Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

Memories
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!
Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
When Izumo woke the next morning, he felt normal. Iruka had stuck around the night before as long as he could, doing his grading there with him. But after he was done, several apologies, and a pile of assurances from Izumo that would be fine, he headed home so he could get a few things done there that he needed to do. Izumo, not interested in spending the rest of the evening watching Tetsu and Kakashi together, had stayed in his bedroom and gone to bed early.

As such, he was up on time and feeling just fine. He and Tetsu had an uncomfortable moment when he came out of his room to see Kakashi kissing him as he left. Up until that point, he'd never actually seen them do anything. They hadn't even so much as touched when he'd been around. He'd stared at his friend for a full two minutes, trying desperately to ignore the stab of pain until Tetsu raised an eyebrow.

Izumo finally turned away, then hurried into the kitchen to pour his coffee and try to forget what he'd seen. "Zumo?" Tetsu asked from the doorway.

Why the hell did that bother him so much? He'd known Tetsu and Kakashi were together, had sex, all that stuff. He'd just never seen it, and it had been like he'd gotten hit in the solar plexus. When he was sure he could speak without sounding shaky, he said, "I'm fine, just getting coffee. We can go." He put the cap on the thermos and turned around, but Tetsu didn't move.

"Don't try to bullshit me. You can pass that off on anyone else, including your own mother, but not me," Tetsu said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorway.

Fuck. He was right, there was no way to bullshit him. The man knew him better, sometimes, than he knew himself. But what the hell could he say? Yeah, see, the thing is, when I saw you kissing Kakashi I realized just how much in love with you I am? Yeah, right. There went his attempt to not fuck things up between Tetsu and Kakashi. He swallowed, trying desperately to come up with something, but his mind stayed stubbornly blank. "Tetsu�"

His friend just raised his eyebrows, waiting. "Um�" Izumo glanced at the clock. "We should get going, we don't want to be late."

"Uh uh, you know we've got a few minutes," he said, standing up from the doorway and taking the few steps closer. Too close. That's all Izumo could think, too damned close. He wouldn't be able to keep from kissing him if he didn't back up. So he did the next logical thing, he took a step back himself. Tetsu blinked at him in surprise. "Zumo?"

He closed his eyes at the look in his friend's eyes. He's in love with Kakashi. He's in love with Kakashi. He had to keep reminding himself of this. He wasn't going to fuck that up for him. Dammit! I love Iruka. I love Iruka.

And Iruka and Kakashi love each other. His inner-self reminded him.

Well, maybe. But that doesn't matter because Tetsu doesn't love me! He answered himself. He wondered briefly if he was going to end up in the padded wing of the hospital over all of this.

How do you know? Have you given him a chance to tell you he doesn't?

But what if he doesn't? How was that going to fuck their friendship up? He knew the answer to that question. You couldn't have one side in love with the other and stay friends. It just didn't work because eventually, the side that was in love would shrivel up. But that was already the case, wasn't it? He was already in love with Tetsu, wasn't he? He swallowed hard, trying to get a hold of himself.

"Zumo, look at me." The command from his friend surprised him into opening his eyes.

Tetsu had moved closer and was just a few centimeters from him again. Izumo's eyes darted from those beautiful slanted eyes to the mouth to the eyes again. He was trying to say something with them, but Izumo just couldn't quite figure it out. He looked� nervous, tense. Dammit, for once, he couldn't read his friend accurately! Izumo's heart was pounding and he briefly wondered if he was still sick, but he shoved it aside. No, he knew what was wrong. Sick, maybe, but sick in his heart.

Because despite what he felt for Iruka, it was nothing compared to what he felt for Tetsu. Shit. "We� we really have to go, Tetsu. We're going to be late." It was cowardice, pure and simple and he knew it, but in that moment, he couldn't do anything else. He ducked around Tetsu and hurried toward the door.

He jammed his feet into his sandals, grabbed his knapsack and opened the door. Tetsu didn't look at him as he put his own sandals on and picked up his own pack. Nothing more was said as the door was locked and they were on their way.

Tsunade kept them running for the day. Izumo was actually glad for it, because it kept them from having much of an opportunity to talk. He'd gone to the academy to see Iruka for lunch and they'd spent the hour just talking and eating ramen together. He'd snuck one kiss in before the kids came back and found himself annoyingly disappointed by it.

He made plans with Iruka for the evening to simply share take out and watch something old on TV. About half way through the movie, he'd given in to the need to forget everything for a while. He turned to Iruka and captured his lips, pouring a lot of his frustration and emotion into the kiss without even meaning to.

"What's wrong, Zumo?" Iruka asked, brushing the hair out of his face.

"Nothing." Izumo said, annoyed that he'd let it out, putting his problems on his lover. Iruka just gave him The Face again and he sighed. "You know how annoying it is that you're so good at that?" Iruka didn't bother to answer, just smiled and the older man chuckled, shaking his head. "How is it that both of you can read me so well?" He stood up off the bed and paced away a moment. "I saw them kiss."

"Ah." Iruka said. That was all and that was enough. "Did it really hurt you that much?"

"No." Izumo said, shaking his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets. He knew it sounded like the lie it was.

He felt the younger man's arms come around him from behind and he rested his chin on Izumo's shoulder. "We knew going into this that things would be confusing."

He twisted around in his lover's arms. "Yeah, but what the hell? I shouldn't even be feeling this. I love you - I really do." He sighed, looking up into Iruka's face, running his fingers over his cheeks, then pushing them through his hair.

"We can't control who we love, Zumo," Iruka said, sadly.

Izumo swallowed, considering him a moment. "Kakashi?"

Iruka frowned. "I don't know. I�" He sighed. "Aw hell, yeah. I do, but it doesn't matter. No, you're not a stand in," he said correctly reading the look on Izumo's face. "I do want to be with you. You, Zumo, but we both know that what we feel for each other isn't the same."

Izumo nodded. "Yeah." He looked up at him, taking in the frustration, the confusion, the sadness. "Let's� let's make love. Whatever it is, whatever it isn't, I don't care. I do love you, and I need you."

Iruka stared at him a moment, then pulled him back to the bed. They took their time with it, savoring what they did feel for each other. This time when he slanted his lips over his lover's, he poured the love he did feel for him into it and he felt it returned to him. They spent a long time simply kissing, simply tasting each other, making love with just their lips and tongues.

It took them quite a while to undress each other, following each piece of clothing with the need to touch and taste nearly every inch of skin that it exposed. Izumo had Iruka roll over, wanting, even, to kiss his back, trace his spine with his tongue. As he worked his way down, he stopped to kiss each rib, the dip at the top of his hips, the spot near his spine at his tailbone. He paused at that gorgeous ass and took a good deal of time simply kissing his way over it, too.

And when he squeezed those cheeks gently, Iruka pushed his hips up, and Izumo found himself staring at that tight pink muscle. He leaned forward tentatively and put his tongue against it. The younger man moaned quietly and Izumo discovered that it tasted just like skin, like any other place on Iruka. He rather liked the musky scent and went back to running his tongue over it.

Iruka was making such wonderful sounds from it that before he realized just what he was doing, he had his tongue pushed part way in. There was more taste here. It was different, but definitely not bad and so he kept going. "Oh God, Zumo that feels good." He pushed his tongue in as far as he could and was rewarded with an even louder moan. So, he continued, thrusting his tongue into his lover, savoring the quiet moans and gasps of breath.

Before long, though, he wanted, needed to be inside of him. Needed to bury his cock in that tight head and he pulled back to dig the bottle out of the drawer. He leaned over, kissing his way up Iruka's back as he slipped the first two fingers into him. God, he was so on already, relaxed and open. He nibbled at the shoulder under him, the sounds coming from his lover causing his own cock to jump and strain further. "Lift your hips, baby, let me have you," Izumo whispered.

He sat back up long enough to squeeze more of the slick liquid over his cock. Then he bent over Iruka, who'd shifted until he was up on his knees, and nudged his anus. Slowly, he went incredibly slowly pushing into him, savoring the feel of that tight body around him. "God� Iruka, fuck, there's nothing like you."

"Zumo, Yes. I love how you feel." His voice was strained, the emotion and need obvious. He put one hand back over Izumo's on his hip, needing the touch.

When he was finally buried completely, he bent over the younger man, wrapping his arms around him, just staying there for a moment, filling his lover. Iruka's arm came around his and held him. He tilted his head back and turned to look over his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you." Izumo dropped light kisses on his cheek and across his back, then started moving, unable to keep still for long. He was able to keep it slow for a while, wanting, needing to make it last.

He sat back, pulling the younger man with him until he was riding him, then, and Izumo nearly went crazy at how tight he was, how good it felt. "Fuck, Ruka, so good." He wrapped his arm around his lover and took his cock into his hand. He ran is finger through the stream of pre-cum leaking out and spread it over the head, thrilling at the loud moan it brought. He grabbed the bottle and put a little over that fantastic cock, helping his hand move over it. He loved the feel of it in his hand, the way Iruka responded so well to what he did.

"Oh fuck, Zumo, if you keep that up, I won't be able to hold it." He lifted his hips and brought them down harder, riding him faster, meeting his thrusts. Izumo concentrated on stroking his cock, his hand moving faster, trying to bring him to orgasm soon. He was close, so fucking close, he couldn't think straight. He was holding on so carefully and the only hope he had was of focusing on the other man.

He shifted, finding the right angle again, aiming for Iruka's prostate, finally, finally finding it. "Oh God, oh fuck oh God." He wrapped his arm behind Izumo's head, grabbing onto his hair, fisting his hand in it. "Fuck, oh fuck I'm coming. Now, oh fuck, NOW!" He shouted the last, slamming down onto the older man's cock hard, nearly screaming with his climax. His ass squeezed Izumo, his cum shot out of him, coating the comforter, pillows, Izumo's hand, their legs and the visuals alone would have been enough to make him come. The muscles squeezing him only added to it.

His climax was hard, so hard Izumo nearly blacked out. His shout was wordless, his body caught up in it, every individual part feeling like it was climaxing separately. The orgasm went on, dragged out of him by the body on top of him. He held there what seemed like forever, pumping his cum into the other man's body, filling him with it. They strained together for what felt like an eternity until they finally came down from it, both of them falling onto the bed managing, just barely, to avoid the mess.

Izumo snuggled into Iruka's back, wrapping his arm around him as tightly as he could. He dropped soft kisses all over his back and felt the answering ones on his hand. They didn't need to say anything, couldn't say anything. It was the kind of thing that words would only ruin.

Eventually, they stirred, managing to pull themselves off of the bed. By silent agreement, neither wanted to go anywhere and so without a word, they worked together to change the pillow cases, dig up a new blanket and then curl back up together. Izumo would have to get up very, very early the next day but somehow, he couldn't muster the ability to care. The last thing he wanted to be was away from Iruka.

But an hour later, they were still awake, still tangled up together the way they had when they'd laid down. "You should tell him."

"What?" Izumo glanced down where Iruka had his head nestled on the older man's chest.

"I think you should tell Tetsu how you feel."

Izumo tried to ignore the stab the words caused. "I can't. Entirely aside from it not being the right thing for you." Izumo unconsciously tightened his arms around Iruka.

"Why can't you?"

Besides wonder if the suggestion comes from your want of Kakashi? "I� I know this might hurt you, but I don't want to fuck up what he has with Kakashi. I don't want him to think that he has to stop seeing him because of me."

Iruka sighed. "I guess I can understand that. But� can� can you be happy with me?"

Izumo swallowed. Fears. The fact that it was fear behind the suggestion and question eased a few of his own. "Can you be happy with me?"

"Touch�," Iruka answered, snuggling into the older man's side a little more.

"Look, it may not be what you feel for Kakashi, but you love me. I love you, even if it's not quite what I feel for Tetsu. We know this. But, we do love each other, we are friends, we understand what the other one is feeling. We enjoy our time together. That's more than a lot of people get."

"You're right. Hell, it's more than I had a week ago." He looked up and the Izumo gave in to the urge to kiss him again.

"Let's just try to enjoy each other." Izumo swallowed the lump in his throat and stared into those big brown eyes. "Let's just� love each other as much as we can."

Iruka nodded, then curled into the older man's chest again. "I love you, Zumo."

"Love you, Ruka." They tightened their arms around each other, but it would still be a while before either fell asleep.

He wasn't home. Tetsu stared at the empty room, the made bed and couldn't seem to make his brain work quite right. He wasn't home.

He knew where he probably was, but that wasn't much comfort and maybe even made him feel worse.

They were due at work soon. He had no idea what to do. He stared into the empty room for another moment, then turned away to get himself ready.

But with only ten minutes left before he had to leave, he still wasn't home and Tetsu was starting to get both angry, annoyed and worried. He got his breakfast, trying to figure out why it hurt so much to just get ready for work without him. Why did the apartment seem so empty all of a sudden?

He had his attention focused on pouring the coffee when he felt the chakra signature. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the doorway. But Zumo passed the kitchen without a word and went straight to his room.

The anger won. FUCK! What the hell was wrong with him? He knew he'd seen him kissing Kakashi and that's the only thing Tetsu could come up with that had happened before Zumo had started to act weird. But they'd been seeing each other for a week now. It's not like his friend didn't know they had a physical relationship.

He just couldn't think of what else it could be. Annoyed to no end, he marched down the hallway to Zumo's door and didn't bother knocking, he just pushed it open. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Izumo blinked at him. He was standing next to his open closet, stark naked. Kotetsu had to force himself to not stare at his friends body. Dear God, he was sexy. He'd seen him naked before, taken care of him after missions. So that was nothing new, but it was different looking at him now. Because now he could recognize just how sexy he was, how much he appreciated the other man's body.

He couldn't stop looking at the chest that was more muscular than he remembered it being or the arms that reminded him of the night they'd watched the movie. He carefully pulled his mind back to the present. "Excuse me? And when the hell did you decide it was okay to barge in without knocking first?" Tetsu forced his eyes back up to the other man's face at the angry questions.

He knew he'd been wrong to do it and it only succeeded in pissing him off more. "Fuck that. What the hell? You stay over there the night before work without a fucking word to me? Then you show up the next morning and walk by me without so much as a 'fuck you, Tetsu'? What the fuck? And don't even try to tell me you didn't know I was there, because we both know that's bullshit. You know my chakra."

He watched the emotions play across his friends face and the confusion that settled into him only annoyed him further. He had no idea what was going on in his friend's head. He'd always been able to read him. He knew him - they knew each other - better than they knew themselves. But he couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "Zumo, talk to me, dammit!"

Izumo turned his back and Tetsu was momentarily distracted by the tight ass. Fuck, he was messed up. Something was wrong with his friend and all he could seem to do was look at his naked body. He shook his head at himself while Zumo yanked a uniform out of his closet, then marched over to his dresser. Tetsu watched him fight with something in his head while he dressed. "Fuck you, Tetsu? Is that what you want from me? Cause I can give you that."

He blinked. "Hell no, that's not what I want. But damn, Zumo, what the hell am I supposed to think?"

Izumo slumped onto his bed, the fight going out of him. "Sorry. I should have said something about staying, but I didn't think I would be."

That wasn't even the half of it, wasn't even the biggest part of it, and they both knew it. At a loss for how to approach it, he glanced at the clock. "We're going to be late again."

"Go ahead, there's no reason for you to be late because of me." Izumo stood up and started dressing again.

"We've been going to work together for years, I'm not going to change that now."

"You went yesterday." He pointed out.

Tetsu rolled his eyes, sighing. "You were sick, that doesn't count."

"Besides, what happens if things get more serious with you and Kakashi? Or me and Iruka? You think we're still going to walk to work together if one of us ends up moving in with one of them?"

Move in? Was Zumo really that gone over the teacher? He swallowed hard, the thought harder to take than he would have guessed. "I'm� going to get the coffee. Hurry up," he said, avoiding the questions and escaping his friend's room.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! What a fucking fuck of a clusterfuck! Tetsu stared at the wall, sorely tempted to put his fist through it, working to contain his erratic emotions. He had to get a grip. They did have to work that day, but thank God it was Friday. He'd force his friend to sit down and talk with him, get some of this out in the open. They couldn't spend the whole weekend apart, dammit.

With that comforting thought in his head, he grabbed the coffee, a rice ball for Zumo and hurried out of the kitchen. They met at the front door, neither saying anything. Both of them gathered their stuff in silence and headed off to work.

He was avoiding him. He knew it, knew that's what he was doing, but he couldn't quite do anything different, either. He was being a coward, but even telling himself that didn't seem to be enough to make him change it. So he ignored the little voice that was saying it and kept dodging his best friend.

The last major rush of missions before the weekend, including those that got sent out on longer ones meant that they were plenty busy for the morning. Izumo hurried out with Iruka at lunch to spend their hour at Ichiraku's and that afternoon he managed to keep himself occupied with a full office and mission report turn ins.

He and Iruka made plans to spend most of the weekend together. The teacher had invited him, undoubtedly recognizing the turmoil going on in his head, so he was even going so far as to bring a few things over and simply stay. He'd have to talk to Tetsu enough to tell him not to worry because he knew he'd never get away with a note, but if he could do it, he was hoping he could manage to keep it to just those few words.

He couldn't be that lucky. When they got home, before they even got past the entryway, his friend turned to him. "We need to talk."

"Um, Ruka's expecting me. I'm due over there in a little bit. I was just going to tell you that I'm planning to be there most of the weekend, so if you don't see me, that's why." He swallowed, praying that Tetsu would just accept it and not make an issue out of it. Yet again, he should have known better.

Kotetsu simply stared at him, a stunned expression on his face. "Most of the weekend?"

"Yeah, um, I've got to get a few things together." He moved to go past him, but Tetsu put his hand out.

The other man shook his head. "So� what? Your best friend can't even get a few minutes of your time anymore?"

"Don't you have plans with Kakashi? Or did he get sent out?" Izumo asked, working to ignore the hurt in Kotetsu's face.

"No, he didn't get sent out and yeah, we're going out tonight, but� what does that have to do with talking to me?" He scowled.

"Don't you have to get ready?" Please, Tetsu, just let me go. He begged silently.

"This is Kakashi, remember? I've got a few minutes." Tetsu reminded him.

Izumo sighed. Fuck. "Come in and talk while I get my stuff." Maybe, just maybe, he could at least keep his face hidden and his emotions out of his friends view.

Tetsu followed him into his room, standing in the doorway. Izumo dropped his knapsack onto his bed and went to his dresser to pull out his clothes for the two days. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked, attempting to sound like he was asking about the weather. He folded his clothes up and stuffed them into his bag.

Tetsu sighed. "What's wrong with you? With us?"

"What do you mean? We've just been a little wrapped up in our boyfriends." Izumo said, hoping that the slight hitch in his voice wasn't obvious.

"A little wrapped up? You've been with him with almost no break since you started seeing him!" Izumo flinched at the shout.

"He went home early Wednesday night." Izumo pointed out, stepping around his friend to head to the bathroom for his toothbrush and hairbrush.

"That's nothing. One night. Besides, you were sick," Kotetsu said, following him.

"And Kakashi was here the whole damned time," Izumo said, gritting his teeth. What the fuck? Hypocritical much?

"Half the reason he was here was to help take care of you!" Izumo conveniently ignored the frustration in Kotetsu's voice.

Izumo whirled to face him. "I didn't ask for it! In fact, I told him to go! I would have been just fine without him here, thank you." He shoved the brushes into his pack and yanked on the string to pull it closed. He was forgetting stuff, but in that moment, he didn't give a shit. He'd buy it if he had to, he just needed to get out of there. Away from the emotion, away from Tetsu. Before he did something they'd both regret. "I'll be home by Sunday night."

He stepped around his shocked friend and headed for the door. "Wait, Zumo�"

Izumo stopped with his hand on the knob, his breathing unsteady, staring at the back of the door, not moving, not turning around. He fought his emotions, fought to control his breathing, fought the urge to turn around, pin his friend to the wall and force him to recognize that he loved him more than Kakashi ever could. "What, Tetsu? What? Just� enjoy your time with Kakashi, okay? I'll� I'll see you Sunday."

"No, God dammit, no!" Tetsu shouted and the next thing Izumo knew, he was turned around, pushed up against the wall and his friend's mouth was on him.

And oh God, it was good. So much more than the tiny kiss during the movie. There was anger behind it, yes, but there was also� desperation? Fear? What was that other emotion? He couldn't place it all, couldn't sort through it. But he couldn't stop his response, couldn't hold back if he wanted to.

His mouth opened, their tongues slid along each other and the kiss deepened. His arms went around his friend, Tetsu's hands slid down along his side to cup his ass and pull him closer. Nothing� nothing in his existence felt better than this man. Their bodies felt so right up against each other, their lips fit perfectly, tasted just�right. His brain was screaming for him to stop. Stop the kiss, it wasn't right. Just pull away, just go. But his body refused to acknowledge the order.

Iruka. This wasn't Iruka, it wasn't the one he'd committed to. It wasn't his boyfriend.

No, it was the one he was in love with, the one he wanted, needed, more than anyone else in the world. More than food, more than water� maybe more than air. Tetsu. The one he couldn't have. The one that wasn't his. The one that belonged to someone else.

He pulled his face back, and yanked on Tetsu's shirt, trying to pull him away. When he didn't move, he put some chakra behind it and pushed on his shoulders instead, hard. Finally, his friend moved back, both of them panting heavily, both of them staring, open mouthed at each other. Shock, anger, pain, confusion, fear, all of the above were warring for dominance on both faces.

"What the fuck? I'm not Kakashi!" It was the first thing his brain could send to his mouth.

"No shit!" He shouted. "Do you think I don't know that?"

"Then what? WHAT? Why, Tetsu? Why?"

When his friend just stared at him, his mouth stubbornly closed, he turned, yanked at the door and escaped through it.

"Because I love you." Kotetsu whispered when he was gone.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Memories	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

Memories