitantly. "But I said I had work to do. And I was worried about you." He shivered, clutching the pillow harder when Raido's nails grazed the back of his leg again.
"Sorry I couldn't be there," Raido said gently, finding the spot on Iruka's shoulder again, licking in lazy circles as Iruka's breathing sped up.
"It's...okay," Iruka gasped out, his body shuddering again. "Is everything okay now?"
"No," Raido answered honestly. "And getting less okay every minute. I'll be glad when this is over."
"Tense?"
Raido chuckled, his hand moving up and down Iruka's side now, teasing. "Very."
"A-anything I can do?" Iruka asked breathlessly.
Raido almost laughed because, really, just what the hell did Iruka think he was already doing? "Just stay like this," he whispered roughly against Iruka's ear again, grinning when his breath caused another small arch. "And relax."
Raido sat up and reached over, pulling the lube from the drawer. He paused, then pulled out a surgical glove as well. Genma had brought some home several years ago to keep his hands dry while some deep cuts healed, but over the years they had found a thousand household uses for them, and always kept a box around. Genma called them 'hand condoms' the first time he had used them this way, and like condoms, they didn't feel as nice, but it made cleaning up much faster.
He slid the glove onto his left hand and poured the thick not-quite-liquid across the fingers before he lay back down behind Iruka, brushing his lips against Iruka's ear again. "Relax," he whispered again, placing teasing cold fingers just behind Iruka's testicles and dragging them all the way back, then forward again. He grinned at the man's sudden squeak of surprise.
"Cold," Iruka groaned, his hands clutching the pillow reflexively.
"Relax," Raido whispered as his hand moved again, slowly, gently, getting Iruka used to the sensation of having a hand there at all. He was careful not to move his hand too far forward - he had other ideas, and he didn't like the taste of this particular lube. But it was best for this kind of thing, especially with the glove.
Iruka nodded, his breath coming in short gasps now. "Cold," he groaned again, but he didn't sound like he was complaining.
"Feels nice after the heat today, right?" Raido chuckled quietly, his hand still sweeping lightly back and forth, slowly focusing more attention on the small opening.
"Y-yes," Iruka groaned again, although it was hard to tell if it was an answer to Raido's question, or an encouragement to Raido's action.
"Relax and breathe slowly," Raido whispered, his hand still teasing. He felt Iruka tense again, then relax as Raido slowed his own breathing to provide a guide. It wasn't the first time, not by a long shot, but it had been several weeks.
Iruka relaxed, carefully keeping his breath slow and deep. He pushed against Raido's chest gently, a silent signal to continue.
Struggling to keep his own breathing in check, Raido pushed slowly with his finger, rising up on his elbow so he could watch Iruka's face carefully. "Good, keep breathing," he encouraged softly, working the finger in all the way. "Relax," he whispered again when he felt Iruka's body tense. "It doesn't hurt."
"No," Iruka agreed, his voice tight. "It doesn't hurt." His body quivered slightly before he relaxed again.
Raido began to move his finger, slowly, small increments in and out, until he heard a soft noise from Iruka and smiled. "Lift your leg up," he commanded, shaking his head when Iruka complied. Iruka was so easy, so trusting, Raido thought he might die of shock the day Iruka finally told him 'no'. But he was always careful never to ask too much, or push too hard. He slid his body over Iruka's right leg, ducking under the left one in the air, until he was staring at Iruka's stomach. Using his right arm, Raido pulled Iruka's leg down on top of his own shoulder and resumed the easy in-out motion of his finger. It was slightly awkward, but manageable.
He wiggled lower, closer, blowing a hot puff of air across the tip of Iruka's half-erect cock.
"Raido," Iruka groaned, his hand leaving the pillow and reaching down to rest in Raido's hair. He groaned again, a higher pitch this time, when Raido's tongue brushed against the tip, swirling gently.
"Relax," Raido chuckled, keeping his finger in motion, deeper now, but still slow and careful. He laughed again at Iruka's noise of annoyance and disbelief, backing off slightly to lick long, wet stripes up the sides of Iruka's cock. "Ready?" he asked finally, not waiting for a reply before he slid his mouth over the stiffened flesh easily.
Raido kept it slow, the same way he fucked. Slow, deep, intense, constant. Iruka was just average in many ways, and Raido had no fear of choking, not from this. He set the pace so he could tell when Iruka had forgotten the pressure of his finger by the younger man's thrusts. He could feel Iruka's foot flexing against his back, and Iruka's hand tangled in his hair, pulling gently. Raido groaned softly, his own body tingling in response to the soft noises above his head and the gentle tug around his finger. He pushed deeper from both directions, forcing Iruka onto his back slightly, and the pitch of the noises increased, and Raido chuckled because Iruka's body couldn't decide which direction to go - backwards or forwards, each was equally stimulating now.
So Raido took control again, using his finger to push Iruka into his mouth and gravity doing the rest. He came up on his elbow slightly, bobbing his head until Iruka's hand in his hair flexed and stayed that way, and Raido could taste the difference even before Iruka's body began to shake, his control shattering.
"C-close," Iruka gasped and Raido 'hmmed' back, wickedly dropping his voice for more vibration. "Raido...ah....good," Iruka gasped again, his hips pushing forwards and backwards now, deliberately this time.
Then Raido slowed it down another notch, pushing his finger in deeper, pushing his mouth down all the way, his throat relaxed in preparation. Genma hated it when Raido did this to him.
Iruka sucked in his breath in surprise, his eyes flying open and his soft cries stopping completely, replaced by a desperate, keening pant.
Raido began to count. 1..2..3..4.. He felt Iruka stiffen and arch, slamming his head back against the pillow, trying to stifle his cry of release with both hands across his mouth. Raido swallowed, using his tongue to catch the rest, grunting in response to the spasms around his finger.
"Incredible," he groaned, pulling his finger out gently and laying his head on Iruka's stomach. He could hear Iruka's pulse racing, his heart pounding, even over the frantic, stifled gasps. Raido ripped the glove off and tossed it to the floor, wrapping his still-clean hand around Iruka's hips and pulling him closer. "Incredible," he whispered against Iruka's stomach, lips causing another muscle spasm up and down Iruka's body.
They lay still for several minutes, Iruka unable to move, and Raido unwilling. It was nearly perfect, Raido decided, rubbing his forehead against Iruka's stomach again. In spite of everything he had done, every lie he had told, Iruka still trusted him. Completely. It was Iruka's nature, maybe, his youth, or even mere inexperience, but Raido felt honored, humbled perhaps, and not a little bit frightened. What could he say, though? Don't trust me so much? It was much too late for that.
Instead, he pushed up onto his knees, pulling Iruka up with him and burying his nose against Iruka's neck, arms wrapped tightly around the younger man's body. Iruka relaxed completely against Raido, arms around broad shoulders and legs around his waist.
"Okay?" Raido asked softly.
Iruka nodded, kissing Raido's cheek.
Raido sat back, crossing his legs underneath him and settling Iruka into his lap. "Sore?"
"No," Iruka responded, his voice scratchy. "Still tingly."
"Tired?" Raido tried to keep his voice neutral. Tried and failed.
"A little," Iruka admitted with a grin. He unhooked his legs and pushed Raido backwards onto the bed, kissing him deeply. "And you don't seem tired at all," he whispered, thrusting against Raido slightly.
"Not at all," Raido groaned back, very pleased to have Iruka between his legs. "Just waiting for you to catch your breath." He rolled over, pinning Iruka to the bed, ghosting lips across Iruka's scar, laughing at the blush across Iruka's face.
Iruka squirmed at the promise in Raido's voice. "Don't you want me to..."
Raido kissed Iruka hard, tongue stroking against the young man's teeth, biting his lips gently. "No," he said firmly, breathless against Iruka's neck. "Just-"
"Relax?"
Laughing, Raido rubbed his nose against Iruka's. "Yeah, relax," he whispered. "As Genma would say, time for Round2."
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The man standing on the roof sighed. The time to interrupt had passed, and the rest of his team still wasn't there. He sat down, flipping through the folder in his hand again, but it was hard to concentrate when he could hear the sounds drifting up from the bedroom below him. Damn, Namiashi, you said you were going to get some sleep, the captain chuckled at last, tucking the folder back into his vest.
He turned when he heard a bird call, holding up his hand in a sign - Quiet. Enemy sighted. The young man landed on the roof silently, his eyes wary. The captain chuckled again. "Not 'enemy' enemy," he admitted. "But Namiashi is occupied at the moment."
Ryo sat down with a sigh. "Still? She must be a live one. It's 1am!" He pulled out a cigarette and lit it casually. "Didn't you say he'd banged some chick earlier?"
"Yup."
"So we wait?" Ryo asked, surprised. The captain wasn't known for being patient.
"Why? You got a cuddly armful waiting at home for you, too?"
"No," the young man repied glumly. "You?"
The captain shook his head. "Dumped." He sighed again, rubbing his jaw. "And she was fucking incredible, too."
"Where's Tadashi and Yoshi?"
"Yoshinori to you, brat," the older man said as he landed lightly on the roof. "Tadashi will be along in a bit." He paused, grinning when he realized exactly what he was hearing. "Um, sounds like Namiashi and Tadashi have the same habits."
The captain chuckled again, nodding. "Round 2," he snickered, holding up two fingers for emphasis. He shrugged when Ryo stared at him. "I've been waiting a while."
"You're not usually so patient," Yoshinori grinned, unknowingly echoing Ryo's earlier thoughts.
"The man has good instincts," the captain said evenly. "And he's built like a brick wall. It won't kill me to wait."
"But he might kill you if you interrupt?" Yoshinori laughed softly. "Not fucking likely. Admit it, Jun, you're just a perv."
The captain shrugged again with a wink. "I'm not saying it hasn't been entertaining. She's not the loudest chick I've ever heard, but damn, she's got an expressive voice."
The three men sat, waiting for their fourth teammate to show up, or Raido to finish doing ... whoever he was doing. They didn't have anywhere else to be.
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Read on to Chapter9 Part2
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