Genma screamed in absolute terror as pale hands rottingstinkingsloughingoff reached up for him out of the darkness, a darkness that was suddenly swirling around him, and he was standing knee deep in blood while the decaying corpses of his victims moved towards him in slow, dragging steps, eyes falling out and maggots writhing in long dead flesh.
He was back in the cell backinthecell ohgods i'mbackinthecell, chained and helpless while razor lined whips carved his back to the bone and he howled in agony, thrashing about ineffectually. He was in complete darkness –sensory deprivation. He was restrained as white-hot irons were brought closer to the soles of his feet.
He was on his knees, being thrust into as he closed his eyes and began hypnotizing himself to a happier place—could he remember one?
He was threatened-starved-shown nightmare after nightmare filled with bodies to accuse him and bloody visions of his most horrific missions.
Warm hands were soothing him then, pulling him against a warm solid, comfortingly alive chest, where he could hear the dull thump of the heart and feel the rising and falling of the chest. Genma pulled himself out of the nightmare, gasping for air like a dying man struggles for his last breath.
"Shhh." A pleasant baritone made it's way through the sleepy haze of residual fear. Genma blinked open his deep amber eyes, (escapeescapeescape) and stared, uncomprehendingly at Shikamaru.
Usually it was Raidou who woke him up after he had a nightmare, Raidou who held him and rocked him, Raidou who cleaned up after him when he as sick and Raidou who did everything that Shikamaru did for him now.
Shikamaru wouldn't ever replace Raidou, but he was fast making his way up to Genma's second most important person.
It had, after all, been months now since he had first been brought to the Interrogation unit of Dokugakure. Genma was slowly starting to settle into a routine, learning the names of people, going out on missions- guarded of course, always guarded- and training with the dark eyed youth.
This wasn't the first time that Shikamaru had woken him up from a nightmarish dream. It certainly wouldn't be the last.
"Thanks master." Genma managed to whisper. His voice was rough and low, hoarse from his screams. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. He didn't like the term that Genma had given him, but hadn't protested against it too vocally, preferring to let the shattered shinobi find his equilibrium himself, with someone there to catch him if he fell. And if Genma had selected him to be that person, well, Shikamaru could think of worse things to do.
Shikamaru looked at the tokujou, scrutinizing him for something that was out of place. Mouth tightening, the genius tched and got up, shifting Genma onto the bed, pretending that he didn't see the tremors that still traveled the older shinobi's body. Rummaging around the drawers in the bathroom, Shikamaru emerged with a small bottle in his hands.
A thump from the bedroom where he had left his roommate had him cursing and blurring towards the source of the sound. Shikamaru felt his stomach drop at the scene that confronted him, but his mind ruthlessly shoved that instinct down, focusing on the here and now.
Genma was in the corner of the room, huddled in a ball, whimpering at nothing, pleading for them to leave him alone; he didn't mean to, it was a mission. Shikamaru took this in at a glance, and resigned himself to not getting any sleep that night.
Kneeling next to the cornered shinobi, the traitor cautiously reached out. Bad idea.
Wham! Genma was still a damn-good shinobi, whatever else he may be. And damn-good shinobi were dangerous. A quick grab and twist and sickening crack! and Shikamaru remembered exactly why his master had wanted the tokujou for interrogation. His wrist was definitely broken, and damn if that hadn't startled him, but his priority at the moment was Genma.
Wrapping his wrist quickly with tape and a brace, Shikamaru patiently stayed next to Genma until his steady chakra presence permeated the broken shinobi's mind.
And then Genma was lunging towards him, fingers seeking and finding holds in his flesh.
The fight was brief, a moment of tangled, thrashing limbs and obscene shifts in position and grunts of pain from Shikamaru as his wrist was jarred and he was bludgeoned round the head with Genma's forearm as Genma tried to avoid his knee.
They ended up with Genma straddling Shikamaru, holding his hands captive above his head. Shikamaru knew where this was going, and he accepted it.
Meeting the fiery gold eyes, the genius nodded, slightly. Just once, but it was enough.
Genma was possessed, frantic, to touchlivebreath to feelfuckbesolidandreal and Shikamaru lay and waited as the broken shinobi stripped both of them and flipped the dark eyed jounin onto his stomach.
Shikamaru winced slightly, his wrist throbbing after the searing flash of pain that being flipped had caused. Fingers were thrust in front of his face. "Suck."
One word, but enough to tell the traitor that his roommate was lucid enough- in the present enough- to not want to hurt his partner.
He sucked. Then they were together, Genma grunting in animalistic fury at some inner demon that he was facing, Shikamaru arching in response to thrusts and moaning in response to white-knuckled fingers and a harsh enough to bruise grip on his hips.
When hot seed spilled into him and Genma collapsed, panting and exhausted, emotionally drained and tired, Shikamaru gently pulled himself out from under the shinobi, being mindful of his wrist and sat up.
Crap, his butt hurt.
He made to get up when a large scarred hand clamped around his wrist. He looked down to see weary eyes looking back at him.
"Did I do that?" Genma nodded very faintly towards the genius's wrist.
"Yeah." Shikamaru had never seen the point of hiding the truth from people who could handle it.
"Sorry." And with that, the dull amber eyes slid shut, and the shinobi started dozing.
Shikamaru looked at the sleeping shinobi in bemusement. Weren't his eyes red-gold earlier? Ah well.
The dark eyed traitor eased himself up, slightly wobbly on his feet, ass aching and legs boneless. He stumbled over to the bathroom and started cleaning himself.
Mission sex was mission sex. Everyone did it who was higher than genin, and even then. . .
Well, sometimes things happened. Shikamaru had had mission sex before, had been mission sex, knew and understood the desperation, the need of comfort, the reassurance that they weren't monsters, that they could feel, that their friends and family were alive, and the rage and frustration and sorrow and the residue of adrenaline and panic, the first realizations that you went out a team of four and came back alone.
Yeah, Shikamaru had experience with mission sex.
He didn't regret helping a fellow shinobi in need, even if it meant his body. Others had done the same for him.
…
…
Besides, Genma was a great fuck.
Shikamaru couldn't help the lazy grin that spread across his face.
In the bedroom, Genma slept without nightmares.
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Authors Note:
To Lils, my only reviewer so far:
Thanks so much for reviewing, it really made my day when my new story- first one!- got a review on the first chapter.
This chapter is dedicated to you.
This chapter also took longer than others, because I was wrangling with the mission sex part- what to do with it, whether I should put it in or not, would it suck, should it be in HD or glossed over, ect. I don't want to give the impression that Genma raped Shika, because the way that I see it, he didn't. I explained this in the story, that mission sex is a coping mechanism for shinobi, when they're overwhelmed or breaking, and they need to be reassured that they're alive, or that they're real, and that they have feelings and aren't monsters.
Most of the stories that I read mission sex in have ANBU in them, which I assume to be because of the number of dirty missions that they get.
I read Nezuko, JBMcDragon, Scarlet Spiral(before it shut down) and Fallen Leaves. Most of these have fics that describe the 'darker' side of the shinobi lifestyle, which is something that I like to explore. Sorry if this offends you, but my story's rated what it is for a reason.
~QuietInsomniac