Messengers Keeping Busy

A/N: Takes place during/after Naruto Manga Chapter 182.

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"Did you hear that flat-haired bitch call us messengers?” Kotetsu asked. “Four-thirty in the fucking morning, and we have to put up with this.”

“What? Who called us messengers?“ Izumo struggled to catch up to Kotetsu both in the hallway they were walking down, and in the conversation Kotetsu had started before the door to the Hokage’s office was completely shut behind them.

“Oh. Shikamaru-kun’s mom? How can you even remember what she called us? And we were, technically, delivering a message, so…”

“Technically, it doesn’t take two bad-ass shinobi to drag a lazy twelve-year-old to the Hokage’s office.” Kotetsu interrupted, turning down another long corridor leading towards the staircase. “And you know what? I’ll go ahead and put up with your one visible eye looking all sad and disappointed when I ask this: Why isn’t the entire village joyfully linking hands and shouting, ‘Later days you arrogant FUCK’ at Uchiha’s fan wearing backside?”

Izumo did send a look of sad disappointment Kotetsu’s way, and tried to talk down the emerging tent in his gray uniform pants that seemed to only hear Kotetsu say, “blah blah blah blah blah FUCK blah blah blah…” The resulting slideshow of images flashing through Izumo’s memory made his problem worse with each step he took.

Izumo closed his eyes, shook his head, and took three huge steps to catch up and show Kotetsu just how sad and disappointed his non-hair-covered eye could look. He willed himself to focus only on Kotetsu’s lack of compassion towards poor Sasuke-kun.

Kotetsu took in the expression on Izumo’s face, stopped, leaned in to look closer, then let one side of his mouth slide up into a small smile as his gaze slid down towards the delicious looking bulge trying desperately to work its way free from the layers of regulation polyester. He always forgot how Izumo’s love of hearing the f-word didn’t limit itself to the bedroom, making life pretty uncomfortable for him since Kotetsu liberally seasoned all of his conversations with fuck-speak.

Seeing what held Kotetsu’s interest, Izumo slowly and subconsciously wet his lips, then pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucked. Kotetsu’s gaze moved up to Izumo’s talented mouth, then reluctantly slid away to check if anyone was coming down the hall. Ah…. Nobody. He motioned for Izumo to follow him as he checked the stairs.

Izumo followed Kotetsu into the stairwell, then they shared a frustrated look as they heard voices on their way up.

“Yeah, I don’t know if it’s because he’s Kakashi’s boy, has the Sharingun, might be going to Orochimaru, or all three, but the Hokage’s desperate to get that conceited bitch back.” The men coming up the stairs nodded at Kotetsu and Izumo who were starting to make their way down the stairs. The unwelcome intruders’ voices faded away, with one saying, “I heard they might actually have to send Genin after the Uchiha. Whoever they can find and grab, that‘s who they‘re sending.”

Kotetsu and Izumo exchanged identical, raised-eyebrowed looks. They doubled their pace down the stairs.

“Ohhhhhh, no. Fuck that. No way!” Kotetsu muttered as he grabbed Izumo’s wrist and pulled him the rest of the way down the stairs and out a side door. “Princess Sasuke chose to leave. Good luck with that murdering your brother thing, ass-clown! No fucking WAY are we going up against guys who killed the Third for that fuckhole.”

Izumo really wished his body wasn’t ridiculously hardwired to respond to Kotetsu’s voice saying things like “fuckhole.” Was he, or was he not, a dignified Konoha shinobi? He forced himself to keep his focus. What was Kotetsu blabbering about? Oh, right, right…. Sasuke-kun again. Best just to agree. “Yeah, I don’t know about putting my ass on the line for him.”

Kotetsu paused just within the edge of the mansion lawn and pulled Izumo behind a large hedge. He leaned over, breathing warm air against Izumo’s ear as he whispered, “Who would you put that ass on the line for?” He slid one hand down Izumo’s back, paused, then teasingly ran one finger down the back seam of his pants.

Izumo blushed and closed his eyes, murmuring, “Depends who’s drawing the line.”

Kotetsu continued slowly running one finger along the back seam of Izumo’s pants, pushing in just a little harder each time. In answer to Izumo’s soft moans, he gently leaned his forehead against the side of Izumo‘s face, nudging him until he exposed a tiny sliver of neck above the clinging, black fabric of his wrapping. Izumo breathed in sharply, then exhaled slowly as Kotetsu used his tongue to draw a thin, moist line down the shell of his ear, down his exposed neck, and ….

“Hey guys! Oh… Sorry….” The young office assistant sent by the Hokage looked down at the ground, cleared his throat, then hurried through the rest of his message while the two Chuunin jumped apart and struggled to look professional. “Izumo-san, Kotetsu-san, I’m so sorry, but you guys grabbed the wrong documents before. You need to go back and get….” He broke off at the look on Kotetsu’s face.

“You. Are. Shitting. Me. We hauled so many fu…“ He broke off and had pity on his suffering Izumo. “So many documents back here that Izumo here couldn’t even SEE over them. We had to haul those things around while dealing with a sobbing, pink haired Uchiha fangirl, and now… You know what- not your problem, brat. Don’t worry about it.” Kotetsu ignored the looks on Izumo and the assistant’s faces as he interrupted his own rant, pasted a smile on his face, and finished, “We’d love to go get those documents! Might take awhile, though. Be back as soon as we can!” Once again he grabbed Izumo’s wrist and pulled him along.

“Kotetsu, are you nuts?” Izumo quickly nodded goodbye to the flustered assistant and tried to keep up. “It’s five-o-clock in the morning and we haven’t slept yet!”

“Yeah, yeah, the life of a shinobi’s pretty grueling. Hey, let’s go wake Genma’s ass up and see if he has anything to eat.”

Eat? Izumo took a deep, calming breath and figured Kotetsu had moved on to a more pressing primal need. A dignified shinobi like Izumo could wait. No problem. No problem at all. What had Kotetsu just said? Oh, right, right…… Genma. “He’s out on a mission, like everyone else.”

Izumo didn’t add that his comfort level with waking up shinobi elite and demanding food wasn’t very high. He followed along, trying to discretely shift his pressing primal need to a more comfortable position in his pants. He actually didn’t mind putting distance between them and whoever would get stuck going after Sasuke-kun and the freaks who had successfully killed the Third.

Izumo pushed away the erotic imagery trying to crowd into his brain as he sincerely prayed that Sasuke-kun’s tragic life would somehow find some happiness. He also thought through the possible ramifications of Orochimaru somehow making use of the Uchiha Sharingan.

Even with those serious concerns, Izumo’s philosophy regarding what was and wasn’t worth risking life (anyone’s life) over was pretty similar to Kotetsu’s, and Sasuke’s hell-bent pursuit of revenge just didn’t qualify. Izumo’s thoughts were broken off as Kotetsu finally let go of his wrist just outside of Genma’s apartment building.

“This is perfect. It’s so much easier to enjoy Genma’s hospitality when he’s not here being a pain in the ass.” Kotetsu started scanning for the window he knew had the lightest security. He continued making his case, not noticing that Izumo was too preoccupied to argue.

“I don‘t have any money on me, both of our places are too far out of the way, and I’m starving. We’ll just have a little snack, get the right documents, drop them off, then go get some sleep ourselves.” He finished convincing Izumo as they make their way around the side of the building. “Come on. Tsunade-sama probably started drooling onto that first pile of crap we brought back ten seconds after she shipped Shikamaru out. Seriously. Come ON!”

They climbed up the side of the building together, but Izumo hung back while Kotetsu dismantled the traps guarding Genma’s window. He sighed and followed when Kotetsu climbed through the window.

The two men paused to look around at the mess of a bedroom. Genma had obviously left in a hurry judging from the clothes on the floor, and the general look of interrupted activity and last minute packing.

“Huh…” Kotetsu said, looking around at the variety of porn DVDs piled next to the T.V. propped up on a large trunk at the foot of the bed. He leaned down, reached across to the middle of the bed and carefully picked up a crusty looking towel using his thumb and forefinger. “Wonder what he was doing right before he left.” He tossed the towel onto the floor, flipped around so that he was lying on his stomach with his feet on Genma’s pillow and started browsing through the DVD piles.

Izumo blushed and looked away from the lotion next to the bed. He stepped closer and nudged the towel with his foot. “Uh, maybe we could wash that for him.”

“Yeah, he’d appreciate that. We’ll spruce up his jack-off station and leave a note thanking him for the snacks.” Kotetsu stretched to pick up the empty case on top of the DVD player and read the title out loud. “Us. Happy Anniversary. R.”

A wicked grin spread slowly across Kotetsu’s face as he checked to make sure that was the DVD currently cued up to play.

Izumo backed up, shaking his head and waving his arms. “No. No way. Whatever you’re thinking about… Taking that, watching it here, whatever… No, no, NO!”

“What?” Kotetsu asked innocently, looking over his shoulder at Izumo. “We went to Genma and Raidou’s anniversary party. Maybe this is footage of you singing Karaoke.”

“Yeah. One of the deadliest assassin shinobi in Konoha was jacking himself while watching me sing Old Saint John. You know, this was a really, really bad idea. Let’s just grab those documents, then go get some…. you know… sleep.” Izumo blushed and lowered his gaze to the floor.

Kotetsu’s gaze drifted down Izumo, then back up as he started unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket with one hand and reaching out to push the “Happy Anniversary” DVD back into the player with his other hand. “Yeah, I’m feeling like getting some… you know… sleep myself. I’m sure Genma and Raidou wouldn’t mind helping us get nice and sleepy.”

Izumo lunged onto the bed too late to stop Kotetsu from pressing *play*.