The Briar Rose

Disclaimer: Naruto is not my toy, although sometimes I wish it was. Everyone you meet here belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, I just borrow them, occasionally.

Author's Note: Hayate is a pissy little git; Genma is incorrigible. And Hayate still lives at home... With his awesome dad Gekkou Ken'ichirou, for whom I must lavish my thanks upon Sweetbriar. (And OMGWTF NOVEL LENGTH RP for teh winz! grins at Sweetbriar)

Warnings: Expletives, violence, smut, gratuitous Genma abuse.

The words were entirely neutral and wholly without weight, but Hayate blushed, suddenly. "I must have split my lip," he mumbled into his bowl.

Genma leaned back on his hands, tilting his head back to look at the man in the doorway. "Actually, he split my lip. I was wondering how long it would take him to notice." Genma grinned, foolishly. Ken'ichirou knew what was going on between them -- after the last couple of years, it would be impossible for him not to. But, like most young couples, they preferred not to be caught in the act.

Hayate blushed even redder. "Genma!" he hissed -- voiced, it might have been a whine. "It's not like that, dad."

"On the contrary," Genma protested, "it's exactly like that." He grinned salaciously at Hayate.

Ken'ichirou cleared his throat. "I'm beginning to wonder if you aren't right about the family's predilection toward damaging your face, Genma." It was a mild jest, not a threat, and executed in the same mild and neutral tone of voice as every other sentence that came out of the man. He looked back at his son. "Have you been taking your pills?"

Glaring resentfully at Genma, Hayate nodded. "Yes." He sulked, pouted, and generally looked like a very tall six-year-old.

"I sat on him and put them in his mouth." Genma tilted his head back again and offered a smugly triumphant smile.

The corner of Ken'ichirou's mouth twitched in amusement. "I see." He yawned. "I think I'm going to go to sleep now. You boys have fun." He started to walk away, but looked back as he passed the far edge of the wide door. "And Genma? Neither too loudly nor too publicly."

Genma finally blushed, a bright red streak that stretched across the bridge of his nose. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." He was vanquished, at last -- subdued and embarrassed. As Ken'ichirou continued on his way to the back of the house, Genma speculated that for all the seriously revolting and fucked up things he'd done -- most more than willingly -- that being overheard as his small, frail boyfriend fucked the sense back into him, by said boyfriend's father, was absolutely on the bottom of the list of things he wanted to repeat.

Stunned silent, Hayate just looked appalled for a few long moments before he launched himself at Genma, stabbing him repeatedly with his chopsticks. Thankfully, chopsticks are not regulation piercing weapons, and did a great deal less damage than kunai might have. "I ought to kill you! Why do you have to be so fucking loud!?"

Grabbing Hayate by the front of his open vest, Genma pulled him very close and purred into his ear. "Because of you. Only you. Because every time you touch me, I don't ever want you to stop. Because the way your hands feel on my skin is just too good, and I can't stop begging you for more."

Hayate pushed him away, in some combination of frustration and disgust. "Bastard." His pants were visibly tighter than they had been.

"But I'm the bastard you want." Genma sounded smug as he stretched one arm forward, dragging a fingertip down the very obvious line on Hayate's pants. "Your room or the garden?"

Hayate's eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched. The chopsticks slipped from his suddenly inattentive fingers. He shuddered -- and shuddered again. "Don't care." His voice was tight and strained.

"Really...?" The word was drawn out. Genma poured himself back to his feet, moving like a gravity defying liquid. He stood temptingly before Hayate for a few moments, looking down in amusement. Hayate glared up at him and, moving swiftly and precisely, yanked open Genma's yukata and licked the inside of his thigh. Genma moved like a significantly faster liquid as he bent down and lifted Hayate, smiling wickedly as the little swordsman's legs wrapped around his waist.

"The garden, then. You're going to make it up to that poor abused willow." Genma had a strange sense of the world that involved plants and animals more than it did people, most of the time. When it involved people, he either fucked them or killed them. "I think she'll like the way you plead and moan just as much as I do."

"Genma...!" Hayate found it possible to be embarrassed by even non-living observers, and refused to let Genma suck him off in front of the stone Buddha in the side yard, more than once.

"Too late!" Genma smiled smugly. "You said you didn't care!" He carried Hayate out of the room and into the back garden. Hayate bitched colourfully the whole way there, and rabbit-punched Genma in the side of the head a few times, just for good measure.