Disclaimer: Naruto is not my toy, although sometimes I wish it was. Everyone you meet here belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, I just borrow them, occasionally.
Author's Note: I blame Sweetbriar for the setting, and myself for the characterisation. There's kind of a long story behind this, but just call it AU-swapping crack. Hayate is not the delicate flower he is so frequently assumed to be, and Genma will sacrifice anything to make him smile.
Warnings: Violence, expletives, yaoi (eventually).
"Fuck off, Genma. I'm not in the mood." Hayate turned, gracefully stepping through the kata, leading with his sword. "I have had a very long day, and I am very tired of people."
He finished the kata and spun, with the sword, cleanly severing the tips off the branches of the willow that hung over Genma. "People and their --" The sword flashed again and more willow littered the ground. "-- patronizing, artificial --" He struck again. "-- concern."
Genma flashed into existence behind his young lover, capturing the swordsman's arms in an embrace. "And my concerns? Mine are at least genuine," he whispered into Hayate's ear. "I think you need to relax for a little while. Put the fools aside and let me remind you that there are better things in life than they will ever have."
Hayate protested half-heartedly. "Let me go, you bastard. I don't need to relax. I'm fine."
"Are you, really? Then tell me this doesn't feel good." Genma's fingers pressed into the space under Hayate's left shoulderblade, and the little swordsman moaned softly, and leaned back against him, sword hanging loosely from his right hand. "And this?" Genma's fingers moved again, pushing three points around Hayate's spine where it passed between his hips.
Hayate's dark eyes flew wide at the touch, as pure liquid warmth spread through his body. "Ah -- Genma! Don't!" He coughed violently, holding onto Genma's hip for balance. "Don't do that while I'm standing."
Smirking, Genma nipped at Hayate's ear. "Then lay down, and I'll do it again."
"No! I don't need your... your..." Hayate completely misplaced his train of thought as Genma's warm fingers slid up the back of his shirt, walking up the pressure points along his spine.
"You don't need my what?" the smug bastard purred into the swordsman's ear.
"I forgot." Hayate just stared, stunned, into the garden for a few moments. "Weren't you going to do something useful? Go make dinner. I have to put my sword away."
Genma opened his mouth to make an entirely tasteless comment regarding swords, but managed to check himself before it left his mouth. "Dinner. Right. Tea-rice with melon and stir-fried rabbit? I think there's leftover rabbit from last night."
"Just make food, Shiranui." Hayate glared over his shoulder and stalked off into the garden.
"As you wish." Genma shook his head and wandered toward the kitchen. Whatever had gone on, Hayate was not pleased about it, and was, thankfully, trying very hard not to take it out on him. He could respect that. With a small shrug, he opened the fridge and began to find his ingredients.