Messengers Keeping Busy

Kotetsu and Izumo froze and stared at the T.V. By the count of three Kotetsu figured out it wasn’t turned on. He stretched forward to hit the power button, “accidentally” brushing his hip against Izumo’s.

“Ahhhh… Fffuck……” Kotetsu murmured as a pile of DVDs crashed to the floor. He pretended not to notice Izumo’s subtle intake of breath and not-so-subtle lower body rub against the bed. He smirked and wiggled closer to enjoy the show.

Surprisingly, Kakashi’s face filled the screen. He was obviously holding a video camera with one hand, and trying to keep his own face in focus. He spoke conspiratorially to his audience. “Happy Anniversary in advance, Genma.”

Kakashi’s face tilted into a smile under his mask, his visible eye closing merrily for an instant. He swerved the camera a bit, then opened his eyes and righted himself. “Whoooooa, there. Hey. Guess I better keep my eyes open if I’m going to do this thing right for you guys. I bet you already know this, Genma, but Raidou is not a man to be trusted when he’s paying for the sake then asks if you could do him a favor. Oops…” Kakashi’s voice dropped lower in response to a short series of off-camera noises. He winked, then whispered “Shhhhhh! It‘s a surprise!”

The view swung clumsily around to focus on a king-sized bed. The scene receded slightly, shook, slid sideways, and righted itself to hissed sounds of Kakashi saying, “Shhhhit!! Whoa… okay, here we go…” Then the on-screen bedroom door swung open.

Izumo and Kotetsu both pushed their forearms into the mattress as they leaned forward to make sure they were seeing right.

“Dude,” Kotetsu said. “Is the one with the blindfold Genma? I mean… that’s Genma, right? With a blindfold on? Hardass, elite assassin, Genma…”

“I’m familiar with who Genma is, Kotetsu. Yeah, that’s definitely… I mean… I guess we’re used to seeing him with the senbon, and not used to seeing him blindfolded, totally naked, with his…uh…impressive…” Izumo trailed off as he shifted slightly and began unbuttoning the high collar of his uniform jacket. “It’s too hot in here. Are you hot?”

“Yeah, definitely. Definitely hot.” Kotetsu swatted away Izumo’s hands and worked his way down the uniform buttons. He then used his practiced hands to remove Izumo’s forehead protector and wrapping, looking over his shoulder at the scene unfolding on the T.V screen.

An obviously drunk Genma stumbled over a pair of shoes on the floor, falling face first down on the bed. Raidou laughed softly, reaching out to push down on Genma’s back with one hand, holding him firmly in place. The fingers of his other hand traced down over Genma’s firmly-muscled backside, teasingly making their way back up his crack, pausing to gently circle his entrance. A low-quality version of Genma’s voice could be heard moaning softly as he pressed his head, shoulders, arms and torso deeper into the bed while curving his back into a feline arch in an effort to turn Raidou’s teasing into a more satisfying pressure.

Without averting his eyes, Kotetsu pulled the rough, gray jacket off of Izumo and quickly finished unbuttoning and removing his own jacket as well as the shirt he wore underneath. “Come on, Kakashi, move your secret-spy ass… We can’t see anything at that angle. Man, he‘s gotta be good at containing his chakra if Genma has no idea he‘s there.”

As though in response to Kotetsu’s complaint the scene slowly and shakily shifted to eye level, several feet from the foot of the bed.

“Good thing Kakashi’s used to remaining, uh, stoic in the presence of … I guess it‘s not porn if it‘s live action, is it?“ Izumo asked as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Not wanting to look away from the T.V. screen, he threw the shirt on the floor and unbuttoned his pants to relieve just a little bit of the steadily growing pressure. He settled back down on his stomach, weight settling on his forearms as he leaned forward.

Kotetsu squirmed a little closer to Izumo, absently running a hand down his back, just under the waistband of his pants, then back up again. “Come on, Raidou. Why are you still wearing pants?“ he heckled as he resolutely ignored Izumo’s reactions to his touch. He continued his cinematic critique.

“You know, Kakashi isn’t half bad at this.” Kotetsu felt himself growing even harder at the glimpses he caught of Genma’s most private parts. “Even though Raidou’s standing right behind Genma, you can still see a decent amount of his balls and cock.”

Izumo shivered and arched his back slightly, forcing Kotetsu’s hand to move just a little lower on its way down. Kotetsu brushed lightly against the spot on Izumo’s backside where hard, rounded muscle began.

“You like that, Izumo?” breathed Kotetsu, still watching the T.V. screen as Raidou used one hand to finish unzipping, then removing his pants. “You like to hear me say cock?”

“Yeah?” he prodded softly when Izumo’s only response was to grind into the mattress underneath him, then arch back up against Kotetsu’s hand, not unlike on-screen Genma. Izumo licked his bottom lip as he felt Kotetsu’s tongue absently tracing a path up his shoulder.

All thoughts of messengers, Uchiha, Sharingan, food, hell-even Konoha, were gone. All that was left were these feelings, this taste, these smells, and these sounds.

Izumo closed his eyes, momentarily blocking out the image of a naked Raidou letting up the pressure on Genma’s back as he lowered himself onto the bed. He opened his eyes when he felt Kotetsu lick the lower edge of his ear, then heard his whispered command: “Watch.” Izumo continued to gently push against the mattress, desperate for friction, as he watched on-screen Raidou lean over to kiss Genma, who had turned over onto his back.

The kiss began softly, but quickly deepened. Apparently Kakashi wasn’t terribly interested in kisses. He centered the shot around the Jounin’s tangled legs and rubbing erections, actually changing camera angles to provide a somewhat aerial shot. The kiss turned into a tangle of tongues probing each other outside of their mouths until Raidou broke away to switch positions. His low quality voice could be heard saying, “No, keep the blindfold on. Just this once. Just for tonight. No seeing. Just feel.”

Izumo reached down and clumsily worked his way out of his pants, then reached over to help release Kotetsu from his, being careful to follow the command to “Watch.” As he settled back down on his stomach, he froze and held his breath as he watched Raidou, on all fours above a still blindfolded Genma, tease his lover’s waiting mouth with just the tip of his extremely hard length. The camera-view shifted slowly and shakily for a few seconds to the right and back to eye level until the scene of Genma hungrily taking Raidou into his mouth seconds before Raidou did the same to Genma was framed perfectly on the T.V. screen.

“Ohhhhh, yeah. FUCK yeah….” Kotetsu exclaimed as he sat up on the bed, never taking his eyes from the screen as he worked his way out of his boxers, then pulled Izumo’s briefs off and tossed them onto the floor.

Izumo closed his eyes again and leaned his forehead down to touch the bed, spreading his legs slightly.

Kotetsu watched the on-screen Jounins as he slowly worked his way in-between Izumo’s legs, leaning down until his flattened erection pressed softly into Izumo’s crack, but using outstretched arms to remain raised above Izumo’s back.

“You don’t want to watch Genma and Raidou suck each other’s cocks?” He asked. “You’d rather just listen?” He leaned down closer. “You hear Genma’s moans, ‘Zumo? Yeah? ‘Cause I hear it... and it makes me want to fuck.”

Kotetsu maneuvered his body to quickly lick a stripe up Izumo’s arching back, pressing his erection into Izumo’s crack, and causing Izumo to press down into the mattress.

“You gotta see this, ‘Zumo. You gotta see Raidou taking Genma’s balls into his mouth, sucking so, so carefully, then sliding his tongue up the underside of Genma’s cock. Yeah, they’re getting hard and ready to ffffuck”

This time Kotetsu leaned down right behind Izumo’s right ear, drawing the word out breathlessly. He bit down on Izumo’s earlobe before using his tongue to trace a wet line down Izumo’s neck, shoulder, spine, and top of his crack. He stopped just before Izumo’s entrance, and lifted his head with the intention of working his lover up with more words.

“No, no, no, no…. Don’t stop. Why are you stopping?” Izumo writhed under Kotetsu, burying his face in his arms and raising his ass up pleadingly.

Kotetsu chuckled as he saw the on-screen Genma trying to pull Raidou back down to finish the oral job he had started. His laugh died as he caught a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye.

As on-screen Genma continued to plead for Raidou and Izumo continued to plead for Kotetsu, Kotetsu used all of his shinobi training to slowly swivel his head to face the bedroom door.

Filling the actual bedroom door frame were none other than Raidou and Genma, the latter of whom slowly raised a finger to the side of his senbon and gestured for Kotetsu to remain silent.