Goodbyes Paid Forward

Of course Izumo knew that fucking Iruka would be more fun than masturbating all over Kotetsu's door. Even so, it took all of his will power to resist the temptation to jack himself, mimicking Kotetsu's frantic pace of just minutes before.

Focus... He knew it was critical that he regain focus.

Trying to ignore his need, he leaned his forehead against the door Kotetsu had just exited from and cursed his own stupidity. If their roles had been reversed, Izumo knew he'd be just as upset, if not more. He knew his next move couldn't just be about sexual satisfaction, which ruled out the Self-Love on Kotetsu's Door plan.

He turned around and leaned heavily back, deliberately looking away from Kotetsu's favorite chair. Come to think of it, that chair was now Izumo's favorite, too. He closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten, calming himself, wanting his and Iruka's goodbye to be enjoyable for all three of them.

He waited until his erection had desensitized down to "ridiculously ready to go" before crossing the room and opening the bedroom door.

Iruka's flushed face, bed-tousled hair, and naked body would have been enough to make Izumo's erection stand at attention. The added bonus of Iruka-hand flying up, over, and back down well-lubricated Iruka-cock threatened to tease Izumo to release even without any further physical touch.

"Sorry... Oh god, I'm sorry." Iruka jumped and quickly pulled a blanket over, covering his legs and waist. "Could this get any more embarrassing?"

Izumo crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed and brushed some sweat-damp hair from Iruka's forehead. "Sorry for what? For touching yourself when you heard Kotetsu making love to me?"

Iruka's smile carried into his voice. "Is that what you call it?"

"Yeah, Iruka. That's what I call it." Izumo teasingly lifted up the blanket and peeked under it, returning Iruka's smile as he let the blanket fall back down. "Don't stop on my account. Catch up a little. I guarantee you I'm not going to last long."

Iruka started to reach under the blanket, then hesitated. "Is Kotetsu mad or isn't he? I don't get you guys at all."

Izumo glanced quickly out the window. No one was there.

"Mmm... He's not mad. He's upset, and not for the reasons you probably think." He re-checked the empty window before scooting himself onto the bed, sitting on top of the blanket.

"It's been an amazing two weeks, but we both knew this day was coming." He traced one finger over the tented blanket. "I understand if this seems weird and you don't want..."

"Oh, I want." Iruka interrupted, looking pointedly down. "And I know I can't keep hiding here. This has been great, but I need to go home. I just can't wrap my mind around how you guys can share each other like you do, and have no exclusivity."

Izumo checked the window again, and was disappointed again. Sighing, he raised his thumb and forefinger to his mouth to wet them before gently rubbing Iruka's right nipple, coaxing a low moan from the other man. This was torture... Izumo was ready to go. Where in the nine hells was Kotetsu? Good thing Iruka was feeling chatty.

"Oh, we have exclusivity. We've been each other's first everything... Every kind of touch, taste, and sexual experience. Kotetsu is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Should I go my whole life having only one sexual partner?"

A dark expression passed quickly over Iruka's face. "Sounds good to me."

After one more disappointing glance at the window, Izumo slid under the blanket and lay on his right side next to Iruka, propping his head up with his right hand and looking down at his friend. After smoothing more hair from Iruka's face and lightly tracing his scar with his left fingertips, he tried to explain. "Jealousy measures insecurity. How jealous a person gets shows how threatened they feel. Nothing more. As long as Kotetsu and I are open and honest about it, we usually don't have any problem sharing each other sexually, but neither one of us has ever felt secure enough to have let another man be the first kiss, hand job, blow job, sixty-nine, rimming, sixty-nine with rimming..."

Iruka rolled onto his left side, smiling as he faced Izumo. "Okay, okay. I get it." He curled his left arm under his head and used his right hand to gently line up their erections, not stroking them, just softly holding them together under the blanket.

Izumo exhaled heavily, then leaned down to kiss the tip of Iruka's nose before checking the window again. And being disappointed again. Looking back down at Iruka he forced as much concentration as possible to focus above their waists.

"My point is, Kotetsu and I both feel insecure about the 'first time' edge making first time experiences into something that could never be matched, so that's something we jealously guard and save exclusively for each other."

He curled his right arm onto the pillow and rested his head inches away from Iruka, trailing three kisses down to the tip of his nose. "The other thing we both fear is that the other one may become emotionally closer to another person, although that's extremely unlikely. But first times and emotional closeness are the two areas Kotetsu and I both feel insecure, and the two areas we both feel jealousy. Fucking feels good, but it's just fucking, even with friends. If it starts crossing the line and forming too close of an emotional bond... " Izumo paused to trace Iruka's jawline with the pad of his left thumb. "In those cases, it's time for goodbyes to be said."

Iruka turned his head enough to coax Izumo's thumb to his lips. He pressed down a soft kiss before laying his head back on his arm and beginning to lightly, slowly, stroke their touching erections with his almost-circled right middle finger and thumb. His low moan mixed with Izumo's before he replied, "So, you're saying everyone in the world should just randomly sleep with anyone and everyone they're attracted to?"

Izumo checked the window one more time, beginning to feel a little anxious. He frowned slightly even as he pushed the blanket down far enough to expose the sight of Iruka's slow stroking, subconsciously pressing his hips slightly forward. He'd really miss the cock-on-cock facet of their friendship. Izumo loved philosophical discussions of sexual mores served with a side of frot.

"No, of course I don't think everyone should sleep with everyone. Everyone has different insecurities, and those insecurities should be respected by the precious people in your life. I should have shown Kotetsu more respect when he was sharing how alone he felt on the anniversary of Hayate's death. I'm so sorry for that."

Still no Kotetsu at the window. Maybe he was henged into something else... Maybe he was hiding, ninja-style. Maybe Izumo could lure him out of hiding with some extra incentive. He wasn't going to be able to hold out, and wait, much longer. Kotetsu had no one to blame for that but himself.

"You know, Iruka, if you want to try something different real quick before you go back to... before you go back, we could invite some other people over. I'm sure Genma and Raidou would be up for it."

Iruka wrapped the rest of his fingers lightly around their joined erections and smiled at Izumo's answering groan. "I've had group sex, Izumo. I've had group sex, anonymous sex... I lived on my own for a long time, too young. I also got involved with Mizuki and his unorthodox appetites too young."

When he saw Izumo's drop of pre-come he slowed down and went back to the lightly circled thumb and middle finger. "I don't need to be initiated. I've tried those things, and moved past them. Ah... That didn't come out right. I don't mean I moved past it, like it's kid stuff or anything. The opposite, really. I did all of that stuff while you were building up love and trust with Kotetsu, and setting the foundation where you two could feel completely secure sharing each other. I don't have that. I'll never have that. At least with Kakashi what you see is what you get. I'll never make the naive mistakes I made with Mizuki again."

Izumo used his left thumb to spread the increasing amount of pre-come from himself to Iruka, knowing he couldn't keep chatting much longer. Where was Kotetsu? One more quick check confirmed he was not at the window. He forced his attention back to Iruka. Their conversation rate increased as the rate of Iruka's hand subconsciously sped up.

"You were very young and at a rough time in your life when you met Mizuki, and you are very loyal and trusting. Don't fault yourself for those things."

"I can't change the past, but I need to be monogamous at this point in my life. I don't want to apologize for that any more than you want to apologize for your lifestyle."

"I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, or change you when I suggested inviting other people. I mostly... I... My main thought was..."

"You were thinking of Kotetsu." Iruka looked pointedly over his shoulder at the window.

Izumo froze.

"He's not there." Iruka paused his stroking, leaning forward to kiss the tip of Izumo's nose. "You should find him, and invite him in, if this seriously doesn't make him mad. It is his apartment." A look of concern crossed his face. "Unless it would be more exciting for you guys to have him looking through the window...."

"How did you know I was looking for him?"

Iruka laughed. "I'm not an idiot, and I'm not blind." He abruptly stopped laughing. "But maybe that's part of it, too... Thinking I don't know? I'm sorry if I messed that up."

Izumo smiled and pressed his lips forward, reaching again to rub Iruka's right nipple between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. "Next to Kotetsu, you're the best friend I've ever had."

"Mmm... You too, next to..." Iruka's smile faded as he found himself unable to finish his sentence.

Izumo gave him a kiss that started tender, but quickly deepened as Iruka began stroking them in earnest.

When Izumo pulled back a little to check the window again Iruka pulled back as well.

"Seriously, Izumo. He should be in here. With you. Go look for him." Iruka rolled over to fish around the floor for his clothes. "I should probably go."

Izumo spooned against the back of Iruka's body, wrapping his left arm playfully tight against Iruka's, gently pinning it to his body. "Don't go. This isn't settling right. I know... Well, not so much know, but feel how this needs to play out. Can you just hold on for a minute? And I'll take these" He snatched Iruka's just-retrieved pants out of his hand and kissed his shoulder blade before lying back and pulling the pants on, straining not to brush against his erection or think about what usually rested just under the zipper of these pants.

"Don't move. I'll be right back."

He half ran out of the apartment, down the short hall, and into the stairwell. He almost tripped over Kotetsu, sitting three stairs down, head resting heavily in his hands.

Izumo almost forget his long-neglected arousal. His chest constricted painfully at the sight of his uncharacteristically dejected lover.

He slowly arranged himself on the step behind Kotetsu so that he could reach forward and pull him back, cradling his body.

"Kotetsu... Come back inside."

"You said 'no.'" Kotetsu's tone was sulky, but his body language betrayed deeper emotions. He leaned back into the perfect fit of Izumo's body, hiding his face in Izumo's left thigh before pulling back to ask, "Are these Vanilla Boy's pants?"

Izumo gently guided Kotetsu's head back to rest against his thigh as he evaded the pants question. "I wasn't saying 'no'. I always say 'yes' to you. You know that. I was speaking for Iruka, but I shouldn't have done that. It was his idea for you to come inside."

He stroked the side of Kotetsu's face and continued quickly before Kotetsu could protest. "It feels like... I don't know exactly, but like you need to be there for me, and I want to be with you. This really is goodbye to Iruka. Physically, at least."

Kotetsu kept his face averted as he mumbled, "Don't let me stand in your way."

Izumo playfully pushed down on the back of Kotetsu's hair, making the other man sit up and swat the hair-messing hand away. As soon as Kotetsu turned enough to make eye contact Izumo answered, "You're never in my way. I just need you with me while I take care of this." He pushed against Kotetsu's back for emphasis.

Kotetsu turned to face forward again, gripping Izumo's calves as he pressed back against Izumo's hardness. "Oh... fffuuuck yeah. That still hard from when I left?" When Izumo didn't answer he turned to look at his face. "Ah, fu-- I mean, darn it. I'm sorry, baby. We need to go take care of that."

He stood up, offering Izumo a hand. "Ready?"

"Oh, I'm ready." Izumo quickly stood up with the help of the offered hand. "But did you just say 'darn it'?"

Kotetsu held the stairwell door open. "Yeah. No more fuckspeak for you. Oh... Sorry. No more after that. I'm waaay too tired to go at it again, and anyways... This is about you and Iruka."

Izumo rushed past Kotetsu down the hall, actually grateful that Kotetsu planned to keep quiet for awhile. It wasn't going to take much at this point, and he didn't want to finish before they'd even started.

He pushed open the door and kicked off Iruka's pants on his way to the bedroom. He paused when Iruka appeared in the bedroom doorway, dressed except for his missing pants and misplaced socks. Izumo quickly took in the tension of the room, from Iruka's half-dressed, guilty look of pre-flight to Kotetsu's fully dressed sulkiness. As much as he cared for both of these men, he was done chatting and soothing feelings.

He considered going to Kotetsu's favorite chair, then rejected the idea as being in bad taste considering what he and Kotetsu had just done.

Then fell in love with the tastelessness of the idea, considering what he and Kotetsu had just done.

He felt his cock swaying as he crossed to the chair. Seating himself near the edge, he leaned comfortably back and parted his legs invitingly. He watched Iruka subconsciously wet his bottom lip with his tongue, pulling it into his mouth while he stared directly at what Izumo was offering, one last time.

Izumo shifted his attention to Kotetsu as he pulled the apartment door shut then approached the chair, fascinated by the same sight as Iruka. Izumo stirred at the sound of Kotetsu's voice as he knelt beside the chair.

"You like that, Iruka?"

Izumo felt torn between disappointment-verging-on-pain and relief when Kotetsu hesitated, then decided against touching him. As much as he ached for Kotetsu to stroke his fully erect cock and lick his tight, high balls he knew he wouldn't be able to last a full minute. He arched his back slightly, watching the war between indecision and desire play across Iruka's features.

Kotetsu smiled at their hesitating friend. "You don't have to decide from all the way over there, Iruka. Just come a little closer. You don't have to touch, or do, anything. It's just making us both feel uncomfortable to have you all the way across the room, staring like that."

Iruka blushed a deeper red. "Sorry... I wasn't thinking about that." He walked closer, not taking his eyes of off Izumo.

Izumo felt the gaze of two men on him. One man had fucked him within the hour The other man would soon be riding him, in the very same chair.

His right, middle finger found its way to his mouth then down past his pulsing erection, palm brushing his own balls as the finger slipped inside of his own puckered entrance. Oh, god... He heard the fffuuuck slip from Kotetsu's mouth, making him self-pleasure faster as he watched Iruka move closer, magnetically drawn by his freely jutting cock.

So close... He was so close. "Talk to me, Kotetsu."

"Can't. If you come in that chair, finger fucking yourself, it wouldn't be fair to our friend Iruka."

Izumo glared at his mischievously grinning lover. His left hand had made the decision to tightly grip his erection and start stroking before Kotetsu had even finished saying, "finger fucking." Having them both watch him masturbate would be enough. He could... Not... Wait any longer.

He felt Kotetsu's hand firmly grasp his left arm, stilling it. "No... Please." The low, husky tone of his voice almost pushed Izumo over the edge. "Fuck Iruka and let me watch."

Iruka had closed the distance between them, and seemed to react to Kotetsu's voice and words almost as strongly as Izumo. He stripped his shirt back off, then hesitated, seeming to wait for Kotetsu's instructions.

Izumo moved both of his hands back to his side, anticipating Iruka. Seeing his new lover waiting for the direction of his long time lover made him shiver with desire.

Kotetsu moved as close to Izumo as he could get without actually touching him. "You know where you need to be, Iruka. Don't be shy. Nah, not like that. Face out. Let me see that cock while you ride my Izumo. Maybe I could help you out a little... If you want."

Iruka back-straddled Izumo's legs, facing out just as Kotetsu had instructed. He hesitated before lowering himself. "I'm not... It's not..." He broke off, embarrassed.

Kotetsu smacked a palm against his forehead. "Lube! Of course."

The other men barely had time to blink during the seconds it took Kotetsu to sprint to his room, grab the necessary container, and return.

Kotetsu swatted Izumo's hand away and squirted some onto his own left palm, using the first three fingers of his right hand to rub and warm it up a bit. He stepped closer, speaking directly in Iruka's ear. "Let me help you out here, friend. I'll make sure to get you ready, so Izumo can slide right in. I'm afraid if I touch him even once, he's going to be done." He started teasing the outside of Iruka's entrance with his middle finger. "So we'll just concentrate on you. Sound good?"

Iruka's legs shook a little as he continued to stand, straddling Izumo, pushing backwards in a silent plea for Kotetsu's finger. His unspoken request was quickly filled as Kotetsu expertly pushed, teased, and worked his middle finger inside.

The chain reaction of Iruka's moan, sensual arch of his lower back, and Kotetsu's whispered fffuuuck yeah had Izumo reluctantly pressing his eyes closed before he found it impossible to hold back.

"Please... No more waiting. Please." He moved his hands up to Iruka's thighs and began pulling him down."

"Ah, baby... Is this how you've been fucking him? Putting it right in?" Kotetsu placed his left hand on Izumo's arm, coaxing him to stop guiding Iruka down. "Hang in there just one more minute. Make him wait a little, 'Zumo. That cock's worth the wait."

Iruka's legs began shaking a bit more from the effort of hovering just above what his body craved, while being pushed into by two of Kotetsu's skilled fingers. As soon as his fevered mind processed the word wait he replied, "Maybe looking in through the window isn't a bad place for you."

Kotetsu laughed softly and crooked his fingers until Iruka cried out, leaning over to grip the arms of the chair for support. "Still feels good, getting teased. That hard cock of yours tells me how much you love it. Here... Lean forward a little more, sensei." Kotetsu slowly withdrew his fingers and guided Iruka's hips down just a little. He used his left hand to still Iruka's body and his right to slowly rub, circle, and tease Iruka with Izumo's erection.

Izumo gripped the arms of the chair, hands just behind Iruka's until his knuckles turned white. "Oh... God... Please. I can't... I'm too close." He closed his eyes, almost crying with frustration.

Kotetsu's voice soothed him, and his hand guided the desperately needed entry. "Shhh... Okay. Okay, baby... Here's what you need."

Izumo didn't have to do anything. Kotetsu barely had time to pull his hand away before Iruka, only slightly less desperate than Izumo at this point, lowered himself a little... A little more... Adjusted... A little bit more... Waited, then pushed all the way down.

Izumo threw his head back against the chair and gripped Iruka's hips, calling out his name and pressing upwards, frantic for release.

Kotetsu moved in front of them, to kneel on the floor in between both men's legs. He lightly rested his hands on Izumo's thighs, almost touching Iruka's legs. He leaned forward, tongue flattened and jutting forward, so Iruka's cock could brush against it without disturbing his rhythm as he began slowly riding Izumo.

Iruka gripped the chair and pushed his feet against the floor for leverage as he lifted and lowered himself, feeling Izumo's length entering and filling him while Kotetsu teased him with his tongue. He sped up in response to the cuing of Izumo's pleading moans and encouraging hands.

Izumo hovered right on the brink, but Kotetsu's silence stifled his release as tangibly as a physical restraint. He was way past pride or dignity. He pleaded, "Talk to me, Kotetsu. God... Please."

Iruka huskily added, "Talk to him, Kotetsu. Touch him..."

Kotetsu looked up at Iruka, seeing his sincerity. He also saw the attraction of their fellow chuunin's loosely falling hair and lust glazed eyes. Izumo definitely had good taste. He gave one last lick up Iruka's shaft, then stood up.

Kneeling down beside Izumo, he kissed his lover's jawline just below the ear and tenderly covered his left hand with his own. When Izumo twined their fingers together, Kotetsu began softly murmuring the handful of words Izumo needed to hear.

"Such a pretty sight... Iruka riding that hard cock, using his muscles to... Oh, fuck yeah... Make it tight. That good, Izumo? The tight heat of that ass what you need?"

Izumo gripped the arms of the chair, hips bucking upwards as was brought right to the edge.

"Ahh... He's right there, Iruka. Right fucking there... Hard and fast now. That's what he needs. Oh, hell yes. Just like that... Tighten those ass muscles on the way back up. You feel that, Zumo? You like this fuck?"

Izumo cried out and fiercely gripped Iruka's thighs, pulling their bodies flush as his long delayed release finally began to spiral through his body. He jerked upwards, gripping Iruka harder with each pleasure filled pulse, filling his friend one last time. As the last waves of pleasure shuddered though him he called out for Kotetsu, not letting go of Iruka as he feverishly returned his lover's heated kiss.

When he finally felt completely sated, exhaustion consumed every inch of his body and mind. He slumped back in the chair, holding on to Kotetsu with his left hand and rubbing the small of Iruka's back with his right. Each kiss Kotetsu pressed to his sweat soaked skin told him I forgive you, I love you, things are as they should be.

Izumo felt Iruka's stirring signs of impatience, but before he could begin to figure out how he was going to return the favor he felt Kotetsu disengaging himself. Simultaneous with missing the heated feel of Kotetsu's touch, Izumo wondered what his lover was up to. Surely he didn't intend to finish Iruka off? Not after a two week mission and the night they just had...

Kotetsu stood up and stretched. "Well, looks like it's time to hit the sack. For sleep, that is. I'm too tired to fuck anymore, Izumo's done, and you've got places to be." He affectionately ruffled Iruka's hair, then grabbed his hands and started pulling and coaxing him up and off.

Iruka stared at him, trying to figure out if he were kidding. He slowly and carefully untangled himself from what had now become an awkward position, and looked down at Izumo for guidance. Unfortunately, Izumo was sprawled back in the chair, half asleep.

He reached down to absently stroke himself, hoping Kotetsu would stop playing whatever this new game was and get back to licking him, or bossing them around about how to screw, or something useful.

After several seconds of silence Iruka asked, "Are you trying to punish me?"

Kotetsu stared at Iruka, clearly insulted. He shook his head and moved in front of Izumo, using both hands to pull the exhausted man out of the chair. "Nobody gets me. Punish you for what? Hell, sensei- I'm trying to help you." He shook his head in disgust one more time before pulling Izumo towards the bedroom.

Izumo's backwards glance of embarrassed apology convinced Iruka that Kotetsu was serious. This was it. They were done.

Izumo hesitated in the bedroom doorway as Kotetsu pulled off his clothes and fell into bed. He watched Iruka stand naked in the middle of the living room, dumbfounded.

Feeling his guilt overpower his fatigue he looked at Kotetsu to see if the man were, in fact, trying to be cruel. Kotetsu just looked half asleep, which was extremely unusual when there was a hard, ready-to-go cock in the vicinity.

After a moment Izumo saw Iruka resign himself to gathering his clothes. He shoved his boxers into his pocket and very carefully pulled on his pants, cursing Kotetsu out loud with each half inch pull on the zipper. After collecting and putting on his shirt he did a quick room scan for his missing clothing.

Izumo quickly disappeared from the doorway, hurrying to climb under the covers before Iruka came in looking for his socks. He would just have to trust that his lover was up to good and not evil, otherwise this would be a pretty dismal goodbye fuck. He closed his eyes and guiltily feigned sleep, waiting to see how this would play out.

He heard Iruka stride into the room and angrily began the sock search. Izumo was just about to cave in and offer to blow him, or at least provide some lube and a towel, when Kotetsu himself spoke up.

"Let me spell this out for you, Crabass the Sock Seeker. If you've been holed up, so to speak, in the Kotetsu lovenest taking it up the ass from Izumo for the past two weeks then Kakashi's got to be missing that hot cock. The way you usually act around that guy makes me think you both forgot that you have a dick. Reclaim your manhood, Iruka. Take it, attach it, and never let it go."

Iruka fished his socks out from under Kotetsu's discarded pants. "Thank you for that. That's really great advice, Kotetsu. Priceless. I'll try and remember that I have a dick, and I'll remind Kakashi of it by walking through the door and coming in my pants the second I hear his voice."

Kotetsu rolled over and spooned against Izumo. "Just take that thing home to your sick, selfish bastard of a boyfriend. You'll figure out what to do when you get there. Trust me."

Iruka sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on. Sighing, he stood up only to be jerked back down by Kotetsu tugging sharply on his arm.

"What the fuck now, Kotetsu?"

"Aren't you forgetting something, sensei?" Kotetsu pulled Iruka down until the confused chuunin finally figured out what was expected of him.

Iruka pressed a chaste kiss on Izumo's lips before straightening back up and scowling down at Kotetsu. "Sorry. I'm not one hundred percent sure of the etiquette here."

Kotetsu curled tighter around Izumo's body. He closed his eyes and said, not unkindly, "This is the part where you say 'goodbye.'"

Izumo smiled up at Iruka. "Goodbye, and don't worry. Kotetsu has great instincts with all things cock. Seriously... Just trust him."

Iruka took a quick second to glare at Kotetsu's almost-asleep self, then returned Izumo's smile as best he could under the circumstances. "Right. Trust him. Anyways, goodbye to you. Thanks for the two weeks, and for helping me look at things from different angles."

He couldn't resist adding, "Goodbye to you too, Kotetsu. Thanks for cock-blocking me and reminding me that I have a dick." Ignoring the mumbled you're welcome, he walked from the bedroom and quietly let himself out the front door.

Izumo closed his eyes and nestled back into the curve of Kotetsu's body. "What are you up to?"

"Who, me?" Kotetsu yawned loudly. Just before slipping into sleep he mumbled, "Not up to anything. Fate's finally rolled around to make that bastard Kakashi look underneath the underneath, that's all"

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I don't know how clear I made this, but the story Waking Sasuke takes place at roughly the same time as these first two chapters. Sooo... Kotetsu has come home to Iruka and Izumo (mayhem ensues), Sai has snuck into Sasuke's (Waking Sasuke ensues), and Kakashi's at home sleeping. Until ch3.