Beautiful Dreamer

A/N: Hehehe! I’m back with a new chapter. There are a few things I want to say:

1) Don’t kill me.
2) I want you to review, and tell me who out of the three characters in the chapter is the biggest freak.
3) I lover you guys for reading it!

Chapter 4: Freak

“Too bad I won’t remember this.”

“Indeed.” Kakashi shrugged off his vest. The next thing to come off was his shirt, which Genma shoved over his head, but didn’t pull all the way off. His hands were trapped in the sleeves, and he found himself pushed until the skin of his back touched leather. Almost instantly, he felt Genma’s mouth on his. The smaller man was pressing his entire body down on him as he held him there. In a way, Kakashi felt rather helpless. In another, it was liberating. He didn’t feel obliged to do anything, since he was being forced to lie there.

Force. Genma seemed to like using it. This was the second time that he was restrained. The comment about being tied up rose in his mind. Was Genma serious about that? He pushed that question aside when the other man’s mouth moved down his chin to his neck, biting and sucking hard at the skin there, certainly leaving marks. Kakashi didn’t much care. His mask and shirt would hide any evidence. The front of his pants suddenly came unfastened, even though Genma had barely even touched them. He blinked in surprise as a cool hand slid past the waistband of his pants, into his underwear, to stroke the skin of his hips.

“Nice,” Genma’s voice was a growl before his exceedingly talented mouth began paying rather vigorous attention to Kakashi’s left nipple. Kakashi thought that he was very glad that Genma had an oral fixation, because damn, did that feel good. Between alternately sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of his chest, Genma’s almost breathless growl said, “You taste good…like…almonds…” The fingers of Genma’s hand brushed over the beginnings of what promised to be a very stiff—

Fingers snapped in front of his face, jerking him out of his memories. “What?” Kakashi blinked. They were still sitting at Genma’s kitchen table. The shorter man was looking rather annoyed with him. “Oh…sorry. I kind of zoned out.” He turned his cup around on the table, watching the tea swirl around in the bottom. “What were you saying?”

Genma frowned. “Nothing. You just looked like you were gonna face-plant into your omelet.” After being assured that Kakashi was fully awake, Genma took up his chopsticks again. Stuffing a piece of egg into his mouth, he asked, “What’s your deal? She must have been something, right?” Suddenly, Kakashi wished he had his mask on. He was pretty sure that he would give himself away without it. He just nodded. “Blonde?”

“Brunette.”

Genma nodded. “Yeah…those can be good. Looks like she was a little rough on you, though.” He gestured to the marks on Kakashi’s neck. “A couple of those look like they might scab over.” Kakashi was finding it more and more difficult to keep his composure. He was discussing the sex he’d had with the person he’d had it with…but it was more like he was lying. The entire situation made him feel like a heel. Sure, he’d been provoked. But Genma had not been in his right mind, so he should have stopped him. But he hadn’t.

“I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so, Hatake. But if you need, there’s a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom.” Genma turned back to his eggs. Kakashi felt more awkward than he ever had before in his entire life. He sipped his tea, and thought of how on earth he was going to accomplish his mission if every time Genma fell asleep, he ended up getting molested instead of watching the man molesting others. It was unlikely that this was going to last only one week. Every so often, he caught himself touching that mark on his neck. He was pretty sure it was going to scar.

Funny how he thought it would be a simple matter of lying by omission, yet he found that he didn’t want to lie about it. Kakashi wanted to tell Genma what had happened. He wanted to, because just like the sleeping man had said, he really had liked it. He’d wanted it. And he’d had to bite his own lips until they bled to keep from screaming Genma’s name so loud that he’d get evicted. He didn’t like the way he felt. It was the last thing in the world he wanted to feel. Up until the previous night, he hadn’t cared one bit about what Genma thought of him.

Now…he cared probably a bit too much.

Dully, Kakashi asked, “What’s the plan today, Genma?” He got a short, strange look from the other man before he was told that Genma had paperwork to do in the missions office. It took a lot for Kakashi not to wince. The missions office meant that they would have to deal with the holy terror that was Umino Iruka. That man had it in for Kakashi in the worst way, and was in some respects worse than Morino Ibiki. He distinctly remembered an incident less than a month prior that had left him with nightmares.

Iruka walked into Kakashi’s apartment as if he owned the place. It wasn’t a very large room. In fact, it was actually rather small. He didn’t even have his own bathroom. So when the Chuunin strode in, hands on his hips in that posture only a teacher could achieve, Kakashi knew he was in trouble. “Hatake-san…” Iruka’s voice was just as dark as his face, which looked like a thunderhead. “I have just been to see Naruto.”

There was an unbelievable amount of killing intent around the young teacher, and Kakashi pursed his lips behind his mask. He was probably going to have to be very careful. Not that he couldn’t handle anything that Iruka dished out, but there was always the chance that he could be surprised. The man wasn’t a pushover, so he would need to take care in where he stepped, so to speak. “And?” He managed a decently cool tone. That was good.

All emotion left Iruka’s face, his expression flattening so that he was about as easy to read as Naruto’s handwriting. “…’and’, he says…” Was it a good sign for a person to be blasting more killing intent than Orochimaru and talk to themselves while they did it? That would probably be a ‘no’. Iruka walked across the short room to loom over him. Kakashi leaned back on his little couch, studying what little expression there was on the other man’s face. A muscle under his left eye twitched only slightly. That was the only indication of the emotions raging inside the intruder. “And…Hatake-san…it seems that Naruto is going to burn himself out. What in the Hokage’s name are you doing to him?” Dark brown eyes were now level with his, Iruka having leaned down into his face.

Kakashi nearly sighed. “Sake?”

“Excuse me?” Iruka blinked, obviously confused.

“You need to relax, kid.” Kakashi smiled widely as the dark-haired Chuunin blinked rapidly. “If you insist upon talking about Naruto, you can do it while we have a drink. Okay?” Iurka looked suspicious. This guy really, really needed to relax. When was the last time he got laid? Then Kakashi thought for a long moment. It was Iruka. On second thought, he might be a sexually-repressed virgin boy. Kinda reminded Kakashi of how he was before he was forced to relax. Of course, that nearly ruined all sexual experience for him. Anko had that effect on people.

They had come to a tentative truce after that. Of course, it didn’t last. The week before, he’d seen Iruka, and to be honest, he was pretty sure that the kunai he’d nearly taken to his knee was the Chuunin’s doing. He just couldn’t prove it. “Do we have to go to the missions office?”

Genma gave him a blank look. “You’re not actually still scared of Iruka, are you?”

Kakashi growled, “I’m not scared of him. He just has a grudge.”

Flipping a senbon into his mouth like a toothpick, Genma smirked. “Hey, I understand. He can be a little…crazy when it comes to that kid.” After putting his feet up on the table, he leaned back in his chair, two of its legs lifting off of the floor. “Of course…you never know. He might have the hots for you or something.” Kakashi laughed at that. There was no way in Hell that Umino Iruka was attracted to him. And even if he were, Kakashi would never contemplate taking advantage of that. He could just see it. Iruka nagging him past the limits of his sanity while all he wanted was to read his book.

Yeah. That would be a relationship made in Hell.

--

Genma watched with a flat expression as Iruka wiped tears from his eyes. The dark-skinned man was clutching the edge of the missions table to keep from falling over. “Fuck, Iruka, it isn’t that funny.” He frowned, and tossed his senbon into the rubbish bin. With a practiced movement, he opened the flip top of his senbon case, shook another one out the way Asuma did his cigarettes, and tossed it into his mouth.

“I beg to differ, my dear Genma. This is very, very funny. Though I never expected you to be such a slut!” Genma grunted. He was not a slut. The last time he’d had sex before all this started was about eight months earlier. Then again, look who was talking…

Clearing his throat, Genma placed both hands on the table top, leaning down into Iruka’s personal bubble. In a very soft, very secret tone, Genma asked, “Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” Iruka turned red from his hairline to the neck of his shirt. His eyes flicked from Genma’s face to over the Special Jounin’s left shoulder, where Kakashi stood. “Ah…” He said, glancing over his shoulder at Kakashi, who was looking generally smug in spite of his mask covering his face. Turning back to Iruka, he said, “Now, you see…I don’t think Kakashi swings that way.”

In a voice that was both low and dangerous, Iruka growled, “What do you want?” Good. So he understood the concept of blackmail. If he didn’t do as he wanted, Genma would let Kakashi know for certain—not that he hadn’t already hinted at it, but Iruka didn’t know that—about his little…fascination. Genma smiled wickedly, and Iruka flinched.

“I want you to help us.”

“Help you?” Iruka’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, ‘help’ you?”

Leaning down a bit further, coming within mere centimeters of Iruka’s face, Genma hoped that using the other man’s sexuality against him might tip the balance in his favor. “I need you to stay with us. Since someone—“ he made a slight motion with his hand toward where Kakashi was standing, “—can’t seem to keep his dick to himself, I need someone with a level head around.” If he had thought Iruka was as red as he could get, then he’d been wrong. At the mention of Kakashi’s inability to remain celibate, the blush on Iruka’s face doubled.

“F-fine…” Iruka was now gripping the table with white-knuckled fingers. “But you’re coming over to my place. You’ve only got a one-bedroom. I’ve got two, and since Izumo moved out, there’s room to spare.” Genma smiled again, putting every bit of sinful amusement he possessed into that one expression.

Lowering his voice, allowing it to drop into a growl that he thought sounded threatening—but that anyone else in their right mind knew was the sexiest thing they’d heard in their lives—Genma said, “See you tonight.” All Iruka could do was nod. Genma chuckled, and continued to do so as he and Kakashi walked out of the missions office.

“You been taking lessons with Anko, have you?” The question came from his right, and he turned his head to see one dark, very curious eye looking him over. Genma laughed.

He stopped, just under a large sycamore, and turned. “Anko isn’t the only one that has the ability to be persuasive, Hatake.”

The one silvery brow that was visible to him rose in sarcastic expression. “That’s not persuasion. That’s torture. Did you see the wood he was sporting?” Genma blinked. Wood? Oh, shit—an erection? Iruka had…fuck. That thought process must have been going across his face, as well, because Kakashi started laughing at him. “Come on, Genma. Tell me that you saw it.” When he didn’t, Kakashi’s eyes widened. “Shit. You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

Genma snorted. “Fuck you, Hatake.”

“Back at ya,” Kakashi said, making a rude gesture. Genma laughed.

“Whatever. Let’s get going.” He started walking, and after a few seconds, Kakashi caught up. “I’m bored. Wanna go fuck around for a while at the pub?”

After a short silence, Kakashi nodded, and they steered to the south, to what was jokingly called the ‘safest bar in all Konoha’, because unlike most of the others, more Jounin and ANBU went there to drink than any other. Genma pushed the noren aside, treading on well-worn wooden planks to get to his usual table. It was located in the back, and was screened from the door, bar, and most other tables by a carved wooden blind.

He liked sitting there because it allowed him to observe others without being observed himself. Sliding into his usual chair, he threw a senbon through the blind, and in less than ten seconds, a busty blonde woman came to the table, carrying his senbon and two bottles of sake. “Shiranui-san,” Ayako said in her low, sexy voice, “so nice to see you again.” Kakashi was sitting in a very relaxed position, already reading his book. Ayako’s green eyes regarded him with disdain. “And you, Hatake-san.” Kakashi just grunted.

Ayako placed both bottles and cups on the table and left. Genma frowned, wondering what the bastard had done.

--

Kakashi pretended to read, and left the sake alone for the time being. Genma, on the other hand, was throwing the stuff back as if it was water, and he had run for days in the desert. He’d also begun talking.

“…I mean…I’m getting really pissed…all this fucking, and I don’t even remember it!” Genma was leaning heavily on his right hand, which was pressed into his cheek, holding up his face. “Wha—(hic)—what would you do, ‘Kashi? If it was you?” Kakashi thought for a long moment. What if he were off screwing everything with two legs and tits? He supposed it depended upon how he felt in the morning. Would he feel content, and not know why? Or would he be sick with anxiety, and be without the necessary understanding? He related this to Genma.

Instead of continuing that conversation, Genma provided the greatest display of Attention Deficit Disorder that Kakashi had ever seen. He changed the subject completely. “You ever kiss a guy?”

Kakashi blinked. “Excuse me?”

Genma threw back another cup of sake, and smiled dopily. “Y’ ‘eard me. I said, did ya ever kiss a guy. A man.” The dark-haired man was now leaning across the table, slightly. It had been a long time since Kakashi had seen anyone this drunk on so little sake. Maybe it was another effect of the love potion?

Shoving those thoughts aside, he said, “Yes, I heard you. I was just wondering what brought that line of thought on. Only a moment ago, you were talking about what if it were me in your position, and now you’re questioning my sexuality. What made you ask that?” He watched Genma’s face. There was nothing there but for the expression of the drink.

Then, his whole face changed. His eyes relaxed, and he wet his lips with a flash of his tongue. “’Cause I’m getting this…powerful urge right now. Dunno why…but I’m wanting to kiss you.” Kakashi thought it must be the potion. He was going to have to make a note of that. Genma was staring at him now. “Can I?” Oh, shit. The sound of Genma’s chair scraping across the floor was so loud as he scooted himself around the table to sit next to him. Genma leaned closer, and Kakashi could smell the sake on his breath. “Can I kiss you?”

One of Genma’s hands came up, a finger stroking at the edge of his mask, and Kakashi was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. It was like last night all over again. Something about Genma woke up the little sexual demon in your head, and handed control over to it completely. He was sure that was how it had gone with the women, too. But he wasn’t entirely sure that’s all it was. The other man was closer now, his lips not far from Kakashi’s face. Something was prodding him, pushing him into this. But at the moment, all he really cared about was that it felt good.

So he checked for other customers, of which there were none, and then looked for the waitress. She was nowhere to be found. An evil smirk came over his face beneath his mask. Faster than most people could see, he yanked down his own mask and pulled Genma close. “Tease,” he said lowly just before he brought their lips together. The taste of sake invaded his mouth when Genma forced his way in, hands grabbing onto Kakashi’s vest and pressing them together. Teeth nipped at his lip in a now-familiar dance, and Kakashi knew what was coming next. He had to stop that before it happened.

Lips slid down his chin, to his neck, heading for that spot which was already so well abused. “Genma, st—“ Too late. Teeth bit down, heedless of the mask fabric. Kakashi’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Ohhhh…shit…” It hurt, but damn…it felt good. He was having flashbacks to the night before. The next thing he knew, he had Genma in his lap, the drunken man grinding down onto his lap and covering Kakashi’s mouth with a hand to keep his moans from being too loud.

“Quiet ‘Kashi…” Genma whispered, “…I know it feels good…but…quiet…” Arms wrapped around his neck, then he felt Genma grab the back of his chair, gaining leverage to grind against him harder. Spikes of pleasure shot through him, and he tried very hard not to cry out, succeeding only by biting at his own lips. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he saw Genma smiling wickedly at him. The other man’s smoldering gaze burned into him, and Kakashi was coming very close to flying apart at the seams. “Aaaah…” Genma groaned lowly, “’Kashi…I’m gonna…so close…”

A sudden thought occurred to him. It would not be very smart to complete this little…tryst in the bar. He could feel his own release, and it was going to be just as violently loud as it had been the night before. Kakashi didn’t want the waitress to come out of the back and see them like this. He grabbed Genma’s hips, stilling them. The glare he got was less than pleased. “We…” he panted, “Should get somewhere private…”

Genma smirked evilly. After giving a little lick at Kakashi’s nose, he said, “You just want to have your wicked way with me,” and attempted a hard grind once again.

“Tempting…” Kakashi murmured, tossing more money than was needed onto the table before forming the seal that would transport both of them to his little apartment. The world went by in a blur of colors and wind, and finally, the two of them were seated on the floor of Kakashi’s apartment. “Now…I believe we were about…” he let go of Genma, and allowed the man to continue his movement. The pleasure began again, building up higher and higher. “…ahhh…right about…there…”

Falling back on his elbows, he just let it all wash over him. Genma was saying something. “Gods…so good…I want you…”

Kakashi, whose head had fallen back in the midst of the pleasurable sensations he was feeling, looked up at the man straddling his lap. Genma licked his lips and grasped the cloth of his mask, bringing Kakashi’s face up to his. Their lips met roughly, and the other man removed his hitai-ate and threw it across the room. “Genma…”

“Hmm?” They spoke between kisses, as they tried to take breaths. Genma was still rocking his hips against his, and Kakashi was pretty sure he was going to go nuts.

“Quit teasing…”

Genma smiled against his mouth before he invaded Kakashi’s lips again, finding every little crevice and causing him to moan loudly. He pulled away, licking at Kakashi’s mouth. “What? You want more?” This question was punctuated by one hard downward motion of his hips.

“Gyahhh! Yes…more…”

The shorter man smirked, and leaned down to his ear, saying in that low, deadly voice, “You want…what?” Why did he always have to say what he wanted? Was it some kind of power struggle with this guy? Both asleep and awake, he seemed to need to be in control. Genma’s mouth on his ear made his mind go hazy. Light sucking and a hard bite made him cry out. “Tell me…what do you want? Do you want me to touch you…or would you like me to—“ one hard suck on his earlobe drew a loud moan from his throat, “—suck you? I could even do something a little more than that…would you like that?”

Kakashi tried to speak, but all that came out was a moan. He couldn’t control himself any more than he could control Genma. He knew that this kind of pleasure was the kind that he wasn’t supposed to feel, so it was better than it should be, but damn if he didn’t want it anyway. Genma’s hips suddenly ground down harder, and he bit on that sensitive spot on Kakashi’s neck. “Gen…oh, Gods…shit…” He felt a sudden, almost painful tightening in the base of his stomach, and then…

Genma’s hands tangled in his hair, his voice came in that low growl, “Come…come for me, Kakashi…” Those words sent him over the edge, as if they drew his climax out of him. He cried out, and Genma’s body jerked an instant later with his release. They leaned against one another, Genma running his fingers through Kakashi’s hair, and Kakashi simply laying his face on Genma’s chest. After a long time, Genma sighed. “That…”

Kakashi looked up at Genma. The man’s eyes were still glazed. “It was good.” A statement of simple fact, which seemed to bring Genma back to reality a little.

“What does this mean?” The man in his lap was looking curiously down into his face.

The only thing he could say was the truth. “Whatever you want it to.” Genma looked confused. “If you want it to mean that you finally performed a sexual act while conscious, then so be it. But if you would like it to mean more than that, I don’t mind.” Kakashi saw the other man thinking fast. He thought that the slightly panicked look on the guy’s face was kinda cute. “Hey…don’t think about it right now. You’re kinda drunk.”

“Hehe. So I am. You got pants?”

--

Iruka was seated on the floor, his back against the couch. Genma watched him from where he lay on the floor. The younger nin was glaring at Kakashi. It was disgusting. How could he just sit there and pretend that he didn’t want to screw the guy’s brains out? He turned his face back to stare at the pristine white ceiling of Iruka’s apartment as Kakashi went to the kitchen to raid Iruka’s refrigerator. Morons. Yep.

Of course, how much better was he? He’d had a little sake in him, and he’d jumped Kakashi like a horny school-boy on his first date. What should he make of it? And what would Iruka say? That made him snort to himself. At that very moment, Genma couldn’t give a flying fuck what Iruka thought. He needed to figure out his own feelings on the matter. It had felt…incredible. It had been years since he’d had an orgasm like that. And just the way he’d had Kakashi so…submissive was the biggest turn-on ever. For a minute or two, Genma tried to find a down side to what they’d done. Finding none, he also found no reason why they couldn’t repeat that incident.

“What the fuck are you smirking for, Genma?” Iruka growled irritably from his seat to his right.

“Nothing.” He continued to smirk up at the textured stucco. Soon after his statement, Iruka shuffled on his knees over to where Genma lay, leaning down over him.

“Bullshit. What’s funny?” The little crease between Iruka’s eyebrows was deepening. That was never a good sign. He was really starting to get annoyed. Genma toyed with the idea of telling him what had happened while he’d been drunk. It would certainly crush the bastard’s fantasies. But he wasn’t that cruel.

Instead, he shook his head. “You’re acting like a little girl, Iruka.” The man blushed to his ears. “I think you need to stop this shit and just do what your body wants you to.” Or…he was much more cruel than that. “If you wanna jump his bones, jump ‘em. I won’t stop you.” Strike that. He was excessively cruel. Iruka would never in a million years come on to Kakashi. That was okay. This was just torture.

Just then, Kakashi came in from the kitchen with an armload of snack food. “Oi…should I leave you two alone?” Iruka jumped back, sputtering obscenities. “Oh, now, what language for a teacher…” Kakashi’s visible eye held a sly look that Iruka certainly missed, because his tirade continued. The taller man simply plunked down on the couch again, leaning on one arm and putting his feet up on the opposite one. His body stretched out, and without his vest, it was possible to see how slender he really was. A very little bit of skin was visible where his shirt had ridden up, and Genma smiled. Kakashi glanced over at him, and he saw a small spark in that dark eye that made him bite his lip.

Oh, yeah, he thought, I’m definitely repeating that…

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Genma was in the shower, and Kakashi sat at the kitchen table with Iruka. “So…you watched the potion take effect?” A nod from the Copy-nin. “What was he like after that?”

Iruka watched as Kakashi’s hand strayed distractedly to his neck. The silvery-haired man said, “Forceful.” Oh, shit. Iruka blinked. Genma forced himself onto Kakashi in his sleep? Even if he was in the grip of some drug, Iruka found it difficult to believe that Genma was capable of such a thing. For one, Kakashi was the famous Copy-nin…and for another, Genma was not that kind of person! But apparently, somewhere deep down, the guy was a complete and total freak. “Hope you’re wearing your chastity belt, Umino.”

Blinking, Iruka stuttered, “Wh-what did y-you say?”

The taller man leaned across the table, his one visible eyebrow rising. “No one’s safe when he’s asleep. Not even you, my friend.” Something in Iruka’s stomach tightened. Genma would never…but then again, he hadn’t thought Genma would coerce Hatake Kakashi into sex. “But,” the masked man said with an amused sigh, “at least you’ll enjoy it.”

Iruka was confused. He leaned back heavily in his chair. “But…you said—“

Kakashi held up a hand to silence him, then reached under the collar of his shirt, pulling up the bottom corner of his mask. Iruka gasped. “What the hell did he do to you?” Instinctively, Iruka reached out to the wound, a look of concern on his face. He’d had to heal some minor cuts and scrapes that the children had at the academy, and this was verging on mildly serious. The concentric rings of bite-marks were not very far from the jugular vein, and it would be best to close up the scabbed-over portions.

As he traced the rings of marks with his index finger, he forced chakra into the skin. The wound began to heal, and Kakashi gave a small shiver before answering him. “He didn’t do anything wrong.” At a questioning look from Iruka, Kakashi tipped his head to one side slightly. “I liked it.” Dark brown eyes widened, staring at the man speaking. “Pain…can be good sometimes. It’s a way to affirm that you’re still alive, yes?”

Iruka concentrated on the wound. It wouldn’t do to get wrapped up in thoughts of Kakashi practicing rough, kinky sex with his best friend. Hot as the thought was to him…it was definitely not helping matters. When the skin was no longer broken, but instead held a pink scar in the shape of Genma’s teeth, Iruka removed his hand. “There…that should do.”

Kakashi murmured, “Thank you,” before returning to his original line of discussion. “As I was saying…it’s very difficult to tell him ‘no’. There’s something…primal that he…” Iruka watched Kakashi’s dark eye glaze over, and was amazed when his speech simply stopped. If Genma had this effect on Kakashi, then he supposed that he should be rather frightened. Kakashi was so much stronger than he was, and he couldn’t hold out against whatever was going on with Genma. So…what was he to do?

First, he had to snap Kakashi out of his little sexually deviant fantasies. Snapping his fingers right in front of the man’s face, he said, “Earth to Kakashi-sensei…you in there, or did you fly off to Planet Pervert?”

Kakashi grunted in a somewhat-affronted way. “I’ll have you know that I’m a permanent resident of Planet Pervert.”

Throwing his hands up in irritation, Iruka yelled, “I give up!” after which Kakashi proceeded to chuckle madly for close to five minutes. He only stopped when Genma came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around him. Iruka blinked. Well… he thought as he watched the way the man’s muscles moved, I can certainly see the attraction. The Special Jounin smirked at him for a long moment, and Iruka felt his face heating. Genma was still awake, he knew. If he’d been asleep, either Iruka or Kakashi would already be molested by now. But still…he understood what Kakashi meant about there being a primal energy around him.

It was like a very basic, primitive urge. He’d never been attracted to his best friend, but it was one of those things that now he noticed it, life would never be the same again. Come to think of it, Kurenai had mentioned something like this. Her exact words were, “I never knew he was such a dirty little thing…but now that I do, I won’t be the one to try cleaning him up.” Genma’s fears about Kurenai having done awful things to him were completely unfounded. However, it was apparent that she was very happy with what did happen, which seemed to be some form of sex. She wouldn’t say what kind, no matter how he pestered her, though.

“Sun’s going down.” Genma said from where he bent down, scrounging for clothing in his bag. “You boys ready?” Iruka saw Kakashi nod, and he himself did the same, trying not to seem as nervous as he was. Getting up from his chair, he moved to the kitchen to prepare Genma’s sedative. From three canisters, he pulled herb leaves, and tossed them into a mortar on the counter. Taking up the pestle, he ground them down until they were a fine powder. Kakashi put the kettle on. Genma sat at the table, waiting. “Iruka,” Genma said quietly, “If I do anything…to hurt you…so I can get out of here, I’m sorry.”

Iruka looked askance at Kakashi. It was obvious from the way the man’s shoulders were hunched that he had not told Genma about what happened between them. Eyes narrowing, he sent a searing glare Kakashi’s way. That glare said, “That’s not right, and you know it.” And it wasn’t! Honestly, he thought that under the outer shell of perversion and tardiness, there had to be a mature man, but perhaps he was wrong. Kakashi shrugged, a helpless look in that one eye.

The kettle whistled. Kakashi waited until Iruka had dumped the herbs into a shallow bowl, and poured water over them. “Ten minutes, then you can drink it. I’m apologizing for the taste ahead of time. These herbs aren’t the most delicious, and I can’t mix them with other things, otherwise the solution will lose potency.” Genma just nodded. They sat in silence, Iruka nervous, Kakashi inscrutable, and Genma just a mass of anxiety.

After ten minutes, Genma was given the strained solution, and then made to lay on the couch. In seven and three quarter minutes, the herbs had done their work. Genma was asleep. Iruka watched in horror as the potion took effect; blue chakra glowing faintly around Genma’s head. Then, he sat up and opened his eyes, taking in both Iruka and Kakashi. One eyebrow rose and a naughty smile spread over his lips. “Ah. So…what’s the game?”

Iruka didn’t say anything. He just watched as Genma stood, walking toward them. His heart had to be beating faster than he’d ever felt it. The way the man moved was different. He walked languidly, like a feline predator, until he came to stand in front of Kakashi. Genma leaned on the taller man, pressing himself tightly against him. “Hello, lover.” Hazel eyes flickered to Iruka. “Why is he here?”

“Keep an eye on you.” Kakashi grunted before Genma pulled off his hitai-ate and yanked his mask down. Iruka didn’t have time to be shocked by the fact that he’d just seen Hatake Kakashi’s face. He was too surprised by the way Genma was running his tongue over Kakashi’s lips.

Genma smirked as Kakashi let out a little groan. “I didn’t know he was so kinky…” His eyes turned to Iruka again. “You’re going to watch?” Iruka’s mouth fell open, and his knees gave out, landing him on the floor with a hard thump. Genma knelt before him. His voice wouldn’t work. “Do you like that?” Genma’s voice was low, a sultry growl. “Do you like watching…watching other people fuck?” This last was said against Iruka’s mouth. How did he get so close so quickly? A hot, wet tongue flicked over his lips, and Iruka swallowed hard. “Mm. Vanilla.”

“Genma.” The sleeping man looked up at Kakashi, as did Iruka. The Sharingan was spinning, alerting them to his displeasure. “Don’t touch him.”

Nimble fingers walked up Iruka’s thigh. “Why? He’s…” They came to rest on his groin. “Oh. He’s not complaining.”

Kakashi bent down and grasped Genma’s wrists, pulling him upright. “That’s not the point. He’s here because he’s supposed to watch you. Make sure nothing bad happens.” Genma’s face was confused. He asked why. “Because I can’t…I can’t stay objective. I can’t.” Iruka schooled his face to a calm, emotionless mask. Otherwise, he would have shown quite openly the shock he felt at Kakashi’s confession. Well, he supposed it was for the best. He didn’t think things would have worked out well between he and Kakashi. The only thing that he possibly would have stayed in that kind of relationship for would have been the make-up sex. And since he and the Copy-nin fought all the time, there would have been plenty of it.

Genma let himself be pulled. Iruka watched a slow smile spread over the man’s face. “Oh…you’re so sweet, Kakashi. Makes me want to eat you up.” Iruka’s face heated. He slid backward until he came to a stop against the wall, and simply watched. If he had not promised he would do so, Iruka would long since have gone out, or locked himself in his bedroom.

--

Kakashi sighed as Genma’s hands slipped under the hem of his shirt. His skin was quickly heating under that touch, and as hard as he tried, he couldn’t make him stop. It wasn’t long before his shirt was on the floor. Genma stood back, looking over his previous handiwork, which decorated Kakashi’s chest, neck, and shoulders. He frowned at the left side of his neck, where Iruka had healed the bites. “Healed already?”

“Iruka did it.”

Smirking slightly, Genma came close to purring as he said, “Then I guess I’ll have to make new ones.” There was a sharp pain at the back of Kakashi’s neck as he felt his head being pulled backward by a handful of hair. His eyes slid shut as teeth grazed over the skin of his neck; Genma was trying to find a new spot. As he did this, Genma whispered, “You know, Iruka’s watching us…” Kakashi made an acknowledging grunt. “…we could give him a show.” The movement of Genma’s lips against his throat sent shivers up his spine, and caused heat to pool in the base of his stomach.

Kakashi was a pretty private person, but he had to admit that the idea was tempting. “What—“ Genma bit down hard on the right side of his neck, right where it met his shoulder, and he gave a loud moan, “—what kind of show?” Bites of smaller proportions traveled slowly up his neck until Genma whispered in his ear. Kakashi’s eyebrows rose. “You sure about that?”

There was an evil little chuckle from Genma before he said, “I am…unless you don’t want to. Then I suppose I could always just go and find someone else to play with…” Faster than any eye could have seen, Kakashi swept Genma’s legs from beneath him, causing him to fall flat on his back. When he sat on the man’s hips, he got a smile for his trouble and a sarcastic comment. “Aren’t we being a bit possessive?”

It was now Kakashi’s turn to smirk. Leaning down, he started removing the padded armor of Genma’s vest. “Is that a problem? I don’t like sharing.” Genma made a slight pout, but didn’t really protest. The vest fell to the floor as Genma shrugged out of it.

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Iruka was in shock. Wasn’t Kakashi straight? He sure as hell didn’t look it at the moment. After removing Genma’s vest, Kakashi had begun work on the man’s shirt, and then on the tight mesh undershirt. As far as Iruka was concerned, he would have preferred if the sleeveless fishnet shirt had been left on. For some reason, that fabric clung to the hard planes of muscle, doing things to Iruka’s body that he hadn’t experienced since he was in his early teens.

It was like looking at his first porno magazine. There was the initial shock, then curiosity at how on earth he had never noticed how undeniably sexy his best friend was…then curiosity became a keen fascination. Of course, it didn’t take long at all before he was painfully aroused, and embarrassed by it. Sure he was red in the face, he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them to hide his erection.

“Ahhhh…”Kakashi groaned, and Iruka looked up from where his eyes had strayed to the floor in front of him. Genma was seated on the floor, with Kakashi still straddling his lap, a large clump of slivery hair in one hand, tugging the tall man’s head back as he licked and bit his way up a well-muscled chest. Iruka saw Genma smirk, as he looked over at him. There was a malevolent gleam in his eyes, and for some reason, he was a little scared.

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“I think it’s time for the show,” Genma whispered in his ear as he sucked and bit at it, sending shivers through his body. Kakashi wondered where this completely sadistic side of Genma had come from. Not only was he being cruel by making Iruka watch this, he was torturing Kakashi as well. He wasn’t sure if it was the potion in Genma’s system that made it impossible to resist him, or if it was just the man’s personality. Whatever it was, he was unable to control himself when Genma looked at him just the right way.

If it was time for the show, then it was time. Kakashi stood and pulled Genma to his feet. He removed his belt, and used it to strap the other man’s hands together tightly. From the look in his eyes, Genma liked being tied up. A lot. The belt was then tied to the bar behind the couch, with Genma in a seated position on the cushions.

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Iruka ran, sweating, all the way to the bathroom. He slammed and locked the door behind him. Genma was passed out, for real this time, and Kakashi had cleaned him up and put him to bed. Gripping the edges of the free-standing sink, Iruka tried to catch his breath. It wasn’t working. The pain in his groin was so intense that he needed to do something about it. Now. When he turned on the shower, he heard a knock on the door.

“Umino, you okay in there?” Kakashi. His voice sounded a bit amused, but more concerned than anything else.

“I’m fine. Just need to clean up before bed.” His voice sounded much steadier than he felt, which he supposed was good. The last thing he needed was for Kakashi to try coming in to check on him. He tore off his clothes, tossing them to the floor in his haste to get into the shower. The instant the cool air of the room touched his newly freed erection, he groaned. Staggering behind the curtain, he yanked out his ponytail and stood under the warm spray for a long moment.

Iruka picked up the bar of soap, running it over his body, lathering himself up, getting rid of the layer of sweat that had sprung up all over him as he struggled not to touch himself while he watched…the soap strayed lower, then fell to the floor as he let it go. Hands now slick with the moisture-rich soap, he ran one hand over himself, letting the images he had seen flood back into his mind.

Large, pale hands gripped tanned knees, forcing them apart.

Genma’s head fell back, a loud moan ripping from his throat.

Hands slid over sweat-dampened skin.

A wet, red tongue tracing nonsensical patterns over sensitive areas of skin, just before taking the most sensitive of all into a waiting mouth…

Iruka bit his own hand to keep from crying out as he released. “Good Lord…” He sighed, sliding down the shower wall. He needed to find the asshole that did this to his best friend. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t like the change. It was that he feared for his own—and Kakashi’s…poor man—health and sanity.

The entire time he’d been sitting on his living room floor, he had one thought going through his head: Let it be over quickly. But it wasn’t. It had taken a full two hours before Genma had screamed Kakashi’s name, arching up off of the couch and breaking Kakashi’s belt with the force of his flailing. No wonder he’d passed out. Iruka felt as if he were close to it, as well.

When he had regained enough strength to stand, he cleaned off the shower wall and rinsed one more time. He dried quickly, and once he’d scooped up his clothes and thrown them into the hamper, he wrapped a towel around himself and exited the room. Kakashi was seated, wearing a fresh pair of boxer shorts, at his kitchen table.

“You see my problem?” The unmasked man asked, biting his lip. It was amazing how much was revealed, when the black cloth was not blocking his expression.

Iruka nodded. “I do see. Can’t control yourself.”

“You weren’t doing so hot, either.” Kakashi’s face was smug. “Looked like you were going to die of blood rushing to the wrong place.” Iruka would have yelled at him, had Genma not been in the next room. Instead, he just shot him a very evil glare. “Whatever, Umino. What do you think we should do about this? I can’t watch him properly.”

Iruka smirked. “Well. Basic ninja tactics, genius.” He secured his towel a bit better, and seated himself at the table. “What do you do if you don’t know your enemy, or his numbers?”

“Reconnaissance?”

Iruka’s face went blank. “No, Kakashi. Recon only works if you know the enemy’s location. If you know they’re going to attack sooner or later, you lay in wait. An ambush is what we need. And since Genma was the target, he’s the perfect bait.” Kakashi started. “That is, unless you’re not willing to put your boyfriend into a further uncomfortable position…”

A hand shot out, gripping a handful of his hair. The Sharingan was spinning wildly, glaring into his eyes like red fire. “If you plan on doing anything that will hurt him, I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

Iruka swatted the older man’s hand away. “Don’t get your panties in a wad. I’m not proposing that we tie him naked to a tree and see who crawls out of the woodwork. All I’m suggesting is that the two of you make a…spectacle of yourselves.”

Kakashi’s mouth hung open for a moment, then he held his hands up in front of himself. “Ooooh, no. You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not going to have sex in public.”

“Oh, really?” Iruka crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m sure that if the perfect situation presented itself, even you would submit to that obviously freakish side that Genma has.” His smirk deepened. “And I have the perfect place.”

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A/N: My vote for the biggest freak goes to Iruka. Beneath that stiff exterior lies a freaky, kinky little deviant. Honestly, everyone thinks Kakashi’s kinky, but I have a feeling that Iruka would leave him in the dust. Our genius is actually pretty vanilla. Hehe.

Still no smut…at least not really. But don’t worry. That will come (pardon the pun).

^_^