Chapter 2 - Guard Duty

~-Guard Duty-~

The bored ANBU soldier huffed in exasperation- guard duty was uneventful, as always.  Tenzo hated getting guard duty; there was nothing to do.  He came across as a cool, collected guy who didn’t mind sitting in one place for hours on end.  That was probably why he got stuck with the job so much.  But honestly, the only time he could stand to sit still for hour on end was when he was at home, sitting in front of the t.v.

He’d already been here an hour, staring blankly at the empty forest.  After he’d made his rounds once, Tenzo had parked himself on the surprisingly comfortable branch of a tree, sprawled lazily over the grey bark.  A gloved hand propped a masked face by the elbow.  The silence only seemed to intensify as he sat there, motionless, and it pressed against his eardrums almost painfully, until he wanted to scream.  Anything to break the unnatural silence.  Unable to stand it a moment longer, Tenzo raised his hand to his head, keying up the com on his radio, looking for any sort of chatter that he could jump into.  Something. Anything.  Or he’d lose his mind.

The crackle of the radio in his ear was so loud that he gave a reflexive jerk, his head slipping from his hand.  He swore as his mask collided with the branch he was lain out on, and he quickly turned down the volume.  Silence greeted him when he turned it on, but after his expletive, it crackled in his ear and he tensed, not believing his own luck.

“Who’s that with the filthy mouth on the com?”  A mellow female voice greeted him, the teasing alto surprisingly familiar.

“Captain Yamato, at your service, Hisako-san,” Tenzo replied, mimicking her teasing tone.  He remembered Hisako.  How could he not?  He had only met her twice, but he was quite taken with her quiet beauty, her calm demeanor.  She wasn’t arrogant like some of the ANBU kunoichi, and she wasn’t full of herself like… well, Ino Yamanaka for example.  The blonde thinks she’s god’s gift to man, and frankly, it pissed Tenzo off to no bounds.

“Ohhh, I remember you.  Guard duty killin’ you… Ten-chan?”  The com crackled as she snickered.

He froze as the dreaded nickname fell on his ears.  Only one person called him that- a certain white-haired sharingan user who apparently needed his vocal cords ripped out.  “That damn Kakashi… I’ll kill him, I really will,” he vowed darkly.

“He may tease you, Yama-kun, but it’s only cause he likes you,” the girl replied seriously to his threat.  Then she giggled.  “Actually, I think he likes you a lot.”

The innuendo in her voice was not lost on Tenzo, and his cheeks warmed at the implication.  It was true, the older man was relentless in his flirting with his kohai.  It was all in jest, though, Tenzo knew. Well… he hoped.

“As much as Kakashi-sempai enjoys trying to get me to describe my underwear in vivid detail, he is definitely one-hundred percent straight.  Well… at least seventy percent,” he added laughingly, but Hisako was still focused on the first part of his comment.

“He tries to get you to describe your underwear?  Is your underwear choice really that interesting?”  Her honest curiosity and light tone was probably the only reason he didn’t laugh it off and change the subject like he normally would have.

“I don’t think so, but apparently he does.”

“What kind are you wearing right now?”  Hisako asked, waiting with bated breath as the com went silent.  Too silent.  He was nonresponsive for so long, she was afraid he wouldn’t respond.  But apparently luck was on her side.  She wasn’t even sure why she asked that.

“Today… maroon silk boxers.”  His breath caught at the appreciative sigh that reverberated in his ear.

“My favorite,” she replied as a sigh that ended in a lilt.

“Oh?”  He responded immediately.  “Why’s that?”

“Because I like the way it feels under my fingers.”  She waited, holding her breath again.  This conversation had only two paths now- dark, dirty, and adult… or nonexistent.

Tenzo’s head slipped off his hand in surprise again and his foot lost its purchase on the branch for a moment.  He was not expecting this when he turned on his radio.  And her calm, unflustered delivery was more enticing than anything else.  He wanted to see how far he’d have to go before that demeanor cracked.

“Ohhh?  How’s that, then?”

“Well, it just glides.  There’s no friction.”  Her responses were getting braver as she became more comfortable with the direction of their conversation.

“Mm,” he replied, his hum of assent giving Hisako goosebumps.  “What if your hand were underneath them?”  Tenzo’s voice was devoid of any lighthearted humor now.  In its place was a dark, adult undertone that made Hisako’s toes curl in anticipation.

“A bit more friction,” she breathed after a moment’s hesitation, and Tenzo could almost feel her warm hand ghosting over his skin.

“Oh, but the best kind,” he countered in a low, almost lazy tone that would have done Kakashi proud.  It did nothing to betray the presence of his ever-growing need.

“Mm,” Hisako responded noncommittally, biting her lip.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”  His unexpected question startled her.

“I told you what I was wearing,” was all he said.

“Umm… Hold on, let me check.”  Tenzo could hear rustling over the com, and he knew that somewhere the pale brunette was untying the strings of her uniform pants and taking a peek of her underwear.  And that thought turned him on a lot more than he thought it would.  A bit more rustling, and silence.

“Well?”  His voice showed none of the impatience he was feeling.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m not wearing any,” she clarified in a stronger voice.

“Liar,” he accused teasingly.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Nope.  If you weren’t wearing any, you wouldn’t have needed to check.  You would have been able to feel it,” he explained.

“Damn.  You got me.”

“Wellllll…?” A bit of impatience.

“…. Neon blue, with light blue ribbons trimming the hips,” she finally admitted with a sigh.

“Bikini? Boy-shorts? Th-“

“Thong,” she replied, cutting him off.

He closed his eyes, enjoying that mental picture in silence.

“Stop it,” she said, breaking him out of his daydream.

“Stop what?”  His teasing tone didn’t escape her notice, and her cheeks warmed.

“It feels like you’re picturing it.”

“I am picturing it,” he replied.  “Matching bra?”

More silence on her end.

“Not matching?”

“No, it’s not that,” she responded quietly.

“Am I embarrassing you?”

“No…”

“Then what?”  Tenzo heard her sigh crackle in his ear.

“I’m not wearing one.”

He chose to believe her this time.

“Oh, is that so?”  His tone, which had just acquired a rough edge, were at odds with his teasing words, and her pulse jumped.  “Too much effort?”

“Something like that,” she admitted.  “The uniform vest is tight enough.”

“Mm, I bet it is,” he agreed in what could only be described as a growl.  “I could help with that, if you wanted.”

He heard heard her sharp intake of breath, and he could practically see her take that full lower lip between her teeth and chew on it, deliberating on how to respond.  Any moment now, that lip would slide from her teeth and she’d breath out the question so sensually-

“How?”

And there it is.  

“Well, I could unzip your vest, to relieve some of the tension.  But I’m sure your breasts would be aching, and I’d feel obligated to massage them for you,” Tenzo explained in a low, hoarse voice.

“Wh-“  Hisako’s voice cracked, and she cleared her throat, trying again.  “Why would you want to?”  The hopeless whisper damn near broke Tenzo’s heart.  As it was, he sat up, his feet hanging from the branch.

“You’re joking, right?”  He asked incredulously.

“…..”

“You honestly don’t know how beautiful you are?”  Disbelief dripped from every word.

“I’m not beautiful,” she scoffed, her response immediate.  “I’m not like Ino and those other girls.  I’m average at best.’  Tenzo shook his head, astonished.  This girl had no idea…

“Girls like Ino…”  He sighed in exasperation.  “They know how to get what they want out of a guy.”

“Are you saying I don’t?”

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying at all,” he backpedaled quickly.  “I’m certain you’re perfectly capable of getting exactly what you want out of a man.”  A shiver of anticipation worked its way up his spine.  She could get what she wanted out of him any day of the week.  “My point was that guys can kind of sense if a girl’s easy… And you don’t come off that way.”

“Are you saying that Ino’s easy?”

“No comment.”

She laughed at that, but too quickly for Tenzo’s liking, lapsed back into silence.

“Is it so hard to believe that I find you desirable?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“No one else ever has,” she answered simply.  “I don’t see why that would change now.”

“Well, if you were here, you wouldn’t be able to deny it.”

“Hmm?”

“I have physical proof of how desirable you are,” he rasped.

And just like that, they were back to normal.  Well… ‘normal.’

“Oh?” She responded breathlessly.

“Very… hard proof.”

“How much proof?”  Her voice hit a sensual, seductive tone, and Tenzo was lost instantly.  He opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out.  He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Eight cubic inches of it,” he replied in a low, sexy tone that made Hisako’s knees weak and moisture began to gather between her legs.  Tenzo thought he actually heard her whimper, but he couldn’t be sure.  Her silence continued, and as seconds dragged into a minute, and one minute dragged into two, Tenzo grew restless.  Another minute went by; still nothing.

“Are you still there, Hisako-san?”

“Yes, I’m… I’m still here,” she said faintly.  “That’s… I… wow.”

“I know,” he replied honestly, no hint of pride or bragging in his voice.

After several long beats of silence, he groaned, to which she responded with a whimper.

“You’re picturing it?” He asked hoarsely.

“Trying to,” she responded shamelessly.  “How thick?”  Hisako asked in that same seductive voice that Tenzo was helpless to resist.  Not that he’d want to, anyway.

“Hmm… Maybe about the circumference of an American half-dollar?”

Definitely a whimper.

“I really don’t think that would fit,” she said in a breathless moan.


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