All's Fair...

All's Fair Chapter four
Kakashi walked into the second platoon barracks dressed in bright red shorts with huge blue and white flowers on them, complemented by a plain white wife beater. "Get up you little shits. I have a really special day for you," he yelled while banging his heavy ring off the metal bed post.

Tenzou hoped out of bed in his boxers, "Captain what's going on?"

"We are having a civi day, lieutenant. We are having a war game of Paint ball. What that means for all you newbies is... we wear civilian clothing today. You will be running around all over and getting hit with paint balls. You'll be getting hit with them because you are newbies." Kakashi let out an evil laugh, "If you do not have civilian clothes that will work for this you may wear army issue but it cannot have any symbol of your rank or insignia on it. I don't want to be reminded that I am a soldier today we are all going to have a shit load of fun. Of course I'm still in fucking charge ‘cause I have the biggest fucking balls. You will be working in units and the only safe zone is the mess hall. That is where the dead will be going. The Infirmary is off limits, unless of course you are injured and need attention; if so you will wear a white cloth around your forehead so you don’t get shot. Commissioned Officers will be on their own. From this platoon the units are Shiranui has Hagane, Kamizuki, and Umino. Gekkou has Hyuuga, Rock and Noboru. Sarutobi has Nara, Akimichi, Inuzuka and Aburame, you get the extra member, ‘cause having Inuzuka in your team is like having a handicap. Lieutenant you have 30 minutes to give them the rest of the information they need for today. I expect everyone to be at the sand castle at 10:00 hours." With that he turned and walked from the room.

The group started routing through their foot lockers looking for civilian clothes. Neji had absolutely nothing and settled on his uniform pants and a tan wife-beater which showed off his lean, pale body. Izumo however was digging through his footlocker looking for a certain T-shirt that had for a long time been his favorite, the Greenday t-shirt he'd worn all through high school, Kotetsu's shirt. His fingers slipped into the soft jersey and he pulled it to his nose with a smile. He made Kotetsu wear it every now and then to make sure that his smell was permanently ingrained it the fabric. As he pulled it over his head he turned around, his eyes locking across the bed at the spiky haired raven. He gave a small smile which he was delighted to see was returned. Things were on their way to normal again. He could feel it in his bones. They would be okay eventually. They could go back to their lives together after the war was over.

Adjusting the fabric so that it lightly clung to his chest he picked up his gear and headed for the mess tent.
Kotetsu smiled thinking about his Izumo wearing that shirt. 'Gods he's so sexy, he always looked better in that shirt then I did.' He thought about wearing the shirt he had under his pillow but he didn't want to get it dirty or ruin the smell of it, plus it was ridiculously small on him. 'I'm going to need it while I'm away.' He reached under the pillow and touched the thin fabric. He closed his eyes and imagined the scent for a moment before pulling his hand away to riffle through his footlocker for his second favorite shirt, Izumo had given it to him two Christmases ago, it was a green t-shirt with 'let’s get lit' written across a Christmas tree. He pulled on the tee then slipped into a worn pair of jeans. He snatched up his gear and went off after Izumo to make sure the man ate something this morning.

Genma pulled his shirt on over his head and looked across the room to where Iruka was pulling on his tank top. "Hey Kiddo, wear long sleeves if you can stand it. Those paint balls sting like hell." Grabbing his gear he elbowed Kiba in the ribs on his way out the door. "I'll be looking for you especially, Inuzuka. Better watch your ass."

Kiba gave a loud groan and bemoaned the fact that he'd been singled out as the stooge of the platoon but a sharp look from Shino shut him up quickly as they too got ready to head out the door for breakfast.

Digging back into his trunk, Iruka found his long sleeved white shirt that he'd brought for if there was ever going to be a formal occasion. His dark skin looked good underneath it but in this situation he would stick out like a sore thumb. He was about to put it back when a voice from across the bed startled him. He looked up at Tenzou who was crouching half naked digging into his own foot locker.

"If you don't mind getting it really dirty, rub it down with sand before we start. It should give you enough camouflage for the game."

He should have said something but all Iruka could think about was what a fool he'd made of himself last night. He must've looked crazy. He'd thrown a fit like a child and probably made the lieutenant think that he wasn't cut out for the army. Maybe he wasn't.

Blushing crimson he gave a quick nod before grabbing his gear and pulling the shirt on as he dashed out the door, leaving Tenzou and a few of the stragglers in the barracks.

Tenzou gave a frustrated sigh. 'I thought he was ok with me now... I guess I've ruined my chances for sure.' He sighed again and grabbed a long sleeve light brown shirt and a pair of tan cargo pants. As he pulled his clothes on he called out to the two remaining team leaders "Asuma, Hayate I'll be giving instruction on what you need for today in the mess hall in 10 minutes be there or fend for yourselves." He grabbed his gear and walked down toward the exit stopping to give a pat to Shino's shoulder, "Good luck today Aburame; if anything you can use his dead body as a shield." He gave a playful smile and headed out. Kiba puffed out his chest to call something back to the lieutenant, but Shino's glare caught him. "Shut up Kiba or you’ll be finding spiders in your bed tonight," Shino's deep low voice promised. Kiba turned back and snatched up his gear.

Hayate hurried and got ready. He was rather ticked that once again he was on a different team than the person he wanted to be close to, he quietly shoved his stuff around in his frustration. Their cute little best friend team was always together he always had to watch it from the outside, it wasn't fair and he hated it. He wanted to be part of it so badly; they all seemed to care about each other so much. He had had to watch them all the way through basic, he had even been promoted to corporal because of his efforts to improve and get their attention, but he was still just the Hayate, the guy from over there. He strapped his utility belt on and walked out into the already too hot sun to head to the mess hall. 'Well at least I'll have a week with just him, he'll have to leave his slut boyfriend behind while we do our desert conditioning' a slight smile graced his small thin lips.


Izumo looked down at the plate of pancakes Kotetsu had just placed in front of him and immediately began eating. He knew that there would be no arguing with his dietitian this morning. Still not really sure what he should say he swallowed his mouth full of food and looked up at his best friend. "I'm gonna miss you when you're gone. Do you know exactly when you're leaving?"

"I leave at 06:00 hours tomorrow," Kotetsu groaned, "I don't want to fucking go. It is a bull shit reason." He went quiet for a minute then added in a much quieter and calmer voice, "but I guess if it keeps me out of jail." He didn't say anything else while he ate he just thought about what it all meant. Raidou, the bastard fucking his boyfriend, the asshat, that he had punched and ending up in jail for doing, had lied in his report to get him out of jail; it made no sense.

Sighing, he reached across the table and snagged Kotetsu’s left hand. "Who's going to make me eat while you're gone?" When Kotetsu began to frown he tightened his grip and smiled reassuringly. "I'm just kidding. I'll be okay, as long as you come back to me in one piece." While his face was smiling, his mind was begging, 'Please say you're coming back to me.'

"You’re the only reason I would come back to this insane camp. I should kick Genma right in the fucking balls for talking us into coming here" Kotetsu grumbled but brought the thin hand to his lips to kiss it.

Izumo swooned. This was the loving, romantic man he'd fallen in love with years ago. "I-I'm sure he meant well. I will miss you though. I'm glad we're on the same team today. I always fight better with you beside me." Kotetsu didn't reply but shot a smile that clearly said 'me too'. They both looked down the table to where Genma was teasing Iruka about looking like a school teacher in his pressed white shirt. Iruka smiled good-naturedly and stuffed some more of his breakfast in his mouth. He swiftly began to choke on it when Tenzou sat down a few feet away from him. His face turning blue, he managed to swallow the soft pastry when Genma reached across the table and slapped him on the back, chuckling once Iruka was out of danger.

"I'm not really hungry anymore. I'm gonna go brush my teeth and finish getting ready." He dashed from the tent, not daring to look at the lieutenant as he left.

Tenzou watched Iruka dash away his mouth still open to speak. He snapped his mouth shut and turned back to stare at his plate. 'I'm so getting shot in the first five minutes, Raidou will probably shoot me in the fucking dick before I have a chance to raise my gun. I've got to get my mind off of Iruka; it isn't doing either of us any good. I'll just have to distance myself. Maybe switch bunks with Hayate...' Tenzou mused while he poked at his pancakes cutting them into small pieces with his fork.

"He's not mad you know."

Tenzou looked up at Genma who had slid down the table to sit across from him.

"He's not scared of you either. He's embarrassed. No, embarrassed doesn't quite cut it. Mortified would be more appropriate." Genma chuckled at the look of shock on Tenzou's face. "You two are so ridiculous. Go get a room, get married. For god's sakes just kiss him or something but put this ambiguity behind you!"

"After what I did to him there is no way he wants me to kiss him..."Tenzou tilted his head looking at Genma "is there?" He shook his head again "I know you’re his very close friend but you can't truly think he would be okay with that." Tenzou was beside himself with the ideas Genma's words had sparked "And I really don't think he would want to marry someone like me." He said so distracted he hadn't even realized he had just told Genma that his feelings for Iruka were indeed very strong.

Letting out a long sigh, Genma studied his superior with exasperation. "Wow, you've got it baaaad. Not that I can blame you. You should go talk to him. You'll see. He's probably freaking out because he embarrassed himself in front of you again." Genma averted his eyes, rubbing his hands sheepishly. "I hate to admit it but you might have really exorcized his past yesterday. You should only feel mildly guilty about what you did, especially if it worked. Maybe you can help him more than I can. Go talk to him. I'm sure you'll be able to see what I mean."

Tenzou's cheeks flushed a bit at a Sergeant he barely knew giving him advice on how to win his friend. "I don't want to go chasing after him when he so obviously wants to be away from me; in case you are mistaken," Tenzou said his voice slightly strained with thought. "I will talk to him however when I next see him and there is an opportunity." He was trying to sound like he had some control over this but he couldn't fool himself he had no control at all when it came to the sexy, long haired brunet. He started shoveling the now mashed pancakes into his mouth to keep himself from saying anything else embarrassing.

By the time he had finished his meal both Hayate and Asuma were seated at the table across from him, beside Genma. He wiped his mouth and slid the tray from in front of him to the right. "Alright so here's the deal with paintball. You will need to supply your men with everything they need for the day; like the Captain said all will be fare hunting ground except the mess hall. This is where the dead go. This means the supply tent will most likely have a sniper on it. You have to get everything before 10:00 after that you will be crawling on your bellies to avoid death."

"This sounds like a normal training exercise," Hayate stated. "Why is the Captain saying it is a civi day?"

"Well because at 10:00 there is no Captain or Lieutenants; no Sergeant or Corporals either. You have been assigned to teams yes and you are leader because you have that quality but when the clock strikes 10:00 all is fare game. You could jump the Captain and kick him in the nuts and there be no official punishment for it. I of course would not advise trying that. The Captain is giving you a rare day to be men not soldiers. Everything I'm telling you is suggestion not orders. The Game is played to sun down where the kills will be added up; each team is given a different paint colour. It is almost always won by a man not a team; the lieutenants tend to go a little wild when they are given any freedom."

"I would think it would be won by the Captain" Asuma stated.

"Ahh not really; the Captain is out there and has only been shot I think once and that was by Lieutenant Namiashi a year ago. Mostly the Captain is just out there causing trouble for everyone, he isn't out for the kill, he is out for fun and mischief." Tenzou shook his head like that was a much worse thought than if the Captain had been out for blood.

Genma shivered as he thought about the possible fun and mischief Kakashi could have with him if he got caught away from his platoon. He shrugged off the horde of sexy images and looked back up at Tenzou. "Anything else we need to know before you take off, Sir?" Genma said cheekily, noticing the way Tenzou kept glancing at the entrance to the tent.

"Make sure you have food, water and minor medical supplies, you don't want to give up your position because someone got a gash and needed to go to the infirmary. Oh, just to make sure the rules of winning are clear. Your team can win even if you are the last man in your team still alive. You have to be alive to win no matter how many kills a man has if he is shot he loses. So I could take out half the camp get shot once and I lose even if no one got as many kills as me. So there are advantages to being on a team but of course there are advantages to being on your own. So good luck men. See you back here after I win." Tenzou let out a sarcastic laugh and got up. "10:00 hours, be ready for war." He smiled and walked out of the tent to get himself ready and maybe find a cute medic to talk to.


'So fucking stupid!' Iruka's mind screamed as he furiously scrubbed his teeth. 'You're such a fucking spaz, Umino. No wonder you've never had boyfriend. It's not your scars, it's the fact you're so...twitchy.' Growling at himself he spat out his mouthful of toothpaste and looked up into the mirror to readjust his hair. 'You might as well forget about him, he's not going to want you now after you made him feel like a monster.' He pulled the chocolate locks up on top of his head again and leaned on the sink. 'Can't ever get anything right, can you?' Tired of looking at himself, he turned around and almost knocked the sink over when he saw Tenzou standing at their bunk watching him.

"Are you alright?" The older man asked and Iruka shrugged it off as if nothing had happened.

"Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be alright? Just a little stumble is all. Is it hot in here?" He hadn't realized how high his voice had gotten but he did know that he was suddenly starting to sweat in his long sleeved shirt.

Tenzou let out a strained laugh, "It's the desert it's hot everywhere." 'Nice why don't you make him feel stupid' he mentally berated himself. 'Ok calm down Genma said he's embarrassed. That he doesn't hate you he is just upset about last night. Ok, Ok, talk to him tell him it's ok' "It's ok Iruka" 'Fuck Fuck Fuck you idiot not like that' "Ahh I mean about last night... are you ok?" Tenzou's mind groaned loudly at his pathetic words.

Iruka blushed even deeper, wanting to just bury his face in his hands and run blindly from the tent. "Right, the desert. Yeah, I-I'm fine. Nothing to worry about," Iruka said as he moved back to his trunk to put away his tooth brush. He saw Tenzou nod and start to walk away and the need to apologize hit him hard. "Uh, Sir...Tenzou...I just wanted to say that I-I'm really sorry. It had nothing to do with you. I..." Iruka submitted to the urge to hide his face this time, clapping a hand over his eyes as he dropped his face to his bunk. This really wasn't going well at all.

Tenzou quickly moved to sit beside Iruka on the bunk "Hey come on Iruka don't hide like that, you have nothing to be sorry for and you have no reason to be embarrassed with me." Tenzou placed a gentle hand on Iruka's back. Iruka leaned over so he was lying on his side instead of face down. "It is me who should apologize. I pushed you hard yesterday maybe too hard but I was doing it in hopes of helping you. So, I'm not sorry I pushed you, I still believe you needed it but I am sorry I made you fear me. I had hoped that I could be someone you could come to, someone you could trust. I feel like I have failed you, that I have let you down." Tenzou tried to keep eye contact with Iruka but those huge brown eye were too much for him; he looked down to his lap instead.

'He can't even look at me! This is terrible. What must he think of me, placating me like a child?' Iruka groaned internally. Feeling brave...or that he couldn't possibly make this any worse, he snagged one of Tenzou's hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I guess I needed it so you didn't let me down. I-I still trust you, sir." His voice seemed uncertain even to his own ears but it had nothing to do with the man in front of him. Well, actually it had everything to do with the man in front of him but nothing to do with trust. He hated to think about being clumsy or unskilled when being with someone he cared about. With the captain it hadn't really mattered, it was just relief but with Tenzou... Maybe a few more sessions with Kakashi would have his confidence high enough that he'd be ready. His cheeks flamed as he pictured Tenzou stroking his face, their naked skin pressing against one another.

Tenzou's eyes widened 'he trusts me!' He turned his wide dark navy eyes on Iruka again "You do? You can still trust me?" He asked a smile creeping over his lips.


Iruka relaxed a little at Tenzou's smile but his cheeks continued to heat up. "Of course I do. I said before that it wasn't really you I was afraid of. Just my head playing tricks on me." He brought his free hand to his flaming cheek and dropped his eyes in embarrassment. 'I'm blushing like a woman! What's wrong with me?'

Tenzou tentatively lifted Iruka's chin and smiled at the sheepish look on the younger man's face. "If those cheeks get any hotter you might spontaneously combust," he teased, his fingers gently caressing the skin on the tan chin, marveling at how cute the blush that spread across the scar on Iruka's nose was. Then Iruka gave a little squeak in the back of his throat and Tenzou actually moaned at how adorable the man was. 'Far too cute to be a machine of war like the rest of us.' He started to lean in a little bit, the full dark lips calling to him like a hypnotic spell, when the flap to the tent pulled back to reveal Genma who was looking worried.

"Hey Kiddo! It's 09:30. We've got to get set. What's keeping...Oh." Genma smirked at the pair who were both blushing now though Iruka looked like he might just pass out. "Uh, sorry. Just hurry it up." He turned on his heels and walked back out of the tent. 'Atta boy Lieutenant. I love to say I told you so.'

Iruka pushed himself up off the bed and grabbed his bandanna and an extra canteen. "Uh, yeah. I better go. Can we talk more later?"

"Aahh right" Tenzou stood as well and patted down his pockets and clothing as if looking for something "Ahh RIGHT, Paintball" He said as if he just remembered what they were going to be doing. He stopped his useless searching for nothing and scratched his head with a groan, "Man Rai is so going to shoot right off the bat, I just don't have my head today." He looked up to Iruka with a pathetic smile. “Last year he shot me in the dick, it was bruised for weeks." He blushed more and cleared his throat, realizing the story he had just shared with Iruka. "Uhh, ah, g-good luck Iruka and have fun that's what this is all about." He grabbed his tan hat from the top of his foot locked and made to get out of this tent he wanted to crawl into a sand pit and die of embarrassment.

"And here I am without my cup," Iruka chuckled nervously. "Well good luck, Sir and...uh...protectyourpackage." Iruka raced from the tent, not believing he'd said something so ridiculous. 'Protect your package???? Okay, I need to talk to Genma about how to be smooth.' He dashed off to where his team was waiting with his paintball gear. Once they were all suited up they decided on the officer's tents as a decent place to start as it would be easy to find cover. The key would be to avoid all open areas. The four of them bumped forearms in their standard, unit salute and headed off toward the sandcastle.


"Fucking bitch Nurse Joy, thinks she's so fucking special," Raidou grumbled about his hated Nurse Mitokado as he prepared his gear for today's games. He had had to sneak his ass out of the infirmary this morning they were trying to keep him there and out of the games. He dressed himself in dark tan jeans and mesh desert camo tank his bandages showing through the spaces; before swinging his dark tan gear pack on his back. He tied a desert camo bandanna over his hair and slid on his sunglasses; grabbing his personal paintball rifle, he headed out the tent and to the sandcastle taking the back way to avoid 'Nurse Joy.' He sneered again at the thought; he wouldn't have to avoid her long there was no way she would be caught outside the infirmary when the game started.

He scanned the large group of men that had gathered and were milling about near the sand castle collecting their guns and ammo; he looked over everyone searching for one particular man; his little cutie. He had missed him so much after he left last night, there had been so many things he had thought about that he wanted to tell and ask Izumo; about their pasts and likes and dislikes. He had had a lot of time to think laying there in that silent empty tent; normally he would have paper work to keep him busy at night but all he could do last night was lay there and think. And only one thing filled his thoughts last night and that was his sweet little boyfriend.

'There he is' his mind cried when he saw the small man talking with his friend Iruka. 'Ah good no Kotetsu in sight' The tall brunet couldn't help the strange feeling of a smile that crept over his face as he walked toward his cutie, propping his sun glasses on top of his head. Izumo hadn't noticed him yet so he stayed in the crowd when he was close enough he took the final two long steps to appear behind his lover. "Hey Cutie" He said wrapping his arms around Izumo and bending a bit to nuzzle the man’s neck. "Good luck today" he purred against the soft skin.

Izumo's heart did a number of things in just a few seconds. It panicked; it broke, turned green with self loathing as he gently but very quickly pushed Raidou's hands away. He winced when he turned and saw the hurt and confused look in Raidou's eyes. 'I'm such an asshole. He didn't deserve this.' Swallowing thickly, he held both the strong hands in his as he prepared to drop a bomb, but his expression seemed to give it all away and the scarred face fell even more as realization set in. "Rai, I need to talk to you. Uh...last night...we were talking and he's going to give me another chance. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sor..." His voice trailed off as Kotetsu came into his line of sight. Quickly letting go of Raidou's hands and taking half a step away from the much larger man he shot Raidou an apologetic look. "We'll talk later, okay? Please?"

'Stone stone STONE, you are stone this doesn't hurt it can't hurt, you are nothing more than stone.' "That won’t be necessary; I think I said it all last night." He slid his glasses over his eye when he realized he couldn't pull the emotion from them yet "Good luck with that Izu... Private Kamizuki" He took several steps back from the small man who seemed a whole fucking lot bigger, because Raidou was feeling pretty small right now. He looked to his side and saw Kotetsu glaring at him; his fingers turned up slightly and if he was about to hold the man at bay. His eyes turned back to the deep black pools of his last night’s lover. "And good luck today, I hope you have fun." 'Fuck stone, this little Michelangelo is carving you to pieces. Steel. You are soldier; you are STEEL.' "Good luck to your unit, it seems to be made of our best new soldiers," 'there that sounded better,' his voice had come out cold and hard like it should always have stayed.

His eyes narrowed behind his glasses as Kotetsu wrapped his arms around Izumo from behind just like he had, but of course Izumo didn't pull away from his true lover "Everything alright babe?" Kotetsu asked the slightly taller brunet.

Shrinking back into his boyfriend's arm, Izumo shivered at the cool tone that Raidou's voice carried. 'I've really hurt him. Gods, I'm such a little shit.' It actually hurt him to see Raidou revert after being so open with him. "Yeah...it'll be fine," he whispered in response. 'I'll just have to talk to him. I don't want him to feel rejected because that's really not the case. God, if only things were different.' He watched Raidou's back for a minute before resting the bridge of his nose against Kotetsu's neck. "I love you, Ko. Be careful today. I get the feeling he may be out for our blood."

"Its ok babe I'm not afraid of him," Kotetsu boasted.

Raidou's struggle to turn his heart back to steel was made easy when Izumo had whispered the tender words to his boyfriend; the pain was so much his defense mechanism took over. 'You should be, you little shit' his mind hissed. He turned to go get his ammo when he saw nurse Mitokado walking toward him.

Her hands on her hips, the tiny little nurse marched right up the man who towered over her and began prodding his chest with a finger. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Namiashi?? You're AWOL from the hospital; now get your ass back there NOW! I swear to god, if you think you're spending the whole day crawling on your belly through the sand you're sorely mistaken. After that little stunt you and your boytoy pulled yesterday I'm giving you officially zero leeway. Now MOVE it before I go super bitch on your scarred ass!"

Several of the men began to chuckle and Kiba grabbed his chest and pretended to faint. "I think I’m in love...either that or I just creamed my pants." Raidou and the nurse weren't paying attention though, deep in the middle of an old west stare down.

He slid his glasses back on top of his head so she would be able to see the threat in his eye, as he stepped closer to the small woman. "If you think for one moment you can get me back in the fucking hell you call a med tent you've lost your fucking mind," he roared. "I fucking warned you last night not to talk about him like that. I don't fucking care if you are a woman I'll fucking bury you. So, you just march your tight little ass back to your tent and stay the fuck out of my way." Raidou glared down at her his lips pulled back in a teeth baring snarl.

"Oooh, big tough man making me shake in my size six flats. It wouldn't be so bad for you there if you weren't the worst patient of all time! Now shut up, Scarface, and get back to the infirmary." She glanced around the group of men who were looking at her like she was crazy, though a few had impressed and hungry looks on their faces. Her jaw dropped a little when her eyes landed on Izumo wrapped up in another man's arms. Brows furrowed in an almost sympathetic look she turned back Raidou and dropped her voice so that the whole group wouldn't be able to hear. "I guess I was right in calling him a whore. Come on Namiashi, just come back and I'll drug you up for the whole day. A little something to take the edge off?" She gave him a weak smile as if trying to entice him. "Don't make this harder on me, you ass!" She snapped, her hands going back to her hips.

"Don't fucking call him a whore you FUCKING DYKE!" Raidou took another threatening step closer to the nurse. "Stay the fuck away from me or you will find out what a bastard I can be. And as inviting as being drugged for the day sounds don't try and be nice to me 'cause you ought to god damn know I will not return the favor; there is not fucking way I'm going back there with you." Raidou stepped forward it looked like he was going to walk right over her but he stepped around her to look up to the Captain; who was watching the scene with a narrowed eye. The very short thin woman, with the long braid of red hair dressed in thin white sundress beside the silver haired captain looking as innocent as a Sunday school teacher, except for her bright greens eyes; they held the same narrowed glare as Kakashi's. "Sir?" Raidou requested his Captain's final word on this matter, the rusty brunet kept his gaze as stone as the man had taught him.


"I don't know what you thought you saw in him babe? Just look at the bullet you dodged by coming to your senses; he's insane, Izu," Kotetsu said, pulling Izumo away from the scene "Come on Genma's waiting for us."

"He stays, Nurse Mitokado; if that man is breathing he is fit enough to play paintball" Kakashi called out and Raidou gave a slight nod of thanks and agreement.

The brunette nurse's eyes narrowed dangerously and her fiery green eyes turned to the trio, taking time to glare heatedly at all three of them. "Fine. When his stomach gets infected, YOU TREAT HIM! The only bigger pain in the ass patient than him is YOU!" She screamed, glaring at the captain. When Kakashi's eye narrowed dangerously at her lack of respect she added a quick 'Sir' on the end of the statement before turning on her heels and marching through the crowd of rowdy men, rolling her eyes at the catcalls and gropes of her ass. When Kiba panted like a dog she decided to make an example of him. "Do you have a problem, Mutt? Because I sure hope you're not thinking of getting that diseased package anywhere near me. Gods! This is why I'm a lesbian." She leaned a little closer to Kiba, dropping her voice to a sultry whisper. "A big lesbian." The crowd gave an 'ooooh' as she marched off the field, her hips swinging as she departed.


Izumo and Iruka watched the scene with horror, Izumo especially afraid of what he'd just seen. The nurse had seemed almost caring and he'd threatened her. He'd threatened to kill a woman, a civilian, a nurse who was actually trying to be kind to him. 'Oh my god, what have I done? Is he always like this? He seemed so sweet yesterday but what do I actually know about him? Is he a violent person? Did his past really fuck him up this bad or is he innately that crazy?' He glanced at Iruka who's eyes were wide like saucers. They exchanged worried looks but didn't say a word.

Raidou walked up to the wooden platform Kakashi was standing on and grabbed his usual dark purple paints that were behind Kakashi's leg along with the others paint set aside for the Lieutenants. Kakashi still held his narrow eyed glare on the receding back of Nurse Rei Mitokado. Raidou looked up and followed the captain's gaze "Bitch" both men growled in unison. They then looked at each other with a shared annoyance. Raidou gave a nod, "See you out there Sir" his voice as cool as ever. Kakashi gave only a stiff nod in reply before turning back to handing out the containers of ammunition while his secretary Ms. Wren Evendawn or Ms. E. as the men called her recorded what paint colour was given to whom. Raidou disappeared into the camp his sunglasses back over his eyes, a vicious prowl to his step.

The small red headed woman made a thoughtful 'hmm' sound as she marked down that Raidou had picked up his usual paint colour. "It's unusual for him to be..." her voice was casual like she was discussing the weather pausing to think of the right term, "vocal. Did I miss something while I was away?" She tilted her head just enough to look up at her silver haired employer towering above her.

Kakashi gave her only a quick glance. "You being away has no bearing on how much you miss," Kakashi quipped.

"Now now Hatake, you know that if it wasn't for me you wouldn't notice anything that wasn't attached to the end of your dick" the fiery secretary replied in a mater-of-fact tone, only the slight twist to her full glossy lips suggested it was just the usual play.

Kotetsu walked with Izumo pulled tight to him; he gave a kiss to Izumo's cheek. "Baby, I’m so fucking glad you got out of that without getting hurt, I don't think he is a very sane person. Stick with the people you know baby, I think most of the officers in this camp are serious headcases." He stopped walking and turned Izumo to face him, "Shit baby, he really could have hurt you," he kissed his black eyed lover meaningfully. "Fuck whatever else your relationship with him meant, it was dangerous. Damn and I have to leave you tomorrow with him still loose in the camp. Baby, promise me you'll stay really close to Genma and Iruka." He kissed him again, "Please, promise me that."

Izumo leaned back into his boyfriend's chest and sighed. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me. You just concentrate on surviving that hell they call desert conditioning." He didn't want to say that he wouldn't go near Raidou, though if that was how the man was going to act it would be inevitability. But he wanted to try to get through to the man. He felt responsible for how the man was acting. There'd been a noticeable change in him when they were together and another inverse change in a matter of minutes after he'd stomped on the man's heart. Maybe they could find a way to be friends through all this. If not, it would spell trouble for the whole company.

"Izumo I'm not fucking around here, he's dangerous," Kotetsu said in a firm voice. "I want to hear you promise that you will stay away from him as much as possible. I understand that he is our commander so it is impossible to never get near him, but baby he obviously has a twisted interest in you. That is really not a good thing; he could decide to hurt you next time. It could be the fact that you were willing is what saved you from being raped." Kotetsu held him tighter, "I'm so glad you’re okay but I really need to hear you promise me."

Shuddering in Kotetsu's arms as he thought about the damage Raidou could do to him if he wanted too; Izumo turned in Kotetsu's grip and buried his face in the pale neck, his hands gripping the black spikes tightly. Fear pushed through his body even though the thoughts were irrational. Raidou had never done anything violent to him...except pushing himself on Izumo in the shower. But that hadn't really been violent...but Izumo wouldn't have been able to stop it if he wanted to. Nuzzling the side of his boyfriend's face he sighed in resignation. "I promise. Please don't think about it. I'm sure he won't even talk to me again unless he has too." He held tight to Kotetsu, even though his own words were reassuring. Releasing a shaky breath he pulled back to give Kotetsu a weak smile. "I can't even tell you how much I'm going to miss you, but we've got the whole day together, so let's make the most of it. Watch your back. I don't want you to get out of the game too soon."

"Baby I love you so much; I'm going to miss you too," Kotetsu said nuzzling into Izumo. "Wear the shirt tonight for me ok baby, so it smells more like you when I'm gone" He laid a kiss to the pale neck but only one before he stopped noticing again that it wasn't so pale right now that it was still covered in bruises from that maniac. 'Thank the gods those will be gone when I get back.' He gave a mental sigh and let the hurt go; he should just be thankful his love is alright. 'Ok time to play the game.' He pushed himself back after one more good squeeze. "How about we watch each other’s backs?" With his arm loose around Izumo's waist he pulled them along to catch up to Iruka and Genma "and we'll both watch Iruka's back cause he needs it most, plus it's a fine view from back here," he joked and gave a playful slap to Iruka's strong ass. The brunet let out an indignant squawk, his cheeks turning their trade mark red.

"Cut it out or I'll kill you both right now!"

Izumo and Kotetsu's jeers were cut off as Genma turned back to the group. "Will you ladies please get serious? If we don't win this thing I'm gonna make you all do pushups until you drop!" Not wanting to risk that he wasn't joking, they all headed off into the camp to get set up.





"Okay, stay alive and stay as a group if possible. We don't want to be too close but we also don't want to be too spread out either. If you can take out some of the officers I think that's probably a good place to start. Okay, eye protection on. We'll be starting any second." As if reading his mind a loud siren sounded over the camp speakers. "Okay, first squad, let's kick some ass!" They dashed between the small tents, keeping low and as covered as possible. Seeing a unit from another platoon as he peeked out to see if it was safe, Genma signaled silently to his team about which targets to take. They all took aim from their position and waited for the approaching footsteps. The other unit wasn't even taking cover, just walking in a duck as they moved along the row of tents. They waited until the whole unit was in front of them before opening up and dousing the men with paint. The other men wailed in pain as they were pelted with the little round balls. Smiling with their first victory, Genma prepared to move them again when Kotetsu yelped, a paintball having hit right near his head.

"Move out!" Genma yelled and lead the charge to find them better ground.

"Holy shit that was fucking close" Kotetsu cursed "sorry baby I was almost out first thing." Kotetsu looked back over his shoulder to where he thought the shot had come from and only saw the tip of a gun disappearing from sight behind a supply cabin. He pulled Izumo to run in front of him to protect him from the hiding gun man. "I think this game could move pretty fast till the ranks thin out. Let’s move ass and find some good cover where we can pick the stupid ones off in relative safety."


Raidou cursed and slid his back down the wall of the supply cabin he was using for cover. 'Lucky little shit shoots his gun like he’s Rambo jerking around otherwise he’d be dead right now. I'll come back for you when you've forgot I'm out here.' With the mental plan laid out the scarred brunet prowled off to collect his kills.


The squad carefully skirted around the camp, taking out whomever came into their path and watching the grumbling purple paint covered soldiers heading to the mess tent. As they rounded the row of latrines they heard familiar voices.

"I gotta take a leak, cover me." Genma looked through the cracks of the wood enclosure and grinned as he saw Kiba step into the shitter and pull down his pants. 'This is too good to pass up!' he thought as he carefully slid the barrel of his gun through the slats. He waited until he heard the stream of piss hitting the bucket underneath the throne before pulling the trigger, hitting the unsuspecting man on his bare thigh and on his clothed chest. "FUCKING HELL!" Kiba screamed as he stumbled backwards out of the latrine, pissing on himself as he collapsed to the ground. The rest of his squad looked down at him in amusement and were quickly picked off before they realized what had happened.

Shino's blank face looked down at Kiba with a promise of pain to come but helped the man to his feet. Asuma who had been behind another latrine shook his head but took aim around the shelter. He was about to shoot when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" He turned and was swiftly hit in the stomach by Genma.

"Sorry Smoky, but I can't have you taking out any of my team," Genma said with smirk. Asuma growled but knocked a cigarette out of his pack and strode away without saying a word. Genma was about to head back to the group when paintballs started landing all around him.

"Shit! Take cover!!" He dove to the other side of the enclosure as purple paint erupted all around them.

"Fuck it’s him. That's the same colour paint as before. It has to Namiashi!" Kotetsu called out pulling Izumo tight between him and the wall of the shit house protecting him by reflex. "How we going to get out of here Sarge? We can't let that fucker beat us." He turned quickly and sheltered Izumo from the spraying sand being kicked up by the paintballs hitting right beside them.

Genma really didn't know. They were totally pinned down and had no way of getting to new shelter. "Return fire!" he shouted, having really nothing better to go with. They started shooting in the direction that the paint balls were coming from when the barrage against them stopped and grunts of pain could be heard from their left as another squad walked unwittingly into Raidou's kill zone. "MOVE OUT!" he cried, shoving Iruka from the cover and towards the med tent. "Run for it guys!" Izumo and Kotetsu went next and as soon as the spiky haired raven dashed out the purple projectiles started in their direction again.

Genma began to shoot the barrel that Raidou was hiding behind, his green paint never coming close to hitting the scarred man who ducked his head in perfect time with his shots. Genma looked across to his team who was waiting for him across the open plain. Not wanting to get separated from them he shouted to Izumo. "Covering fire!" The three men began to shoot as close to Raidou as their position would allow but when Genma was halfway across the open space Raidou realized they didn't have the right angle to hit him and began firing at the blond. Genma dodged a purple bullet but was sure he wouldn't make it when a paintball whipped past his shoulder from the other direction, covering Raidou's cover with red paint. As he sprinted up to his group he saw a mass of silver spikes disappear around another tent. 'I'll have to remember to thank him properly for that later,' Genma thought as he regained his composure.

"Wow, shit he's really coming to get me; isn't he?" Kotetsu commented, then asked "Hey Gen do you know who has that red paint? Whoever it was really saved our asses and probably doesn't even know it."

"We'll thank our guardian angel later. Right now we need to put some distance between ourselves and Raidou before he takes us all out. Now move out."


Raidou stayed down and hidden waiting till he was sure Hatake was gone, 'Fucking interfering bastard!' Raidou cursed. He didn't waste his time though he took the opportunity to re-fill his automatic loader and change his air canister. When he felt Kakashi has lost interest in the waiting game he took off in the direction had been sure the captain had gone, 'better try and take him out before he messes up anymore of my fun.'

Fifteen minutes and he still hadn't found Kakashi again; he lay in a shallow trench he had wiggled himself into between some crates and the side of the Cartography tent. 'Fuck, I'm out of it today. I should have had Kotetsu dead by now. That little brunet has me all fucked up. I've got to get him out of my head and back in the game. Sure, I've killed a bunch of fuck asses but I made a mess doing it and wasted a lot of my ammo. No more fucking around, no more loose or random shots. It's time to go after some big game.' Just as Raidou was about to move out he heard movement at 2 o'clock. He settled back down and waited, watching the area through the scope on his gun, the world just made more sense when seen though a rifle scope; whatever you saw in that world you were lined up to kill.

Silent he watched and waited then a leg appeared in the scope's sight. Silence; Stillness; don’t even breathe. The leg didn’t move for a moment then it came forward to show the whole body crouch walking out into the space between tents. He almost pulled the trigger when the body made hand signs 'ahh there's more.' The four men moved quick and silent out into the open when they were half way between cover he was about to pull the trigger again when Yellow paint splatter on the canvas wall in front or the leader. 'Aoba you shit, you fucking missed him,' Raidou cursed. Raidou let off two shots and only one hit. The other splattered the wall as well; the team having been alerted ducked and belly crawled for cover. 'Shit I'm too fucking low to get them' more yellow paint exploded around the scrambling men. 'Fuck he's going to take my kills.' He grabbed a paint grenade from his side pouch and tossed it. It hit sand right beside the head of the female soldier but did nothing. 'FUCKING SAND'

He rolled under the side of the tent and held fast when he appeared inside. '3...2...1...' He jumped to his knees and crouched by the door. 'They came in at 2 o'clock Aoba's shots came in at the 45 angle so that would make him... at 8 o'clock.' Raidou checked through a small gap in the front flap. He had a clean shot of two of the three left from the unit but Aoba wouldn't. He watched as they shot near where he figured Aoba to be and where they thought he was still hiding. 'If I go for them I'll lose my chance to get Aoba' He moved to the back of the tent; with the barrel of his gun he opened the flap just enough to see it was clear. In a crouch walk he moved to the corner of the tent. Quick glance around the side showed that he had judged correctly Aoba was there his back pressed against a wall of 6 large crates. Aoba was looking away from him around the far side of a crate taking aim at a foolish soldier who was sneaking out too far to try and get a better shot. Raidou steadied his shot he had the raven's temple right in his cross hairs, a direct killing blow. The image of Izumo's bruised face came to mind and he fired hitting his friend in the shoulder instead.

The raven let out a surprised yelp and bumped into the crates knocking one of the empty containers down and startling the other three soldiers, who opened fire on the already 'dead' Aoba. "Cease Fire Cease FIRE you shit's I'm already dead." Aoba screamed above the gun fire. Raidou taking the opportunity to find a new position fell back and circled around to come into the area at what he had figured the four o'clock mark. From here he had clear shot of two of the three.

"Fuck you Namiashi. You are such a dick" Aoba mouthed off as he picked up his gear and walked through the center of the clearing to head for the mess tent.

'You just think that ‘cause you suck at this game.' was the rusty brunet's mental reply. He used the cursing raven's exit as further distraction and took out both the men in his sight. Drawing another yelp from Aoba as his purple paint whizzed around him; and once again startling the skittish newbies into firing useless shots at an already dead man.

"Fuck you little shits. That's it I'm fucking waiting around till he kills all of you so I can inform your superior of how useless you are." Aoba screamed out.

'One left' Raidou concluded 'but where?'

"Come on you little shits. Get out here so I can see who you are," Aoba continued to shout. The two newly killed soldiers came out of there hiding spot to stand beside Aoba looking like they had just eaten the shit the pissed off Lieutenant was about to give them. "Two of ya eh? One other has already gone to cry to his mommy in the mess hall. So that leaves the pretty little cunt." Aoba smiled at the now pissed looking faces.

'What's he up too?' Raidou pondered as he watched the scene, noting each movement of the Privates eyes.

"Just the bitch left Rai. That should be no trouble for you, isn't that your specialty, scarring young ladies? She's probably out there right now pissing her little pink panties in the sand; thinking about your hulking scarred body looming over her threatening to do all sorts of nasty things." Aoba narrated while looking around the clearing. "You know he's a bit of nut, guys," he said to the two men standing with him. "You just never know what he'll do, and he is in a particularly foul mood today. You better hope he doesn't find that sweet little piece of ass out there all by herself, you wouldn't want him taking out his frustrations on that fine, tight body," the ravens voice was a deep menacing tone. The too young looking blond’s eyes flashed to his left.

Blam. Blam. The high pitched squeal of the female soldier had all eyes turning that way. The flick of the blonde’s eyes was all Rai needed to find his prey.

'Done; time to move on.' Raidou disappeared again into the camp on his way to find his true prey once again.

"Alright kids lets go to the mess hall and talk about all the things we did wrong" Aoba said helping the young woman with the purple paint across her chest to her feet.


Tenzou slithered away from the purple splattered area he had just missed getting caught in another reign of terror brought on by Raidou. He had almost walked out into a cross fire between Raidou, Aoba and team 4 from 3rd platoon. He had managed to take cover between some supply boxes covered with camo cloth. He had a few clear shots but didn't want to take them; Raidou was acting like a mad man today. Tenzou had to admit that this was more to his normal character than his actions yesterday or the day before, but he still really didn't want to get Raidou’s sights set on him. When Raidou had left all for dead and the dead had grumbled off to the mess tent he moved his ass on in the opposite direction that Raidou had gone. It wasn't that he was scared of Raidou it was just he didn't like the way the man played the game.

He kept close to the barracks tents and low to the ground, he held at the last tent listening for any sound of movement around him, he was pretty sure he heard someone shuffle and slid at the far end of the tent he was now covered by. 'Got to move' Tenzou took a quick peek around the corner he took off for the stockade supply cabin. He held tight back against the walk as he slinked down to the other corner. Quick look and he rounded the corner just as a person rounded from the other side. He was raising he gun when deep pools of chocolate locked him in a stare.

Tenzou's face light up with a huge smile at seeing Iruka still well and in the game, he could feel his cheeks heating at the way Iruka smiled back his eyelashes batting against his reddened cheeks. Tenzou glanced down when Iruka’s hands moved to see if maybe the man was going to sign something to him; but instead he was surprised to see the brunet raising his gun. Tenzou looked back up to smirking chocolate eyes in surprise. Iruka gave a little shrug at let off two shots one hitting him in the gut the other a dead on shot to the heart.

"You shot me" Tenzou mouthed the words not wanting to give away Iruka's position, just cause he was stupid enough to get shot didn't mean he wanted his new friend to get shot as well. "I can't believe I fell for that." he mouthed again with a smile, when Iruka slapped a hand over his mouth to cover a laugh, knowing the man could read his lips well enough. He silently swung his small pack off his back. He pulled his paintballs out and held the pack out for Iruka, "Take my supplies and good luck" he mouthed again with a smile. 'I can't believe I fell for those eyes like that! I knew they would be the death of me today.'

Iruka pulled the extra pack on his back and caught Tenzou's arm before he walked away. "Thanks and...Sorry," he mouthed, feeling both proud and guilty that he'd managed to take the lieutenant out. He peeked out from their cover to look at the brig where a silver haired man had taken high ground and was shooting at Genma while Kotetsu and Izumo were firing on him from their positions on the left flank. He watched as Kotetsu retreated to a more distant position to get a better angle.

"Hit him in the fucking face, baby!" Izumo shouted as he recognized the man who had been taunting Kotetsu in the brig, the image of his lover looking so dejected making his blood boil.

"I got him babe" Kotetsu opened fire again from his new position landing a shot to the bastards shoulder and one to the back of the head before he turned around and received a shot right to the jaw splattering green paint over the side of his face. "I think you're pretty fucking dead now dick head,” Kotetsu called out with a cruel sounding laugh.

Izumo smiled in victory and looked over at Kotetsu who looked smolderingly hot as he jogged back to him. Completely ignoring the fact that they were in a 'war zone' he grabbed Kotetsu by the collar and smashed their mouths together, his tongue lapping hungrily at his lover's while the hand that wasn't holding his gun rubbed the inside of the shorter man's thigh. Finally, pulling back he whispered breathlessly in the pale ear. "That was so sexy, baby. I love it when you get that confident, 'I know I’m hot shit' look."

Kotetsu smirked at his breathless lover's flushed face and was about to say something when Mizuki yelled out, purposefully giving away their position. "Hey, pencil dick! The lieutenant is gonna fuck you up!" The usually sweet, dark eyes narrowed fiercely and Izumo raised his gun and shot the silver haired man squarely in between the cheeks of his ass.

When the man howled in pain and dashed for cover Izumo shouted after him. "Can't even take it like a man, can you bitch?"

Kotetsu wanted to laugh at what his lover had done but Mizuki's words had reminded him that Namiashi was out there and that he was after him. He grabbed hold of Izumo's arm and pulled him toward the brig "Come on babe we got to get to a better position." He ran around to the back of the brig, knelt down and cupped his hands quickly to offer a step for Izumo he stood fast lifting his lover as high as he could. Izumo grabbed the ledge of the roof and pulled himself up and over. Izumo looked over the side down to his short lover. "Its ok, babe. I'll wait for Genma and Iruka" he gave a smile knowing that there was no way with both of them being of such short stature he could get on that roof without the help of either Genma or Iruka.

Izumo frowned, not wanting to leave his lover on the ground, but quickly flipped around so that he could cover his other teammates as they moved toward them. He had to wonder what Kotetsu was thinking. Had he moved too fast, kissing Kotetsu like that when he'd said he needed time? He just couldn't help it; it felt like old times again. If Kotetsu would let him he'd give the sexy little man something to remember him by tonight before he left for a week. He snapped back to reality as he saw movement to his right and quickly picked off a soldier who was moving in on their position. There'd be plenty of time to think about pleasuring Kotetsu when they were out of danger.

Iruka crawled up on top of the building next, and reached down to pull Kotetsu up behind him, followed last by Genma. They set up in their new defensive position, taking out people, left right and center sniper style, racking up their hits as the area was splattered with green paint.


Kotetsu groaned again and flopped onto his back on the roof "Come on guys we haven't seen anyone for over a half an hour. There are too few left and the ones that are, are picking each other off while we sit here." He rolled over on his belly and riffled through Tenzou's pack pulling out energy bars for everyone. "Hey this isn't your pack Iruka there is no way you would have coconut flavored..." Kotetsu looked up with huge eyes "Kiddo why do you have Lieutenant Daiki's pack?" Kotetsu pushed himself up to a low crouch and passed the bag over to Izumo with the top folded inside out Tenzou Daiki plainly written in neat hand writing.

The dark eyed male smirked at Iruka's blushing face as the brunet pretended to watch for hostiles. "Come on, Kiddo. What happened? Did you steal the pack off his cold, dead body?"

Iruka paled a little at the thought and turned to glare at Izumo. "He gave it to me right after...right after I shot him." Iruka blushed scarlet and avoided his squad's gaze as they began to tease him.

"You shot him? Point blank? I guess I don't have you quite figured out after all," Genma commented as he nudged the brunet in the ribs.

"Did you aim for his heart 'cuz I bet that's what if felt like when our sweet little Kiddo cruelly dispatched him from this world," Kotetsu teased making Iruka roll his eyes.

"Would you guys eat so we can get going?" He cringed when he thought about the stunned look on Tenzou's face as the paint exploded on his torso. "Gods I hope he's not mad at me! I mean someone would have had to shoot him eventually, right?"

"Hey hey come on kiddo," Kotetsu said pulling Iruka down to the roof for a hug. "I'm sure he isn't mad at you. This is a game where you're supposed to shoot people. If he gave you his pack babe he's not mad at you." He gave a sloppy wet kiss to Iruka's cheek "So just relax about it kiddo." Kotetsu rolled so he was on top of Iruka and licked his tongue all over the man's face. Iruka made a disgusted noise and tried to push Kotetsu away; who just placed his hand over Iruka's mouth with a huge smirk. "Shhh Kiddo you don't want to give our position away." Iruka cocked a brow at that and proceeded to lick the palm of Kotetsu's hand; who pulled it away with a 'ewww' then slapped the hand over his own mouth. Both men clung to each other for a minute, muffling their giggles in the other's neck or chest.

Iruka shoved Kotetsu off of him and wiped his face with his dusty sleeve. "Gross, Spike. Okay, what's the plan?"

Genma pulled out his binoculars and scanned the area. "There's some movement out by the sand castle but I don't know if we really want to go out that way. The pyramid is still up, that could give us some extra cover as we move in. The rest of the camp is looking pretty quiet." He tucked the eye piece back in his bag and looked at the rest of the team. "So are we ready to put ourselves on the line and go find Namiashi?"

Everyone looked a little nervous but nodded, Izumo the first to bring up the obvious. "Hey, we don't even know he's still out there!" A pained yell made them all go a little pale and they watched a man limp across the camp, his whole body covered in purple paint.

"He's still out there. Not to freak you out, Spike, but he won't let himself get hit until he's taken you out. Now let's go get him before he has a chance."

Kakashi couldn't help the smile that twisted his lips as he watched Genma's team on the roof of the stockade from his hiding place in the rafters of a supply shed. He watched them through the exhaust vent "That's a good puppy. You are doing well my pet."
He had been watching them most of the day, and had seen them take the stockade; it had been well executed. He found his spot and laid in wait to see what his puppy would do with this tactical advantage. He hadn't been disappointed; watching his pet's team take out unsuspecting victims left and right, there had hardly been a sound from the group.
It had been almost a half an hour without any movement, when he heard a quiet groan and from his vantage point a mumbled compliant about moving on. He recognized the voice as Private Hagane, and his thought immediately went to his 1LT; Namiashi was hunting the spiky haired raven with a killing intent that was a dangerous place to be. He heard a louder voice for a moment then quiet giggling, 'They obviously have no idea what kind of man Raidou really is or they would be finding it a lot harder to find something to giggle about' the word giggle held a scoffing sound even in his mind. 'If they are foolish enough to believe that Raidou is out of this game..."
A pained yell made the captain look away from the stockade and to the road way, he watched a man limp across the camp, his whole body covered in purple paint 'well they won’t be thinking that now.' He looked back to the only strongly built building in the camp just as his puppy's sexy visage appeared form around the side of the building. 'On the move again, feeling the pressure of a mad man closing in on them not wanting to get cornered on a roof. Good plan, I wouldn't want to be stuck up there with Raidou below like a shark circling a sinking boat.'

He hopped down silently from his hiding place, watching through a space between boards in the wooden planked wall as Genma led his team away from the stockade and back into the fray of things. He gave them a bit of a head start so he could follow without detection; then headed out to keep an eye on his puppy.


Tenzou couldn't rip the smile from his lips, as he walked up to the death toll desk. Iruka had shot him. It was a perfect scene, the smile that twisted Iruka's lips, the slight shrug to his shoulders, he was beautiful and smooth and perfect.
“Daiki,” Ms. Wren Evendawn, the Captain’s personal assistant called. “Lieutenant Daiki? Are you alright dear?” The small woman got up from her desk and made her way around to the dazed man. Looking up to his distant smiling face she took his hand. “Tenzou are you injured?” She didn’t see a head wound, the green paint was splattered on his torso and chest.
At the woman’s touch he snapped out of his daze just enough to realize that someone was talking to him. He looked down to the sparkling green eyes filled with concern. “Oh hey, Ms. E.” he said with a tilt to his head questioning why she was looking at him like that.
“Are you ok Daiki?” she asked again a little less concern in her eyes now that he was actually talking. It was not the norm for her to be worried about a member of the camp. She had a hard edge; you had to have one to be Captain Hatake’s secretary, but as with most women in the camp Tenzou held a special place in her heart.
“Yeah,” Tenzou said in a distant dreamy voice. “I’m just fine.” He looked back to her from staring into the distance with that huge smile. “It’s Iruka” he said with a sigh.
“What’s an Iruka? We’re in the desert.” She was a bit confused there was no way there could be a dolphin in the desert, this caused more worry. “Perhaps you should go to the med tent Tenzou.” She reached over to her desk and grabbed a white strip of cloth handing it to Tenzou knowing she wasn’t tall enough to tie it around his forehead for him, having not even reached the 5’ mark.
“Thanks” he said taking the white cloth from her, “He’s wearing white today” he mumbled as he started to walk toward the mess hall entrance.
“Who Lieutenant, who is wearing white?” she asked frustrated.
“Private Umino” was the man’s wispy reply as he walked into the tent full of activity.
Wren gave a sigh and sat herself down at her makeshift desk again. “Ok Lieutenant Daiki was taken out by team one of second platoon,” she marked off the casualty on her list.
Tenzou walked deeper into mess tent not really seeing all the activity around him, he was just replaying the encounter with Iruka in his mind, a slight blush to his cheeks. He paid no heed of the groups of soldiers sitting at the tables, most of them splattered with purple or green paint. He didn't notice the music pumping from the stereo on one of the tables or hear the arguments over what card game should be played next. He didn't even notice the argument that had broken out when one of the men had been caught cheating and he certainly didn't notice when someone began calling his name. No, Tenzou's mind was only in one place and that was those big, shining, puppy dog eyes of his platoon's medic.
"Lieutenant Daiki?" Asuma called out in surprise; getting up from the bench he was on with his team, enjoying a game of euchre. The lieutenant was in his own world though and didn't respond.

A heavy hand on his shoulder brought Tenzou back to where he was "Ah Asuma, you’re here as well?” the starry eyed brunet looked up to the tall raven with a childish grin on his face.

"Daiki, what happened to you?" Asuma asked a little concerned. It was very out of character for Tenzou to be so distracted.

A chuckled escaped Tenzou and he slapped a hand to Asuma's back. "I was taken out by a pair of big brown eyes, friend."

Asuma laughed loudly for a moment as he pictured sweet little Iruka taking out the unsuspecting Lieutenant before pushing Tenzou along to go sit with his team. "Ahh you poor man," he laughed again, "We are all here cause the mutt had to take a piss."

Tenzou looked over Asuma's team noticing they were marked with the same coloured paint as him. He scanned around the mess hall as he moved to take a seat beside Asuma, most of the soldiers entertaining themselves with the video games, movies, cards and board games were marked with dark purple but a large concentration of the rest carried green paint on their clothes.
"Looks like a close race thus far. Any bets as to who will come out on top?" Tenzou asked as he surveyed the room. He nodded briefly to Sai and Lee who were trudging into the tent, both of their chests splattered with purple paint. The pair made their way over, Sai his usual blank self while Lee was bemoaning his failure and going on and on about all the push-ups he was going to do to make amends. Tenzou just shook his head at the two bizarre privates and turned his attention back to Asuma who seemed to be counting the number of purple splattered people versus the green.
"Well usually the smart money would be on Raidou, of course," Asuma remarked, "but he's just one man and as of right now, all of squad one is still out there. If they're smart and don't all end up in the same trap then I think they've got a shot. Unless of course the captain is helping Namiashi. Then they're fucked."
Tenzou nodded in agreement, suddenly very worried for a certain member of the aforementioned squad.


The four teammates skirted around a tent and glanced at where their next adequate cover was. They'd made it this far without being hit or even seen but that didn't mean much and the terrain was getting less and less sheltered. Kotetsu and Izumo moved to the new position leaving Genma and Iruka to cover them as they moved. Genma rested his hand on Iruka's shoulder to signal that the man should move when the bronze body went stiff.

Raidou saw Kotetsu flit across the narrow gap between tents but didn't have time to get a shot off. Growling when he saw Izumo dash after then he began to formulate a plan. Undoubtedly the whole squad was left; he needed to thin the herd some. The shy, trusting medic was the obvious choice. It was a nasty trick but it was sure to work. He dropped his heel down hard on the wooden crate beside him, smashing the top easily, before falling to the ground and moaning in pain.

"What's wrong?" Iruka held a finger to his lips and silence enveloped them until the distinct sound of cracking ripped through the air. "What the hell was that?" Genma whispered but Iruka shushed him again. Pained moans began to filter through the air and a frightened call for help could be heard on the desert wind. Looking around the side of the tent, Iruka could just see the tip of army boots kicking out as their owner writhed in pain.
"AAAHHH, ugh. Medic. Is someone there?" Iruka moved towards the side of the tent but Genma grabbed his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Iruka calmly removed Genma's hand and grabbed his rifle. "I'm going to see what I can do. I'll be right back. Cover me if you can." Genma tried to protest but Iruka had all ready taken off towards the injured man, his training as a medic taking over.

Izumo perked up with the cry and grabbed Kotetsu's shirt "Ko. Shit that's Raidou."
Kotetsu looked at his lover, "Are you sure?" Kotetsu looked across to Genma and Iruka, seeing Genma trying to hold the medic back. "Shit Iruka's going to go to him" he looked back to Izu, "Zoomer do you think he could be faking? It sounds pretty real."
"It does but you were there yesterday when he fell. Even then when he was burned and facing his worst fear he didn't cry out like that."
"Shit" Kotetsu curse and jumped out to grab Iruka only reaching his foot. "Iruka, fucking stop. It’s Raidou he's faking you out. Come on man think about yesterday" Kotetsu tried to convince.

"Iruka?" the injured voice called. "Are you there? Did I just hear someone say Iruka? Oh fuck Umino, I'm in deep trouble here. Ahhhh. I was hunting your Spike there when the crate gave out." Raidou called in a strained voice. "AHHHHH FUCK. Iruka Please FUCK I have fucking sp... aaaahhh wood it's in my guts. Oh Fuck Shit. Umino fucking help me" Raidou screamed his voice gagged with pain.

"Kiddo come on he's faking it, he'll shoot you!" Kotetsu tried again.

"FUUUCK ahhhh," came the lieutenant's cry of pain again.

Iruka rushed to the hulking man's side, horrified at how much pain he seemed to be in. "Lieutenant? Hang on, Raidou. I'm here. What happened, sir? Is it your burns?" He gently turned the body onto the broad back but the concern fell from his face when a sneer formed on Raidou's lips. Trusting, chocolate eyes went wide and the tan jaw dropped as the barrel of Raidou's rifle swung toward him. BAM! He stumbled backwards, clutching his stomach from the force of the impact and looked at Raidou in shock before falling backwards on his ass.

A roar of rage could be heard from the direction that the rest of the team was but Iruka held up his had to Kotetsu. "I'm okay. Just go," he wheezed as he massaged his sore abs. Looking back at Raidou he shook his head as he grabbed his gear. "Dirty pool, sir. Way out of line."

Raidou got up into a crouch and gathered the rest of his gear. "I've lost too much already today Iruka I'm not losing this game to Hagane. He will go down by my gun," his voice was cold and firm. "It was just unfortunate for you that you were on his team. I was your enemy today Iruka so I used what I knew about you to my advantage." Raidou reloaded his gun while he had the chance keeping an eye out for Iruka's team looking for a way to get back at him.

His eyes narrowing to a cool glare, Iruka looked up at the scarred man in disbelief. Had this man just two days ago been the fair, understanding yet firm man who had let him off with a warning when he'd stolen military supplies? Iruka chewed his lip, trying not to yell like a petulant teenager. "It's Private Umino to you, sir. Only my friends can call me by my first name." He turned on his heels and stomped away, pausing when he was still in earshot. "This is a terrible way to handle what you're feeling, sir..." Shaking his head again, Iruka looked at the older man in an almost sad but definitely cool and disapproving manner. "But I guess advice is only for friends too."

"That's not a new problem for me Private" he said the title with distaste he really did like the young medic and a small part of him felt bad but it faded fast when he thought of catching his prey. 'Time to kill me a midget,' he mocked in his mind but said no more, didn't even look at Iruka he just disappeared around the back of the tent and out of site. He moved to where the rest of the squad had been, not surprise that they were no longer there. He leaned over and inhaled in the area that Kotetsu and Izumo had been hiding. He could smell Izumo's light scent on the air making his heart pound. But the smell was mingled with the scent of his adversary, his soon to be victim. Releasing a growl of rage he began stalking the group, following the indentations in the dry sand.


The walk to the mess tent did little to help cool Iruka off. His mind was fuming with what Raidou had said and done, how cruel the scarred man had been, as Iruka mechanically went through the process of checking in, Ms E adding another mark placed in Raidou's column of recorded kills. He'd taken advantage of Iruka's desire to help people and his ingrained hatred of see or hear someone in pain. And then that cool, clipped reply had thrown Iruka even further into his disillusionment. He'd thought that Raidou had been impressed with his skills, found his innocent desire to help his friends endearing. He'd thought after their one on one discussion that they could be friends, not like him and his squad members, but friends none the less. It had seemed to him like such a relationship could be good for both of them. Raidou seemed to be innately lonely which was why he lashed out and put on the hard ass attitude... or at least that's what he'd thought. And Iruka liked the no nonsense approach Raidou had with him. It wasn't extremely serious but not as light and joking as most of his other relationships. Raidou could have been someone to take him seriously and not make light of his innocence.

Growling, he raked a hand through his hair. Right now he didn't care about all of that though. He was pissed. Only his close friends and the few other men from basic knew how wild his temper was because he'd always fought hard to control it. He hated how he was when he lost control; it reminded him of his stepfather. But this was over his threshold of forgive and forget right now. He knocked someone's shoulder as he entered the tent and didn't even apologize, finding an empty table to stew at and slamming his gear down in vexation.

Tenzou watched Iruka stomp into the room with interest. It was bizarre to see the usually shy, meek man looking like he was homicidal, the usually cute tan face scowling darkly as the pearly white teeth ground together. He nodded and excused himself from the table he was at. "Hey Iruka you ok?" he said as he sat down beside Iruka "It's just a game, you know that. What's got you so..." Tenzou searched of the right words, "out of character." He finished turning so he was mostly facing Iruka; he tried to keep his face light but he was rather worried on the inside.

Iruka turned his fierce brown eyes which had wooed Tenzou earlier to look into the concerned navy pools. "It's not actually that out of character, sir. I just don't get this mad that often."

The navy eyes widened and he looked at the almost terrifying imitation of his Iruka. "It's just a game, Kiddo. Really not worth all that."

Iruka's hands balled into fists on the table top and his muscles began to shake they were pulled so tightly. "I'm not angry that I'm out of the game, Sir. I'm furious about what he did. That was wrong. Gods, it was dirty of him to play me like that!"

Tenzou looked around at the other soldiers some had looked over at Iruka's outburst; he gave a sharp warning glare to those who dared to catch his eye. He turned back to the normally sweet man turned cold and cynical. "I don't really know what you’re talking about but judging from the paint colour on your shirt 'he' refers to Namiashi. What happened?" When Iruka's fists clenched even tighter he placed a discreet hand on Iruka's knee. "If you want we could go outside and talk about this."

Iruka only realized that his testosterone riddled body had spread his legs in invitation when Tenzou's eyes widened in shock. Snapping out of his disgruntled mood he blushed scarlet and placed his hand on top of Tenzou's on his leg while pressing his knees back together. "Uh, yeah, that would be good, sir." He stood up and walked towards the front of the tent, hoping to avoid talking about his little sexual slip. One taste of sexual stimulation had somehow created a monster, though a very shy monster. His closet pervert was firmly wrapped away as he saw a man littered with purple paint standing at the death toll desk where he had been just moments ago and his eyes grew dark again, remembering what this was all about.

Tenzou was shocked by all of Iruka's actions since he walked into the mess hall, but the spreading out his legs had him completely off kilter, had the innocent seeming man really invited him to touch more; Tenzou gave an internal head shake, 'Of course not Iruka isn't like that, my mind was just playing tricks,' he tried to convince himself. 'Oh yeah then how do you explain him snapping his knees together and his flushed cheeks?' His internal monologue was silent for a moment while he considered that 'I don't' he concluded and let the thought be.

He placed a strong hand on Iruka's shoulder when he saw the man tense upon seeing another purple coloured soldier. "Come on we'll go around back and you can tell me what dick head stunt he pulled on you," he said in a tone comradeship. There were a few soldiers milling about talking about their experiences in the game, Tenzou skirted Iruka around them to the back of the mess tent; he grabbed a couple crates and set them across from each other. He motioned Iruka to one as he sat on the other.

Settling his weight down on the crate, Iruka decided that would require him to look at the older man and immediately jumped up and began pacing. "Well, we still had the whole unit and were making our way over to the sandcastle," he started, pointedly looking everywhere except at Tenzou. "When we heard someone call for a medic." Tenzou let out a loud groan but didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt Iruka. "They tried to tell me not to go but I didn’t listen. He was injured yesterday so I thought he might have taken a hit to his burns or something. So I went and as you can see he shot me, shot me point blank. I didn't even see it..." He trailed off as he realized that that was exactly what he'd done to Tenzou. "That wasn't really the worst part though. He flat out told me that he used my 'weakness' against me. I didn't know my wanting to help injured comrades was a weakness. I'd like to see how much he dislikes my weakness when he gets hit for real!" It had been quite the rant for him and he hadn't stopped moving the entire time. His body was flooded with agitation and his hands were clenching into fists at his sides when they weren't gesturing emphatically.

"Iruka for goodness sakes stop pacing, you're making me dizzy," Tenzou said a bit sharper then he meant to. "Sorry," came his quick consolation. "Please come sit," he requested while patting the crate next to him, "I can completely understand why that angered you so much, and even more so cause you don't know Raidou like that rest of us. If you sit down and stop making it feel like my crate is going to tip over I'll explain what I mean."

Sighing, the brunet grudgingly plunked himself down on the crate. He pulled his feet up onto the box when his knee brushed Tenzou's and left his skin tingling. He wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees, looking at Tenzou as if wondering just how interesting this story was going to be.

"Lieutenant Namiashi is a very intense man, Iruka; his mind, only seems to work in two ways and one of the ways he doesn't let anyone know about. The first and obvious is WAR. He was made and molded to be a soldier, which is the only life he’s known since he was 16. He didn't go to school before then either so all his knowledge is built upon the military. He is a damn intelligent man and it has all been focused into making him an efficient killer. Today he was not your comrade he would not be able to see it that way. He was told that you were his enemy that he was to take out everyone in the camp if he could. What he did to you today he would have done to an enemy in a heartbeat. He can get trapped in the game and act like it truly is war, but if he spoke to you at all Iruka it means he hasn't gone that far yet. He is a scary man but if you are on his side he won’t hurt you. He is in this camp because Captain Hatake is known for being able to control the wildest soldiers." He gave a long sigh thinking of the horrible life the large man lives in. "I was able to see that there is a real person trapped inside Raidou when we were in the hospital together, me for my back and him for his burns. When he was drugged there was a real person in the bed next to me, he talked and acted like a man not a weapon. He doesn't believe he has the right to be a man that he can only be the tool of war they made him. Not many saw him that way, just me, Captain Hatake, Doctor Tsunade and the nurse you saw his conflict with today, Rei Mitokado. When he was on less drugs and more himself he noticed that Rei was treating him differently and it made him mad that he had show such weakness that a woman would take pity on him. He tries to distance himself from me as well but I don't let him and I don't treat him any different than I always did because I know that this is what he wants... needs." Tenzou starred off into nothingness.

The haunted and distant look in the navy eyes when he spoke about his time in the hospital made Tenzou look a little cracked. Not broken but not quite whole either and the look disturbed him but settled his flaming nerves. He reached out and squeezed Tenzou’s shoulder bringing the older man back to attention. "Let me get this straight? He was so terrible to that nurse this morning because she was nice to him?" When Tenzou nodded Iruka let out a low whistle and wrapped his arms around his knees again. "Wow. Is that why he was so cold to me? I mean...I know we weren't really friends but it...kinda seemed like he wanted to be. Then he was so..." Iruka threw up his hands again and moved to stand up, very agitated again.

"Sit down Iruka." Tenzou snapped again then in a gentle tone added, "Please. You could make a hippie stress with all that pacing."

Iruka gave a little chuckle at the mental picture of a drugged out hippy wringing his hands as paranoia set in and sat down on the crate pulling his knees back up to his chest.

"Iruka he does want to be friends, he just doesn't want to admit it to himself, it would mean that he cares and has something to lose. It is hard to be a weapon if you are worried about who you could lose in doing your job. He likes people like us a lot, Iruka. The gentler type of people the ones who can see the world for what it is and still be good kind people, he envies us. You, me... Izumo, we are all what Raidou truly wishes he could be; but can never be. He is unfamiliar with kindness and I think it scares him a bit so he lashes out and hides it all behind an even stronger wall. I'm sure he believes that if he shows kindness or caring then someone will use it against him the same way he used it against you." Tenzou looked at Iruka with sad eyes, "I don't except you to like him Iruka, but if you could consider what I told you and try and find a way not to hate him."

Iruka's eyes were wide as he thought about himself before basic and about Raidou now. There weren't many similarities except for the loneliness, the desperate desire for some form of human interaction but no idea how to go about getting it. He felt his eyes start to water and batted his eyelashes a few times to make them subside. "Of course. I don't think I could hate him knowing all that." Sighing Iruka looked around before remembering what Tenzou had said at the beginning of the conversation. "So what’s the second thing?" The older man arched an eyebrow in question so Iruka clarified. "You said there was two ways that his mind works, what's the second?"

Tenzou let out an amused chuckle "Well this is more important to keep secret than anything else I've told so far..." He turned his face serious pushing to point into Iruka. When Iruka gave a quick nod of understanding he continued "Fish" was his one simple word answer.

"WHAT?" Iruka blurted with an adorable twist to his features.

"Fish, that man knows more about fish and fishing than anyone I've ever met. Apparently he was raised to be a fisherman before he was turned into a soldier." Tenzou said a smile pulling at one side of his mouth, "What a different man he could have been if that was the life he lived now."

Iruka gave a thoughtful chuckle and grinned at Tenzou. "Fish, huh? Who'd have thought?" Tenzou chuckled too and pulled the brunet to his feet, wrapping and arm around the bronze shoulders and steering him back towards the front of the mess tent, Iruka's arm tentatively coming up to rest along the small of his back and giving the tiniest of squeezes.


Hayate looked at Neji to see if it was still all clear behind them before moving behind the crates by the ammo tent. They pressed their backs up against the wood, Hayate trying to suppress his cough from the sprint. As they were sitting there he heard footsteps and peeked through the gap in the crates to see Genma poke his head out from behind a tent and signal his team to move. He watched Genma move, cautiously but gracefully, a true soldier. It pulled at Hayate's gut at how close their little group was. They were the dream team, excelling ahead of everyone around them. Even though he'd made corporal he still felt behind the privates. Iruka was a skilled medic and Kotetsu and Izumo were the perfect fighting duo. It was jealousy, pure and simple. He wanted to be a part of their group, to be close like they were, to be recognized for being skilled like they were.

Then Genma waved and Hayate's heart stopped as Kotetsu and Izumo darted out too. 'Always together...but not together anymore. They have to work together but...' His train of thought was interrupted as Kotetsu pulled Izumo behind the tent but didn't release the hand. Hayate watched Kotetsu's thumb stroke the pale hand and his eyes darkened.

"Let's move,' he said to Neji as he moved to a new position where he could watch the trio. Genma was about to signal them to move again when he heard a cry of someone getting hit from not too far away. He gritted his teeth as one of Kotetsu's strong arms wrapped around Izumo's waist and pulled the slightly taller man close to his body, as far behind the cover as they could get.

'How can he still touch that slut and not cringe? He's too good for that dark haired tramp.' His fingers tightened on his rifle as he thought about eating meals with Kotetsu when they'd been broken up. There hadn't been much conversation but Kotetsu had been kind even though his heart was broken. Which led Hayate to the more confusing question, how could anyone cheat on Kotetsu? The spiky haired man was intelligent, caring, sexy...so sexy! Hayate was a little taller than both men and he knew what it was like to be looked down on. But Kotetsu was so strong and had such a commanding presence that he didn't seem five and a half feet. He could easily hold his own in every situation and scare the pants off someone a foot taller than him if he wanted to. But Kotetsu was kind. Hayate admired the way that the spiky haired man treated Izumo so beautifully, bringing him breakfast and sharing secret looks and jokes that only they knew about but always treating his uke like a man. Never belittling the slut or treating him like the woman in the relationship.

Sexy, powerful, considerate Kotetsu, pressed up against his ex like everything was alright again. A chilling thought ripped through him. Was everything alright with them again? Had he missed his chance to talk to Kotetsu about how he feels? Growling he lifted his rifle and aimed for Izumo, his finger tightening on the trigger.

Bam! Bam, bam, bam!! He looked over at Neji who had two purple stains on his shirt. Reaching to his back where he'd just felt the impacts, Hayate pulled back his fingers to find them covered in paint. "Shit." Out of the corner of his eye he saw the hulking form of the first lieutenant dart to another position, following the dream team towards the sandcastle. Sighing he slumped against the crates and looked at Neji, whose pale eyes seemed to have seen what was going through his head.

"Come on, Hayate. Let's get out of the line of fire." Taking the extended hand he clapped the younger man on the back and gave him a weak smile. Though he didn't really feel it he told Neji that they'd done fairly well as they headed to the safe zone. His mind couldn't help but go back to Kotetsu. He'd been hoping that the desert conditioning would give them a chance to get closer, maybe finally give him a shot at the man's affections. Smiling a little to himself he decided that maybe it still could. Izumo wouldn't be there to get in the way.

The trio moved from behind their sandbag shelter on Genma's command and took off for the sandcastle entrance when an imposing figure stepped out in front of them. 'How the fuck did he get ahead of us?!?' Genma wondered as he and Izumo started back to their cover, leaving Kotetsu who was leading the charge in the line of fire.

"Move it, Spike!" Genma called out, glancing over his shoulder but he knew it was too late. With a sadistic glint in his eyes Raidou stepped closer to Kotetsu and pulled a pistol out of the back of his pants and aimed at Kotetsu. Izumo let out a terrified wail and raced back to his lover, trying to protect him with his body but Kotetsu could feel the killing intent pouring off Raidou’s tense form. Grabbing Izumo by the shoulders he tossed the younger man as far away from him as possible, not wanting his lover to be hit by a bullet passing through him, knowing there is no way for him to escape Raidou. His sad eyes locked with Izumo's terrified saucer like gaze and he saw the soft pink lips open in the horrified scream of 'NO!’

Blam.

He felt the impact on the back of his head, liquid splattering his neck and ears and sinking into his hair. Silence and for several seconds Kotetsu could only wonder why he wasn't dead.

Blam. Balm. Two more shots to the back. It hurt but not like getting shot should, the voices around him were strangely muted as he felt the projectiles impact his body and he slowly turned to see Raidou walking forward eyes blazing with hate. His eyes locked on Raidou's terrifying gaze, hate pouring from the man's soul, before dropping to the gun in the large hands. 'A paint ball pistol?' Blam. A hit to his gut. Blam, a hit to his heart. Blam blam blam, three to the forehead. It all happened so quickly, so precisely, the dark assassin stepping out to take down the rebel leader, forgetting about everything other than eliminating his target.

"Raidou! No! Stop it stop it, Raidou!" Izumo screamed, struggling to get out of Genma's grip and get to Kotetsu. The blond pinned him with his knee though and shouted at Raidou too, the proximity of the two men getting too close for his comfort.

"Lieutenant! Raidou! For fuck sakes!"

Standing up, Genma took aim and shot Raidou in the chest, his eyes widening when the giant’s crazed attention turned on him. Raidou's eyes locked on his new target as his hands mechanically dropped the magazine out of his gun replacing it with a full one. Realizing that Raidou's head was not in the game, Genma kept firing his rifle and moving away from Izumo, hoping to draw lunatic away from his team. Giant just kept moving forward, not even flinching as shot after shot hit him in the chest, torso and legs. He even took one off the cheek only to turn his face back from the whiplash to lock deadly eyes with Genma again.

The blonde’s rifle made a sick clicking sound signifying that he was out of ammo. Glancing down at his gun he reached back and dug into the pouch on his back hip and grabbed another pack of paintballs, clumsily trying to fit them in his gun. "Namiashi, for fuck sakes, snap out of it!" He watched as Raidou raised his gun for an obvious headshot and braced himself for the shock of the bullet hitting his face.

A shrill cry of pain and surprise made them both turn to Izumo, who had moved to Kotetsu's side but was cradling his head and chest which were covered in red paint, giving a very intense visual of real wounds. Izumo whimpered and cradled his now severely bruised temple, the shot having hit very near where the rubber bullet had.

Raidou turned to face his lover of a single day. "Izumo?" Kakashi's red paint was splattered over the small mans chest and shoulders, making him look like a casualty of war. He turned his gun on the Captain as he stepped from behind the supply cabin; side stepping his way over toward Izumo. Kakashi had to admit he'd taken a certain satisfaction in taking out the man who had stolen one of his toy's attention but that had been nowhere near as important as keeping Raidou from messing up his beautiful new pet's face.

"You're dead, Namiashi, game's over for you," Kakashi said bluntly. Raidou looked down to Izumo in the sand now hovering over his black haired lover, 'blood' covering his tight, lithe frame. Raidou's face turned again to rage and he took aim on the Captain. "You shot him!" Raidou snapped, his voice shaking but his hands steady.

"It's a game Raidou. Remember that," the Captain said with a firm tone but Raidou just snarled, his finger moving to the trigger. "NAMIASHI! Put down your weapon! It's a fucking game. This is why we lock up your paint; you keep forgetting it's a game. Don't make me lock up your guns too. This is not real war Namiashi. Lower your weapon NOW!"

Raidou's out stretched arm began to tremble, the gun shaking in his grip. "NOW NAMIASHI!" Kakashi roared one last time, his rifle changing targets from his lieutenant to Izumo. The scarred man's eyes went wide and Raidou lowered his arm and dropped his gun, falling to his knees with his hands behind his head. He looked up at Izumo, wondering if the petite man knew that he'd been captured for him. He watched as the man took off Kotetsu's eye gear and wiped the purple paint off the pale forehead before it dripped in the black eyes. Paint, Kotetsu, Izumo...the game. Izumo was Kotetsu's and he'd gotten caught up in the game again. The beautiful man's eyes rose to his creating a shockingly disturbing image of fear. 'I'm going to have fucking nightmares about that moment for weeks,' he thought as Izumo winced and clutched a little tighter to his lover, the red paint on his body looking so close to the colour of blood that it made his stomach churn.

"Are you back with us, Namiashi?" Kakashi asked in a commanding voice, his body rigid and ready to move if the lieutenant moved.

Raidou pulled his gaze from the painful scene of Izumo and Kotetsu to look back to his Captain with clear eyes. "Yes, Sir." He could see the anger and disappointment in Kakashi's eye and knew that he'd pay for this little incident.

"We'll be dealing with this later, Namiashi."

"Yes, Sir," Raidou replied, his eyes flitting momentarily back to Izumo before he dropped his chin submissively in shame.

Kakashi's gaze shifted to catch Genma's eye he gave a rather playful smile. "But for now I still have a game to play," and in movement to fast to be real he was gone; ducking back behind the cabin and gone to continue his game.

The blond sergeant groaned at not even thinking about taking out Kakashi when he was standing right in front of him but the situation had been quite tense and he hadn't really been thinking about the game. He moved over to his teammates and carefully inspected where they'd been hit. "Are you okay?" Kotetsu looked a little worse for wear having been hit so many times, three times in the face and Izumo was massaging his temple which had given him a spectacular headache. They both nodded that they were alright though and Genma smiled in relief. "Get Iruka to look you both over when you get to the mess tent." Standing up he glanced from Raidou to the shed Kakashi had disappeared around and back to Raidou who was still kneeling with his head bowed. He didn't want to leave them there but he hated to think about Kakashi picking him off because he lingered.

"Go ahead, Gen. We'll be okay," Izumo whispered and gave a small encouraging smile. Genma ruffled his hair making him groan and clutch his head before rushing off into the sandcastle to find a good position to wait for Kakashi.

Raidou's gaze turned back at the groan from Izumo. He watched as Genma raced off for the sand castle. He pushed himself up to his feet now starting to feel to stiffness from getting shot so many times at close range. "Izumo are you alright?" He asked in a calm reasonable voice all trace of madness gone. He swallowed a bit of pride and continued by asking "Are you both ok?" He walked slowly toward them not wanting to spook them remembering clearly the look in Izumo's eye last time they had been trained on him.

Izumo hadn't been paying attention to Raidou but Kotetsu hadn't taken his eyes off him since he'd first stepped into their view. Izumo was leaning over him, gently wiping paint off his face and hair when he saw the monster stand up. His grip on Izumo's pants tightened and the dark eyes of his lover turned to the hulking man who was slowly moving towards them.

Heart pounding in his chest, Izumo watched as Raidou moved closer, his eyes were normal again but fear still pulsed through his tight body. Their eyes locked for a minute and he saw a flash of hurt race across Raidou's face as he halted but he didn't really care, not after what had just happened. He rolled on top of Kotetsu, using his body as a protective shield. "Go away! Just leave us alone!" he screamed into Kotetsu's shoulder. Even when Kotetsu tried to pull him up, telling him that it was okay and it was over, he remained glued to his lover's body, his fingers wrapped tightly in the fabric of Kotetsu's wifebeater and the dark, paint matted hair.

'He truly sees me now. He sees me for what I truly am a monster. I was born of a monster's blood and so I will be that monster. I can't be anything else; there is nothing else to me. I am that monster that reflects in his eyes.' Raidou took a step back from Izumo was the weight in his heart being too much for him he falls. 'Even the monsters in movies know enough to run from that one person you could care about before you've killed them.' He rolled over to kneeling, "I promise I will. I'm sorry Izumo." He pushed himself back to his feet slowly and lumbered toward his private tent.

It was a couple of minutes before Izumo loosened his grip on Kotetsu enough to pull back and look at his lover's paint splattered face. Tears landed on the pale skin of Kotetsu's cheeks as he finally released all the emotion that the past few minutes had built up in him. "Oh gods, Ko, I thought he was going to kill you! I thought..." He crushed the shorter frame to his body again and began to sob and spew incoherent half phrases. "I'm so sorry. You're eyes...the way you looked at me. You thought it too. Oh gods! I don't want you to go. I don't ever want to be apart from you again." His grip tightened as a hand began to gently stroke the back of his head, his tears continuing to roll down Kotetsu's neck.

"Baby, I thought it was real too, and the only thing I could think of was getting you away so the bullet that passed through me wouldn't hurt you. I was sure he was going to take you from me for good this time." Kotetsu pressed his lips to Izumo’s "Babe, I know I said I needed time but I don't. I don't think I ever did. I love you so fucking much. I never want to be away from you either." He was rambling so fast it would have been incoherent to anyone except Izumo who was use to sorting out his lovers rushed words. Kotetsu kissed Izumo hard wrapping his arms around the tight frame "Gods baby, I love you so much." Kotetsu's hands were everywhere at once, touching his love where ever his fingers could reach, re-memorizing every inch.

"Oh, Ko," Izumo whispered, not able to articulate how elated he was to hear that. Rolling onto his back and pulling Kotetsu on top of him, he mashed their lips together again in a kiss of pure passion and adoration, a kiss of celebration for being one and of relief that they both were alive and in love again. When he wrapped his arms tight around the ripped body, Kotetsu growled in pain. Now that he was out of danger he could feel the welts all over his body stinging intensely under Izumo's arms. The chestnut haired man didn't relent his grip though, holding onto Kotetsu as hard as ever. "I'm sorry, Baby, but I just can't let you go yet." Feeling Kotetsu begin to nuzzle the side of his face he moved one hand to the back of the dark, paint splattered head. "Never again. I'm never letting you go again. Not ever. You'll never have to doubt how much I love you because I'll tell you and show you every day."

A loud pleasure filled groan erupted from Kotetsu at Izumo's passionate words. "Oh Babe, I want to make love to you so badly right now," he mashed their mouths together in a steamy kiss, after a couple minutes he pulled away with a gasp. "Fuck, I want you so much. But we can't, babe, not here and not now." Kotetsu forced himself to say every few words interrupted by small pecks and kisses. "Come on we should get back to the mess hall, I want Iruka to look at your head. I can't believe that Captain would shoot you right where you already had a wound. But then again I can't believe a lot of things about this camp and the people who supposedly run it." There was a touch of bitterness in his voice with the last of that sentence.

Izumo finally released his death grip on his boyfriend's body and cupped the handsome pale face. "The glasses took most of the hit. I don't even have a headache." He shot the man a weak smile but when Kotetsu's face didn't lighten he stretched his neck up and very softly pressed their lips together. "Please don't be angry right now, Baby. Please just smile for me, I missed your smiles so much. Please just be happy for us right now." He wanted to bury his face into his lover's neck like a child but instead he held the black gaze, his fingers ghosting over the skin of Kotetsu's face.

Kotetsu did smile he couldn't hold it back while staring into those pools of black knowing that they were his once again. "I am happy for us baby. The only way I could be happier is if we get back to Iruka so he can tell me you will be alright and that another blow to the head won’t make you anymore brain-dead." He regretted the unintentional low blow right away when Izumo's face dropped to a hurt look. "Oh, baby, I didn't mean it like that. I wasn't even thinking that. I didn't mean you went with him because of a knock to the head or that you were..." He could see now what his lover had read into his words "Baby, I was just trying to make a joke like we always used to when I was in university, about me having the brains ‘cause I fucked yours all out. Oh, Babe, you know I didn't mean to make it sound like that; don't you?" Kotetsu cuddled Izumo close sitting up more so he could tuck the slightly taller man's head under his chin.

A deep sigh was the only discontentment Izumo released. Kotetsu's brain had always tested better than his for school. But while Kotetsu could tell you how to solve complex math equations, the entire musculature of the back and the ins and outs of the nervous system Izumo was the one with all the organizational skills and the passion for literature. Even though their areas of expertise were different so their IQs were tough to compare, Izumo had always felt dumber than the older man, just over all like he wasn't worthy of Kotetsu. Kotetsu who was the varsity all-star athlete, valedictorian of his year, charming, popular, special in every way. He'd always felt like he hadn't measured up to his lover. In high school he was cute when Kotetsu was sexy, even being so short. After that he was working a job while Kotetsu was studying for a career. He hadn't let it bother him often, especially after he'd grown up a little bit more from being a teenager. He was supporting both of them for the most part and he was so proud of his lover for how brilliant he truly was.

"I know, Baby. Of course you didn't mean it like that. It's okay. Let's go get my head looked at." He paused and ran his fingers over the purple forehead and the back of Kotetsu's head. "Yours too." Kotetsu pushed himself off the ground and pulled Izumo up with him, entwining their fingers as they headed towards the mess tent.

Kotetsu was put off by Izumo's silence and after a few minutes of neither of them saying anything Kotetsu pulled them to a stop. "I love you, baby. I didn't mean to..."

He was cut off as Izumo's lips descended on his and the long thin arms wrapped around him. When their lips parted Izumo was smiling softly, looking at him with such adoration. "Enough, love. It's forgotten."

"I love you baby" Kotetsu said with a contented sigh. They walked back to the mess tent holding hands and talking about nothings.


Iruka smiled up at Tenzou as they chatted outside of the tent. The man had an amazing ability to make him feel content and wanted. The soft smile the lieutenant was sending him made his cheeks flame as his eyes traveled to the soft lips that had been against his just two days ago. He watched them move as Tenzou spoke and the overwhelming desire to feel them again gripped him. A fierce heat tore through his body as he covertly inched forward, chuckling at the appropriate places in the story the older man was telling. He tilted his head and licked his lips invitingly, hoping that he was sending the right signals. But Tenzou seemed oblivious. What did he have to do to get the man to want to touch him?? He was gathering the courage to go for it when a paintball whizzed past them, a little too close for comfort. Suddenly he was wrapped up in strong, protective arms and Tenzou was yelling at a couple of privates that were ten yards away from them, playing with their rifles.

"Hey you little shits! Put those away now!" he roared out. When the soldiers sheepishly lowered their guns called out a not so convincing 'sorry' and wandered away, Tenzou pulled back from Iruka just enough to look down into chocolate eyes, with a blush to his cheeks. "Hey sorry," Tenzou looked a little sheepish himself. "I'm sure you didn't need me to protect you from some paint balls it was just a reflex." With a tilt to his head Tenzou gave a guilty smile "You ok though?"

Iruka barely registered the question as he felt the heat pouring off Tenzou's body. The hairs on his arms stood on end and his knuckles were white from his grip on Tenzou's shirt. The kind navy eyes looking at him with question he did what felt most natural, he leaned into the broad chest and pressed the bridge or his nose up against the warm neck.

Tenzou's brows furrowed and he pulled the brunet into him tightly. "What's wrong Kiddo?......Iruka? What's going on? Talk to m..." His words cut of as a small whimper pulled from Iruka and he carded his hand into Iruka's unrestrained hair. 'Gods, what’s wrong? What has him so spooked?' He was about to ask again when he felt hands slide up his back forcefully before sliding back down to the top of his pants where it pressed against his tailbone, dangerously close to his ass. Hot breath spilled in quick gasps over his throat and collarbone and he felt Iruka begin to nuzzle the sensitive skin of his neck.

Iruka's muscles were pulled tight and his hormones were raging as he slowly moved his hands over Tenzou's back. He wasn't thinking, just reacting to having his whole body pressed against someone else. And not just anyone, against Tenzou Daiki. He pulled back enough to slide his nose along Tenzou's jaw and up to his ear. His breathing was ragged and tickled the tender cartilage as he pressed a little more firmly on the lieutenant's back, pushing their pelvises together. "Tenzou..." The word was a sultry whisper he hoped conveyed his desire. His lips moved upwards brushing against the older man's earlobe before he pulled back and ran his parted lips over the muscular neck again, never bringing them together to kiss and never allowing his tongue to dart out to taste the sweat glistened skin. Still it would be impossible to misconstrue his actions, especially with his now straining member pressing against Tenzou's crotch.

Tenzou's heart was beating so hard in his chest he was sure it would crack a rib, 'Oh gods, he's so close, he's hard. Oh gods, the hands. Does he really mean this; is this really what he wants from me?' The older brunet released a whimpering moan when his name was whispered in his ear, 'Fuck whispered, that was purred! Oh gods it sounded like sex.' Tenzou wrapped his arms tight around Iruka, pulling him closer so his body couldn't move against him in such a sinful way. He wanted it; he wanted Iruka, but not yet, not in this way. 'Oh shit, I can't pull away! I can't, it feels so good. He feels so perfect and he's touching me so wonderfully. But this isn't right yet, we hardly know each other. Ungh, I have to find a way to stop...' Tenzou nuzzled his nose to Iruka's hair taking in the smell. 'Must stop…but he's so perfect. He wants you; he's touching you, but why?' Tenzou's mind started to question Iruka's actions. 'This is too soon. He's been under a lot of stress the past few days and the adrenaline from today it just has him riled up. He doesn't really mean this, we'll both regret it if we don't wait. Hell, you've only known him for three days, if you don't pull away...' His fingers slid up Iruka's back and into that silky hair while the other hand ran along the waist of Iruka's pants. 'Fuck, he feels so good, but it's too soon. It's wrong; you can't take advantage of him.' "Iruka? What are you..." he couldn't finish the sentence as Iruka’s hand rubbed over his ass. He leaned his head against Iruka's breathing hard trying to get his resolve under control.

Iruka's fingers subtly massaged the taught flesh of the taller man's ass. Even though Tenzou's grip around him was tight he clenched his cheeks and rolled his hips forward, grinding himself against Tenzou. His whole body was burning with desire as one of his hands found its way into the light brown hair. "Uh." The short little grunt of pleasure was high in tone and Iruka licked his lips, moving forward so their lips were centimeters apart and his lusty, lidded gaze was locked with the shocked navy eyes. "Tenzou," he whispered again, this time more need in the seductive voice.

Tenzou's eyes fluttered shut at the sensual sound of his name on Iruka's lips once again, he wanted this delicious man, but it was too soon for them to feel this way. He wanted to kiss those lips that were too close not to, but at this moment he didn't think it could be stopped at just a kiss. It wouldn't be right for them to go further at this stage in their relationship. 'Oh fuck his lips are so close I can feel his breath' "Iruka, we can't, this isn't right for us yet..." Tenzou's hand that was in Iruka's hair slid around to cup the mocha coloured chin and jaw sliding his thumb over Iruka's lips. "I want to kiss you but I don't think I could stop myself there, not with how your touches are making my body react."

Iruka was impatient and too stubborn to take no for an answer so he stretched out his tongue and dragged it across the seam of the older man's lips, moaning a little at the taste. The soft lips parted for a moment and his tongue dipped inside the warm cavern. But even though it drew a lusty groan from Tenzou, his head was pushed away and the older man stared at him incredulously.

"Iruka," Tenzou looked deep into those chocolate orbs "What's gotten into you? You know it is wrong for us to do this, right?" Tenzou was very concerned about the way Iruka was acting. He had been sure the man had the same ideals as he did but wasn't sure what to think now. Of course he still really liked Iruka, that hadn't changed but he really didn't know what to think about the way the man was acting.

Iruka should have felt embarrassed but his body was dying for attention. 'WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME???' his mind screamed as the strong arms held him in place half a foot away from his desired position, pressed right against Tenzou's hard body. His mind was reeling with what the older man had said to him. 'Why is it wrong? We like each other; we're obviously attracted to each other. Why won't you fuck me?' The word fuck brought Iruka back to his senses. He didn't want to fuck this man; he wanted them to make love, slowly and passionately. It was too soon and Iruka turned his head away in embarrassment. When his eyes opened he saw Kotetsu and Izumo striding toward the front of the tent, their bodies covered with paint. He wrenched himself from Tenzou's grip, eternally grateful for not having to finish the conversation.

"Spike! Zoomer! Shit, Zoomer! Are you okay?" He raced to the younger man's side when he saw the red paint, mistaking it for blood. But the chestnut haired man just smiled and waved him off.

"I'm fine, Kiddo. It's just paint. Though we both got hit in the head." Iruka immediately started gently inspecting Izumo and Kotetsu, drawing his thumb across their 'wounds' carefully, some of the tension easing from his body. He was still very turned on but the idea of his friends hurt had his medic training kicking in. He gently pushed Izumo's hair aside to inspect his temple as Kotetsu rubbed his boyfriend's back.

"Raidou's lost it completely, Kiddo. I want you to stay away from him, ok. He is too dangerous. You should have seen the way he came out and shot me. I swear in his mind he had a real gun and was killing me. He shot me eight times 'Ruka. It's not good man, it's really not good." Kotetsu warned while Iruka examined his forehead.

“So I guess we need to check in, huh?" Izumo asked, wanting to change the subject. He wasn't really scared anymore, now that it was clear Raidou had calmed down, but Kotetsu seemed to be warning everyone away from the lieutenant. It wasn't that he blamed him but...it just felt wrong, maybe even unnecessarily cruel. They moved in front of the death toll table to give their names to Kakashi's secretary. Ms. E's eyebrows shot up when they stepped in her line of sight, taking in their paint splattered bodies and faces.
"And what did you do to get on Namiashi's bad side?" She asked Kotetsu before quickly changing her expression and flipping her hand to excuse what she had just said "Never mind." She shook her head slowly "It really doesn't take much. I think all sides of that one are his bad side." She marked another check beside Namiashi's name and ex-ed out Kotetsu's name as she continued offhandedly. "But wow he really riddled you, he must really dislike you."As she looked between the two men she realized that the one with Hatake's paint was the one Raidou was talking to this morning. Clarity sunk in and she realized why Raidou had a hate on for the Spiky haired raven, he was the shy one's boyfriend.
She looked flashing a professional smile towards Izumo, "I see Hatake got a nice sniper shot off one you." Her eyes held a proud glint, "He has always been an excellent shot and damned good at hiding." Her brows creased just slightly like she had been on the end of a hunt for a hiding captain. She looked back to the clip board and marked off the appropriate information. "I wonder if Namiashi will be able to score a shot on him this time. He's the only one who has." She looked up to the staring men again, "Hatake should just take him out early in the game give the others a chance to play. But as fair a Captain as he is; in his personal life he tends to play favorites. For reasons unknown he likes that stone cold Lieutenant."
"Well the lieutenant isn't going to have the chance to take out the Captain this year. He was taken out of the game by Sergeant Shiranui," Kotetsu voice with an edged tone.
Wren looked to him in surprise "The Captain was taken out of the game?"
Kotetsu's lips twisted with a smirk "Not the Captain. Lieutenant Namiashi was. He got shot six times."
"You're lying," Wren snapped before catching herself and calming her voice. "Raidou would not let himself get shot by a Sergeant."
Izumo nodded and wrapped an arm around Kotetsu's hips. "It's true. Rai...Lieutenant Namiashi was too fixated on Ko so he let himself get shot at least six times. Then the captain shot me but he let Genma go for some reason. He said the game wasn't over yet or something like that." Kotetsu didn't say anything but smiled knowingly. Apparently the captain did like to play favorites.
Wren's thin red brows shot right up almost to her hair line while listening to Izumo. "Well it seems I have missed a lot while I was away," she gave a shrug to her shoulders and went back to organizing her papers. "So much can change in a week. You boys have a relaxing afternoon then. There won’t be another day like this for a long while so enjoy it while you can." She didn't look back up to the young men, she just went on marking off that Raidou was out of the game and Sergeant Shiranui had scored a hit.
Kotetsu followed Iruka deeper into the tent, leading Izumo by the hand. He tossed a smile over his shoulder, unable to really express how relieved he was that he could call the smaller man his again. Soon they were settling down at the table with the rest of their platoon and diving hungrily into the chips and pretzels that were scattered in bowls around the room. Cold water was passed around and everyone took the time to laugh at Kiba for getting shot in the dick.
Tenzou gave a long sigh when he finally realized he had stopped breathing. Iruka had just run away, one moment that sexy body was rubbing against him -in a very explicit manner that was way too soon for their relationship- then it was gone. He stepped backward a couple of steps till his heels bumped into the crate he was looking for. He half stumbled half sat onto the crate, thrusting his hips up quick to adjust his painfully hard cock that had gotten caught in the folds of his pants and bent in an 'uncomfortable' way when he sat. Letting out a hiss when his hand stroked over his cock to move it he couldn't stop thinking about Iruka's body so close to his.
'Please gods give me the strength to resist that caramel coloured Adonis you sent to tease me,' he silently prayed. He took a couple long deep breaths to calm himself 'I want to be with him so badly but I hardly know him. It would be wrong for us to be involved physically right now... but he obviously wants it... does that mean he's does this often, is Genma wrong... no he is just worked up... but if I don't sleep with him and he remains worked up is he just going to find someone else to sleep with?' Tenzou's eyes when wide with the horrifying thought. 'Anyone of those bastards would snatch him up and use him for all he's worth. Fuck, what if Hatake takes interest... What do I do, should I sleep with him? No that would be wrong. I can't change myself and my ideals to keep him for making that mistake.' He got up and walked slowly around the tent he stopped when he could see Iruka again he was looking with a trained eye at injuries on his friends. 'Besides this is all just your mind rambling away, you truly have no idea what that man is thinking and have no right to judge his choices.' Tenzou let out another long sigh and walked back into the mess hall to sit with Asuma and his group that was how joined by Hayate and Neji baring multiple purple paint marks. 'Looks like Rai is really going all out today.'

Genma pressed his back against the climbing wall as red paint exploded around him. "Fuck! Now he has to be a hard ass?" He tried to shoot around his cover but Kakashi's aim was too good and he almost got hit before he had a chance to get a shot off. It hadn't taken long for Kakashi to come out of hiding to chase him. He would have liked to have a bit longer to get in a better position because even though the captain was shooting at him the man was fast. So fast that he could be in a completely different location by the time Genma had a chance to get a shot off.

There was a momentary break in the onslaught and Genma sprinted out of his protection even as shots erupted from behind him. 'How the hell did he get there so fast??? Oh, it's because he's not afraid because you haven't gotten a single shot hear him.' Tossing himself behind the hardened half walls of sand, Genma lifted his shoulders and started shooting at the place he thought Kakashi was last. 'I feel like a fucking fox and the hounds are closing in on me!!'

'Find a better spot to hide Shiranui; I can kill you from here' Kakashi thought as Genma's head popped up and he fired off a couple shots. The silver haired man smiled as they hit the corner of a wall ten feet away. 'You have to do better than that Sergeant.' Kakashi brought his gun up and took aim at the blond head. He fired and paint exploded over the wall right beside his mark. 'That should scare the shit out of him,' he mused. 'Time to move Shiranui' Kakashi narrated as he moved from his hiding place to one that had a better vantage point to take Genma out where he hid, 'If you are still there when I get to my new position you're dead.'

This time Genma heard Kakashi move, heavy but masked footsteps falling against the sand and the gentle hiss as the sand was kicked up behind him and fell back to the ground. In a flash he was up and running for new cover, not even looking back over his shoulder until he was behind one of the massive posts that held up the wire traverse. From his new position he could see the silver spikes as they poked out from Kakashi's hiding place. "Found you." He let off several shots to the spot before racing off to the rope wall and taking aim at Kakashi's next logical position. 'Come on...come on!' Paint exploded just above his left shoulder and Genma let out a very undignified squawk as he raced off for a new position. Kakashi had managed to get past the spot he was watching, out flanking him and taking him completely off guard.

'Better. Now keep moving, circle round. Stop being the prey and become the hunter,' Kakashi mentally encouraged his new toy, he loved the hunt and the better Genma got the more fun it is for him.

It went on for hours like that, Genma managing to stay half a step ahead of Kakashi and the silver haired Captain riding his ass, making the blond work harder than he thought his body could take, never giving him a break. Genma had gotten close a couple of times, keeping Kakashi on his toes just when the older man thought their game was getting boring but all in all Kakashi was on the upper hand. Getting tired of...everything; especially the tough pace Kakashi was setting. Genma darted out from his hiding place to one where Kakashi would have to cross an open space to get to him. 'It's time to end this.'

Kakashi was moving in behind a wind shield when he saw Genma run through an open area into a new hiding place, he raised his gun but wasn't quick enough. He fired just as Genma made the cover of an empty jeep, a splash of deep red paint hitting the canvas covered back right where Genma's head would have been. "You're backing yourself into a corner, Shiranui?" Kakashi shouted pressing his back against the wind shield.

Knowing Kakashi already knew where he was, Genma decided that it couldn't hurt to respond. "Maybe I'm not as trapped as you think, Sir. You're not going to be able to catch me either way." A taunt, which would draw Kakashi to him. If the captain had one weakness it was his desire to swiftly put smart mouths in their place.

Kakashi shook his head smirking at the obvious baiting that his little puppy is trying, "Are you sure that's a good idea, Sergeant? Do you really want to piss me off in this situation?"

Kakashi snapped open his ammo loader. 'Fuck, half dozen.' He shut the top and got himself ready to move. "Hey Shiranui, you bored yet?" Kakashi called out. He waited for a reply but only got a non committal grunt in return. "I say we end this quickly. We both come out guns blazing." He gave a dry chuckle "I want my dinner already."

Genma smirked. If he hadn't known better he could have sworn Kakashi was trying to lead him out into the open for a reason. 'Is it getting that close to the end of the day? Have I done enough to impress him at this point? I'd sure love to win but it wouldn't be the end of the world losing to the captain.' "If that's what you really want, Sir." He moved to the front of the jeep and poked his head out so he could watch the open area that they would move into. "I'm ready when you are... If you think you can hit me that is."

"You little shit" Kakashi stepped out from behind the windscreen and fired off a round. It exploded with a splatter on the jeep near Genma but not quite able to hit him. "Get out here you little pussy" Kakashi shouted, thumping one hand on his chest and shaking his gun in Genma's direction, in the cliché angry war hero move. If he almost pulled it off but started to laugh at the ridiculousness of the scene. He was having too much fun he was going to end up shot, he smoothed himself back out with his gun ready for Shiranui to make his appearance.

"Ready or not..." Genma began firing as he rolled out along the ground, narrowly avoiding two of Kakashi's rounds. He kneeled and fired again but this time the silver haired man dodged. 'Here I come,' Genma finished in his head as they took off towards one another, guns raised. They both managed to get off two shots without being hit when instead of the compressed air whoosh that accompanied the paint balls Genma's gun just made a sickening click. Knocking the side of his rifle he saw paint had jammed up the slide from a leaky paint ball. Until he had time to wipe it out, his rifle was useless. He looked up at Kakashi who he could tell was smiling triumphantly behind his mask as the older man took aim. He held his breath and cheated to his right, watching Kakashi's gun barrel follow him. As Kakashi's finger tightened on the trigger he faked further to the right and then threw himself to the left, the red paint ball just whizzing past his ear.

"Mother fucker, you little shit" Kakashi laughed and leaped for Genma tackling him to the ground. They rolled in the sand a couple times before Kakashi could find purchase on top Genma. "That was my last shot" Kakashi had a wide smile on his face, so wide it could be seen through the bandanna he wore over the bottom half of his face.

Kakashi smirked down at the obviously stunned man. "When in a battle Shiranui, if you run out of bullets you use whatever you have to dominate your enemy," Kakashi purred as he ground his hips down against Genma's groin. He pulled his mask down around his neck so the dusty blond could see his mocking smirk. "So what are you going to do Genma? Are you going to take matters into your own hands?"

"Mmm, in a manner of speaking," Genma purred as he carded his hand in the silver spikes and mashed their lips together. He wiggled and rolled his hips underneath Kakashi, amazed that the man was responding the way he was during the middle of an exercise. He wasn't going to argue though. Kakashi's tongue was pushing aggressively at his and as the strong arms loosened around him from pinning to holding tightly he threw his weight to one side and rolled their bodies so that he was straddling the narrow hips, his ass pushing down against Kakashi's erection as he rocked back and forth, moaning as they ravenously kissed again.

Kakashi was not in a position he enjoyed. He did not like be on the bottom of anything. The way Genma's ass ground down on his hard cock made the slight flush of anger and panic fade into the waves of lust that washed over him from the movement. "Damn, you'd look great riding my cock" Kakashi commented with a pleased smirk. He reached up and grabbed the sergeant's hand placing something smooth within it, then he placed that hand palm down on his chest resting his on top of it. "You could win the game right here Shiranui, if you had the balls for it," Kakashi's voice was a seductive growl.

Genma looked at Kakashi with a dazed confusion. He didn't really care about the game anymore, though he did enjoy the fact that Kakashi thought he would look good riding his cock. Genma was inclined to agree with that statement. So why was Kakashi talking about winning the game at a time like this. He forced his mind to concentrate on his fingers which were pressing the round object into Kakashi's chest. As his eyes darted around and landed on his rifle and the scattering of green paint balls around it. 'The ammo clip must have broken open. So that means...' The hazel eyes widened as Genma realized that all he had to do was apply a little pressure and the paint ball under his hand would explode on Kakashi's chest making him the winner. He locked gazes with the captain who was for all intents and purposes at his mercy. 'What the fuck am I supposed to do? Does he really want me to take him out or is this some kind of test? Is he trying to see if he can trust me?' He rested his other hand over Kakashi's, feeling the plastic ball compress under the added pressure, his eyes searching Kakashi's for what he was supposed to do.

Kakashi's eyes flicked to the left to see the last edge of the sun disappear. "To late, Shiranui," he said returning his steely eyed gaze back to Genma, just as a screeching siren sounded once. Followed quickly by a sharp female voice. "Sun's down games over." there was a slight giggle the she continued, "Come get your dinner Captain I know you’re thinking about it." Ms. E's laughter was cut short as the mic clicked off.

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "Fucking woman," he cursed. His gaze fell back to Genma. "The game's over, Shiranui," Kakashi's smirked. "And you didn't lose." His hands slid away from Genma's hands on his chest to smooth over the young man's strong thighs hugging his sides. "Well done." His hands took rest on Genma's hips his thumb rubbing his stomach through his thin shirt. "You took out Namiashi. You are going to be a hero to the men now, Shiranui."

Moaning silently at the feel of the captain's hands on his body and the soft spoken words of encouragement. This was what made all the head trips and craziness worth it. It even looked like Kotetsu and Izumo had patched things so it felt right to indulge. "So what time do you want me tonight? We can give this position a try if you like." He ground his ass downward on Kakashi's crotch, a playful smirk crossing his face. "You can just lay back and let me do all the work." He didn't think it would take much priming to get Kakashi to want another piece of his ass but it never hurts to butter a man like Kakashi up or try to sweeten the deal.

Damn that did sound good, but there was no way he could allow Genma that much power. Genma didn't invite himself to Kakashi's tent. Kakashi told him when and if to be there. Genma did not assume to what Kakashi would or wouldn't like. But this was nice, this teasing flirting, he didn't want to ruin the calm it made. He would find another way to make his point then with his usual violence. He sat up slowly so Genma gently slid into his lap and onto the sand. "You truly are a slut aren't you Shiranui," Kakashi said in a bored tone. He started to walk away and toward the mess hall. "Have yourself a nice evening Sergeant," he added offhandedly pulling his mask back over his face. He tossed the paint ball he offered Genma up in the air and easily caught it again, holding it between finger and thumb he showed it to Genma before stuffing it into his pocket to remember the moment by and to remind Genma that everything he does is a test.

Genma stared in shock at Kakashi’s receding back, his mind not grasping what had just happened. In fact, what had just happened? They'd been flirting and kissing and Genma was anxiously trying to set up another time when they could do the same thing only without clothes. 'Then he just gets up and leaves? He calls me a slut and leaves? What the fuck? Did I do it wrong? Should I have taken him out? Why the fuck is this so complicated? He wants me. I want him. Why all the head games? You know what? Fuck him. I'm not going to play by his rules if he won't be straight with me.' Sighing Genma hauled himself to his feet and gathered up his stuff, following at a distance behind Kakashi. He had said that he would put up with a lot to be with the captain but it was getting a little ridiculous. He never seemed to do anything right...or at least not right enough. A smile did find its way to his face as he saw his teammates gathered together outside the tent waiting for him, giving a cheer when they saw he was paint free.



Hayate watched in longing as Ms. E got everyone's attention with the tallied up results of today's events. Since Raidou hadn't come back to the tent he was obviously out of the race so it meant that there was an obvious front runner. There stood Genma, flanked by his friends, waiting to be given the bragging rights for the day. Kotetsu had one hand on Genma's shoulder and the other firmly wrapped around that slut Izumo's waist. They were both smiling at each other and at Genma, Iruka pressed into the blond sergeant's side as they waited with baited breath for the results that everyone knew were coming.

"All right you little shits. Shut the fuck up," Wren snapped into the microphone. When all attention was on her she changed her tone to something sweeter and continued, "We have our results for the game," she waved the papers over her head. "Most points goes to Lieutenant Namiashi," she smile broadly and the crowd had a mixed reaction to that. Some making booing noises having been the ones that he shot and those with a curious reaction wondering why the man wasn't there if he hadn't been taken out of the game. The mumbling dropped out when Ms. E started to speak again. "But his points don't count because he was taken out of the game by this man." She pointed to Genma and waved him to the stage. "Sergeant Shiranui and his team Private Hagane, Private Kamizuki, and Private Umino, have won bragging rights for this battle."

The crowd erupted as for the first time in as long as most the seasoned officers could remember someone other than Raidou walked away from paintball with their heads held high. Hayate on the other hand was despondent. For him this was just another example of the dream team leaving him behind. He wanted so bad to be a part of their tight knit little group but he always seemed to be on the outside looking in, just like now. He watched as Genma tussled Kotetsu's hair and planted a kiss on the top of Iruka's head before clasping Iruka and Izumo's hands and raising them in the air, Izumo holding tightly to Kotetsu and doing the same. It was so hard to see them all so happy together, just like all through basic. He nearly choked as Izumo hopped off the stage right into Kotetsu's arms, planting a kiss on the shorter man's lips while being held off the ground. He wished that Kotetsu would smile at him like that, that soft tender smile that played on the thin lips as the spiky haired man lowered his lover to the ground.

"Hey." He looked to the side to see a lieutenant he didn't really know standing beside him. "Why the long face? Aren't you happy for your platoon mates?"

"Yeah, of course I am," Hayate said unenthusiastically.

Iwashi grinned broadly and clapped a hand on Hayate's shoulder, tugging him towards the entrance of the tent. "You look like you could use a drink, kid. How about we go see what we can scrounge up?"

With a last look at Kotetsu, Hayate nodded and allowed himself to be dragged away from the increasing action inside the tent.


Kotetsu watched the small group of women who had taken over the stereo for the time and had cleared themselves a dance floor. They were dancing together and even a couple of guys had been brave enough to join them. He looked back to his table and tuned back to the conversation. Genma was telling his side of the showdown with lieutenant Nobiashi. Kotetsu cringed 'Nobiashi? Really? Fuck how lame, he's making me act like a fucking kid,' Ko cursed in his head. He didn't want to hear about it again.
"Hey babe, you wanna dance with me? Show these people what dancing really is?" He gave a wide smile to Izumo as he leaned closer and took his hand.
How could your heart not race in your chest when a man like Kotetsu asked you to dance with a smile like that on his face? Grinning Izumo grasped the out stretched hand and allowed his lover to lead him onto the floor. 'I'd better soak this up while I can, soon every woman in here will want a shot at him...or at least a dance.' His nerves throbbed but his muscles relaxed as strong hands wrapped around his waist and he was pulled securely to Kotetsu's muscular chest and their feet started moving them in the complicated steps of a tango that worked well with the Latin hip hop on the stereo. Their eyes never left each other's as they moved, the eye contact in the dips and spins as hot as when they'd press back together again. Kotetsu, who was the much better dancer led most of the time but he insisted that Izumo lead the third song they danced. Luckily it was a swing tune which Izumo knew well so they still looked flawless moving together.
Smirking as he watched the antics of his two friends, Genma flopped down next to Neji and rested his arm on the narrow shoulder, his chin settling on his arm. "Aaah, young love. So endearing, don't you think, Pearl?" When Neji turned his pale eyes to him and shot him a stoic, no nonsense look and shrugged his shoulders Genma laughed and placed a playful lick on a patch of purple paint splatter on the pale cheek and rubbed it with his bandana. "You need to loosen up a little, Hyuuga. I bet if you pretended to have a little fun you might just end up having some by accident." He turned serious for a moment as he looked out over the growing group of dancers. "Our lives may be too short to be serious all the time."
Neji's pale eyes went wide for a moment before a small smile pulled at the elegant, pale lips. "I don't think you have a problem with that, Sir."
Letting out a great bark of laughter, Genma clapped Neji on the backing making him spill the cup of water he was holding. "You're probably right there. Well, smart ass, I hear you did pretty well today. You and Gekkou held out pretty long until Namiashi caught up with ya."
"Not as long as we could have I think but yeah, not bad," Neji sighed a little. 'If Hayate hadn't had such a hate on for Izumo we might have done better.'
"Well there's always next time. I'm gonna go grab us some water then you're going to dance with me." The pale eyes went wide as Genma turned his back.
"Sir! Sir, I don't dance!"
Genma just smirked and waved a hand without looking back. "You do now, Private."

Kakashi slapped a hand on Tenzou's back causing the second platoon Lieutenant to knock his forehead off Asuma's chin. They had been talking about ways to help the mutt improve. "So I hear you got taken out pretty early there Tenzou, and by a pair of big brown eyes no less," Kakashi mocked. He leaned against the high bar like table beside them and looked over the dance floor. "At least it wasn't another shot to the cock from Raidou," he commented flashing his eye back to the reserved lieutenant. But his eyes caught on a beautiful sight just off to Tenzou's left that stole all his attention. His puppy was laughing with his platoon. His bright smile and infectious laughter lightening those around him.
A growl almost escaped his lips when he saw his puppy lean over and lick that.... someone. He couldn't remove his eyes from Genma long enough to see who it was. His vision swam with greens and reds. Genma was his. He had thought he had made that clear to the young blond.
Kakashi said nothing to either Asuma or Tenzou as he walked away obviously on a mission. Genma was standing at the water station filling two glasses. Kakashi snatched his hand away from picking up the second glass causing it to tip over spilling over the table and splash on the floor splattering their pants with dark spots. Kakashi made pointed eye contact with Genma then glanced down to the knocked over glass with such force Genma's eyes couldn’t help but follow. It was only for a moment that they looked to the glass before Kakashi's one eyed stare was piercing right into his soul. "You obviously still have some lessons to learn. You know what time you have to be there."
Kakashi's hands tightened around the tanned wrist a bit tighter before releasing it and turning away, walking off into the crowd.
'What the fuck got into him?' Genma wondered as Kakashi walked away from him. 'First he says he doesn't want me, then he fucks the shit out of me, then he calls me a slut and tells me not to come tonight and now he wants me at eight again?' He scratched his head and cocked it to the side before shrugging his shoulders. Who could argue with results? He went to refill the second cup of water when a thought occurred to him. Was Kakashi jealous? Genma let out a single chuckle before covering his mouth with his hand. Kakashi was jealous of the fact that he was talking with Neji? Genma tried to list all the reasons that didn’t make any sense but ended up grinning and shaking his head. It didn't make any more sense than any other part of Kakashi which is why it was probably true. A small frown crept onto the handsome face as he moved back toward the Hyuuga who was watching his return. This could quickly turn into a problem. He was an affectionate guy. Despite popular belief he didn't really sleep around, not for a while now but he loved being close to people. He loved touching and hugging and even platonic kisses, that's just the way he was. But he was now seeing...well possessed but someone who didn't see all of that for what it was and felt threatened by it.
Neji nudged him with his elbow after several minutes of staring into space, asking Genma silently what was wrong. The blond just forced a smile on his face and shook his head, handing the long haired brunet the water and sitting back to observe the room contemplatively. Serious never had looked very good on him but he felt too stressed out right then to really smile.

Kakashi leaned against a table back over by Tenzou and Asuma that now had a bit more space between them to avoid any further injuries. He watched Genma as the two men talked. Watched as he handed off a glass of water to the young long haired boy, then lean back on his stool with a serious look on his face. Kakashi wasn't very happy about that either. He didn't have to watch his puppy flirting with the boy now but his eye candy had turned dull. He wanted to watch Genma laugh and smile. Was the man such a slut he couldn't smile unless it had something to do with sex?
Kakashi growled to himself which caused the two men with him to look over at him with raised brows.
"Is there a problem, Sir?" Tenzou asked.
He flashed his eyes to the unattractive lieutenant then back to the crowded room. "No of course not, Creeper." Kakashi smirked at the nickname once again, he liked that nickname it suited the quiet knowing man with the large droopy eyes. "How could anything be wrong with an evening like this?"
Tenzou's eyes widened at Kakashi's mocking tone. "Of course, Sir" he replied shrugging his shoulders obviously it wasn't important to the camp or the Captain would have told him.
Kakashi watched as Genma face light up when he received a hearty slap on the back from his short black haired teammate. His brows furrowed as he watched the blond Sergeant walk onto the dance floor with the young Private.

"Come on. Gen," Kotetsu said as he walked into the crowd with Genma. "It's not like you to look so serious at a party. And one where you are the man of the hour..." Kotetsu gave him a scrutinizing look as he moved into position to let Genma lead him through a dance. Placing his hands on Genma where the women normally would during this dance. It was Latin in feel and beat, something to get the blood flowing to steal Genma's mind from his troubles.
To be honest Genma was feeling on edge as he began to move his hips and his feet to the rhythm of the song. He was very slowly relaxing and it was very hard to frown when Kotetsu was grinning at you like that but he still couldn't shake the feeling that he was digging a deeper hole for himself with Kakashi. Even this, a simple dance between two close friends who had no interest in one another, would that be enough to throw the volatile man into a jealous rage?
When Kotetsu stuck out his tongue Genma couldn't help but laugh and started dancing in earnest. Their hips rocked and swayed in a beautiful synchronization and they even got a few whistles when Genma dipped the shorter man and pulled him flush to his body again. Soon Genma was grinning and laughing, his previous concerns with Kakashi long forgotten. When the song ended he immediately grabbed his next victim, this time an unsuspecting Iruka. They started doing some hip hop moves that Iruka had taught him and he was convinced he was too white to pull off. Iruka had spent a lot of his free time watching music videos so he had a good handle on the subtleties of the moves. They were soon joined by Izumo who informed them that the second Genma had let go of Kotetsu the horde of drooling women had descended. The three of them laughed as Genma and Izumo shuffled their feet and Iruka popped his back in a move that was so hot it made the women on the dance floor look positively lame.


Raidou let the empty glass that had a couple of minutes ago held scotch, roll out of his hand from where it hung to the floor off his bed. He had been laying on his bed basically since he got back to his tent he had only stripped down showered off, grabbed the bottle of scotch and a glass and laid down on his bed. Naked and drunk he stared at the tan cloth ceiling, his mind being exceptionally cruel to him replaying the horrified looks Izumo had given him. The way the small man clung to his even smaller boyfriend. Rai clenched his eyes shut, ‘So close...' he grit his teeth, 'So close to being my boyfriend.' He thought back to the night before holding Izumo close to him sharing stories about their lives, having Izumo ride him. He growled when he remembered being disturbed by that bitch nurse. "Damn it," Raidou roared as threw the scotch bottle at the wall of the tent it did not have the desired stress releasing crash he was hoping for instead it slid down the tent side to lay on its side slowly pouring its contents on the planked floor of the lieutenant's tent. He fell back to the bed, bringing his hands over his face. "So close, he had me so close to feeling human," Raidou said in a quiet disappointed tone.

Aoba'd been standing outside the tent when the mostly empty bottle of scotch had hit the canvas beside him. 'Well, it looks like he's in a good mood.' He was about to push open the flap when he heard the first lieutenant's voice. "He had me so close to feeling human." Aoba paused, not sure if this was a good idea anymore. Nothing more dehumanizing than the kind of party that the officers threw. On the other hand it would give the scarred man a chance to be around people. It couldn't be good for him to stay wrapped up in his own head so much.

Taking a deep breath and hoping that Raidou was out of things to throw, he stepped into the tent to see Raidou sprawled naked on his bed with an empty glass beside him on the floor.

"Well since you're done with your drink my timing is perfect. Put some pants on and come with me. You can take them off when you get to the OC." He tossed a pair of pants at Raidou and gestured for him to get up.

"Get the fuck out of my tent shit-head, I'm not going to your whore party," Raidou said when a dangerous edge to his voice. 'What would Izumo think if the next day I was fucking someone else, he would hate me...? What the fuck does it matter he already hates me and he's off fucking Kotetsu right now probably, both fucking each other till all trace of the monster that almost ended them is gone.' He growled at the internal monologue wreaking havoc on his... mind, self control, will power, heart... It was now almost a stead growl coming from the overly confused man.

"Nope, not going to happen. Anko already has a party favor lined up and Tonbo and Iwashi are out looking for more. We could have three this party; you're not sitting this one out." When Raidou didn't move Aoba sighed. "As usual you can come and drink and not touch anything if you don't want to. Come on, come watch the show and beat your meat with some company." He took a step back; afraid Raidou might jump up and snap his neck. He always did have problems thinking before he spoke and Raidou did not have much patience for...anyone. He took another step back when Raidou swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up to look him in the eye.

"The only reason you want me there is so you can have first pick of the party favors," he snarled. He stood and slowly moved toward Aoba regaining some of his strength in watching the lieutenant shrink away from him in fear. Maybe this is what he needed a night of body worship and ego boosting whispers and whimpers. Raidou towered over Aoba with an evil grin on his lips, "Let’s make a deal then Yamashiro, I'll come with you and you'll get first pick of the party favors, on one condition you give me your tight ass to do with as I please every night for the next week." Raidou reached around and squeezed Aoba's ass hard with his large hand to make more of a point.

The proposition was a tricky one. He wanted to be the first pick of the usually very pleasing party favors but the idea of Raidou fucking him silly, probably none too gently for a whole week was downright frightening. "Alright," he swallowed as the blood curdling smile widened, "with the understanding that if I'm too sore that you use my mouth instead and if you tear me the deal's off." 'If you tear me...' Like if was even a question when it came to the hunk of meat between the scarred man's thighs. He waited patiently while Raidou seemed to be thinking it over but relaxed when a small nod came from the older man as he grabbed the pants and pulled them on. 'VICTORY!!!!' his mind screamed as he contained the jump for joy and happy dance that his inner Aoba was doing. He'd have to make this night amazing to make up for how rough next week could be.

A couple minutes later they were entering the officer's tent and Aoba rushed off to get them drinks. God, he hoped the presents would be good. Chuckling, he lifted the two glasses and headed back to the scarred man who still looked disgruntled from his spot on the small loveseat. 'They're always good.'

Rai flopped down on the small love seat, his broad back and shoulders making the space for the second person quite a bit cramped, You would have to want to be cozy with the scarred man to sit there so most people left him be, that was why he usually took that spot. "I thought you said it was a party all I see is a lame threesome," he growled and leaned back with his arms over the back of the small couch.

Shimon walked over and handed Raidou the joint he was smoking. "Thanks man glad you think so highly of me," he said as Raidou took the offered joint "Smoke some of that and calm down then maybe you won’t be such a dick."

Raidou shifted forward in the couch and Shimon took a quick step back. A twisted smile spread over Raidou's features, "That's what I thought." He leaned back again in the chair placing one arm over the back of it while the other brought the joint to his lips. He took deep hauls holding it long before releasing it in a thick cloud. Shimon shook his head and walked back to the table he had the bag of weed on and sat down to roll another joint.

The tent flap flew open as Ebisu burst into the room, "Yes my friends the sex good is here!" He declared both arms rose in the air.

"You're right he is," Shimon said. "Aoba brought him he's sitting over there brooding."

Ebisu turned to see Raidou sitting in the love seat leaning back staring at the ceiling as he took long hauls from a joint. He moved over to sit on the far arm of the couch. "Hey there Namiashi, have I got a special treat for tonight. I was on leave last week and picked up this..." he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a zip lock bag of pills small tablets of pink, blue and green. Raidou rolled his head to look at the displayed baggie, and raised an eyebrow for clarification "Ecstasy, my friend. Beautiful, mind fuck inducing, ECSTASY!" Ebisu said excitedly. Raidou just rolled his head back to staring at the ceiling and puffing out smoke clouds.


Ebisu got up and walked over to Shimon and Aoba, "What the fuck is his problem?"

"At least he didn't try and make you shit your pants," Shimon said flashing a glare at the hulking form of Raidou.

Aoba backed up laughing, "That's because he wanted to make sure the way was clear before he fucks you into retardation."

"Fuck you, Yamashiro" Shimon snapped.

"What the fuck you bitches bellyaching about now?" Tonbo asked as he walked through the door a young, dark haired, bored looking man following close behind. The brunet who had his hair pulled up on the top of his head took a drag of his smoke and looked around the room.

"So what's the deal? We just getting wrecked or..." His word trailed off as Tonbo slipped a pair of white bunny ears on his head and gave an approving and lecherous smile.

"Take off your clothes, Private. The real party will get started when the rest of the guest get here. But for now we need to get you ready."

The young man's dark eyes went wide and the cigarette fell from his slack jaw. "Troublesome," he whispered making the whole room chuckle. But to everyone's surprise he complied and began shucking off his clothes. Soon he was standing naked in front of the five men who were studying him appraisingly.

"Not bad, Tobitake," Aoba said as he ran a hand along the slim shoulder blades, delighting in how soft the tan skin was. "Not bad at all." He licked his lips appraisingly, liking his options already. Shikamaru just looked bored, his posture slumped as Ebisu stepped up to him and ran a hand over his hip and gave a quick fondle to the young man's package. It wasn't until Lieutenant Tobitake started pulling items out of his bag that his eyes darted to the tent entrance, considering escape.

A butt plug and a fluffy bunny tail were placed on one of the coffee tables followed by condoms, lube, a collar and cock ring. "Troublesome," he grunted a little louder this time as Shimon picked up the collar and tail and began applying the glue to the fluff ball. "That better come off," he growled, resigning himself to what the night would hold for him. As he looked around the room he could see liquor, pot and what looked like a large pile of ecstasy. He hadn't been to a wild party in a long time and the past few days had gotten him wound up. He looked around the room again at the men who ranged from fairly good looking to dead sexy. This could be fun.

"For fuck's sake Tobitake it looks like your party favor will fall asleep before we even get to the fun," Raidou grumbled as he signaled for Shimon to make him another joint.

"He's not going to fall asleep man, he's just easy going," Tonbo defended with an edge to his voice. "Isn't that right, kid?" It was more of a warning then a question and the glasses wearing man took a firm grope of the brunet's balls.

"Whoa, it's a tent full of dicks, good thing I brought some pussy cause things might have got a little shitty if I hadn't," Anko laughed at her incredibly lame joke, as she entered the tent leading a dark brunette by the hand.

Raidou face twisted into a sneer as soon as he heard Anko's voice, it into a downright glare of hatred when he saw who her party favor was.

Rei looked around the room and then glared heatedly at her fuck buddy. "Anko, you are in so much shit right now!" She pulled the silk robe she was wearing a little tighter to her body and chewed the inside of her cheek to keep from yelling. "When you said you had something special planned for tonight this wasn't what I had in mind."

The only female lieutenant smirked at the petite woman's furious eyes and tight posture. "Just relax and show the boys the gifts I got you." She tugged at the navy robe, revealing that Rei was decked out in fiery orange lace underwear and bra and a fluffy foxtail swung from a red belt around her hips. Her usually restrained hair was loose around her shoulders and her long bangs were hanging down over the left side of her face. Lifting her hand she clipped a leash onto the ring on Rei's red, leather collar and gave a little jerk to test its strength and pull her toy in line. "Just enjoy, Rei."

Huffing, the brunette looked around the room again, her eyes landing on Raidou's intimidating glare. She held his gaze for a moment before turning back to Anko who was pulling nipple clamps out of her pocket and tossing them to Tonbo who was pressing a plug into Shika's ass while the teen moaned and arched his back. "This is a bad idea, hun," she whispered, knowing that her distaste of men was severely outmatched by Raidou's hatred of women.

"Enough! Just do this for me," the female soldier whispered back and Rei knew she'd give in. Rei knew what a struggle it was to be a female officer in this company and that if she walked out now that it would look very bad for Anko.

"Fine. Go get me a drink and be prepared to make this up to me."

Smiling, Anko lead her foxy little pet over to the bar and nodded to Shimon to roll another joint as she poured the drinks.

Raidou pushed himself up and off the small couch, "That's it I'm out of here."

He walked toward the tent door when Aoba stepped in front of him "Hey man come on you're already here, ya might as well stay for the party."

"What party? One favor is bored out of his skull and the other..." his lips twisted with a sneer, "is just a cunt. I have no interest in either!" His voice was more of a growl; what you would except to hear out of the big bad wolf in a fairy tale than a man standing in a tent that was about to break into an orgy, his eyes boring into the shorter man like he was nothing more than a little girl in a red cape.

"Well I do, Rai," Aoba said. "I thought we had a deal, you sit, watch, jerk your meat to a live show, then you get to take what you want from my ass for a week."

"Hey you can't offer him that it's against the rules," Shimon piped up.

"Wrong! I didn't offer it to him he suggested it so it is perfectly within rules," Aoba clarified and looked back to Raidou.

The tall brunet took the step to close the distance between himself and Aoba with a wolfish grin to his face "How about I take what I want from your ass right now then go home anyway. Do you think you could stop me?" Raidou's eyes were leering but his stature was all threat.

Aoba paled momentarily but let a relaxed, sultry smile pulling his lips upward. "Who said I'd want to?" His body on the other hand was praying Raidou would just go sit back down. He wanted to enjoy tonight and the odds of him doing that when he was too sore to move... "At least stay until we see if we get a third party favor. He might be more to your tastes." Aoba glanced over to where Rei was standing at the bar and Anko was pulling on her leash to tilt her head down so she could place the fury fox ears in the dark, chestnut locks. “I think you're crazy though." He turned his gaze to Shikamaru who was ready and taking long drags from a joint while Shimon and Ebisu stroked his hair and naked body, clearly impressed with Tonbo's scrounging skills.

Raidou growled deep in his throat and turned for the door, when Iwashi stepped through it.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late, my favor was a bit shy to come along with me. I think he has a crush on someone, you know the type" Iwashi said with a slanted smile.

"What the hell?" the young dark haired man said as he entered the tent. His dark rimmed eye going wide at seeing a threatening looking lieutenant Namiashi standing right there. "Lieu- Lieutenant Namiashi?" The pale man looked back to the light brunet holding his hand, "Lieutenant Tatami this isn't your tent, what are we doing here?" Iwashi turned and with a light grip held Hayate's chin to keep the man looking at him instead of flashing his gaze around the room like he had been doing. "Well, Hayate this is the Officer's club so in a way it is my tent. We are having a little party here and I have brought you as a party favor, which means you are going to be fucked a lot, by everyone in this room. Now of course we aren't going to rape you, but if you stay you are agreeing to this... If you don't want to participate then you can leave." Iwashi leaned in closer and continued in a stage whisper, "I'm giving you an opportunity to get into an elite group here; you could make some important friends tonight if you play your cards right, all for the price of some good fucking you could use anyway." Iwashi ended his convincing argument with a heated kiss, leaving Hayate breathing deep and dazed. Hayate gave a quick nod and closed the distance between his lips and Iwashi's once again.

Unbuckling his pants Raidou walked back to his small couch. He stepped out of his only piece of clothing, folding them and tossing them behind the furniture to safety. He flopped back into his seat, his large heavy cock laid between his spread legs was starting to fill with blood. This young Corporal was definitely more his type, he adjusted himself so his slowly swelling member was hanging over his balls the tip of the mostly flaccid dick resting on the soft fabric of the couch, showing off the gift his mixed blood had given him.

Aoba smirked as he sat down in one of the club chairs near Raidou, watching the scarred man's dick inflate with blood as Iwashi began stripping off the dark haired corporal’s clothes. "Looks like you found something of interest after all." Raidou's only response was to run one of his massive hands over his cock until it was completely inflated before spreading his legs a little wider and leaning back against the back of the loveseat. Aoba turned to the now naked Hayate who was being pressed on his back on one of the mattresses that were taking up the majority of the floor, his pale legs spread wide as Iwashi teased his ass with a finger. The short, dark haired man gave a long moan and a small cough as the digit pressed into him, preparing him for the plug that was sitting on the mattress beside them along with cat ears and tail, collar and cock ring. Fuck, if Iwashi's party favor wasn't sexy, that skin was so pale and the tight lithe body so responsive. He shot a quick glance at Raidou who was definitely enjoying the show and wondered if he'd get his ass kicked for choosing the soon to be kitty corporal.

Iruka grinned as Genma's arm wrapped around him and they pretended to dirty dance for a couple of minutes before breaking apart. He wouldn't have let anyone one else do it but when they were together the blonde’s perverted sense of humor rubbed off on him. The tent was packed and he had trouble pushing his way off the dance floor.

'So this is grueling, army training, huh?' Smiling he looked around at the hordes of men who were flirting with the very few female soldiers and the female nurses who were in attendance and was very happy that he played for the other team with those odds. Even though there was no alcohol everyone seemed to really be cutting loose, dancing and chatting and oh yeah, that was a pair of guys sucking each other's faces off right beside him. The scene was pretty hot so Iruka decided that the best idea was to find an unoccupied corner and sit down for a bit. He was still upset about the way Tenzou had pushed him away this afternoon and he didn't want anything else to get him riled up.

Slipping through the crowd he settled himself in one of the chairs that had been placed around the edge of the room and closed his eyes. 'Tenzou, Tenzou, Tenzou. What exactly do you want from me? Why don't you want to touch me? It's not because of my scars, so what is it?' Maybe not being in a relationship was a good thing. The whole thing was so confusing. You were allowed to kiss but not touch, to be there for each other but not in a sexual way. His lack of socialization was catching up with him and making him tired all over. He gave a long sigh which turned into a squeak of surprise as a hand slid up his thigh. He opened his eyes to see a man with a silver hair leering down at him. He shot the man a nervous smile as he slid into the chair next to him.

"What's a gorgeous thing like you doing way over here?" The hand on his leg moved higher up his thigh and Iruka's mind screamed at him to be careful.

"Uh, just needed a break. Dancing is sweaty work." Iruka chuckled nervously, shifting his legs so he was further away from the invading hand.

"I saw you. You looked sexy when you were shaking your ass like that. I wanted to come get a closer look." The glint in the dark eyes made Iruka's whole body tense. It was the same look he'd seen ten years ago in the eyes of his step father. The perverse appendage moved to cup his package and Iruka immediately jumped to his feet.

"I should get back..." He tried to move away but his wrist was caught and he was pulled onto the slightly larger man's lap. Panic started to grip him as a hard cock pressed into the cheek of his ass through their clothes and two very aggressive hands started roaming his body.

"What's the rush? Stay and get to know me."

Iruka began to struggle but was caught off guard as his head was tugged forward and a mouth sealed over his. 'No. I don't like this. It's not like with Tenzou at all.' He started struggling harder but his wrist was captured and even though he twisted and jerked his arm and bit at the lips and tongue the man wouldn't let him go.

Tenzou smiled brightly and looked away from the story Asuma was telling to watch the soldiers enjoy their evening. It was such a rare break to have a day like today. No drills, no pushups. He gave a chuckle as the look on Iruka's face when the brunet had shot him flashed into his mind for the hundredth time, last he saw that handsome young man he was dancing and laughing with Genma, they were too close for his green side, but he believed Genma that they are truly just friends. He liked Genma he seemed to be a good soldier and friend, though it was punishment for Genma he had enjoyed the talk they had shared while the blond filled sandbags. His smile brightened even more when he saw the playful blond rubbing up against a cute redhead from 4th platoon. Then his smile dropped as he realized that if Genma was there where was Iruka? He scanned the room quickly, not realizing he had started to panic his heart pounding in his chest, but it stopped dead when he saw Iruka sitting on the silver haired Sergeant's lap.

'Like getting stabbed in the gut,' he thought as he watched his crush kiss another man heatedly before quickly turning away. 'Oh Iruka, what game are you playing here?'

He shook his head and turned back to Asuma but he couldn't understand where the story had gone mostly because he was having a hard time not turning back to glare at Mizuki. When he lost to his battle and glanced at the corner again his eyes widened as he saw Iruka's restrained arm flail. He moved quickly. Mizuki was mauling Iruka, in the first second he thought Iruka was enjoying it too but Iruka's quick movements of struggle made it clear he was not. He pushed his way through the crowd keeping his eyes trained on the pair, his heart beating fast when someone blocked his view of Mizuki trying to shove his tongue down Iruka's throat and his hand down his pants. There was a cluster of Privates standing between him and his Iruka when he gave a sharp, low bark of, "Get out of my way" and the last few people cleared from his direct route.

"Get your hands off my boyfriend, Sergeant. If I see you near him again I'll have you buried up to your earlobes in that desert," His voice was kept quiet but hard, his chest pressed against Mizuki's shoulder his dark navy eyes staring at him from the side.

Mizuki slowly removed his hands and smirked when Iruka jumped up from his lap and straight into Tenzou's arms. "My apologies Sir. You really should be more careful with your things. If you don't put your name on them someone will just take them."

Tenzou's chest rumbled with rage and he took a menacing step forward towards the disgusting sergeant but Iruka's hands pressed up against his chest halted him. He looked down into those wide, fearful brown eyes and his rage doubled but the desire to act on it faded. "Can we just go?" Iruka asked in a small voice. "Please, let's just get out of here."

"Yeah babe lets go outside" He took a step away from Mizuki then paused "Consider this me putting my name on him, you can pass that around." He leaned into Iruka kissing him on the temple and walked away casually. He led the smaller man from the tent, his anger fading with each step. When they finally reached the exterior of the structure he placed a hand on the bronze shoulder, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable that he'd just placed a claim on the smaller man without so much as asking him what he thought. He'd only done it to keep others from making unwanted advances on Iruka but now that he thought about it there was a selfish angle to what he'd done. Hopefully now everyone would stay away from his beautiful brunet...everyone who might want to take Iruka away from him.

"Tenzou..." His attention snapped to Iruka's face. 'Gods, he's so cute. I wish he didn't look so anxious. Those eyes are so beautiful when he's happy.'

"Can...Would you hold me, just for a minute?" Iruka looked up at the taller man, looking into those navy eyes, begging for him to agree. When the strong arms reached out and pulled him close he melted into the embrace. The emotions of almost getting caught in that horrible situation again welling up inside him and breaking through his guard when the older man whispered 'anytime you want' in his ear.

Burying his face in the crook of the muscular neck he released a shuddering breath and clutched to his...friend? Boyfriend? What were they? Did the strong caring lieutenant really want him like that? He's said that he was Iruka's boyfriend but was he just saying that because of that guy? "Thank you. I'm okay, I just...just don't let go yet. Please?" He tightened his hold on the broad torso to prove his point, not wanting the man to pull away.

"I don't mind Iruka this feels really... nice." Tenzou held him swaying a bit to the music from the tent, "I'm sorry that a jerk like that made you uncomfortable," he pulled back just enough to see Iruka's eyes. "If you want I can make his life hell," he added a little chuckle to the end. He turned them in a circle humming a bit of the song in his nervousness. "I'm sorry I said something like that without talking to you about it... I think I just ruined your chances with any of the non'coms" he chewed on his lips looking down into Iruka's huge brown eyes.

Iruka chuckled a little but he didn't really feel like laughing. "So...you didn't mean it?" He felt stupid and young. He was twenty three years old and he'd never had a relationship, never had sex, only ever been kissed on the lips by three people who he'd wanted to kiss him. Part of him wanted to push Tenzou away and run like hell but instead he moved his arms up around the older man's neck and held on tighter. 'Please don't leave. Please tell me I can be yours.' Dropping his eyes away from the gentle navy gaze he bit his lip to keep from crying.

"You're such a child! When the fuck are you going to grow up?" His step father's words echoed in his head and he pressed his temple against the broad shoulder and shivered. 'It's okay if he just wants to be friends. You're still not alone...but...'

Tenzou stopped moving and pulled away so his hands were on Iruka's shoulders, still standing close but far enough to see the others face clearly, "Iruka I over stepped my bounds saying what I said to make sure that sleazy men like Mizuki won’t try that again with you, I'm sorry I couldn’t come up with a better way that quick. But claiming you as my boyfriend for real is something I would never do without talking it over with you first that would be... well somewhat barbaric." Tenzou tilted his head and gave a shrug, "I don't know maybe you like that sort of thing, but I would want to treat you more equally."

Iruka's lips parted in surprise. Of course he would want to talk to Iruka about it first. He wasn't some possessive thug to just take whatever he wanted. But he hadn't said he wanted Iruka either. "Uh, no, thank you. For helping me." He lifted his eyes to Tenzou's and smiled shyly. "For saving me." When the taller man returned his grin and pulled him back in tight he sighed and started moving his feet so that they resumed their slow, clumsy dance.

Tenzou chuckled lightly and did a bit of a spin with Iruka. "Though I have to admit I really liked the sound of it, I haven't said a sentence like that too many times in my life." He gave a big smile, "And even if it wasn't for real I think that was my favorite time" He spun Iruka again but the brunet wasn't ready and stumbled a bit Tenzou pulled him tight to his body and with a huge blush he apologized, "Sorry."

The brunet blushed too, his cheeks burning as he clung to the taller man for support. "My fault. So...do you want to talk about it? About...us?" His cheeks flamed even more and he dropped his chin so he could hide them...or maybe just hide. It felt so good and he felt like he was tempting fate by even asking but he had to know where they stood. And he prayed that it would go as he hoped. He really wanted them to be a couple, no more wondering about what they could and couldn't do, what was appropriate for them. He wanted Tenzou to kiss him again.

Tenzou pulled back a bit surprised "You... you would WANT," his face was bright red at the volume of the word 'want', "Uhh, you would want to be my boyfriend Iruka?" He felt a chill and was sure his whole body just broke out in a sweat. "Uhh, yeah, we can talk about this." He stared at Iruka for a moment then realized he had stopped dancing and started moving again, he relaxed a bit when he let the music move his feet again.

Iruka smiled at the way they held each other close so they could both hide their blushes by resting their chins on each other's shoulders. "I...would have thought that was obvious. I...I don't really know what to say. Do we just...I mean...if we both agree does that mean we're together or is there something...else that needs to happen?" 'Could you possibly stumble a little more Iruka? I'm pretty sure he didn't catch that you're a virgin or that this would be your first relationship ever.' Iruka berated himself as he pressed the bridge of his nose against the older man's shoulder.

"Ahh well I guess I would want to take things slow. I'm not very good with relationships not really having had many in my life, but I don't want to rush this and have it flop. I mean what if when you find out I'm a gardener and you hate plants and you don't want to be with someone that smells like earth and greenery. So I think if we agree to this we would be a couple meaning, we don't go with others and we are working to bring ourselves closer together. I don't want to be a regret in your life."

Grinning from ear to ear Iruka slid his nose to Tenzou's neck. "Me neither." He reveled in the warmth of the older man's body for a few minutes as they rotated on the spot. "So when do we get to have sex?"

Tenzou's brows furrowed and he stepped back. "Is that all this means to you? Is that why you want to be my boyfriend to have sex? I think you have the wrong idea about me Iruka?" Tenzou's features where between hurt and angry, he thought he was being very clear about how he felt about that sort of thing, but maybe Iruka's mind was just somewhere lower than his heart right now.

Iruka's heart slammed into his chest as fear coursed through his veins. They hadn't even been together for two minutes and he'd already made a mistake. "No! Well, yeah, kind of." When the brows furrowed in a deeper scowl and Tenzou began to turn to walk away he began to panic and rushed to get back in front of the now very upset older man. "Wait...I didn't mean it like that. I just...well lately I've been having these...then someone told me that...that I should only have sex with someone that I...uh...someone that's...and I'm just not used to all this...stuff. Please don't be mad."

Tenzou stopped sharply and turned back to Iruka "A relationship is not supposed to be about sex Iruka. It is about caring for each other, then when two people really care about each other they make love... have sex. If you are looking for a quick way to get laid you are looking at the wrong person. I don't play that way. I'm not having sex with you, just ‘cause you got your horn on. Go jerk off or something, Iruka, it's a lot safer." Tenzou shook his head in disbelief he really thought Iruka had more morals then that.

Tears sprung to the warm brown eyes as Tenzou turned and walked away. "Wait!" Iruka cried but the muscular back didn't turn. He collapsed to the ground, silent tears running down his face as he bit his nails and began to rock back and forth subconsciously. A high pitched whine pulled from his chest, quickly becoming a sob of sorrow as he marveled at how quickly he could ruin a good thing. Why hadn't he been able to explain? Yes he wanted sex but he was able to wait, especially for Tenzou. He'd waited so long already that a little while longer wouldn't hurt. Not like this. This hurt. He continued to bite his nails and rock like an autistic child, much like he had when his step father would beat his mother. It was a comfort for him.

'Comfort. Genma. I need Genma. I need someone to help me, to make it better.' He pushed himself to his feet and was about to turn back to the tent when someone caught his eye.


"Candy time!" Ebisu called out from the middle of the room, pulling some of the multicoloured pills from the plastic bag and handing them out.

"Is there a difference?" Raidou asked as the sunglassed man passed a blue pill to Shimon.

Smiling, Ebisu pulled out another of the same colour and held it up. "The blue ones are chemically balanced for men." He placed the pill on his own tongue but bent down and pulled Shika into a deep kiss, passing the pill along to him. Humming in approval at the way the young man's tongue slid against his lazily but hungrily. Stepping over to the bar where Rei was hiding out while her woman ran her hands over her body, trying to get her to relax he reached into the bag again. "The pinks are specially formulated for women." He handed both tablets to Anko who immediately took one and mimicked what Ebisu had done to Shika, only shoving the pill down Rei's throat with her tongue, knowing the petite woman wasn't into most drugs but would need this. Ebisu stood behind the orange clad fox, his hands roaming her unblemished creamy skin and playing with her nipples through her bra for a moment while Anko's aggressive tongue made sure the pill was swallowed before pulling away.

Dropping to his knees, Ebisu ran a hand over Iwashi's back as he settled next to the pair on the floor. "And the green," he smirked, digging into the bag again and pulling out three green pills, "are for getting right fucked." He ran a thumb over Hayate's lips and leaned down, whispering huskily. "Open up, time for a treat, kitten." Hayate, whose mind was firmly focused on Iwashi's hands on his inner thighs, swallowed without even knowing what the pill was and leaned up to kiss Iwashi again, his body already enjoying the party, the likes of which he'd never attended.

Raidou watched as Ebisu popped a green pill into his own mouth and tucked another into Iwashi's hand before standing up and reaching into the bag again. Seconds later a green pill was placed in his calloused hand and Ebisu gave him a wry smile, passing Raidou his drink. "Bottom's up."

Raidou looked at the green pill then around the room, 'This could turn out very bad,' he thought. 'I'd better give them one last shot.' Raidou held the green pill between thumb and forefinger arm raised for all to see "Are you sure you want this? You want me right fucked amongst your party?" he asked voice serious he looked to everyone in the room then ended his gaze on Aoba.

"Dude of all the people in this room you are the one who needs to get fucked up most, we're your friends we'll deal with whatever happens the best we can. Just let loose for once would ya, Rai, we have your back, you can do it with us," Aoba said with conviction, he truly wanted his friend to relax and enjoy the party he knew the others felt the same. Rai had been to many of their parties but never participated much mostly just sat there jerking off watching the others, it was a rare but coveted moment when Raidou would grab one of them always a guy and fuck him into the mattress, and that usually involved not being able to walk the next day for the one who got fucked, but they all agreed it was worth it. They had been trying for over a year to get the man to let loose with them and drop his rigid guard.

Raidou gave a curt nod seeing the honesty in Aoba's words, he tossed the pill into his mouth and washed it down with the scotch he had been handed. He gave a little hiss at the burn from the scotch as it slid the pill down his throat. "Beer from now on," he ordered. "This isn't going to be pretty as it is, you don't need to add to that by feeding me more scotch." He leaned back and made himself comfortable with his arms over the back of the loveseat and his legs spread again. "Alright, let’s get on with the show."


Captain Hatake was leaning lazily against a stack of crates thirty feet away, watching him; he'd probably been watching the whole thing. Iruka's hand fell to his side as he held the stormy grey gaze and bit his lip. Then, Kakashi pushed himself off the wood surface, giving Iruka a long, hard look before walking away, glancing over his right shoulder after a couple of steps to see if Iruka was following him.

The brunet's feet started moving, almost as if his body had already decided for his mind. He just kept walking until he was ducking into the tent behind Kakashi and long fingers started undoing the buttons on his dirty white shirt.

"Do you want me to make it better?"

Iruka shivered as the words were cooed in his ear even as his shirt was pushed off his shoulder to the floor. He lifted his watery eyes to Kakashi but his voice stuck in his throat so he simply nodded. There was a soft, dark chuckle as the silver haired man started nipping at Iruka's bronze throat. "That's a good kitten. Just relax and I'll make you feel good." Iruka moaned as he was pushed backwards on to the bed, spreading his legs for Kakashi as the man crawled on top of him and captured his lips in a hungry kiss, a kiss that told Iruka that Kakashi would be there for him sexually whenever he needed, to forget about Tenzou and give his body to Kakashi.

Tears leaked from his eyes again at the thought but the skilled, pale hands were soothing away his hurts and making his body sing in delight. Somehow he ended up stripped bare on the rough army blanket, stretched and looking up at Kakashi's magnificent form with need. But when the long slender legs slid under his and the head of the thick member pressed against his hole Iruka tensed.

"Shhh Kitten, if you tense it will hurt; just relax and I'll take care of your needs. I will bring you release like no one else has or could," he whispered the soft words in Iruka's ear running his hand down the brunet's ribs and side to gently squeeze his hip. "You'll enjoy this, Iruka" He purred with a rumble in his chest and he leaned in again stoking Iruka's lips and slowly pressed his hips forward.

That hot piece of flesh pressed into him but instead of relief Iruka only felt panic. 'What am I doing? I just got in a fight with someone I want to be with and now I'm giving up something I've held onto for so long to someone who told me that he can't love me, told me not to fall in love with him. This is wrong. Even the captain told me I should wait to be with someone I care about. This isn't special...this is just sex. I never wanted just sex.'

He could hear a long hiss of pleasure as Kakashi pushed past the tight ring of muscles and started sheathing himself in his body. "Wait..." Iruka pushed weakly at Kakashi's chest, his apprehension growing when the older man didn't stop.

"It's ok I wasn't going to move right away just relax your body, let the pleasure fill you just like I am. Hmm... It feels so good having you tight around me, holding me so deep inside," Kakashi's voice was sensual rumble, ”let your body relax around my cock and I'll make you forget everything except for the way I make you feel." He pulled his cock out about an inch then slowly thrust back in a little deeper.

"Ungh! No, stop! I don’t wan-UNGH!" Iruka started to thrash against the older man as he was pushed into again. "STOP! STOP! I don't want this. Please!" His wrists were caught by Kakashi's strong hands and for a second Iruka was sure he was going to be raped again but the lithe body stilled above him. He cracked open his watery eyes and looked up at Kakashi's stern face.

Kakashi stared into the large brown orbs till he was sure the man was there and looking at him really seeing him. "I stopped so just relax," he snarled quietly. "I'm pulling out now." He pulled out of Iruka’s tight body and stood up, out of the path between Iruka and the door. "I want you to get dressed and leave my tent and don't even think of coming back here like this unless you have given up on Tenzou and are sure you want to have sex. Just so there is no confusion that involves me sticking my cock up your ass. If you don't want it don't come to me. I gave you the courtesy last time of holding back and giving you the chance to decide what was right for you. I believed you were smarter than to get in that position again." He was glaring hard and didn't really want to have all that anger aimed at Iruka so he turned his back on the smaller man. "Get out of my bed Iruka and don't come back to it till you are ready to fuck."

Scrambling off the bed and grabbing his clothes as if Kakashi might change his mind, Iruka dressed and stumbled to the door as he pulled on his second boot. Just before he left he glanced back at Kakashi who was still standing by the bed, looking very much like the sex god he probably was. The cold, grey eye was staring at him but there was still something of an invitation in the man's ridged posture. 'Don't even think of coming back unless...' Unless...he could still come back but hopefully he could make Tenzou see that even though he seemed to be perpetually horny lately, Iruka was interested in him...not his cock.



Rubbing his hands together Aoba made a big show of inspecting the party favors, running his hands over their bodies and leaning in to nibble their skin, just for a taste. Rei shot him an annoyed glare when he inspected her a little more thoroughly than she would have liked but didn't say anything. Finally, Aoba slid onto the mattress and tilted Hayate's chin so he could look into the dark eyes. A lusty growl tore from his chest and he crushed his lips to those firm, thin ones beneath him earning a mewl of surprise and pleasure from Neko-Hayate. The lithe body rocked upwards against him and Aoba couldn't help but feel powerful as his clothed body pressed the naked body into the mattress. 'To hell with Raidou. I want him. This sexy little kitten is mine first.'

A deep rumble vibrated through Raidou's chest as he watched the pale thin body arch up in response to Aoba's touch, the small compact muscular body was very similar to Izumo's, the dark brown hair didn't hold the rich chocolate colour that Izumo's did but it was of a similar length. 'Fuck, stop staring at him, he's not Izumo.' He tore his eyes away and looked around the room his head spinning a bit with the quick movement his eyes glanced across Rei and his growl became deep in his chest, 'Fucking cunts.' His eyes fell on Shimon next Raidou's eyes narrowed seeing the man in a new light today, the man had almost black hair in a strange cut that was very reminiscent of Kotetsu's just not as spiked. He had dark eyes and pale skin his features were more effeminate then Kotetsu's but there was no denying that he reminded Rai of Izumo's boyfriend. "Hijiri bring beer and pot," Raidou snapped out to the younger man that was rolling up some joints to save energy later. "And you had better get to sucking my cock before I decide to skull fuck you."

Shimon moved quick when he heard the threat knowing with Raidou it could easily be true. He grabbed a couple beers and three joints he handed them to Raidou then dropped to his knees between the large strong legs of Raidou. He stared at the intimidating cock for a moment, but when Raidou 's finger grabbed his hair, he pulled away quick before they could find purchase. "I'm on it, ok, just chill Rai, your fucking cock is huge, I got to get in the mind set to take on that thing. Just give me a chance before you rape my face," Shimon gave a sharp look up at Rai who was smirking at him. But he didn't open his beer and relax back into the small couch again till Shimon's tongue made first contact with his straining erection.

"For fuck's sake Shimon put a condom on that thing," Tonbo snapped from next to the bar where he was fishing out boxes of condoms. "Here catch, these are his, extra large, extra thin" he tossed the box that was caught by Raidou then tossed a tube of lube which Shimon caught.

"You always have to take the fun out of by tossing on a condom don't you, Tonbo," Raidou complained.

"That's all in your head Rai. Plus, it won’t be to fun when you've got a STD or an infection in your cock. So wrap it the fuck up, Rai." Tonbo ordered.

"Yeah yeah," Raidou added tearing the side off the box with his teeth and dumping the content out on his lap hissing when a condom package scratched his uncovered burns. Shimon plucked one of the small packages and tore it open, carefully rolling it over the pulsing flesh before dropping his face back down to Raidou's cock. He wasn't tentative this time, knowing that the condom would make every touch less sensitive and he didn't dare tease the man and test his patience.


Her sharp ears perked up to the familiar sound of Raidou in pain. The sound was one Rei'd grown to dread. Not just because he was an extremely difficult patient but because she'd been there when he'd come in with his wounds. She'd been very green at that point, just moved into the camp, and completely traumatized hearing the large man's screams. How many times had she rushed from assisting a surgery, still covered with blood to stick a needle in his ass and gently whisper to him until he'd calmed down? How many nights had she slept during her mere couple of hours of downtime in the chair between his and Tenzou's bed trying to give them both the care they needed but she often couldn't give them due to the high number of officers that were being treated. For two solid weeks she'd be here and there, pausing when she could to chat with Tenzou and occasionally, Raidou when he was drugged up enough to let his guard down, or to run a hand through his hair when he was so drugged that he lost his inhibitions completely. Nothing disturbed her more than his soft pain filled and frightened whimpers. A man like that should never whimper.

Then after two weeks he wasn't on as much morphine and like the flip of a switch things turned ugly. He would snarl and throw things at her, would actually fight her off when she tried to change his dressings or sheets. That's when she would snap back at him and sometimes even sedate him so she could get back to the other men who needed her. It had been hard to start avoiding her two favorite patients because even when she went to see Tenzou, Raidou would lose it. The younger man had always been grateful for her help and as understanding as a person could be of the situation but Raidou seemed to resent her even more after knowing that she'd been trying to take care of him. After that yelling and being just as disagreeable as him was the only thing that worked.

Snapping out of her memories she straightened up and snapped across the room in the bitchiest voice she could muster, "For fuck sakes, Namiashi. Why are your burns uncovered?" She crossed her arms over her orange bra and popped out a hip for added sass.

Raidou lifted his eyes from where they'd been watching Shimon do his work and glared almost lazily at her as he spread his legs further, liking the way Rei's face scrunched up at the scene. "They were dirty, dyke," he added with a cool sneer. He watched her roll her eyes and grab a nearby med kit before stalking over to him and kneeling by his feet.

"Well cover them the fuck up. How are the rest of us supposed to enjoy ourselves when we have to see that?" The rest of the room fell silent as they waited for Raidou to cuff her and probably break her jaw. But to all their surprise he just shrugged his shoulders and sneered at her again.

"Go ahead if you think you can work around him." His hand came to rest on the back of Shimon's stilled head and 'gently' encouraged the man to get back to work. The green eyes rolled again but the brunette began carefully taping fresh pads on the wounds, working as best she could with Shimon's head bobbing next to her. The tiny hands carefully applied the bandages to the burnt thigh before her fingers ghosted over the spot where she'd ripped the tape off the other day. When the fallacious man knocked her shoulder she elbowed him sharply in the ribs earning a grunt of pain from him and a light, cruel chuckle from above her.

Raidou's eyes shifted to the bitch after she hit Shimon. His lips parted in surprise when she smirked a little and shrugged, a light blush tinting her cheeks as she resumed treating him, her bangs falling over her face in a very familiar way as she dipped her chin. He gave his head a shake and turned back his blowjob.