All's Fair...

All's Fair Ch 3


Genma watched Izumo push the food around his plate, yet to eat a bite. "Izumo, eat something."

Dark eyes lifted to his and he sighed at how pathetic one of his soldiers looked. "Is that an order, Gen?" The smaller man looked tired even though he'd slept all night, dark circles under his eyes.

"I'd prefer you eat because you want your strength or because a concerned friend asked you to." He smiled as Izumo started swallowing small mouthfuls of eggs, eating nowhere near as much as he should have.

Tenzou entered the mess and headed straight for their table making Iruka blush and stare intently at the jam he was spreading on his toast.

"Sergeant Shiranui, the Captain wishes to see you," he said in a formal tone and form. "He is expecting you in his tent in ten minutes” he looked at his watch “that was 3 minutes ago. This means you have four minutes to get that food down Sergeant." Tenzou gave a little smirk as Genma rushed to finish the small amount of food left on his plate. Tenzou took a seat at the table just across from Iruka, but it was Izumo he turned to speak to because Iruka was still looking down at his very jammed toast. "Do you not like the food here, Izumo? I know it's not as good as home but it has got to be better then basic." Tenzou's tone was kind.

"It's fine, sir. Just not overly hungry this morning. I'll eat more at lunch. I've never been much of a morning or breakfast person. Four days a week I wake up feeling queasy. Kotetsu calls it male morning sickness." Izumo's smile fell and he pushed his tray away from him. He hadn't even meant to think of him but it had just popped out before he'd realized what was happening. "It's particularly bad this morning. I'm going to go get ready for training." Everyone watched him go before Genma looked at his watch and yelped, shoveling a few more mouthfuls of eggs into his mouth before shooting a pleading look at Iruka and pointing to his tray. The brunet smiled and waved the fair haired sergeant away, smiling at the way Genma's cheeks puffed out when filled with food. He looked back across the table and blushed furiously when his eyes met Tenzou's.

"Good morning, Private Umino," Tenzou said with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" His smile broadened at Iruka's blushing nod and quiet reply of 'Yes I did. Thank you for asking, Sir.'

Tenzou turned the conversation to something more serious. "Private Umino, is it true what he said about not eating in the morning? If so, I should talk to the medics and get him some supplements. Can't have him running on a low tank every morning." Tenzou was concerned for the young man, this was not basic. This was much harder than basic. He would need all the strength he could get if he was to survive this training.

Iruka looked down at his tray, unsure if he could even make his voice work. God, this was awkward now but he didn't regret it. "He usually eats a lot more, sir. They checked him for every deficiency you can think of at basic but they only came up with a slight lack of vitamin D and B12. It's probably psychosomatic. He hates mornings and thinks he feels like crap in the morning, so he makes himself feel like crap in the morning. As for what he ate today, I don't think that had much to do with the hour."

"Thank you for your opinion, Private Umino, I always hold it in the highest regard." Tenzou gave a chuckle and scratched the back of his head. "I guess that's not really saying much is it, seeing I have only known you for two days. Haven't really had many chances to get your opinion." He could feel that his cheeks were now heating, "Ahh yeah, well I'll have a talk with Sergeant Shiranui about making sure Private Kamizuki gets the energy he needs in the mornings." He shifted in his seat and looked around. "Uhh, I should get going, I guess." He turned back to Iruka with a smile. "Have a good morning, Private. I'll see you after lunch for training with me." He stood up and checked over his pockets like he was making sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

Iruka jumped up, completely unsure as to why he had. He just felt like he was supposed to somehow. He fingered the edge of his tray nervously before looking up and smiling sheepishly. "Are you heading back to the barracks?" Tenzou nodded and mumbled, 'that direction'. Iruka nodded his cheeks hotter than he thought they'd ever been before. "Gimme a sec and I'll walk with you," he said, picking up his and Genma's trays. "That is...if you don't mind."

"Ah yeah, that would be great" the short haired brunet said excitedly. "Aaahh, I mean that would be fine, Private." He reached out and took Genma's tray from Iruka walking with him to the dish return counter. As they walked from the mess hall Tenzou asked, "You have an hour till morning training. Captain is keeping today low key to keep the men calm after yesterday. Would you like to go to the medical tent with me and I can show you around and, ahh, maybe show you some of the stuff I was thinking would help your friend?" 'fuck fuck fuck. I'm such a geek. Why would he want to work on his time off, you should just shut up now and enjoy his company' Tenzou looked straight forward as they walked feeling like a fool.

Iruka beamed at his lieutenant. "Learning and helping my friends, you've combined two of my favorite things." 'Plus you said you'd do it with me...' The pair walked the rest of the way to the tent in silence, both with a bit of bounce it their steps.
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Genma swallowed the last little bit of egg from his mouth just as he reached the captain's tent. Taking a deep breath he pulled the flap open enough to peek inside. His eyes widening as a pale, muscular back was directly in his line of sight. Oh, and naked, the captain was definitely half naked. "Uh, sir, did you want to see me right now?"

"I swear to god, Shiranui, if one of your fucking men pukes on me I will make you personally lick it off my uniform," the silver haired man snapped dropping his pants to the floor. "Fuck. Soaked right though, that little shit" Kakashi dropped his boxers to the floor and turned to face Genma. "Have a fucking seat, Shiranui," he said pointing to the chair Genma had sat in yesterday. He walked over to his cabinet and pulled out a clear uniform and underwear. He set the clothes on the bed before taking the seat across from Genma, still naked.

"Who threw up on you, sir?" Genma asked, praying that Kakashi would put on clothes before they started speaking. The exposed flesh seemed to be burning onto his brain, diminishing his cognitive functions considerably. If the captain started talking now, he was sure none of it would stick in his head. His eyes raked over the muscular form, admiring every contour and scar of the sculpted masterpiece. He could feel himself growing hard as he glanced at the massive, limp cock between his CO's legs and somehow managed to keep from licking his lips.

Kakashi gave his balls a little scratch as he watched the sergeant's eyes focus on his cock. "It was the skinny kid from Himotio's platoon. I think he might have been a bit afraid of me... well now he is terrified." Kakashi sniffed the air. "Fucking little kid." He got back up and tossed his uniform out the front of his tent. He came back to stand right in front of Genma "I need to get this stink off me. Follow me. I'll talk to you while I wash." Kakashi walked out the back of his tent. He couldn't keep the smirk from his face as he turned the water on.

'Oh god, NO!' "Yes, sir," Genma said as he followed behind the CO. It would have been hard enough to just see Kakashi naked but now he had to watch the man lather his body and try not to think about sucking the streams off water off the pale Adonis's skin. This whole company was completely fucked. Everyone was horny, sex crazed psychos. He stepped out into the shower area, immediately getting struck by the mist bouncing off Kakashi's body. Yes, he was definitely included with everyone. He watched as the long fingers moved over the wet flesh making him salivate. He wanted to drop to the floor and beg the man to let him suck his cock. He actually wanted to grovel, to debase himself for Kakashi. Shivering, he waited silently for the silver-haired man to speak.

Kakashi scrubbed over his chest and abs working down to his cock. He lathered up his hands good and started to scrub and soap his member "Fucking sand gets everywhere." He turned to face Genma. "You are lucky you don't have your foreskin." Kakashi had his foreskin pulled back and was now carefully washing the hidden head of his cock "As great as it is for sex it is equally as frustrating to keep clean in the desert." Kakashi almost started to laugh at the look on his sergeant's face so he turned back in case he couldn't hold his stone expression. "Of course that's not the only place sand is hard to get out of..." One of Kakashi's hands moved around to slide between his ass cheeks, scrubbing slow and hard making sure everything was well cleaned.

'I'm gonna cum in my pants,' Genma thought as he watched the captain clean his cock and ass at the same time. 'Oh, gods, I wish he'd ask me to do that for him. Or order me! Fuck, that would be hot!' He could feel his own hardness drooling against his pants and he looked down, mortified to find that his dampening uniform had one extra wet spot right were the head was. Praying that the older man wouldn't turn around he stuck his hands in his pockets, covertly tickling his erection as he watched the incredible show in front of him.

'Ahh, the timing of a genius' Kakashi thought as he turned to see a leer on Genma's face while rubbing his cock from his pocket. "Your uniform is getting wet, Sergeant, one gust of wind and you're going to be covered with mud. Think, Sergeant, you'll look like a pig," Kakashi snapped with a glare to his eyes. 'Man this is too much fun. Just what I need to get over a bad start to the day,' Kakashi sing songed in his mind.’

Genma's hazel eyes almost popped out of his skull as his superior officer's words sunk in. 'Does he want me to get naked?? Oh god, does he want to play with me?' He contained his jump for joy and thought about the options of what could happen if he took off his uniform. One, he could end up in a sexy shower scene, straight out of one of his fantasies with the captain or two, the silver haired man would freak out and probably make him go naked for another day. But maybe he'd get pushed around first if that happened. 'God! What’s wrong with me? This is sick! I actually want him to hurt me!'

Shaking himself out of his thoughts he made a quick decision. This was not the kind of opportunity you even think about passing up. "Well there's only one way around that, sir,” Genma said, looking into Kakashi's revealed face, marveling at the rugged good looks. He gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it swiftly over his head before leaning down, loosening and pulling off his boots. He quickly divested himself of the rest of his clothes and straightened up to show his body off to Kakashi. He tucked his arms neatly behind him, showing of his pert nipples and the way his hard cock jutted out from his body. Licking his lips he stepped forward into the edge of the shower spray and cocked his head seductively to the side. "What did you want to speak to me about, sir?" he asked all business.

Kakashi gave a pleased smile to Genma before turning back into the water "It's about your man, Private Hagane." Kakashi looked over his shoulder to make sure he still had Genma's attention "After receiving the afternoon reports from his commanding Lieutenants, I have come to the conclusion that his actions were the result of heat stroke. Therefore punishment will not be necessary." Kakashi removed his eye patch and hung it from the peg his soap was hanging from. He soaked his hair and face rinsing away the grime and dust that covered him just from his morning duties. He washed his hair with the same soap as the rest of his body. He took his time rinsing it, pushing it all back from his face. He reached out to a small shelf to his side turning to look when he didn't feel what he wanted. "Shit. Shiranui, there's a medicated soap bar just inside by the door on the shelf… grab it for me," Kakashi ordered going back to running fingers through his hair making sure all soap was rinsed away.

Genma turned away, a little disappointed. At least Kakashi hadn't seemed mad. If anything, he'd seemed pleased with Genma's display. "I'm glad to hear about Kotetsu, sir." 'Shit, why didn't I think about the heat and the run? Stupid!' He looked around the inside of the tent, his eyes landing on the shelf with the captain's sundries. He grabbed one of the bars of yellow coloured soap and ducked back outside, freezing when his brain was assaulted by sexy sight again. 'Fuck, he's so hot! Looks like he was sculpted out of marble or something.' His hands loosened subconsciously and the soap fell to the slatted floor. Kakashi looked back, shooting him an amused look and Genma scrambled forward, kneeling down into the shower spray to retrieve the soap.

Kakashi looked down on Genma kneeing before smirking. Staring down with one blue eye and one odd brown almost reddish eye, there was a raw looking scar running vertical from his brow to his cheek. "You're a bit clumsy," he stated, taking the soap from his hand and turning back to the shower spray taking his time to wash his face carefully with the medicated soap.

Genma exhaled and his shoulders slumped some. Sure, it was fun to be toyed with but that impressive piece of meat was just in front of him. All he would have had to do was stick out his tongue and he would have been able to taste it. He bowed his head submissively and pulled both his feet underneath him as he prepared to stand up, his palms balancing the weight of his now soaked body.

Kakashi rinsed his face quickly sensing Genma was about to move. He was happy by the man's actions today. He had been willing but made no advancement. 'Time for a reward.' He turned quickly and grabbed Genma's hair jerking his head so it was right in front of his cock. "Make it good, Shiranui, or you won’t taste it again," he growled. "Now open wide." The silver haired man placed the tip of his cock on Genma's lips, his own lips displaying a most pleased smile.

Genma was pulled off balance as Kakashi gripped his hair, throwing his face towards the silver nested cock. He gasped in surprise and grunted in even more surprise when the veiny organ was pushed past his lips. It took about half a second for him to snap out of his shock and begin pleasuring the silver haired man to the best of his abilities. He ran his tongue along the underside of the meat, pulling back so he could taste the head. He pushed his tongue around the sensitive foreskin, pressing it inside to taste the precum that was building already. Soap and cum attacked his taste buds making him moan. Looking up at his CO's cruel smirk, a shiver of delight wracked his body. He dove back on the hard flesh, taking it deep into his throat, wishing that Kakashi would take control of his head, to force the erection down his throat. His own cock was dripping and he desperately wanted to grab it but didn't dare do anything to disrupt this moment.

Kakashi let out a single breath of a chuckle before gripping harder to Genma's hair. 'He's ready.' He snapped his hips forward burying his cock in Genma's throat. Kakashi gave a quick little thrust then held it deep in his throat at seeing the tears spring up in Genma's eyes. "Don't pussy out on me now, Sergeant, not after all that pretty begging you did." Kakashi pulled back then thrust forward again quickly. His free hand moved to Genma's face wiping tears away with his thumb. "It fucking hurts when it is first jammed down your throat, doesn't it? Don't worry about the tears, Sergeant. I know you can't help it. It's like getting punched in the nose. Your eyes just start watering. It happens to the best of them." Kakashi's gentle strokes to Genma’s cheeks were a contrast to the brutal thrusts and painful grip in his hair.

Genma closed his eyes and tried not to think about how many other sergeants the captain had 'broken in'. He wanted to be the best. He had to be the best. Sucking in his cheeks, he thrust his head forward in time with Kakashi's hips drawing a groan of pleasure from above him. His jaw hurt, his neck hurt, his tongue was tired but he didn't care. He set his mind to give the best fucking blow job of his life. Genma moaned as Kakashi's grip tightened in his hair again. Finally able to lift one of his hands be brought it up to the silver hair dusted balls, massaging them expertly, smirking internally when he felt them start to tighten already. 'Yes, sir. Give it to me. Let me please you. Pour your cum down my throat.'

Both hands gripped in Genma's hair now as he slammed into that pleasing mouth. 'Fuck, so good, so fucking good. Fucking amazing!' Kakashi's mind went on and on praising the mouth around his cock, gasps and groans escaping his lips. It had been a long time since he had given a good face fuck. Raidou was use to it now and could take it like he was sucking a lollipop and Aoba was just too... Aoba. He just didn't enjoy it like Raidou did. But this pretty face in front of him could take it hard. He had begged for it and was enjoying it and taking more where he can. He was... perfect. Kakashi looked down hard into those wet, light brown eyes that were staring back up at him. "Fuck." Kakashi slammed in deep holding the blond head in place so he couldn't pull back again. Kakashi groaned loudly and arched like a bow when Genma's throat swallowed around his cock taking him over the edge. Kakashi's load pulsed into Genma's throat. He pulled his cock from Genma's mouth while cum still leaked in short bursts from the slit. He pulled Genma up to his feet quickly by his hair, covering the sergeant's mouth with his own and driving his tongue in to take in the taste of his own cum mixed with Genma's own flavor.

Genma's body throbbed as his captain shoved his tongue down his throat, tearing out several strands of hair in his fist as he ate the blonde’s mouth. He slid his tongue along the invading muscle but didn't dare attempt to stick his into the captain's mouth. He hadn't earned that yet and he knew it. Suddenly with another jerk to his hair, his own balls tightened and without any stimulation other than the tongue ravaging his mouth and the tight grip in his hair, he exploded on the taut plane of Kakashi's stomach. He jerked his head back, groaning as waves of sensation crashed down upon him. As if knowing exactly what he wanted, the captain tugged on his blond locks again and stared down at him with cool mismatched eyes. "Ahhh! Ah...Shit!" Genma gasped as one of Kakashi's hands moved to his throat, squeezing just enough that he could feel it but nowhere near enough to actually choke him. Two more streams of cum poured from his trembling body before he went lax in his CO's grip. His knees were holding him, though just barely, and he turned his lidded eyes to Kakashi for a reaction.

Kakashi's face was indeed pleased as he said "Very good, Sergeant." Then his brows furrowed and he stepped away letting Genma slump to his knees with a thump. "But now you have me covered with cum and I'm out of water" His voice was a deep rumble but it didn't carry any real threat. "I think you better clean this off, Sergeant." Kakashi walked past Genma and into his tent, to lay on his back on the bed.

Genma braced himself on his hands, trying to catch his breath as he thought about how sexy and addicting the pleased look had been on the captain. He would do anything to be able to see that again. He shoved himself upwards and swiftly followed Kakashi, not wanting the opportunity to lick those creamy abs clean to go away. He crawled onto the bed like a cat and arched his back so his ass stayed in the air while he began to lick at the salty fluid. He slid his hands down the soft skin on Kakashi's sides while his tongue scooped up cum like a cheap whore. "So what exactly is going to happen with Kotetsu, Sir? Will he be transferred to another platoon?" He murmured the words against the pale skin, his mouth moving immediately back to work after they passed his lips. Even though it had been a big load the stomach was cleaning quickly. Genma began lapping the areas just around the spot of cum that was left, hoping the captain would let him continue as he spoke. He varied between long slow strokes and short teasing licks, like a kitten scooping up milk with its tongue. He pressed the wet muscle into Kakashi's navel moaning softly when he found more of his cum there. God he wanted to do this all over the pale body. He wanted to beg to eat Kakashi's ass, even though he'd never done it and had no reason to think he'd like it.

"Kotetsu will be sent with others who have shown difficulty adjusting to the climate on desert conditioning training. It lasts a week and then he will be returned to his platoon. He will leave in 46 hours." Kakashi's voice was relaxed and pleased. "Just for your own knowledge of your men's well being, Raidou is being given punishment for his actions yesterday. He stepped out of bounds many times and I will not accept that from one of my officers." Kakashi had an evil smirk to his lips. "He'll be so busy the next couple days that he won't have time to cause trouble." Kakashi looked down at Genma and stroked hair out of his face that was getting in his mouth and tucked it behind his ear.

"Good to know, Sir," Genma mumbled absentmindedly as if Kakashi had just commented on the weather. He lifted the still sticky cock and looked up at the Captain for permission to continue cleaning. After receiving a nod of assent, he attacked the limp member, bathing it with his mouth until it started to harden again. He dropped his mouth lower, holding the cock in one hand and slowly stroking it while he tongued Kakashi's balls. The light grunts and moans from above him were driving him wild and his cock was already rock hard again. He moved lower yet again when the lean, muscular legs spread. He sucked on his captain's taint, massaging the sensitive area with his tongue. Bringing his hands down he spread Kakashi's cheeks and let his tongue explore lower. He'd been rimmed a few times but he'd never done it to another person. It would be perfect if the object of his obsession would let him make him his first.

Kakashi grabbed Genma's hair again making the dark eyes snap up to meet his "Don't get any ideas, Shiranui. Your cock will never be in my ass." Kakashi glared to make his point then shoved Genma's face back into his ass. "Now get to work." Kakashi spread his legs wider. This was not something he normally did but fuck it felt good. It was rare he ever spent enough time having sex that he would waste time on a rim job, plus he didn't like giving the idea he might enjoy a cock up the ass to anybody. It just wasn't his... style...'Fuck, I don't know, it fucking feels too good to think about.' Kakashi gave a please little hum as he stroked fingers through damp hair.

Genma tentatively pushed his tongue against the puckered entrance and brought it back into his mouth. When he only tasted soap he dove back in with a vengeance. He licked and sucked at the flesh, adding the occasional light nip to the muscular cheeks. He began to enjoy experimenting with what would make Kakashi shiver the most. He hoped that he was doing it right. Suddenly all the rim jobs he'd ever had seemed to be evading his memory. Twirling his tongue around Kakashi's hole, he tentatively pushed the tip in before pulling it back out to continue licking. When Kakashi didn't tell him to stop he did it again, pushing in a little further this time and curling his tongue to lick the inside of the tight ring of muscles before pulling it back out again.

The tight ring of muscles flexed and gripped at Genma's tongue. "Mmm, that's good work, sergeant." Kakashi's body arched a bit at the thought of Genma's fingers in his ass 'no not going to happen' his mind smashed back down. "You keep that up, sergeant and I'll be cumming on your chest before I even get my dick in your tight ass." He watched Genma carefully for his reaction.

Genma let out a little whimper and drove his tongue into the tight hole one more time, swirling and twisting it as much as possible before moving back up over the captain's taint and balls. He crawled so his ass was facing Kakashi and spread his legs, lowering his body so the silver haired man would be able to reach it easily before he began laying sloppy kisses all over the man's purpling cock. He sucked the delicious head into his mouth, suckling on it like a candy while he waited for Kakashi to make his move, praying the man would at least prepare him or lube him some before fucking his brains out.

"Mmm, now that's a nice presentation," Kakashi commented before slipping a finger into his mouth slicking it with spit. "A beautiful, clean, pink asshole just begging to be stretched wide. Do you like having your ass stretched, sergeant?" Kakashi asked dragging his slick fingertip over the opening. Kakashi's cock bobbed against Genma's lips as he pressed his finger deep and slow. "Mmmm" he purred as he watched his finger disappear into that tight heat. Kakashi spit, the saliva landing right on the opening, perfect aim from years of spit polishing boots. He pressed the spit into the hole with two fingers working them in and out to slick the hole well.

"Uuuughhhh!" Genma moaned around the head of Kakashi's dick, his body trembling as the lightly slicked fingers probed his ass. When the long fingers brushed against his prostate he arched violently upwards, his hips pushing backwards onto Kakashi's fingers. He'd been fingered before but he'd only ever had Kakashi in his ass two days ago during the physical. He wondered if the captain had any idea that he'd been the one to take Genma's cherry. Soon he was in the throes of too much sensation to suck Kakashi's cock properly so he buried his face in the pale flank and fisted the sheets, raising his face to lap at the captain's erection when there was a break in the assault on his prostate. "Ungh! C-captain...ahhhh!" Genma gasped as a third finger pressed into him, a slight sting shooting up his spine, exciting him all the more.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kakashi chuckled as he pressed his fingers hard against the sergeant’s prostate "And I'll take this ass as mine. That means no one else touches this ass. Is that clear, sergeant? Your body belongs to me. It is here to pleasure me. Do you agree to this, Genma?" Kakashi questioned in a serious tone making sure he had Genma's attention by pulling his fingers from his body.

Genma bucked backwards searching for the fingers to fill him again. He couldn't believe how painfully close to cumming he was again. "Yes! Fuck yes! I'm yours! Oh, gods, please fuck me, Sir!" He cried out in gratitude when the body moved from beside him and strong hands gripped his hips and he felt the hard, heat pressing against his opening. Whimpering pathetically when Kakashi teased him by rubbing his erection around his entrance, applying a little pressure and then backing off, he reached back a hand back to grasp Kakashi's hip. The appendage was captured and twisted behind his back making him cry out in surprise. "Oh GODS! Please...I'm gonna cum! Please!"

'Oh fuck, look at that, so perfect, so needy, so wanting. Other than the grab, but fuck, that led to punishment and that made him even more excited. Fuck, this ass is mine. No one else will touch this ass.' Kakashi leaned over Genma's back and nipped hard to the back of his neck, pressing the head of his cock so it was just spreading the hot ring. "You are mine" he growled. His hips pressed....

"Captain Hatake sir, Lieutenant Namiashi has finished the instructed punishment and is waiting for your orders, sir. As well, sir, fifth platoon is waiting for their morning training to begin, sir. You had said you would take over where Lieutenant Namiashi couldn't, sir." Tenzou barked out from outside the tent.

"Lieutenant, you can tell Namiashi to start doing pushups until I arrive, if he falters you know what to do. I'll be with fifth platoon shortly." Kakashi barked back with a lot more bite to it. When he heard Tenzou walk away he slapped Genma's ass hard. "I guess this ass is just going to have to wait to be filled. That needy cock hole is going to have to throb and ache for my cock all day." He pressed his cock a little more so his head popped past the tight ring. At Genma's needy whimper he pulled out and stood up. "Pull yourself together, sergeant, you look like a fucking whore, gaping ass up in the air, begging like the slut you are."

The blond pushed himself off the bed on shaky arms. The second he swung his legs over cot and stood up his knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor. "Shit!" He ignored the cruel chuckle from above him and pushed himself up again, staying on his feet this time. He grabbed his clothes from just inside the back of the tent where he'd tossed them before and as quickly as his shaking muscles would allow, threw them on his body. He looked up to see Kakashi pulling on his pants. He grabbed his boots but then just looked at Genma expectantly. Catching on, Genma scurried to his knees in front of the captain and slid the left boot on to the appropriate foot and tied it, repeating the process on the other foot.

"That's a good, whore," Kakashi praised while running his fingers through Genma's honey hair tucking it behind his ears so it is out of his face. When his boots where tied he grabbed Genma's chin and raise him up so he was standing and then he patted his lap. Genma straddled his captain's lap a moan escaping as his asshole pulsed and fluttered when his legs spread wide, he placed his hands on the silver dusted chest to keep himself from going boneless and ending up a puddle in the man's lap.

Kakashi took hold of the slightly bruised chin again, giving enough of a squeeze to keep Genma's eyes on him and not on the scene playing in his lust filled blond head. "Shiranui, you will be in my tent at twenty hundred hours with your ass ready to be filled and pounded. Do you understand, whore, that if you are not here as I asked you will never be filled by my cock again? You will have to go back to the weak, skinny baby dicks you were getting before mine."

An intense shiver ran through the sergeant's body at the degrading tone and words. "Yes, sir," he breathed, his whole body pulsing with need. He whimpered softly as Kakashi dragged his thumb over his swollen lips and smirked up at him. His cock was pressing painfully against his pants and he had no idea how he was going to get through the day of training with it. The prospect of cumming in his pants was back as his head was jerked down for a dominating kiss before Kakashi shoved him unceremoniously off his lap. He fell to the floor with grunt and looked up as Kakashi stood and started pulling on his shirt, looking down at Genma questioningly.

"Why are you still here, Sergeant? Get your man out of the brig and then get to your platoon." Nodding, Genma scurried to his feet and to the entrance to the tent, hesitating for a minute to step out of the captain's whore and back into Sergeant Shiranui before heading off to find his soldiers.

Kakashi smirked as he finished straightening his clothes. 'He will make a fine pet' he mused. The captain adjusted his hard cock in his pants. 'A very fine pet with a nice tight cum pit'. Kakashi gave a shudder at the mental image of Genma's gaping hole filled with his cum. "Fuck I'm going to be fighting with a fucking erection all day. The little shit will pay for that tonight." Kakashi growled then left his tent to scream at a platoon then take his frustrations out on Lieutenant Namiashi.
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Kotetsu sat on his cot, staring at his now empty tray from breakfast thinking about what lieutenant Namiashi had said to him last night. His fists clenched the sheet at his sides 'you don't fucking deserve him either, Namiashi, you fucking bastard.' The voice in his head was a primal raged scream. His foot kicked out and the tray and plates smashed into the wall across from him. "AHHHHH! I fucking hate him!" he roared.

"Understandable. But screaming isn't going to help much, Spike." Genma smiled softly at his friend who jumped up to greet him. "I've got good news for you. You're getting out of here. I'm taking you back to the platoon and then you're off for a week of desert conditioning which, while I'm sure it will suck, is better than being discharged or having charges brought against you." He watched Kotetsu's face, trying to figure out exactly what the man was thinking but he was surprisingly hard to read this morning.

"Why would I be getting out of here? I attacked an officer." Kotetsu's brows shot up. "Did you suck his cock to get him to let me out?" Kotetsu couldn’t hold back his grin when Genma's face paled to the color of the whitewash walls. He reached through the bars and shoved his staring friend's shoulder. "Hey, seriously how do you figure I'm getting out of here?" Kotetsu's mind was spinning. 'Did he really suck the captain's cock? If he did, there is no way that is why I'm getting out. A man like the captain wouldn't be so petty... would he?'

"You know the only cock I want to suck is yours, Hagane. No, your ‘heatstroke’ was the cause of your actions so a little footnote on your medical file is all you're getting. And I have no idea who went to bat for you but whoever it was knows what the captain wants to hear. I talked to him but I can't think that it helped much. He, uh, didn't seem overly impressed with my explanation. Anyway, someone out there is watching out for you." He watched Kotetsu’s shocked face with amusement, reaching through the bars to clap the back of the pale neck fraternally. "I just talked to the captain." His face tinted pink. "And as soon as they get your papers in order, you're out of here."


"Heatstroke," Kotetsu breathed out the word. 'No fucking way. He couldn't, he wouldn't, there is no fucking way Namiashi would...' "FUCK!" Kotetsu cursed and pulled away from the bars. His fingers locked in his hair like he was trying to pull a thought from his mind. "NO fucking way. Shit." Kotetsu looked back up to Genma. "It was Namiashi, Gen. Fuck!" He turned again and stared at his broken tray. "It sounds even more ridiculous out loud. But it was him, for some reason he covered my ass." He rushed back to the bars staring hard at Genma. "Why, Gen? Why would he do that? What is this fucking twisted place? Where the fuck did you bring us?"

Genma looked at Kotetsu in complete shock, not really knowing what to say. "I have no fucking idea, Spike. I feel like shit for convincing you guys to come here with me. I honestly had no idea that it was going to be like this. I mean, I knew it was supposed to be hard but I thought physically, not..." He sighed and stepped back to lean against the wall behind him. "Way I see it, you got another shot. Maybe he feels guilty. I don't know, I’m not in his head and I don't want to be. You just take this chance and you do what you gotta do with it. Unless you think the lieutenant needs to be the victim of a friendly fire incident. That one you need to suppress." He chuckled lightly, trying to lift the mood. "Let's just get you outta here and we'll try to figure this fucked up place out together."

Kotetsu gave a sigh and backed away from the bars nodding. "Yeah, let’s get out of here." He walked back over to the cot, picking up his shirt. He got dressed and straightened himself up. Genma came back with the guard, who unlocked the door. Kotetsu was wrapped in a friendly hug as soon as he stepped out. "No more heatstroke for you, okay, Spike?" Genma said more for the benefit of the guard then his friend.
With his arm over the raven's shoulder Genma lead him out into the hot sun. He wanted to take a deep breath of freedom but the desert said no as a gust of sand blasted by and stung their faces.

"Fucking desert!" Kotetsu cursed, receiving a clap to the back for his troubles.

"Come on, the men are waiting on us" Genma said walking off in the direction of their tent.

Kotetsu walked along side him. "How is he? Is he okay?" his voice seemed small and he hated it.

"Uh..." Genma didn't know if he should tell Kotetsu about last night or not but then remembered that the first lieutenant had given him an order. "He's...he's a mess but he'll get through. He really loves you, you know. Just...just try to remember that. No matter what you hear, he loves you." Genma had to be worried about how this reunion would go. Izumo was so fragile right now and even though the spiky haired private was calm, he was still angry. He loathed the idea that they might not be able to get far enough past this to serve together. In basic their unit had been a well oiled machine but now two cogs were threatening to start spinning against one another. He regretted even more that he hadn't been able to give Izumo any warning to their coming. "Are you going to be okay? Seeing him again so soon?"

"I have to be, Sergeant, I can't let the platoon down. I've caused enough trouble for us. I can't imagine that Lieutenant Namiashi is going to be taking it easy on us today. I'm sure he will find a way to drive me insane along with torturing the rest of you." Kotetsu went very quiet as they walked. "They fucked last night and it is my fault. Namiashi came to see me last night. He said Izumo's heart was broken and it was my fault... I hate him more because he's right. I hurt Izumo." Kotetsu's hands were white knuckled at his side as he started forward.

Genma closed his eyes and halted his friend. "Fuck, I can't believe he told you about that. Spike, you were angry. You had good reason to be. I'm not saying you handled it all that well but he'll forgive you for that...if that's what you want. You need to figure out what it is that you want. Do you want to be with him? Do you want to be friends again? Do you need some time away from all this? You don't have to figure it out right away and whether you like it or not, you're going away from the platoon for a while. You both will have to sort a lot out before anything will change. I just think you should know that I get the impression that he doesn't think he deserves you anymore. So he might be resistant to getting back together. Do you understand? I think he wants you. I know he loves you but this might not be as simple as you both just saying you’re sorry and making up."

Kotetsu nodded his eyes set in a threatening glare "I fucking knew a giant would stomp on me one day for being so damn short." Kotetsu shot his death glare at Genma when the blond laughed. "Shut the fuck up, Shiranui. What are you 5'11”? Yeah, you have nothing to worry about. You have no idea what it's like to be a short man... even worse a gay, short seme. Half the women I know are taller than me." Kotetsu glared at the tent they were walking toward. "Somehow I have to remind Izumo that it isn't the size that marks the strength of a man. If he starts thinking like that he will let himself become weak and that dick will walk all over him too."


They were there. Izumo was inside. All Kotetsu had to do was walk through the canvas door and he would see his Izumo... his Izumo? Could he still think that? Did he still have the right to call him his? Kotetsu gave a sigh and steeled himself. He pulled open the flap and walked into second platoon's bunk room.

Izumo was standing on the fringes of the group, not really feeling like company, while Iruka was getting to know their new comrades. He felt especially sick this morning, like his body was rejecting his stomach. Guilt. Guilt was killing him slowly and he knew that it wouldn't be long until there was nothing left. Kotetsu was in the brig and it was his fault. Raidou had fucked him but he still had no idea what that meant. He'd needed it. He was beginning to feel like he needed it again, anything to get him out of his skin, out of his mind. He was just beginning to think that another death run through the desert would be okay because he could at least think about not dying instead of all the emotional shit in his head.

That was until Kotetsu walked into the tent. Izumo couldn't breathe. His eyes were like saucers and he began to tremble as he looked at his ex scanning the room. Their gazes locked but the dark eyes were cool, distant. His heart broke as the even gaze evaluated him. 'Oh god...he knows. He can see it on me. I'm tainted now, not good enough for him. I'm sorry, Ko.'


Kotetsu's eye scanned the room struggling to keep his nervousness from his face. 'Gods, he's so beaut.... did he have to fucking leave him looking like a used up whore?' Kotetsu growled at seeing Izumo's neck covered with hickeys. He couldn't look at it; it made him sick that the bastard would mark up Izumo like that for all to see what he had done. He obviously had no respect for the small brunet if he would shame him in such away. Kotetsu kept his gaze from meeting Izumo's again, it made him too angry. He walked to his bunk kneeling at his trunk to find a clean uniform.

Izumo turned away from Kotetsu and pulled his collar up under his chin before walking to the wash up station and leaning against the sink, covertly watching his ex in the mirror. He'd known this was going to be hard but he felt like crying anyway. He'd seen the anger in the black eyes. There was no going back. Not ever. This was how things were going to be now, always at odds, always avoiding one another. Regret gripped him as he watched the muscular back ripple under the uniform. Why had he though he wanted someone else? Kotetsu is so sexy. Regardless of his height, he was still muscular and trim. He saw Kotetsu straighten up and look over at him, their eyes meeting in the mirror before Izumo turned away to listen to Genma.

"Okay, everyone. Private Hagane is over his heatstroke and back with the platoon. However, he, along with Chouji, Hayate and Kiba, will be leaving for desert conditioning in forty-five hours to get better acclimated to the environment. We'll be heading to training in fifteen, so be ready."

Kotetsu pulled a clean shirt on when he looked back down he saw the bandanna Izumo had given him staring up at him. He could feel that he wouldn't be able to avoid looking at Izumo so he better cover what he hated with something he loved. He picked up the dark green cloth holding it to his nose to take in the scent of his Izumo that still cling to the fabric from the last time it was use to blindfold his lover for a little game. He pushed the memory from his mind as he was being replaced with a large, scarred brunet. He walked over to the wash station, and slipped the scarf around Izumo's neck and tied it loose. "He left you looking like a whore," Kotetsu said leaning his forehead against silky chestnut hair. He breathed deep and his eyes began to sting. He didn't know if it was his imagination but there was a scent that was something other than Izumo there. 'Gods, he doesn't even smell like mine.' He stepped away and back to his trunk, pulling out a fresh pair of pants he sat on Izumo's bed to put them on. He ran his hand over the wool blanket but stopped on a lump in the bed. He pulled down the covers to see another blanket folded up near the pillow. Kotetsu jumped up as if burned and he checked his bed to make sure he was on the right rack. This was on Izumo's bed; the top bunk was as he had left it yesterday. 'It must be his.' He quickly turned his back to the room and changed his pants, his mind going wild with emotion.

'He left you looking like a whore.' The words seared into his brain. Words that a week ago, the man he loved more than life would never have said to him. 'That's all I am now. Just a whore, someone to be used and tossed aside when something better comes along.' He fingered the fabric around his neck but stared straight ahead. He'd never realized how much of who he is was based on their relationship. When Kotetsu had told him he was smart, he was brilliant. When Kotetsu told him he was sexy, he was a hot piece of ass. When Kotetsu said he loved him, he was a worthy human being.

Now he was a whore. Not worthy of a man like his Ko. No, the spiky haired raven wasn't his anymore. Just a whore. He knew it, Kotetsu knew it, every man in the room knew it. Soon the whole camp would know it. Panic gripped him as he thought about the sneers and whispers he'd have to endure. It scared the shit out of him and he wished that this would all just go away.


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The Sand Castle. Kotetsu stared up at the monstrosity that was the sand castle, a gruelling obstacle course of rock, sun heated metal and sand. This was the hardest course he had ever seen and they would be doing it all morning.

"Alright men, pair up into bunks. Private Umino you are with Private Noboru while both Corporal Gekkou and Lieutenant Daiki are not here. You will run this obstacle two pairs at a time. You will work with and help your bunk mate get through this obstacle. If your bunkmate doesn't make it, it will be held against you," Genma yelled out. 'I hope this helps' his mind replayed for the hundredth time since he thought of the idea. "Sergeant Sarutobi, let’s show them how this is done."

The entire platoon's attention was drawn to the right as a commanding voice was barking down at another soldier...no, another officer.

"Now, Namiashi, again, you worthless shit. Do you want your captain seeing you face down in the sand when he ordered you to be doing pushups?" Tenzou's voice sounded harsh as it traveled the short distance to where second platoon stood.

"What's that? Can't you fucking do what's ordered of you? That seems to be what got you here in the first place!" Tenzou growled and kicked sand at the fallen, panting man. "Get up, Namiashi. Strip down to boxers and boots" Raidou silently did as ordered each move taking effort. Tenzou laid a large sheet of metal on the ground that had been leaning on the wall and baking in the sun. He grabbed the two blocks of wood and tossed them to the almost naked man. "That will keep you off your belly, worm. Now get down and continue with your ordered punishment. You do pushups till he arrives," Tenzou snarled. Raidou looked at the younger man with a lot more respect than he had yesterday.

With wooden blocks in hand he squatted on the metal plate and carefully using the blocks to keep his hands off the hot metal he hovered his body over the hot sheet and pushed himself up. "456," Tenzou counted out for him.


Kotetsu had a smirk as wide as the ocean inside of him until he turned and looked to Izumo...

Izumo looked horrified. He'd already been the cause of so much and now Raidou was taking a punishment that was his fault. So many people had suffered because of him and now the man who'd comforted when he'd needed it so badly last night, the strong, proud man, was being debased in front of the whole platoon. He watched as sweat dripped off the muscular body and hissed when it hit the sheet metal beneath it. Raidou would be burned if he touched that metal. It seemed cruel to torment a man covered with burn scars with the prospect of similar wounds.

Iruka looked similarly horrified as distant memories floated to the front of his mind. 'Take off your shirt and get down on your knees. You worthless piece of shit, your mother should have drowned you when you were a baby. Then I wouldn't have to deal with you. Wouldn't have to teach you how to behave! I'm barely even touching you, you pussy! Stop crying or I'll give you something to really cry about! Being raised by a woman is turning you into one, you fairy fuck!' His stepfather's words shook him again as he watched Tenzou standing over Lieutenant Namiashi. He could almost feel the sting of the belt on his back as he looked at Tenzou's cool gaze. 'Wrong again. Even he is like that bastard. No matter where you go or what you do, you can't escape him.' He was startled out of his thoughts when a hand rested gently on his shoulder. He looked up into Genma's unusually stoic face.

"Put it from your mind for now, corpsman. We have a drill to do and it doesn't look to be an easy one." Iruka let himself be led away towards the start of the obstacle course, veins icy despite the horrid heat.


It was their fifth time through and Kotetsu had had to pull Izumo over the last part of the rock climb wall. They both laid on their backs on the riffle shot platform panting into the sky for several minutes. Kotetsu rolled to his side "Are you okay, baby? You didn't eat breakfast again, did you?" Kotetsu reached out and pushed sandy hair out of Izumo's eyes "I've told you have to eat. You will lose strength quickly in the morning if you don't eat" Kotetsu reached up and grabbed the rifle loading it and getting ready to shoot but still watching Izumo.

Izumo turned his face toward Kotetsu, disbelief gripping him. 'He called me baby. Does he realize that he did?' He looked into his ex's eyes, trying not to reach out, wanting to touch him once again. He raised a hand to his throat and touched the bandana. "I...I couldn't eat. I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes dropping from Kotetsu's face to stare blankly ahead.

Kotetsu snapped the magazine into place, glaring at the purple bruise showing above the dark green cloth. He knelt up and fired with all his rage seeing only Raidou in the targets he shot each of them receiving a killing blow. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he roared emptying the rifle but not releasing the trigger. He released the magazine and checked the barrel before setting the gun between them. He couldn't look back at Izumo. He couldn't look at his lover marked up like someone else's whore. He knelt with his head down to the platform protecting himself from imaginary bullets and Izumo's eyes. He didn't want the brunet to see his tears of rage and hurt.

Izumo emptied his magazine and snapped another in, hitting none of the targets because of the tears in his eyes. He blinked away most of them before brushing off the rest when he ducked. This time he took the lead, not wanting to have to look at the spiky haired raven anymore. He could hear Kotetsu behind him as they climbed down the rope ladder and ran to the next point. He grunted as his tired body failed him and he tripped over his feet only to be wrenched up by his arm a second later. He kept running but the tight grip on his arm didn't relent as they moved to the tires. He was roughly shoved back to point and started hopping through the holes, grateful that this would be their last run through.

It had felt so good so right to be running this with his Izumo, of course, until he was reminded that it wasn't his Izumo. Kotetsu followed Izumo through the tires now wanting this to be over so he could go back to not looking at that sweet ass and continue with shoving his feelings so far down his throat he would shit them out and be done with them. Over the net and under the wire and they were done.

Kotetsu slugged over to the spot he had been sitting and flopped on his back. He let out a hiss as the hot sand met his back.

"Ahhahhhhahahhhhhhhaaaaaaah"

Screams of pain erupted from it seemed everywhere. He jumped to his feet and looked around.

Tenzou rolled the large man from the metal sheet quickly 'fuck fuck fuck fuck' "MEDIC!" he screamed trying to be heard over the roars of agony from the lieutenant. He checked Raidou over; the forearms on both sides, his abs and his thighs were all very red and getting brighter. "MEDIC" he screamed again. It had happened so quickly. As Raidou had slowly pushed himself up again a block slid out on sand and caused the large man to fall hard on the burning surface. He had pulled him off as soon as it had happened but that second was too long.

Izumo's eyes went as wide as saucers as he looked around to figure out where the cry had come from. Iruka sprinting past them, towards where Raidou had been doing pushups, made him gasp and clap a hand to his mouth. "Rai..." He shoved himself off the ground and dashed after the brunet, fear gripping him completely. If Raidou had cried out like that he must really be hurt. His feet slid on the scorching sand as he slowed, approaching the group.

Iruka shoved Tenzou out of the way and cracked open a bottle of water, dumping it on the red and lightly blistered skin. It wasn't as bad as he'd expected and if he treated it right away it wouldn't leave a mark after it healed. He tossed a glare at the startled looking lieutenant standing over them as he stuck another bottle of water between his knees and twisted the cap off with one hand. "Would you give us some space? Sir!" The last word was spit out and Tenzou immediately took a step back.

Iruka struggled to cool the skin while Raidou's hands kept moving to cradle his abs. "Sir! Lieutenant Namiashi, don't touch it. Please, you'll only make it worse." He looked around and saw Izumo standing nearby. "Zoomer, get over here! Hold his hands." When Tenzou had stepped forward again to help, Iruka tossed him an acidic glare halting him.

Izumo sunk to his knees and lifted Raidou's head so it was cradled between his thighs. He gently pulled the broad hands upwards, resting them in his own on Raidou's collarbones. "Shhh, it's okay. It's not that bad. I know it hurts but you have to relax." Raidou quieted immediately, looking up at Izumo, his calloused thumb stroking the pale hand.

"Not again" Raidou shook his head slightly "I don't want to feel it all AGAIN! Ahhhh!!" He screamed again as water poured over his legs. Izumo hushed him trying to sooth him with his calm voice. Raidou's body twisted and arched from pain and only adding more pain, his memories making it much worse than it was. "Gods, oh fucking gods," Raidou pleaded. He looked up to Izumo. "Make it stop."

"Morphine," Tenzou's voice was course. He looked around at the men watching their Lieutenant suffer. He knew Raidou was slipping. He had been there when Raidou had gotten his scars, had been in the next bed to him healing his own wounds. "Give him the morphine, Private Umino."

Iruka ignored Tenzou and continued on with treating his wounds as he saw fit.

"Zou? Fuck man, Zou, you promised it would stop, man." Raidou's eyes were wide and searching.

"Shh shhh Rai shh. Iruka will help you, Rai. You'll be okay." Izumo leaned over Raidou's face laying a gentle kiss. "Shh, Rai"

A frightened whimper left Raidou's lips. "Damn it, Iruka, give him the fucking morphine," Tenzou snapped kneeling down and taking Iruka's med pack out of his hands. He grabbed the morphine shot and stabbed it into Raidou's leg. Within seconds the tight fighting body relaxed. The cries and whimpers of pain were replaced with deep hard breathes.

Raidou's head lulled to look up again into the upside down face of Izumo "Thank you," his hoarse voice whispered.

Genma pointed to Shino and Shikamaru. "You two, go get a stretcher. The rest of you, get out of here. Next training exercise is in forty-five minutes." The men quickly scattered, only Kotetsu lingered for a minute, watching the scene. "Spike, you too. Go back to the barracks."

The blond turned his attention back to Raidou but was surprised to see that Iruka wasn't by his side. The brunet was walking away. Genma stared in disbelief as sweet, caring Iruka left an injured man on the ground.

Iruka tossed the bandages he was holding to the ground in disgust and frustration. He'd only gotten a couple of steps when he heard Tenzou call out to him.

"Private Umino, where are you going? This man needs your help," Tenzou snapped at the retreating man. He got up and walked after him grabbing his elbow to stop his movement. "What the hell are you doing, Private? Lieutenant Namiashi needs your help!" He pointed back to the Lieutenant, who was staring up into Izumo's eyes mumbling quietly to him as the brunet pushed Raidou's hair back off his brow and kept looking down at the blistering wounds.

Iruka turned around but didn't stop walking away. He threw up his arms in a mocking gesture of surrender. "You seem to have the situation well in hand, sir. Can't see what you could possibly need a medic for." He turned back around and continued walking away. Panic shot through him a minute later when his arm was caught and he was pulled around with a growl. He looked into Tenzou's eyes and a familiar cool fear flooded his veins. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" he screamed as he ripped his arm out of the tight grasp, backing away to put a few feet between them.
"You listen to me, PRIVATE. You stop acting like a fucking kid and get over there to help that man. You are a private. Your toes are there for me to step on. If you can't handle that then you are not meant for this army. You would not administer morphine when I told you too. He was suffering and going into shock. I have seen this before. I have been in the fucking field with men who have had their legs blown off. Have you dealt with that? I was there when my superior was hit with a Greek lantern and his face and torso where burned with flaming oil. I gave him the morphine then and I gave it to him now when his mind was going back there." Tenzou stepped in closer "Where is your mind now, Iruka? I guarantee it is not on this field. It's somewhere in the past, reliving shit you don't want to." Tenzou pointed to Raidou "So was he. In front of his men, he was going to go back to a world that was nothing but pain. I wasn't going to let that happen." Tenzou stepped back, his eyes still glaring with a haunting intensity no one could have guessed resided within him. "I fucking order you to go back there and treat that man for burns, exhaustion and shock. NOW, PRIVATE UMINO"

Iruka couldn't move. It was like he was ten years old all over again. His face began to pale as he stared at the lieutenant that only hours before he'd thought would be the type of man who could protect him from men like his stepfather. Someone to help him let go of his fear. The same fear that was choking him right now. Tenzou's eyes softened but only a fraction at the look of pure panic on Iruka's face but neither of them moved. It was only a call from Izumo that broke the staring contest.

"Iruka...please..." The chocolate eyes turned to his friend who looked as scared as he did before he turned and walked back to Raidou, not looking at Tenzou once. He quickly sprayed a burn aerosol on the wounds and wrapped them in gauze before checking Raidou's pulse.

"Thready," he grunted just as Shino and Shikamaru returned with the stretcher. He dropped his head to just above Raidou's face to check his breathing, sighing when he found that it was light but even. Raising a hand he halted Shino as he saw the captain approaching. His brown eyes lifted to Tenzou, afraid that the lieutenant would tell of his disobedience but Tenzou just stared down at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

When Tenzou saw the captain approach he snapped out the order, "Attention!" Stepping forward, he stood at attention to greet his captain. Genma and the other men snapped to attention except for Izumo who looked around confused when Iruka stood up again. He saw his captain just as the man was stepping beside him. He started to shift from under Raidou to stand but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. "As you were, men." Kakashi barked giving Izumo's shoulder a little squeeze meant to assure the man his actions were acceptable.

Kakashi stared hard at Tenzou. "Lieutenant Daiki, why is Lieutenant Namiashi not doing pushups like I ordered him to?”

"One of his blocks slid on sand, sir. He fell and was burned, sir. I have Private Umino patching him up, sir," Tenzou said in a cold professional voice.

Kakashi nodded to Tenzou and turned his attention to Iruka. "Private Umino, what is Lieutenant Namiashi's status?" He kept his hand on Izumo's shoulder to keep the obviously upset man calm.

Iruka kept his gaze averted, suddenly very afraid of authority. "First and second degree burns to the abdomen and left thigh as well as first degree burns to his forearms and right thigh. I've cooled the area and bandaged it...and he was administered morphine."

Kakashi quirked an eyebrow at the medic. "You gave him morphine for a second degree burn?"

Iruka lifted his gaze to the captain, anger in his eyes. "No, sir. I did not, sir"

Kakashi looked back to Tenzou "Lieutenant Daiki, can you explain this?"

"Yes, sir. Lieutenant Namiashi was going into a relapse, sir. He was panicked and frightened in front of his men, sir. Knowing they would not understand that it was caused by his past injuries, I felt it would be detrimental to the moral of the company if such a thing should happen," again Tenzou's voice was cold.

"Thank you, lieutenant, you are excused." Kakashi said turning back to Iruka.

Tenzou nodded to his captain "Thank you, sir," and walked off toward barracks.

"His status now, Private Umino?"

Iruka pressed his finger into Raidou's wrist again. "Pulse is thready and respirations are shallow but he's stable. Conscious but not lucid, sir."

"Thank you, Private Umino," he said in his bored tone letting go of Izumo's shoulder. The silver haired Captain knelt down beside his lieutenant "Namiashi, I ordered you to do pushups until I arrived. You have disobeyed an order, soldier. When you heal from these wounds I'm going to bust your balls so hard you'll wish you were born a girl," his tone was sharp and commanding.


Raidou's head lulled to look at his captain "Thank you... Kaka... Captain." Raidou, for a fleeting moment, seemed to know where he was. Kakashi gave a small smile.

"Private Aburame, Private Nara, you can take him to the infirmary. Private Umino, please accompany them." Kakashi stood up and stepped out of the way so they could get closer with the stretcher again.

As Raidou was lifted off his lap, Izumo looked up at the captain. Too terrified of the psychotic CO to speak, he simply kept looking up, asking silently for permission to accompany the lieutenant as well. With a small nod from the silver haired man Izumo jumped up and followed beside the newly loaded stretcher.

Izumo shushed Raidou as he started murmuring about being taken care of by his cutie, blushing when Shikamaru glanced over his shoulder and gave him a knowing look. God, he hated that look. He followed them right into the medical tent where the medics settled him on a bed and began asking Iruka what had happened. He gently took one of Rai's hands in his, stroking the thick skin with his fingers. Raidou turned to him and gave him a very drugged out smile.

"Hey."

Izumo swallowed thickly and gripped the hand more tightly. "I'm sorry. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..."

He was cut off as the scarred brunet chuckled and lifted a heavy arm to press a finger against Izumo's lips. "Talky, talky, talky. Cutie looks after his Rai-Rai. No more talky. Not your fault-y." He settled back into his pillow and closed his eyes. "Thank you for looking after me."

Izumo gaped at the usually stoic man who had just strung together a super drugged out and sickeningly sweet sentence he never thought he'd hear the from those lips. He started to explain that he hadn't done anything but Iruka rested a hand on his shoulder and murmured that the lieutenant should rest. Izumo nodded sadly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the dozing man's forehead before pulling his fingers out of Raidou's grip.

"Not your fault, I shouldn't have fallen so hard..." Raidou's drug hazed voice sounded clearer "Fallen so fasst..." Rai's voice drifted out.

Izumo's eyes grew huge. "I'll be back, Rai. You rest and I'll be back as soon as I can,” he said as he backed out of the room being led by Iruka. "See you then," were the last words he could get out before he was pulled out the door.


Kakashi watched his lieutenant being carried toward the infirmary and he shook his head turning away "What a fucked up week," he said in a quiet voice.

"Sir?" Genma questioned not hearing what his captain had said and wanting to be sure it was not addressed to him.

"You still here, Sergeant?" Kakashi asked turning to look at him. He walked toward him slowly with his right wrist gripped in his left hand behind his back in a relaxed position, but the way his lips twisted was far from relaxed. It spoke of many exuberant things he could do to the sergeant. "Shouldn't you be whoring yourself off to your men or something?"

Genma's mouth opened and closed silently in shock a couple of times before a calm, professional look passed over his features. "Is that an order, sir?"

Kakashi closed the distance and gripped Genma's chin like he had earlier that day in his tent. "You know my orders, Shiranui," he hissed, his snarling lips almost touching Genma's. "Such a whore, all you can think of is fucking." Kakashi squeezed the marked chin a bit tighter. Genma's chest heaved with excitement against Kakashi as the silver haired man continued his degrading speech. "Would you fuck everyone in the company if I ordered you to?"

Genma's mind spun. ‘Trick question’ his mind screamed.’ If you say no, then he's got you for disobeying orders and will punish you. If you say yes, he'll call you a whore for forgetting you belong to him and punish you. Hmm, where's the downside here?’

He smiled slyly and batted his lidded eyes. "I wouldn't have a choice if it was an order, sir. Though I think I'd get through it if you were watching." He was getting even harder thinking about someone else fucking him while the captain's cool mismatched gaze was on him, calling him a whore and dirty slut while people lined up to get into him.

Kakashi's eye turned up in a smile and a hand wrapped around Genma's back pulling him in a bit more. Kakashi's smile turned into a glare when he felt a very erect cock jab his hip. With a sweep kick he knocked the unsuspecting Genma to the ground. "You fucking whore," Kakashi snarled and knelt over Genma's waist. "You are fucking getting off on the thought of other cocks in your ass. When I informed you this morning that your ass now belonged to me and only me that meant that you could no longer think..." Kakashi poked him hard in the forehead "…of another cock in your ass. You fucking whore, you want them in your ass. You can't have them. Your cock hole is mine, you fucking ass slut." Kakashi was roaring inches from his face.

The blond was beside himself, thinking his answer would have pleased the captain. Now the captain was straddling his prone form, screaming at him, making his cock even harder at the thought of what the sadistic silver haired man would do to him. "Sir, I..." His words were cut off as a pale hand grabbed his jaw, the thumb and fingers pressing into the hollows of his cheeks. Genma couldn't help but release a long groan at the show of dominance. Everything the man did turned him on, the crueler, the better. His feet pushed against the sandy ground, trying to find enough purchase for him to lift his hips into the older man's but he only ended up writhing beneath Kakashi pathetically.

"I should fuck that pretty face of yours till I've fucked your betraying whore thoughts out of your skull." He released Genma's face with a shove into the sand. "But you would fucking like it too much and it would just encourage you into more betrayal. You are the worse kind of whore, Shiranui, the kind you can't even pay to be loyal. They are only in it for the cock not caring whose cock it is and long as it is in your slutty ass." Kakashi pushed off his chest and stood glaring down at his pathetically writhing body before turning and walking way.

Lifting his head, Genma watched Kakashi depart before dropping it back to the sand with a muffled thump. Holy fucking god, did the man know how to talk dirty. He pushed himself up on his elbows and slowly climbed to his feet. 'He seemed really mad' the blonde thought as he dusted himself off. Then a thought struck him that hadn't occurred to him before. Was he still supposed to be ready for the captain tonight? What if he wasn't and he showed up in the captain’s tent only to be thrown out on his naked ass. Then again, what if Kakashi was expecting him and he didn't show? There was definitely a lesser of two evils, especially since most of the camp had seen him naked as the day he was born already. He'd just have to look so perfect that Kakashi wouldn't want to throw him out. He began planning in his mind exactly how he would hold his body for when the Captain entered the tent or if the captain was already there, how he would strip for his CO, for his master.
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Kotetsu leaned heavy on the basin of the washstand. His mind wouldn't stop replaying the scene in his mind, the scene where his cheating boyfriend ran off to cradle his injured lover. He wanted to throw up. He was thankful that the barracks where empty -except for a sleeping Hayate who had just been released from the infirmary to join them this afternoon for rifle training- he didn't want the others to see him so weak at the moment. Though he guessed he had the excuse that he was suffering from heat stroke. 'Fucking Namiashi.' He shook his head hoping to dislodge the man from his mind.

"Damn it," he cursed when the image wouldn't relent, it was all so vivid.

"Shh, shhh Rai shh. Iruka will help you, Rai. You'll be okay." Izumo leaned over Raidou's face laying a gentle kiss. "Shh, Rai"

His stomach twisted and before he could bolt for the 'head' he emptied his stomach contents into the sink. He panted hard recovering from the painful assault to his body. He rinsed the sink and splashed his face with the lukewarm water. 'Can't even get cool water in the desert' he thought staring at himself in the small mirror hating what he saw. He groaned when he heard the tent flap open and grabbed his towel to dry his face and arms. Behind the darkness of his towel he steeled himself for whoever it was that entered.

Iruka held the tent open for Izumo and the two stepped into their quarters. Izumo looked across the room as Kotetsu dried his face with a towel and froze. Kotetsu had been there when Raidou had gotten hurt. He's seen Izumo hold Raidou, kiss him. The small man pushed his stubborn hair out of his face and sighed. Why was he even thinking about this? Kotetsu didn't want him anymore. He was just torturing himself now. Kotetsu could clearly see what a bullet he'd dodged when Izumo had strayed.

Sighing, the dark eyed brunet flopped down on his cot and pulled his knees to his chest. Had Raidou meant what he'd said? No, that's impossible. No one falls in love with a whore. Still Izumo couldn't help but hope that maybe the big scarred man would find something endearing about him. His eyes flicked to Kotetsu who was watching him in the mirror above the sink. 'Then at least someone would...'

'Be a man, Kotetsu, show him how big you can be.' With his mind giving a pep talk he walked back to his bunk forcing the stiffness from his movements to appear casual. "Is the Lieutenant going to be okay? It looked like he was in a bad place when I was sent back here," he asked trying hard to keep the bitterness from his voice, as he cleaned up the mess he had made of his trunk searching for Izumo's favorite high school t-shirt that was now tucked under his pillow. It was the t-shirt he had worn on their first date to the movies and the first time they had made love after a night at the fair. Kotetsu had kept it from that night on and Izumo had taken his. He wondered for a moment if Izumo even had it still.

Keeping his eyes from looking into the black gaze which would undoubtedly make him cry again, Izumo nodded and hugged his pillow. "He'll be okay," he whispered, voice hollow. Why was Kotetsu asking about Raidou? Was he trying to give his blessing or something? No, more likely he was trying to remind Izumo of how tainted he was. But his voice sounded so calm. Sitting up on his rack, he looked at his ex wistfully. Why had he been so stupid? How could he have hurt this man so much that they'd never be able to touch or kiss like lovers again?

His lips parted as Kotetsu looked up from his spot at the foot of the bed and stared deep into his eyes. So much anger. So much resentment. 'How could I have done this to you? What have I turned you into?' Izumo wondered as he thought about the way Kotetsu had screamed while emptying his gun in the obstacle course.

Kotetsu's rage softened at seeing his... at seeing Izumo so confused and struggling. "Hey, Zoomer." He placed a hand on Izumo's knee "He's a tough man; he'll be back to his roaring orders self in no time. You will worry yourself sick if you don't trust in that." 'There that had to show I had balls as big as an elephant’s,' Kotetsu assured himself ‘and it only stabbed through my heart like a thousand fucking times.' The hand that was not on Izumo's knee clenched in a white knuckled fist at his side 'topic change now, change the topic before you start screaming about how much you hate the son of a bitch and wished that it had been the man's cock that had been burnt, cause then he couldn't fuck your boyfriend.' The smile Kotetsu forced onto his face was not as defusing as he thought. "Speaking of tough, who would have guessed that our gentle speaking Lieutenant Daiki was that hard assed? Fuck, he was almost scary, I hope I never piss him off enough that he turns that on me," he said turning back to his trunk folding his clothes carefully. 'Well there goes your balls dickhead you just admitted you were scared of Tenzou.' He rolled his eyes at himself.

Izumo pretty much stopped listening to the words the spiky haired man was saying as soon as the hand had rested on his leg. 'Oh gods, he's touching me. Oh Ko, please just hold me. Tell me it's all going to be okay. Tell me you forgive me.' His eyes were fixed on the lips that were moving in front of him. He wanted to feel them again more than anything else. Suddenly there was a hard edge to the black eyes reminding Izumo that they didn't do that anymore. Then Kotetsu was chuckling and the hand was removed. The moment was gone and he felt alone all over again.

Kotetsu was smiling his fake smile so Izumo gave a single nervous chuckle and added an 'Uh, yeah' as his ex moved back to his footlocker. Sighing he looked past Kotetsu's shoulder to Iruka who was lying on his bunk, staring straight upwards, his face unusually blank.

"Kiddo...Iruka? Are you okay?"

The chocolate haired man had been resting, trying not to overhear what his friends were saying when a name cut through his empty mind. 'Yeah, Spike. He was scary. So fucking scary.' He'd been trying to figure out why he was so upset about seeing the lieutenant like that. The captain was scary. Really scary. Lieutenant Namiashi had the same hair color and broad frame as his stepfather and was terrifying. So why was the thought of Tenzou looking down at Raidou so disturbing?

"Kiddo...Iruka? Are you okay?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah, I'm fine. We should probably head over to the mess. Come on." He watched Izumo look down at Kotetsu and immediately turn green. Before the petite man had a chance to say anything Iruka cut in. "You have to eat this meal, Izumo. The training is too hard for you to miss even a single meal, okay?" Izumo just nodded but Iruka could tell it was going to be another meal of watching the smaller man push food around his plate.

And just as he'd expected when he and Izumo had gotten their trays all the shorter man did was push his mashed potatoes into his jelly salad and then mix his gravy into the pale pink mixture.

"Zoomer, you're not leaving this table until you eat all of that so unless you enjoy strawberry flavored chicken and gravy flavored jell-o, I'd stop playing with it." Iruka felt sympathetic as his friend's dark eyes looked up at him pleadingly, like Iruka had asked Izumo to eat raw fish heads.

Izumo didn't mind that his food was mixed. In fact when he was younger he used to do that with every meal. His uneasy stomach just couldn't handle looking down at the mess he'd created without feeling sick. He lifted a fork full of the mixture tentatively to his mouth when a pale hand snatched his tray out from under him and a new one with unbutchered food was slid in its place. Looking up in surprise he saw Kotetsu looking down and him a serious expression plastered over his handsome face.

"Eat." With that one word, Kotetsu sat down at the next table beside Sai and across from Hayate and began eating Izumo's sloppy meal. He watched the spiky haired man for a minute before lifting his fork again and attacking his meal, suddenly starving.
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Tenzou walked down the row of men presenting their rifles. He had a small smile to his lips. This was his favorite training exercise he loved his rifle and he was damn good with it. The men had done some rifle use this morning but it wasn't their own and he wasn't able to watch. His brows furrowed with the thought of why he couldn't be there. It had hurt a lot to put a friend through a punishment like that. He mentally shook his head 'back to rifles.' He looked down the line to see Private Inuzuka looking up and down the line. 'For fuck’s sake, the kid would lose his cock if it wasn't attached.'

"Private Inuzuka, where is your rifle? Why the fuck are you at rifle training without your rifle, Private?" Tenzou yelled.

"It's hanging from my bunk, sir. In the morning’s exercise we did not use our own rifles, sir," Kiba replied his eye darting from Tenzou's now intimidating seaming eyes to the officer’s name badge.

"That was specific training using an unfamiliar rifle, soldier." Tenzou glared. "You mean to tell me that watching all your platoon members grab their rifles didn't clue your slow little puppy mind into the fact you would be using your OWN rifle. For Fuck’s sake, Private, get the hell out of my sight and get your damn rifle!" he yelled. When Kiba just stood there nervously he reiterated. "NOW PRIVATE!"

Kiba took off like a bolt. Tenzou looked down his line. "Who is Inuzuka's bunk mate?"

"I am, sir," a deep slow voice came from four people down.

"Private Aburame," Tenzou snapped and he came to stand before the man. "Your bunk mate is an idiot. I don't know how the fuck he made it through basic. His stupidity looks bad on all of us. It is your job to make sure he knows what the fuck he is doing. If he fucks up it will not be him being disciplined, it will be you." Tenzou stared hard to make sure his words were taken in. "Do I make myself clear, Private?"

"Yes, sir," Shino's voice hissed quietly.

"What was that, Private? I couldn't hear you. I must have sand in my ears." Tenzou barked.

"Sir, yes, Sir," Shino said loudly.

Tenzou nodded and walked on. He shook his head at the thoughts racing through his mind. 'At this state, these men will die on the field.' He gave a sigh knowing what he had to do.

"Listen up, soldiers. I don't like being mean. I don't like it when people hate me for doing my job. But my job is to make sure you live long enough to carry out your orders in battle. If I have to make you hate me for that to happen then that is how it is going to be. Cause what I have seen in the last day is a fucking mess. On the field of battle you will die, so we are going back a step to basic. Your life is in my hand and in my hands is..." Tenzou swung his rifle off his back and held it high above him.
(A/N- Rifleman's Creed by Major General William H. Rupertus)

"This is my rifle." He started and the men joined in on the next line
"There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,
the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its sights, and its barrel.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE."

The men seemed motivated. They better be… He was motivated.

"Alright, men, get in position and down on your bellies," he called out before they could get distracted in their excitement. He watched them all carefully as they took their spots in the sand.

"We are in the desert. We will use what this hell gives us. Unlike most, this ground is very giving to a rifleman. You can wiggle yourself down and hide a good portion of your body." He explained as he walked along stopping when he got near Iruka. "Now I want to see those asses wiggling. Get down there!" he barked out in a somewhat teasing tone. He watched Iruka's cute little ass wiggle around digging himself deep into the sand.

"Next, you will wear your eye protection at all times when firing your rifle around sand. Unlike packed dirt or foliage your rifle will kick sand back into your eyes. Without your eyes your rifle is useless." Tenzou walked down the line checking each man's formation and gear.

"Good now stand and fire!" he shouted. All eyes looked up to him in question from their snug spot in the sand. "STAND AND FIRE!" The men jumped to their feet and fired their weapons.

"GROUND," he called. He watched as some men dropped to their bellies while others took their time. "NARA, you're dead. If I say ‘Ground’ you had better be there before the word reaches your lazy ass ears. NOW GROUND!" All men dropped to the ground "Wiggle in men," he reminded as he walked along.

“FIRE”

"KNEEL."

“FIRE”

"GROUND."

“FIRE”

"STAND."

“FIRE”

Up and down they went for how long, Iruka didn't know. Now they were settled in the cover of the sand, firing at their targets. He could hear Tenzou barking at the men around him and it was distracting him, throwing off his technique. Sighing in frustration, he shook out his trigger hand and aimed to try again. His body went rigid when a weight settled on top of his back, pressing him into the sand. A deep, soft voice floated into his ears as his lieutenant spoke.

"You're dropping your elbow when you squeeze the trigger." A strong hand slid under his right arm, supporting it. He could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck and it made him cringe as a memory he'd tried to suppress the most was pulled forward. Swallowing down his nausea he looked forward to his target but that night kept popping back into his mind. The pain, the fear, the hot body on top of him, smothering him. The look in his mother's eyes when she'd shot her husband in the chest and the look of apology when she turned the gun on herself.

"Try it again, private."

Iruka shook his head and tried to focus on the shot but his eyes were starting to water. He closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger, missing the target by a wide margin.

"Again," Tenzou ordered, aggravation creeping into his voice. Iruka opened his eyes this time but his vision was still blurry. He fired again and missed again.

"Again!" Tenzou was losing his patience and if anything Iruka's shooting was getting worse. He leaned his head closer to Iruka's ear and whispered. "What's wrong, Iruka?"

"What's wrong, you little faggot! You know you wanted this."

Iruka managed to swallow most of the sound but a small sob tore from his throat. "P-please get off me, sir."

"Iruka, I'm trying to help you. Now hold your elbow up," he growled positioning the arm once again. "Now fire."

His body shaking beneath the lieutenant, Iruka aimed his gun again. His palms were sweaty and they kept slipping on the metal. Fire. Miss. Fire. Miss. He tried to calm himself but it was no use. Tenzou was getting more and more aggravated. Finally his clip was empty and he thought the lieutenant would get up but he was wrong.

"Why are you just laying there shaking, Private? Change your fucking magazine and fire." Tenzou's voice was almost roaring. "Are you scared, Private? Does this make you nervous?" He gave a pause and Iruka didn't move. "PRIVATE UMINO, reload your weapon and fire at that target or I'm going to get really scary. You don't fucking know fear till you've had me riding your ass all day and night. Now fucking fire that god damn rifle, Private!" Tenzou laid his whole weight on Iruka's back and legs, he was getting a pretty clear image of this man's mind and if he couldn't fight through it he would die.


"That's it, scream, you little pussy! I'm gonna ride this sweet little ass of yours all night."

Genma looked over to the commotion and was shocked to see Tenzou screaming at Iruka whose face was glistening with tears of terror. He could see Iruka trying to control himself but losing out to the demons of his past, the worst of all his memories, the ones he'd only ever told to the police who'd come to the house after the murder-suicide and to Genma during their second week in basic.

"SIR! Lieutenant Daiki!" Genma thought that maybe the man just didn't know exactly what he was doing so he tried to get Tenzou's attention.

Tenzou held a hand hard on Iruka's back as he turned to glare down the interfering Sergeant. "I did not give you permission to raise your head or speak, Sergeant, you get back down there and keep your eye on your target," he roared at the worried blond. He looked down the line at all the surprised eyes staring at him. "All you keep your fucking eyes on your fucking target or I'll have you all crying to go home to your mommy's tit. FACES DOWN." He didn't wait for them and turned all his attention back to the trembling mess below him. He grabbed a handful of long chocolate hair and pressed his lips right to Iruka's ear "Do I scare you, Private? Do you hate me, Iruka?" He pressed his hips down "Am I everything you hate? Then fucking shoot me." He turned Iruka's face toward the target. "There I am, Iruka. I'm right there in front of you. Everything you fear and hate is right there in front of you. Right in that black dot." He released Iruka's hair "Now fucking kill me, Iruka. Shoot your fucking rifle, fire that bullet right through my black, evil heart."

Iruka's trembling arms took aim but he closed his eyes and hesitated.

"I guess you don't hate me enough yet, Private." Tenzou was screaming again. "What do I have to do to make you hate me enough to shoot me? I'm right in front of you I'm not even moving. If you can't fucking give that target a killing blow now, I will pack you up and send you back to whatever hell hole made you so fucking weak. NOW FUCKING SHOOT!"

Iruka slid another bullet into the chamber and opened his eyes. He looked across the hot field, the heat rising off the sand distorting his vision. In the mirage he saw a man where a cardboard cutout should have been. A man as wide as he was tall, holding a beer in one hand and his belt in the other. He took aim as he saw the man sneer and start to walk slowly towards him.

"What are you gonna do, you pussy? Shoot me! Shoot me!..."

"SHOOT!"

Tenzou's words were drowned out by the bang of his rifle and shink when the slide moved forward after the bullet left. He pulled back the hammer and fired again. Hit. Fire. Hit.

"Bas...tard," he hissed as he fired twice more. "I...hate...you." Fire. Hit. Fire. Hit. Fire. Hit. Iruka couldn't miss. Every time he shot he had the satisfaction of watching the disgusting man bleed a little more. Each perfect headshot making the hole in the skull wider. The look plastered on the usually smug face was that of surprise. "This is what I'm gonna do about it, you sick fuck!" he screamed at the top of his lungs before dissolving into tears and pulling his knees into his chest, whimpering softly. "I was just a kid. I was just a kid. I hate you, you son of a bitch." He hadn't even noticed that Tenzou had gotten off of him he was so upset. The lieutenant stood above the sobbing man, a nondescript expression on his face.

"Good job, Private Umino, you killed him. You now get to live." Tenzou said in the voice he had been using yesterday. He turned back to the rest of the men who were all looking ahead at their targets. He started walking his path down the line again. "If you cannot fire your weapon in the moment of your greatest fear you will die. Private Iruka has been fortunate today. He gave me his fear to work with, and he lived, he shot and killed his fear, he now has a better chance of living through battle than you. Most of you will not have the opportunity for me scare you to that point and there is no training for this. All I can give you is skill to kill. When you are there you have to fight through your fear and do whatever you have to do to aim straight and pull that trigger. I don't care what you have gone through in life; there is no greater fear than a battle field. If you can't handle me, and the other officers, you are not meant to be here. We are hard because we want you to live through a world harsher then us." If any of the men had looked up to their lieutenant they would have seen his hands trembling at his side. He wanted so badly to go back and hold the crying brunet he had pushed so hard, to beg for his forgiveness.

"Now make that target your most hated or feared thing and kill it," he ordered. He walked over to the table his rifle was sitting on; grabbing it he flopped to his belly at the end of the line and began killing himself. It was his own twisted screaming face he shot, the face that had scared Iruka, the face the beautiful brunet now hated.

Genma quickly emptied his magazine and set his rifle to the side and slid over to where Iruka was still curled up in a ball. He didn't care if the lieutenant punished him. Iruka had trusted him with his secret two years ago and he'd promised himself that he would help the brunet through in any way he could. No one should have to deal with that once, never mind relive it again and again in their dreams. 'Fucking Daiki!' He thought as he slid closer. He'd never seen Iruka have a breakdown as bad as this one. After the brunet had told him what had happened he'd been fine with the exception of a few nightmares every now and then. Iruka had worked hard to always stay in control. There was a few times their drill sergeant had been screaming in his face that Iruka had that haunted look about him but he'd always stayed in control. If the lieutenant had ruined him, Genma was going to have something to say about it, the consequences be damned.

"Kiddo," Genma whispered and immediately had a lap full of sobbing brunet. He cradled the back of the shaking head and gently shushed and rocked the trembling frame. "Shhh, it's okay. You got him. He's been gone for a long time now." He nuzzled the soft hairs on Iruka's temple as he pulled the damp face into the shelter of his neck after removing the younger man's eye protection. "The only place he's left is in your mind, Kiddo. You've killed him now. You have to let this go. It wasn't your fault. She made her choice. You couldn't have saved her."

The private just wailed harder and clutched to Genma for dear life, letting out years of fear, anger and guilt while his friend soothingly rubbed his back and murmured words of comfort.

When Tenzou's magazine was empty he leaned his forehead to his rifle, expecting to hear the whimpering cries of Iruka. Instead, he heard 'voices?' Tenzou lifted his head 'who the fuck is stupid enough to be talking?' Tenzou bounded to his feet, seeing Genma cradling Iruka in his arms, lovingly whispering gentle words. He was filled with rage and a streak of jealousy shot through him but it was mostly rage. He stormed over and grabbed the Sergeant's shirt collar tearing him away from Iruka. "Don't fucking coddle my soldiers, Sergeant" Tenzou threw the scrap of Genma's collar at him "I warned you yesterday about this. You do not coddle my soldiers. You will not be there to hold him on the field when it is your fucking blood and brains sprayed across his face." Tenzou stepped between Genma and Iruka glaring down at the sergeant. "This is his own battle and he has to find a way to survive on his own. If you coddle him you are killing him. NOW is the time he has to find his own strength, he can't keep using yours."

"Cease fire!" Tenzou screamed. "Training's over, all of you out of here and back to your bunks where you will spend the next hour thinking about what I have said here today. Now everyone dismissed. Except Private Umino and Sergeant Shiranui," Tenzou continued to glare down at Genma.

The blond glared heatedly right back. "You crossed a line. He'd been coping fine for a long time now. He's never done this before and his aim is almost as good as mine. He has no problems firing a weapon. This has nothing to do with his rifle skills or his ability to do what needs to be done. You saw that YOU were what was getting to him and you pushed it too far. You don't know what he went through. He's survived it once all by himself and I won't let him go through that again. He needs to know he has people he can count on and nothing you or anyone can say will change that in my mind. And you better believe that if any one of my men breaks, I'll be there for them." He glanced down at Iruka who was curled in the fetal position, shaking like a leaf. "I swear to god, if you broke him, I'll kill you."

"Did you just threaten me, SERGEANT? You have just gotten yourself into a world of shit." Tenzou's eyes were wild with rage. "I am not doubting the private's ability to shoot straight. I am ensuring that he will fire under pressure. Of course I know what I was doing to him, he made it quite obvious. At some point, he will be in a position where the true enemy is the pressure on his back, their breath heating his neck and he has to be able to fight through it on his own. If you want to coddle him when the exercise is done and training is over or say the battle is over I'm all for it. I agree we need to have closeness and trust. But right now he needs to find that strength he had as a child that made him get up and live on, when he was most alone and scared. He needs to bring that out in himself now. If you cannot stand aside and let me do the job that needs to be done, I will remover you from MY platoon and either give you to someone else to deal with or send you home. Do I make myself clear, Sergeant?"

Genma had to admit that the lieutenant had a point but he wasn't through. "Not that kind of pressure, sir. Most of us know that we will probably die or be wounded in battle. You talk about closeness and trust but I don't know if Iruka will be able to trust you again. And yes, Sir, I understand."

"I'm willing to take that risk, Sergeant, if it means I have given him a better chance at surviving this war." He looked at the destroyed form of Iruka on the ground before turning back to Genma rage renewed. "You see that cabin, the one next to where Lieutenant Namiashi received his punishment today?" he pointed to the cabin to ensure he was clear "In that cabin are empty sand bags. You will fill, sew and stack all of them into a pyramid. That is an order and it starts now, Shiranui."

"Sir, yes, sir," Genma shouted, his eyes burning with anger. He turned on his heels and marched toward the shed, trying to pound his anger at the man's incompetence in each step. When he reached the small wooden building he wrenched open the door and stared in shock at the bundles of sandbags waiting to be filled. There had to be thousands of unfilled bags. 'Son of a bitch,' Genma thought as he glanced at his watch. 14:00. He'd never finish all of these in six hours. Groaning he pulled out the first bundle and cut away the wire, which snapped back at him and cut his arm. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.

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Izumo stared up at the wood bottom of Kotetsu's bunk like he had for almost a full hour. 'Go back to barracks and think. Nice order, Lieutenant. Thanks a lot.' The last thing Izumo needed right now was time to think. He'd become so wrapped up in his distorted and depressing thoughts for the last hour that it was beginning to get difficult to tell reality from the constructs of his mind. Kotetsu's hatred of him, Raidou's drugged proclamation of love, his whorish need for cock, the way he ruined everything he touched. His mind had taken half truths and spun them over and over again until they weren't even recognizable as the same thought.

He heard Kotetsu shift above him and grasped at his chest as a shot of physical pain ripped through him. It was the fourth time in an hour that he thought he was having a heart attack the pain was so intense. Only Kotetsu could do this to him. Only the loss of such a deep love can give you physical pain from a broken heart. He thought back to their lives in the little loft apartment in Konoha. The way Kotetsu would take the time to make him something special to eat in the morning just to guilt him into eating. Then when that made him late, Izumo would gather his things and make his lover a lunch for his day at university. Just before he'd leave, Kotetsu would take his face in both hands and kiss him deeply and pull back and look at him with the same gratitude that he had the very first time and whisper, 'What would I do without you?' He remembered how proud he'd been of his lover for getting into physiotherapy and not caring that he was working every day for both of them as long he got to come home to Kotetsu.

He rubbed his palms across his eyes as he remembered sitting on the couch with his lover when they'd heard that Hokage Sarutobi had been assassinated, their hands clasped together as Lady Tsunade had called the country to arms. He remembered keeping track of Kotetsu's equipment during basic until his lover had gotten used to looking after it.

He missed being needed. He missed the way the spiky haired man would hold him tightly and thank him in a soft voice when he'd remembered to pay a bill or send a card on a birthday. Kotetsu was sweet and thoughtful spontaneously, planning elaborate surprises for no reason other than he could. He needed...had needed Izumo for the things that took remembering. But now he wouldn't be there to remind his ex of when Mother's day was, or that his tuition was due. They'd always seemed like chores before but now Izumo could see they were a blessing. They were what he was good at and it was something Kotetsu had needed.

The alarm on his watch beeped and he was up and out of the door before anyone else in the room had moved, not wanting to have to look at Kotetsu right now. It still hurt too much. With his stomach not feeling like food again, so he let his feet decide to just take him further away from the barracks.

'What the hell happened to me? I feel like I'm falling apart.'

Falling...fallen.

'I shouldn't have fallen so hard...fallen so fassst.' As Raidou's words slipped to the front of his mind his pace sped up until he was running to the infirmary to see him like he'd promised to.

Wandering down the row of beds he scanned the faces of the men suffering from exhaustion, heatstroke and training related injuries, searching for the distinctly scarred face of his lieutenant.

"You lookin' for someone, honey?" He turned to look at the brunette nurse who was changing bandages on the leg of a corporal he recognized from first platoon.

"Uh, yeah, Lieutenant Namiashi." Izumo’s quiet voice replied. She furrowed her brows and jerked her head to the left.

"Scarface is in the officer's infirmary. Next tent over. Oh, and honey, whatever you have to tell him, I'd do it now. He's in a remarkably good mood."

Letting the scarface comment slide as the poor nurse did look overworked, he ducked back out of the tent and into the officer's infirmary which was a smaller, ten bed tent which only had one bed occupied at the moment.

Raidou laid there alone thinking about his little cutie, the small man seemed to remind him of every sweet sounding song he had ever heard. He was still a little doped, they hadn't given him anymore morphine but they were keeping him on a slow drip of sedative along with the liquids to rehydrate him. He was a difficult man to deal with on a good day let alone when he was laid up unable to keep himself busy and in pain. The nurses weren't putting up with any of his shit so they get him doped till he was fully rehydrate and able to be released. His mind was bored and wondering though it never wondered far from the large piercing eyes of his cutie. He was humming a tune in his head visions of Izumo making a homemade video in his head.

(A/N Song and Lyrics by Jack Johnson)

"Based on your smile
I'm betting all of this might be over soon
but you're bound to win
because if I'm betting against you, I think I’d rather lose"

Raidou's head lulled sided to side, slowly contented hums and breaths passing his lips as he remembered the way Izumo's confused eyes had stared at him when had pointed out the man had never mentioned his love for Kotetsu.

"But this is all that I have, so please
take what’s left of this heart, and use
please use only what you really need
you know I only have so little, so please
mend your broken heart and leave"

His voice trailed off into mumbles and hums coming back clear again when the song came to word that truly meant something to him.

"I don’t want to be your regret, I’d rather be your cocoon." He hummed loudly to the music in his head his eyes closed but obviously seeing much.

"But this is all that you have, so please
let me take what’s left of your heart, and I will use
I swear I’ll use only what I need
I know you only have so little, so please
let me mend my broken heart”

His fingers mover to touch his smiling lips, but it quickly twisted into pain as his bandaged forearm rubbed on his chest. He dropped his arm to the side and continued to hum as caring eyes and promises of their return played along to the song. So many thoughts and images in such a short amount of time.

"You said this was all you have
and its all I need
but blah blah blah
because it fell apart
I guess it’s all you knew
and all I had
but now we have
only confused hearts
I guess all we have
is really all we need

so please
lets take these broken hearts, and use
lets use only what we really need
you know we only have so little, so please
take these broken hearts..."

He didn't even notice that he had been quietly half mumbling, half singing the words to the song the video in his mind was put to. His voice trailed off as the images in his head started turning to something more intimate, he wanted to touch Izumo so badly, to feel that soft skin respond to his touch, those sparkling black eyes stare up at him. "Gods, I could drown in you." Again he spoke out loud without knowing.

Izumo had slid further into the room when he'd heard the lieutenant singing. Despite being a bit slurred the soft voice was pleasant to the ear, the words sending shivers down his spine when he'd moved close enough to hear them. Standing just behind the curtain that separated the beds he listened to the sadness that was hidden in the depths of the tone and sighed internally.

'He's just like me in some ways. Just wants to belong to someone.'

"Gods I could drown in you."

A jolt of shock ran through his whole body making his fingers tips tingle. Could he possibly mean so much to the man he'd only met a few days ago? The thought gave him hope. Hope that he was still needed still wanted. Calming himself with a deep breath he stepped around the curtain and moved to beside Raidou's bed, gently slipping his hand into the larger one.

"That's a pretty song."

"Hmm." Raidou's eyes slipped open at the sound of the voice in his mind becoming so clear. "You can hear that too?" he looked to his hand and the warmth there. His dark eyes widened a bit as the followed the thin muscled arm to meet with those deep black eyes, a gentle smile spread over his dry chapped lips. "Hey, cutie, I was just thinking about you." His was voice was slow and hazy. He gave a light squeeze to the hand resting in his, humming a bit more. "I thought I was the only one who could here that music."

Izumo chuckled lightly and stroked the rough skin of Raidou's hand with his thumb. "No, I can hear it too." He settled himself on the edge of the bed; his face fell a little when the large man winced as the sheets pressed against his abdomen. Readjusting the covers, Izumo reached out his other hand and brushed it against Raidou's forehead, trailing his fingers down to the scars on the left cheek. "Are you alright?" He didn't have to say how scared he'd been earlier as his fingers trembled when he touched the man's face.

"They tell me I'm fine, the burns aren't major. They just hurt a lot. I'm here now more for dehydration." Raidou turned his face to press into the trembling hand. "I'm sorry I scared you, I scared myself pretty good there too. I thought I was somewhere else for a while... I guess..." Raidou's words trailed out again as he breathed deep the scent of Izumo, nuzzling the hand with his nose. "You were so worried. Your eyes." Raidou looked back up to those large black eyes. "Are you ok? I'm really sorry I made you worry. Your eyes were so worried. No one’s ever worried. Not about me." Raidou seemed to look beyond Izumo for a moment then his eyes snapped back clear. "'cept maybe Tenzou, but he's a fairy." He reached up and gave a light pinch to Izumo's chin. "You're not a fairy, you're just pretty," Rai said with a smile thinking he had complemented the smaller man.

Emotions bubbling in his chest, Izumo cupped Raidou's chin and leaned down to capture Raidou's lips, pressing their mouths together in almost frantic affection. His tongue brushed against Raidou's firm lips which parted so that they could taste each other again. He got goose bumps when Raidou moaned into the kiss, the vibrations racing down his tongue. Finally, when the need for air got to be too great, he pulled back and pressed his lips to the clammy forehead. "I care. I was so scared for you. You sounded like you were in so much pain." He nuzzled the older man's temple and let his fingers roam over the relaxed face. Smiling, he swatted the broad shoulder and pulled back so Raidou could see him. "And I'm not pretty! I'm very rugged and manly, you jerk!"

Raidou gave a bit of a chuckle. "You are that as well," he said reaching up, running a finger over Izumo's cheek. "Those are just three of the features that make you so perfect." He lowered his arm and let out a hiss when the bandage on his arm caught on the blanket. "Shit, it's the fucking desert. I don't fucking need a blanket," he cursed. "That fucking nurse hates me. Look." He pointed to a bedside table by a different bed. "She fucking put a fruit bowl on that table just to piss me off cause she knows I'm not suppose to get up for three more hours." He gave a long sigh and relaxed back into the bed, letting his anger fade again before looking back at his cutie. "Hey, do you think you could get rid of this blanket for me and maybe grab me that fruit bowl. I'm pretty hungry." Raidou's eyes were big and hopeful like a child asking for candy.

Hopping up, Izumo pulled the blanket off Raidou's legs and folded it neatly on the chair beside the bed. He moved to the fruit bowl and lifted an apple in question. When the older man smiled he came back to the bed, careful not to let the light sheet press against the bandages as he sat back down and pulled out his trench knife. He carefully peeled away the skin and cut a wedge of the sweet flesh off, holding it out for Raidou to take a bite.

Raidou's lips twisted in a sly playful smile as he lifted his head a bit to take a bite "You're too good to me, baby," he said before his teeth snapped into the crisp flesh "Mmm… so good." He lean a bit more in and took the whole piece in his mouth, his lips closing over Izumo's fingers as he took the fruit from him. Raidou gave a moan of pleasure as he chewed down the juicy apple watching Izumo slice another wedge. 'Gods, that is so sexy,' his mind cried out. 'It's just an apple. How can he make it so sensual.... well, duh, he's perfect. He can and will make anything sensual.' His mind continued to narrate as his body reacted to the tenderness Izumo was showing him.

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Grains of sand were being drawn into his mouth but Iruka didn't move. He was still lying with his face in the sand, waiting for his body to get moving. He'd thought Genma would have gotten him up by now but since he'd just been left here he decided there must not be a rush for him to move. So he waited. He expected someone to tell him to hurry but it seemed he'd been left alone in the sand. He closed his eyes, his body exhausted from the intense release of emotions. It would feel so good to just fall asleep but even his dark skin would burn in the desert sun. Slowly he opened his eyes again and pushed himself off the sandy ground. He brushed off his face with his sleeve and looked around to where he could see Genma filling sandbags in the distance. He raised himself on his knees and watched his friend work for a minute, his body and mind too exhausted to feel much sympathy. As the blond tossed another sand bag in the pile he'd started, Iruka licked his lips and reached for his canteen as he pulled himself to his feet. He was about to take a sip of his much needed water when he turned so his face was out of the sun and saw Tenzou sitting in the sand, staring up at him.

Giving a small cry, Iruka stumbled backwards, falling on his ass and dropping his canteen. As the water spilled out, Tenzou stared sadly at Iruka who was slowly inching away from him in fear. 'Fear,' Tenzou thought as he looked into the usually warm, brown eyes. 'Maybe I did go too far. I just wanted him to confront what he was running from. Now he's running from me.'

"Iruka, I won't move toward you, I promise. I'm not here to hurt you." Tenzou watched the gentle man continue to back away from him. "Private Umino, you are to report to the infirmary immediately for psychological evaluation. That is an order, Private." He waited a moment while Iruka stared at him the huge brown eye tearing away at his being. "Iruka, I just want you to know I wish I hadn't had to do that to you but I don't regret it if it helps save your life at some point." Tenzou looked to Iruka with eyes pleading for his understanding. None came, only confusion stared back at him. "I'm going to get up now, Iruka. I'm going over where Sergeant Shiranui is carrying out his punishment. I will not come any closer to you then I am." Tenzou pushed himself to his feet and his heart was torn again when Iruka flinched. He hung his head for a moment searching for the strength to lift it. 'It's my job. They hate me so they can live.' With that thought he looked forward and walked away from the frightened man.

Pushing himself to his feet he slowly began to move back towards the camp. As Iruka walked past where Tenzou had been sitting he saw a drawing in the sand. He paused for a moment to take it in. It appeared to be a dolphin swimming in a heart shaped pool, cradled in the boughs of a tree. He studied the shape for a moment, not really understanding what it meant before checking to make sure Tenzou had indeed left. Then he headed towards the medical tent for the extensive psychological evaluation he'd managed to avoid in basic.

Holding out another piece of the fruit, Izumo caught a drop of juice that dripped down Raidou's chin with his finger and pulled it to his mouth, having no idea the show he was putting on for the older man. Cutting off another slice he slid the fruit into his mouth and took a small bite, smiling when Raidou groaned with lust. Holding the apple between his teeth he leaned down so Raidou could take the fruit from his mouth, their lips touching for a moment before he pulled back and resumed cutting up the apple to feed to his new lover.

This was exciting. He felt sexy and needed again, helping the older man when he was injured was exactly what he'd needed right now. And on top of that, Raidou seemed more interested in him than his empty stomach was interested in the food.

"You are so beautiful." Raidou took another bite of apple and chewed it down before continuing with a hazy smile, "Not just your deep, lost in them forever eyes or your break my heart every time you smile, but the way you move. The way you are so strong on the field and most things that you do but when I look at you, you get shy and can let yourself feel and be vulnerable. The way you tilt your head when you are listening really hard. Gods, the way your eyes seal me away within, giving me hope for more." Raidou smiled his voice was different it didn't hold any of its coarseness, it was even gentler then the voice he usually used with Izumo. Raidou took more apple and gave a little nip to Izumo's finger tip. "You know you're really cute, right?" Izumo tilted his head just a bit; the older man's voice held that edge again. It wasn't a lot, just a bit. "See that was cute" Raidou gave a chuckle. Izumo's eyes grow wider. 'He doesn't even know he said all that out loud. Those where his personal thoughts, that's what he thinks about when he looks at me.'

Raidou's brows furrowed a bit "Izu, are you ok?" There was now worry in the deep voice.

With a slow nod of his head, Izumo cut another piece of apple and held it out to Raidou's lips. He watched the man take another bite before he ran his hand over Raidou's hairline. Giggling he wiped his hand on his pants. "Sorry, I'm getting you all sticky."

Raidou smiled and pressed his face into the pale hand when it returned to his face. "I like it when you get me sticky. It's hot."

Realizing this could be a very unique opportunity to see into this somewhat reserved and private man's mind, Izumo began to whisper as he stroked Raidou's face, hoping to keep the man distracted. "Did you mean what you said earlier? About...falling for me?"

"Falling so hard, so fast, like never before." Raidou gave a easy sigh letting himself sink into Izumo's gentle touch. "Didn't want to but couldn't stop it." His eyes sank shut and there was a hum from deep in his chest before the gentle words spilled from his mouth in a quiet song "Please take what's left of this heart..." Izumo recognized it as a line from the song Raidou had been singing when he came in.

Izumo's jaw dropped but Raidou didn't seem to have noticed, too busy nuzzling his hand. He wanted to say something but his voice was caught in his chest. He kept his hands moving on Raidou's face, the apple forgotten on the sheets. "What are you going to do with me? What makes me so special?"

Raidou gave a soft chuckle "The answers are easy they have the same one, everything. I want to do everything with you, I want to learn everything about you, and everything about you makes you special. I want you to be everything to me." Raidou looked away shaking his head "Never felt like that before." He pressed his head back into the pillow "Gods, falling so fast." He rubbed his hands over his face. "I don't know if it is good or bad to feel like this. I've never felt it before. It feels good but a lot of things feel good that aren't. It's just that I don't feel. I'm not supposed to feel, I'm stone. I'm a soldier of steel." Rai's voice now held bitterness and it made Izumo sad.

"Do you really want me to be everything to you? Why? What are you trying to say? Do you...are...are you falling in love with me?" The thought almost seemed ridiculous in its impossibility but what Raidou was saying...

Not really sure if he wanted to know the answer, Izumo leaned in to whisper in Raidou's ear. "Would you ever tell me these things if you weren't drugged?" When Raidou tossed his head from side to side, he whispered again, his lips brushing the shell of the older man's ear. "Why? Why is being stone so important around me?"

"'Cause I'm afraid of you" The scarred man said his face turned away and his eyes closed. "You make me feel things I don't understand. Things I have never felt and shouldn't be feeling. Love? I don't even know what it is or what it feels like. I've never had it. It can't be love though, I hardly know you." His head lulled back to look into those deep black eyes. "You make me feel. Every time I look at you I feel something. The way you move and talk, it stirs so much in me and I don't know what it is. It's not lust... well, it's not just lust. When I look into your eyes I see my face reflected but it is a stranger I see not myself, a stranger who has hope for something more in this world then pain and killing. A person who wants that hope, who wants you." He reached up and touched Izumo's cheek. As soon as the warm skin touched he closed his eye with a hum. "Your skin holds a warmth that sets a fire in me where there was only cold before."

Unprepared for such a profound answer, Izumo just gaped as Raidou stroked his face. Slowly he let his hands move down to the scarred face, not understanding how he too could feel so much in such a short time. He leaned closer, pressing their mouths together, trying not to let his lips shake as he kissed the firm lips unsurely. He carded his hands into Raidou's hair, pulling the man's head off the bed as his shock began to wear off. Raidou had said everything he'd desperately wanted to hear. Everything he thought he'd never hear again. His body was overrun with emotions and Izumo started attacking the man's neck and lips with a ferocity he maybe had never known. Need drove him. Need to feel complete again. He slid down the broad, body, pulling the sheets with him as he went. Seeing the savage burn scars exposed, he dipped his head and very slowly began kissing the old wounds. His grip on Raidou's body tightened as broad hands slid into his hair.

"I need you, Izumo. I need you to make me feel alive again." With his hand under the back of Izumo's skull he pulled the man back into a kiss. His other hand patted his hip "Get up here so I don't have to twist to kiss and touch you. Mmm I want to touch you all over. I want to feel you surrounding me. I want to be inside of you again." Raidou kissed him deeply again and pulled away with an ironic chuckle. "I'm not a greedy man but you make me want so much I feel like Scrooge." He sealed his smiling lips over Izumo's again.

"Raidou, I don't want to hurt you more. You are injured," Izumo tried to reason.

"Then be careful where you sit. Besides where I need your touch most right now isn't injured and it doesn't even seem to know that I've been hurt." Rai nodded pointedly at his fully erect penis bobbing off his bandaged abs when Izumo's black eyes turned to look. "Look how happy he is to see you," the large man joked and received a blush and a slap on the shoulder for it. "Owww, shit" Raidou cried out and clutched a hand over his shoulder eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh my god, Rai, I'm so sorry. Shit, shit." The older man watched from his cracked open eye lid as the little brunet panicked over hurting him but he couldn't hold back the smirk that took over his lips. Izumo looked to his face to apologize again when he saw the telltale sign of bad faking. "You brat." He gave another smack for good measure. "I can't believe you just did that." Raidou started laughing pulling Izumo closer trying to kiss the now weakly struggling man’s face.

"Come on, Izu, I was only kidding, I'm fine. I was just playing to show you that I'm fine, okay?" Izumo wouldn't hold still and wouldn't let Rai kiss him.

"No, that was mean," he complained pushing at the large man.

"That wasn't mean, cutie, this is mean," Rai said in a devious tone and immediately started tickling Izumo's sides, who wiggled and squirmed to get away from the torturous fingers. Giggles and laughter erupted from the small body but all movement came to a halt when the black eyed man let out a high pitched squeal. The two men started at each other for a long moment one in embarrassment his light skin flushing bright red, and his features dropping, the other man's face held a mixture of surprise and awe. Dropping his eyes, Izumo was about to turn away when Raidou's strong hands cupped his face and his lips were taken in a ravishing kiss. The smaller brunet could hardly breathe the kiss was so intense and complete. Lips, teeth, tongue all clashing together steeling more than his breath. It felt like the man was stealing his soul but as much as the kiss was taking it seemed to be giving back twice as much, filling him so full he thought his heart would burst.

The larger man twisted to wrap more of his arms around his lover, but grunted in discomforted when the movement pulled on his fresh burns. Releasing Izumo, he flopped back on the bed. "Come on, baby, get up here," he said in a slow husky voice, patting his hip again with one had while the other rubbed at Izumo's side.

One of the large hands pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid up Izumo's side to his chest. The brunet moaned as strong calloused fingers plucked and pulled at his nipple and suddenly, Rai’s idea didn't seem so bad. Both hands were exploring his chest now and when Raidou whispered 'Fuck, you're so sexy. Take your clothes off for me, Cutie,' he had to comply. His fingers fumbled on his pants as he shed himself of his clothes, his face heating under Raidou's hungry gaze.
“You’re blushing” Raidou commented as he ran his fingers over Izumo’s cheek and down his jaw line. His brows furrowed as they dragged over the scarf around Izumo’s slim neck. “Embarrassed?”
Izumo’s eyes darted away and his blush spread. He was embarrassed, not of being gay or of Raidou but he was ashamed of how he’d behaved and what other’s would think. He didn’t want to be the story of the week, the little private that the big bad lieutenant was banging. Matters such as this were private and would hopefully remain that way. “It’s no one else’s business,” he whispered as he pulled off the last of his clothes. His fingers hesitated for a moment before pulling at the knot in the bandana. He let the fabric slip from his fingers and watched it flutter to the floor, wondering why it made his stomach clench like that.
Raidou gave a weak and worried frown as Izumo watched the dark green bandanna float to the floor, there was obviously more to it than just what Izumo had implied, but he didn’t want to accuse the young man of lying. He probably wasn’t there was just more to it. When Izumo looked up with a shy smile Raidou lightened his expression into an easy smile and dragged his fingers over the bruised flesh. “Much better, I don’t care if others get to see them but I love seeing my mark on your beautiful neck.”
Izumo shyly climbed up on the bed, his legs spread very wide so he could straddle the much broader body. His hard cock tickled the bandaged stomach as he leaned over for another heated kiss. One of Raidou's hands slid into his hair to crush their mouths together while the other roamed his naked skin.

"You are so hot, cutie, I want you so bad it burns," Raidou purred into Izumo's mouth, his hips rolling up to rub his cock against the tight ass. "I want to be in you so badly." His large hands took roost on those firm cheeks and lifted him up more. "Turn around baby we can slick each other up. Unless, of course, you have some lube hiding somewhere." Raidou let a light chuckle escape when Izumo's body shivered at the thought of having the strong tongue working his ass. "Even if you do have it, it will be more fun this way." He gave a good squeeze to the round cheeks "Come on, turn around and give me that ass."

Carefully Izumo turned around, getting a look for the first time at the bandages that covered Raidou's legs and stomach. He gently smoothed his hands down the undamaged skin and began laying light kisses on the sculpted hip when his body tensed in pleasure. The warm, wet muscle slid over his hole making him release a loud moan of pleasure. He lowered his mouth and took Raidou's intimidating huge member in his mouth for the first time. His lips stretched obscenely as he slid the huge cock into his throat, his gag reflex acting up for a moment before he adjusted to the size. His usual skill at giving head was slightly diminished as he wiggled from the sensation tearing through his body but he made up for it with the moans that were pouring from him, sending vibrations up Raidou's cock. He pulled back so just the head was in his mouth and wrapped his hand around the base, letting his tongue go wild, lapping up the precum from the slit before wrapping his lips just under the head and moaning deeply.

Raidou groaned and strained to keep up with his ministrations of Izumo's tight entrance. The small man's lips, tongue and vibrating moans were so pleasurable it was distracting him from his part of this. 'Oh fuck, he's so good.' Raidou's hot breath and gasping moans puffed against Izumo's puckered hole. 'It's been so long since a mouth has been around my cock.' Rai's head tossed back to get much needed air. "So long since I felt... oh, fuck," the scarred brunet cried out when Izumo took him deep and moaned. 'Fuck I want him. I need him now I need to be in him.' "Fuck." 'Come on, work though it. If you want him, you have to get him ready for you. He may be use to sex but he's not use to you,' he reminded himself. Placing his hands on Izumo's hips he buried his face to resume his preparation with more vigor than before, massaging the muscles with his tongue, thrusting it as deep within that tight body as he could pulling it out to circle the pink ring slicking it. He collected spit on his tongue and pushed it into the small entrance. If they were doing it without lube he wanted to make sure Izumo was as slick as he could make him.

Izumo slathered Raidou with saliva which wasn't hard as his mouth was watering around the thick, tasty flesh. The words that had spewed brokenly from Raidou's mouth made him feel so sexy, so desired. He wanted to make this blow job memorable but his body was aching to be filled with more than just the talented tongue. He arched his back and mewled as the hot, slick muscle drove back into him, making his body shake with desire. "Oh gods! I'm ready. I need you inside me!"

The muscular arms lifted him almost completely off the bed and maneuvered him into position, both men burning with desire. Raidou held his cock in position as Izumo slowly lowered himself downward, throwing his head back in ecstasy as the hard flesh slid into his needy body, stretching him so full that he wasn't sure if it would fit this time. He grasped Raidou's arms as he seated himself on Raidou's hips to the sounds of the man's pleasured groans, fighting away the small amount of pain that accompanied the waves of pleasure the massive organ was giving him. He lifted himself a couple of inches before slapping their hips together again, moaning as he was filled to the brim once more. Swinging his hips and grasping the strong arms for dear life, he repeated the action a few times before lifting himself higher and starting impaling himself on Raidou again and again. Completely forgetting the older man's injuries, he began riding him for all he was worth. His animalistic grunts and cries filled the tent as he fucked himself on the lieutenant with no inhibitions.

"So beautiful," Raidou cried out as Izumo rode him hard, his fingers pressed into Izumo's hips to help keep him balance in his frantic movements. He grunted, panted and moaned as the small body rose and fell over his large cock. Feeling his cock head pushing aside the muscle and organs to bury deep into the brunet's body so tight around him, combined with the look of intense pleasure and need plainly displayed on the beautiful face, caused Raidou to groan in ecstasy as Izumo slammed himself down hard on his hips. The little brunet seated himself completely and began moving up and down the hard length, each rise and fall was bringing Raidou quickly towards his release. There was nothing forced, no games, just two people with strong unexplained feelings having passionate sex, wanting to bring pleasure to each other as much as to themselves. This was something Raidou hadn't had in recent memory. He had been one of Kakashi's toys for far too long. He had to end it, make it clear to Kakashi that he did not belong to him and never would again. This is what he wanted, this beautiful creature full of feeling and passion. He wanted this to be his future. "Aaaah, Izu', oh fuck, baby. So much, baby, so much." He wanted to say so much to the young man right now, wanted to tell him everything but his mind was being destroyed by the sensations the little body was bringing him.

He was so close and Izumo was bringing him so much pleasure and he hadn't been able to do anything in return. His mind had been so captivated. With a feat of sheer will, one of Raidou's hands released a slim hip pulling his wrist free of the smaller hand grasping it like a life line. Izumo struggled to find purchase with the loss of the strong wrist and slammed the hand onto the hard chest narrowing missing the bandaged area of Raidou's abs. Raidou brought his hand to his mouth. He gathered saliva which was easier to find in his panting mouth then he thought and spit into his hand, he immediately wrapped the hand around Izumo's bouncing, drooling cock. It took a moment to find the rhythm that worked with Izumo's frantic pace without getting in the way. It was made harder by his distracted mind. The sight atop him was just so perfect he knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. From the scream of pleasure that ripped from Izumo it was obvious that wouldn't become a problem. Izumo's body shook his rhythm completely lost as he slammed himself again and again onto the huge stiffness filling him as his cock was pulled and tugged in the massive hand. The scream that ripped from him was primal and raw as his trembling body spurted hot cum over Raidou's hand, bandages and even up to his chest. Raidou roared out as Izumo's body tightened around his cock releasing his seed deep inside a body that he was sure could hold no more than it was. The hand that was still on a hip came up and gripped into Izumo's hair as he sat up to press their lips together in a passion filled kiss trying to express all he felt and couldn’t relay with his body, while his cock still unloaded into the small man.


"Namiashi, you bastard, you and your little whore scared the shit out of me! I thought you were fucking dying!" the nurse roared from the doorway.


"Get the fuck out of here bitch before I rip your hair out for speaking of my boyfriend in such a way," Raidou snarled back with all the ferocity his large body could hold, clutching the small body of his lover close to his scarred body.

The nurse gritted her teeth, clearly enraged that the man had spoken to her like that, that the men had taken such a stupid risk with Raidou's body but a small smile pulled at her lips seeing her coldhearted patient so caring with another human being. "I'm leaving now and I will be back in three minutes to change you bandages. If your little boy-toy isn't gone by then, I'll write you both up for impeding treatment!" She turned on her heels and marched back to the area they kept the supplies, trying not to laugh outright at the completely horrified look on the younger man's face.

Izumo pushed himself off Raidou and grabbed a corner of the sheet to wipe them off. His flush was pushing purple he was so embarrassed and he scrambled to redress himself. He was about to dash from the tent when a strong hand wrapped around his arm and pulled him back to the bed for a kiss. Melting into the embrace, Izumo nuzzled the scarred cheek, exhaling an emotion filled breath.

"So...am I your boyfriend?"

"Gods, I hope so." He kissed Izumo hard before pulling back just a couple of inches to continue. "I don't want you to leave, Izu'. Fuck her, if you sit in the chair out of the way she can't complain. I want you to stay. I want to visit with you. I don't want you to just leave... not after that." he gave a gentle peck to those intoxicating lips again.

Izumo shifted nervously, not wanting to get Raidou in trouble. "I want to stay but I...she'll be back any second." He tried to stand but the strong arms kept him in place. "Rai, please. I don't want to cause problems. What if I hurt you?"

"That seems likely," the nurse said tersely as she marched back into the room with a tray of bandages. "Just sit over there, honey, and don't touch him for a minute." She pointed to a chair a couple of feet away as she pulled the cum covered sheets back from Raidou's body and growled. "Look at this fucking mess. No wonder none of the other nurses want to treat you!"

Izumo took the suggested seat, listening to the nurse yell at Raidou.

"You popped half your blisters, you masochist! If these get infected and you end up here for another day, I'll make your life hell!"

"Your presence is always hell, bitch!" Raidou snapped, shooting Izumo a grin which quickly faded into a grimace when the nurse ripped the tape that was holding the bandages on his legs off. "Ahhh! Sadist!" A small smirk pulled at the brunette woman's mouth as she quickly changed the dressings and stripped the sheet, replacing it with a clean one. When Raidou was sufficiently looked after, she rounded on Izumo.

"Now see here, you! If you give a damn about his health then you'll stay off of him until his burns are healed! God knows I have enough frustrating patients without having to deal with him." Raidou mumbled something under his breath but the nurse just shot him a sarcastic smile which looked like she had a foul taste in her mouth. "Love you too, Scarface." She turned her back sending Izumo a real smile and a small wink that said she knew the only way to deal with Raidou was to give as hard as he did. She marched back out of the tent, leaving the two men alone.

"Fuck you, Nurse Joy," Raidou hissed at her retreating back.

Izumo slid his chair closer to the bed, taking one of Raidou's hands in his own. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I...I just got a little carried away." He blushed and turned his head to the side, trying not to meet his lover's eyes. But a warm hand cupped his chin, turning it so that he was staring into Raidou's face.

"Baby, don't blame yourself, okay? I didn't even notice them hurting and even if I had, it was all worth it. You are so beautiful I would have relived all these scars to share that with you..." Raidou went quiet as he thought about what that really meant. He knew what he wanted from the young man. At least he was pretty sure he knew what it was he wanted but he had no idea what he meant to Izumo. He pulled the small hand in his up to his lips where he laid a gentle kiss to the back of it. "Izu', what am I to you now? I told you I want you as my boyfriend but what do you want? What about..." he froze on the name not wanting to break this spell but needing to know what he meant to the brunet "What about Kotetsu?"

"I..." He didn't really know what to say. Looking at Raidou, he knew that what he said would have to be the truth. The man had earned at least that. "I don't know." When Raidou's face fell he hopped up on the side of the bed, wanting to be closer. "I know that I really care about you, that I can see myself with you but I'm...I'm scared that...fuck, how do I explain it? I'm worried that this won't work, no matter how bad we may want it too. I don't want you to be stone again. I like that I make you feel." He gave Raidou a small smile, trying to hide his nervousness. "But I'm worried about how this will affect him. I've hurt him enough already."

"What if he wants you? I'm sure he does. What if he comes to you begging to have you back? What does that mean for us? Would you still want to be with me?" Raidou pressed a finger over Izumo's lips when he tried to reply right away. "Take a minute to think about it, Izumo. If Kotetsu comes to you confessing his love and begging to have you back. Don't think about me turning to stone or what would happen to me. Think about you and what you would want." Raidou took his finger from off Izumo's lips and ran his thumb over the perfectly shaped cheek.

Izumo squeezed Raidou's hand, hoping it wouldn't pull away. When it came down to it, there was no question. "Probably." Tears leaked from his eyes as he looked into Raidou's stoic face. "It's just a question of time. We've had so much together. We're so close we're practically the same person. Our families are so close I call his mother Mom. I was with him for years. I've been with you for days. I...I don't know anything about you. Do you have family? What did you do before the army? Favorite foods, basic likes and dislikes. Do we even know if we could be together without driving the other crazy?"

Raidou closed his eyes and laid back trying not to close himself up like he wanted to he wanted to seal up so he couldn't feel disappointment, but Izumo had a point they knew nothing about each other, all Kotetsu had to do was say the word and Izumo was his again. Raidou had nothing he couldn't compete with what Kotetsu had with Izumo. Raidou steeled himself but worked to keep the chill from his voice. "I was raise on a small island three hour boat ride from the south coast, called Sayuri. I was hated by the whole village including my family. My father was a man from the land of water who raped my mother; I look like him more than I do my mother’s family. With my lighter hair and large size I was a reminder to every one of the evil people who raped the women of the village, when their boat washed up on our shore after a storm. They raped them, stole food and clothes and anything else they wanted. Every time someone saw me I reminded them of that time. I became a fisher man with my uncle and grandfather the only two people who could bare to look at me. As soon as I was 16 I left on a supply ship. When I arrived at the main land I didn't know what to do but a man was standing at a booth recruiting for the Army. Here I have been since then, fighting for a country I don't even know." Raidou breathed out and looked up to Izumo with an unreadable expression, he didn't know what to feel right then, he had never shared that with anyone except Tenzou and he hadn’t even shared it all with his perky friend.

Izumo's pink lips parted in shock. How cruel fate had been to this man. It made is heart bleed to think about adding to the man's sadness and disappointment. He wanted to give Raidou something to fight for, to live for. Leaning down he pressed their lips together, wrapping his arms around Raidou's neck. For as long as he could he wouldn't let go. "I want to do right by you, Raidou. Please be patient with me, Rai." Strong arms pulled him closer making Izumo's eyes water as he wondered where he would have been if he'd lived Raidou's life.

Raidou kissed Izumo's brown locks "I want this Izumo I want this to work, I want the hope you bring me to become real." He gave a long sigh and held Izumo tighter "I still prefer fish over other meat I just never got a taste for it. I'm very fond of sushi and I like all the vegetables I've tried. I've come to hate all the colours of the army but I'm very fond of blues. I prefer reading over TV; I don't really understand what people enjoy about all the noise it makes. I have been able to train in the sword and martial arts." Raidou kissed Izumo's head again "That's all I can think of off the top of my head, How about you Izu' where are you from?"

Izumo flipped his body so he was stretched out along Raidou's uninjured side. "Born and raised in Konoha. Two younger siblings, my brother Tori is 15 and my sister Mika is 12. I work at the library and in an office during the days and bartend at night. I read a lot of manga and classics but I despise most paperbacks. I don't watch much TV but I love movies. Sushi is great, second only to soup. I could live off corn chowder most of the year if I had to. I can't cook to save my life so I tend to gravitate towards can food or fruit when left to fend for myself. I'm very close with my family. It was a little rough when I first told my parents I was gay, but they came around awfully quick. I guess ‘cause it was Ko and they had know him forever. I don't know was there something in particular you need to know?"

"Need to know?" Raidou looked down on him in surprise "this isn't a grilling session you know. I'm asking because I want to know not need to know" Raidou kissed Izumo's head "Where do you live do you live with your family? Why do you work three jobs, are you a workaholic?"

Keeping his voice mercifully even, Izumo began to speak again, wondering just how much of this Raidou was going to want to hear. "Kotetsu and I moved into a loft downtown three years ago. Ko's in school and got into a really difficult program so instead of him having to work while taking classes...He works in the summer to pay his tuition. It's not that bad really. My day jobs are quiet and working at the bar is fun." A heavy silence fell between them as they both realized that when the war was over his whole life might be different. The thought frightened him so Izumo buried his face in the crook of Raidou's neck, holding on to the strong body as he chased away his fear of change. Sometimes change was good, needed.

"It sounds like a very good life" Raidou said in a soft voice, wondering if he was truly a bad person for breaking apart such a loving couple. "Izumo do you resent me for coming between you and Kotetsu? I mean if it hadn't been for me, sure your lives would have changed but you would still be together right now and you would most likely be in his arms not mine. Why don't you hate me?" Raidou had not felt so unsure about himself since he first stepped off the boat and onto the main land.

"Sometimes," Izumo whispered, feeling the need to be completely honest. "We were paired for training this morning and it was so hard to be around him. We...were best friends you know." Raidou's deep sigh made him pull his head back to look at the older man. "But it's awfully hard to hate you when you hold me. I feel so good with you around me, holding me, inside me. It's not just the sex. I feel wanted, needed. Please tell me that you need me." His voice sounded so pathetic and he knew this was his fear of being alone creeping over him but he didn't care. He needed someone and Raidou was special. He just hoped that he would continue to feel this way.

"I need you so badly Izumo it scares the shit out me. I've never needed anything, not like I need you" Raidou confessed as a little grumble came from his chest "I really don't want to need something so bad and it makes no sense to me that I could feel this way in only a couple of days and with no real time to even talk to you. And yet here I am telling you about my past holding you close and wishing for nothing more than all the time in the world to spend with you and get to know everything about you" Raidou growled and again and ran his hand through his hair roughly. "Listen to me, I sound like a stalker freak, babbling on about feelings and stuff I never thought about till two days ago." He pressed his lips to Izumo's head holding them there for a long moment "What have you done to me Izumo? How could this have happened?" he asked knowing the smaller man wouldn't have better idea than he did.

Raidou held Izumo tight to him for about a half an hour neither of them saying anything just laying in each other’s arms. Rai's mind wouldn't stop replaying Izumo's words about his life before this camp, about how close Izumo and Kotetsu were, how much they care for each other, the way they lived for each other not just with each other. Of course all those word hadn't passed Izumo’s lips but Rai was proficient in read underneath the underneath, all this was stirring even more new feeling in the large usually stone cold soldier. He had broken apart something he could only dream of having and until his met Izumo hadn't even been able to do that. Now that was his hope his wish for his future to have something so meaning full. To have love. And he had taken it and shit upon it without even understanding what he had really done. It was hurting, his chest was burning from the inside; he had taken that away from the man he now wished to have that with. He tightened his arms around Izumo and rolled onto his side tucking Izumo's head under his chin so the smaller man couldn't see the hurt in his eyes. "Izu', I'm so sorry for what I've done to you and to Kotetsu. I'm so very sorry. I wish I could take it back, I wish I could make it all go way so you could be with him and never have felt this confusion and hurt. What you had was real, a real life dream, something a man like me can only dream of in the deepest hidden reaches of himself so deep he doesn't even know it. He can't know it because he can't have it. Stuff like that doesn't happen for people like me Izu' and I've taken it away from you. I'm so very sorry."

In Izumo's mind all he could think was that if it was that easy it must have been inevitable that he would hurt Kotetsu but that would have sounded like a slap in the face for Raidou and that's not what he meant. He pulled back so he could nuzzle Raidou's ear, earning him a very subdued grunt of desire. "You'll find that kind of happiness. You deserve it. I think that life hands you a fairly even balance. Since you've had a rough start the rest of your life will be smooth sailing." He shot Raidou a playful grin in hopes of lightening the mood. This whole mess was his fault, no matter what Raidou or Kotetsu said. 'He deserves that kind of happiness. Not me. He's a good man who's had shitty breaks most of his life and who am I? A person who's never had to struggle and had the most perfect relationship in the world only to throw it all away. At least he's not an ass, or abusive or cruel. Not the real him. He's so gentle when you get to really see him.' Entwining their fingers together they laid in silence, both feeling a little guilty and undeserving of this moment.

Raidou gave a weak chuckle "That is a very nice thought Izumo, and it would be nice if that was the way it worked. But I'm quite sure fate doesn't play that way. I believe there are those who are meant to live a good life and live and enjoy happiness and there are those of us who are put here to suffer. If there was no one who suffered how would you know that what you have in life is good. People like me... and the captain we live the hard way so the good people" he ran a finger down Izumo's cheek "Like you and like Kotetsu see that what you have is what is important in life."

Izumo shook his head from side to side in protest. "I refuse to believe that, about you anyway. Don't you see that you’re so much better a person than I am? Don't you see how flawed your logic is? Some people do just get the short end of the stick. It happens all over the world, but the more you believe that the more likely it is to be true. Can't you just try to believe, for me, that you deserve the most this life has to offer? Maybe..." He had to wonder if it was a bad idea to be making these kinds of half promises, but he couldn't seem to make his mouth stop. "Maybe we'll find what we're looking for together."

"Izumo, listen to me, this is very important and very hard for me to say but you need to listen."Rai cupped Izumo's chin forcing himself to look into those deep pools of black "You had... could still have what I'm looking for and I don't want you to lose that. I can't give up on you, but if Kotetsu wants you and you still want him I will not stand in the way. I want you to have that life and I don't believe I can give it to you. He can and has been for years. What happened with us, with me, it is what I was just saying you needed to see from the outside that what you already have is what is best." Raidou's voice was obviously being forced to be that stable sounding.

"Had. What I had," Izumo whispered, not wanting to think about Kotetsu right now. He had to admit that if Kotetsu did want him back he'd probably want that too. But he didn't deserve Kotetsu; the spiky haired man was too good for him. Come to think of it so was Raidou. He was actually considering just tossing this strong, considerate man away like a used condom if he could get back together with Kotetsu. The thought made him hate himself all the more. He rested their foreheads together intimately and sighed, suddenly feeling very weary.

"I've made you sad, I'm very sorry Izumo, perhaps you should go get some dinner and some rest, you look tired. And I've giving you too much to think about for one evening. As cute as you are with your brow all scrunched it will give you a headache" Raidou said in a voice that was tiring to sound light, "If my words have laid to heavy on you Izumo I will not take offense if you pass them off as the rambling of a old man on too much sedative." Raidou brushed Izumo's hair from his tightly pinched face. "If this is how they deal with me they must have had to keep the Captain unconscious when he was in here for his eye, he is much meaner then I am." Raidou tried to lighten the mood, but it quickly turned serious again when he thought of the Captain. "Izumo promise me something, please…" He didn't wait for the promise to be confirmed. "Stay away from the Captain at all cost, okay? If he wants to see you alone you come get me or Kotetsu, I'll talk to him about this. If the captain wants to see you at all you let me know first if at all possible." He looked deep in those eyes trying to bury that promise in. “Izumo can you promise me that?"

"Mmmhmmm," Izumo agreed sleepily, his dark eyes sliding closed as he began to doze on Raidou's shoulder. The older man gave him a gentle shake, wanting to be sure what he'd said had sunk in but when Izumo just mumbled again and snuggled in closer to his body for warmth he decided to just let the younger man sleep. They'd had a very eventful and emotional couple of hours after all. He'd wake his lover...his boyfriend up when it was dinner time. Smiling he tightened his grip, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Izumo, keeping watch over the smaller man as he slept.


Four hours. Five bundles of sand bags (less than half done). Five cuts to his arms where the wire had whipped back and sliced him when he was cutting it free. Ten dry, cracked and bleeding fingers. Hundreds of sore muscles. One very tired sergeant.

Genma groaned as he tossed another sand bag in the pile to be sewed and grabbed his trench shovel to fill another. His fingers were raw from the rough burlap and the sand getting in his cuts and scrapes. It didn't help that Tenzou was sitting in the shade of the shed, watching him slave away. Okay, so he shouldn't have threatened the man. That he'd admit was stupid. But he stuck by what he'd said and done for Iruka.

Finishing off the bundle he pulled out the needle and twine out of his shirt and flopped down to start sewing, immediately pricking his finger when he stuck the needle through the burlap.

"Fuck!" he growled as he stuck the finger in his mouth and did a few stitches with one hand. Tenzou didn't laugh. He just stared solemnly. Genma started weaving the needle through the fabric quickly finishing off the bag and grabbing another.

"I hope you're ready for the nightmare he's going to have tonight, sir." He chanced a glance at the lieutenant who just continued to stare. He was really pushing his luck but he was still pissed at what the man had done to the undeserving Iruka. "If you thought it was bad the other night that was nothing. When he told me the details of what happened to him in basic...well, let's just say no one in the barracks ended up getting much sleep that night. Do you think you'll be able to listen to him scream, knowing you brought that all back up for him?" Genma's face darkened as he grabbed another bag. "It wasn't easy for me and he came to me, told me he needed to talk about it. Something tells me tonight is going to be worse though." He didn't dare look up at the lieutenant and fell into silence to let the man think about what he said.

"Shit!" he cursed as he pricked his fingers again. He didn't think he could take four more hours of this.

"Sergeant Shiranui, hearing a man scream throughout the night is not something new to me. Of course I will find it hard to heard Private Umino cry out and know that if I try and help I will make it worse. But I will not regret what I did today; I truly believe that it will help him to become stronger. He wants to be strong but if you hold him and coddle him whenever he is hurt he will not become the man he wants to be. Before you say it... of course I don't know him well personally but I have been trained to read men to know their minds better than they do. I'm here to make stronger men of all of you. Some days my job is very rewarding and I love it. And some days like today..." Tenzou trail off as his mind was flooded with images of what his job demanded of him today.

Genma looked at his bloodied hands and grabbed his canteen to wash them off some. "Yeah, sir. You're a real peach." The truth was he didn't think the lieutenant was a bad guy. In fact when he'd first interacted with the man he'd thought that Tenzou could be a good match for Iruka. That went out the window pretty quickly today though. He hissed as his cracked skin was rinsed clean, stinging as the minerals from the earth dissolved. Groaning he wrapped a bandana around his heavily blistered hands and picked his tiny spade back up but paused to look at Tenzou. "I hope it works, sir. I really do. I hope this does help him and I really hope that he gets over...whatever this thing between you two is." He held the man's gaze for a second before checking his watch and taking his wire cutters to the next bundle.

"SON OF A BITCH!" he cried as the wire snapped and hit the top of his wrist leaving another little cut. He still hadn't figured out how to get his hands away in time.

Tenzou came over beside Genma grabbing the next bundle of bags he placed the cutters to the wire and twisted it before he cut. "That way it won’t snap back and cut you ‘cause it's hooked on the cutters." He handed the cutters back to Genma and retook his place the shaded wall. "He let me kiss him goodnight last night" Tenzou mused staring out into the desert. "Gods I was hoping to get another one tonight but I think that chance was over when he saw me this morning with Lieutenant Namiashi." He threw a handful of sand at nothing. Well, to anyone else it was nothing, to Genma it was nothing, but to him it was images of his friend falling onto a burning metal plate. "I don't know what was worse or were they just as bad as the other." He stared out into the desert again for a long moment listening to Genma shovel. "I was there beside him when the Greek lantern hit him. He didn't start screaming till after, we got the fire out. We had to drag him to the ground; he just kept shooting. Me and two others..." He looked to Genma. "You've seen them; they took Hagane away last night, Lieutenants Yamashiro and Tobitake. They pulled him down smothering the flames with sand, but it was oil so the oil kept burning him. It was like it was eating his flesh." Tenzou had stopped seeing Genma and was seeing only his memory. "He was screaming and trying to claw it away from his eye... if I hadn't shot him with the morphine I think he would be a lot more scarred then he is." Tenzou went quiet again, staring at Genma but not seeing him.

Genma listened in morbid fascination to the story of one of the company's bastard lieutenants. All the officers probably had horror stories like this to share and it was too good insight to interrupt. So he kept filling the bags as quietly as possible even though it was probably slowing his pace considerably. Maybe Tenzou would give up some information about himself or maybe even about the captain.

"It was later that day that I got my scars, that's how I ended up in the bed next to him" his eyes narrowed as obviously vivid memories replayed. A couple minutes later his eyes cleared and he looked at Genma finally seeing him again "I'm sure you've had a burn Sergeant, and can you remember that feeling that wouldn't stop even from a small burn it still hurt it still felt like it was burning?" He stared letting the thought sink into Genma. "I was flat on my face in the bed next to him for weeks," he continued, "Two bullet wounds and about three dozen shrapnel wounds... well they called it shrapnel most of it was pieces of Sergeant Sarugaku's skull. Tsuzumi was my best friend he stepped on a plastic mine right behind me. I was thrown from the blast taking shrapnel damage then shot in the back twice and left for dead. I wouldn't die I had seen my commanding officer on fire still shooting the enemy had seen his face melt and still live. I wasn't going to just die." he visible pulled himself from the memory. "So Rai and I lay next to each other for weeks. The first week when the morphine would ware off he would scream. Sometimes it was hours till a nurse or medic could get around to him to administer more. In the hours between being heavily doped and intense pain we would talk to each other try and remind the other why we were fighting to live." Tenzou stood up his face now angry "Today I was ordered to threaten that man with burns again, it was not my idea it was my order. He was fine he was fighting it. I was watching if it looked like his strength was going to give I would have gotten him off of there but the fucking block slid on sand." Tenzou's voice was no longer steady, it held a tremor. "We both had to relive something we never want to think about but do every time we look in a mirror, but today it was a lot closer..." He knelt down in front of Genma staring right at him "Do you still think I have no idea what Private Umino was going through today? Do you think I can't understand his pain and fear? My job asks me to do things to people I care about that I wouldn't want to wish upon my enemies." he tilted his head just a bit "So yeah Genma it's going to fucking suck hearing Iruka scream tonight but I can promise you he is not the only soldier reliving a past of pain."

"Fuck, sir. That's intense. I'll tell you I've never had to deal with something like that personally. I guess that's why Iruka's story sticks with me so much. It's different though. He wasn't in the service when he...well, it's not really my place to tell you about it. I'll tell you it's brutal though. Not to belittle what you and lieutenant Namiashi have been through but its worse. I guess you'll know all about it soon enough though. Fuck I hope he doesn't get 4fed for this. He should have ended up a serial killer or a drug addict after what he's been through but he's the best fucking field medic I’ve ever seen. He's been alone most of his life. Never really had anyone until he was in basic. I guess that's why we're so close." Genma went back to filling the bags but continued talking.

"Seems like most of the platoon, even those who haven't seen action, have chips on their shoulders. Did you know that private Hyuuga's father was Colonel Hyuuga? He thinks it's his destiny to die in battle like his father. Sai spent years of his life in a school that was busted for brainwashing. That's why he's got that freaky smile. He doesn't know how to smile for real anymore. He spent two years in a mental hospital getting de-programmed."

The lieutenant gave a dark chuckle. "Only to join the army to be brainwashed in a new way. Almost ironic, don'tcha think?"

The blond smiled back at the pop culture joke. "Then there's Asuma who's trying to live up to the Hokage. Can't say I envy him that. And the codependency issues between Izumo and Kotetsu. I guess we all kind of have our ghosts from some part of our life."

The lieutenant quirked an eyebrow and eyed Genma. "What about you, Sergeant? What are your ghosts?"

Genma chuckled again and moved to sewing the new batch of bags, stretching his sore back when he moved. "I guess you can't call them ghosts if the problems are current, can you?"


"Well Sergeant the depended the problem and how current that problem is... say if you were talking of a silver haired maniac then yeah, I would say that counts as a ghost, that man can haunt you for life with just one look." Tenzou's smile broadened, knowing he had struck right on the head.

A shiver wracked Genma's body as he thought about his recent interactions with the captain. "It's already been more than a look. I...uh...I may have bitten off more than I can swallow here, sir."

"There are few who can swallow the captain." Tenzou's face split with an evil grin and a chuckle. He sat down and looked more serious. "He is a hard man with a tricky mind. It has taken us years to be able to read him and we still can't get further then he wants us to. Some of us have been where you are and some who were are no longer with the army. T they couldn't handle it... him. He scared them right out of the army."

Genma gaped at the lieutenant in shock. "You're shitting me?" Tenzou just deadpanned making Genma cringe. "You're not shitting me. Fuck." His curiosity got the better of him and he just had to ask. "Sir did you ever...with the captain?"

Tenzou snorted out a laugh "Me and the Captain?" his face went serious "No. Not that I was really interested but he told me the first day we met he wouldn't fuck me cause I was too ugly. Said I had strange eyes. Fuck, he didn't even like talking to me till after I got blown up. He is a unique man with his own quirks. He's not my type anyway, but if he is yours good luck with that, enjoy it while it last and just try and survive." Tenzou patted his shoulder like he was going on a death mission before frowning.

"So I'm right fucked in Iruka's book now aren't I? He sees me as someone like the man from his past now. I had figured it out that he was beaten by someone he should have been able to trust but I didn't know it was rape as well till today. He isn't very good at hiding his thoughts and feelings. Fuck it almost killed me when he looked at me with such fear. My job makes me sick today." Tenzou flopped onto his back in the sand staring up at the darkening sky.

"I don't know what to tell you, sir. I don't know why his mind signaled you out like that. Maybe it's because of that kiss you stole. He wanted to think that you were the type of person he could trust with everything he has to give. I've never seen his mind play tricks on him like this and, not that I think that you would, but don't tell anyone about his being raped. Well, anyone that you don't have to that is. Even Spike and Zoomer don't know. He only shared the details of that little gem with me." Genma splashed his raw hands again before going back to his punishment.

"For your information, Shiranui, I didn't steal that kiss he gave me permission," Tenzou said a bit offend. "And of course I'm not going to go around telling people about Iruka's past." Tenzou brows furrowed and he got up and went back to leaning on his wall. After a few minutes of silence except for Genma slugging sand into bags, Tenzou spoke again "So what makes you so special to him that he would share that with you and not his other friends? Were you two something more at one time?" He couldn't keep the touch of jealousy out of his voice; it had been a long emotional day.

Now it was Genma's turn to smirk knowingly. "Green isn't the best colour on you, sir." At the heated glare from his superior he decided to set the man at ease. "We got close as soon as we were put in the same training group. I can't deny how attracted to him I was so believe me, sir, I know how he can get under your skin. We were damn close a couple of times but there were some lines we just never crossed. He said I was one of the first real friends he'd ever had, which is why he picked me to talk to. Some idiot started making comments about his scars and he just had to let it out to someone. He begged me to sleep with him after he told me but I couldn't do it. He deserved his first time to be with someone who loves him. And no, that bullshit doesn't count as his first time." Genma scowled heatedly for a minute before continuing. "We've been even closer since then but we've never done anything other than a little macking when we were both drunk on leave at new years." Genma gave a little shiver as he remembered the brunet looking up at him mischievously and pulling him down into a smoldering hot kiss. There'd been some heavy under the clothes petting too but he and Iruka had decided to pretend that hadn't happened. The truth was they were just too good of friends now to go there.

"I really hope he can find what he is looking for. He'll have a hell of a time finding it in the army. There aren't many people like him in the army... any that were, aren't anymore..." Tenzou stared off thinking about what Genma had said "I envy you Shiranui. I really really do. You are a lucky man to have the trust of someone like Iruka, it bodes well for your character." Tenzou got up and walked over to Genma again looking down on him as he sewed another bag shut; give a little hiss when he pricked his finger again. "And obviously Iruka is a lucky man to have a friend like you on his side." Tenzou started to walk away; he gave a wave over his shoulder saying "I'll be back in a bit. Keep up the good work Sergeant."