Yeah, the evilness of chapter five. Beware. . . . The rating of this chapter is definitly pushing the PG-13 evelope. . .And the rating of this fic eill probably go up as we're planning a party. In the most literal sense. Have fun.

Five - The Day Choi Turned In His Retirement Papers - Five

The steam was a thick sultry blend of all things carnal as it wafted through the small, wood-paneled room and filled the air with smoldering, quivering anticipation. Anticipation which Hyun felt keenly as he waited, navy blue towel spread across his lap, for Rinkai to return from stowing their clothing in the cubbies provided.

At first Hyun had been reluctant to partake in the sauna, but after having Lola assure him--Rinkai had some sort of influence with this big-breasted woman of advanced age and blond hair that Hyun didn't even want to begin to question him about--that they would be the only to in it, he agreed and slowly and somewhat bashfully stripped to trade in his clothing for a towel. That was how Rinkai had gotten saddled with the job of stowing their possessions in the changing rooms and Hyun had been forced to sulk off without the opportunity of watching Rinkai undress.

It wasn't as if Hyun wanted to see Rinkai undress, no he didn't have any desire whatsoever to see the sharp contrast between the tan body parts he always saw and the undoubtedly milky skin beneath those bandages or the way his lean form rippled with a defined elegance, but it was the principle of the matter! Rinkai had watched him take off his clothing so it was only fair that he be afforded a show too...Not that it would have been a pleasant sight... No, Rinkai wasn't attractive and his body was not pleasing to look upon...'Liar.'

Before Hyun could further berate himself, the object of his mental unrest sauntered cockily into the sauna and slid the door closed, crimson towel draped across his lean waist and bandages ever present over his cheeks and eyes. What Hyun saw though, even in the obscurity of the steam, was enough to make him stare, slack-jawed in wonder. Rinkai was not pleasing to look upon, he'd been honest in that respect, because he was a statue brought to life. Broad shoulders tapered down an amazingly kept chest, which he'd never seen due to the wrappings and shirt his companion usually always wore, and then down to an abdomen so pure and flawlessly sculpted that Hyun could have sworn that he was instead looking at a chiseled slab of white marble and finally to the waist, the towel obscured all else between his stomach and mid thigh. And Hyun visibly recoiled at the beauty put before him.

"What's the matter, Hyun? Lizard got your tongue," Rinkai drawled out, continuing his path toward Hyun whose own body–Hyun's form was like Rinkai's in that they shared the classic markings of a tall, athletic physique: the broad shoulders, long limbs, and powerful stomach but Hyun differed from the Tokage since he was fuller, heavier than Rinkai. His mucles were more readily noticed and his darker complexion listened with sweat from the steam filtering about the room–tensed obviously.

"N–No," Hyun stammered, fists knotting about the blue towel draped over his lap as his eyes darted back oward Rinkai who only smirked and shook his black bangs from his face.

"Do you want him to?" Rinkai was no longer standing, having taken a seat next to Hyun and drapped his legs across the young man's lap while lazily pushing his unruly strands from his face.

"Uh...Uh..."

"It's a simple question, Hyun. Gods! You make everything so complicated." Rinkai was smiling now, leaning forward to place on hand upon Hyun's shoulder to whisper into his ear, feet dangling off on the other side of the grey-eyed boy's lap.

"I do not!" He flinched and tried to push Rinkai's legs off of his lap since he was feeling decidedly uncomfortable with it there.

"Do so, now stop moving and answer the damn question." Rinakai smirked, clearly annoyed, and shfited his legs back to where they were.

"Do not! And get off of me," Hyun snarled, pushing Rinkai's legs down and folding his arms against his chest with a snort, not daring to even look at Rinakai for fear of caving. No, he wouldn't cave...Not this time, not now...

"But I like being on you..." Rinkai teased once more, his voice overly husky as he drawled out the end and reasserted his legs on Hyun's lap, and leaned back on his elbows to sneer openly at Hyun's nervousness.

"I...You...Whatever," Hyun finally managed to get out while blushing, turning his head in the opposite direction of Rinkai to fume openly and hopefully hide his embarassment in the steam. Gods, the steam.

"Mmm...Good, Hyun, I'm glad you like me being on you too," Rinkai was pushing it now and if he didn't act soon, his opportunity would be blown into pieces by the bastards nervousness. "Now answer my question, do you want the lizard to have your tongue or not?"

"No, Rinkai! damn it!" Hyun snarled in rage, glaring through the thick mist at the Tokage who seemed to be basking in the heat. But then Hyun looked back toward Rinkai only to discover a second too late that he'd moved and was now straddling his lap, hand pressed to Hyun's chest and yet another smirk on his lips.

"Okay...So you don't like lizards..." Rinkai made a low hissing sound as he sucked in a breath and slowly arched his back so that his chest was touching Hyun's and both hands were on the Jung's shoulder's..."But what about me? Do you have any qualms about me having your tongue?" Words were whispered in that same husky tone as Rinkai's mouth moved sharp and swift against Hyun's, tongue dancing slowly across he parched surfaces of the young man's mouth before slipping inside.

Hyun moaned, hands lashing around Rinkai's waist, and scratched and scraped to bring the lizard closer into the kiss, his own tongue lashing out and battling Rinkai's for dominace, swirling and griding against the sweet, pink oral muscle that threatened to invade the waiting heat of his mouth. Just a bit longer and he'd be able to–

The door silently creaked open and a rather tall, elderly looking man with grey hair swept backward and finely trimmed black moustache slowly crept into Hyun's room.

The room, like the rest of Hyun's house, had an ancient, aristocratic feel to the furnishings and flawlessly dusted floor and wall. His bed was located against the wall opposite the door just below a small window and a larger window, window seat included, was located on the wall to the left of the sliding paper door. To the right side were several large cases containing various scrolls and weapons, bladed weapons; ranged weapons; and various other weapons of assorted shapes and sizes along with a plethora of scrolls ranging from small and thin to thick and voluminous, while further down the same wall as the door was a separate sliding paper door which led into a roomy closet.

Just on the outside of the room, from the hall that the man walked, were several smaller doors leading off into various rooms which only Hyun made use of--seeing as how the entire western wing of the Jung Family main house was dedicated to him and his training purposes--such a restroom and large, spacious dojo apart from the training square located in the backyard area just off to the side of the tranquility gardens.

The man cleared his throat, brown eyes smiling as they took in his young master who was at the moment thrashing in his sheets, to attempt to awken Hyun from his slumber with no avail. 'Young master is troubled today,' Choi thought, somewhat amused, as he crossed the room to Hyun's bed.

"Young master, please awaken. It is time for your training," he murmured gently as he leaned over and pressed a hand on to Hyun's shoulder, cautious as always since the young master had a habit of attempting to do serious harm to his attendant during these wakeup calls. In all honesty, though they afforded Choi a private moment alone with his master--which they were loathe to have now that Hyun had begun training in earnest and no longer had time for his old friend--before the young shinobi awoke and darted off to a full day's schedule, he hated doing this because it was always a hazard to his health to wake up a shinobi.

Choi frowned when Hyun on flailed more and grunted and rolled off on to the floor which would have been bad enough if Hyun didn't keep murmuring, "Ooo...Nice...No, more..." and didn't latch on his legs to begin some rather provocative hip movements against his shin. Before Choi could move, Hyun was sitting on his foot, his sweaty arms and legs wrapped around Choi's right leg, and was thusting madly against him.

"Young sir...that is highly improper..." Choi stammered nervously in gentle reprimand only to have Hyun grunt and murmur something about him playing 'coy' and tighten his grip. "Sir..Please, have some dignity!"

"Noo...stop moving, it'll feel better this way," Hyun responded, eyes closed and head lolling from side to side, and then began to massage Choi's calves and chew gingerly on his knee.

"Hyun! Wake up this instatnt! No lizard has your tongue!" Choi bellowed, grasping Hyun's shoulders and kicking him off against the wall before huffing and straightening his clothing. "Young sir, I do not know what has gotten into you...or your dreams for the matter, but you would do well to get rid of it..." Choi warned as he watched Hyun whimper and rub the bump on the back of his head," immediately." With that said, Choi bowed and dismissed himself from Hyun's room with a disapproving shake of his head.

"What was that all about?" Hyun thought drowsily as he yawned, once again rubbing his head, and rose from his bed to make it. Sheets folded to a crisp, blanket laid carefully atop it without a single wrinkle to be seen and then pillows, there were three, carefully fluffed and placed across the head of his bed. Hyun had long since opted for a larger, more comfortable futon and as such it was thicker than most in width and matierial so the navy blue sheets lay across them perfectly, stretched just enough to allow for a tight secure fit and minimal wrinkles.

"Choi is just weird, that's all... I didn't do anything... At least I don't think I did," Hyun murmured as he selected clothes suitable for training. Odd that since every other scrap of material in his room was blue that Hyun would pick a pair of maroon pants equivalent in fit and material--they were breathable and fit his legs perfectly without being overly tight and restrictive--to his chuunin uniform as his training attire. Since more often than not, he slept nude, Hyun had a simple task of sliding the pants on but as he bent over to slide the maroon pants over his feet he paused and looked down.

"The hell?" He was shocked; afraid was more like it as he gulped. He gulped again and then he sighed. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like...Maybe that wasn't...and maybe it was...hopefully it wasn't...because if it was, it meant he really had been dreaming about...Hyun gulped and pressed his fingers to the inside of his thigh...Then he screamed: "RINKAI!"

-Gigglefits- Yes, that was Hyun's wet dream.

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