Closet Case: Reopened

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.


For my dear stalker; I really hope you like it.
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Training was never just simple and straight forward anymore. Konohamaru and Udon had noticed that ever since Moegi’s little show and tell in the break room (they had heard all about it from Naruto, who had heard about it from Shikamaru, who had heard it from Ino, who had heard it from Asuma, who had been there), nearly every perverted shinobi- and a couple of kunoichi- had practically been lining up for a chance to get into the closet-pervert’s pants (Who wouldn’t after learning just how far the dark haired Jounin could bend and twist?), and it was cutting in to their instruction time, what with all of Ebisu’s recently acquired suitors stopping by- some with their own teams- to see if they could get in a friendly spar, or simply to observe.

In reality the observations were thinly veiled excuses to ogle and attempt to get a sight of Ebisu’s- now renowned- flexibility, while the spars were nothing more than a ploy to keep the children busy while freeing up Ebisu just enough in order to flirt, or seduce. Of course there were those that actually took it the extra step, and offered to spar with the bespectacled Jounin. Those were the ones that Konohamaru kept his eye on; they would, on occasion, let a hand slip and wind up groping his sensei, instead of grappling with him. Their sensei blindly accepted their excuses of “Oopsie, my hand slipped!”, and why wouldn’t he? It was very apparent to both boys that their instructor had pathetically little experience with flirtation- especially when directed towards him.

All of the extra attention was wearing at their already high strung sensei’s nerves, which was why the boys had arranged for their team to unwind. Somehow Udon had managed to get a hold of four passes to the onsen located not too far from where they usually trained.

After Ebisu’s latest admirer, a woman about twenty years in age, with brown hair and hazel eyes, had finally left, the boys took advantage of their sensei’s never-be-rude-by-refusing-a-gift policy and led him to the onsen where they would relax (free of Moegi and the countless yaoi fan-girls who had been shadowing their poor instructor for weeks) together for a while, before sneaking off and leaving him alone while they took off to do whatever it was that young boys do when left to their own devices.

As it turned out they didn’t have to wait that long to escape, after spending merely three minutes in the male side of the bath house, the two young boys took off. Who wanted to take a bath with their teacher anyways? It was sort of awkward once you took in to consideration the identity of their sensei, as well as the fact that they would all willingly be in a state of undress.

And that is how Ebisu came to be alone in the onsen. The place usually had at least two or three other customers, but it was still early in the day, and the majority of their clientele were probably still at work. Not that the Jounin minded really; it was good to have some time to himself and relax. Mentally he made a note to find someway to thank his two male students, maybe- just maybe- he wouldn’t chase after them quite so diligently the next time they decided to cut out of their training session a little early.

Releasing a contented sigh, Ebisu allowed his eyes to drift shut and the heat from the water to relax his muscles. He hadn’t been to a public bath in ages, which was surprising really, as his favorite childhood memories seemed to center around bathing. He used to become so relaxed by the water, that he would often time fall asleep, which had been his family’s cue to take him home and tuck him neatly into bed, his father ruffling his dark hair, and his mother dropping a sweet kiss on his forehead.

Taking into account those memories, and the feeling of calm they gave him, it was no wonder that the man was so insistent upon cleanliness. Sure he could live with being covered in mud, and dust, and debris, and even blood during a mission, but if he were at home, or doing paperwork, or something else that didn’t require him to be a little less than dirt free, then he made a point of being well groomed.

It was while enjoying this quiet moment alone with his thoughts and memories that Ebisu suddenly became aware of what sounded like friendly chatter echoing from inside the changing area. What exactly was being said, he couldn’t quite determine, nor did he really want to, eavesdropping, when it wasn’t a part of a mission, was rather rude- and he did strive never to be intentionally rude.

Whoever it was was more than likely just looking to clean up a bit and relax. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, and so he remained as he was, eyes closed, and body in a state of complete relaxation.

It wasn’t until he felt the water stirring around him in a way that suggested whomever it was that had joined him, had decided to take up positions rather close to him instead of taking advantage of the abundant areas where he wasn’t; that gave him pause. He was positive that whoever the men were, they weren’t his students, returned to enjoy the bath. No, the shifting of the water was too great for it to be caused by such comparatively small bodies slipping into the bath. Not only that, but he had heard the voices of two men coming from the changing area, not two boys. Besides which, he would have recognized the presence of his students; he had spent too much time with them- Konohamaru especially- to not be able to identify their presence even without seeing them.

Curious, Ebisu opened his eyes slowly, and glanced over to his right, where he was met by dark eyes, and a broad grin.

“Imagine running into you here,” said someone off to his left. Looking over Ebisu found another pair of dark eyes, also set in a grinning face.

There was a sound of agreement (at least that was what it seemed to be) from Ebisu’s right, accompanied by a friendly arm draping across his shoulders. “I don’t think we’ve ever seen you here before. Don’t you have a bath at your place?”

Though the closeness of the two men was somewhat… peculiar, Ebisu didn’t push away; he had seen the two men interact with others enough to know that they were both exceptionally friendly, at least in comparison with the other ninja in the village, and assumed that was all it was. He did manage to answer the question asked of him though, with a slight inclination of his head signifying that, yes, he did have a rather small one person bath complete with shower head, built into his apartment. It had been one of the reasons he had been willing to pay the slightly higher rent.

Another hand rested lightly on his upper left arm as the man on that side of him offered another smile, and spoke up, “But the company is better here, ne?” as the other man shifted, Ebisu could feel something, he assumed to be the chocolate haired man’s thigh brush lightly against his own, and tried to fight down a blush. He wasn’t used to such closeness, even though he was sure that the contact had been accidental; the Chuunin, he was fairly certain his name was Izumo, had merely been attempting to shift his body so that he would be facing him. That was it, it had to be, he was certain.

Fighting against the blush was proven futile when the darker haired man on his right- he was reasonably sure that this man was called Kotetsu- used the hand not resting over his shoulder to run lightly over his right arm. The fact that he was indeed blushing was made all the more apparent by his rather fair skin tone, and the fact that he was at least twice as red as he had been half a minute beforehand.

“Aw, you’re so cute,” murmured Kotetsu.

“…When you blush,” finished Izumo as he shifted even closer to the reserved Jounin, while dipping a hand beneath the surface of the water to run teasingly along the surprisingly smooth skin of Ebisu’s upper thigh. Apparently the dark haired sensei wasn’t a hairy person, unlike oh, say, Asuma.

Ebisu jumped a little in an attempt to move away, letting out a small utterance of surprised shock as he did so. However, he shifted in the exact wrong direction and wound up with his back pressed against the other Chuunin.

Now the Jounin had four hands roaming his body, and the only coherent thought he could manage was, ‘this definitely goes beyond friendly’.

“What do you think Ebisu-chan,” Kotetsu’s breath was as warm as his voice was teasing as it ghosted over the column of his neck, “Will you let us?”

Ebisu’s response wasn’t quite intelligible, as at that moment, Izumo decided it would be a good idea to nibble at the sensitive spot just below his ear, and all he could manage was a small subdued whimper. It wasn’t until he felt Kotetsu’s hands skim down his sides and chest, to brush over his hips before continuing on their downward trek, that he managed to realize exactly what it was the bolder of the two Chuunin’s had asked.

“W-wait… b-both of you?” Ebisu’s voice was far from steady as he could feel two sinuous bodies pressed against him. The sensation was far from displeasing, even if it was rather new to him, and slightly awkward considering his rather limited experience with things of a sexual nature.

“Of course,” the smile could be heard in Izumo’s voice, as well as felt as he shifted closer against the Jounin, moving his mouth across the slightly fairer skinned man’s neck and collarbone, “We’re a matched set…”

Kotetsu moved so that his body was flush against Ebisu’s back. “…One doesn’t come without the other.” There was a low chuckle from both men at the thinly veiled innuendo contained in that particular play on words, while Ebisu only flushed a darker shade of red, and stood staring, transfixed as both men shared a tantalizing kiss over his shoulder, while their hands continued to toy with and tease his own body.

Ebisu bit down a groan as both men’s hardened members ground against him, Kotetsu’s resting thick, against his backside, while Izumo’s slid against his own hardening sex. There was another small chuckle as a calloused hand found his erection and stroked along its length playfully, he wasn’t really sure of who the hand belonged to, not that he really cared at that moment. It felt good, more than good actually, and his body seemed to be of the opinion that he should enjoy the ride, so to speak. It wasn’t until he felt a nip, somewhat more intense than the others had been that his mind decided to become active once again.

Wide-eyed and embarrassed at the fact he had allowed himself to be a party to such an act in a very public place, Ebisu managed to murmur a strained, “I- I have to go,” before extricating himself from between the two lithe bodies and scrambling out of the water, away from his seducers.

Meanwhile in the women’s bath there could be heard, very faintly through the wall that separated the two sections, the disappointed groan of several perverted women, all of whom had been watching the scene in fascination. Moegi, in a show of her age crossed her arms over her chest, and stuck her lip out in a childish pout as she let out an aggravated huff at her teacher’s uncooperativeness.

Similarly, back in the men’s side of the onsen, Izumo was looking rather disappointed, a pretty pout crossing his face as he watched his prospective playmate leave him and Kotetsu still hard and wanting.

“It’s okay, Izumo,” Kotetsu wrapped his arms around his best friend, and began to kiss along his neck, while rubbing his hands in comforting motions across his back. The lighter haired of the two nodded, though the pout was still visible, as his best friend got bolder in his ministrations, eliciting little moans and whimpers from him, much to the delight of the few females who had continued to peep in hopes of catching the two Chuunin continuing in their activities.

Some several minutes later found Ebisu panting as he leaned against one of his apartments white walls, and stared at his now semen covered hand. He hadn’t even bothered to use a lubricant, which he knew he would pay for later, with chaffed reddened skin. Sighing, to himself, the still somewhat breathless man made his way towards his own bathroom in order to clean himself for a second time in under an hour.

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Hmmm... well I suppose that was rather different... I don't think anyone's ever paired up Izumo Kotetsu and Ebisu before.