Both Genma and Raidou, two life-mates so in-tune with the other that they moved fluidly together, had only managed a few shaky steps away from Iruka's cell door. Not that either male really wanted to be back in that hell-pit right now. Kakashi looked like he was about to rip them and the world into tiny pieces, let Ibiki handle things like unstable genius about to become bonded. Right now the naked men leaning together against a welcome cold stone wall, hurting and exhausted from their ordeal, couldn't careless what happened in that room.
Hands touched shoulder and hip simultaneously, light brushes that help direct Genma's phasing-out attention to the fact they are no-longer alone in the hall. Honey glance at darker brown a moment, two masked faces gave a slight nod, while their resting hands remain still. A Rat mask, informed though they would be healed physically, alas there was little to be done about the mental toll Genma and Raidou had just endured. Only rest over time could help them, which both now had plenty of, one way for the village to express its thanks.
Once Genma's hand had been taken by Rat who stood to his left side, a long black braid tucked into the back of the male black operatives belt, keeping it tidily out the way. Rat's serpentine masked partner similarly aiding Raidou only from his right side, leaving the couple sandwiched between. Slower than any lazy Nara boy, all four headed to the infirmary and the promised healing. Genma was just glad to let gentle hands guide them along, while Rat's calm friendly voice made light conversation keeping the pair grounded.
They was lucky, not needing very long under the white coated medics care, there ailments consisted of dehydration, bight/scratch marks or strained mussels. Ibiki had, from gods-knows-where acquired, what had felt like an endless supply of lubrication for their use with Iruka's sexual need.
Free to leave Genma and Raidou once more drifted together, there ANBU shadows closely following. When Snake wrapped strong arms about Raidou's waist; He let out a surprised squeak. Under the boring black uniform he could feel, breasts, ones he assumed was tightly bound for he'd mistaken his shadow to be a man. Raidou did not have time for further exclamations as both lovers were jitsu-transported directly into their shared flat. A quick bow at the waist with left hand open over their hearts and both ANBU was gone in the usual silent wisps' of smoke.
"Love, you look like I feel." Genma brushes his finger tips over the face scars of the man before him. There bodies merging once more, lips meeting softly and slowly, the small hungry pecks deepening into more, as long moments pass.
"Gen, I so want to screw your brains out." Raidou let his head tilt into the soft touch of his life-mate, the only one he let pet his scars like this.
Both men collapse on the nearby futon, neither letting the other out of their needy reach. With well practised ease, clothing was removed, a kiss, then more freshly revealed skin. Soft moans began to fill the suddenly all too silent room, after the hours with Iruka's constant screaming. Yet nothing would halt this slow healing sexual dance, foreplay at its deepest level.
There goal was not to see who could reach a screaming high first, or even a competition to see which one had more stamina. No, this was about worship, worship of the one most interment and sacred form. Kisses lengthened and lapping licks became woven into reassurance found in another.
"I love you." Two whispered voices blend to become one, eyes looking deeply and knowing it to be true.
Fingers untangle from within long hair and short wild spikes, tracing patterns in the beading sweat, hearts thudding in their ears, the loudest sound in the room, every thing is kept slow and soft.
"Let's move to the hot-tub and get those kinks out of you." Raidou breathes in his lover's ear.
The water was always hot, just right for bodies that had been pushed to their limits, rapidly healed up to just about functioning. Each man took turns washing the other, like a mirror facing each other, lingering on sensitive spots, breathing gentle words of love in an ear or open mouth. Clean body and soul, they cuddled up, relaxing in the gentle motion of the water jets, Raidou's face relaxed, head tilted back resting on Genma's shoulder each had there arms entwined.
Finally the loving couple get out of the tub, slightly water wrinkled, but glowing as only true love from a life-mate can bring. Dried off and stumbling towards their bed a surprise was waiting. One that also solved the just discovered need for food, but too tired to do much about it. There on the small table beside the bed, which normally had a bottle of lube and Genma's latest book, was a plate of food.
"You thinking what I am love?" Raidou eyed up the plate he recognised
"That I hope this is Asuma's cooking and not Kotetsu's." A smile dazzled the room round a lolly stick Genma used instead of his usual thin senbon when at home.
As they fed each other the small rich finger foods that had been made up to cover both the shinobi's favourite things. Both sets of eyes became heavy lidded, sleep pulling more at them. Sound changed in the warm comfortable room, this time to the gentle breaths while asleep. Raidou still had yet to keep his promise to Genma, but sex could wait until morning or whatever time of day the two exhorted men next woke.
Unknown to the now sleeping men the ANBU opratives had lingered to make sure that all was well and as it should be. While fully chakra masked, they had sat on the roof playing a mute hand game to pass the time. Ibiki would no doubt request full reports, the head of I&T was like that, had to know everything going on around the village.
