FIC: What Genma Wanted Ch10 Pt2 (Pockyverse)
Title: What Genma Wanted Ch10 Pt2
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: GenRai + Iruka; guest appearances by Neji, Mizuki, Kotetsu/Izumo (for kattmad), OC ANBU boys, and random filler OCs
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: Iruka talks with Mizuki, faces mass chaos in the Mission Room, and helps Izumo make Kotetsu jealous. Raido endures.
Iruka was convinced every child in the classroom ate cupcakes for breakfast that morning, and possibly for dinner last night. He hated yelling, but honestly, sometimes it took a loud voice to get their attention. He could hear bellows coming from down the hall and grinned - looked like his class wasn't the only one with problems today. Patience wasn't working, and yelling wasn't working. It was time to try bribery.
"We have one hour before lunch," he announced. "We have two lessons to get through. If you sit still and listen, we'll play 'Blind Man Shuriken' after the quiz this afternoon. If you don't, however, I have three more surprise quizzes just waiting for you."
Stunned silence greeted his announcement, as if any cheers would count as 'not paying attention'.
"And just so you know," Iruka continued, "the quizzes are not hidden in this room, so don't even think of trying to peek, Neji."
The pale-eyed Hyuuga stared at him solemnly. Of course, Neji didn't need to peek, his grades were exemplary, but the others might pressure him into it. Neji's pride was a double-edged sword.
After that, the lessons passed swiftly, the children struggling to sit still and listen. When the bell rang, Iruka smiled and nodded. "Well done. Meet back here after lunch. We'll have a quiz, then we'll play our game."
He grabbed his onigiri from his desk in the workroom, pausing to admire his flowers again, and met Mizuki outside under a tree. "Can I eat first?" Iruka complained when Mizuki stared at him expectantly.
"Eat one, then talk."
So Iruka ate, then talked. And talked. And talked. Mizuki just listened, shaking his head from time to time.
"So that's what's been going on this week so far," Iruka finished. He grabbed another onigiri, intent on finishing it before Mizuki could start up with the inevitable questions.
But Mizuki didn't say anything, just looked at Iruka, waiting.
"Well?" Iruka asked, wiping the last bit of rice from his lips. "Comments? Insults? Laughter? This isn't like you."
Mizuki took a deep breath and let it out noisily. "Do you really want to know what I think, or are you just being polite?"
Iruka stared back, forehead crinkled in thought. "A little of both."
His friend laughed at that, nodding. "I think that's the first completely honest thing you've said to me all week."
"Mizuki, if I've left anything out, or fudged over details, it's not because I'm trying to deceive you. You really don't want to know everything."
"Maybe I do," Mizuki replied quietly, his eyes dangerously narrowed.
"Fine," Iruka hissed, dropping his voice just in case little ears were listening. Or bigger ears for that matter. "I woke up this morning with Raido's erection poking me in the hip. So I rolled over and gave him a blow job while he was still asleep. Is that the kind of thing you want to know?"
Mizuki didn't normally blush, but when he did, it was an amazing display, his pale skin mottled in flaming tones down to his neck. It made Iruka's blush seem jaded in comparison. "Iruka," Mizuki finally gasped. "I did not need to know that. I wish I did not know that. I..."
Iruka stared at him archly, arms crossed.
"I completely had that coming, didn't I?" Mizuki rubbed his face, trying to gain some control over his body. "So, you promise you've told me everything, minus those bits I really don't want to know?"
"Yeah, I think that's it. If I left out anything, it's probably because it's classified or irrelevant, like how the girls went gaga over Ino-chan's father when we saw him in the street."
"You're right, irrelevant. Everybody goes gaga over Yamanaka."
"So?" Iruka prodded again.
Mizuki shrugged back. "I've said everything I've got to say about this fucked up threesome of yours. But it is nice to know that they've at least said they were going to stop treating you like some little sex doll. Whether that'll be the case or not, I can only hope."
"We agree to disagree on this matter?"
"Yeah," Mizuki nodded. "But, I can honestly say that every problem you've encountered this week is a direct result of your association with those two deviants. You've made your bed, you're sleeping in it, and I can't wait to be around when they kick you out of it."
"That's unkind, Mizuki." Iruka couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.
"Tough love, Iruka. It's the only way you're gonna learn."
Mizuki stood up, brushing his legs. "So, you got pulled away yet?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Iruka answered, stretching his legs before jumping to his feet. He couldn't suppress the groan then. He was still a little achy.
"Oh, that's right, you weren't on the Mission Desk yesterday. Well, they got flooded yesterday. A whole slew of missions arrived by courier, so most of the teachers will be out tomorrow."
Iruka groaned, dropping his head against his chest. "And of course they're not going to close the Academy..."
"Because most of those kids' parents are leaving as well." Mizuki nodded with a smile.
"Good thing I'm planning on running them ragged this afternoon," Iruka sighed. "Any chance we can get the others to do the same?"
"Not a bad idea, Iruka. I'll go talk to Fumiki-sensei."
Iruka watched his friend march across the field, all long legs and arms. "Hey, Mizuki-sensei, will you be here tomorrow?" Iruka called after the man.
"No. I've got a solo mission tomorrow. I'm leaving tonight." The man seemed positively giddy. It had been a long time since he'd been on a mission.
Iruka often wondered why Mizuki bothered with teaching when it was so obvious he preferred field work. "Do your best, Mizuki!"
The man waved behind him, jogging the rest of the way to the Academy. Great, Iruka thought. This week had been one long day after another, and who knew what kind of chaos tomorrow would bring.
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If Iruka had envisioned chaos for tomorrow, it was nothing compared to what he encountered when he stepped into the Mission Room. Lines of shinobi stretched out the door, boxes of half-completed reports sat haphazardly off to one side, and Izumo actually looked stressed. "Run, Iruka," the man mumbled, staggering under the weight of several boxes of paper. "Run while you still can."
"What is going on?" Iruka demanded, shaking his head.
"It's like every person in Fire Country decided 'oh, hey, it's time to hire a ninja'."
"Was it this bad yesterday?"
"No, but we got behind. It's a good thing you're staying late tonight. Everything's a mess, and Kotetsu's being a complete jackass."
"Personal jackass or professional jackass?" Iruka asked tiredly.
"Both," Izumo snapped before dropping the boxes by the table. "It's all yours, Iruka-sensei. I've got guard until 8, then I'll be back for file room duty."
Iruka waved goodbye then took his seat. The Hokage's replacement eyed him with relief. "Please tell me you know what you're doing."
"Yes, sir, I know what I'm doing. Is there any way we could clear the room for about fifteen minutes? I think I can find a way to make things run a little faster."
"I don't know. Some of them have been waiting over an hour. But if you're willing to take the heat, be my guest."
Iruka sighed. The Hokage always supported his administrative personnel. It irked Iruka that this elder only cared for his own reputation. "Attention! I need everyone to clear the room!"
The gathered shinobi grumbled and complained, but Iruka was loud and demanding, so it only took five minutes to clear the room. The noise level dropped considerably. Then Iruka got to work. "Is there a hold-up here?" he asked the finance clerk.
"I can't get the missions written up fast enough."
"How many of the shinobi out there were summoned?" Iruka asked tersely.
"Less than half."
"Do we have their missions ready to go?"
The elder pointed at a stack in the corner. "They're over here. Most of them, I think."
"Fine, we'll start with those. You keep working on writing up the new missions." Iruka turned to the sorter in the corner. "I need you to keep a running list of who is being sent where."
Thirteen minutes later, Iruka stepped outside. "I need everyone who was summoned to form a line starting here!" He pounded the wall on one side of the door. "Everyone else, please form another line starting here!" He pounded the wall on the other side of the door. "Genin teams, please line up against this wall!" Iruka walked across the hall and waved, indicating a large open space. "In the interest of our hearing, we will process the genin teams as quickly as possible. Until then, please set a good example for our younger ninja."
Iruka's directions and promise to get the kids out of the hall as soon as possible was met with low-voiced cheers. They weren't incredibly noisy, on the whole, but they were kids. It also meant the kids wouldn't be exposed to the questionable conversations he could hear starting up around him. Iruka stepped back inside the door, making sure everyone knew their new jobs.
Within twenty minutes, they had sent all of the genin teams present on their way. Within forty minutes, almost all of the shinobi summoned specifically were sent off with their scrolls. By 6:30, all of the shinobi waiting for missions had left, leaving only those waiting to turn in reports. The elder stood, groaning. "What a nightmare," he huffed.
"Will someone be coming to take your place? We can't hand out any more missions without authorization."
The man shook his head. "I doubt it. We'll all be attending the banquet this evening."
Iruka nodded, sighing. "I understand. Thank you for your patience this evening." At least that would give the finance clerk time to finish his work.
The elder turned as he left. "I'll send my assistant by in an hour or so. He can authorize any C and D missions. Anything else will have to wait until tomorrow."
Iruka stood up, surveying the room. It looked like a file room had exploded. Sitting back down, Iruka held out his hand wearily, eager to get the rest of the people in the room on their way so he could start on the mess.
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When Izumo returned at 8pm, the finance clerk was near tears, and the sorter had developed a twitch in his left eye. Iruka lolled on the table, shaking his hand. "I really hate you for leaving me," he grumbled at the shorter man.
"Aww, baby, it looks like you guys handled everything," Izumo teased back. "And you left me alone yesterday. Alone with Kotetsu."
"Sorry," Iruka mumbled. "Did you need to eat first, or are you ready to hit the file room?"
Izumo bent down to pick up a stack of boxes. "I'll start in the file room. And could you do something about this room while you're here? It's a real mess." He chuckled and jumped through the door when three scrolls flew through the air from three separate directions. Three voices muttered 'asshole' simultaneously.
At 9pm, the finance clerk and sorter left and Iruka switched off the lights. The elder's assistant never showed up, but it didn't matter. Iruka wondered if there were any shinobi left in the village. He'd been working in the Mission Room for four years, and he'd never had a day like today. Grabbing another stack of boxes, Iruka climbed the stairs to the main file room, yawning.
"So, what's going on?" he asked conversationally, dropping the boxes next to Izumo.
"Here, pull up a chair and listen to my tale of woe," Izumo sniffed.
"No, thanks, I would rather stand."
Izumo chuckled and dropped his voice. "Big guy giving it to you up the ass already?"
Iruka dropped the file in his hand, his eyes wide with shock. "Wh-wh-what?"
"So is that a yes or a no?"
Shaking his head, Iruka considered his answer. He really could tell Izumo anything. And nobody knew Izumo like he did. Everyone else saw the polite, even-tempered man with a soft, deep voice. Iruka doubted even Kotetsu knew this side of Izumo - rude, crude, and completely uninhibited, as long as they were just talking. "Sort of, but not the way you're thinking."
"Fingers?"
Iruka nodded, reaching down for another file folder.
"How was it?"
"Amazing," Iruka whispered. "I can't even describe it."
"What's up with you and 'Tetsu this time?" Iruka asked softly.
"Off again," Izumo muttered. "He's decided he wants to date girls."
Iruka snorted in response. "Ridiculous. He tried that already."
"I know!" Izumo sighed, leaning his head against a drawer. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, Iruka."
"Hey, you know he loves you, 'Zumo."
"I know he loves me. You know he loves me. Hell, his mom knows he loves me. The only one who doesn't seem to know is Kotetsu." Izumo fell silent for a moment, then continued. "Did you know his mother told me I could do better?"
"His mother said that?" Iruka looked stunned. Kotetsu's mother had been strongly opposed to her son's relationship in the beginning.
Izumo nodded, "Yeah. She even apologized to me, like it's her fault he's such a spoiled brat."
Iruka sighed and shook his head. "What's the real problem?" He knew the answer, and he knew the solution, but so far, Izumo had been unwilling to do anything about it.
"Sex," the man replied glumly. "He says I'm too cold to him. I'm not responsive. I'm too quiet. Whatever." Izumo growled and shoved another file into the drawer.
"So be more responsive. Be less quiet."
"That's not me, Iruka."
Iruka sighed, nodding. "Have you tried talking to him?"
"We talk all the time."
"I mean, during sex. You know, like you talk to me. A little rude. You've got a nice voice, Izumo. He might go for that."
"You mean, like dirty talk?" Izumo shook his head. "I couldn't do that."
"Why not? You don't have a problem saying those things to me."
"I'm not sleeping with you." Izumo shook his head again. "I just...couldn't. It's too embarrassing."
Iruka laughed. "You mean, it's okay to let him bend you over your kitchen table, in the middle of the afternoon, but it's not okay to tell him how good it feels?"
"Hey, you're not exactly Mr. Uninhibited yourself, you know."
"I haven't been screwing my best friend for two years either," Iruka replied. "And I'm getting better, a little." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "I woke Raido up this morning. With my mouth."
"You did not, you liar." Izumo stared up at Iruka, mouth wide. "Fuck, you did. You naughty little sensei! And?"
Iruka blushed and chuckled, looking down at the floor. "He didn't complain."
"I bet he didn't. He probably walked around all day with a goofy smile on his face."
"So?"
"So what? We're off."
"Idiot. Woo him back. Wear that tight blue tshirt he likes so much and make him drool just thinking about you."
They heard footsteps in the hall, coming closer. "Speak of the asshole," Izumo muttered, nearly yelping when Iruka pulled him around the corner. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Making him jealous," Iruka whispered. "Just play along."
He pushed Izumo to the edge of the file cabinets, making sure enough of the man would show from the door so Kotetsu would know it was him. "So," Iruka asked in a normal voice. "It's really over this time?" He nodded to Izumo.
"Yeah, that's what he said."
They heard the footsteps stop, just outside the door.
"His loss. That means you're single now, right?" Iruka let a hopeful tone creep into his voice.
"I guess," Izumo replied, still confused. "I haven't really thought about it."
The footsteps slid closer, and they could feel Kotetsu standing just inside the door.
"Good. I want you to think about it right now. With me." Iruka dropped his voice, forcing Kotetsu to come closer so he could hear.
"Iruka, I don't think - mmph!" Izumo's eyes widened when Iruka grabbed his hand and placed it over his mouth. Kiss your hand he mouthed, as he grabbed Izumo's waist with his other arm, making sure it could be seen from the door. Iruka placed his own hand over his own mouth, kissing and sucking on it as an example. Moan he mouthed to Izumo, not bothering to hide his grin when Izumo complied. Loudly.
"Your voice is so sexy," Iruka said. Say my name.
"Iruka." Izumo had to bite his own hand to keep from laughing.
"Ngh," Iruka moaned back. "You're so aggressive, Izumo." He pulled Izumo closer. Resist, Iruka commanded.
"Iruka, no. We can't do this."
"Why not?" Iruka demanded, winking. Because you still love Kotetsu
Izumo sighed. "Because I still love him," the man said sadly, and he didn't have to act to make his voice quiver.
"Close your eyes," Iruka replied. "I'll be Kotetsu." More kissing!
The sounds of soft moans and wet kisses filled the room. Iruka could feel the man standing there, just behind the wall of cabinets, but couldn't see him. He shrugged when Izumo widened his eyes in a question. Well? Now what?" Iruka almost admitted defeat when a voice rang out through the room.
"Umino, I'm giving you to the count of 3 to get your hands, lips, and any other body parts off of my boyfriend."
And then Kotetsu was there, apparently forgetting all about the count. He stared at them, dark eyes hard until he realized they were kissing their own hands. Iruka released Izumo's waist with a chuckle, kissing his hand rudely at Kotetsu.
Izumo hung his head, looking at his recently ex-boyfriend through long lashes with a shy smile. "Um, gotcha?"
Kotetsu stood there, looking from one man to the other. "You were trying to make me jealous," he gasped out finally. "You were actually trying to make me jealous!"
Izumo frowned, crossing his arms. "So what if I was?"
Iruka shook his head. "The question is, did it work? And if it did, why are you two still here?"
Kotetsu narrowed his eyes, pushing Izumo against the wall. "Never, ever, do that to me again," he muttered before he kissed Izumo, pressing their bodies together hard enough to cause the drawers to shake.
"I'll just be over here, working," Iruka muttered with a grin, walking away from the reunited couple. He only felt a little guilty about what he'd done, and there wasn't any guarantee it would be enough. It was up to Izumo now.
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"Nothing," Ryo groaned. "Not one thing out of place. Not one suspicious person. Nothing."
Raido nodded, rubbing his eyes. He had a headache from standing around all day, nerves on edge, just waiting for something to happen. And it didn't. It had gone smoothly, from start to finish. "You think we scared them off?"
Yoshinori shrugged. "All signs point to 'no', but you were right. This would have been the best time to strike."
"Now what?" Tadashi asked, lounging against a chair. "All the nobles are tucked in their beds, extra guards are posted nearby. We've got scores of teams all over the village on guard. Is this somebody's idea of a joke?"
Jun shook his head. "If it's a joke, I'm not laughing. Don't forget, we have one more day to get through. Namiashi, can you handle the rest of it alone?"
"Yeah, no sweat."
"Fine. Meet us outside the Hokage's office and we'll go over tomorrow's plan of action. I promise I won't keep us up all night. Even I'm getting a little tired."
Raido walked through the banquet hall, watching the staff clean up. The Hokage had been delivered safely back to his rooms, so technically, Raido's job for the evening was done. He knew there were some things the other men needed to discuss, things they wouldn't discuss around him. He didn't mind. Jun had kept him so far inside the loop this time, Raido could admit he was a little confused by it. But then, all the signs of an attack were there, and this was Raido's field of expertise.
At 1am, Raido left the hall and climbed the stairs to the Hokage's office. He wondered when Iruka made it home, wondered where Iruka would sleep tonight. He wouldn't mind curling up next to Iruka right now. Maybe he would try at the man's apartment before he went to Genma's place.
The hallway outside the Hokage's office was empty. Raido sat down on the floor and waited. Eventually, somebody would notice him. He didn't have to wait that long. A masked ANBU stared down at him imposingly. "You waiting for the captain?"
Raido nodded, standing up.
"They're all down in the Mission Room."
"Why?" Raido blurted out before he could stop himself.
The guard chuckled. "No idea. One of the administrative types has them all wound up. He was here a little while ago getting some maps." The man shrugged again.
"Thanks," Raido said before he left the hallway, trekking back down the stairs to the Mission Room.
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Read on to Chapter10Pt3
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