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Lost the Fight	By : KaramaNine Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own GI Joe or any of the characters I used, and I make no money off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost the Fight
- 1
Author's Note
For more, much more, Tommy/Junko goodness, check out CrystalEllinon's stories here. She is the one who made me realize that Junko is awesome, because of how wonderfully she writes her.
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“Walk with me.”
Junko almost jumped out of her skin – she hadn’t heard her Sensei coming towards her at all. She turned towards the voice and bowed, but he was already walking away. She forced herself to hurry after him, despite knowing she was in for a very unpleasant talk. She had been mentally readying herself for days, and as painful as the process was, she knew it was necessary to go through with it if they were to remain master and apprentice.
Still, it was difficult. She supposed it was a horrible cliché for her to have fallen so hard for the man who’d saved her life and who even now was keeping her safe and training her to a level of skill, speed and strength she wouldn’t have thought possible before meeting him. Cliché or not, however, and despite their frequent arguments, she hadn’t been able to help her feelings.
She had tried. Being in love was, from every case she’d ever seen, much more trouble than it was worth. A bit of exhilaration, most of it hormonal, but eventually nothing but pain when the relationship crumbled. Love was impractical; it robbed one of one’s wits and the amount of pain it could bring upon losing the object of one’s affection was unacceptable. Losing her parents had been bad enough… why ever would she want to burden herself with irresistible feelings for someone else who might die on her or leave?
So, she had spent a lot of time replaying training sessions in her head, looking for off putting character flaws or hints that his heart was taken. She HAD found flaws, quite easily too, but they had only made him appear more human and thus, more accessible. Even the arguments weren’t working as a deterrent; she’d been pretty much provoking them lately, pushing his buttons on purpose to get him ranting on something they disagreed on, and although she’d get just as angry as he would, she’d come out of them feeling as if they’d just had a lover’s quarrel.
She had also spent many sleepless hours thinking of how inappropriate a relationship between a master and his apprentice probably was. She didn’t know, per say, that it just wasn’t done, but it was certainly an easy guess. And as for his heart being taken, all she’d been able to scrounge up was more and more evidence that in the romantic sense at least, it wasn’t.
Then, one morning six days earlier, she’d just… snapped. It was literally what it had felt like; there hadn’t been much reason for it to happen at that moment, in fact she really wouldn’t have been able to explain it, but fighting her attraction to Tommy Arashikage had suddenly become entirely out of the question.
****
Junko sighed as her arrow embedded itself near the edge of the target. She picked another one from her quiver and nocked it, lips pursed in irritation.
Stupid thing, veering off course just because of a silly breeze…
“You haven’t developed a good sense for the wind yet,” her sensei said from next to her. He leaned in close and put a hand on her shoulder to signal her to wait before taking another shot.
She barely heard the words, utterly distracted by the touch. She mentally scolded herself and made herself concentrate on her lesson. She’d long given up convincing herself she wasn’t in love with the man, but she had no intention of giving in to the feelings. She’d beat them down into submission if it took years.
“Close your eyes and feel the wind on your skin,” he continued. He moved, putting his hands on hers. She knew that regardless of how her stupid hormones felt about it, the contact was just for her teacher to feel how tense her hands were, and he confirmed it with his next comment. “Relax,” he said sternly. He typically had to tell her that at least once a day. “All that strength you’re dedicating to clenching your hands enough for them to tremble would be much more useful if you used it to make your shot stronger.”
“Yes, Sensei,” she said meekly. She forced her hands to relax.
He nodded, satisfied. She was jumpy today; her pulse had actually jumped when he’d put his hands on hers, but it slowed down even as she was relaxing her hands. It was still worrisome however, that she seemed to be getting increasingly nervous lately. He’d have to try and find out what was going through her head and to increase the time they spent on meditation.
For now, however, it was best to concentrate on the lesson at hand. Worrying about her state of mind usually led to undesirable thoughts of a deeper relationship between the two of them, and all too often those thoughts led to imaginings involving a lot of affection and very little clothing. He wasn’t naïve enough to think she’d ever be interested in him that way, no matter what Obake Obaasan said; Junko had no reason to settle for a partially insane older man whose past made the Yakuza she had killed look like an angel by comparison.
“Good,” he said, pushing the thoughts aside and focusing entirely on his teacher’s role. “Now concentrate on the wind and visualize your arrow flying through it. How strongly is the wind pushing it? How does it affect its course?”
She tried to do just that, but instead, her mind produced an image of herself being carried off course by a red wind and landing in soft grass rather than striking the solid wall that had been her target. She clenched her jaw and tried again. This time, her imagination abandoned all pretence of subtlety and the wind pushed her into the arms of a certain ninja.
Her pulse hitched up again, and her breathing changed slightly. Tommy clenched his jaw; he really shouldn’t be evading the issue for the sake of his own emotional comfort. This was affecting her training, he needed to resolve it. Whatever it was.
“You’ve been getting more and more distracted lately,” he asked, letting his voice clearly show his concern. “Are you all right?”
She wasn’t. She was losing her battle to stomp her feelings into non-existence, and it terrified her. She turned her head to look at him, intent on making up a lie even though he’d be able to tell, because she just didn’t know what else to do.
He looked sincerely worried. The breeze ruffled his hair and with no input whatsoever from the conscious part of her brains, she kissed him. His eyes widened and he stepped away.
She could hardly blame him; she was just as shocked as he was. She blurted out an apology, but he put a hand up to stop her.
“Practice on your own for a while. Mind the wind.”
And then he was gone, walking rapidly away. She hadn’t seen him again until dinner and by then, he was acting as though nothing had happened. She tried apologizing again, and he’d just put a hand up again, cutting her off before she could even try to explain she had been just as surprised as he had.

****
“Are you finally going to let me apologize?” She asked, walking next to him.
“There’s no need.” He sighed. “I should have realized before. It’s… kind of obvious, in hindsight. I was just refusing to see it. I’m sorry.”
She shook her head at the apology. “Regardless of how I feel, my behaviour was completely inappropriate. I don’t know what I was thinking… It won’t happen again.”
“Junko…” he trailed off and took a deep breath. “This is for your own good. You know what I’ve done, you know what I am.”
She scowled at him. “What you did was seek revenge,” she said with a slight snarl, daring him to keep saying that made him a bad person.
“It’s not the goal itself I regret and you know it,” he said in an irritated tone. “You know I don’t blame you for your own vendetta.”
“Could have fooled me,” she said. This was good, she was getting angry with him. Exactly what she needed at the moment.
He stopped walking, his hands tensed into claws.
“Wouldn’t all that strength you’re using up to make your hands do that be better used by your legs right now, Sensei?” she asked, stopping her walk as well.
He shot her a glare. She held it. If he got angry with her, she might be able to grow disgusted with him enough not to mind the idea that he wanted nothing to do with her beyond teaching her.
“Endurance training tomorrow,” he growled. “You obviously have far too much energy available for running your mouth.”
“Yes, Sensei,” she growled right back. “Are we done here?”
“Seeing you’re obviously trying to start a fight, no.” He sighed. “You… don’t want to get attached to me, Junko. Not like that. You should know by now that I will not judge you for your own vendetta, but mine turned me into a monster. I don’t know that that side of me wouldn’t come right back if I lost someone else. And even if you choose to blindly believe it won’t, I...” he trailed off and inhaled deeply before he started again. “I’m not well. I’m damaged goods, Junko, and it’s been getting worse. I can’t stop thinking about the past, I want to make up for it but I’m going crazy because I don’t know how. And I need to rebuild the clan. I shamed it, and I can’t restore my family’s honour in just one lifetime. I don’t want it to end with me, I want future generations that will at least have a chance to redeem the name Arashikage.”
“You’re being much too hard on yourself,” she said in a sigh.
“Tell that to my victims and their families,” he snipped, frustration getting the better of him. “Beyond all that, you should consider the fact I’m under pressure to have children. If I were to start a relationship with you, what do you think the reason would be?”
He sounded disgusted with himself, and it seemed to her that her simple statement that he was being harsh on himself had only increased his agitation.
She stepped closer to him. “I don’t know if you ever were, but I do know you’re no monster now. You’re an honourable man. You don’t deserve what you’re doing to yourself. And I really don’t see why you think I’d blame YOU for being under any kind of pressure from your family to have children. And honestly, I’m pretty sure my head is at least as damaged as yours.”
He sagged slightly. “You’re not listening to me.”
“Yes, I am. I’m a VERY good listener, Sensei. I may not have the Ear that Sees, but when your duty is to help everyone in the room have a good time, you become very good at hearing things unsaid and at reading body language. You have to be to detect that the third gentleman from the right doesn’t want attention drawn to him but that the second one on the left is feeling left out. Everything you’ve said boils down to trying to make yourself unattractive to me. Even though I promised not to behave inappropriately again right at the start of this conversation. I find myself wondering why you’re going through this much trouble.”
He answered by a quick intake of breath and a frown; clearly, he hadn’t wanted her to wonder that. She pinched her lips. She could turn away now and save herself a lot of potential heartaches. It was the only logical thing to do.
Instead, she stepped closer to him again. They were just as close as when she’d kissed him. That had been a mistake, a much worse mistake than she had thought since it had led to the present moment. She needed to put a stop to this. She needed to get her brains back in control over her feelings.
She locked eyes with him. The frown was melting fast. “I heard everything you said, and I still think you’re a very, very good man. You say you were bad once, and maybe you were, but you’re good now. And I know you need to have children. I don’t hold that against you; how could I? You’re looking at centuries of tradition that hang in the balance. Besides, I know you wouldn’t force me into it.”
He swallowed. “I’m also old,” he said. The tone was just a desperate as the argument, yet the part of her that was still desperately trying to do the sensible thing and to end this before it got any further latched on to it and supplied her with a reminder that he was indeed almost 15 years her senior. “I’m supposed to be looking for a younger woman,” he continued. “Again, what do you think that says about any interest I may show in you?”
That was it; her way out. He was old, wasn’t he? And looking for a young woman to bear his children! It was all wrong, wasn’t it?
Except he was fighting it just as hard as she was, and had also just spent the last several minutes telling her that he loathed himself… was it surprising that he’d also see the fact she was exactly what he needed as another fault on his part?
“If you felt nothing for me but yet still tried to seduce me just so I could have your babies, I’d be disgusted,” she said. “But you didn’t. You’re trying to scare me away. The fact I just happen to be exactly what you need doesn’t make you a bad person. As for your age…” she hesitated. The age difference should have been a nice, rational argument that she could use to beat her heart and her hormones into submission. It was a shame it was barely even registering. “Do you really expect either of us will die of old age?” she asked with a smirk. “I can live with your going grey before I do. Are you going to bring up that I’m your apprentice, next?”
He snorted at that. “No,” he said. “That particular sin is something of a family tradition by now.” He seemed to remember himself then and frowned again. “Is there anything I can say that will drive you away?”
She thought of it. At this point, if he managed to say something bad enough to have any chance of doing that, she’d conclude he was lying. She shook her head.
He stilled it and titled it upward before she was even finished the motion, and then he was kissing her. He barely pecked her at first, but it seemed to finish off the last of his hesitations; the kiss quickly turned passionate, hungry, desperate. She cradled his head with her own hands and answered in kind, and the rational part of her finally shut up.
He leaned his forehead on hers when they broke apart, not moving his hands from where they were cupping her head. He looked slightly feverish, and she assumed she looked much the same.
“I’ve been trying to keep my distance for weeks,” he whispered, his eyes locked with hers. “I came up with excuses to explain it every time your pulse picked up, I got angry with my aunt when she suggested you may be interested in me.” He sighed. “Why? You deserve better than…”
She cut him off with another kiss and lowered her hands to stroke his chest as a shameless distraction tactic. She was NOT letting him start on that kind of rant again. He ran his hands down her back, sending a tingle down her spine, and rested them on her waist.
It felt as if she’d been ignited. She’d been trying to back off for a while herself, and when she’d finally lost the battle against her own emotions and desires, it had looked as though her actions had cost her any chance of ever seeing her feelings returned. She’d been mourning the relationship that could have been for nearly a week, so the present turn of events was well beyond a pleasant surprise; it was intoxicating. And truth be told, it never took much to excite her libido when he was within sight, and even less when he was within reach. The fact she was touching him, kissing him, and that he wasn’t pulling away or stopping her was making it extremely difficult to think of anything else than of how much more she wanted to do.
He obviously picked up on her rising agitation; she felt his heart rate increase as well under her palms and he broke off again, staring straight into her eyes with an intensity that did not help calm her down at all.
“I’ve been backing off for weeks too,” she said, her breath a bit short. “I think we wasted more than enough time already; don’t you?”
Tommy’s breath caught briefly; he could have sworn he felt his blood rushing downward; he certainly felt himself hardening nearly instantly.
Weeks. Weeks spent being too dense and stubborn to see the obvious or at the very least remember that his aunt was, just like her late husband, pretty much always right. Weeks where he could have been holding the woman whose eyes he was currently drowning into; weeks where he dreamed of her nearly every night. Particularly pleasant bits of these dreams were floating back in his head now, as if to point out that they didn’t need to have been only dreams for so long and they didn’t need to stay dreams a moment longer.
They had indeed wasted far too much time already. He couldn’t stand the thought of wasting anymore. He wanted, needed, to be with her. Truth be told, he didn’t even feel like physical contact would be enough.
And oddly, that only made him more desperate for it. His head dipped to her neck.
Junko’s fingers roamed back up to Tommy’s hair and tensed; he had just found a particularly sensitive spot and was lingering on it, making her brains and her legs turn to jelly and setting the rest of her on fire. She moaned and stroked his earlobes. She was rewarded by a sigh that felt heavenly on her currently over sensitive neck.
Something in the back of her head tried to think that this was not reasonable, that she was letting built-up tension override her brains, but Tommy’s tongue darted out and found a cluster of nerves and the thought died before it was fully formed.
She wanted more of his touch. She wanted to feel him all over herself; she wanted the pleasure; she wanted the union; she wanted – needed - him.
Only the fear of scaring him off made her take her time. She couldn’t drive him away again, she’d go mad if he went back to keeping his distance. She slipped her hands under the collar of his gi and slowly brushed them down to his waist, then back to his chest. The simple gesture caused another spike of desire to radiate through her; the man was ridiculously toned and everything she touched was solid muscle or to be more exact, solid muscle and scars.
Tommy took a sharp intake of breath when Junko’s hands brushed his nipples again. His own hands left her waist and slowly slid up her sides and then to the opening of her gi, deliberately missing her breasts except for the lightest brush from the fabric of his own sleeve. His mouth, in the meantime, was slowly kissing its way down from her neck to her neckline, gently nibbling and licking along whenever he found spots that caused her heart to suddenly beat just a bit harder or faster, or even better, elicited a sigh or a small moan.
He was doing wonderfully well driving her crazy solely through his attentions to her neck until she moved one of her hands down straight towards his pants. His eyes widened, his libido somehow managed to spike even higher than it already was, and before he knew it, both his hands were under her gi and on her breasts, and his mouth was back on hers. Her hand had stopped at his waist, but now slipped under the waistband of his pants.
His next breath came sharp again, and he flicked her nipples with his thumbs as he darted his tongue between her lips. She moaned through the kiss and his hips buckled a bit, through no conscious decision on his part. The involuntary movement was rewarded by her hand wrapping itself around him. He moaned, immensely enjoying the caress while desperately wanting her to wrap something else entirely around him.
Junko was quickly losing any shred of composure she’d ever had. She wanted him so badly she was literally aching, and at the same time, she was starting to think she could almost climax just from what he was doing now. And then, his lips left hers and went back to work on her neck, causing another rush of pleasure and desire to wash through her. She whimpered and released his sex to grab his pants by the waistband. The hand she’d still had on his chest joined the other one to pull the gi bottom down. He stepped out of them with a fluid, effortless grace that made her ache a bit more still, never removing his hands from her breasts and choosing this precise moment to lick a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. She cried out and grabbed him again with one hand, slipping the other a bit lower still to his balls.
She started stroking and fondling, and the stimulation on her neck immediately became a bit erratic. Tommy’s head started to head down again, this time making it all the way to her right nipple. His hand made way for his mouth by moving down to the waistband of her own pants and pulling them down along with her underwear. The inconvenient obstacles out of the way, his hand climbed back up her leg towards the very spot she wanted it to go. She felt herself pulse in anticipation.
She had felt waves of pleasure and mounting desire at his earlier caresses, but when Tommy’s hand reached her labia and his finger found her clitoris, it felt more like a small explosion. An approving moan escaped her and she tightened her hold on him. He groaned and turned her around, causing her to let go. He pressed himself against her back, moved his head to the so-far neglected side of her neck, positioned his left hand on her left breast and immediately started doing unspeakable things to her nipple. Those things alone were enough to set her on fire, but his other hand went back down and straight to the most sensitive part of her again. She felt herself melt against him briefly before her whole body tensed as her pleasure started increasing exponentially, quickly sending her over the edge. She cried out and bucked helplessly in Tommy’s hands as he kept right on stimulating her through her orgasm, only stopping when she turned around, breathing hard.
Tommy was at the end of his resistance. He released Junko when she turned around, her heart still hammering in her chest, breathing hard and looking anything but satisfied. He was about to lay her down when she pushed him down herself, laying him on his back on the grass and immediately straddling him.
He locked eyes with her and she smirked. He felt his own heart skip a beat and then, she was using her hand to guide him and he was sliding into her. His eyes rolled back and he grunted, his body all at once pleasured and wanting more. He gripped her buttocks and pushed up with his hips, getting a precious few more fractions of inches into her.

Her light gasp turned into an approving noise and she put her hands on his chest. She pulled up, almost completely away from him, then lowered herself again in one swift move, enveloping him again, taking him all the way in. She stayed still a second then, enjoying the feeling, and contracted her muscles on a reflex, squeezing herself around him, increasing the pressure on her own flesh as it tried to contract around his.
He made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan in response and his hips bucked, causing him to move slightly inside of her, sending a fire up her spine. She wanted more of this, she wanted him to plunge inside of her over and over again, she wanted to ride him hard and fast and she didn’t care that it was already obvious that he wouldn’t last long. She hadn’t either and she suspected she wasn’t done, either; they were both simply too worked up to make this a long romantic affair. She was quite content to settle for brute passion.
She went straight to a fast pace, pulling up quickly and ramming right back down, adjusting her angle to take as much of him in as she could each time. His grip on her ass tightened and he matched her rhythm, thrusting against her, pushing himself just that much deeper each time and holding her close the whole time.
She felt her pleasure mounting again and accelerated, barely aware that every one of her breath came out in a soft moan.
Tommy clenched his jaw and managed to hold on for three more thrusts before he came, pleasure coursing through him almost violently, finally drowning out a lust that had been denied for far too long. Junko started contracting around him again and lost her rhythm, her own movements becoming jerky and erratic as she came for a second time.
She melted on him afterwards, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, physically sated yet absolutely unwilling to let go.
They stayed like that for a while. Junko was starting to dowse off when her brains suddenly caught on to the fact she hadn’t used any protection. Her head jerked up and Tommy found two panicked stricken eyes staring into his own.
“Please tell me you don’t have anything,” she said. “I know we were both not thinking, I’m not blaming you and I know we could work around it if you do, even if I somehow didn’t catch it yet, it doesn’t mean we can’t…”
Tommy chuckled, having unsurprisingly switched back to his happy self from their earlier conversation. Junko had long since decided that his name was fitting – or at least half of it was. Tommy Arashikage’s emotions were reminiscent of a storm: powerful but wild, jumbled together in a constant hurricane so that one dominated one moment only to be nearly gone the next, replaced by another.
“I’m clean,” he said, bringing her mind back to the matter at hand. “I’m not that irresponsible, Junko.”
She frowned. “Oh, really? And how did you know I didn’t have anything I could pass on to you?”
“Obaasan told me,” Tommy replied. “On one of many occasions where she practically ordered me to start courting you, already.” He chuckled again. “She likes you.”
Junko scolded.
“You people don’t believe in doctor-patient confidentiality, I take it.”
“Oh, our doctors always do,” Tommy replied. “Obaasan… not so much. Especially on things like that. She’s too used to having to track it in order to avoid an epidemic.”
Junko sighed and decided she’d take it up with Obake Obaasan later. She leaned her head back on his chest, relaxing again for a few seconds before pulling up again.
“Is this place very private?” she asked.
Tommy’s eyes widened and he looked around. Had he really started this right next to the path? His brains had been focused on the company more than the location once they had stopped talking. “Huh,” he said. “I really should have brought us a bit further, actually. We’re lucky nobody did walk in on us.”
She pried herself off of him, located her clothes and started getting dressed again. “That we know of,” she remarked. “You’ll know why if any of the guys look traumatized.”
“I would have heard them,” he replied confidently, pulling his own pants back up. He acquired an evil smirk. “You’re saying you wouldn’t have known they were there? Tsk, tsk. We’ll need to make sure you’re capable of staying somewhat aware of your surroundings even when I’m distracting you like this. This is going to require a lot of training time.”
She chuckled and then put on a straight face and bowed to him, playing along. “Yes, Sensei. Always eager to learn.”
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