Between Friends

Between Friends

Chapter Note: Minor Manga Chapter 320 spoiler, language, sexual situations with references to anal sex, WAFF.

Chapter 6: The One Awake

Kotetsu weighed 52.3 kilograms, but right now with his body crushing Izumo to the bed, it sure felt like more. Tetsu was the word for iron, and Kotetsu’s body seemed to be made of it at this moment. Izumo was torn between pride at having so exhausted his new lover and irritation at being crushed beneath him with Kotetsu’s now smaller and softer cock still slightly wedged in his ass and his cum slowly leaking out to make a wet mess on the bed. Izumo flexed his anal muscles and pushed Kotetsu out, but as he felt his lover’s cock finally slip loose, that damp patch of wet beneath him got bigger. He could feel the cum spread beneath his ass cheeks making him instinctively flex to pull his body up from the wet, only to push his own half-hard cock against Kotetsu’s body.

Izumo felt a wave of embarrassment as his cock started stiffening more. He’d had his orgasm, and it had been more than he dreamed. He’d been so overwhelmed with the love in Kotetsu’s eyes, the hard evidence of his love penetrating him, his words of love still echoing in his head, so blown away with his heart brimming with his own love, he’d come quickly in that first bout of love-making. When he had felt those spasms of pleasure in his ass and those intense convulsions as he sprayed his sperm on his lover, he’d felt spiritually connected to Kotetsu. At the moment of orgasm, Izumo had been stripped of every thought, every bit of control over his body, and he had been just pure pleasure, pure emotion.

In a weird way it had felt as if he had become his soul, that best and most sacred part of himself. His clan’s name began with the word for soul, Kami, and Izumo had always felt at the most intense moments of his life as if his kami, his soul, was manifesting physically in his body. That first release in the embrace of his first lover had emptied him, exhausting his simple flesh, but it had filled his soul with love. Afterwards, lying in Kotetsu’s arms, Izumo had felt as if Kotetsu’s kami had entered him along with his cock and kisses; Kotetsu had penetrated his spirit and filled his very soul up. He was full, complete. Yet here he was now, lying under his sleeping soul mate, aroused again, still wanting more.

`God, I’m a sex addict,’ thought Izumo. `I start having sex, and now I’m greedy and once isn’t enough for me.’ As he shifted again on the damp bed, he felt his cock move against Kotetsu’s skin. But in moving he had tightened his ass muscles, and the rising pain in his butt intensified and distracted him. Izumo felt himself growing more flaccid as he focused on the soreness he felt from his first fucking. The first time had been love-making, but the second time could only be called sex at best.

`And I loved it, god, Tetsu was being so sweet, and I practically told him to let loose. I can’t believe I called him shy and told him I wanted to make him grunt. Geeze, I know how any accusation of shyness gets to him, I might as well have just said, “Please, please do me again.”’ Izumo felt himself blushing, which annoyed him since there shouldn’t be anything to blush about when you were lying naked with cum in your ass, under your ass checks and legs, as well as dried all over your chest and stomach.

It was time to clean up. Izumo began carefully shifting out from under Kotetsu, trying not to wake him up. He didn’t want himself hard and needy when Kotetsu and he had their first--no well, second--post-sex talk. And there was no way he could take another session of sex on the bottom without some serious pain. Just thinking about how his ass felt right now was enough to drain most of blood from his cock. `Once I’m clean, I can always jerk myself off, if Mr. Eager down there doesn’t want to go away,’ Izumo told himself as he headed to the bathroom.

Almost an hour later, masturbating was the last thing on Izumo’s agenda. Sitting and soaking in the warm water away from Kotetsu, he was feeling sore, stiff, sleepy, and scared. Despite all the confused thoughts racing through his head, Izumo’s head slipped down towards the bath water, exhaustion making his head nod. He shook himself awake and got out of the bath. Time to head back to the sticky mess in his bed. It might just be easier to sleep on the floor. Of course Kotetsu was in that bed. `Oh, lord, he must seriously be sticky.’ Izumo frowned remembering how Kotetsu had been ready to clean up, and how he had pushed his lover down, wanting to make sure Kotetsu had a chance to cum too. Not that Izumo had had a chance to do anything to his new lover, Kotetsu had been the one doing everything.

Entering the hotel bedroom, Izumo began methodically collecting their clothes and weapons and neatly sorting them out. He was looking forward to returning to Konoha where Kotetsu would be his. He couldn’t believe Kotetsu had promised all that on the honor of his clan. When he had spoken, it had been almost like a wedding vow, promising solemnly, “I will let my love, my lover, Kamizuki Izumo, have my body to have and to hold and to do whatever he want 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.”

Izumo felt himself grinning from ear to ear and moved over to the bed with a few dry towels to see if he could make himself a dry place to sleep. It would be wonderful to see if he could manage to make Kotetsu last during sex longer than his record twenty minutes. Maybe the key to that would be to further explore this softer side he’d discovered in his roommate tonight. Never had he imagined his strong friend could be so gentle. Izumo paused to study the man who was the center of his world. Kotetsu was still sleeping face down, naked, exposed for Izumo to see every bit of his toned, muscled, and very masculine body. He remember the way Kotetsu had mocked him as he claimed him for the second time, calling him master, as he had mastered him completely, taking him roughly. It had been so completely and totally different from their first time as if it was another man, another lover. Izumo shook his head. Kotetsu had always seemed like two men in one—the calm, likable, reliable shinobi and then the foul-mouthed, messy, teasing, oversexed, crazy friend only he seemed to know.

Smiling, Izumo finished arranging the towels on the bed and positioned himself on top of them. Using all the stealth of a superior shinobi, Izumo pulled up the covers over his lover without waking him and let himself rest back on the soft, dry towels. His thoughts leaped ahead to after the mission, to the next time he and Kotetsu could make love. He hoped he could please his more experienced friend. Although it was unlikely he’d have to work at it very hard. With Tetsu’s impatience, likely he’d beg to be free from that vow before ten minutes were up. He’d probably even forget it if he let himself slide into his crazy, dirty-talking mode. And Izumo knew he would release him from the vow as soon as he asked. He would be helpless to deny him what he seemed to so clearly want and need then as he’d been tonight when Kotetsu’s wild side came out.

Izumo ruefully admitted to himself that he would let his mate take him again just like that second time--even though it had been embarrassingly crude and had hurt so bad at times he’d actually let out a scream like some pathetic academy rookie hit by his first kunai. Even more humiliating, his lover knew his weakness, his desire to please him, for he had given Izumo the chance to end it, to stop any pain, but also to stop that pleasure and that wonderful feeling of having inspired Tetsu to finally take him, not some stupid woman who would then turn around like Ino and try to fuck his best friend. God, he wouldn’t let himself remember that awful date with Ino that had gone so terribly wrong.

He focused instead on how he’d had to admit to his lover that he loved him enough to let him please himself in whatever way he wanted. It had been mortifying to hear Kotetsu toss his own shockingly sordid words back at him, “Isn’t this what you want? I thought I heard you tell me to fuck you. Tell me what you want, say it. You’re not saying anything. You must want me to stop. Is that what you want?”

And Izumo couldn’t say it, couldn’t stop him, wouldn’t stop him. He loved him too much not to give him exactly what he wanted. And god, he was going to try to show that love to Tetsu when they got back home—their home. A wave of warmth filled him at the thought of their new apartment and all the things he could do to Kotetsu—slow, long kisses followed by soft, gentle strokes. Kotetsu would be held by his vow and the honor of his clan to let Izumo have his way for at least twenty minutes, maybe even a whole hour.

Eagerness to head home turned his thoughts back to the rapidly approaching morning: `Damn we got to finish this mission and get Asuma back to Konoha safe. There’s no way those Akatsuki bastards are going claim Asuma’s body for a bounty like they did to Chiruku at the Shinobi temple.’ With a bounty of eight million ryou on Asuma’s head, Izumo and Kotetsu had to focus on the mission completely and totally. With that thought, Izumo was finally able to fall asleep, dreaming of saving Asuma from sinister figures in black cloaks with red clouds on them.