Izumo's Problem

IX.

Kotetsu was drunker than he’d ever been in his life. He thought, this is, officially, bar none, the weirdest day of my life. My head is spinning too much. And how the hell didn’t I know that so many elite jounins were bisexual?

“Well, Ko-kun,” said a drunk Toshi, “That’s cause after a certain point, the better you get as a ninja, the less you get laid.”

Kotetsu stared at Toshi horrified. I’m so drunk, he thought, I can’t tell if I’m talking to myself or aloud?

“You’re talking aloud, Ko-kun. Don’t fret it. That sort of thing happens when you drink scrum,” Toshi reassured him.

“Scrum? I’m drinking, scrum?”

“Shh, pretty, don’t worry about it,” whispered a voice that he recognized.

“You!”

“Yeah, it’s me, pretty, I got you, so just listen to Toshi,” said that voice.

“Toshi pissed off Kuuuuroowhu,” observed Kotetsu, staring at the brunette whose hair had been trimmed by his best friend’s lover’s kunai.

“Kurohyou, eh?” said a guy standing up to Kotetsu’s right, “I guess Pan isn’t a good enough name for him anymore. Ah, well, here’s to Kurohyou!”

“Kurohyou!” cried a lot of voices, and Kotetsu found himself with another glass of the weird drink everyone was calling scrum. I really shouldn’t drink this cause my chair is all weird and moving.

“Hey, little straight chuunin, listen up,” demanded Toshi when the toast was done. “Let me tell you why we’re all bi, and you should do Shu.”

“What the fuck!” cried Kotetsu, almost falling off his chair, but for some weird reason not as if his chair had grown arms and caught him.

“I said to listen up, Ko-kun, cause I’m telling you why we’re all bi, and you should be to. What, are you too drunk to use your damn ears?”

A weird wetness tickled his one ear, and Kotetsu batted at it, saying, “No, Bi-san.”

“Oh, you can call me, Toshi, Ko-kun. But really it’s a horrible shock no one tells you about. Why not, Kakashi? Why not warn us?”

Everyone stared over at Kakashi, who was sitting on a bookcase that contained nothing but his own copy of Icha, Icha Tactics. He was sipping scrum through a straw that slid in a small hole in his mask. He just shrugged.

“Yeah, if you’d told me, I wouldn’t have believed it,” said Toshi, confusing Kotetsu who was sure the copy nin hadn’t spoken.

“It happened to me after my first S-class mission,” said Toshi.

“Yeah, me too,” said someone whose name Kotetsu had forgotten, and others nodded agreement.

“Well, it’s completely the opposite of what you’d think because all your life up to that point, the stronger, the more skilled you are, the more you get pussy and dick thrown at you. So you think it will always happen that way, right?”

There was a chorus of agreement.

“But then, one day, it just happens. That pussy, that dick--everytime you get so close you can taste it, it runs away scared or because they’re not worthy. Not that they ask your fucking opinion either about being worthy. And there’s nothing you can do about the ones that are scared. So basically you take what you can get, in any form.”

“Zumo says it’s safe to fuck you guys, but scary safe though cause you’re all really fucking kinky, not vanilla,” said Kotetsu.

“That hair of yours, Ko-kun, says that you’re not a vanilla kind of guy,” said Toshi.

“Yeah, you look like the kind of guy that likes a little kink,” said the guy on the couch next to him, the heavy-set one called Ritsu.

“Are you as kinky as your friend, Izumo?” asked the little one they called the Turtle.

“Until today, I always was the wilder one,” said Kotetsu. “Like Zumo, you know, he’s romantic, he’s not a whore like me.”

“You charge for sex? How much, Spiky?” said another with a leer that disgusted Kotetsu.

“Zumo, I’m killing you for getting me involved with dangerous fucking horny ANBU assholes. Like I care about if his cock gets as red as his hair anyway. Wow, they punched that fucker asking me what I charge. And he’s like gone. Weird. Maybe it’s this scrum shit. What an ass though. Like he never heard the word whore used that way. I need to get the fuck out of here. I keep hearing people laughing, and the way this chair is shaking isn’t right.”

“Stop thinking aloud, pretty.”

“Pretty? Pretty! You! You’re that one that brought us here! The molester! I’m not talking to you!”

“Ko-kun, you were molested!”

“Kotetsu, tell us please. We’ll make sure it never happens again.”

“Well, fuck I’m not sure I want that,” said Kotetsu in the quiet voice that indicated he thought he was talking to himself. “Nah, never mind, it was nothing memorable,” he said waving his glass.

The guy next to him refilled it without him noticing as he mumbled to himself, “I wish I could forget it. Why the hell did it have to feel so fucking good? Why is life so fucking perverted? No, he’s perverted. No, they’re all perverted. Why do ANBU guys have to jack you off in bathrooms? Like what’s up with that?”

Kotetsu took a big drink of his scrum. “I guess it’s cause their so fucking good at it, you think it had to be a god-damn dream. It’s like beyond an orgasm, like an uber-orgasm. Maybe it’s a genjutsu? Fuck, yeah, it had to be a genjutsu. Oh, like maybe that explains everything. Like this whole day’s been a genjutsu? Ibiki the gay---“

There was a hand over his mouth, and a voice said, “Shhhh, pretty, don’t be talking about Ibiki. Don’t even think about Ibiki. Why don’t you think about that redhead you’re crazy about?”

“I’m not crazy about him! I just want him to blow me, that’s all. And maybe—“

There was that hand over his mouth again.

“You like blowjobs, Ko-kun?” asked Toshi.

“Yeah, doesn’t everyone with a cock?”

“Do you like giving them?” asked Turtle, “Cause I was really surprised how much I liked that. I mean, you know it feels good to just watch you lover come apart, and know it’s you, all you, your mouth, tongue, and throat doing that for them. And they can’t fake it.”

“Yeah, you nailed it, Turtle. I like it when they come in my throat,” said Toshi.

“I like it sprayed on my face,” said Ritsu.

“I like both,” said Turtle.

“Throat,” said the one whose name Kotetsu couldn’t remember.

“So do you like to swallow or be sprayed, Kotetsu?”

“I don’t do that. I mean like I’ve never sucked a cock in my life. I’ve never wanted to either. I don’t do that shit. I don’t even touch my own nipples. Jesus god, how could Izumo let Kuuurrrooohyou do that? And that spanking shit? And fuck, man, he was loving it. He really, really loves that guy.”

“To Kurohyou and Izumo!”

“Kurohyou and Izumo!” came the cries as more cups were drunk and filled.

Kotetsu emptied his and held it out to be refilled, but his hand kept moving away from the bottle for some reason. He stared at it, frowned, and then said, “Hey, someone’s holding my hand.”

“No more to drink, pretty. You’ve had enough.”

“Pretty? Pretty! You!”

“Me!”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Oh, well,” said Kotetsu, “I’m sleepy. This scrum stuff’s strong.”

“Time for bed, pretty?”

“Yeah, didn’t sleep last night. Tired. Fucked a redhead half the night. Nice tits, and that hair, god, I love the redheads. But yappity, yapp, yapp. And the fucking nailsss. Just wanted her outs. I’m never ever ever fuckin doing her again. And her hair isn’t as nice as his. Not as long, not as red. I really wanna touch it.”

“That’s good, pretty. So you want to go to bed?”

“Sleepy. Wanna jack off and go to sleep. Wanna pretend I’ve got that red hair around my dick.”

“OK, pretty, let’s go do that.”

“`K,” said Kotetsu. “Got to say good-bye.” And then, he half shouted, “Hey, thanks for the scrummy stuff! Nice party! Thanks! Bye, Bi-san. Good-bye to the bi’s! I gotsta go, so, ah, see you around!”

And then the voices seemed to come at Kotetsu from everywhere: “Good-bye, Tetsu!”

“See you, Kotetsu!”

“Bye cherry boy!”

“Have fun, Ko-kun!”

“It was nice to meet you, Kotetsu. Please join us for another party soon.”

“Suck up!”

“And who’s going to be there if Shu lets him slip through his fingers?”

“He’s holding his scrum better than you did the first time.”

“No way, I never mistook someone for a chair!”

“Shhhhhh!”

And then the weird confusing babble of voices was gone, and Kotetsu was in the streets, exactly where that awful Raccoon-molester had approached him and Zumo and offered to take them to Kurohyou’s place. And didn’t at first—the bastard took him to his place to change cause ANBU guys don’t party in uniform. And none of them had been in uniform but Kakashi, who wasn’t ANBU anymore. And as he was thinking that, he noticed he was up on the roofs, floating towards his apartment, wait, no, he was being carried to his apartment. They were landing on his balcony, then moving inside the glass door to the other side by jutsu, not his, cause he couldn’t have used his chakra now unless his life depended on it. And he was being carried to his bedroom like a bride.

Kotetsu started giggling.

“What’s so funny, pretty?” said the one carrying him.

“You’re carrying me like a bride. I’m just a drunk guy, stupid.”

The one carrying him sighed deeply and said in a sad, sad voice, “Yes, you’re really, really drunk.”

“Sorry to make you sad. You’re nice,” said Kotetsu.

“Am I, pretty?” asked the man holding him, setting him on the bed. “Look up at me, see me, and tell me that.”

Kotetsu looked. Oh. Him. The redhead. Shu. The Raccoon-molester. The one with the amazing, amazing hands. The one that made him come so hard and so good he’d blacked out a little. The one that kept calling him pretty and making him feel all fluttery. The one he wanted to suck his cock. The one he wanted to see with that gorgeous red hair all loose.

“You want me to suck your cock, pretty?”

“I’m still talking aloud, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but it’s the scrum. It’s a home-made brew, illegal to sell cause it’s laced with drugs and chakra.”

“Liquid chakra?”

“Sort of, pretty. It affects everyone differently, but strongly. And the first times the worse or the best, depending on how you look at it.”

“Why have I never heard of it before?”

“Top secret. I’ll have to kill you if you tell anyone about it.”

“You won’t kill me. You want me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I want you, pretty. But I want you for more than one drunken night, so I guess I’ll be sleeping on the floor.”

“You better fucking blow me! I mean, come on, it’s like expected. I’m drunk, and you took me home. Aren’t you supposed to take advantage of me?”

“You want me to? You expected me to?”

“I sorta expected more. I thought you’d try to fuck me. I got drunk cause I can’t decide if I want to say yes or no, and that way if I hate it, I can blame the drinking.”

“So if I don’t please you when I fuck you, you’re going say I molested you when drunk, and never give another guy a chance?”

“Yup, that’s the plan!”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’m so fucking good that you’ll be begging for it by the time I’m done, pretty. So you ready to see if the carpet matches the drapes?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“You wanna see my cock, you wanna see just how red it gets? You wanna see how hard it is for you, pretty?”

“Yeah.”

“You hard for me? Is that pretty cock of yours filling up your pants?”

Kotetsu moaned as a hand ran over the front of his pants.

“Ah, god, shit,” he gasped as the fingers tightened around the taunt fabric of his pants.

“Pay attention, pretty. My name is Shu. Did you get that?”

“Shu,” breathed out Kotetsu.

“That’s right, pretty. Remember that name. Cause that’s the name I want to hear you cry out when you come for me. And you’re going to come for me, more than once, pretty, drunk or not, and you’re going to beg me for more.”

“Shu!” gasped Kotetsu.

“Ah, you’re a good boy, pretty, a very good boy. And good boys get rewards,” said Shu, undoing Kotetsu’s pants and reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock.

“Ah, pretty, wet already? Craving my touch?”

Kotetsu thrust his hips up, moaning, “Yes! Want to feel you jerk me again, want to feel you against me, Shu.”

“Ah, pretty, that’s why I’m here, baby, I’m going to take care of those wants. But first you have to kiss me, Kotetsu.”

“Don’t wanna, you’re a guy.”

“Yeah, I’m the guy that does this to you, aren’t I?” And then that hand, that magic hand, now wet with something slick, moved over his dick and made Kotetsu cry out and push up with hips again. The hand tightened and twisted, and Kotestu gasped as a shiver of pleasure rippled over him.

But then, dammit, it stilled. “Who am I, Kotetsu?”

“Shu,” moaned Kotetsu, “Shu with the gorgeous hair and the magic hands.”

“Kiss me, Kotetsu,” said Shu, pulling the tie off of his hair and giving it a shake so it spilled down over his shoulders, so long it was almost touching the bed.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous, Shu,” said Kotetsu, reaching up to run his hands through that hair.

“Sad Shu, because his pretty won’t kiss him,” he corrected pulling away to stand up by the bed.

And he did look sad, genuinely sad, and Kotetsu suddenly panicked. He wasn’t going to leave, now was he? Not when Tetsu’s cock was out and wet and all those lovely promises had been made and that hair was now finally, finally down around him?

“A kiss,” said Shu.

“A kiss, and I get what I want?”

“A kiss, and we get what we want,” corrected Shu.

And Kotetsu smiled and put up his arms, saying, “Come back, Shu, don’t think I can stand. I’ll kiss you, but if you don’t fucking get me off, I’ll never, never forgive you.”

Then with a smile, that body slowly sat back down on the bed and leaned over. That gleaming mass of red hair spilled down around Kotetsu, and those lips hovered about his, saying, “Kiss me, Kotetsu.”

“Gonna kiss you, Shu,” said Tetsu, “So don’t get sick. Just a guy, you know.” And then Kotetsu pressed his lipes against the one’s above him. And those lips moved over his soft and sweet, gentle, loving. It was a simple, slow kiss, no tongues, just lips on lips. But when Shu raised his head up a bit, Kotetsu found himself breathless. He opened his mouth and sucked in air. And then he opened his eyes and found himself looking into Shu’s cinnamon-colored eyes. Beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“Kiss me, Kotetsu,” said Shu’s soft voice.

And Kotetsu lifted up his mouth immediately and closed that little gap between their faces, pressing his lips against those soft ones more firmly. And then suddenly arms closed around him, and the lips above his pressed down more firmly, and he felt the first flicker of a tongue. Cautiously he let his lips open, and that tongue teased at his. Oh, oh, he could kiss, really kiss. It had been a long time since he had shared something like this. So this must be why women liked it so much when he thrust his tongue in their mouth, why they wanted to kiss all night. It was odd to kiss mostly with his tongue in his own mouth, with someone more aggressive than he, with someone so much better than he. Oh, god, that sucking followed by those thrusts, oh, god, that, was, that was--

“Ahhhh,” Kotetsu moaned into the kiss, and then, then, well, he was lost. It was like that first kiss way back in the academy, when he was high and giddy for hours afterwards. It was a kiss that made him want with an intensity that shocked him. He needed that tongue, needed that mouth, needed this sucking, passionate thing that was more like making love with your mouth than kissing.

“Good boy,” said Shu, gently pulling away. Kotetsu let out a little cry of protest and his hands gripped in that red hair and tried to pull that mouth back down to his.

“Shhhh, pretty, I’ll let you kiss me some more. Now didn’t you want to see my body?”

“Yes,” said Kotetsu. “Yes, get naked. I’ll get naked.”

“Who are you going to get naked for, Kotetsu?” asked the redhead as he undid his shirt buttons.

“You. Shu.”

“But I’m a guy, just a guy,” he said, sliding his shirt off his shoulders.

Oh, he was a guy alright. Ripped. Scarred. Pierced. He had fucking nipple rings. Nipple rings. “No, no, not just a guy,” he said. “You’re Shu, sexy Shu with the magic hands that’s going to suck my cock.”

“And you want that, don’t you? You want my man’s mouth on your cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, and I want to suck on your nipple rings.”

“You want to shove that hard cock of yours into my throat, don’t you, pretty?”

“Oh, god, god, yeah, I want that. But I want to touch you, touch those rings, I want to see your back, see if you have a raccoon tatt there, the way Kurohyou has a black panther.”

“You want to see my back, pretty?”

“Yes, please, Shu, show me.”

“Ah, please sounds good from your lips, pretty, so good. Here you go, look your fill.” And he shook his head, swinging all that long red hair over one shoulder, so it spilled down one side of his chest. It was a move that Kotetsu had seen countless women do, but somehow when Shu did it, it made his cock jump wildly and more precum well out. And then he turned. There was a tatt. But it wasn’t a raccoon. It wasn’t an animal, plant, or even a thing. But it was beautiful—bold red swirls and slashes, across his shoulder blades and down the spine—all the way down. It disappeared under Shu’s pants which were still on for some stupid reason.

Kotetsu reach out and using Shu’s body as support, struggled to his knees, and let his hands trace the patterns. And losing his balance his face fell forward against that back. And there were those exotic markings there beneath his lips. His tongue came out on its own and began to trace those patterns. Ah, this skin, this skin tasted good, smelled good. His hands crept around the body before him, and then one found the cool metal of a ring and began to play, flipping it up, tracing it with his index finger even as his tongue traced those marks—

And then suddenly his hand was moved away from that metal ring, and the body in his arms and beneath his tongue, turned around. And a hand gripped his hair and pulled his mouth up, even as that head tipped down, and Kotetsu was lost in another kiss. When this one broke, he was lying on his back on the bed, bucking up, rubbing his erection against Shu’s body, feeling that if that kiss had just gone on a little longer, if their cocks had rubbed together just a little longer, even through the fabric of Shu’s pants, he would have come. Ah, god, his cock was ready, so ready to come. But Shu was standing up again.

“I wanna come, I need to come,” said Kotetsu, “and if you keep stopping like this, I’ll do it myself.” And he started to do that, putting his hand down to grip his erection, sliding it up and down.

“If you do, you’ll regret it, Kotetsu, cause it’s not going to feel like the way it does when I make you come,” said Shu.

“Make me come, Shu, touch me,” said Kotetsu.

“Sure, pretty. How about we take these clothes of yours off?”

Eagerly Kotetsu helped the man above him strip him, and when the last piece of clothing was gone from his body, he pulled Shu down on to his naked skin, rubbing up against him, surprised to feel fabric below the ANBU nin’s waist. Why, why did Shu still have his pants on? Ah, but then, there was another kiss, a kiss that was somehow deeper and wetter. And this time when that mouth pulled away, he whimpered, and his hands didn’t just grip that red hair, they jerked and tugged. But that mouth and those cinnamon eyes weren’t coming closer.

“Now, pretty, focus for me. Here’s the million-yen question, how do you want to come for your first orgasm, hand or mouth?”

“Oh, god, yes, make me come, make me come.”

“Hand or mouth?”

“I don’t care!”

“Hand or mouth?”

“Shu!”

“Yes?”

“Shu, please,” said Kotetsu.

“Ah, pretty, that’s what I want to do. I want to please you. Now do you want my hand or my mouth?”

“Your mouth, your teasing, bragging mouth!”

And that was exactly what Kotetsu got. A mouth sucking his cock. He’d had lots of mouths suck his cock. He’d sleep around, been a bit of whore. He’d been deep throated by two dozen or more women. But never, never, like this. Nothing so tight, so hot, letting him go so deep. And when he couldn’t help himself and tightened his grip on that red hair and bucked wildly into that throat, there was no choking, no struggling, nothing but a tongue, mouth, and throat that seemed designed just for his cock. And somehow it stopped being him thrusting and pulling on that hair, but that mouth, tongue, and throat moving down on him, swallowing, devouring him, making him moan and shake, curse, and finally cried out that name again and again until with a shriek he came at last.

When his orgasm finally stopped, the room still seemed to be spin violently, and someone was sobbing. And then it sunk in that he was the one crying, and he tried to stop, tried to get the spinning feeling to halt. And warm arms grasped him, Shu’s lips found him, and he realized it was his own heart and lungs that were spinning now, not his brain or the room. He clung to those lips, to that body, to the red hair spilling over him. And when he felt a hand on his cock, rubbing, stroking, and he realized he was hard again—or maybe he’d never gone soft—how could he remember?

“Well, pretty, should I stop now? Did I please you? Or are you going to kick me out and blame the scrum?” Shu asked, his hand moving over Kotetsu’s cock making him buck and whimper.

“No, no,” moaned Kotetsu.

“I didn’t please you, pretty?”

“Don’t make fun of me, Shu!”

“I’m not, Kotetsu, I’m not. You can come and not like it, you know. Am I like the redhead that was in this bed last night? Ok for tonight, but never, ever, again?”

“No, god, not, nothing, nothing like her. A million times better. I just fucking said that, Shu. What the hell are you doing to me? None of the women I’ve fucked in this bed made me feel like this. Why you?”

“Why does it matter if you feel good, pretty? And did it feel good?”

“You promised you’d show me your cock,” said Kotetsu, pushing his head into that muscled chest with the silver nipple rings and the red hair.

“A good boy would answer the question,” said Shu, his hand stilling.

“I did answer it! I said you were a million times better. Why do I have to say it again?”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you, that you don’t compare the lover you’re with to the ones that came before? Did you tell her the same thing last night? Did you care if she felt anything too?”

The bed shifted as the redhead stood up.

“No,” said Kotetsu, opening his eyes, “I’m sorry, Shu. I’m really sorry. Please, please stay. You pleased me, pleased me so, so much. Thank you, Shu.”

“If I stay, should I stop touching you, pretty?”

“No, don’t stop,” said Kotetsu, staring into those cinnamon eyes. “I won’t blame the drink, Shu. I really liked, no I fucking loved everything you did to me, no, we did together. I want to do more.”

“Ah, you are not only a pretty boy, but a good boy, too. And a sweet one, with sweet words from a sweet tongue.” said Shu, “so I guess I’ll take my pants off now and show you what you wanted to see.”

Kotetsu shuddered, and his mouth opened to suck in more air as slowly that pair of pants was peeled down.

Holy fucking god!

Pierced.

A pierced cock.

A pierced cock with a silver ring on the tip.

A silver ring coming right out of his cock’s hole.

Oh, and yes, the carpet did match the drapes—magnificently. And god, yes, that cock was as red as the hair around it.

Red and pierced and surrounded by red hair. Veined. And pierced.

“Go ahead and touch all you want, pretty.”

And he lay down on the bed next to Kotetsu, his long red hair beneath him and around him, and the short red curls there around that cock. The silver rings in his nipples and cock gleamed, and that red, ringed cock was jutting proudly up. And for all he’d said he wouldn’t blame the scrum, the chuunin thought it must have played a role, for he felt and stroked and licked and kissed all over that face, that chest, those nipples, that stomach, and yes, yes, that cock, just like he’d been bi all his life.

Somehow, at some point he wasn’t moving over Shu any more but laying on his side next to him, his back to that beautiful body that had bewitched him, seduced him, turned him bisexual. And that ringed, red cock was sliding between his thighs, and that big strong hand, equally lubed, was jerking his cock as he cried out, “Shu, Shu, god, yes, yes, it feels so good, god, Shu, please!” For each time he got close, the hand would still, a sexual torture that had him desperate and begging, not caring any more about anything but coming. Yes, he was begging, begging and pleading, for more, just as Shu had said he would be.

“Ah, so sweet, pretty, so sweet. A good boy like you that begs so sweetly should always be rewarded. Come for me, Kotetsu, come in my hand hard,” said Shu as his hand once more moved on Kotetsu’s cock.

“SHU!” screamed Kotetsu as his cum sprayed out, and his body shattered, for he could feel each part of his body separately pulsing or contracting or shivering or tingling. His mind couldn’t handle all the sensations all at once, and his eyes and ears stopped working as his senses were overloaded. And the blackness that was more like a million colors flashing all at once swallowed him up, and he struggled to hang on, to remember the most important thing--

“Shu,” he gasped out, and then smiling, he let the sensations swallow him up, leaving his body lying there unconscious next to a cooling pool of cum.