D/s Naruto

Additional Warning: WS

Chapter 82 (Monday 18 June 2007, evening)

Ibiki had waited until Genma and Raidou had gone into the dining room to leave the control room and go up the elevator to prepare Room 3. He’d rewound the security tape when he returned, fastforwarding to verify Zetsu’s assertion that nothing of interest had happened when he was gone.

When he led his Genma and Raidou into the room on their leashes, he went straight to the dom’s chair. He unclipped the leashes and sat in the chair, saying, “Kneel.” He looped up the leashes and leaning down, set them on the floor under the chair. He put the riding crop across his lap, close to his crotch. “Come, closer, boys. Put your heads on my knees.” Genma and Raidou moved closer and rested their heads on the soft black leather of Ibiki’s pants. His hands caressed their hair. They sat in silence like that for a while, and then Ibiki said, “Did you help each other get ready for tonight?”

“Yes, Master,” they said.

“Stand up and display, so I can see your preparation,” said Ibiki.

They stood up, moving into the classic position, legs a bit apart, groin and chest forward, hands clasped at the small of the back, eyes down. Ibiki studied them, looking at them intently. Even with his eyes down, Genma could feel that gaze on him, feel it looking at his erect cock and nipples, his shaven chest and legs.

“Give me the contract and schedule, Raidou,” said Ibiki.

“Here it is, Master,” said Raidou, pulling the envelope out of the waist of his thong, presenting it with a bow, before returning to his position.

Genma watched under his eyelashes as Ibiki opened the envelop and looked through the papers in an almost lazy way, before folding the papers back up and setting them under the chair as well. He picked up the crop, swinging it back and forth as he looked at them again. “Very nice, boys. Turn around,” he said. “Hands in front.”

Genma felt his ass clench involuntarily. The thong suddenly seemed worse than being naked. It was there deep between his buttcheeks, pulled tight by the straining of his erect cock against the front of the thong. It rubbed against his anus, and he was embarrassingly conscious that his ass muscles were tightening and loosening excitedly.

“Go to the table to your left and put the wrist restraints on each other. Check them carefully first, put them on, then lock them behind your backs, and return and kneel in front of me.”

Genma’s heart was now beating wildly. He forgot to say, “Yes, Master,” as Raidou did right away, and felt embarrassed as he said his like an echo of his friends. When he reached the table, he couldn’t help but notice that there were two matching small clear buttplugs in addition to the wrist cuffs, which were Uchiha’s regular black leather ones. One of each pair had an open padlock on one of metal D-rings set around each restraint. But it was the buttplugs that bothered Genma, making his anus tighten and then flare open, and he shivered. But they had orders to follow. The wrist cuffs were fine—no weaknesses or rough spots visible—and Raidou put one on him, then he one on Raidou. After the second cuffs were on, Genma felt a little panic, but Raidou just turned his back, presenting his cuffs, saying, “When you’ve fastened mine, just turn around and reach back to me, Gen.”

Gen. His nickname. How odd, how strange to hear his name in a scene, something that had never happened before. Nicknames, first names, were for lovers not doms and subs. But it was reassuring at the same time, and Genma reached back and found Raidou’s hands. He heard his padlock click closed, and he couldn’t help tugging his wrist apart to test how little mobility he had. It was hardly an inch, and the tugging made him feel suddenly vulnerable and helpless. They didn’t even have safewords! He had to struggle not to look at the room’s panic button. Then he was kneeling with his hands behind his back, straining not to fall. But when he was kneeling in front of Ibiki with his hands cuffed behind him, all he could think of was sucking Ibiki’s cock. His own cock twitched, and where the head rubbed on the fabric, he could feel a wetness.

“What are your safewords, Raidou?” asked Ibiki in a gentle voice, and Genma felt a little surge of relief at the thought that Raidou at least had had safewords from the moment Ibiki had leashed them.

“Bubblegum to stop what you are doing, Master, and bicycle to end the session,” said Raidou, and Genma couldn’t help but think that was very clever of Ibiki to have chosen words with happy, safe connotations.

“Genma, do you want your own words or will you be happy with those?” asked Ibiki, his tone a little different, less gentle, more sensual.

In fact, just the way he said Genma’s name had made him work to suppress a quiver, and by the time he was done the question, Genma was beginning to understand that nothing Raidou had told him had been an exaggeration. His voice did make you want to keep his attention on you, to just say anything to keep him talking and to keep that voice happy. “I am happy with bubblegum and bicycle, Master,” said Genma, taking a deep breath and holding himself back from adding that those were wonderful safewords and he appreciated having them and how perfect they were for Raidou.

“Did you shave each other?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did it make you both hard?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. When you shave, think of me, and remember how you are shaving to please me. The thought of you shaving with your nipples and cocks hard and firm pleases me a great deal. But I don’t want my boys to suffer. Shaving can sometimes cause painful ingrown hairs and rashes. Spread your knees, and let me see your inner thighs.”

“Yes, Master.” It should feel humiliating to do this, Genma thought, but it just feels like he cares so much. In a way it’s my fantasy of being an auctioned slave come to life. Master wants to see that what he has bought is healthy and in good condition. Dear god, kneeling with your legs apart and your hands behind your back puts a strain on your thighs—and this damn thong. My cock is straining obscenely at it, and my precum has stained it.

“You don’t seem to be having a problem, but if one develops, you need to treat it, and you have permission not to shave if that will help. Make sure to put lotion on each other’s inner thighs. Shaving every day should help avoid skin problems as the regrowth is often the cause of such things. Until I leave next Sunday, I want you to shave each other and put lotion on each other every day. When I leave, stop shaving everything from the waist to the collarbone. I’m proud of your manly bodies. You look very good shaved, but I like a little hair. I may ask you to shave your upper bodies again later on if you accept my training collars, however. Now, what else did you to do to prepare for tonight, did you give each other enemas?”

“No, Master.”

“Did you each clean out your ass for me?”

“Yes, Master,” said both of them, Genma blushing furiously as he had lied to Raidou about it and hid the trash under a towel and then put it in his bedroom trashcan.

“Who did you lie to, Genma?” asked Ibiki in that voice that just seemed to seduce.

“Raidou, Master,” admitted Genma, feeling ashamed.

“Don’t you have something else to say, Genma?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry for lying, Raidou.”

“About?” prompted Ibiki.

“I’m sorry I lied to you about giving myself an enema, Raidou,” said Genma, and then feeling Ibiki’s eyes on him and feeling this incredible urge to confess all, “I hid the trash in my room. That was mean, and I shouldn’t have made you feel like I looked down on subs or enemas or bottoms. Thank you for getting extras for me. You deserved my honesty. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise,” Genma paused, feeling miserably that now he had displeased by saying too much.

“I forgive you, Genma. I’m really happy you did that for Master,” said Raidou.

Genma blushed, but there was no way he was going to admit he didn’t do it for Master, but for some nameless guy he wanted to blow and have do him. But had he really been nameless, faceless? You wanted this, you want to suck his cock, Ibiki’s cock, yes, you want his cock in your ass, admit it, whispered a voice in his mind. You were just trying not to fantasized about your friend’s dom, weren’t you? No, no, I want to blow Raidou not, Ibiki. No, fuck, I want to blow them both. But I don’t want Raidou to fuck me—no way! Ibiki, Ibiki fucks Itachi, there’s no shame in being fucked by Ibiki. But why would there be shamed in being fucked by Raidou? Oh, shit, what was Ibiki saying?

“. . . schedule, Genma?”

“Master, Master, I, ah, don’t, I mean, I was distracted, Master; I didn’t hear the whole question, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir—Master, very sorry.”

“Were you thinking about what you were originally planning to do tonight, Genma?”

“No, Master! I—I did for a second, but I was thinking about wanting to suck your cock and suck Raidou’s cock. I want to suck cock bad, Master. I want to be fucked by you, Master. I can’t quite remember what’s is like when I want to do it, when it isn’t done to humiliate me.”

“Genma.” That was all he said, but it made Genma quiver and ache with desire. “Genma, you must focus for me. Sucking and fucking come once you have proven yourself, boy. Now I would like Raidou to leave at 8 tomorrow morning. That will give him two hours to get read and focused on work. I don’t want him working on a dangerous job with his mind on me, I want it on his job. When do you have to be in at work, Genma?”

“At 11, Master.”

“Will leaving at 8 be acceptable?”

“Yes, Master,” said Genma, trying not to look over at the big oversized bed in the room. Room 3 was for threesomes, threesomes of three big men, and the bed and bed linens had been custom made so that in fact four could sleep on the bed quite comfortably if they snuggled.

“Raidou is leaving at 8 acceptable?”

“Yes, Master. I love you, Master,” said Raidou.

“I know, Raidou. Now, boys, you have some nice erections there. It looks like your thongs aren’t able to handle it. Are the straps pressing in tight against your fuckholes?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want something in those little fuckholes?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s good. That’s how I like my boys, nice and hard and slutty, aching to have their holes filled. Now, when I fuck you, my pretty pets, I want you all stretched and ready for me. When you go home, I’m going to give you each five sizes of buttplug and a harness. When you next get ready to scene with me, you will give each other your enemas. You may use over the counter or get a nozzle adaptor, but you will each administer to the other as many enemas as it takes for the water to run clear. If there is a disagreement over if the fluid came out clean, if the one who says it was clean drinks a glass of it, it’s clean. Otherwise, do another. Do you understand?

“Yes, Master.”

“Now when you are clean, you will lube each other and put in the small plug and secure it with the harness. You will wear that a minimum of twenty minutes. If I want you nice and tight, you stop there. If I want you a little looser, you put in the next plug for another twenty minutes. The large size, I’ll ask for if I plan to be a little rough. Now, if I’m planning on fisting you two, you’ll put in the extra large plug. I want you to have that in for 30 minutes before our session starts. The double extra large is for nights we’ll be doing double penetration, and you need to allow for thirty minutes in that. So you need to plan your time carefully, boys. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” they said together, but before Ibiki could open his mouth, Genma in a bit of panic, said, “Master, I’m not sure I can keep from coming much longer.”

“Raidou, explain to Genma the rules about coming and masturbation.”

“Yes, Master. Genma, you can't come unless Master Ibiki gives you permission. When you’re close, tell him and he’ll give you a cockring or permission. Away from Master Ibiki, we can’t come, we can’t touch anything to pleasure ourselves.”

“And no touching each other for pleasure either, of course,” added Ibiki. “If you get hard preparing for me, that’s good because I’ll take care of it. Otherwise if you may suffer with it, or use a cold shower or ice. If your erection lasts dangerously long, for four hours, and ice and cold showers fail, you may come. But you will be punished severely for that, and I’ll want you to go to a doctor and make sure your cock is ok. Now, I won’t require what I’m about to say, since this is your period of consideration, but I recommend wearing and/or carrying a cockring. And those collars of consideration--you are to wear them in Uchiha’s at all times until our relationship is over, and at all times in whatever place or places you call home. You take them off just before leaving, and you put them back on the minute you arrive home. If you have someone over, you may of course cover or conceal the collar. At Uchiha’s, however, you may not.”

“Ah, Master,” said Genma, “our jobs require us to talk to doms and subs.”

“Ah, yes. Your jobs at Uchiha’s,” said Ibiki. “They do earn you a bit of money, but more importantly, you get access to a very expensive club that neither of you could afford to be members of. If I paid for your memberships as switches, would you still feel the need to work here?”

“No, Master,” said Raidou immediately.

But Genma had heard, “switches,” and it had almost made him come right then. But, domming Ibiki? Really? Fuck, falling for Raidou must have brought out the pussy in the guy, thought Genma, shocked, but smirking. Forgetting himself, he looked up at Ibiki, speculatively, trying to imagine himself fucking this giant scarred man in black leather.

Before the slap even landed, the smirk was gone from Genma’s face. He’d not looked at Ibiki for more than an instant when the man had risen from the chair and landed a slap so hard that Genma fell hard to the floor, tasted blood in his mouth, and was worried that one of his teeth was loose. Then feet in black leather boots pushed him face down on the floor, and a black boot sat heavy on the back of his neck. The riding crop came down hard on his ass, once, twice, and a third time.

“What does it say on your collar, bitch?” demanded Ibiki in a voice that was all the more terrifying for the eerie way it was both like the sweet, seductive voice that Ibiki had been using and unlike it, for now Ibiki sounded like a cold, emotionless, and brutal commander.

“My name is Genma. I am the property of Ibiki and Raidou, Master.”

“So what does that make you, Genma?” And when he said the name Genma in that half-strange and frigid, ruthless voice, the difference from the way he’d said it early was heartbreaking, shocking, making Genma suddenly feel he had lost something priceless.

“A submissive, Master, your bitch, Raidou’s bitch,” said Genma, his voice sounding weak. It’s just the blood in my mouth, he tried to tell himself, I’m not going to cry. I’ve taken fifteen strokes from a crop without crying, four different times. I’m a strong guy.

“And what does Raidou’s collar say?” continued that voice that it hurt Genma to hear.

“It says, `My name is Raidou. I am the property of Ibiki and Genma,’ Master.”

“And?”

“That means Raidou is your submissive and my submissive, Master. That means that both Raidou and I are both submissives and dominants to each other. We are switches, but we’re your bitches, Master,” concluded Genma, appalled at the way the rhyme had made his words sound flip.

“So why are you acting like a cur, like an ill-bred mongrel, bitch?” asked Ibiki.

Why? Why? What could he say, but the truth? “Because I’ve always acted that way as a submissive before, Master. I’m a terrible sub; no one praises me, no one wants me. I’ve never wanted to be a good one, Master, but I do want to for you. I’m sorry, Master. Please, please, give me another chance. Please, for the sake of Raidou—“

The crop landed on his shoulders, and Ibiki said, “Don’t you dare! Raidou! This is your bitch, now. Whether he is ever my bitch again depends upon you, boy!” The crop fell on the floor in front of Genma, truly shocking him. “Stand up and let me undo your cuffs, now, Raidou,” said Ibiki.

The sound of the padlock being undone was loud in the room. Then Raidou said, “Thank you, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” in a voice so full of sadness that the tears began to stream down Genma’s face. What had he done? Oh, god, Raidou—he was going to lose Raidou, lose Ibiki, lose his job at Uchiha’s, lose everything--“Raidou, I’m—“

Raidou kicked him in the face.

In the face.

With his foot.

Hard.

His hurt face, his face Ibiki had slapped—but on the other side from the slap. But did it matter if he kicked him on the slapped side or not? Raidou had kicked him in the face!

“This is how you try hard? This is your best? This is how you treat a Master? You use Master’s name, you stare insolently at Master, you offer nothing and expect everything? I thought that you loved me, that you wanted to be with me and share my life. I thought that you weren’t afraid to experiment, that you realized that submitting takes more courage for men like us. When we submit, we are showing we are not afraid, that we are real men who face the demons, face the fear, and live beyond the little cookie cutter that society limits a man too. Genma, I put that collar on you, thinking that it would make it easier for you. I was wrong to do that. But I love you, and I tried to protect you, the way you protect me and keep me from being strong. You make it so I don’t have to be strong because I have you. But Ibiki showed me I wasn’t living like a man, I was living like a child. I want to be a man again. Submitting to Ibiki makes me more, not less. Have you ever thought Kakashi is less than a man for being a slave?”

But before Genma could respond, Raidou said, “No, don’t answer. I don’t want hear you voice yet. Genma, think about what you were just offered. You would have a membership at Uchiha’s. You could be my dom. I won’t dom you unless Master Ibiki or you want me to. You would have the chance to have a dom that everyone respects. And he’s a kind, wonderful Master if you give him what he wants, what he deserves. A man who has suffered like he has suffered and can be both kind and strong—he’s what I aspire to be. I admire him, and I love him. I hope to be worthy of him. He deserves respect and obedience, and I will give it to him, and if I can protect him or make his life easier by making sure he doesn’t experience insult or ingratitude, I will.”

“I’m going to punish you, Genma, I’m going to show you how serious I am. You will learn that in front of Ibiki, you are a bitch, a fuckhole, even a toilet if he wants. I am not a fool, Genma although you, more than anyone, know I have been one in the past, and I have done foolish things. I will serve no Master that knowingly destroys trust, violates a contract, or does evil. Our Master is a good master, Genma. He can train you and me, and if you let him, he will take you to pleasure you’ve only imagined or dreamt of Genma. Give him a chance, give me chance, and give yourself a chance. Take the punishment, and then try, really try. If you can’t, Genma, it will be ok. Hayate couldn’t. I never thought that you and I would end up like Hayate and you, but maybe that’s our destiny.”

And at that point Genma lost control of his tears, and the pain took over. He sobbed heartbrokenly, reliving the pain of Hayate’s loss and freshly mourning the loss of his self-illusions. The truth of Raidou’s words was brutal, and Genma had never hated himself so much. The happy lies of the past—that he was the manly one, the big savior, the hero, the selfless one who sacrified for his friend, the man who was afraid of nothing, the person who cared for and helped Raidou more than any other—these lies were so painful to confront, and the little bit of truth in each was now tainted and seemed so minute that it was easier to think of himself as hopeless or evil—

“Genma! Genma!” and then Raidou, Raidou who had kicked him in the face, pulled him into his arms, holding Genma as he sobbed, letting him cling. Genma didn’t know how long he cried, but then suddenly he had cried himself out, and just lay with his head on Raidou’s shoulder, feeling his hands caressing his back. How many times after Hayate had left had he cried like this? Too many—but it had been a long time now since they had sat this way. He’d covered up his hurt with jokes and laughter and mockery. He’d forgotten he had held on to Raidou as he cried, and he’d forgotten that friendship was a two-way street.

“Genma, I love you, and I am going to punish you as your Master,” said Raidou, his hand now stilling, moving to pull Genma’s head from his shoulder, holding it where they could look at each other, “When the punishment is over, you are forgiven. We start fresh. But for now, I am your Master. Kneel.”

“Yes, Master Raidou,” said Genma humbly, kneeling.

And Raidou stood before him. “You are the submissive of a submissive, the bitch of a bitch. You want to suck cock, you want to be fucked, you must want to please, you must want to endure to please. You must be willing to be nothing. Only when you have given everything will you experience the pleasure a dom gives to a sub. Face on the ground, bitch, show me your ass.”

“Yes, Master,” and Genma moved as quickly as he could. The crop struck him, sometimes hitting new skin, sometimes the skin that had already been struck, but he wanted, oh, he wanted to prove his love for Raidou. He wanted Ibiki to let him stay with them, to talk to him in that sweet voice again, to say his name once more in that magic voice, not in that cold one. So he pushed his ass up to meet the blows, he thanked Raidou for each one, and when he couldn’t help the tears or the quivering in his voice or the flinching of his body, he still was humble, he still tried. He lost track of the blows, but then they stopped.

“Kneel, bitch,” said Raidou.

“Yes, Master,” said Genma rising up on his knees, hope filling him that he had pleased, that he had done his best.

“Open your mouth and drink my piss, drink every drop, bitch,” ordered Raidou.

“Thank you, Master,” said Genma, determined to do it without hesitation, without fail. He’d only done this once before when he was seventeen and drunk. And then the hot, gold pee was coming at him fast, and he took it all. He deserved this, this was his punishment, not for that look at Ibiki, but for not seeing he was hurting not helping Raidou. And Raidou, his Raidou whom he loved, loved more than he’d ever loved Hayate, he could now see, now understand, had said he would forgive him if he just endured and did his best. This wasn’t acid, this wasn’t a knife carving into his skin, this was just pee. He drank it, thinking how beautiful Raidou’s cock and balls looked shaved, remembering that the price of shaving them, of getting to suck them, and the price to drink their cum was to do this, to drink this. And then there was nothing left, and Raidou was tying his thong back over his flacid cock, and Genma cried out, “Thank you, Master! I love you, Master!” aware that somehow when he was drinking that pee, his own cock had become half hard. And as soon as he thought about that, he was fully hard.

Raidou’s soft laughter--was there anything more beautiful? Did that mean he had pleased? That he was forgiven? He was still loved?

Raidou moved away, but Genma kept his eyes down, not even trying to peek, not wanting to, wanting only to please.

Then Raidou was touching his cock and balls, fitting him with a ring over the base of his cock and tight above his balls, and Genma cried out, “Thank you, Master! I love you, Master Raidou! I truly thank you and will try, Master!”

But there was no response, and Raidou didn’t touch him. He didn’t deserve it, but Master wasn’t punishing him anymore, wasn’t yelling anymore.

“Master Ibiki, I have punished Genma. Please forgive him, forgive me, Master,” said Raidou.

“A beautiful punishment, Raidou. You’ve earned yourself a kiss, my love,” said Ibiki, his voice so full of love, Genma started to silently cry. One day, one day, he would have that said to him, he vowed. He could hear Raidou’s little cries, little murmurs, and the sound of tongues.

After what seemed forever, Ibiki said, “Shhh. Genma.”

The way Ibiki said his name made Genma feel like he had just eaten something warm on a cold day and its warmth was spreading out from his belly and filling him up. He was so warm, so happy, “Master, thank you! Master! My Master! Please, may I kiss your feet?”

“Yes, Genma. Your kisses on my boots would please me, my boy,” said Ibiki.

My boy—he was Ibiki’s boy again! And the pleasure that filled him now was like a burning golden nectar from the gods, and all his pain somehow gone—his face didn’t ache, his eyes weren’t tired and sore from crying, his shoulders and ass didn’t burn from the crop, his throat and mouth didn’t feel gross and dirty—he felt wonderful. He threw himself down, not afraid to fall on his face because of his handcuffed hands. He slid forward to those boots and kissed them, licked them, worshipped them. He was pleasing Ibiki.

“Genma, come up here on my knee, baby,” said Ibiki.

“Master! Oh, Master!” cried Genma, overwhelmed, and somehow then he was held, held by Ibiki and Raidou, sitting on partially on Ibiki and partially on Raidou, who already in his lap.

Ibiki undid his padlock and said, “Put your arms around my neck and kiss me, Genma.”

“Oh, Master, I’m not worthy of a kiss,” said Genma.

“You are worthy, Genma. My bitches are good boys, and they’ve earned their kisses. Please me, let me taste you, taste your punishment, taste your tears. Give him a hickey on his shoulder, Raidou, as we kiss,” said Ibiki.

“Master!” was all Genma had time to cry out before their lips met, and Ibiki thrust into his mouth. Raidou slithered out from under Genma to stand behind him, his chest against Genma’s back and his mouth kissing, sucking, and loving his right shoulder. But Genma only vaguely realized this, for Ibiki’s hand was now on his face and head, holding him, so his mouth could access all Genma’s, drowning Genma in his taste, his tongue conquering, seducing, devastating—never had a kiss left him so weak with desire, so lost in pleasure, so dazed he felt that they were all floating somehow. With each heartbeat, they were swaying in the air, like they were drifting in the sea. When Ibiki’s mouth finally withdrew, Genma’s head fell back, offering his collared throat to Ibiki. He said in a voice that he hardly recognized as his own, “Master, I love you!”

Because he did, he was in love, helplessly in love, the collar and cuffs on his body now seeming symbolic to him of how he was unable to oppose his Master’s will, to resist his Master’s voice, and, sadly, to capture his Master’s heart. And then it seemed as if they all floated over to the bed, and his hands were somehow cuffed above his head, and Raidou kissed him as he felt Ibiki’s mouth on his chest, his shoulders, his ear. Then Ibiki was kissing him, and Raidou was kissing and sucking on his asscheek. Then two mouths moving as one were on his nipples, his chest, his hips. And his thong was gone, and those lips, those tongues were on his balls, his cock. And then the rings on his cock and balls were gone, he was on his side, his cock deep in a warm, wet mouth, and a wet tongue was plunging in his ass, licking, swirling, sucking, fucking. But he knew he couldn’t come without permission, and he struggled, crying, begging, and then his best try was not enough, and he failed. He was coming, coming, in waves as they rocked in the ocean—the pleasure rolling over and ripping through him, dying out, then rising up again, exploding, and racing away. It was the ocean because he could taste the salt water, feel the rocking, the waves, the wetness. And it didn’t matter if he had permission or not because the ocean couldn’t be stopped, would never be stopped.

“Genma, Genma, Genma,” they said.

“I’m sorry I failed, Masters,” he tried to say and maybe he did, or maybe he didn’t—for it was dark on the ocean under the stars.

“No failure, love, no failure, love, only love, you are loved,” said the voices, rocking him to sleep in their arms.

He drifted, sleeping on his raft, for he was on a raft, till he heard someone crying. He swam to the sound, swam to the light, swam past old lovers and other customers, past the woman from the shop and her daughter, the June bride, floating in the big green vase, past Hayate and his wife sitting on a huge clam shell, past Itachi riding on the back of Kisame who was a giant shark, and past Kotetsu and Izumo who were making love in the water. And at last Genma reached the sand and rising up on his feet, found himself in Room 3, lying in the big bed on silky navy blue sheets. And Raidou was being fucked, fucked hard by Ibiki, so hard the big bed was shaking, and that had been why he had thought he had been at sea. It was beautiful to watch, and he knew that one of these men had drank his come and one had rimmed his ass, and he was sad he'd been so happy that he’d not quite been there. Which had done which? How much had happened? What had been a dream? And laughing softly, he quoted Keats to himself in a whisper, “Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?”

Then Raidou came, crying loudly, and Ibiki pulled out and sprayed his cum on Raidou’s body as well, mixing their cum together. Ibiki lay on the other side of Raidou, and he said, “Genma, Genma, kiss me.”

Their mouths met over Raidou’s body, and then they were kissing and smearing their faces in the cum, licking some, kissing again, then moving up to Raidou’s face, sharing and mixing the kisses, the licking. And remembering how he’d felt two mouths moving on his, he looked over at Ibiki as he began to lick his side of Raidou clean. He watched Ibiki mirror him, and Raidou the whole time moaned and cried out words of love and things that didn’t quite make sense or form words.

And then Ibiki was gone, and Genma slid up Raidou’s body and whispered in Raidou’s ear, “You were right, and I was wrong. So good, so good, Raddie.”

“I love you, Gen-Gen,” said Raidou, using that nickname Genma hated, but tonight, tonight it was just part of how adorable Raidou was. And then Ibiki was wiping them down, giving them water, crawling in between them. They each curled on “their” side of Ibiki—Raidou, on Ibiki’s left, and Genma, on Ibiki’s right. And Master’s hand caressed them and held them.

“Rest for awhile, my loves, rest,” said Ibiki. And then he, like Genma, whispered a line of Keats, “`Already with thee! Tender is the night,’ yes, tender and young, plenty of time.” But as he said that Ibiki mentally reminded himself that he needed to give Raidou his promised punishment. And he wanted very much to spend part of the night giving Genma a challenge that might earn him a chance to suck cock and to be fucked—neither of which had happened yet. His hands found the collars on each of the younger men snuggled on either side of him. Yes, he hadn’t quite claimed Genma yet, but the boy had already won a little piece of Ibiki’s heart. He was his bitch mentally, and soon he would be physically as well.

Ibiki was so proud of these two beautiful, strong men, and all the emotional work they’d done tonight, the breakthroughs in self-knowledge. Yes, they’d faced their fears and won. A little rest, and then they would learn a few more things about themselves and each other. And Ibiki, he too was facing his fears, taking risks. The last time that he’d made himself this vulnerable, that he given his love to a man, was a long, long time ago. Loving two men—was it easier, as there were better odds that at least one would survive? Or was it worse—as the loss of one might slowly kill the other? Was daring to love two simply inviting double the pain, double the loss? Or had he learned from all his many losses over the years how to protect his loved ones? `And will you freeze up and debate this, Ibiki, or will you seize what life had brought you, be damned the price?’ he asked himself. And lying there with his two boys in his arms, Ibiki knew he had already chosen. No matter how many times his heart had been broken, it wouldn’t give up. He had found love again, and this time, this time, no one was going to be tortured, no one was going to die.


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A/N: Wow! A thousand reviews! That really means a lot to me! I've been have a lot of sad times as my cat does have cancer, so escaping to the D/s world and reading such wonderful reviews has been great these last few days. I should pick a Keirban? number, some number of reviews that when it happens, the winner gets something--I could write you a oneshot of your choice. I'll have to research those Keriban? things and get back to you. Some people have wondered what is coming next. I don't have a clear order, but there will be the Dwayne's dinner chapter which may actually take a few chapters as we are going to hear a completely ludicrous plotline to explain why an internationally famous judo expert would allow his son to be raised in foster care and ignore him. I'm warning you it will be just as ludicrous as the whole Sasuke and Itachi thing, but hopefully since it is in the past that will be ok.

What else is coming? More of the threesome, hopefully more happy sex and less angst. Neji getting picked up with Sai who must come in a buttplug as ordered--sex either in the bathroom or office or parking lot most likely. One more Hiashi and Kimimaro as I want to give more of the sordid backstory of the twins and turn them both into switches, cause all my favorite couples switch! I want to write something more romantic about Kank and Shino having to return to work and be apart. They'll have to have doubts and angst, but they will get a "I hate the sun" dawn scene in the grand tradition of Romeo and Juliet and John Donne, but of course, this scene will be but a dirt spec or booger in said grand tradition.

Thanks again!
Love,
Hestia