Izumo's Problem

III.

“Mmmmmmmmmm.” Izumo gradually awoke from a dream where he was being licked by a purring black panther in his den to the reality of his neck being licked by his panther-nin in his double bed in his own apartment. That soft rumbling purr seemed to vibrate through Izumo’s back. Happiness filled him as everything from yesterday night raced back into his mind. Arching his back and letting out his own purring murmur, Izumo rubbed his ass into Kurohyou’s crotch, pushing out his chest, tilting back and rotating his head for a kiss.

He got a brief closed-mouth one, which didn’t offend him at all since Izumo knew neither of them had bothered to brush their teeth before bed last night. His ass confirmed that his bed partner’s cock was as hard as his own, interested in a little morning sex before either even headed to the bathroom. How long could Kurohyou stay? Izumo had to be on duty after lunch, which seemed shockingly soon—it was already 8:30! “Mmmmm, Kurohyou, that feels so good. I have to be at work at 12 today when all I want to do is spend the day with you. I haven’t gotten to lick over your body, yet.”

“MMMMMmmmmmmm . . .”

The louder rumble from Kurohyou combined with his falling back on the bed, made Izumo roll over with a grin and say, “I think my beautiful black panther likes the idea of being licked all over.”

“MMMMMMMmmmmmm . . .”

“I wonder where he’ll like being licked the best,” said Izumo, rising up on his hands and knees, “I think I’ll have to just like everywhere to make sure I find out that answer. Hmmm, where to start?” Thinking about it, Izumo decided he’d better start from the back—otherwise he might just get too distracted. He wanted to end up at his lover’s cock, but he also wanted to get a chance to lick over his magnificent tattoo, his ass, the backs of his knees, and yes, his ass crack and asshole. “Could you roll over for me, my Kurohyou, please?” asked Izumo, not sure if it would happen—it was sometimes difficult for a ninja who had spent a lot of time on missions to show another his back, even if that one was someone trusted.

But to Izumo’s delight with just a little narrowing of his eyes as if he was wondering what Izumo had in mind, Kurohyou rolled over.

Oh, god, that tattoo, dear god, was there anything ever as sexy as this body here in his bed? Izumo moaned and let his head fall down so he could groom that tattooed panther with his tongue. In a daze, Izumo lost track of time as his tongue wandered everywhere over his new lover’s body. But just as he at last began to lick at the little starburst of Kurohyou’s anus, he felt his hands jerked back. He lifted his mouth with a cry and turning his head found his lover behind him also—and already binding his wrists behind his back. He’d cloned himself without Izumo even sensing it, and he couldn’t tell which was the real one and which was the clone. But at the moment he didn’t even care. “Is—was—oh, god, I don’t understand. I, ah, I—“ Izumo stopped, his head falling forward, his hair covering his face. How do you tell someone who seems to not like it that you want to tongue fuck them, to eat their ass? How sick was he to have grossed out someone in ANBU?

A wave of self-loathing swept over Izumo. This was why he hid under his hair, behind a desk, in his friendship with Kotetsu. Because he was dirty, full of ugly, dirty desires. He not only liked men, not women, but evidently he liked abnormal sex—being fucked in a men’s room, being tied up, being hurt a little, and servicing his lover—blowing him, rimming him, worshiping his feet, his ass, his balls. He’d even had darker, more dangerous fantasies—fantasies he’d never imaged would actually be good to experience. But he’d found that really experiencing a little pain was even more pleasurable than fantasizing about it. He always thought those fantasies would stay fantasies—and when this ANBU nin had started to make them a reality, well, to say he liked it was massively understating it. Oh, god, would he not want to ever come back?

“Iriomote,” said the nin behind him, making Izumo stiffen, physically bracing himself for an emotional blow. He hunched his shoulders, shut his eyes, terribly conscious of his hands behind his back, helpless.

“Can’t bottom,” finished his captor quietly, his hands gently running over Izumo’s shoulders and upper arms, trying to relax them.

Izumo exhaled in relief and let his weight fall forward, dropping his head back to Kurohyou’s ass. “Oh, thank god,” he whispered to that gorgeous ass, knowing his lover could hear him. “I don’t want that—I’ve never topped, I, I couldn’t, I, oh, god, it would be, no, I just want to lick you, worship you, please you.”

“MMMMMmmmmmmmmm,” purred the bodies around him, and an ass pressed up into his face while hands reach around his body, softly pinching his still tender nipples. He jerked up his head, yelping, struggling against the bindings, and rocking his body. But even as he did it, he felt more aroused than ever. The light pain felt so good, and to struggle, to be forced to take what he was too ashamed to ask for (and what he hadn’t even really accepted that he wanted until today)—yes, yes, this was what he wanted.

When one hand released a nipple and pushed his head down, rubbing it into that ass crack, Izumo’s body shuddered. He thrust his tongue in as deep as he could, moving it around, moaning in his throat, loving the feeling of knowing his partner wanted this—wanted it so much he was pushing down Izumo’s head and holding it there, trapping him, holding him bound and at his mercy. Yes, this was his partner, his boyfriend, his lover, and he was safe, free to let go and let himself enjoy every dark pleasure. He squirmed and twisted his body, just enough so Kurohyou’s hold on his one nipple tightened but didn’t break. When he wiggled a bit more, the hand on his head moved to the other nipple, and Izumo’s whole body responded even as he kept his tongue moving as well.

How long they continued like this, Izumo didn’t know, too lost in the pleasure of his position. But with a sudden poof, the body beneath him vanished, and he found himself flipped over on his back, his bound hands beneath him, making his body arch up. Looking up into those hot, black eyes, Izumo felt so embarrassed—the way his hands behind his back forced up his belly just seemed to draw more attention to his cock’s dripping and fully engorged state and the fact that his nipples were more swollen and stiff than Izumo had thought possible. He shut his eyes, only to open them almost immediately when he felt something odd around one of his enlarged tits. His lover was knotting a thin red string around the base of one nipple, pulling the thread so tightly around it that it felt like he was still pinching it. Izumo moaned and tried to control his body’s quivering. The other nipple got the same little knotted string, and then his lover began to wrap more string around the base of his cock and the top of his ballsac.

Izumo bit his lip to keep from crying out. He was breathing heavily, and each breath moved his chest and nipples, making him aware of the strings squeezing them tight. His cock was moving on its own, and his balls were tightening, wanting to unload, even as his lover was securing that thin line that would prevent him from coming. His ass was contracting, eager for Kurohyou’s cock, which Izumo could see was as aroused as his own. But the panther-nin, finished with his last knot, moved out from between Izumo’s legs and stood up at the side of the bed. Izumo whimpered. His lover stared down at him, his eyes slowly moving up and down Izumo’s body—and then he moved to the bedroom door.

“Please! Please fuck me now!” cried out Izumo, sitting up and preparing to scramble after Kurohyou.

He was back at the side of the bed so fast, Izumo froze up. Then those elegant, strong arms pushed his chest back down, flipped his body over, tugging up his ass. With his face pressed against the bed, and his ass raised up, his knees supporting it, Izumo felt like he could have come from just being put in this position if that string wasn’t confining him. His hands were bound behind him, so he couldn’t tear off the strings tormenting his nipples. He had the feeling that this might just turn into a long session of slow sexual torment, just like last night when he had begged and cried before his lover had allowed him his first orgasm. Well, maybe that was his panther’s weakness? Izumo wiggled his ass, begging again, “Please, Kurohyou, please, fuck my ass, take me, use me.”

Smack!

“Ahhhhh!” burst from Izumo lips as he felt the sting of his lover’s palm spanking his ass. The brief moment of pain was followed by warm burn. “Oh, god, oh god, oh god, please, please, please,” begged Izumo, feeling only more excited.

Smack! Smack!

Izumo writhed, pushing his face his the bed to stop himself from screaming for more. Yes, more, he wanted more. Unconsciously he pushed up his ass.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“AHHHHHH! Oh god, Kurohyou, please, please!”

And with a snarl, his lover pushed his cock into his ass, thrusting deep without any preparation, and Izumo screamed at how good it felt. He felt his lover pull back—and out! “No! Dammit!” he cried, raising his head, “More, give—“

Kotetsu.

Kotetsu here.

Now.

Ibiki. Too.

Staring.

No.

No.

Darkness. Yes, yes, this is a nightmare.

No, it’s a blanket.

Kurohyou just covered me with a blanket.

Kotetsu and Ibiki are in my bedroom.

Fuck! Why can’t I just pass out! But even as he thought that, Izumo’s body was now moving—undoing his bound hands and quickly tugging off the strings in under a second because although he wasn’t ANBU, he was a chuunin, for god’s sake. Taking a deep breath, Izumo rose up on his knees and adjusted the blanket around him so that his head was revealed and nothing else. He blinked at the sight of his lover with his mask, sleeveless shirt, and pants on. Damn, he was fucking fast! And this blanket—it was the one he had in the living room on the sofa. Yeah, his black panther was good, oh god, was he good!

Ibiki cleared his throat, and Izumo felt himself getting even redder. Unable to look Ibiki in the face, he looked at his best friend—and almost giggled. Kotetsu’s mouth was open wide—frozen that way—and his face was the very definition of surprise.

“Ah, Tetsu, this is my new boyfriend, Kurohyou. Kurohyou, this is my best friend, Hagane Kotetsu.”

“I really hope you two can get along since you are the two most important men in my life,” added Izumo after a little awkward silence in which all Kotetsu did was cross his eyes for a second and shut his mouth.

“Kitchen,” said Kurohyou, gesturing at the bedroom door.

As Izumo watched, Ibiki moved over to Kotetsu who was blocking the door and then the two of them disappeared through it.

The kiss—sudden, deep, possessive—made it all seem unimportant to Izumo. He clung to his lover after he lifted his head way too soon, then lowering his mask, hiding that face and mouth.

“Dress,” he said following them out the door and shutting it behind him.

Izumo took a while dressing—he went into the bathroom, and, horrified at the blackness of the hickeys he could see while brushing his teeth, he put on his neck covering, his hitai-ate, a long-sleeved shirt, and sweatpants. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the bedroom. Ibiki was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Kotetsu and Kurohyou were at the stove, and Kotetsu was making the poached eggs Izumo liked so much. The panther mask had been removed, Izumo saw delightedly. He ran over and hurled himself into his lover’s arms.

“Izumo,” said Ibiki, and instead of kissing his lover, Izumo settled for one embrace and then turned to greet the torture expert.

“ANBU operatives are not boyfriends. They do not stand around without their masks, eating meals and learning the favorite foods of their lovers. Panther-san, or Kurohyou”--there was an ominous pause before Ibiki continued—“kun, has been temporarily suspended.”

Izumo swayed, horrified. He felt his lover’s arms support him and tears spill out of his eyes.

“The incident you reported to me last night, Izumo, was also behavior unacceptable in one of my ninjas. I am, however, pleased at your solution to the problem. I take it you will not be accepting my offer of a position?”

“Position?”

“Hissssssssss.”

Oh, yeah, cat-bowl-signalling ANBU uke-whore. No. “Ah, no, no, Ibiki-san, I, no, ah, no.”

“Well, then, thank you for the coffee. I’ll expect you at my office in two hours,” said Ibiki with a look at Kurohyou. Then with one last nod, he was gone.

“Oh, god,” wailed Izumo.

“Izumo!” snapped Kotetsu in his loud drill-sergeant, very serious voice. Out of habit, Izumo straightened up, silent, listening. “You only have two hours, so eat these damn eggs I made you before they get cold and then freak out. Come down after you say good-bye, and we’ll walk to work together, ok?”

“Thanks, Tetsu,” said Izumo, relaxing and trying to smile as Kotetsu slammed a dish down in front of him on the table.

“God damn, Izumo, I can’t believe what a kinky motherfucker you are!”

“Yeah, Mr. I-wanna-hump-the-Fifth’s-titties, you got a problem with my sexuality?” said Izumo defensively, glaring.

“Chu-chu-chuufffffffffff,” came out of Kurohyou’s mouth, making Izumo’s and Kotetsu’s heads swivel to stare at him. As they watched, his lower lip quivered a bit.

“Does he ever smile?” asked Kotetsu.

“Oh, god, yes, Tetsu,” said Izumo, “and it’s to die for.”

“Huh,” said Kotetsu, “I think you might be a bit biased, Zumo.”

And as he watched, Kurohyou stepped over to Izumo, making his friend’s legs wobble. Izumo leaned back against the table and gripped the edges hard. The panther-nin put one finger on his friend’s lips. Izumo moaned and sucked it into his mouth. Turning his head to look at Kotetsu, Kurohyou smiled.

“Holy fucking god,” said Kotetsu softly, the hair on the back of his neck rising and his cock stiffening simultaneously. That head turned, looking back down at Izumo, black hair spilling down and obscuring that face. “I’ll, ah, just be going, eh. Ah, well, bye,” said Kotetsu, disappearing by jutsu, not bothering to use the door.

And to Kotetsu’s horror, as he lay on his bed, his cock wouldn’t go flaccid. And in his mind all he could see was that smile on the face of a man fucking his best friend, good old Zumo, bound and screaming for more. He tried to image himself fucking Tsunade’s boobs, fucking that sweet redhead from last night, fucking any woman at all. But somehow, he found himself stroking his cock, imagining he was fucking into the fist of his best friend’s boyfriend.

He came harder than he’d come in years.

Oh, god, he had a problem.