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Alone Time - a Points Fic	By : realnobiki Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Alone Time - a Points Fic
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A/N: Because Shikyaku said I had to post it here too. Got the idea because of frackin-sweets's response to my question - Why did Kakashi owe Anko, and what happened between her and Guy? You might want to read Esteemed Rival and Points System II - Points Probation first - not necessary, but there are some inside jokes that relate back to these. On her site: frackin-sweet . livejournal . com
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A long day of training out in the sun left Guy with a pleasant ache in his shoulders. He stretched his arms wide and stared up at the blue sky, breathing deeply. "What a Nice Day!" he exclaimed, then stopped, grimacing. Not quite enough, he thought. "What a Breathtakingly Beautiful Day!" he exclaimed again, nodding. Better. He unstrapped the extra weights from his arms and legs and dropped them into his bag. His limbs felt lighter, almost floaty.
With another laugh, he picked up his bag and headed inside to the gym's showers. He smiled his widest smile, showing all of his teeth, at the lovely ladies on their way out. They smiled politely, but he didn't miss the derisive giggles that followed him down the hall. He turned around and smiled again, sticking out his thumb. "Such Visions of Loveliness! Your Laughter Fuels my Flame of Passionate Respect!"

They stumbled away, clutching each other's arms and laughing harder. "Flame, he says," the younger one giggled as she stood gasping on the street.

"More like flaming," her friend replied, as they walked away.
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Guy pulled a key from around his neck and opened the small door marked 'Unoccupied' at the end of the hall. He had a perfectly good shower at home, but sometimes he wanted to indulge himself, and the private washrooms in the gym were the perfect opportunity. Not a bath, no, baths were meant to be shared, soaking in the steaming hot water, surrounded by the Manly Love of your Comrades. Guy tapped his finger against the wall briefly, thinking. Kakashi, his Esteemed Rival, had taken great issue with those words the last time, holding Guy's head under water for nearly two minutes.

"Never, EVER, say 'manly' and 'love' together in public bath again," his masked friend growled when he finally allowed Guy to come up for air.

Guy opened his mouth, but Kakashi sshh'd him. "Never. Ever."

Instead, Guy shrugged and challenged Kakashi to see who could stay in the baths the longest. Guy considered saying those forbidden words when he felt his resolve wavering from the heat, but no, he would never stoop to winning with such underhanded tricks.
In the end, he won anyway. A dark-skinned young man entered the baths then, greeting them politely before he sat down and removed the towel from his head, finger-combing shoulder-length dark brown strands away from his round face marred by a single, horizontal scar. Kakashi had excused himself rather quickly after that, claiming he felt faint. How Modern his Esteemed Rival was, Guy marveled, to Admit his Weakness so readily. What Manly Confidence, he thought, wondering if he was allowed to say 'manly' by itself. No, Kakashi specifically said 'together', and Kakashi was seldom specific about anything, so 'manly confidence' was okay.
Locking the door behind him, Guy surveyed the room with a pleased sigh. A large glass shower took up one side of the room, sporting several nozzles at different levels. A basket of toiletries stood on a small table, and underneath, a stack of fluffy white towels, more than enough for three people. The room itself was a picture of quiet decadence, done in shades of cream, blues and white. Guy didn't care that much for decorating, his own apartment strictly utilitarian, but he appreciated Beauty when he saw it. He looked up and smiled at his reflection in the full-length mirror that ran down half of the back wall. To be truthful, this was why he liked this room. He trained his body hard to serve his village, and an honest visual inspection of his efforts helped him to both reveal deficiencies and inspire him to greater challenges.
Guy stripped off his vest, hanging it carefully on one of the hooks in the wall. He left his sandals in the small entry and ignored the bath sandals provided - he did not fear Fungus. The green jumpsuit was discarded, balled up and stuffed into a separate pouch of his bag, and new one hung carefully next to the vest, while the legwarmers were draped over the back of a small chair. His comrades always teased him about his choice of clothes, but he found the green suit much more comfortable than the typical shinobi uniform. Less constricting, and he could pack several changes in less space. The legwarmers, well, those kept his muscles warm - a pulled calf was painful.
Finally, Guy started his cool-down. He always did a series of exercises and stretches after a workout, just before his shower. A mental inventory of successes and failures accompanied each movement. Right shoulder too tight, he noted as he pushed his right arm out in a slow punch. Elbow loose, good. He clenched his fist once, twice, watching the tendons of his forearm. A slight ache with each movement alerted him to a possible injury - he would need to ice that later. Exercises completed, he moved onto stretches, holding each one in the mirror, watching the sweat bead on his skin and the muscles ripple.
"Yes, we are still in the Springtime of our Youth," he announced to himself with a grin and a thumbs-up to the mirror. Guy could admire his body without shame. He found the human body extraordinary, a marvel of mechanics and chemistry. Each one unique, inspiring in its own way. He admired the bodies of his male comrades as well, from Kakashi's strong hips to Asuma's broad neck, but he did not feel anything other than Manly Love for them. No, the Soft Romantic Love, that stirring in his body, he felt that only when he gazed upon the Rounded Curves and Small Feet of a woman. Any woman, really, for Guy found them all Beautiful. He was aware some of his comrades were entranced in the same way by the male form. Even his Esteemed Rival took his own pleasures from either gender, indiscriminately. But not Guy. Guy knew his own body; he did not need to explore another so similar.
With the last stretch completed, a full backbend held for several minutes on each leg, Guy stood and watched the sweat run in tiny rivulets down his chest, shivering slightly at the sensation. His skin gleamed with the sweat, and he did not find the smell unpleasant - a Manly Odor, reeking of Strong Resolve and Honest Effort. Slowly, methodically, Guy ran his hands along his arms, his chest, his legs, kneading tired and sore muscles briefly. He felt a small tingle, and he suddenly thought of the comely ladies he had seen on his way in. He was done for the day, he decided. It couldn't hurt, and he would sleep so much better for it, for while Guy was openly admiring of any woman within sight, the women, it seemed, were not as openly admiring of him.
He sighed as he allowed his hands to roam his body again, the touch this time lighter, as he imagined a woman would. Teasing along his neck, shyly brushing his nipples, skittering coyly away from his erection to graze hipbones instead. His mouth parted as he watched his body respond, his imagination and memory supplying the visual details he required. She had been loud, and brash, Guy remembered. Her curves, he groaned in memory, her curves so pronounced his hands ached to trace them. Kakashi had been so certain she would respond to his Romantic Overtures, so Guy had gone that night, with all manner of gifts, and waited. He waited all night and well into the morning, but the Beauteous Anko had obviously been called away, providing Unselfish Service to her village. Collecting the sweat from his arms, he grasped his cock, tightly, and began to stroke, slowly at first. Anko, he decided, would not stay Coyly Shy for long, and his hand increased its speed.
He did not feel weak or ashamed at his indulgence as some men might. A muscle unused would atrophy and become prone to injury, so Guy trained his sexual organs with the same intensity as his arms or legs. The pleasure it gave was an added incentive, and Guy had discovered, through hard work as always, how to prolong that pleasure through judicious muscular control.
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"No. Fucking. Way." The woman with the spiky ponytail sat on a chair with her legs stretched out, gripping the seat with her fingers. "Kurenai, are you seeing this? This isn't some genjutsu, is it?"

The red-eyed woman shook her head, her mouth slightly open. "I always thought his name was ridiculous, but now I have to say, it suits him."

"Still ridiculous," Anko shot back, her head bobbing slightly as she watched the man kneel in front of the mirror with his legs spread, his hand setting up a punishing pace. "He's gonna blow too fast," she sighed finally, shaking her head.

Kurenai shrugged and turned her face away. She didn't know how Anko had talked her into this, but truthfully, it sounded like fun at first. And the earlier show had been interesting. Guy was surprisingly flexible and that alone was worth a gawk or two. But she never considered a man would be comfortable doing that anywhere but his own home.

"He's built, though," Anko said thoughtfully. "And hung like a bull." She eyed Kurenai with a grin. "Hey, is he bigger than Asuma?"

"What? How should I know that?" Kurenai couldn't keep her eyes from darting a glance, considering the question. "I keep telling you, we're just friends, Anko." She closed her eyes and crossed her arms, shifting in her seat. About the same, she decided silently, but Asuma had a broader chest.
Anko snorted, her eyes glued to Guy's body. "Yeah, you keep saying that, and we keep not believing you."

"Believe or not, it's the truth," Kurenai lied. She looked through the mirror again, briefly. "He has nice teeth," she said finally.

"He does," Anko agreed. She watched his face for a bit, surprised. The eyebrows were horrible, and the hair was all wrong, but he had a nice, strong mouth.

The two women tensed when they heard a painfully loud groan, followed by a shuddering gasp, watching the play of muscles from groin to neck. Guy groaned again, panting hard, his hand slowing. He smiled briefly, a small smile, still stroking gently.
"Did he come? I didn't see anything, um, spurt," Kurenai asked, confused. Then she blushed, because she had just admitted she'd been watching.

"So you do like to watch," Anko replied archly, chuckling at her friend's deepening blush. She turned her attention back to Guy. "He came, but..." She gasped, sudden understanding breaking over her face. "Fuck. He's multi-orgasmic," she breathed.

"No way, men can't do that."

"Most men can't do that. It takes a shitload of control, and a lot of practice."

Kurenai giggled at the look of awe on Anko's face. "Wonder why Aya didn't mention that little tidbit," she prodded. "Wonder what else she lied about?"

"Why would she lie about something like that?" Anko groused, annoyed. That back-stabbing little bitch!

"I think the answer to that is obvious," Kurenai grinned back.

Anko didn't bother replying - the answer was obvious.
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Guy stood up, his eyes half-lidded. He was deep into his fantasy, the curvy kunoichi on her knees, her arms out-stretched, begging for his attention. He switched hands, then placed one hand against the mirror, watching the muscles in his stomach. He was sweating again, so he shook his head to force it from his eyes. The first time had been good, and he'd maintained his control, but he wondered if he should let it go now. He could keep this up for hours, but it was getting late, and he needed to eat. Spying some hand lotion in the basket nearby, he stopped and took a few pumps of it, sniffing it carefully. Unscented, that was good. He found the added fragrance irritating.
Hand braced against the mirror again, Guy spread the lotion easily, slowly, imagining a wet, pretty mouth lapping at his cock. Some might believe Guy was too pure, too nice, to fantasize about someone he knew, but he was a man, too. He longed for the Passionate Caresses of a woman, a softer skin pressed against his while he slept. His Esteemed Rival, Kakashi, was his closest friend, but Kakashi couldn't fill all of Guy's needs. Well, Guy grimaced, he supposed Kakashi could, but... eeuuwwww. Desperately, Guy dragged his attention back to his fantasy. His hand moved faster, the erratic rhythm of his own body guiding his movements as he thrust gently, thumbing the tip of his cock and biting his lips, not to keep in the noise, but because his little kunoichi in his mind was awfully aggressive, and delightfully strong. Close, he thought, and he increased his speed.
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"He's really loud for a guy," Kurenai said, her attention fully riveted on the man in the next room.

Anko snorted again. "It's Guy. He's always loud." Her mind was going places she'd never intended it to go as she watched Guy graze his nails across his cock, crying out in ecstacy.

"Regrets?" Kurenai teased.

"Maybe," Anko admitted. Okay, more than regrets, they were out and out 'you stupid cow, how could you pass up a chance at that?', and they were getting louder. "Do you think he really stalked her?"

Kurenai shook her head. "All I know is she moved. But she was engaged, so maybe that had something to do with it."

"You think he's into sharing?" Anko asked hopefully. If Guy was up for just a healthy fuck... She sighed as the voices in her head got louder. "How was I supposed to know he was like that?" she complained, shaking her head at Kurenai's glare. "Sorry, just talking to myself."

"Well you and yourself keep it down. He's going to hear us. He's a jonin, too, you know."
Minutes ticked by, and Kurenai was starting to get a little bored. Not that it wasn't a nice view, but she couldn't ignore her friend's gasps and moans as Anko worked herself into a voyeuristic frenzy. Plus, how could she ever look Guy in the face after watching this?

"He's close," Anko whispered, then checked her watch. "Forty-five minutes. Fuck, Kurenai, have you ever met a man that can masturbate for that long?"

"I, uh..." Kurenai exhaled noisily, rubbing her eyes. "No. I can't say that I have." She caught Anko's glance and they both giggled. "Anko, we have to work with him! Now everytime I see him -"

"Yeah," Anko agreed. "I think I might develop a fetish for green spandex."
The end came suddenly, with a Mighty Roar. Guy's neck was thrown back, all of his muscles tensed. Kurenai nearly shrieked when a giant glob of thick white semen spurted onto the mirror, and she stood up quickly and nearly overturned her chair in her haste to move away, as if the force of Guy's ejaculation would shatter the two-way mirror.

Anko, on the other hand, was on her knees, hands splayed against the mirror, her eyes wide and mouth open, as if she might catch a drop of two for herself.

Guy laughed, his eyes shutting completely. He turned and walked into the shower, turning the sprayers out full blast.
"Anko?" Kurenai asked softly, her own voice shaky because damn, the back view was even better than the front.

"eeee."

Kurenai laughed, pushing her chair aside. "Are you okay?"

"eeee."

Ruffling the younger woman's hair, Kurenai tried to ease Anko's suffering. "He left in on the mirror. Isn't that disgusting?"

"eeee." Anko shuddered, then shrugged. "If he leaves the room without cleaning it up, then I'll be disgusted."

"Bet he can't find the clitoris."

Anko stared up at the red-eyed woman. "I'll fucking draw him a map, Kurenai!" She shook her head, realizing she had all but declared her intentions to pursue Guy.

"What about the G-spot?"

"You're kidding, right? With that tool, he could find the G-spot, the D-spot, and the XYZ-spot! In the dark, blindfolded and both hands tied behind his back!" Anko groaned at the mental image that gave her. Sometimes, not wearing panties was a problem. She would definitely need a tissue soon if she kept this up.
"Guess you owe Kakashi an apology for the shit you pulled, then."

Anko laughed again, not at all missing Kurenai's meaning. "Fuck that. Hatake owes me!"

"What? How do you figure?"

Standing up and brushing off her knees, Anko turned a feral grin back at Kurenai. "Turns out that new guy really could find the prostate."

"Kakashi told you that?" Kurenai asked, hand on her hip and disbelief in her voice.

"Not exactly. But it just happens that Tenzou is my new next-door neighbor. Annnnd his bedroom is next to my kitchen. Sound travels verrrry well. Thin walls, you know."

"You are such a LIAR! I know your new place is soundproofed." She didn't mention it was required in the lease when Anko moved in. Apparently Anko's former landlord talked.

"Fine. I might have 'accidentally' knocked a small hole in the wall."

"And?"

Anko gave her friend a smug look. "Like I said. Hatake owes me!"
Their conversation stopped when Guy emerged from the shower, dripping wet.

Kurenai sighed, and Anko nodded. "He looks almost normal like that," she said wistfully.

He toweled off quickly, then dressed. Finally, he bent down and rubbed a wet tissue across the mirror, removing all traces from sight. He left the room, cracking his neck as he walked, whistling.

"See? All cleaned up," Anko chirped. Honestly, she was happy, because that might have been a deal-breaker. Jizz on the face was okay, but jizz on the furniture, not okay at all. Anko liked her furniture.
Kurenai pulled open the door and stepped into the recently vacated washroom. "Anko, how exactly did you find out about this room?"

"Grapevine," Anko shrugged back. "According to Namiashi, this whole wing used to be part of the minimum security prison. Political refugees, well-placed spies, that sort of thing."

"Namiashi, huh? He's not that much older than I am, and I don't remember any prison here."

"He got the story from someone else. Big guy, really big."

"Oh, Akimichi. Yeah, he would know."
"So, what are you going to do now?" Kurenai asked with a grin.

Anko sighed. "Don't know. What if he really is the 'love-me-forever' type of guy? What if he really stalks? I don't want to move again. I LIKE my apartment!" That was true, and not just because of the awesome Tenzou action next door.

Kurenai tapped a nail against her lips. "I could always ask Aya the truth. She's married now, I doubt she would lie."

"Would you? Please please please?" Anko begged, jumping up and down as they walked down the hall. "Unless, of course, you want a crack at tall, dark, and 'oh-my-god-fuck-me'? Since you and Asuma are just, you know, 'friends'."

Anko's laughter followed her into the street as Kurenai put a hand to her face, hiding the blush. But then, two could play that game. "Maybe," Kurenai replied, dredging up a leer. She laughed at the look on Anko's face before she waved, trotting down the street. "Besides, it'll take some time to get an answer from Sand."

"You're kidding, right? Kurenai?"

"Maybe."
[END]
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A/N: I don't even know what to say. This thing just went so many places I never intended it to go. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Now go read frackin-sweets's response, Hole in the Kitchen. Tenzou has the best quote ever.
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