Between Friends

Between Friends

Chapter Note: D/s, Violence, Oral, Language, Lemon

Chapter 7: The Call of Nature

Nature’s call woke up Kotetsu, and it wasn’t until he was already pissing in the toilet that his mind woke up as well. His mind, like his body, was a dirty mess of emotions and sexual memories. But it was the sound of Izumo stirring in the bedroom behind him that brought Kotetsu fully alert to the here and now. He hadn’t bothered to shut the bathroom door and had flipped on the light before fully conscious. It was one of those moments Kotetsu loved, one of those moments when he had Izumo’s full attention, but they were both pretending to be completely unaware of each other. Out of habit, he already started to play the game of pretend, letting himself moan out relief and pulling his shoulders out of their tired slump and moving his arms a bit away from his body to make his upper arm’s muscles more obvious. It was only as he was making a show of slowly and sensuously rotating his head that head that the changes in his life for the better become shockingly, thrillingly apparent.

“Do the ass jiggle for me,” said Izumo in low soft voice that was obviously not coming from the bed but instead from somewhere by the bathroom door.

Kotetsu head snapped around over his shoulder, saying with a chuckle, “Anything for you, lover boy. I see you’re already practicing for when we get home.” He then made a show of shaking off his the last drops of pee, shaking his ass in a move that would have been a sure money-maker in a male strip show.

But then he felt Izumo’s hands squeeze his buttocks hard before more gently exploring them, his fingers spread to cup and caress, his the hands now stroking and smoothing down each cheek from top to bottom, lingering at juncture of ass and leg, exploring that transition from hairlessness to hair, from smooth to fuzzy. “So this is practice? Do I need practice?”

Kotetsu’s now fully erect cock was telling him no, Izumo, needed no practice, but what his mouth said instead was, “Of course you need practice, having a slave is harder than you think—so many decisions—can he talk, can he move, can he touch himself like this.” His hands were now were squeezing and sliding up and down his penis. “You have to let your slave know what will please you and what you will punish him for. A slave needs to know if he can take his time with an order or if he’ll suffer for every second he makes his master wait for obedience.”

He could now feel Izumo’s own arousal against him and the hands on his ass and thighs became rougher. “So a slave needs threats to make him obey? So you want orders and threats when we get home, do you?” Izumo’s voice sounded different in Kotetsu’s ears: rough, teasing, and dominating—everything he wanted from Izumo. This voice was the voice he dreamed about, that he imagined hearing so often as he masturbated.

“No master, I want punishment; I’ve been a very bad boy. I wasn’t in serious pain when I had you cooking and cleaning for me—“ the hands were now stopped, frozen “--shaving me, washing my hair as my poor little rib healed.” A sharp pinch on his ass made him moan, “I will thank my master for teaching me to behave; I will kiss the hand that brings me pain—“

“You asshole, on your knees now, you can kiss my dick,” growled out Izumo, but now with that anger in his voice he used when furious with Kotetsu, that same enraged, aggressive voice that meant he was very close to losing himself in anger, ready to punch. It was the voice he could never resist, that made him weak and long for the pain, even if it meant a broken rib or wrist or more loose teeth. And the pain was there as Izumo violently pushed him to his knees in front of the unflushed toilet, his knees and cock painfully banging into the edge of the toilet bowl on his way to the floor. His head was being shoved down towards his own pee and instinctively Kotetsu resisted.

Izumo jerked his head and body back, his knee painfully smashing into his spine making Kotetsu grunt and pant, and sending a spasm of pleasure through him that was humiliating and exactly what his masochistic self hungered for. “Please master, please, let your slave kiss you, let me suck you,” he begged losing himself in the role, all teasing gone from his voice.

Izumo stepped back from the toilet and painfully pulled on Kotetsu’s hair, forcing his body around to face him. He slapped Kotetsu across the face, hard enough that the kneeling ninja could taste his blood in his mouth. “You lying, rotten sack of shit. You are a complete asshole. You are the worse friend in the history of the world—“ Kotetsu reached out with his mouth and captured Izumo’s erect dick with his mouth, “You fucking little jerk, you fucking pig, you, oh god,” and then Kotetsu was gagging as Izumo pulled on his hair yet again forcing his erection beyond his mouth, into his throat, “Aaahhh, oh, damn you, damn you, oh my god, oh my god.”

At that point Kotetsu couldn’t hear any more and could only work on breathing and taking in the thrusting shaft without biting or pulling away or gagging. He had reached that point were pain and pleasure wouldn’t let him think, only let him feel and want and strain to please. This was what he was addicted to, those times when he could forget everything, but Izumo and what Izumo was doing to him. His hands came up to stimulate the balls that jiggled so close to his chin, to touch those pubic hairs he always wanted touch. At the touch of his hands, Izumo thrust in again, forcing himself into his throat and holding his head trapped, helplessly full, penetrated. His throat muscles spasmed, gagging, trying to force Izumo’s cock out, to get air, to stop that unnatural stretching. After holding his cock there for what was only seconds, Izumo released his grip from Kotetsu’s hair and stepped back.

As soon as the penis cleared his throat, Kotetsu tightened his mouth around it, trying to hold it in his mouth and prevent it from sliding completely out. He used his teeth to catch the head, tightening them around the shaft just under the flaring curve at the top of the penis, sucking that most sensitive part and sliding his tongue around to stimulate everything around that quivering little hole in the center. But it still pulled away, and he arched and thrust his neck forward, trying to keep that cock tip inside his mouth. But it popped out, and Kotetsu shut his eyes and braced himself for another slap. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, I can take you deeply, I want to take you deeply, I want to you to face fuck me and cum inside my mouth,” he beg with his eyes closed, hoarsely, chest heaving. “Please, Izumo-sama, please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll do better. Teach me to suck you the way you want—“

“Shut up, just shut up, Kotetsu,” said Izumo, backing away so Kotetsu, kneeling with his eyes closed could no longer feel him touching him. He was thinking again instead of feeling, and it was awful. Kotetsu couldn’t open his eyes now, and tears began to leak out of them, flowing down his cheeks. `This is the end, this is when he knows me for the pathetic, submissive slave I truly am at heart. This is where I lose him.’ Kotetsu felt panic grip him overwhelmed him, and he let out a loud sob and threw himself forward on the cold, hard tile, reaching for Izumo’s feet. He opened his eyes, openly sobbing, kissing Izumo’s feet, and shamelessly rubbing his aroused, still encrusted and dirty cock on the bathroom floor. He would have kept doing that too, but Izumo’s hands were forcing him back up on his knees, raising his shoulders, tilting his head up.

Kotetsu’s eyes met his oldest friend’s, and he could do nothing but sob and shake as Izumo also knelt on the floor bringing their faces level. Then Izumo was kissing him gently with a closed mouth on the lips, his hands cradling his head. His tongue licked at Kotetsu’s cheek, lapping up the tears, and he began to softly kiss Kotetsu’s eyes and forehead, “Shhh, shh, it’s ok, it’s ok,” he whispered, his hands now so gentle, so soothing, softly rubbing up and down his back. The soft touch smoothed over the skin where Izumo’s knee had slammed into him, making him shake and shiver and moan. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, too. Don’t cry, love, don’t cry—“

Kotetsu thrust himself against his friend, hugging him back, pushing into his arms, kissing Izumo’s neck, his ear, his throat, holding on tight, clinging. He began rocking his groin against Izumo’s pushing their cocks together as their mouths found each other. And then they were kissing like the lovers they now were, each thrusting and flickering, each exploring, sharing, pouring their lust, regret, worries, and love into each other.

But then Izumo pulled back again, his hands on either side of Kotetsu’s face holding him still, his thumbs not quite pressing on his lips, indicating he wanted quiet. “Brush my hair back from my eye, so I can see you with both eyes when I say this,” ordered Izumo.

Kotetsu’s hand shook just a little bit as he did so, and his cock twitched at the thrill of looking into both eyes of this new quiet, yet dominant Izumo.

“When morning comes, this all stops,” Izumo informed him, his voice quiet yet firm, “until we get home. We’ve put on our public faces many, many times, and we will do this mission fully and properly, so we can look our parents, Hogake-sama, Asuma-sama, Shikamaru-san, everyone, in the face and know we did everything we could for Konoha. We going to get those Akatsuki and inflict pain on them. I don’t want to ever hit you in anger again Kotetsu—I, I have a problem with anger. But so do you, don’t you?”

It was weird how this simple question made Kotetsu blush, when it was usually so easy for him to talk about the crudest things with complete calm. But he couldn’t help but hate the part of himself that liked being hurt and liked being the brunt of anger. It was hard to meet Izumo’s eyes, both his eyes. “Yes, I have a lot of problems, Izumo. It’s not so much the anger that I want, it’s—“ he just couldn’t say it aloud. His tongue began to probe the cut on his cheek from Izumo’s slap, reminding him of how pathetic, how unnatural he was.

“It’s the pain isn’t it? Or is it the giving up, the passivity?” Izumo asked.

Kotetsu thought hard, trying honestly to understand himself. “I think it’s a little of all of that, and the risk, the danger, the feeling of not only putting my body, but my heart on the line.”

Izumo signed deeply, sat back on his heels, and let his hands fall into his lap. He closed his eyes and shook his head, the hair spilling back down over his eye and cheek. Then in a voice full of pain, he asked, “So last night wasn’t what you wanted, was it? It was another game because you want me to hurt you, wasn’t it?”

Now it Kotetsu's turn to reach out both his hands to his friend’s head, “No, no, no, god, I love you. I love you. For god’s sake, I want to be a normal lover; why do you think I’ve tried to hide from you all these years? I want to be all sweet like that all the time, but I just can’t stop my mind. I need the pain to make it all stop in my head, to feel like I’m really me, really there, in my body with you. I’m not totally sick; it's just with you, I just want it from you, I only want you to hurt me, and it doesn’t have to be hurt, I just want you to, to, oh my god, just take over, take away my choices. God, Izumo, when your voice gets that tone in it, and I know you’re on the edge, it just feels so fucking good. I try not to want it, but I can’t seem to stop pushing you, hoping you’ll lose it, pushing all your silly little buttons. Fuck, the things I do to make you touch me are so wrong, so very wrong.”

“Those women wanted you to do those things, Kotetsu, I heard them. You never forced them, and you sure loved it. You know you loved it; that wasn’t an act, you didn’t fake those orgasms. I know the smell of your cum; I know exactly how you sound when you’re shooting out your sperm. Are you trying to tell me you fuck women in front of me only to get me to hit you?”

“No, I fuck in front of you to try to get you to fuck me.”

“You’re a moron; you’re a fucking moron. Why can’t you just say, `Please fuck me?'”

“Because you’re too god-damn cautious! You’re too shy! You think too much! You fret! You’d ask me stupid questions or just turn it into some emotional goo-fest. You’ve never fucked anyone in your life. I love you, and I want to be a normal lover, but I need more than love, I need to be the one fucked, I need you to fuck my face, I need you to fuck my ass, I need you to bite my balls, to pinch my nipples, to bite my cock, to slap my face, my ass, my cock. I want you to slap me with your hand, with your cock, I want your cum on my face, down my throat—“

Izumo slapped his face again hard, “You asked for that. Don’t say another word about fucking. You’re starting to sound like those cheap whores you fucked, the ones you fucked to get me to fuck you. You want to be fucked by me, good, cause I’m going to fuck you. You don’t say one more word tonight unless I ask you a question. You don’t make any more noise. You don’t cry. You don’t touch yourself. You don’t get off unless I do. You get yourself on that bed, ass in the air, face on the bed, you lube your own ass, you stick those fingers of yours right up there, and you spread those cheeks for me. Then you’re going to beg me for it with your body, and shake that ass for me.”

Kotetsu bolted for the bed feeling irrationally happy. He want to throw his arms around Izumo and hug him and thank him for being willing to play the master to his slave, the top to his bottom, but he also wanted to be perfectly obedient. He positioned himself on the bed, head against the blankets, his ass in the air, his knees spread wide for balance as he struggled to cover his fingers with lube without arching his back too much. He wasn’t sure how to reach his ass in this position and the worry that he wouldn’t please Izumo increased his excitement. He first tried to reach his asshole around going around his leg, but he realized he’d have to reach up between his legs to be able to insert his fingers inside himself. He wasn’t supposed to touch his cock, however. He spread himself even wider, so his arm wouldn’t rub against his cock, the lower position stretching his muscles more. His cock tip brushed against the blanket, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Immediately he felt a sharp slap on his ass.

“No rubbing your cock into the bed,” ordered Izumo.

“Yes, master; I’m sorry master,” replied Kotetsu forgetting the order to be quiet. More quick slaps followed, each one shockingly intense and thrilling, making his cock jump more. He eagerly thrust a finger a deep inside him.

“You don’t listen, slave, I said no talking, and I said I want to see some begging.”

Kotetsu’s body tightened in pleasure at the roughness in Izumo’s voice, his ass muscles squeezing around his probing finger. It felt so good, and he had to struggle to bite back a moan of pleasure. He made a show of rocking his ass, thrusting in two, then three fingers, shaking, rocking. A sudden sharp crack sounded as pain exploded across his butt—Izumo had whipped him with one of their belts, and Kotetsu let out a moan of pleasure and felt himself close to cuming. Then another blow—oh god, it was too much, he moaned again, pushing his ass up eagerly for another sharp crack. When the belt caught his buttocks and balls together, it was too much, and he collapsed on the bed, his sperm shooting out, crying, “Oh god, yes, Izumo, yes.”

To his humiliation, he could hear Izumo burst into laughter as he was still shaking and spraying his seed.

He tried to raise his ass up, but Izumo just pushed him back down on the bed still laughing, “You’re the one who needs practice. It’s a good thing I’m not particularly motivated any more to punish you, my slut slave. You can lay there for two minutes, and then I want you to wash yourself and come back to snuggle. We need to get some sleep after all.”

Kotetsu hurled himself up into Izumo’s arms, kissing him, saying, “Oh god, I love you, I love you. Thank you.”

Izumo started laughing again, but he was hugging back as well, and then he was kissing him back. Kotetsu pulled Izumo down to fall on the bed half on top of him. He was flaccid, drained from his second orgasm of the night, but Izumo was rock hard. He reached his hand down and began to stroke Izumo in time with his kisses, with each thrust of his tongue. To his surprise, Izumo pulled back and rolled over onto one side of the bed, “I knew you couldn’t be submissive for very long, idiot. Now go clean up; you’re a disgusting mess. And get some more towels for your side of the bed.”

Kotetsu blushed; he hadn’t acted remotely like he’d imagined himself in his various sexual fantasies. He certainly had never fantasized about practically prematurely ejaculating during his first experience of submissive sex. He also hadn’t expected to be called a disgusting mess, which hurt his pride.

“Yeah, well, your body sure seems to like this disgusting mess; you must have pretty dirty taste.”

Izumo laughed again, “Yeah, I love you, and I’m seriously going to have whip you more if you are going to be even remotely slave-like. Hell, I don’t think you really want what you think you want.”

Kotetsu felt he could laugh or cry at the truth in that comment, and he was too proud to cry, so he simply left to wash with as much dignity as he could. As he cleansed himself, he want to take his time in a childish way to deny Izumo some of his company, but the thought of tomorrow’s mission and the approaching closeness of the dawn keep him from lingering. When he at last climbed in the bed and curled up behind Izumo, he couldn’t help but let out a loud yawn. Izumo chuckled and turned on his back to cradle Kotetsu under his arm, leaning down to tilt his head up for one last goodnight kiss. When Kotetsu feel asleep snuggled in Izumo’s arms, he still felt the soreness in his back from where Izumo’s knee had slammed into him and the stinging burn on his butt from the few blows of the belt. `It’s like I have two Izumo’s--one holding me and one behind me,’ he thought, `it’s as if I can feel him touching all of me.' And as he marveled on the odd blend of soreness, sexual fulfillment, and love he was feeling, Kotetsu slipped into a dreamless sleep, deeply satisfied with his position in life.

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