Beautiful Dreamer

A/N:Wow…sorry for the long wait guys. I know it’s been a while. I had someone…a couple of someones, actually, ask me if I was going to do anything more with this. Hahaha. I am not done with my boys just yet. So that you know, I think that there might be two more chapters, and then I’ll make it so that everything wraps up. There is a little lemon-lime scene in this chapter, so be happy!

Oh, and I don't know if it really matters...but I am pretty sure I have been misspelling Shikamaru's dad's name. Let me know if it matters. I just saw the other day that there's another spelling other than the one I've been using...they spell it "Shikato". I'm confused.

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Chapter 6: Morning After Blues?

“Ugh…my head…” Iruka blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the unbelievably bright lights. Well, it was just the mid-morning sun, but still. It was too damned bright. He felt sore. In places where he really shouldn’t feel sore. That was when he sat bolt upright, looking around. “Motherf—“ His voice cut off when he realized where he was. His bedroom looked the same as it always did, the bed beneath the windows, the desk in the corner, and his dresser covered with photos of the children he’d taught. Except…something was wrong.

A faint noise, resembling—no it was—the shower. Who was using his shower? Sliding out of bed allowed him to see more of the floor, which was positively littered with clothing. It took Iruka a full three minutes to locate his black briefs. There were several others of his articles of clothing strewn haphazardly around the room (most notably, his shirt hung from one edge of his desk, between the piece of furniture and the wall), along with someone else’s. There was a mesh shirt, which looked to be a size larger than he would wear, along with a dark blue shirt that would have been tight-fitting if it weren’t ripped completely down the front. A baggy pair of jeans and a heavily studded belt lay in the door to his room.

“Oh, God…” Iruka breathed, unable to move from where he stood at the foot of the bed. He pushed his hair from his face, and steeled himself when he heard the shower stop. Suddenly glad he’d put his underwear back on, he tried desperately not to fidget. He knew that he’d had sex the night before but, God help him, he didn’t remember it. In fact the symptoms he was experiencing were not unlike Genma’s. Then a very distressing thought occurred to him: what happened to Genma and Kakashi? The last thing he remembered was…wait…no. The last thing he remembered was watching those two horny bastards fucking like rabbits in a darkened alcove in the warehouse.

Something had happened…something important. Why can’t I remember? Damn it all, I know something happened. It was like the memory had been erased, or blocked. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Something was definitely not right about this situation. His thoughts on the mission that he’d botched suddenly ended when the bathroom door opened. Iruka blinked. Standing in a cloud of steam, his short ragged brown hair made even wilder by the water it was soaked with, stood Namiashi Raido. The older man had one of Iruka’s pale blue towels wrapped around his waist, held with powerful hands. The burn scars from some years back stretched over his face, neck, and chest and down his left arm. He smiled, the scars stretching. “Morning,” the jounin said sheepishly.

“M-Morning…”

Raido moved closer, his keen dark eyes scrutinizing Iruka’s face. “You don’t remember anything about last night, do you?” The younger man shook his head. Pursing his lips, Raido made a neutral sound. “Are you all right?” A large hand reached out, the taller man laying knuckles against Iruka’s forehead. It was a gesture that he found himself altogether touched by.

“I’m fine, Namiashi-san.” He shied back from the other man’s touch slightly.

A slightly wounded look came over the scarred man’s face. “Sorry…I’ll just, um…get my stuff.” He moved swiftly about the room, gathering his things. Iruka felt powerless, helpless. He didn’t like hurting people.

Raido was reaching down to pick up his jeans when Iruka finally found his voice. “Wait,” he called softly. Large brown eyes looked back over a scarred and tanned shoulder. “At least stay for breakfast, Namiashi-san.”

Another smile stretched at Raido’s face when he straightened, arms filled with his clothing. “Okay. But cut it out with the Namiashi-san bit…it sounds funny after last night.”

Iruka’s face flamed, and he stammered, “W-what did I call you last night?”

The older man’s smile turned to a grin. “Let’s just say you were a lot less formal, and you weren’t using my family name.” Iruka’s jaw dropped, imagining all sorts of horrible things, including some of the mid-coital nicknames he’d given former lovers, only with Raido’s name inserted somewhere in there. “Don’t worry about it, eh? Just…call me Raido.”

Trying to breathe seemed to be a difficult task as Iruka’s head nodded and he choked out, “Sure.” He moved to grab a pair of pajama pants from his dresser. “Meet me in the kitchen, okay?” Raido nodded, and seemed as if he wanted to say something, but gave himself a small shake and turned back to the bathroom door.

On his way to the kitchen, Iruka noticed that Izumo’s old room door was closed. Well, hopefully when Genma and Kakashi finally came up for air, they’d have clothes on. Five minutes later, a mostly-dressed Raido was standing in the door to the kitchen. His ruined shirt hung from his back pocket, while he wore the long-sleeved mesh. Iruka looked up from cracking eggs into a bowl for scrambled eggs. Nodding at the ripped shirt, he asked, “Did I do that?”

Riado’s hand reached back, fingering the cotton cloth, and his head cocked to one side, remembering. A smile tugged gently at the corners of his mouth, “Yeah…but it’s okay. You got frustrated with it, and I wasn’t complaining.” Iruka picked up another egg, thoughtfully tapping it against the rim of the bowl, and Raido stepped into the room, the fluorescent lights illuminating his face, and his torso through the mesh shirt. He pushed up his sleeves and took the whisk from Iruka’s hand. “Let me.”

A man that cooks, Iruka marveled as Raido deftly beat the eggs into a creamy consistency. He then poured them into the pan, and they sizzled a bit before he lowered the fire beneath them. Iruka watched his movements, admiring the skill he had at such tasks. “An elite ninja…and you cook, too. Is there anything you don’t do, Nam—I mean, Raido?” Iruka wasn’t sure how he’d started flirting with the man now cooking his breakfast, but it seemed strangely natural.

And he didn’t flinch away when Raido leaned over and gave him a tiny kiss, saying, “I haven’t figured out how to fly, just yet,” and chuckling at his own joke. Iruka laughed, as well.

“Oh get a fucking room.” The sour morning-voice from the doorway belonged to Genma. “Is there tea?” Iruka jerked a thumb at the pot warming on the stove, and the Special Jounin nearly dove for it.

“Hangover?” Raido asked, amused.

“Fuck off, Namiashi.”

Still laughing quietly, Raido held up his hands defensively. “Hey…don’t get all bitchy with me, Genma. I’m not to blame for your sore head.” Iruka studied the way Genma’s body moved, and snorted. It wasn’t his head that was sore. For some reason, Iruka was pretty sure that there was a good reason why Kakashi wasn’t out of that room yet. Genma might have killed him. Raido seemed to catch on pretty quickly to the situation, and he prodded at the eggs in the pan, his tone sly. “So…you never done anything other than pitching before, have you?”

Iruka was very glad that he was fully awake. Otherwise, Riado would have been flattened to the floor. Instead, when Genma went sailing through the air, he landed with a grunt, and Iruka’s shoulder in his gut. “Son of a bitch, Iruka! You need to watch what you’re doing! I could have cracked ribs!”

It took a minute for the young chuunin to steady Genma on his feet, but after he had, he said, “And you need to learn how to deal with being on the receiving end. Think about how Kakashi has been feeling for the past few days, Genma.” That took the purple tinge out of the man’s face. “I have some painkillers in my medicine cabinet. So go and take some and quit your bitching.” Genma’s hazel eyes flared green for an instant, as they always seemed to when he was angry, but he turned away and stalked stiffly to the bathroom his cup of tea in hand. Raido chuckled heartily. When Iruka raised a questioning eyebrow, he just shrugged.

Not long after the near-debacle in the kitchen, Raido had plated a hefty amount of scrambled eggs, along with a decent-sized portion of bacon. Toast popped up in the toaster, and they sat down to eat, and have a nice pot of green tea. It was almost domestic. Sitting there, adjacent to a man he’d never really had a long conversation with and eating breakfast was rather surreal for Iruka, and when things got awkward, he almost invariably tried to soothe them with inane banter. But he did not feel the need to do so. He just sat there, eating and occasionally making little noises of approval about the food.

When they’d finished, Iruka cleared away the plates, and walked Raido to the door. “Thank you for cooking,” he said quietly, unable to really look into the other man’s amused brown eyes.

“No problem,” Raido’s gruff voice said before Iruka found his face being turned to look up at him. He was smiling good-humoredly, which now that Iruka thought about it, Raido usually was. His face always seemed to have a great amount of natural merriment, which was a little disjointed, considering the amount of physical pain he had endured in his lifetime. “Iruka,” that deep voice pulled Iruka from his thoughts, “would you mind terribly if I kissed you?”

Butterflies that seemed more like elephants with airplane wings started rumbling around Iruka’s stomach. “N…no,” he got out only the one word before a large hand was buried in the hair at the back of his head, and he grabbed handfuls of mesh shirt to steady himself when the other man’s mouth closed over his. It had simply been too long since anyone had kissed him like that. It was both gentle and demanding, a paradox that Iruka couldn’t quite seem to get enough of. His back hit wood, and Raido pressed him into the door, one knee maneuvering his legs apart. He gave a surprised moan when a powerfully muscled thigh pressed into his groin.

After what was probably close to a full minute, but was far too soon for Iruka’s taste, the kiss ended, and Raido pulled away, drawing a sound of disappointment from the teacher. That same amused smile graced the taller man’s full lips. “Hm…” he grinned, “it looks like even if your mind doesn’t remember me, your body sure does.” Iruka’s face turned a shade of red usually reserved for tomatoes, but he couldn’t refute the statement. “I have some things to do today…but I can come back later.”

“Please,” Iruka breathed unsteadily, “yes, please.” He forced his fingers to release Raido’s shirt, and moved away from the door so that the older man could leave. When Raido had gone, with promises to return that afternoon, and one more kiss that curled Iruka’s toes, the young teacher sighed heavily against the door. Maybe he could stay awake long enough to refresh his memory later, because right now, he thought he needed to take a cold shower.

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Kakashi watched Genma reenter the room. He shrank back against the head of the bed, waiting for another verbal assault. So far, Genma had called him several names, and threatened to turn him into a pincushion. No matter how he tried to explain himself, nothing seemed to help. He was just glad that the assassin had not chosen to get violent with him. Instead of yelling, or hitting him, Genma sat on the edge of the bed, silent. He was holding a cup of tea, and looked to be contemplating his next words. Before he could say anything, though, Kakashi blurted, “I’m sorry.”

Sharp hazel eyes looked up from studying the steaming cup Genma held, and fixed on Kakashi’s face. “No…don’t be sorry.” This was a change. Five minutes ago, the brown-haired man was ready to strangle him, and now he said that he shouldn’t be sorry? What affected this change? “I guess…it’s karma, I suppose. You’ve probably been decently sore yourself, eh?” Kakashi smiled, and gave a slow nod. Yes, he had been sore. But luckily, he had painkillers left over from the last time he’d blown out his knee. Vikaden made it all better again, or at least made you not care that your ass felt like you’d never be able to sit down again.

Feeling bold, he scooted down the bed to sit next to Genma, who was very stiff, most likely with discomfort. His hand reached out, brushing mussed hair from the left side of Genma’s face, hooking it behind his ear. “Hey, I didn’t complain, did I?” Though he didn’t look at Kakashi, he did shake his head in the negative. His hand slid down to run circles over the smooth skin and hard muscle of Genma’s back. “That’s because I feel it was worth the pain.”

The reply he got from his companion was quiet, but it was clear that he was less than happy. “But the difference is that I can’t remember. I don’t remember any of it. For all I know, it wasn’t that good.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows rose sharply at that, and he leaned over, placing his chin on Genma’s shoulder. “Trust me. It was good enough. You have quite a talented mouth, you know. The rest of you is even better.” A little shiver went through the body under his hand, but Genma frowned. Kakashi bent his head, dropping open-mouthed kisses over a strong shoulder. “I know something that would make you feel better…”

Genma’s voice was uneven as Kakashi’s tongue trailed over his collarbone toward his neck. “W…What would that be?” Pale, nimble hands took the cup of tea away from those that were beginning to shake, and placed it on the empty trunk at the foot of the bed. Kakashi slid to the floor, kneeling. When he grasped tanned knees, pulling gently, they parted easily, and he slid forward, his mouth latching onto a brown nipple. “Ah…K-Kakashi…um…” Genma’s hands hovered, seemingly unable to decide if they wanted to grip at the sheets, or the shock of silvery hair that was threatening to tickle his chin.

Briefly pulling back from his work, Kakashi said lowly, “Don’t think. Just let me.” That drew a short nod from Genma, who used one hand to grip at Kakashi’s hair, and the other to grasp the sheets and steady himself.

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God…it had been so long…Genma moaned, his head dropping back, and stared at the ceiling. Hands grasped at the waistband of his boxers, and he half-stood to help them off. His erection grazed the skin of Kakashi’s chest as he did, and he let out a gasp. After he sat down again, that wicked, teasing, evil, absolutely malevolent mouth traced a burning, biting path down his abdomen, pausing over areas that he didn’t even realize were sensitive. Each and every one of these were abused thoroughly, leaving fast-darkening bruises that Kakashi soothed with broad sweeps of his tongue. Lower and lower, slower and slower, that slick, wet muscle glided, now tracing the indentions between muscles, now dipping briefly into his navel, and then—son of a bitch—completely bypassing the painful arousal that was screaming for release.

“Fuck…” Genma was dismayed at the fact that his voice came out as a whine, but he couldn’t help himself. The anticipation, the waiting…it was killing him. Then he looked down to see Kakashi nibbling at his inner thigh. Perfect white teeth nipped the soft flesh, causing strangely intense little waves of pleasure to wash over him. “Ha…h…oh shiiit…” He didn’t know why it felt so good when Kakashi’s tongue made nonsensical patterns over the skin of his thigh, but he started to shake, and his voice cracked. “Da-amn it, Kakashi you fucking tease…”

He felt so near release, and the other man had not so much as touched his erection. Through the haze in his mind, Genma wondered…if this felt so unbelievable, what had it been like last night? Or the night before that, or before that? His muddled, disjointed thoughts were interrupted by the instantaneous full-body tensing that occurred when Kakashi took him into his mouth, and Genma swore so loudly that he was sure Iruka heard him. His abdominal muscles tightened, and he began to curl forward, his entire body quivering, hands unable to grip anything anymore, and a strangled whimper left his throat.

Heat and the curling, sliding wetness of Kakashi’s tongue surrounded the most sensitive part of his body, and he let out a long, hoarse moan that he thought might be in another language. Genma’s eyes couldn’t settle on any one thing. They darted all around the room, trying to find anything that could distract him long enough so that he didn’t come right now, so that this ungodly, sinful pleasure could last as long as possible, but nothing presented itself. Finally, he looked down. And there was Kakashi, mismatched eyes burning up at him, mouth pulling back, sliding over and off of his erection slowly—motherfucker—so slowly, teeth gently grazing over the skin at the under side…

“God damn…” he whispered, unable to breathe properly as Kakashi’s tongue curled around the tip of his arousal. Had he not been watching, he might have lasted another thirty seconds. But he was watching as Kakashi took him in again, those eyes never looking away from his face. He was watching when one large, pale hand reached up to brush fingers teasingly over the underside of his scrotum, sending a brutal tingle all through his stomach, and the telltale burn of orgasm began building, fast and harsh. “Un…K…Kakashi…can’t…oh god…don’t stop…”

An instant later, Kakashi had redoubled his efforts, his mouth sinking down over the length of Genma’s erection and sucking heavily as he pulled back again and again. His heart hammered so hard that the room seemed to pulsate, and Genma watched the world flash white, his orgasm taking him to parts unknown. Had he been a little more aware, he would have felt the way his back arched, a near-impossible bend, and how he went limp, his body dropping onto the bed hard. But he wasn’t aware of these things. When he came back (almost) to himself, he was still shaking, and had somehow curled himself into a fetal position on the edge of the bed.

Kakashi bent over him, his face filled with concern. “Genma…are you okay?”

Genma, who could not yet form coherent thought, muttered, “Oranges…fluffy poodle kittens…” A few seconds later, he amended himself. “No…butterscotch ponies…”

Kakashi’s face turned to an expression of utter panic. Genma mimicked the expression and then stuck out his tongue. “Oh, shit…” He slid onto the bed again, scooping the incoherent man into his arms and cradling him to his chest. “Genma…hey, wake up…come on, don’t go all loopy on me.” Genma found the way Kakashi’s lips moved to be highly amusing. His hand rose, clumsily tracing them.

“Pretty…” His mind slowly returned to him, and when it had, he blinked up at Kakashi. He had heard the terms ‘mind-blowing’ and ‘mind-numbing’ before, but never before had he experienced them. And surely, there was no other way to describe the way he had lost all sense of reality when Kakashi’s mouth was on him. The arms around him were strong, and he could hear the other man’s heart beating fast. He looked worried. “Um…” he tried, “…sorry?”

Kakashi, now looking relieved that he was once again in his right mind, grinned down at him. “Was that good enough?” Genma’s mouth fell open. Was it good enough? I nearly had a fucking seizure! Kakashi burst into a fit of laughter, causing Genma to elbow him in the short ribs. “Hey, no violence after orgasm, sweet-heart.” Genma stilled.

“You don’t call me that during sex, do you?” He looked dubiously at the Copy-nin.

“No. I think I call you something along the lines of ‘god’.” The twinkle in Kakashi’s eyes made him want to groan. It was just like him to make fun about something as disgusting as pet names. Apparently, his annoyance showed, because the taller man shrugged and replied truthfully, “When I’m coherent enough, I call you Genma. Most of the time, though, all I can say is ‘harder’, ‘faster’, and sometimes I can throw in a comment about how good it feels.” Genma’s eyes widened, and Kakashi smirked. “I told you that you were talented…I guess we’ll just have to bring out that talent more often when you can remember it.”

Genma’s eyes started drooping shut, and he fought to stay awake. He didn’t want to go to sleep just yet. Then, a wonderful smell…tea. His eyes popped open again, and he saw Kakashi holding his tea just in front of his face. He took it gratefully. “Thanks,” he said before craning his neck up to kiss the other man. Genma pulled away after a long moment, the taste of his own semen in his mouth. It was a little strange, but it didn’t really bother him.

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It was nearly noon when Iruka watched a fully dressed Kakashi emerge from Izumo’s old room. He slinked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator without so much as a by-your-leave, and began rooting around within. “Good morning, Kakashi. Did you sleep well?” he asked slyly, “Or were you too busy breaking Genma in?” The tall man’s back stiffened.

“And what would you know about that?”

Iruka sighed. How could he not know? First of all, there was no way in hell that Genma didn’t get laid last night. Though, from the looks of it, Kakashi got to have a more (for lack of a more polite way of putting it) active role. And another…he could hear Genma moaning not half an hour earlier, and the man had to be awake by now. That made him want to smile. So the bastard finally got some while he was awake? That was good. But he waved off Kakashi’s question. “Nevermind how I know. There has been a…development.” One of Kakashi’s eyebrows rose in question. “Something happened last night, but I can’t remember. I was there, hiding out, keeping an eye on you and Genma, and then the next thing I know, I’m waking up in my bed, and Namiashi Raido is coming out of my bathroom.” The older ninja pursed his lips as Iruka continued, looking slightly amused. “I’m pretty sure that I’ve been dosed with the same stuff that Genma has been. That could complicate things. There’s a memory in the back of my head that I can’t get at. I’m pretty sure it’s being repressed. I was going to see if there was any way for you to fix this shit with the Sharingan.”

Kakashi shook his head. “I can’t. All I can do is cast illusion with it, and those aren’t ever that good, since I wasn’t born with Uchiha blood. You should talk to one of the Yamanakas. If I were you, I’d see that girl Ino about it. She’s not quite as uptight as her father is.”

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The door closed behind him. “Well?”

Raido frowned. “I think I’m out.”

Shikakku raised one eyebrow, and scratched at the scar on his cheek. “And why is that?”

“Because,” the younger man leaned against the back of the door. “I don’t think that what you’re doing is right, Nara. I really don’t.” Sikkaku smiled. He seemed pleased. “What are you smiling for?”

A wave of the man’s hand looked more like a dismissive gesture than almost anything Raido had seen in a while. “Oh, nothing…just that I was expecting this.” He sipped at his sake and leaned back in his chair. “Everything. From the switching of genders with the original subject’s targets to their enlisting that adorable little teacher…to your reluctance to continue your involvement in testing this drug. I anticipated it.”

Raido’s eyes widened. “What is this, then? Some kind of psychological experiment?”

Shikkaku’s lips drew together as he pursed them lightly. “Not so much. I am merely testing a new drug. Of course, the original subject, Shiranui…he was probably given a dose that is far, far too high. These errors are always present in clinical trials. But I gave Umino a significantly lower dosage.” The dark-eyed man smiled broadly. “That is certainly not to say that it did not have the desired effect. Wouldn’t you say so, Namiashi?” Raido’s face colored, making the white kieloid tissue of his scars stand out.

“There is an antidote, isn’t there?” Raido asked, hoping that there was. Honestly, having one of the best assassins that their village possessed being out of commission because of this was bad enough. But now, there was also Kakashi, who was trying to help him find the person responsible…he couldn’t take missions. Not to mention that Iruka was going to be going out as soon as he fell asleep tonight and whoring himself out to whoever was willing. If there were any way to avoid that, he would certainly like to take it.

A thoughtful smile drifted over Shikkaku’s lips. “There is one, yes. And I will be administering it personally in three days to both subjects. But you can’t expect me not to let the testing period run its course. I cannot submit my report to the Hokage without some kind of results for the lower dosage.” Raido could hardly believe his ears. This was all about the Nara family’s business? Suddenly, he began chuckling, which turned into a cackle of absolutely mirthless laughter.

When he was asked what he thought was so funny, Raido merely said, “I hope you realize what you’re doing, Shikkaku. Because you know that the Hokage herself has now been involved, and she does not take kindly to being used as your guinea pig. Besides, I for one, do not want to be the one to just simply waltz up to Genma and hand him a little bottle and say, ‘nice job as a test subject for my whore-juice’ and give him a pat on the back.” The older man did not make any sign that he was at all affected by this speech. “But really, the one you’ll have to be worried about is Iruka. That man could make your life a living hell if he wanted.”

When none of that sank in, he bid the man farewell. Shikkaku would do as he wished, and there was nothing that one Jounin could do to stop him. He really was probably the most powerful man in the village, even if no one else knew about it. There were far too many ways for the overly-intelligent man to drug you, and very few for you to realize it. For half an instant, he was tempted to tell Irka, Kakashi, and Genma everything he knew. But then, when he thought of what would happen to him if he did, he decided that he would wait the three days.

Not to mention the fact that he was supposed to be at Iruka’s apartment this afternoon. Maybe later this evening, as well. If there was one thing Shikkaku had said that was correct, it was that Iruka was adorable. And he’d really rather enjoyed how that adorable face seemed to be transformed when his inhibitions were gone. Not to mention…he liked the way Iruka cuddled up to him. Waking up with the smaller man’s body practically wrapped around the right side of his body felt pretty fulfilling. He gave a little smile. Maybe once all this was over, he might try something normal with Iruka. Like…a date before they decided to wake up the neighbors.

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A/N: Hehehehe. I hope you liked it! I know I had fun writing that chapter, since I had a burst of inspiration.