A/N: I want to take a moment and point out one of my readers, another author here on this site, wrote a wonderful poem about Kotetsu from this story, from his point of view. moodysavage wrote it, it's in the general Naruto male/male category called "Dedicated to…" Go, go read it now, it's wonderful! Thank you, doll!!
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He was dreaming about Kotetsu.
That, in itself, was nothing new. He'd been dreaming about his friend for years - as long as he'd known the other man. He remembered when they were little that he would dream about them conquering the world. They were the strongest ninja ever or perhaps they sailed said world as the pirates did in the stories their parents read to them.
When he got older, about the time the girls in their classes started blushing at the boys, he remembered them changing. He couldn't remember much about the dreams then except for the recurring one where Tetsu held his hand a lot and, eventually, kissed him on the cheek. The first time he'd awakened from
that dream, he'd blushed horribly every time Tetsu looked at him all day. Much to poor Kotetsu's confusion.
His first wet dream had been about his friend. He remembered waking up a complete sticky mess. His best friend's face and body had still been floating in his mind. It had been the very image that had so turned him on -- the one of Kotetsu, water dripping over him, half hard when he got out of that stream.
And then, of course, when he'd started discovering all about sex - had started experiencing his first times - his dreams had changed again. They had still featured Kotetsu, regardless of who he'd been dating at the time and had turned very erotic. He'd imagined Tetsu's mouth and hands on him, their cocks rubbing, and even his best friend inside of him.
When he'd pushed the idea of having his friend as his lover out of his mind, the dreams had faded quite a bit, only surfacing now and again. But about ten days ago, they'd come back with a vengeance, which was no real surprise. Because they'd started again the night Tetsu had stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet and looking sexier than Izumo could ever remember him looking.
So, it wasn't a surprise, really, that he was dreaming about his best friend. About those lips and hands on him, touching him. About that deep, incredibly sexy voice murmuring in his ear, calling him "baby," and talking about wanting him.
No, what was a surprise was how
real it felt.
But, his mind reminded him,
now you know what the hands and lips feel like. Now you know what that voice sounds like when it says "baby." And that was true. He
did know all of that now, so maybe it shouldn't have shocked him how aroused he was from his dream.
Nope, those things weren't what shocked him.
What truly stunned him was that as he surfaced to consciousness, the dreams bled into reality. His best friend's hands
were on him. Well, one of them. The fingers of it were currently tweaking one of his nipples, rolling it and pinching until it hardened while those very talented lips were nibbling on his neck. Tetsu's body was flush up against him, warm soft flesh along his back, legs tangled with his own.
He moaned quietly. His own hand reached back and found Tetsu's hip -- under the blankets and quite naked. That's when he registered that both sets of legs were naked and he realized that he, too, had no clothes on. Had Tetsu stripped him? He tried to think through it, but the hand on his bare skin and those lips still nipping at his neck were making coherent thought nearly impossible.
The hand moved down over his chest, ghosted over his belly and then skipped his hard cock altogether to slide along his thigh. He lifted Izumo's leg until it was draped over one of his own then the hand traced fingers over the sensitive inner thigh. "Oh God..." Zumo whispered, rocking back against his friend.
Tetsu's cock was already up against his ass and the rocking dragged a loud groan from his friend's throat when it nestled more firmly between his cheeks. "Mmm. Zumo, baby..." he murmured then started nipping again along Izumo's neck.
That voice, deeper than normal from sleep went through him. "Say it again," Izumo whispered, his eyes closed, his free hand sliding under the pillow to find Tetsu's other one. When he located it, their fingers threaded, hands grasping tightly.
"Baby," Tetsu said in his ear again, the voice flowing over him like liquid sex. Izumo moaned at the sound, hips moving now without direction from his brain. His body wanted, needed, more of that touch, more contact.
His friend's hand finished the trip up his inner thigh and wrapped around his own dick, stroking it slowly from balls to tip and another moan came out, louder than the last. His hand tightened on Tetsu's hip, his breath stuttering in his chest when he was stroked again. Tetsu's thumb swiped over the head of his cock and he whimpered in need. "Please, oh God, need..." he trailed off, not quite able to say it.
"What, baby? What do you need?" Tetsu's velvet voice asked in his ear, then nipped at the lobe and licked at the shell, sending spikes of arousal to his cock, sharpening his need to an almost painful level. Izumo let out a moan at it, still not quite able to speak the words. "Tell me, baby..." the voice nearly demanded and it unlocked the words from his throat.
"You. Need you, Tetsu, please..." He begged, not caring if that's what it sounded like. All he could think about was the hand on his cock, the dick at his ass, damned near desperate to have it inside of himself. To feel
that man in every way possible.
And then Tetsu was gone, but only for the briefest of seconds. He was rolled onto his back and then his best friend was over him. Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling. Moans escaped their throats, Tetsu ground into him and the feel of flesh on flesh eased by pre-cum almost undid him. One of his hands speared through shaggy black hair, the other slid along the muscular back to cup the other man's sexy ass, pulling that incredible body tighter against him.
Tetsu's hips rocked more insistently, their cocks rubbing more and he lifted his legs, wrapping them around his friend. "Please..." he managed when they surfaced briefly for air. "Oh God, want...you... need..." He paused, trying to find a bit of sanity, but it was nowhere within reach.
But Tetsu knew what he needed and wasn't going to make him wait. "Oh God, Zumo," he moaned when Izumo nipped at Tetsu's neck and his hand tightened on that incredible ass. Izumo opened his eyes when he felt Tetsu's fingers teasing his mouth. He parted his lips, eyes locked on the slanted ones as he sucked them in, wetting them. His tongued danced over the tips, traced lines along the pads and he sucked once, hard. Kotetsu's groaned again, his eyes nearly crossing then Izumo released the fingers. Izumo loosened his legs then and felt those fingers at his entrance, his eyes sliding closed when one pushed slowly into him. "Fuck, baby, you're tight," Tetsu groaned.
The groan, that voice, those words, only made it worse, made him that much more desperate to have Kotetsu inside of him
right then. Izumo tried to force himself to relax, to loosen. He wanted, needed Tetsu so badly in that moment. Then the second finger filled him and his own groan leaked into the other man's mouth when Tetsu kissed him again. He got lost in the sensations of those fingers sliding in and out of him, tips hitting his prostate, the tongue along his own, his friend's body so close.
"God, now, Tetsu..." Izumo demanded, the hand he had on Tetsu's ass squeezing, pulling.
"Don't make me hurt you, baby," Tetsu muttered in his ear. "Hang on, just a little more."
"Don't... care, anymore...
God, Tetsu... Nnngh... just...
fuck... need you inside...
now." He managed when they pulled back to give their lungs the oxygen they were demanding.
Kotetsu groaned and any reservations he had left vanished. He pushed his fingers in one more time, one more stretch and started to sit up.
And someone pounded on the door to their room. "LAUNDRY!" A female voice shouted through the wood.
They stopped dead and stared at each other. Kotetsu's fingers were still buried inside the other man, both bodies strained toward each other, cocks rock hard and leaking. "One," Kotetsu started to call out, but had to clear his throat. "One minute, please," he finally forced through his lips.
He pulled his fingers out and Izumo moaned at the loss. Kotetsu dropped a kiss on Izumo's lips in reassurance and stood up, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around his hips, doing his best to hide his erection, lest he freak the woman out. He padded over to the door and opened it part way. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea you would still be in bed!" She apologized, face red.
"It's okay. Laundry?" Kotetsu inquired.
"Oh, your clothes," she held out the civvies they'd sent down the day before to be washed, folded in a neat pile.
"Oh, thank you," Kotetsu said, taking the clothes. "Um, one moment," he mumbled and turned to find his pants. He fumbled with them, trying to hold on to the blanket as well until he pulled a few bills out and passed them to the woman.
"Thank you!" She said then grinned and waved good bye before heading down the hall.
Kotetsu closed the door quietly and tightened his hand on the knob in a near death grip. He paused, staring at the lock above the doorknob for a full minute, trying desperately to get a hold of his sanity before turning around. When he realized it was still gone, he gave up and slowly faced his friend.
Izumo was still on the bed, half sitting up, sheet pulled up to his chest. He was watching Kotetsu carefully, both big brown eyes exposed, face unreadable. Kotetsu could very clearly see the tent that told him his friend was still very, very aroused.
Eyes locked, he started across the room. He paused at the side of the bed and let the blanket drop before he sat. Izumo's eyes darted to his own partially-wilted erection before coming back to meet his gaze again.
They didn't touch at first and still didn't speak. Kotetsu found himself scared damned near to death of what Izumo would say. He'd started it. He had no excuse, there was no one watching, nothing to prompt it except waking up to the incredible feel of his best friend in his arms.
He watched the Adam's apple bob as Izumo swallowed. Then Izumo reached out a hand and took Kotetsu's, pulling his friend down next to him. Kotetsu stretched out along the length of Zumo's body, pulling the other man close, sheet still firmly between them.
And despite the uncertainty and fear, his cock twitched back to full hardness, just like that. He closed his eyes, willing his body to behave. The moment was gone, there was no going back at this point.
"Can we just stay here a moment?" Izumo whispered.
Kotetsu nodded. "Yeah." He dropped a kiss on Izumo's forehead, his hand threading through the silky brown hair.
Their hearts pounded, breath still shallow as they both fought to get a hold of themselves. There was apology in both of their minds, fear, uncertainty, questions. But neither of them was ready to face them, ready to ask them of themselves much less each other. And they were certainly not ready for the answers.
Izumo's free arm snaked around Tetsu's back and he pressed himself a little closer to the other man. Kotetsu felt a light trail of kisses on his chest and he dropped one on the top of his friend's head, then tilted the face up to leave the same light ones on Zumo's forehead, temple, cheek and finally lips. Izumo turned his face back down and tucked his head under Tetsu's chin again.
They lay there like that for a few more moments, neither moving, neither willing and maybe just not able to. Now and again, they left light kisses on each other as their minds tried to put away the jumble of thoughts running through their heads.
Eventually, Izumo pulled back and looked at his friend. He still didn't say anything at first, instead, he threaded his fingers through the shaggy black hair and leaned in. Their lips met, soft, slow, a longer, more thorough kiss, one full of questions and confusion. There was love, yes, love, and remorse. And even a bit of pain.
When they broke apart, Izumo swallowed. "We have to get moving."
Kotetsu nodded. "Yeah," he whispered. He dropped another kiss on Izumo's forehead. "You can have the shower first."
Izumo gave a slightly shaky smile. "Thank you." He started to sit, then turned back to his friend. He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again. After another long look, he reached out and touched Tetsu's cheek gently. Then he slid out of bed, not bothering to cover up and went into the bathroom.
Kotetsu watched him go, not bothering to look away. When Izumo closed the door, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He let out a very long sigh that, if he'd heard it from someone else, would have said a lot.
If this mission didn't kill him, it was going to send him to hell. He was a bastard of the highest rank for starting that -- which he did. He was an ass for not stopping it-- which he didn't. He should never have accepted the encouragement, but he did. He felt like crap for almost every part of that. Almost. Except he couldn't quite regret it as much as he should.
He should regret it. He shouldn't have done any of that. But he just could not
stop.
Hell. Or the psych ward. Either one.
