Messengers Keeping Busy

Raidou reached for Genma’s bedside lotion. He warmed a generous amount between his palms, spread some up to cover his fingers, then knelt beside the bed and reached between Genma and Izumo. He rubbed the lotion from his hands over both of their erections, stroking first one, then the other, then both together.

He slid his hands from between them and stroked the excess lotion from his left hand onto his own length while using his right, middle finger to lubricate Genma’s entrance.

As soon as his finger could easily slide in and out of Genma, he pushed and nudged the moaning, tangled pair until he could reach under and do the same for Izumo. He sat back and admired his handiwork.

“Hmmmmm…. They’re both so ready to go. Now… What should go where?” He wrinkled his forehead in concentration, then turned to looked at still-glaring Kotetsu.

The two men kept heated eye contact as Raidou reached behind himself and slowly pushed one, two, then three fingers in, flexed and stretched, then languidly pulled back out.

Almost reluctantly, Raidou broke the gaze and turned towards the men on the bed.

“Maybe this ‘Genma or Izumo being on top’ business is too difficult for me to figure out. Maybe,” he climbed onto the bed, nudged Genma with his shoulder and gestured for him to move to the other side of the bed, “Just maybe I’ll have to come up with a creative solution to this problem.”

Raidou straddled dying-of-acute-arousal Izumo.

As soon as Kotetsu figured out just what Raidou was planning to do with his freshly lubricated backside he let out a stream of curse words to beat his own record, and his wrists turned purple from the effort of trying to work free.

Raidou laughed and climbed back off the bed, looking at Kotetsu with new respect.

“Relax. I’m just messing with you. I’m too conventional and old-fashioned for that kind of thing. I only screw Genma.”

Genma nodded smugly and moved closer to Izumo, tangling their legs together and tracing a line up and down his lotion-slicked erection with the tip of his middle finger.

Kotetsu looked at Raidou to see if he was serious. He was.

“Yeah, Raidou, if I had to describe you in five words or less, the words that would jump to mind would definitely be ‘conventional’ and ‘old-fashioned.’” Kotetsu settled back down and rolled his shoulders back in an effort to ease some of the ache. “You’re a real take-home-to-mom kind of guy.”

Raidou reclaimed his spot next to Kotetsu. “Why don’t you take me home to your mom? I’m sure I could bend the ‘no fucking anyone else’ rule for that special someone.”

Genma raised his head, making Izumo moan in protest as Genma’s tongue stopped making warm, wet trails on his neck. “Play nice. I‘ll keep Izumo busy while you work out your differences.”

Raidou watched as Genma stroked, kissed, and tasted Izumo. He decided to make an effort to do what Genma had asked and get this thing moving along.

He cleared his throat and addressed Kotetsu. “Seriously, I think it’s great that you want to be exclusive with Izumo. I can totally respect that.”

He reached out and started fisting Kotetsu hard enough to provide pleasure, but not hard enough to provide release. “With me and Genma, by being exclusive, we show each other the level of respect we have for each other and for our relationship.”

Kotetsu thrust up into Raidou’s hand, trying to magically produce more friction. “Exclusive, huh?”

Raidou caught Genma’s eye and mouthed the words, “You top,” then answered Kotetsu.

“Yeah, being exclusive in a relationship is important. That’s why, even though you totally need to be taught a lesson here, I’m going to respect your wishes and have Genma pound your boyfriend, not the other way around.”

“Thanks. That’s really beautiful, man. That’s really… I’m at a loss here.” Kotetsu tried to prolong his bonding time with Raidou in the hopes of getting jacked, but Raidou let up his pressure to an excruciatingly light, teasing touch.

Genma kissed Izumo once more. He reached down and easily slid one, carefully slid two, then slowly slid three fingers inside of him.

“Hmmm…. Your boy’s tight-but not too tight. Perfect,” Genma murmured appreciatively towards Kotetsu.

Genma, Kotetsu, and Raidou all felt their cocks grow harder and their balls tighten as Izumo spread his legs and arched up against the pushing, curving fingers.

Genma slowly removed them and starting getting into position.

Izumo’s distress showed clearly in his face as he pulled against the tie around his wrists. The distressed look deepened as Genma started to lift Izumo’s legs over his shoulders.

Raidou looked questioningly at Kotetsu, who explained, “He likes it from behind, and he likes to grab the sheets. I wasn’t really going to keep him tied up this long.”

“Shit! Why didn’t you tell me that!” Raidou jumped up and untied Izumo, glaring at Kotetsu for- yet again- not treating his boyfriend right.

That was it for Izumo. He flipped over, got on all fours, groped between his legs until he could firmly grab Genma’s cock, lined it up with his hole, then pushed backwards until he was completely filled. He did, in fact, grab the sheets as he started thrusting backwards.

Kotetsu strained forward, aching to touch Izumo, but Raidou eased his body in between them. “You had your chance.”

Raidou wrapped his hand tightly around Izumo’s pulsing cock and let Izumo push forward at the pace set by he and Genma’s fuck-rhythm.

Kotetsu was moaning with frustration, Genma was lustily slamming into Izumo, Izumo was getting closer by the second, but Raidou could tell something just wasn’t right. He could tell that Izumo was circling around his elusive release, but Raidou couldn’t figure out what the problem was. Once again he looked to Kotetsu for guidance.

Kotetsu breathed shallowly, hungrily taking in the sight on the bed. He noticed Raidou staring at him, and spared him a quick glance.

“What?”

Raidou motioned his head towards Izumo and frowned.

Kotetsu did what needed to be done.

“What’s wrong, ‘Zumo? Getting your ass filled by one of Konoha’s deadliest jounin isn’t enough? You need to hear my talk? Yeah? Okay, I‘ll talk to you while you‘re bent over, getting fucked.”

Izumo moaned louder, immediately responding to the sound of Kotetsu’s voice and the sight of his neglected, dripping cock.

“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you. I want to talk to you, to tell you how hot you look when you’re on your hands and knees, dragging the sheet off the bed because it feels so fffuuucking good.”

Izumo cried out and stretched so that his arms were almost straight, his forehead buried in the mattress. His back arched as he raised his ass impossibly high.

Genma bit his bottom lip and stared at the view of his cock disappearing into Izumo’s warm, tight ass. Again, and again, and again…. “Oh, fuck yeah…”

Kotetsu lowered his voice and continued talking to Izumo. “Close your eyes, baby. Can you picture Genma out on a mission? Can you picture him, with his senbon and his backwards forehead protector, his face all serious, his perfect body in his tight jounin clothes, kicking some guy’s ass with his trained-killer skills? Can you picture him in the missions office, looking all hot and serious with that tough-ass look on his face? You see it? ‘Cause that’s the guy, Zumo. That guy is pounding his huge, rock-hard dick into your ass, fucking you into the mattress…”

“Oh, hell yeah…” Raidou rewarded Kotetsu’s verbal skills by positioning one of his legs close enough for Kotetsu to rub up against. He made sure that Izumo could still thrust into his firmly gripped fist.

As Kotetsu started desperately rubbing against his leg, Raidou told him, “That should take the edge off, but no coming. You’re not coming until everyone else is finished.”

Genma leaned down to give Raidou a long, lust-filled kiss before returning to the task at hand with a vengeance: He gripped Izumo’s hips tight enough to cause angry red finger marks and began pounding him until Izumo eventually ended up flat on his stomach on the mattress, gripping the torn-loose sheets with both hands and grunting, moaning, yelling until Izumo felt the cum coursing through his long-tortured cock.

Raidou waited, then pulled his trapped hand free and wiped it on Kotetsu’s uniform jacket. He stared, transfixed, as Genma’s attention now shifted to his own need.

Kotetsu strained forward, the cord digging even deeper into his wrists. “Please, Raidou. Please, please, pleasepleaseplease let me fuck something. Anything! Izumo, you, Genma…Hell, do have any pets?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, dickhead!” Raidou yelled at him, trying to focus on Genma’s face as Genma slammed into Izumo one more time with a loud grunt, held tight for an impossibly long time, then slumped forward and sighed in release.

Raidou reached up and wiped the sweat from Genma’s forehead, then leaned forward so they could share another deep kiss.

Turning his head, Genma planted a soft kiss near Izumo’s shoulder blade and began slowly pulling out. Within seconds, Izumo had fallen asleep.

Raidou covered him with a blanket, then motioned for Genma to join him, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, no, no, no… No more. Please!” Kotetsu begged as his cock pulsed with need.

“What’s wrong, guy? I thought you liked to watch,” Raidou answered as he positioned himself behind Genma.

Kotetsu seriously thought he was going to die. He closed his eyes, unable to handle any more erotic imagery, but he couldn‘t do anything to keep out the sounds:

“Did you like fucking his tight, hot, ass? Oh, hell yeah. You fucked him hard” and fast and made sure I was watching you. Do you like it when I watch you put your dick up Izumo’s ass? Yeah, Genma?” and on, and on, and on until Kotetsu was ready to pass out.

Finally, FINALLY, they finished. Kotetsu opened his eyes and saw Genma curling up on the floor using a pile of bunched up laundry as a pillow.

Raidou took a blanket from the closet, then finally walked over to untie Kotetsu.

“Okay. Now you can jack yourself, bastard,” Raidou told him as he curled up next to Genma on the floor, pulling the blanket over them.

Kotetsu immediately tried to relieve the unbearable pressure, but his arms and wrists were too sore to work correctly. He cursed creatively, shook his arms for several second, and tried again.

“FUCK!! Fucking-ass mother-fucking fuck….”

Hmmm… His gaze slid over to snoozing Izumo. Maybe, if he was reeeeally quiet….

The kunai knife that flew through the air almost took care of his problem and gave him a new, much worse problem.

“Okay, okay, I get it…” he muttered at Raidou, who glared at him a moment longer before wiggling back down next to Genma.

He looked at sleeping Izumo and silently promised to never be negligent again.

Images from the last couple of hours flashed through his mind as, finally, enough feeling returned to his arms to take care of business. He quickly, desperately, fisted himself.

To his surprise, it was a flash of fantasy that pushed him over the edge. Kotetsu’s eyes squeezed shut as the vision of Izumo pounding into him from behind filled his mind. He gritted his teeth, swallowing the sound of his fierce release.

He picked one of Genma’s shirts up off the floor, wiped himself off, and threw the shirt back down. He dragged his barely conscious body into bed, put another one of Genma’s shirts on the wet spot, and spooned behind Izumo.

He gently re-arranged the blanket to cover both of them., then leaned around just enough to double-check that Izumo was really asleep. He triple-checked. One more time… then, making sure to keep his words completely silent, he mouthed I love you.

Completely spent, he lay back down and drifted into sleep.

None of them woke up half-an-hour later when Iruka appeared in the open window, his pocket concealing a note from Kakashi simply saying:

“Had to go. Sasuke trouble. Fill you in later. If it’s still there, please get video recorder from Genma’s window. K.”

Iruka picked up the still running recorder, shut it off, and peeked in the window.

“Aaahhhhh…” he said to himself, laughing quietly. “I always wondered what those guys did to keep busy.”

-END

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Grumpy- There is no WAY this plotless slice of sexed-up silly influenced your actual, with-a-plot, *story.* I appreciate the kind words, though. Thanks for talking me off the ledge yesterday. *tight squeezes* I will miss playing chapter tag with you! Maybe with our next stories. =D

Vesca- I’ll take Kakashi wherever I can get him- Top, bottom, backwards, forwards…. Tasty stuff. Thanks for reading, and for being my first-ever reviewer. I truly will love you forever!

yoai_is_my_antidrug- Just when I thought I couldn’t admire you anymore I take an in-depth look at your y!gallery artwork- Verrry nice…. That’s the stuff that inspires some *serious* wiggling in the computer chair. Genma and Sasuke? I may have gotten the fever.

Kateus- I’m sharing your love of Kotetsu and Izumo. The only problem I have with the Naruto manga is that these characters don’t appear naked every third panel or so. Seriously, it could so easily be worked in- Kotetsu about to go swimming, Izumo having to remove uncomfortable clothing after falling into a well… Let’s make this HAPPEN!! Thanks for taking the time to review- I hope you liked the finish =]

ZeldaFitz- If it doesn’t exist you have to make it yourself, right??? They just seem so yummy together. I’m sure this is the kind of thing that actually happens behind the scenes in Konoha all the time. Let’s go ahead and show the love. I really appreciate you taking the time to review. Thanks!!