Exclusivity

Oneshot: KakashixIruka, KotetsuxIzumo, RaidouxGenmaxIzumoxKotetsu

Two drabble-ish parts, then a PWP kind of thing.

For anyone who's read other stuff by me (not necessary, but just in case you have...) this all happens after Messengers and before Finishing the Portrait and A First Time.

SPOILERS: Manga chapters 326/327

KAKASHI AND IRUKA


Kakashi always smelled of other men. Even through the masking, post-shower scents, Iruka could only smell the sweaty musk of other men. Kakashi's friends. His friends.

He veiled his thoughts and struggled to keep his face impassive as Kakashi explained, the same idea but with slightly different words, why he couldn't... Couldn't? Why he wouldn't let Iruka see him without his mask. Why he wouldn't stay the night, and see Iruka in the morning. Why he wouldn't be able to say, for sure, when they would see each other next.

Kakashi delighted in the touches of other men, and in touching those men. Touching their friends. Iruka nodded, and tried to follow the thread of Kakashi's much repeated explanations as he thought of all the times his lover... His lover? As he thought of all the times Kakashi had returned to him fresh from a shower, eager to repeat recent touches. Touches learned from, and practiced with, their friends.

The sudden silence startled him. Iruka looked up to find Kakashi pleading with his eyes... His eyes? No, as always, only one eye was visible. Even now Kakashi pleaded with just a sliver of visible expression. Pleaded for Iruka to understand. Should he keep pretending that he did?

Kakashi filled inner voids with the tastes and sounds of other men. Many men. Iruka understood this, intellectually. He understood that... Actually... Actually, no. No he didn't. He didn't understand.

The silence stretched as Iruka forced the thoughts of shared smells, shared touches, shared tastes, and shared sounds from completely forming in his mind. None of those things were his alone.

Iruka broke the silence. "Let me see you without your mask. Let me have this one thing, the sight of you, as mine."

As always, the answer was no.

Kakashi and Iruka had no exclusivity.

KOTETSU AND IZUMO


"We couldn't stop him. None of us could. Even if Raidou and Aoba had shown up earlier, they couldn't have stopped him. Asuma himself... And Shikamaru... None of us could."

Izumo murmured the words against Kotetsu's bare back, soothing over the breath of his words with soft touches. As always, on this dark anniversary, he allowed Kotetsu the dignity of keeping his back turned, face pressed into the pillow. He kissed softly down the ridges of Kotetsu's spine, rubbing the tense muscles of his back with firm, gentle pressure.

"We did everything we could have done. No one could have done more. Where Asuma is now... He knows that."

Izumo comforted Kotetsu's ragged breathing with tender, sweeping touches rather than exposing his raw grief. He pulled a thick quilt over their naked bodies, then pressed himself close in an effort to still Kotetsu's shivering.

"We did everything we could have done. No one could have saved Asuma. We did everything we could. You did everything you could have done."

He rubbed himself gently against the back of Kotetsu's thigh, asking permission. As always on this day, Kotetsu kept silent, his face hidden in the dampness of the pillow, as he slowly rubbed back, gratefully granting permission.

On this day, every year, their lovemaking was hushed and unhurried, compassionate and healing. Izumo only lifted and spread Kotetsu as much as needed for entrance, and allowed him to bury his grief, face-down, until that consuming grief had to move aside just enough to allow room for the pleasure to be felt and processed.

Only Izumo could see, and soothe, Kotetsu's grief. Only Kotetsu loved Izumo with such fevered need.

Alone, behind closed doors, Kotetsu and Izumo's emotional exclusivity kept them from drowning.

GENMA AND RAIDOU


Each time was getting more difficult. More impossible to resist.

Rules were rules, and Raidou had made this one himself: He only enjoyed penetration, of any kind, with Genma. Genma could enjoy any form of sexual pleasure as long as Raidou was present, but Raidou only penetrated and was penetrated by Genma. Old-fashioned. Simple.

But each time they played with Kotetsu and Izumo, Izumo was more excruciatingly impossible to resist.

Raidou perched on the edge of his bed and watched Izumo. Watched him stand, bent over, gripping the edge of Raidou's low dresser, bracing himself against Genma's thrusts from behind. He watched Izumo's reflection in the dresser mirror... His face, flushed and filmed with a sheen of sweat... His muscled arms, torso, and abdomen.... His...

Raidou quickly cut his eyes away, only to feel his gaze sliding right back to Izumo's cock. That hard, silken, pulsing, achingly neglected cock that rocked in time to Genma's thrusts. He knew he could walk over and touch it, stroke and feel the throbbing hardness in his hand, coax the warm come to flow over and through his fingers. But... this was no longer enough.

He tried turning away from the mirror image that held him transfixed. His head turned slightly , but his eyes remained captivated by sweet Izumo's enticingly swaying erection. He leaned forward, bewitched, and felt his tongue snake over his lips to wet them. Just one taste, one lick...

A slight feeling of unease crept through him. Something not right, not in place. Where was Kotetsu?

He forced himself to look away from the reflected vision of Genma fucking Izumo and did a quick room scan.

The chair, in the corner.

Kotetsu was silent, the main reason for Raidou's feeling of unease. Through the sounds of Genma's grunts, Izumo's soft moans, and the protests of the dresser, Kotetsu's silence stretched across the room like a physical touch.

As their eyes met, Raidou saw understanding. His back stiffened defensively, but Kotetsu held his gaze and silently communicated his lack of scorn, judgement, or mocking. Raidou warily held eye contact with Kotetsu, only peripherally noticing him fisting himself. He barely registered when his own hand reached down and began slowly stroking against his own building pressure.

Genma slightly sped up his pace, gripping Izumo's hips. Looking at Izumo's face reflected in the mirror, he saw a look of questioning stealing over his former expression of abandoned lust. Suddenly noticing the strange silence, he slowed his pace again. Joining his gaze with Izumo and Raidou's, he looked towards Kotetsu.

Three naked, sexually involved men watching his naked, masturbating self was too much for Kotetsu. He didn't notice the words forming in his mind, he just felt them as they slipped past his lips and out of his mouth.

"I love that beautiful cock too, Raidou. I can hardly keep my eyes off of it. Ffffuuck.... Just look at it swaying up and down every time Genma fucks into him... It's just begging to be tasted. To be licked, sucked.. To be mouth-fucked. I know... You want to follow your rules. But you made those rules to show respect for your relationship. Respect for Genma. Ask him, man. He's right there, fucking my Izumo. Ask him about the rules... Changing the rules."

Kotetsu held eye contact with Raidou and brought his left hand up to his mouth, running his tongue up the first two fingers. He kept eye contact as he pulled the fingers into his mouth with his flattened tongue and sucked, only then cutting his eyes away to again watch Genma and Izumo.

Raidou's own gaze slid back to Izumo's reflected cock. His left hand had somehow worked its way up to his mouth, and he felt his bottom teeth idly rubbing against his thumbnail. He avoided meeting Genma's eyes, which he could feel looking at him through the mirror's reflected surface. Raidou didn't ask. Raidou told.

And yet... He let his gaze raise just enough to meet Genma's in the mirror.

Genma's thrusting had slowed to a tortuous pace, causing Izumo to buck back against him and plead, eyes closed. Genma absently soothed Izumo with touches to his back, his thigh, while he silently communicated with Raidou. It wasn't his place to give permission. He would never presume to give permission. But he let his head dip into a gesture very like a nod before pulling slowly, reluctantly, out of protesting Izumo.

Kotetsu reached for Genma, motioning for him to join him on the floor in front of the chair. "Fffuuuck, yeah, Gen. I've got what you need. Let Raidou get what he needs..."

Kotetsu settled himself on his knees in front of the chair, circling his arms loosely around Genma's waist as he sank to the floor in front of him. They both faced Raidou and waited for further instruction.

Grabbing a pillow, Raidou left his perch on the bed to kneel before Genma and kiss him, silently thanking him, yet using enough force to make clear who still made the rules. He broke the kiss to lean past Genma to Kotetsu and share a brief, chaste, kiss. He placed the pillow on the floor and arranged Genma so that his hips were raised at the perfect angle. Motioning to Izumo to hand him some lube from the dresser, he leaned over to quickly lick a stripe up Genma's erection, then slide just the head into his mouth.

Izumo knelt next to Raidou, rubbing himself pleadingly against Raidou's thigh as he handed him the lube.

The sensation of that gorgeous, swollen cock on his thigh shot straight through Raidou's body, effectively shutting down the thinking part of his mind. He let Genma slip from his mouth, and amazed all three of the other men by handing the lube to Kotetsu, indicating that he should prepare Genma and proceed on his own.

With uncharacteristic haste that bordered on roughness, Raidou pulled Izumo to his feet and pushed him towards the bed.

Izumo landed on his back. He quickly wiggled down and braced his legs on the floor with his hips slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. He lifted his head and shoulders, not wanting to miss the sight of the powerful jounin taking him into his mouth for the first time.

Raidou took a moment to grab a pillow and settle it under Izumo's head and shoulders, placing a quick kiss on the nape of his neck and looking down to meet his eyes.

The lustful passivity as well as the innocent beauty in Izumo's answering gaze spurred Raidou to fall to his knees on the floor in between Izumo's spread legs. He pressed his nose and mouth firmly against Izumo's erection, just drinking in the musky sweet-sweat smell of untasted cock.

He looked up and found those submissive, melted-chocolate brown eyes still staring hungrily down at him. He held eye contact for just a moment, then closed his own eyes as he curved his tongue around the underside of Izumo's ball sac, tasting and teasing the baby soft skin. His own cock ached in response to the delicious heaviness of those previously unlicked testicles as he first took one, then slid over to take the other, carefully and fully into his mouth.

Compelled by Izumo's soft moans, he traced up his shaft with a pointed tongue, then moaned himself as he finally took Izumo's velvety cockhead inside the circle of his moistened lips. He steadied himself, overwhelmed by the sensory experience. He spread his lips wider to accomodate the width, and reveled in the feeling of highly aroused cock filling his mouth. He pushed up with a flattened, tasting tongue as he pushed down with lip-covered upper teeth, sliding down then back up the length firmly, causing Izumo to grip the sheets and cry out his name. Raidou reacted strongly to the sound of Izumo's voice, feeling agitated, yet not able to pinpoint exactly why.

He heard Kotetsu's voice, dream-like, floating from across the room.

"Talk to him, Izumo. He needs it. He needs to hear it. And... I want to hear it."

Raidou realized Kotetsu was right as Izumo's voice carried down to him, beguiling in its pure seductiveness.

"Sooo good, Raidou. Feels so good. Your tongue on my cock... Your wet mouth wrapped around me so tight, fucking me so tight, so wet... So fucking good."

Raidou's throat relaxed as he took Izumo impossibly deep, holding his thighs with a grip that bordered on painful. He sped up his efforts, feeling a primal need to take Izumo into his mouth as far, and as fast, as possible.

"Oh, fuck yes. Fuck... Oh, please. Just like that. So strong... So fucking strong..."

Izumo's words took less than a fraction of a second to bolt directly to Raidou's tight balls. So strong. Fuck yeah, he was so strong. So strong, and in control, and controlling this man, controlling him, making him say things, say things about the feel of his tongue, lips, mouth on his velvet-hard cock... This cock, so huge, so hard, sliding, pulling, fucking, sliding, tasting, mouth fucking...

He pulled back as he felt the initial spasm of come bursting from Izumo. He let the ejaculate warm the outside of his mouth, his chin, neck, and chest, and felt his body respond as though he were participating in an ancient, tribal ritual. His savage gaze took in Izumo's soft, sated, sleepiness and he trembled from the effort of not throwing him face-down and fucking him ruthlessly into the mattress.

He left Izumo panting on the bed and wiped himself quickly with a discarded shirt off of the floor. He staggered across the floor to where Kotetsu was close to finishing with Genma.

"Switch." He commanded, fiercely unhooking Genma's legs from around Kotetsu's waist.

Kotetsu started to protest until he saw Raidou's face. He quickly slid from Genma and went to Izumo.

Raidou barely waited for Kotetsu to move aside before forcefully flipping Genma onto his stomach, lifting up his hips, spreading his legs and pushing inside his already relaxed ring of muscle. He almost fainted from the relief of that tight grip around his straining erection. Mindlessly, he pushed, pushed, thrust, and fucked... Reveling in the feeling of Genma bucking back against him with equal abandon. Genma's voice reached his ears through his haze of hedonistic screwing.

"Did you like that, Raidou? His cock taste good?"

Raidou growled and sped up his thrusts, lifting Genma's hips for easier, deeper access.

"You wish you could have fucked his tight ass? Think about it, Raidou. Think about it now. Close your eyes..."

Raidou did close his eyes, and felt himself careening towards release as Genma continued speaking, deliberately assuming a voice that closely echoed Izumo's soft-spoken tone.

"Fuck me, Raidou. Fuck me just like that... Fuck yeah, I love that. I love having my cock in your mouth. Almost as much as I love feeling your cock fuck my tight ass... So strong, so hard, so fucking strong..."

Raidou assailed Genma in a blind frenzy, thrusting, fucking, and filling until both men felt primitive cries tearing from deep inside themselves.

On the bed, Kotetsu pushed into a languid Izumo, feeling drunk from the hypnotic sight of Raidou lifting, gripping, mercilessly fucking into Genma again and again and over again until surely one or both of them would pass out from the animalistic intensity.

Raidou's vision swam and his body begin to sway as he finally felt the coiling fire of impending release moving through his body, quickly reaching his impossibly tight balls, and mercifully pulsing through his cock in frenetic spurts that overfilled Genma and spilled out onto Raidou's final back-thrusts before he completely sheathed himself and held tight, shuddering in completion.

He pulled out of Genma and slumped onto the floor, on his back, unable to move. He closed his eyes and fought to catch his breath, having just enough presence of mind to reach up and absently stroke down the side of Genma's arm.

Genma only hesitated for a moment before moving to the bed, desperate for Kotetsu to bring him to his own much-needed completion.

A fully sated Izumo paused to give Genma a kiss, then slid from the bed and moved uncertainly to Raidou's side. He knelt beside him on the floor, unsure.

Raidou reached for him without opening his eyes. He pulled Izumo down to nestle by his side as the two of them sleepily listened to the sounds of Kotetsu and Genma.

Within minutes the other two men joined them on the floor. Genma settled in on Raidou's other side, and Kotetsu spooned behind Izumo after settling a quilt over the four of them.

Raidou opened his eyes to meet with Genma's, lazily smiled, then felt himself drifting into sleep.

Genma and Raidou loved to redefine exclusivity.

-END

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A/N: I know the business of Iruka and various people wanting to see what's under Kakashi's mask and getting upset over it has been done... I just needed a twist on that idea for this particular little piece. So thank you to any and all previous writers who have used variations of the let-me-see-under-your-mask idea (Meleth, one of my favorites, jumps to mind). Didn't mean to steal- Just needed to put my own stamp on it for purposes of future chuunin/jounin hijinks.