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[beachlass]

Gen/Rai fic for nezumiko

The forest was chill and dark in the twilight. The trunks of the nearest birch trees were splattered with blood, the iron tinge in the air. The only sounds were the quiet ripple of a nearby spring and Raidou shouting desparately.

 

“Genma! Dammit. GENMA! Wake the fuck up Gen!”

 

Too much of the blood on the white birch bark was Genma’s. Raidou had fought to get to Gen’s side… had cut down the three surprised Mist Nins in his way once he’d seen his partner take some sort of razor attack hit. But Genma was down on the forest floor, and there was too much fucking blood.

 

“Genma. Gen!” Raidou’s throat choked with fear as Genma lay in his lap unresponsive. Blood was slick and slowly cooling on Raidou’s hands where they pressed against the worst wounds on Genma’s neck and face. Genma was pale, and his breathing was slowing to a uneven rattle.

 

Raidou shifted, and slid Genma off his legs and onto the forest floor. Spreading his right hand to apply pressure to the most area he could, he reached into his vest pocket for adhesive bandage. The kind Genma never used, because he hated the way it felt stuck to his skin. After he got the wounds covered, he reluctantly pulled both hands away to perform the seals to activate the ANBU summoning jutsu. If he could keep Genma alive, an ANBU squad was their best bet to get back to safety. If he couldn’t… if he couldn’t, they would have two bodies for disposal.

 

Carefully he straddled Genma’s limp form, and then, with a tenderness he never showed his best friend when he was conscious, he slid his fingers under the hem of Genma’s bandana, and gently pushed it off. Genma’s dark hair spilled across the yellow curling leaves. Raidou wound the fingers of one hand into Genma’s hair, braced himself with the other. Then he slowly lowered his face and whispered against Genma’s mouth. “Stay with me, you stubborn son of a bitch. You’ve been teasing me for years, and you owe me a kiss.” He brushed his lips against Genma’s, felt the roughness of stubble that wasn’t long enough to show. “Come on, Gen. Don’t go away. I’ll only follow.” And he kissed Genma again, pressing against unresponsive lips. Then he lowered his face and buried it in Genma’s neck. He held his weight off Genma, but stayed close enough to feel Genma’s breathing, to share body warmth. His back was unprotected, but if a threat approached, they would have to go through him to get to Genma. And he waited. For enemies, for darkness, for ANBU… for whatever came next for the two of them.

In other news, I am inordinately pleased with myself, because I replaced the faucet in my bathroom sink. All. By. Myself.

Comments

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading, and for the praise on my mad sink-fixing skills.

And I'm sure that ANBU arrived shortly thereafter, and bundled the lads safely home.

[kattmad.livejournal.com]

ooo...such devotion...could only end in a good way right?

and I have mad sink-clogging hair...

*runs off to rut thru beachlass' stories*