Izumo's Problem

XI.

Kotetsu woke up and groaned. The light was too bright. He rolled over and pulled the cover over his head, willing himself to go back to sleep. He felt awful. The training grounds were too sunny and bright. He had to go somewhere shady and rest. Where? A raccoon walked across the field, and Kostetsu followed. Ah! The shade under the trees was so good after that bright sun. Oh, god, it was her! There between the trees, coming close. Oh, this is a dream, he realized because it’s her, the goddess, the redheaded goddess. Her hair hung down to her ankles, a shimmering mass of red gold. She’d always come to him in dreams, ever since his dick had woken up as a boy. Her face and body and eyes changed, but he knew it was the goddess because of her hair, her gorgeous red gold hair that was always the same.

She came to him, and her hair moved on its own and enveloped him, brushing over him, around him. Her lips—oh, soft, sweet, and her tongue—oh, god, her tongue, her tongue conquered him, invading him, claiming him. She had never kissed him like that before! The kiss broke, and she moved away. “Goddess, goddess,” he called. But the more he called to her, the farther she slipped away. And it seemed like a million animals ran in front of him, slowing him down—a giant black panther, a boar, a goat, a horse, and a dog. He tripped over a turtle and hid behind a tree as a tiger bounded by. And then, then when he was close to her, when he could reach out his hand and feel her hair, raccoons surrounded him. “Shoo, shoo,” he cried at them, waving his hands, trying to get them to move away, so he could get to his beautiful goddess. And they scampered away, and there she was.

Her breasts were huge, and her hair, oh, her hair. She lay on the forest floor, and he went to her and straddled her. His cock slide between her breasts in the valley of her cleavage. Ah, god, so good, so good. He slid his cock back and forth between them—ah! Yes! But suddenly he noticed that he and the goddess were on their sides as if they were going to sixty-nine. But she wasn’t sucking his cock, just letting him slide it between her huge, huge breasts. And there in front of him behind that hair was her pussy. How like a woman to expect me to eat her and not suck me, he thought. I hope she doesn’t have smelly stuff in her folds. It’s kinda gross how you can’t see where the fluid comes from, like you can with a cock. But he pushed aside her hair anyway and leaned forward to lick her. His one arm moved around her body to pull her close, so he could get just the right angle. But there was something wrong, really wrong—she had ring on her butt? Wait, no, that was a nipple ring in a male nipple. What? What?

Kotetsu suddenly came fully awake. In the dim light of the room, he could still recognize that tattoo in front of his face—Shu’s. Yes, that was Shu’s ringed nipple under his hand. And those were not breasts that his hard cock was sliding between, but ass cheeks. Fuck!

Kotetsu jerked himself back suddenly, instinctively, putting a good foot and a half between Shu and himself. But then Shu rolled over, closing that distance, so he was facing Kotetsu, close enough for their erect cocks to brush.

“Good morning, pretty,” said Shu. “How are you feeling?”

Kotetsu just looked at that smiling face in shock as his memories of last night flashed through his mind. He groaned, rolled on his back and put one hand over his face.

“In pain, pretty?”

“That should be my question, shouldn’t it?” said Kotetsu. “I let you get me off twice and passed out on you, didn’t I?

“Yeah, you did,” said Shu.

“Oh, shit, I hope you at least kept going after I lost it and finished,” said Kotetsu.

“Oh, pretty,” sighed Shu, “That’s the sort of person you hope I am? You don’t think maybe your standards are a little low?”

Kotetsu groaned, “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry. No, no, that would be ah, yeah, well, yeah, I really just mean I hope you, ah, well, took care of things. I mean, well, ah—“

“Did I lie here hard all night and suffering?”

“You did?” said Kotetsu sitting up abruptly, looking down at Shu in horror.

Shu smiled and shook his head no.

“Oh, good.”

Shu’s smile disappeared, and Kotetsu grimaced. “Hey,” he said, “I, well, oh, shit, I was the fucking hook-up from hell, eh? I drink too much, demand satisfaction, and pass out on you. Ah, hell, you even changed the sheets! God, I can’t believe I crashed and left you to change the sheets and wack off in the bathroom.”

“Not what happened,” said Shu.

“Oh? What did happen, then?”

“Everything but the wacking off in the bathroom part,” said Shu.

“But you said—oh, huh, oh, you wacked off in here, didn’t you?”

“Did I?”

“Yeah, you did,” said Kotetsu slowly. “You would have made sure I was ok, and then you likely cleaned me and the sheets up. And when you were sure I was sleeping, not unconscious, you probably jerked off looking at me sleep. Did I figure it out?”

Shu nodded yes.

Kotetsu sighed, falling back down on the bed as he said, “Well, that must have sucked for you. Your worse hook-up ever, eh?”

“It’s too soon to tell,” said Shu.

“Oh, well, even if you spend time remembering all the horrid one-night stands of your life, it isn’t going to change the fact you went home with a guy that left you hanging like a cock tease,” said Kotetsu rolling on his side to face Shu.

“No, what I meant was that you,” here Shu paused and ran his index finger over one of Kotetsu’s nipples then moved that index finger to his own nipple ring and continued, “and I are still hooked up.”

Kotetsu shivered and realized his mouth was still open staring at Shu’s nipple ring. His cock quivered a little, reminding him that it was still there and excited despite his little guilt trip. And here in his bed was a sexy redhead, wrong sex, but still sexy. And he really owed the guy an orgasm, never mind that it would probably mean another amazing one for him too . . .

“Hey,” said Kotetsu smiling his I’m-a-sexy-bastard smile that went over so well with the ladies, “I don’t want you to leave thinking I’m a selfish bastard. I want to get you off this morning. I’d like you to just lie there and let me do the work.”

“That sounds good to me. And what work do you want to do, pretty?”

The smile and confidence drained out of Kotetsu as he considered that question. His cock drooped a bit, as he scowled and said, “Ah, fuck, Shu! I hate this! It’s like I’m 13 again! The sum total of my experience with hand and blow jobs is the little bit of playing I did with you last night! And frankly that ring in your cock is fucking hot, but scary—I’m afraid I’ll lose my voice box if I go down on you and wreck your dick if I try to jerk you like I do myself. And as much as I’m grateful for the killer orgasms, I’m not ready to hop up on your dick now that I’m sober. Ah, shit, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to put up with a newbie’s fumblings. Hey, well, let me get some edible lube, and maybe you can coach me with a mouth and hand combo job here.”

“Pretty, shhh, don’t move, just take a deep breath,” said Shu, catching Kotetsu and pulling him over his body. He ran his hands over his back, saying, “Let’s ignore my dick for a while. There’s other parts of my body that are almost the same as a woman’s. I’m sure you’ve kissed a lot of ladies, so why don’t you give me a good morning one?”

Kotetsu lifted up his head from Shu’s chest and made a grimace, unintentionally. He was feeling embarrassed and less aroused by the minute. He leaned down and pressed his tightly closed lips to Shu’s quickly, lifting his head and saying, “Good morning.”

Shu was looking at him intently, and Kotetsu couldn’t meet those cinnamon eyes. “Ah, morning breath,” said Kotetsu, not knowing if he had it or not, sliding off Shu’s body on to what had been his side of the bed last night. “Maybe I should go brush my teeth.”

“No need, pretty, no need for any more kisses. So tell me what you are good at with the ladies. Do you pleasure them with your mouth, your hand, or this?” asked Shu, reaching out and stroking Kotetsu’s cock.

Oh, god, that felt good. Kotetsu rocked his hips forward, all desire to get out of the bed forgotten. “Ah, god, Shu, that feels good! I, ah, well, I’m not really into eating pussy, although I do it, and I’ve never eaten any ass. I don’t even like a lot of kissing, but women, they love that shit. I don’t know, I kinda remember thinking last night how I like being kissed by you, so maybe I’m just lazy with my tongue.”

Shu laughed, and Kotetsu joined in. The redhead’s hand kept lightly playing with Kotetsu as he continued, “I do a bit of fingering, front and back, but I most just fuck.”

“Front and back?”

“Well, the ladies don’t tend to like the anal. I do it maybe once a month or so, whereas I usually fuck some pussy at least one or two nights a week, and on good weeks, maybe three nights or four.”

“Hmmm, there are three used condoms in the trash from the redhead before me,” said Shu, “so you probably fuck at least 100 times a year, maybe as many as 500 times a year. That’s a lot of fucking, pretty. You’re awfully good at that, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, you wanna find out just how good? I don’t do a lot of anal, but I think most of my moves will work with enough lube,” said Kotetsu, grinning wickedly.

“Sure,” said Shu, his hand dropping away from Kotetsu’s cock. He rolled on to his stomach, folding his arms under his head, and resting his head there facing Kotetsu.

Kotetsu’s cock spasmed a little, leaping about. His mouth fell open, and his eyes grew wide. “Really? Holy shit! I didn’t think ANBU did uke! Oh my god, fuck, your tatt goes into your butt crack! Ah, fuck, that’s hot, goddamn it!” And without really thinking about it, Kotetsu sat up and let his hand run down narrow red pattern of Shu’s tatt, following it down his spine and in between his buttocks. It stopped just above his anus, tapering off like an arrow directing your attention right to that little pink starburst.

“Shit, it’s like a treasure trail,” said Kotetsu, his finger rubbing over Shu’s anus. “Damn, Shu, it just makes you want to touch here. Shit, let me get the lube and condoms.”

Kotetsu swirled his index finger over Shu’s anus one more time before crawling over him and out of the bed, to open his bedside drawer and dig around in it. He chucked the box of condoms on the bed and cursed, not finding any lube. “Wait, I know I have some,” he said. “Let me check my dresser. So, hey, does Ibiki find semes for you guys like he does ukes?”

“No,” said Shu. “Being in ANBU doesn’t lend itself to being an uke, even if that’s what you naturally prefer, and there isn’t a soul in ANBU that would let themselves be taken in the dark by someone they didn’t feel comfortable with.”

“So, I’m someone ANBU feels comfortable with?” said Kotetsu, chuckling, “That’s good to know. Ah, here it is!”

“You and Neji were the only people at that party that weren’t ANBU now or previously and aren’t lovers or former lovers of ANBU nins. Trust me, no one in ANBU is going to drink scrum with you unless they feel comfortable with you.”

Kotetsu climbed back on the bed and straddled Shu’s thighs. He leaned over and began to straighten Shu’s hair, smoothing it to either side of his body. “Hmmm, I guess I should be honored,” he said. “I love your hair, Shu. But god, I can’t believe this. This is like blowing my mind to think some of you ANBU guys take it up the ass. I just can’t see it with most of you. Well, I can see it with that cutie, Turtle. When I first saw him, I thought, `I’d like to do her’ before I realized she was a he! Hmmm, god, this tatt is amazing, Shu. So gorgeous—hey, damn it, warn a guy when you are going to dump him on the bed!”

For Shu suddenly wasn’t underneath him, but standing by the bed, walking to the bedroom door. “I have to go to the bathroom,” said Shu as Kotetsu watched that head of red hair sway above the exact ass he wished he had. There was just a little too much dark hair on his ass, and well, not as much muscle. Kotetsu pulled out a condom and put it on, thinking about just how tight Shu’s perfect ass was going to feel. He squeezed a little lube from the tube, leaving the cap open, so it would be ready, and flopped back on the bed stroking his cock, smiling. Having an ANBU fuck buddy was pretty fucking awesome, he thought. Yeah, being bi isn’t as bad as I thought it would be . . . and Kotetsu’s thought derailed as he started to remember last night. He blushed, remembering how he’d been so desperate for Shu’s kiss, Shu’s touch. He’d begged for it! He, Kotetsu, had begged a man to touch him! Damn, and he could make me do it again, thought Kotetsu, smiling. Ah, life was good . . .

Terror!

He’d almost pissed himself. Holy fucking shit! One second he’d been just stroking himself, eyes half open, thinking happy things, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw there was an ANBU shinobi looking down at him. It had taken him a moment to process it was Shu because he had never seen the man he knew as Shu like this. He’d always seemed normal, teasing, flirting. But this, this expressionless, cold man with that dead, eerie calm face and that stillness that indicated total alertness, fuck, this was ANBU alright! Shit, no wonder they wore those masks—god, dammit, he’d never, ever look at Shu in same way! Kotetsu shivered. This man, this man staring down at him, silently, this man would kill him in a heartbeat and kept going. This man could break your arm and listen to you scream as he ate a meal, not caring if how much he had to do to you to find out what he needed to know.

What had happened? He activated his chakra, in a panic, checking for enemies, and noted, horrified, that Shu’s chakra was so cloaked it was as if he wasn’t here. He registered that Izumo and Kurohyou were up in Izumo’s apartment. But other than Kurohyou, there was absolutely nothing threatening around. Why was Shu’s chakra cloaked as if he wasn’t even here? Oh, god, maybe he wasn’t?

“Are you a clone?” he asked, his voice coming out a bit shaky.

“No. I am going to leave. Good-bye, Hagane Ko--”

“Whoa, wait, what, hold on,” said Kotetsu, sitting up, “is it a mission? Can I make you some coffee? How long is the mission?”

Shu’s blank response seemed to bore into Kotetsu. And then it flashed over him—oh, shit! “Is it, ah, fuck, it’s me, isn’t it? You’re upset about that Turtle comment! Shu, I, like, oh, man, I’m sorry, but come on, I’m not going go chase any man, let alone one of your friends! I shouldn’t have said that, but I keep forgetting you want to be treated like a girl, not a guy. No, wait, that didn’t come out right. I mean, like a lover, not a friend. Or well, not like, well—ah, shit, can’t we just be fuck buddies?”

And then ANBU Shu—for Kotetsu had to think of him as not really Shu--smiled, a smile that was so hollow, so empty, Kotetsu felt like shit.

“Will you tell me what you were dreaming just before you woke up?”

“What? Why the fuck—“ Kotetsu stopped as Shu’s eyes seemed to get bleaker. “Eh, well, yeah, sure. I was dreaming about her, ah, this woman I’ve always dreamed about since I’ve been about 8 or 9. I mean like she’s changed over the years, ah, her face and eyes and body, but like, I know it’s her, the one, and she always has long red gold hair. It’s just a recurring dream I have a lot, you see? You don’t really want hear this stupid crap, do you?”

“Please, will you tell me?”

Jesus, he’s like a bomb with a hair trigger, thought Kotetsu unhappily. Mother fucker, I don’t ever want ever to be the target of one of Shu’s missions. “Yeah, well, it was just dumb. She like kissed me and ran away, and I chased her. It was in the woods, and a whole bunch of animals were blocking my way, holding me back. I managed to get through them, and then I was rubbing my cock between her boobs, and then I woke up and found it was your gorgeous ass. I’m an ass, Shu, but why don’t you stay anywat and have breakfast? There isn’t any mission, is there?”

“Was there a raccoon in the dream?”

“Fuck the dream!” said Kotetsu, but suddenly he blushed violently, realizing just what his dream seemed to be symbolizing.

“Tell me,” said ANBU Shu, in a quiet voice that made Kotetsu break out in goose pimples.

“There were lots of animals, not just the raccoons, Shu. And dreams are just dreams, I mean, don’t—ah, well, yes, there were a bunch of raccons around me, and I just waved my arms at them to move out of the way, and they did. Nothing bad, I mean, it was just a dream, you know, I mean, I can’t help what I dream. It doesn’t mean that I don’t think you are super hot, and I’m serious, Shu, I’ve never had orgasms like the ones you gave me before. You’re the best.”

“Thank you, Hagane Kotetsu. Good—“

“No! You agreed to let me fuck you! Come on, I’ll get you off, I swear. If I don’t, you can never forgive me, ok?

“I can’t let you do that, Kotetsu. It’s not revenge. It’s ANBU. This is why ANBU and uke don’t mix. It turns on, and I can’t turn it off.”

“Well, can’t you stay, and let me try to turn it off?” said Kotetsu. Shu shook his head no, and Kotetsu pushed, “Come on, Shu, give me a rain check then. Come back and see me when you’re in the mood again. I’m off all day.”

Shu was still and silent for a while. Then he smiled that horrible, horrible fake smile, and said, “I’m sorry. Good-bye, Hagane Kotetsu” in that quiet, emotionless voice, and then he vanished.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” cried Kotetsu, punching the pillows on the bed and then throwing them across the room.

“Well, fine! Fuck! I’m not interested in guys anyway! This is great! I should have just done this last night, and I’d still have been a man, not a freakin’ bi!” said Kotetsu as he stomped into the bathroom.

But after a shower and three cups of coffee, Kotetsu was still upset. When he went back in his bedroom and threw himself down on the bed, there was a long, long red hair there on the white sheets. Damn it! Kotetsu pushed his head down and sniffed. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He just messed up big time! Shu was gorgeous, smelled good, was kind, and was amazing in bed. Hell, he’d only had two hand jobs, a blow job, and some kisses, and it was better than that two day fuckfeast with those girls from Wave Country! God, what would it have been like to be fucked by him? To have that big red cock with that ring in his ass? Supposedly those rings made it feel amazing on the prostate. Damn, Izumo was begging for anal sex from Kurohyou; it must feel good.

Ah shit, I hope Shu hating me doesn’t fuck things up for them. Well, hate is a strong word—surely, he doesn’t hate me? And Kotetsu thought about being just about to fuck Ino and telling her he’d do that cutie, Sakura. That was pretty much what he’d done to Shu. Shit! I’m fucking lucky I’m alive! God, god, I blew that, I really blew that!

But maybe he’ll be back—after all, supposedly it’s hard for ANBU guys to get lovers. God, that doesn’t make sense, but I don’t think Shu or the others were lying. Kotetsu checked the chakra up in Izumo’s apartment. Oh, good, they were in the kitchen/living room. Suddenly he needed to talk to Izumo, needed to see his friend’s face. Because if he stayed in this apartment, in this bed, he’d go insane.

Jerking on a pair of shorts, Kotetsu walked up the stairs to Izumo’s apartment. He needed to talk, needed advice. He didn’t want things to end with Shu this way. He didn’t want to be the guy’s bitch, or well, he wasn’t sure if he did, but he didn’t want the last time they were together to end such an awful way. And then Kotetsu remembered the feeling of Shu sliding his cock between his thighs, the feeling of his hand on his cock, that voice whispering in his ear, calling him pretty. God, he called me Hagane Kotetsu and said good-bye like he would never see me again! You fucking broke his heart, asshole, said a voice in Kotetsu’s mind.

His heart? I broke Shu’s heart? He just wanted a fuck! It was just flirting! Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why do I feel like crying?

Kotetsu knocked on Izumo’s door softly.

Kurohyou opened the door almost immediately and leaning against the doorframe, just looked at Kotetsu. Fuck! He’d forgotten just how sexy Izumo’s new bodyfriend was. Kotetsu’s eyes went down to Kurohyou’s bare feet and back up those legs, past that skimpy pair of black silk boxers, to his face.

“Ah, I’m sorry to bother you guys,” said Kotetsu. “But I need advice. I fucked up bad. Can I talk to Zumo?”

That head with the sleek, black hair tilted, indicating Kotetsu should come in.

Kotetsu practically walked into Izumo. His friend reached up and smacked him hard across the face, saying, “You know what you did to earn that, Tetsu.”

“Ah, fuck, Zumo, sorry! God dammit, I should have never woken up today! First Shu, now you! I won’t have any friends left before it’s lunchtime!”

“So Shu was with you . . . “ Izumo’s voice trailed off as Kurohyou walked over to the stove his hips swaying. In front of the stove, he stretched, making the panther on his back move. Then he picked up the teapot and turned around, his mouth almost, just almost on the edge of the smallest of smiles.

Izumo elbowed Kotetsu sharply in the stomach, even as he said, “Come on in, sit down, and have breakfast with us. Try to act like you aren’t a whore.”

“Oh, god, Izumo, I was an ass, a complete insensitive ass. You gotta help me figure out how to make it better, both of you.”

Izumo sighed as he sat down, his eyes full of sympathy that made Kotetsu feel better already. “So how mad is he? Did he just vanish or did you guys fight? And if he left this morning, how did you like getting fucked? Or didn’t you? Or did you like it and not want to like it?”

“Zumo, I didn’t have any anal sex! That’s the fucking problem!”

Kurohyou made that odd chuffing noise that was his version of laughter.

Kotetsu scowled, saying, “You two are like a miracle. Nobody just goes home, has awesome sex, falls in love, and everything’s perfect! And fuck, at least you guys know you like guys! Aw, dammit, it was just fucked up from the beginning.”

“Tell me all,” said Kurohyou, startling Kotetsu, staring at him intently.

Izumo smiled at Kurohyou, reaching over to pick up his hand and kiss it, clearly thanking him for wanting to help his friend.

“Oh, god, you guys, I hope you are always this happy,” said Kotetsu.

Izumo’s smile was dazzling as he poured Kotetsu some tea, saying, “I can only pray for that. But Tetsu, if you want to be happy like us, you need to stop checking out everything that moves, especially my man.”

Kotetsu blushed, and then he grinned, saying, “Well, I guess now that you’re all happy, you don’t want to know about Shu’s pubes or his tatt or his piercings or maybe about his—“

The loud hiss startled both chuunins. Kurohyou was behind Izumo with his hands over his ears, whereas a second ago he was at the table. For the second time that morning, Kotetsu found himself the subject of an ANBU-style stare, and he thought he might just die. But then, one eyelid dropped over a black eye, and the other seemed to spark to life.

“Red,” mouthed Kotetsu, “just like—“ he pointed to his head. “And big,” he said, gesturing.

Kurohyou’s hands moved to cover Izumo’s eyes, so Kotetsu added, “with a silver ring in the tip of his cock, and a pair of them in his nipples.”

“No way!” cried Izumo, then turned red, “Oh, Kurohyou, please, I’m sorry! Don’t be upset!”

And Kotetsu watched as Izumo launched himself at Kurohyou, who caught him and grinned.

Izumo squealed, saying, “Baby, you grinned, you were grinning!”

Kurohyou’s face went back to frozen, but his eyes were twinkling, and then he just raised one eyebrow.

He got himself an armful of Izumo, who started kissing him all over his face. He sat back down with Izumo on his lap, pulling his lover’s head gently away from his face, and saying, “Shhhhh,” nodding at Kotetsu.

“Are you sure you want me to continue?” asked Kotetsu, looking at Kurohyou for permission. “It’s hotness on a nuclear fusion level.”

A little tip up of Kurohyou’s head urged Kotetsu on, and the chuunin continued, “Oh, god, Izumo, the tattoo is the sexiest damn thing ever. It’s just these red swirls and slashes, but they are spread over his shoulder blades to make you see how built he is and then there’s like a tail or braid of red markings that goes right down his spine to his asshole, the cutest little pink asshole I’ve ever seen.”

“Kotetsu, you just called an asshole cute,” said Izumo, shocked.

“I know! And to make matters even worse, Shu left in jealous fit, not cause of some woman but because of Turtle! I mean why was I even talking about fucking Turtle? I don’t know who I am anymore!”

“Wait, wait, wait, when you said fucking Turtle, did you mean like god-damn Turtle or stick-my-dick in Turtle?” demanded Izumo.

Kotetsu bit his lip and looked away from his friend. “It just popped out cause Shu was talking about how some of the guys in ANBU really prefer being ukes,” he muttered.

Kurohyou hissed loudly as Izumo shouted, “You ass! You complete and total ass! You’re lucky you’re not in bloody pieces! What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking he was my fuck buddy!” snapped back Kotetsu.

“A fuck buddy? Good god, Tetsu, if he wanted a fuck buddy he’d have gone after someone gay! You don’t put yourself through the hell of chasing a straight guy unless you are really into them! That poor raccoon!”

“You don’t?”

“You don’t deserve him! You know, Tetsu, I love you, but you really are a ho. You need to decide if you want to keep on have lots of meaningless sex, or you want to grow up, keep your dick in your pants, and maybe find something special. And just cause you’re now willing to look at men and women, that doesn’t mean you are going to find another like Shu. Did you at least make it good enough for him that he’ll be tempted to come back?”

Kotetsu groaned and put his head down on the table.

“I need the gay playbook,” he said to the table top, “and I need to learn to suck cock and give hand jobs.”

“You should have rimmed him,” said Izumo, “you do that the same way you do for a woman.”

“I am not tossing anybody’s salad, and mine is staying untossed, too!” said Kotetsu raising up his head.

Kurohyou chuffed again and began to nuzzle Izumo kissing his temple, nipping at his ear, and rubbing their cheeks together.

Kotetsu watched them and remembered Shu’s arms around him, his voice at his ear, his kiss. Why was he so weirded out about being gay? Izumo was his best friend, and here he was cuddling and kissing like it was normal. And seeing him and his lover, it did seem normal. Oh, god, they were making out now—Kotetsu stood up and decided to go back to his room. “I’ll talk to you guys later. I need to think,” he said.

“Kakashi,” said Kurohyou.

“What?” said Kotetsu turning around.

“Oh, baby, so clever,” said Izumo. “Go see Kakashi, Kotetsu. There is nothing about sex he doesn’t know. And he’ll help you pick out the right porn.”

“I can find my own porn! Hell, I just have to watch you two!”

The growl from Kurohyou made the hair on the back of Kotetsu’s neck stand up. “Ah, but I’m not going to, was never going to! Hey, I’m out of here,” he said backing towards the door. The icy look from Kurohyou made him just decide to use his chakra. “Later, guys,” he said, transporting down to his room.

For the longest time, neither Izumo nor Kurohyou remembered he’d ever been there. But later as they lay on Izumo’s bed, Kurohyou whispered to Izumo, “Want to give you nipple rings, Iriomote.”

“I wanna eat your ass until you go wild and roll over and spray a hot load all over my face,” said Izumo.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” said Kurohyou, rolling over on his stomach.

Izumo licked his lips happily, saying, “But when I’m done, you can take me to get my nipples pierced.”

“Mmmmmmmmm,” purred Kurohyou as Izumo lowered his head.