FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch10 Pt1 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch10 Pt1
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka; guest appearances by Mizuki, Ibiki and various OCs (yes, the OC ANBU boys are back, just get used to them *sigh*)
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/NStill no beta. I'm tormenting myself enough as it is.
Summary: Iruka wakes Raido up. Mizuki laughs at Iruka. Yoshinori interrogates Ibiki. Jun annoys Raido. Raido smirks at Jun.
Iruka woke up stuck to the sheets, with a strong arm still gripping his waist. He squirmed a little, thinking maybe Raido had been right - waking up stuck to the sheets was a nice feeling (A/N). Pale sunlight lit the blinds, but a quick glance at the clock told him it wasn't time to get up yet. Not unless he was planning on another run, which he wasn't, not with his legs feeling all rubbery. If the weather was nice, he would come up with some game the kids could play outside and get his exercise that way.
He felt just a little tired, a little achy, like he had overused muscles he didn't know he had. Iruka blushed, thinking in a way, he had, and it had felt like nothing he'd ever experienced. Being inside Genma that way, it felt amazing and overwhelming and better than he could have believed. But just Raido's fingers, just fingers, had been equally amazing - he couldn't even imagine, could barely think about what it would feel like when Genma got back and did that to him. What it would feel like for Raido to do that.
Raido shifted in his sleep, and Iruka felt something warm and hard bump against his hip, his whole body tingling softly in reaction. He turned slightly, wondering if Raido would really mind if Iruka woke him up... He blushed again, shaking his head. He was turning into a pervert, a sex-crazed maniac, just like Genma. Maybe Raido, too, because it was Raido in bed with him now, Raido's erection pressed hard against his hip, Raido who had woken him up last night. And Iruka couldn't help thinking about it again, remembering what they'd done last night. He could admit, silently, he liked it, he wanted it, again and again.
So Iruka pushed back against Raido, gently, grinning when he heard the larger man gasp in his sleep. Rolling over slowly, careful not to catch any sensitive bits as he moved, Iruka stroked Raido's hip, brushing fingers upwards across a firm chest, watching a flush spread across Raido's face and neck. Iruka slid down, hands following mouth, until he reached Raido's cock, hard and flushed as well. He grimaced at the taste, the dried lube was bitter and sour, but he didn't stop, tracing veins and contours with his tongue, listening to Raido groan in his sleep.
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He was dreaming, Raido knew that. It had been a normal dream, something about a group of pigs dressed up in formal robes, and a smaller group of dogs that kept laughing at him. It didn't make any sense, it was just a dream. Then the scene shifted, as dreams sometimes did, and he was in a bed, the smell of sex strong in the air. He could feel a wet tongue on his cock, lavishing attention in long, sensual strokes. Raido felt long strands of hair tickling his thighs and pooling on his abdomen, so he reached down, dragging his fingers through the soft lengths, tracing an ear gently with his fingertips. "Good," he grunted, raising his hips to meet the mouth because in his dreams, his lovers always let him do that.
This time, however, something held him down, held him back, so he struggled briefly, pulling the hair harder. Hands came from nowhere, holding his, pushing them away. The mouth moved away, nipping an inner thigh. "Noo," Raido begged, "I'm sorry, don't stop." He groaned when the mouth returned, and a hand with it. He relaxed into it, throwing his hands over his head and gripping the headboard behind him. He really needed to pee, his bladder setting up an interesting war with his arousal, but sex would win every time. Another groan came from his lips, and again he struggled to thrust up. "Raido," a voice warned, the r trilled with an odd vibration. There were only two people in the world he knew who did that, one of them a woman he'd met last year while on assignment to Mist. The other was Iruka.
Iruka. The memories of last night flooded into his head and Raido woke with a start. He was in a bed, Genma's bed. The room was cool and dark, but he could see hints of sunlight through the blinds. He was on his back, his arms over his head. Looking down, he saw long brown hair on his thighs, and a dark body between his legs. "Raido," the man said again as he turned his dark eyes to watch Raido's face. A wet dream, the best kind because this one was flesh and blood, warm body and strong hands. Iruka gave Raido's cock another suck, his tongue teasing the underside of the glans, and Raido realized too late it was over, his body shuddering. He came with a groaned 'ahhh', his head thrown back against the pillows so hard he nearly conked himself against the headboard.
He could feel Iruka shifting, tonguing his way up, nipping and sucking against oversensitized skin until Raido groaned and flinched. He felt a small chuckle against his chest and opened his eyes, regarding Iruka with surprise. "What was that about?" Raido panted.
Iruka shrugged, his cheeks tinged pink. "Good morning?" he whispered, nearly yelling in surprise when Raido pushed off the headboard and tackled him, pushing him backwards against the mattress.
"Good morning, huh? That was a very good morning," Raido whispered, nipping Iruka's jaw. "Let me catch my breath and I'll say it back."
"I didn't mean to wake you up," Iruka whispered back. "I'm sorry. You don't need to." He looked over at the clock and sighed. "I have to get up anyway."
Raido rolled over with a grin and a groan. "Mornings suck." He lifted his head when he heard Iruka giggle and saw the younger man looking down at him, another blush staining dark cheeks. "But if they're gonna suck like that, I don't mind at all," he leered, pleased with his own unintentional double entendre, even as Iruka tugged away and left the bedroom.
He waited fifteen minutes, just until he heard the shower start, before Raido staggered from the bed. His bladder wasn't going to wait any longer, not with the sound of water in his ears. Dropping back onto the bed with a heavy 'oomph' he stared at the sheets. A beautiful mess, he decided. All promises of breakfast and blow jobs receded as Raido slipped back into sleep, a final thought in his head. Genma was going to be soooo jealous, he chuckled silently.
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Iruka dressed quickly and left Genma's apartment after checking on Raido. He grinned as he left, happy part of Raido's relaxed sleep was due to him. A nice feeling, indeed. Stopping by a small snack stand, Iruka bought several onigiri - he could eat a few now, and a few more for lunch. He wouldn't have time for dinner, and he doubted he would have the energy to do much more than drop into bed when the long day was over. He didn't mind the late shifts, and he enjoyed the work - Kotetsu hated filing and always did a crappy job of it, and the other administrative chunin worked morning hours. True, one woman had been assigned to oversee all of the filing while she was expecting, but she was worse than Kotetsu. That left Iruka and Izumo. Admittedly, Iruka enjoyed the time spent with Izumo. They were close, not in a 'hey, let's hang out' way, but because they could tell each other anything. Everything. It was the best kind of therapy.
Once again, Iruka felt like the center of attention when he stepped into the teachers' workroom. All conversation stopped, all eyes turned to him. He smiled back, calling 'good morning', but his colleagues responded with laughter.
"You're awfully cheerful for a man whose date ended badly."
"Um, who said it ended badly?" Iruka responded. He certainly didn't think so, although perhaps Toshi had been disappointed to learn he wasn't serious.
Setting his bag of onigiri down on his desk, Iruka stared at the vase of flowers. Yellow roses nestled against dark green foliage in a simple blue vase painted with tiny violets. Iruka smiled, wondering if they were from Toshi. "How thoughtful," he murmured, reaching for the card.
"Yellow roses, Iruka-sensei. That means she just wants to be friends," Ushio-sensei intoned.
Iruka nodded absently, reading the card. Had a great time, let's do it again! - Kyoko PS: This was Toshi's idea, but she was too embarrassed to buy them. Iruka laughed out loud, because even on paper, Kyoko was sooo... Kyoko.
"Hey!" Iruka started when the card was plucked from his hand.
"Kyoko and Toshi?" Fumiki-sensei scowled. "Just how many women do you date at one time, Iruka?" He passed the card to another man, staring down at Iruka.
"It wasn't like that," Iruka mumbled. "It was supposed to be a double-date, but the other guy didn't show up. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Did you hear that?" another man chuckled. "He didn't know what else to do." Laughter filled the room, along with a few choice suggestions that had Iruka blushing down to his toes.
"When you're done laughing at me, just leave the card on my desk," Iruka said stiffly, turning and stalking out. Perverts, all of them. He shook himself, smiling, when he remembered what else he'd done last night. Okay, he amended. Perverts, all of us.
"Didn't go so well?"
Iruka looked up, smiling at Mizuki from across the hall. "No, it went well. We had fun."
"Namiashi stood you up?"
"Not exactly," Iruka replied carefully, shaking his head. "Something important came up."
"More important that you?"
Iruka scowled back. "Yes, Mizuki, more important than me. The safety and security of the village always comes first."
Mizuki looked surprised and slightly uncomfortable. "Well, I guess that's okay," he agreed. "So, whose decision was it to be 'just friends'?"
"A mutual decision," Iruka replied evenly, aware it was a tiny lie. "Kyoko told me she doesn't date younger men."
"Did she know you were already involved?" Mizuki pushed, his voice hard.
Iruka nodded. "Actually, yes. Yes, she did."
"I guess that explains the vase," Mizuki mumbled, crossing his arms. "Violets mean 'honesty', Iruka. It means she appreciated your honesty." He smiled and relaxed. "If you're going to date women, you need to know these things."
"Could be worse," Iruka sniffed. "She could have sent me a cactus. That would have been bad."
He stared, open-mouthed, when Mizuki dissolved into laughter, supporting himself against the wall. "What is so funny?" Iruka hissed.
Mizuki reached over and thumped Iruka against his hitai-ate. "You...are so... clueless!" he gasped. "It's soo cute!"
"Mizuki," Iruka warned, his voice low.
"No, no really, you are!" Mizuki laughed again, oblivious to the stares they were attracting from teachers and early-arriving students. He pushed Iruka inside an empty classroom, dropping his voice. "Sending a cactus is a good thing, Iruka. It means she wants to jump your bones."
Iruka flushed again, hoping Mizuki didn't mean it, not like that.
"It means she wants to have sex with you," Mizuki clarified. "Mad, passionate, pin-me-up-against-the-wall kind of sex." He grinned down at Iruka's discomfort.
"Please tell me you're joking, Mizuki," Iruka pleaded weakly, leaning against the wall.
"Why? Did somebody send you a cactus? Somebody other than those two?"
Iruka shook his head, licking his lips. His throat felt so dry suddenly. "No," he croaked. "But I threatened to send one to someone else. I thought it was a bad thing."
Mizuki stared at him, eyes wide. "Honestly?" He dissolved into whoops of laughter when Iruka nodded back slowly. "Why?"
"I'd rather not talk about that," Iruka whispered. The warning bell rang, and students started to file into the room.
"We're eating lunch together," Mizuki promised, his eyes bright and voice low. "And you're going to tell me everything." He grabbed Iruka's arm as they left the classroom. "And I do mean everything, Iruka."
Iruka slumped against the wall outside his classroom, nodding at his students' shouted greetings. Maybe he doesn't know, Iruka told himself. I didn't know, so maybe he doesn't know either. The bell rang again, and Iruka pushed off the wall with a groan. There was no getting around it, no taking it back. The truth was, he had threatened to send Torao a cactus. And did it publicly. True, he included stinging nettles and poison ivy in the mix, but with his luck, those probably meant something indecent as well. How did such a nice day go so wrong?(A/N2)
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Yoshinori couldn't sleep. He tried, shutting his eyes, but the desire to know was too great. Four hours is plenty, he told himself finally. He'd gotten by on less. True, it was getting harder the older he got. Hell, most of the ninja his age had already retired, started families. Two more years, he told himself. This would be his last tour with ANBU. He loved it, kept coming back to it, but this time, it was something to pass the time, waiting until she was free. A dangerous way to pass time, he knew that, but it kept his mind busy, mind and body too often numbed with exhaustion to pine. Two more years.
He hadn't meant to fall in love with a married woman, and he kept his distance once he realized it. But that had been too late, because Michiko was intuitive, and had been married to a ninja for a long time. She saw too damn much, and it hadn't helped that she felt the same. When her husband was killed last year, she grieved, guilty and lonely. She made Yoshinori promise to wait. She had to wait, at least the standard three years of mourning. He deserved that much, she explained. And her son, she feared, would cause problems. He'd just graduated from the Academy.
How surprised she would be to know her son had already figured it out. Yoshinori grinned, remembering how he stammered with Yuuta confronted him. "Are you going to marry my mother?" he'd demanded.
"No, not yet," Yoshinori said, hoping to appease the boy.
"Why the hell NOT?!"
And Yoshinori just stared at him, mouth open, unsure of how to respond. It was a strange feeling, to be caught so off-guard, and by a genin no less. "She wants to wait until the mourning period is over." The reason sounded hollow, even to his own ears.
"You better not die, then," the boy hissed. "I'll never forgive you, Uncle, if you die and leave her alone again."
So here I am, Yoshinori thought as he made his way along the streets of Konoha. Waiting to die, or waiting to live. Waiting, either way. He pushed the thoughts aside once he reached the Administration Building, ANBU headquarters buried deep inside, and with it, the T&I department. He needed information, and he didn't have time to wait and dig around on his own. "You got time?" he asked the large man at the desk.
"No, but ask anyway," Ibiki replied with a grimace.
Yoshinori didn't take the man's attitude seriously, and Morino was going to go down in the history books as one of the best interrogators ever. Well, the unofficial history, anyway. "I need information on a young shinobi. I don't have a name, or affiliation. Just a physical description."
Ibiki grinned, his eyes glinting. "Sucks to be you, huh? Why?"
"He's a person of interest in an investigation."
"Try again," Ibiki growled.
"Fine," Yoshinori sighed, sinking into the chair in front of the man's desk. "He has a physical relationship with a bodyguard on assignment to the Hokage this week. The captain is being rather, uh, relaxed in his dealings with this bodyguard. I thought it prudent to check out the man's associates."
Ibiki nodded, satisfied. "You always were a suspicious bastard."
"The bodyguard in question is Namiashi Raido, special jonin."
"So Jun has his eye on Namiashi, huh? What about his T-forms?"
Yoshinori shrugged. "I was hoping you might have some answer for that as well."
Ibiki stared across the table, thinking. "It's not a mistake. The man has never broken, on or off the field."
"I find that hard to believe."
"I know," Ibiki nodded. "I did too, so you better believe I checked it out. I have a theory about why, but it's not exactly complimentary to Namiashi so I'm keeping it to myself for now."
"Other than that, he's clean?"
"Very. Model shinobi, a bit on the promiscuous side, but nothing like his friend Shiranui. Ridiculously uptight about rules and regulations. Made special jonin two years ago, and he could probably make jonin if he wanted to. Everything a bodyguard should be - sharp, intelligent, and imposing."
Yoshinori nodded, stroking his chin. "The captain will be happy to hear that."
"As for this 'person of interest', let me guess," Ibiki continued. "Young, dark skin, and a single horizontal scar across his face."
Stunned again, Yoshinori didn't bother to hide it. "You know, Morino, you're a little bit scary sometimes. Brilliant, but scary."
"Umino Iruka," Ibiki replied as if Yoshinori hadn't spoken. He stood up and pulled a file from a cabinet behind him, tossing it onto the desk. "Chunin. Academy teacher. No special skills or any particular talent, but surprisingly intuitive and resourceful. Tenacious, polite, but with a demon of a temper."
Yoshinori snorted, paging through the file. "Nothing special," he grumbled. "An average guy all around. Wonder what the attraction is?"
Ibiki shrugged. "Who knows? He's never been linked to anyone before Namiashi and Shiranui, and whatever's going on, they seem to be happy with it because they haven't been linked to anyone else in months."
"Wait, Namiashi and Shiranui?" Yoshinori sat back, staring at a picture of the young teacher in question. "I guess that explains why they were in Shiranui's apartment."
Ibiki nodded again. "I know, he doesn't seem the type. But, it's been going on for 6 months now, so whatever it is, it's working for them."
"Just had a birthday," Yoshinori said absently. "He's older than I thought." He stopped at a picture of a younger Iruka with a white-haired teenager. "This guy, he looks familiar."
"Another teacher at the Academy. There was an inquiry after one of his teammates died on a mission. We're keeping an eye on him. Iruka has several potentially dangerous associations, but that one is the only one we're concerned about."
Setting the file down, Yoshinori stared across the desk. "So what's your interest in the kid?"
"What, you think I don't have files like this on all of you?"
"Not at hand, no," Yoshinori sneered. "Come on, Morino, spill. Don't tell me you've got a crush, too."
Yoshinori had to grin when his comment surprised a bark of laughter from the man across from him.
"Bastard," Ibiki grinned back. "No, my interest is purely professional."
"The one that got away?"
Ibiki nodded. "I keep hoping he'll come to his senses, but I have to admit, he's a damn fine instructor."
Yoshinori stood up, pushing the file back to Ibiki. "So despite all of this, you still want him in T&I? He's trustworthy?"
"Sandaime seems to think so," Ibiki replied gravely. "And I agree."
"Yet you're still keeping tabs on him?" Yoshinori teased as he walked to the door. "Now who's the suspicious bastard?"
Ibiki smiled, a real smile this time. "We're two of a kind, Yoshinori. Always have been, always will be." He stood up to replace the file in its drawer. "When's the wedding?"
"Not for two more years," Yoshinori sighed. "Proper mourning and all that. Yuuta's getting anxious, but I won't let him pressure her."
"So you'll really retire this time?"
"That's the plan."
Ibiki chuckled. "I give it a year. You'll be back."
Yoshinori shook his head. "Not this time. I'm getting too old for this crap."
"There's always a spot for you here, Yoshi," Ibiki said softly.
"Thanks," Yoshinori replied. "I'll keep that in mind." He left the room swiftly. With any luck, he could catch Jun before the rest of the team arrived.
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"You have no right to be that cheerful," Tadashi groaned when Raido entered the room whistling.
"Why not? I don't get to sleep in very often."
Ryo snickered, stifling it at Tadashi's sharp look. "It doesn't take much to make you happy, does it, Namiashi?"
Raido merely hummed in reply, poking around a closet for anything and everything that could be dangerous or hide something dangerous. It had been a wonderful morning. True, Iruka hadn't been there when he woke up the second time, and Raido felt a tad guilty that he hadn't gotten up and made breakfast, but...
"Kai!"
Everyone in the room turned to see their captain in the doorway, hands formed in a seal to release a genjutsu. "Wonderful," Tadashi groaned. "Namiashi is Mr. Happy Good Morning, and our captain is delusional."
The captain shrugged, pointing at Raido. "You are not a morning person. You are usually not even human until after lunch."
"Good morning, Captain!" Raido called with a wink. "Did you sleep well?"
"Fucker," Jun muttered. "Ryo, go check the entry hall. Tadashi, help Yoshinori with the wall panels."
He sidled up to Raido, eyes narrowed. He'd had a most interesting chat with Yoshinori earlier. "You really are a bastard, you know that, right?"
"Nope. I'm the second of three children, and the spitting image of my father." He grinned again, continuing his search of the next closet. "We should just empty this thing out, Captain. I can't imagine why anything should be stored here during the meeting."
"Fine, we'll pack it up and tote it out." He leaned against the wall, still staring at Raido.
"Something on your mind, Captain?"
"Just how long were you going to play along?" He snorted when Raido's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Your girlfriend, Namiashi. Except, she's not your girlfriend at all. She's not even a girl."
If Jun had ever doubted Namiashi could kill him barehanded, he lost those doubts when the man loomed over him, eyes hard. "It's really not your business, Captain."
Jun sighed, nodding and backing away slightly. "Fine, I deserved that. You're right. But it's not like it's any big deal, you know."
Raido shrugged. "It is to him. He's a little...skittish about the whole thing."
"Yeah, I imagine the whole teacher thing must be a drag."
"You seem to be taking an unwholesome interest in my off-work activities." A statement, not a question, and Jun shivered at the ice in the man's voice.
"Yoshinori is cautious," he replied evenly. "Considering the amount of trouble we've had this week..."
Raido nodded, understanding that at least. "I respect Yoshinori for his dedication."
"Awww, come on, don't be like that," Jun chided, surprised and a little hurt at Raido's implication. I respect Yoshinori. Not you. "I'm a perv, I admit it. I was just surprised. Ryo says he's cute in a wholesome way."
"He is," Raido replied, still wary. "And young, and inexperienced, and he will kill me dead if he finds out I'm talking to you about him."
Jun chuckled, relaxing. "Sounds like a paragon of virtue. What the hell's he doing with a pair of scoundrels like you and Shiranui?"
"Do you guys have cameras watching my every move?" Raido growled. "Because if so, there's a few things I would like copies of."
"No, but Morino might." He winked at Raido's astonished look. "Seems he's still annoyed your boy chose to become a teacher. Keeping tabs on him just in case Umino ever changes his mind. Makes the background check go that much faster."
Raido shrugged thoughtfully. "He would. I guess there aren't many genin who can pull off an assassination." He kept his face blank, as if he didn't realize he was saying anything the captain didn't already know. (A/N3)
"You're shitting me." Jun stared long and hard, but Raido's gaze never faltered. "Fuck. No wonder Morino is panting after him." He chuckled at Raido's flicker of annoyance. "In a professional, work-for-me kind of way."
"Oh, well that's okay then," Raido grinned back. "Because Morino has enough scars as it is. And Iruka has one hell of a temper."
"You know, Morino told Yoshi the same thing." Jun looked down at his feet. "I almost don't believe it, based on everything else I've heard."
"I know, I didn't believe it at first. I still find it hard to believe, even after I saw it with my own eyes." Raido grinned again, shaking his head.
"What happened?" Jun asked, moving to empty the closets.
"One of your guys decided he was going to take some liberties," Raido said cheerfully, hefting a stack of boxes. "Iruka objected. Somebody left nursing a bloody lip, and it wasn't Iruka."
"For real? Who?"
"You know Torao?"
Jun shook his head. "I know of him, but I've never worked with him. He's a freaking giant, Namiashi. You're telling me that kid went head to head with him and not only walked away, but took first blood too?"
"Nah, Torao backed down after that. Come on, Iruka's good but he's still a chunin."
They walked down the hallway, stuffing the boxes in a little-used closet far from the meeting chamber. "You might want to let the staff know to stay away from here," Raido offered, his mood restored.
Jun nodded, eyeing the bodyguard again as the tall man began to whistle once more. "Come on, Namiashi, you're killing me. What's with the good mood? It's gotta be more than just sleeping in."
"You need to get out more, Captain," Raido grinned. "Find yourself a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Or two or three."
Sudden realization hit the captain like a falling rock. He groaned, shaking his finger at Raido. "That really isn't fair," he complained weakly.
"Just saying."
In Jun's mind, there was only one thing that could inspire a night-owl like Raido to sudden cheerfulness. "It really was a good morning, then," he said slyly, putting as much inflection into his voice as he could.
Raido winked and walked away, still whistling.
"You're a bastard, Namiashi!"
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Read on to Chapter10Pt2
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A/N: the 'stuck to the sheets' thing is from Ch3pt2: "Sex is messy, Iruka. Besides, there’s nothing like waking up stuck to the sheets to make you appreciate what happened before you went to sleep," Raido whispered..."
A/N2: from Ch2: "I know, how about I fucking stomp on your foot AGAIN! Maybe it WILL break this time, and then I can send you a get-well basket as an apology! I’m thinking stinging nettles and poison ivy, maybe a nice cactus!" Iruka took a step forward and another round of laughter swept the bar when Torao jerked his foot back under the table.
A/N3: from Ch6pt3, Iruka tells the partial story. Nobody knows the full story yet...not even Iruka.
A/N: Flowers and their meanings from an article on TokyoPop's website.
And extra points to whoever spots the Harry Potter paraphrased quote... Lividangel7 got it! Ron to Hermione: "You're a little bit scary sometimes. Brilliant, but scary."