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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,377
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 10: The Dawn’s Early Light
Between Friends
Chapter Note: Oral, lemon
Chapter 10: The Dawn’s Early Light
The annoying beep of Asuma’s alarm went off breaking the quietness in Rooms 200 and 201. Soft light from the sun’s edge was spilling over the misty tops of the mountains in the distance, creating that unique morning light with its rich shadows. Kotetsu and Izumo awoke in each other’s arms, faces close together. Kotetsu smiled and opened his mouth, only to have Izumo quickly hush him with the hand signal for silence. He gestured to the wall, using Konoha’s standard ninja hand signs to indicate hostile listeners.
Kotetsu leaped out of the bed and signaled for Izumo to follow him to the toilet. They peed in the bowl together like they had as kids until embarrassment and age had broken them of that habit. “So how do you know?” whispered Kotetsu.
“They were laughing at us, and I heard Shikamaru mocking you, calling Asuma master,” whispered back Izumo.
Kotetsu stifled a laugh as he washed his hands, moving over then to let Izumo do the same. “I’ve got a great idea, just go with it,” he said softly in Izumo’s ear, “We’ll make it so they don’t want to talk about what they hear.”
Izumo let himself be pulled back to the bed. “Oh, Izumo, please do that thing with your tongue again, that thing that Asuma taught you. I had no idea our team leader was so orally gifted.”
Izumo struggled to keep from laughing, and then gasped as, Kotetsu’s head went for his crotch. He paused, his tongue above Izumo’s flaccid penis, gesturing with his hand that Izumo better play along or else.
When Kotetsu’s tongue started flicking along his cock’s length and waking it up, he managed to come out with, “Well, you know Asuma’s been sucking and puffing on those cigarettes for years, so he’s got, uh, well, great control over his mouth’s muscles.” Kotetsu looked about to burst out with laughter, and he instead put his head down suppress the sounds but somehow ending up sucking earnestly at Izumo’s shaft which was rapidly filling with blood. Izumo forced himself to add more words, “He’s an excellent sensei; he really knows how to teach someone, uh, I’ve, uh, really learned a lot from him.”
Kotetsu lifted his head up but replaced his mouth with his hand, “Yea, Shika’s a lucky bastard to be so close to him, isn’t he? Speaking of the sexy Shika, shall we invite him for a threesome? He’s pretty hot in that fishnet he wears. Do you think he knows how to do that thing with his tongue too?”
Izumo was having trouble being quiet between the silly things Kotetsu was saying and the stroking and squeezing he was doing to Izumo’s fully erect cock.
There was a sharp bang on the wall, and they could hear Shika say loudly, “Yo, stop being so troublesome, or I’ll come over there and show you what I can do with my tongue. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
Izumo started to laugh, but the feel of Kotetsu’s mouth engulfing him, his tongue flicking as his mouth slid up and down made him struggle not to moan or gasp. `How can he do this to me, knowing they can hear everything? Oh my god, I can’t moan, oh god, that’s so good---‘ Izumo just shut his eyes and let himself feel. Kotetsu’s hand and mouth were working on bringing him pleasure, and he could feel that mouth pressing what felt like fingers against his cock. Then they were gone, and the mouth suddenly closed tightly around him, sucking strongly at the same time as a wet finger slid into his ass. Izumo bucked wildly up away, his cock thrusting hard into Kotetsu’s mouth, but the probing finger rose up with him and pressed even deeper and another worked its way in. The rush of sensations and feeling of shame as he could no longer stop himself from making little gasps and moans were pushing Izumo rapidly towards orgasm.
Fantasizing about oral sex and feeling a wet mouth suck and nip at you were not even remotely close experiences, thought Izumo as he tried to want to this to stop, tried to want to get ready for his mission, tried not to open his mouth and let the whole world know how good it felt--how that little nip of teeth on the edge of his cock’s head made make feel that tingling tension that signaled his cum was ready to come out. Kotetsu’s other hand suddenly skimmed across his chest, found one of his nipples, and pinched it savagely. Pain exploded in his chest, with a loud “Ohhh,” Izumo lost control and felt himself cum. The fingers on his nipple still held on, and the pain in that throbbing little nub of flesh, the painful pleasure in his sore ass from the thrusting fingers, merged with the mix of pleasure and shame Izumo was feeling as he spurted out his sperm into that hot, tight, wet mouth. Even as the waves of pleasure vibrated through him, Kotetsu was sucking hard, sucking out more sperm, still more, oh god, where was it all coming from? Surely there was nothing else left—but another deep thrust in his ass and yet more, oh god more, and then Izumo just lost himself in the pleasure, spilling out sound and sperm, fighting for breath, for sanity, for surviving.
Kotetsu forced himself to keep swallowing, to take it all, to not be the first one to pull back. His wrist and arm was cramping from their vigorous workout, so he just held his hand still and let the painful muscle contractions flex his fingers. He had no strength to protest when Izumo started sitting up, pulling his body off Kotetsu’s tired hand and out of his sore mouth that was still working to swallow more of the liquid forced inside it. The side of his face where Izumo had slapped him twice ached. He rolled on his back panting, listening to Izumo’s similar heavy breathing and feeling his lover’s fast pulse through a throbbing vein in his upper leg against his cheek. Kotetsu wanted to lay here like this for hours.
There was a sudden loud thud on the wall, like the sound of a shoe or fist slamming into the paint, and Shikamaru’s voice could be heard saying, “Seven minutes, forty-two seconds.” But before the second count was even stated, the bed was empty, and the room was a whirl of speeding shinobis, cleaning, clothing and arming themselves. Sex, love, shame, hurt, desire—there was no more time for any of that. Akatsuki was out there, and Team Asuma was going to hit them with all they had.
******
A/N: Please stop here if you want a finished story. I wrote a little more, but it seems really inappropriate after MK wrote the true conclusion of Team Asuma's mission. The real ending crushed me, and I don't have the heart to pick up the story again, especially since it seems so, so NOT CANON, so NOT NARUTO in light of what happened in the "real" Naruto! If you stop here, this could have sort of happened in the "real" Naruto world, but the chapters that follow--they are pure fantasy. I do sort of like the back story that I figured out for Izumo and Kotetsu, however. Maybe some day I'll try another take on this duo that I love so much. Thanks for reading and reviewing this, my first yaoi ever and first longer work!
Yours,
Hestia
Chapter Note: Oral, lemon
Chapter 10: The Dawn’s Early Light
The annoying beep of Asuma’s alarm went off breaking the quietness in Rooms 200 and 201. Soft light from the sun’s edge was spilling over the misty tops of the mountains in the distance, creating that unique morning light with its rich shadows. Kotetsu and Izumo awoke in each other’s arms, faces close together. Kotetsu smiled and opened his mouth, only to have Izumo quickly hush him with the hand signal for silence. He gestured to the wall, using Konoha’s standard ninja hand signs to indicate hostile listeners.
Kotetsu leaped out of the bed and signaled for Izumo to follow him to the toilet. They peed in the bowl together like they had as kids until embarrassment and age had broken them of that habit. “So how do you know?” whispered Kotetsu.
“They were laughing at us, and I heard Shikamaru mocking you, calling Asuma master,” whispered back Izumo.
Kotetsu stifled a laugh as he washed his hands, moving over then to let Izumo do the same. “I’ve got a great idea, just go with it,” he said softly in Izumo’s ear, “We’ll make it so they don’t want to talk about what they hear.”
Izumo let himself be pulled back to the bed. “Oh, Izumo, please do that thing with your tongue again, that thing that Asuma taught you. I had no idea our team leader was so orally gifted.”
Izumo struggled to keep from laughing, and then gasped as, Kotetsu’s head went for his crotch. He paused, his tongue above Izumo’s flaccid penis, gesturing with his hand that Izumo better play along or else.
When Kotetsu’s tongue started flicking along his cock’s length and waking it up, he managed to come out with, “Well, you know Asuma’s been sucking and puffing on those cigarettes for years, so he’s got, uh, well, great control over his mouth’s muscles.” Kotetsu looked about to burst out with laughter, and he instead put his head down suppress the sounds but somehow ending up sucking earnestly at Izumo’s shaft which was rapidly filling with blood. Izumo forced himself to add more words, “He’s an excellent sensei; he really knows how to teach someone, uh, I’ve, uh, really learned a lot from him.”
Kotetsu lifted his head up but replaced his mouth with his hand, “Yea, Shika’s a lucky bastard to be so close to him, isn’t he? Speaking of the sexy Shika, shall we invite him for a threesome? He’s pretty hot in that fishnet he wears. Do you think he knows how to do that thing with his tongue too?”
Izumo was having trouble being quiet between the silly things Kotetsu was saying and the stroking and squeezing he was doing to Izumo’s fully erect cock.
There was a sharp bang on the wall, and they could hear Shika say loudly, “Yo, stop being so troublesome, or I’ll come over there and show you what I can do with my tongue. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
Izumo started to laugh, but the feel of Kotetsu’s mouth engulfing him, his tongue flicking as his mouth slid up and down made him struggle not to moan or gasp. `How can he do this to me, knowing they can hear everything? Oh my god, I can’t moan, oh god, that’s so good---‘ Izumo just shut his eyes and let himself feel. Kotetsu’s hand and mouth were working on bringing him pleasure, and he could feel that mouth pressing what felt like fingers against his cock. Then they were gone, and the mouth suddenly closed tightly around him, sucking strongly at the same time as a wet finger slid into his ass. Izumo bucked wildly up away, his cock thrusting hard into Kotetsu’s mouth, but the probing finger rose up with him and pressed even deeper and another worked its way in. The rush of sensations and feeling of shame as he could no longer stop himself from making little gasps and moans were pushing Izumo rapidly towards orgasm.
Fantasizing about oral sex and feeling a wet mouth suck and nip at you were not even remotely close experiences, thought Izumo as he tried to want to this to stop, tried to want to get ready for his mission, tried not to open his mouth and let the whole world know how good it felt--how that little nip of teeth on the edge of his cock’s head made make feel that tingling tension that signaled his cum was ready to come out. Kotetsu’s other hand suddenly skimmed across his chest, found one of his nipples, and pinched it savagely. Pain exploded in his chest, with a loud “Ohhh,” Izumo lost control and felt himself cum. The fingers on his nipple still held on, and the pain in that throbbing little nub of flesh, the painful pleasure in his sore ass from the thrusting fingers, merged with the mix of pleasure and shame Izumo was feeling as he spurted out his sperm into that hot, tight, wet mouth. Even as the waves of pleasure vibrated through him, Kotetsu was sucking hard, sucking out more sperm, still more, oh god, where was it all coming from? Surely there was nothing else left—but another deep thrust in his ass and yet more, oh god more, and then Izumo just lost himself in the pleasure, spilling out sound and sperm, fighting for breath, for sanity, for surviving.
Kotetsu forced himself to keep swallowing, to take it all, to not be the first one to pull back. His wrist and arm was cramping from their vigorous workout, so he just held his hand still and let the painful muscle contractions flex his fingers. He had no strength to protest when Izumo started sitting up, pulling his body off Kotetsu’s tired hand and out of his sore mouth that was still working to swallow more of the liquid forced inside it. The side of his face where Izumo had slapped him twice ached. He rolled on his back panting, listening to Izumo’s similar heavy breathing and feeling his lover’s fast pulse through a throbbing vein in his upper leg against his cheek. Kotetsu wanted to lay here like this for hours.
There was a sudden loud thud on the wall, like the sound of a shoe or fist slamming into the paint, and Shikamaru’s voice could be heard saying, “Seven minutes, forty-two seconds.” But before the second count was even stated, the bed was empty, and the room was a whirl of speeding shinobis, cleaning, clothing and arming themselves. Sex, love, shame, hurt, desire—there was no more time for any of that. Akatsuki was out there, and Team Asuma was going to hit them with all they had.
******
A/N: Please stop here if you want a finished story. I wrote a little more, but it seems really inappropriate after MK wrote the true conclusion of Team Asuma's mission. The real ending crushed me, and I don't have the heart to pick up the story again, especially since it seems so, so NOT CANON, so NOT NARUTO in light of what happened in the "real" Naruto! If you stop here, this could have sort of happened in the "real" Naruto world, but the chapters that follow--they are pure fantasy. I do sort of like the back story that I figured out for Izumo and Kotetsu, however. Maybe some day I'll try another take on this duo that I love so much. Thanks for reading and reviewing this, my first yaoi ever and first longer work!
Yours,
Hestia