Chillin' II: Kakashi's Bitches

This is a sequel to Chillin' http://naruto.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600092924
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Chillin’ II: Kakashi’s Bitches

Kakashi ended up staying at Genma and Raidou’s apartment until he had to leave for his next mission. Before he left, he said, “I’ll be back in a week. You can play with each other, but no one else, man or woman, or there will be some serious punishment.” Raidou wanted to go with Kakashi back to his place and help him pack for his mission, but Kakashi told him no. Yet, no sooner had Kakashi left than Raidou dressed and went to hang out at the gates of Konoha, so he could say good-bye once more to the Copy Nin. Genma tried to pursuade him not to go while Raidou, in turn, tried to get him to come along with him, and so they had their first argument over what had happened with Kakashi.

“Genma, he’s Hatake Kakashi, the Hatake Kakashi! And he was our lover for 38 hours,” said Raidou in a voice full of awe. “He could have anybody, anybody, and we got lucky. And he wants to keep us. I want one of the last things he sees leaving Konoha to be us or at least me. I want him to know that we’ll treat him right, that we realize how lucky we are.”

“We’ll treat him right? What the fuck are you talking about, Raidou?” demanded Genma.

“Genma! Just come with me and let him see that you care,” pleaded Raidou.

“I don’t care! And despite what happened, I’m not gay,” insisted Genma.

“Oh, yea, and a straight guy makes a dvd of gay porn, labeling it `Best of the Best’? Oh, Genma, I can’t go back in the closet even if you want to! I’m going to wait at the gates for Kakashi to say goodbye! You’re a fool if you crawl back into the closet now,” said Raidou, looking so sad and so serious that Genma couldn’t say anything back.

When Raidou was gone, he went back to bed, stunned. He sucked on his senbon, reevaluating his life. How could he have not known his best friend was a gay “in the closet”? What the hell did that say about him and the quality of their friendship? Of all his friendships? He’d always been closer to Hayate than to Raidou, and after Hayate’s death, he distanced himself from everyone—everyone but Raidou. But maybe he’d distanced himself from Raidou, too. Genma thought back on all the missions, the dinners, the drinking sessions, the late night talks—and realized that he had always been the one doing most of the talking, the one picking the topics of discussion, the one planning the activities. He had come to believe that he was even closer to Raidou than Hayate because he and Hayate had fought so much more. He’d felt relieved when Hayate moved out after getting engaged, an emotion he’d hidden. In contrast, he didn’t fight much with Raidou and positively enjoyed living with him. Raidou did so much for him—cooked, shopped, and cleaned, that he’d sometimes joked and called him “the wife.” Thinking about it now, Genma felt sick—not because he was disgusted by his friend’s homosexuality, but because he’d been an insensitive ass.

Raidou had to be in love with him, at least a little. He’s likely been trying to get me to see him as a potential lover for years. Or maybe he’s been converting me, thought Genma. He walks around naked so much that I’m totally comfortable with him being nude, and I’ve gotten in the habit of doing the same thing. Genma thought about when Hayate had been alive, and the three of them had roomed together. He tried to imagine sitting down naked to eat with Hayate, and he couldn’t. But eating together naked with Raidou—it was the norm for breakfast now and not unusual for late-night dinners or snacks. Oh, fuck, what am I going to do? How is this going to affect things? I can’t deal with this!

Genma dressed, and by the time Raidou came back he was gone—gone on a three-day mission. He’d gone to the mission room and begged Iruka for anything that would let him get out of Konoha for a few days. The only thing was a short escort mission. Ino and Sakura had already been assigned to it, and Genma happily joined them. On the way back to Konoha, the hot summer nights had gotten to all three of them, and they stopped to swim. A bottle of wine later, and Genma was experiencing something many nins would kill to experience—a hot threesome with Sakura and Ino. It was bizarre, thought Genma, because for once he hadn’t been trying to seduce either one of them, he wasn’t interested in sex. He been aloof, not flirting, and somehow that had gotten both Ino and Sakura interested. But he was still Genma, and only a fool would turn down two hot babes wanting fucked.

God, thought Genma, as he headed back to his place, women are perverse. When you chase them, flirt with them, and work hard to get them in your bed, they resist and flee the moment they can. Now that I’m not interested because I have enough problems and worries to deal with without a new lover, they are throwing themselves at me, positively predatory.

Ino and Sakura were in fact hunting Genma. This new, less assertive, sensitive, and even sexier Genma fascinated them. He blushed, he resisted, and it brought out the bad girl in the two kunoichi’s. Just how bad, Genma would find out later.

When he arrived back home, he acted just like the whole thing with Kakashi and Raidou had never happened, like he’d never fucked his best friend, kissed him, blown him, and had all that done to him—and more. For while Raidou had deep-throated Genma and rimmed him, Genma had done neither and had no intention of ever doing either. He wasn’t gay just because he’d had some gay sex. It was just an experiment.

Genma had gotten back around 2 p.m., and Raidou was home without a mission again. He’d followed Genma’s lead, not acting differently although when Genma had first walked in the door and Raidou had come to greet him, Genma had thought for a second that he was going to pull his senbon out of his mouth and kiss him. But Raidou just took his pack, brushing against him, and put it in his room for him. He did that a lot, but now the gesture seemed different, intimate. Uncomfortable, Genma pushed away the thought and put all his attention on acting “normal.”

But things weren’t normal. When the dishes from dinner were done, Raidou gave Genma his favorite cherry popsicle and sat down on the sofa, sucking on a grape one. The minute he caught that popsicle that Raidou threw at him, Genma’s cock sat up and started trying to influence his behavior. Genma found he couldn’t suck his popsicle without memories flooding him—memories of a threesome that made the one he’d had last night with Ino and Sakura seem positively boring. They didn’t suck cock or ride cock nearly as well as Raidou, let alone Kakashi, who thanks to his Sharingan and porn collection, was in a class of his own. Ino to Kakashi was like an academy student to the Hokage. But Kakashi wasn’t here now, and Raidou was. His spiky-haired roommate was also hard in his gym shorts, but he was ignoring Genma, staring at the tv intently, and sucking on that grape popsicle. For some reason the fact that he had chosen grape, the flavor that Kakashi had eaten during that amazing 38-hour affair, bothered Genma. They both preferred cherry, didn’t they?

The doorbell rang, and Raidou got up and answered it. Normally Genma wouldn’t have noticed this little gesture, but now he was aware of it. He remembered Raidou’s phrase that morning after Kakashi had left, “I want him to know that we’ll treat him right.” God, Raidou had been treating him right for years now, acting like his—his bitch. Oh, god, my bitch, Raidou, my bitch.

“Genma! Genma!”

Genma stood up abruptly at hearing Ino call his name. To his shock, it was Ino and Sakura at the door. They were struggling with Raidou, who was trying to keep them out. But it was two against one, and Raidou didn’t want to hurt either one of the women. And they ran up to Genma, and it seemed to him, swallowed him. Raidou disappeared into his bedroom and reappeared dressed for a mission.

“Genma, come on, we have a mission. Sakura, Ino, you’ll have to go and excuse us,” said Raidou.

“You brazen liar,” said Sasuka, laughing. “We just came from the mission room. And Genma told us his schedule yesterday.”

“Genma, remember what Kakashi said. Are you coming with me or not?”

“Kakashi? What is he talking about, Genma?”

And those two female faces stared up at him, curious and confused. Genma couldn’t do it, couldn’t tell Sakura and Ino he was bisexual now and possibly involved with Kakashi. He couldn’t say no—when in his life had he ever turned down sex? Just because he’d had the best sex of his life with the Copy Nin and his best friend, it didn’t mean he was going to give up women or change his habits. And like Kakashi was really going to have a serious relationship with two men--yeah, right.

“I’m not going,” he said stiffly.

And as he watched, Raidou’s face and body cried out to him his anger, disappointment, sorrow, and fear. But he just nodded and left. The sound of the door shutting him behind him, rang oddly in Genma’s ears. It took him a while before he could focus on what Ino and Sakura were saying. He couldn’t get the sound of that door shutting or that look on Raidou’s face out of his mind. And before he knew it, Ino and Sakura had dragged him into his bedroom and had the three of them naked on that same bed. God, it never rains, but it pours, Genma thought. I go years without a threesome and then in the space of a week, I have two. But it didn’t feel right. And Genma, after coming once, couldn’t get it up again. If I was going to judge these threesomes just on orgasms, well, the score is about 20 to 4 in favor of the guys, thought Genma. But I did spend more time with Kakashi and Raidou. Still, his cock had voted and was sulking, refusing to play.

But getting rid of Sakura and Ino was extremely difficult. They didn’t take his hints. They evidently decided that he was trying to get rid of them because he was embarrassed over not being able to perform as well as the night before (3 times), and they seemed to think that staying the night was somehow absolutely essential for his self-esteem. And so it was that Genma found himself in the kitchen with the two of them when Raidou finally came home. He opened the door, walked in, looked at Genma, and started to cry. He ran out of the apartment, and Genma got up to chase after him. He was slowed down by Ino and Sakura, but he told them that Raidou was having a crisis, he just wanted to be friends and couldn’t “date” them again, and could they please just let themselves the fuck out?

But it was too late—Genma couldn’t trace Raidou. He returned to the apartment and did his best to remove all traces of Sakura and Ino. He then tried to find a way he could show Raidou he cared about him, but there was almost nothing to do. All of their clothes had been washed, the apartment was spotless, and the kitchen was stocked with food—and the freezer was full of popsicles, way too many popsicles. Christ, Raidou had gone overboard with them.

An hour later, Raidou returned. He locked himself in his room. Genma set about trying to coax him out. He came out for missions, of course, but it took Genma two days to get Raidou to sit down in the living room with him. But then Genma realized Raidou hadn’t come out for him, but for Kakashi. He asked Genma to let him have a chance with Kakashi even if he didn’t want to join them. Genma realized that Raidou believed that Kakashi had wanted him, Genma, and just tolerated Raidou. It didn’t make sense to Genma.

“He came over when you asked. He’s never even talked to me,” said Raidou in a voice that was so sad, Genma felt angry although he couldn’t really explain why or at what. He bit down hard on his senbon as Raidou said, “He put his cock in your mouth first, and he fucked you first. If I hadn’t butted in, likely he would have just taken you to your room and left me out here alone to watch porn.”

“That’s not true, Raidou,” said Genma. “He kissed you first, and you fucked him first. That’s really serious. I mean he chose you to do him.”

“Yea, but it was obvious that you’ve never had gay sex before,” said Raidou.

Genma thought about that for a while and tried to hide the fact that he was freaking out from his friend. Fortunately Raidou was so caught up in convincing himself that Kakashi didn’t want him and only wanted his teammate, he didn’t notice Genma having a very brief breakdown.

Raidout must have had gay sex before! He’s been sleeping with other men! And living with me! How many people know? Do people think we are gay lovers? Oh, my god, we are gay lovers! No, I not gay—I’m, I’m bi, yes, I’m bisexual. Who did he have sex with? When? Where? Here? On our couch? In our home?

“So please, please don’t be cold to him,” said Raidou.

“I won’t,” said Genma a little resentfully.

“Promise?” And at the sound of the quiver in Raidou’s voice, all his resentment disappeared.

“Yea, I promise I will not be cold to Kakashi,” said Genma. “Oh, hell, Raidou, it was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had.”

“Yea,” said Raidou in a soft voice, “the first time with a guy is like that.” Genma stared at him. But Raidou was lost in a memory. And Genma felt incredibly lonely all of a sudden. This was his best friend, and he didn’t even know the man Raidou had loved. For that look, surely that was love he was remembering. How? When? Who? And then it hit him, that Raidou hadn’t said the threesome was the best sex he’d ever had. And he said it was obvious it was Genma’s first time. Yeah, he was crazy for Kakashi, but maybe he didn’t want Genma, maybe he thought Genma was no good in bed. Maybe he was still in love with the guy he first slept with, the guy he’d had the best sex of his life with. Why does this bother me? Why aren’t I relieved?

“Genma?”

Genma looked up to find in thinking about how lost Raidou had looked, he himself had gotting lost in thought.

“Yea?”

Raidou struggled with something, but he finally just said, “Thank you. I’m going to go to bed now.”

And they said good night, awkwardly, uncomfortably. And as Genma lay on his big bed, he suddenly worried what would happen if Kakashi blew them off. That was what he’d been half hoping would happen this week, but now, if Hatake did, could he patch things up with Raidou? Was Raidou sleeping with someone else? Would this mean the end of their close friendship? Would they get separate apartments, see each other for the rare missions that needed two jounins and for the occasional drink, and drift apart? Genma couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking of the things that had happened on this bed, about his friendship with Raidou, and about his own sexuality. By morning, he was disgruntled and cranky. But he’d promised Raidou he wouldn’t be cold.

But there was a big difference between not being cold and doing what Raidou did. He shaved himself and gave himself an enema. He lubed up his ass and put a buttplug in it. And he told Genma about it and recommended the same to him! Genma just sat on the sofa, grinding his teeth around his senbon, and reciting again and again in his head, “Don’t be cold. Don’t be cold.” This day was lasting forever.

And then when they could feel Kakashi’s chakra approaching, the minutes weren’t long enough. He wasn’t ready. Raidou stripped off his shorts, making Genma realize he’d only put them on for his sake, and went and knelt by the door. Good, god, have some pride, Genma wanted to shout at him, but then the door opened and shut.

Kakashi was here.

Genma panicked and froze on the sofa across the living room behind Raidou. His senbon fell out of his mouth, but he couldn’t pick it up and put it back in. He nodded at Kakashi who looked at him with that one eye for a moment before turning his head down to Raidou. Genma didn’t know what he’d expected, but certainly not this silent communication between Kakashi and his kneeling roommate. The masked nin’s hands were caressing Raidou’s face, and he leaned down and kissed him, whispering something in his ear that Genma couldn’t hear before standing up and undoing his pants.

And as Raidou took Kakashi in his mouth, that tall, thin, sexy white-haired nin said “Oh, Raidou, I missed you this week. I missed that pretty and talented mouth of yours, your tight ass, and your big tasty dick. Ah! That’s good! So good! Ah, fuck, you’re a good little cocksucking bitch! God! Yea! Like that! Oh, yea, take it right into your throat, bitch.”

And that was just too much for Genma, and his anger came back. His roommate was nothing but Kakashi’s bitch. His friend’s feelings were being trampled, and he was being treated like dirt. And I’m not jealous, I’m happy for him, happy, no delighted, that he was the one Kakashi missed, that he’s the one who has a talented mouth. I’m a normal guy, and normal guys suck at sucking cock. And his dick is only a quarter of an inch bigger than mine. And my dick curves a bit. Fuck! I’m not watching this! Promise or no promise, I don’t have to watch this! And Genma stood up, and as the door was blocked, gathered chakra to leave. But the Copy Nin made a few hand seals at a speed that stunned Genma, and he found himself imprisoned in a giant ball of water.

He’d heard of this jutsu, but never experienced it before. It was frightening. He struggled before realizing there was no way he could break out of it. And there was nothing to do but watch as Raidou blew Kakashi. And think about what Kakashi was going to do to punish him because surely this entrapment meant he wanted Genma too. And Genma tried to tell himself that the little feeling of happiness that was now dancing in his chest was because the tension and anxiety of the week was over. Yea, he was just glad things were going to be resolved.

And then as Genma watched from his water prison, Kakashi’s one eye shut in pleasure, and he started to fuck Raidou’s face, his hands fisting in that thick brown hair, words bursting out with each thrust deep into that willing, open mouth. “Take it! Fuck! Yes! AAAAHHHHH!” cried out Kakashi, coming. And even with the mask and forehead protector still on, watching Kakashi’s face during orgasm was an incredible sight. Somehow Genma had forgotten this side of the Copy Nin, remembering him only as aloof, lazy, habitually late, and addicted to porn, someone ignorant academy students often dismissed as a nobody, as an idiot, not seeing underneath the surface. Now, that silly surface was gone, and this was the great Hatake Kakashi with his inner fierceness, his intensity, and his passion revealed and the pulsing of his chakra pressing in on Genma. He, a special jounin, was trapped in this water jutsu that Kakashi held without touching him while having sex for god’s sake! He had been a fool not to do everything Raidou had done to prepare for Kakashi. Genma’s nipples were erect and wanting to feel Kakashi’s mouth and fingers on them, his cock was bouncing with eagerness, and even his ass was clenching, tightening, and twitching.

When Kakashi pulled up Raidou and pulled down his mask, Genma’s regret intensified at the sight of that face. Oh, god, that face. Raidou was stripping off Kakashi’s clothes, and they were kissing desperately, intensely, like passionate lovers that had been separated for months. But then Kakashi pulled out that buttplug, picked up Raidou, and let him slide down on his cock. And Genma heard his roommate cry out, “Sensei-sama! Ah! Kakashi-sensei!” as the Copy Nin spun Raidou around, fucking him against the door, making him scream and sob with pleasure.

And when Raidou came, his cum shooting out thick, heavy, forcefully, Kakashi came again with a shout of “Mine!”

Mine? No! Raidou is MINE!

And everything suddenly clicked into place for Genma—he loved Raidou. He really loved him. He didn’t think he could call any place “home” that he didn’t share with Raidou. And he remembered Raidou’s mouth on his, the feeling as he had slid his cock into Raidou, the way he’d held Raidou that one night the three of them had sleep in his bed. Remembered laughing with Raidou, crying with Raidou, joking with Raidou. Just being with him. And Kakashi was taking him, taking him away. And if Genma wanted to keep Raidou, he would have to appease this powerful man. Raidou might be Genma’s bitch, his wife, when Kakashi wasn’t around, but when the Copy Nin was back, Raidou was on his back, legs in the air, showing his belly. Kakashi—fuck! There was no denying he was the alpha dog, the master. And he, Genma, he had been a very disobedient bitch.

And then he felt a little flare of chakra, and his body overreacted, flooding him with adrenaline, making his heart race at its maximum speed, and pumping out sweat like he was in a desert, not a giant ball of water. But that buttplug of Raidou’s just flew up from the floor into Kakashi’s hand as he pulled out of his uke, saying, “Bend over and show me my fuckhole full of my cum.” And when Raidou did, Kakashi shoved that plug back in with the words, “Now keep my cum inside of you, feel in you, and remember all your holes, all your bits are mine. Get some bindings, chakra wire, and a box of popsicles and be waiting by the whore when I get back.”

Whore! I’m no whore! I don’t have to sell my body, thought Genma watching Kakashi’s magnificent ass disappear towards the bathroom. But you do sleep around, a voice whispered in his head, and you slept around when he ordered you not to, when he said he’d punish you if you did. And it wasn’t like he cut off your supply of sex. I could have spent the week fucking Raidou, getting blown day and night, finding out just what else he knows about gay sex. I could have spent the week getting some basic skills, so I’m not the one without any talent at all, the incompetent one.

And then Raidou was there, his face sad as he said, “I can’t stop him from putting popsicles up your ass this time, Genma. You fucked up, you fucked up bad.” But instead of sounding accusatory, his words sounded almost heartbroken.

And Genma wanted, no, he needed Raidou to smile at him. “Hey, Raidou, I know. You tried to help me out, and I was an idiot. I, dammit, I fucking love you.”

“Genma!”

And then there was water all over, and Raidou was kissing Genma passionately, pouring into that kiss years of love and desire, making Genma feel suddenly just perfect. It would be alright. A popsicle—fuck, it couldn’t be worse than being hit by a shuriken, could it?

“What did I tell you about starting without me? I said wait by the whore, not suck his face, fuckhole.”

Genma and Raidou sprung apart guiltily. “Give me two popsicles and bend over, slut,” ordered Kakashi. For some reason, both Genma and Raidou knew who he meant.

As Raidou scrambled to unpeel the wrapping from the two icy treats, Genma knelt in front of Kakashi, saying, “Please, Kakashi, it was my fault. I enticed him to kiss me. I’m the slut, I’m the whore, not Raidou.”

Kakashi looked down on Genma, and Genma shivered. “Yes, you are. And you’re going to learn what happens to one of my bitches when they misbehave.”

One of my bitches. Misbehave. Bitch. What happens. Bitches. Genma’s mind wasn’t really working well.

And then Raidou handed Kakashi two grape popsicles, was again bent over, holding his ass cheeks apart. And Genma watched as Kakashi pulled out the buttplug.

“Open up,” he ordered Genma. Horrified, Genma’s mouth opened, and Kakashi put the buttplug in it.

I have a buttplug in my mouth, he thought dazed. A plug that was in Raidou’s ass! That tastes of Kakashi’s cum!

But the sight of Kakashi sucking on one of those popsicles as he slid the other into Raidou transfixed Genma. And then the Copy Nin pushed the popsicle off the stick and threw the stick down. The other popsicle came out of his mouth and slid in as well, and that stick came off. Raidou was silent, but his body was shaking and his face was contorting with what looked like agony. Kakashi pulled the plug back out of Genma’s mouth and shoved it back in Raidout’s ass.

“Genma, sit on the sofa,” said Kakashi in a soft voice that was somehow even more frightening than his louder orders.

Sit? Why do I get to sit? But he sat.

“Now slut, over his lap,” ordered Kakashi.

And Genma was looking down at Raidou’s ass. That ass with the plug in it. With a bit of sticky grape residue and cum around the plug. And Raidou’s hard cock between his thighs. His body draped over him so that Genma could feel each tremor, each twitch.

“Spank him, spank him hard and don’t hold back.”

But Genma hesitated, his hand in the air. And Raidou whispered, “Please, Gen, please, obey him.”

And then he was spanking, spanking Raidou as hard as he could. And his cock loved it, press up into Raidou’s body, finding Raidou’s own erection. The handprints formed at first, perfect red handprints. Genma’s hand-sized handprints. But soon that ass in his laps was so red, you couldn’t see the marks of fingers, of a palm. It was red all over. And something in Genma woke up, and he smacked down hard, listening for Raidou’s grunts and gasps, learning where it hurt the most, and until Raidou was whimpering, whimpering like a little bitch. His hand started to ache, but he kept at it, remembering Raidou giving himself to Kakashi, giving himself away when he was Genma’s, Genma’s love, Genma’s bitch. Genma would make him remember who he belonged to when he sat down.

“Stop.”

Oh.

Yea.

They were both Kakashi’s bitches. Genma stopped, aware of his cock pushing against Raidou’s, of its dripping wetness, of the fact that he was ready, so ready to come, that likely just one stroke, one lick would do it. But if this was the punishment for a kiss, and he already had fucking two women on his list of sins, there was no way Genma was going to add coming during punishment to that list of his crimes.

“Go in the kitchen and get a shallow bowl, red ass.”

A bowl? A shallow bowl? Oh, this wasn’t good. Not good.

“Put the plug in the whore’s mouth when you do it,” said Kakashi. He didn’t need to say more. And Genma just opened his mouth. The plug now tasted of grape and cum mixed.

Raidou squatted over the bowl and squeezed. Oh, god. No. Please no. There wasn’t any big bits of ice left, the popsicles were all smashed and melted from the spanking. There was a surprising amount of sticky lavender fluid dripping, splashing, oozing out of that little pink pucker. It was a pretty little pucker. Genma found he was having trouble breathing around the plug in his mouth. His chest was rising and falling, and his cock was bobbing in tune with each ragged breath.

“Plug back in,” said Kakashi. “Over here,” and Kakashi pointed to his feet.

“Sensei, sensei, I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” begged Raidou falling to his knees.

And Kakashi stroked his head, saying, “You are forgiven. Now be a good boy,” he said pulling Raidout’s face to his erection.

“Thank you, Se—“ and that long cock was once more buried in Raidou, those white curls against his lips. Raidou’s ass was flame red, and Genma could see that hated plug in his ass, but still his teammate seemed happy, thrilled, and was sucking away like a bear cub at a honey pot.

“Whore,” said Kakashi. Genma raised his eyes from watching Kakashi’s cock vanish and reappear out of his friend’s mouth to that face, that gorgeous, amazing face that so few had seen. To that mouth that was pure heaven to feel. To a eye red and black, an eye that saw everything.

“I’ve made you something for lunch, my bad little bitch. What do you say?”

Genma hesitated, and Kakashi stroked Raidout’s head, saying softly, lazily, “Mine.”

“Thank you, Master.” He said that for Raidou, only for Raidou, Genma told himself. He was fighting for Raidou, to keep his friend, his love. He crawled over to the bowl, bent his head, and—and—

This is for Raidou, for Raidou who loves me, he told himself. For Raidou, who has been there for me as long as I can remember, who put me back together when Hayate died, whom I won’t lose to this man. Yes, this is for him. And with each lap, each swallow, Genma relived another memory, another moment. That time when they were dying, when only Shizune’s skill pulled them back, when they’d first heard of Hayate’s death, when the Third had died. And full of love for Raidou, Genma licked every drop and then licked the empty bowl just to make sure. And when he looked up to Kakashi, humble, waiting for instructions, Kakashi came again. This time he pulled his cock out of Raidou’s mouth and sprayed it on his face, his chest, and Raidou’s own erection.

“You’re a hungry bitch, aren’t you, Genma-whore? But I’m a generous master. Clean up Raidou.”

“Thank you.” The words were heartfelt because Genma wanted nothing more than to show Raidou how he felt about him.

“Strip first,” said Kakashi. “Next time I want you nude and kneeling as well.”

“Oh, Sensei, thank you! Thank you!” cried out Raidou, and Genma’s heart felt a little heavy at the joy in his friend’s voice at learning there was going to be a next time.

Genma put his face down, licking across Raidou’s lips, partially because he wanted to kiss him but partially because he didn’t want to hear praise of Kakashi coming out of that mouth.

“Don’t get my cum on your body or your face,” warned Kakashi. “I said clean up, not kiss.” But Genma put his heart into licking Raidou, letting his tongue savor Raidou, licking that each bit of skin after the cum was gone, a wet caress to show he cared, he understood, he was sorry. And the sounds Raidou made—whimpers, mewls, gasps—oh, god, he might just come from hearing them alone. And then he felt Kakashi’s mouth on his ass, and his balls tightened up, and he had to bite his lip hard to not come right there. Oh, god, Kakashi! Kakashi! Mother of god, there was nothing, nothing like Kakashi’s mouth! But Kakashi stopped, and Genma discovered he could move again. With a moan, he lowered his head so he could lick up the cum on Raidou’s chest.

And just when he was licking over one red, puffy nipple—pain! Cold! No! No! No! Ice, ice, ICE! He screamed, and Raidou’s hand caught his head before his face fell down on to the cum-covered chest, on to that white, sticky mess, he wasn’t allowed to get on him. He burst in to tears, humiliated that Raidou and Kakashi had taken this, endured this, welcomed this, and he was dying, dying, the popsicle raping him, torturing him, unbearable, an agony that burned, no froze, no stung, no all of that. And the tight ring of his ass protested, and that tiny rod of frozen juice fucked him again and again.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t stop,” said Kakashi. And pride, pride made Genma stop his tears and bend his head down to Raidou’s nipple. But he was going numb now, it was getting easier. He would do this, he could survive.

“Gen, I love you.”

And it was alright. Everything was alright. And the cum tasted good. And then Kakashi pushed the popsicle against his prostate, and he screamed again, but in pleasure. And his mouth found Raidou’s cock and forgot about cleaning up Kakashi’s cum.

“Yes, that’s it, suck him! Suck him good, you little whore! Show him you love him, show him how sorry you are you didn’t spend the whole week fucking him silly! Yes! Yes! That’s my dirty little bitch!” And Genma felt the popsicle slide free of the stick as he pushed his head down as far as he could, determined to rub his face on Raidou’s brown curls, to take his cock deep in his throat, to prove his love. And then another popsicle was in him, and the first was pushed deep, deep into places that weren’t numb. But Genma’s fight was gone, and he welcomed it, welcomed this painful pleasure, this agony. And then another popsicle was pushed in, even as Raidou was deep in this throat. He was penetrated from both ends, and he’d drunk down Kakashi’s cum! His body was his! He was filled and stuffed, owned.

And then a fourth popsicle, and he lost control and was spraying his load on to Raidou and the carpet. His mouth and throat tighted around Raidou, and he tried to cry out around his cock. The suction, the vibration of his voice box, the feel of Genma’s cum, the sight of Genma’s orgasm shaking him—it was too much for Raidou to hold off either. And Kakashi thrust his cock in Genma’s anus, stretching that unprepared ring of muscle, filling him impossibly full, fuller than his practically virgin ass had ever been. He was choking, choking on Raidou’s cum, he couldn’t breathe, and his ass, his ass—oh, god, there were no words. And Genma’s cum came out so fast, so hard, it seemed to burn, and he dying, and this was it. This was the big one. The orgasm beyond orgasms. Kakashi was slamming into him, pounding away, and he managed to pull his head up off Raidou, struggling for breath because he couldn’t die now, couldn’t pass out because the pleasure wasn’t over yet. The pleasure was all over him, around him, in him. It was like being in that water prison, but now he was drowning in pleasure so intense it was something else, something beyond pleasure, beyond ecstacy.

“Mine! Don’t you forget it! This goddamn sexy body is mine, all mine!” And hot cum forced itself out, forced itself into an area already full, too full. And his balls blasted out another rope of cum, and the room spun, and Genma left his body and looked down on the three figures writhing below him. Then the room pulsed blue, the blue of Kakashi’s left eye, then red, Sharingan red, cherry popsicle red, and Genma’s heart exploded. Everything went purple, grape popsicle purple, and his heart reformed, and he was sucked down into his body with a rush.

His face was on Raidou’s chest, and he could feel his racing pulse through his cheek, hear his heartbeat like a war drum. And on his back, the weight, the heat of Kakashi. And inside still ice and fire, numbness and sensation, pain and pleasure.

“Jump,” gasped out Kakashi.

“How high?” said Genma and Raidou together.

And Kakashi laughed in a weird choking way, then gasped out, “To . . . The . . . . Shower . . . No . . . Chakra.”

And blushing, Genma and Raidou managed generate enough chakra to transport them all to the shower. And Kakashi was limp in their arms, under the warm water spray. “S-Rank,” he gasped out. And Genma and Raidou stared at each other in shock, and then with the sort of perfect coordination that only comes when you’ve been teammates for years, they washed Kakashi and themselves, supporting him even as he fell asleep in the shower. They placed him in the center of Genma’s bed and got in holding him, one on each side.

“My bitches, my beautiful bitches. Love you,” said Kakashi, before falling into the unwakeable sleep of the completely chakra-depleted.

And Genma and Raidou just watched him sleep and looked at each other across his body. They wanted to kiss, to embrace, to make love.

But they would never start without their master.

No. They were good little bitches.

His bitches.

His.