#nowplaying: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked - Cage the Elephant
A/N: For my smut loving friends, enjoy.
Warnings: Ninja sexcapades... Can't spell smex without sex
Genma's Been A Naughty Boy
After showing and eating at Iruka's, Genma attends his 'assignment' at the school. The morning goes well enough for the substitute teacher, only one kid nearly gets maimed. The poor lad thought it would be funny to steal the special jônin's senbon and there had been some seriously tense seconds when the prankster failed. Needless-to-say Genma had not been amused and quickly banished the terrified boy to ISS for punishment.
Brat's probably still doing write offs! Genma glees inwardly, sucking his senbon thoughtfully as he rises from the pale wooden desk, matching maple chair squeaking slightly as its legs push back across the floor.
Otherwise than that the rainy morning had been uneventful and borderline boring. The rest of the kids behaved excellently, most of them uttering no more than two words and/or sleeping at the desks –which Genma couldn't possibly care less about. I mean, hell, he'd slept through school and turned out just fine. Damn fine in fact. Special jônin status, luscious hair, rock hard body… Yeah, damn fine indeed, if he had to say to himself!
Like Genma's classroom, the rest of the school is quiet, void of lecturing teachers and vacant of screaming children. Two minutes ago, as soon as the brass bell rang, the children grabbed their bento boxes and sprinted outside to the back covered deck for lunch. You know how it is: gotta get there early to get a good seat.
Genma basks in the stillness as he leisurely makes his way down the long hall towards the teacher's lounge. Pausing to peek through a few classroom doors, the jônin realizes, much to his surprise, despite the rain most of the teachers have gone out for lunch. Well, either that or they have gathered in the teacher's lounge gossiping.
Kami, please don't let them be there. I just want to nap in peace. Reaching his destination the senbon lover pauses, honey eyes wandering across the small rectangular space.
Score! No one's here! Smiling contentedly he starts across the room. To his right rests a small refridgerator which holds homeroom party food, teacher's lunches, and an endless supply of popsicles. Two steps past the snow colored box Genma doubles back for its freezer, yanking an popsicle out. Mmm orange –the color of his favorite food, pumpkin.
Plop!
The popsicle nursing jônin drops onto a plush green couch sprawling out on his stomach. Kicking his feet like a daydreaming school girl he licks his popsicle quietly, mind wandering vastly but focusing on nothing.
"Ahh," he sighs, snuggling into the couch and dropping the popsicle wrapper to the ground, "nap time."
45 minutes til lunch is over, that means I can get in a solid 40 minute snooze. Ah the joys of teaching... The simple room is quiet, only the soft hum of the refidgerator can be heard. Hunter green curtains wave silently in the humid breeze as seven minutes of undisturbed slumber pass, the brunette snoring lightly.
Suddenly something jars Genma awake.
Naaaani? The groggy shinobi sits up blinking and confused. As he starts to turn his head to peer around the room as someone grabs the back of his head and shoves his face harshly down into the seafoam cushions. Genma releases a muffled cry as he desperately tries to raise up.
Warm hands agilely slide a hiate-te around wide honey eyes, restraining the jônin's vision. A hard body straddles his back, knees dig into the senbon lover's sides. Nimble fingers force Genma's wrists behind his back and tie them together with assassin like precision. Before he can blink Genma's ankles are bound in the same manner –tight enough to restrain a raging elephant, the bindings digging slightly into his skin.
"THE HELL!" Genma roars. Bound and blind folded he lashes out instinctively searching for his captor's chakra signature. His attempt is thrawted.
Chakra rope? Shit. "LET ME GO DAMMIT!"
"No" a muffled voice replies.
Genma freezes, ears perking up. He's heard that voice before. A lot. Yah, he defiently knows that voice but due to the sneaky bastard muffling his sound he cannot identify it.
The warm weight lifts off Genma's back. Nimble feet land on the gray rug so softly only tained ninja ears could possible hear it.
Probaby a jônin –Genma's subconscious registers, automatically analyzing the lack of noise.
No longer pinned down the bound man takes his half a breath's chance at escape and squirms wildly, aiming to dislodge the constricting rope. "Oompf," the assailant launces himself back on top of Genma trying to pin him again. Body parts fly haphazardly -one nin trying to escape, the other trying to restrain. Couch pillows fly.
*Crack!*- a piece of furniture breaks.
Two struggling bodies hit the floor. Genma rolls, kicking out as best he can attempting to find footing so he can counter into a crouch. The attacker lunges at him, catching him in a tackle. They slam back onto the floor knocking over a chair. After a minute of struggling the tackler finally triumps – his sweaty body straddling Genma's heaving chest. Two warm hands hand wrap around the jônin's midsection, grabbing him hard and hoist him into the air.
Crunch! –Genma gets in a good elbow, causing something to break, warm liquid soaking through his shirt, the coppery smell of blood tainting the air.
"Thatwuckinhort!" The unidentified familiar voices mutters nasally, pinching a bloody nose.
Thanks to the distraction of pain the assailant momentarily loses the hold on his chakra allowing Genma to get a partial read. The man's chakra is warm and soothing, almost like an ocean wave on a hot summer day. Unfortunately though, his attacker did not falter long enough to reveal more, however, the special jônin did realize three other important things: (1) the man was one of the bloody idiots from the mission room he called his friends –either Raido or one of the fucking wonder twins, Kotetsu and Izumo; (2) Said 'friends' apparently have a twisted sense of humor and a death wish; and (3)someone was going to die a very slow painful death with hundreds and hundreds of senbons shoved into orfices that sharp pointy objects should be be allowed close to.
"Rai! Izu! Ko! Let me down! I know it's one of you fucking morons and I've already had a bad enough fucking week with the hokage forcing me to teach and then the rain! Don't make me add murdering my best friends to my list!" Genma vehemently bellows as he is briskly run down the hall, his threats falling on deaf ears.
Wind rushes past his blindfolded face. The captor and he near the end of the hall and turn left, continuing at the same rapid pace. One… two… three doors later the pair slams to an abrupt stop. Genma's body thumps roughly into his abductor's face, knee rounding hopefully connecting with the broken nose. The captor grunts in pain.
Hah! Hope that fucking hurt! Keys jingle and a heavy door opens reluctantly followed by a set of poorly silenced foot steps.
Defiently not a jônin –they don't make that much sound-
so it can't be Raido. One of fuckin' wonder twins then. "Oi! Ko! Izu! I'm not fucking around! You better-ahhh!" Genma flies through the air hitting the ground with a solid thud. "Ouch! That fucking hurrr-" Genma starts to whine, his complaining stopped short with what feels like -
SILK?- being shoved quickly in this mouth.
Oh my Kami I am gonna fuckin' kill 'em all.
The heavy entry door closes followed by another closer door. Remembering his shinobi skills Genma forces his mind to still and takes in surroundings.
It's dark and the air's dry. A closet? And I can still sense the kids' chakras so we're clearly still in the school…
Pop! -A bottle opens. Its plastic top rattles to the wooden floor.
It smells like... it smells like spices, so we're in a pantry… and what's that other smell? –Genma inhales deeply, exhaling audibly –
LUBE? What the— "FUCK! HATAKE KAKASHI IF THIS IS YOUR KAMIDAMN IDEA OF A JOKE I SWEAR ON ALL THINGS HOLY I'LL CUT YOUR OVERLY ACTIVE DICK OFF!" Genma growls, enraged.
Hearing no response Genma growls again, trying to appear as menacingly as possible to make up for the fact that he's tied up, in no position to escape, and has some sort of stupid silk, and probably frilly, bandana shoved half way down his throat.
"It's not Kakashi." A well-known, clearly amused, sultry voice purrs, the speaker so close Genma can feel his sweet smelling breathe on his face.
Genma's mind breaks, blanking, unable to form even half a coherent thought.
"I-I-Iruka?" Genma finally squeaks, bewildered. (Of course, considering the make shift gag in his mouth, it comes out sounding like Scooby Doo –"Ri-Ri-RiRuRa?")
Iruka chuckles sinisterly and presses his soft lips against creamy skin. He kisses on the confused jônin running a moist trail from ear to mouth. Genma shudders. Strong hands pull the tied man up and prop him chûninagainst cool shelves.
The sitting man tenses as Iruka lowers himself into his lap, long legs wrapping around his waist. Iruka removes the gag and kisses Genma hard, energy surging from darker lips to paler ones. Refusing to cooperate Genma clamps his mouth shut, denying access to the wet probing tongue. After a few thwarted attempts Iruka gives up and stuffs the gag back into Genma's mouth.
Tan hands run up Genma's muscular side pausing to remove his flak jacket. A tight black undershirt reveals rippling abs. Iruka coos approvingly, pausing to stare.
"You've been a naughty boy Genma-kun," he whispers, hands running over hidden muscles down to Genma's hips.
Oh shit. –The jônin's breath hitches. –
Did he just? Tan hands grasp green pants rubbing sensually causing Genma's heartbeat to freeze momentarily.
Okay I've either lost it or died and gone to Elysia because I'm having delusions of Iruka talking dirty to me and rubbing my cock. The chûnin in question squeezes slightly as if responding to his thoughts.
Oh shit.
Genma moans softly as the Chûnin slips a hand underneath his pants and starts pumping him slowly. Soft lips land on a sweet neck. Teeth grazy lightly down creamy skin alternating with feather-like sucks, eliciting full body shivers.
Iruka continues his sugarly assault up the panting man's neck but stops short of his lips. Using teeth, Iruka gently removes the speech impeding cloth from its moist location.
Genma stutters, "Uh e-excuse me? W-What are you doing?"
Iruka responds nonverbally, running his hands up his own body purposefully rustling his uniform suggestively. Genma's brow arches out from under his makeshift blindfold as the familiar sound of nin pants unbuttoning hit his ears.
"Oh," Genma spurts stupidly, "Well then, what did you just say?"
"I said," a stern reprimanding voice starts, "Genma-kun, you have been a naughty,
naughty boy."
*Thud*-Pants hit the ground.
*
Zip*-Genma gulps.
*Woosh* -Still blindfolded, Genma squeaks as what can only assume was the rest of Iruka's clothing hits the floor.
Suddenly a hand grips his jaw tightly.
"Now don't make me repeat myself again," –the now naked man warns, leaning forward to remove Genma's blindfold. Vision restored the special jônin stares, mouth gaping comically at the wonderful, cock hardening, nose bleedingly sexy sigh in front of him. –"And you
will address me as Sensei from here out." The thoughtfully added command emphasized by a slight raise in volume and sternness.
Genma nods trying desperately not to cum himself. "Y-Yes Sensei," he pants, body trembling in lust, a tent forming in his pants. "Holy fucking senbons" he moans his needy body suddenly weighted down again. Iruka's steaming erection presses into Genma's abdomen, rubbing slowly against washboard abs. Both men moan, loving the friction. A tongue darts up a warm neck procuring shudders and small gasps. The small pantry heats up quickly with two lustful bodies grinding, rubbing, and pushing into each other as their owners pant heavily.
"Did you really think I could resist jumping that sexy little ass after watching you walk around in my tight pants all morning?" -The purring Chûnin huskily whispers in the anxiously squirming jônin's ear, adding a playful nip on his earlobe,-"Do you know how good your ass looks when you bend over to pick pencils off the ground?"
Genma groans and trusts his hips up into the playful Chûnin, head twisting awkwardly trying to get lip contact with some sexy bronze skin.
"Oi, Genma-kun, I know you want me…" –chills run down the jônin's body, clothed rock into the seductive voice as Iruka licks his ear, grazing it just hard enough with his teeth, honey eyelids haze lustfully. "…I heard you in my shower this morning…" Iruka pauses for effect, letting his comment sink into the jônin's skull. Genma gulps and stiffens, not sure how to respond. "…Why so quiet now eh?" the teacher teases on, "Earlier in my shower you were so…vocal."
Genma blushes deeply, embarrassment stunning his usually quick witted speech. Iruka chuckles pleased that finally someone's blushing other than him! Soft tongue licks down heavily blushing neck, stopping when he locates a spot that makes the jônin's toes curl.
Smiling, satisfied with Genma's reaction, Iruka starts to suck lightly on the sensitive spot, smirking into the paler neck as the silent man's dick slowly springs to life.
"That's right," the Chûnin purrs, teacher's voice laden heavily with lust, "I know all about your little escapade…" his hand ghosts lightly over the clothed hardness.
Genma inhales sharply. -
Oh my fucking gods. Bodies shift. The younger man sits back on his heels, allowing his hands to roam down strong leg, trailing dangerous close to the taller man's swelling member.
"I know you get off thinking about me…"
The teacher's soft warm hands play coyly with the waist of Genma's pants.
"...about us..."
The hand slips farther down, fingers grazing lightly down a growing length
"...together…"
Genma moans loudly as Iruka squeezes his cock.
"…
Fucking."
The last word carnally growled as he grasps Genma's hard on, stroking him roughly, up and down.
Genma rolls his head, arching into the cinnamon hand, trying to procure as much friction as possible. His body bends off the floor, eyes roll back, as the Chûnin's hand speeds up.
"You like that Genma-kun? You want me to touch you there?"
Oh hell yes! "Mmhm, yes Sensei."
Genma moans, melting into the warm small hand as Iruka teases his cock for all it's worth. Honey eyes dark with lust, hips stretched forward, trying to slide to thrust his needy member in and out of Iruka's hand.
"Did you
enjoy the little show Kakashi and I performed for you the other day in the mission room?" Iruka drawls, sliding his hand up towards Genma's waist, nearly off of the cock, fingers barely touching the weeping tip.
Genma whines at the loss of touch.
"Answer my question Genma."
Still attempting to reconnect his needy cock with the warm talented hand, Genma rolls his hips upward slowly. "Yes..." he finally responds, breathless from desire.
"What are you supposed to call me?" Iruka barks, slamming his hand back under the fabric, thumb tip digging down into Genma's slit, stretching it harshly.
"Sensei!" Genma gasps out pain mixing incoherently with pleasure, body not sure whether to shrink into or away from the confusing sensation, "Yes. Yes! I enjoyed it sensei."
Removing his hand from the jônin's pants, Iruka smirks. He slowly lowers his upper half into Genma's lap, open mouth hovering above horny clothed member. Chocolate eyes lock with honey as Iruka smiles devilishly, blowing hot air onto the green tent, coaxing out goosebumps on paler skin.
"Would you like for us to put on our own little show for the canned goods in here Genma-kun?"
"Nrgh- sensei pleaseee!" Genma openly whines, crazy with desire.
"Please what Genma?" Iruka smirks, maintaining eye contact as he positions a tight hand at the base of Genma's trapped erection, tongue poking out to lick the stretched fabric.
"P-Please Sensei. S-suck me." The special jônin begs freely, not caring how desperate he sounds, frantically trying to thrust himself into the devilish teasing lips.
Please, please, PLEASEE! Genma inwardly adds.
"Mmm, okay…" the Chûnin warmly replies, quickly unbuckling the jônin's pants. He quickly slides the offending clothing pants to Genma's ankles, taking blue boxers with them.
"…But! Only because you asked so nicely." Iruka sing songs as he dives down, lips stretching over the thick head.
Engulfed in one swoop, Genma hurls his head throws back, gasping in pleasure. His throbbing dick slides smoothly down the back of the tight wet throat. More pleasure moans fill the dry air as throat muscles contract in blissful tightness as Iruka swallows around the pulsating flesh.
"Oh fuck YESSSS." Genma howls, lust lidded honey eyes glued to the long haired teacher as his pony tail bobs up and down, his hot wet mouth greedily swallowing every drop of pre-cum. "Suck it just like that."
Hazy eyes close as Iruka continues pleasuring his slowly leaking cock, sucking, licking, and swallowing as Genma pumps gently in and out of talented lips.
Sucks, pants, and moans fill the closet. Sensual cries reverberate off dozens of white stacked paper plates and hundreds of chopsticks onto commercial rice cookers and assorted dry goods. One nin struggles desperately to free himself, desiring to entangle his fingers in lush bobbing chocolate hair as the other sucks him into bliss.
The taller jônin's breath becomes increasingly erratic as heat pools in his stomach. "Nrghh Iruka, I'm gonna…" He gasps out, breathless from the euphoria being instilled upon him by the Chûnin's talented tongue.
Iruka glances up, humming happily, coaxing Genma over the edge. As hot fluid begins to flow, the agile teacher quickly removes his mouth from the spasming member, freeing the squirting cock from its wet hold. White cum sprays into the air, coating pots and pans and legs and arms, and lining crumpled green jônin pants with snow colored sticky lines.
"Tsk-tsk Genma-kun..." Iruka's tongue clicking in a scolding manner as he brings one of his bronze muscular legs along the paler nin's heaving sides. Swinging his leg across Genma's lap, he straddles the panting jônin, his own tanned cock waving suggestively.
"You know...those were my favorite pants," he adds, forcing his tip between Genma's lips. Moaning the jônin meets his member with a playful flick of his tongue.
Pushing himself further in, Iruka moans again as the playful tongue moves to tease his tan slit. He pauses, allowing the jônin to suck on him like his beloved senbon.
Hands braced against the wall, chocolate eyes peer into hazy honey ones, saturated with deep carnal glow and Iruka growls.
"Do you want me to fuck you Genma?" he asks, slowly easing his generous length down the jônins throat, eyes closing as Genma slowly swallows, kneading his cock with his throat.
Rolling his hips forward, he continues, voice of Eros himself, "Do you want my thick cock in your tight ass?"
Genma moans around his cock, the back of his throat vibrating as his mummers in confirmation.
Pulling out of the moist cavern, Iruka lowers himself, coming to rest between the jônin's knees. He leans forward, accidently brushing their cocks together, provoking moans.
"Please Sensei" Genma begs, not caring how desperate and needy he sounds.
Bringing swollen lips to the jônin's ear, Iruka exhales deeply, stuffing three fingers deep into Genma's mouth and ordering: "Then suck."
Oh gods. Genma inwardly moans, eagerly sucking the teacher's fingers. Teasing each one with his tounge.
Satisfied, Iruka moves his newly lubed digits down between the bound man's legs and gently pushing a wet digit in as he kisses Genma hard on the lips. Tongues clash and Iruka slides a second, then a third in, pausing as the tight hole clenches.
"Mmm Genma, you're so tight." He mummers, kissing over to the jônin's neck.
Sucking on a sweet spot, Iruka wiggles his fingers around, stretching Genma's tight hot hole, searching for his pleasure spot.
Gods I wonder if I'll fit…
A smile flickers across the teachers face as he hits Genma's prostrate head on, causing the loud mouth jônin to moan his name. Iruka continues stretching the jônin, pushing and teasing his prostrate until the jônin is a moaning, writing, hogtied mess.
Removing his fingers, Iruka slips his hands behind Genma's back. Maneuvering the bound hands, he latches the chakra infused rope to a nail above the jônins head, pinning him to the wall with his arms in the air.
"I'll fuck you baby, but I'm not untying you. Naughty boys need to be punished, and you'll stay tied up as I fuck you into the floor."
Genma groans, pre-cum squirting out, as Iruka ducks under his knees and slips the jônin's bound legs down around his tan waist. Leaning forward, he pushing the flexible jônin's knees to his shoulders and lines himself up.
Genma moans in anticipation.
Iruka smirks, deciding to tease the needy jônin, and playfully slides his large cock up and down the jônin's exposed backside, the tip teasing his hole.
"P-Please Iruka."Genma begs, quivering.
Unable to hold back any longer Iruka abandons his teasing and relines his spit slicked erection to Genma's enterance. Gruning the jônin's name, Iruka pushes in slowly, sheathing himself inch by inch until fully seated inside in the quivering heat.
Both men moan.
"Ah, Genma. So. Tight." Iruka graons, forcing himself to still so his lover can adjust to his gracious length.
After a minute Genma rolls his hips experimentally, groaning at the full sensation. "Move Umino," he hisses, shoving himself down onto Iruka's cock.
Iruka grunts as he starts sliding himself in and out of the devilishly tight hole. Rubbing his hands up and down the muscular body, Iruka speeds up his thrusts, Genma groaning in time as the teacher moves in and out of him.
"Gods Iruka" Genma moans, eyes closed taken with pleasure.
Iruka grins taking panting lips in his. Sucking on Genma's bottom lip he runs his hands down to his member and begins stroking in time with his trusts.
"F-Faster." Genma pleads, tugging on his restraints, desperately wanting to pull the Chûnin's hips into him.
Lifting Genma's hips, Iruka speeds up and aims down, hitting the jônin's prostrate hard.
"Ah! More!" Genma screams.
Breathing speeds up, sweat begins to pour. Bodies start to tingle. Iruka pounds furiously into the tied man, driving him into the floor. Stroking him hard, Iruka smirks, realizing Genma's nearing release.
"Come on Genma, cum for me." Iruka whispers, angling Genma's hips just right. He drives deeper nudging his lover's prostrate with every grind, causing the jônin to see stars. As Genma's eyes close, his vision whiting out, Iruka sneaks something out from behind the mewling jônin.
Fuck fuck fuck, so close –Genma moans inwardly, outwardly gasping for breath. Body hovering on the edge of eutrophic release.
"Irrruu—" The jônin starts, reaching his peak –"kkk-aaffth" The gags suddenly stuffed back into his mouth. Honey eyes shoot open, glimpsing a devilish looking Iruka in the eye.
Iruka pants, slipping a black cock ring over the throbbing cock. Genma's eyes widen farther.
"Remember this? Last time it was on me…"
The fuck? -Genma gapes.
"You don't really think I'd let you cum did you?" Iruka nuzzles into the jônin's shoulder, rolling his hips deep, "After all the naughty things you've done?"
Iruka snickers as Genma moans. Lowering his hand he grips Genma's hips and grinds animialisicly into him. Sending Genma into a series of pleasure filled cries.
Thrusting extra hard in time with his words Iruka hisses "Masturbating in my shower, ruining my favorite pair of pants, calling me a slut to the Hokage."
WHAT? Genma inwardly screams. Oh shit was he in trouble.
Genma's eye widen fear, the gag muffling colorful curses as he teeters on the edge pleasure becoming painful as Iruka continues to nail his bundle of nerves. His cock swells desperately around the ring. Shivers turn into shakes –his body overloading not able to release. Tears streak down flushed cheeks.
"FUCK" Genma cries through the gag, grasping the shelf and furiously thrusting himself down onto the grinding Chûnin, futilely trying to push his convulsing body over the edge.
Iruka's body lights up as sweet fire flows through his nerves. Vision beginning to white, Iruka digs his hands into trembling hips, grinding harder and deeper into the gasping jônin. Iruka screams as stars burst across his vision, body spasming in release. Jerking forward Iruka fills the moaning jônin.
Panting Iruka sets back, closing his eyes as the lingering pleasure waves wash through his system. His hand runs absent mindedly over his electrified body.
Genma still teetering on the edge, thrashes wildly about, trying to free himself and get his hands on the Chûnin.
Coming down off his high, Iruka slides on his pants, turning an amused eye at the desperate sight.
"Who's the slut now Shiranui?" He laughs, snatches the rest of his clothes, and saunters out, closing the door behind him, leaving a vehemently cursing half-naked jônin yelling for help in the pantry.
"UMINO! THIS IS WAR!"
End Notes: whew, *wipes brow*, its gettin' hot in here...
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