The Briar Rose

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

Author's Note: Hayate gets over his urge to punch Genma in the teeth. Mostly by punching him in the teeth until it passes. More slightly startling goodness ensues, but the real smut will be chapter five. Who knew this would get so long...

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

"No." Hayate hauled off and punched Genma in the head, again. "Bastard."

Ignoring the fact that the side of his face would start to swell in a few minutes, Genma purred and stretched. "Aww, I'm so unloved." He leaned back, dramatically draping himself against the tree.

Hayate just glared for a long moment. He started several sentences, but failed to progress past the first syllable. "You-- But-- I-- Fuck--" The glare bled away into confused annoyance. "Idiot. Bastard idiot."

Genma started to laugh but was cut off as Hayate kissed him. It wasn't one of the violently lusty kisses that Hayate favoured when stopping Genma's senseless chatter, but a gentle one -- passionate and loving. Taken completely by surprise, Genma smacked his head on the tree and bit his own tongue.

"Ow." There might have been a further protest, but Hayate refused to let go of Genma's face.

"Unloved, my ass. I love you." He brushed Genma's hair back and gazed down at what was unquestionably the sexiest shinobi in the entire village. "Stupid bastard," he sighed, wholly smitten.

Genma smiled up at the sickly swordsman. "You say the sweetest things, love."

"Doubly stupid bastard." Hayate just sort of poked his lover in the chest, having already gotten most of the punching out of his system. "Didn't we come out here for a reason?"

"I'm sure we did. I seem to have forgotten what it was, being a doubly stupid bastard and all..." A smirk crawled across Genma's face as he failed to maintain an innocent expression.

"Here's your reminder." Hayate looked positively wicked as he pulled Genma's hand into his lap. The assassin took a deep, calming breath, and then matched his lover's wicked smile, letting his fingers play across the tight cloth. It was an extremely pleasing reminder that Hayate actually wore rather loose pants.

"Wearing too much," Genma complained, looking just like the sex object he was to everyone but his friends.

Grabbing the belt of Genma's yukata, Hayate stood up, taking it with him. The cloth fell open to reveal hints of Genma's lithe, sleek body, and he shrugged his shoulders as he sat forward, letting the yukata fall softly to the ground. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of Hayate's pants, Genma smiled up at the thin swordsman towering impatiently over him. He rubbed his cheek along the line of Hayate's cock where it weighed against the fabric. Hayate's fingers gripped Genma's shoulders tightly as he struggled to keep his balance.

Moaning quietly, Hayate started yet another sentence he would never finish. "Genma... I--" He cut himself off, panting and whining desperately as Genma mouthed his cock through the fabric of his pants. There were times, he noted once again, when it would be brilliantly satisfying to kick Genma soundly. Unfortunately, the things that inspired these thoughts usually made kicking a bad idea. Kicking the man whose teeth were in contact with your pants was usually a bad idea.

Genma leaned back just a bit and yanked Hayate's pants and undershorts off in one swift pull. He caught his lover's exposed cock in his mouth as it recoiled toward his face. Hayate yelped in surprise and squealed repeatedly as he tried to recover from the sudden chill and the more shocking sudden warmth. He clutched Genma's shoulder in one hand and covered his mouth with the other as he leaned forward, coughing. And Genma, exquisitely pornographic creature that he was, sucked in time to the coughs. It took quite some time for Hayate to catch his breath.

"Oh, Genma..." A groan rose from deep in the swordsman's chest. "So good..."

The suction lessened as Genma's lips twisted into a half-smile, but he made up for it admirably, purring and chuckling in the back of his throat. Hayate's legs nearly failed him, but he recovered well enough when his hips twisted of their own volition, nearly choking the charming bastard with (thankfully) no gag reflex and a mouthful of cock. Genma could feel his own body responding to Hayate's enthusiasm. One of the very few things that actually turned him on -- that honestly filled him with a nearly uncontrollable lust -- was being enjoyed. Other people's displays of desire were his favourite things -- especially when the other person was Hayate.

"Genma -- nngh..." Hayate struggled to get the words out. "Please... stop."

Genma froze, perfectly still -- a stone image of himself. He closed his eyes to hide a slightly regretful look as Hayate's cock slid out of his mouth.

Hayate stood, panting, for a long moment as he collected his thoughts. "I don't want to come like this. I don't want to just use you -- I mean, it's nice. I like it when you suck me --" He blushed, but Genma still wasn't watching. "-- I don't mean to say I don't enjoy it. But... I..." He trailed off, again.

Genma waited, silent and patient. Hayate would get to the point, eventually. He usually did. And when he did, it would probably take every ounce of Genma's intestinal fortitude not to just come all over himself. Hayate rarely asked for anything, and when he did, they were brilliant ideas. Admittedly, he'd gotten one of those brilliant ideas from Raidou, but that was just that once.

Stepping out of his pants, Hayate knelt across Genma's lap. "I think I'm still wearing more than you are. You should fix that."

While that was still an awfully sexy offer, even after the last two years of listening to Hayate learning to say it without stuttering, it was clearly not the sentence he'd meant to say. The small swordsman was still working his way up to that sentence. Genma reached out and carefully stripped Hayate's vest and shirt off him, one piece at a time. He traced a finger down the centre of Hayate's bare chest.

"Fixed." Genma smiled softly.

"I just-- I want--" Hayate leaned close, wrapping his arms around Genma, and placed his lips beside the assassin's ear. "Not quick and dirty, this time. That's good, but... Genma, make love to me."