ANBU, We Have a Problem

Part V: Shu’s Problem

Another fucking Saturday night! They were as bad as Sundays, no worse. Sundays were bad because that was the night he’d spent with Kotetsu. But Saturdays, Saturdays were the nights Kotetsu spent with other men.

But somehow it wasn’t as bad as last weekend—because Ibiki wasn’t here. The gods and goddesses must love him because just when he was breaking, Ibiki had suddenly vanished from his life—well, from the last four days of it. After being fucked by him at least once a day for over three months, it was bizarre and a bit unnerving. But Shu wasn’t going to question it or risk asking Ibiki about it. It wasn’t a mission—that he knew. Ibiki was in town. But he’d stopped coming around or sending for Shu.

It was exactly was he’d needed. A few days without Ibiki had restored his confidence in himself—he hadn’t even realized how gradually being uke to Ibiki’s cool sexual use had undermined him. He’s lost his swagger, his sense of humor, and his sense of self almost. Hell, he’d even cried three days ago! When the hell had he last cried before that? Shit! Why had he not approached his love life, no sex life, the way he had his job? Because on his job, if you were reduced to tears that were out of character, you knew you had to take a break from missions.

Ah, shit, of course! Ibiki was staying away for exactly that reason! He’d sensed Shu breaking and was backing off. Well, the standard down time for an ANBU nin about to lose it was two weeks, so he had probably ten more Ibiki-free days. Ten days in which he had to do something, so that when Ibiki came back, he’d find out that Shu wasn’t going to start up again with whatever the fuck you called what they had had between them. Hmmm—but would he ever come back? Because Ibiki put ANBU before sex, that was for sure, and he had to know how he was affecting Shu, thus affecting his job, affecting ANBU. But why, if he knew Shu was getting increasingly unstable and unfit for serious missions, had he kept up the sex?

And as soon as his mind asked that question, Shu had to laugh. Because the sex had been damn fucking good sex! Yeah, it was just sex not love, but it wasn’t just any sex! It was the sort of sex so on the edge, so intense, so extreme—well, it gave you that same adrenaline rush as a really intense mission, the kind with a lot of corpses. And most of it had happened in one of ANBU’s torture rooms, using ANBU toys. Although he now owned a number of those ANBU toys, things that really shouldn’t fall into anyone’s hands outside ANBU—like a set of chains and restraints capable of holding a jounin-level ninja. But, seriously could Ibiki really have compromised ANBU for sex?

No! So, ninja, was then must be the logical conclusion? Ah! If ANBU’s functionality comes before sexual indulgence, something other than Shu meant the sex was necessary—Ah! Ibiki himself had needed it! Well, hell, the man was a man. The guy had gone like a decade without sex, and no wonder he was fucking cracking. The whole reason ANBU was allowed to get away with the “cat bowl” program which bordered on unpaid prostitution was that ANBU operatives cracked without periodic sex. Hell, if Konoha paid for high-priced hookers for all of them, that would be a lot cheaper than having to train new ninjas—and, fuck, good ANBU nins really weren’t something money could get you.

God, everyone in ANBU knew Ibiki had been subject to sexual torture—he’d been damn lucky to survive with one ball and a scarred but functioning cock. Yeah, Ibiki showing them his lost ball was sort of an ANBU tradition, like how every few chuunin exams, he would show his scarred, mutilated head to the genins. So it made sense that he’d have sexual issues and that he’d need, when he was ready to have sex again, to go a little crazy and a lot wild with the sex. Huh! Shu should get paid overtime for these last few months!

And then the redhead’s cheeks flooded with embarrassment. No, he wasn’t a whore, nor, well, a sex therapist, and getting paid for sleeping with the boss was ridiculous even if it meant that it had kept the boss sane. And he’d enjoyed it physically, no, he wouldn’t deny that. But why hadn’t Ibiki just taken one of the “expendable” prisoners? Oh . . . the torture expert might have been doing a bit of sexual therapy on the clock without anyone being the wiser for a while now . . .

God! Shu shivered violently for moment and then shook his head. He wasn’t going to think about Ibiki any more tonight. No, he was going to do what he should have done before—he was going out and finding Kotetsu and fucking his ass! No, no, no—Kotetsu was special and an anal virgin—well, maybe he still was!

FUCK!!! No, he was going to go out and fuck something or fight and get it all out of his system. Yeah! That meant no ANBU uniform. Hell, no ninja uniform—he wouldn’t take a weapons pouch or even a shuriken holder. Just a few kunai—maybe in those black leather arm straps he had. Sexy and functional, good for either fucking or fighting. Yeah!

But by the time he had his pants on, his hair fixed, and the straps on his arms, he knew he couldn’t go out and fuck someone else. He loved Kotetsu, and he wouldn’t put him through that. He knew how it felt to love someone and know they were fucking around with other men. Hopefully, Kotetsu would never learn about this whole Ibiki thing. For some reason it seemed less like cheating because Shu hadn’t put his dick into another man’s ass—that he was saving for Kotetsu. If Kotetsu had saved his ass for Shu, well, that would be enough for Shu, or well it should be. And if he hadn’t, well, he might just have to kill someone.

Ah, shit! Thinking of killing someone had made Shu realize he couldn’t go out and fight just anyone, no more than he could go out and fuck just anyone. Fighting someone was out of the question because anyone not jounin wouldn’t be worth fighting or capable of fighting all out without killing—the sort of sparring that only the most controlled could do. And fighting a fellow ANBU wasn’t really something he wanted to do—because, well, he’d end up having to talk about the whole Ibiki thing. They were all dying to know about it, and only the fact that it was IBIKI had kept them in check. But if he was out looking for fights on a Saturday night, well, hell, of course that was an invitation to force the story of out him.

God, damn, even going out drinking would make him the target of every ANBU not on duty, on a mission, or fucking Chouji or Shikamaru or someone else. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Spending Saturday night home drinking alone was really pathetic. Hell, what else was new? He’d been pretty pathetic these last three months, no, really, super fucking pathetic. Hah!

Shu started drinking at that point with a vague plan to either drink himself into a stuper or a state where he didn’t care about sharing every single detail of his sex life with Ibiki.


He wasn’t in either state yet when he sensed Pan, Izumo, and Kotetsu arrive outside his door—followed by Pan and Izumo going, leaving Kotetsu outside. Shit! Maybe he was drunk because this was too perfect. He jerked open his door, half expecting his reading of Kotetsu’s chakra signature to be wrong.

Oh, god, so pretty, so, so pretty! Would he ever look at that face under those adorable spikes of hair, and not think that? And in that red-gold dress shirt and those black pants, not his work clothes, he looked even prettier. Despite being out of uniform, Kotetsu still had on his hitai-ate, that face bandage across his nose, and that little patch on his chin. God, all they did was draw attention to how pretty that face was! Kotetsu’s eyes opened, those sexy, slanting eyes that had stolen his heart. Shu could only stand there frozen, overwhelmed.

“God, Shu, I—really want to talk to you. Please, Shu, can I come in for a few minutes?”

Malfunction. Does not compute. My pretty, my pretty is here looking so pretty and wanting to talk to me.

Kotetsu lowered himself to his knees.

Brain damage. Severe hallucinations.

“Shu, I’m sorry for—“

His body reacted without his brain. Kotetsu apologizing was something private, special, sacred. Kotetsu on his knees was something sacred, sexy, secret. He had his pretty inside in record speed, the door shut. But it still . . .

DID.

NOT.

MAKE.

SENSE.

But if this was an alternative universe, he was all for it. His pretty was touching his shoulders. He was checking Shu out. Seriously checking him out.

Like fucking, I-am-mentally-fucking-you checking him out.

Kotetsu made a sound that should never be made outside a bedroom—a locked bedroom.

Instant boner.

Shu’s hands stopped functioning along with his brain, and he dropped Kotetsu whom he’d somehow forgotten to set down on the floor.

“You, you look really good, Shu.” And then those sexy eyes looked right at him.

He’s fucking killing me. And I’m going to die a happy man.

“Thank you, for letting me in, especially when the last time you saw me, I was such an ass. God, Shu, I’ve got my head straight now. I know that I’m bi, and, even more than that, I really prefer men. I think that’s why I couldn’t even date any women for more than a week. But it’s no good, Shu, if the man isn’t you. Will you go out with me? Please, Shu, give me a chance.”

He prefers men. Kotetsu prefers men. Prefers me. Wants me.

He’s kneeling. He’s talking.

“Shu, please, I’m begging you.”

He’s begging. He’s fucking kneeling and begging.

“I know I’m not pretty to you anymore, but I’m ready to learn how to be.”

He’s retarded. A fucking moran. An idiot.

“I want to be your good boy. I want to please you.”

He’s a fucking dream come true. YES! He’s perfect. Too perfect. FUCK YES! This can’t be real. OH, PRETTY, YOU FUCKING PLEASE ME!

“I want you to be the first man to fuck me—“

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“--just like you were the first man who kissed me like a lover, the first guy who touched my cock, the first shinobi who sucked me.”

Oh.

Yeah.

The first, but not fucking the last. The first, followed by just about even fucking man he’d thought was a friend! Shit, why did he have to fall for a slutty ho?

“Really? So then you can go out and have all my friends fuck you?” Shu snapped back.

“No, I stopped being stupid two weeks ago. I haven’t done a thing with anybody since then.”

“Did you fuck any of them?” The question was out of his month before he could stop it.

“No, Shu,” insisted Kotetsu, shaking that pretty head of his with those adorable spikes of hair. “I haven’t fucked anyone since the night before you. When I think about fucking, all I see is your ass vanishing in front of me. God, lately I dream about your ass, about you.”

“SHE isn’t in your dreams, anymore?” asked Shu, wanting to believe him, but not quite convinced. Fuck, the guy had been dreaming about the same redheaded woman for over ten years, there was no way, he’d ever rip her out of his dreamworld!

“Actually, that red-haired woman I have dreamed about for years seems to have had a sex change, or just, well, maybe she has been swallowed up by you because in my dreams when I chase her and catch her, under that red hair is you.”

Me. He dreams of me. Of chasing me. He wants me.

Kotetsu abruptly went down to his knees and then fell forward on his belly, kissing one of Shu’s feet.

Licking his foot.

Making that sex sound again.

My pretty.

Mine.

Kissing my pretty. Oh, yes, yes, this is how my pretty tastes. How he feels. Oh fuck yes!

The bed. Need to be on the bed with my pretty. Now.

“I love you!” cried out Kotetsu as they were falling down into Shu’s bed.

And once more Shu’s mind went blank. Words were inadequate. There on the bed beneath him, Kotetsu was laying with his legs spread, his ass raised up, his hard cock straining at his dress pants, his mouth pushing up for kiss, open for his tongue, and those sexy, sexy eyes looking at him from under long lashes as if his pretty was going to come any second.

That body and face and eyes all said, “I’m yours. Please fuck me.”

Yes, yes, he would. No time to take off those clothes—too slow. The kunai were out of the straps on his arms, and Shu was drawing on his chakra to make them slice off that red-gold shirt, the color of his own hair, as if Kotetsu had dressed to signify he was Shu’s. And of course those pants and any underwear had to be gone too. And his own clothes too—slice them away and let the tatters fall down. Kunai out of here—time for pretty.

“Shu!”

Ah, ah! Pretty’s arms and legs around me, his body, his cock, his ass beneath me. No one, no one can have this but me!

“My pretty! Only mine!” Or I’ll kill them. I’ll slice them up like I sliced those clothes. You touch another man, and I’ll kill them.

“Shu!” Ah, another kiss from his pretty. A willing kiss. A please-fuck-me-now kiss. Ah!

“Did you miss me, pretty?”

“Yes,” moaned out Kotetsu. “Fuck, yes.”

Oh, he’s so ready, so horny, so sweet!

“Did you miss my hand on your cock? Did you think of me when they touched you?” Ah, I’m a bastard! But he’s so fun to tease!

“Oh, god, Shu, yes and yes. I—“

Oh, god, there it is, that blush! Ah, pretty, pretty, teasing my sweet pretty—is there anything better? Oh, yeah, there is—making you come!

“I missed your voice more than your hand, Shu. I thought I never hear you call me pretty again.” Silly little pretty!

“There’s no one else as pretty as you to me, Tetsu, you’re the only one I call pretty with those fierce little spikes in your hair and those eyes over that cute little bandage. Ah, and your mouth, this mouth here—“

“I didn’t kiss any of them but Kakashi.” Oh, god, it was hard not to laugh at that guilt-stricken face, that gasp. Tetsu was so cute!

“Oh, fuck, Shu, Shu, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so sorry!”

“It’s ok, pretty.” Fuck, I’m a bastard. Like Ibiki wasn’t nailing my ass almost nonstop!

“Men like Kakashi,” Shu said, “like Ibiki, you can’t say no to. But they’ll never fall in love with you—“

Oh, shit, what the hell did I say that for?

“But I’m in love with you, Shu, and you’re the only guy I want to kiss all the time.”

Oh, Kotetsu, Kotetsu! How I love you! But I like you trying to win me too much to tell you yet—what I dick I am!

“Ah, pretty, so you want to kiss me now?”

“Fuck, Shu, I need more of you than a damn kiss! Can’t you feel our cocks rubbing together? We could rub ourselves off, or stroke each other, or sixty-nine, or maybe just it’s time for you to shove that ringed rod of yours up my ass!”

Shove my ringed rod up your virgin ass! Oh, pretty, you are too much! Ah, god, I shouldn’t be laughting at you, but fuck, you’re too funny!

“Ah, god, Tetsu—“ Oh, shit, I can’t stop laughing. I’m losing it!

“Stop it! Stop it! Damn it, don’t laugh at me!” Oh, those cute little scowls! My pretty little pissed off chuunin! Oh, god, your so funny! Oh, yes, punish me for laughing, go ahead and roll me on my back my fierce little one! My little angry porcupine, all quivering with hurt pride, straddling me!

“Damn it, Shu! I’ll shut you up!”

Hot. Wet. Tight. Throat. Deep in Tetsu’s throat. My dick is deep in my pretty’s throat. Shit! Oh, god, so damn good. Oh, pretty, oh, pretty, yeah, you’ve shut me up! Mother of god! He’s fucking good at this! Holy shit! How the hell is he getting all of my cock down that pretty little throat of his? Oh, fuck!

“Oh, fuck, pretty, oh god, oh god, pretty, so fucking good!”

Oh, hell, oh, shit! Oh, god damn it pretty, you are so fucking forgiven for learning how to do this! Oh, god, my Prince Albert, my cock piercing, oh fuck, pretty, fucking yes, fuck that little ring on my cock with your tongue. Yeah, fuck it good—oh, god, when you push it like that! Oh, fuck! All the way—your throat just took me all the way!

“Ah, fuck, pretty, you’re such a good, good boy sucking my cock like that. Yeah, feel my cock in your throat, pretty, that’s it. That’s the cock that’s going to fuck your virgin ass and make you come so hard, pretty. Ah! God! Yes! Oh, pretty, you are a good boy, my good boy, and I’m going to make you feel just as good, so good you’ll go wild, pretty.”

FUCK!!!! What the hell is pulsing and swirling—oh my god, that’s chakra! Oh fuck, this is Kakashi’s OTHER original jutsu—One Thousand Sperm! Holy shit! Fuck, pretty! Never would I have dreamed you’d learn this! Hell, if you learned Kakashi’s One Thousand Birds jutsu I’d be less surprised! Oh, my god!

“Kotetsu! Fuck! I’m coming! Tetsu! Oh, god, Tetsu, my pretty!” Oh, god, lift your head pretty, lift it now, cause I can’t force myself to—oh, god, oh god, I’m coming in your throat! Pretty! OHHHHHHH!

The best fucking orgasm of my life. Ever. Oh, sweetheart! Oh, love! My pretty! My love! Ah, I have to hold you, up here, up on my chest, pretty.

Shu lifted up Kotetsu from between his legs, holding him in his arms. And then the words he’d not been wanting to say yet, just had to be said: “Ah, pretty, pretty, my sweet pretty, I love you.”

“Shu! Shu—” But what Kotetsu was going to say back had to wait because Shu wasn’t able to wait anymore. He was kissing his love, tasting his own cum in his love’s mouth. Kissing, not being kissing, making someone melt, not melting, and this was loving, not fucking. So, so different from all that stuff with Ibiki. This, this was what he’d always fantasized about, wanted, desired. This was what he needed to feel whole, to feel like Shu, the real Shu. Ah, yes, he was himself again. And when he slid into his pretty’s virgin ass, he would be cured completely. He’d never again let himself be talked into sex he didn’t want. No, he was already cured of that. But ah, he needed his pretty, needed him now, needed this, needed to prove he could make love, not just fuck like some damn monster.

His pretty needed a reward for that magnificent One Thousand Sperm jutsu. He couldn’t do that—but maybe he could learn to—but it didn’t matter because his pretty loved him, and no one else. And his pretty wanted him to fuck him, and no one else. His pretty blushed and melted at his words, not anyone else’s.

“Ah, pretty, I’m going to suck this pretty cock of yours till you come, and then I’m going to slick up my fingers and slip them in your ass and stretch you good and wide for my cock. You’re going to straddle me and spread your sweet asscheeks. Ah, pretty, and then you’ll press that sweet little virgin fuckhole of yours down on my big, pierced cock.”

Oh, yes, his pretty wanted that, wanted it bad because his back was arching, and he was thrusting up his cock, his balls, his little virgin asshole into Shu’s face!

“You’re going to do it yourself; you’re going to want to take my cock inside you; you’re going to want my mantool piercing you, that ring pressing into your prostate, moving in and out of you, loving you, so deep inside you. So my pretty one, my love, my sweet pretty Kotetsu, don’t come unless you are ready for it, ready for me to love you, ready to be my beloved, my pretty little bitch. Ah pretty, do you want that? Do you want me to suck this cock of yours?”

“Shu! Do it! Suck me, then fuck me!”

Oh, hell, pretty—how can I suck you if you say such a thing? Dear god! And Shu lunged up, fucking Kotetsu’s mouth with his tongue, so he wouldn’t just push into his virgin lover like a savage. Shu jerked his head up, drawing on his ANBU training to calm himself, to find control. Yes, he could do this, he could make love to Tetsu, not rape him--

“Yours Shu, all yours, only yours, your pretty bitch, yours to play with and fuck, to pleasure and punish—“

The darkness rose up in him, preditor, killer, that he was. MINE! Mine to take and fuck and mark!

And Shu was biting down on Kotetsu’s neck, drawing blood, wanting blood, needing blood—but not from Kotetsu’s ass—no—he was still holding on to sanity.

But the taste of blood in his mouth—his lover’s scream—oh, god, his lover’s cum, his lover coming from his teeth sinking into his neck till he bleed—Shu dragged a finger through that cum and thrust it hard into Kotetsu’s ass, then he had to thrust in two together. His fingers weren’t gentle, weren’t kind, weren’t loving—they shoved and thrust and pushed hard and fast. Now for his cock, Shu must wet that, must slick it—he needed that lube—

The drawer of his nightstand went flying across the room and broke violently. No, no, he had to stop, had to, or he’d break his love just like that drawer. And that would mean his pretty wouldn’t love him anymore. No!

The chains! Those fucking ANBU chains! Yes! Shu had them out from under the bed and was tossing them down to Kotetu, crying out, “Chain me to the bed, pretty, before you impale yourself on my cock because otherwise I’ll fuck you like a beast, my pretty little chuunin bitch! Yes, yes, like that, hurry, pretty! I need my cock in your virgin ass.”

Chained.

Held.

The cuffs, the cuffs were so familiar, too familiar. And all the memories of that sick, crazy, wild sex with Ibiki started coming back to him.

“I love you, I love you, Shu!”

Kotetsu.

His love.

His pretty.

Kotetsu.

Kotetsu acting like Ibiki! Kotetsu pulling at his nipple rings hard and painfully. Making that good pain, making his cock leap and dance. But no, not like Ibiki, because Ibiki didn’t get mad, didn’t shout, didn’t blaze like this!

“My Shu. No one fucks my Shu but me! No one! You say no! And no one fucks me but you. I don’t care if he kills me, Shu, but I won’t let him have you again. If I’m your bitch, you’re my master. This cock, this body is mine now!”

Kotetsu knew! Kotetsu would take on Ibiki for him! His pretty little chuunin was claiming him for his master like an enraged little chibi porcupine! No, like a fucking sexy shinobi. Like a man!

The slick tube burst in Kotetsu’s fist, and the clear, cool liquid spilled down Shu’s cock, flowing over him everywhere, coating his cock, belly, hips, balls, asshole, thighs, everything. Kotetsu hurled away the tube, violent and beautiful, reminding Shu that a chuunin was a deadly thing and, if underestimated, could take out a jounin. Oh, yes, that fist around Shu’s cock had killed, was no stranger to violence, even if that asshole right over the ring in his cock was a stranger to fucking.

“Who am I?” snarled the shinobi over him, and all Shu’s ANBU-honed instincts told him this was a nin on the edge of violence, prepared to kill—a nin showing he had the potential to be in ANBU indeed.

Yes, the nin above him was one of Konoha’s finest, magnificent, deadly, focused. And there was nothing to do but give him what he wanted, the truth: “My pretty, my bitch, my Kotetsu!”

With a warrior’s cry, Kotetsu impaled himself on Shu’s cock. He rode Shu, not like a virgin, but like a rapist—devouring his cock, feasting on it, cursing, snarling, scratching. It was like watching a berserker in a blood lust—and he drew Shu’s blood with his nails and teeth. If he hadn’t been Ibiki’s fucktoy for the last few months, he’d have been traumatized, some little inner calm part of him observed. Because his little ass-virgin wasn’t happy with him when Shu came before he did, and he didn’t know Ibiki’s little chakra trick for reviving a spent cock.

But One Thousand Sperm worked almost as good as Ibiki’s little mix of healing and stimulating chakra, and soon Shu’s balls were tied tight with a strip of fabric from Kotetsu’s sliced-up shirt, the red-gold fabric matching the color of his pubic hair and the angry red of his cock. He couldn’t come again until his uke-bitch-Dom let him, and, judging by his rage, that was not going to be soon. But even angry, he wasn’t cruel, wasn’t doing a thing that an ANBU nin would see as worth a band-aid or a tear. Ah, god, some of things that Ibiki had done that Shu had liked, and not wanted to like, popped in his head. He could see Kotetsu doing those nasty things to him.

He moaned and bucked, pushing up his painfully erect cock, imagining the angry chuunin scowling down at him, slapping his balls, his cock, pinching it, pulling on the rings in his cock and nipples harder than he was doing, although, god, yes—

“Oh, pretty, feels so good! So good!”

“You like being chained up, a cock ring on your balls, your nipple rings jerked? Did he fucking teach you to like this?”

But even as Kotetsu was yelling at him, he sunk his ass down on Shu’s cock, all the way down. Shu thrust up as hard as he could, fighting his chains.

“Fuck me, pretty! Slam that ass down on me! Give it to me! Yes! Ride me hard! The sweetest, tightest ass ever! Pretty! Yes!”

“This is the only ass you’ve ever get! You understand that! Mine! You cock is mine!”

“Yes, pretty! Yes, all yours! All fucking yours!”

“I’m the only one that gets to do this! Oh, Shu! Fuck! Right there! Yeah! Fuck! Put that ring in your big fucking cock right on my cum button! Fuck!”

“Unchain me, and I’ll show you how I can fuck, pretty!”

And that ass was ripped up off his cock with a speed that dazzled—but then just as fast, Kotetsu’s cock thrust into his mouth!

“Shut up! Shut up, you little Ibiki-whore! I’ll show you how I can fuck if you don’t shut up! Yeah, that’s it, let me fuck your face, fuck it good!”

But then oddly, sweetly, wonderfully, his wild nasty dominating chuunin, seemed to go all dreamy, all sweet. Shu stared into those dark, slanted eyes, those sexy, sexy eyes, and that fierce face, and then there, oh, there was his pretty—a bit of a blush there under that face bandage, a bit of wonder in those eyes as if he suddenly realized just what he was doing—fucking an ANBU nin’s face, the ANBU nin he loved, Shu. His mouth fell open, and those dark eyes got this starry look, and the thrusting in Shu's mouth slowed to an achingly slow, sensual speed.

“Shu! Ah, Shu! Sweet, gorgeous Shu! God, I love you, baby!”

And Shu told his babbling pretty with his eyes, with his mouth and tongue, that he loved him. And then his pretty cracked and pulled his cock out from between Shu's lips, descending for a kiss.

Shu kissed him for a bit, till Kotetsu was moaning and squirming on top of him, then turned his head away, saying, “Undo the chains now, Tetsu.”

And his sweet pretty flew to do what he asked, kissing each wrist as he released it, licking and sucking around each ankle until Shu pulled him on the bed.

Then Kotetsu was there on the bed, his legs spread, his face blushing, his mouth panting, his asshole winking up at Shu, clearly wanting his cock.

Shu set the ring in the tip of his cock against that fluttering little anus, and asked, “Who am I?”

“My Shu, my lover, my master!”

Ah!

Shu’s mind couldn’t come up with the words, the phrases to describe what it felt like to push into Kotetsu’s convulsing, hot, tight ass. This wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t lovemaking. It was something better—it was both of them at once. No it was everything, the reason he was born, the reason he was alive. This was why he was here on earth, to push into sweet, pretty Kotetsu, to make him blush, moan, shiver, shed tears of pleasure, cry out, and shatter so beautifully. Ah, his tongue had been made to lick up his pretty’s cum, to taste his pretty’s lips, to drink up his pretty’s declarations of love, his sweet pleas. Yes, yes, and to lick his pretty’s little pink nipples, to tease them, to flick over them.

And yes, these shoulders of his had been made for Kotetsu to cling to, to kiss, to try to hide his face against as he asked for more cock, more cock inside, deep inside, for Shu’s cum to fill him, to fill him full. Oh, yes, those words, those sounds were why he had ears—and his throat was so he could tell his pretty he loved him, and yes, he would keep pushing his cock into his ass, pushing just so that ring hit his prostate, so his pretty would shake and shiver with pleasure. Yes, this cock was made just to please his pretty, to do just what his pretty wanted—yes, yes, he would give him more, more, harder, faster, there, just there, yes, yes, yes.

But that fabric cockring had to go before they could have what they wanted, but that would mean parting, stopping, and that they couldn’t do—had to do—couldn’t do—had to do—no, a few more strokes, a few more thrusts, oh, oh, please, please, please—and it was an agony—too long apart to pull it off, to free Shu’s balls.

An agony now ended, and yes, oh, god, yes, once more inside that hot, tight, pulsing heat, inside his love, deep inside, so they were one being, one thing, together, cock into ass, Shu fucking Tetsu, Tetsu taking Shu, dick slamming deep, ass squeezing tight. Sweat poured down, and the smell of their bodies, their sweat, their cum, the lube, and that smell that no ninja can ever ignore—blood--filled their noses. Yes, Shu and Kotetsu, cock into ass, master into bitch, lover into lover, flesh into flesh.

Slapping, slurping, wet sounds. Cries, moans, squelching noises. Creaking, thudding, slippery, sex sounds, the sound of someone taking it, taking it hard, being pounded down into a shifting, shaking bed. Flesh hitting flesh. Cock into ass. Shu into Kotestu.

Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, touch upon touch, endlessly, again and again till they could hold it back no more—the coming, the coming rushing towards them, inevitable, inexorable, unstoppable.

Nature triumphs over the will, over the body, but never, never over the heart.

Their loving was over in a climax that sweep them away, but in their hearts it never stopped, never ended, moving on as eternal as space and time.