D/s Naruto

A/N: Thanks DuosAngel and Flame of the Night for finding typos! Thanks for the reviews folks!! I love you all too!! Thanks to those who pointed out I kept messing up spelling Genma's name, too!

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Chapter 74 (Sunday 18 June 2007, afternoon)

The basic contract for submission and Raidou’s schedule were on a clipboard under the counter. Genma had had a blank contract on his computer that they’d printed out before heading in. Monday was the day they received supplies, checked inventory and orders, and made sure they had what they needed for the Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night classes. If they had any commissions, today was the day they carefully verified their progress, did research, or planned out the job. They paid bills, calculated costs, and deal with paperwork, shipping, and other business. Monday rarely involved actually blowing glass. But this Monday, they kept getting distracted from all their typical tasks, instead pulling out the clipboard and jotting down ideas and notes. It was a day of memories, the good, the bad, and the horrific.

They’d been lovers of sorts, back in high school when it had been the three of them—Genma, Raidou, and Hayate. The three of them had experimented together, slept together, and done those other things young men do as friends—basketball, lifting weights, drinking, homework, clubbing. But then Genma and Hayate had fallen in love—and there was no room for Raidou in the bed, in the sex games. But they’d all been friends, until Hayate had transferred from community college to an out of state university. He’d broken Genma’s heart by Christmas and been engaged to a woman, in another two. And he’d not wanted any connection with his gay past—it was as if he was dead. Raidou and Genma had become closer friends as Genma—and to a lesser extent, Raidou--had mourned Hayate. They might have become lovers or fuck buddies again, but for the incident that had changed Raidou’s and Genma’s life even more profoundly than the loss of Hayate.

Raidou’s torture and disfigurement had transformed them both. They trusted with difficulty, and the emphasis of the gay community on the young and beautiful drove them away from the club scene, deeper into the world of BDSM. Raidou had become a dom like Genma, for he needed to be in control, to have his lovers secure, unable to hurt him. But that was not a good reason to dominate, and over the years, Raidou had become more asexual, content to mostly just watch, to listen, to masturbate, and to dream. Genma would occasionally have him assist in a scene or arrange one for him as a present, just to keep his juice from drying up, he’d joke. And there wasn’t a scene Genma had done in the last three years or so that Raidou hadn’t heard about in detail. Always these reporting sessions had been just the two of them, sitting in the spa or the kitchen, or sprawled out in the living room or one of the bedrooms. Never at work, and never in the shop—and if Raidou moved out, would they ever talk like that again?

Subs were allowed to hang out with other subs, to touch, to cuddle. Many doms enjoyed watching subs scene with each other, and some even permitted sex when they weren’t around. But no dom let another dom be alone with his or her sub if he could help it, unless there was a great deal of trust or the dom had several subs and little personal investment in that particular one. Subs might be “loaned” or sent to other doms for punishment or as the result of a wager or a temporary swap. Of course when the dom was around, it was quite usual at parties or when other doms visited to have a sub made available for everyone or given to a particular guest for a time. Some sub’s contracts had clauses which stipulated the sub could not be loaned out, traded, or given away for more than some set number of days or hours, or in some cases, ever. But neither Genma or Raidou had ever heard of a dom agreeing to a contract in which the dom must allow another dom access to his sub—that just wasn’t done.

And Genma was a lousy sub. You had to sub when you trained as a dom. It was an important stage in the training, but it was one that typically involved short sessions of subbing, usually nothing that went on for days at time, and certainly not for weeks. Genma found subbing brought out the prankster in him. He would deliberately fart, fall and knock over things, or find some loophole in a dom’s orders. He’d never experienced subspace, and he never exhibited fear or reverence. He’d cried from pain, but it was sometimes hard to tell if the tears were genuine or not. Any dom who’d had a session with Genma or witnessed one typically did not want another. No one they knew would agree to regularly domming Genma so that he and Raidou could get together as subs. Would their time at work in the glass shop be enough?

By three o’clock, Raidou was miserable. His feelings for Ibiki, although new, were so strong that life without him would hurt—that broken heart hurt that took years to get over. And if the end with Ibiki came soon there would be the pain of regret, of wondering, of imagining what he’d missed. And if it came later, there would be the pain of knowing just what he’d lost, just how good it felt to melt and shatter under Ibiki’s touch. But his feelings for Genma were so strong that he doubted he could be happy in a life where he didn’t get to sit down and talk with Genma in a way that couldn’t happen at work, even though sometimes their “talks” were full of long silences and more noises than words. To be happy Raidou needed both Ibiki and Genma fully, deeply in his life—and having Genma in his life as more that just someone he worked with didn’t seem possible if he was going to be the sub of Ibiki. But he was going to sub, had to sub for Ibiki; he would hope that contact with Genma at work and at Uchiha’s would be enough—at least he thought he was going to do it. When he looked at the contract, his mind got muddled, and he was filled with doubt and didn’t know what to do. Whether he signed or didn’t sign, it seemed pain was inevitable.

Genma was just as miserable as Raidou because he hadn’t been prepared for the sense of loss that overcame him when he actually held what might be Ibiki and Raidou’s contract in his hand. The section of the contract dealing with contact with family, job, and friends not involved in the scene seemed suddenly very restricting, while the section on friends “in the scene” was even worse. Ibiki could make sure that he and Raidou never saw each other outside of work and only were permitted to talk when not in the workplace about work-related things. Genma had thought that when this moment came he’d feel nothing but happiness, nothing but joy for his friend. He’d thought that he’d feel released, free, able to scene in his apartment, maybe even move in his own sub and not worry that a scene would upset Raidou or bring back bad memories. But instead he was worrying over Ibiki hurting Raidou and sick at the thought he wouldn’t be there to help him or even just to celebrate with him, to share each triumph over the past. But he knew that his upset would only make it harder for Raidou, and he worked hard to hide it.


Ibiki had read the files on Raidou at Uchiha’s, and because of what he found there, those of Genma as well. He done that on Sunday afternoon before he had done anything more than touch one finger to Raidou’s lip. He spent Monday morning after Raidou left with his cum and a buttplug in his ass, gathering more information on his new sub, and as usual, he’d gotten a lot more from each person he’d talked to than he’d wanted. He filed away some of the information to be repeated to Itachi and Kisame some other time when the three of them weren’t dealing with pressing personal issues.

His time spent talking with the two of them had been some of the most amusing as Itachi clearly wouldn’t have minded if Ibiki had interviewed them all day. Kisame had made Itachi go through his safe and find the videos of the last few sessions he had had with Genma because of the fact that threatening Raidou was the one thing that could make Genma seriously submit—to a point. Threatening Raidou was also the one thing that could make Genma seriously uncontrollable. Ibiki had only waited for Itachi to find one video—he’d scanned through it, listening to a few exchanges, before leaving without it but with a promise that soon he’d have copies of all the sessions between Itachi and Genma that Kisame had recorded.

The more enjoyable task of purchasing some underwear and other toys for Raidou was next on the agenda. He had to settle for what he could get in town for now—but sometime soon, he’d put in some orders online for more items. It was hard to pick what to get—but he settled at last for a steel grey thong called “The Gladiator” that created the illusion of draping by a crescent-shaped cut out in the space above the pubic hair and below the natural waist. The thong tied over the right hip with the two ends of the tie dangling down over the hip and thigh. The dangling ties would constantly remind the wearer that one tug of them would remove that little bit of coverage the thong did provide. Ibiki stood holding one pair in his hand, then deliberately got another. He purchased a gift box, tissue, and a card in a stationary shop. His note was simple—“For my very own gladiator—I’m looking forward to the show. The second pair is in case you want to bring along your friend to pass the time while you wait. I want to see you hard for me when I arrive—Ibiki.”

Annoyingly, Kakashi hadn’t returned his call, so there was no chance of a good match or two with him today. But he had more important things to worry about—like getting a new job, a realtor, a place to rent or buy, a car, not to mention all the things that would have to be wrapped up in Colorado. Oh, and he had to plan for tonight’s session, too, and he would work out in the hotel’s gym and pool—with a new sub, he was hardly going to let his body go.


The package arrived at the shop at about 3:15. It was delivered by a woman from a florist shop along with a potted cactus in flower and a dozen red roses. The plant and roses were abandoned the minute the woman left, and Raidou and Genma hurried to the back room to see just what Ibiki had picked out. The note was neglected as the grey thong was pulled out and tossed between them.

“It could have been sheer or fishnet, you know,” said Genma, “That is pretty nice. Hot, revealing, but still pretty modest.” And not leather, studded, or chained, which could have scared you, he added internally. “It not pink or frilly, either,” he added as Raidou just held the thong in his hands looking frozen. “Hey, hey,” he said snapping his fingers, “check the box to see if there’s a note.” He could clearly see there was one, but he pretended not to, just because he wanted so badly to grab that note and read it, or to go over and shake Raidou and scream, “What are you thinking? What are you feeling?” It was much better if he just stood here not moving.

Raidou found the note and read it. And then suddenly before his eyes, Raidou was a smiling and happy sub. He had that look, that blissful, dreamy look that subs got—and then he was handing Genma the note and raising that grey thong to his cheek and rubbing it against his scarred cheek. Genma suddenly had a vision of Raidou in that thong on his bed with the petals of the roses scattered on it, a red rose in one hand and that pillowcase that Raidou had squeezed out Ibiki’s cum on in the other. He felt himself getting hard.

“Read it,” said Raidou, startling Genma.

He read it. And now he was rock hard. He sucked fiercely on his cinammen stick as he
reached in the box and drew out another matching thong.

“Please?” said Raidou, but there wasn’t any desperation or fear in his voice, just invitation and warmth. And suddenly Genma felt hot and confused, so he just nodded, not wanting to say anything. He dropped the thong back in the box and went to the water cooler, glad to turn his back on the sight of his best friend’s moment of happiness. But then he felt two arms snake around him and the press of his friend’s chest on his back and his aroused cock against his ass. “Thank you,” murmured Raidou. Genma’s heart started beating frantically in his chest. He felt tears fill his eyes, and he knew that if he tried to speak he’d cry. He just reached up with his hands and placed them over Raidou’s arms, holding them against his chest. They stood there like that for a long time until they both seemed to move at once. Genma got himself a drink from the water cooler while Raidou carried his box of roses into the front of the shop, selecting two bud vases and another tall vase from their stock for the roses.

Roses and a flowering cactus—thorns and blossoms on both—Genma wanted to comment on the symbolism, but each time he tried to think of how to bring it up, he couldn’t. Besides when he looked at Raidou’s peaceful, serene joy, and remembered how wretched he’d looked before the delivery, he didn’t want to say or do anything that might bring back that anxiety and pain.

Raidou put the roses in the big vase into the display window, and they seemed to work magic, drawing in more customers than they’d ever had on a hot Monday afternoon. Or maybe it was Raidou that made magic, for as Genma sat at his desk quietly staring at the electronic ledger on his computer screen he heard his friend say to one customer’s comments on the beauty of the roses, “They are the most beautiful roses I’ve ever seen to me because they are the first roses I’ve received from the one I’m in love with.”

“Oh, how romantic! And that vase is just perfect with them!”

“When I make a vase, I always hope that it will hold flowers given in love, given in times of happiness. When I see vases locked up in display cases sometimes it makes me feel a little sad that are reduced to just sight. A vase with flowers gives you reason to touch, to smell, and sometimes, it whispers to you.”

“Young man, are you a poet and a glass artist?” After a pause in which Raidou must have shaken his head no, she continued, “Ah, then it must be love bringing out the poetry in you! My daughter and son-in-law’s fifth wedding anniversary is next week. She was a June bride, my daughter, is there anything more beautiful? Can I see that vase on the top shelf there, the one with the green swirls and gold flecks? My daughter loves green, she always has. Ah, now that’s a beauty! It reminds me of Ireland . . .”

Genma didn’t hear the rest of the woman’s speech. He was caressing the bud vase on his desk, smelling the rose in it, and listening to hear if it whispered. As he tilted his head down to the rose in the bud vase of deep magenta and red with subtle streaks of violet, he heard Raidou’s voice in his mind saying, “Ibiki could make you into a sub in a second.” He jerked his head up so fast, he almost knocked over the vase. His cock strained against the tightness of his jeans, and looking down, he could see his nipples were pebbled under his t-shirt. He started down at his nipples, the bulge in his jeans, and thought about how it would look when he was standing next to Raidou in that thong, his erection and nipples there for everyone to see—for Raidou and Ibiki to see. He remembered how Raidou had described exactly what Ibiki had done to him, exactly how it had made him feel. He’d come three times this morning—once imagining what had had happened before Raidou had even gotten home, once hearing what had happened, and once more in the shower remembering what he’d heard.

Raidou was just on the other side of that unlocked door with a customer. He couldn’t come, poor boy; his cock was in a ring, and he’d been hard on and off all day. Lucky Ibiki! Dammit, if Raidou was going to be a sub, why hadn’t he turned to Genma? Why hadn’t it been this cock, this cock he was pulling out of his tight jeans, this cock that Raidou put his mouth around and used all his breathing control and lung power on? Genma could suddenly see his friend there, under his desk, sucking him harder and tighter than he’d ever been sucked. Oh, god, he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be jacking off thinking of his friend blowing him, thinking of his friend blowing him as he got fucked by his dom who scared Genma, who gave him the shivers. But he was spitting on his one hand and his other crept up under his t-shirt to his nipple.

And then in his fantasy it was his ass that was being fucked: Ibiki’s cock thrust into him fast and hard, forcing his own cock into Raidou’s face mercilessly, forcing it down into Raidou’s throat. Ibiki’s hands were pinching his nipples, and he could see Raidou’s ass as he was on his hands and knees before Genma, his mouth open, sucking in Genma’s cock. And that ass of his friend’s was red, red from being spanked, from being struck with the crop, and that buttplug was in there like it had been this morning. But this time it held in not just Ibiki’s cum, but his too. He’d filled Raidou’s ass, and now he was going to shoot in his mouth, right down his throat, just as Master Ibiki filled him, sprayed into him, then thrust another plug into him, just like the one in Raidou’s ass. And if he didn’t come just at the same time as Ibiki did, if he came too soon or too late, he’d feel that crop on his ass. Raidou would hold him down as Ibiki would stripe him.

With a loud moan, Genma came.