Between Friends

Between Friends by Hestia

Chapter Note: This is a lemon, with language, violence, anal sex, and a little, mild bit of Dominance/submission as well as some BDSM fantasies.

Chapter 4: The Hidden Story

Kotetsu was on point as they made their final approach to the friendly village and the safe haven of the local hotel. He was doing a very good job leading the team, exactly the sort of performance that had been expected of him when he was assigned to Team Asuma. The problem was that now Shikamaru and Asuma knew he could do much better than very good. Kotetsu had been given notice from them that his years of leading a double life were now officially over. They didn’t fully understand Kotetsu and his secrets, but they were both convinced he was pathologically addicted to risk and first rate in acting, deception, and innovating under pressure.

Last night Shikamaru had drugged Izumo’s tea, and the three other members of Team Asuma had had a little talk. Shikamaru and Asuma were not happy with Kotetsu’s unexpected skills and the new developments in his love life, and Kotetsu had been informed that he would be likely facing an extended talk with Morino Ibiki, the famous scarred leader of the Torture and Interrogation Squad of ANBU. This little backtrack to a safe village was not only for Asuma to hand over a report on the problems with his team, and of course a report on the progress of their mission, but also for Kotetsu and Izumo to get their “emotional and sexual shit together,” as Asuma had bluntly put it.

The fact that Kotetsu was using a dangerous mission to get Izumo to commit to his first homosexual love affair pissed off both Shikamaru and Asuma. Shikamaru had dryly observed that Konoha was lucky that Kotetsu had felt life-and-death danger was needed to jolt his friend into his bed or else they would never have learned of Kotetsu’s underutilized skills. Though why Izumo, who seemed so eager to love Kotetsu, had needed a dangerous mission to see it, was something that Asuma and Shikamaru hadn’t quite figured out, and Kotetsu was trying to make sure they didn’t. There were some secrets you just didn’t want everyone to know, particularly why your best friend was so convinced you were heterosexual when you were completely uninterested in having sex with women.

Izumo’s new interest in Kotetsu was exactly what he had hoped would happen if the two friends would take on some A- and S-rank missions. What Kotetsu hadn’t taken into account was the fact that if this mission wasn’t carried out perfectly, all of Konoha would be at risk. Basically he had somehow managed to avoid confronting the truth that a top-level mission was fundamentally incompatible with a love affair until he found himself in the middle of both at the same time. Jeopardizing Konoha was never anything Kotetsu had wanted to do, and the fact that the new lovers’ weaknesses were not only putting their beloved home, family, and friends at risk, but were also jeopardizing the chances of them having years together made it that much more essential to conquer that weakness. With the prospect of years of loving ahead, it should be easy to just wait a few more weeks for what Kotetsu had been wanting since he’d turned sixteen.

But it was the very fact that Kotetsu had been waiting for so long for Izumo to look at him as a lover, to blush for him, to make those soft breathy noises for him, to desire him, that was making it insanely hard to let reason and logic control his behavior. Getting all those blushes, those looks, those little touches, those soft, sexy sounds that told of an equal desire—hell, all that along with the rush and danger of a top rank mission was embarrassingly more than he could handle. His constant erections were the least of Shikamaru and Asuma’s worries. It was the lost of focus and their worry about Kotetsu’s priorities that were more of a concern.

“It’s clear that things now are not functioning smoothly. You are going to have one night to work this out. If the two of you aren’t functioning at where we need you to be to accomplish our mission, neither one of you is going to happy for a good long while,” Asuma had said with his voice and face equally grim.

Kotetsu knew that so far today he had completely failed to impress Asuma and Shikamaru. This morning it had become clear that the very hotel the two Shogi-players had picked as the spot for the lovers to work out their problems was the very hotel at which a lot of their problems had started. It had been one of his risker stunts, and it had ended with that painful broken rib and marathon masturbation session of which he was ashamed. He’d been thinking with his cock when he decided pretending to sleep with one of the female hotel staff in their room would be a great way to get rid of the stubborn erection that spending the night away from Konoha with Izumo usually caused. If he’d just tried masturbating like a normal guy, Izumo would freak out, things would get upsetting, and he’d never get off. But whenever he’d use his cloning and replication jutsus as a ridiculously risky way to satiate his sexual needs, Izumo would never say a thing. And then the stupid broken rib—any academy graduate, hell, even most academy students, would have been able to block Izumo’s fists. He just hadn’t wanted to.

`It was my fault, my weakness, ’ Kotetsu told himself. `I let it happen. If I can just keep in control, just keep being the one in charge, things are ok with Izumo and me. It’s when I give into my dark side, my pathetic side, my weak side, that things go so horribly wrong. Why was I born this way, so wrong, so horribly wrong? Men aren’t supposed to want to be weak, to want to be dominated, to be slapped, to be punched, to bleed.’

Then for the first time in a long time, Kotetsu let himself face his dark fantasies: `Oh fuck, I am a sicko, I want to be completely controlled, raped, degraded, used, and treated like a slave by Izumo. Why do I always want him to punish me or hurt me? I don’t like it when anyone else hurts me, but the pathetic and sad fact is, that when he hurts me, it’s what I want and it thrills me. I could stop him easily, and I don’t. I’m an idiot. I could have let him know years ago that I wasn’t into women. Why do I always hold back and make things more difficult? It’s like I want to have him hate me, like I want him to hurt me, like I want him to punish me for all the stupid shit I’ve put the two of us through for no good reason. Damn it, that’s the bloody, fucking reason. It’s not good enough for me to just let us be lovers, no it has to be more risky. It has to have that edge of fear, violence, and shame to it. He’s usually too gentle for me, but when I make him mad, he’s perfect. My god, when he finds out all my lies, he is really going to go ape-shit. He’ll really punish me. He might even finally end up putting me in the hospital.’

Thinking about being punished by Izumo, however, made Kotetsu start feeling horny again instead of anxious or guilty. He bitterly admitted to himself, `I’m a slave in my heart. I don’t need a shackle, a chain, or a rope. If Izumo would only claim me, he could do anything, anything to me.’ Then Kotetsu let himself think about Izumo tying him to a bed or shackling him to a wall. He felt his whole body quiver at the thought, and he almost stumbled.

It was the stumble that snapped Kotetsu back into the real and now. He was too proud to fall on his ass because he had some sexual problems. He would control them. There was no need for Izumo to ever know all of Kotetsu’s secrets. Kotetsu pushed all that out of his mind and focused on recognizance, on the standard procedure for a point man.

It wasn’t until they were standing in the lobby that Kotetsu let himself relax and think about Izumo again. He was praying that the woman, whatever her name was, whose body he had crudely replicated for his little sex show for Izumo on that first trip here, was no longer around. It was clear Izumo was in a foul mood, no doubt remembering stupid little details of that silly prank that Kotetsu had long forgotten. Ok, so maybe it was a stretch to call having a clone fuck you as you replicated a strange woman, a “prank,” but for Kotetsu it had been just another way of masturbating in front of his friend. `Ok, so masturbating in front of a friend probably shouldn’t be considered a prank or remotely normal either,’ Kotetsu gloomily admitted to himself, adding to his feelings of self-loathing.

`Oh fuck, it’s her,’ was all the he had time to register, then there was a sharp pain, and he could only experience each event in the hotel lobby as it happened. `Izumo is pulling my hair, Izumo is kissing me, Izumo is French-kissing me, Izumo is mouth-fucking me. Oh, god, oh god, this is heaven, I’m dying, I can’t do anything, he’s taking me, he’s claiming me.’

Another painful jerk of his hair thrilled Kotetsu even more. Then Izumo was threatening him. “If you have one bruise, one hickey, one scratch, that you didn’t have yesterday, I’m going to do exactly what I did to you the last time we were here again, only worse.” Kotetsu’s mind flashed on how it had felt to just let himself be punished by Izumo’s fists, how it had felt to feel himself helplessly pinned against the door, aching, hurting, being taught a lesson by his lover. When Izumo pushed him away towards Shikamaru, he wanted so badly to just fall at Izumo’s feet. But the sight of Asuma’s unhappy frown at this suddenly aggressive Izumo, triggered Kotetsu’s protective instinct, his need to be strong for both of them.

He had to make it seem like just another game he Izumo played as part of their love life. “I love you too, Izumo,” he said in what he hoped was a light, teasing tone, “but if you are going to break some ribs of mine tonight, you better make sure there’s a medical nin who can heal them, or Tsunade-sama is going to break two for each one you do.”

When Izumo’s whole body snapped around, instantly going from anger to shock, Kotetsu couldn’t help but grin. It had been idiotic and risky to mention the broken rib, but somehow it had popped out of his mouth and, damn, to see that expression of shock on Izumo’s face made it worth it. There was nothing in the world better than pulling Izumo’s strings, unless it was the promise that eventually Izumo would get him back for it. Kotetsu turned and tugged Shikamaru up the stairs, eager to get closer to the moment when he could finally take Izumo’s virginity.

Dinner was torture, and Kotetsu loved ever second of the tension and unspoken emotions that swirled around the little booth in the hotel restaurant. Shikamaru had made sure that Kotetsu wasn’t sitting next to Izumo, which was probably a good thing since Kotetsu wasn’t sure he could have kept his hands to himself. As clueless as Izumo seemed to be about this whole sudden hotel stop, he obviously knew what was going to happen tonight.

It seemed like a week, not a few hours, had passed until Kotetsu was finally shutting the door of their room behind them. Izumo was just standing in the middle of the room frozen and silent. Suddenly Kotetsu felt he had to see Izumo’s face, had to make sure Izumo was really ready for them to take the next step. He could wait longer for any loving if he had to. He reached out and touched Izumo’s shoulder and felt his friend’s body spasm and start to collapse with another one of those soft cries that made Kotetsu so excited, so horny.

Izumo was ready, and it was time. Kotetsu tried to quell a feeling of sudden panic, `Oh god, am I going to be gentle enough? Am I going to disgust him? Is he really going to be able to accept a man as his lover?’ He was determined to do this right, and he gently picked Izumo up like a groom would pick up a bride and carried him to the bed. Kotetsu felt a pain in his chest when he set Izumo down and heard him breathe out another sexy “ooohhh.” His best friend shyly shut his eyes like a young girl waiting for her first kiss. But there was no mistaking Izumo for a woman. He was a Konoha shinobi, powerful, deadly, male, with way too many clothes and weapons on, and—in Kotetsu’s eyes—absolutely beautiful. Kotetsu laid himself down next to Izumo on the side by the eye that was never hidden although that orb now lay shut, its long black lashes casting small little shadows on the soft, vulnerable flesh just below the eye.

Kotetsu wasn’t going to kiss Izumo if his eyes were closed. Eyes closed would make it too easy for them to play the sort of “I-don’t-remember” games they had been playing for years. And silence, silence would be too easy too. Kotetsu only had this one night for sure. He could be sent home to Ibiki’s torture room tomorrow or killed in a confrontation with Akatsuki. This night he had to tell some of the truth, the most important truths. Kotetsu moved his hand to that soft dark hair of Izumo’s that so teasingly hid his right eye. He gently pushed Izumo’s hair back away from his face thinking that revealing Izumo’s eye like this was more of a turn-on that stripping his friend of his clothes. He had seen and memorized the look of every inch of Izumo’s body, but never, never had he had Izumo look into his own eyes with both of his own, close up, inches away.

“I don’t want your hair over your eye, Izumo,” he whispered to the man he loved. Izumo’s ear was suddenly so sexy to him, and his mouth moved towards it. He would lick that ear and bite the lobe soon. Hell, he’d spray his cum in that ear some day. But for now he wouldn’t even touch it; he just let his hot breath blow across that open shell of skin at his lips, whispering, “Do you want to know why?”

Izumo lay there still with his eyes closed, still quiet. But Kotetsu could see his breathing was getting more labored and his friend was giving into his desire. He would have mercy on Izumo’s virgin body: he would pamper it, worship it. But he would emotionally strip Izumo down. Izumo was going to have admit his desire, admit every shameful though running in that head of his. Kotetsu could see Izumo’s penis poking up now. It was easy to see his chest rising and falling. Oh his lover was going to be oh so, so responsive. Izumo’s mouth opened, and he licked his lips, forcing Kotetsu to sharply bite his own lower lip so it stung. Thankfully, the little moment of pain was enough to keep him from just ending this moment with the kiss that was inevitably coming. “Aahh, yes, I, I want to know why,” finally gasped out Izumo.

With those words, Kotetsu let himself act. In seconds, he had himself on top of Izumo, pressing his cock down on Izumo’s, feeling their bodies against each other, aroused, ready for love, just as he had dreamed about for the last eight years. Izumo’s whole body spasmed as if Kotetsu was already inside him, pleasuring him. Izumo was now moaning and begging him with the way he was throwing back his head, pushing up and rubbing against him.

Kotetsu knew he needed to tell Izumo that he was interested in him for whom he was, as the man he loved, not just a body to fill his bed and not as some substitute fill-in for a female. But he couldn’t stop himself from tugging down with his teeth that tight black sheath Izumo wore around his throat and lower chin. Seeing Izumo’s bare chin and throat was always a turn-on. He set himself to licking Izumo’s now bare throat and making his little virgin moan for him. When Izumo’s eager pushing up against Kotetsu started to weaken his desire to talk, he pulled his head up.

It was time. If he didn’t say it now, Izumo would win, would seduce him, and then tomorrow he would worry and fret over whether Kotetsu could love a man, or thought less of him, or some other stupid thing. His silly little love, his adorable Zu-Zu.

Kotetsu positioned himself so he could look into Izumo’s eyes and finally told his friend his true feelings: “I want to look into both of your eyes, to watch both of your eyes watching me, I want to see your eyes loving me as I make love to you.” Saying the truth like this was the most intense thrill of his life. He was risking twenty years of friendship for the chance of winning his mate. He had to say it all. “I want that because I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything in my whole life.”

The few fractions of a second between finally admitting his love and when Izumo’s two exposed eyes flew open was one of the best and worst periods of Kotetsu’s life. The look in those eyes when they opened left him humbled, near tears, trembling. He couldn’t do anything but stare into the love he saw in those eyes and feel. He was a lying bastard and unworthy of such love.

It was Izumo who finally pulled his head down to bring their faces together, to touch their lips, to mate their tongues, to love. Kotetsu was lost. There was nothing for him but Izumo, melting beneath him, holding him, cherishing him. For the first time in his life, Kotetsu kissed, unbuttoned, undressed, licked, stroked, and made love without a single word, without a single curse or a single dirty feeling. This was love, and there was no room for shame or guilt or pain. There was nothing but the taste and touch and the feel of Izumo. The rightness, the closeness, the beauty of it all banished all the guilt, all the doubt, all the dark thoughts from his mind. Kotetsu knew it would never again be so sweet, so pure, so innocent, so right. The past didn’t matter, and the secret masochist let himself just be, just exist.

And when he finally began to push inside his love, they keep their eyes locked on each other. They was no hiding, no lies, no faking. It was, as most first times were, not the sort of sex that you would brag about. But this wasn’t about sex: it was about love. Kotetsu has barely begun to stroke into his lover, to thrust in his full length, when Izumo shattered around him, coming, so complete vulnerable, so completely beautiful.

Kotetsu forced himself not to come, not to release, so he could stay in control and watch and memorize this first orgasm he had brought Izumo to. He gently slid himself out of his friend, not willing to risk giving his love any pain at this special moment. It had to be perfect for Izumo.

When Izumo finally opened his eyes, he just moaned and reached for Kotetsu’s mouth with one hand and reached out to grasp Kotetsu’s cock with his other. Kotetsu caught his wrist and pulled back from his lover, suddenly terrified that if Izumo realized there was probably a little shit smeared in with the lube on his still rock-hard cock, he might freak out.

“Just wait Zumo, let me clean that off for you,” he said reaching for a piece of clothing he didn’t need to wear tomorrow, a sock, a shirt, anything. But his groping fingers weren’t finding anything, and his worries were getting worse by the nanosecond.

It was a surprise and a pleasure when Izumo took advantage of his flailing about to flip him onto his back. “Stop,” ordered Izumo and then promptly ruined the forceful effect, by moaning and collapsing down onto Kotetsu’s shoulder.

Kotetsu laughed and lay back with Izumo curled half against him, half on him, his head laying on his chest. “Tired, lover?” he asked, gently stroking Izumo’s head.

“Yes,” replied Izumo, “You’ve exhausted me, but I don’t want you to be so shy.”

“Shy? I’m being shy?” Kotetsu was genuinely confused.

“Yes,” insisted Izumo, pulling himself up from Kotetsu’s chest to look him directly in the face. It was Izumo’s turn for honesty, for saying the things that had never been said before. “I don’t care if your cock has lube and shit on it. I don’t want you clean. I love every dirty thing about you. I want for once to hear you come when I’m looking at you clearly, not spying on you pretending to sleep. I want to be the one making you grunt and—“

Kotetsu shut his lover up with a kiss that was now less about love and more about sex. He pushed Izumo back down into a position where he could enter him again, determined now to fuck him like he’d always wanted to, the way he’d fucked his own clones of Izumo countless times.

Izuma feebly pulled his mouth away and ineffectively pushed at Kotetsu, “But, but, I want . . .”

“Shut up, Zu-zu, and let me fuck you,” said Kotetsu first crushing Izumo’s mouth beneath his, then biting his lover’s tongue. He pulled his mouth away, dragging his teeth along the length of Izumo’s tongue. “You’re too tired to pleasure me now, just lay back and let me have you. I promise you, I’ll let you do whatever you want for as long as you want when this mission is over.” `Oh god, let this work, just one last trick,’ he thought as he teasingly brushed his dirty cock back and forth across Izumo’s groin.

“Promise on the honor of the Hagane clan,” Izumo said with a petulant pout that made Kotetsu feel that heady rush that manipulating his friend gave him. He never tired of it, and the triumphant feelings, even that little bit of guilt, just made him more eager to penetrate his new lover in lust not love.

With a mock sign and in a voice half-mocking and yet half-serious, Kotetsu said loudly as if he was speaking to a whole room of listeners, “I, Hagane Kotetsu, promise of the honor on my clan, the Hagane, and all that I hold sacred that I will let my love, my lover, Kamizuki Izumo, have my body to have and to hold and to do whatever he wants with it, in whatever way he wants, for as long as he wants, from the moment we enter our home in Konoha after the end of this mission until he chooses to release me from this vow.”

And when Izumo grasped out, “Ok, god, yes, yes, you can fuck me now,” with a throaty groan, Kotetsu told himself, `I’m the fucking genius not Shika; his pride will force him to be the aggressive one.’ But when Izumo’s hands reached down and began to stroke him, shit smears, lube, and all, it was time to stop thinking on the future and focus on fucking.

“Yes, master,” replied Kotetsu ironically, pushing Izumo’s legs apart so he could kneel between them. He batted away the teasing hands on his penis, and let his hands smear the wet splotches of Izumo’s cum into the hair near Izumo’s belly button. He raised one now sticky hand to his lips and sucked on the tips of his fingers. Izumo’s body shook with pleasure, writhing beneath him, clearly turned on by sight of his seed being tasted by someone for the first time. Izumo’s erotic response made Kotetsu forget any plans he had about making sure Izumo was ready for him. He abruptly positioned himself and was pushing his cock into Izumo not caring if there was enough lube left on him or if Izumo was ready for him. As he roughly forced himself into Izumo’s tightness, Izumo cried out with pain, whimpering, his face wincing.

“Did you want to say something, Izumo?” asked Kotetsu, pulling back and then thrusting deeply into Izumo again, sparing him nothing, driving as deep as he could, forcing more little cries of pain.

But this time Kotetsu pulled back slowly, and the moans from his lover’s mouth were now clearly protesting his cock’s retreat. He held himself with just the very tip, that oh so sensitive head, inside his love, “Isn’t this what you want? I thought I heard you tell me to fuck you.” Izumo moaned and gripped his cock with his anus trying to pull Kotetsu forward into him. Kotetsu still denied him, ordering in husky voice, ”Tell me what you want, say it. You’re not saying anything. You must want me to stop. Is that what you want?”

When Izumo, finally moaned out, “No,” Kotetsu slammed into him again, driving as deep as he could, wanting to make Izumo scream and feeling a thrill when Izumo let out a loud involuntary cry. And then Kotetsu let himself go, slamming into Izumo in a fast, hard pace that would quickly get him off. He wasn’t going to last, and the knowledge that he was going to cum before he had barely started added anger and force to his thrusts. When Izumo threw back his head and let out a true scream, Kotetsu climaxed. He let himself fill his lover and collapsed upon him, heavy and sated. In a few seconds, he was deeply asleep.