Izumo's Problem

Izumo’s Problem by Hestia (AKA Regency Cathy)

I.

Hyuuga Neji molesting Aburame Shino. Promising to fuck him until he forgot all his previous lovers. Dragging him off to a hotel for three solid days of fucking without interruption because Ibiki made another bet with Tsunade on how many days they’d spend fucking and reassigned some ANBU to cover their missions for however long it took. How fucking lucky can two guys get? Izumo took another swig of his beer and scowled at everyone in the bar. He was so jealous of Shino it was pathetic. He tried to imagine Tsunade coming in her office and finding Kotetsu molesting him and telling him he was going to fuck him until—well, shit, there wasn’t anyone for Izumo to forget aside from a few one-night stands and some pity fucks. But to get the fantasy back on track, he thought, there we are on the floor and in walks Tsunade—like we would be allowed to go fuck for three days? Hell, we’d be filing and scrubbing floors and basically eating shit for days! And it would be worth ten years that sort of shit for just one hour with him!

Him. The one HIM of his life. Kotetsu. Ah, god, Kotetsu! Izumo loved him, everything about him—except for the fact he was straight!

Fuck!

Staight, not bi, just fucking straight.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

That word doesn’t do my frustration justice, thought Izumo bitterly. If Kotetsu was having this fantasy, I’d walk in on him with his cock sliding between Tsunade’s massive boobs. I can’t believe he fantasizes about them! And he has to tell me about it! That had been one of the worse nights spent drinking with Kotetsu ever, listening to him talking about jerking off to fantasies about the Hokage. For god’s sake, she could be their mother! “Izumo, just imagine thrusting your cock between those two big titties, squeezing them together, sliding back and forth.” Ewww! Gross! Why couldn’t he at least be into booty? Then Izumo would have a chance—his ass was pretty damn hot! Although personally he favored Kotetsu’s ass. God, he could worship that ass for hours! Izumo sat there thinking about covering Kotetsu’s ass with hickeys, about licking up and down the crack of his ass, pressing his nose and mouth into that private place, licking that little pink starburst. He could lick that little hole, suck it, tongue fuck it—oh, yeah, he would eat Kotetsu’s ass any day, and what woman would do that for him? Ok, well, Anko and Ino, for starters, but come on, how are you going to have a serious relationship with either of them?

Serious relationship? Hah. Izumo sighed and took another sip of his beer. Tonight HE’d gone home with a redhead genin, last weekend it had been a brunette, and the week before—oh, yeah, right, he’d struck out, they’d gone back to HIS place—in the same apartment building but two floors down--and Izumo had had to listen to that vomit-inducing-humping-the-Fifth’s-tits story. Why did he even go out with Kotetsu on Saturday night? For the last year, he had watched his friend pick up woman after woman or gone home with him to listen to story after story about woman after woman. Women! He even tried that stupid jutsu that Naruto and Konohamaru always used—sexy no jutsu—one night before going out, with some wild ass idea of trying to pick Kotetsu up as a woman. But his female form—no, no, it was just wrong, twisted! And besides, there was just no way to fool Kotetsu—they had always been able to see through every transformation, every illusion, every effort to cloak their chakra from each other.

Fuck! Izumo finished his beer, got up and paid. One trip to the bathroom, and he was out of here. Standing at the urinal, Izumo watched his piss go down the drain thinking that somehow this was symbolic of his Saturday nights. He was pissing them all away. God, what a fool he was! Lost in his thinking, Izumo stood there, cock in hand for a minute or so after he was done pissing, staring into the urinal, seeing, but not seeing it. And suddenly he became aware of that creepy feeling of being watched. Jerking his head up, he froze in terror. And a little bit more pee came out of his cock just to prove how scary the guy behind him was. For there in the mirror above the urinal, he could see that right behind him was a man in ordinary clothes. But it wasn’t an ordinary man—his chakra was so cloaked it was like that of a bug, and that kind of cloaking skill meant jounin. And then there was the stillness, the deadness of his face, that horrifying emptiness that signified someone who had killed and could kill without a second’s hesitation, which could mean ANBU or psychopath.

Izumo stared into those empty black eyes, not moving, trying not even to breathe. The man moved closer to Izumo and pressed his body along the back of his, and one hand reached around and lay over Izumo’s own on his cock. That hardness behind him, that was an erection pressing into his ass! Stunned, Izumo looked down to see the hand over his begin to move his own on his cock. He was getting hard! This couldn’t be happening! He was being molested in the bathroom of the Broken Kunai Bar! This man, this molester, this, this, Izumo’s eyes snapped up and stared at the figure behind him, trying to figure out what to call him in his mind. His eyes and shoulder-length hair were perfectly black while his skin was a pale white. The hand over his was strong, moving his hand, and his cock, his cock was so hard rubbing against Izumo’s ass! Izumo jerked his hand, trying to pull it and the stranger’s away from his now completely hard dick.

Hisssss!

It was only a hiss, not very loud, but the warning was there. Izumo had pulled his hand out, but now that meant the stranger’s was touching his cock directly. And my god, he knew how to touch a cock! Izumo whimpered, and his body jolted, his ass pushing back about an inch into that hardness behind him, his head tilting back just about the same distance, his back arching just that little bit.

Mmmmmm.

A purr, that was all Izumo could call that sound that came out of the stranger’s throat. It seemed to vibrate through his back, indicating Izumo’s movement and whimper had pleased his captor. And pleasing the man with that expressionless face and that rich, powerful chakra now not so cloaked seemed like a good idea. And fuck, it felt good. He’d been jealous of Shino for being molested, well, this was karma. Sometimes you get what you were asking for. Izumo tilted his head back and let out a moan, thrusting his hips forward into that talented hand.

Mmmmmm.

Yeah, god, yeah! He was being jacked off by a stranger that only made noises like some great wild cat, who had pounced on him without a moment’s notice. The stranger was now rocking his hips and grinding his crotch into Izumo’s ass, his hand flying on his cock, pulling Izumo close to the edge. Dear god, I’m going to come, I’m going to come from a stranger jerking me off, thought Izumo, look at me in the mirror, me in his arms squirming and moaning and panting like some slut! Oh, god, god, I’m so close, so close—

And the stranger snarled and bit down hard on Izumo’s shoulder.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” cried Izumo, his cum bursting out of his cock, spurting into the urinal as his body spasmed in the stranger’s arms. Oh, god, look, his eyes, they are glowing with pleasure, so alive looking! Fuck! So good! And Izumo’s eyes shut just for a second as the last bit of cum sprayed out his cock.

He opened them, stumbling, confused, and struggled to stand up straight. He was alone in the Broken Kunai’s bathroom, his cum dripping down the urinal, a little on the end of his shrinking penis. Dear god, had he hallucinated that? Had he drunk too much so that his brain came up with a molestation fantasy? But no, no it had to be real. Confused Izumo went to the sink, wiped his cock, tucked it in and zipped up, and washed his hands. Yes, it was real because his shoulder hurt from the bite. He unbuttoned his shirt with shaking hands enough to pull it off his shoulder and look for a mark. Yes, there was a bite mark! He’d been jacked off and bitten by some sort of sicko pervert that hung around in bathrooms! Should he report this?

The sound of laughter and voice at the bathroom door made Izumo suddenly use his chakra to return to his own bedroom. He didn’t usually use that jutsu outside of work; he didn’t have huge amounts of chakra, and there was no reason to waste some when you didn’t have anything urgent to do on a Saturday night anyway. But really, really this, this was outrageous. He had to report this! The Broken Kunai was a ninja bar that any chuunin or jounin could drink in—there where young boys and girls there—albeit deadly and skilled young boys and girls, but really, what if this freak went after someone young, 13 or 14 or 16? What should he do? God, to tell Tsunade—no, no, too humiliating!

He would ask Kotetsu—maybe the redhead was gone already? Ah, shit, no—for focusing for Kotetu’s chakra in his apartment two floor below and two apartments over, was something he did so often he could do it as easily as he could glance over at his empty bed. And Kotetsu’s chakra and someone else’s were exactly in the area of Kotetsu’s bed. The two chakra signatures were almost blending in that way that happened only when two people were pressed together as closely as possible. God dammit! Kotetsu’s getting laid while I’m out getting molested! He’ll tease me as bad as the Fifth if I tell him! Yes, this evening’s incident, just like details of Izumo’s very few sexual experiences and all his sexual fantasies, definitely was in the “things I keep from Kotetsu” category. But who to tell, if not the Fifth or Kotetsu?

And then Ibiki’s face popped into Izumo’s mind. Yes, Ibiki—perfect! He, if anyone, could find the pervert and stop him! Plus he wasn’t a man to spread around information—no, no, he hoarded it like the power it was, saving it for when it could be best used. And best of all, it would be easy to tell him. It always was when Ibiki wanted to hear what you had to say—then the words just flowed out like tears at a funeral. Should he walk over to Ibiki’s office? No, hell, no—with the beer, the fear, and that fucking intense orgasm, no, his legs might not carry him. And he was high with adrenaline right now. He had chakra to spare.

So it was in less that five minutes from when he made his mind up to talk to Ibiki, Izumo was settling into the chair opposite his desk.

Ibiki just looked at him, raising one eyebrow.

“I was molested by a pervert at the Broken Kunai who bit me and might be ANBU,” said Izumo in one breath.

Ibiki blinked.

“Here,” said Izumo, tugging open his shirt to show his bite, “He just came up out of nowhere, his chakra so damped down it was like he was a bug, and just was there right behind me at the urinal, and, and, and he, he had shoulder length black hair and black eyes and looked like a killer; I mean he had that way of moving, that air, that—“

“What exactly did he do?”

Izumo felt himself blushing, bit his lip, and bent his head so even more of his hair fell over his face. “He, ah, touched me, ah, there.”

Silence.

Shit! Izumo peeked up at Ibiki who was clearly waiting for more. Drawing a deep breath, Izumo said, “He jerked me off while rubbing off on my ass and then was gone. But, kids go there! New chuunins, young ones! He could be doing it to anybody!”

“Did you say no?” asked Ibiki.

Shocked Izumo, gasped and pulled his head back. Say no? But HE had been so menacing! Just appearing there! And looming like that! And that face! If Izumo had spoken, surely he would have . . . well, he might have . . . ah, fuck! He’d have probably just have vanished!

“Did he have a weapon?” asked Ibiki.

Izumo groaned and hung his head, his left hand lifting to cover the exposed side of his face.

“When was the last time you had sex, Izumo?”

“What? That’s none of your business, Ibiki! I’m the victim here!” Izumo exclaimed, his nostrils flaring.

“Oh? So it was the first time someone jacked you off, then?”

Fuck. That night with Genma. He had been mad with grief over the loss of Hayate. He, well, it really had just been a pity fuck, but Genma had needed it, and Izumo had just done what a good friend would do, you know, a fuck buddy.

“Genma lies then?” asked Ibiki.

“He told you?!”

Ibiki just shrugged. God dammit, that was the oldest trick in the book, and shit, there was a reason it was still in every fucking book—it worked!

“Ok, so I liked it! But, but it’s not right!”

“It could be,” said Ibiki.

“What?” What the fuck was that supposed to mean? How would it ever be right to molest someone in a pubic bathroom?

“Just suppose that a number of very highly trained ninjas happened to be gay and without a partner.”

“What are you—“

The glare from Ibiki shut Izumo up.

“The kill, they assassinate, they terminate. They are tortured and torture; they’ve waded through blood.”

Izumo shivered. Ibiki had never seemed so terrifying as in the way he calmly said that with just a hint of a squint as if peering back into his memories and seeing it all right there. This was Ibiki’s life he was talking about!

“They need to feel human, to touch another person, to remember why they go out into the darkness alone,” said Ibiki. “But there’s not a lot of people who can relax, who can have an orgasm, knowing that their lover could kill them in half a second, kill them without anyone hearing or suspecting. Not many men are willing to shut their eyes and enjoy the feelings in their bodies when they know that as much as the man fucking them needs this, needs it like he needs air in his lungs, it’s nothing but a secret dream in the night. No name, no face, sometimes no words. Just two bodies in the dark and nothing but memories and maybe a fading bite mark in the morning. No dates, no relationships, no love, no promises.”

Ibiki paused and looked at Izumo who was staring at him intently but with a sort of astounded shock that wasn’t quite the reaction Ibiki had hoped for. What was the little chuunin thinking?

“Ibiki, you, ah, are a good man that I respect, I respect a lot—“

If Ibiki hadn’t been Ibiki, he would have laughed at Izumo trying to turn him down gently.

“Thank you, Izumo. Yes, you and I are respectable. People like ourselves, those who free to go out without a mask, who rarely are assigned A or S-class missions, might not understand such men and their needs. In fact, because of my own past,” said Ibiki pausing and lightly brushing a finger over one of his scars. In anyone else, Izumo would have thought it was an unconscious gesture, but with Ibiki, he knew better. “I find it hard to identify with anyone feeling a sexual need,” finished Ibiki, looking Izumo right in the eyes, well, eye, since that hair of his was completely covering his right eye.

The cute little chuunin’s one eye went totally round, and he flinched. Ibiki calmly filed away the fact that in reassuring Izumo he wasn’t trying to pick him up, he’d managed to convince him he was castrated. Ah, well, a lot of people thought that—it was, in fact, a reasonable assumption given the amount of torture he’d undergone. But he did still have one ball, and his dick, despite some nasty burn scars, was fully functional. But this wasn’t about his dick, it was about the dicks of his men who evidently were not handling the loss of their latest uke in an acceptable manner.

With a sigh, Ibiki began speaking again, painting a picture of noble sacrifice for Konoha and painful self-deprivation. When Izumo’s face indicated he had been sucked into the story, Ibiki began to wiggle the bait in front of him, saying, “It would take a very special person to help such men. There aren’t a lot of men who understand the pleasure that comes being with another man. And of those men, some are too limited, too trapped to enjoy the deep pleasure that comes from a lover entering your body, touching you deeply inside. But even among the men who understand those joys, there are few who could help. It would take someone with a big heart, someone with a deep understanding. Someone with meaningful friendships and fulfilling work. Someone who had intimate, special relationships that lacked only one thing. Somebody, in short, who had everything they needed but the special kind of sex a good seme can give.”

“Somebody like me,” said Izumo softly.

Ibiki smiled. His prey was in the net. A certain ANBU nin who wore a panther mask just might avoid a long session in one of his soundproof cells after all.

Izumo walked home from Ibiki’s office, half convinced he was trapped in a bizarre Genjutsu. And he was being followed although it didn’t make any sense. There was no evidence—no chakra, no footsteps, no subtle shifting of shadows that would indicate a follower, but his skin had that prickly feeling you got from being stared at continually. Even the dumbest genin knew not to stare at their mark. Leaping up to a balcony and then to a rooftop, Izumo began moving across the rooftops rapidly, randomly, trying to shake that feeling. His nerves intensified, and he thought about just transporting into his room—but he was almost home, two more rooftops, then he would be on his balcony. One more roof, and there—Fuck!

The masked ANBU nin appeared in front of Izumo just as his foot landed on the balcony rail. He was so startled, he slipped and felt himself falling—into a pair of strong arms encased in long, high gloves.

In a blink, he was in his bedroom held in those arms like a child. Annoyed, Izumo flipped his hair back and glared up at the mask—oh!

“You!” he accused, for that sleek shoulder-length black hair visible behind the panther mask was shockingly familiar. Reaching up he jerked off the mask, and yes, sure enough, there was that face beneath it. But, no, it was different. This face, dear fucking god, wasn’t dead, wasn’t dead at all. That glow that had appeared in those black eyes when he’d spewed his cum out in the Broken Kunai, was now in the whole face, a face looking at him like he was, like he was, a meal? A treasure?

“Can I stay?” asked the mouth in that face as those strong arms lowered Izumo to his bed, and that sleek dangerous body hovered over him.

Izumo opened his mouth and paused, not sure what he wanted to say. And there was just the slightest hitch in the breathing of the Panther-nin over him, just the merest flinch, that told Izumo just how badly this ANBU warrior wanted him. His eyes seemed mesmerized by Izumo’s mouth. Izumo tongue flicked out, and he licked his lips.

Hissssss.

Oh, yes, yes, he was playing with fire, playing with a fucking bomb on the edge of exploding. Did he want it to? His cock, his nipples, his ass all tightened, aroused, letting him know that his body had already made up its mind. Yes, what the hell would he do alone tonight? Try not to focus on Kotetsu’s chakra and its depressing proximity to someone else’s? Masturbate while remembering how good the hand just inches from his head had felt on his dick? Fantasize endlessly about what might have happened if he let this sexy beast over him stay? Hell, no!

Izumo’s mouth curled into a smile. “Only if you make me come again,” he said.

And that face above him that had looked so dead, so empty, so expressionless in the Broken Kunai, smiled for just a second.

Izumo shuddered and a squirt of precum wet the swollen head of his cock. Oh, god, nothing he’d ever seen, not even Kotetsu, had ever looked as sexy as that smile!

That face, smile gone, slowly lowered down to Izumo’s. He whimpered and closed his eyes. But nothing! Had the bastard vanished again? Izumo’s eyes flew open to meet black ones so close their lashes were touching. And then lips pressed against his. And lifted. Those black eyes watched him carefully. What? What the fuck was that?

With a growl, Izumo’s arms lunged up and tighted around the Panter-nin’s neck, and his mouth reached up and attacked those unsmiling lips, forcing them apart.

Hisssssss.

Hiss away, thought Izumo, but I’ve got you now! He pushed his tongue into the gap between those hissing lips, his legs now swinging up, curling around that slender body, too. For just a second his tongue twisted around another before he felt himself lifted and shoved back down on the bed hard.

His arms and legs and mouth were empty, and the Panther-nin was at the foot of the bed—stripping. Oh, god, that was one fucking sexy body! The uniform and weapons flew off so fast that Izumo had trouble focusing—god, what speed! He was as quick or quicker than Kakashi or Gai, and as sexy as Sasuke or Sai or Neji with that dark, dark hair and pale, pale skin. Kotetsu was good looking, but, well, this was beauty. Deadly, dazzling beauty crawling on the bed, settling over him, unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his pants, pulling off his sandals, his pants and his underwear, leaving him in just his shirt, open, his chest as exposed as everything else.

Then hands—elegant, graceful, yet power—reached down and scratched lightly down his body from shoulders to hips.

“Aaahhhhhh!” Izumo twisted and stretched, his chest pushing up, his ass pushing down into the softness of the bed. His toes bent back and feet arched while his fingers stiffened into his own claws scratching the bedding just as those fingernails had scorn across his skin. Holy fucking shit! He knew what to call this man, this ANBU nin: he was a kurohyou, a wild black panther!

And then that black-haired head lowered down to Izumo’s hip and a red tongue slid out and began to lick up the flesh sensitized by the clawing. Izumo moaned and shifted, his head tossing from side to side as that tongue slid up his chest. And then it reached his nipple and stopped. With a cry, Izumo arched up and gripped those white shoulders, digging his nails in. The mouth lifted from his nipple and hissed, the air blowing over his blood-filled tit, making Izumo jerk and cry out again, his nails scraping over that perfect skin.

Pain! Teeth bit down on his nipple, lips sucked hard, and Izumo screamed even as his cock released another burst of precum and his ass muscles convulsed. For an agonizing eternity, his life, the world, narrowed down to that nub of flesh. Izumo’s hands thrust into silk soft hair, jerking and pulling, lifting that head enough to intensify the pain before his nipple popped free. Izumo cried out into a mouth that swallowed him, sucking away his breath, smothering his lips, surrounding his tongue. And he was lost, crushed, conquered by the kiss that he had been denied before. It was overwhelming, frightening, truly suffocating. No! No! He was going to die or come or both! His fingers twisted and gripped that smooth, slippery hair and jerked with chakra-infused strength, pulling away that head.

Panting, they stared at each other, their cocks pulsing and quivering together.

“Kurohyou!” It was name and accusation all in one.

“Iriomote!” whispered back those lips, and one hand gently brushed back Izumo’s long shaggy bangs from over his right eye. The small, shy wild cat of Iriomote, spotted like a miniature leopard leaped into Izumo’s mind.

“I’m not spotted,” he said, stupidly, trying not to thrust his cock against the one touching it, straining not to push into that smooth, muscled stomach.

“You will be,” whispered his Kurohyou as he lowered his body, trapping Izumo’s cock and making him spasm with pleasure. And as the nin’s mouth closed over a bit of skin on Izumo’s neck, the chuunin shut his eyes and whimpered, all resistance gone.

He was trapped under the panther’s paws, and there was no place he’d rather be.

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Author Note: I was thinking as I started this it would it would be Kotetsu/Izumo, but now I'm sort of tempted to go with my OC character, Panther-san or Kurohyou. Let me know what you think if you have preference!

Thanks for the reviews on the previous two "Problem" stories! Feel free to suggest other folks you think need to be given a red cat bowl from Ibiki!

And if the person who was wondering how Neji knew about Shino's sex is reading this, it is because Neji's Byakugan allow him to see each chakra point, a sort of chakra outline of the bodies in a large radius from where he is at. So he can be a block away and know exactly what Shino is doing, or well, at least that's my understanding of Byakugan!

I'll try to post new chapters soon, but I'm leaving to go far away for Christmas, and, well, it might not happen. Happy Holidays, and thanks for reading my stories this year!